#if you'd ask me what i wanted to hear when i bought the ticket i would have said a full performance of the normal album

[lairn]

Top Wishlist Songs for the Upcoming Will Wood Concert:

Cicada Days: The high-volume "whisper" + "red flags fade to white" are made to be heard live I think. Although my favorite part is "okay I'll pack my stuff."

Euthanasia: I will cry

I/Me/Myself: is he gonna shriek a variation of the lyrics? I wanna know

White Noise: I want to shout, "yes it cures cancer"

Love, Me Normally: just a banger and would probably be a good show ender

Against the Kitchen Floor: the way it builds towards the end would be awesome live

Memento Mori: Clapping and cheering :)

The "must I need a reason? I just wanna hear them" list:

Becoming the Lastnames Laplace's Angel Marsha, Thankk You... Well, Better than the Alternative When Somebody Needs You Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll Half-Decade Hangover

[cvnt4him]

HI I saw your fic abt izuku being really nervy with touch but now can you do one where his girl “bsf” (us) is rlly touchy and they always do couple stuff so casually and everyone is like “y’all are literally dating” and he insists “nahhh this is what bsf do” and we are like “he doesn’t know he’s my bf yet” kinda vibe? Idk if this is coherent at all but yk I’m just a girl

Oh I like the way you think.

This is what friends do.

They snuggle up close to each other, bodies flush against one another. Izuku 10% believes, that this is indeed what best friends do. He holds you close, ketting you scoot back into him, your ass right up against his pelvis. He shudders resisting the urge to let his hips buck up against your ass.

But this is what friends do, they cuddle close and look into each other's eyes longingly. The dark room consumes the both of you whole, his hand finds itself way to your cheek gently rubbing it while you whisper something to him. Everything you say unfortunately goes unheard, he's too busy trying his hardest to get a good look at you underneath the moonlights glow.

It's all okay. This is what friends do. They kiss each other on the cheek, or on the foreheads, or even sometimes the nose. They kiss each other in these places to make their friends know they're loved. It's even okay for them to occasionally kiss the corner of the others lips.

Izuku was nervous, your touch was warm literally burning his skin. It's like in whatever place you touch it vibrated and turned pink, he didn't know what to do. His face was hearing up, your face was so close to his he just didn't know how to react. He felt your breath on his face, you were so close to him it made him shiver. Finally you stop just an inch away from your lips touching, he gulped audibly and tried his hardest not to freak out.

“ goodnight zu.”

You say in a whispered tone, gently kissing the very corner of his lips making him gasp while you did so. You give him a small smile before snuggling close and lying your head on his chest. His breath was shaky and his whole face was beet red, luckily it was too dark for you to notice. He sighed and laid his chin atop of your head closing his eyes and getting ready for bed.

Although if you asked izuku he would be quick to say "you're just best friends!" He'll admit there are some things that make him question your relationship. One time you both were out with friends at the movies, he bought you a ticket and some snacks for the both of you to share, plus you were wearing matching onesies. Everyone was quick to comment on it and how cute you both were but he was quick to shut it down.

“ oh c'mon, we're just friends! right y/n?”

“ yeah guys, we're seriously just besties at best. He just doesn't know he's actually my husband yet.”

Izukus eyes were blown wide as you walked past him slurping a slushie, mina follower you giggling you both had started whispering and huddling together talking about something. Izuku would be lying if he said he didn't want to know. Some of the guys were so quick to tease him asking him questions like "when you two got married" and "if you'd let him hit yet".

While sitting down and watching the movie you sat next to mina mostly just talking rather than watching, izuku sat next to bakugou and denki with kirishima sero and todoroki behind them. Izuku was just above you, yet you were so good at whispering he couldn't exactly make out what you were saying, but trust his nosy ass wanted to know.

“ so you're telling me you've NEVER thought about fucking y/n? like not even once?!”

Denki questioned midoriya with a box of Pocky in his hands, izuku was chewing on some twizzlers and nearly choked at the absurd question.

“ w- what?! no! of course not! we're seriously just friends okay?”

He was quick to shut it down. Huffing as he leaned onto his best friend slightly, the blond looked down to the green haired boy who's eyes were trained on you and what you were showing mina on your phone. Katsuki scoffed which involuntarily caught everyone's attention.

“ if yer’ gonna pretend like you don't want ‘er at least stop staring at her like you wanna fuck ‘er.”

It made all the boys laugh, and tease izuku he was so red and just didn't know how to react. Now his best friend was teasing him? It'll never end. With an annoyed sigh izuku stood and excused himself from the rather noisy group. He walked past you and mina grabbing your attention, mina pointed at him and pushed you to follow him. You did exactly that.

Following behind him you see him walking to the boys bathroom and just before he could go in you yell out "boo!" Making him let out a high pitched noise, causing people to look in your direction. He was so embarrassed he covered his face with his hood and grabbed you by your arm and pulled you inside and closing the door behind you. Luckily you were also wearing your hood so no one could exactly tell you weren't a guy.

“ I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't expect you to get scared like that hahaha!!”

You say to him with faux apologies, he was red and embarrassed, that adorable little pout forming back on his face. He was so prone to doing it all the time it's like it was just a default setting for him.

“ y/n!!”

The way he whined your name was just too cute. You were dying of laughter, holding onto him while he buried his face in your neck huffing and breathing into it. Once he smelled your perfume he calmed down a bit, your scent was just so soothing to him. Your laughter began to cease as you swayed in his arms. His eyes closed as he just held you there, he moved slightly shifting his nose to bury itself deeper into the crook of your neck, sighing heavily creating a warmth there.

You hum and scratch his scalp lightly, his hoodie falling off as you did so. He was just too cute for this world sometimes. Being a pouty little shit. You pull back a bit making him groan lowly while staring daggers into your eyes, he was annoyed. Not necessarily with you but with how everyone kept saying you two should "just get together". Or how you're "literally together". It didn't help that you played along with them and called him your husband.

The only thing running through his mind is what if he had actually liked you. What if he didn't know if he liked you. What if he hated the way you make him feel, how you'd touch all over him leaving your scent all over his clothes or his sheets like you'd just had sex or something..

“ zuku, what's the matter?”

He didn't answer. Too busy looking deep into your eyes, they way they looked up into his. That little sparkle in your eyes, it drove him crazy. The things the guys were saying earlier were replaying in his head as he took a good look at you and how you looked in this baggy onesie. Without a thought in mind he grabbed you by your neck and slammed you against the wall, pinning you to it and pressing his rough lips against yours.

You were surprised but welcomed it completely, his other free hand had roamed your body moving to your zipper to unzip it. Once he got it done he slipped his hand past the fabric and underneath the tank top you were wearing below the onesie, he felt your bare boob and squeezed it, moaning into your rough kiss.

It was sloppy and heated. Your teeth had accidentally clashed against each others, he was just so eager and angry he didn't know how to feel or act. The kiss began to get rather spit filled, saliva seeping through your lips and spilling at the corner of your mouths. He groaned into it as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. He was aggressive with the squeezing, never letting up.

Your hands soon wrap around his neck pulling him even closer into you. He breaks the kiss momentarily to catch his breath, his eyes still closed as he does so. He finally removed the hand that was groping your boobs to hoist your thigh up, he gave it a quick squeeze before gripping your neck tighter and craning your neck to the side, he had access to your neck and attacked it. Leaving heavily pigmented marks, he moved fast and claimed every spot he could with his mouth.

He groaned against your skin and breathed in your scent, absolutely getting drunk off of the taste of you. He was in between your thighs and took it as a sign to grind against you, he pushed you more against the wall while he roughly humped you. He groaned into your ear making your eyes roll. The friction felt nice but it wasn't enough for you.

You pushed him away making him scoff in annoyance, he was so sexually frustrated he just wanted to use you to get off. You clouded his thoughts more than hed like to admit and people were always telling him to fuck you so when he was finally trying to you push him away?

You unzip your onesie more revealing your shorts that were beneath, you reach back for him and pull him into you. Izuku was surprised but quickly understood, he grabbed you by your thighs and picked you up holding onto you tightly and he smashed his lips back with yours.

You both moaned into it and let your tongues swirl together swapping each others spit, izuku was so needy he had sat your body down on the sink and pulled you closer so you could wrap your legs around his waist. After you did so he was quick to grind into you again, he rubbed his hard cock against your clothed cunt as roughly as possible.

You could feel him much closer to your heart now, little mewls escaping you. His fingers hooked at the side of your shorts and tugged them down, the second he got them off he moved his kisses down and began kissing your thighs. It made you gasp at the sudden attention, he was staring right up at you through his lashes, moving inward towards your inner thighs licking and sucking all across them.

No words were needed, he knew you wanted him just as bad as he needed you. With nothing needed to be said he began kissing your clothed cunt, eyes rolling at the smell of you. He started sucking the cloth into his mouth trying to get as much of your essence into his mouth before he fully devoured you. He moved you now soaked panties to the side and finally stuck his face into your heat.

Izuku licked sloppily into you, not going into it with much thought just messily eating you. He licked and slurped all that he could, letting his fingers also get some action. He pulled his mouth away to let his fingers tease your slit making you whimper, he loved the noises you made for him. The sounds of your cunt squelching as he shoved his fingers into you, letting them bully their way inside of you. and the little mewls you let out, your hand trying to cover your mouth to not make any nose to catch any attention.

He lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder and buried his tongue back inside of you, his fingers were still going to work as he made sure to give as much attention to your clit as possible, kitten licking it to tease you. He knew what he was doing and it showed. How did izuku know this much about eating pussy and how to make it feel nice?

Hes only had one other girlfriend that you've known of. You tried to piece together whatever you could but it's like he was trying to get you to lose your mind. He curled his fingers just right making you feel the familiar cook in your stomach turn, everything was coordinating correctly you could feel your high approaching. Izuku knew you were close and wanted you to cum, he wanted to taste your cum so badly. He wanted to be the reason you came.

“ c'mon baby, cum f’me.. get it all over me..”

His speech was slurred, his eyes were slightly rolling backwards as he slurped as much of you up as he could. You came hard on his tongue and fingers yanking and tugging into his hair making him groan into your cunt while licking your clit, he kept eating you despite you cumming the extra stimulation had you shaking and throwing your head back. The moan you let out was too loud you both knew it was, izuku couldn't care though. He finally had you where he knew he wanted you, he had wanted you for so long and hated when people would ask questions about his feelings for you.

Of course he wanted you, of course he wanted to fuck you. He loved you so much and not just as a friend. Not as a 'best friend', more than that. He wanted you to be his and he hated the thought of anyone else having you. he wanted to be so possessive over you. He wanted you to want him.

Izuku took one last lick before coming up, he crawled back up to you and gave you a sweet kiss. His lips and tongue were contaminated with your flavour, you could taste yourself on his lips and didn't know how to feel about it.

You both left the bathroom and hurried back to the group only to find that the movie had long ended, they all looked at the both of you and just snickered and laughed. you two hadn't noticed that you looked a damn mess, izukus hair was messy and your onesie was halfway zipped, you both were out if breath and izuku was extremely red.

“ what?”

“ what...?”

You both questioned in union, everyone just bursted out laughing as you all walked out of the movies. You two hadn't realized how fucked up you both looked so you were just confused. Izuku still couldn't shake what just happened however, he no longer cared about what everyone was snickering about. He'd just eaten you out and you were acting like everything was normal.

Your scent was most likely still lingering on his breath, and you were just acting like everything was normal. Izuku left out a shaky sigh, he had no idea where this would lead but he was glad he got to taste you. He wouldn't mind doing it again either.

Is this what friends do?

AN: this was kinda rushed but I js wanted to get something out

[beat-the-morning]

AFTER-CONCERT FEAST

Rating: +18

Relationships: Hozier/Reader

Contents: no y/n, oral sex (f! recieving), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dry humping, accidental orgasm, (by this I mean he starts mindlessly humping the couch

Word count: 1.7k

SUMMARY: After Hozier, your boyfriend, calls you backstage after a concert he eats you out like a starving man and cums after mindlessly dry humping the couch while doing so.

Fic under the cut💜

The concert had ended, and you were making your way backstage with a security guard in front of you. Andrew, your boyfriend, had sent them to get you, and your mind couldn't stop racing with how he’d looked at you while he sang. How his eyes lit up when he saw you in the crowd, the little smile that escaped him, that verse he messed up on when you winked at him. You could have sworn that he didn’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the concert once he noticed you.

“Here,” the security guard said, opening the door to Andrew’s dressing room. You smiled at them and nodded as a thank you before stepping in. He was waiting for you, leaning on the vanity with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Close the door, it’s fine.” He told the security guard, the door closed behind you and you smiled. He practically bounced off the vanity and onto you with how fast he took you into his arms and lifted you off the floor in a spinning hug. “What are you doing here?” He asked as he finally lowered you from his embrace.

“Came to see you,” you answered with a grin.

Andrew chuckled, then started kissing your face with every pause he took from speaking. “Yes, but why? Weren’t you visiting your parents this week?”

“Yes, but you having a concert in the same city distracted me a little.” You giggled, his beard tickling you.

“Oh, forgot your parents lived here,” he looked down at you with loving eyes that turned to confusion the second he realised what you had done. “Wait, so you bought a ticket, queued for God knows how long-”

“Twelve hours.” You interrupted him

“Twelve hours?” His eyes widened at that fact. “You did that, when you could've called me and gotten in faster and also seen me before the concert?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to surprise you!” You smiled. “And I wanted to see if you'd notice me in the crowd.”

“Well I did, couldn't take my eyes off you,” he kissed your lips.

“I know,” you kissed back. “There's going to be a million tiktoks asking who you were looking at.”

“I don't-” he stopped his sentence halfway through once he saw your shirt. “Are you wearing my shirt?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, he already knew the answer.

“No.” You lied, as it was, in fact, his shirt that he had accidentally left at your house the last time he saw you.

“You definitely are.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, he rested a hand on your hip, his thumb making small circles on your skin.

“I’m sure you don’t.” His other hand rested on your cheek, caressing it gently.

Then he kissed you again, not letting go this time, you got on your tip-toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. He lowered himself lightly and bit your lower lip, you moaned in response. He broke the kiss and guided you to the couch where he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. You kissed him again, more passionate this time, almost hungrily, his hands explored the skin under your shirt, revelling in your warmth.

You explored each other's mouths, delighting in the taste you had so missed, the way his beard scratched your face felt like heaven, his hands travelled to your hips and ground you against him, you could feel his hardening cock rubbing against you and he could hear your whimpers every time your clit got the slightest bit of friction. He slowly lifted you up and changed the pose you were both in, setting you on the couch, and taking off your shirt and bra, promptly discarding them on the floor next to him.

Andrew's lips left your mouth and moved down from your jawline to your waistband, leaving bites and hickeys on his way, he was giving you goosebumps with the way he caressed your body so lovingly, worshipping every curve, every mole and little imperfection, as you called them, seemed like gold in his eyes, like beautiful stars in a sky only he could see. Once at your hips, he looked up at you with lustful eyes, “I need to taste you, so fucking badly,” he whispered, “but I need you to be quiet, can you do that for me, baby?”

“You know the answer to that,” you answered with a grin, already kicking off your shoes.

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled back, quickly kissing you one last time before he unzipped your shorts and pulled them off completely along with your panties, throwing them to the floor as soon as they were off you, joining the rest of your clothing. He kissed his way up your thighs, resting your legs on his shoulders. He looked up at you with his beautiful green eyes, pupils dilated to a point where they looked black, silently begging you to give him the final go-ahead before he lost himself in you.

You nodded, he smiled.

He dove into you like a starving man having his first meal in weeks, lapping up your juices and drinking you. You arched your back in pleasure. He licked from your entrance up to your clit, pressing his tongue to it just to flick it right after, you bit your lip in an attempt to quiet down, but it barely worked. His tongue worked at you expertly, he knew exactly what to do to make you squirm under his touch. His tongue travelled down from your clit to your entrance, where he lost himself and moaned just with your taste. Your breathing hitched at the sight of him eating you out, completely enamoured with his eyes closed. He was moaning as he fucked you with his tongue. As his nose rubbed on your clit just right, you thanked God for giving him a big one.

You moved his long curls out of his face, he looked up at you. Your breathing stopped for a second as he rubbed his nose against your clit while smiling into your cunt, in blinding lust you grabbed a fistful of his hair and started grinding your hips against his face. You could've sworn you heard him chuckle. The way he was holding onto your hips was sure to leave bruises later on, you didn't care one bit, you were too focused looking into his eyes and the way they were full of lust and admiration for you. How he kept eating you out even as you held his head in place and basically used him.

He was so hard it was starting to become painful, so he started rubbing himself against the couch, and God did it feel good, he started moaning into your pussy, your taste was driving him crazy, the little sounds that escaped you while he devoured you just got him harder and harder. He left your hole to go back up to your clit, sucking on it and pressing his tongue against it while one of his hands left your hip just for two of his fingers to enter your cunt seconds later, your hips buckled against him again, he placed your clit between his teeth and lightly pressed in response. Your legs started shaking when he did that, you had to place a hand over your mouth to not scream. He fingered you faster, curling his fingers into you and hitting your sweet spot.

He continued like this for a while, making a whimpering mess out of you, and thankfully, today he didn't seem to have the need to edge you endlessly until you were begging for release, he needed this as much as you, maybe even more. He was still rubbing against the couch, but he didn't notice he was doing it, he was too occupied getting you to your own high to care for himself at the moment. You were almost there, his fingers replaced his tongue on your clit, rubbing it rapidly. His mouth moved to your entrance, he knew you were close, and he wanted to taste every drop of your release.

You came with a loud moan that was thankfully muffled by your own hand, your vision went white and your legs trembled. Andrew drank you in, letting you ride out your high as he moaned into your pussy, and then you noticed his hips. He was desperately dry humping the couch, what a sight that was, you could tell he wasn't even noticing he was doing it, suddenly his hips buckled repeatedly and he was groaning into your cunt as he drank the last of you, his eyes were closed and his hand that was still grabbing you was doing so in a way that you were surprised it wasn't breaking skin. He'd come, just from eating you out, the thought made you giggle.

He kissed your clit one last time before pulling his head out from between your legs, his hair was a mess and the lower part of his face was glistening with your juices, he was panting heavily. “I- I didn't notice I was-” He said with heavy breaths, but you interrupted before he finished.

“Humping the couch while eating me out?” You asked in a teasing voice. A smirk plastered on your face.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “made a fuckin’ mess.”

“It's not noticeable from here.” You assured him.

“Good,” he leaned closer to you, hovering his body over yours, one hand held him up while the other found your waist. “Tank you for letting me do this, baby.” He kissed you gently, his accent thicker than before.

“Thank you for doing it.” You smiled.

“I love you so much,” he murmured between kisses, “my perfect girl, so fuckin' beautiful.”

“I love you too,” you kissed him back, “I should get dressed though.”

“Hmm, fine, but I'm keeping these until I see you next time.” He said, grabbing your panties from the pile of your clothes from the floor and keeping them in his hand.

“No, you're not, give them back!” You feigned annoyance, thinking he'd give them back.

“Would you rather I take back my shirt, then?”

“What would I wear then? I didn't bring a jacket.”

“Exactly, so these,” he held up your panties again, “are for me.” He placed them in his pocket right after.

“You’re horrible.” You fake pouted.

“You love me.” He grinned while handing you the rest of your clothes.

“You're lucky I do.”

“I know.”

[earthtooz]

ik ur in ur reo phase BUT HEAR ME OUT EARTH ONLY YOU CAN DO THIS

rin ACCIDENTALLY publicizing ur relationship bec mf got jealous as hell when ur face appeared in the kiss cam IN HIS GAME??????? WITH A RANDOM GUY AND WAS HE FUMING??? YOU AND I KNOW HE WAS THROWIN HANDS

thats all

I'M HEARING YOU OUT. warning for unrealistic scenario, i wrote this in like 20 minutes so it's unedited :p apologies for any mistakes.

imagine being rin's secret partner, the one he keeps behind closed doors because he values you too much to let the invasive eyes of the internet see. he values your relationship too much to let it get tarnished by social media, so he hides any affiliation with you like his life depends on it, only to come home and shower you with the adoration and affection he wishes he could show to the rest of the world.

in the spotlight, he is itoshi rin, japan's prized striker, their golden player, but when he's out of the spotlight, he is your lover. the man who drapes himself over you when things get too rough and he needs a breather. he is yours to cherish, where you have to change your phone wallpaper every other week because there's so many good photos of you two. he is yours to love, he is yours to go to when you feel too lonely, he is yours.

but also imagine, itoshi rin's jealousy and possessiveness no longer being able to rest at bay. it'd been accumulating for the past few weeks, this desire to show you off and boast that it's him who gets to know you like no other.

then the cup overfills, his jealousy tearing him by the seams that he loosely stitched together to withhold this carnal beast resting within him.

all because of a damn kiss cam.

you had been sitting in the vip section of the stadium- where special members are granted tickets, and even though you tell rin that it's fine for you to just sit in the general area, he refuses and tells you that he's bought you the ticket anyway. leaving you with no room for arguments. well. not that there was any to begin with.

anyways, you'd just so happen to sit next to someone who bought vip tickets with no affiliation with any blue lock members. you think he's just a die hard fan, so when he asks you if you like them, you lie and say that you won these tickets at a raffle.

the guy wasn't the most favourable person ever, in fact, you found yourself awkwardly responding to what he was saying, sometimes giving him short and succinct replies because of how... weird... he was. not to be disrespectful but you did not like his vibes. you just hope these 90 minutes can be over quickly.

yeah well, how funny is it that the kiss cam lands on you and the insufferable guy beside you?

you're mortified when you see it on the screen but the person beside you doesn't warrant the same reaction. immediately, he turns to face you, anticipation heavy on his features. in fact, he looks rather... excited...

"no, no, i have a boyfriend, i-" you begin abruptly as he leans in and you have no choice but to helplessly lean back, evading his lips and delaying it as much as you can. you even try rejecting him by frantically waving your hands, panicked and unsure of what to do.

until you hear him.

"back. the. fuck. off!" comes a shout from the pitch; the voice very familiar to your ears that you can't help but instantly relax from hearing it.

your seat was relatively close to the field which meant that those around you could hear the distinct voice of itoshi rin ripping through the air, fury evident and baring its fangs as he all but punches the barrier with each word.

however, everyone in the stadium could see itoshi rin as all cameras pan to him, witnessing his wrath as he shouts from the top of his voice. everyone around you is silent and you don't know whether you want to shrivel up into the ground or run to him and embrace him as tightly as you can. to find sanctuary in his warmth, away from the pushy guy who can't wrap his head around the idea that no means no.

itoshi rin decides for you, effortlessly jumping over the (considerably high???) barrier and making a beeline for you, skipping some stairs. thank goodness for a side seat because he comes to a stop before you, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he looks at you with heated passion, huffing and puffing.

"rin?" you whisper. he doesn't hear it, looking up at the various stadium screens to see if the kiss cams were still on you. smirking in satisfaction when he realises they are, rin all but pulls you up from your seat and kisses you with so much intensity and fervour that you feel lightheaded. very much so.

the stadium is cheering but you can't focus on it, not when rin's holding you to him so closely, practically trying to meld you to him. not even trying to push him away is enough to snap him out of whatever primal instinct has taken over him, so you grab his face and jerk away from him, not wanting to get too carried away.

before you can utter a word, rin looks behind you, and the coldness in his expression says everything you need to know.

he doesn’t care about dignity at this point. he just needed the world to know that you were his.

"you're dead if you try that again, you lukewarm fuckface," he then turns to you. you shiver from the intensity of his gaze. "i'll kill him next time," he promises before hugging you close to him once again, practically glaring at the cameras. "i'll kill anyone who tries to get to close."

THANK YOU FOR THIS ANON would u believe me if i said i'd been waiting for an opportunity like this? well i'm speaking the truth and i'm so glad u gave me the opportunity i've been waiting for AYEEEEEEE COME BACK ANY TIME YOU ARE SO WELCOME ON THE EARTHTOOZ BLOG, PRETTY <33

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[flowery-mess]

Midnights of October🍁🧡🎃

october 16th

Noah helps when stranger is bothering you

warnings: annoying stranger, alcohol, mentions of verbal abuse

summary: you and your friends have a girls night out where a stranger sits at your table and won't leave, so Noah steps in

taglist: @concreteangel92 @lma1986 @sorrowsofsilence (let me know if you want to ba added or removed)

Midnights of October masterlist

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based on this post of mine and girls night out of mine

You and your friends were out for a hangout after long time of no seeing each other

In a quiet bar where's enough space to hang out but still hear each other talking

The night started off well, you were one of the first ones to enter and after one glass of wine the conversation was flowing

And suddenly the bartender came to your table with bottle of fancy champagne with words 'man sitting at the bar bought this for you enjoy'

Older man just waved at you and your friends from the bar and it seemed like it was really just a nice gesture and not his way to interlude your girls night

After while the bartender brought second bottle, third and suddenly the older man was sitting at your table

So your thoughts were actually right

Your friends thought it's rude to at least not talk with him for a bit, so some of them did, you not tho

Unnecessry attention from older men was always not appreciated by you, so not interested in his stories you started to look around the bar, maybe looking for familiar faces you could hang out to avoid this man

You saw group of 5 men, looking sloght out of place with their tattoos and the vibe they were giving off, in a good way

Your eyes locked with the brunette one for a few seconds, you two shared a smile

He is handsome, you thought

You turned your attention back to your friends, some of them still talking with the man, some of them looking annoyed just like you

Hiding your feelings was never yoir case, so to Noah it was very clear you're not happy about the man at your table even from his table at the other side of the room

You were glaring at him, talking with your grimaces 'fuck off from our table'

But men they were see the signs right

You caught Noah looking at you or the man at your table few times

Everytime your eyes met it seemed like he was asking you 'everything ok?' with his eyes

Later he noded his head in the direction of the man that was still comfortably sitting at your table

You just nodded your head

Later you went to get a new drink at the bar and while waiting you heard male voice from behind you 'You don't look happy about your company of that gentleman.'

You turned around and saw those pretty eyes from close

'He bought us few bottles od champagne and thinks he got ticket to our table with that.'

'If you'd give me one of those looks you're giving him I'd pack my shit and leave.'

And that's how your small talk with Noah started, he left you with 'If you need help just wave at me, there's 5 of us and just 1 him.'

Which was very hot to you

After another 30 minutes of that man talking you slightly got annoyed and told him that maybe he could go now, that you're out for girls night, not spend the night with a random weirdo

And that hurt his ego and he started attacking you verbaly

Voices were raised and so was Noah's attention

He saw you got offensive and he didn't want to cause a scene, so he just observed for a while longer

But when that man kept raising his voice and started calling you names Noah couldn't help it

'Take a hint and leave man, leave them alone.' Noah said with a calm steady voice

'And what the fuck do you care?' that man's actions got out of hand so security got involved

After everything calmed down you and your friends said thank you to Noah and the security guys and wanted to continue with your conversation

But you felt mad and needed fresh air, so you went outside to calm yourself down

'Are you ok?' and you heard that voice once again

Noah stood few steps behind you, genuine worry on his face

'Yeah I just needed a minute.'

'Understandable, that guy was a jerk.'

'Yeah, that he was. Thank you again.'

'No worries.' Noah send you s mile and stepped closer to you, comfortable silence taking over

'So, maybe after saving you I could get your name?' that made your head spin, because you thought he was serious about saving you, making it sound like you couldn't stand up for yourself

But you saw one side of his lips up and then the cutest laugh left his mouth

'I'm just kidding. About the saving part tho.'

That night you have him your name along with your number

'Thank you for actually kind of saving us.'

Since then, after you got to know each other and made things official, Noah loved answering the question 'How did you guys meet each other?', because he gets to tease you with his 'hero saved lives of 6 women and stole one of their hearts' story

But also when the guys are around, he gets teased for how much he cared for a stranger at a bar (at that time) just because she was pretty and he used it as a chance to get to talk to her

I'll edit this tomorrow, I'm tired af so sorry for mistakes, I'll also maybe change it a bit so you can come back for edited version lol

[jennay]

Don’t Let Go

Request: Can you write something about Noah x reader? They're at a concert, the crowd, but something happens and they're separated, even though he tries to hold her hand or her arm or something?

Noah Master List

No warnings

An: Getting lost in a concert is literally my nightmare.

You’d been waiting for this concert for ages, and it was finally here. You and Noah arrived early, hoping to get as close to the stage as possible.

You were a massive fan of the band, especially the lead singer. You told Noah that you would faint if you met him in person.

He found it hilarious and mocked you about your crush. "You have a thing for lead singers, don't you?" He said with a smirk.

You roll your eyes and say. "Don't worry, I love you the most." You gently kiss his cheek.

As you walked through the gates, you regretted your choice of clothing.

You forgot your bag in the car, meaning you had no sunscreen or sunglasses. You knew you were doomed to get a painful sunburn, but you tried to ignore it.

You told yourself seeing your favorite band live would be worth it.

Noah seemed to read your mind as he pulled his backpack off his shoulder. He rummaged through it and pulled out a can of sunscreen.

“Let me help you." He says, turning you around. He sprayed your shoulders and back with the cool mist, making you shiver slightly.

You smiled and thanked him for being so thoughtful and prepared. He always knew what you needed.

He tapped your shoulder and told you to turn around again. "Close your eyes." He instructed. You did as he said and felt him spray your face and neck with the sunscreen.

You opened your eyes and saw him smiling at you.

He leaned in and kissed your lips, "All set. Stay close soyo don't get kidnapped." He winks and wraps his arm around your waist. "Are you ready?" He asks, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You nod eagerly and squeeze his hand. You hear the roar of the crowd as you approach the stage.

You saw the band's colorful lights and banners, feeling adrenaline at your core. You lift your hand to show Noah your shaking palm, "I'm so excited!"

He replied with a cheesy grin and a girlish squeal. He was just as thrilled as you were to see the band live.

You had both been fans since their first album, and you had bought the tickets as soon as they went on sale.

You couldn't wait to hear them play their songs, sing along with them, and feel their energy and passion.

You loved their music, lyrics, style, everything about them.

You had stickers on your laptop and t-shirts in your closet. You knew every word to every song and were ready to rock out with them.

You smile at Noah again and whisper in his ear. "This is going to be awesome."

He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you close to his chest. "Please stay close." He pleaded.

He was worried about losing you in the crowd. You were so small and cute, and he loved that about you. But it also made you hard to spot among the sea of people.

He had to keep an eye on you at all times, or else he would panic.

You nodded eagerly, smiling reassuringly.

You felt safe and secure in his embrace. He kissed your hair and whispered in your ear. "I don't want what happened last time to happen again."

You remembered the last concert you went to together when a drunk guy grabbed you and tried to drag you away from Noah.

It had been a scary moment, but Noah had intervened and came close to punching the guy in the face. You hoped nothing like that would happen again.

Standing in bliss, you sang to your favorite song, feeling the rhythm pulse through your veins. You closed your eyes and let the music take over, waving your arms and nodding your head in sync with the beats. You felt a gentle pressure on your back as Noah nudged you forward. You reached back and grabbed his hands, intertwining your fingers and pulling him closer. He followed your lead, keeping a tight grip on you.

During the first three songs, you'd already managed to wander in a completely different direction. He had already lost you a few times when you had slipped through the gaps between people.

He had to push through the crowd to find you, hoping you were safe and sound. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you.

You must’ve gotten a little too excited because when you whirl around to share your thrill with Noah as they announce the next song, your heart plummets as you realize he's vanished. Strangers squeeze you from all sides, and dread floods you. You feel like a helpless lamb. "Shit," You hiss, standing on your tip toes and trying to scan over some heads and dodge between bodies to search for him.

You yank your cell phone out of your pocket and try to text him, hoping he will see it. Where are you?

You stare down at your phone, hoping for a reply, but his phone is probably buried in his backpack.

You can no longer enjoy the show without the anxiety racing through your body. This is precisely what you didn't want to happen.

You feel a hand roughly grab your arm and jerk you back, making you gasp and try to wrench your arm free. You hated being touched by strangers, and because you were small, it seemed like people liked to mess with you more often than not at these events.

Your eyes finally land on a familiar face; you can see panic in Noah's eyes as he attempts to continue scanning the crowd.

You bolt over quickly, not caring if you have to throw a few elbows to get through the crowd.

You push past the people blocking your way, ignoring their complaints and curses.

You just want to get back to Noah, feel his arms around you, and know you'll be okay.

"Fuck." You say with relief as he wraps you in his arms. "Where were you!?" You ask him, feeling a mix of emotions.

He leans down, yelling over the music, "Looking for you!" He sounds apologetic. “Next time I’m attaching a balloon to you!”

Agiggle falls through your lips as you lace your fingers in his. Your heart slows down, and he places his hands on your hips, looping his fingers through the belt loops of your shorts.

You weren't going anywhere, not this time. You press yourself against him, feeling safe and secure. You can finally relax and listen to the last song of the night.

You look up at him and see his smile. He kisses you softly, reassuring you he's there and not letting go of you ever again.

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: he was wearing a Darth Vader costume at Comic Con. you were wearing a Padmé Amidala one. can I make it any more obvious? you were both nerds. what more can I say? pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst; strangers to friends to lovers warnings: bullying, harassment, swearing, nerdy stuff, overthinking, insecurities, confession, kissing, hugging, fear of losing someone, protective™️ hwa, mentions of past suicidal thoughts/possible self-harm, rat hongjoong but he means well, loyal puppy yunho, some violence/punching, lying/secrets author's note: honestly hwa is the best boyfie ever i just thought it'd be kinda boring if there was no ~drama~ word count: 5.8k

It was your first Comic Con and you were pretty excited. You worked so hard for almost two years so that you could afford the tickets, as well as your Padmé Amidala costume. You were going alone but you hoped that you'd make new friends who were into the same stuff as you. You had been looking forward to this event pretty much all your life. However, the harsh reality didn't match your expectations. For starters, it was so crowded that you could barely make your way. You attended a couple of panels, bought a bunch of overpriced merch but after a while, you were beginning to feel exhausted. Everyone seemed to have come with friends and you felt like an outsider. And then, to top it off, you had the following negative experience:

"Oh my God, look at that uglyass Padmé costume," you heard an annoying male voice. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Yeah, like, who even likes the prequels?" another asshole responded.

"Stupid women, that's who," the first voice said and the the two laughed in a disgusting way.

Ugh. It felt like middle school all over again. There was no escape from bullies. You rolled your eyes and tried to get out of here so that you wouldn't have to put up with hearing such comments. But just then, one of the guys spilled red juice all over your costume!

"Oops, my bad," he snickered loudly.

"Well, it's not a huge loss. The costume was shit anyway," the other guy cackled demonically.

All the traumatic memories from your past came crashing down on you. You rushed towards the bathrooms, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Fucking jerks. Why couldn't they just mind their own business? Why did they have to ruin your day and the costume you'd spent so much money on? You wished you were brave enough to stand up for yourself but after all these years, you were still just a little girl, terrified of getting picked on.

You tried to clean up the red spot to the best of your abilities so that it wouldn't stain but it proved quite difficult with the low quality soap available in the Comic Con bathrooms. As if that wasn't enough, your vision was so blurry due to the tears. Eventually, you gave up and decided to get out of here. Maybe, you weren't meant for such huge events. You should have stayed at home, watching Star Wars cuddled up under a blanket. As you left the bathrooms, you bumped into someone wearing a terrifyingly realistic Darth Vader costume. Can this day get any better?

"S-sorry," you murmured awkwardly and were about to take your leave when "Darth Vader" spoke:

"Not to sound like a creep but I overheard what happened out there and I just wanted to say these assholes are an embarrassment to our fandom."

"Agreed," you nodded.

"And for the record, your costume looks incredible!"

"Um, thanks. Yours is…insane. Like you came out from the movies," you smiled nervously.

"Don't cry, beautiful. They're not worth it," he reassured you and caught a single tear from falling with a gloved hand. Damn, he had game and you felt your heart fluttering.

If a couple of days ago someone had told you that Darth Vader would be comforting you outside of a public bathroom at Comic Con, you wouldn't have believed them.

"Do you want me to beat the shit out of them for you?" he asked.

Because you couldn't see his facial expressions that were hidden behind the mask, you couldn't tell if he was joking.

"Nah, honestly, I think I'll just head home," you sniffled.

"What? No way, don't let them ruin your time here. I promise, you can have a lot of fun if you ignore people like that."

"Really?" you blinked hopefully.

"Come on," he grabbed your hand and soon enough, you were back inside the venue. "Darth Vader" seemed to be a social butterfly and he not only insisted on taking tons of pictures with you but also introduced you to his friends, one of them was wearing a Chewbacca suit and the other had dressed up as Luke Skywalker. You took photos in pairs and together as a group, went to a few more panels and had a jolly good time. At one point you thought you saw the two assholes from earlier from afar and you could swear their eyes looked a little swollen but then again, you hadn't brought your glasses and it might as well have been your wishful thinking.

As the event was coming to an end, you were pleasantly surprised by how many positive memories you'd accumulated that made up for that one shitty experience. Suddenly, "Darth Vader" asked you:

"Do you want to grab a drink or something?"

"Oh, yeah, sure!" you smiled enthusiastically. Even though you still didn't know his name, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and you were excited to spend some more time together.

"Great! Let me just get out of my suit 'cause I'm overheating and drinking anything with this mask on does not sound like a fun idea."

"Haha, I don't envy you," you replied. You couldn't imagine carrying such a heavy suit all day long. You told him you'd wait for him outside of the bathrooms. As you were looking through some of the photos you took on your phone, you caught yourself smiling a little too wide. You put the device back into your bag.

Then, out of nowhere, the most visually stunning guy you'd ever seen came out of the bathrooms. And he was staring directly at you! What the fuck? You blinked in shock as you saw him walk towards you.

"Um…I guess it's high time I introduced myself properly. Hi, my name's Seonghwa," he said in a vaguely familiar voice.

"Huh?" you whispered in a daze as you took his hand. "I'm Y/N…"

"Darth Vader?" he chuckled nervously, trying to remind you. "We literally spent the whole day together?"

"Eh?!"

"Did you hit your head or something?" Seonghwa joked. "Is it that shocking to see me without the mask?"

"Sorry, it's just…" you tried to snap out of it. "You're too pretty."

"And that comes as a surprise, because…?"

"I guess I sorta expected that you were some middle-aged nerd who doesn't shower."

"Ouch," he laughed. "I don't blame you, though. At events like Comic Con, I've had my fair share of encounters with non-showering nerds."

"I rest my case," you shook your head in amusement.

"Still up for drinks?"

"Are you kidding? Good luck trying to get rid of me," you teased.

Seonghwa ordered a cup of tea and you wanted a cappuccino. Then, the two of you sat down at a place nearby.

"Soo, what interests do you have? Other than Star Wars?" Seonghwa asked.

"Gosh, there are too many," you giggled. "I used to be really into Marvel and DC but haven't seen some of the recent movies that came out. I feel more drawn to the TV shows as there is more time to develop the psychology of the characters."

"Ooh, I totally get what you mean," he nodded. "Though I love a good action scene, sometimes it gets too much, you know?"

"Right? Like I'm sorry for wanting depth and meaningful background stories."

"Mhm, you said it so well," Seonghwa replied and took a sip from his cup.

"What about you? What other things do you like?"

"I adore Disney movies," he confessed shyly, blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Ahh, that's lovely! Me too," you beamed with excitement.

"You don't think it's kinda embarrassing? I've been made fun of for my Maximus costume at an event."

"Ugh, assholes like that should be banned from Comic Con!" you got angry on his behalf, as you had experienced getting bullied too many times. "Why can't people just let others enjoy stuff? If you don't like someone's costume, would it kill you to shut up?"

"You're so right! Speaking of costumes, we should exchange social media so we can send each other pictures from today."

"Yess, that'd be great," you typed in your Instagram on Seonghwa's phone and soon enough, the two of you started spamming one another with all the fun memories you'd made.

You didn't realize how much time passed as you two shared more about your interests. Seonghwa even insisted on travelling with you to your literal doorstep, as it had gotten dark out, which was incredibly sweet of him.

"I'm so glad we met," he admitted. "Like, obviously I'm not happy you had to listen to these dicks but uhm, I'm glad I approached you."

"Me too, Seonghwa," you smiled.

"We should watch a movie sometime. Or go shopping for cute merch. Or…whatever you like."

"I'd like all of that," you admitted. "Good night, Hwa."

"Good night, Y/N."

As the days went by, you realized how much in common you had with Seonghwa. It went beyond the initial Star Wars connection, you both loved Sanrio a lot and playing Animal Crossing together was one of your favourite activities. Cooking and cleaning side by side was both practical and therapeutic. Even when you went shopping, you were amazed by your similar tastes. In short, you were completely whipped for him. However, you were reluctant about confessing your crush. It had been a while since you made such a wonderful friend and you were terrified of losing him. You loved spending time with him and you would absolutely hate yourself if you did something to scare him away. Realistically, you knew that Seonghwa wasn't that easily spooked and you were probably just stuck in your head, overthinking it and coming up with the worst possible scenario. A part of you kept telling you that when (not if, because you thought there was no way he liked you back) he rejected you, he would still make sure you stayed friends. But still, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It felt so lovely as it was and you couldn't bear the thought of ruining it.

"What's wrong? You've got your thinking face on." Seonghwa asked, as he was looking through the cute Sanrio keychains exposed at the store.

"My what?" you blinked in confusion.

"Your thinking face. When something is bothering you, you kinda space out and scrunch up your eyebrows. It's cute but I can't help but worry."

Damnit. You were amazed by how attentive he was to the smallest of details. Also, what was that about it being cute? Did he mean cute in a friend way or…

"You're overthinking your answer again," Seonghwa called you out. "Come on, just tell me. I'm your friend, no?"

"That's exactly the problem."

"Me being your friend?" Seonghwa was perplexed. "Would it make it easier for you to share your concerns if I were a foe?"

"I guess…" you frowned.

"Come on. I've got an idea," Seonghwa hurriedly paid for two matching Kuromi and My Melody keychains, grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the store.

"Where are we going?" you laughed at his spontaneity.

"You'll see," he responded cryptically.

A while later, you ended up in his apartment.

"Wait here," Seonghwa pointed at the couch and you sat down hesitantly. What was he planning?

He took longer than expected but finally, he returned. Or rather…Darth Vader returned. Wait, what?!

"Hi," Seonghwa mumbled.

You couldn't take it seriously and burst into laughter.

"It's not funny, I'm trying to help you!" he insisted.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you can't tell me what's troubling you because I'm your friend."

"Seonghwa…"

"I'm not Seonghwa, it's Darth Vader now, a totally unfriendly figure. So, spill."

You gulped nervously. Oh, fuck it.

"Well, Darth Vader, the thing is I have a crush on a friend. But I don't wanna mess things up 'cause he probably doesn't feel the same way. And he's really important to me. The thought of losing him scares me."

"I'm the scariest thing in the galaxy! No, I am your father!" Seonghwa/Darth Vader said, which made you laugh again.

"I'm serious!" you responded after you managed to subdue your giggles, hopeful for some sort of advice.

"What if your friend feels the same way?" he suggested calmly.

"That's unlikely."

"What's your friend's name?"

"I can't…"

"Say it. Or I can't help you."

"Seonghwa."

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied, breaking character.

"No, the friend I have a crush on…is you."

"Darth Vader" took off his mask and you were once again greeted by Seonghwa's friendly and unbelievably beautiful face.

"Are you serious?"

"You have a crush on me, Seonghwa, not Darth Vader, the character?" he wanted to make sure just in case.

"I mean…both but mostly you, Seonghwa," you chuckled.

"Mostly, huh? I guess I'll have to work harder to make it only me," he said, pressed his palm against your cheek and leaned down a bit. "May I kiss you?"

"You w-want to k-kiss me?" you were stunned by what was happening. Did he perhaps like you back?!

"I'd like that very much but only if you want it too."

"Shut up and kiss me," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck as Seonghwa closed the distance between you two. His lips were ridiculously soft and tasted like cherries. Lip balm? God, he was so cute and sexy you were going to lose your mind. After you were done kissing for the time being, you decided to discuss what this meant for you.

"So…you like me back?" you asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"I'm not in the habit of kissing people I don't like," Seonghwa joked.

You nudged his shoulder.

"You know what I meant."

"I do like you back, yes," he confirmed verbally.

"Can…I be your girlfriend or something?" you blurted out while hiding your face in embarrassment.

"As long as I can be your boyfriend. Or something. Gosh, why are you so adorable?" Seonghwa pulled you into a hug, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Nope, you are!" you insisted and squeezed him back. "I can't believe you pulled the Darth Vader costume to get me to confess. Such a nerd."

"But it worked, didn't it? And also, you're no different. Thirdly, you fell for this nerd!" Seonghwa kept teasing you relentlessly.

"Fine, fine, I get it. We're both silly little nerds."

"And that's what makes us perfect for each other."

"I couldn't agree more."

You were over the moon while dating Seonghwa. You did everything together. When you received a surprising text from him, it was one of your happiest moments:

Hwanakin: I may have a surprise 👀

You: Oh? 🍵

Hwanakin: I spent A LOT of money on something I've wanted for a while but I think it's worth it

You: Tell me tell me tell me!

Hwanakin: image attachment

You: No way, you're actually insane, this is sooo cool

Hwanakin: 🙈🙈🙈

You: SO happy for you omg

Hwanakin: I was wondering if you wanna build it with me? I know you once mentioned you'd like to give Legos a try but you haven't bought any since they're kinda pricey so I thought you might wanna come over and work on it together?

You were too overjoyed by the offer to immediately respond that you just squealed and needed to jump around in your room a little. Then, your phone tinged with another notification from the sweetest boyfriend in the galaxy. No, scratch that. In the UNIVERSE.

Hwanakin: It's okay if that's not your thing, I just thought I'd ask you…

You: ARE YOU KIDDING? OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO!!! I AM SUPER THRILLED AAAAAAAA

You: Sorry for screaming I'm just so excited rn

Hwanakin: Haha it's alright, I'm so glad you'd like to share this awesome experience with me!

You: I'm even more glad! Gladder? What is English? Um anyway thank you for offering, I'm beyond touched and honoured and just…Ahhh!!!

Hwanakin: Hey, no need to thank me, you're my girlfriend, it goes without saying that I wanna do stuff with you

Fuck, you would never grow tired of hearing those two words.

Seonghwa's birthday was approaching and you were panicking. During the couple of months you'd been together, he'd been the most amazing ever. He would give you so much and not just in the material sense. Though you were a sucker for Lego flowers and adorable Sanrio keychains and your favourite chocolates, he was also giving you so much of his free time, his affection, his kind words and his delicious meals. You were literally in love with him already but you didn't want to rush into saying it to him out of fear you'd scare him away. Like in the situation with confessing your crush on him, you had this irrational fear that your love was somehow capable of driving him away.

Nevertheless, you wanted to do something really special and thoughtful for his birthday. You didn't think it was right to just buy anything, you had to make something. Which was how you ended up on the crocheting side of YouTube. You'd tried it a couple of years ago but you were far too impatient to stick to it. However, if it was for Seonghwa, you felt like you had enough determination. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, tons of hours and a lot of screaming on your side, you had done it. You managed to crochet a somewhat decent Grogu/Baby Yoda. So adorable. You were quite proud of your accomplishment and genuinely hoped that Seonghwa would like it. Then, you a made a handwritten card, drawing your own doodles and pouring your entire heart out. Finally, the night before his birthday, you baked some strawberry tarts. Everything had to be perfect for your perfect boy.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Seonghwa, happy birthday to you," you sang to him gently.

"Thank you, my sweetheart!" he responded softly. "You didn't have to do anything, your presence itself is enough of a present."

"Aww, stop it, you smooth-talker!" you waved him off and gave him the bag full of surprises. "Don't get your hopes up, it's nothing fancy."

"It doesn't have to be. You could give me a sock and I'd be happy."

"Miss Y/N has given Seonghwa a sock! Seonghwa is free!" you joked, making him blush and shake his head.

Finally, he opened up the present. As expected, the crocheted Grogu caught his attention first.

"Oh my goodness, sooo adorable!" he clutched the green creature to his heart. "Did you make this?"

"I tried my best, yeah," you giggled shyly.

"You're literally incredible, thank you so much!"

Then, he saw the strawberry tarts you'd made and insisted on trying them right away.

"What do you think?"

"Super yummy, love them!" Seonghwa said.

"Yay, that's a relief!" you smiled.

Finally, he found the handwritten card, which read, as follows:

Dear Seonghwa, The day that I met you was a day I'd been looking forward to quite a bit. It was my first Comic Con and I was extremely excited about it. However, a couple of seconds and two assholes were threatening to ruin that special day for me. It brought back so many negative memories and I was ready to go home and cry myself to sleep. Until you showed up and made what could have been the worst day of my life into one of the best. (The best day being the day I became your girlfriend. No, actually, every day I spend with you is the best. Forgive me for being corny.) My point is that your presence has healing powers. Your kind heart is one of my favourite things about you. Your precious smile makes me absolutely mad. Also, you are incredibly funny and smart. How you pulled that stunt off in a Darth Vader costume in order to make me confess is still super iconic of you. And don't get me started on how handsome you are. It should be illegal at this point! Happy Birthday, my darling star! May this day be one of your best days! Yours in earnest, Y/N

Seonghwa closed the card, his eyes watering in emotion.

"Come here," he said and pulled you into a hug. "It truly is one of my best days. And you are the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" you chuckled.

"Maybe," he smirked. "But seriously, you gotta tell me all about those negative memories. Give me names and addresses of whoever hurt you, I just wanna talk."

"Hey, it's your birthday! I don't wanna ruin it with all this shit from the past…"

"You wouldn't be ruining anything. Besides, you said it yourself. It's my birthday and I really wanna talk about it. As long as you feel ready, of course, no pressure."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," you smiled at him. "Well, if you insist…Long story short, I used to get bullied in middle school. At first they were just teasing me for being a nerd and having high grades. But then I would start to hear all sorts of comments about my outfits, my hair, or my body. There was even online hate about me. It got really bad at one point, I didn't want to live anymore and did some stupid harmful shit to myself... When I went to high school, it was different. I made some amazing friends and everyone was more mature. However, some of these things I went through still stayed with me. And that day at Comic Con, that one short encounter was enough to send me spiraling. It unlocked so much unresolved trauma, I guess. If it hadn't been for you…I don't know."

Seonghwa pulled you closer and started doodling cute little figures on your wrists.

"You drew stars around my scars," you whispered.

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" he repeated your words from earlier.

"Maybe," you chuckled.

"You know, I'm not one to believe in stuff like destiny or whatever. But as harsh as that sounds, I feel like all these terrible stuff you went through brought you to me. Does that make sense?"

"It's not harsh, I like it very much," you insisted. "I would go through them all over again if it meant finding my way back to you."

"Lucky for you, you don't have to. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, no force in the universe can stop me from making their lives miserable."

You liked how protective he was over you. But sometimes, it scared you…

Seonghwa had invited you to play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends Hongjoong (who had dressed up as Luke Skywalker at Comic Con) and Yunho (who had a Chewbacca costume). You'd hung out with them a couple of times and you had grown fond of them and were happy about how quickly they'd accepted you into their friend group. You had been dating Seonghwa for a while and you had a key to his apartment so you let yourself in. He texted you that he'd come soon and just as you were about to greet Hongjoong and Yunho who were already there, you accidentally overheard their conversation:

"We have to tell her, man," Hongjoong insisted. They were in the kitchen, speaking more loudly than usual, as they thought they were alone.

"I think it's better if we managed to convince Seonghwa to tell her himself," Yunho argued.

"What if she stumbles upon the video? It's freaking viral already," Hongjoong explained. "It's better if she heard it from us than finding it on her own and jumping to conclusions."

"But Seonghwa is our friend, he'd feel so betrayed if we ratted him out like this," Yunho replied.

"She's our friend, too," Hongjoong sighed. "I say we tell her."

"Tell me what?" you finally entered the kitchen, making your presence known.

Yunho shook his head, still not on board, but Hongjoong had made up his mind and showed you the viral video in question. It was titled "Darth Vader punches bullies at Comic Con" and in it was exactly what the title suggested. It was pretty shocking to witness.

"Is this Hwa?" you gasped in horror.

Hongjoong nodded sadly. Suddenly, it all made sense. You'd thought it was your imagination when you saw the bullies' swollen and red eyes from afar, but nope, it was actually 'cause your boyfriend had physically assaulted them. You cursed yourself for forgetting your glasses. You felt so betrayed. The day that you considered to be one of your happiest days was marred with so much violence and Seonghwa was keeping such a big thing a secret from you…

"They're not gonna press charges against Seonghwa, if that's what you're worried about," Yunho tried to reassure you.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm upset he didn't tell me about it," you cried out.

"That's not the only thing he didn't tell you about," Hongjoong mumbled under his nose.

"Hongjoong!" Yunho exclaimed, reprimanding his friend for spilling all the tea.

"She has the right to know!" Hongjoong shouted.

"And it's better if she has this conversation with Seonghwa instead of us."

"Just tell me everything, I don't think I can face him right now," you said.

"Seonghwa used some strings to ban the assholes who bullied you from Comic Con," Hongjoong the truth There have been previous cases of them harassing women and Seonghwa managed to get to the bottom of it and make sure they get exposed and punished."

"What? That doesn't make any sense, he didn't even know me back then," you tried to rationalize this strange situation. "Why would he go to such lengths?"

"Except he did know you. Do you remember having an online friend named Scarlett?"

"I do. She stopped texting me back at some point. Wait, where did you hear Scarlett's name? I've never even told Hwa about her."

"Think about it, Y/N. How could I possibly know?" Hongjoong sighed sadly.

"No," you couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me Seonghwa is Scarlett?"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news," Hongjoong confirmed.

It all made sense now. "Scarlett" had stopped messaging you right after you'd met Seonghwa at Comic Con. You had sent "her" selfies of yourself, which explained how Hwa recognized you. You had told "her" you'd attend the event so it was quite possible that he went out of his way to meet you…God, you felt sick.

"Great job, Hongjoong, Seonghwa will totally kill us now," Yunho was beginning to panic.

"I'd like to see him try," Hongjoong shook his head. "Don't misunderstand, Y/N. It's not like he stalked you or anything. I'm sure he just really wanted to meet you in real life and he must have thought that Comic Con was a good place to start. He didn't expect all this drama with the bullies to get in the way."

"He still lied to me, Hongjoong! For months! Tell him some emergency came up. I can't talk to him right now."

"Tell him yourself," Yunho suggested nervously.

You paled in shock as you turned around and faced Seonghwa. Just like how you'd overheard Hongjoong and Yunho's conversation, Seonghwa had heard what you'd just said.

"I have to go," you murmured and rushed towars the door.

Seonghwa grabbed your wrist and tried to stop you from leaving.

"Sweetheart, wait, let me explain."

"I need to be alone," you tried to express your boundaries.

"I'm still the same person you care about," he kept trying.

"Which person would that be? Darth Vader? Scarlett? I don't even know who you are anymore, Seonghwa. If that is your real name."

"Of course it's my real name. Please, I want to tell you my side of the story."

"And I want to be alone."

"You're not breaking up with me?" he asked, his big eyes moist with emotion.

"I'm not. I just need some time to think. If you ever cared about me just a little, you'll let go of me."

And he finally did as you asked. But as you walked out of the door and felt your heart shattering into a million pieces, some part of you wished he hadn't…

Three weeks passed since this painful moment. Even though you had told him it wasn't a break-up, it sure felt like one. He would send you messages but you wouldn't reply to them. Just like "Scarlett" had stopped responding. But it hurt so much. You were doing the same old things but without him, everything seemed bleak and meaningless. Yes, he'd lied to you, but you hated to imagine a universe in which you'd never met.

This weekend you impulsively decided to go to an event where nerds could gatter, dress up and have fun in the hopes that it'd make you feel better. It was on a smaller scale than Comic Con but you still figured it was a better idea than staying at home, crying your eyes out and eating too much ice cream. You had dressed up as Catwoman and despite the recent misfortunes, you were feeling pretty damn good about yourself. Until you saw these assholes from Comic Con again. Right, they had been banned to it but could still attend other events. And you saw them harassing another woman!

"Come on, don't be such a prude, give us your number."

"I don't want to…" she replied meekly.

"She said no, fuckers!" you didn't know what demon possessed you to do that. The you from before couldn't even stand up for yourself but now you couldn't imagine watching someone else being in such an awful situation and not doing anything.

The two bullies turned around.

"Remember me?" you asked confidently. "I'm the reason your sorry asses can't set foot in Comic Con till the rest of your miserable lives."

Recognition immediately lit up their ugly faces. They probably got flashbacks of Darth Vader punching them and then them becoming a laughing stock for the entire Internet to see. They exchanged a look and were about to sneak out, when you grabbed them harshly by the hair, feeling all vigilante for some reason. Maybe it was your badass costume.

"Apologize to her," you insisted.

"We're s-sorry," they stammered.

"Now piss off and pray to whatever devil it is you worship that I never see you again," you threatened them in the most calm tone you could muster.

They did just that and damn, did you feel amazing.

"Thank you so much!" the girl exclaimed and gave you a spontaneous hug.

"No problem, girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are like my hero! We should exchange numbers and hang out sometime!" she suggested excitedly.

"Sure, that'd be fun. What's your name?"

"Scarlett," she smiled.

You laughed to yourself. Oh, the irony.

"What's so funny?"

"It's a long story," you shrugged. "I'll tell it to you someday."

After a while, your new friend left the event and you were once again on your own. You wondered if you should text Seonghwa. You really missed him and meeting this girl made you wish you'd hear his side of the story. Then, as if by magic, your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Matching costumes. We're making a habit out of it."

You looked up and saw…Batman.

"Seonghwa?" you blinked in surprise.

"I'm Batman," he insisted. "Sorry, I've always wanted to say that."

You had a hard time suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

"The Darth Vader trick only works once. If you wanted to get me to talk, you should have come up with something new," you teased him, pretending as if his mere presence was bothering you.

"I get it," he nodded. "But I'm not asking you to talk. Can you hear me out instead?"

You nodded, as you had already made up your mind to give him a second chance. But he didn't have to know that yet.

"All of what Hongjoong and Yunho told you is true. I did punch the guys who were terrorizing you and countless other women and tried to make sure they get banned from Comic Con. And, indeed, prior to our meeting, we became online friends while I was posing under the name of Scarlett. But that's as far as my deception goes. I wasn't stalking you or anything. It just so happened that I saw you having a rough time and really didn't want you to experience such negative emotions at Comic Con. Because I know what that's like. I know I probably seem confident to you now but I wasn't like that always. I've dealt with my fair share of insecurities and shitty people who put me down. And I really care about you and couldn't bear the thought of watching you suffer. I admit, I kept the bullies thing a secret from you and while we texted online I lied about my name being Scarlett. But I never lied to you about my feelings. I genuinely love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to you."

You were sincerely touched by his words and you believed he was telling the truth. However, after going through so much, you wanted to keep him on his toes just a little longer.

"Funny thing happened earlier at this event. I saw those two bullies from Comic Con again."

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Seonghwa was immediately worried.

"I'm fine. They were harassing a girl and I stood up for her, easily getting rid of them."

"That's so amazing, Y/N, I'm proud of you!"

"I felt pretty proud of myself, too. But that's not even the craziest part. Can you guess what her name was?"

"Um…no?"

"Scarlett."

"No way," Seonghwa laughed.

"Well, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. She reminded me of you. Even if you hadn't showed up, all Batman style, I still would have messaged you and tried to fix things between us."

"I'm so happy to hear that, sweetheart," Seonghwa placed his hands on your arms gently.

You took off his mask and then your own.

"Let's start over, yeah? No masks, no secrets, just honesty. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that very much," he grinned softly.

"For the record, I love you, too. And I'm not mad anymore. I understand why you did what you did."

"Well, you know what they say? All is fair in love and war," Seonghwa smirked.

"And Star Wars," you added.

"Especially Star Wars," Seonghwa chuckled.

"Hi, my name is Y/N," you extended your hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"Hi, I'm Seonghwa," he took your hand and shook it.

"It suits you better than any other name," you told him honestly.

"Have I ever told you what it means?"

"I don't think so," you admitted.

"You'll really like it. It's related to stars…"

The End

[iwritesickfic]

So this past week I've had an ear infection combined with a sore throat and a fever. It's probably been over a decade since my last ear infection but they come with some serious wump potential. This made me think of Theo having to perform with a sore ear and any other list of symptoms you'd like.

hey there! thanks for the prompt ❤️ hope you enjoy!! :)

“You don’t have to do this,” Seamus says for what feels like the thousandth time. Theo sighs, slumping deeper into his chair.

“Stop saying that,” he mumbles. It’s not that Seamus is wrong - it’s the opposite. And the more he says it the more Theo wants to agree with him. This is the perfect storm for him to call off a performance. He has a double ear infection. His head is killing him. He’s at a festival in the middle of the desert and he’s running a 101 fever.

Still, people are going to be so fucking mad at him if he bails. This is his first performance in over a year, and he knows that people bought tickets and flew out here just to see him. The festival would be livid, even though there’s a clause in the contract exactly for this situation.

“You want some ice?” Seamus asks, and Theo nods, even though it hurts. Seamus is back in only a few moments with a bag of ice wrapped in a damp towel, and Theo gasps as he presses it to the tender, throbbing space behind his jaw. “Too much?”

Theo shakes his head and takes the ice, holding it under his ear with his trembling hand. He feels like he can hardly breathe.

Seamus’s fingers begin to work through his damp hair, gathering it into a small bun. He’s especially careful around Theo’s ears, his hands moving slowly and deliberately. He ties the bun loosely, then kisses the nape of his neck.

“God, I wanna fucking die,” Theo mumbles, and Seamus slides a water bottle into his hands. He doesn't need to be told, just starts taking small sips. The heat is making him nauseous and each mouthful feels heavy in his stomach.

“It'll be ok,” Seamus says softly. He kisses him again, this time on his temple, and even though it sends a shock of pain through his pounding head he doesn't mind. If there weren’t so many people watching and if it wasn’t so hot, he might have pulled him closer and buried his face in Seamus’s throat and let himself cry. But there are, and it is, so he lets Seamus walk away.

His set starts in only 45 minutes. They're already doing the changeover, stage hands hurrying back and forth with cables and guitars and mics. He can hear the crowd that's gathered. He's a headliner, he can't back out. He just can't.

Seamus comes back with some food, which Theo doesn't eat. He chokes down some ibuprofen and drinks some electrolyte thing Seamus managed to find, but he doesn't feel any better. The fact he's shivering now doesn't bode well, his body cloaked in a cold sweat. His hair is wet, and his tank top is clinging to his chest. And though they haven't spoken a word to him, someone dressed suspiciously like a medic is loitering around at a middle distance.

At least Seamus has stopped telling him he doesn't have to do it.

It's only a few minutes before the set is supposed to start when he decides he'd better finally put in his in-ears. He's standing in the walkway between the makeshift green room and stage side, staring at the two small devices in his palm. He feels weak standing up - dizzy and disoriented. He's trying to work up the courage to actually put the monitors in when Seamus comes up beside him.

He rests his hand lightly on Theo's upper back, and he doesn't need to say anything for Theo to know what he's asking.

“I'll be fine,” he mumbles, even though he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and the throbbing is enough to make his knees weak. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, and it's making him slur his words. His ears are ringing.

“I know you will,” Seamus whispers back, and Theo chokes out a laugh.

“I'm not…I'm not fine right now. But I'll be fine.” He's staring at the in-ears. Seamus follows his gaze.

“Do you want-”

“No, no, I…” Theo trails off, quickly bringing one up to his right ear. He hesitates a moment before starting to put it in. Immediately, there's a burst of white hot pain that lances down his neck and all the way through his head. He presses past it, but it only gets worse. He makes a sound between a gasp and a cry, and the next thing he registers is Seamus’s voice.

“Shh, shh, you're alright,” Seamus whispers. “Here, baby, sit down.”

He's shaking all over, and it feels like there's a knife through his eardrum. His breath is short, and he's fighting to keep from actually whimpering.

He feels himself being lowered into a chair, and he can't tell whether it's tears on his cheeks or sweat. The pain is enough to send his stomach into his throat, and he can't get enough air to make it go away. He hopes no one heard Seamus call him baby. He only calls him that when he’s too sick to think straight. Theo doesn't even like being kissed in public, so the intimacy of Seamus calling him “baby” is something he doesn't want anyone bearing witness too.

His fingers are shaking so hard he can barely take the small earpiece out, and though it sends another jolt of pain through his head, he feels immediate relief when it's out. The world is spinning violently though, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“We need a monitor. On stage monitor,” he hears Seamus say, and then there's a mess of people talking.

Then he feels hands on his knees, and he opens his eyes to see Seamus crouched in front of him, looking how he always looks when Theo’s like this. Worried, worry poorly hidden by a small smile. Seeing his face tears a sob from Theo’s throat, and he's almost immediately wracked with them, chest shuddering and heaving.

Seamus immediately pulls him into his arms, his chest so solid and steady compared to Theo’s tense, trembling body.

“Oh, baby…” Seamus says, and Theo presses himself fully into Seamus's arms. “You're gonna be alright.”

Theo can barely get words out between sobs. Seamus's hand is on the back of Theo’s head, holding him against his neck.

“I can't, I can't do this,” he chokes, and he feels Seamus sigh.

“You don't have to.”

“No, I-” he's gasping for breath between sobs. “I-”

“Breathe. Just breathe.”

He tries, but he feels like he can't force his lungs to draw in anything more than a gasp at a time. His head hurts so badly he's sure he's about to pass out. He's about to vomit.

He feels someone touch his back, grabbing his shoulder to pull him away.

“Get the fuck off me,” he chokes out.

“Hey, hey. It's alright,” Seamus whispers, but Theo would rather die than have the entire crew see him like this. “I'm sorry, I…can we just have some privacy, please?” Seamus asks, and there's more muffled talking. “I'm so sorry. He’s…I know.” The talking seems to fade, and Seamus rubs his back. “You're ok. Just relax.”

He sits there for what feels like a long time, trying to catch his breath. The pain in his head doesn't get any better, but he's at least able to calm himself down enough to not feel like he's about to pass out.

Eventually, Seamus gets him back up into the chair and slowly, the crew begins to appear again, though they're pointedly trying not to look directly at him.

The medic that he'd suspected was for him walks over with her duffel bag and smiles at him as she starts to unpack her things.

“Do you mind?” she asks, stopping short with her gloved hand hovering over his arm, and he feels a wave of shame.

“No, go ahead. I'm sorry, if I…I promise I'm not, like, an asshole celebrity or something,” he says, and she laughs. Her whole demeanor seems to lighten as wipes the back of his hand with an alcohol pad.

“No worries at all. I know you're probably in a lot of pain.”

“No, I…I'm sorry,” he says again, and winces as a needle enters the back of his hand. He turns his head so he doesn't have to see, and his gaze lands on Seamus, who's talking with Zeke and a few people dressed in black and wearing headsets and holding clipboards. Stage managers, producers, festival staff… He wonders idly if Seamus is negotiating a cancellation.

Part of him would be pissed - it should be his own choice if he performs or not - but another, much larger part would be immensely grateful. He shudders as he feels the cold liquid of the IV snaking up his arm.

“What's in that?” He asks.

“Just saline. You're pretty dehydrated.”

Seamus starts to walk over and Theo feels another wave of nausea crash over him.

“What's going on?” he asks, and Seamus fiddles with the laminated pass around his neck.

“So they agreed it's within contract if you need to back out, but if you…” Seamus adjusts the sunglasses pushed up in his hair and sighs, “If you really want to, what we can do is basically get you an on stage monitor so you don't have to wear the in-ears. And they can get you a stool so you don't have to stand the whole time.”

Theo nods before remembering that moving his head even a tiny bit makes the pain in his ears worsen.

“I...um…” He mumbles. The throbbing in his ears is almost unbearable. Even as the medic runs a thermometer over his forehead he feels the pain worsen. He's so exhausted, he's so sick. “I can't,” he finally says and Seamus nods, expression not changing at all. The backs of his fingertips brush Theo's temple.

“Sure?” he asks.

“Yes,” Theo says, voice soft. He feels a dizzying mix of relief, guilt, and anxiety pressing on his chest as soon as he says it. Even so, he knows he can't. If he tries to go out there…

Seamus sighs and squeezes his shoulder.

“Ok.”

[sissylittlefeather]

Celebration prompt request. #14 I know this hurts. With E (Vegas elvis) and smut

Heyyyyy anon! I know these requests kinda got lost in the new series I started, but I haven't forgotten you! I hope you enjoy this ��

Prompt: "I'm sorry; I know this hurts." with '69-'73 Vegas Elvis

For your 24th birthday, your friends decided to surprise you with tickets to see Elvis Presley in Vegas. They knew you were a huge fan. They also knew you'd never go by yourself, so they tagged along to make sure you'd take full advantage of the opportunity.

On the night of the show, you're decked out to the nines in your favorite mini dress and boots, makeup done just right. You're staring at yourself in the mirror, trying to make sure nothing is missing.

"Y/n, you look perfect, now let's GO!" Your friends practically drag you out of the hotel room. They know you'll be nervous, so they want to make sure you get there in time to get to your seats. What they didn't tell you is that they've bought tickets for the front row. When you get settled, you turn to them frantically.

"We're so close! What if he sees us?"

"That's the goal, sweetie!" They laugh and tap their drinks against yours.

After what feels like a lifetime, Elvis finally comes out on stage. Every ounce of nervousness leaves your body as he starts to sing. His voice has always been a comfort to you and hearing him sing in person is unlike anything you've ever experienced. You're completely hypnotized by his movements and the sound of his voice. So much so that you don't even notice when he comes out to the edge of the stage and looks directly at you.

That's when you realize your friends are gesturing wildly.

"Elvis, it's her birthday!" They point to you and beckon him to come over. You don't think much of it.

But then he does. He walks straight to you, pulling the red scarf from his neck. Your friends stand you up and push you to the stage. Your heart is pounding and you're not sure you'll be able to stay standing.

"Is it your birthday, honey?" Your hands are shaking and your voice seems to have disappeared, so you nod your head. He throws the scarf around your neck and pulls you in close to him.

"Happy birthday, darlin'." Just when you think you might pass out, he leans in and plants a kiss on your lips. Lightning shoots from your fingertips to your center and you swear someone has set off fireworks. He pulls back from the kiss and looks you in the eye. He seems to be shocked by something too and he does something you'd never expect. He leans in and kisses you again. When he finally pulls away, he turns back to you several times on his way back to the center of the stage.

Through the rest of the show, he can't seem to keep his eyes off of you. He does everything like normal, singing, walking around, and kissing fans, but you're the only one he kisses twice. Then, as the curtain comes down, he looks right at you again and winks, making your heart flip flop in your chest.

"Y/n did you see the way he looked at you?!"

"What a birthday present!" Your friends admire the scarf he gave you and gush over his interaction with you. As you're all chattering wildly about the show, a gentleman in a black suit taps you on the shoulder.

"Mr. Presley would like to see you."

"I'm sorry." You can't believe what you're hearing. "Did you say Elvis would like to see me?"

"Yes. Please come with me." You turn to your friends for help.

"I swear, y/n, if you don't go with him right now I will lose my mind. Go!"

"Yes! This is the best birthday ever! Go!" They usher you forward and you follow the man in the suit out of the showroom. He takes you to a private elevator where you ride in silence. You fiddle with the hem of your dress and try not to let your expectations be too high.

"It's your birthday?" The man asks.

"Mhmm."

"How old are you?"

"24." He smiles.

"He'll like that."

Just then the doors open and you follow the man to the living area of the penthouse.

"Have a seat. He'll be here shortly. Can I get you a drink?"

"Oh, um, bourbon on the rocks."

"Now there's a girl that knows what she wants." Elvis's smooth baritone penetrates the room as he enters from a side door. He still has on his white jumpsuit from the show with a towel around his neck. He takes your drink from the man and hands it to you as he approaches you. You knew he was tall, but standing in front of him like this makes you realize just how imposing of a figure he is. You take a big gulp from your drink and he gestures for you to sit down.

"Slow down, birthday girl. Don't need you passing out on me." He chuckles as you finish your drink.

"Sorry. I'm a little nervous."

"I have that effect on people sometimes."

"Thank you... for the scarf..."

"You're welcome, darlin'. Had to give you somethin' since it's your birthday. I'd like to give you somethin' else, if you want it."

"Yes, please." You'll take pretty much anything he's offering.

He puts his hand on the side of your face and leans in, pressing his lips to yours gently. You feel the sparks go off again and your heart rate picks up.

He pulls back and kisses you again. This time he pulls you in close to him and parts your lips with his, sliding his tongue into your mouth. The chemistry between you is undeniable and even he notices it. He pulls you around onto his lap straddling him and keeps kissing you deeply. When he reaches for the zipper on the back of your dress, though, you pull back.

"Wait. I'm... I've never..."

"Oh, honey, that's okay. Do you want to stop?" You think for a second.

"No." You dive back into the kiss and press yourself against him.

"I'll be gentle." He whispers in your ear as he kisses down your neck. He stands up with you still wrapped around him and carries you to his bedroom.

Laying you down on the big bed, he unzips your dress and slides it down your body and off.

"Darlin', you are somethin' else." He stares at you hungrily as you lay there in your bra and panties. Climbing on top of you, he puts his hands under your arms and scoots you back to the pillows, kissing down your body to your hips. Then he kisses back up and you arch your back so he can unclasp your bra. When your breasts are free, he sucks on each nipple gently and cups your breasts in his hands. He slides back down to your hips, where he carefully pulls your panties down your legs, dropping them on the floor. Then, he stands up and unzips his jumpsuit, letting it fall to the floor with your panties. Your eyes widen at the sight of his dick as it twitches. He touches himself for a second and then crawls back onto the bed. As he moves toward your center, he carefully opens your legs.

"If you ever want me to stop, baby, just tell me and I will."

You nod, but you can't imagine wanting him to stop. It's like this is exactly what you've been waiting for. He plants soft kisses on the insides of your thighs and runs his finger up your slit.

"Mmm, so wet already darlin'. I'm gonna take good care of ya." You whimper as he leans forward and presses his mouth to your clit. You've never experienced anything like this before and the sensation is almost overwhelming. When he slides one finger into you, you audibly gasp. He pulls back.

"Does that hurt?"

"No." You answer breathily.

"It feels good?"

"Yes." He smiles and goes back to licking over and around your clit, moving his finger in and out of you slowly. He adds a second finger and moans.

"God, baby, you're so tight." You can't respond though because you're too focused on the sensation building between your legs. All you can do is moan loudly. It's beginning to feel like you might explode and your chest is heaving as you try to keep breathing, moans and whimpers escaping your lips in turns.

"Come for me, darlin'. You're right on the edge. I can feel it. Just let go." As he says it, you finally do and waves of pleasure crash over your whole body. You grab the top of his hair and cry out.

"Oh fuck, Elvis, yes!"

"There she is." He smiles again and finishes running his tongue over you.

As he makes his way back up your body, he wipes his face with his hand. Then he kisses your chest and neck again, finally landing at your lips.

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, please."

He lines his cock up with your entrance and starts pushing slowly. You grimace a little.

"I'm sorry; I know it hurts."

"No, I'm okay." He keeps pushing slowly as you try to relax around him. You can feel yourself stretch to accommodate his size and it hurts a little, but it also feels incredibly good.

"Oh, shit." He groans as he fills you fully, your tightness driving him absolutely insane. "Are you okay? Can I?"

"Yes! Yes!" You moan again as he starts to pump in and out. You wrap your legs around him as he moves with more and more passion, slamming against you and peppering you with kisses. His hips meet yours over and over again as he watches your breasts bounce with his thrusts. He moves faster and faster, grunting as he pounds into you while you whimper.

Out of nowhere, he stops and rearranges your legs, so that your knees are pressed against his chest as he fucks you. The change in angle makes your fingertips tingle and your eyes roll back. He continues to slam into you, pinning you beneath him with his body. The pleasure is overwhelming again and you feel yourself rushing towards another orgasm.

"Oh, God, ELVIS!" You scream as you come again, the ecstasy crashing into you like a freight train, your legs shaking. A second later, he pulls out and pumps himself with his hand, coming hard on your stomach.

"Fuck, yes, baby." He shudders and rolls over on his back next to you, sweating and breathing heavily. "That was incredible." You don't respond, so he looks at you with genuine concern. "Are you okay?" You look at him and laugh.

"I've literally never been better." He smiles and cups your chin in his hand.

"Happy birthday, darlin'."

Ahem @ccab 😉 something tells me you'll like this one!

[dotster001]

May I ask for Octavinelle with a gn!reader who is very scared of the ocean like to the point where they cover their face and cry or cling to nearby things. Not swimming pool or streams but the actual ocean. May I ask for boys to help them overcome the fear. As like a comfort fic.

Comfort from the Depths

Summary:Gn!Reader

A/N: this fic came out longer than I initially expected...but I really enjoyed it in the end! I hope you like it too! Tag list still packed so good luck 😂

"We want you to come home with us for spring break!" Floyd shouted excitedly, causing Azul to sigh, and Jade to smirk.

"What happened to our plan, Floyd?"

"I got excited!"

The three looked expectantly at you, but all you were doing was gritting your teeth, and trying not to cry.

"That's…. that's so great, guys, but I don't think I can. I made other plans."

"No you didn't. Jade checked," Floyd said with a grin, not seeming to catch onto the hidden signs you were giving off.

"Oh, did you?" You glared at Jade. "Well, uh, I only recently made plans, I'm sorry."

"Then cancel them," Floyd said matter of factly, his scowl making you miss Jade and Azul sneakily sharing a look.

"Such a shame," Azul sighed, "of course we understand, I'll just have to tell my poor mother that our human friend will not be staying with us. And she was so very excited to meet you too…"

"I'm sure we can return the extra ticket to the concert, and the extra ticket to the museum, and the one for the sea princess symposium..."

"Yeah, and Mama Ashengrotto can return all the ingredients she bought to make your favorite meals, so that you'd feel more at home on your first night," Floyd said sadly.

The three of them released a synchronized sigh of disappointment.

"No, no, I know what you three are doing. You're trying to make me feel bad and change my mind."

Sigh.

"Seriously, I mean it!"

Sigh.

"Sevens! Fine! I'll cancel my plans!"

The three smiled knowingly. 

"Excellent, we leave at 7 am tomorrow," Azul said.

"Tomorrow?" You squeaked out.

"Unless there is some sort of issue?" Jade asked.

"Nope. No. No issue," you said, voice cracking.

….

"Grim, how hard would it be to flee the country?" You asked, laying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling.

"I dunno, why are you asking me?" 

"You're the one from here!"

"Why do you want to flee anyway? Aren't you supposed to join the scary fish trio on a trip over spring break?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm running from," you flipped onto your stomach, burying your face in your pillow.

"Why?"

"Mmmph."

"Wait, you're scared of the ocean? But you swim in the pool all the time?"

"Mmmph."

"The ocean isn't that different from a pool. I mean it's deeper, and has more fish poop, but-"

"Mmmph!"

"Fish poop should be the first thing you think about! What are you even talking about? Calling me crazy," he trailed off with a pout.

You flipped back over onto your back.

"Look, Grim, I know deep down it's "illogical" or whatever, I just don't know why I'm scared of the ocean. But whenever I'm near it, I cry, and scream, and claw scratch marks into whatever poor soul happens to be near me."

Grim thought for a moment.

"What if we ask Deuce to give us a ride to the beach on his blastcycle? Then we can try and fix you before you leave for your trip, in the morning."

"I don't know, Grim…"

"Henchhuman, I know what I'm  talking about. Besides,"he crawled up to your face, and rubbed his cheek against yours affectionately, "you're really close to those guys. I think you'll have fun if you are able to go."

"Thanks Grimmy, you're the sweetest."

"Yeah...but also Idia says if he gets to babysit me, I can play as many video games as I want!"

Sigh.

"Okay, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Let's go!"

….

One call to Deuce, and a trip on the blastcycle later, you were at the beach. You assured Deuce you'd call him to pick you up when you were done, then changed into a swimsuit, and stood at the edge of the beach with Grim.

"Nope," you said, trying to remain cool, but already feeling the tears come to your eyes, and your body shut down.

"You're so close, Y/N! You just have to take one more step and you're-"

"Nope."

You turned to run, and bumped straight into something solid.

"If these are the plans you have to cancel to hang with us, then I must say, I'm offended you hesitated to agree to our plans."

"Jade," you stuttered.

"Shrimpy, the ocean isn't that scary, look!" Floyd laughed loudly, picking you up around the middle and running towards the sea.

"No no no!" You screamed and shut your eyes, loud enough to deter most people.

Floyd would never be most people.

"Floyd!" Azul yelled in a panic.

"You know Floyd is into immersion therapy, why would you invite him," Jade laughed, not seeming upset at all.

Meanwhile, you were clinging to Floyd, sobbing. 

"Open your eyes, Shrimpy," he whispered.

You shook your head.

"I've got you, I promise. Open your eyes."

Maybe it was how kindly he said it, but you found yourself slowly opening your eyes.

You noticed he had only gotten far enough into the sea the have his feet covered.

"I'm gonna take another step, Kay?" He whispered in your ear. 

You shook your head again.

He tightened his grip, and said," I will not drop you. Plus Jade and Azul are going to change and swim ahead so they can be there if something goes wrong."

"Azul would never," you said through your tears.

"Do you truly think so little of me?" Azul said with a sigh as he stared at the potion he and Jade were about to take. "Besides, if you have to face your fears, it's only fair I face mine."

Then he walked into the water, drank his potion, and dropped himself backwards into the ocean.

"Well, that's a tough act to follow,"Jade smirked, drinking his own potion and diving into the sea.

You and Floyd watched the ocean for a moment, and waited. Bubbles slowly rose to the surface, and out emerged Azul and Jade.

"Azul…" you trailed off.

"I know. Hideous," he groaned.

"No, no! You're beautiful."

Azul silently slipped back below the water, causing both the twins to laugh.

"Aw! I believe you embarrassed him."

"Come out, I wanna see you blushing!"

A single tentacle flicked water at Jade.

"Alright Shrimpy, can I take another step?" Floyd asked.

You nodded, clinging tighter to him.

He continued taking slow steps into the water, making sure to ask if you were ready before each one. You had slowly been inching your way up his torso, but now there was nowhere left to go, and the next step would mean you actually had to touch the water yourself.

"Can I-"

"No!" You shouted, squeezing Floyd tight enough to give him a run for his money.

"You've been doing a great job, we can take a break for a moment," Azul said.

"But we're so close!" Floyd whined.

"Floyd," Jade said, clearly a warning of something you weren't fully aware of.

Floyd pouted, but stood still as stone, while you dug your nails into his  scalp. You heard someone swim closer, and felt them rub your back soothingly.

You took a deep breath, and exhaled an "Okay, I'm ready."

The water was cold on your feet, but Floyd was warm. Warm and safe. Even though he definitely wanted to be fully in the water.

Which the other two seemed aware of.

"Okay, we're going to trade off," Azul said, reaching for you. 

"I'm not ready for another step!" You shouted in poor Floyd's ear, gripping him even tighter.

"We won't take another one. I'm just going to shift you over to me."

You nodded and shifted into Azul's arms. He was already wet, making you wonder if it would be easier moving forward with him.

Now free of your viselike grip, Floyd shouted, "Wahoo!" And dove headfirst into the water.

You and Azul giggled as he reemerged in mer form, and shook his head like a wet dog.

"Okay, Let's go," you said, softly smiling now that the tension had eased some.

Azul swam forward, and you continued your progress. Slowly. Slowly. But progress anyway.

"I think you're ready for your last test," Azul whispered, rubbing your back.

"Are you ready to go under?"

You stiffened, and he added, "Only for a second! Jade and Floyd will be right here too. You will be safe."

You felt the twins join your impromptu huddle, now appearing more like an intimate group hug. Stealing your nerves, you took a deep breath, and held it, as the four of you went under the water.

You looked around you and noticed the three of them glowing. They had told you about their bioluminescence, but up to this point you'd never experienced it. You reached out to touch Azul's cheek, and suddenly you were back above the water, hearing the twins loudly guffawing.

"Well," Azul coughed, refusing to make eye contact. "um, so yeah. We think you're ready to come with us. How do you feel about it, though?"

The three stared at you expectantly.

….

"Don't forget to write!" Grim said as he hugged you in front of the mirror.

"I'll only be gone a week!"

"And bring me back souvenirs. Lots of them."

"Okay, Grim. Be good for Idia."

"Yeah, Yeah…"

Jade put a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you ready?"

You looked at your three friends, nodded, downed your underwater potion, and took a step towards a new adventure.

[michirukaioureincarnate]

Dutch Lesbians???

are so FLIRTATIOUS

Thinking about the lesbians in Amsterdam. At that one old ass bar with the pool table. How I needed to go because it would be the only chance I'd get to be in a nearly 100% safe space as a lesbian myself before heading back to Middle East/South Asia.

How lively and chirpy it was even though I sat and drank alone in the basement by the pool table, watching the tattoeed stems and mascs play under my scrutinizing gaze. I've played pool before, a lot actually. I could play better than them, and they'd let my 4 ft 11 femme as hell ass play. They did let me play, a group of 3 mascs/stems that needed a 4th player for their 2 vs 2 cuz theirs has just left. 4 is my fave number btw.

"You've been observing us pretty intently," one of them says. "Here, take my turn."

"Oh no, I can barely see straight." (that was a lie, I just felt shy)

Her friend grins at me encouragingly. "You'll be fine. Go for it."

I score a solid.

"I'm so tipsy," I giggle unconciously. "How did I even manage that?"

The one who invited me to play leans in shyly, nearly whispering with a keen smirk. "Well, it was a beautiful shot."

I don't realize she was flirting. She asks if I want to continue playing, so I go for it. I got tipsier, let them help while fully aware of hands on my waist, my spine, moving me gently by the hips, breaths on the back of my neck, their chests on my back, whispers in my ear to "strategize", and gentle grasps on my elbow to guide my shot. Someone holds my hair back for a complicated angle. For every win, one pats my cheek, another kisses my ear, and I'm not sure which team I'm on anymore. I think I was almost kissed, but maybe I imagined it. Accidental brushed noses were just that and nothing more, breath on lips that were almost teasing.

What the hell, I think, and what the hell is right because how was that happening? Did I dream it up? Was I on a movie set? I jokingly wrote about wanting a lesbian harem in my manifestation book a month before my trip.

Did the universe take me literally?

They sit me down because I'm dancing to music in my head, nothing that they can hear as they feed me chips and make me sip on water. I'm not gone, though. I know what I'm doing and where I am.

"I've simply surrendered to the vibes," I explain. "I don't need drinks to be like this, I'm just comfortable."

"You're in your senses?"

"Abso-fckn-lutely."

And they ask what I'm doing later that nice. Alas, I must pack for my morning train to Germany. They insist I stay with them the night and go bar hopping; that they'll pay for a new ticket and all my drinks, but I can't just take someone up on their offer like that.

"Well, let us know when you're going to leave," one says. "One of us will drop you off home."

"A tram from here goes directly to my hostel," I reply.

"Even better. If we're still here, we'll get you there safe."

And before I know it, someone else is already talking to me. Someone older, perhaps by a decade, and I'm 25, it's fine. We go on and on about anything and everything over the gin and tonic she bought me. Endlessly. Clealry I have better chemistry with this new stranger who won't even tell me where they were from, but I can deduce they're not Dutch.

Same question. "What are you doing tonight?"

Pack for morning train to Germany. I should leave. Right now. It's so late.

"Shame. I wanted to kiss you, if you'd let me."

I pause. I haven't been kissed in over a year. Oh, I do miss it...

"I don't mind," I whisper behind a shy smile.

Their hand is on my face, and we're suddenly making out passionately in the corner of this small lesbian bar that I'll probably never be in again. They pull away, and I'll forever remember the way they look at me with sparkling eyes.

"If you bring your things to my place, I'll drop you off at the train station tomorrow."

That was the smartest thing anyone had said to me all night, and I take them up on it, making out drunkenly in the taxi until I'm in their bed. Hands in hair, whispers of sweet nothings in my ears, and with me under them thinking, this is the prettiest I've felt in my entire life.

They don't fuck me. It isn't sex. Well, it takes an hour of insisting on my ability to consent before it happens. They make love to me, and it's the most accurate way I can describe it. Tenderness, compliments, rough nicks to soothe over with wet licks as they keep watch over every reaction, every sound that comes from me. It's overwhelming. I haven't been touched in over a year.

"I'm so happy you came with me instead," they grin, and I cock my head dubiously. That's when I'm told that I was being flirted with when playing pool, and I missed out on a foursome.

Oh well.

We barely sleep, kissing and loving until morning comes and they keep their promise. Takes my number and steals a kiss before I walk past the barricade.

This can't be real, I wonder on the train to Germany. It couldn't have been, but it was. Just a brown girl that couldn't care less about being the prettiest, smartest, funniest lesbian in the room because all I wanted was to feel safe.

And they all sent me off cherished and adored and blushing and floating on cloud nine.

I do miss Amsterdam.

A/N: I shoulda gone and had the foursome fr kinda regret it but I was a dumbass that didn't realize they were hitting on me.

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Today's Playlist: Wine Pon You - Doja Cat ♬

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~ Miki | Myca ✧

[summer-nights19]

I'm not her part 3

Someone requested part 3 so I decided to pick this up again lmao

f! Haruka Tenoh and f! Ko Seiya x gn! reader (angst)

For the past few weeks, you'd just been moping around at Rei's place. You'd found yourself a job working at her shrine a few days after you arrived there, and, though you meant to find yourself some proper accommodation, the thought of living alone seemed almost impossible. You knew that, without Rei there to encourage you and give you strength, you'd fall apart all over again, and the pain of having lost her would grow sharper and sharper until it was impossible to ignore. When you weren't working, you spent the majority of your time in the guest bedroom you were staying in, lying on the bed and idly scrolling through social media while you tried not to cry. Nothing seemed enjoyable or worth doing anymore- you'd tried many times to picture what life had been like before Haruka, and what kinds of things you'd done, but all you saw was blank emptiness.

Late one Saturday morning, as you were staring at the ceiling while remembering your life with her, Rei burst into the room. She looked serious.

"I know that breakups are hard, Y/N, but you can't just decide to completely bring your life to a stop because of her. Don't give her that much power over you,"

You looked at Rei, trying as hard as you could to mask your annoyance. While you appreciated her greatly, she simply didn't get it.

"Rei, I'm not choosing to feel this way. And I've just lost my entire world. How do you want me to react ? Do you expect me to shrug my shoulders and move on ? God, I swear you just don't-"

"I never said that, Y/N. Moving on, however, is a choice. It starts with your actions and your attitude. That's why you're coming out with the rest of the girls and I today,"

You opened your mouth to protest

"I don't want to hear it. I'm not giving you a choice. Now get up and put your clothes on,"

Grumbling, you got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. You knew there was no arguing with Rei when she got like this. Maybe she was right, and seeing your friends would lift your spirits. You sighed as you threw on a hoodie and baggy tracksuit bottoms. You really didn't have the energy for this.

"Y/N, are you ready ?" Rei called from outside

"Yeah, I'm coming,"

***

As the afternoon passed, it became increasingly clear that maybe Rei had been right- despite your initial reluctance, it had been the best day in a while. There were even moments, when you roamed the shops and chatted with Mako, Mina and Usagi, that made you feel like nothing had changed. They were fleeting, but precious nonetheless.

"So Y/N... I bought tickets for all of us to see three lights tonight. I know that maybe with the whole Haruka thing you don't feel like coming tonight, but they're only in Japan for this week," Mina looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Remind me... which group is three lights again ?" You asked. You doubted you'd be interested.

With stars in her eyes, Mina took a journal out of her bag and shoved it in front of your face. You took it, rolling your eyes slightly. It was full of cut outs from magazine articles and photographs. You let your gaze rest on the woman in the middle. She had long, dark hair and was very toned. What really struck you were her eyes- there was something haunting about them, something that demanded your attention.

You could feel yourself getting a little hot.

"Ok, fine. Let's go see three lights," you said before you'd even thought about it," Mina and Mako cheered and hugged you

"I take it seeing how hot Seyia is changed your mind. I can't blame you, and she's probably even more attractive in the flesh !" Mako exclaimed, grinning at you.

"No, I just want to listen to some music," you said, feeling your face grow hot

"Uhuh yea sure thing," Mina said, giggling. "Anyway, we should catch the next bus to the stadium to make sure we get there on time,"

***

You got there and found your seats, all with around 30 minutes to spare.

"Why are we so absurdly early ? We could have caught the next bus," you said as you took your seat next to Ami. Waiting around like this was making you anxious in a way you couldn't explain.

"Well, we needed to make sure. Also, maybe three lights will notice us if we get here early... they might even ask us out on dates," Mina replied, her eyes going dreamy.

"Yeah whatever. I'll get you some concert snacks," you said, standing up and heading out before the others even had a chance to reply.

You wondered around the circumference of the stadium, confused. The sign said you could get snacks around here, but you couldn't seem to find a stall. You saw some guys in suits crowding around a door not too far away from you.

"That must be backstage," you thought to yourself "Which means that this one is the snack stall,". You opened the door a few paces away from the first door and went in.

The sent of musky perfume hit you as soon as you stepped in. You looked around and realised you'd made a terrible mistake. This was backstage, as evidenced by all the clothes and makeup and mirrors scattered around.

That, and the fact that Ko Seiya was standing with the back to you, tying the back of her top in front of a mirror. She turned around, the suspicion on her face quickly replaced by amusement when she met your gaze.

"Well well, what are you doing here all alone ?" She asked, the hint of a smile on her lips.

"This is really embarrassing, but I entered the wrong door. Really sorry, I'll get goi-"

"No. I didn't tell you to leave," you turned back around immediately. Seiya continued.

"Keep me company instead. You look like you could be fun to play with,". She ran her hand from your cheek down to your chest and rested it there. You swallowed. You knew this was forbidden, that you could never truly be with her, that you didn't even know her, that your heart still belonged to Haruka... yet, none of that seemed to matter as she slipped her hands under your shirt and took it off. You wrapped your arms around her, kissing her passionately as you unhooked the back of her top. Gradually, her lips started to move down your neck, leaving a trail of small bites and hickeys as her fingers toyed with your nipples. You let out a loud moan.

"That's right, babe. Don't hold back, let the entire world know that you're my little sex toy," your breath hitched as she started to take off your trousers, running her fingers along the waistline of your underwear and snapping it against your hips. A loud buzzer sounded, breaking you out of your trance. Seyia pulled away from you and smirked.

"I'm on now, but would you be good for me and wait here until the concert finishes ? I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart,"

You nodded, your eyes wide as Seiya left, giving your ass one last smack before walking away.

You knew it would all go to shit. You knew that it was just for one night, that tomorrow reality would come crushing down on you again.

And yet, you couldn't help but hope.

Masterlist

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Teenage Dream (Camilla Myles belongs to @angelcloves.)

Author's Note: Basing my interpretation of Teen Camilla's (as well as Adult! Camilla's) personality and appearance off of this chapter (recommend read) and art. Also, stole the "dimensional scissors" thing from Star Vs. To me, it works since both shows are about magic lol. Enjoy!

"Philip, please give those scissors back! I really need them!" Caleb practically pleaded to his little brother, folding his hands.

It was night-time and both Wittebane boys were in their bedroom as they quarreled over a certain witch.

One who Caleb was very familiar with.

His girlfriend from another world.

Clutching onto the dimensional scissors that Camilla gave to Caleb, Philip shakes his head, puffing his cheeks.

He knew what that wicked witch was planning. She wanted to steal Caleb from him and keep him all to herself.

He wasn't having that.

Pip responses with a hum of refusal.

"Please? We'll have egg custard for breakfast and cranberry pie for tea."

"No."

"I'll give you all the piggyback rides you want."

"No! I'm not letting you see that witch! Not ever!" The smaller sibling refused to be bought over by sweets or back rides.

"But Phillip, Camilla and I made plans! We're going to a consort, I can't just not show up!"

He meant concert.

"...Consort?" Pip questions, blinking. "What's that?"

"It's a place where you go to to watch people play music on a stage," Caleb explains. "Camilla and I have to be at one tonight, so can I please have the scissors so I won't be late?"

Pip had to think about it for a moment.

"Hmm... maybe, but you have to answer two questions first."

A sigh of relief came from Caleb.

Thank god his little brother was being somewhat cooperative.

"Of course, I'll answer anything," The elder replies, hoping Philip would make it quick with the questions.

Cornflower eyes go to gaze directly at Caleb's hair as they begin to squint at it in suspicion.

"Your ponytail looks different. Very different. Why's that? Did that witch tell you to wear it like that? Did she say it'd look better that way?"

Withdrawing his wooden sword, he then points it at the "strange" upper garment that Caleb currently had on.

It was a black t-shirt with the words, "Four-Dimensional" spelled on top in a punk font with images of four band members posing below.

Camilla bought it for him.

"And who on earth are they? And why are they all dressed like that?"

Philip didn't trust them or their fashion.

The first question earned a sudden squeak from the blonde as his cheeks grew red.

"Huh?! N-No! That's ridic- don't be ridiculous! I, uh, merely wanted to try a new style is all," Caleb nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his head with one hand.

He technically wasn't lying.

When Camilla first saw him with the new ponytail she commented that his hair looked really cute that way.

Cut to current day and the compliment has been living rent-free inside the blonde's head ever since.

Clearing his throat, he continues, going to answer the second question. Showing off his shirt, he says, "This is Four-Dimensional, or "4D" for short. They're called a band. They sing and play music together. Camilla seems to really fancy their work - enough to get us tickets to see them."

Their music was new and strange, loud even, but definitely not dull. In fact, Caleb found it a lot of fun! It certainly wasn't something you'd hear in church.

"So, scissors?" Caleb asked, holding out his hand for Philip to place them in.

Despite their deal, the younger brother declines, crossing his arms in defiance. "No!" He huffs, turning his head away.

Mentally, Caleb's jaw drops.

"But Philip, you said--!?"

"I changed my mind."

Caleb can't help but groan at that response, tugging his lower lids in frustration. As much as he loved his baby brother, the brunette was being a real thorn in his side. He just wanted to see a "consort" with a cute witch girl his age.

Was that so wrong?

Turning a second time, Philip gave his brother a bad-tempered look. "I'm hiding these," he declares, referring to the scissors he seized. "So close your eyes, and no peeking."

In spite of sounding adorable, he meant business. Caleb wouldn't be seeing any witches tonight. Not on his watch.

Annoyance wrote itself all over Caleb's face.

Now, he didn't like using the b word to describe his little brother, but he was being just that... a brat.

The words "You're being a brat!" didn't spill from his lips, but they sure were hovering inside his mind.

"You can't be serious," The elder wearly says with a sigh. He didn't have time for this. Pip sends his brother a serious squint. "Eyes closed," He'd repeat. Sighing a second time, Caleb plays along, closing his eyes.

The blonde tries to take a small peek, but his eyes shortly shut the second they see Pip GLARING literal flames at him.🔥

After a while, he's told to open them back up.

Doing so, he saw his brother scissor-less, a smile now on his face. "There! They're gone!" Problem solved, Pip thought. Content, he climbs into bed. "Goodnight, Caleb!"

"But, Philip, you can't do this! The consort, I'll miss it!" Caleb cried out in despair, trying his darndest to reason with the disobliging eight year old.

Not moved by his brother's tone of voice, Philip closed his eyes. "Well, the consort certainly won't miss you. It's...not a person," His reminder was innocent as he yawned, slowly drifting to sleep.

Seeing this, Caleb heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank heavens he was asleep. Now to find those scissors and get to Camilla.

As Caleb began checking the room, a small gasp erupts. The scissors! He saw them! They were sticking out from under Pip's pillow like a sore thumb. The elder shook his head, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. Of course his brother would hide them in such an obvious place.

Tip-toeing to Philip's bed, Caleb slips a hand under his pillow and slowly takes the magical scissors. With the pair now back in his possession, the elder quietly makes his way to the door.

Turning the knob, he sees something on the other side that causes him to let out a small squeak, his blood now curdling.

Kitty, Philip's "pet" carcass, laid there "MENACINGLY" in front of him on the floor.

Almost as if he were waiting for Caleb to come out... That's how the blonde felt at least.

Gulping, Caleb takes a GIANT careful step over Kitty as he makes a break for the entry door ... but not before coming back seconds later to give Kitty a quick kick, which flips him on his back before dashing out again.

Revenge for the tea incident.

Caleb could sometimes still feel the burns...

Outside of his home, the elder looks to-and-fro, conscientiously checking his surroundings. Looks like the coast was clear. No soul in sight. Except for his of course.

Scissors start to snip a straight line into the air, opening a lilac-colored portal.

Just as the blonde begins to take a step in...

"Baa!"

He stops midway through the second he hears the abrupt bleat, turning around to see a goat staring a him with its horizontal eyes.

Oh!

Seems Caleb wasn't the only soul.

Lifting a finger to his lips, he utters a "shush" to the barn animal, followed by a playful wink as he enters the portal.

It soon closes behind him.

The goat stares into space for a bit before baaing a second time. It starts eating the grass on the ground.

"There you are!" A short, older woman with glasses and grey hair exclaims excitedly. The goat turns to see its owner approaching it, joy and relief radiating on her face.

Despite her size, she's able to swifty pick up the adult goat and calmly walk away with it.

"Let's get you to bed," she sweetly coos to her pet who bleats.

Meanwhile, in another dimension, the stars shine brightly in the purpley night sky.

Below, a lilac portal opens in an empty parking lot with a large wooden building in the background.

Stepping out of the portal is Caleb who starts to smile at the familiar environment as he takes it all in.

He remembers this place. Quite fondly in fact. Camilla took him here. The two had a midday meal together in that wooden building. They were served pancakes and chicken. The combination was foreign to him, but Caleb still really enjoyed it! Their time together was splendid, and he even made the first move by kissing her at the end.

It felt like a dream come true to the teen.

Speaking of Camilla, where was she? They both planned on meeting here before the concert. Was she simply running a little late, or was he too late? Caleb couldn't tell as worry overtook his face. He hoped she showed up soon.

"Caleb!" A vibrant voice called out to him.

Luckily, she did.

The hopper came rushing eagerly towards him, happily waving at the human who returns the friendly gesture.

Seeing her eased his nerves.

The witch wore her long black hair in pigtails along with a black bandana as a headband. Around her neck was a black choker as her main outfit consisted of a Four-Dimensional tee (same as Caleb's), long, black fingerless gloves, a black tutu, ripped black stockings, and long, black goth boots.

When she got to him, she sweeps the blonde into a MONSTROUS bear hug. As she joyfully squeezes him, she fails to notice Caleb's head bulge more and more, as of air being forced into one end of a balloon. He was clearly in a lot of discomfort.

"Hey!" she greets him with a sweet smile. "So glad you could make it!"

"H-Hello there, my lady," Caleb greets back, his tone polite, but strangled. "Uh, Camilla, y-you're hug, it's ah, a little too tight..." He chokes out an awkward chuckle.

Camilla catches sight of Caleb's humongous head and IMMEDIATELY releases her grip.

Caleb's head deflates as the air rushes out of his mouth.

"Oops! Sorry," she quickly apologized, averting her gaze as she blushed. "I was just... SO excited to see you." The witch admits, a droplet of sweat forming at her temple. She began to fiddle with the hem of her skirt.

Caleb took note of Camilla's nervousness and offered her a reassuring smile. "It's quite alright. I'm excited to see you too!" She could hug him till his head popped off and he would still be endeared by her. Not that he would want or wish for such a thing.

He needs his head after all.

Relief washed over Camilla when she saw Caleb show no signs of being mad at her for the overly tight embrace.

She'll remember not to hug so hard next time.

"So, are you ready?" Camilla asked Caleb with a grin, holding out her hand for the human to take.

The blonde nods, brown eyes sparkling. "Yes!" Came his reply. He takes the offered hand into his. "This consort is going to be extraordinary!"

Consort? Oh, he meant concert! Camilla couldn't help but giggle at the Puritan's mispronunciation. "It's pronounced 'concert', Caleb, not 'consort'," she corrects him with another cute giggle.

Round ears redden in realization. He's been saying the word wrong this whole time! How EMBARRASSING. Blush appears on both of his cheeks.

As Caleb starts to stammer an apology, Camilla gives him a friendly shoulder pat. "It's all good, blondie locks. Now let's go, go, go!" She opens a wide portal in the ground.

Interlocking her fingers with Caleb, she hops on in.

It soon shuts.

...

"Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh! That was AMAZING! AAA!" Camilla squeals in sheer fangirl joy. Nothing rocked her socks off more than 4D and their music. The performance they had tonight really brought the house down. She LOVED that they played her favorite song at the end. Her and Caleb were seen walking out of the concert arena hand-in-hand. Both had messy hair from the constant headbanging they did.

"Not as amazing as you..." Caleb whispers under his breath, the teen clearly stuck in a lovestruck state that Camilla doesn't seem to see.

That slow song that the band played at the end. It was about a boy being destine to meet a girl who made his heart spark whenever she was around. The relatability made him feel all emotional and he couldn't help but stare lovingly at Camilla the whole time as over exaggerated ghibli style tears rolled down her cheeks, sparkly star eyes watching the stage.

She also lip sang along to some of the song.

The moment was quite spectacular for the both of them.

"What was that, Caleb?" Camilla smiled fondly at the blonde.

He squeaks, face lighting up. Good gracious did she hear him?! "Oh, nothing!" He let's out an awkward laugh, looking away. "Just... the weather! Yeah, that's right. Tonight's weather is amazing." He directs a finger up at the air. "See? Not a single cloud in the sky." He chuckles a second time, taking a breath as his blush slightly faded. Now, Camilla Myles was no dummy. She heard EXACTLY what Caleb said, but the hopper decides to dismiss it with a cheery little giggle for his sake.

"You're right! The weather is pretty amazing tonight!" she wholeheartdely agrees.

Suddenly a single drop from the sky lands on Caleb's shoulder, it seemingly letting out a giggle.

A second droplet then falls and lands on Camilla's head as another giggle is heard.

They both stop at the same time.

Next thing you know, giggling rain begins to pour down from the sky. With the snap of her finger, Camilla summons a pink orb around her and Caleb to shield them from the wet.

"Giggling rain's the norm here. It's cute... for about five minutes. Then it gets kinda annoying," she chuckles.

Caleb's never been caught in a giggling storm before. He wondered why rain would laugh. What was so humorous? Strange as this dimension was, he also found it fascinating.

Purple skies, giggling rain, what's next?

"Come on," Camilla took lead as they continued with their walk. "I'll take you somewhere dry."

When the two arrive at the front door of Camilla's current mentor, the orb evaporates.

Pulling out a ghost calico cat shaped key, she looks to Caleb.

"Hope you're okay with cats."

"Cats?"

"You'll see."

Opening the door, Caleb and Camilla step inside to see a cluster of ghost cats scurrying around the place, some sleeping on the sofa while others ate out of their bowls.

A couple were seen playing or exploring.

A hand goes to gesture at the furry atmosphere. "Welcome to the catmetery! That's what my mentor calls her house. You know, because of all the cats. She's... a bit of a feline fanatic." Camilla explains with a light laugh. "A bit" was an understatement.

"These adorable little angels are living their best afterlife thanks to her."

So many cats, Caleb thought as his eyes couldn't focus on just one. Seeing Camilla, some of the cats sprint in her direction, pouncing onto the hopper. The surprise attack of affection is so strong that it knocks the witch down on the ground.

Non-stop giggles erupt as she's covered in deceased cuties.

"I'm happy to see you all too!" She chimes, using a fingertip to gently rub the chin of one of the cats. It barks to communicate its excitement as Camilla continues. They then all start barking.

'Barking cats? Odd...' As Caleb thought this, his eyes shift to Camilla on the ground. The way her face lit up at the playful creatures made his smile soften as he watched the authentic interaction.

'So cute...'

All of a sudden, something soft brushes up against his leg. Looking down, Caleb discovers a cat. When the two lock eyes, the cat greets him with a bark. The bizzare behavior earns a chuckle from him as he moved his hand to pet the kitty around the ears.

Later, Camilla and Caleb enter the kitchen. There, the hopper spots a note on the table. Taking it, she takes a look at the text.

'Camilla,

Went to the centaur dimension for a meeting. Might make a stop at the cyclops dimension afterwards for something sweet or meaty. Won't be back till morn. Please feed the cats for me. Thank you! :) Left a few of your favorite snacks in the cupboard. ;)

Ms. Mullin'

Mmm, snacks! Her favorites too! Camilla smiled keenly at that last part. She'll have to remember to thank her mentor in the morning for thinking about her.

"Looks like I've got some gargoyles to feed."

Placing the paper down, Camilla makes her way to the fridge. When she pulls the door open, she reaches in and takes out a copious amount of cat food. Closing the door with her foot, she carries the cans to the table and sets them down.

Grabbing a can from the pile, Camilla takes hold of the ring, tugging on the tab, but the can doesn't budge. As she adds force, even trying to use her teeth to lift the backside of the tab, the ring comes off.

The stubborn can still remained closed though as she set it down.

Holding the cap in her hand, Camilla groans in annoyance. Great, now she'll have to--

"Here!" Caleb happily holds the now opened can in front of her. The good deed catches Camilla off guard as she stood there, stunned and amazed. She slowly takes the proffer.

"C-Caleb! How did you...? So fast...?"

The Purtian pulls out his lucky carving knife and shows it off proudly. "Ta-da! I used this! Never go anywhere without it."

Camilla chuckles at his answer, blushing a bit from his kindness. "Thank you."

He gives her a golden smile. "Of course! Always happy to help!"

...

In a pixelated classroom, a female witch, who resembles an anime character, has long, hot pink hair and is wearing a huge hair bow and a school girl uniform. She and a cutified Cthulhu who's light pink and is wearing a princess crown and dress are nose-to-nose. When the words "ファイト!" flashes on screen, their battle begins.

The school girl starts the fight off with a few basic punches along with a couple of karate kicks at the ancient monster before quickly ending the brawl with her final attack; she holds heart hearts near her chest as a pink heart-shaped beam flies out and strikes Cthulhu as the god-like being falls flat on their back. X's then appear in their eyes to signify that they've been defeated.

The words "パーフェクトビクトリー!" then flash on screen. Victorious, the school girl twirls in place before posing cutely with a peace sign.

The entire clash is revealed to be a video game being played by Camilla on her bedroom TV. Positive emotions evoke through her at her win. The next battle takes place in a sushi bar where she's up against an octopus sushi chef. As she continues to play, Caleb is seen sitting beside her on her bed, watching the screen. His brown eyes were intrigued, but also bewildered, by the gameplay. Evident on the bed were empty snack bags. Hashbrown could also be seen in the room, snoozing away in his bird cage.

"You're highly talented at this," Caleb compliments Camilla in amazement as he watches her character effortlessly take down the octopus opponent.

"Thanks!" Camilla replies at the sweet remark.

"How did you get so good?"

"Practice, and lots of it!" She told him with a giggle, releasing a world of pain onto her challenger by unloading a front punch whirl wind kick combo attack, knocking them out.

As he continued to watch, a sad thought suddenly crosses Caleb's mind as the blonde breathed out a sorrowful sigh, smile fading. His gaze goes down to his lap.

"H-Hey, uh, Camilla, can I...talk to you about something?"

Hearing his dejected tone, Camilla puts her game on pause and looks to the blonde, concern crossing her face at how unhappy he looked.

"Of course, Caleb. What's wrong?" Her full attention was on him. She hoped whatever was causing Caleb to feel this way wasn't because of her and something she said.

"Well..." he murmured, bringing his brown hues up to Camilla's pink ones. He gulps, biting his lip a bit. Should he really say this?

"It's just that... I... you... me... we..."

He breath in before blurting his desires out, taking both of Camilla's hands and intertwining them with his.

The straight forwardness of the action causes slight blush to pop up on her cheeks.

"Oh, Camilla Myles, you're always taking me to these nice places and showing me all these neat little things, I wish I could do the same for you, but with Gravesfield. Sure, it might not be the best town around, and there are no consorts-- I mean, concerts, or videoed games like here, but there are some splendid shops I'd love for you to see. Like the wood shop! That's my favorite. The only issue is..."

Caleb stared at the issue, or rather, issues. They stuck out the side of Camilla's head and were pointed. His eyes glowed in realization at them.

"Your ears..." He quietly states, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes. "As cute as they are, they'd give you away. Perhaps, maybe, we could... hide them ... somehow. I could find you a gown and coif. You could pose as a human and blend in for a bit. I'd say you're a visitor from another town."

Self-conscious about what he had just said, Caleb looked down at his lap again.

"I-If that's something you'd wish to try out. If not, that's fine."

Camilla smiled a bittersweet smile at the blonde. She squeezed his fingers and sighed. He looked back up at her. Her voice was soft and airy as she spoke.

"Oh, Caleb Wittebane, you mean well, I know you do, but I'll pass. I just... it wouldn't feel right hiding who I am just to please some prigs. If they can't accept the real me, then screw' em. 'Sides, I like my ears. If I hid them, I wouldn't be able to do this." She gave them a playful wiggle, which causes Caleb to chuckle. A shy smile spreads on his lips.

"You're right. Forgive me for suggesting something so foolish."

"No, no, no, don't be sorry. It's not your fault the people in your town suck. I don't need to visit there, so don't stress yourself out about not being able to take me. Though, there is something I do need..." Her bittersweet smile turns sweet again.

"There is?" Curious, Caleb goes on to ask, "What's that, my lady?"

With a giggle, Camilla uses her magic to make a game case with race cars on the front appear in her left hand and a second controller in her right. "A player two," She simply states with a wink.

"Me?" Caleb asks, genuinely surprised. "But I've never played videoed games before. I don't know how."

"Well, now's the perfect time to learn, blondie locks! Also, it's video games, Caleb. No '-ed'," Camilla chuckles, correcting him yet again. "We'll start on tutorial mode and race in a real round later. Would you like that?"

Caleb, nods, his smile getting soft. "Very much so."

...

The lights in Camilla's room were off as the crystal ball night light that sat on her tabletop emitted a soft glow. She and Caleb laid face-to-face in her bed as they both giggled. Once the giggles came to a slow, eventual stop, the two started gazing into each other's eyes. Both felt their hearts race while staring into the orbs of the other. Caleb is the first to speak.

"Camilla?" He asked softly.

"Yes?" She replies, her tone just as soft.

He scoots towards her. "Remember when I told you before in that restaurant that I was due to marry? How I haven't been able to find a bride quite yet?"

Camilla moves closer to him. "Yeah, I do. Why?"

"Well..." He chuckles softly. "I think I have. A future bride."

"A future bride?"

"Yes," He takes one of her hands and gives her a captivating look. "Camilla Myles, in due season, would you be my bride?"

A bride? Caleb's bride? Her? Such a question causes Camilla to flush.

"I..."

She sighs. The hopper had to be honest.

"... can't exactly say yes ..."

"Oh..." A dejected look crosses Caleb's face, heart-broken by the no.

"... but I can't say no either ..."

A look of hope immediately flashes on the blonde's face.

"I've said this before, but marriage is a big commitment, and it's not something my kind often do, but... I'd be willing to give it a try with you. Maybe. Someday. If I felt ready. But, until then, let's continue the relationship we already have?" She leans in close. "Okay?"

Caleb hums in agreement as he also leans it. "Okay..." Cupping her cheek, he closes the space between them with a passionate kiss. Kissing back, Camilla closes her eyes. He's certainly gotten better since their last kiss, she thought. When they pull away, the two spend the rest of the night smiling and giggling until they both fall asleep.

...

The morning sunshine greets the skies as it glows a golden hue.

Camilla was seen cuddled to Caleb as the two continued to sleep.

When Caleb woke from his slumber, he steadily sat up, yawning.

Looking to his right, he saw Camilla peacefully sleeping by his side and smiled.

A chaste kiss was pressed against her forehead by him. She looked so incredibly cute.

As Caleb saw the light of dawn seep into the room, he realized something that made his eyes grow slightly wide.

If it were morning in this realm, that meant in the human realm ... Pip. Oh no. He had to get back home to his brother before he woke up.

Slowly slipping out of Camilla's grasp, Caleb quietly hops out of her bed and pulls out his dimensional scissors.

He cuts open a golden portal. Taking a step in, the blonde looks back at the witch. He might not be able to take her around town, but he could leave her a small thank you gift to show his appreciation. A sunny smile suddenly curls up on Caleb's lips. He could carve one up for her! Along with his carving knife, he did always carry a small piece of pocket-sized wood with him.

Time to get to carving!

...

The morning sun shined down on the town of Gravesfield as a golden portal opens in front of the Wittebane household.

Stepping out of it is Caleb who heads to the front door.

'Please be sleeping, please be sleeping, please be sleeping,' He pleads in his head.

Opening the door, Caleb is startled to see Philip just standing there in front of the doorway, a cross look on his face.

Seems he was awaiting his older brother's arrival.

The younger's arms were crossed as he tapped his foot like an angry parent who caught their child returning after a night of sneaking out of the house.

"P-Pip! What are you-- I... Listen, I can explain. I--"

"Don't." Philip coldy cuts him off. "Kitty told me everything." THAT TATTLETALE, Caleb thought, annoyed. Wait, what was he saying!? Kitty wasn't alive ... was he?

"Well, don't just stand there like a stranger. Come in." Philip tells him as he walks away from the door.

Sighing, Caleb follows him inside, closing the door behind him.

"Pip, please listen. I--"

"AAAAAA!!!"

Caleb hears Pip release a battle cry and turns to see the smaller boy charging towards him with his wooden sword. He manages to shove him on the ground and starts hitting the elder repeatedly with it.

The blonde raises his hands up in defense from the brunette's attacks.

"Ow! Philip, what are you-- ow! Doing!?"

"Punishing you with death!"

Death? Caleb groans in annoyance at that answer.

"Philip, ow! Why is it that everytime you get upset with me you're first reaction is to, ow! 'Kill' me?"

"SILENCE! You're being killed. No talking!"

Caleb sighs a second time.

"Philip, you can't kill me."

"Yes I can! I'm doing it right now!"

"No, you can't."

"I can't?" He questions, raising a brow as he puts his hitting to a halt.

Caleb shakes his head no.

Philip frowns at the gesture, jutting his bottom lip out. He stomps his foot in fussy anger. "Why not!"

Caleb starts to stand up.

"Because, not only is it not nice, but if you kill me I won't be able to give you the gift I got for you at the concert."

Pip's mood suddenly shifts at the sound of that, his interest piquing. "Gift? You got me... a gift? At the consort?"

Caleb chuckles. "It's pronounced 'concert', Pip, and yes! Well, Camilla bought it, but I told her it looked like something you'd like."

Reaching behind his back, he produces a chibi Grim Reaper figure. Pip is in AWE by his present, blue eyes sparkling at the cute skeleton. Dropping his sword, he takes the figurine toy, admiring it.

"It's a little bone man! He has a sword just like me! :D"

Caleb chortles. "Actually, Pip, it's called a scythe." He corrects.

"... He has a sword just like me! :D"

A second chortle erupts from the elder as he gently pats his baby brother's head.

What a good little boy.

...

Meanwhile, Camilla, now awake, was sitting up in her bed, gazing down lovingly at a baby raven carving that sat in her single palm. She found it laying beside the pillow that Caleb slept on. She could, without a doubt, tell that the present was from him to her. Who else would put so much love and care into a wooden piece? The more she looked at it, the more Camilla wanted to cry tears of joy. She's never been given such a gift before. She'll treasure it forever.

...

The morning sun was bright in the sky. Inside the Owl House, Camilla wakes up with a yawn. Sitting up, she stretches her arms. Climbing out of bed, she checks under her pillow. A pair of dimensional scissors and a baby raven carving were present. She casts a sad smile down at the items as she picks them up. Camilla gave both objects a melancholic gaze. As much as it pained her to think of her past, she could never truly let go of it. Never truly let go of him.

All should could do is dream and reminisce on a love that never got to be.

Camilla sighs, placing the things back under her pillow before heading downstairs.

Sitting slumped at the kitchen table, Camilla looked up when a cup of tea was placed in front of her. Her tired smile shines when she sees a blonde teen and his red birdie.

"Good morning," Hunter greeted with a gentle smile, Flapjack perched on his shoulder.

The cardinal happily greets Camilla a 'good morning' in bird.

"Morning to you both," Camilla greets back.

"I made you tea. Flapjack figured it be a good idea to make chamomile because of your name. Get it? Camilla, chamomile." He jested, letting out a chuckle. "Isn't that right, Flapjack?" The cardinal confirms with a nod and a chirp.

Camilla let out a light laugh at the joke. "Heh, chamomile. That is pretty funny..." Her gloomy gaze goes to the tea. She sighs.

"You don't look so happy," Hunter frets, taking a seat next to Camilla. "Is everything okay? Was it... another dream?"

Camilla nods.

"What kind of dream? Good? Bad?"

"A teenage one..." She reveals in bittersweetness. She kept her smile as she looked to Hunter. "But don't worry, I'll be fine."

"You sure?" Hunter asked, still concerned. "I'd be happy to help if I can."

"Promise." Camilla vowed affectionately, taking the cup and lifting it to her lips.

Blowing the hot liquid, she takes a small sip and hums at the mellow, honey-like sweetness of the drink.

Her tea was delightfully delicious.

[lorz-ix]

I swear I felt like the universe didn't want me watching the Barbie movie.

We didn't go see it on opening weekend because we weren't that hyped to see it, but we were all free the following Wednesday (that's the day we get cheap tickets over here, I know other countries have discount days but they might not be the same). So we decide on a screening and a theater, we leave the house, we go buy our tickets and...

They're sold out. Everywhere. Every screening. Which to be fair makes a lot of sense, it was the first day you could see the movie on a discount, but I didn't expect it to be so brutal. So we go back home and decide to meet up the following Wednesday, and this time we'd buy the tickets further in advance, just to be sure.

One week goes by, we have our tickets finally, we're at the theater. Suspicious power outages have been happening in that area, and we only found out once we were there. We wait in line, we show our tickets to the guy, and this time-

They were the wrong tickets. Somehow my friend got the date mixed up when he bought them, or there was a mistake with the website. He's really mad at himself for this blunder, but it's not that big of a deal since the staff were very understanding and gave us promo codes for free tickets for a different day. We decide to come back the following day.

So, you'd think after fucking up twice there was no way something else could happen. And that's where you'd be wrong, since the following day, we get to the theater again, we get in line again, and after waiting for a bit too long, the ticket guy asks us what screening we're waiting for. He tells us that, for some reason I didn't fully understand, our screening was fucking cancelled due to the power outages that happened the previous day. A bunch of people waiting in line alongside us were quite mad, since they already bought their popcorn and drinks and no one warned them either. Lucky for us, they once again give us a coupon for a different screening, and this time we choose one later that afternoon, we'd just have to wait around one hour.

One hour passes. We exchange our coupon, everything is going great, we're seated, the movie is starting. There were some "bad omens" as I'd call them, a couple morons taking out phones with the brightness turned all the way up during the opening minutes, behind us someone apparently chose to bring an actual baby into the movie, I'm sure that kid had a grand time not understanding a single word, it certainly wasn't fun when we heard baby noises at random times during this whole experience.

We're trying our best to enjoy our time after all these setbacks. Around 45 minutes of runtime go by. A power outage. Somewhere up there God must be mocking us. You cannot make this up. People start to leave the theater, flashlight in hand, shining them in our faces. The power comes back on, the projector isn't even working properly, we're hearing audio but not seeing any video on screen. Once the video came back, they hadn't even turned the lights off, so we had to watch a few minutes of the movie with the room lights on. And no, after all that, they didn't rewind the movie to the point it was before the outage, because that would require hiring workers to be in charge of the projectors, and automatization reigns supreme. As a finishing note, during the final few minutes of the film, someone turns on a flashlight, because apparently the average moviegoer can't leave the room without blinding half a dozen people in the process. The movie wasn't even over idk what their deal was.

So yeah at the end of all that at least my mate was able to ask for a refund. Truly a memorable movie-going experience. I'm not sure who it was that didn't want us to see this film, but they almost succeeded, if you include the blackout they got approximately 5% of the way there.

It was aight I guess I can recommend it.

[i-rove-rock-n-roll]

Drake meets a cowboy (my first pbj event!)

“You'd think that such a large city like New York would make it easy to stalk prey.”

“What?” asked the man at the bar, confused.

“You also wouldn't believe how many times I've gotten maced.” The vampire shook his head. “One lady even had a pair of brass knuckles.” The vampire continued. “She punched me in the face. How am I supposed to strike fear in people’s hearts with a missing fang?”

The man at the bar inched away slowly. The vampire huffed and turned back to his drink, sulking.

“I’ll have a beer. And get him another of whatever he’s drinking.” A man in a cowboy hat shambled up beside the vampire.

“A bit early for comic con, isn’t it? Who’re you supposed to be? John Wayne?”

“Very funny.” The cowboy took his beer bottle, toasting silently with his new companion. “And you’re, what? Twilight sparkle?”

“That’s a horse.” The vampire said mildly.

“Technically, she’s an allicorn.” The cowboy replied, without a hint of embarrassment. “My daughter is a fan.” He took a drink.

“I’m a vampire. And no I don’t sparkle.”

“And I’m a cowboy. We clear that up yet?”

“That can’t be your profession.”

“Why not?” The cowboy asked, curious.

“Well we’re in the city for starters. No cows here.” The vampire said.

“”Ah.” Said the cowboy. “Well cowboys don’t always herd cows you know? Cattle herding is actually my side job.”

“And your main job is?”

The cowboy smiled. He finished his beer. “Monster hunting.”

“Ah.” Said the vampire. “That would be a problem wouldn’t it.”

The cowboy ordered another beer. “As I recollect it was a cowboy that killed your vampire daddy..”

“Never say that again. “

“Hit a sore spot did I?”

“No, I just never want to hear the words vampire daddy In the same sentence again. “ the vampire said. “And Dracula was more than my sire.” He flashed a cold, fanged smile at the cowboy. “He was my birth father as well.”

“How does that work?” Asked the cowboy.

“When a mommy vampire and a daddy vampire love each other very much—“

“I’ve heard enough.” He paused. “I thought you said you never wanted to hear that phrase again.”

“Only I’m allowed to use it.” The vampire sighed. He drained the last of his drink. “So what now? Do we do this right here? Right now? Destroying the bar and racking up witnesses?”

“Please don’t.” Said the man behind the bar. “I have a family.”

The vampire gave the cowboy a look as if to say ‘see?’ The cowboy sighed.

“I’m not going to kill you. Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Now that’s a lie.”

“Ok so i lied.” The cowboy admitted. “Haven’t you ever changed your mind before?”

“What did it? My good looks? My stunning personality?”

“The fact that you’re drinking a strawberry daiquiri with a curly straw and a little umbrella. You obviously aren’t the monster that’s been hunting in this town.”

The vampire was impressed. “You got all that from a strawberry daquiri?”

“Actually I got it from the airplane ticket you dropped on your way in here.” The cowboy said. “You just got in an hour ago.”

“I was on vacation. Sue me.” The cowboy raised an eyebrow. “Okay don’t actually sue me.” The vampire said. “I like Hawaii. They have coconuts.”

“You can buy coconuts at the grocery store.”

“The ones in Hawaii taste better.”

The cowboy sighed again. “Are you in, or not?”

“You really are lacking in manners, you know.” The vampire tsked. “You haven’t introducers yourself, you threaten to kill me, and now you want me to join you on, what? Some poorly explained suicide mission?”

The cowboy’s cheeks reddened and he ducked his head, hiding his eyes. “I bought you a drink, didn’t I?”

The vampire clicked his tongue. “Ulterior motives. I’m interested.” The cowboy hesitated. “Go on.”

The cowboy pulled a pencil out of his pocket, and scribbled on the bar napkin. “Meet me at this address.” He said. “Tomorrow. There’s too many ears here.”

The vampire looked at the napkin, then looked up and around. The bar was nearly empty, save for an old man in the corner and a young couple a few chairs down. He tucked the napkin away. With a grim, if dramatic nod, the cowboy turned and left the bar. The vampire ordered a daquiri for the road and left a tip. Maybe he should’ve stayed in Miami.

[uh-velkommen]

The Conclusion. Life in Sweden:

I don't have some long drawn out post, I'm just over it. I'm exhausted from trying to make friends. Every interaction feels pointless because you know you'll never see or hear from that person ever again. There's no meaningful connections being made. I've hardly attended any events because they all cost money and it's really annoying going to them alone and having absolutely no one talk to you. Like GUYS, I am a really outgoing person. I can talk to anyone about anything and the fact that I've been doing that for 8 months and still have absolutely zero confidants, I'm not even looking for best friends I just want one person where I could say, "hey lets grab a coffee together after class" and I can't even get THAT. And it's not a Swedish thing because I've adjusted to that. I get the reclusive society, I enjoy it for the most part. It's the fact that these people -the type of people who are able to be international students/travelers, and can do it comfortable- they are not MY people. My people are stoners and media nerds. I'M TIRED. I've been spending every day since getting here, every day that I'm not in class, alone in my room SO BORED. Like this type of boredom feels the same as when I was in the Psych ward. I wake up, I stare at a wall in silence for hours, I go to sleep. I'm genuinely losing my shit over here. I can NOT wait to leave. I bought the plane ticket and I dropped out of my classes.

I'm not sure if it's because this is a small town or a college town but there is absolutely nothing to do, no way to enjoy yourself ALONE, without spending money. I can't even just go for a walk because I've seen these sights a million times before already. I'm like a rat in a cage, I NEED daily enrichment in the form of new sights and experiences. I've noticed that when I lived in the city I was okay being alone a lot because when I wanted to I could visit a new corner, a museum, a club. I could socialize when I needed to. But here there is NOTHING, so I need people. But even when I go to pub events, everyone is there with their friends GOD I HATE PRE-ESTABLISHED FRIEND GROUPS.

I find it funny that people on Tik Tok have been talking about this "friend drought" that Gen Z has been dealing with. I don't get how every one is talking about how much they want friends but at the same time they are doing nothing to keep friendships going. I have no problem staying in contact with people I meet, suggesting hangouts and such. But I'm ALWAYS met with silence. It must be some self sabotage epidemic because I KNOW how to make friends, I've been playing the same game all my life. That's what makes this now so much more frustrating. I transferred schools A LOT growing up. I learned how to get people to like me, it's so easy at times but in the end it was always me wiggling into pre-established friend groups. I never had a person that was just mine. You'd think at times when we're all thrusted into new situations and we're all friendless that it'd be this big pool of potential connections. The first week of college you meet so many people but then nothing more comes of it. There is no reason I should be 8 months in and STILL asking people, "what do you study, how long have you been in Sweden, etc." We all know we hate those questions.

And finally, the worst worst WORST part is that when you talk to teachers or counselors about feeling miserable, the FIRST thing they ask you is, How are you with friends? and suddenly I feel like it's MY fault that I'm alone. Like I haven't been trying???? I've tried EVERYTHING. Really, think of a possible solution, I guarantee you that I've tried it. I swear I'm not just some unlikeable annoying prick, it's NOT my fault. And besides, all my problems won't magically be fixed if I just "find a friend." Let's talk about the lack of programs and clubs that offer a space for friends to hang out or THINGS TO DO (that are free!!!!). I'm never gonna meet anyone if I stay in my room but I can't be bothered to leave my room when I know nothing will come of it. I just can't do it anymore, I officially hate it here.