#just imagined one of them got caught up in the moment and straight up confessed their feelings

[flamestar126]

Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra

[brights-place]

Dating Clay

- Not me giggling and kicking my feet IM SO NORMAL ABOUT CLAY GUYS DEF!

- CLAY IS LIKE THE SHOULDER TO LEAN ON IN THE RELATIONSHIP WHILE YOUR THE CHAOTIC BALL OF ENERGY HE LOVES JAGSOWBD

- Clay may use to be the funny one but he’s definitely smart (HE’S AN LICENSED CPA PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME FOOL!)

- Clay when first seeing you when he first arrived to putt putt village he was in awe.

- you were like Viva but… 100X More energetic which was terrifying to him at first

- Wondered how an troll like you had so much energy.

- Multiple things caught his attention about you… too many things…

- You where electric and hyper yet soothe and calming when needed to be he witnessed that when you comforted an troll who was having an panic attack

- He was in awe at how quick you switched up

- What he also noticed about you was that your pupils would grow about something you like or are daydreaming and shrink back when your brain is like being deep fried with information

- He giggled at how your doe eyes grow

- you were the one that made his romper outfit as an welcome gift and he cherished it.

- He enjoys the fact that you know all the choreography to the brozone songs and mainly his parts but wouldn’t speak up about it cause he was still in his ‘I don’t wanna talk about my past’ era

- Clay is VERY Petty (We all saw how he was with John Dory) now imagine that if you did something bad…

- You’d literally bother him so he can go back to talking to you and not be an petty tall shi-

- AHEM! Anywyasssss Clay would notice the smallest details about you and how your emotions shift abit before going back to normal in situations.

- overtime he got used to it and even got used to you kicking open the admin room with your foot just to annoy him and rant to him about the dumbest things or just about something you enjoy.

- He had written an schedule about when you enter take up his time then leave and would always keep that space and time open just for you and would stay in the same spot for an moment waiting for you to enter and as soon as you enter he starts the timer.

- He fell first and you fell harder

- He realised his emotions about you and went to Viva about it

- Viva couldn’t stop squealing loudly

- Her TWO best-friends liking each-other was everything to her

- She literally plotted and sketchbooked ideas on how Clay would confess

- Clay would seek out his brothers help since viva’s plans where… So corny

- His brothers helped him out to try ask you out and gave tips and comforted him when he freaked out abit

- “WHAT IF THEY DON’T LOVE ME BACK?! IM SO SCARED WHAT IF IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! WHAT IF THEY DONT LOVE ME JUST THE WAY I AM?!”

- He freaked out and started clutching his chest that Floyd had to soothe him which worked pretty well.

- Literally forgot everything he was taught once he saw you again

- He loves your hair, your eyes, personality and how you currently where cheering and dancing to some music

- tried to confess to you and failed miserably

- YOU WERE OBLIVIOUS

- He tried about Two times to confess to you but failed

- Literally ended up saying “Dude I like this person but every time I try to confess to them they don’t even know what’s going on” “Yikes dude just straight up tell them!” “okay”

- He literally confessed as you nodded saying that’s how it was suppose to go.

- Man had to grab you by the shoulders and speak slowly “I Like You”

- Flustered mess THE BOTH OF YOU

- You went on an few dates before starting to go out on your third date when you kissed him by accident cause he got you some flowers

- Your first date would of been at an cafe

- fifth date he invited you to the brozone concert

- He still didn’t tell you he was in brozone

- literally grinned the whole time at you while you where the loudest in the crowd

- Literally screamed out “THATS MY BOYFRIEND!” To Clay and doing his choreography in the front row which made Him blush and his brothers snicker at Clay.

- WHEN CLAY SAW YOU ONCE WITH LAZY EYES AND HELD AN RESTING BITCH FACE THE FIRST TIME IN THE MORNING HE WAS LIKE ‘OH DAMN?!’

- You two would mostly hangout together at his office sometimes or at your place

- most of the time at your place

- Shy about Pda in public but in private he peppers your face with kisses and teased you

- He likes to drop his serious side sometimes around you

- you make him feel safe and you do too.

- He loves when you soothe and remind him that it’s okay to be funny and goofy in some moments

- He cries when you say that

- Cuddle this man 24/7

- he made you join his sad book club

- You two cuddled eachother bawling your eyes out together

- Small kisses on the cheek and knuckles when walking past each other while working sometimes

- you and him having dance battles at 3 am out of boredom

- gave you the job of stamping some papers… never again

- His face was covered in stamp marks aswell

- His hair is so fluffy and would melt in your hands if you play with his hair or brush it

- You remind him to take breaks and if he doesn’t you drag him out

- He’d literally blush when you got matching wrist hands like him yours an F/C as his are green.

- if you cup his face and squish it he would do it back to you

- loves having his arm on your waist or ontop of your head to remind you He’s taller

- if your too hyper sometimes he’d pick you up by the armpits and keep you up in air jail for abit or hug you by the waist and keep you on the spot till you relax.

- He’d explain to you about his job if you ask and would be shocked by the fact that you understood it quickly

- He loves how you bounce off walls like an Bouncy ball and then run into his arms as he just says your name in the softest tone ever

- Snuggle into his neck while cuddling he will be crying on how cute it is.

- You had bit his hand once out of pure interest…

- He literally gave you the biggest stink eye you had to run before he catches you.

- He would praise you whenever he can if he’s free

- When you talk about your interests he just nods and smiles lovingly at uou

- He got BANK

- He’d try to spoil you sometimes but fails when you say no and say that his time is enough

- Would buy you things you like or something he thinks you would enjoy

- Bought you an plushie of an character you REALLY liked

- Was mad at the plushie since you hugged it to bed instead of hugging him

- He threw the plushie to the wall and then made sure you clinged to him instead which made you laugh.

- Literally staring at his baby and teen photos with an Wtf look

- “Babe why do you have yellow hair then but your hair now is like green?” “well that’s because-“ Literally furrowed eyebrows “that’s because… holy shit wait”

- You’d have to beg him to move in with you after 2 years of dating since the admin room was depressing.

- ITS SO LONG BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WVOSBSYWGR

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I'm having a GREAT time

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

Aug 2024 Week 5

Ongoing Series - Thai

Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs Gaga ) eps 7-8 of 12 - I do love these 2 a lot. It’s such a slow burn sweet comforting quiet little romance. It’s not complicated, it’s not stretching my thoughts or imagination, but it is easy and absorbing. I'm entertained by it without being taxed. And sometimes that’s nice. It's what Thailand does best.

Addicted Heroin (Thai Tues WeTV) ep 3 of 10 - Oh I’m still enjoying it. It’s only episode three and they’re basically boyfriend’s palling around shopping together and hanging out on a bicycle. What’s not to love? Also he got to meet the in-laws. Well… eventual in-laws. Also the girlfriend character. I totally forgot about her. Good times.

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 12fin - Baby faints. Bad guys caught and beat up a bit. Lots of romantic moments, come checking in with ALL the sides, and it ends.

Summary?

Classic CEO meets ingenue archetypes make for a somewhat banal and simplistic romance. This could’ve come from an 80s Harlequin, except that they’re gay. It's... old fashioned. There was nothing meta about this, there was no subversion or commentary on anything BL, queer, or beyond. It’s just a straight up (okay not straight) romance. I was not wild about these characters for this particular pair, but that’s not the pair's fault, they did a decent job with their parts and I look forward to their next show - here’s hoping it’s a bit more meaty. I preferred the side couple because they were more complex and true to BL archetypes, even if they were also a bit miss-handled. A serviceable show if somewhat lacking in its convictions, but with some beautiful sex scenes, people, and fashion. I was a particular fan of Lin‘s gender bending femme style. It’s groundbreaking to see that aesthetic on one of the leads. There were multiple times they could’ve leaned into well established plot points, paranormal elements, and character tension, and instead just glossed over them.

This should probably get a 7/10, but I’m giving it an 8 because of that one oppa line at the beginning, Tenon's tatas, and the call back to Big Dragon with that iconic musical refrain in the final episode. It was a pretty fun ride, emphasis on pretty and ride. 

Battle of the Writers (Sun YT) ep 5 of 12 - Lots of kissing this episode. And lots of different kinds of kissing from the same two actors in various different forms and characters. I really liked it. It’s nice to see that this pair can mix it up a little bit, even if it's just with their lips.

I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - OK the leg care massage was so boyfriend I can’t even. Who are they trying to fool? I love the way Ing always knows exactly what is going on. Thank goodness for that confession! I’m very much looking forward to the next episode.

(The socratic method, is it?)

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 9 of 12 - Still couldn’t care less about the hets. Yawn. Ah Jane’s ex shows up. (Is that Green? Hi baby!) Meanwhile, Jane gets worried and jealous. I loved Pah in this ep, and almost wish this were a show just about him. Like a grown-up Green Fictions. (Where tf did Poon COME from allasudden? He’s a killer actor. GMMTV better use him wisely.) Also, in that scene with Pat and P’Jo, they’re eating some of my favorite food. I got a little bit of linguistic negotiation with Khun Par Phi. Cuteness. And we end with some actual communication. Yay!!! It’s kind of hilarious to see OffGun in a tentative hug. I don’t think they’ve been that way for a years.

In fact, this whole episode was pretty much about communicating properly between ages and ranks within an office and social structure. I loved that. I’m liking this one more this week. It’s still not my favorite currently airing, but I think that mostly has to do with how much other good stuff is on right now.

SPEAKING OF...

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The On1y One (Taiwan Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 12 - Uh huh, a game of one-up-man-ship is it? I think not. That boy wants to jump his cute stepbrother’s bones so bad that big brain of his is starting to melt. I'm here for it. Also, said sunshine cutie is clearly a big old cock tease. Everybody is happy about this. They sure know how to end these episodes on cliffhangers too. I don’t know how I’m gonna wait until next week.

I’m legit mad about how fucking good this is. After Unknown too?! Taiwan is spoiling us this year and THEY SHOULD HAVE BEEN DOING IT ALL ALONG.

Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun grey) ep 3-4 of 10 - Oh my goodness do I love this show. It makes me laugh, I adore the premise, I'm wild over the characters, and the acting is killer. I’m just really happy about this show, OK? I tend to sing and clap: Oh they so cute.

Baby got his first crush and he has no idea what to do about it. I ADORE how angry he is about it. Like... How dare I even consider falling in love with somebody? How annoying of me. It’s great. I even liked the girl in the confession and how cool and sweet they both were to each other over his rejection. Bang up job. This is fantastic BL of the newer modern style. (As contrasted to On1y)

These top two shows are neck and neck for best of the week, for entirely different reasons. But I love all my sons.

Speaking of...

Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Tues Gaga) eps 7-8 fin - Oh it’s so adorable with the drama and the little subordinate coming to their rescue, and them meeting each other’s family. "I want to become someone who is essential in your life" = peak romance.

Summation?

I loved this little show. It was a classic office BL about the older workaholic who loves his job and the younger upstart who unexpectedly loves his boss. It’s a hyung romance where everybody is extremely earnest and sweet and pretty about everything. Except our seme, who is slightly unhinged and a little obsessed in all the ways one likes best from Japan. Plus the kisses were good! I can’t ask for anything more, utterly charming unexpected gem of a show. What a great time! 9/10

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 11 of 12 - The lack of communication between these 2 may actually drive me insane. But I still love them. Such a sad ep. 

Seoul Blues (Korea Fri? YouTube) ep 3 of 8 - Argh but also oooooo. I bet the uncut version was fantastic this week.

First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) eps 5-6 of 12 - I'm starting to like this better. I’m still not convinced, but I did enjoy watching it this week. I’m getting some chemistry off the leads. Admittedly. that’s because they both behave like 16-year-olds. Surprise MosBank cameo - looking handsome as ever, boys. (Honestly, Taiwan really wants that King of the Cameos crown.) And FINALLY our side couple. I’m looking forward to next week primarily because of them. And I don’t even have them yet!

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - OK the lap cuddle was v cute. As was the handholding. But hiking with a metal griddle? Insanity. Might be the craziest thing in a BL this year. And The Sign aired this year. Meanwhile, not a dead fish kiss! Yay! 

It's airing but...

4 Minutes (Sat Gaga) eps 1-6 of 8 - Gaga picked this one up so we can watch it there. I'm waiting until the end, it seems angsty and confusing and full of awful people being awful. But also... high heat and I'm shallow. So we shall see which devil wins (and how it ends).

In case you missed it

Meet You at the Blossom (China) - I'm eating crow, binging the fucker, and live blogging. It's just taking me some time. This isn't really a bingable show, not for me anyway. It's A LOT to take all at once.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

Coming SEPTEMBER 2024:

9/? The Time of Fever (Korea iQIYI) 6 eps - HoTae & DongHee are back! Side couple from Unintentional Love Story, same actors, same character names I an WILD for this.

9/1 Live in Love (Thai Sun Gaga) 5 eps - Short series featuring and online romance turning IRL.

9/3 Happy of the End (Japan Tues Gaga) - Based on a manga, longer than usual run time. A boy is disowned for being gay, dumped by his boyfriend, and ends up in a dysfunctional co-dependant relationship with his would-be kidnapper. We were due for another messy JBL. Here it is!

9/6 Kidnap (Thai Friday GMMTV YouTube) 12 eps - Ohm Pawat is back for Frigays it's gonna be a blast.

9/7 The Hidden Moon (Thai Sat ????) 10 eps - This is a supernatural romance (my ghost boyfriend trope) ‘เดือนพราง’ by Violet Rain (I Feel You Linger)... A Bangkok writer is hired to write an article about an old mansion in Chiang Mai which is being converted into a café. He gets into an accident and nearly dies on his way there. After that, he sees the ghosts of people who died at the mansion, one boy catches his attention. Was substantially recast.

9/9 Jack & Joker (Thai Mon IQIYI) 12 eps? - Be gay YinWar, do crimes. Dehup gives us Yin, War, Mark and a few other familiar faces in a Leverage sitch, only queerer.

9/14 Love Sick 2024 (Thai Sat ????) ?? eps - Remake of the original. I'm scared too.

9/15 Bad Guy My Boss (Thai Sun Gaga) 10 eps - Assistant to a player boss who is in love with that boss decides to quit to save himself. The boss then makes a move. (A gay What's up with Secretary Kim?)

9/17 Love is Like a Poison AKA Doku Koi: Doku mo Sugireba Koi to Naru (Japan Tues Netflix?) 10 eps - Lawyer and a con artist meet at a bar, pair up, fall in love.

9/28 Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YouTube) ?? eps - oh I don't know just Ba Vinh doing his thing with pretty boys again.

Adventures in miss-captions

(been a while since we had one of these)

SNICKER "nail you" and a "nail you down" = completely different things. But this being Japan they might have met either or both. (Cosmetic)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Why yes, you do have the prettiest lips in the biz. No need to tease us like that. (Battle)

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

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Sigh, Tumblr in its infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

[aswefindourwayback]

I love you, I’m sorry

Authors note: this is my most vulnerable piece of writing that I’ve ever shared since it’s taken inspiration from some terrible moments in my life. So it’s not my best piece of writing. Feedback is always appreciated.

Word count: 2071

Content warning: mentions of poor mental health, angst

you’ve never been able to keep people in your life, no matter how hard you tried. you would always change parts of you to fit other people’s wants and needs but it was still never enough. it got so bad that you were having thoughts about ending it all, thinking it’d be easier for everyone around you. they wouldn’t have to deal with your bullshit anymore and they could finally breathe again. but you instead threw yourself into your work.

you were already good at your job, but you quickly became the best. your work became your life. you stopped seeing and talking to your friends because you got so caught up in your work.

after years of working your ass off, you found yourself as a profiler for the FBI. you were now a member of the BAU. it took some getting used to and learning how to socialize but you got the hang of it. you guys were cracking case after case. you got along with all your coworkers and you guys often had fun together. you really loved all the laughs and good times you had with them, even outside of office hours. like that one time Emily, jj, and Penelope invited you out to go shopping and get dinner. it was something you were terrified of doing, getting closer to people and getting out amid socializing again, but you did it and found that it wasn’t as bad as you’d made it out to be in your head.

but there was one who you really got along with. spence. when you guys first met, you were both a bit shy and timid. but with time, you two grew incredibly close, always going to each other for anything and everything. and over time you fell for him, without meaning to. you knew it would complicate not only work but your friendship with him. your friendship with him means the world to him and you don’t know what you’d do if you lost him, so you kept your feelings to yourself. until one day, you didn’t.

it had been a normal day when rossi had called you into his office to talk about some case details. after going over the details and correcting him a few times, he asked you something:

“so, when are you gonna tell him?”

“what? tell who what?” you asked, completely lost in the conversation.

“reid. when are you gonna tell him how you feel?”

“spencer? what do i feel for him?” you said trying to play stupid. but it was rossi, he could see straight through you.

“Dont play dumb, kid.”

You slouched your shoulders in defeat, “no, i’m not gonna tell him.”

“Why not?”

“there’s a millions reasons to stay quiet”

“but there’s a million reasons to tell him too. don’t be afraid y/n.”

“easy for you to say. you’re not the one confessing your feelings”

“but i’ve done it a million times, kid. trust me. what if something good comes from this?”

“what if i ruin the one good thing in my life?”

“you won’t”

“how do you know that?”

“i just do.”

“what if it’s not the right time? like we’ve got that new case coming up and spence has been through some awful shit recently.”

“there’s never a “right time”. you just gotta do it.”

“i never intended to fall for him.”

“feelings are something we can’t control.”

“fuck. i’m gonna do it.” you say walking out of rossi’s office. the last thing you hear is rossi calling out to you “good luck, kid! not that you need the luck.”

-=+=-

you waited until the work day was over cause you didn’t want to make it very awkward in case you were rejected, which would very likely happen according to your calculations (you tend to distort your brain and imagine that the worst will happen for any situation). the odds of you being rejected were quite high so, you were just taking safety precautions. and if he still ended up rejecting you, you had it all planned. you would transfer to another branch. it’s not the best plan but you never claimed to be the brightest.

most of the team had already left for the day, so it was just you and spence standing waiting for the elevator, just talking about the paperwork you guys had worked on today. the elevator dinged, indicating it had arrived and the doors opened.

as you two stepped in, you took in a deep breathe and faced spencer.

“hey” you’d said.

“hey” he said, smiling shyly.

“so i’m gonna tell you something and i need you to let me finish before you say anything.”

“alright, i’m listening.”

“spence, i really like you, i mean really like you, so go ahead and reject me. i'm a big girl, i can take it. also you don’t have to say anything now.” you said at lightning speed, squeezing your eyes shut, afraid to look at him.

“y/n?” he asked as you felt his finger lightly lift your chin up.

“open your eyes, y/n”

you did as he said.

“i have something to tell you too.” he admitted, dropping his hand from your chin and shoving them into his pockets. your eyebrows were scrunched up a bit, hopeful of what his response would be, “i’ve never felt a connection with anyone before like this. I know that’s not surprising considering my awkwardness around people and my need to always correct people when they’re wrong and the fact that I shove myself into my job so much but i’ve dreamt of kissing you and feeling like i was on cloud 9. i started to notice when morgan kept calling me out for always watching you. and then i kept having dreams about you. not like any weird or sexual dreams or anything. just dreams where we hung out. just being near you. but i definitely want to see how this goes.”

“oh thank fuck” you said letting out an exasperated breathe.

that had made you both laugh. you felt like so much weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

“so” spence has started, exaggerating the length of the word.

“so”

“do you wanna like, hang out now? we could go get a drink or something. or if you want to wait and stuff then we can do that.” he’d said, almost stumbling over his words.

“id love to get a drink, spence.” you smiled at him.

and he smiled back.

at the bar, you two mostly forgot about your drinks and basket of fries as you were so caught up in each others company. you spent the night talking and laughing. you laugh so much, you were sure you were going to have abs in the morning. you’d never felt so happy. he made you forget about all your worries. he was unbelievably amazing that it was hard for you to believe that he existed and that he liked you back.

you two stayed until the bar almost closed for the night. he walked you home and you two kept talking on the walk. once you two had reached your door, you stood in front of him, not wanting the night to end.

“thanks for the drinks. i had a great time.” you said to him

“thanks for joining me. i had a great time too. um, do you think we could keep this on the down low for now? i don’t want everyone breathing down our necks at work and stuff. and i just wanna enjoy us for a bit.”

“yeah, of course. i’ll see you at work tomorrow. goodnight, spence.” you said as you walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek, making both your cheeks turn bright red.

“goodnight, y/n”

-=+=-

the past few months have been amazing. you and spence have been doing amazing as a team, not just at work. so many nights were spent together, either in complete silence or going on stupid late night adventures aka going down to the gas station across the street from your apartment to get snacks. you were so grateful for him and you were head over heels for him. you never thought you could feel this way for someone. you guys had of course had some ups and downs, mostly due to you and your mental health but you always got through it together, and for that you were forever grateful. he was different to anyone you’d ever met. he actually wanted to learn about the things you struggle with and wanted to learn what were ways he could help you. and after a really bad episode, you helped you breathe and told you he’d stay with you no matter what battles you two would have to face, cause he knew in the end, you two would end up the winners. it was insane to think someone so amazing would be able to love the mess you are, but he somehow does.

until he started to distance himself. it started after a specific incident when you had said something that came off wrong when he’d already had a bad day. after that, you could see it in the way he would interact with you. his speech and body language had changed towards you. his messages became a lot drier, even if you were verbally talking, he’d seem so disinterested, it was disheartening. you wanted to fix things but you didn’t know how. so you decided to arrange a nice little date night for the both of you, so you could show him how much you loved him and to talk things out. you even wrote down a little letter to tell him how grateful you are for him.

when you entered the office to tell him about the plan, he was on the phone so you waited behind him, waiting for the call to end. you didn’t mean to but you eavesdropped a bit, he seemed like his old happy self when he was on the phone, and you overheard a name, “maeve”.

you decided to walk away cause the call seemed to be taking a while. you walked towards morgan’s desk, where he was sitting and talking to pen.

“hey, what’s going on with you?” morgan had asked as soon as you walked up.

“nothing much, just waiting for spence to finish his call so i can talk to him about something.”

“oh yeah, he’s been on his phone a lot lately.” morgan had said.

“really? do you know why?”

“there’s this girl named maeve that he’s been talking about nonstop. he seems really infatuated with her, it’s nice to see him this way.” pen had said.

it was at that moment that all those bad feelings came back. your heart felt as if it was being grabbed out of your chest, just to be bitten into and shredded to pieces.

“i gotta go.” was all you said before you walked away from morgan’s desk.

you walked over to your desk and grabbed your stuff before walking to rossi’s office door and telling him you were leaving early.

“you alright, kid?”

“yeah, i just forgot something.” you said as you spread the fakest smile on your face.

you walked out the office and looked back at spence, hoping he’d walk after you to check on you. but he was so caught up in his phone call that he didn’t notice you leave.

you walked out to your car trying to keep the tears at bay. you ripped up the letter you’d written for him.

was it all a lie?

did he really mean those things he said to you?

was he playing you the whole time?

or did he just change his mind?

you messed up again.

you made mistake after mistake and he finally got tired of you.

he was the best but you were the worst.

you’re wrong again, about being lovable, cause you’re not.

it’s the way life goes.

it’ll never end.

you felt like pink cherry blossom petals that were left on the ground. loved and cherished when in the trees, awed at when falling, then left discarded and forgotten on the ground once you were no longer attached to the thing that gave you life. always being stomped over and discarded. never to be seen or loved again. the way it’s always been and the way it’ll always be.

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Runaway Shrimp

Notes: this is based on a very fun request I made with Malleus, Leona and Azul where Reader accidentally confessed their feelings to them and instead of facing them and waiting for a reply, they just… “bolts” (as the Anon said lol). So then @gilswifey asked if I could do a part 2 with Jade and I thought, huh why not? 

Jade Leech x g!n reader who runs really fast / headcanons / fluff & comedy / part 2 / use of “you” pronouns

“Our house will be a mushroom farm like this…,” you blurted out. It was a big mistake on your part, considering that the alchemy workshop was so empty that your voice projected better than ever, and above all, Jade had enviable hearing. Especially because he was right next to you. So much so that he took his eyes off the poisonous mushroom he had in hand just to face you;

There were no great excuses to be made, no means of deflecting the subject. The implication that you imagined living together with Jade in the future — and the awareness that the constant presence of mushrooms would be inevitable — was right there, heading for more things. More clear that this would have been to have asked for his hand at that moment;

But you chickened out. Well, you never intended to let him find out your feelings, let alone reveal them in this way. Jade still stared at you for another minute, his heterochromatic eyes going from wide in surprise to slowly relaxing into gentle amusement — mostly from your expression of horror — when…;

... you ran away. Few things really impressed Jade in seventeen years of life, being two years of earthly experience. He could be fascinated by various things, develop curiosity about human habits, and wanting to know different things without further ado. But that was the day he was most taken aback by things. And all this is your work;

You ran out of the workshop faster than a flock of sardines when they spotted a monster whale. Jade congratulated your speed — even though you were out of sight to hear it. Calmly, he got up, put away his newest mushroom in a terrarium and made a little call;

From the point where you were, you had two directions: the outskirts of the Ramshackle or some point near the library, near Main Street. That’s considering you were running in a straight line. A third option would be the Hall of Mirrors region. The Leech’s aquatic predator ability aside, you personally had the advantage of knowing how to run really fast. But Jade had an idea that would save him time;

You thought you were out of danger. Your legs had carried you to the other side of the school, somewhere in the woods near the library. Not a sign of Jade following you. You leaned against a tree to catch your breath, but the fatigue wasn't all that was making you feel bad. It was a mixture of guilt and a certain disappointment that you were really alone after all;

Not for long though. Someone took you in their arms by surprise, putting a frightening distance between you and the ground. When you turned around and saw turquoise hair, you even thought it was Jade... but Floyd’s laugh totally broke your expectations;

“I see you’ve managed to catch a runaway shrimp for me, Floyd. What a good brother you are,” Jade smiled when he met the two of you. Floyd carried you in his arms to the courtyard of the Botanical Garden and dropped you into the arms of his twin — the game was good while it lasted. Floyd had mentioned that Jade would spear him from eating the test shiitake dishes if he looked for you in one area of the school while his brother went in the other side;

A master plan, you had to admit. Although there was still the problem that you had nowhere else to run and hide — not with Jade carefully holding you in his own arms, purposefully not giving you that opportunity anymore;

“I personally don’t understand why you ran away like that. It’s not like your feelings aren’t reciprocated,” Jade said gently. It caught you off guard. The feeling was so clear on your face that the merman had a little chuckle. Jade had a docile smile, something very uncommon to see — especially for how sincere it was. But the truth was that he always had that one smile when you were around him.

| Special notes: not very necessary to the story but I imagine that Floyd was still there when they solved things up and he's like "oh for Ursula, get a room you two! gross! this? right in front of the school facility for everyone to see? disgusting, I'm telling mom" :P while they only smiled to each other bc he's that type of supportive brother lmao |

[querenciasturniolo]

Hi!!!!! I saw your requests are open again and I was hoping you could write something along the lines of that the reader has a crush on Chris and vice versa but Matt & Nick only know so they set each other up on a blind date but when they get to the cafe or restaurant they see each other and the reader initially think it’s a horrible joke but it’s not because Chris takes the opportunity to confess to the reader?

blind ⮕ c.s.

word count: 608

warnings: swearing, obliviousness, slight panic

summary: request

a/n: thank you all for your patience, i’m gonna try and get through a bunch of these tonight 🫶🏻

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

You were standing in the diner bathroom, adjusting your hair and running the tip of your finger under your eyes to fix your makeup, and trying desperately to not absolutely freak the fuck out.

Nick had convinced you to go on a blind date that he set up, which you were confused about. He didn’t give you any details, he never even told you a name. All he did was give you a date, time, location, and about ten threats to your life if you didn’t show up.

“Trust me, you’re going to want to be there.” He’d said, making your eyebrows furrow and suspicion broil in your head as the both of you went about your day. You’d only agreed because your crush on Chris was getting outrageous, and you needed to get your mind elsewhere.

You sighed and shook out your arms, trying to imagine your nerves rolling out of your fingertips with the motion. It took you a little longer, but you finally pulled yourself away from the mirror and left the bathroom. You decided to sit in the lobby and wait for your date, not entirely knowing what to expect as you sat down and pulled out your phone.

nick: good luck, you got this 💓

You rolled your eyes fondly and replied something sarcastic, about to open a different app to pass time when your name caught your attention. You looked up with a frown, pulling a face when you saw Chris looking down at you in confusion.

“Oh, hey. What are you doing here?” You asked, locking your phone and slipping it into your pocket. Chris shrugged as you stood, looking around him before he answered.

“Matt set me up, said to come here at 6:30 for a date.” He said, finally meeting your eyes. You frowned and scoffed.

“Nick set me up too, for 6:30. That’s so weird.” You said, Chris’ face dropping almost instantly. You blinked, about to open your mouth to ask what the problem was until it hit you.

Nick and Matt. Those motherfuckers.

Your face felt like it was on fire as you put your hands up. “Oh my fucking God, I’m so sorry.” You said, Chris shaking his head.

“No, it’s not your fault. At least it was each other, and not some crazy people.” You couldn’t even think straight or process his words, your head still shaking as too many thoughts rushed through your mind all at once. You finally stopped and ran your hands through your hair.

“I need to go, I’m sorry.” You said, your face felt as though it was on fire.

Chris’ eyes met yours, his brows furrowed. “Is it really so bad? Being set up with me?”

It took you a moment to process his words, but you shook your head. “Of course not, I’m just…embarrassed.” You said, resting your head in your hands and huffing softly.

“I’m not, I’m kind of glad it was you.” He said, your eyes meeting his.

“Really?”

Chris smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I’ve kinda had a thing for you for forever, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.” He said, the apples of his cheeks tinged pink. His eyes never left yours, and you couldn’t help but smile and look down.

“And I thought I was obvious and you were oblivious.” You said, glancing up at him through your eyelashes. He looked surprised, but not shocked.

“Well, shall we?” He asked, gesturing dramatically to the booths and tables with one arm while holding his elbow out to you with the other. You rolled your eyes and hooked your arm through his.

“We shall.”

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[half-dead-writer]

You know what we need? You Niel with a girl boss gf. Imagine it, neil with a hot rich girlfriend that likes to spoil him. The others reactions would be funny asf too

I would absolutely spoil him, if only I was rich 😩 Thank you for your request! There needs to be more Neil content!! I changed it to gn so I hope you don't mind

Young Neil with a hot and rich S/O

character: Young Neil Nordegraf (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: 750

reader: gender neutral

warnings: none

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

ok first off

how the hell did he end up with you?

he thought he was like, way out of your league

you're hot, pretty wealthy from what he knew about you- and him? he was just some 20 year old guy, living in Stephen's house

Neil had an undeniable crush on you but never really bothered to confess it

I mean, technically you never asked??

ok truthfully he just didn't think he had any chances

he "waited for you to make the first move", he would tell you everything, if only you asked

until, with some luck on his side and the stars aligning, you did

"Neil, would you wanna be my boyfriend?" Even though it was barely visible through his poker face, it was clear he was caught off guard by the question. The warmth travelled straight to his ears, a stark contrast in comparison to his face. His weird quirk was not being able to blush through his cheeks. You noticed it right away. "I like you. A lot," Eyes open wide were scanning your facial structure, almost as a distraction for the sudden shift in the mood. "It's a yes, I take it?" You smiled, not expecting such a fast answer. "Yeah," he deadpanned, seeming a bit dazed. It took him a short moment to spit out his next words, "Can I hug you?" A light chuckle hit his ears, of course he would ask such question after being asked out, you thought. It was honestly adorable. "Of course," you grinned, quickly clinging to him like a snake. An awkward second passed until he reciprocated. Outwardly he was still a bit in disbelief of the entire thing happening, but inside he was bubbling with joy. Or maybe it was vomit? Probably both, but he decided not to dwell on it. Aside from a few times you decided to sit close to him, the warmth of your body, let alone a hug from you, was something he would never expect to get after just asking. And your smell- The perfume you wore was a thing he always immediately recognized, it was like your trademark. it brought him comfort having you up so close.

The gang's reactions were of course- the way you'd expect them to be.

"Neil is there anything you're hiding from us? Do you use some fancy brand of cologne that make others go crazy?" Kim's eyes stared at you from under her bangs, not judgemental, yet very confused. Neil, of course, smelled himself, "no, I smell just like I usually do," he responded with certainty. "Wow," was Stephen's addition to the convo, "almost makes me jealous! I mean- with all due respect of course, Y/N" Everyone's attention was turned to the doors being flung open, Scott visibly surprised was standing on the other side. He was late to the meeting. "Neil is dating Y/N??"

Neil was a pretty easy to maintain boyfriend

that didn't stop you from absolutely spoiling him though

new video game? got it babe

you want starbucks? I'll get you 2 cinnabuns along with it

new clothes? only the comfiest ones

he was pretty surprised when you first offered to buy him such expensive stuff

he doesn't need much, but of course he appreciates every gift you give him

he just wishes he could get you something like that as well, which his budget doesn't really allow for

you reassure him he doesn't have to buy you anything, that his presence is enough for you

Wallace won't spare his quips about him being your sugar-baby, though

one time Neil thought to show his appreciation to you by making you both a fancy dinner

which turned out- pretty horrible

You tried to be polite by taking a bite, but the offending flavor attacked your tastebuds without holding back, forcing you to quickly wash down the taste with a sip of water, "It's um... not the worst thing I had?" Neil gazed at your reaction, taking a bite himself, outright spitting it out after, "ewwh- it tastes so bad," he scrunched, "you really think it's not the worst?"" "... Yeah it's pretty bad," you smiled softly, amused by the reaction to his own creation. "Wanna order take-out?" He looked at you expectantly, not even trying to argue about the quality of the food. "On it," you said, phone already in your hand.

[pedgito]

How abouttttt edging Tom until he's pouty and crying

author’s note: this is purely self indulgence. i tried to mimic some of tom’s dialect in my prose without going too cornish, so i hope it isn’t too terrible. i’m so horribly american that i didn’t want to butcher the shit out of it lol. anyways, love tom grant, he’s supreme boyfriend material.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) strangers to lovers, meet-cutes, cooking for each other, oral (m receiving), edging (to tom), grinding over clothes (sorta), talks about past relationships/cheating (on both of them), tom is a sweetie, if i missed anything lmk

word count: 4.7k

You meet him by chance, out at the market for your daily errands. He’s always dressed in his work uniform, seemingly jumping straight from work to grab a few things for the night or the rest of his week, arms always full of items because he refuses to grab a basket and he’ll pile them high until the food is toppling to the floor. He’s stubborn, you can see it in his face as he squats down to pick up the unlucky can of vegetables that crashes against the tile, denting the corner.

You don’t introduce yourself the first time, grabbing the can and handing it back to him with a smile—he looks a little dejected, pouting at the kind gesture but mumbling a quiet thanks, regardless.

But, you see him everyday for a few weeks and suddenly you’re wondering how someone you’ve never met can be so interesting. He’s kind to the people stocking the shelves, the woman at the counter, but he doesn’t speak a word to you.

That’s why, after a long, dreadful three weeks of tense eye contact and awkward encounters, you finally take that plunge.

He’s reaching for the same box of cereal as you, caught up in his own thoughts so much that he doesn’t even realize you are leaning down beside him—you try to stumble out an apology but it dies on your lips.

“Those are your favorite?” He asks curiously, grabbing the box with ease and handing it over. You stall for a moment, wondering if you’d imagined him talking to you—he could’ve been talking to someone behind you, anyone but you. His eyes are locked on you when you glance up.

“How’d you know?” You ask, clutching the box to your chest with a kind nod. It was the last one.

“You’ve grabbed the same box every Monday,” He notes, pointing at the box of cereal, “but—never any milk?”

You snort a soft laugh, being caught up in your own weird ways of eating. He didn’t seem like he was judging, but it was something he couldn’t help but notice.

“Soggy cereal makes me ill at the thought of it.” You confess, “plus, it’s so much better when you can just eat it by the handful.”

He smiles wide, tongue poking through his teeth slightly.

“I’m Tom,” He introduces himself, “consider that last box an apology for being an ass to you the past few weeks.”

“Thank you,” You reply sweetly, patting the box lightly, “though, I definitely touched it first. I would’ve pried it from your hands if it came down to that.”

Tom laughs, shifting the weight of his groceries in his arms. And like clockwork, a can falls to the floor. You can’t help but take a small jab at him as you reach for it.

“Are you allergic to the baskets?” You ask playfully, “It would squash this whole ‘feeling too awkward to apologize’ when I have to pick up the stuff that you drop.”

Tom shakes his head slightly, a weak and unintelligible answer.

“Unless you’re doing it on purpose.” You suspect.

It had taken Tom a while to get over Ruth, forgive her, allow himself to rid his trailer of her things and move on. The only thing he hadn’t managed was allowing himself to return back to normalcy, talk to his friends, meet a nice girl—when Tom isn’t working, he’s home, unless he’s here and sometimes, the trips were unnecessary, just an innocent hope that he might run into you. But, his nerves constantly got the better of him, the words choking up in his throat. He wasn’t sure why today was different, but it was.

And while he was on that high, he takes a chance before his mind tries to talk him out of it.

“You’ve caught me,” He admits humorously, “there’s probably better ways to ask someone on a date, but uh—“

“Loads,” You interrupt with a hoaky smile, “but lucky for you, I’m interested.”

“Really?” He perks up instantly, nearly dropping his groceries in one giant pile. “Oh, well um—I didn’t think I’d get this far—“

You laugh at his honesty, pointing at his jacket pocket wearily, noting the outline of his phone, “Mind if I—“ He nods, angling his hip toward you to grab it. He rambled off his lock code without question and you entered your information swiftly before returning it back to him.

“I’m a bit rushed but call me later?”

“Uh, yeah—yes, I will.”

He does, which isn’t much of a surprise. You’d been anxious about the call since you left the store, wondering when was the last thing you were this caught up over a boy you knew nothing about. He called you that night, your name falling from his mouth like velvet—he sounds more relaxed, less wound up. You weren’t sure how stressful his job was, or what his life was like, but it’s a difference from the man you had ran into earlier.

“Are you opposed to a home-cooked meal?” He asks, straight to the point. You huff slightly, debating on the question to torture him slightly, the silence lingering.

“Seems a little forward, yeah?” You tease, laughing floating through the receiver and making him smile on the other end. “It’s fine, Tom. I really don’t mind.”

“You sure?” He asks for reassurance.

After Ruth, he doubted almost everything he did—wondering if he was doing too much, or not enough. It was never good enough.

“If I’m being honest, a home-cooked meal sounds much better than dressing up and going out to a fancy place to eat.”

“As if I could afford fine dining on my salary.” Tom jokes, settling into a sense of comfort in the conversation, a lull that felt natural. “But yes—I’m an excellent cook, so you have nothing to worry over.”

“I’m putting my life in your hands, Tom.” You tell him carefully, though the affection is still there. “Don’t be the first boy to put me in the hospital with food poisoning. I’ll never be able to forgive you for that.”

“Fucks sake—I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The curse sounds too dirty falling from his mouth, tarnishing his rather innocent, boyish looks.

“What time is good for you?”

You hum softly, pondering on how long you should make him wait. But, you were too impatient yourself.

“How about tomorrow? Say, six?” You suggest.

“Perfect.” He responds softly.

The date quickly evolves into something that you and Tom didn’t really plan on—and it’s a silent agreement that settles between you two as that date turns into several dinners over the course of a couple months, either at your place or his, venting about your day and getting to know each other better than anyone else you knew in town.

You weren’t familiar with the place, having only lived there a few months, but Tom had told you everything you needed to know—where to eat, where to shop, even if you always ended up at his place anyways.

And you realize rather quickly why you both latched onto each other without hesitation—there was a weird yearn for companionship, or friendship even, that neither of you acknowledged audibly, but sensed within each other.

Tom has empty pictures frames stacked on his bedside table that he doesn’t mention, even when you two end up on his bed one night after a particularly filling meal, listening to him complain about how much the weather had been bothering him.

“I live right off the beach, you know—it would be nice to go but the water is always freezing.” Tom complains, tracing the outline of your fingers with his own, hands held straight up in front of you as you both stared toward the ceiling.

“So I suppose streaking into the ocean is out of the question for you?” You ask, only slightly joking. Tom turns to look at you, eyes comically wide as his movements still. “Tom, I’m fucking with you.”

Tom looks away briefly, face contorted in a semblance of pain, like maybe you hit a sore subject. It fades quickly, replaced by a flat emotion of content.

“Okay, fess up.” You pester him, turning on your side and propping your head up into your hand. “What’s got you so bothered?”

“Nothin’,” He laughs awkwardly, releasing your hand to replace it with his own as he settles them against his stomach, soft cotton rubbing at his fingertips, “s’just bad memories.”

“Well, whoever it was, I’m sorry.” You tell him honestly. “They’re missing out.”

Tom smiles sadly, looking over at you briefly.

“Piss off,” He says softly, shoving at your thigh with no real strength, “s’not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“You gettin’ to flirt with me, but you always tease me when I do the same.” He explains, cheeks blushing a faint shade of pink.

It’s the similar pink that happens when he’s out in the wind for too long, settling in the apples of his cheeks and staying for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asks curiously, “M’not trying to pry or anything, but—“

“Think I held her back,” Tom admits, “She loved me in the beginning.”

“And it just faded out?” You try to perceive where the story is going, but Tom shakes his head.

“Nah, it was kinda sudden.” He explains, glaring up at the ceiling, “I don’t see her for a while and then she comes back and it’s like—she hates being here. It was good those couple days but I think whatever she’d been dealin’ with had been there the whole time.”

“That’s not your fault,” You tell him, “her problems aren’t your problems, whatever they were.”

“Took me a while to put it all together, but she thought I was cheating—I mean, who does that?” Tom asks with a strain to his voice, frustration lining his tone. It seemed like a sore subject, but Tom powered through. If he didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t.

“Cheat? Loads, Tom.” You emphasize, “And I’m speaking from experience, it’s not fun.”

“I’m not like that,” Tom insists, “I couldn’t—I didn’t even think about that stuff. I loved her.”

“Did she cheat on you?” You ask carefully, wondering if you're straying too far into territory that wasn’t yours to venture into.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, “She started hangin’ out with this girl and getting teasy for no reason—maybe she expected it to be different here.”

“I like it here,” You shrug, “it’s quiet—people are nice.”

Tom smiles at that, noticing how your eyes trailed toward him. You sit up slowly, crossing your legs in front of you.

“Felt like I was forcing her to love me,” Tom says, voice teetering of sadness that clogged his throat, “some days we’d be okay and then others she would throw herself at me—like she was tryin’ to make up for acting distant.”

“How so?” You ask.

People showed their love differently, so you couldn’t really judge. You were just trying to understand.

“It’s embarrassing,” Tom admits, shaking his head at the thought, “she came home late one night and tried to—“ Tom gestures to his groin vaguely, “I couldn’t get into it.”

“That’s not your fault,” You shrug, backpedaling for a moment, “well, technically—yeah. But, if you weren’t feeling it, that’s not something for you to get upset about.”

“And then sex was,” Tom starts, looking over at you, gauging your expression, “—is it weird if I talk about this? Don’t want you feelin’ uncomfortable.”

“Tom, we’ve talked about everything. You’re not gonna have me running away at the first mention of sex. You thinkin’ I’m some kinda prude?” It’s teasing and playfully in tone, but Tom is straight-faced, sincere. “It’s not weird.”

“We’d kiss for a while, she’d make some excuse to go to the bathroom—brushing’ her teeth or something else, but then she’d come back and she couldn’t look at me.” Tom says, eyes straining slightly as he roamed around the room briefly, blinking the dryness out of his eyes, “anyways, ‘nough that.”

You laugh slightly, rocking in place as you stare down at him.

It’s the most he’s opened up since you met him, part of it feels forced—like he’s trying to clear up for his standoffish behavior, why he comes off a little forward, but it’s never bothered you.

“Got a pretty lady right here and I’m boring her to death over my ex-girlfriend.” He says, taking a stab at himself, “That’s not kind of me.”

“Kind?” You tease, poking at his side, “You? Never.”

“What about you?” Tom asks innocently, turning on his side now, knees grazing his torso. His right hand rests against your leg as he settles in a similar position to how you were earlier, paying full attention to you. “Some bloke break your heart?”

“Break? Not really. He was an ass and slept around on me every week. Took me a few months to catch on. But, there was never anything there.” You explain, “I got a nice job out here, destroyed his ego when I dumped him in front of friends, and never looked back.”

Tom grins widely, “Damn, that’s cruel.”

“He was fuckin’ them in my apartment. That shit was justified.” You tell him, the endearment is a little patronizing on your tongue. “Don’t cross me, Tom. You’ll regret it.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Tom replies flirtatiously, letting you drag your fingers through his short cropped curls, eyes falling shut at the touch. “Wouldn’t ever—you’re too sweet of a girl.”

“As far as you know.” You counter, his eyes peeking open briefly to look at you, teeth peeking through his smile. It makes your heart melt, his features soften every time he looks at you. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Tom asks, knowing full well.

“Giving me the eyes,” You chuckle softly, “If you want to fuck me just say so—I hate dancing around that shit.”

“You’re something.” Tom notes, squeezing at your thigh gently.

The touch had become normal, something you both seeked after long meals and tiring work days. But this, it had your stomach fluttering and ignited a deep, unfurling pit in your stomach.

“What, are you scared of me?” You ask teasingly, flicking at the collar of his shirt as you graze his chin. It had only ever been playful touches, some suggestive touching and the one time that he kissed you on the cheek when you left his place after a late night, delirious from sleep and not really thinking.

Still, you thought about it every time you looked at him. Tom was as honest as they came, open to anything, willing to do whatever to make you comfortable. It was everything you weren’t used to but also everything you wanted.

“I don’t bite,” You tell him quietly, “not unless you ask for it.”

Tom pulls his bottom lip between his teeth slightly, smothering the laugh that escapes, attempting to cover up for the obvious surprised noise that tried to come out.

“And if I do?”

Your eyebrows raise slightly, daring him.

“Because I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t.” He admits, his hand trailing dangerously higher up your thigh, your hands having moved behind you, watching his movements.

“Then I’d say you’re in for it,” You confess, “you may not survive me, you know.”

“Soundin’ like a good way to go.” Tom replies confidently, his fingers dipping past the hem of your sweatpants, grazing the thin fabric of your underwear. “Show me?”

He’s not asking for anything in particular. He wants everything,

You bite at the inside of you check, considering how deeply this could affect your friendship with Tom—and as much as you tried to think about the cons, it was outweighed by the pros. It was a long, endless list that you couldn’t even begin to speak on—the only thing that mattered was that Tom wanted this, just as badly as you did.

You hadn’t been with anyone in a few months, let alone touched in any type of way—the kiss on the cheek was the closest you got to anything in a while. So, even with Tom’s gentle, fleeting touches, you were already willing to do just about anything to prove to Tom how much he deserved to have someone who cared, somehow who wasn’t going to flee from him without an explanation.

You hand grazes over his jeans testingly, the fabric worn from constant use, frayed at the thighs and thinning. He’s already hard under the line of his zipper, jaw clenching at the slightest bit of friction.

“How long?” You ask curiously, undoing his jeans silently.

Tom watches on, turning to his back to give you more room.

“A couple months,” He admits, “got on with a girl out at the bar after I had too many beers, don’t remember much if’m being honest.”

You nod, Tom speaks softly, “And Ruth—Ruth, she never liked to—“

“Touch you?”

“Or I touch her, not really.”

You tilt your head, wondering who could resist someone like him. He was sweet to the core, staring up at you with his hopeless eyes, wide with adoration.

“Let’s fix that, yeah?” You ask, earning a jerky nod from Tom.

He lifts his head slightly, propping himself up on his arms as he watches you tug at his jeans until he can kick them the rest of the way, your hand coming up to cup over the strained tent in his underwear, squeezing gently.

“That’s, fuck—“ Tom sighs, “this isn’t going to last long, ‘m sorry.”

“It will.” You assure him, smiling with a devious intent that should scare him away, but it only entices him further.

You settle over his legs, spread wide on your knees as you pull his underwear down the rest of the way, cock springing free and upright toward his stomach, the tip matching the vibrant blush in his face. He stares up at you nervously, hands dragging up his thighs teasingly.

“You’ve got a pretty cock, Tom.” You comment, watching as he stumbles to find his words. “Anyone ever told you that?”

He shakes his head slowly, your delicate fingers wrapping around the base, the skin like soft velvet under your touch. He’s not nearly as good at keeping his composure as you thought, letting out a small groan as you touched him.

You squeeze gently, hand slipping up to squeeze at the the tip, thumb rubbing over the slit at the head of his cock, rubbing the small amount of precum there, making the slide down all the more torturous.

“Love, that’s so fuckin’—“

You nod knowingly, just as affected despite that lack of touch. Your thighs squeezed together desperately, mouth watering at the thought of him heavy against your tongue, what he tasted like—it was impossible not to think about.

“Can I—or do you not like that?”

Tom doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second as he watches you eye his cock in your hand, licking your lips as you parted them.

“Please, please—“ He all but rushes out, “that’s, yeah, of course.”

You snort at his eagerness, relaxing himself over your lap as you take him in your mouth slowly. First your tongue, dragging it up the line of his shaft, swirling over the head slowly, repeating the process a few more times until you finally decide to take him in your mouth, the moan that escapes him is desperate, noisy, need—his fingers dragging at your hair, pushing it away gently. His hands follow the slow bob of your head, never pushing or pulling, only feeling.

And he’s mouthy, mewling all sorts of noises alongside his words. It doesn’t surprise, given how much he can talk your ear off. Though, this is so much better.

“God, it’s been ages, fuck—“ Tom grunt softly, head falling back against the pillow, fingers rubbing tenderly through your hair, silence filled with the obscene noises of your mouth on his dick, “told ya I won’t last long.”

You lean down briefly, taking his balls into your mouth, tongue rolling over the tight skin and forces and strained moan from his chest, the grip on your hair tightening slightly. You can feel the muscles in his thighs flex, the quickening in his breath—so you pull back, a vivacious grin on your face.

“What?” Tom asks flippantly, his deep cornish accent peeking through, “S’goin on? I was there.”

“I know,” You nod slowly, “It’s the whole point.”

“M’sorry?” He asks, eyebrows falling together in confusion.

“Have you never edged yourself?” You ask curiously. “Got close and stopped? Nothing?”

“That sounds horrid,” Tom admits, “Isn’t cumming the whole point?”

“Well, yeah—“ You squeeze at the base of him gently, punching a huff out of his chest as his eyes roll toward the ceiling, hands clenched into fists at his side, “but this is more fun, don’t you think?”

“Sounds like you want to torture me.” Tom notes, losing the last bit of sanity he had left when your mouth closes over the head of his cock again, tongue swirling lightly. “—N’ here I was calling you sweet.”

You grin darkly, “I can make you cry, if that’s what you really want.” It wouldn’t be the first time, definitely not the last. Most of the time you did it to be petty, bring a man to a primal state of begging just to embarrass them. But for Tom, it was more than that.

He’d never really been touched, not like this. He’s had his fair share of encounters, and his relationship with Ruth spanned a long part of his teenage years, but there was always something missing. There was always a sort of shame behind wanting things for himself and not asking, feeling like an ass for voicing his needs, so he didn’t. You didn’t need to ask him because you saw it everyday, always putting himself second for anything and anyone. Besides, you wouldn’t mind forcing a few tears out of him, a few breathless pleas.

He was already halfway there, it seemed. Tom had his eyes squeezed shut, fists still clenched at his sides as you bobbed your head slowly, eyes flicking up to watch the muscles in his jaw tense, blush traveling down his neck.

“Gotta slow down,” He begs weakly, “s’too much.”

“You sound alright to me,” You tell him snarkily, licking a long slow stipe up his cock, “should I stop?”

“No, no, no—“ Tom quickly answers, hands reaching for your head as you move, “just—I,” He sighs, feeling like a sap for saying what’s on his mind, “I’d rather have you up here.”

Sex wasn’t totally off the table, but it hadn’t been on your mind.

“Do you have condoms?” You ask, earning a slow head shake from him. The last thing you needed was a baby by someone you’ve only known for less than six months.

“You can uh—you don’t have to take your clothes off or anything,” Tom starts, “we could, just like—“

“I haven’t done that since high school, Tom.” You answer with a faint laugh, bubbly and free of judgment. “But, it’s really our only option.”

Tom breathes a heavy sigh of relief as you sit up, slipping your sweatpants down your hips and off your legs, his calloused hand traveling up your thigh as you settled over his groin, hard cock pressed against the thin cotton of your underwear, sticky with the small wet patch that had grown there, much to your own embarrassment. You hadn’t even touched yourself, or he you, and you were already just as needy. You push his shirt higher up his chest, pale skin hot to the touch, fingers dragging through the small trail that led down to his dick, hips heavy against him as you dragged your hips once, twice.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom sighs loudly, fingers gripping your hips tightly, “tits—can I see your tits?”

And no one’s ever asked in such a polite way, you can’t help but chuckle, nodding eagerly. You slip the shirt over your head, breasts bouncing freely, having forgotten your bra at home in rush over to his place. They were all in the wash, thank god.

“Beautiful,” He notes, his voice low and rough, leaning up to mouth the flesh, plush pink lips pressing against your skin, “s’like the rest of you. Perfect.”

“Tom.” You warn lightly, feeling your own face heat at his compliments.

“It’s true, love.” He tells you, eyes connecting with your face briefly, eyes vulnerable as he stares up at you. It’s the most expressive part of his face, mesmerizing, to say the least. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You nod slightly, “I know, I know.” You respond, “M’not used to people saying stuff like that to me, never know how to respond.”

“Don’t.” He assures you, “As long as you know.”

And you’ve never felt love this strongly, this early—it could be because of the situation, given your heightened state of connection, but those three words rest on your tongue heavily.

It’s a slow gradual rise as you grind against him, pressing against you in just the right way, clit catching the head of his cock with every pull back of your hips. Tom’s a mess, murmuring words that don’t make sense, soft noises, not having the strength to hold himself up any longer as he rests back against the pillow, grip tightening on your hips as you ride it out, stopping briefly when he starts to squirm a little more than usual.

It goes on for forever, it feels like. In reality, it was only about a half hour, watching Tom fall apart every time you denied his release, nearly to the point where he’s gasping at every touch, wicked pleas turning into desperate whines.

“I can’t.” Tom concedes, eyes brimming with tears, face excessively flushed, “Need it—please?”

You nod, impatient yourself as his hands travel up to touch you, thumb finding your clit over the fabric—it amazes you how he has no trouble at all when feeling out your body, despite how new this was to both of you.

“Fuck, you’re just as bad,” Tom notes with a breathy laugh, it quickly dying out with a rough snap of your hips, chasing your own orgasm selfishly, “take it, come on.”

Take what you need. Take all of it. Tom would give you everything if you let him.

It hits you fast, hard, eyes squeezing shut as you whimpered a soft ‘Fuck.’, fingers finding his wrist for purchase as you rocked your hips one final time—Tom watches your face as you come, which does him in immediately. He blinks hard, watery eyes lending a few tears to escape as he finally breathes in relief, coming in long spurts over his stomach and ruining his shirt in the process, though it’s the last thing on his mind.

“Not how I thought this night would go,” Tom admits with a lazy smile, rubbing at your thighs gently, pointing out how ruined your underwear were now, covered in a mix of slick, yours and his, “come here.”

You slump forward weakly, hands sprawling out over his head as you rest on your arms, nose grazing his. “Me neither.”

“You’re really good at that.”

You snort a tired laugh, “I’ve made many men cry—gotta admit though, you’re the prettiest.”

“Fuck off,” He laughs, reaching up to press a soft, gentle kiss to your lips, “shit hurts after a while.”

Your eyebrows raise, as if trying to prove your point.

Tom grins, attempting to hide his face in your neck. He’s never been this shy until now and it melts your heart.

“You can take a shower here,” He tells you, “sleep too, if you don’t want to mess with the drive.”

“Clothes?” You ask curiously, knowing you didn’t bring any spares.

“No, no—that’s where I draw the line.” He jokes, failing to hide his obvious smile. “‘Course, take what you need.”

“This doesn’t change anything,” You tell him honestly, watching his expression blank for a moment, “I still want my dinners, too.”

Oh.

Tom nods fervently, “Got it. Not like you could do without my cooking now, anyways. You get pissy when it’s your turn.”

You gasp slightly in shock, taken back by the jab and slapping his chest lightly.

“Don’t get coarse with me,” You warn playfully, “or I can make it a lot worse for you.” Unfortunately for you, Tom was already diving in head first. He didn’t care.

“Sounds like a challenge.” Tom counters, “I’m sure I could take you on.”

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[blueraineshadows]

Hi! I read your last fic with Ominis and was wondering if you could do a part 2 where Sebastian returns and what will happen next 😬 Thank you, wish you a wonderful day/night!

No problem! 💚 Thank you for the Request 💜

Last time, Ominis nearly died which prompted a confession out of him. MC got a little spicy 🌶

What will happen when Sebastian returns? 🤔

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff/mentions of spice 🔞

The common room was quiet, just how Ominis liked it, and he was seated in his favourite chair. MC would be along any moment, she was fetching the book she had been reading to him and he was looking forward to the next chapter.

He heard footsteps approaching, but they weren't MC's, these were slightly heavier. He tilted his head, frowning a little, those steps were familiar.

"Hello, Ominis, long time no see."

Ominis sat up straight, lips parting in surprise. It had been months since he had heard that familiar tone. "Sebastian!"

"That's me," he said. Ominis could hear the smile in his voice. "I thought I would surprise you rather than send an owl."

"And you have succeeded," Ominis replied. He stood. "This is a surprise, but it is good to hear your voice my friend."

An anxious band tightened around his chest as Sebastian slung his arm around his shoulders to give him a squeeze. Ominis tried to smile through the panic. MC would be back any moment, and they'd had no time to prepare for this.

Sebastian did not know about them, did not know how intimate he had become with MC.

"So, what's the gossip? It's been a while since your last owl. What have I missed?" Sebastian asked.

Ominis gave a little shrug. "Well..."

As if on demand, the tap of MC's feet sounded on the metal walkway from the dorms, growing closer. Ominis held his breath, his ears straining desperately towards her. Her step paused and he heard her swift intake of breath. He heard Sebastian's name slip from her lips in a whisper, the thud of something hitting the floor, presumably the book, and then she was running towards them.

"Sebastian!" Her voice was a cry of delight. Ominis felt his heart sink at the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely, the ooof noise that burst from Sebastian's lips.

He could only imagine the sight of them entwined in a hug, bodies pressed close. Envy was a terrible thing, and he savoured the bitterness of it on his tongue.

"Wow, MC, did you miss me?" Sebastian chuckled.

"Every day," she said. From the muffled sound of her voice, she was still in his arms.

"She was very disappointed that you didn't write more often," Ominis said. He could hear the pissy tone of his voice and cared little.

There was the rustle of clothing as they released each other. Ominis desperately wanted to go to her, take her hand in his, have some form of physical contact, some reassurance from her. But he remained still, his hand clutching at his robe.

"Ah yes, sorry about that," Sebastian said. "But I'm back now. How are you?"

"I'm good," MC said. "Come and sit, tell me everything. How is Anne?"

Ominis moved to sit back in his chair while they sat on the sofa, chatting happily. Ominis had been so caught up with his anxiousness, he had not asked about Anne. But apparently she was doing well. He tried to enjoy the conversation, but he was finding it difficult, trying not to imagine that they might be holding hands.

When Sebastian turned the conversation around to MC, Ominis tensed. Sebastian wanted all her news.

"The biggest news would have to be myself and Ominis," she said, brightly.

"Oh?"

"Yes, we have grown rather close over the last few weeks," she said. A little giggle slipped from her lips. "Very close in fact."

Ominis felt his cheeks warm considerably. "MC..."

"Is that right?" Sebastian drawled. "Well, this is certainly news to me. You kept that one quiet, Ominis."

"Yes, well, I didn't want to sound like I was bragging or anything," he said.

"Oh, Ominis," MC said. She moved from the sofa to come and clasp his hand. Ominis held it gladly, drawing great comfort from her touch. "It's not bragging at all."

A beat of silence. "Well, as long as you're both happy, then I'm happy too," Sebastian said, a little tightly. "As for me, I've got some catching up to do, so if anyone needs me I'll be in the library."

"It's so good to have you back, Sebastian," MC said.

Sebastian didn't answer her, but he was quiet before the sound of his retreating footsteps carried across the common room. Ominis wondered what expressions the two of them had exchanged. MC gave a little sigh and Ominis gave her hand a squeeze. "Everything alright, my love?"

"He looked sad, Ominis," she said. "For all his upbeat chatter, his eyes told a different story."

"I must admit, I was worried how he would react about us two," Ominis said. "He seemed to handle it well."

"Why wouldn't he?"

Ominis hesitated. He was reluctant to say too much in case it put thoughts in her head, thoughts he didnt want her to have. But then, he couldnt bring himself to lie either. "I must be honest with you, MC. I think he may have harboured some affection towards you himself during fifth year. That was partly why I never mentioned my own feelings sooner."

"And you're telling me this now?" MC gasped. "My goodness, and there was me dropping it on him just like that! I had no idea he felt that way."

"So, you don't return those feelings at all?"

MC was quiet, her fingers caressing the back of his hand. "Sebastian is a very handsome boy, Ominis. I would be liar if I said I didn't think so. But I hadn't thought to take it any further than that. It hasn't always been plain sailing between myself and Sebastian, there are a lot of other things that got in the way of those kinds of ideas."

"And if there hadn't been those troubles, what then?" His heart constricted.

He felt her shrug. "I honestly have no idea, and, like yourself, I would rather be honest with you than tell you untruths. I felt a deeper connection with you however, especially once the troubles were over, and Sebastian was gone. I do not regret us, how could I? You are so very dear to me, Ominis, never think otherwise."

He tugged her hand closer, pressing it to his cheek. "You are dear to me also, MC. Perhaps more than you know."

....*....

Ominis prepared for bed, turning down the blanket and removing his robe. The dorm room door opened and Sebastian's footfalls crossed to his bed. He flopped on to it with a groan.

"Everything alright?" Ominis asked.

Sebastian was quiet. Ominis thought he wasn't going to answer his question and sat on the edge of his bed, his back to Sebastian. He kicked his slippers from his feet.

"Do you love her, Ominis?"

Ominis stilled, his heart skipping slightly. "Yes, I do," he said, truthfully.

Sebastian moved on his bed, a few footsteps sounded, and then Ominis felt his own mattress dip as he sat with him. "And, does she love you?"

Ominis hesitated. MC had never used the word 'love', but she had shown her affections in other ways. "I hope so," Ominis said with a sigh.

"Me too," Sebastian said. He put a firm hand on Ominis' shoulder. "You deserve it."

Ominis swallowed hard. "I had been worried you might be jealous," he admitted.

Sebastian chuckled. "Oh, I am," he said. "Dreadfully so. MC has the sexiest arse I've ever seen. You're a lucky man, my friend."

Ominis flushed a bright pink. Sebastian shifted and Ominis felt his elbow dig into his side. "Come on then, let's hear it, dish the details. Have you done the deed yet?"

Ominis clicked his tongue. "I'm not sure that's an entirely appropriate topic of discussion."

Sebastian laughed. "Oh, come on. If it was the other way around, you wouldn't ask me the same thing?"

Ominis couldn't help the twitch of amusement on his lips. He had enjoyed Sebastian divulging the details of his rather heated snogging session in the broom cupboard with a very pretty Ravenclaw once.

His smirk became very smug. He could raise the stakes quite high compared to a snog. "Well, she did suck my cock, so there's that."

"Really?" Sebastian gasped. "Bloody hell. Nice one!"

"It was rather," Ominis said.

"I bet," Sebastian said, thoughtfully. "You lucky bugger."

Then they were both laughing, Sebastian throwing his arm around Ominis' shoulders. "I've missed you, Ominis."

"It is good to have you home," Ominis said, fondly.

[chomiyeonjogiyo]

Pretty like the stars

content :: confession, first kiss, first time, g!p yuqi, switches, bold!shu, muscular!yuqi, cute asf, friends to lovers, ~2.5k words

Everyone knew these two loved each other. Except the two in question, obviously.

„Yuqi, how can you be so blind ??..” Nicha said, already fed up with the younger’s obliviousness.

„What ? I know she loves Soojin, I’m not that stupid.”

Nicha sighs.

„What ?..”

„Try to talk to her, at least. Don’t jump into stupid conclusions, you might lose a lot of opportunities, if you know what I mean”

The Beijing girl raised her eyebrows, looking up at the other. She thought for a moment and just left the room without a word.

Nicha growled in frustration and immediately texted Miyeon. „what’s wrong with them, seriously ? how can anyone be THAT blind.”

————

The night has come, and Yuqi couldn’t help but think of what the older girl told her. She knew she wasn’t talking about Soojin, but could absolutely not imagine her crush liking her back. It just wasn’t possible for her.

After minutes that felt like hours of trying to get herself to do something, she finally thought.

„Nothing ventured, nothing gained !..”

She sighs one last time before getting up, not even convinced with herself.

She dragged her feet towards the kitchen, planning on giving herself a glass of water before going back up to Shuhua’s room.

But things didn't go as planned.

Shuhua was also in the kitchen, back against the counter, drinking water while staring at nothing.

Yuqi immediately regretted her decision and wanted to run back into her room and probably crawl into a ball under her bed and never come out. But it was too late. Shuhua noticed her and instantly smiled. That smile was Yuqi’s soft spot. She was doomed.

„Hey, felt thirsty too ?”

„Yeah, yeah.” Yuqi whispered, mentally face palming herself.

She walked straight to the sink and filled up a glass, avoiding eye contact with the youngest. She wasn’t ready for this, that’s not how she planned things, she didn’t know what to do.

Luckily, Shuhua made a move before her.

After the older turned around, also having her back against the counter, the Taiwanese got closer to her and rested her head against her right shoulder.

Yuqi caught her breath for a few seconds. ‘Come on, she would do that with anyone. Get your shit together’ she mentally yelled to herself. But Shuhua didn’t stop here. She wrapped her right arm around the other’s waist, from the front.

The Taiwanese looked up at her, unintentionally making her warm breath brush against Yuqi’s neck. The latter closed her eyes shut, letting out a shaky breath, as quietly as possible.

„I can’t sleep…” Shuhua said softly, her face now buried in the older’s neck, both of her arms around her waist.

Yuqi instinctively wrapped her arms around her, still trying to breathe properly. At this moment, she lost the very little hope she had at the back of her head, assuming the youngest was being clingy just because she was tired. She kept her composure and slowly walked away from the kitchen, the other still in her arms, trampling backwards.

They made their way to Shuhua’s bedroom like that. When they reached her bed, Yuqi gently laid her on it and planned to get up again, but that was before the younger clung so hard on her, making her lay down too.

Giggling quietly, they then looked at each other.

A wave of euphoria went through the older’s nervous system, making her shiver under Shuhua’s gaze. Her breath got caught in her throat once again as she tried to get her body to do something, to distract the other as she was staring at her.

Yuqi slightly repositioned herself to properly face the Taiwanese, then pulled a strand of hair behind Shuhua’s ear while smiling dumbly.

The latter laughed at her actions and got closer to her, hands resting on her biceps.

Yuqi was going crazy.

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She looked too beautiful. Breathtaking. Unreal. A true goddess.

Her eyes, eyes that always shared so many emotions.

Her nose, perfectly-shaped nose that fitted her face so beautifully.

Her cheeks and jaw that she wishes she could rub and kiss all day long.

And finally, her lips. Oh, those lips. How much Yuqi had thought of how they would feel against hers. For how many times has she looked at them in the past, and for how long has she been staring at them now…

„Yuqi..”

The called one immediately woke up from her daydreaming, a rush of adrenaline hitting her as she noticed how close their faces were.

She loved the youngest so much and wanted to stay close, but she also didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. But still, how excited she was with the feeling of Shuhua’s warm breath against her lips.

After so much internal fights, she finally leaned in. Yuqi hated herself already for that, but it felt way too good to pull away. She needed more. She needed to properly taste and picture every second of that moment.

As the Chinese's hands made their way to the other’s waist, the younger one held her tighter, responding to the kiss after a few seconds of reflection.

The two got lost in their newly found romance for a few more minutes. Shuhua was now straddling the other, her hands on her hair, pulling gently every now and then. Yuqi’s back was against the headboard, hands rubbing her thighs.

The youngest took the lead, going from the older’s lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin there, making sure to leave a few marks. The other groaned under the latter’s touch, feeling herself getting hard as she could Shuhua’s warm tongue on her skin. She was going crazy.

Sitting on her thighs, the Taiwanese didn’t directly feel her bulge. However, her eyes went down after she finished with her neck, and noticed the hump under her pants.

Yuqi was nervous, afraid she might lose all her chances because of that. None of the girls knew about that. What if Shuhua felt unattracted because of it ?..

Her thoughts stopped when she felt a hand against it, instinctively folding back her leg just slightly, enough for the younger to notice it and chuckle.

„Sensitive, hm ?..” Shuhua whispered, looking at the other one who had her eyes closed, frowning, biting her lips.

That didn’t make the youngest stop. She thought for a moment and took off both of their shirts, immediately attacking Yuqi’s chest with sloppy kisses. At the same time, her left hand was on her stomach, as she had moved back a little for better access, while her right hand was groping the older through her sweatpants. The Chinese had a hand in the other’s hair, bringing her closer to her body.

Shuhua impatiently made her way to her bottom stomach, placing both hands on each side of her pants, looking up at her for approval. When she got it, she instantly took them off, along with the underwear beneath it.

Yuqi’s cock hit her own stomach, finally free from the fabric. The latter didn’t dare to look down at the other, worried of how she might feel. She was persuaded she’d bust on the moment. She couldn’t risk that.

As she tried her best to keep her composure, eyes still closed, arms on each side of her body, she felt how the younger started to touch her, slowly going up and down with one hand, keeping the other against the bottom of her stomach.

On the one hand, Yuqi felt like she was gonna explode anytime. Her toes were curled, her eyes completely shut, feeling herself getting harder at each stroke, if it was even possible. On the other hand, Shuhua was enjoying this more than ever. Indeed, she didn’t expect the older to be so submissive to her, but she did not mind at all. She loved it. Yuqi would easily notice it if she opened her eyes, due to the huge smile on the younger’s face.

Shuhua moved back, laying on her stomach between the older’s legs. She kept stroking then placed a few kisses on her tip, then a few kitten licks to see the other’s reaction.

After a few more seconds Yuqi finally opened her eyes, her jaw dropping at the sight. She was breathing heavily, staring at Shuhua’s tongue against her cock.

The latter smiled and finally started sucking, stroking at the same time.

The older let out a low moan, spreading her legs. She couldn’t believe that was actually happening. She couldn’t think of anything else. The sensation was too good.

She brought a hand in the younger’s hair, softly fondling them, letting out soft groans then and there.

Shuhua tried to go deeper and deeper on the older woman's shaft, making gagging noises and breathing hard through her nose. She was halfway there and she hummed softly, making vibrations causing a wave of pleasure through Yuqi’s body.

The younger woman kept on sucking her off for a while, going closer to taking it all every time but pulling out right after, making Yuqi go crazy.

She laughed at the other and got back on her knees, both of her hands on the older’s stomach. She bent down and kissed her roughly, moaning seductively against her lips.

Yuqi’s hands found place on the other’s waist, holding her close. She responded to the kiss, sliding her tongue against her lower lip, then slipping it inside.

They made out like that for a while, the Chinese girl was now on top of the Taiwanese, lips attached to her breasts as the girl moaned softly.

She kissed her way down to the bottom of her stomach, took off her pants and started to kiss her thighs, massaging them at the same time.

She stopped right in front of her clothed center, licking her lips before kissing it briefly, then got back up to embrace the girl again.

Shuhua chuckled at her sweet gesture, hugging back lovingly.

„I love you. I love you so much.” whispered the older.

„and I love you more.” answered the youngest, stomach filled with butterflies.

Yuqi smiled and got back up, pecked the younger’s lips then reached for something in the nighstand’s drawer. She opened the protection with her teeth, throwing the wrap away before rolling it down on her shaft.

She smiled at the girl under her, bent over once again to kiss her, running her tongue against her lips. Shuhua smiled at the feeling.

The latter then spread her legs to wrap them around the other’s waist, ready to take her. Her hands made their way to her shoulders, softly gripping in anticipation.

The older had one hand on her lover’s waist, the other at the base of her cock, softly rubbing her tip against her pussy lips, spreading the wetness.

Shuhua whimpered softly against her, taking deep breaths in. Yuqi eventually aligned herself with her hole, whispering a little „Ready ?” before slowly pushing in after getting approval.

She kept her eyes on the youngest's face, careful to any doubtful countenance she could show. On her side, Shuhua held her shoulders tighter and tighter, mouth slightly opened as she breathed heavily.

When Yuqi was fully in, the two girls quietly groaned at the sensation.

The Chinese threw her head back when the felt her balls pressed against the youger’s ass. She was focusing on every detail of this moment, not wanting to go past anything.

The Taiwanese opened her eyes, the same expression on her face, and looked down at where their bodies were connected.

She lowered one hand on the other’s stomach, scratching softly in sign of affection.

When she smiled, Yuqi took it as a sign, so she moved her hips back slowly, only to push back inside her with the same pace, and that for a while.

As Shuhua’s moans grew louder and louder, the older girl fastened her movement. She bent down to kiss her from time to time, or leave more marks on her neck, jaw, chest,..

After a moment, the latter was now completely above the other girl, a hand on her waist, the other on the headboard. She bucked her hips faster onto the other, hitting all the spots on the way.

Shuhua had one hand on the arm that was gripping on her waist, her nails digging in deeper at each thrust as she moaned loudly at each thrust.

Yuqi didn’t expect the youngest to be this loud. Not that she didn’t like it, it was in fact quite the contrary, she simply thought she would be a bit more reserved, maybe even shy.

She couldn’t care less anyway. The way her walls clenched around her felt way too good.

The oldest threw her head back once again with a loud groan, catching Shuhua’s attention, who took it as an opportunity to place her hands on the other’s breasts, massaging roughly.

Yuqi moaned at the contact and looked down at her, clenching her jaw when Shuhua’s hands caught her back instead.

The latter, being smaller than the older girl, practically hid under her body, bringing herself closer to her with the grip she had on her pretty large back. She kissed her jaw and looked up at her with puppy eyes, trying her best to keep them open with the sensation building inside her.

When the other looked down at her, she couldn’t explain how she felt at that exact moment. The younger looked so beautiful like that, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes so full of love looking up at her.

Her first move was to hold Shuhua against her, making them change position as the latter was straddling her thighs, Yuqi’s cock still inside her as she didn’t stop moving.

Everything went so fast. Shuhua wrapped her arms around the older girl. Yuqi, whose face was now at the other’s neck’s level, immediately showered it with kisses and love bites.

She ended up slamming her hip onto the other girl who now had her back against the headboard, making the bed squeak hard under them. Their moans were forming the perfect melody as they both felt so close.

„Yuqi,.. baby! I’m so close.. don’t stop!!..”

„Come for me, love.”

Yuqi noisily growled in her ear after that sentence, which made Shuhua switch instantly. The latter rolled her eyes back, moaning loudly as she came around her cock. The other followed right after, burying her face in the younger’s neck as her knot filled the condom.

„hmm..”

As they came down from their climax, the older pulled out and threw the filled protection in the trash. She turned at her new lover, smiling lovingly.

„How was I ?” the youngest playfully asked, pulling the other towards her so they could snuggle up together.

„Perfect. You were perfect.”

-

That same night, after dressing up, the two girls went out in the dorm’s small garden for a while, even though it was so late.

It was Yuqi who got that idea.

They sat down in the grass, and she immediately brought Shuhua closer to her, making her sit between her legs to back hug her.

She looked up at the sky, carefully observing the stars filling it.

Shuhua didn’t say a word, noticing what Yuqi was doing.

‘star lost?..’

She smiled and also looked up, joining her in her little world.

The older girl then looked down at Shuhua’s face, every detail and feature, smiling foolishly.

„You’re so pretty.

¨

¨

¨

Pretty like the stars.”

feel free to tell me anything about this, if i made any typo or weird sentences, or if you have any advice or feedback. thank you🐺

[helix-enterprises117]

Halo Reloaded: Shut Up & Dance With Me

The Marathon Infinity is a place more accustomed to the clang of armor and the buzz of orders than anything else. But today, a rather unusual sound was cutting through the usual cacophony of militaristic-industrial efficiency.

Spartan Fred-104, known amongst his peers for his tactical brilliance and less so for his musical talents (which he absolutely has, let's not kid ourselves), had somehow found himself lost in the rhythm of a catchy tune. "♪ Oh, don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me. ♪" The song slipped out, wrapping around the cold, steel corridors like a warm blanket, a sharp contrast to the usual ambiance.

Master Chief his footsteps silent, a ghost among men. Stopping DEAD in his tracks, Chief tilted his head as Fred's serenade unwittingly continued. "♪ I said you're holding back, ♪" Fred crooned, completely oblivious to the audience he'd acquired.

The moment Fred caught sight of Chief's towering frame, the song died in his throat, replaced by a strangled sort of gurgle. Imagine, if you will, the color draining from someone's face. Now imagine it trying to find a way through a Spartan's helmet. That was Fred.

"Chief!" he sputtered, voice cracking like a teenager's. "I, uh, didn't hear you come in."

Chief stood motionless, yet the air around him seemed to vibrate with mirth. "I gathered," he replied, his voice betraying a hint of amusement that one might miss if they weren't paying attention.

Caught in the headlights of Chief's undivided attention, Fred scrambled for an explanation that sounded less like a schoolboy caught passing notes. "It's just a song, Chief. Nothing to read into," he stammered, hoping the floor might open up and swallow him whole.

Chief, however, wasn't one to let things slide so easily. "Fred," he said, that one word carrying a weight that could crush a lesser man. "Fess up."

Under that gaze, Fred felt his resolve crumble like a cookie in a Spartan's grip. "Okay, okay," he relented, the words tumbling out in a rush. "It's Kelly. I've got it bad for her. Like, really bad."

The confession hung in the air between them, a tangible thing. Chief's reaction, however, was not what Fred expected. There was no reprimand, no lecture on Spartan decorum. Instead, what came was advice, served straight up with a side of sincerity.

"Freddie, look," Chief began, his voice adopting the tone of a mentor rather than a commander... which is funny because John is younger than everyone else, Fred notwithstanding. "This might be the only time you'll hear me say this, but it's okay to have feelings... I know. I'm a hypocrite."

Fred blinked. This was not the conversation he'd anticipated having today, especially not in the bowels of the Infinity, and especially not with Master Chief playing the role of love guru.

"Take it from me, your feelings for Kelly don't make you weak," Chief continued, his voice steady and sure. "If anything, they make you more of who you are. And for what it's worth, I think she could do a lot worse."

Fred's mouth twitched, a smile fighting its way through the embarrassment. "Thanks, Chief. I think."

As they resumed their journey through the ship's labyrinthine corridors, Fred felt a weight lift from his shoulders, his steps lighter. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him—a Spartan supersoldier getting relationship advice from the most decorated warrior humanity had ever known, all because of a song.

"Chief?" Fred ventured, a thought striking him.

"What is it, Fred?"

"Do you... ever sing when you think no one's listening?"

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Chief replied, "That, Spartan, is classified."

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

since i saw you mentioning some time ago you wanted to write more about RSV, i have one request with some characters from there (+ Haley because i love her), with a little scenario i imagined a few days ago and have been brainrotting about it ever since.

so could you write some (romantic) headcanons about Haley, Paula, Irene, Maddie and Daia with a farmer S/O who, ever since they first met, has never spoken not even once (communicating instead by writing what they wanted to say down or by ASL), but then one day they finally spoke for the first time, only to say a corny "i love you" and walk away like nothing happened.

if you can't, that's alrighty! have a good day!

Yay, more practice with Ridgeside Village headcanon! Thank you so much for the ask, dear anon! ❤️ I hope you're enjoying it 🫰

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Haley:

Haley was amused to realise that she and the strange Farmer who had arrived in the Valley recently had become a couple.

Even though they hadn't exchanged a word. And yet, even the strange and silent Farmer had managed to win the girl's heart.

Exchanging messages, letters.... The girl even learnt a little ASL to keep the conversation going. So there was no problem with communication.

But the fact that Farmer confessed their love to her at the most random moment - Haley was not even that surprised, because her love for Farmer was also growing every day.

But the fact that they'd spoken... with words? And just went about their farming business as if nothing had happened.

She had to stand there in complete shock for about five minutes before she finally woke up and caught up with Farmer.

Her happiness at hearing what they had said was mixed with a slight resentment that they had just left like that. She actually wants to declare her love too, alright.

Also she want kiss them. And hug them. And kiss them again. And she doesn't care if other villagers are looking at them right now.

Paula:

Oh, Paula knows ASL very well, so she had no problem communicating with Farmer. So day by day passed, the young people became friends and then even started dating.

Farmer was a frequent visitor to her clinic in Ridgeside Village (thankfully, this is most of the time, not because Farmer is injured), and so Paula got used to chatting occasionally behind the counter with her love.

And of course, sometimes you can get so chatty that you don't notice your silent lover saying "I love you" on the spot.

I love you too, sweetie- wait a minute...

The girl looked straight into Farmer's eyes for half a minute before they decided to leave the clinic.

???????

Okay, stop right here.

She heard that right, correct? Did they really say that in their own voice?

When Farmer nodded in confirmation, Paula only smiled softly and kissed them on the lips.

"You're so unpredictable...," there was no irritation or sarcasm in the girl's voice. Only tender affection and oh so much love.

Irene:

An ordinary day at Amethyne Mansion, and Irene is busy in the kitchen as usual.

A routine visit from a close friend of a wealthy family at Ridgeside Village, who happens to be Irene's lover. Irene's delighted that even though they're busy with their farm work, her lover has found time to visit her.

A gift from the Farmer for her, her favourite cake. Mmmm, so delicious....

Grateful Irene kissed Farmer on the cheek for such a tasty treat.

"I love you," said Farmer and left the kitchen, as they don't want to disturb Irene's business.

"And I love you, my dear," the girl immediately went back to stirring the dough in a bowl.... and almost dropped the bowl from her hands.

Did they... talk? Or was it that she had been near the hot oven for too long that now she was.... No, it's not hallucinations.

She had to drop everything and run to the farmer.

"Did you really say that?" When the Farmer nodded, poor Irene was overcome with a flood of emotions. She squeaked, laughed, jumped up and down, and even cried a little bit, until she finally hugged Farmer.

"I love you, too. Very much."

Maddie:

Maddie.exe stopped working.

W-what? Did she just hear that right?

From the look on Farmer's face, she heard it right after all.

...

What?!

They can't- They can't just say it like that, out of the blue, and walk away like nothing happened??? What the hell?! Come back here!

Maddie managed to catch up with the Farmer, grabbed them by the collar of their clothes and shook them like a ragdoll.

They can't just tell her "I love you" like that, after so many months of silence and letters and..... Oh, Maddie's so mad! Furious! She's gonna get them!

And before the Farmers could fear their beloved would punch them in the nose, Maddie kissed them. Sweet and passionate kiss.

Both stood looking into each other's eyes, cheeks red, breathing slightly hitched.

"I love you too, stupid. But don't scare me like that again, you hear me? Or else I'll really break your nose!" Maddie's tirade ended with a tight hug.

Her lover is so stupid... ❤️

Daia:

Daia was usually the one to make her partner look at her in shock, whether it was another dirty joke or just compliments.

This time, the Farmers were able to do the impossible - catch her in shock.

Did they actually say that... with their mouth? Her love said the words with their mouth?

"I love you"?

Poor Farmer didn't even have time to go anywhere before Daia immediately enclosed them in her arms.

"What a cinnamon bun you are! Decided to surprise me, huh? You such a cutie pie!"

Oh, Daia wouldn't miss the opportunity to tease Farmer, calling them such sweet and silly nicknames that their cheeks immediately turned pink.

However, the girl will abruptly stop teasing her lover, and kiss her gently on the cheek.

Jokes are jokes, but she is truly grateful and happy to hear their voice for the first time, and that it was words of declaration of love to her... Daia had never felt truly happy like this before.

"Thank you, dear... I love you too."

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Forever At Midnight ‘Meant To Be’

Reminiscent of that classic pop-punk sound that we’ve seen evolve through Paramore, Fall Out Boy, and Hot Milk, Forever At Midnight joins the music scene with a familiarity to be heard but a uniqueness to behold. Consisting of just a trio of Liv on vocals, Evan on drums and Josh on guitars and programming, this three-piece is meticulous in their craft and determined as ever to create something that stands out.

Sharing their groundbreaking debut ‘Meant To Be’, we see all that drive and devotion poured into this three-minute explosion of sound, an in-your-face but sympathetic pop-punk anthem that blends clean and raw sounds into something hard to imagine but difficult to stop listening to. From the opening’s tumbling drums, we get a little build-up of energy and momentum before the verse looks to simmer, a quick burst that lets you know what you’re in for before things temporarily settle. Intimate in a slow electric guitar riff and gentle but progressively quickening drums, things at first feel a little isolated and held close to the heart, like Forever At Midnight are revealing something that’s personal to them as much as anything else: ‘I look over at you, something’s got you down, and I’ve noticed you’ve been acting different since she’s been around.’ From this light introductory verse the emotion is hard to ignore or overlook, ensuring the listener feels the poignance of the narrative before it builds up with more gritty guitar strums, clashing drums and empowered, confident vocals leading with an impressive clean range that sets the tone for it all.

The chorus is where everything falls into place though, rushing with a blaring guitar riff, ground-shaking drums and vigorous guitar strums, a ferocious mix that’s high in intensity and volume made to get you on your feet and dancing away the pain. Their vocalist’s lines don’t feel as much like they’re leading this momentary rush, intentionally a little smothered by the sound but still reaching into gorgeous higher notes, altogether finding the heightened emotions falling apart and coming undone.

This sound truly mirrors the personal narrative woven within, as ‘Meant To Be’ explores that aching realisation you’ve fallen for a friend. Capturing the angst of silently pining for someone who either doesn’t feel the same or you simply don’t feel you could confess to, the track’s blends of tender moments and thrashing instrumentals make for a perfect exploration of that yearning, anger, frustration and lingering broken-heart that can’t seem to move forward. As we’re already in the know that our protagonist is yearning for someone who’s been ‘acting different since she’s been around’, we quickly realise that the one they’ve fallen for is falling for another, changing the way they’d been acting as they move on without warning. They seem self-aware of this too, singing ‘I know that you can tell, that something’s up as well’ , like they feel somewhat guilty for their behaviour but equally won’t address it. Between the confusion of ‘late night conversations, resisting your temptations’ it’s implied our protagonist is led on, wanted until they found someone better. Constantly caught from afar, the later lines like ‘you walk in, she’s on your arm’ struggle to exist beside them, watching as they move forward together as though nothing ever happened.

Everything about ‘Meant To Be’ is made to be relatable, straight from the heart as they sing directly to the person they’ve been secretly wanting and waning for. But whether you’re here to relate or just for an epic pop-punk tune, you won’t miss out by listening more here.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

// This coverage was supported and created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[limitlesses]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 but that was near-impossible. Suguru yanked the rug out from under his feet and now he had no chance whatsoever to break his fall, plummeting hard and fast -- stupid, he was so stupid, he probably looked so stupid right now !

Suguru even had to stop him from smacking himself in the face more, this was such a trainwreck Satoru couldn't even think straight and narrow down where it all went absolutely and horribly out of control wrong. What was that about feeling relieved, about feeling less alone ? Utterly buried by how embarrassed he felt, how his heart couldn't stop racing at the replay of Suguru taking his hands like that, of his touch against his cheek, of the leaned in murmuring and ----

Listen, Satoru wasn't oblivious to when people were flirting with him -- he usually fired back a few quips before ultimately dismissing them because their attention boiled down to finding his looks unique, looking at him like a collectable, something shiny and new. But Suguru had him stuttering for words because... well, Suguru wasn't just meeting him, there was no newness here, Satoru wasn't something shiny that caught his eye suddenly, in the moment, that prompted this exchange.

Worse, this was directly after a heartfelt confession -- fucking... opening up, and being met with this ? No wonder he immediately assumed Suguru was somehow mocking him instead, the alternative was harder to compute.

Stupidly, he admonished himself for turning his head away from Suguru's hand. Now that he thought of it, he never had his cheek cupped before. Like a frightened fucking horse or something, jerking away at the slightest movement they didn't recognize as non-threatening. His inexperience was laughable, pathetic, and he wanted to smack his hands over his eyes again.

He forgot he asked Suguru to elaborate on what to tell his parents, some sort of hail mary attempt to keep their conversation rooted in the initial topic rather than his tailspin. Suguru just had to lean in, making Satoru tip his head a little closer, too, because ---- well, now he was going to be thinking about the way Suguru's voice could hit such a pleasant low purr and -- fuck.

His thoughts were definitely preoccupied with thoughts of a boy.

They could run late, Satoru didn't mind -- if they stayed on these steps for a few minutes longer, at least, then maybe that'd make their conversation, their mutual confessions, more real. But Suguru's hand found his again, and he found his eyes engraving the sight to memory, his fingers curling a little in response -- hopefully not too much to make it weird. Was it weird ? Ah, fuck it, he got up and let Suguru drag them back to class. A brief glimpse at the time made them both pick up the pace, rushing to that lone classroom with only three seats with enough speed to knock the wind out of them a little, especially that one turn down the hall.

Satoru almost forgot to let go of Suguru's hand as they approached the classroom threshold, reaching to grab for his sunglasses clipped to the front of his uniform -- he didn't want a headache on top of the whirling thoughts now racing around.

Yaga was waiting, arms crossed. They were... five minutes late. Oops.

A two-punch combo, they'd have matching welts on the tops of their heads for the remainder of the class. Something something about the importance of veils, something blah blah can't let weak people see the shit they do to protect them, blah blah ----

Satoru retained essentially nothing, stealing sunglasses-concealed glances toward Suguru with an elbow propped and a hand to his cheek. He idly moved his thumb to mimic the sensation earlier, imagining Suguru's hand instead ---- before he let out a huff of breath and proceeded to flop his head forward onto the desk with a soft thud.

❝ Do you have something to add, Satoru... ? ❞ Yaga's annoyance was visible even with Satoru's head tucked down, his arms building a little fortress around it.

❝ ---- no, nothing -- headache. ❞ A cop-out, one Yaga didn't take too seriously, but he didn't press about it either. Thank fuck.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌, utterly transfixed by the way he glowed —- the way he knew, just by how Satoru squirmed, that his heart was racing.  Was Suguru the first person he told about his preferences?  Perhaps, judging by his reaction… but the curse user knew in every fiber of his being that there was something else going on here, too.

Once Suguru’s hands had been atop Satoru’s, grasping, and pulling them away from his perfect, porcelain skin, he knew that this wasn’t just some act —-- much less something that could be whittled down to embarrassment.  No, no… this was so much more.

…Satoru had feelings for him, didn’t he?  That would explain the heightened nerves, and a demeanor so flustered and overwrought that he worried Satoru might just straight up collapse from the shock of it all.  Suguru couldn’t have predicted this, even with the experience he had in navigating relationships; whether platonic, romantic, or even physical —-- suddenly, he wanted to kick himself for not noticing it sooner.  

Suguru let his hands fall back into his own lap as Satoru abruptly turned away from him.  Perhaps he had moved too quickly, reaching out to caress his cheek like that.  It had been such a natural reaction for Suguru, too —-- his hand practically moved on its own accord before he realized where it’s destination had been aimed.  He couldn’t help but smile to himself, his own cheeks still slightly flushed as he sat beside his classmate.

It had been so long since he felt his heart stir like this… it was almost as if Suguru had been in some sort of trance since his arrival at Jujutsu High, just going through the motions. Up until this very conversation, Suguru thought… —- well… he hadn’t even considered the idea of dating someone since moving to Tokyo, much less another sorcerer.  And for that other sorcerer to potentially be Satoru…?  His closest friend?

Now the young Gojo clan prodigy wasn’t the only one drowning in thought.

At the mention of having too much fun, though, Suguru was quick to express that all of this… well, whatever this was, wasn’t at Satoru’s expense.  He would never be so cruel as to toy with his best friend’s feelings.  ❝ Maybe… ❞  he started, as he cast his gaze back over to the line of trees in the distance, ❝ —-but having fun at your side just comes naturally.  Wouldn’t you agree? ❞  He bumped Satoru’s shoulder again with his own, hoping to pull him out of his head a bit.

❝ Oh right, your parents… ❞

Suguru knew he was entering dangerous territory, now —-- leaning over to whisper something into Satoru’s ear that was daring, and entirely too bold… but he just couldn’t help himself.

❝ —-I would tell them that their son is too preoccupied with thoughts of another boy to consider any marriage arrangements. And that if they want him to live up to his potential as the strongest sorcerer to be born in the last 400 years, they need to back off and trust him to make his own decisions. Or that same strength could very well be used against them, which would be such a shame… ❞

❝ Anyway! ❞  Suguru was suddenly moving to stand, grabbing his book from beside him and promptly placing it into his messenger bag. ❝ I think it’s about time we head to our next class.  Some of us don’t actually enjoy being late, you know. ❞

At that, Suguru offered the other boy a hand —- a peace offering of sorts, or at least a way to help get him off of the step he was currently melted into. 

❝ Come on, let’s go. ❞

[calummss]

1920s LOVE | KLAUS MIKAELSON

masterlist : part 2

summary: your cousins, the salvatore brothers, tell you to go straight home after school. an evil vampire has come to town and it’s too dangerous; so what happens when the original vampire appears in your house unannounced

pairing: fem! reader x klaus mikaelson

words: 1.9k

a/n: my first tvd imagine for literally the man i love the most. this fic has similarities to @frost-queen ‘s work as i requested the imagine to her before i started writing but i wanted to write it myself. so before you come at me she already knows as i asked her first!! :)

‘After that we miss our chance to make memories.’ You chimed with Bonnie and Elena, all of you smiling as the cool breeze filtered through your hair.

‘Caroline, I’m not that type of person and you know that!’ A giggle escaped your lips, your hands reaching for hers. ‘Besides, I promised Stefan that I’d go straight home after school.’

‘What even is he to you?’ Caroline pulled her most Caroline face ever.

‘Well he feels like my cousin, but technically he’s probably my great x1000 cousin or something. All I know is that I’m a Salvatore and that connects us.’

Caroline pondered for a moment, letting go of your hands and bracing herself. ‘Fine.’

You let out a breath.

‘But,’

You sighed.

‘You have to actually show up to the dance and not just for five minutes before disappearing with Jeremy to never be seen again.’

‘Fine.’ You threw your hands up in the air and walked away from the group. ‘I can’t wait Caroline! I’m going to have so much fun.’ You made fun of yourself, earning chuckles from the girls before they parted ways too.

Stefan, even though your cousin from hundreds of generations ago, acted like your big brother despite being your age (one could argue about that). Stefan and Damon felt more like brothers and that’s what you always referred to them as. Since you started living at the Boarding house and got told the type of lifestyle the brothers lived, they always made sure you were safe. You were truly grateful for that. Having someone actually care about your well-being and not just yell at you to bring food to the table even though you were only nine years old…it was family. But Stefan and Damon could be pushy when it did come to your safety. Especially since that really old vampire came to town and terrorised Mystic Falls’ supernatural citizens. Since you were a human; a human that knew of vampires and was friends with them so they didn’t want to take any chances. So like any other girl with overprotective brothers, you had no other choice but to go home.

You took your time walking back. The sounds of leaves rustling on the pavement. Red-orangey leaves tumbling across the cement. Whistling of the winds as it bolted through the trees.

You felt at peace. Peace you had longed for for a long time.

Arriving at the enormous house , you unlocked the door and threw your school bag next to the shoe rack, slumping your way down the hall, but someone caught your eye.

‘And you are?’ You asked the man whose eyes were glued onto you as you walked down the steps that led to the living room.

‘You don’t know me, love?’ The stranger cocked his head with a sneaky grin on his face.

‘No, otherwise I wouldn’t ask, dumbass.’

The man chuckled, slowly standing up and stepping forwards, ‘I’m Klaus Mikaelson, I think you might’ve heard of me.’

‘That scary old hybrid?’ You gasped, mouth wide open with a weird expression of positive surprise; but you weren't afraid.

‘In the flesh.’ He lifted his arms to his side, palms facing upwards like he stood in front of a civilisation that ought him to be a god.

‘No offence but I thought Klaus was some creepy old man…you're surprisingly hot.’ You confessed, ignoring the fact that you never spoke so directly to a stranger. ‘Well, I don’t know why you're here and I don’t think I care. I made food before I went to school so it should be done by now, do you want some?’ You walked past him, mumbling quietly, knowing he could hear you, and entered the kitchen where your tart from this morning stood.

‘How do I know that you won’t kill me?’ Klaus replied.

‘Well first, I actually don’t know how to kill you,’ you lifted your thumb and started to count the reasons. ‘I would be extremely dumb to even try and I really just want to know if my food tastes good.’

‘So not all the Salvatores are as dumb as the brothers.’ He relaxed his weight into one of the kitchen stools and eyed you up and down, scanning for something.

‘Is that a compliment or are you badmouthing me with mirroring words?’

‘I take that back.’

‘Arsehole.’ You scoffed and walked around the kitchen aisle to grab a plate from one of the cupboards.

‘So what exactly am I looking at,’ Klaus eyes the ceramic pan that you had set out on the island moments before, ‘it looks nice.’

‘It’s a strawberry tart with a layer of condensed whipped cream and a layer of red bean,’ you started to plate the first portion, ‘and before you start with ‘Red bean? oh my god that’s sooooo weird’, it’s a sweet type. Very popular in east Asia. It’s really good.’ You smiled at him and pushed a fork towards him. ‘I could never make something not tasty because I’m a good chef.’

Klaus chuckled, the corner of his mouth turning into a slight smile, yet his eyes were just as cold. Grabbing the fork you had placed before him, he took a piece with equal amounts of ingredients and placed it in his mouth.

You eyed him for a long second. He wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t frowning. He wasn’t doing anything. Klaus’ face was blank as the test sheet you had given Mr. Saltzman this morning in first period.

‘So?,’ your eyes still on his face, ‘is it good?’ you leaned in closer, eyes narrowing with a smile. You clicked with your tongue, index finger pointing at the so-called monster in joy, ‘Of course it is!’

Instead of answering your question, Klaus simply took another hit confirming the good taste.

‘I knew it!’ You drummed against the kitchen aisle, ‘Miss Salvatore could never fuck up a dish.’ Amused, you finally gave yourself a piece and enjoyed your tart. ‘So,’ you covered your mouth with your hand, ‘you’re a 1000 year old vampire that everyone’s scared of…why?’

‘I guess it’s because I’m an Original,’ he leaned forward, close enough to smell your scent, ‘Can I have another?’ He eyed the pan.

You nodded.

‘An original vampire,’ you nodded your head cooly. ‘That’s cool. But what brings you here? I doubt you’re vacationing in Mystic Falls. Anyone willing to do that must be boring and have no expectations,’

Klaus snickered in response, his intimidating yet charming eyes felt like they were pushing past your eyes. ‘I need something.’ He confessed.

‘What?’

‘Can’t tell you.’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’ll tell your brothers.’ He ate the last piece of tart on his plate and leaned against the counter.

‘They’re more like my cousins,’ you grabbed his plate and set it in the skink, starting to clear things away. ‘Million times removed.’

‘You’re human?’ His tone changed but you couldn’t quite make it out. Did you suddenly fall into his power-play-game?

You hummed in response, turning back to him and sitting down on one of the barstools.

‘Do you like it?’ He asked, some sort of genuineness coating his words.

You hesitated for a second. No one had ever asked you before if you preferred the life you were living. Not even Damon asked you and he was the first to be in favour of turning humans for fun.

‘Sometimes I guess, but the thrill of wanting to be a vampire is overbearing at times.’ You took a sip of water, ‘Stefan and Damon said they’d only ever turn me if there was no other option.’ You took a long pause. ’I feel vulnerable as a human and a spark of confidence couldn’t hurt me, right?’

Klaus turned his head forward, chuckling. ‘I think you already have that spark of confidence you’re talking about, love.’

‘Can I ask you a question? Technically it’s two but,’

‘Go ahead, darling.’

Darling—…Stop.

‘Since you’re a thousand years old,’ you turned your body to him, ‘what’s your favourite decade or era you lived in? Like the Victorian era, Tudor age, all that…what’s your most favourite?’

Klaus lingered a smile, seeming almost smitten with your curiosity and sensing a passion for the past.

‘Maybe the 1920s,’ Klaus said, your eyes instantly lighting up. ‘The music, the people, the aura…it was a great time.’

‘I’m jealous,’ your face fell to a pout, swinging the last drop of water down your throat and reaching for the jug to refill your glass. ‘I wish I experienced the twenties,’

‘I think you would’ve loved the 1920s London party scene.’

‘And do you miss it? The past, I mean. Or do you prefer the modern world? I mean certain aspects are obviously for the better but it must be lonely when everything and everyone you knew ceased to exist…I think I’d become lonely.’

‘I have my family.’

‘But humans,’ you cleared your throat, ‘Vampires,’ you corrected yourself. ‘Nonetheless need different people around them. Otherwise we’d go mad.’

‘I’m already mad.’

‘I heard.’ You let out a suppressed laugh. ‘Well anyway, there’s a 1920s decade dance next week and I don’t know if I’ll go. Apparently Mystic Falls is becoming dangerous for humans and I should only go out if completely necessary.’ Shrugging your shoulders, you got up from your chair when the front door suddenly opened and in a matter of seconds Stefan and Danon were standing in the kitchen.

Damon immediately seized your upper arm with force, pulling you closer to him. He scanned your face, then your torso, arms, legs, to see if Klaus had hurt you or compelled you but he didn’t find a single scratch.

‘What?’ Klaus finally stood up and eyes the brothers up and down. ‘You think I’d harm such excellent company?’

‘What did you do?’ Stefan chimed him defensively.

You broke from Damon’s grib and walked to the other side of the kitchen aisle so that you were now between the men. ‘He didn’t do anything. We ate cake and talked. That’s it.’

Stefan eyed you for a while, but he could tell you weren’t lying and there was no reason for you to cover for him so he accepted the scene in front of him.

‘We have what you want, Klaus,’ Damon hissed, ‘but not here. Leave her out of this.’

Klaus turned his head to look at you. ‘Fine,’ now facing back at Damon. ‘but don’t fuck me over again or I will make this living hell for you.’

Stefan pushed forward, ‘We’ll talk outside.’

Klaus followed Damon, Stefan behind him and turned around one last time leaving you a tad puzzled, ‘It was nice to meet you, love.’

‘You too.’

*1 week later*

Ding ding, Doorbell.

Ugh, you rolled off the couch and stomped towards the door.

‘Caroline I said I’m not going. I can’t be arsed and—oh my god.’ You swung the door open not to reveal the blonde girl that had been nagging at you all week.

Instead it was him. Klaus Mikaelson.

‘I— Ehm— What are you doing here?’

‘I’m here to take you to the 1920s, love.’

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🔪You know bestie can I have eple dating a female sanami. Nobody knows how they got together but it woks somhow.

🍎The femene looking guy who looks like a cinememon role but would kill you and the masculine looking female that wil actually kill (demons )

🔪Imagen Vil and rooks reaction eple dating them(how whoud they react to her scares ) and her helping epel out of his diet and skincare that vill put in his agenda (poor eple all he wants is to be seen as manly )

Her giving epel this to piss of Vil and rook

🍎image when the first time they hear epel fighting about not wanting to have the skincare routine and walking up on rook holding eple down wile Vil tries to start the skincare routine 💀

🔪But Have no worries his girlfriend is training him and he is picking up some of their manrims.

🍎(against Vil his will but not even rook could sneak up on eple's girlfriend because the litarly a traind demon slayer tha almost faces death on every mission a hunter like him is going to face difficulties )

This is radiating chaotic energy and I am thriving for it

Epel Felmier

You both are so ready to throw hands with anyone who speaks against your relationship. However, Epel knows his limits stop at Vil. You could easily overpower him and take him down if so desired. Years of demon slaying will do that to you.

No one truly knows how you both ended up together… except Jack because it happened at Spelldrive practice. You both kind of just yelled your confessions and then it was awkwardly quiet for a few moments.

A lot of people tend to confuse Epel for a girl, and it’s the exact opposite for you. A lot of people tend to mistake you for a guy. You don’t take it to heart, unless it's a “If I knew you were a girl, I would have done something differently than if you were a guy”. Then you will gladly show that guy who exactly you are.

Vil is unhappy at how you are such a bad influence on Epel. However, after a while, he sees that it might be better for the young student to have you in his life. Rook is indifferent towards it all. Vil looks your scars over, but he’s not disgusted. In his mind, scars tell a story… yours is just more harsh. 

I feel like you’d say that Spelldrive went longer than expected to cover for Epel. You’re a pretty good liar, so I imagine you’d come up with some believable stories. Contrary to the request, if Epel makes you angry, you will hoist him over your shoulder and carry him straight to Vil.

From there, you’d hold him in place as Vil starts the routine. Rook will be dying of laughter in the background, and Vil would have a smirk on his face. Both can tell that you are angry, but Epel just can’t get the hint, can he?

On the days where you don’t feel like sucker punching your boyfriend in the gut, you will gladly hand him the 13-in-1 bottle of Shampoo, Conditioner, Body Wash, Toothpaste, Mouthwash, Deodorant, Peanut Butter, Gatorade, Milk, Tin Foil, Tennis Shoes, Dental Floss and Eye Drops. It’s the only thing that “true men” have in their showers (you are kidding, you just want to see some violence).

Outside of practice, you will train him until his arms and legs feel like they could slide off easier than the old leggo I found on the beach when I was 4. I’m talking worse than Saitama’s workout, and it sounds like Hell in itself. 

Now, about people creeping up on you… it never works. You will do a sarcastic “ahhhh” if they’re lucky that they caught you on a good day. Otherwise you will show them what true fear feels like. I’m talking about the “more unhinged than you usually look” kind of thing.