#light blue roomie

[incorrectroomerang]

[theburgertv]

daily drawing 4: emotes

i recreated some discord emotes i liked today

[daisies-on-a-cup]

im sorry brown eyed community, i have failed you :(

[sweetshuga]

Roommates ✧ CS [Finale]

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

roomie!chris! Finding the truth about your roommate—his dirty little secrets.

Everything went back to normal after your confrontation. You decided to forget about it all and go on about your day without thinking about the weird feelings you had developed.

Even so, you couldn’t ignore the way he would look at you sometimes – like he was checking you out – which the rational part of your brain kept telling you it was just your imagination and that you were delusional.

All the ground rules swirled in your mind like a broken record.

You can’t help but feel a small twinge of guilt when you remembered all the times you’ve broken the rules—without him knowing.

Rule number 1: Do not fall for each other.

You felt that spark you shouldn’t have felt.

Rule number 2: Do not invade each other’s privacy.

You eavesdropped his alone time.

Rule number 3: Do not touch each other’s belongings.

You took his camo tee.

Rule number 4: Don’t invite guests over after dark.

You let your friend come over despite it being late.

Rule number 5: Respect each other’s boundaries.

You went into his room while he was out.

Rule number 6: Do not lie to each other.

You lied through your teeth about not knowing where his camo tee was.

Rule number 7, the final rule: Clean up after yourself.

The final rule is the only one you haven’t broken yet, what to say, you were a bit of a clean freak after all. Chris, too, always kept his room tidy and cleaned after himself around the dorm.

𓆩♡𓆪

One evening, as you lounged on the couch, you felt a sudden feeling in your gut. You tried to shrug it off, thinking it was just a light stomach ache, but the feeling didn’t go away, only worsened.

Annoyed, you stood up—determined to get rid of the feeling. And as you walked, you couldn’t help but peek into Chris’ room; he had gone out.

Your stomach churned with nerves as you slowly let yourself in his room, yet again. You had broken the rule already, it wouldn’t hurt to break it again, right?

Your gaze landed on his bedside drawer, curiosity sparked within you as you took subconscious steps towards it. You wanted to know if that thong was still inside the drawer you previously found it in, and there it was, the same peach coloured frilly lacy thong.

You let out a small gasp as you checked the size and brand—it was without a doubt yours. You stared at the scrunched up fabric in your hands, questions flooded your head, the loudest one being, "why?" You echoed your thoughts out loud.

Looking around his room, you stood up, the thong clutched in your hands as you hesitantly opened his closet—only to find various polaroids of you and a few more of your lingerie.

The sight was almost too much to handle and you closed his closet, leaning against it, you murmured quietly, "what the fuck..." Confusion etched on your features.

You took a deep breath and turned around, facing the closet door once again and opened it. Crouching down as you inspected the polaroids. They were of you sleeping, looking away, cooking– he had taken them when you weren’t looking or paying attention.

"Jesus..." You breathed out, "what is all this?" Your hands reached for the lingerie. Pink lacy thongs, blue frilly ones, black g-strings—every one of them yours.

𓆩♡𓆪

Closing his bedroom door, you headed straight into your room. You plopped on your bed – looking up at the ceiling – with a drop in your gut. You only now knew who you were living under a roof with. A sick fucker, disguised by his good looks and innocent behaviour.

Despite your thoughts and the fright you felt, there was a small smile on your face—as if you were relishing in the newfound attention.

You weren’t as scared as you should’ve been, instead, his obsession with you seemed to make your heart race, in a sick, twisted way.

𓆩♡𓆪

When Chris arrived back to the dorm, he noticed that his room door was slightly ajar, and as he entered it, his heart dropped to the floor.

The things he so desperately wanted to hide – his dirty little secrets – were scattered all across his bed and floor. Lingerie and Polaroids adorning his once tidy room.

His heart raced with fear and excitement as he looked back at your bedroom door, closed but with a note stuck on it.

"I know."

𓆩♡𓆪

Rule number 7: Clean up after yourself.

You had left it messy, on purpose.

𓆩♡𓆪

rule. 1 2 3 4 5 6

wc. 754

note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. This is the last part of the blurb series! But spoiler? I'm writing the full length fanfic to the series! Dunno when I'll finish it, let's just say I got a writers block kinda situation going on right now, sucks ass but yeah... At least this one is the longest in the series. And as much as I want to continue this series, the rules are limited sooo... Here we are, saying goodbye to roomie!chris, for now ♡

Also, the fact that the blurb series started off with a cute little fluff kinda thing to this? Plot twist hoes 😋

Taglist: @certified-sturniolo @sturnioloszn @ashlishes @slut4brunettes @wpcne8sr @ribread03 @poolover123 @h3arts4nat @freakbob15

xoxo 𓆩♡𓆪

© sweetshuga

[lucidfairies]

drummer girl [a.a]

pairing: punk drummer!abby x reader

summary: dina dragged you to a bar for a concert, and you naturally thought it would be lame as hell... you were wrong!

warnings: sub!top!abby, dom!bottom!reader, poc friendly (if it's not lemme know ASAP), begging, praise kink, face riding, cunnilingus [r], mommy kink uh [r], squirting, tribbing AHHHH, orgasm denial, masturbation

wc: 3.6k

collaborators: @enbesbian / @enbesbians

"please, I will seriously pay you to come with me," dina begged, following you around the kitchen as you put away dishes. "you know how important this is to me, I can't just go alone!! I need you there. you're my wing woman."

you sighed, running your hands down your face. "dina, this is my one night off a week. why would I want to spend it at some bar seeing a band that I don't even like?" she frowned.

"how would you know that you don't like them if you've never listened to them before? just come with. you spend all your time at home and that's not how a young, beautiful college student should be spending her life." you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm.

"look.. if I agree to come with you-" she squealed, "you're doing the dishes all month. deal?" dina clapped her hands and grinned.

"perfect. deal. now, let's go pick out your outfit." she grabbed your arm and pulled you in the direction of your bedroom, skipping all the way there while you walked.

you and your roommate dina had lived together for two years, ever since you met each other on campus. the first year was in a dorm... but that didn't really count. ever since then, you had become best friends, and essentially did everything together.

the first time dina mentioned this concert was two weeks ago, when she casually brought up that she was talking to a rockstar (her words). rockstar was a stretch, seeing as the band only had a few thousand followers on insta, but they were big on tiktok.

now, she was claiming that you had to come so that it wouldn't be awkward if her and this rockstar met up backstage and talked, and she wouldn't take no for an answer - no matter how much you said it.

that's how you got here, dolled up in cargos and a corset, going to see a band that you've never heard of with your asshole of a roomie. at least she blew your hair out for you and assisted with your makeup.

"jesus dina, it's packed. I thought you said this was gonna be a lowkey thing." you frowned. she didn't even bother answering, just locked her hand in yours and tugged you to the front of the crowd.

"you'll survive if you stop whining, y/n. just relax. you're way to wound up, I should get you a blunt." before you could ask her not to leave, she was gone. you didn't want a blunt, at least not right now - dealing with this many people high would probably give you a seizure.

the lights dimmed before dina got back, and when she did, she had two fruity drinks with her. "drink up, mama. tonight's gonna be so much fun."

the band was rock, and their lead singer and guitarist was the girl that dina was drooling over. her name was something like ellie, or eliza. you couldn't really remember, and the drink that she gave you was strong as shit.

maybe she was right, maybe you did just need to loosen up. by the time the drink was finished, you were grabbing her hands and dancing to the music with her, letting the alcohol take over your senses for a little while.

dina spun you, and while you were mid spin, you caught the eyes of someone on stage, and suddenly you felt incredibly sober, even if you were still buzzing. you let dina dance with herself for a minute as you tried to catch another glimpse of the drummer, but ellie was moving so much that you could barely see anything.

finally, ellie moved to a stationary microphone to play a slower song, and you could see the drummer in full view; hair pulled off her face revealing her blue eyes, high cheek bones, sharp jaw. she was in a loose muscle tee, and had a few layered necklaces from what you could tell, and she was looking at you.

you slapped dina's arm lightly and she turned to you, smiling like she had just downed four more cups of whatever you were drinking. "who's their drummer?" you yelled.

"that's abby," she yelled back, "you can meet her later." she went back to dancing, while you turned back to the drummer, abby, who was now focused on her music as she sang chords with ellie.

when her portion of the song was over, she looked back up for a moment and locked eyes with you again. you were truly the only one she was looking for, out of the few hundred people in the crowd. there was just something so perfect about the way the light hit you, making your face glow and your body look exquisite. you looked like an angel.

the concert went on for another hour or two, you weren't exactly tracking. all you knew were abby's eyes, and you didn't seek to be knowledgeable about anything else but her. you had to know her. had to have her.

when ellie sat her guitar down at quarter past eleven, you felt like you were being stabbed. the night was over. people were leaving. the band was walking off stage. "will you stay here while I go talk to ellie?"

"I thought I came to make it less awkward when you talked to ellie," your eyebrows knit in confusion.

"please don't hate me but I lied to get you out of the house," she was already backing up, "I'm gonna go do adult things with her so.. stay here. you're my ride." she turned on her heel and sped back stage while you scoffed. she was dead when she got back.

you slid into one of the booths and scrolled on your phone for a while, actually following the band's insta and tiktok. your phone was dying, and you needed the charge to get home, so you sighed and sat it down, staring at your hands while you picked your nails.

"did your friend leave you?" you looked up as you heard a voice, undoubtedly directed towards you. and. fuck. it was her - the drummer who you were making eyes with for three hours, who you were convinced you were never going to see again.

"she's in the back hooking up with ellie," abby snickered, cheeks a little rosey. you noticed some equipment she must've sat down, and you wondered how long she had been standing there before you acknowledged her.

"yeah, that checks. the door was locked when I tried to get my stuff." a silence fell between the two of you, and you tried to think of anything you could say.

"you had a really nice show," you broke the silence, smiling nervously, "I've never heard you guys play before tonight. it was crazy good." she stuffed one of her hands in her pocket and rubbed the back of her neck.

"thanks so much," she was practically giggling at the compliment. "uh, I gotta put some stuff away and head out.. d'ya think I could get your number?" you took her phone quickly, putting your number and name into it. you handed it back to her, smiling.

"abby, let's fucking go already," a man yelled into the bar from outside, looking at her with an annoyed expression.

she broke your eye contact to flip him off, then smiled. "I should probably go.. I'll text you." she picked up her bags and took them out to a van, then got it. dina came out seconds later, hair disheveled and makeup smudged.

"I don't wanna know." you said, sliding out of your booth and walking towards the car, your arm over her shoulders and her arm around your waist.

- - -

an hour later, your phone buzzed. ideally, you should've been asleep, but you couldn't get over the prior interaction. how could someone get over that? a hot drummer, with arms for days (something you couldn't see on stage) and the prettiest face, wanted your number.

hey it's abby :)

you responded with your name and asked her how her night was, and the following hours were spent talking about random things until the sun came up. she told you about this annoying guy in her band, talked about her tattoos, explained why she became a drummer. you were essentially head over heels.

it wasn't until late in the morning that she asked you to dinner, but that hardly mattered. she asked you to dinner. abby. the insanely hot drummer.

"dina, help," you ran into her room, throwing your phone onto her bed and running your hands through your hair, tugging at your roots. "abby asked me out. I haven't gone on a date in years, what do I wear? what do I say?"

"abby as in.. drummer abby? ellie's abby?" you nodded and she gaped. "girl, you have game!! everyone wants abby and she wants you. this is big news. where are you guys going?" dina got out of her bed, dragging you back to your room to assist in your tragedy.

you weren't going anywhere fancy, just some pizza place, but dina seemed to have all the answers to every question. she gave you baggy jeans and a cute crop to wear, helping you style your hair and giving you a kiss on the cheek before she left to let you do your makeup.

"I would hit," dina joked when you came out of your bedroom. "but for real, you look so hot. she's so lucky." you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help yourself from grinning. you and abby didn't halt your texting after she asked you out, and the more you learned about her, the more you liked her.

"does the jacket ruin the outfit?" you asked, pouting in the body mirror in the hallway.

"no babe, you're just overthinking. be safe, no sex without protection, talk about boundaries, if you need me call me. I love you, have fun!" dina pushed you out the door and shut it behind you, prohibiting you from second guessing yourself.

and dinner went... better than anything you could've thought. somehow, every bad thought, every intrusive thought, just relaxed around her. you weren't worried that she wasn't going to like your outfit, especially after the way she praised your body like a temple. you weren't worried about anything.

did it count as u-hauling if you absolutely undoubtedly knew she was the one?

she insisted on driving you home, claiming that Ubers were way too unsafe for such a pretty girl like you, and spent the drive back to your house singing along to music on the radio.

when she arrived at your apartment building, she walked you up to the door, blushing like a mad woman and smiling. "I.. um, we.. we have a gig next week, same place and time if you.. y'know.. wanna come."

"I'll be there. front row." you smiled, taking a small step forward. "is this when we say goodnight?" you giggled. she cupped your jaw and leaned in, lips hovering over yours.

"can I kiss you, y/n?" her mouth quirked into a smirk as you pressed your lips into hers. you felt that smirk under your lips disappear as your tongue breeched her lips, and your teeth took ahold of her bottom lip. after a while, she pulled away, cheeks still red. "sorry.. if we keep going I might start moaning."

"hm," you shrugged, "I'll see you next week, drummer girl."

- - -

dina was on the phone, hyping you up for tonight's concert and apologizing for being unable to come. she was away for this week, visiting family, which conveniently left your house empty. it wasn't the first date anymore, right? that meant it was okay to do things now, and you were certainly thinking about it.

"girl you should get some action tonight!" dina squealed, "it's the perfect night. she'll be all hot and sweaty, and the house will be empty."

"d, we've been dating for a week. we're not even official." you laughed, propping the phone up as you touched up your hair and makeup.

"you're lesbians, babe. you could've never talked before and be fucking right now." you grinned, getting up and giving dina a full fit check. tonight's fit was parachute pants, a tube bra, and a bomber jacket.

"okay, I gotta leave. see you soon, my love." you kissed the screen then hung up, calling your Uber and heading to the bar. just like last time, the joint was packed, and it was incredibly harder to get to the front of the crowd than last time.

abby waved from between her drums, smiling. you waved back, smiling the same. she looked so good; hair down, pasties hardly covering anything but her nipples, tits on display. you couldn't wait to see her up close, have her pressed against you as she kissed you.. or other things.

they played spectacularly, blowing the minds of everyone who didn't know how amazing they were. when ellie gave closing remarks, you instinctively moved towards the door to backstage, waiting for someone to let you in.

ellie came out, smiling at you as she held the door open. you slipped in, finding abby in one of the backrooms packing up her stuff. "hey baby," you shut the door behind her, coming towards her. she looked up, grinning at you and pulling you in for a kiss.

you pulled away, taking in her appearance. the pasties covered less up close, and her abs, which you hadn't known she had, were perfectly sculpted and the waistband of her boxers were showing off from under her cargos, and she looked absolutely delicious. but aside from that, her blonde happy trail was leading to places you had to see.

"did you enjoy the show?" she was blushing again, noticing your gaze on her body.

"yeah, but I enjoyed the view more." you pulled her in again, kissing her harsher than before, running your hands down her waist and over her stomach. she gasped into your mouth when you ran your fingers above and between the ridges of her abs. "wanna go back to mine?"

"hell yeah I do." and that's how you ended up in her car, with her hand on your thigh, as you directed her to your apartment. you guys stumbled in, trying to get in as fast as possible. you kicked off your shoes and pressed your mouth to hers again, pulling at her neck as you stumbled towards your bedroom.

she fell back, pulling you into her lap and kissing your neck. hickies traced her path as she grabbed everything, gently grinding your hips or tugging at your shirt. the moment you ran your hands over her tits, she started whining like a bitch in heat. "please touch me, please put your hands on my tits baby, please," she pressed her nose into your jaw, moaning when you peeled the pasties off and started flicking her nipples.

her back arched against your hand, nipples clearly sensitive. she got louder when you kissed her chest, then took her nipple in your mouth, grabbing at your hair and trying to hold your head there. "does that feel good, sweetheart?" you asked, almost condescending because everyone in the room knew the answer.

"s'good. so good," she kissed your neck softly as she ran her hands over your sides and pulled your tube top up and off, letting your tits spill out. her tongue was on them in no time, licking and sucking and nipping. "please top me," she mumbled once she kissed her way back up to your neck.

"what was that, abs?" you giggled when she whimpered.

"want you to top me, mommy." you stood, shimmying off your pants and underwear and pulling your hair up.

"on your knees in front of me, angel." she hurried up, kneeling in front of you as you positioned yourself on the bed. she placed her hands on the sides of your thighs and pulled you forward slightly, kissing the inside of your thighs. "wanna eat my pussy?"

"yes, please let me," you grabbed her by her hair and pushed her head into your cunt, hearing her muffled moans. she licked a fat stripe up to your clit, sucking it into her mouth and licking harshly.

"fuck.. you were made to get on your knees, huh?" your voice came out as a pant, and you groaned when she moaned into your pussy. her boxers were weeping, drenched in how you made her feel. it was like she was being punched in a good way, in a way that made her clit ache and beat.

she continued to suck your clit as her middle finger gathered your slick and pushed into you, whining again at the easy intrusion. it's like she was getting off on getting you off, and you were living for it. but you definitely weren't going to let her cum until you'd had your fill.

when she added a second finger, your stomach was already flipping. she curled them up, matching her finger speed with the speed she was sucking your clit, and you felt the familiar tingle in your legs, that shot up to your stomach. "gonna come," you moaned, letting your head fell back as you saw stars.

she milked every last drop, waiting until you were absolutely finished to pull her fingers out. you cocked your eyebrow and almost instantly she sucked your cum off her fingers, eyes blown and dark. "what do you want, abby?" you asked, gently wrapping your hand around her throat so that she looked up at you.

"want you to sit on my face," she swallowed hard, "please, I can make you feel so good, I promise I'll make you feel good," you were definitely nervous, but you complied, letting her adjust and lay back on your bed, beckoning for you to climb over.

you placed your thighs on either side of her head and hovered, watching as she admired your pussy. her eyes were wide but the blue had almost turned grey, absolutely entranced by you. "you look so pretty, don't you?" you cooed.

you ran your hands down your body, spreading your lips with your fingers so that she could see just how wet you were. her jaw dropped, and you could feel her warm breath against you. you messed with your clit for a moment above her before sinking two of your fingers right into your hole.

you fucked yourself slowly, moaning as you hit your g-spot over and over. abby was just watching, eagerly waiting until you let her have her turn. you fucked yourself right until you came, pulling your fingers out and letting it drip onto her face.

"I need you to let me fuck you," she huffed, eyes still focused on your center as she stuck out her tongue. she finally looked up at you, so you tangled your hands in her hair and sunk down, letting her do the rest.

you ground your hips against her tongue until she slowed your hips and maneuvered her hands to rub your clit with her thumb, tongue fucking you as deep as she could.

she was mumbling incoherent things into your cunt, whining about how she never wanted to stop eating you out. you briefly pulled up, letting her get air. "you taste so good," she moaned, panting, "never wanna stop," the last word got cut off as you sat back down.

abby was having the time of her life - head tightened between the thighs of an absolutely gorgeous girl as you rode her face. but she was so fucking wet, and you had yet to do anything but touch her tits, and she was desperate for you. she needed you to tell her what to do and where to be.

your stomach flipped, the overstimulation from your last orgasm hitting you hard as you got close. "want me to come on your face, abby? wanna make a mess?" abby whimpered, vibrations pushing you over the edge.

after a few moments, you rolled off of her and fell next to her, breathing heavily. you sat up, moving between her legs. her stomach fluttered at the thought of cumming on your fingers or tongue. "you're soaking the sheets, princess." her hips bucked as you gently ran your thumb over her clit and down her slit.

you spread her legs then lifted one and straddled her hip, hovering again. "what-what are you doing?" she stuttered, but you didn't bother to answer as you lowered yourself down, cunts clashing as you rolled your hips forward. "fuck.. feels so good mommy,"

abby was practically screaming. her moans were almost shrieks at how heavenly it felt. she had never done something like this before, most of the time it was lowkey with her other partners and all they wanted was the strap - but this. this was different.

your pussy was covered in her slick and it felt phenomenal, she was pulsing and throbbing and so wet. you grabbed one of her tits harshly and pulled at her nipple, twisting it right as your clit landed against hers.

"I can't-I can't, fuck, m'gonna cum, m'gonna cum," abby wasn't ready for whatever feeling came next, but it was different - abrupt. there was no buildup, and it was probably the strongest orgasm she'd ever had.

you lifted off of her slightly, watching white pour from her swollen cunt, and giggling as she squirted. her head was back, chest rising and falling rapidly as she came down from her high. "you squirted all over my pussy, baby." she propped herself up on her elbows and blushed.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled as you climbed off of her.

"you don't need to apologize, sweet girl," she smiled into your mouth as you kissed her, pulling her in by her neck. "we should go shower, what do you think?"

"sounds good to me." let's just say that the shower was not rated pg.

a/n: this ended lowkey super weird BUT that's okay. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO FERN FOR HELPING MEEEEE they literally wrote this guys. go check on the art this was based on and give it SO MUCH LOVE or I'll hurt u ty ty. next time she'll fuck u with her sticks 😚

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Isn't she pretty? 1870 Victorian in Marengo, IL has 3bds, 1.5ba, $325k.

Light, bright, open entrance hall. I don't even mind that they painted the moldings white, b/c look at the original front door, paneled walls and original floors.

Beautiful keeping room where guests sat to wait for the host to appear.

Lovely light blue sitting room. It's got white woodwork, but it all seems to be there, even the ceiling molding and a small medallion.

It looks like they use this as a TV room. It's so nice when people actually use the house.

This is nice and appears to have an original light fixture. Not sure about the fireplace, though.

The dining room is so pretty. Looks like there're pocket doors, too. I'm wondering if they restored this house, b/c the fireplaces have been replaced by non-working ones.

The kitchen's cute and has a modern/vintage look.

Chef's stove. Look at the lanterns.

There's a vintage sink and a fridge in the pantry.

Isn't this fun? They have an antique penny lock on the powder room door, that was used in a public restroom.

The bedrooms are blank slates. In the primary bd. the panels can be painted a different color or finished with wallpaper. There's a small walk-in closet, too.

Bd. #2 also has a closet.

Bd. 3 is quite large. They're waiting for some beautiful decor and look at the carpet. It's brand new.

The bath has a lovely sink vanity made from an antique piece.

The tub looks so elegant with its gold feet. Nice job.

I don't know why they list 3 bds., b/c here's a nice roomy 4th.

Plus, a 5th. And, they all have closets. Maybe b/c there's only 1 bath?

In the back hall, there's a laundry room under the stairs.

This is lovely. A large screened in porch off the pantry.

There's a small patio and a beautiful garden.

Full 1 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/406-W-Prairie-St-Marengo-IL-60152/5033844_zpid/

[thegatesofsilverandbone]

The move-in day buzzed with a blend of excitement and nerves as Ethan lugged his final box into his new dorm room. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. He expected an empty room, but someone was already there—an athletic, wiry guy hunched over a pile of posters, grinning widely.

"Arjun, dude!" the guy exclaimed, hopping up with enthusiasm and giving Ethan a firm clap on the shoulder. "You finally made it!"

"Uh… actually, my name’s Ethan," he started, but something about the correction felt… off. It was like a word on the tip of his tongue, but it slipped further away the more he thought about it. He shrugged it off. Maybe he just had one of those faces. Or, maybe… had he told his roommate his name was Arjun as a joke?

"Right… Arjun," his roommate said, grinning as if sharing an inside joke. "I’m Wes. Roomie for the year!" He ran a hand through his wavy blonde hair, blue eyes shining with genuine warmth. Ethan—or, was it Arjun?—felt an odd pang of familiarity with Wes, as though they’d shared summers at the lake and late-night burrito runs.

Ethan shook his head to clear the fog and went about unpacking. Each time Wes would chat or call him over to look at something, he’d call him "Arjun," and each time, something about Ethan seemed to shift. The first time Wes asked, "Hey, Arjun, do you need a hand?" Ethan's skin prickled with an odd sensation. He didn’t notice it right away, but later, when he looked down, he realized his skin looked a little warmer in tone, more tanned than usual.

A slight tickle ran along his jaw as he unpacked, but he ignored it until he saw himself in the mirror hanging over his bed. He did a double-take. Light stubble—something he normally only needed to shave every couple of days—was peppering his jawline, and his usually pale complexion had a faintly bronzed hue to it. Weird, he thought, scratching at the whiskers, but they felt almost… right.

The more Wes called him "Arjun," the more that nickname sank in, like a melody he’d known all along. Later, as they went to grab pizza and Wes casually slung an arm around him, a sense of comfort rolled over him. This was his best friend, right? Wes had been with him through thick and thin since… Ethan hesitated. Since high school? Or… some other memory just out of reach.

They returned to the dorm and collapsed on the couch, laughing over shared stories—stories that, as Ethan recounted them, grew increasingly hazy and strange. In one moment, he could almost remember his childhood, but in the next, his memories blended with unfamiliar snippets of sunny afternoons, playing cricket with a group of friends back home, laughing and shouting in a language that felt native yet distant.

By the time Wes leaned back, nudging him and saying, "Gonna be a great year, huh, Arjun?" Ethan felt a warm confidence growing within him, a subtle buzz in his muscles. His shoulders felt broader, his chest a little thicker. He tugged at the hem of his shirt as it began to feel tighter around his frame. A sense of pride welled up in him, especially when Wes looked over with admiration.

After a long day, the two decided to settle in for the night. Ethan—or Arjun, as he now felt more and more like—caught his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth. His facial hair had thickened, covering his jaw in a more defined, dark stubble that highlighted his increasingly angular jawline. The golden blond hair he’d grown up with now had a richer, darker hue, hints of chestnut streaking through his curls. His arms had thickened too, adorned with a dusting of hair that matched the deeper, tawny tone of his skin.

When he glanced down, the words on his shirt looked unfamiliar. They were emblazoned in bright Hindi letters, and his heart beat a little faster with excitement. He slipped it off, catching sight of his reflection again. His torso, lean and athletic, was now dusted with a faint covering of dark hair, and his once-slight physique had taken on a more powerful, built look—still wiry, but clearly honed by hours in the gym.

“Arjun,” Wes’s voice called from the other side of the bathroom door. "Come on, man, hurry up, we gotta get some sleep. I’ve got plans for us tomorrow."

Arjun felt a thrill at the idea of tomorrow with Wes. They’d planned the year together, hadn’t they? As he washed up, memories of the two of them meeting over the summer at orientation flooded his mind: the instant connection, the shared laughs, and how they’d already been inseparable. They were more than just roommates, weren't they? The idea swirled through his mind as he joined Wes back in their room, a smile tugging at his lips.

Laying in bed, he replayed their conversations from the day, his heart beating a little faster. His mind drifted to Wes’s athletic frame, the way his blonde hair caught the light, his easygoing, dopey laugh. He was lucky—so incredibly lucky—to room with his best friend, his boyfriend. Why had he been so nervous earlier?

Arjun drifted off to sleep, his mind full of the memories they’d make this year, two souls growing closer than ever. And as he slept, the final remnants of Ethan faded, replaced by Arjun’s hopes for a year filled with laughter, love, and countless moments with Wes, his boyfriend.

[spidybaby]

do another pedri the type ❤️ please

Pedri the type 2

Summary: The type of boyfriend Pedri would be in different situations of life.

Warnings: cursing.

He's the type to do activities with you without questioning them.

"Okay, now that's a coffee cup." You giggle. "Look at mine." You say, showing him your cup.

He smiles, looking at how happy you look with your work. "Está guapa eh!" He smiles. "I'm painting mine blue and red, like the club."

You try to decide what color you should paint your cup. You wanted something cute, maybe some pastels.

"Try some light green." He suggests. "Or some white and some flowers."

You nod, doing the flowers one. You grab a white coat of paint, making sure to create an even canvas for your painting.

You two work on your own pieces. Laughing at how concentrated and cute your faces made. Pedri showed you his work, explaining the drawing he did.

"Muy guapa," He says, looking at your cup. "Mine has a small dog, like nilo."

You smile at how much you love doing these activities. You love that he takes the free time he has to spend it with you.

He's the type to let you ramble about your day. If it's bad, he let you talk your anger out. If it's good, he celebrates with you.

"Una putada!" You say, frowning. "He fucked up and decided to throw me under the bus by saying it was me."

He passed the salt to you. Letting you talk about your day, letting you get your frustration out.

"I had to stay two extra hours." You move the pasta you were cooking. "And they told me that I need to go to work this weekend."

You slam the kitchen rag on the counter. Frustrated. He grabs two plates, serving the pasta on them.

"Want some cheese?" He asks.

"Si," you say. "A lot." You pout.

He nods, adding extra extra cheese to your plate. He brings the plates to the table, watching you serve the drinks.

"And my bubblegum fell on the ground today." You pout, handing him his drink.

You frown for a little, staying quiet. He's smiling, trying not to chuckle at how you look. Looking at your food with your serious face.

You sigh, relaxing a little now that you told him about your day. You stop the frown on your head, sipping your drink.

"How was your day?" You ask him, now smiling.

He smiles back, grabbing your hand and kissing it. "It was good. Today, I scored the winning goal of my team."

We all know his parents and Fer live with him, so I think he's the type to crash your place. Like on a random Thursday, you would get back home and find him watching a cartoon.

You open the door, watching the video your friend sent you. You leave your bag on the couch. Taking your shoes off and walking to your room.

You noticed the sound of the TV. Thinking that maybe you didn't turn it off. You hit yourself mentally.

You open the door, finding a very concentrated Pedri. He's eating some pistachios, enjoying some Sponge Bob.

"Hola, pepi." You smile happily. You move closer to him, kissing his lips. "What are you watching."

He moves to the side, so you fit on the bed with him. You join him, hugging his side. "I'm watching Sponge Bob." He says happily, kissing your hair.

He offers you some of his snack and drink. You accepted happy. You love watching cartoons and better if you have him by your side.

He's the type to add his touch to your place. Even if it's a room on your parents' house, a room on a shared house with roomies, your own place. He would add his touch.

"Pedri, this is too much." You say, rolling your eyes at him. "You just got me a new TV. The gifts need to stop."

Pedri stands with his hands on his waist, smiling at his new purchase. A new ps5 with a cover on your favorite color.

"It's your favorite color." He says. "And the controller is the same color." He points at it.

You shake your head, smiling at how cute he looks. "Amor, thank you for the thought of picking the PS5 with a cover of my favorite color." You say, hugging him. "Thank you for the new TV, for the drinks you got me, for the snacks and everything else you got me."

"You don't have to thank me." He smiles, hugging me harder. "I'm going to teach you how to play, I even got you your own fifa."

You frown, still smiling. "Amor, I can't play fifa."

"That's why I have my own controller." He points you at the boxes. "I'm teaching you how to play."

You feel his happiness and instantly feel really happy. He was doing this as a way to spend time with you and to let you into his favorite things to do.

When you do your makeup, he will try to ask you what for is everything you use, even if it's only mascara and blush. He would ask.

"And why do you wet the strawberry?" He asks.

You laugh, taking the water excess out of your strawberry shaped sponge. "It's because if you wet your sponge, it gives the skin a more natural finish."

He nods, paying attention to your movements. You grab your concealer, applying some to your undereyes.

"I know what that's for." He smiles.

He looks at you with puppy eyes. You tell him about different things.

"Why are you leaving that white powder?" He asks, confused.

You chuckle. "This is called baking. It's a makeup technique." You smile. "I like how it makes my makeup look."

"And this other powder?" He points at the compact.

"It's bronzer. It's used to contour the frame of the face." You say, showing him how you do it. "I apply it on my nose to mark it."

He can't help his smiles.

"Can I help you with your blush?" He asks.

You nod, passing him the brush. "You can pick the shade." You show him the options. "I have rare beauty, I have fenty, I have some bissu." You place the blushes in front of him.

"I like this shade." He grabs the blush. "Can I use this?"

You nod. "Si, dale."

You love how he's so careful and caring. Kissing your nose when he's done. He grabs your hips, making you turn back to the mirror.

"Do you feel bonita?" He asks. Remembering the tik tok sound. You nod, smiling at him. "Wonderful because you look bonita." He hugs you.

He's the type to watch you do your skincare routine. He would stare at you in awe.

You apply your cream, feeling a lot better now that your skin is clean and your fresh. You feel more relaxed.

You turn back to the room. Finding Pedri's eyes focused on you. "You okay, pepi?" You ask him.

He nods, giving you a half smile. His eyes never leave yours. You smile back at him, turning back to the mirror to keep applying your next step.

You grab your last step. From time to time, you look over the mirror to where he is. You notice that his eyes are still focused on you.

You place everything back in order. Taking a last look in the mirror and walking out of the bathroom.

You walk over to where he is. Grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips and forehead. "Night Night, pepi." You smile.

"Night Night, preciosa."

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl

[leah-lover]

First time. Alessia russo x reader.

Smut 18+

Alessia's first time.

You loved England camp. You didn’t get to see a lot of your friends because you played abroad. So you get to make up for lost time. Since the beginning of your career Alessia lotte you have climbed every ladder together. Then at the beginning of your international career you added Ella to the mix. The 4 of you were inseparable.

You spent a few years at Man United and your relationship with Ella and Alessia got even stronger. You seem to understand each other just by eye contact.

After a few years at United you got picked to go to france. This move affected your relationship greatly because you didn't have timùe to hang out, or talk at all. This drives a little wedge in your relationship.

The only time you guys hung out was in camp.

This time was no different, after training and the team dinner, you lotte, ella and alessia went to your and alessia’s roomù to hang out.

The conversation flew by as you caught up with their lives.

“ So are you seeing anyone?” asked lotte who was sitting next to me in bed, ella and alessia were in the opposite bed.

“ define seeing.” you replied.

“ dating.” she clarified.

“ Well that's not it, but I have been with people, yes.” you answer with all honesty. “ What about you lessi.” you ask.

“ You see less face blush and she turns red quickly. '' I still haven't found the one, '' she replied.

“ It's not about the one lessi bear, it's about basic human needs.” you add.

“ Well no not for me. I want to feel safe and comfortable and I still haven't found the person yet.” she says now turning completely flushed.

“ Well I think you are less beautiful and that person would be lucky.” you say

“ stop it you lot flirt with each other when we are not here.” said Ella jokingly.

“ I think that's our que toone . I am tired, let's go.”

“But i'm having a blast” she complained which earned her a smack on the arm. They quickly got up and left.

You were left with your roomie and you both went separately to do your nighttime routine. After a while you were both comfy in your separate beds but neither one of you could sleep.

“Do you think I am wrong for waiting?” She asked out of the blue.

“ I don't think you are wrong but I think you are missing out.” You responded with your eyes closed. The only light source in the room was a small lamp in the far corner so you couldn't read Alessia’s face but you heard her shift to her side facing you.

“ I think I waited too long . I am just embarrassed.” She says

“ No, the point you made about needing someone you trust is valid.” You responded. You feel her progressing blue eyes staring at you but you don't look back afraid of what you will see.

“Look at me.” she ordered.

You slowly shift to face her only seeing her shape because the room was dark.

“Less, don't mess with me.”

“ I trust you. I… you know.”

“ I don't actually.”

“Please come here.”

You obey her order, go next to her and slip under her covers.

“ Use your words start girl “

“Please kiss me.’

You do as she says, and give her the sweetest, most lovely kids in the world.

“ We can stop if you want to.” You insist

“No, I want this. I want you. I want to feel you.” She says before groping your face and kissing you sensually.

You stay like that for a while before you move to her neck and kids it softly. Then get coalker bone Al while you hands are roaming her body and hers are feeling yours.

Alessia was patient, she didn't rush to ask for anything, she was the most perfect girl.

“ You are such a good girl baby.” You say when you take off her shirt and bra to test if she would like it. You only got a sweet little moan in response.

“You are so beautiful.” You praise her as you move to her breasts.

You give each one a good amount of kissing and attention wanting to use other things so as not to overwhelm her.

You then slide your hands in her panties discovering the wet patch

“Somebody is excited.” You whisper in her ear only to see that her eyes were glued shut

“You are the most beautiful, perfect girl in the world. You are doing exactly what you should do, which is to enjoy yourself.” you whisper again in her ear soothing her.

She relaxed before she jumped again when your finger touched her swollen clit.

“It's okay baby girl.” You whisper again soothing her

You start rubbing little circles on her clit. You find a place that you think satisfied her as she becomes a moaning mess

“ Less I am gonna slip my finger inside you stop me when you feel uncomfortable.” You say to which she nodded.

“ No less your words please.”

“Okay I will.” She says while panting.

The first finger you slid in was painful as you watched her mix up a moan with a hiss. But when you loosened her up and slid the second one she got comfortable.

After a while of fucking her she says.

“Please I.. am… go…” she stutters.

“ It's okay, star girl, come for me baby. Come on my fingers.” You say as she releases the filthiest moans and comes on your fingers.

“That is a baby Ride it out.” You say kidding her again

‘ that was fucking amazing.”;She says.

“I am supposed to return the favor right?” she asks nervously.

“ Not today you need to rest.” You respond.

“Can you sleep next to me tonight?” She asks .

“Okay.” You say kissing her again.

[mikaaki]

✧ ⁠— COLD HEART OF SNEZHNAYA

characters : tartaglia / childe / ajax

warnings : fem ! reader ( she / her pronouns ) , angst ( no comfort ) , childe & reader have a son. childe leaving. ALSO POSSIBLE MAJOR SPOILERS?? mentions of the reader being pregnant & labor. death threats. SIGNORA & SCARAMOUCHE SPOILERS

word count : 1.5k

notes : i am so sorry.

also i haven’t written in months so welcome back me !!🫶 i wrote this in like 30 minute so i am so sorry if it came out choppy

being a harbinger had never been an easy task. surviving the abyss , climbing the ranks of the fatui , and surviving constant attacks from enemies was not a lifestyle for the weak.

it also wasn’t a lifestyle he wanted for his family. he had never planned to fall so in love with you. when he first met you at liyue harbor , it was just a chance encounter. but then he kept seeing you.

over and over and over.

childe figured he may as well get to know you. he had always been a charming man , almost too charming. it always worked out in his favor…

he wondered how long he could keep the balance of his personal relationship with you and his life as a harbinger up for. it had been going so well.

he remembered the day you announced your pregnancy so clearly.

it was a bright sunday morning and the two of you were having breakfast together. it was rare for him to be home on the weekend , but there he was , happily eating a serving of eggs and toast with you.

you had been holding off the announcement for a few weeks. you knew exactly how busy he was. something about seeing him so content with your presence made you spill the beans.

he had never appeared happier. childe made it clear in the past he had always wanted to be a father , but now that it was exactly happening? he couldn’t contain his excitement.

it was hard keep the pregnancy a secret , but it was necessary. the less people that knew , the better. the 11th harbinger having a family wasn’t supposed to be public knowledge. it made everybody involved a major target to his enemies.

one of the hardest days of your lives came a few months later , when you went into labor. childe stood by your side the whole time. he held your hand tight while you struggled with the birth of your son.

love at first sight had always been an odd phenomenon to childe. his son changed all of that. seeing the bright ginger tufts of hair and light blue eyes of his son , he instantly fell in love.

childe was a man who’s life was full of blood and gore , but this child brought out an entirely new side of him. he wanted to change and be a softer , kinder man.

but he couldn’t do that. the fatui would never allow him to do such a thing. he was a weapon , not a father , as much as he wanted to be one. he had a place in the tsaritsa’s chess game. you were nowhere to be found on that board.

it didn’t take long for the first threat towards his family to come in.

childe had never been so antsy in his life. he rushed home as soon as he could , only to find you and your son alive and well. that was the first time he considered leaving.

would it be better if he left? he knew it would hurt you. he knew it would be difficult to care for your son alone. maybe he could transfer money to you so you could have a well - off life.

he couldn’t risk your life by being in it. hate him all you want , but at least you would be alive.

the night he finally decided to leave was the worst night of his life.

his family had received too many threats. too many people knew of you. your small home in liyue harbor was a target of the worst enemies of the fatui.

childe had spoken of moving several times before. after bringing it up for the upteenth time , you finally agreed. it was a small home on the outskirts of the city. it was certainly an upgrade from your prior home , though still small. it was big enough for three , but would be quite roomy for two…

the thought of leaving made him sick. childe would never get to see his son grow. maybe he could come by liyue and see glimpses of him , but he would never be able to be his father.

he felt ill every time he returned home. you’d happily greet him with a kiss , whilst your son laid in his crib , playing with toys or babbling senselessly in an attempt to speak his first word.

sitting in your small home , the moonlight shines brightly through the curtains , resting on childe as he held your son in his arms.

you were sleeping comfortably on your shared bed , blissfully unaware of the mental battle childe was having with himself.

maybe he was being dramatic. he was a harbinger. nobody would truly be dumb enough to go after his family. that’s what he thought…until signora was killed , and only a few months later scaramouche disappeared.

with harbingers beginning to drop like flies , he knew it was only a matter of time until he was targeted , or worse ; his family.

he held his son gently in his arms , taking in every detail of the small boy as if it were the last time he would see him…

because it would be.

he intended to enjoy the last few moments he had with his son. once the boy was asleep , he planned to put him in his crib , kiss your forehead , and never come back.

“i’m sorry,” childe whispered, his voice soft and nearly breaking as he spoke. it was so different compared to his normal boisterous personality.

a sudden stiring from your bed caught his attention. he quickly turned to look at you , his gaze meeting yours as you sat up.

in a tired state , you glanced around looking for your son. your eyes softened as you noticed the small boy in his arms.

“he’s precious, isn’t he?” you whisper , a tired smile pulling at your lips. you were never quiet about how much you loved the small family you built for yourself.

oh how unaware you were…

childe struggled to reply. he felt as if he were going to snap and spill the fact he was planning to leave you and your child behind.

“he is.”

“he looks just like you , you know?” you laugh. you’d made it clear that you were jealous your son took after his father. they were practically twins. it was ‘unfair’ how you carried him around for months only for him to be identical to his father.

childe didn’t respond. he quietly held the baby in his arms , gently rocking him back and forth.

“it’s rather late , ajax.”

childe looked up at you as you stated his real name. somehow , that name made him leaving feel worse.

he loved you. he truly loved you. he loved the family you built together. but he couldn’t stay. he didn’t deserve it. he couldn’t risk either of you to stay and enjoy this.

“i know,”

“i can take him if you -”

“no. he’s almost asleep anyway,”

a silence fell between the two of you as you stared at your son.

to you , it was a comfortable silence. just a small family enjoying a late night with their small baby.

to childe , this was worse than the abyss. he felt like he was lying to your face. he was leaving , and he couldn’t even muster the strength to tell you that. he didn’t deserve to be a father. he didn’t deserve to love you.

“go back to bed,”

“i am,” you smiled, laying back against the bed. you rested on your side, watching as he continued rocking your son back and forth.

“i love you,” he whispered. the words felt bitter coming out of his mouth. he knew it was true. but he also knew it would be the last time he spoke them to you.

“i love you as well,” you replied in that tired voice he loved so much.

it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep. only a few moments passed before your son fell asleep as well.

childe gently placed your son in his bassinet. a feeling of guilt overwhelmed him , but he couldn’t stay. this wasn’t the life he deserved. his family deserved better. you deserved better.

he wasn’t going to put you at risk every day of your life just so he could be happy.

he wished he could tell you how much he loves you , but that was no longer possible. you were already asleep , and he intended to be gone by sunrise.

he leaned over to your side of the bed , pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

the next morning arrived , waking you with the bright beams of sunlight. looking to your side , you realized ajax was gone.

that was nothing unusual. he often ran errands in the morning , or he was at work.

either way , you decided to start your day , picking up your small son. the two of you would get some housework done while waiting for ajax’s return.

[incorrectroomerang]

[janeyseymour]

Ooh prompts! Okay okay okay

How about Melissa finds a roommate who is not Jacob. And she's cute and nice but Melissa just keeps to herself because she's Melissa. Until one day, Mel is trying to read but can't focus for whatever reason (bad day, just in a mood, whatever) so her roomie reads out loud to her

And They Were Roommates

i gotchu.

WC: ~2.8k

Moving is always stressful. But moving in with a gorgeous, fiery haired woman who could kick your ass in an instant and you’re pretty sure could be part of the mob? You quite literally think that you’re in over your head.

But her ad seemed good enough, her career of being a teacher wasn’t a front, and as of right now this is your only option unless you want your rent to be out of your budget or your commute to be double what it is now. So, you spend the weekend moving your things into Melissa Schemmenti’s townhouse.

She doesn’t offer to help you- you just flash your smile at her as she hands you the key that she had made for you before she’s off. Honestly, your new roommate and landlord really isn’t even around for most of the weekend. The woman stays out for most of the weekend, claiming that she has errands to run or friends to hang out with. That’s fine by you because at least then you know you won’t be in her way, and she won’t be there to glare at you while you do your best to unpack everything.

The redhead only comes in at night once you’ve given up on unpacking for the day and you’re preparing to head to bed, just filling up your water bottle before you head to your room for the night.

“Hey,” you smile at her softly.

The woman, who was still trying to relook the door, jumps at your voice. She turns sharply, fist curled into a ball and ready to fight. Once she realizes that it’s just you, she lowers her hand and uncurls it. Then she catches the way you look…

You’re simply dressed in your night shorts and a tee-shirt, hair thrown up carelessly with your blue light glasses sitting on your face, and you have no makeup on. It’s a drastic change from the way that you came in, even just to move all of your stuff. You had come in clad in a sweet, floral jumpsuit with your hair beautifully framing your face, not one hair out of place, and just the lightest amount of makeup on to highlight all of your best features. Both ways, you took her breath away, not that she would ever admit that.

“Hello?” you say again, confused as to why she’s staring at you.

She blinks a few times. “Sorry, sorry. You startled me. I didn’t think you would still be up.”

“I won’t be for long,” you chuckle quietly and raise your water bottle. “Just came down to fill up for the night. Goodnight, Melissa. I hope you had a good night.”

“Y- yeah,” the redhead says, although it’s clear to you that she still isn’t really all there. Maybe she just had a bit too much to drink, you think to yourself (she was stone cold sober). “Have a good night, Y/N.”

You brush past her in order to make your way up the steps, and the teacher can’t help but watch you as you go. You were… wow. Again, she blinks a few times, wondering why you’re making her practically short circuit. She knew you were cute when the two of you first met, but there’s something about seeing you in your natural state that has her entranced. 

The next day, you wake up and continue to unpack. She hears you shuffling around up in your room while she’s getting ready to head out herself. 

The knock on your new bedroom door startles you.

“Come in!” you call once you’ve collected yourself. The door swings open gently to reveal your new roommate looking absolutely stunning.

“Hey. Just letting you know that I won’t be around much today. Heading to church and then I have a bunch of errands that I have to run,” Melissa tells you as she avoids eye contact- she doesn’t want to get caught staring at you again like she did last night.

You nod and smile at her. “Have a nice day, Melissa.”

��You too,” is all she gets out before closing your door again.

By some grace of God, you’re able to finish unpacking your things by mid-afternoon. Exhausted, but knowing that you still have to go grocery shopping and pick up a few little odds and ends, so you drag yourself out to the store.

While you’re perusing the aisles, you just so happen to run into your roommate. Quite literally- actually. She accidentally hits you with her shopping cart in the hip. You squeal out in surprise rather than pain, and when you look up to see who did it you’re met with the softest green eyes you’ve seen out of the woman.

“Y/N!” she says quickly. “I’m so sorry, hun.”

You laugh with a wave of the hand. “All good, Melissa. All good. Just startled me.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you promise her, extending a hand out and touching her forearm gently. You would be lying if you said neither of you felt the little jolt of electricity between the two of you at the contact.

Her eyes immediately go down to avoid your own. “Alright, well… I’ll see you later.” And she’s off.

As you continue to shop down the aisles you can’t help but wonder why your roommate is acting the way she is. In her emails, and even the first time you met her to interview for her extra room, Melissa Schemmenti gave off that she was a tough woman- someone who didn’t put up with any sort of shit. But now that you’ve seen her over the past few days, you’ve only caught her acting like a deer in the headlights or like a flustered schoolgirl.

Melissa, as she continues to waltz up and down the aisles at the Giant, she too wonders why you have her acting like an absolute idiot anytime she sees you. You’re cute and you’re sweet, but so are a lot of other women that she’s encountered. Deciding that she can’t get wrapped up and hypnotized by you and your sweet, soft eyes and voice, she vows to herself that she’ll just keep to herself while you live with her. She can surely do that for the next year that your lease is, right?

And she does- she does a nice job at keeping her distance, really only running into you in the morning and occasionally at night when you’re filling up your water bottle and heading to bed. 

You won’t deny that this roommate situation is odd, but you don’t press. You technically live here, yes, but you feel like a guest. Melissa’s name is on the lease, and you pay her the rent directly.

But even then, when the two of you don’t directly interact a lot, you both learn a lot about each other.

You’ve learned that Melissa always does her grocery shopping on Saturdays at 2, she goes to church every Sunday, she loves her students more than you thought was possible. She prefers coffee in the morning and tea in the evening, occasionally with a glass of wine. You’ve noticed that she is very particular about how food is made, and she always cleans up her materials as she cooks- and that she only ever cooks what could feed a family of twelve. Despite that, she never asks if you want any leftovers, and you don’t press for them even though the smell is near heavenly. The redhead likes to curl up on the couch after a particularly hard day with a good book, a glass of (always red) wine, and what seems to be her emotional support Eagles sweatshirt- her cat-eyed glasses either on her face or on the tip of her nose are a staple. She’s usually in bed by 10 or 11, and she’s never a morning person.

Melissa, on the other hand, has learned that you’re just as enchanting as she thought you to be. You never fail to give her a smile and a soft hello as you make your way in or out, despite the fact that you may be exhausted or frustrated. She’s learned that you aren’t particular about where your food comes, but that you are particular in how it sits in the fridge- she never touches your things. The woman has come to learn that you have a ukulele and a guitar up in your bedroom, and she can occasionally hear you strumming it softly. She’s come to find that your singing voice is just as soft and as soothing as your speaking voice, a bit of a folky twang to it, and it often takes the place of a calming lullaby for her. She’s found that you are a bit of a writer, having found little scribbles of lyrics or chord progressions on sticky notes that you throw on the fridge in the morning to retrieve later once you’ve taken on the day and are ready to relax. It’s charming, and it gives her insight as to who you really are.

Although the two of you live very separate lives living in this one space, you’ve both found yourselves falling for each other. Both of you can only hope that you are falling in love with the real person and not some image that you’ve made up in your mind.

It’s about two months into living with the redhead that when you come home she isn’t stationed in her kitchen and cooking a meal for twelve. Instead, she’s sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table. Her book is open in her lap, and yet her eyes aren’t trained on it.

“Hey,” you smile warmly at the woman that you live with.

She just grunts in your direction.

You just give her a knowing look as you head into the kitchen to start your own meal. “You aren’t cooking yourself dinner?” you call gently. Your voice floats through the house and she hears you.

“Shit day,” she sighs. “Don’t feel like cooking.”

“Do you want me to cook something?”

“I was just gonna order a cheesesteak,” she says shortly.

You head back into the living room and bite the bullet. It’s been two months of you living here, and to be quite frank, you’re not very happy with the fact that all of your conversations with your roommate are as short as they are. You genuinely want to talk with Melissa and make some sort of connection, although now that you’re standing here you aren’t sure if today was the best day to pick.

“That sounds nice,” you say as you rock back and forth on your feet. “I can pick them up if you want so you can relax?”

That gets her to look at you. “What?”

“I said a cheesesteak sounds nice,” you repeat. “And I can pick them up so you can relax. Just tell me your order and where you want them from.”

“I- wow.” She looks you up and down before rattling off her order and where she wants it from.

“That’s where I like to get mine,” you grin. “Perfect. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

You place the order, and when you head out for the order, she’s still sitting there looking absolutely lost with her book in her lap. “Try to relax,” you tell her gently before closing the door behind you.

When you return, she’s still sitting there, although now she’s at least trying to read her book. You set her order down in front of her and take out your own. Then you head into the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of wine, and pour your roommate some as well.

“Mind if I join you?” you ask as you settle on the couch next to her, but still keeping a fair distance between the two of you.

She nods with a shy smile, although she still doesn’t look to you. You end up pulling a novel out of your purse and open it.

You read a few pages as you eat your dinner and sip your wine before you notice that Melissa is still just staring ahead- actually, she’s kind of watching you.

“You okay?” you furrow a brow. “Did I mess your order up? I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head. “No. Not at all. I just… You’re stunning.”

You blush and tuck a hair behind your ear. “No I’m not.”

“You are though,” she says softly. “You… come bringing dinner, you know exactly what kind of wine I was in the mood for, and then you just sit there and read as if you’ve not just made my day so much better.”

“I just figured you could use the pick-me-up,” you shrug. “You look like you had a tough day.”

“I did,” she sighs. “Those kids today really gave me a run for my money, and all I wanted to do was come home and read my book, but I can’t find it in myself to focus.”

“What’re you reading?” you ask her.

“The Girl On The Train,” she tells you as she shows you the cover.

You smile a bright smile. “That’s one of my favorites. I’d be happy to read it with you.”

“Really?” she asks quietly.

You outstretch your hand to take the book. She hands it to you with a raised brow, and her jaw drops just slightly as your soft voice starts to read aloud. She’s able to fully relax as she eats her cheesesteak, listening to your warm and light voice as it reads about some of the darkest tragedies in life.

When she’s finished eating, she holds up a silent hand, asking you to pause your reading. She cleans both of your areas up before she’s plucking both of your glasses up and taking them to the kitchen. She returns a few minutes later with full glasses and sits significantly closer to you.

“Can you keep reading?” She asks you gently once she’s pulled a blanket over the two of you.

You just smile as you nod. You begin to read aloud again. It’s a nice little bubble that the two of you are in, and you can’t help but let your eyes go soft as you look at her. 

It’s a bit before her head falls to your shoulder, and you can’t help the small little chuckle that bubbles up out of you. The redhead is asleep, so you close her book a few pages before where you had paused and relax back against the couch cushions. The television is playing music softly, so you stretch just slightly to pick up your own novel and crack it open.

You stay there in your place for about forty minutes before your roommate wakes with a small jolt.

“Hey,” you whisper, trying to keep your tone soft and warm. You crane your neck just slightly to look at her, and her cheeks are just about as red as her hair.

“Sorry,” Melissa mumbles as she lifts her head from your shoulder.

You chuckle and shrug. “I didn’t mind. It was nice, actually spending time with my rooommate- even if she was asleep for about forty minutes.”

The teacher smiles softly. “It was really nice. Thank you for reading to me so I could enjoy the story.”

“Of course,” you reply gently. “I love that book, and most of the books you have on the shelves, so I’m always happy to read with you.”

So, the two of you often find yourself curled up on the couch together after enjoying a meal together. Sometimes she cooks, sometimes you cook, and sometimes the two of you go out and grab food. But you almost always end up on that couch with her head on your shoulder as she falls asleep to your soft and soothing voice. Sometimes you’re reading to her, other times you’re sitting there strumming a stringed instrument or writing while she watches her reality television shows. It’s a nice little routine that the two of you have found yourselves in, and it’s been a hell of a lot nicer actually talking to your roommate and getting along as opposed to the coexisting that you had done for the first few months of living with her.

And then one night, it all changes. As you’re reading to her, you can feel her head fall to your shoulder. With a knowing smile, you turn your head to glance down at her, expecting her eyes to be closed. But they aren’t. Those sparkling emerald eyes are looking up at you with such a fondness, and almost in slow motion does she lean up to kiss you.

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Ocean Eyes: Chapter 5 (Orm Marius x Reader)

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Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.  You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.  After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4881

A/N: And so the smut starts. Also: I wrote this while both of my hospital roomies were snoring... HOW CAN ONE SLEEP

His response is immediate, as something seems to shortcircuit in Orm’s brain. A low growl escapes his throat, and he captures your lips in a hungry kiss before guiding you down onto the bed with a firm yet gentle push. 

He swiftly follows, laying down on top of you, his weight supported by his strong arms.

You gaze up at Orm, your eyes tracing the contours of his features illuminated by a soft glow.

In the ambient light, his blonde hair appears to catch highlights, and his piercing blue eyes exude a magnetic intensity. They carry the depth and richness of the profound cobalt depths, a mesmerising blend of dark sapphire and hints of mysterious indigo. 

As he leans over you, his shirt strains against the bulging muscles of his thick, muscular frame. The fabric clings tightly, highlighting every ridge and contour of his sculpted physique. The strained material accentuates the power in his broad shoulders and the well-defined muscles beneath, creating a visual display of strength.

Your breath comes out in heavy puffs as you feel the heat in your belly settling low and wetness pooling between your legs.

His darkened eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that speaks volumes. A low, almost inaudible mutter escapes his lips, a manifestation of the emotions coursing through him. 

Before you can fully grasp the meaning, he leans down and kisses you deeply, igniting a new wave of desire.

You return the kiss with the same fervour, a mutual surrender to the emotions that swirl around you. 

In the wake of the intense kiss, he becomes omnipresent - his broad, muscular body presses you into the mattress, his other hand trailing softly up your neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake. 

Reaching up between your bodies, you slide your hands over his wide shoulders, the strength beneath your touch undeniable. With a subtle urgency, you push your hands into his hair, pulling him closer and pressing him harder against you in a silent plea for more.

Simultaneously, you both pull back, though your bodies remain tightly wound together. Panting slightly, you gaze into each other’s eyes, the shared intensity lingering in the charged space between you. 

Before you can say anything, Orm presses his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding over them with hunger. In response, you immediately open your mouth, allowing him to explore, and a quiet moan escapes you as the sudden storm of intensity from Orm envelops you.

His hands drop, gripping your waist with a possessive urgency. Thumbs slide along the band of the leggings you wear. The touch is both intimate and electric,

A shudder courses through you at the sensation of the slight skin-to-skin contact, and involuntarily, you unconsciously roll your hips. The friction of your movements against Orm’s firm touch sends a jolt of desire through your entire body.

Orm breaks the kiss momentarily, his lips lingering near yours as he breathes heavily, his gaze fixed on yours with a wild hunger.

He withdraws from you by a mere whisper, his warm blue eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. “Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“Please, no!” you whimper, caught in the magnetic pull of his intense gaze. 

Orm smirks at your reaction, a confident expression that makes your insides turn to jelly. As he skillfully slides his dominant hand below the waist of your leggings, his eyes never leave yours. 

The dim light casts a sensual glow on his chiselled features, accentuating the desire etched into every line of his face. 

The touch of his hand sends a thrill through you, a delicate dance between urgency and tenderness - the fabric yields under his skilled touch, baring a fraction of your skin to the heated atmosphere.

As his fingers trace patterns along your skin, you can feel the heat intensifying.

His fingers, warm and skilful, find their way to the fabric of your underwear; the anticipation is electrifying, and you whimper.

As he leans in, his lips find yours again, capturing the moans that escape in the dance of desire. 

When Orm ghosts his fingers over the front of your panties, you buck against him. You’re sure that he has to feel how completely soaked you are.

His eyes remain fixed on your face, an unwavering gaze that holds you captive. Despite the intensity of the moment, you find it impossible to look away from him.

Every nerve ending in your body feels alive, electrified by the intensity of the moment, and a low whine escapes your lips when he lets one thick finger glide over your clothed cunt again, nudging your clit in the process.

Amidst the whirlwind of desire and sensation, a subtle confusion creeps in. You find yourself perplexed by the stark shift in Orm’s demeanour - from the earlier image of someone somewhat distraught to the current manifestation of a feral intensity. 

To you, it feels like this change may be a result of the revelation about his Atlantean identity - the burden of guarding his secret has lifted, and the freedom from having to make up excuses seems to have liberated a different, more unrestrained aspect of him.

A low, desperate moan escapes your chest when he dips below your panties for the first time. You cannot form a coherent thought as you feel one of his long, thick and warm fingers at your wet pussy. 

In response, Orm lets out a groan and brings his free hand up, gripping your jaw possessively. His blonde hair, tousled from the intensity of the moment, frames his face, and his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with a feral hunger. Before claiming your lips in a firm, hungry kiss, he captures your gaze, the play of desire evident in the depth of his oceanic eyes. 

Orm’s voice undergoes a transformation, deepening into a raspy timbre that resonates with desire. “You feel that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his words carrying a magnetic weight.

His eyes hold yours when he flicks the pad of his finger against your clit, making you moan against him.

“I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long,” Orm confesses in that raspy voice. “Now that you know everything, it feels right.” 

With that, he sinks one finger inside you. You clench your cunt involuntarily and mewl, and you didn’t know that just a single finger could feel so good.

“You’re beautiful,” he adds, his voice sincere and filled with raw honesty.

Orm begins to trace circles over your clit with his thumb while he pushes his other finger in and out of you. His eyes are firmly locked on your face, savouring your every reaction.

The whole situation overwhelms you, and you feel already close to an orgasm. Just the sheer attractiveness of Orm, his words, delivered in that deep, raspy voice, and the expert movement of his fingers are your undoing.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so turned on in your life - you may have had sex before, but this was on a different level. 

You can’t contain a loud moan when he pushes a second finger inside you. The thick digits inside you make you already feel full, a pleasant stretch that makes you buck against him.

Orm starts to pump them in and out in confident, hard strokes and when he curls them just right, your hand finds his back, digging your fingernails into the muscle. 

“Shit, Orm,” you whine, your voice breathless.

You feel the shiver of electricity coursing through your veins, and you know that you are close. 

Desperate, you meet his thrusts with his hips, the wet sound of his fingers in your cunt obscenely loud in the room. 

When he presses his body closer to you, grinding his hard cock against you, you come apart at his fingers. You clench down around them and cry out as your orgasm overwhelms you. 

Orm doesn’t let up and continues to thrust leisurely into your pussy, ”Take it,” his voice, low and wrecked against your ear.

You whine as his movements gradually slow before he stills completely, pulling his fingers out of your cunt.

When he pulls back, you are both flushed and breathing heavily. You watch, mesmerised, as he raises his fingers, soaked in the wetness of your pussy, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. 

In the soft glow of the room, they catch the ambient light and glisten with a sheen of desire. Each curve and contour of his strong, calloused digits tells a silent tale of the intensity you’ve just experienced.

Orm, with a sultry and deliberate gaze locked onto you, brings his fingers to his mouth. He sensually sucks them clean, his eyes closing as if appreciating your taste.

The dim light accentuates the contours of his features, casting shadows that dance across his face as he indulges in this postlude of shared desire. 

His blonde hair, tousled and damp with sweat, frames his forehead, creating a halo of dishevelled strands that hint at the fervent energy that just transpired.

Orm’s ocean-blue eyes, still glistening with the remnants of desire, meet yours in a playful exchange. The mischievous spark in his gaze reflects the shared intimacy you both experienced. Each droplet of sweat on his forehead seems to capture the ambient light, creating a radiant glow that adds to the allure of the moment.

“That was a first - I’ve never tasted a woman,” Orm states, his voice carrying a teasing undertone. His postlude comment is accompanied by a genuine chuckle, and you can see the happiness etched on his face.

As your brain basks in the post-passionate haze, you find yourself gazing at Orm with a contented, almost dreamy expression. A blissful emptiness fills your mind, leaving you momentarily speechless.

After a beat, you manage to form a question, your words tinged with a bashful blush, “Did you... um, like it?”

Orm’s eyes shine with contented happiness and a hint of feral satisfaction. 

A triumphant and lopsided grin plays on his lips, reflecting the joy and fulfilment that courses through him. 

In an unhurried approach, Orm leans in, his presence a magnetic force that draws you closer. As he nears, you can feel the warmth of his breath gently grazing your lips.

His eyes deepen in their intensity as he murmurs, “I loved it.” His words hang in the air like a promise, and before you can fully process the sentiment, his lips meet yours in another passionate kiss. 

You sigh happily against Orm’s lips, your hands finding their place in the tousled strands of his hair and the muscular expanse of his shoulders. 

As the kiss deepens, the world around you dissolves into a dreamlike haze, and the only reality is the warmth exchanged between you and Orm. His hands, firm yet gentle, trace patterns on your waist.

Orm breaks the kiss with a gentle stroke through your hair before gently pressing another short peck to your lips. With a soft smile, he gracefully stands up, his captivating ocean-blue eyes sparkling with contentment and his skin delightfully flushed.

He extends a hand towards you to help you up from the bed as well.

You accept his hand, and Orm’s fingers intertwine with yours, feeling the strength in his touch, and rise to your feet with a fluid grace.

As the warmth of the shared moment with Orm envelops you, a sudden realisation jolts you into awareness – Arthur is probably still patiently waiting in your living room. A blush creeps up your cheeks, and you break away from Orm’s gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and concern.

You clear your throat, “Uh, Orm, maybe we should, uh, check on Arthur. He’s been waiting, and, well, you know...He may have heard us .”

Orm’s ocean-blue eyes spark with amusement as he registers the change in your demeanour. A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips. “You’re right.”

Almost possessive, his hand wanders in your hair to tilt your head up before he says low and husky, “If he heard, then he at least knows you’re mine.”  

Then, he pulls you into another bruising, needy kiss. He presses his thick frame against yours, making you feel the effect you have on him.

You whimper when he says that, momentarily stunned, before he grabs your hand again and leads you to the living room.

In the haze that still lingers within your mind, there are only three things you’re aware of as you marvel at how good Orm’s hand around yours feels again: Arthur may have heard you, both you and Orm appear sweaty and thoroughly wrecked, and Orm still has a massive erection tenting the front of his pants.

As you open the door, the living room reveals an emptiness that catches you by surprise – Arthur isn’t there anymore. A flicker of concern crosses your face, but a quick glance through the terrace windows unveils the sight of him sitting outside.

Orm and you exchange a curious look before deciding to join him. The door to the terrace swings open, and the cool breeze carries a hint of salt from the nearby ocean. The three of you are now under the vast expanse of the sky, the ambient light casting a warm glow on the terrace.

Arthur glances up as you approach, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, suggesting he might know more than he’s letting on. “Took you both long enough,” he quips, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You feel a rush of embarrassment, your cheeks reddening. “Sorry about that, Arthur. We got a bit, uh, caught up.”

“Well, caught up indeed,” his eyes shining with amusement, “I hope it was successful and you’re not angry at my brother anymore.”

You offer a sheepish smile, “It was...successful. And no, I’m not angry anymore. We worked things out.”

You glance at Orm, who still holds your hand and feel your heart beat a bit faster when you notice the soft look he has in his eyes. Smiling tenderly at him, he returns it, squeezing your hand gently.

Arthur interrupts the moment, “I’m glad, really, really glad. He deserves some happiness after all that happened.”

You furrow your brow at the unexpected revelation - you haven’t talked so far.

Arthur, letting out a hearty laugh and shaking his head, says, “Brother, brother.”

As Arthur’s playful remark lands, a flush of embarrassment paints your cheeks, creating a warm hue that’s hard to ignore. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes suggests he’s relishing your discomfort. Sensing your unease, Orm intervenes, his grip on your hand a reassuring anchor.

Turning his attention to his brother, Orm raises an eyebrow, “So Arthur -Why exactly are you here?”

Arthur takes a deep breath, the playfulness in his eyes replaced by a more severe and earnest expression. 

“Look, Orm, you know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important. The Council of Houses is making my life difficult, and these kingly duties are turning into a real headache. I figured, who better to guide me through this mess than you?”

The sincerity in his voice carries the weight of genuine concern and a hint of vulnerability. Orm, still holding your hand, regards his brother with a measured gaze. 

Orm finally speaks, “Arthur, if you need my help, you’ve got it.”

Arthur exhales a sigh of relief, gratitude written across his face. “Thanks, Orm. I really appreciate this. Can we get this sorted out now?”

Orm turns to you, grabbing your other hand as well. You gaze into his eyes, a serious expression in them as they seem to carry the weight of impending responsibilities, and his demeanour reflects a sense of burden. His ocean-blue eyes, which were once warm and inviting, now hold a stoic resolve, reflecting the gravity of the situation.

“I’ll return to you later, honey,” his voice is a comforting murmur, and the endearment, casually slipping from his lips, warms you from within.

You squeeze his hands, conveying reassurance, “You better do, Orm - we’ll talk when you get back,” your voice soft, “You’re a good man. I don’t know if I ever said that to you.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you later,” he responds, his gaze lingering for a moment before he turns to join Arthur.

You watch in stunned silence as Orm and Arthur exchange a few final words before making a dash towards the cliff’s edge. Their figures blur momentarily in the midday sun, and you can feel the rush of wind as they take a leap into the brightness below.

The silhouette of their forms disappears against the backdrop of the daylight, and you’re left standing on the terrace. The distant sound of the splash echoes in the stillness, marking their descent into the unknown depths below.

The warm midday air envelops you as you process the abrupt turn of events, feeling a mix of awe, concern, and a tinge of loneliness.

As you peer over the cliff’s edge, the sunlight reflects off the water below, leaving you with a sense of wonder and anticipation. The ocean, vast and enigmatic, seems to cradle the secrets that now intertwine with the destinies of those you care about.

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As the sun gradually descends towards the horizon, casting a warm and golden glow across the ocean, you find yourself standing at the edge of the cliff. Hours have passed since Orm and Arthur left for Atlantis.

The vibrant hues of the sunset paint the sky with shades of pink, orange, and deepening blues, creating a breathtaking canvas that mirrors the emotions swirling within you. The rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below provides a soothing backdrop to the quiet tension that has settled in.

Your gaze is fixed on the vast expanse of the ocean, each passing moment filled with a mix of hope and concern. The silhouette of the distant cliffs is outlined against the vivid sky, and you find yourself lost in the contemplation of what challenges Orm and Arthur might be facing beneath the surface.

The fading sunlight bathes you in its warm embrace as you wait, the cool breeze tousling your hair. 

The rhythmic sounds of the ocean mask Arthur’s footsteps, and it’s only when he’s near that you become aware of his presence.

“My father also used to wait for my mother like this - staring into the open ocean at sunset,” Arthur says, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia and understanding.

Startled by his sudden presence, you let out a spontaneous scream, the sound echoing against the cliffs. Chuckling at your reaction, Arthur offers a wry smile, realising he caught you off guard.

With a nonchalant shrug, he continues, “I’m happy that he finally found someone who loves him as he is.”

The weight of Arthur’s words settles upon you, and your heart quickens with a mix of emotions. “What?” you stammer.

“He loves you too, you know,” Arthur adds, his eyes meeting yours. “I’ve never seen him like that before - like he is with you.”

A complex mix of emotions surges within you - surprise, gratitude, and a newfound understanding of the depth of Orm’s feelings and you feel yourself blushing.

If anyone were to ask you, you would have told them that you saw Orm walking towards you - but the truth is that you felt him.

A subtle shift in the atmosphere alerts you to Orm’s approach. It’s as if an invisible current is threading through the air, a palpable energy that you can almost taste. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, a gentle shiver coursing down your spine.

There he is, walking towards you with purpose. The soft glow of the fading sunlight bathes him in an ethereal radiance.

Dressed in a tight, dark blue long-sleeved shirt that clings to his form, every contour of his muscular physique is accentuated - the fabric moulds to the powerful lines of his chest and arms. The hue seems to echo the ocean’s depths, and the shirt’s wetness from his aquatic excursion shimmers in the soft light.

The shirt seamlessly transitions into a pair of fitted blue pants, which hug his hips and thighs with tailored precision. The pants, wet from his immersion, cling to his form, outlining the powerful sinews beneath. His steps are deliberate, every stride resonating with the fluidity of a creature accustomed to underwater realms.

Water droplets trickle down his hair, slicked back from his forehead, creating a mesmerising play of light. The damp strands retain a certain wildness, and the golden sunlight catches on the drops, turning them into ephemeral jewels that adorn his blonde hair.

The fading sunlight illuminates the angles of his face, accentuating the strong jawline and sculpted cheekbones. A subtle flush adorns his skin, a testament to the exertion of his aquatic adventure. In the soft glow of twilight, he looks ethereal, a being who belongs to both the sea and the land.

You, momentarily rendered breathless, gaze at him in awe, captivated by the striking image he presents - everything from the play of light on his damp clothes and the intensity in his eyes makes your heart beat faster.

When he’s close enough, his eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sets your nerves alight. 

The deep azure orbs reflect the rich hues of the ocean at dusk, where the sun’s last rays dance upon the water’s surface. Flecks of indigo and hints of mysterious shadows are mirrored in his gaze, creating an otherworldly blend of colours that mirror the hidden depths of the sea.

It’s as if you can see the ebb and flow of tides, the rise and fall of emotions, in the captivating swirls of blue that make up his eyes.

As he stands before you, his eyes continue to carry the essence of the ocean at dusk - a captivating panorama where the elements converge. 

His hand reaches out, fingers intertwining with yours, and the warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine.

“Sorry for the wait, honey,” he says, his voice a low, soothing cadence. The pet name slips from his lips, and you feel a warm flutter in your chest just like every time he says it - you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it. 

In the gentle breeze, you catch the scent of saltwater clinging to him, a reminder of the ocean’s embrace.

“I missed you,” Orm confesses, his voice carrying a mixture of sincerity and longing. The words, like the gentle lapping of waves on the shore, resonate in the quiet space between you.

“I missed you too,” you reply with a smile.

As he wraps his arms around you, the dampness of his clothes transfers to your skin, but you can’t seem to care when he holds you so close. 

You gaze up at him, smiling and notice a subtle shift in his expression. The intensity softens, and a tender smile graces his lips. 

“I brought you something,” he says, reaching into the pocket of his damp pants. With a teasing glint in his eyes, he reveals a small, seashell-shaped trinket, its surface shimmering in various iridescent hues. “It reminded me of you,” Orm confesses, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability - an innuendo to the sea glass from the beach a few days ago. 

As he places a seashell in your palm, you can’t help but marvel at the intricate patterns and colours it holds.

“Thank you,” your voice is soft as you run your fingers over the surface. 

The last vestiges of sunlight dip below the horizon, and Orm tilts his head, his eyes locked onto yours with a newfound softness. The ambient glow casts a warm radiance on his features, and the surroundings seem to blur, leaving only the two of you in this timeless embrace.

As Orm leans in, his lips brush against yours in a tender kiss. The sensation, like the meeting of sea and shore, is both comforting and exhilarating. 

At that moment, you become acutely aware of Arthur’s presence nearby as he coughs.

Breaking away, Orm turns to Arthur, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “Thanks for giving us a moment, Brother.”

Arthur grins, a playful glint in his eye. ”No problem. I should get back to my duties, Orm. I appreciate your help with the council matters. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Orm nods a sense of responsibility in his gaze. “Of course, Arthur.”

With a final nod to both of you, Arthur strides away, disappearing into the dimly lit surroundings. The gentle lapping of waves against the cliffs is the only audible sound.

You turn to Orm, catching his gaze in the fading light. “Well, I think it’s about time we head inside, don’t you?” you suggest, a gentle smile on your lips.

Orm nods in agreement, “Yes, I believe that would be a good idea.”

Together, you both make your way back into the warmth of the living room. 

As you step inside, Orm turns to you, a soft expression on his face. “Are you okay?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just a lot - today, I mean, ” you reply, your eyes meeting his.

In response, Orm reaches out, his hand gently enveloping yours. 

Orm looks at you, a sincerity in his eyes that echoes the quiet of the room. “I want you to know how truly sorry I am,” he begins, his voice carrying the weight of remorse. 

His grip on your hand tightens as if trying to convey the depth of his regret through the warmth of his touch. “I know that today was a lot, and I should have told you sooner.”

Orm’s gaze remains fixed on yours, and in the stillness of the moment, you can sense the genuine remorse etched across his features. 

You meet his earnest gaze and offer a reassuring smile. “Orm, I appreciate your apology, and I want you to know that I’m not angry anymore,” you say gently, reaching out to smooth the lines on his forehead. 

Orm’s gaze softens further as your fingers glide over his forehead, and a subtle warmth emanates from his expression. His eyes, still reflecting the lingering vulnerability from earlier, now carry a touch of gratitude. 

He reaches up, gently placing his hand over yours in a tender touch. His eyes hold yours, conveying a mixture of remorse and gratitude, as if he’s silently promising to do better. 

Your fingers intertwine, and Orm brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss. 

Breaking the silence, he speaks in a low murmur, “I never wanted to hurt you, and I’m sorry for any pain I’ve caused. From now on, I promise to be more open with you.” 

Your fingers gently trace patterns on his hand as you broach a topic that has lingered in your thoughts since the morning.

“Orm, when you spoke to Arthur earlier about him taking your throne, your betrothed, and your peace of mind, it left me wondering. And I’d like to know what happened,” you inquire, your gaze locked with his.

A part of you is hesitant as you broach this subject, a subtle fear lingering in your mind. The apprehension stems from the worry that Orm might reveal a betrothal in Atlantis, even though your rational self knows it’s likely not true.

Orm takes a deep breath, his gaze briefly drifting through the living room before settling back on you.

“As the rightful heir to the throne of Atlantis, I was prepared to ascend and lead our people into a new era. But things went sideways, and Arthur ended up taking the throne.” Orm explains, his voice carrying a mixture of frustration and resignation.

Orm’s eyes hold yours, revealing the layers of irritation and acceptance in his narrative. “Mera was my betrothed - we were destined to marry and unite our kingdoms. Yet, she sided with Arthur, and after everything settled, she married him.”

His tousled hair catches the light as he leans in, his features now a tapestry of vulnerability and resilience. The soft glow accentuates the contours of his face, and you can see the subtle play of emotions in his oceanic eyes. 

“I fought for what I believed was right - the surface world’s intrusion into our oceans, their pollution. I sought to protect Atlantis from the perceived threats, even if it meant confronting my own family,” Orm continues, the vulnerability in his eyes belying the complexity of his emotions, “And I paid the price for that.”

“Well, for what it’s worth - I am glad you’re here. With me,” you admit, and your eyes meet him, and you take a deep breath before continuing, “I really like you.”

His eyes, a reflection of the moonlit sea, lock onto yours with a mixture of surprise and genuine warmth.

Without a word, Orm leans in slightly, his oceanic eyes fixated on yours. You feel the warmth of his presence, and as his lips inch closer, a soft electricity permeates the space between you.

“I like you too,” he whispers, his voice a gentle echo. “Being with you feels different, like a calm in the midst of the storm.”

And then, with a tender touch, Orm’s lips meet yours.

[enehana]

Sleepless Nights

Married Jason Grace x Reader

Female Reader/Feminine Pronouns

It was a silent night at Camp Jupiter. The sky twinkled with tiny stars and detailed constellations. Jason Grace laid awake in his bed, next to his sleeping wife. His rough hands ran through your hair, careful not to disturb you.

He pulled away, looking back up at the plain, white ceiling of their bedroom. He did this many nights. As much as he wanted it, their bed was just not a place he felt at home.

Jason slowly pushed himself up, his eyes having adjusted to the dark long ago. His glasses were left on his nightstand as the door creaked open and shut behind him. His feet were planted on the cold, hardwood floors as his back pressed against the entrance to their room. The hallway always felt a little less suffocating to him, though not good enough.

The lock on the front door clicked open, revealing their grand wrap around porch and roomy yard to Jason. The air was chilly with winter and snow shimmered all around, the moonlight reflecting off of the white powder.

The simple porch swing creaked under his weight. He leaned back and tilted his head towards the sky, taking a deep breath as if he had been drowning since his mother first left him. Just two years old.

The icy air swirled along his skin, reaching through his gray sweatpants and baby blue t-shirt, turning him to frost. He flexed his hands as they moved behind his head, giving it something to rest on as his eyes drifted shut, heavy with exhaustion.

Then, the thoughts came flooding in. Every soldier he watched die, unable to do anything. Every child that died because he made a mistake. Every injury and screw up and grudge that he believed were his fault.

Jason liked to walk the entire length of New Rome on nights like these. Tonight, he couldn't even bring himself to stand. His eyes flicked around. The neighbors were dead asleep, all lights and life invisible from his seat at his own home. He could've spent all night out there, guilt ridden and drained, never taking a break.

However long it had been, his wife had woken up to him missing from their bed. You stepped outside into the cold, adorned in your regular pajama shorts and tank top, along with a heavy winter coat suitable for the current weather.

"I didn't mean to wake you," Jason glances over to you. You didn't look happy to be up this late.

"You didn't," you stepped closer sitting down next to him, the cold air bristling against your skin. Jason threw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side. Neither of your bodies gave off very much heat.

"Come back to bed, Jason."

"I can't sleep."

"I know."

Silence enveloped the world once more. Jason's hand slowly moved along your arm, creating some sort of friction, some sort of warmth, some sort of love.

You tilted your head and placed a gentle kiss to his jawline, "Please, Jason, come back to bed. We don't have to sleep. Just be there with me."

"Of course, love."

And with that, Jason swooped you into his arms and carried you back into the house. Inside was much warmer. Your muscles relaxed, partially from relief that you were no longer freezing, partially from relief that Jason wasn't going to intentionally freeze to death.

He laid you down on your bed, peppering sweet kisses all over your neck. One arm trailed down your side, caressing your waist, while the other cupped the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

"Jason," You giggled.

"I love you so much, my darling."

"I love you too, Jason Grace."

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Here's a very original 1887 Victorian in Topeka, KS. 4bds, 2.5ba, a steal at $263,900.

Now, this is original. Look at the entry hall- the wood has a patina. Note the door under the stairs and the stained glass side panel window at the front door.

Isn't that interesting how that radiator is on a slant? It looks like the pocket door just clears it.

The sitting room has an original light fixture and fireplace, but the brick wall looks new.

Proof that they do clear the radiator.

The 2nd sitting room is right outside the kitchen, so it would make a good family room.

The dining room is so interesting. Look at the two nooks.

The kitchen's cute, but I wonder if the blue Hoosier cabinet conveys-That piece ties in the vintage look. According to the description, this is a new IKEA kitchen. But, at least it's not a very standard look and they also had a farm sink put in.

Looks like a new shower room next to the laundry room.

The landing on the 2nd floor has a small area for a reading nook, or even a little art space.

I'm gonna say that this is one of the bedrooms b/c it's large and has an en-suite.

This looks like the half bath. It's roomy, though.

Look at the transom openers. Very cool.

Bd. #2 is a good size.

Bd. #3 is also a nice size, maybe for a child's room.

It has a niche just perfect for a desk.

Vintage bath looks like it has an original tub.

They made a closet in this smaller room.

Cute bedroom in the attic.

This is a nice attic space, too.

There's even a 3rd room with an original floor.

Nice workshop in the basement.

New deck on the side of the home.

I think that this cement area may be a parking pad or an old patio.

Look at the cute little shed. She shed potential.

Large stone driveway. The lot is .28 acre.

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[aoioozora]

The Ghosts Comfort You

Part 3: Keegan P. Russ

Part 1: Thomas Merrick Part 2: Logan Walker Part 4: David 'Hesh' Walker

The apartment is awfully quiet when Keegan returns with bags of his groceries. The living room is dark, with only the faint light of an appliance cutting through it. So is the hallway, lighted only by the Wi-Fi router stationed like a sentry on the wall.

Just as he is about to assume that you, his roomie, had stepped out, he notices your bedroom door ajar with faint yellow light streaming out of it. He wonders what could've been the case because he always knew you to be in the living room, either watching television, lazing on the couch with a book or your phone, or going on a cleaning spree. This is truly odd.

After he leaves the groceries on the kitchen counter, he quietly steps towards your door. He peeks through the crevice of the ajar door and finds you laying on your bed with an open book laid upon your face. He knocks on the door.

"Hey, I'm back," he calls, announcing his presence, "You alright there?"

You don't stir for a moment and he is about to assume you were asleep when you slowly move the book out of your face and crane your neck. You see him upside down and answer, "Yeah, I'm good."

Keegan isn't convinced. He could detect some tiredness of a different caliber from your voice; like that of stress. "You sure?" he asks, raising a brow, motioning with his hand for permission to enter.

You nod, granting permission. "I'm fine," you insist, rolling on your side to face away from him.

He notices the mismatch between your words and your body language. "Look me in the eye and say it," he demands gently as he enters, sauntering towards the base of your bed to look down at you.

You whip your face upwards to look at him, ready to lie through your teeth, but his damned blue eyes stare searchingly into yours. You liked the colour of his eyes, but boy did they unnerve you sometimes. He knew the effect his eyes had on you, and takes full advantage of it.

"Fine. I'm not alright," you relent.

"What's the matter?"

You look away, hesitating. "It's not anything important."

He fights the urge to roll his eyes. "You wouldn't be stressed about it if it wasn't important."

You purse your lips, still hesitating.

He lets out a soft sigh. "Hold on, I'll be right back." That being said, he promptly steps out of the room.

You roll back on your side and fiddle with the pages of the book you were reading earlier. Within five minutes, he comes back with two mugs of tea, one of which he silently hands to you.

"Thanks?" You sit up and receive the mug, unsure, but grateful. You watch as he grabs a chair and sits down on it, facing you as he takes a sip.

You copy. He doesn't say a word, and both of you slowly drink the piping hot tea in silence. You wonder about the flavour of the tea; it is quite relaxing and warming to your stomach, lightly sweetened so as to not overshadow the earthy, flowery taste.

He watches you closely, feeling a sense of relief at the slow but steady appearance of comfort and relaxation in your eyes and your dropped shoulders. "Better?" he finally speaks.

You nod slowly, sighing. "Yeah. This stuff's good. I didn't know you made such good tea."

He is flattered, but shrugs it off. "I tend to have a cup when I'm stressed out. Herbal teas help best, and I've made so many cups that I'd say I'm not too bad at making them."

"You're too humble," you chuckle.

The corner of his lip tugs ever so slightly at your chuckle, pleased to see you smiling. He shifts in his seat, taking another sip. "So, now that you're relaxed, do you want to talk about what's bothering you? I'm a champion listener," he jokes without cracking a grin, hoping you'd be amused.

You are, and you smile a little. With your head now feeling somewhat cleared, and his kindness and unobtrusiveness making you at ease, you gingerly begin to pour out your heart to him. You talk about your situation, whatever you are going through, and go in excruciating detail. He listens and nods in silence, only occasionally interrupting to remind you to drink your tea before it gets cold. In between the rant session, he feels it necessary to get off the chair and sit next to you on your bed to keep his presence closer to you.

When he sees your emotions running strong enough to force tears out, he pats his shoulder, offering it to you.

You hesitate. "You really don't have to," you tell him, "You're listening to me, and that's all I need."

He shakes his head. "I don't have to, but I want to," he flicks his chin to his shoulder, "and you look like you need more than a listening ear."

His persuasion is enough. You succumb to your need and lean your head against his shoulder, letting your tears dampen his shirt. He is unused to such closeness, and feels uncomfortable, but he stifles the feeling for your sake; he is not going to let you feel even the slightest bit lonely in your distress, especially not when he knew that feeling intimately.

As you cry and continue to complain, he tries his best to think of what he could say to comfort you, but nothing comes to mind. He isn't good at comforting, but he tries, and does so by loosely putting an arm around you and awkwardly patting your shoulder, trying to soothe you as much as he could.

By the end of your rant and your crying, you wipe your tears let out a sigh of relief, feeling lighter and more relaxed than before. He sees how your features have eased and he too lets out a sigh. "You alright?" he echoes his earlier question, still holding you close to him.

"I'm alright," you smile genuinely now as you blink your bloodshot eyes and wipe a stray tear. "Thanks a lot for letting me talk your ear off. You really are a champion listener."

His normally subtle smiles tug a hint wider this time, and he ruffles your hair. "Anytime."

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