#maise’s mail !

[hariboz]

ILY MAISE UR SO CUTE <333 -anon w the idol s/o request who went on a date LMAO

all ollie stans r so perfect like him <3 anyways RICKY IS SUCH A GREEN FLAG the princess treatment u would receive from him is insane!! I just know he sends the best good night messages <333

his “I know ur sleeping rn but…” texts bye I’m giggling and kicking my feet rn!!

also idk if u do anons but can I be ☀️ anon?? KISSES XOXOXO

POOKIE STOP ILY 🫶🏻🫶🏻 YES you’re my ☀️ nonnie now omg you’re my first!! as revolutionary poet hao once said, i'll give you every first 처음이자 마지막 love <33 also!! the mention of my son omg you want me to marry you sooooo bad 🤭🫶🏻 (it’s working)

also you truly unlocked something within me with this ask because my brain went HAYWIRE!! here is what i managed to put together somewhat coherently bc bf!ricky brainrot is going crazy rn 😵‍💫

he sends you a “i know you’re already asleep but still, sleep well i love you <3” text every time he works late. a lot of the time it’s a voice memo actually and you can hear the little smile on his face when talking to you, wishing you a good night and a good morning in the same message, telling you to text him in the morning so he can pick you up for breakfast since he’d rather get something with you than have either of you cook so you can focus on each other 😵‍💫

ricky is so [UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREECHES] like the princess treatment is soooo strong with him…also always(!!) has a hand on you, usually very casually and more discreet like linked pinkies under the table, hand hovering over the small of your back when leading you through crowds. so focused on you and notices every little change, his fingers coming up to gently brush some of your hair away while you’re excitedly telling him something, does the thing where he brings you cold, clasped together hands up to his lips and blows hot hair into them, pressing small kisses against your cold knuckles

ricky boyfriend jewellery goes CRAZY too!! stocks up on rings because you always end up playing with them when he wears them, and always gently slides them onto your fingers before lacing your hands together. when you tell him you think he looks good with his new necklace, he’ll very casually take out off before asking you to turn around so he can put it on you instead, his fingers brushing the back of your neck and placing a little kiss behind your ear after—

[dwellinginsilence]

Stress Relief is a filthy little thing I came up with. It's also below the cut.

maise- sounds like 'masha', means beauty, goodness

Another ball of paper flies past Poppy’s head. This time she investigates.

She finds her best friend at another table in the school’s library, a thick tome open in front of her and several pieces of parchment with various scribbles on them.

Poppy warily approaches her friend; her friend with access to volatile ancient magic-and that’s on a good day. Poppy makes sure to make some noise and the other girl glances up, sighs, then returns to her work. “I don’t have time, Poppy. I have a paper due on the uses on Belladonna, another paper for extra credit in Herbology on the ‘signs, symbols, and meanings of plants and flowers’, a decoration project for Charms, Duncan asked for help doing his puffskein homework, Albie Weeks asked me to test out his new broom upgrade.” She pulls out her organizer, the only thing that helps her keep from going mad these days. “Oh, and study for NEWTS. I can’t handle anything else right now.”

Poppy clears her throat. “I wasn’t going to ask for anything. I just wanted to see if you needed anything.”

“Less stress,” she scoffs as she balls up another roll of parchment and tosses it across the library.

Poppy sighs and pulls a chair out next to her friend. “I can’t do anything about all the work you have to do. Except for maybe help Duncan, but I’ve heard of some…stress relief available.”

Her friend stops frantically scribbling to turn to Poppy with a raised eyebrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Again, Poppy sighs, but this time her face turns red as she leans in closer. “There’s a boy that helps relax some of the female students?”

The other girl furrows her brows. “Why can’t he help other boys too?”

Poppy’s eyes widen, embarrassed to say it outright. “He performs some…” She takes a deep breath and spits out the last part so quickly she can hardly be understood, “sexual favors.”

The other girl’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. “Poppy!” Her voice is quiet but scolding. “That’s vulgar.”

“I was trying not to say it.” Poppy smacks her lips.

“Saying it or not saying it doesn’t make it any less vulgar.” Her cheeks flame. “Who is it?”

Poppy shrugs. “I don’t actually know. I was having a difficult time so Lenora told me how to contact him. I never did. I was too nervous.”

“Lenora never told you,” she asked, almost interested.

“No.” Poppy rests her head on her hand. “Apparently they make an unbreakable vow to protect everyone involved. The girls can only say they’ve done it but not with who and the guy doesn’t share anything.”

She nibbles on her lip. “What if you meet and decide not to go through with it?”

“I really don’t know.” Poppy grabs a notebook of some kind from her bag and rips off a piece of parchment then copies something out of her notebook. “Use it or don’t, but this is how to contact him.”

She looks over the paper, it’s merely a slot in the owlery. She’s not sure how it works, but assumes he has an owl that picks up any mail from that space. She knows she should throw it away, having some type of meaningless sexual experience with a man she doesn’t know can’t be acceptable. Instead of throwing it away, however, she places it safely behind the cover of her Charms book and begins to gather her belongings. “What did Lenora say?”

Poppy picks up the few paper balls on the ground. “She said she’d never felt that amazing.”

With all her books piled into her arms, she asks Poppy one last question. “What…favor…does he do?”

Poppy leans in close to whisper in her ear. “He uses his mouth.” And with that, she rushes off to grab her own school work.

Her face flames just thinking of a man between her legs. Is that a normal act? She’d only ever kissed one boy and that was Leander Prewett near the end of 5th year. They’d spent nearly every Herbology class together and he finally got the nerve to kiss her, but after what happened in the repository, she couldn’t manage a relationship and broke things off. She hasn’t agreed to be courted by anyone since then.

She walks toward the library doors in silence, too distracted by thoughts of sexual favors to watch where she’s walking. Of course, she runs head first into what feels like a solid brick wall. All her books tumble to the ground as a quiet, “oomph,” passes her lips.

She’s faced with black and green robes and looks up to see who exactly she bumped into, but she has to keep looking up and up and up until she meets the warmest brown eyes she’s ever seen.

He looks familiar, but she can’t place him other than she knows he’s a 7th year, like herself. He offers her a friendly smirk as he bends to help her pick up her books and rolls of parchment.

She blinks rapidly then nearly falls to her knees in her haste to pick up her own belongings. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, and-“

“It’s not a problem.” His voice is low and raspy, just a hint of a Scottish brogue. He stands once again to his full height. “I’m very short, it happens all the time.”

She blinks at him, not at all sure if he’s teasing her or if he’s serious. If he’s serious, she may need to take him to Nurse Blainey because he is anything but short as he towers over her by probably close to a foot.

He bends himself nearly in half to be able to make their eyes level. His nose crinkles with mirth. “Teasing.”

She snorts and her cheeks turn bright red. “Of course.”

He hands her back her books just as Poppy meets them. He inclines his head toward her. “Poppy.”

“Sebastian.” She nods in his direction. “Hope you’re well.” She avoids eye contact and pulls her friend behind her.

The other girl screeches to a halt, causing Poppy to stumble. “What was that?”

Poppy looks back at the library. “I get nervous around Ominis, he was right behind Sebastian and I didn’t want to embarrass myself.”

She hums in acceptance. “I remember seeing Sebastian my first day of classes, but when I went to speak with him he was gone.” She gets into step with Poppy. “By the time he got back I’d become so busy with everything else that I never tried connecting with him.”

Poppy smacks her lips and looks at the ground. “That was a bad year for Sebastian from what I understand. His twin sister had been cursed the year prior and he nearly killed himself looking for a cure. I don’t know all the details, but I know she had some kind of fit that made Sebastian go home and miss school. I heard he’d even started looking into the Dark Arts to find anything that would work. She died the end of 5th year. Other than Ominis, he keeps mostly to himself now. He’s always nice and charming and he’s a beater on the Slytherin team, but otherwise he doesn’t interact much from what I know.”

The other girl sighs, sadly. Her heart in actual pain for Sebastian. “I can’t say I blame him. That kind of loss changes you.” Something inside nearly causes her to go back to the library to find a way to take his pain. But she doesn’t. Instead she lugs her books and quills and parchment back to her room.

And back in her room, she’d been planning to finish at least one of her assignments, but what she does instead is stare at the paper Poppy gave her.

She rarely takes chances, especially not after 5th year and losing Professor Fig. She toes the line, follows the rules, and takes on the problems of others. With no respite from the ongoing assignments and projects, she decides to quill a note to this unknown boy. Just contacting him doesn’t mean anything has to happen.

“Good day- I’m not at all sure how to do this. A friend gave me this information to seek some relaxation. Please disregard if I’ve been mislead.”

Before she loses her nerve, she sends the letter off with her owl.

All night she tosses and turns, regretting having sent that letter. Her only hope is that it’s all a hoax and she never receives anything back.

Alas, the universe ignores her pleas and the next morning her owl has a letter for her.

“Good ‘morrow, dear, I’m pleased to hear you were referred to me to help you find some much needed relaxation. To protect both of us, I only ask that if we meet we vow to not share identities to others. If you are interested in meeting and making a date, meet me this afternoon in the clocktower courtyard at 1300. I realize we will be missing class, but perhaps it’s just what we need. Hope to see you soon. Your humble servant”

She quickly rips up the letter and sets it aflame. She decides to pretend she never wrote the first letter and plans to avoid the clocktower courtyard at all costs.

But as the day goes on and she daydreams in each class what it might feel like to be pleasured by a man, she becomes increasingly agitated. By the time lunch comes around she can barely eat, let alone focus on the friendly conversations around her. And by the time lunch ends and everyone heads to their afternoon classes she’s worked herself into a fit.

Poppy and Natty approach her, both wearing worried expressions. “You should go lay down,” Natty tells her.

Poppy nods in agreement. “You’re very flushed. Go rest or maybe go to the hospital wing.” She presses her hand against her friend’s rosy cheek. “You could be coming down with something.”

“No, no.” She brushes Poppy and Natty’s concern off. “I’m fine. I really must attend class.” Otherwise, she may be too tempted to meet this mysterious boy.

Natty wants none of it. “I’ll get your work.” Both Natty and Poppy watch to make sure she heads to her common room, not to class.

Even though she doesn’t want an excuse to skip class and meet the boy, her best friends just gave her the perfect ruse. She pushes those thoughts aside, but she hears a nearby clock announce the time as 1 in the afternoon, the meeting time. Without consciously making the decision, she turns on her heel and heads to the clocktower courtyard, reprimanding herself the entire way. She should just go back to her room and rest, but before she knows it, she’s outside the closed door to the courtyard, contemplating her next actions and what has led her here.

She’d been taught that ladies wait to share their bodies with their husbands. This man would never be hers. Did she want to have to confess her sins to her future lover? Would she even have anything to confess if he only used his mouth?

She should turn around and forget she came. For all she knows, the boy left since she’s a few minutes late. Her curiosity to find out if he’s there and who he is wins over everything else. She takes a big breath and gently nudges the door open.

The rare sunlight pours into the courtyard, casting a lone figure as a silhouette. As she steps closer, she realizes he’s turned away from the door and takes the opportunity to watch him rub the back of his neck. He’s tall and broad and his brown hair looks as though he woke up and didn’t brush it. The thought makes her smile for a reason she doesn’t understand.

The door slams behind her, making her jump and the boy turn to face her. He crosses his arms over his chest, a crooked little smirk on his face. “Well, there you are. I was beginning to think you stood me up.”

She gulps and takes another step towards him. “You’re Sebastian.”

He tilts his head to the side as he silently regards her. “I am.”

She holds her hand out for him to shake. “I’m-“

“I know who you are.” He takes her hand, but instead of shaking it, he places a peck on the back.

She blushes and quickly puts both her hands behind her back. “Oh, that’s good.”

Sebastian chuckles under his breath. “Just because you came doesn’t mean anything has to happen.” He shrugs as if he isn’t talking about having sex with someone he doesn’t know. “You can change your mind at any point. As long as you’re comfortable.”

She bites her lip and shifts her weight from foot to foot. “I’m very nervous.”

“That’s ok.” He offers a smile he hopes is reassuring. “There isn’t anything specific you’re meant to feel.”

She returns his smile but doesn’t feel any more relaxed. “How does this work?”

He brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear before he answers. “We can pick a night and I’ll send you an owl with information and where to meet me. We don’t spend the night together, we don’t kiss, and I don’t want anything in return.”

“What do you get out of it?” She definitely doesn’t understand why he’d do sexual favors, especially if he doesn’t get anything back.

Something dark flashes across his features but it’s gone just as quickly. “I get the pleasure of your company.” Again, he grins. But suddenly it doesn’t look quite as charming as it had before, she just doesn’t understand why. “I do ask we make that unbreakable vow now to ensure we’re both protected.”

After they finish making their promises, she paces, still unsure of her feelings.

Sebastian, picking up on her anxiety, approaches her from behind and grasps her arms gently, then leans down so his lips are nearly touching her ear. “I will send you an owl with a day and time and what to do. If you decide you want to meet, you’ll be there. If not, I shall see you around the castle.” His warm breath disturbs her hair and tickles her ear and she can’t help but sigh.

At the loss of his warmth, she turns only to realize she’s alone. She wraps her arms around herself, feeling colder than ever.

That evening, her owl drops a letter on her bed before affectionately nipping her hair then flying off. She hates how eagerly she rips open the letter.

“Evening’s blessings to the most lovely witch, I quite enjoyed our chat this afternoon and hope I will see you this Friday night. An hour past curfew sneak down to the dungeons, stand behind the statue of the sleeping dragon and think of me. A door will appear. Inside I will be impatiently waiting for you. Here are a few expectations that may help you prepare. This will only happen once. I must assume you are not looking for a lasting commitment, nor am I, otherwise you probably wouldn’t be considering this. We will not kiss, nor will we spend the night together. I will, however, make sure you arrive back to your common room safely. I expect nothing, nor do I want anything, in return. I also believe taking a bath right beforehand would be relaxing for you before we meet. Your most eager servant”

She knows his signature is merely polite, but it still brings heat to her cheeks.

She isn’t sure if she will meet Sebastian or not, but she is incredibly aware of him the rest of the week. It boggles her mind how she can go from hardly noticing someone to practically feeling their presence everywhere.

By the time Friday morning arrives, her nerves are strung tighter than ever. Somehow the hours move painfully slowly and much too quickly at the same time.

When curfew comes, after her evening bath, she decides she will not meet Sebastian. She wants to save herself for the man she’ll with whom she’ll share her life. She can live with stress. She curls up deep in her blankets and talks herself into falling asleep.

When she hears the clock strike half after, her heart hammers uncontrollably in her chest and she suddenly knows that she’ll regret it forever if she doesn’t show up.

She rushes through the castle to the spot where Sebastian told her. She’s barely even skidded to a stop before a door is appearing, her thoughts focused solely on him.

The room inside is empty but for two doors, one cracked open, so she heads for that door. Inside, the room is warmly lit with candles, bookcases that overflow with books line the walls, more books are strewn everywhere, against a side wall is a large black bed with black blankets, but what actually catches her attention is the large fireplace and the beautiful boy pacing in front of it with a book in his hands.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Sebastian’s head snaps in her direction. He gives her a charming smile, shuts his book, then attempts to place it on the mantle of the fireplace but misses since his attention is solely on her. He fumbles with the book but catches it before it lands in the fire then places it on the mantle and takes an extra moment to make sure it doesn’t fall. When he’s satisfied, he turns back to the girl that’s made him all flustered. He rubs the back of his neck in hopes that his blush isn’t visible. “I’m glad you came.”

She sighs and wrings her hands together. “I’m not sure why. I…I don’t know.” She shrugs, hoping he’ll understand because she definitely doesn’t. She’s flustered and confused by her own behavior. She doesn’t know why she came or what she expects or why she began this to start with.

Sebastian slowly walks to her as if she’s a frightened creature and he thinks perhaps she is. “You don’t need to know. Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to. We could simply spend the evening together. ”

She wonders if he asks that of all the girls he brings here.

When he’s close enough to touch her, he reaches out and drags a finger down her arm. He watches his own finger in what looks to her like amazement. “What do you enjoy in your spare time?”

She takes a giant step back, not ready to acknowledge how Sebastian’s touch makes her feel. “I explore the Highlands, cook, herbology, and I quite enjoy dueling but I rarely get to because none of my friends enjoy it.”

Sebastian’s stomach flips, the first signs of adrenaline stir. “We can duel while you get comfortable. I don’t believe I was ever able to reclaim my honor.”

“Oh?” Her blood begins pumping as her fingers wrap around the handle of her wand. “Don’t go easy on me.”

Sebastian’s laugh is a low rumble. “You wish.” He mimics her dueling stance. “No damage spells. I don’t want either of us to get injured. First disarmed loses.”

All she does is nod. A moment passes. A flick of her wrist. A whisper. Then Sebastian is throwing up a shield and the peace is broken. As soon as the spell hits his shield, he casts a Stupefy to which she merely dodges gracefully then uses Protego, anticipating Sebastian using another spell. She blasts Confundo his way, a spell he rarely hears used so it takes him off guard and he very nearly doesn’t get his shield up to protect him from her Expelliarmis. His pride having taken a small hit, he fakes a huge spell only to send a basic cast. With her slightly off balance he casts Stupefy, knowing she won’t be able to get a shield in time she tumbles toward Sebastian, the Stupefy breezing through her hair as it flies by. She pops up behind him, but he’d been watching, so he casts Accio, drawing her the small space between them, he grabs hold of each wrist even still holding his wand in one hand. In her shock, she struggles against his hold causing both of them to stumble against the wall.

The breath rushes from Sebastian’s lungs and all he can breathe in is the sweet, fruity scent of female. He can’t decide what feature of her gentle face he wants to settle on, so his eyes flit back and forth all over her face.

He lets go of one wrist for only a moment to release his wand. The sound of it clattering on the hard, cold floor echos throughout the room. He doesn’t know what he’s feeling, he’s never felt it. It’s hot, desperate, urgent. He licks his lips.

She gasps. Need swirling low in her belly. She hadn’t known what this feeling had been all week, but now that she’s feeling it so deeply she can barely breathe she has no doubt what it is. She needs him. She licks her lips, mirroring him, but now they’re so close that her tongue brushes his bottom lip.

Sebastian’s eyes flutter closed at the same time he moans so deep and low that she’s not sure she actually heard him. He gently brushes his thumb along her other wrist, but this time he presses against the tendon, causing her fist to loosen and drop her wand. He then entwines their fingers and closes the distance between them.

He’s kissed a few girls but he hasn’t felt the need like this. But now, right this instance, he doesn’t think he’d be able to continue on without feeling her lips, breathing her breath.

She immediately responds by pushing up on her toes and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He hums approval against her mouth and bends to finger up her skirt, get his hands underneath, then glide his palms from her calves to her thighs. He lifts her up with ease, his days as beater building him to be a force, then carries her to the bed where he lays her down.

Sebastian looms over her, teeth digging into his bottom lip, back of his fingers brushing loose strands of hair from her eyes. “I’ve done nothing but think of this all week. Useless I’ve been.” He leans down to flick his tongue against her ear lobe and though she whimpers like he’d hoped, he shivers. “Completely.” Presses a kiss under her jaw. “Utterly.” Sucks gently where her shoulder and neck meet. “Hopelessly useless.” Without leaving kisses, he drags his lips along the neckline of her casual dress, having unbuttoned many of the front buttons while she’d been distracted.

She whines, arches her back, and rocks her hips seeking something but she has no idea what. She fumbles with her hands, she wants to grasp something, hold, pull something but can’t settle on the blankets or Sebastian’s shoulders so finally she buries her fingers in his hair then sighs; which elicits a dark chuckle from him. She doesn’t know what’s funny or why he’d laugh at her and it makes her pout and her eyes sting.

As if he can sense her trepidation, he smoothly slithers up her body, dragging the sleeve of her dress and combination down her arm at the same time. “Impatient, are we?” He nuzzles the crook of her neck and breathes her in. He tries his damnedest to stifle his own sigh but he doesn’t know how successful he is. He palms her cheek to force her to make eye contact then leaves the most chaste of kisses on her lips. “I quite like that.”

He moves off the bed in a move so sudden she feels turned around herself. Just as suddenly, he pulls her up by her arms, a cheeky grin appearing and she can’t help but laugh at this sight of a playful boy.

But just as quickly as he came, he’s gone, back in his place is the smoldering man that has her insides spontaneously turning to ash. He steps behind her, not daring to remove his hands from her bare skin. He needs only unbutton a few more before her dress is loose enough to fall to the floor, all the while his lips trail across her neck, cheeks, and shoulders.

Sebastian wants to step back to look. If he’s honest, he wants to make her stand on a platform while he sits back to watch for hours, but he’s not even dumb enough to think she’ll let him get a satisfying glance let alone a whole show. So instead, he crowds her personal space and urges her back when the back of her knees hit his bed.

Surprisingly, she stops him. With the most innocent look he’s ever seen, she paws his chest. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one without clothes.”

“Life is fair?” The harsh words leave his mouth before he even thinks them, before he can analyze them, before he can mask them and make them appropriate for everyone else. Instead of pity or shock in her eyes he sees understanding, but he’s not interested in that either. “You’re right.” He releases his buttons as quickly as possible. “Whatever you desire.” Those words cause something sad to pass her features but neither press the issue.

He grabs her hip to pull her close, then cups her cheek to close the distance. Kissing her the first time had been a mistake and Sebastian had never been good at fixing his mistakes, especially not when they felt this good. This time when he urged her further onto the bed, she keeps her arms around him as she shuffles back.

Sebastian pulls away from their kiss to wrap his hands around the back of her thighs, a sly smile graces his face, then he pulls her legs out from under her. In shock, she squeals as she falls back then giggles. Sebastian, satisfied with her reaction, cages her in with his arms, buries his face in her hair, and growls playfully only making her giggle more.

His hands roam her body, mapping her curves and edges and delicate lines and when he comes back up her body, he brushes her nipples with his thumbs.

The tingling feeling that seems to explode inside her is unexpected and new and she can’t help the embarrassingly loud moan. She covers her face to at least partially cover her shame, but she feels Sebastian come closer. She clenches her muscles, under no circumstances will Sebastian ever see her again, but he doesn’t try to pull her hands away.

Instead, his lips brush the curve of her ear and his breath tickles the little hairs there. “I’m certain that is my new favorite sound.” His voice has somehow become even darker and raspier than before. He slinks down her body until she feels his breath across her nipples and curiosity makes her peek between her fingers.

Sebastian’s watching her with a knowing grin. “I wonder what sound you’ll make when I do this.” He keeps eye contact as he flicks his tongue across her nipple then takes it into his mouth and sucks.

The scene itself is so vulgar, she doesn’t even need the exquisite pulsing pleasure between her legs, watching him is enough. So she drops her hands to have an unobstructed view, to which he rewards her by rolling her other nipple between his fingers.

She finds it hard to believe that he could enjoy what he’s doing, but she keeps hearing and feeling his moans. Too soon, even though it seems like he’s been sustaining himself at her breast forever, he moves lower, pressing open mouthed kisses all along her torso and hips. The closer he gets to the apex of her thighs the more she squirms against his hold and the tighter he holds her, his breathing becoming more and more shallow, anxious for his first taste.

But first, he continues, adoring her body, lavishing kisses, licks, and playful bites along her thighs and calves, tickles behind her knee, massages the arch of her foot. Then he pays the same homage to the other. Only this time when he nips her inner thigh he pushes the other further open then lightly drags his index and middle fingers along her sex.

She gasps and shoots up, ram rod straight. “Sebastian…” Her voice is quiet and shaky and she tries her best not to sound as terrified as she feels.

Sebastian shifts until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of his bed, pulls her to him by her calves, settles her so that her bottom is near the edge of the bed and he’s near eye level with her like this, then holds her face between his hands. “I’ll stop.” He kisses her nose. “Right now, this second I’ll walk away, but I really hope you don’t make me. Please don’t make me.” Beyond his blown out pupils and pinkened cheeks, she sees a desperation in his eyes that she’s never seen anywhere before. He opens his mouth to say something else, but she’s already decided it doesn’t matter. She’ll give him anything he asks for tonight. “Have I given you any reason to doubt I won’t take care of you?” He drops his gaze to her lips where he presses his thumb and his own lips twitch. She can only shake her head. “Let me make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so good, I swear, maise.” His voice sounds only slightly hysterical, so she nods. He crashes his mouth to hers, licking her top lip.

Sebastian showers her with attention. When she’s keening, rocking her hips, and fisting the sheets so tightly her knuckles turn white, he unclenches her fingers and places them back in his hair. He hisses at her first tug and delights in the sharp sting.

His lips rest at her pubic bone while his fingers stroke her skin, just to get her used to the feel of someone else. Her eyes are pinched shut, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, and her shoulders are so tense they’re nearly touching her ears. “Relax, maise,” he coos at her. Immediately some tension leaves her body, but not enough for her to fully enjoy what he plans to do.

Sebastian finally allows himself to gaze at what he’s been longing for all evening. His mouth waters, he tries to swallow but can’t. She’s perfect. Pink and glistening, groomed naturally but neatly. Her scent is fresh and feminine and entirely her. He vibrates with the need to taste her but she needs him to go slowly.

He spreads her lips, just to get a view. And a view he gets, he stares more blatantly than he’s ever dared, completely mesmerized by her body and paralyzed by his need. Thoughts he’s never had before begin bombarding him.

Mark her. Claim her. Cover her with your seed. Breed her. Bury your face between her legs and take what she’s giving you. Bite her. Look at her, she wants you, fuck her until she can’t walk then parade her around the castle. Make her cum so much you’ll never be able to get her scent off-

“Sebastian? Is something wrong?” She closes her legs, the only thing that finally gets his attention.

“Yes. No.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. You’re so lovely. I lost myself.”

She glares, disbelievingly, but begins to lower her legs. “You’re mad.”

“There’s an argument for that.” He offers her a charming smile as he lays his head on her thigh. “But only because I’ve turned dumb at one glance of you. For Salazar’s sake, believe me, maise. You’ve made me a fool.”

He returns to his prized position and this time doesn’t hesitate, forget easing her into this. He’s astounded by how wet she is, soaking his fingers, making them easy to glide along her body. He watches her face the first time he touches her clit and he’s not disappointed. Her eyes roll back, her back arches, her thighs spread even wider, but it’s the sound she makes that gets him rutting against his bed.

While he worships her clit, with his other hand he begins to stretch her open. He knows he has no right to this, he can’t actually have this part of her, but just a sample wouldn’t hurt anyone. His index finger is barely halfway inside her before she feels so tight he’s sure he’ll break her. But when she whines for more he can’t deny her and it’s torture to imagine the feel of her, knowing he’ll never have it.

Sebastian can’t take the temptation anymore. He’s never needed to have someone, to pleasure them so badly. To him it had never really been about the sex. He’d been looking for a way to assuage his guilt over his inability to heal his twin when he realized his affection was free. He liked it, enjoyed making people feel good, got off on the act itself, but it had never been more, serious, a need.

He’d also never found anyone worth his time. And he knew how that sounded. But that didn’t change how he felt. All women were beautiful therefore no woman stood out. All women should be treated like queens so there was no queen. He wasn’t ready to look too deeply into the fact that for over two years he’d caught himself looking at and wondering about one specific girl over and over.

Pushing thoughts that he doesn’t want to think away, he removes his fingers, spreads her, then licks deeply from her, ending with a hard suck of her clit. She tries to arch her back, but Sebastian keeps her pinned to the bed so all she can do is wail at the exquisite yet unfamiliar feeling.

She feels the vibration of a moan before she hears it. Actually, she never hears it. She feels vibrations around her clit, then Sebastian throws his head back then slides off the bed, leaning on the edge. He doesn’t stay there long, he slowly stands to his full height. His head is bowed, hair messy and in his face so she can’t see his eyes, but she can see his body. His muscles are taut and twitching and there’s a wet spot along his erection. Having never seen a man or been told what happens she doesn’t know what to expect and is embarrassed as much as she is interested by the hardness there. Before she can do or say anything, Sebastian is over her, grasping her face a tad more roughly than she’d have liked but when she looks at his face she doesn’t care. His eyes are hooded, nearly pitch black, and he can’t focus.

Sebastian tilts her head away and licks the length of her neck ending at her ear. “You…” he palms her breast with his free hand. “Taste so f-f-fucking good.” He nuzzles behind her ear and hums in pleasure. “I’m going to feast all night.”

He roughly grabs the back of her knees and pushes them up and apart, giving him space for what he wants. He takes a moment to ogle, lick his lips, then he’s on her as promised. Any self respect he had is long gone, replaced by a confusing need to not only taste as much as he can, but please her as much as he can. So where he would usually slowly explore, build tension over a long period of time, then make sure the girl enjoyed an intense orgasm, now he’s focused on building pleasure as quickly as possible, as many times as possible, in as many ways as possible. And since it still isn’t about him, even though he’s in pain and rutting against the bed for friction, he won’t allow himself to come.

Sebastian spent months reading the raunchiest fiction, the most lurid and up to date physiology books, sneaking into drunken taverns and night clubs, even going as far as to hire women, dose them with Veritaserum, then Obliviate them to learn the secrets of female pleasure.

He enjoys the act, enjoys feeling a woman squirm underneath him, beg for release. He admires each form, mentally congratulating the Maker on a job very well done for each intricate masterpiece. It’s a puzzle he wants to spend time on to figure out how each female is different, what they like, don’t like, what makes them scream his name. He doesn’t find pleasure in much else these days and even though he won’t touch himself until he’s alone, in women is the only place he finds any semblance of pleasure.

Sebastian is drunk, disillusioned, dizzy on her taste, fueled by his frenzied thirst for more. His arm pins her down to keep her where he wants her while his other keeps her spread wide for his ravenous appetite. He probes his tongue along her entrance, teasing the tight ring of nerves then inside for a richer taste. He groans against her slick flesh, heightening the vast emotions she’s feeling. He grinds into the bed so furiously, their movements cause it to squeak and whine underneath them. He is sure that she’s leaving crescent shape marks along his scalp, neck, and shoulders every time she comes undone. He only hopes they’re still there in the morning.

Only when tears flow down her face and her only movements are involuntary convulsions and aftershocks, does Sebastian find himself even remotely satisfied with the amount of pleasure he’s lavished on the girl beneath him. He begrudgingly pulls himself away, everything inside screaming at him to return to what he was doing. He doesn’t. He looks at her to gain the strength to give her the rest she needs.

She’s clearly exhausted. She’s red and sweaty and still panting from the last orgasm he graced her with. But his need is still a violent, living thing inside him. He climbs up the bed, not taking his eyes off her, licking what’s left of her from his lips, desperate to have everything.

Despite, how deeply Sebastian craves her, he pulls her into his arms where he gently rubs and soothes her muscles, brushes her hair off her damp face, caresses her back, and stays close to her. He quite enjoys having her in his arms.

She doesn’t hesitate in accepting his affection at all. She presses herself as close to Sebastian as she can and simply allows him to dote on her while she continues to whimper. The way he soothes her makes her feel more lovely and precious than she ever has before. Although she can’t lie and say she didn’t absolutely love the attention he showed her with his skilled mouth, but she’s not sure which she loves more.

Even when Sebastian finishes rubbing the aches and kinks out of her muscles and makes sure every inch of her is thoroughly caressed and lays next to her, he still doesn’t stop kissing her. Her cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, arms, the top swell of her breasts, short, long, open mouthed. She isn’t sure what his end goal is, but it reminds her of what his mouth can do and makes her hot all over again. Only this time she wants to touch him.

She wiggles out of his grasp and swears she hears a whine. She encourages him onto his back then straddles his thighs. He only manages to stare at her in confusion as she runs her hands up and down his chest before coming to rest at the waistband of his breeches.

She bites her bottom lip then steels herself. “Can I return the favor?”

Sebastian clenches his teeth. This had never been an issue before. None of the other girls ever asked to return the favor, it had always been clear he didn’t want anything. “I thought I made it clear I don’t want anything?”

“You did.” She shrugs, nerves and embarrassment begin to sink in. “But I want- I want to make you feel good. I mean, I know I’ve never done that, but I want to.” She looks to him with her eyes glassy. “Is there something wrong with me?” She pushes her bottom lip out and looks at him from beneath her lashes.

While she continues to silently plead to use him, his internal war rages within himself. The last thing Sebastian wants to do is hurt her or make her think something is wrong with her. She’s absolutely perfect, beyond anything he could’ve ever conjured up. And Merlin knows he would kill to have her mouth on him.

But he put those boundaries in place to protect not only himself, but everyone involved. He knew he wasn’t emotionally available, he knew he couldn’t offer her everything she deserved, and he knew it would be unfair to let either of them experience more. He also knew he had no hope to tell her no. He’d rather gut himself on a rusted knife than refuse her anything at this point.

Sebastian reaches up to softly drag his thumb across her bottom lip, relishing not only the silkiness of her lip but also the shiver that visibly goes through her. “I have nothing else to give you, but I’m at your mercy.” He wraps his hand behind her neck so he can force her down to him, it has been far too long since he’s tasted her.

She relaxes into his kiss while simultaneously riling herself up. Each noise Sebastian offers is a boost to her confidence, each grunt an encouragement to continue, each hiss a reminder that he wants this, each slurred vulgarity a sign that his control is slipping more and more and it’s thrills her.

She wiggles herself between Sebastian’s spread legs then allows herself the treat to shamelessly view him unrefined. His hair, always a mess but she figures he must style it that way because ‘mess’ doesn’t describe the chaotic mop curling over his forehead and into his eyes. And speaking of his eyes, they’re naturally a warm, welcoming brown, but now they’re half lidded, nearly black, and hot like cooled magma with more cracking underneath. His cheeks are rosy and damp making his freckles more clear than ever. His lips are red and swollen and glistening from his biting them between pleas for more. His neck and collar are even left with a few blossoming bruises that make her feel quite proud. Never has the vision of a man made her feel so powerful or desired.

Sebastian whines pathetically and ruts into her, begging for her to continue anything. With a wicked grin, she resumes her descent down his body with licks and kisses. She doesn’t know if this is right but if Sebastian’s panting is any sign, she thinks it must be. She fumbles with the buttons on his breeches, so he shoves her hands away and undoes them himself so he can hastily push them over his hips.

He moans long and low when his heavy cock is finally freed and slaps against his stomach. He grips himself tightly in his fist and arches his back as he pumps his hand hard twice, then swirls his thumb around the sensitive head, collecting all the precum that’s already begun dripping.

She can’t help staring. She’s never seen a man before and had no idea what to expect, but now all she wants is to taste him, feel his full thickness in her mouth. She doesn’t wonder if Sebastian might think she’s disgusting or if she’s about to commit some social faux pas, she grabs Sebastian’s hand and sucks the fluid off his thumb solely because she wants to. And she is not disappointed by the salty, masculine taste. She is however, mildly embarrassed by how loud she groans in response to his flavor.

But when Sebastian cusses quietly under his breath, she thinks maybe it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Only having heard some quiet whispers from older classmates, she doesn’t have much of any idea what to do. So she takes what she’s heard and what feels right and just does something.

She grabs the base of his cock, mentally noting how thick and hot he feels, then keeps eye contact as she licks from the base to the tip, swirling her tongue around, then sucking, making sure to lap up every last drop of precum.

Sebastian’s breath stutters and he grips his sheets in his fists so tightly his knuckles turn white. “Sweet fucking S-salaz-zar! Damn it!”

She repeats the action then tries to take him in as deep as she can which isn’t far before she’s gagging and Sebastian spills a few more curses. She moves her head up and down his length as far as she can, using her tongue and hands to make up for her lack of prowess.

Sebastian’s near lost his mind, nothing has felt like this nor has he ever seen anything as stunning as this. His mind is blank except for the beautiful girl doing everything she can to make him feel good. Nothing else matters except for her and what she’s doing and how he feels. Every nerve feels like she’s worshipping it at once, using her soft tongue to tease every sensitive part of him. He doesn’t want this to end. He wants to keep her and stay with her and continue this forever but he’s so close. He tries to warn her but only broken sounds and desperate moans escape his lips. So he taps her cheek to get her to stop, but instead she digs her fingers into his thighs and recommits to her decision by hollowing out her cheeks and moaning. He grabs her hair, meaning to pull her off him, but instead he pulls her closer and holds her heads while he spills his hot seed down her throat. He twitches against her with each contented sigh, his body slowly relaxing against her.

She only releases him when he’s softened, but licks away any residual cum she may have missed while Sebastian lazily combs his fingers through her tangled hair. He suddenly jerks away from her with a hiss. “Sensitive, maise. Be nice.”

She laps playfully at the same place which cause him to growl and tickle her mercilessly. She pleads for him to stop and only once he has her pinned underneath him, nibbling at her neck does he relent at all.

He feels more relaxed and lighthearted than he has in years and he doesn’t understand but he’s not going to forfeit this feeling that he’s sure is merely fleeting.

He gathers her in his arms and holds her, completely tangled up in all his limbs. He doesn’t even try all that hard not to fall asleep. He is mildly disoriented when he wakes up cold and alone the next morning.

If Sebastian thought he had been brainless before having that girl in his bed, it’s nothing compared to how useless he is now. Every little thing he does reminds him of her. Every duel is with her. Every woman is her. He swears he can smell her nearly all the time, he hears her moans in the halls. He hasn’t even seen her since that night but she’s all around him, he almost feels like he’s going mad.

He finally makes it to a meal on time this week. Thankful he won’t have to scrounge through the kitchens for scraps, he plops himself next to Ominis. “Ah, finally see fit to eat with the rest of us?”

Sebastian shoves his shoulder against his best friend’s. “I thought the commoners may feel forg…” Whatever witty words he’d planned to spew at Ominis promptly die on his tongue as his witch strolls light footed into the Great Hall. Memories of their night together flash through his mind. He drags his thumb across his lips almost able to taste her slick on his tongue again.

Not hungry for what’s on the table, Sebastian barely eats. His pretty little witch keeps looking behind her at him to make eye contact every time her friends tell her that he’s still staring which is every few moments because he doesn’t stop glaring holes in her back.

Having already broken all his rules, what’s one more? As soon that pretty witch leaves the Great Hall with none of her friends in tow, Sebastian follows, slinking behind her, gauging for the right moment to trap her.

Barely a squeak is heard before she’s pinned against a wall in a hidden corridor, Sebastian’s mouth swallowing all her sounds that slowly become moans as she relaxes into his arms. He teases her lips with his tongue before sucking hers into his mouth.

She gently pushes him away, Sebastian allows them to separate but he doesn’t go far, electing to press his forehead to hers. Her fingers climb up his school robes and grasp the collar. “What are we doing here,” she asks, still breathless from his kisses.

Sebastian smirks, he finds he likes when she sounds breathless. “Once isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough. I’ll never have enough of you, maise.”

Her hearts slams into her chest, she’d been heartbroken leaving him the morning after and everyday since. But she knew his rules, even if he decided to break a few that didn’t make her special no matter how badly she wanted him again. Could his words possibly mean what she hopes? “You don’t know me.”

“I know enough.” He shrugs, a sweet lopsided smile plastered onto his face. “I know I want to feel like this everyday. With you. Only you.”

“You really are mad.” She tries to shove him away as she laughs, but he pulls her back to him.

Sebastian presses his nose to hers, peace and warmth flooding him in a way he doesn’t remember ever feeling. “There is definitely an argument for that. I just happen to know what I want.”

She nuzzles into his chest. “I do believe your spontaneity may be a great source of stress in my future.” Her words are mumbled against his school uniform.

Sebastian can still make out her words and he chuckles quietly. He leans down, his words brushing her ear. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m skilled at stress relief.”

She giggles and playfully shoves at him before pulling him in for a long, passionate kiss.

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This Day in Buster…February 4, 1966

They say the memory cheats, but the memory of Mrs Maise of Buster Keaton & his family is far from amazing.  See if you can spot the truth in her story printed in Bedford, IN newspaper, the Times-Mail ;)

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Names generated from Hmong names

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1k pages readathon wrap up

The Mistletoe Motive by Chloe Liese (185 pages)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Rep: autistic and demisexual MC

You've Got Mail is one of my favorite movies so this was perfect for me 💕

The Stranger Beside Me by Ann Rule (625 pages)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Creepy and terrifying, this Ted Bundy biography was really good

The Mother-in-Law by Kiersten Modglin (300 pages)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

A predictable thriller that I found just okay.

Chasing the Boogeyman by Richard Chizmar (336 pages)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

This was a fictionalized true crime book which had more descriptions of the MC's personal life than the murders itself, very slow paced.

The Dare by Elle Kennedy (352 pages)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The final book in this sports romance series, it was a fun time

Marriage for One by Ella Maise (520 pages)

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

This had the grumpy-sunshine trope that I love and it was great till the last 20% and then with the reveal it ruined a lot of it.

TOTAL PAGES READ: 2320 🎉

Thanks for hosting, Mary @books-and-cookies !! Had a lovely time as always, looking forward to the next one 💖

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Hello! First of all I love your blog, it has helped me a lot and I hope you have a great day! My question is: I am having trouble describing a long-term friendship. The main character of my story has a childhood friend who, however, doesn't cover a great role until the very end. I'm having trouble making the reader understand the two of them have known each other since they were little, they trust and care for each other etc. sorry if I haven't been completely clear and thank you in advance! 💕

Illustrating Relationship with Character’s Absent Childhood BFF

I super have you covered here because I have this same situation in one of my WIPs. Here’s what I’ve been doing:

1) Illustrate the friendship as it is now.

In my story, the BFF is present at the beginning of the story, so I have the opportunity to illustrate what their friendship is like “currently” as the story begins, but if your character’s BFF can’t be there in person, try working them in some other way, like through a phone/video call, text message, or e-mail. If that’s not possible, you could even have another character ask your friend about their BFF, like, “I thought Crystal was coming to visit this week?” And then your character could explain that she’s in Vegas with a bunch of friends. Then maybe the other character says, “How come you didn’t go? Haven’t you and Crystal been best friends since childhood?” And then your character could fill in whatever necessary details, like, “We have, but we grew apart in our teens.” Or, “Yep! And we take a besties trip twice a year, but she’s hanging out with old college friends this weekend,” or something like that. The point is, you start establishing the friendship (as it is currently), while adding in a little backstory, right from the start.

2) Keep them in touch as much as possible.

My MC is constantly talking to her BFF via calls and text. She seeks her out when she needs advice or has a wild story to share, and vice versa. This way, even though the BFF isn’t an active part of the story, she’s still present and part of the story.

3) Have your MC talk about their BFF from time to time. 

Even when our BFFs aren’t around, we tend to refer to them when we’re with other people. We might say something like, “Oh! My best friend Olivia loves this song!” or “My best friend Olivia and I have been going to this bar for five years.” You don’t even have to include the best friend label as many people don’t, but the point is the MC is bringing the bestie up to the characters they’re around through most of the story. This also provides an opportunity for more discussion. Maybe your character tells a story about getting that album for their bestie for their sixteenth birthday, and then maybe another character points out that they’ve known each other a long time, then your character can explain that they’ve been friends since kindergarten or whenever. Having your character share memories of the bestie, especially when the memory is somehow relevant to something happening in the present, is a great way to keep them part of the story. Just make sure your character isn’t constantly name dropping their BFF. It can definitely go too far. ;)

4) Exposition references are great, too.

Whether your MC is the narrator or there’s a third-person narrator, you can include best friend references in exposition, too. For example, something like, “Maise gazed up at the castle and was instantly reminded of spending the day at a similar castle with her best friend, Sophie, nearly twenty years earlier. They’d gotten a room at the old ‘haunted’ castle on a lark, and ended up having so much fun they’d vowed to go back every year. The memory reminded her that she hadn’t seen Sophie in almost two years, and it might be a good time to schedule another trip to the old castle soon.” (Alternatively, you can do the same in first-person... “I gazed up at the castle and was instantly reminded of spending the day at a similar castle with my best Sophie...”

5) Give the MC an important part to play, even from afar.

Even if the BFF isn’t actually in the story until the end, you may be able to give them an important role earlier on. For example, maybe your character is having trouble getting in touch with her mother and no one knows where she is, so she calls the best friend and sends her to go check up on her, and it’s the best friend who finds the ransom note that sets off the next major plot event. Even just having the bestie give a pivotal piece of advice or talk your character off a metaphorical ledge can be a good way to keep them involved even when they’re not immediately present. It might not be possible in all stories, but if you can swing it, it’s definitely a good method.

I hope that helps! :)

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[hariboz]

i went to school w ollie placing first on my mind, i sat through my classes w ollie placing first on my mind, i went home w ollie placing first on my mind 🥹😞 that moment is forever etched on my brain fr 😭

same i cannot go even an hour without thinking about it and just being insanely happy!! like he really did it 🥹 it’s all i’ve been talking about i’m sure everyone is sick of me BUT i’ve been waiting for this for so long and he finally gets what he deserves aaaaaaah 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 also ollie said all the yuehuaz congratulated him and i’m just so 🥹🫶🏻 my yuehuaz ☹️

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1 - Home sweet home

Respirei fundo o ar de Seattle assim que meus pés tocaram o chão do aeroporto. A sensação de voltar para casa era incrível, mais a que estaria por vir seria ainda melhor. Minha eu interior se remexeu em uma euforia mal contida para começar a minha retribuição. Sorri para ela em concordância, eu ia adorar cada momento do meu plano.

Depois de andar um pouco pelo aeroporto, avistei um grupo de pessoas que deveriam estar quase sendo expulsos de tanto barulho que faziam. Reconheci imediatamente as vozes.

Minha família.

Assim que minha mãe me viu ela correu na minha direção e me abraçou com tanta força que quase pude ouvir o estalo dos meus ossos. Sorri comigo mesma, dona Michelle Turner continuava a mesma; sempre querendo proteger os filhos.

- Você, Sophie Belinda Turner, está estritamente proibida de sair debaixo da minha asa novamente. – resmungou assim que nós soltamos, para que logo depois eu pudesse ser envolvida pelos braços do meu pai.

- Pai. – disse enquanto absorvia o cheiro alma riscado que vinha da sua camisa. Meu pai continuava igual, só que agora os cabelos estavam um pouco mais grisalhos.

- Bem – vinda, querida. – ele sussurrou de volta.

Um vulto de cabelo castanho passou por mim e senti meus pés saírem do chão, enquanto eu era girada me fazendo gargalhar. Eu sabia quem podia fazer aquilo.

- Rick! Me põe no chão! – gargalhei, e mesmo assim ele não me soltava.

- Pequena! Que saudade!

- Também senti.

Richard era o mais velho, mas sem duvido o mais infantil de nós três. Minha mãe costumava dizer que o Rick não tinha em juízo, ele compensava em energia.

- Cadê a Maisie? – perguntei depois que ele me soltou.

- Está no estagio. Ela queria muito vir, mas, infelizmente, não conseguiu sair. – quem respondeu foi meu pai.

- Mais não se preocupe, vamos todos hoje jantar no Ollie’s ,o que acha? Vai ser ótimo comemorar a sua volta. – minha mãe estava quase dando pulinhos de alegria.

- Claro.

- Vamos. Temos um longo caminho de carro e eu tenho certeza que você tem muita coisa pra contar. – bufei. Minha mãe me deu um olhar de quem queria ouvir muitos detalhes sobre os meus últimos anos a suíça, e eu não estava nem um pouco interessada em contar há ela.

Quebra – de – tempo

 Meu quarto continuava igual. Assim que abri a porta, foi como se eu estivesse voltando no tempo. Sendo transportada para a época em que eu não tinha sido machucada.  

Fui despertada dos meus devaneios ao ouvir uma batida na porta. Não precisava me virar para reconhecer aquela musica – In My Life dos Beatles – e as únicas pessoas que tocavam aquilo na minha porta.

- Uma filha prodiga a casa torna. – senti o sarcasmo na voz de Rose, enquanto ela se me aproximava. Abracei ela, tentando matar a saudade que senti nos últimos anos.

Foi um mal necessário.

Mesmo que meu inconsciente desse uma justificativa plausível, eu ainda me sentia mal.  Não queria ter tido de abandonar tantas pessoas importantes aqui. Mais, no fundo eu sabia que era o que eu devia saber na época. Assim como eu sei o que tenho – e vou – fazer agora.

Antes que eu e Rose pudéssemos nós separar do abraço, Emilia voou em nós duas, e, consequentemente, derrubando nós três na cama. Gargalhamos, enquanto cada uma ia para um lado da cama. Depois que as risadas cessaram e recobramos o mínimo de dignidade possível, nós sentamos na cama.

- Ah, meu Deus! Eu senti tanta falta sua, garota. – Emilia parecia não querer me soltar, Rose estava praticamente tendo que tira-la de cima de mim.

- Também senti sua falta, Em.

- E eu? – Rose se manifestou. E, apesar de ter soado meio enciumada, dava pra notar o humor na voz dela.

- Vem cá. – e, novamente, Emilia nos espremeu em um abraço de urso.

- Será que eu posso dar ao menos um “oi” para a minha irmã? - Me virei reconhecendo a voz da minha caçulinho, mais quando a vi eu não a reconheci.

Deus, quanto tempo eu tinha ficado fora? Maise estava tão diferente. Lembro de que quando a deixei ela era uma adolescente com aparelho e óculos. Mais a mulher que eu via na minha frente era totalmente diferente; os cabelos curtos e ondulados ao tamanho dos ombros combinavam perfeitamente com os saltos e jeans justo.

-  Quem é você e o que fez com a minha caçula?

- Digo o mesmo.

- Céus, Maisie! Você está enorme. – exclamo, enquanto a abraço. Descarrego nesse abraço toda a saudade que tinha da minha caçulinha.

- Senti saudade. – ela murmura no meu ouvido, fazendo-me comprimi-la ainda contra mim.

- Eu também. – sussurrei de volta.

- Vamos, mamãe está chamando. Afinal, temos uma reserva no Ollie’s. – Maisie sorriu de um jeito que me fez perceber que ela estava aprontando alguma coisa.

- Margaret...

A encarei com os olhos semicerrados, ela sabia que eu só a chamava pelo nome quando estava prestes a puxar sua orelha. Ela levantou as mãos em forma de rendição e sibilou um nome que enviou uma descarga de euforia pelo meu corpo.

Natalie.

Abri um dos maiores sorrisos desde de que cheguei, e me virei para Rose e Emilia. Elas me encaram como se esperassem que eu pudesse ter um ataque a qualquer momento. Mais a ultima coisa que eu pretendia era passar mal.

- Vamos?

Quebra – de – tempo

 Natalie continuava a mesma. Falsa, víbora e loira. Assim que os olhos azuis dela me avaliaram de cima a baixo, eu soube que ela não tinha mudado nada. A postura continuava a mesma, assim como o brilho de maldade nos olhos da mesma. Segurei a bile que me subia a garganta no momento em que os braços dela me envolveram num abraço.

- Senti saudades, priminha. – ela sussurro rente ao meu ouvido.

Não disse nada, o silencio era a minha estratégia. Ela acha que continuo a mesma adolescente estupido e idiota, então vai baixar a guarda. Primeira regra da vingança: não impressione seu inimigo. Se ele achar que você é fraca, vai te subestimar. Vai achar que você nunca é capaz de  desafia-lo, enfrenta-lo.

Não respondi, apenas dei um sorriso tímido em concordância.  O sorriso de Natalie se alargou ainda mais, ela parecia estar mais que contente em ver que depois de anos eu continuava indefesa. Minha eu interior xingava e fazia gestos obscenos na direção da minha prima. Apenas ignorei a minha ira mal contida internamente.

- Ah, Soph. Senti tanto a sua falta!

- Mais é claro que sim. – ouvi o resmungo de Rose ao meu lado. Sorri internamente com o sarcasmo da minha amiga, mesmo vendo pela visão periférica Emilia lhe dar um cutucão. Ouvi minha mãe nós chamando.

- Vamos, meninas. Vocês tem a noite inteira para colocar conversa em dia. – pude ver ela lançar um olhar preocupado na minha direção. Ela queria saber como eu reagiria ao me reencontrar com Natalie, apenas assenti o que a fez se afastar com um leve sorriso.

Assim que todos estávamos sentados na mesa. O Ollie’s era um restaurante rustico e elegante, desde de pequenos eu sempre vim aqui com a minha família. Tenho tantas lembranças desse lugar como tenho da minha própria casa.

- Então, Soph. Como foi passar todos esses anos na Suiça? – perguntou a minha adorada priminha.

Antes que eu pudesse responder, Maisie tomou a palavra.

- Então, Nat... – começou, repetindo a frase da loira. – por que o seu noivo não veio?

A mesa ficou em silencio por uns longos minutos, percebi pela visão periférica que minha mãe estava fuzilando Maisie com o olhar. Natalie encarou minha irmã com um doce sorriso falso e eu quase desejei jogar tudo pro alto e voar em cima da mesma.

- Ele teve uma reunião muito importante e, por isso, infelizmente, ele não pode vir. – Natalie sorriu cinicamente para Maisie, bebericando um gole do seu vinho.

- Já deve ter recebeu alguma proposta de emprego, Soph? - a pergunta veio de Richard, provavelmente mamãe deve tê-lo cutucado para que ele dissesse alguma coisa.

- Ainda não. Mas eu pretendo avaliar as opções que surgirem. – respondi.

- Ah, já sei! – Natalie exclamou, batendo palminhas com um brilho malicioso nos olhos. – Que tal se você for ver um emprego na Cavill’s Enterprise. O Henry está precisando de uma secretária.  

Meu subconsciente rosnou “Vadia!”, e, mesmo que eu concordasse plenamente com ele, fiquei calada. E eu não era a única. Todos os olhos da mesa estavam cravados em mim, enquanto um silencio agoniante preenchia o ar.

- Claro. Eu vou olhar sim. – sorri brevemente, vendo o brilho malicioso aumentar ainda mais nos olhos azuis de Natalie.

Quanto maior a altura, maior a queda. E você vai cair feio, vaca..

Ouvi o suspiro alto dos meus pais, enquanto as meninas me observavam meio embarbascadas. Rick limpou a garganta e bebeu mais um gole do vinho.  Senti meus celular vibrar no bolso da calça jeans – eu ainda estava com a roupa do aeroporto. Era uma mensagem da Maisie.

Está enganando todo mundo direitinho. M.T.

E você está provocando ela direitinho. S. T.

Maisie é uma das poucas pessoas que sabe o que realmente aconteceu entre eu e Natalie, e mesmo antes de saber o que aconteceu ela já odiava minha prima imensamente. Minha irmã caçula sempre foi moleca e independente e isso sempre a meteu em diversas encrencas, e quando Natalie a provocava as coisas ficavam ainda piores.

Fui desperta das minhas lembranças com meu pai dizendo que já estava tarde e que todos deveríamos ir embora, só então percebi que era quase dez horas. Dei um abraço rápido nos meus pais, enquanto ouvia minha mãe perguntar pela milésima vez se eu queria mesmo dormir no meu novo apartamento hoje, e eu afirmei que iria dormir lá de qualquer jeito.  Rick me deu um daqueles seus abraços de urso, e quando chegou a vez de Maisie ela me envolveu num abraço quase tão apertado quanto o primeiro que ela tinha me dado mais cedo.

- Eu e você. Almoço, quarta. Sem falta. – ela murmurou no meu ouvido, sussurrei um ‘Claro’ de volta.

- Pronto. A mala já está no carro.

- Obrigada, Rose. – Rose tinha se oferecido em me levar pra casa. Ela e Emilia tinham vindo juntas, então elas me deixariam no apartamento e logo depois iriam para o apartamento que ambas dividiam.

- Pronto! – a voz de Natalie se manifestou e só então percebi que ela ainda estava ali. – Já mandei um e-mail para o Henry e ele disse que pode te entrevistar amanhã mesmo, porque às 7hrs vai ser o único horário em que ele estará livre. Então, boa sorte, prima! – sem dizer mais nada, Natalie foi na direção do próprio carro.

Minha eu interior rosnava e arranhava uma parede invisível de autocontrole, enquanto minha cara continuava inexpressiva. Vaca! Ela sabia que eu não estaria pronta. Que não teria tempo de imprimir o meu currículo, nem de desfazer as malas ou arrumar o apartamento, e, muito menos, me preparar para uma entrevista de emprego tão em cima da hora.

Ou, melhor, ela achava.

Esse foi o primeiro e último erro de Natalie; me subestimar. E quem vai sofrer com as consequências desse erro será Henry.

Prepare-se, chefe, porque amanhã um furação estrará na sua empresa.

Eu.

Afinal, não há nada como o lar.

[shynudecollector]

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[hariboz]

no bc the scream i let out when i realized ollie was first was embarrassing, even my housemate came to check on me 😭 that first place was MADE to be his fr, i'm so excited to see him to perform finally n officially as an artist 😕❤ (literally producing tears as i write this n yes this is the same anon from earlier ols dont get eaten i swear)

i literally came here first when i saw him place first LMAO imagine how yuehuaz must feel rn 😕😕😕

NO SAME i immediately started bawling like a baby i was so happy :(( i didn’t calm down for like 20 minutes 🫠 how overwhelmed he was during his speech broke my heart but he deserves it so much so i hope he realises all this love we have for him is all deserved!! and i can’t wait for him to officially debut and be an idol he’s literally made for this ☹️🫶🏻 (&& YAY IT WENT THROUGH HIIII!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻)

i hope yuehuaz get to talk about him ☹️ wk1 seems to discourage them from it, but i just know they must’ve been just as proud and happy 🫶🏻 they’ve all been through so much, let’s hope they can all reunite at some point 🥹🫶🏻

[hariboz]

yeah, I would take what cnetz says with a grain of salt lol.

i don’t care if he vapes or not, and i doubt it’s the biggest problem cnetz have with him either considering one of the top hashtags with his name that people still post under is ollie backstabber lmao

[hariboz]

do you have any proof he (ollie) vapes? i'm not trying to sound or accusitory btw, sorry if I come off like that.

i personally don’t have any, but there were blurry pictures floating around on weibo from what i saw.

maybe i didn’t make it clear in my comments, but all of what is said is alleged/from cnetz, so none of this is definitive. a lot of it does come down to public perception but things like him vaping are alleged unless you look for proof (which i don’t, because i personally don’t care if he vapes)