#oooh can you imagine how cute the flowers would be if you imagined they were from hiccup instead

[lunanofflibrary]

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OK SO. inspired by works from people like @alkalinefrog and @twiafom (amazing work guys, hope you don't mind the tag!) i've officially subscribed to long haired jack frost, more specifically long haired jack frost with a ponytail. certain parts of this design are very much hindering on my own au and all the nightlight shenanigans BUT for the most part this is actually not that far off from a genuine "future jack frost" design, if you'd ask me to come up with one. SO here i present you, winter herald jack frost! bonus design feature explanation: -the wreath is mint, specifically chocolate mint! - the lapel is an au thing, specifically nightlight's shattered starcore -the flowers, aswell as the wreath, are from bunny! blue roses and forget me nots - his hoodie has been traded for a cloak, that tapers off near its worn ends into wintery mist - his ears are more elvish, to more closely resemble nightlight - not seen in the photo, his left eye is pastel green! - the earring is also a nod to nightlight

[pocoyo-yo]

'𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄'

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SUMMARY: your boyfriend made you lingerie

WARNINGS: MDNI, fem-bodied reader, black-coded reader, smut, oral sex, lotus position, dirty talk, praise kink, lots of praise, slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, squirting, cursing, fashion designer!mitsuya, !!!not proof read!!!

"Y'know Taka.. you should design lingerie."

It was an out of the blue suggestion and you honestly didn't mean anything of it.

So when your boyfriend, Mitsuya, asked to take your measurements one day when you were at his studio it made you raise a brow. But it didn't make you too suspicious because he made you plenty of clothing, especially dresses when he would take you to one of his fashion events.

"Beautiful, I have a question for you..." He hummed while eating the lunch you had brought him.

"Go at it, Taka."

"How do you feel about forrest green lingerie? I think you'll look good in it." He murmured, you could tell he was trying to act nonchalant. Not really looking at you and just swirling his noodles around his chopsticks.

"Oh? You want me to order some, babe?" You teased, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him.

"I won't complain if you do." He chuckled while you played with his hair.

It was quite obvious what he was doing, Mitsuya wasn't the very best lying. But you weren't going to ruin his fun, Mitsuya loved spoiling you knew the genuine happiness he got from it.. "Well actually," You pushed up his glasses and gave his cheek a fat kiss, leaving a kiss mark on his skin from your rose red lipstick. "I'd wanna lavender lingerie.." You cooed in his ear, Mitsuya's cheeks now flushing red.

"...Lavender?"

You smiled innocently, "I think I'd look cute also we'd match Taka!"

Of course you knew what thoughts were racking up in his mind, and you had those same thoughts but acting clueless was your specialty. Cause Mitsuya Takashi fucking your brains out in lavender lingerie sounded too good to be true— still you had to attempt to experience it. And Mitsuya was a creative guy, he had tons of ideas ramping his brain at once, but you weren't sure if that one was one of those tons. So you just had to make sure that the idea was at the very least mentioned.

You popped up at Mitsuya's studio again when he handed you a sparkly paper bag, decent size, right as you walked through the door.

"Oooh what's this?" You cooed, taking the bag from him.

Mitsuya grinned, "A gift for you, beautiful— I want you to model it for me."

You licked your lips and smiled, "Just wait— I'll be out soon."

You hurried to the changing room and locked the door, looking in the bag. You pulled out a large white box with a small white box tied together with a purple ribbon. You undid the bow and opened the smaller box, inside it was amethyst earings with tiny diamonds— you were Mitsuya's material girl what can I say. The larger box had one of, if not the most, pretty lingerie set you had ever seen. The lace designs were very detailed— hearts, lavender flowers, and more but pretty wasn't all it was. You could tell your words had his imagination running wild, of course lingerie is supposed to be see through but this was very see through.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Tied to one bra straps with a string was a notecard, you flipped it over and in Mitsuya's clean & cursive handwriting it read,

'For my beautiful girl, thanks for giving me such great ideas— Takashi'

You wanted to kiss Mitsuya right then. He was so good to you— though he had his flaws, being so busy and such, he did his best to find time for you. And you would still show up to his studio unannounced anyway cause it didn't bother him— it actually made his day..

You quickly took off the dress you were wearing and fumbled to get off your orginal bra and panties. You turned away from the mirror, wanting to save your reaction for when you has it all on.

"Now this better fit..." You murmured as you slid on the lavender, lacey panties. The waistband hugged your hips, some of your skin spilling over it. You already knew where this was going, Mitsuya had a thing for you wearing shit a bit too small— like bras, the way your breasts would spill over the top turned him on.

"This is actually comfortable, I didn't expect too much from lace," You grabbed the lacey bra and carefully put it on. (Like you expected the top of your breasts were kind of spilling out). "If he doesn't release a lingerie line m'done." You huffed as you slid the earrings into your earlobe.

Once you had the other earring in you sucked in a sharp breath and turned around to look in the mirror..

You looked yourself up and down, Mitsuya was a fucking blessing. You looked so good, great, finer than fine. "This isn't even funny he needs to drop some shit like this..." You scoffed, hopping on the counter to get a better look. You fluffed out your hair while you made sure everything was straight because there was something deep in your gut telling that once Mitsuya saw you he'd have you leaving the studio a mess.

"How'd he make my tits look so good? But wait Taka's a horny lil shit 'cause I can see my nipples clear as day," You look down and sighed. "And my pussy.."

You applied once last coat of strawberry scented lip gloss from out of your purse. "But Taka needs to destress anyway 'nd I...have the perfect solution." You hummed as you popped your lips.

You got off of the counter and unlocked the bathroom door, peaking out. You could see Mitsuya at his work desk, his leg bouncing up and down while he scribbled something in his sketchbook. He was always thinking.

"I guess he had to distract himself..." You said under you breath as you left the bathroom and made your way over to him.

Mitsuya's ears twitched at the sound of your footsteps and he turned his head to look at you. His eyes widened just a bit as the pencil he was holding slipped out of his fingers. "What're you doin, babe? How're you goin to start other designs when you haven't even seen the finished product modeled? D'you have no faith in me?" You pouted playfully and he gulped, lavender eyes looking you up and down.

He licked his lips, the lingerie hugged and showed off every curve of yours better than any sketch he had drawn.

And that fucking lavender, his leg was still bouncing from trying to keep his composure.

"My ass looks so good in this, you spoil me babe." You giggled while he tried to find the right words.

"You deserve it— you look so beautiful, so fucking beautiful." Mitsuya blurted out, just entranced by your beauty. He rolled his chair from under his desk and you then noticed the obvious buldge in his black jeans.

"I know you've been stressin lately, baby," You walked up closer to Mitsuya and placed you hands on his thighs, causing his breath to hitch. "And durin all of that you made this for me? I'm gonna give you the greatest show you've ever seen, m'kay." You cooed, kneeling down in between his already spread legs. You trailed your hand up his tight until it landed on his buldge. You palmed his clothed dick, resting your cheek against his thigh with a pout.

"You don't have to do that— fuck, I'd...I'd rather go down on you, beautiful—"

You unzipped his pants pulled down his boxers just a little and his hard cock sprang out, the flushed tip slapping against his stomach. You wrapped your hands around the base with pre-cum rolling down the sides. You glanced up at Mitsuya through your lashes and kissed the tip, "Are you saying I don't give good head? That hurt m'feelin's Taka."

Mitsuya gripped your chin, forcing you too look at him.

"Just," He huffed and you gave his cock a little squeeze. "...don't tease me, alright? A call might be coming in soon." He warned you and you nodded, Mitsuya let go of your chin.

"Mmm you have such a pretty dick, 'Kashi.." You mumbled and you weren't wrong. His cock was the same as his skin tone and it faded into the soft red which made up the mushroom tip, you never thought of dicks as any sort of pretty until you saw his for the time.

"Yeah? Lemme see your pretty lips around it then." He snickered and you spit on the tip, swirling your tongue around it until you licked underside of his cock, right over a long vein.

Mitsuya bit his lip and his cock twitched in your grasp before you took him into your mouth. A sharp breath left him as the tightness of your throat tried to reject his length. You hollowed out your cheek and tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could but his girth made your jaw begin to ache. You felt tears brim your eyes as you bobbed your head, coming off for air every once and a while—peppering kiss cock with kisses.

Mitsuya stared down at you, petting your hair gently.

"Fuck...oh fuck— that's it, you're so good for me— so pretty with my cock in your mouth.." He stammered, you looked up at him and pulled off of his cock— spit rolled down the base.

"Can you take all of me? 'Wanna take it all—"

A ring filled your ears and Mitsuya groaned in fustration, reaching on his desk and grabbing his vibrating phone.

You gasped as Mitsuya pushed your head down on his cock, you gagged while gripping his thighs. Drool covered your chin as tears fell from your lashes, he pulled his hips back slightly and thrusted into your mouth. The tip bruising the back of your throat while his balls slapped against your chin.

"Dammit.. can you be quiet for me, baby?" He asked you.

You grinned, "Kashi, you should be asking yourself that—"

"Hello? Sorry I took so long to answer, something was holding me up..." Mitsuya mumbled, his tone was so sweet with the phone pressed against his ear.

You could hear a man talking on the other end while you whimpered, making his cock twitch.

Mitsuya placed a finger over his lips before speaking again. "Yeah ...I'm registered. Uh huh, m'actually working on a couple designs— d—dammit," His thrusts picked up speed and Mitsuya grinded his teeth together as you furrowed your brows. "I'm fine... just a papercut." He said breathless.

You could tell he wanted to moan so bad, you wanted to hear it too. Mitsuya's moans were like heaven on earth, what kind of girlfriend would you be to not want to hear such noises.

So you let him use your mouth, jaw hung low as silent breathy gasps left his pink lips. "Uh huh.. I apologize profusely but I," His voice wobbled as he tried to find the words. "I have to go, it's an emergency— girlfriend emergency.." Mitsuya yanked the phone from his ear and hung up, slamming it on his desk.

You flinched and coughed slightly as he lifted your head off of his twitching cock. "Beautiful... fuck it, sit on my lap— let me look at you." Mitsuya panted heavily and you smiled, giving the flushed tip one last kiss that made him a shiver, before you stood up.

"Really," You swung you leg over his lap and held his cock while your clothed pussy pressed against it. "You're so good to me though, babe. Just ask me 'n I'll give it."

"When was the last time I let you in..no condom?" You whispered with a grin.

Mitsuya gulped, "Been about a month or two."

Mitsuya stared at your lips before glancing up at your eyes, you gave a slight nod and he quickly pressed his own against yours. You hummed against him delight as his slender fingers felt up your body, squeezing and pinching you in all the right places. "M'fuckin' in love with you...love you so much." Mitsuya murmured and you clung onto him and grinded against him. His cock brushed against your throbbing clit making you gasp and let out a soft moan. Mitsuya pulled back, licking your strawberry gloss on his lips. "Let me prep you, baby." He said.

You whined, "M'fine 'Kashi..just fuck me already."

Mitsuya scoffed, giving you one last glance with one of the hottest smirks you've seen from him. You chewed on your bottom lip as Mitsuya held his cock, reminding you, "I thought you were the one giving me a show?"

You grinned, "You're right."

You pulled your panties to the side, your cunt dripping as you covered over Mitsuya's cock. His breath shuddered as you motioned for him to let go. "I got it 'Kashi," You took over keeping his cock still and rubbed the tip in between your folds, wetting it.. "No hands alright?" You teased and Mitsuya gripped the armrests, his stare intense as you sunk down on his cock. Your warm, gummy walls squeezed around it..making you tremble.

You began to bounce yourself on his dick, your wet pussy gushing around him everytime you slammed back down. "Y—You're right here," You told him shakily, guiding his hand to your stomach. Mitsuya panted heavily, the imprint of his cock pressed against his palm. "I feel you Taka.." You cried out, clit aching from the lack of attention.

"S—So deep...holy fuck Takashi.." You moaned, adjusting around his fat cock. The tip deep within your gut and the base stretching to your pussy to the brim. You placed your hand on Mitsuya's chest, his heartbeat running rampant. You glanced up at him and the sight of his flushed cheeks and clenched jaw made you nervous.

"...Your pussy feels like fuckin heaven," Mitsuya whined as you leaned back a bit, making the sight of his cock dissappearing and reappearing even more noticeable. "Taking me so well— so perfect. Ridin my cock so beautifully, you're a Goddess..."

But you were putty in his hands.

You whimpered and rolled your hips as your fingers rubbed your clit, your back arched and lips in a 'o' shape. "A—A Goddess?" You mumbled and Mitsuya grinned, gripping your hips. "Yeah pretty girl, A. Fucking. Goddess." He groaned and you tried to keep up the act, you tried to only let him watch.

You desperately clung onto Mitsuya. He chuckled, kissing your temple gently, "Holy fuck you got tight, you like that huh? Me praising you 'nd that pretty pussy?"

You gasped as Mitsuya lifted you off of his cock and slammed you back down while thrusting his fat cock up into you at the same time. He somehow got deeper, the tip kissing your cervix. Your entire body trembled while he fucked you, the fat of your ass clapped and rippled against his wet thighs. "Ohh God! Ohh Fuuuck! 'Kashi slow— please slow down!" You begged and he rubbed your lower back. "Lemme see you again, lemme see that beautiful face again." He murmured.

You pulled back hesitantly, tears filled your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. Your swollen glossy lips was all he could stare at. And you, damn, you couldn't get over how good he looked. Slow down? No you wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't think. "C'mere." Mitsuya mumbled, gripping your chin with one hand once again while snaking the other around your waist to continue bouncing you up and down.

He gave you a fat kiss, which turned into a sloppy make out session. You babbled incoherently, his cock so deep that it felt like he was in your chest. "Breathe darling.. fuck yeah..I know baby, I know." Mitsuya whispered before he kissed your forehead.

You gripped slightly unbuttoned shirt, and what a sobbing mess you were— eyes rolled back in your head, toes curled, and legs a shaking mess.

"Please! It's too— too much! 'Kashi please!"

He panted, "Beautiful, you gonna cum, ain't ya?"

You couldn't respond, every part of your body was only focusing on the waves please rushing through you.

Mitsuya chuckled as your breaths grew uneven and your pussy squeezed his cock tight. Your fingers sped up while rubbing your clit and you chanted his name like no fucking tomorrow.

"Hah...it's okay baby, I know, I feel can that pretty cunt twitching around me. Let it out, beautiful.. let it all out..."

"M—M'cummin'! Ohh fuuck Takashi I—"

You gushed around his cock, spurts of your release landing on his shirt. Mitsuya didn't mind, his attention was only on helping you ride out your orgasm. His thrusts slowed down along with his movements while bouncing you, he dragged you up and down his cock— letting you feel all of him and he felt all of you. Your pussy was still throbbing and felt tighter than ever...it felt good— really good. His swollen balls ached as your ass slapped against them each time he brought you down. He needed to cum and it had to be inside you.

The intensity of your orgasm soon faded and you collapsed against Mitsuya's chest, twitching and panting shakily with moans here or there from the overstimulation.

That was enough to set him over the edge.

"Can I cum...cum inside of you? Can I fill you up, beautiful?" He groaned.

You sniffled, "I want your babies...'Kashi, gimme your babies please.."

"You want my babies? Fuck I'll give you them m'kay," Mitsuya groaned, slamming you down harshly. "I'll fill you up 'till my cum's spilling out, pretty girl.."

"I love you, baby," Mitsuya told you. "You're absolutely perfect."

You choked on tears and whimpered pathetically as Mitsuya's thick, warm cum stuffed you full.

You both attempted to catch your breath, kissing each other a little while doing so.

You licked your lips and smiled, "I love you too Takashi."

His cock grew soft inside of you and Mitsuya carefully pulled you off of him. Your cheeks grew warm from embarrassment as his cum leaked out of you onto your panties and some escaped on your thighs. "Well that's not good," Mitsuya pouted playfully and you could feel his cock harden once again. "Are you willing to go again?" He asked in a gentle tone.

You unclipped your bra and let it drop to the floor. "Are you willing to drop a lingerie collection?"

"No."

You were taken aback by the quickness of his response, "Huh? But why—"

"—I only want to see you in it," He pecked your lips. "And I doubt I could design good lingerie for anyone but you, beautiful."

"Because I'm your personal model?" You scoffed.

"Because you're my Goddess,"

He corrected and you couldn't find a rebuttal due to flusteredness.

"Now ...can my pretty Goddess bend over my desk and let me fill her up again?"

[simplysimpingsimp]

Can I’m have tomioka x mermaid reader who have shiny scales and also throw water on shinobu face every time she’s say to tomioka that nobody likes him headcanons please

Hi hi anon!! Thank you for sending in a request <3 I’m super sorry for taking a bit to get to you TT I think this such a cute prompt haha I can definitely imagine a splash on shinobu’s face after she teases Giyu. As always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes ! Please feel free to let me know about fixing or changing anything, I will gladly do so <3

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💧 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛

💧 𝙺𝚗𝚢 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

💧 𝙵𝚝. 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞 !

💧 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

💧 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 !

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Giyu definitely thought they were a demon

“Not a demon, just a mermaid! See?” They would show him the reflection of their tail covered in sparkling f/c scales that glowed beautifully in the white toned moonlight and one of their harmless water spells that just made water glow

“Just when I thought I’ve seen it all…” he’d say sheathing his sword and kneeling down on the dock to come closer to their face

Looking into their e/c eyes, he could see they were genuine and warm and really cute

Mans would blush whenever he would see them — he was a little stunned by the fact that mermaids exist and that they were actually beautiful and some freaky scaley creatures

He loved the sight of their tail reflecting the moonlight like glittering gems, there was something so beautiful about it

After the first encounter, he would frequently visit them — enamored by their bubbly personality and how kind they were to him though he would cringe with all the puns

Giyu enjoyed the little gifts they would bring him like pretty rocks and shells, even a pearl and the strangest treasures

“Please take care of that! The sweet little oyster that I got it from wasn’t too appreciative of me taking it,” they would speak sheepishly with a smile

In exchange, he would show them things like flowers, leaves, minerals and food

He would always love to see the curious expression on their face and the glimmer of knowledge in their eyes as he watched them examine every little part of what he would bring them

Giyu would explain to them what the things he was showing them were, he would laugh quietly hearing their ooohs and ahhs about everything

“Tomioka, why haven’t you killed the demon yet?” An unfamiliar voice spoke out just as they were talking to Giyu

They turned to see, immediately dodging the unknown blade skimming the top of the water, Giyu pushing the girl away

“Protecting a demon? Tsk tsk..That’s why no one likes you, Tomioka,” she spoke elegantly and smoothly, now getting a better glimpse of her as they peeked out of the water to see Giyu holding his ground

A pout formed on Y/n’s face as they heard her say those words

They sent a few bubbles of pure water into her face, harmlessly splashing her

“I like him!” They would speak loudly from the dock, “I think he’s really sweet and kind! He’s a really interesting human and I consider him my friend!”

“And I’m not a demon! A mermaid , mer-maid!” They would call out as Giyu would look at them with a light blush, keeping Shinobu out of the way

Irritation and annoyance would be written all over her wettened face but she would back off with a final “nobody likes you”

That would earn a few more water bubbles as she walked away and a mischievous giggle from them

“Don’t listen to her Giyu! You’re liked,” they would say with a smile, “I know I like you! A lot.”

“Thank you Y/n, I like you a lot too,” he would have a gentle smile on his face

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ

ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ <3 ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ!! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs/

ᴀsᴋs/ɪᴅᴇᴀs/ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ!

sᴇᴇ ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs: 21

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Moe Moe Mallekei Kyun~

In which Malleus and Cater go to a maid café, and shenanigans ensue.

... I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time.

***Warning: mild spoilers for Malleus’s PE Uniform personal story!***

Imagine this...

“Lilia-sama.”

Two bodyguards fell into line, saluting simultaneously to their vice dorm leader.

“We just finished combing through the prime gargoyle locations around campus,” Silver reported. “Unfortunately, there was no sight of Malleus-sama to be found. The accounts of the various students we interviewed also corroborate that the Young Master has not recently been spotted in the area.”

“I see. Thank you, Silver.” Lilia sighed, cupping his cheek in one hand. “Hm, this is a bit odd. Wherever could he have wandered off to this time?”

At that moment, a ping! sounded off. Lilia fished his phone out of his pocket and, with one glance at the screen, his expression softened.

“You don’t suppose some dastardly villain has… kidnapped the Young Master and is holding him for ransom, do you?!” Sebek’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull at the thought. “If that is the case… THEN WE HAVE FAILED AS MALLEUS-SAMA’S KNIGHTS!!”

“Now, now--let’s not jump to conclusions. Even if that were true, I’m certain that Malleus would be able to easily fend off assailants on his own. Perhaps he has simply lost his way, or headed off campus to run an errand.”

“... Without warning us in advance?”

“I would have happily accompanied the Young Master wherever he went--EVEN TO THE ENDS OF TWISTED WONDERLAND ITSELF!!”

“Kufufu. Malleus is still young at heart. Let us allow him this moment of independence, just this once. He will find his way home eventually.”

“Welcome home, my masters!!”

Malleus skidded to a stop in the doorway—for beyond it laid unknown territory. The interior sported cream walls, with fairy lights, streamers, and paper flowers strung up. A number of tables and chairs, populated with people, were set against flowing white curtains.

Young ladies flitted about, balancing trays of food and drinks, cameras, and microphones. Each wore the same outfit, consisting of a frilly headdress, an apron, and a black dress with lace trim and ribbons.

And now, one of those uniformed girls extended a hand to him and a warm, welcoming smile.

Malleus frowned and turned to the orange haired young man beside him. “... Diamond. What is this strange establishment you’ve brought me to?”

“Mm? It’s a maid café,” Cater chirped, glancing up from his phone. “You said you’ve never been before, right?”

“Well, yes… However, when you invited me to join you for an outing, I did not expect this to be our destination.”

“It’ll be fine~ We’re already here, so let’s get seated!” Cater insisted cheerily, ushering the fae through the door. 

“Right this way, my masters!” The greeter giggled and led the way, eventually stopping at a vacant table set for two. As the duo slipped into their seats, she handed them menus and moistened towels. “We have a wide selection of special services and delicious dishes for your enjoyment!”

Malleus hesitantly flipped open the (very pink) menu and ran his eyes down the page of available items. Along with the expected offerings of desserts, savory foods, and beverages were odd listings: massage, ear cleaning, karaoke, game, arts and crafts, picture, spoon feeding, live song and dance...

He stared quizzically at Cater, who seemed to be taking everything in stride.

“I’ll take a plate of omurice! How about you, Malleus-kun?”

He stared back at his menu, trying to make rhyme or reason of the unique names. What in the Great Seven was a Pyon ❤ Pyon Sunshine Bar…? Or a Lucky☆Happy☆Cookie? Malleus’s brows furrowed in both concentration and confusion.

“I… I shall have the local specialty, whatever that may be,” the fae prince declared at last.

“Excellent choices! And would you like a bunny, or a kitty?”

“You hand out animals at this eating establishment? Is that not a health code violation?”

“Aaah, Malleus-kun, she doesn’t mean real rabbits and cats. Look--you’ll see when she brings them, okay?” Cater laughed awkwardly. Then, turning to the waitress, he held up his index finger. “One of each, little lady~”

“Of course!” She scribbled down a few words on her heart shaped notepad before prancing off.

“... Diamond. Are you certain this is the fabled maid café of which you spoke of?” Malleus asked, folding his arms. “I find it difficult to believe that every patron here is descended from a high class lineage. Furthermore, the servers are wearing attire entirely unlike that of a traditional household servant.”

Cater blinked once, twice—then chuckled.

“Maid cafés are like normal cafés. Anyone can go to them to play pretend and chill for a while! The difference is that the waitresses are dressed cutely and offer fun services. Singing, dancing, playing games—that kinda thing!”

“I do not understand.” Malleus swept a hand at their surroundings. “The purpose of this establishment is merely for… amusement?”

“Yup! People get tired of the daily grind sometimes, so they go to places like this to see cute stuff and just take a load off.”

“I… I see.” Malleus tucked his thumb and forefinger under his chin. “We do not have anything like your maid cafes in the Valley of Thorns.”

“You don’t? What sort of things do you do back home for fun, then?”

“I was not allowed to venture far from the palace grounds. Most of my time was spent indoors, studying spells or honing my magical abilities.”

Cater inclined his head. “Oooh, right! Because you’re a prince and all, you weren’t able to do much—but hey! Things are different now! You’ve got Cay-kun to show you a good time!”

“Ah, yes. A ‘good time’...” Malleus attempted at a smile, which came out more wary than he had intended.

“Thank you for waiting!” a girlish voice chirped—their waitress had returned, wearing a tray of food in one hand and two headbands in the other. “Here is your omurice and Nyan ✨ Nyan ✨ Kitty-chan Parfait, plus one pair of kitty ears and one pair of bunny ears!”

She handed Cater his dish—a bed of ketchup flavored fried rice, sealed by a wobbling omelet and garnished with a sprig of parsley.

“Mm! Smells delicious. Thanks a bunch~” Cater grinned, winking at his server.

The maid giggled and placed Malleus’s dessert before him, along with the headbands.

“Would you like me to draw or write something special for you on your meal, master?” she asked, gesturing to Cater’s omurice.

“Sure thing! Could you write ‘Mallekei’? Oh, and a couple of hearts would be cute, too!”

“As you wish!”

As the maid set to work, Malleus marveled at the sight of his parfait.

Colorful scoops of ice-cream, granola, and sliced fruits were layered inside of a tall glass cup. A generous crown of whipped cream and a drizzle of strawberry sauce topped it off. Sticking out from the whipped cream were two wafer triangles and dots of chocolate candies, forming a cat-like face.

How adorable.

… But not adorable enough to be spared.

“Thank you for the food.” The fae raised his spoon to demolish the poor parfait kitten—

“Stop, stop, Malleus-kun!!” Cater cried, frantically waving his arms. “N-Not yet!!”

Malleus lowered his spoon with a frown. “Food is meant to be consumed, Diamond. Is there an issue you have with my table etiquette?”

“Well—no, but…” Cater played with a lock of his orange hair and sighed. “There’s certain rituals we need to do first!”

“Rituals? Oh, my apologies. I was not aware. Please proceed with your regularly scheduled… rituals.”

“Ahaha, you’re a quick learner! First thing’s first, let’s put on our headbands!” Cater swept up the cat ears and passed them over. “Here, to match your parfait! I’ll take the rabbit.”

Malleus gingerly nestled the cat ears on his head, copying Cater’s movements. It was a bit tricky maneuvering around his horns, but somehow, he managed.

“Oh!! Those ears suit you so well!” the waitress said, glancing up from decorating the omurice. Carefully placed splotches of ketchup spelled out ‘Mallekei’, hearts and little sparkles littering the space around the boys’ combined names.

“... Do they?” Malleus doubted it.

“They do!!” Cater reassured him with a laugh. “Ne, ne, miss! Can you take our picture so my friend here can have a souvenir to take home with him?” 

“Certainly!” She replaced the bottle of ketchup and hurried off, returning shortly after with a polaroid camera. “Are you ready, my masters?”

“Ready, Malleus-kun?”

“Hmph. Of course. I will have you know that my posing abilities have improved considerably since our last encounter. Do not underestimate me.”

“Oh, that’s great! You’ve been practicing! Then… on the count of three, we nyah, okay?”

“... What is ‘nyah’?” Malleus inquired, his confidence suddenly waning.

“Eh?” A blip of surprise crossed Cater’s face. “Like, y’know… nyah!”

The influencer curled both of his hands into balls and made a pawing motion at his friend. “Now you try!”

“Like this?” Malleus mimicked him. He was more stiff—definitely not as practiced—but the general motion was still recognizable.

“Very good, master!!” the waitress gushed, raising the polaroid up. “On three?”

“1, 2, 3… Nyah!”

A flash went off, sending stars into Malleus’s vision. As he rubbed the daze out of his eyes, Cater’s voice called out to him.

“Are you okay there?”

“I am well. There is no need for your concern,” the fae insisted. “This ritual… it is more confounding that I took it to be.”

“Eeeh? It’s not meant to be hard or anything. Just relax, relax!” Cater paused before adding, “It’s part of the ritual’s requirements! You need to be nice and loose for the last step!”

“What is this last step?”

“We need to cast a magic spell to make your food taste extra tasty!” the waitress declared cheerily.

“Hoh?” A smirk found its way onto Malleus’s face. “That can easily be arranged. Allow me to do the honors.”

He put his hand before his parfait, an eerie green glow emulating from his palm. The sinister light engulfed his dish and Cater’s, sending them floating midair. Radioactive ice-cream and omurice hovered above their heads, causing both Cater and their maid to recoil in shock.

Other customers stared at the spectacle from their own tables. One man’s jaw dropped, the forkful of spaghetti bolognese in his mouth clattering onto the floor.

“You, who provides sustenance to the masses, become that which is delici—“

“H-Hold on a sec, Malleus-kun!!” Cater practically leapt over the table to seize his friend’s glowing hand. “Not that kind of spell!!”

Eyes wide with surprise, Malleus allowed his magic to settle down. The parfait and omurice gently floated back onto their table, and the maid sighed with relief.

“Is there a different spell needed for this occasion? I assure you that I am well-versed in practical magic—you need only speak its name, and I can conjure the proper…”

“No, no! It’s—“ Cater casted a look at their server and nervously chuckled. “Ne, Maid-chan~ Think you can give us a demonstration of the right spell?”

“Yes, master!” the girl, ever professional, flashed a perky grin. “Please watch carefully!!”

The maid set down her polaroid on the table. She then arched her fingers into C-like shapes, thumb extended straight. Pushing her hands together, she formed a heart and aimed it in the direction of the boy’s dishes.

“Moe moe kyuuuuuun!”

“What an odd spell. In all my years, I have never heard of such an enchantment…”

“Well, there’s a first for everything, right?” Cater flicked one of his floppy rabbit ears. “Plus, it should be no problem for the great Malleus-sama to pull off this spell, right?”

“This is child’s play,” Malleus’s laugh was like the earth itself rumbling. His lips quirked into a small smile. “You will join me in performing this sacred ritual, will you not, Diamond?”

“Of course~”

“Very well.”

They made hearts and thrust them upon their meals. And together, they uttered those three magic words.

“Moe moe kyuuuuun!!”

“Welcome back, Malleus,” Lilia greeted. The vice dorm leader nonchalantly hung from the ceiling, his raven and magenta bangs suspended midair. “Did you have fun on your outing?”

“Lilia. You knew?” Malleus slowly shut the door behind him, chasing away the cool air of the night. He spoke softly, knowing that sounds carried in the dusty hallways of Diasomnia and could disturb its residents.

“The wonders of modern technology,” Lilia trilled, expertly landing beside his young master. He brandished his phone in a gloved hand, a text message displayed on the screen.

hey hey lilia-chan! gonna steal malmal-kun for the day~ he’ll be back later, but do me a solid and keep it a secret from s&s til then, ‘kay? thnx!! (✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡

“It looks as though I have been exposed.”

“There is no shame in making new friends. In fact, I’m proud of you for expanding your horizons.” Lilia beamed. “Though what a shame it is that I was not present to grab a few pictures. Hopefully Cater fulfilled that task for me.”

The ancient fae tilted forward in his toes and peered up at his prince. “Soooo? Where did you sneak off to?”

“Fufu. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“My. Is that any way to treat the man that kept Silver and Sebek from hunting you down?” Lilia teased, wagging a finger.

“Such loyalty,” Malleus smirked, hands on his hips, “deserves to be rewarded.”

He produced a polaroid photograph from his breast pocket and presented it with a flourish. The image, forever captured in time, was that of Malleus and Cater—the former with cat ears, the latter with bunny ears—with hands balled to resemble paws. Cater cheekily winked, while Malleus looked slightly bewildered.

The edges of the polaroid were dotted with stickers—smiley faces, flowers, and hearts. Marker had been used to scrawl on whiskers and blushes over both boys’ cheeks.

Overall, cutesy—overwhelming so.

But the Malleus and Cater in the picture were happy.

Their eyes shining like jewels.

Nyah-ing their hearts out.

[things-happens]

The good stuff

BERTHOLDT HOOVER X F! READER

Modern AU (Sophomores in Collage)

Anon request: LMAO can i get bertholdt + 15, (“you’re really bad at the whole flirting thing”) i can imagine reiner telling him some pickup lines, but they make no sense and backfire... thank you if you can ! ❤️

Prompt List

Mastlister Warnings: Drug use, Alcohol, Sexual actions implied Words: 1k

“Come man! If you want to get her you have to pursue her.” Reiner stood behind his best friend holding onto his shoulders shaking him slightly.

Bertholdt sighed, “I don’t know… what if she doesn’t feel the same.” He looked at Reiner, worry talking over his face.

Reiner pursed his lips sighing, “Bertholdt, I know you’re new to this dating thing.” Bertholdt tried to protest. “AND, having a crush on Annie since we were what? 15? That doesn’t count, sorry bud.” He shrugged his shoulders.

Bertholdt looked at his feet shifting in place, he looked over to Y/n. Sitting on the grass with her friends, she wore a maroon flower dress with a tan coat. Y/n wore under spandex so she could move how she wanted. The sun shined onto her and her friends, making Y/n’s eyes shin even more.

“Look that party the other night, I get that you were drunk and so was she. But everyone knows that when drunk you show your true selves.” Reiner gave him a little push “At least go say hi…”

Bertholdt took a few steps out onto the grass, before turning and walking to his dorm. Walking through his door her threw his bag on his bed. Sitting at his desk, he put his head in his hands. Bertholdt wished he weren’t so shy sometimes, like that night.

Music was blasting in the frat house, Reiner convinced Bertholdt to go with him. It smelt like sweat and booze. As Bert followed Reiner around as he greeted other football players, Y/n sat on the couch with Sasha and Conny. Ymir and Christa sat on the couch a crossed from them, Conny and Sasha had taken some edibles and were giggling their asses off. Sasha held a giant bowl of chips she shared with Conny and Y/n if she wanted any. Y/n was the unspoken designated driver, but for once tonight she wanted to get drunk. She wanted to dance up against a stranger and just have fun rather than a headache and act like her friend’s mother.

Y/n stood up abruptly, walking over to the kitchen. She wiped her hands on her sleeveless turtleneck and blue jeans. She opened the island cabinets hoping she’d find something that hasn’t been opened. She’d rather not get drugged tonight.

Bertholdt had lost Reiner in the crowd, he walked over to the kitchen. Seeing a girl with half her body in the cabinet, he looked at her as she came up huffing. She was Y/n L/n, from High School and his Nine Titans Mythology class.

“Bertholdt! Hi!” she smiled at “this is awkward…”

Y/n stood up, closing the cabinets. “you wouldn’t know where to find some strong booze do you?”

Bertholdt eyes widened slightly, Y/n didn’t seem the type to get waisted. “Yeah, I know- or Reiner knows the guys who lived here. He told me where they hide to the good stuff.”

Y/n smiled wider, “Yes! One please can I have a bottle or two.” Bertholdt put his hand out and Y/n took it.

Bertholdt led Y/n to the garage, he found the only green moving box opening it to find an assortment of alcohol. He moved the lid completely showing y/n the hall.

“oooh, damn else football jocks need to get a new habit.” Y/n reached in getting a Jack Daniels and Vodka as Bertholdt laughed at her statement.

Bert closed it and placed it back where he got it. Y/n waited for him at the door, they walked out and over to the living room. Y/n handed the Vodka to Ymir and Christa to drink.

“Okay, you wanna drink with me?” Y/n held the Jack Daniels with two hands right under her chin.

Bertholdt chuckled a little at her cute position, “Yeah sure,”

Y/n made Ymir and Christa move since they were basically on top of each other. Bertholdt sat kind of nervous, he has drunk alcohol because just never drunk. For the next 30 minutes, Y/n would take large gulps as Bertholdt only took small swings knowing he has a low tolerance. Y/n looked a little wabbly while Brat was just staring at her chest not realizing what he was going.

“Bertototo, you want to go dance?” Y/n asked grabbing his hand pulling him up, she led him to the music. As Ymir and Conny clapped for her

Y/n stopped somewhere in the circle of people, grabbing Bertholdt’s wrist she placed them on her hips and her own around his neck. Their foreheads touched, nearly making their lips touched too. Their hips swayed in unison, just enjoying the feeling of one another.

Y/n could only think of that night it was blurry, but she loved it. She liked the shy boy since High School, but he seemed to always have an interest in Annie. Y/n walked into the library, sitting down on a table.

“Okay…” Reiner walked into their dorm room, “What the hell was that?”

Bertholdt sighed “Reiner, I’m not you. I can’t flirt.” Bertholdt turned his chair to Reiner stood in the doorway.

“come on…” Reiner moved leaving space for Bertholdt to walk out, “I'll actually help you this time.”

Reiner and Bertholdt walk to the library standing outside. Reiner stood outside and grabbing Bertholdt by the shoulders.

“Okay, you’re gonna go in there and say Are you a 45-degree angle? Because you're a cutie. Ymir texted me a told me she’s doing math homework to go!”

Reiner pushed Bertholdt through the doors, making a loud noise. Everyone looked at Bertholdt including Y/n who smiled and waved at him. He quickly walked over to Y/n and sat at her table.

“Hey Bertholdt!” she smiles sweetly at him, who was sweating a lot. “are you okay?” Y/n asked slowly

“are…” he spoke too quietly, “Are you a 45-degree angle? Because you're a cutie!” he said looking her in the eye.

There was silence, Bertholdt's whole face completely red while. Y/n slapped her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh. Bertholdt dropped his head onto the desk.

“No! Bert! You’re really bad at the whole flirting thing, but that’s okay!” he tilted his head looking at Y/n, “I like you but never take advice from Reiner ever again.” She laughed even harder making Bertholdt groan.

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

bhah ch8 reread as fast as i can before ch11 arrives help

aww Dani nervous for Jamie’s big race is so cute

i love Dani’s whole photography thing n her wanting to document their lives it’s so sweet

i’m suddenly stuck on the whole blue as a theme thing n now I’m noticing it everywhere/remembering their tent was blue and now their school colours are blue and Dani’s car is blue and I think Jamie’s house is blue. and of course THE SCRUNCHIE

god I love track star Jamie

flip these two are cute together

‘a favour for good luck’ god idk why this gets me so much I think like... Dani giving her this little piece of herself is so wholesome but weirdly loaded i just love it

the carson eddie banter is so funny sdkdhfgj

Dani is such a lil ball of emotions I’m obsessed w her feeling a million things while she watches Jamie

she’s a winner baby!!

also love that this is her setting the record that was mentioned in the prev chapter we love lil details being followed through

Jamie going straight for Dani when she won god that’s so cute

aw Jamie gets a kiss (and a whole gay crisis lol) for her win how sweet

oh no the beginnings of Dani and Eddie

pls this is so soft Carson and Judy so proud of Jamie

I just ate so many carbs I am finally properly fueled for this reading sprint (solidarity w Jamie)

aw Nan quietly proud of her

fkjdfh Dani and Jamie playing footsies at the table

god Nan n Jamie are such a force together truly terrifying to be stuck in the middle of I’m sure. Also fuuuck cld u imagine grown up Jamie and Nan interacting and Jamie in particular being a bit more chilled out and them getting along a lot better but finding their way back to silly little bickering arguments that are really just them knowing they can do that w each other and still be ok at the end of the day bc they love each other ouch it hurts to think about :(

lmao Jamie losing her mind at the sight of Dani in a towel lol I can just imagine her having the same reaction when they’re together too

oooh is the watch from Jamie’s great uncle (? Nan’s brother that she was named for right?) that’s so cool

ugh I want Dani to get her travel adventures so bad

god everytime Dani touches Jamie or says something really sweet or just gives her a look Jamie is suffering so bad

THE MIXTAPE (LITTLE BLUE DUDE SCREAMING AT THE SKY.MEME)

oh god they’re really just gonna curl up in Jamie’s bed and listen to this declaration of love mixtape while Jamie plays with Dani’s hair hold on a minute wait a second

oh no the eddie of it all

aw he brought her flowers (like I am not here for their relationship overall but he does do some sweet things sometimes and he does clearly care abt her)

ugh of course Jamie helped pick them out tho this whole situation is so complicated

god I’m so sad for both of them that their relationship ended up like this. Dani loses that friendship she cherishes so much when it becomes something else she never wanted and Eddie is in love w a girl who will never love him back that way. it really is heartbreaking

oh god the house party time for chaos

Jamie my beloved. sdkjfhsdkjfh and Roger trying to put the moves on her pls this will never stop being funny to me

ugh Dani already feeling so trapped in this life I hate it I hate it

Jamie fiddling w the coin necklace while she watches Dani n Eddie together feels like... she knows she’s losing Dani on some level ouch my heart

is this when Jamie was telling Ed of for letting Dani get drunk wdjkfhdj always the protector aw

she’s still wearing Dani’s scrunchie oh my god. u may have her hand ed but u will never have her hair ties

Dani’s dress MORE BLUE

this is such an interesting event w them like they’re best friends and they’re together so much but they avoid each other for half the party it’s so like... indicative I guess of things changing between them hmmmm

cursed spin the bottle. poor Dani

the zippo lighter. i love seeing things from the box in these chapters. like a gay scavenger hunt

the inadvertent cigarette kiss oh my god. also a little bit like... Jamie just leaning into the pain huh??? I get to put my lips where her lips were but it’s around this thing that has the potential to kill me. god the implications

a little fireside cuddling w ur soulmate ur never gonna kiss how romantic

the sandalwood. I fuckin love that she held onto this scent after Dani told her she smells nice one time. gays really do be like that huh

god this really is the softest moment

christ that almost kiss is so intense how did they just carry on as normal after that I would have died

lol “did i interrupt something?” bro........

dsfkjhdkj Jamie GROWLING at him hahhahahahhaha

oof Dani just wants more of her. I love there was the mention of her carefully constructed walls crumbling and now she’s just like... in this little bubble of almost with her n trying so hard to hold onto that in any way she can

and now she’s back w eddie ouch I hate watching the things she wants slipping out of her grasp

lmao Eddie not putting his arm around Dani when Jamie is there. she really put the fear of god in him I love this angry little lesbian so much

poor Carson being dragged to sports games like “no I’m gay I can’t”

lmao the pair of them trying to be sneaky smoking around the corner (and also having more Moments god the tension of it all)

oooh this Orpheus and Eurydice ref spicy (also fuck this was the beginning of her actually losing Jamie huh god the storytelling... *chef’s kiss*)

oh no Nan :(

god Karen is so awful how could u just break the news to your kid like that

it’s only pain hours from here on out huh

poor Jamie god my heart breaks

something about Dani saying she’s sorry and Jamie just saying she has to go put Mikey to bed fucking breaks me. the fact she’s just lost everything, her home and the stability she was missing from her childhood that she got to have for such a short time, and she can probably barely even process it but all she knows is she has to take care of Mikey. fuck

god her destroying her bike because she’s just so devestated but anger and destruction is easier to feel than being sad.... ouch

“You don’t - you don’t have to feel anything right now. I’ll feel it for you. For the both of us” how dare u make me cry like this

god Jamie giving the scrunchie back feels like such a fucking sad little acknowledgement of her deciding she has to do everything on her own noooo

Dani trying to confront her mom god this is all so much for them to be dealing with I am so sad

tiny mikey saying “want nana” so much pain

Jamie just clinging to Dani when they’re sitting in the pew bc it’s the only way she can ask for help right now ow

“Don’t fight me” my fcking heart this chapter is so sad I need a drink

Jamie is far too young to be self-medicating her way through this god this hurts to read.

this chapter has such a melancholic loss of innocence vibe like going from the teenage parties and boys and track meets and only really having to worry about themselves to this massive amount of responsibility on their shoulders when nan dies (like as much as Jamie tries to push her away Dani takes on a huge burden in trying to help her too) it’s so fucking saaaad

Jamie just breaking and finally crying all this out in Dani’s arms holyyyy shit that will never not break my heart

god Jamie just. determined to raise Mikey on her own cause god knows what the alternative is :(

oof the thread of Jamie determined to fix things. baby sometimes u just cant.

Dani trying so hard to hold things together in the ways that she can :*(

god this ending I am in pain. i know it’s ultimately for the best like Jamie and Mikey absolutely could not carry on like that but.... bro... bro..... ouch

ok gonna go cry in the shower for a bit n then i’ll be back for ch9

[madtype]

Cabaret Club Czar Training - YUKI (Part 3)

in this installment of yuki’s hostess training, she and majima have a conversation about sushi, self-help books, and stew...

highlights: - majima getting a little too sincere and kind for yuki’s comfort - yuki feeling concerned over majima’s unbalanced diet - both of them getting a little more comfortable with each other! very sweet

full transcript under the cut!

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MAJIMA: Okay, ready for some training?

YUKI: Yes, please!

M: Hey, Yuki-chan. Those battle butterflies finally gone?

Y: Well, it is just you after all, Majima-san.

M: Oh, is that some sass I detect?

M: Alright, let's do this. I'm the customer, you're the hostess. Ready?

Y: Yeah! Of course!

Y: Hello, I'm Yuki! Are you welcome here today?

M: ...We still got a long way to go.

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M: Let's see.

Y: Yes.

M: Kinda cold today, huh?

Y: Y-Yes. That's right. It is cold.

M: ......

Y: ...... (heh...heh)

M: Yuki-chan, I can tell you've been gettin' better with the customers lately, but you're still havin' trouble keepin' conversations rollin'.

Y: I-I'm sorry.

Y: I know I have to say something, but I have no idea what I should talk about.

M: You can talk about anything, even somethin' small. The weather, current events... Keep it casual.

M: Hell, you could even throw out something you've been tryin' to get off your chest.

Y: I-I see. Would that really be casual, though?

M: Anyway. So today, let's try puttin' the burden of conversation on you, Yuki-chan.

M: The best trick to startin' a conversation is to just ask a question. Think of me as a guest, and fire away. Anything.

Y; O-Okay. I understand.

Y: Uh, umm... Majima-san, wh-what kind of sushi do you like?

> I like tamago.

M: I'm all about the tamago.

Y: Haha, Majima-san, your taste in sushi is so childish. You should at least try to pick a fish!

M: Quiet, you. Sushi joints are made and broken by the eggs they serve. Tamago is the key!

Y: Oh, I hear that a lot. Is that true, though?

M: Based on my experience, pretty much, yeah.

Y: Really? I'll check next time I'm out for sushi.

M: Yeah, you do that. But check this out, Yuki-chan. Ya brought a question outta left field, but the conversation went fine, didn't it?

Y: Huh?

M: You ask a question, the other person answers. Easy, yeah?

M: If you're havin' trouble carryin' the conversation, just ask the customer a question and let 'em ramble. It'll turn into a conversation lickety split.

Y: I see... That's a pretty good conversation technique. Memo noted.

> That's too random...

M: Well, that's a little outta left field, ain't it? Customer's gonna wonder if he's in a club or a diner.

Y: Y-You're right.

M: If you feel like talkin' sushi, ya could lead with a question more like, “Have ya eaten already?” It kinda sounds unnatural otherwise, y'know?

Y: Y-Yes... You're right. Oh, I'm terrible at this.

M: (Damn, she took that one hard. Maybe I shoulda just answered the question...)

M: Anyway, all ya gotta do is pay attention to the flow of the conversation and ask questions. That way, it'll flower naturally.

Y: Okay... I'll try harder.

> I like engawa.

M: I'm an engawa guy.

Y: Wow, Majima-san! You like engawa too? What a coincidence! That's my number one favorite!

M: No kidding? You got quite the discriminatin' palate for a young lady, Yuki.

Y: When I was little, I used to eat sushi with my grandpa all the time.

M: You and yer gramps were makin' sushi runs? Is your family loaded or somethin'?

Y: Actually, I heard that a mountain behind my grandparents' house was part of their property.

M: What!? You some kinda lost mountain princess, Yuki-chan!?

Y: Not at all! Nowadays I'm living completely on my own. I can barely afford a cucumber roll.

M: Ah. See how that works? Your question was outta left field, but it kicked off a whole conversation. And I got to know ya a little better in the process.

Y: Huh?

M: You ask a question, the other person answers. Easy, right?

M: If you're havin' problems carrying on a conversation, ask your customer a question and let 'em talk. That'll turn into a conversation pronto.

Y: Oh, I see. There's a technique to conversations. That's really good to know.

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Y: Let's see... Majima-san, does your wife ever get mad at you because you're in this line of work?

M: Nah, no wife to get mad at me in the first place. I live alone, as a free man.

Y: Really...? I can't imagine how a single guy lives by himself. Majima-san, do you cook at all?

M: Do I look like a chef? I just do whatever.

Y: But, if you're always eating out or eating junk food, you won't have a balanced diet. Would you like me to make you some meat and potatoes stew or something?

> I can make that.

M: You sayin' you cook, Yuki-chan? I don't know, I bet I could do a better job myself...

Y: H-How dare you! I've been practicing really hard to make meat and potatoes stew! That's the only thing I cook!

M: Wait, why do ya only have one dish in yer arsenal?

Y: Because it was in a how-too book for relationships! It said, “The way to a man's heart is through his stomach with meat and potatoes stew!”

M: You actually read books like that, Yuki-chan?

Y: Oooh! Please don't say a word to anyone that I'm reading a self-help book!

M: My lips are sealed.

> That'd be great.

M: Yeah, that sounds tasty. Lookin' forward to it.

Y: O-Okay! Wow, I guess it was true. Men really do have a weakness for meat and potatoes!

M: Say what? You read that in a book or somethin'?

Y: Yes! A relationships how-too book. It said, “Win your man's heart via his stomach with meat and potatoes!”

M: Wait, you actually read books like that, Yuki-chan?

Y: Ahhh! Please don't say a word to anyone that I'm reading a self-help book!

M: My lips are sealed.

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M: I can tell you're gettin' better at this talking thing. You're makin' good progress, Yuki-chan.

Y: Y-You really think so? But, I think it's only because you're you, Majima-san...

M: Whaddaya mean?

Y: Well, it's different when I talk to someone I'm familiar with versus meeting a customer I don't really know.

M: I guess that's true.

> I'll request you then.

M: Then I'll request you as a customer, Yuki-chan.

Y: Huh? What do you mean?

M: Ya carry a conversation just fine when it's me, right? Alls I gotta do then is come in here and request you over and over.

Y: No, I understand that part... But it still doesn't make any sense.

Y: Let me get this straight. Majima-san, you spend your money at this club and then the profits go back to you. Erm... That would be pointless... right?*

M: Hey, I was bein' sarcastic! Ya gotta learn to tell when someone's jokin'.

Y: Oh, you were joking. O-Of course! I'm sorry.

Y: But if you really were my customer all the time, Majima-san, I think I'd enjoy that. Make sure to order a lot of expensive drinks, okay?

M: Heh. Now we're talking. That sounded like a hostess who knows her jam.

> Give it some time.

M: You'll get it down sooner or later. Ya just need a little more experience.

Y: You think so? Experience... I've been longer than any of the other hostesses, though...

M: Oh... Well, everyone gains experience at different speeds! You're just more turtle than hare, is all.

Y: Majima-san... You're not helping me feel better here.

> Imagine they're me.

M: Just think of all the customers as me.

Y: All my customers as you, Majima-san? Hehehe... Hahaha!

M: What's so funny?

Y: I-I'm sorry, I imagined that all of our seats were filled with you, Majima-san. I couldn't help it. Hahaha.

M: You know what I meant! It wasn't a literal suggestion.

Y: Oh, I know. But, thank you. If I try that, I think I will have an easier time handling the customers.

M: That right? Good, good.

Y: A room full of Majima-san customers... Hehehe, I bet that would be a pain!

M: Eh? You say somethin'?

Y: O-Oh, no. Nothing!

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M: Hey, look at the time.

M: Any last questions ya wanna ask me? Forget about the training for a sec. Anything goes.

Y: Hm, let's see. Um, well... Majima-san, what do you think about me?

M: Huh? Whaddya mean?

Y: As an employee of the club... Well, what do you think of me?

> You're cute.

M: Well, I think you're cute.

Y: What? Oh, no, no, that's what I mean. What I meant to ask is, do you think I'm a good employee?

M: Oooh, right, right! Yeah, sure, I can tell that you're really workin' hard.

Y: What kind of response was that? Are you being serious?

M: Uh, 'course I am. I just had to gather my thoughts there.

Y: Huh? You're weird, Majima-san.

> You're workin' hard.

M: You're workin' hard.

Y: You think so? We've gotten some new girls here lately, and I feel like they're working a lot harder than me.

M: Comparin' yourself to others is a losin' proposition. What's important is how hard yer tryin' to be better.

M: Besides, ya ain't great at talking to guys, yet here you are, toughin' it out to overcome your weakness. That's somethin' to be proud of, if ya ask me.

Y: Majima-san... Th-Thank you.

Y: But, Majima-san, it feels really weird when you get all serious and sincere like that. Like, almost creepy.

M: Whaddya mean, creepy!?

Y: Ahaha. But, I'm happy. Really. I'll work much, much harder!

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M: Okay, I think that'll do it.

Y: Th-Thank you for the lesson.

M: Sure thing. Good job.

*Note: Despite localization as “erm,” Yuki actually says “hmm?” and at the end of her sentence says, “hmmm?” Thought it was a cute detail that was worth noting.

[moonlit-han]

my favorite flower ↠ han jisung

(gif by @han-jisung)

genre: fluff, florist!Jisung x barista!reader word count: 2k warnings: none request: Sort of? Enjoy, Sara! a/n: credit to @junhuisflower​ for the idea for this fic~

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio✧

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Jisung was having a dreadful day.

The florist where he worked was overrun with people buying their significant others flowers for Valentine’s Day, even though it was still a week away, and they all insisted on their bouquets being impeccably arranged and be-ribboned. Those who bought the little trinkets the store offered, in addition to the large array of flowers, wanted them wrapped nicely—with a gift receipt included, please, if it’s not too much trouble. It was also rainy and cold, which meant customers kept tracking water and mud into the shop, making the floor ever so slightly slippery. He’d already dealt with one child slipping and the subsequent meltdown, and really didn’t want to go through that again. And, to cap it all off, he had a headache, which had started around 2 pm and would not go away.

Since a holiday was fast approaching, Jisung was working later than usual and had a break before the evening rush. He decided that what he needed was coffee and lots of it, preferably with several shots of espresso to keep him awake and to quell the pounding in his head. So, he threw on his coat and scarf, kicking himself for not remembering a hat nor an umbrella, and headed across the street.

As soon as Jisung entered the small, cozy cafe, he relaxed. The sharp smell of coffee and the sweetness of baked goods mingled tantalizingly before his nose, and a lazy smile spread across his face without him even realizing it. He joined the mercifully short line to the counter, thinking that he could really go for something simple, as long as there was plenty of caffeine in it. Preoccupied with his phone, Jisung didn’t notice he was at the beginning of the line.

“Hi, what can I get for you this evening?��� a light voice asked. After a pause it said again, “Hello?”

Jisung’s head shot up, looking a bit sheepish, and he blinked. A beautiful young woman stood in front of him, head cocked to the side and waiting to take his drink order. Suddenly, his day had gotten a lot better.

“I- Sorry. Um, could I have a medium latte with an extra shot of espresso, please?” Jisung said, trying his best to seem casual when, in reality, he was practically shaking.

“Sure, that’ll be ready in a few minutes at the counter to the right,” you said as Jisung paid and went to stand to the side.

He knew it would be rude to stare, but he couldn’t help it. Jisung was instantly drawn to you without prompting nor reason. You were the prettiest person he’d ever seen, and he was friends with Hyunjin, whose delicate features usually drew the attention of every person in a room. Maybe it was your smile and the way your eyes sparkled. Maybe it was the way the loose strands of hair fell around your face. Or maybe it was just the mellifluousness of your voice. He could barely think. Oh no, he really needed to keep it together since he was in public.

Jisung went to the counter to retrieve his coffee once it was ready, and tried not to yelp as his hand brushed yours. He scurried out of the cafe as quickly as possible, not wanting to embarrass himself anymore than he already had.

The next morning, Jisung returned to the little cafe across from the florist. He went back the day after that, and the next, and even the next day after that. Without fail, he was there at 8:30 am to get his latte and sometimes a bun. He never stayed long, since he had the shop to open, but it was nice to have this new routine. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t gone there before. By the fifth morning of him going to the cafe, you knew his order and even had the coffee almost ready.

“Morning!” you said brightly, “Same as usual?”

“Yeah, and a bun, too, please. Any flavor is fine!”

“Sure thing! Also, what’s your name? You come in here all the time and I can’t believe I’m just now asking,” you wondered.

“Oh!” Jisung was surprised you’d even ask. He was just a customer, no one special, right? “My name’s Jisung. Han Jisung. You’re Y/N, right? I noticed your name tag and all.” He stopped before he could say more, not wanting to admit that he’d noted your name the first day he saw you and committed it to memory.

“Yep, I’m Y/N,” you said, “And you have a lovely name. It sounds like the wind blowing through willow leaves. I like it.”

Jisung blushed, not used to compliments, especially from a pretty girl on whom he had such a crush. “Th-thank you. I like your name, too.”

You finished swirling steamed and frothed milk, espresso, and caramel together as Jisung squirmed on the other side of the counter.

“So, you work at the florist, right?” you said. “Has it been as busy over there as in here? I feel like I’ve seen at least twenty couples of high schoolers going on awkward coffee dates just in the past week.”

“Oh my god, it’s been crazy. Everyone wants special flowers and we only have so many because, wow, it’s the middle of winter. People just don’t seem to get that flowers have to grow and that takes time. The rain hasn’t been helping moods, either. Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear the rants of a frustrated florist.” Yet again, Jisung’s mouth had tried to run away of its own accord. “Those high schoolers must be annoying, though—I can’t imagine having to deal with them. At least my customers are mainly adults.”

You laughed, and Jisung thought he’d never heard anything so free and beautiful. “It sounds like a busy week for you, too! Yeah, they’ve been a bit . . . loud? Constantly here?” You handed Jisung his coffee and one of the special currant buns the owner of the cafe had made just that morning. “Here you go, Jisung!”

“Thanks, Y/N. Good luck with the high schoolers.” Jisung took a sip of the coffee. “Oooh, caramel! Thanks!” he said, appreciatively, meeting your eyes and praying that you wouldn’t notice him blushing while he paid.

“Well, at least they have dates for Valentine’s Day,” you said, looking directly at Jisung. “Good luck with the last minute flower orders. See you tomorrow, then!”

Jisung smiled in response and made his way to the door. Had you been trying to hint at something? It was the day before Valentine’s Day, after all.

Throughout the day, Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about you. How, despite only seeing you six times in his entire life, did he manage to have such a big crush on you? How?! As he helped customer after customer who wanted roses, orchids, hydrangeas, and every other fancy flower they could find, Jisung wondered which flowers would suit you best. Certainly something happy and carefree, yet strong and beautiful. You weren’t one for opulence—he could guess that much. Maybe sunflowers or tulips would do.

During his lunch break, Jisung went into the refrigerated room that held the flowers waiting to be brought out into the shop proper. He wanted to make you a bouquet, and it needed to be perfect. Jisung walked up and down the row of flowers in buckets, trying to find complementary blooms for one large sunflower and four deep crimson tulips. Every so often, he’d stop and bring a flower to his nose or hold it next to the sunflower and tulips. He finally choose a few fern fronds, and sprigs of baby’s-breath and feverfew. The white and green would set off the deep yellow and red nicely. The bouquet almost seemed to smile at him, the colors were so warm and bright. Just like you.

Jisung set the flowers down on his station, arranged them to his satisfaction, and carefully wrapped protective paper around the bouquet. He even tied a deep red ribbon around the paper to better highlight the tulips. Pleased with his work, he continued his break and the rest of the afternoon with a light heart. When it came time for him to leave that evening, Jisung gathered his things and the bouquet, and steeled himself. If he didn’t do this now, he guessed he’d never be able to bring himself to do it again.

Jisung stepped into the cafe, hiding the bouquet behind his back. You looked up from the book you were reading, since, somehow, there was a lull in the steady stream of customers you’d had all afternoon. The smile on your face when you noticed it was him gave Jisung the extra courage to walk up to the counter.

“Jisung!” you exclaimed. “You’re back! What’s up?”

“Um, well, I wanted to give you these,” Jisung said, only a little nervously. He handed you the bouquet, hoping you’d like it. “You’re really pretty, Y/N. And, you said you didn’t have a date for Valentine’s Day, so I thought I’d see if you wanted to go on a date with me! I understand if you don’t, since we’ve only seen each other a handful of times, but it’s always nice to have company, right?” Jisung finished, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

“Thank you!” you said earnestly. “H-how did you know these are my favorite flowers?”

“I guessed?” Jisung’s blush became more pronounced and he glanced away before meeting your eyes again. “You’re my favorite flower, and you’re always so cheerful—but also steady and strong—so I thought sunflowers and tulips would be perfect. I hope that wasn’t too forward . . ..”

“Jisung, this is perfect,” you said, beaming at the young man in front of you. “I’d love to go on a date with you! You’re always so sweet and, uh, you’re pretty cute, too.”

The look on Jisung’s face should have been distilled for future use as a remedy against sadness, he was so happy. “Really? You’ll go out with me?” he asked, still not quite believing it.

“Of course—how could I resist being courted with flowers? Oh! We should go ice skating!”

The next evening, Valentine’s Day, Jisung met you at the outdoor ice rink. You’d brought hot tea—you had enough of coffee at work—to fend off the chill. He was glad to have a chance to just stand with you in comfortable silence as you watched the other skaters. You were easy to be with, and didn’t feel the need to talk all the time, which immediately endeared you to Jisung even more. When the two of you did speak, it was all the more meaningful because you shared what you really cared about: books, music production, the cutest small animals you could think of, etc.

Jisung hadn’t been skating in years, so he laid himself at your mercy to help him stay upright on the ice. It also gave him the excuse to hold your hand for long stretches, but you didn’t seem to mind either. It wasn’t long until he got his feet back under him and was skating smoothly.

As the two of you skated around the ice rink, the snow started to fall gently as other couples laughed and spun around you. You looked up at Jisung. He had his head tilted up to the sky, much like a sunflower, and was catching snowflakes on his cheeks and eyelashes. He had a blissful smile on his face and paid no mind to the strands of blond hair falling into his eyes.

“Jisung?” you said.

“Hmmm?”

“If I’m your favorite flower,” you mused, “then you’re my sunshine, right?”

Jisung’s eyes flew open and he skidded his skates so the two of you stopped. “Yes, of course,” he murmured as he wrapped you in a tight hug, and, surprised as you were, you hugged him just as tightly. When Jisung drew back slightly and looked at you, a gentle smile touching his eyes, you leaned up and kissed him. It was just a light touch on the lips, but it felt as warm and sparkling as the first truly warm day in spring when the sun breaks through clouds to dispel any lingering tendrils of frost or cold wind. Everything just seemed so right with Jisung—you couldn’t explain it but the feeling was lovely and you wanted it to stay. After all, a sunflower needed the sun to grow and the sun needed things on which to shine.

[rwbyremnants]

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Hard convos and fluff (and awkward almost-incesty feelings)

Getting pretty close to the end! Also I started writing a new project - I know I know, I'm not even done posting this and Princess And The Dragons! Believe me there's just a ton of fics I could keep posting for all eternity, but they're all a complete mess (except the 2 I'm working on posting now). I might hit the fuck it point and post a few of them without doing any editing or rereading to make sure they make any sense. Yay for all that information nobody asked for!

=Chapter 10

A few months passed. Ruby had no further contact with Winter after she drove away from her, apart from one message she asked Penny to send, establishing that she no longer wanted to continue their arrangement. No more sessions, no more visits to the club, nothing. Even the casual texts had stopped, or the occasional silly snaps back and forth of each other's day; it was like they had never met. Strangers.

Then came an occasion she was dreading. There were other family gatherings she had managed to bow out of – anything to avoid awkward contact again out of fear of embarrassing herself; but this wasn't one she could squirm her way out of so easily. Weiss's birthday. She would never want to avoid her idol's celebration, especially not when she was specially invited! Dodging that one would also raise suspicion, and make it far more obvious that she was avoiding something to the other guests.

Plus, she didn't want to hurt her any more than she already had. Her guilt was too heavy. Time to bite the bullet and say hello.

All she could do was mentally prepare while she was out shopping with Yang, looking for an ideal present with her wife. She had promised that she would look after whatever she bought so Weiss didn't find it; at least that was a promise she could keep without anyone getting hurt.

"Hey, how about a cute little pony?"

When Ruby looked over, she saw Yang was holding up some kind of rainbow-painted porcelain horse tchotchke. She practically welcomed the distraction, no matter how mundane. Raising an eyebrow, she laughed, "Oh God, are you gonna turn her into one of those kooky nerds who has a billion of those?"

"Well… no…" Putting it back, Yang sighed and looked around. "But I'm totally drawing a blank this year. You know she's the one who's good at picking out gifts, and I just… suck ass."

Still trying to distract herself, Ruby smirked back toward her, walking a couple of steps backward to keep their pace in the store. "She told me enough times she liked what you got her last year. You know… the 'banana'?" If she wasn't going to be able to distract herself with small goods, she could by embarrassing her favourite sister. "She tells me everything when she gets drunk, unfortunately."

Ducking her blonde head, her big sister groaned and muttered, "God, Weiss… why can't you handle your booze?" She cleared her throat and spoke up to say, "But I don't wanna get her another 'toy' this time. I want it to be something sweet. Y'know, romantic and shit."

"Oooh…" That didn't give Ruby all too much to work with. While Yang and Weiss were definitely happy together, even she knew romance wasn't Yang's strong point. Aside from throwing herself in the path of an explosion that time a few years ago, the closest she had gotten was buying flowers on one occasion; only to get rid of them when they discovered Weiss was allergic. That was a story she wouldn't let her live down.

"Well, what kinds of things has she been into lately? Anything she mentions in passing or something?"

"Um… music? Frilly dresses and expensive perfume? Marrying the worst girlfriend in the world?" Sighing, she leaned back against a shelving unit full of lawn gnomes and hung her head. "I'll just get her another Victoria's Secret gift card."

"Doesn't that kinda count as a present for yourself? Just saying…" But Yang's phrasing didn't sit well in Ruby's own mind. Sure, she didn't know what sorts of presents were romantic and usually ended up with a cop-out gift, but at least she wasn't hurting anyone in the process of that. The worst girlfriend award for sure went to Ruby Rose. "And we both know she has the better of the Xiao Long-Rose sisters, so don't say you're the worst, dork."

"Does not! You're the real prize, and Penny is so lucky! Geeze, if you weren't with her, I'd be beating guys and girls off you with a stick!"

Even if it was meant positively, Ruby wasn't particularly in the mood to play along. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders reluctantly as she wandered out of the store, walking aimlessly in the direction of a jeweller’s. "Nah, I'm lucky to even have Penny. Don't even know how she puts up with me sometimes."

After a moment, Yang followed. She took so long to respond that by then, Ruby assumed she had forgotten the topic. Then…

"Okay, spill. What's been up with you the past couple months?"

"H-huh?" Even if it was a question she should have expected, she was taken aback, instantly finding herself on the defensive. "N-nothing! I was just saying that Penny's good for putting up with me, that's all!"

"Yeah, but you and Penny never fight. She hasn't seemed unhappy being with you or anything like that, at all." Folding her arms over her ample chest, she demanded, "So what's up, Rubes? Spill – unless you want me to tickle it out of you."

No getting out of that not-so-idle threat, no matter how much she tried. And even if Yang didn’t tickle her, she would be like a dog with a bone. Sighing, she looked downward sadly, still idly pacing around in the hope either of them would see something of interest for Weiss.

"It's not Penny and me that have had issues. We're fine. Our relationship's been pretty solid for a while…" When she stopped in front of the bracelets, she debated where to begin, whether or not to tell the story. In the end… "But… I’m, uh…"

Sensing this was big, Yang slid an arm around Ruby's shoulders. "You can tell me anything. If you could handle me coming out and transitioning, I can handle whatever's bugging you."

In the end, that tilted the scales. Yang deserved to know, since she had always been so open with her. At the same time, she didn't need to know who it was. The thought of that conversation coming to light certainly wasn't a good one given Yang's past with Winter.

"You know Penny and I don't… y'know, that often. So, um, Penny let me go out and see someone else, purely for sex. It worked out so great at first, me and this other girl had an amazing connection… but I had to go and ruin it."

For a moment, all Yang could do was blink in surprise. "Whoa, really? Never thought of you as a 'side chick' kinda girl." She hastily added, "But that's cool! I mean, if you have needs and Penny's okay with it, why the hell not?"

"Yeah, heh… I guess." Scratching the back of her head nervously, she couldn't look Yang in the eye anymore. The situation was too sensitive. "But it got deeper than that. Penny and I talked about it as well, and… and we realised that I was falling for this other girl the same way as Penny. Which she felt, too. But then… then I said some really stupid stuff and made a huge mess."

"Falling for both of them?" But of course, Yang had mostly been saying that to confirm it to herself. Blinking a few more times, she then asked, "What kinda stuff? Like, maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought."

"L-like…" There was the awkward part; she didn't know how to word what was happening without possibly outing either Winter or Qrow. Sighing in frustration, she looked back up. "Okay imagine if, I mean just imagine here – you're about to confess your feelings to Weiss for the first time, but then when you're just about to, you find out she's been sleeping with… with Dad or someone as close as that. Y-you'd be shocked, right? Shocked enough to really hurt her feelings on accident?"

For a long moment, Yang just tried to process the very idea being put across to her. Then she burst out, "Dad's been banging your side-chick?!"

"No!!!" Quickly slapping a hand to her forehead, she groaned out in frustration; one that had a couple of people turning to look at them. "I said 'someone as close as', not Dad himself! But that's not the point, anyway!" Looking around some more of the various watches and charm bracelets, Ruby sighed again. "I was yelling at her how if she cared she would have told me, because that was happening before I started hooking up with her, and during. And like, she knew this person was close to me! And I ended up… ended up learning I'd hurt her on other occasions without meaning to. Bad."

This time, Yang took even longer to respond. They both went back to looking over the things in the displays, picking them up and putting them down. Neither really paying much attention to what they were seeing.

"This, um…" Yang held up a tennis bracelet with a musical note dangling from it. "Is this dumb? I… think she could like it, but I, um…"

Again, Ruby welcomed the distraction. As much as she needed advice for what to do next, she much preferred to ignore the subject and keep burying her head in the sand. "That is super cute, actually. Maybe you can get another little snowflake charm for it too?"

"Ooh, that's a good idea… let me know if you find anything like that. Or maybe a star, because…" Her voice got quieter as she added, "She's my star."

Despite Yang having meant it genuinely, Ruby only saw her usual attitude of pun making and groaned again. "That was sooooo bad, international superstar. But stars and snowflakes, got it."

"Y-yeah," Yang replied with a feigned laugh. Clearly she had thought that was really romantic and it fell flat.

They both dug through the display for a little while longer, and Yang did eventually find a snowflake. Ruby was still hunting for a star when she walked back over. Clearly her mind was preoccupied.

"Um… hey Ruby?"

"Hmm?" Noticing that Yang had found what she wanted, she turned back to the display a moment to look longer. "Still can't find a star… Do you mind if it's a typical one? Or do you want a more… what? Something wrong?"

"The typical one is fine, we dug through most of 'em." Then she cleared her throat and tried to sound unconcerned as she asked, "So, were you, uh, maybe, kinda… sleeping with Blake?"

That'd made Ruby drop the small charm she had picked up, which bounced and rolled under one of the displays before she could catch it. At least it was one of the cheapest ones. "Oh, shoot! Noooo!"

“Those things are dime a dozen. C’mon, I asked you a serious question.”

She looked back around to her sister reluctantly. "No, not Blake. I mean, she said she thinks I'm cute before, but also said she would never want to because of your past. Kinda... crossing the streams, or whatever."

"Okay," she sighed in relief. "Whew! Just… you know, I noticed you guys were kinda hanging out sometimes, and… like, I never for sure thought you were, but that’s the only obvious guess I have."

Breathing with relief, Ruby laughed nervously with her. "T-that's fine! Nah, she and Sun seem to be exclusive to each other, from what I know, at least."

Under her breath, Yang muttered, "She's said that one before…" Then she cleared her throat and said, "Okay, Ruby. Whatever went on between you and whoever… it sounds like you were going past just bumping uglies and into really caring about each other. Weren't you?"

"H-hey, it wasn't like-!" But as much as she wanted to deny it, Yang was right; that was the simplest way to put it. Looking downward, she mumbled, "Yeah… we were."

"But… she's also doing stuff with someone really close to you, and it kinda gives you the 'this room is too crowded' vibe?" When Ruby didn't answer, she sighed and ran a hand through her bangs. "Whoo. That's rough."

"She’s also roommates with this person," Ruby added. It seemed like a major detail to leave in given the situation. Pacing to the other displays, she explained in more detail. "I'm not really mad about that anymore, I guess… I'm more mad that I hurt her. Not just by yelling at her about that, but that I left before talking it though. And that I hurt her before all this ugliness and didn't even know I did."

"God… and you were just gonna walk around with all this weighing you down?" Reaching over, she tousled Ruby's hair until it was a messy brown-and-red mop. It was one of the few things she had done when she was Ying that still lingered, even with how much she had changed before Ruby's eyes as they both grew up.

"Sis, I can only work with the facts I got. From where I'm standing… it sounds like this, um, person is worth it to you to go out on a limb for. I’ve been watching you moping around the past few months, and it's like… like something's missing inside you. And maybe your hookup isn't what you need, or maybe she- they are, and… I think you owe it to both of you to try. Just… I don't know, talk to ‘em again. Be chill and see where it goes."

"How?" she asked desperately with a little shrug. "How can I be 'chill' about it when I more or less said 'fuck you and what you've been through' to her face? Like… okay, it wasn't those exact words, sure; but the message was the same."

Though Yang did wince at the implication of saying something like that to someone, she gripped Ruby's shoulder. Unfortunately, due to her ignorance of the topic, her phrasing was less than ideal. "Hey, so you messed up in a… not small way. Sometimes to get what you want, you gotta eat a little crow."

Which was rather noticeable, given that she immediately shut her eyes tightly at the remark. "GOD I'd rather not hear 'Crow' and 'Eat' in the same sentence, you have no idea…"

But whether Ruby liked it or not, her sister was completely right. The problem wasn't going to be solved by hiding from each other; they needed to talk. To apologise, say their piece, and learn. Even if they ended up still avoiding each other after, the least they could do was try.

Apparently, Yang had been trying to talk to her all along, because she finally said, "Yooo, you in there, little Ruby? Big sis calling!" Then a fist was knocking on the top of her head, albeit lightly.

"GAH!" Flinching as soon as her head was touched, she nearly managed to knock the bracelet from Yang's hand! But right away she composed herself again, scratching her head. "S-sorry… I spaced. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that we should probably check out," Yang laughed easily, beaming her usual confident smile down at Ruby. "This bracelet's kinda lame, but it's literally the only idea I've had all day that doesn't make me wanna hurl myself into a volcano."

Ruby could only smile back, handing over the small star charm she had unearthed. "I actually think it's really cute, she'll love it."

But just after they'd finished checking out and re-entered the mall complex, Ruby was attempting to get some information of her own. She had been wanting to for a while, but didn't know how without raising suspicion. As naturally she could, she asked, "So… who's coming to the party? Me, Penny… who else?"

"Oh, well you know. Family people. Plus FNKI is supposed to be there, and Blake and Sun." Pointing, she asked, "Smoothies? My treat, for helping me out with this."

"Yeah, I guess smoothies wouldn’t break the bank," Ruby laughed, following her big sis. "Family people… so Dad, Jacques… Winter…?"

With a slow drawl, Yang answered, "Riiiight. That's who family is. Oh, I don't know if Uncle Qrow RSVP'd yet or not; he was invited. But Dad's gonna be there for sure." Then she looked suspiciously at Ruby. "Unless there's a problem with Dad being there…?"

"Why would I have a problem with Da-" But given the rather serious look, Ruby rolled her eyes. "Look, Dad was an example. This friend isn't actually sleeping with Dad. If she was, he would be living in the house with them, cause they are roommates with the person, remember? And no, it’s not Penny, and it’s really not me."

"Well yeah, I guess. Just double-checking, okay?" When Ruby still seemed irritated, she sighed and said, "Okay, I won't ask who's who again. I get it, this is sensitive. But… I do hope you get whatever's going on squared away. And promise me you won't sit on it until too much time went by, and now you feel like you can't speak up. Please?"

Eyebrows furrowing, Ruby looked up to her sister anxiously. She was genuinely worried about her… and had good reason to be, given what she had to deal with a few years ago; of course now that a somewhat similar situation presented itself, even if only affecting her sister, she would be on edge. But not wanting to let on how truly she was bothered by this, Ruby instead looked at the smoothie menu.

"Get me a banana and blueberry smoothie and it's a deal."

But all Yang groaned in response was, "Do you have to pick 'banana'? I'm already embarrassed enough about that as it is!"

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"…but she’s been saying she wants to eat more organic, so I figured, buying some vegetable plant seeds could be an idea; something to do with little Fèn once she gets older, also. Not such a boring present, is it?"

Winter’s father had offered to drive her to her sister’s birthday party to both spare her sobriety and cab fare. He insisted strongly, despite her reluctance to be in his company. In recent days, that seemed to be worryingly common; for her to be alone or seem a little more uptight and serious than usual. Even if he had never mentioned it, her father certainly noticed.

And when noticing she still wasn't particularly listening on this occasion, he cleared his throat. "S-so… Amber couldn't come. She had something with her own family she couldn't miss, so you and Weiss will have to meet her properly another time."

"Hmm? Oh, yes… that's wonderful, Father." It was a stock answer. Winter would normally have offered up something a lot more in-depth and pointed, but it seemed she still wasn't up to the task.

In fact, she had spent most of the past months avoiding any time alone with her father. Not that he would know why. Not that they never talked, but their discussions had been fewer and further between ever since he told her about Amber. Poor Jacques. The only cause he could think of was the possibility that Winter didn't like his flowering relationship. And no wonder; no one would like to hear their parent had moved on, much less such details.

While they were at a red light, he looked around to her, asking, "You… aren't mad at me for dating again, are you?"

"What?" she asked, roused from her reverie. "No, not at all… oh, Father, I'm sorry. My mind is just elsewhere." Frowning over at him, she told him as earnestly as she could, "I didn't mean to make you think I disapprove of Amber."

There was a wave of relief, and right away he swept the sweat from his brow. "Phew! You had me worried there! Last thing I wanted to do was make you or Weiss feel uncomfortable." As the light turned green, his attention returned to the road, but he didn't drop the subject. "Then what is wrong, dear? You've seemed off for a long time now."

"Have I?" she asked, trying to sound as convincing as she could. She shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Well, you have been a little," he admitted. "So, if it's not Amber… what is it? Is there something I should be concerned about? Have I done anything to upset you?"

"No, nothing," she answered immediately. There was no way she could ever tell him why she was so uncomfortable in his presence now - especially since it was getting easier to manage a little at a time. So she had to distract him, and she could only find one topic that would adequately excuse her standoffishness without making her poor father feel worse. "Just… I was beginning to think I might have found an 'Amber' of my own. But the relationship fell through before I could figure that part out."

"Oooohh… so, it's relationship trouble." While it was a better assumption than the whole truth, it was still awkward for old Jacques Schnee. He wasn't used to talking to his daughters in such circumstances until a couple of years ago, so the advice was always rusty. Still, he tried. "There's always more fish in the sea, even if you have to swim a little further out, I suppose. I know you get out more than I do, I'm sure you'll find a nice… girl, to settle down with someday."

Laughing weakly, Winter crossed her legs in the opposite direction, hoping against hope that it would abate her discomfort. No such luck. "Doubtful. I just don't feel that kind of connection with people. Not until…" Did she dare confirm? "Until she came along."

"I see… the one that got away, hmm?" Given the silence, that was also confirmed. While it wasn't as easy for him as it would be talking to a son about this sort of thing, he tried his best to treat her in the same way he would a son, and cleared his throat. "Girls are very mysterious. One minute you think you have them figured out, the next, you're back to square one. Or in your case, square zero. Of course, you know that, being a woman yourself." Scratching his head nervously, he tried to continue, "But what I'm saying is, don't bet all your money on one horse. If it's not meant to be, it won't happen. If it is, things will… well, they'll find a way to work."

"But I wasn't putting money on any horse," she sighed. "My feelings came as a complete surprise to me; I wasn't even looking! And then…" There had to be a way to discuss this without going into specifics. "We had an argument. About our relationship, and how we hadn't been entirely honest about our situations. It should have been something we could work through, but…"

"Ah, of course. Nobody likes complications." They weren't too far from the house, but rather than pull right up to the drive, he pulled the car over onto the shoulder a moment. "Listen, I'm not very good at this, you can tell; but it sounds like you both left everything up in the air rather than talking through the issue properly."

Winter could feel her anxiety rising. They were so close! She hadn't been mentally prepared to be alone with him for any longer than the drive there. But she also didn't want to squander this chance to have a non-superficial conversation with her father; they were so rare, and if she avoided this one she might not get another for a while. Or might even lead him to believe she hated him. That wouldn’t do.

"I wanted to try again. But she let me know we were done. That… she didn't want to see me anymore. She was so upset, I… how can I approach her if she hates me?"

Leaning back in his seat, Jacques sighed deeply, drumming his fingers against the top of the steering wheel as some form of distraction. "How indeed. Then again, your mother and I used to have our fair share of arguments before we got serious; sometimes, shit happens." It was unusual for her father to swear, even more so when he was calm. Still, it meant they were possibly getting somewhere. "Perhaps arrange to meet under more neutral circumstances?"

"Perhaps so." Her eyes flicked toward her sister’s house and the promise of safety, and she sighed. "We'll see. It feels so hopeless, but… I should at least apologise for my part of our misunderstanding. Then it would be up to her, right?"

"Exactly." He smiled toward her. "The ball will be in her court, as it were. If she wants to play, she will. If not… well, you can say you did everything you possibly could. It's disappointing if it does come to that, but in the end, it's far more satisfying to say you tried than to give up without trying."

Nodding glumly, she tried to let herself believe him. It was so hard! But she knew it was the truth; yes, Ruby was well within her right to end their arrangement, even without what went on with Qrow. Even so, that didn't mean she and her sister-in-law couldn't patch up their friendship, and discuss what went wrong like mature adults.

"You're right, of course. It's… I'll think about it. Thank you."

Nodding happily, he put his hands back on the wheel again to drive the last few seconds of the journey. Already, there were a few cars and bikes on the drive from the various guests. One of which included the small red car that Winter recognised so much: Ruby's.

Oblivious to that, Jacques was already taking off his seatbelt and opening the door. "In the meantime, just enjoy the party today. I'm sure Weiss will let you hold Fèn for longer than a couple of minutes this time!"

"Don't count on it," she laughed as they exited the car and began walking up towards the lakehouse. Despite their difficulties and Winter's private discomfort, she really did appreciate the talk more than she could say.

Once they got inside, they could see most of the guests had arrived. Yang and a few members of FNKI were loitering in the spacious entryway. One or two other children from Fenléng's daycare were toddling back and forth in the living room, their mothers likely nearby. Winter thought it was nice that she had a few little friends to play with.

"I'll be back in a bit, guys," Yang reassured both Flynt and Inu upon noticing the new guests. Suspecting they hadn't seen Weiss yet, she thought it best to greet the newcomers herself, managing to scoot past them to welcome her inlaws with open arms. "There you two are! Figured you got lost, again."

Jacques chuckled to himself, accepting a quick hug from her with a pat on the back. "That was just one time. Where is my other pride and joy, anyway?"

"Out in the garden with Ruby! I think they wanted to catch up a little bit before we gave Weiss her presents and stuff. You can head through, if you want?"

Raising a small bag and the box from Jacques, Winter said, "Where shall I put these?"

"Oh, I'll take 'em while we go through, it's on the way. Weiss's been waiting for you guys to turn up!"

With a brief wave goodbye to the two guests, Yang journeyed through the living room with both of Weiss’s relations following behind. She detoured to the kitchen with the two gifts, adding them to the pile, then leading Winter and Jacques to the rear conservatory doors. And there in plain sight were Ruby and Weiss, sat together on the bench.

The circumstances couldn't be any worse. Both Jacques and Weiss were completely unaware of the tension between Winter and Ruby. It gave no time for either of them to prepare mentally, especially not when Jacques was already walking outside toward them both, calling out to get their attention. "There she is! Twenty-two years young."

Turning, Weiss smirked at him as she said, "You got it right this year, Father. I'm impressed." Then her smile widened and she said, "Hey, sister of mine!"

"Happy birthday," Winter said, smiling gently. For the moment, she could forget about the girl sitting next to her sister. Ruby was definitely very important to her, but this wasn't her day, and it wasn't Winter's. "How does it feel to be another year wiser?"

"About the same," she laughed back with a little shrug. "Yang and I were just talking about that this morning; every year is just an encore, isn't it?"

"Once you're past twenty-one, it is pretty much the same,” Jacques chuckled. “Still, gives us an excuse to have a drink or two."

While he was making small talk with his daughter, Ruby continued to sit still with a drink in hand, staring toward the ground nervously. She knew Winter was there, but was far too scared to even make eye contact with her. Clearly, she had been just as cut up as Winter was in the first place. At least that was one small good sign; the pseudo-breakup wasn’t already an irrelevant event for the girl.

"So, how many others are on their way?" Winter asked, hands in the small of her back.

"Well, there's Blake and Sun," Weiss began to list off as she embraced sister. "Taiyang is on his way with Qrow. That might be everyone, right, honey?"

"Blake just messaged and said she's on the way," spoke up Yang from behind them, who had just finished putting the gifts away and was now coming to a stop by her wife’s side. "Aaaand Dad's on the way but a little held up because he went to get Penny from the airport. That’ll be a while, so… should we do presents?"

"You guys go ahead," Ruby said from her seat. At least now she raised her head a little, and looked outward to the large lake rather than at the floor like she was before. "I'm just gonna… chill here for a minute. Crazy week."

"Sorry to hear that," Winter said almost automatically. Then she cleared her throat and hastily turned to Weiss. "Are you ready for presents, or would you rather wait for Blake and Sun?"

"We can wait. In fact, now that I've stopped breastfeeding, I'm ready to have a drink. Can I get you something?"

Smiling demurely, she responded, "Oh, come on; this is your day. I can make drinks for both of us. What will everyone have?"

"Maybe Weiss already has the drinks I…" Though before she could finish that quip, Yang realised just who was in their company. They might well be on good terms, but an adult breastfeeding joke might be a bit too much for the subject’s father and sister to take. Winding back, she cleared her throat again. "Yeah, but I'll get them though, seriously. I know Weiss wants a strawberry daiquiri, and I’m still on the dry list. You two…?"

"I'm driving, so just sparkling water for me. What about you, Winter?" Jacques asked, although he was about ready to head inside.

Her eyes flicked to Yang, but then she said, "Martini, dry, single olive. That is, if it's no trouble."

"Nope, not at all!."

Weiss and Jacques headed inside first, with him asking about how she was and how Fènleng had been. It was always the subject whenever he came over now. But before Winter could step inside, Yang's hand landed on her shoulder, pulling her slightly around.

"Hey… you got a minute?"

That was quite startling for the elder of the Schnee sisters. Glancing both between the door inside and Ruby on the bench, she asked, "Of course, what's up?"

Glancing back at her little sister for a quick moment herself, she leant in closer toward Winter, talking in a hushed tone. "Okay, this is gonna be a weird request, but could you talk to her? This past few months she's had a bad case of the blues about, um, this situation she’s in. I know it's weird asking since she barely knows you, but… I'm kinda at a roadblock."

"Me?" Gulping, she glanced back at Ruby, then again at Yang. The woman she had treated so badly once upon a time. "I… don't have the greatest track record with helping people. Mentally. I'm honestly very surprised you'd ask me."

"Well, I'm stuck… Weiss is stuck, Penny's stuck… we're out of options. Not that you're a bad option, that's not what I'm saying at all! I mean, I know it's not gonna be the same as when you talked me into leaving and-" Sensing she was rambling, however, she looked down when the quizzical gaze of Winter met her own. "Bad start… bad start. But, yeah… if it's okay with you, could you? She may open up more if it's with somebody who doesn’t know her as well as us."

"Yang… you have me all wrong. I'm honoured you trust me to help her, and I'll definitely do my very best. Just… surprised." Swallowing hard, she whispered, "I've been hoping to… make things up to you; I know I can't, but anything I can do to try…"

"Oh pssshhh, I wasn't even thinking about that!" Yang quickly assured her, even laughing a little just to prove it. But in a short moment she squeezed her shoulder, just enough to convey she was serious. "I'm asking as a sister-in-law. Not as a 'you owe me'. Please?"

That prompted Winter to sigh in mild relief as she patted the hand on her shoulder. "That means the world to me. And yes, of course; I just apologise in advance if the talk doesn't do as much good as we both hope."

"Least we can say we tried. I'll have your drink ready in a second."

Finally releasing the shoulder, she headed back in the house behind Weiss and Jacques, leaving the two girls outside alone. Ruby, who was still trying to look to one side with her beverage to do anything to avoid looking her way; and Winter, who was awkward enough thinking about what needed to be done. It was pretty obvious Ruby wouldn't be the one starting.

There was so much she wanted to say, but in the end all she did was pace up behind the bench, come to a stop, and ask, "So… how have you been?"

Nervously shrugging her shoulders, Ruby kept watching the lake while she took a sip of her drink. Damn Yang… she didn't know anything about the situation, yet had somehow managed to convince Winter to do the very thing they needed to - despite her wanting to run a mile from it!

"G-good," she murmured after the sip, resting the hand back on her knee again. "J-just, um, doing so-so. And you?"

"I've been better… but I've been worse. So… I guess the same as you." She looked down towards her hands, white-knuckling on the back of the bench, and tried to relax. It wasn't working. "How are… you and Penny?"

Yet again, she shrugged her shoulders. However this time she at least made some form of effort to acknowledge her needs, by scooting to one side of the bench. "Not too bad, I guess. She has a new job, but she's been kinda stressed because I've been super tired a lot of the time."

Realising it would look strange if she kept standing there when there was an empty seat, she rounded it, sitting down as far away as she could from Ruby. Hopefully, she wouldn't feel crowded. "Why so tired? If it's not too much to ask about. Feel free to tell me it's none of my business, I…" But she didn't finish her thought.

"O-oh, it's nothing. J-just… uh…" Seemed it was more than nothing, especially when it came to the person she was admitting this to. But trying her best, she eventually shrugged her shoulders after another drink. "Just… felt a little off, that's all. I-it's like that sometimes."

"You should talk to your sister about that. She would know more about that, since she's… already on medication. No thanks to me," she added in a bitter undertone.

Closing her eyes, Ruby sighed deeply as she placed her glass on the ground and out the way. "That wasn't your fault entirely, you know. There were a lot of issues at the time with her, hiding under the surface. And besides, I'm pretty sure it’s not genetic; my parents weren’t diagnosed with stuff like that. So if it’s anybody, it’s Yang’s mom, I guess."

"Still, you… should work on what's troubling you." This was getting harder to dance around, and when she thought about doing so, she found she was unable to. "Because despite… how things played out, I still want what's best for you, Ruby. There's just no sense in you suffering if you can talk to someone, sort things out. Medication or no medication."

"I'm not depressed," she corrected. Although from the way she kept staring toward the ground, she wasn't exactly doing anything to prove that comment wrong. In the end, she placed her hands on the bottom of her small skirt, grasping the hem anxiously. But in the end, she thought to herself; what good would it do to keep distracting and leaving things unsaid? "I've just… been upset. Not Depression, not anything else; I'm just sad, okay? It… it was my own stupid fault in the first place."

"What was?" When Ruby didn't answer immediately, she followed up with, "I don't want to assume anything. That isn't my right. But maybe whatever has upset you wasn't your fault alone, and… and then you wouldn't have to punish yourself so harshly. Right?"

For a long while, there was silence between them. Ruby continued to look downward, still unable to yet look up at someone she once couldn't get enough of. It was almost tragic how far they had drifted thanks to a single argument. But the silence was lifted by a small, but rather desperate whisper.

"I miss you."

Winter's head raised, eyes wide. Her mouth worked as if she would respond right away, but she forced herself to stop, to consider her words more carefully. Then she stated, "And I have missed you. So much."

Tucking a stray strand of hair out of her own face, she eventually settled to holding her hands together on her lap, idly crossing her legs to appear casual. Just on the off-chance anyone inside was looking. But already, she could feel everything she had bottled up coming loose, feel her heart thudding with fear, eyes welling up.

"I just got so mad," she began to confess. “S-so mad and so jealous… and I had n-no right to be. That wasn't fair. Not when I-I'd done things just as bad to you."

"You didn't realize what you had done was so…" Winter paused, having to breathe deeply. This wasn't something she made a habit of discussing, so even now, months later, it was difficult. "We both crossed a line that we didn't think as important to the other person as it turned out to be. Is… that fair to say?"

It was accurate. All Ruby had wanted to do was show Winter that she was brave enough to do more daring things, while Winter simply wanted to keep the two most important people in her life happy without awkward encounters. It was certainly a fair assessment. Nodding in agreement, she stared out toward the lake again in a somewhat more contented silence.

"…How's Qrow?"

"Oh, he's been alright. They promoted him to assistant manager of the bar; said he was doing a great job with the work but was a little rude to the customers, so he was better placed being rude to the bartenders."

"So he gets to sit at a desk behind the bar and drink? Sounds like an ideal job for him."

Winter smiled down at the hands in her lap. "You… probably don't want to know any more details than that, do you?"

Though that last comment didn't make Ruby laugh. Unfortunately, she was still rather awkward about that situation. "N-no… not really. I wanna hear if he's okay but not like, those details."

"Of course, of course," she replied hastily. "I have no problem with that. As long as you agree not to tease me about… about the other thing. We can bring it up from time to time, but don't tease. It just…" She looked away, biting her lip to keep from showing a reaction too severe.

"I know… I stepped over the line." Nervously she shuffled in her seat again, looking downward toward the floor. A look of pure shame. "The truth is… I just thought that maybe… if I used my intuition and showed that I could be daring enough to try something big like that, you'd be pleased with my progress. But now I know, t-that was completely wrong. That you can't ‘guess’ with this stuff."

The corner of her mouth ticked up as she conceded, "Well, to be fair, you were right with everything except the third person who happened to be in the room. But your performance was… I still have to fan myself thinking about how good you were."

"It… was pretty hot." Unsure if that was crossing the line or not, she shrugged her shoulders nervously. "That doesn't count as teasing, right? To admit that it was really… really thrilling?"

"No, not at all. I… could tell you how I really felt about it, if you promise not to pass judgment. A-and if you promise not to think it means I dislike you; just because I was angry and upset didn't mean I wanted you out of my life! I regret so much that I made it seem that way…"

"I wouldn't blame you if you did… I crossed the line," she admitted again. She knew she deserved more than that. She expected fury, rage even, but Winter had something else to say. "…g-go on?"

"What I said during play… that it really turned me on… I wasn't lying. It did. But admitting that means admitting that…" Winter's cheeks were pink already due to how long they had been talking about their last session, but she bravely forged ahead.

"On the car ride up here, I spent the entire time trying to ignore how wet I was getting. Because I was in the same car as my father. You were so good, and gave me such a powerful climax, that now… now I associate that with speaking to him, being in the same place as him. Which I'm so ashamed of; it's… not as if he had anything to do with it directly, or as if I want to sleep with him! GOD, no! But the two things are connected in my brain pretty strongly now." Now that the older woman had said her peace, she closed her eyes and waited for the reaction. However bad it might turn out to be.

"Ohhh…" Surprisingly, it was far easier for Ruby to take in than expected. While it was good to learn that she had given Winter an extremely powerful orgasm, and Winter was proud of her as a sub… learning that Winter now associated her own father with their escapades wasn't so good. In fact, when she thought about it…

It was the same association she now had with Qrow once learning who he was. Finding out that Qrow was another of Winter’s partners made such thoughts hard to totally block out. A sexual context for her own uncle. They were both dealing with those awful tricks of their minds. Only difference was, Ruby knew she would never accidentally be picturing her uncle during the act the same way Winter might with her father.

"Shit… I really screwed up…"

"Not so badly. I mean, it's almost fun, when I'm not disgusted with myself." A few seconds later, she added in a weak murmur, "That was supposed to be humourous, but after saying it, I realized it didn't come out that way…"

Still blinking, she finally looked more in Winter's direction than the floor at last. Not eye contact yet, but it was better than what it was. "Geeze, I just wanted to do something… adventurous. To be bold or whatever. I didn't want to ruin an entire person for you, let alone your own father!"

With another gentle, nervous smile, she turned back to face forward. "You don't have that much power, Ruby. He's not ruined, exactly… just… this is something I'll have to work through. But it does help to have a specific cause; you fucking me under the desk, instead of just 'Surprise, you're turned on in your father's presence'. Keeps me from thinking I'm even more of a deviant than I already am."

There was a small chuckle coming from her. "That would be the worst version of the Daddy kink."

"Ugh," Winter groaned, ducking her head. "Do you know how long I mentally dissected me moaning 'Daddy' when I’m being fucked?! I haven't called him that in over a decade, and I still had to worry about it!"

"Oh my god, I was kidding - I didn't know you had one!" The laugh was beginning to increase in volume. In fact, it would be the loudest anyone would have heard her laugh in weeks, even if it was a slight form of teasing. Their talk was working.

So Winter kept it going. Yes, she was uncomfortable with the subject matter, but it was also a relief to be able to get it out and discuss it instead of bottling everything up. "Well, I do, but it never had anything to do with my actual daddy until that night. Not as far as I knew, anyway." Shifting in her seat, she muttered, "You know what they say about all little girls wanting to marry their fathers…"

"Not me; never ever been interested in men. Even me being kinda weird about sex aside…" Finally, she felt her muscles relaxing as she grew more at ease; even began to smile. Maybe things were going to work out for them still being friends, after all. In the end, that's what they wanted, to be in one another's lives, regardless of feelings.

But Ruby didn't want to leave it there. Talking about where things went wrong with their arrangement was one thing, but with their feelings was another. They had come too far, said too much to leave it there without talking it through fully. If only she could take that first step.

Though Winter beat her to it. "If you're sure you want to keep these secrets, and aren't already disgusted by me…" Her eyes flicked up to Ruby's face, then away again, waiting. Bursting to speak, but afraid that she had already gone too far.

"I could never be disgusted with you." At long last, she looked up, and right at Winter's face. It was like she was seeing her for the first time all over again. She could already feel the bottled up feelings reemerging, the compulsive need to grab Winter and kiss her as hard as she could. But they had to talk it out first. "Even after all my thinking, all this time with these dumb thoughts… I can't be disgusted with you. I can't even dislike you. And I don't want to. Because all this time has passed and I… I-I… still…"

Almost as if to head her off, Winter went on, "G-good. Because it's been getting worse, even if I've been getting better at processing it; understanding it's a kink, and it doesn't make me bad for having a kink if I don't indulge it. That's not as bad, right?" Her eyes held Ruby's for just a moment, hopeful, drinking in the desire she saw reflected there, before she turned away.

"As you heard, my father has begun dating this Amber woman. I've seen her, and she really is attractive." More fidgeting from the elder Schnee sister. "S-so… I may have had a stray fantasy about walking in on them…"

"Well… I-I guess… um…" Truly speechless after that confession of hers, Ruby looked to one side wide eyed, scratching the back of her head nervously. Managing to force a chuckle of her own, she admitted, "I guess these things don't hurt. Fantasies and all that, different strokes for different folks."

"You know, I could tell he was flustered by that sketch of yours - which I framed, by the way, I hope I can show you how it looks framed. That… is part of what made it harder to forget this whole thing. He didn't know it, but he was finding me attractive." Then she cleared her throat, waving that away as best she could. "Which only makes sense; he's always told me I'm a lot like Mother was. Weiss is the one who looks so distinctly different, even though there's a family resemblance, of course."

"Weirdly? She looks like your dad, if he was a girl… if that makes sense?" She could only hope that would be enough to make her chuckle along with her. The strange thing was, at the start of this arrangement, she was so obsessed with Winter's likeness to Weiss. Now, she could completely separate them. When with Winter, it was like Weiss was never even a factor.

"She does!" Winter admitted with a giggle of her own, raising a hand to her mouth to hide it. Then she sighed and said, "Anyway, enough about my budding Electra complex before I develop a thing for Weiss, too." Turning more fully, she looked straight at Ruby with a sober gaze. "I'm so happy that we can talk again. It might not be easy, but I can't tell you how much I've missed this!"

Laughing right back with her, Ruby picked her drink back up from the ground. The smile on her face evolved into a grin. "Me too! This was one of the things I missed. I mean, Weiss and Blake are great to talk to, but you sorta get fed up with them bringing up their other halves like, all the time."

Nodding, Winter crossed her legs in a lot less discomfited gesture - though she still shivered slightly at the action. "Indeed, they do go on about each other. But it's a positive thing, that they're in such stable relationships." Glancing over at Ruby, she asked in a careful tone, "You and Blake didn't ever…?"

Drinking the final swig of her drink, Ruby shook her head lightly, drawing the glass away. "Nah. We agreed that'd be too weird with how she was with Yang and all. Plus, as much as she knows she's bisexual…" Shuffling up closer to Winter a moment, she quickly checked the area to make sure no one was in sight. Thankfully, they were all too distracted by the presents to even notice those two outside. Finally, she leaned into her ear, whispering, "She is definitely all about dicks."

Giggling, Winter whispered back, "I know. I offered to Dom her a few times, or to let her Dom me, and she said she 'wouldn't mind' but didn't seem all that excited about getting around to it. I saw that as the gentle kiss-off that it was, and never pushed for an answer."

"Yeah… She won't admit it, but she is a cockslut," Ruby whispered back. And yet even when she was done whispering, she didn't move away. Not yet. She had become content with sitting right at Winter's side, even leaning in slightly toward her. So close… even after months, it was becoming like those few romantic sessions all over again. Except there were no characters, no practice. This was Winter Schnee and Ruby Rose.

"Do you still…" But as soon as the words began to form, she held a hand up, shaking her head. "Nah, forget it, I'm being dumb."

"I still miss more than just our sessions," Winter told her firmly, offering it when Ruby hadn't finished her question. "I miss YOU, all of you."

Ruby found no more words to say. Usually a chatterbox who let her mouth run, and she was completely speechless. All she could do was keep their close proximity, feel her cheeks beginning to heat up once more as Winter stared back at her. She always managed to make her blush… and this was no exception. After a brief check to make sure no one was around, she found her eyes wandering elsewhere. To Winter's eyes, her lips…

"Kiss me."

"Are you sure?" she breathed gently, allowing her index finger to brush down along Ruby's arm. "Someone might see. Or do you want them to see?" Quirking her lips, she whispered as she drifted closer, "Not that I would fault you if that was secretly what you wanted."

"I-I want…" She wanted everything to go the way it was meant to go when she first confessed her feelings for Winter. She wanted for them to be more, so much more. "I want you… I want to feel how you feel about me. Even after this long. I-if you still do."

At the more insistent wording, the lessening of ambiguity, Winter's eyes began to shimmer. Her throat tightened, and she leaned in yet closer. With only another second of hesitation, her lips took the younger woman's, hungrily and with great relish.

And she poured every last ounce of desire into her mouth as she kissed her back, as her hand slid up to rest upon her neck. For the first time, one of their kisses wasn't merely full of confidence, sensuality, desire. This time, there was so much affection - on a level closer to Penny's, though different in its own right. Open and earnest.

In the same way, Ruby felt her eyes closing in bliss. Her hand crept up and into Winter's hair, bringing her in closer. Her other hand was holding her glass as best she could, but even that was a struggle. In the movement and effort Winter displayed when she opened her lips slightly further, when she eased her tongue forward to brush against her own, she could feel it. This kiss was so completely different to what she had felt from her before, yet entirely familiar. Winter Schnee loved her, and she could tell from that single, honest kiss between them. And already she could feel tears welling up in her eyes all over again.

Though Winter continued to pour more and more of her affection into the contact, eventually it grew to be too powerful. She had to break away to whisper, "I thought I lost you forever!" before she threw her arms around Ruby, pushing her face into her neck and trembling all over as she tried not to break down entirely.

Although hesitant at first, Ruby eventually found the strength to hug right back, pulling her in tightly as she grasped the cardigan she was wearing. Everything was back, her scent, her touch; her. And she wouldn't have it any other way. What a fool she was to let it all go, to let such a thing slip away because of a pathetic argume-

"Guys, we're starting to open the presents!"

Yang happened to call as she stood by the conservatory door. Why did that have to happen now?! Thankfully, there was no awkwardness about the embrace; it simply looked like what Yang had intended for them, for Winter to have helped Ruby with her sadness. And that brought a smile to her face. "Awww, come on you nerds, get in here!"

Pulling back with a sniffle, she was sure not to do what she would have done - kiss Ruby again - and instead turned immediately to call, "Coming!" When addressing Ruby again, she whispered, "Are you going to be alright? I mean, I think I can dry it up, but we can linger a moment if you need to."

Moving the hand from the back of her head to her shoulder instead, she nodded. She desperately wanted to do the same, quickly lunge forward and kiss Winter. But that would have to wait until another time. "Y-yeah, we'd better. Yang's been worried about me."

"Yeah, she said. Your sister really cares for you; I'm glad you're so close." Biting her lip as she stroked Ruby's arm, down out of sight due to the bench, she whispered, "Maybe… she can be one of the first ones we tell, when we're ready. She and Weiss. I think they're the ones who might feel the most strange about us being anything other than sisters-in-law."

"Yeah… Yeah that's true. It would be a good idea." But it seemed at first, Ruby hadn't quite realised what that implied. Until she started to really think about it. And her eyes widened once she began to think on it more and more, before finally gasping, "You… want that with me? Like, to be completely out in the open? Really?"

"Possibly," she answered with a shy smile as she finally began to stand up, pulling Ruby to her feet alongside. "Depending on other factors. Mainly, you and Penny; if we did that, she would be part of a polyamorous relationship, even if she has no feelings for me. I don't want to put her in that position if she's not comfortable with it. And then we'll have to decide how we feel about each of the other people in our lives knowing about it in turn."

"Yeah, of course. If we don't handle this right, people would accuse me of being a cheater. And I don't want that – she doesn’t deserve to have people thinking that, either. Don't worry, I'll be talking to her about it soon."

Winter nodded, then couldn’t help grinning down at the little puppy. Now all hers – or at least, more hers than she had been expecting. "I can’t wait."

[ruewrites]

We’re Blooming Together Chapter 3: Eyes

AO3

Ships: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 3023

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

“I thought you said you were going to focus on yourself for a while.”

“I am … But they could also be cute, you know? Now stop moving before I stab you with the pin.”

All Asmo had to do was make a few adjustments so his latest assignment actually fit Solomon before making his judgement. If it didn’t fit him just the way he wanted it to, it would look bad if not every little last detail was perfectly in place. Not to mention, the colors looked good on Solomon. Long black jacket that flared down to his knees, with dark blue snakes hiding in the fabric. They were almost invisible until the light hit the sequence just right. Underneath was a white a light grey shirt with golden trim on the collar which bled into dark grey pants. They flared out at the bottom just a bit and also had the same gold trim.  Dark and mysterious, a perfect contrast to his person. The blue of the snakes almost matched the specks of blue in his grey eyes.

“I mean note writing is a little ‘high school’ I guess, but it never happened to me before… So I think it’s kind of cute. Plus it’s very well done, much better than anything any of our old classmates could have pulled off,” Asmo sighed, adjusting the cuff of the slacks. He’d gotten a few more letters since the first, some had even included little gifts. Each one had made him bubble up with joy.

“Have you told any of your brothers?” Solomon asked, looking down at Asmodeus.

“ Hell no . While I’d love to go on and on about it, the others wouldn’t let it go , and you know how protective Luci can be.”

Lucifer had been thrown into a parental role earlier than he should have been (honestly he shouldn’t have had to do it at all), but he’d done a fairly good job from what Asmo remembered. Of course they’d had guardians, but Lucifer always tried his best for all of them. He’s also been fairly protective over all of them. Asmo could still remember how he had reacted with his first break up,or the time a group of guys had ganged up on  Mammon and Levi after school. Neither situation had ended well for their offenders. Nothing really changed much. The only difference now was that Lucifer was a big, fancy, successful lawyer. While Lucifer was smart in his own regards, it also helped that he’d just so happened to make friends with Diavolo during his studies, a man born into money and power. Diavolo adored Asmo’s dear older brother, and wanted to see him succeed in life. Despite Lucifer’s many protests, Diavolo had poured a lot into Lucifer’s law firm and helped him make Morning-Star&Dev ílle the successful and glorious firm it was today. Long story short, people used to be scared of messing with any of the younger Morning-Stars, now they were absolutely terrified .

Asmo stood and walked around Solomon once more. Everything seemed to be marked properly for him to sew later so he brought Solomon over to the mirror. He let out a low whistle.

“I like this one,” Solomon grinned, gently tugging on the long dark jacket, “And Mammon really wouldn’t model this for you?”

“Not without pay no. He doesn’t do ‘free gigs’.”

More like he didn’t have time for them. Mammon was broke every other week. Asmo didn’t really know how he could do it, so he spent most of his time in the studio to make as much as he could. Asmo had tagged along with him to the studio once, mainly so he could talk to some of the designers. However, he would say that Mammon made a pretty good model.

Even so, he liked having Solomon as his model, and he wouldn’t have to redo measurements often. Plus, Solomon looked good in everything he made. It could be because he had a tiny thing for him, or that he was his type, but whatever. He had an attractive model who he also got along with, and that was important.

“You knoooow, you could always come along with me. I’d make you my own personal model, then I could make you clothes all the time,” Asmo hummed, peaking over his shoulder, “Mr. Author and or professor Solomon would always have a snazzy new  suit for every day of the week, or outfit of your choosing. I’m not picky with what I make.”

He caught Solomon’s smirk in the mirror, damn he was attractive . He always got this little twinkle in his eyes whenever he smirked, it was so mischievous. When had he started doing that? When had that shy little boy on the playground become this man before him?

“Perhaps. I’ll think about it.”

Asmodeus hummed for a moment before pulling his bangs back slightly, there it was. That was a nice look. “Oooh you should pull your hair back when you model for my class! Or do it more anyways, that way people can see more of that handsome face of yours!” he said. Or so he could see more of that handsome face of his.

Solomon chuckled and shook his head, pulling Asmodeus’ hand away and brushed his bangs back into place. “I don’t know, I kind of like my hair the way it is. I’ll leave the fancy stuff to you Asmodeus.”

“Pulling your hair back is hardly considered fancy, dear Solomon.”

Something was still missing… Asmo circled Solomon a few more times. What was it? He stared at the breast pocket for just a moment before snapping, “Got it!” Going over to his dresser, he plucked one of the fake flowers from its place. The yellow perennial added a nice splash of color to the outfit and stood out nicely against the dark fabric and matched the golden trim, even if it hadn’t been one of the fully bloomed ones. “Now it’s perfect .”

Solomon adjusted the collar just a bit, eyes fixed on the flower in his pocket. One arm was crossed over his abdomen and the other near his chin, one finger underneath his lip. Slowly he nodded.

Why did he have to be so wonderful ?

Asmo pushed those thoughts away.

“If you think it looks good, I trust you,” Solomon smiled, “After all, you’re the designer here, not me.”

“Good! Now take it off so I can adjust it. I still need to try a few ideas for your face until I’m done with you.”

******

A familiar meow greeted Asmo as he entered the cafe. One of the many residents greeted him happily looking for chin scratches and other affections from him. Few people were here at this hour, and honestly that was for the best. After all, he didn’t want people to overhear his little gossip sessions with Satan. Visiting his brother on break was always fun. He’d get to hear countless stories of odd customers that came in that day and Asmo could tell him about some of the latest gossip on his campus.

“All I’m saying is this, the next kid that pulls one of my cats’ tails is gettin drop kicked out the door,” Satan growled, “I don’t care if he’s six Susan, do your fuckin job as a mom and teach him to not hurt my cats. ”

Asmo nodded along with his brother’s words as one of the tabby’s pressed her head into his palm. “ Children. Surely we weren’t bad when we were that age.”

“Lucifer might beg to differ.”

Asmo flicked the paper wrapper from his straw at him, and Satan snorted, “Well he would .”

“Hush. Luci basically raised us, you know he loves us.”

Satan mumbled a bit and rolled his eyes.

“Anyways,” Asmo continued, “Wanna know my latest thing while there’s no eavesdropping brothers?”

Satan leaned over the table to meet Asmo half way, a smirk on his face. “Any dirt on dear older brother? Or did something happen on campus? Some stupid freshie do dumb shit at the latest frat party?”

That was when Asmodeus hesitated for a moment. Should he tell him? He could always pull something else out to tell him. It wouldn’t be that hard. After all, he knew all of the latest news on campus, he could think of something he hadn’t told Satan yet. No. He could trust Satan. Satan could keep a secret. Even if he couldn’t, Lucifer would be the last person he’d tell. Lucifer was the one he was worried about finding out.  He would worry. He’d think the worst.

Not that he blamed him. Lucifer had heard more than enough horror stories from clients to last him five lifetimes over. He knew what the world could be like.  He had to face it almost every day he walked in. Asmo just preferred to ignore those parts. Worrying too much could cause wrinkles, and that was one thing that Asmo never wanted to happen to him. Besides, they’d all been fine up to this point and they would continue to be fine.

The letters spread across the table and Satan raised a brow. Asmo slowly opened them and even placed some of the tinier gifts on the table. “ Read them ,” he said, “Satan they’re so wonderful . So beautifully written! I’ve been finding them in my things. My bag, my laptop, my textbooks, my desks, my makeup bag- Oh it’s so romantic and secretive .”

Satan opened one of the letters slowly, eyes scanning over the words slowly, processing what this was. Asmo held his breath, eyes trained on his brother. Oh he could wait to hear Satan’s thoughts. Of course talking to Solomon had been fun, but Solomon was more of a listener. Solomon was a good listener. Those beautiful grey eyes trained on him, nodding to let him know he was listening. He also never interrupted, which was nice. He always listened to him, no matter what. And those eyes…

“Well, their penmanship is certainly impressive.”

“ Satan. Is that really all you have to say?” Asmo couldn’t hide the exasperation in his voice, “This is romance . You know, like you have in some of the books you have in that mountain of a bookshelf? And all you can comment on is the handwriting? ”

“Well it is rather exceptional,” Satan shrugged, “And you don’t have a clue who it could be?”

Asmo had fantasies about who it could be, but as far as clues went-

“Nope! Not in the slightest. All I know is that they say such wonderful things, and they sound like they absolutely adore me!” he sighed, “They even used my favorite color for the letter. I can only imagine how sweet they are, or how wonderful they might be.”

“Or they could be a complete psychopath.”

“ Shut up . This is my fantasy and you’re about to be uninvited.”

Concern crossed Satan’s face, and Asmo could already feel himself starting to suppress a groan. “I’m just being rational. It could happen. There’s plenty of weirdos out there who’d do anything to get what they want you know.”

Of course Asmo knew, but that wasn’t the case here. It couldn’t be the case here.

Right?

“You’re starting to sound like Lucifer.”

“Please, don’t insult me like that,” Satan let out a sigh and looked out the window of the cafe, “I don’t want that to be the case. You’ve only been getting these on campus?”

“ Yes. Unfortunately they don’t follow me wherever I go. It’s not like one’s going to magically pop up while we’re sitting here in the cafe. Besides, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself if something does happen. They probably just look at my accounts. It’s not hard to find my favorite color.”

He wasn’t helpless, and he certainly wasn’t stupid. He was allowed to enjoy this.

“Perhaps,” Satan couldn’t shake all  of the concern in his eyes, but he could get rid of most of it, “Although, I may have to have a talk with them if they ever choose to reveal themselves. While they’re writing is good , I’d love to help them work on their  descriptions.”

“Satan.”

“It’s cute in a sense, but there are certainly more romantic things that could be said if that’s what they were going for.”

“ Satan .”

“For example, they could have put more of an emphasis on your eyes-”

Asmo groaned and slumped over onto the table, “Satan I don’t want you giving my precious Secret an entire lesson. Knowing my luck you’ll scare them away.”

He heard Satan chuckle and felt him ruffle his hair. Asmo’s eyes peaked up from his arms so he could glare at his brother, but only for a moment. “You know the rule for partners. They get brought in, we get to embarrass whoever brought them in.”

Asmo grumbled out a quiet “yeah yeah I know ” before sitting back up straight. The future for him and Secret would be unforgiving when it came to his brothers, but he didn’t have to cross that bridge yet. Maybe he’d be able to find a way to save both of them from their cruel fate, or more accurately, maybe Asmo could save himself from the cruel fate of being embarrassed in front of his precious Secret.

“You’re all so cruel. You know that right?” Asmo huffed, “Here I am, searching for the love of my life, and all any of you can think of doing is whipping out old stories or teasing me until I turn red. The nerve of you.”

“Everyone gets the same treatment Asmo.”

“I know, but still,” Asmo smoothed his hair back over and let out a sigh, “Couldn’t you let it slide just this once? Please ? They could be the one.” He put on his best puppy dog eyes and batted his lashes for extra measure. For a few moments. One. Then two. Then-

Satan burst out into laughter, “Nah. Nope. Sorry Asmo. If the rest of us have to suffer so do you. Not to mention all of your partners, in your own words, ‘could have been the one’. I’m starting to think that you say that more than you realize.”

That’s because each time he honestly believed it.

“Oh whatever. In any case, this stays between us okay? No one else knows. Especially not Lucifer.” Asmo’s voice was stern. Satan had to know he wasn’t joking around now. He knew what mode Lucifer would jump into if he figured out what was happening, and Asmo couldn’t have that. He didn’t want Secret to be scared off by him. If Secret truly did care about him like they wrote about, Asmo wanted them to stick around for a while….

Satan nodded, “Asmo, you know me. Anything spoken between our exclusive circle stays between us. Lucifer isn’t going to find out. Not until you want him to anyways.” He refolded the letters and pushed them back towards his brother. It was their little secret.

Asmo smiled and took the letters back carefully. “I have a new one to read tonight. I can tell you what it says tomorrow.”

“Oh? You didn’t bring it with you?”

“I’d like the first read through of a first letter to be reserved for my eyes only.”

It made the moment more intimate that way. It was special. Every new letter he opened felt like a warm embrace from his Secret. He bet their embrace felt even more wonderful than he imagined.

“Now, care to tell me about some more of your horror stories?”

*******

To the keeper of my heart,

Where do I even begin when it comes to you?

Some days I fear that my words may fall short

Or that there will be no words left to describe you properly.

What will I do then?

Perhaps I would have to come out from hiding

Hold you close

Never let you go

And recite all of the wonderful mysteries about you.

I love when you get excited about your passions.

Your eyes sparkle and outshine all of the stars in the sky

Your lips curl up in the most perfect of arcs

You voice lilts and picks up ever so slightly.

I’ve never known a more passionate person than you.

Never let anyone take away the life in your eyes.

Think of Me,

Your Secret

Asmo had read the letter three times over. Each time his eyes scanned over the words his heart skipped a beat. Of course he wasn’t new to compliments, he’d received so many over the years. People stared at him, People wanted him. Sure maybe it was a little narcissistic, but why deny it if he knew it to be true? Despite all of that, people rarely went into detail about what they loved about him. He’d had partners brag about how hot or cute he was, but many had also made him feel self conscious. He still remembered the disappointment that flickered behind an old boyfriend’s eyes the one time he had decided to “dress down” one day when he stayed over. The dismissive tone in his voice… Even though Asmo thought he’d looked cute…

Things like that stick with you.

Would Secret still love him if he dropped below the bar one day?

He didn’t want to find out…

Asmo placed the letter on his nightstand, and curled up under his covers. He certainly did think of Secret every night. He tried to create a picture of them in his head. He imagined their voice, how wonderful their embrace would feel, how absolutely perfect they would be. They truly adored him. How could Asmo not think of them? As he drifted off, his mind once again wadered to Solomon. Even if it wasn’t possible, thinking about it couldn’t hurt. It wasn’t like he was going to actually start falling for his childhood crush again. He was still allowed to think he was cute. Plenty of people were cute, that didn’t mean that he’d fall for every cute person he saw.

Once again, Asmo found himself dreaming of his best friend and his beautiful eyes.

[youarejesting]

Femme: 48

[Masterlist] Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc Rating: Mature themes mentioned but not really explored. Length: 4.1k Announcement: this happened and I don’t know how or if I can explain it. enjoy or don’t haha. Beta: @lpayne612

Warnings: shibari (sexy time ropes: the art of rope tying and knots), Kinbaku-bi (literally means "the beauty of tight binding." Kinbaku is a Japanese style of bondage or BDSM which involves tying a person up using simple yet visually intricate patterns, usually with several pieces of thin rope.) Sex toys, vouyerism exhibitionism, auralism (sexual sounds), A LOT OF oral male receiving, orgasm denial, slight degradation (use of the word slut), Dity talk. Basically if you have an oral fetish this is the chapter for you.

Before you went to bed every night you made sure each of your children had uniforms, lunch boxes, and water bottles, Namjoon helped with their homework and reading and Jimin and Taehyung ran bath time as usual. 

The next morning Hoseok made the wake-up call and Seokjin began making breakfast. Everyone was dressed for school and work, Jimin, as always, had already left to open the bakery. Hoseok made sure to kiss and wave goodbye to the children before he left. 

Jungkook and Seokjin walked the kids to school and kissed them on the head before sending them away. With all the older children at school and kindergarten, you had time to work with Yubi. 

“Yubi, come for a little walk baby,” you called your daughter who was watching a baby einstein after breakfast. Yoongi had dressed her this morning and put her in her leg braces. She stood up - her legs strapped in her pastel pink braces with cute flowers, and you took her small hand in yours. Slowly the two of you strolled around the living room twice taking your time before sitting back down on the map and playing with flashcards.

At ten, you headed over to the Frozen Spoon and began checking everything was working fine; Eric was happily working. His time in University in both business and culinary studies lead him to be a really formidable manager, but you hadn’t told him yet.

You were going to send him to the other store as the new manager, as Hanju had been managing the store while you looked for and trained a proper manager. It was a long day and after you shut the shop you had a video call with Hanju discussing these options while Yubi was playing with Hyuna and Dawn. From your desk in the office, you could see them playing together while cleaning up.

“Can we have one of our own?” Dawn asked and Hyuna flushed pink looking shocked.

“I uh…” Eric and Dawn laughed at Hyuna’s inability to make a coherent response.

“You two would make cute babies,” Eric laughed

“Mister Nam, can I speak with you?” You called from the office

“Oooh someone's in trouble” Dawn grinned patting Eric on the shoulder and turning back to play with Yubi and tease Hyuna. Eric came to the room and you smiled as he sat down, he looked confused but not nervous which made you feel good. You had never wanted to be a scary boss.

“Eric I was wondering how you think you are doing at work?” you asked, trying not to smile in favor of acting seriously.

“Um, I think I am doing well, have I done something wrong?” He was really struggling to understand what you were asking.

“I don’t think you should work at the Frozen spoon anymore,” you said and his face dropped.

“Noona, did I do something wrong, is everything okay?” he said a little upset

“I want you to manage the Frozen spoon instead, what do you say, manager?” You showed him the badge and he looked at you shocked. “The only problem is it won’t be this store. It will be the second store - I have been training you and I think it is time for you to take  it over.”

“That will be perfectly fine, it is closer to home,” he said, “I’m nervous”

“It’s just the other side of town if you ever need anything just call and I will be there okay?” He seemed so excited and you handed him a bunch of things to read, “You take a bit to think it over but the offer is still there and Hanju will work beside you for a while.”

“Thank you so much,” he said as the bell to the store rang.

“Hello is my beautiful wife here?” A familiar voice rang. “Yubi my sweet baby angel where is your mummy?”

You looked up to see Namjoon scoop up his daughter and Hyuna gestured to the office with a smile, “She’s in the office talking to Eric”

“I got you and my two other baby girls a special gift you can’t tell the boys,” he handed over a small little bangle that she tried to put into her mouth and he laughed scooping it up. “This one says Yubi and I got one that says Jae Eun and Mirae, my three darling daughters”

Namjoon’s figure was cut off by his father stepping into the doorway and knocking, “Is everything okay, My Eric hasn’t done anything bad has he?”

“No, he has just been promoted, that is if he decides to take it.” You smiled.

“My son, I am so proud!”

“Two successful sons dad you’re going to be full of yourself.” Namjoon smiled standing in the doorway Yubi on his hip.

“Come on my love, little brother we have to head home quickly,” Namjoon said and you noticed Eric beam at being called part of the family by Namjoon, he had a huge amount of respect for the detective and he could never get used to it.

“What’s happening, what aren’t you telling me?” You asked Namjoon incredulously, your husband smiled teasingly 

“What’s your badge number?” Namjoon scoffed at your attempt of interrogation, his deflecting only made you want to know more. He was hiding something and you were going to find out what.

You stepped outside to see your family van with all your children inside and Namjoon smiled, “Dad is giving us all the night off”

“Yubi,” you said alarmed, “she is too young and her injections and--”

“She will be the only one staying with us baby, don’t worry the older children are going to have fun,” Namjoon said, buckling Yubi into the sedan and swapping keys with his father.

You climbed into the back of the van and kissed all your children on the head and told them they could call you at any time. You smiled and were taken home. Sure you had had a few incidences where one or two would visit family and on a few anniversaries you were completely childfree, but it had been so long since you were so alone.

The idea of returning to a quiet home made your tears spill over. It was scary and you weren’t ready to think about them not being there where you could see them. 

Namjoon pulled up in the driveway and turned his big grin falling. “Y/n no what’s wrong?”

“I miss my babies,” you cried and he laughed pulling you from the car and taking Yubi and you saw the place was all romantic because of candles and flowers. 

“Jagiya- surprise?” Hoseok was quick to spot you with a smile. 

“Yeobo what’s wrong?” Jungkook knew immediately you weren’t right. 

“She misses the children,” Namjoon said handing Yubi to her father. 

“Dada!” she giggled snuggling with him

“Darling, Yoongi and Jimin have something prepared for you to wear for dinner, they’re in the bedroom” you walked in and the two grinned. 

“Kitten come here” Yoongi waved you over and you obeyed his instructions quickly. 

Yoongi undressed you while grinning off to the side “Have you made your decision?” 

Following his gaze, you saw Jimin standing by in the cupboard holding red and blue cords. He called back, not taking his eyes away from the cords. “The blue will compliment but the red is sexy”

“I still think the white,” Yoongi shrugged, “she would look innocent”

“It’s cliché,” Jimin sighed looking back at the two of you pausing to let his eyes roam over your naked form. You shivered and it wasn’t from your lack of clothes. 

“So is red?” Yoongi snapped, “hurry up and choose.”

“Fine blue it is my princess are you ready” he walked out and you got a clear view, they weren’t cords, it was, in fact, Jute rope. It looked so shiny, a brilliant royal blue you held out your hand curious and Jimin happily placed the coiled ropes into your palm. The silky feel of the thick rope made you feel warm, imagining how it would feel against your bare skin. You looked between the two with wide eyes. 

“Ah, our innocent kitten looks hopeful” Yoongi smirked “spread your legs Kitten, let Jiminie work his magic” 

You did as you were told and Jimin turned you to face him with a smile. “You have been crying princess”

He looped the rope over the back of your neck and began wrapping you in the ropes tying fancy knots quickly. All the while Yoongi was braiding your hair, he was quite good at it too, having to braid some of the girls’ hair for school. Jimin squatted down and grinned up at you as he began to fasten a knot, “How good have you been princess?”

“How good do you want me to be?” You challenged him right back and felt a bite on your left ass cheek. 

“Wrong answer sweetheart,’ Jimin said tying a thick knot between your legs. “The best part is you aren’t allowed to come unless we say so.” Yoongi grinned, eyeing the masterpiece Jimin was creating.

“That won’t be hard” you flashed a smirk and Yoongi looked up at Jimin while squeezing your ass. “Go all out Jiminie, arms and legs too.” Jimin’s eyes lit up and he told you to lay on the bed on your side. He began securing your calf to your thigh which left you sitting on your heels. The next rope was attached and twisted making a small diamond shaped window between your shoulder blades, before Jimin secured your hands behind your back.

“Woah this is a lot.” You admitted the restriction of movement brought with it a twinge of fear and adrenaline which brought a sense of exhilaration. The two men turned at your confession, Jimin and Yoongi both leaned over you. “No don’t worry, I trust you, it's just different not being able to move.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Yoongi asked, “What’s our safe word?”

“Bangtan,” you breathed feeling warm all of a sudden - the idea of being tied up coupled with their concern had you feeling love and lust. You clicked your fingers with a grin clarifying you could also tell them to stop non verbally, then you closed one eye and looked at them, “and those are the nonverbal safe queues” 

“And are you still sure you’re fine?” Jimin pressed trying to confirm you were completely okay with what was going to happen. You confirmed once more and Yoongi grinned helping you back onto your side facing away from him. “We’re going to use a toy, is that okay?”

“Of course, you know I love toys,” you smiled, as you felt something well-lubed press into your pussy. It wasn’t very big, but it curled forward against your G spot promising you pleasure. You were a little shocked when in place you could feel it externally. It hooked around to the front pressing against your clit so there would definitely be stimulation internally and externally. 

There was a knock at the door and Jungkook ducked his head inside to catch a glimpse, his mouth falling open at the sight of you all tied up and legs folded and spread apart. “Uh… Yubi has been fed, bathed, and is asleep now. Jin told me to tell you dinner is ready.”

“Come on sweetheart you must be hungry,” Yoongi said, “Jungkookie, carry her to the table”

You were lifted and carried to the table in Jungkook’s arms, you heard a few moans.

“Ssibal” Hoseok swore as you were placed not at your normal seat at the table, but on the table itself.

You looked at Seokjin who had been setting the table but had frozen, mouth hanging open. Like a fire creeping up from your decolletage to your face colouring the entirety of your neck. “Hey, you come here often?” you joked and he laughed leaning on the table to give you a quick kiss before striding off to get the wine. Giggling at the way he adjusted his pants along the way.

“You look stunning.” Taehyung started to take pictures of you, and the boys sat at the table. They each took their seats and Yoongi held up the remote. 

“You’re not allowed to cum my kitten,” he said, turning the switch on the remote and pressing the small plus button. A low vibration began inside you as a strange sweeping motion rolled up and down your clit.

“How does that feel?” Jimin questioned the look on your face, you didn't look happy.

“It’s sad compared to you boys.” It was frustrating, you wanted more.

Having picked up on your squirming Namjoon smirked, “Seems to be working, though.” 

During dinner the control had been passed around, you had almost reached your climax three times. However just as you were ready to let go, the device was turned back down. After the boys ate they began their fun, and they moved you to the living room. 

There was another confirmation for your desires to continue. Taehyung played some slow jazz with a sporadic, heavy base knowing you loved to feel the music vibrate through your body. 

Seokjin was first, he unbuckled his pants and removed himself from his underwear. Hand shaking as he stroked himself a few times. Placing his palms on your cheeks, his fingers pressing firmly in your hair. 

You opened your mouth in anticipation to feel his heavy cock on your tongue. Swirling your tongue around the head of his cock as he pressed into your hot mouth. Biting his plush bottom lip as he held you still. Seokjin made the first move bobbing your head manually while he thrust shallowly into your mouth.

You sucked hard hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue when you could. He felt you moving forward and you were smiling up at him pushing yourself as best as you could forward to take more of his dick. 

His mouth fell open as he felt himself slide further to the back of your throat. He came with a high pitched moan holding you firm your eyes tearing up as his legs and hands shook.

Yoongi handed the remote to Jungkook with specific instructions. He stepped forward, his dick pulsing against his stomach, you smiled, opening your mouth, setting his pace slow and steady building up with deep moans. He didn't go too far, just enjoyed how you suckled him, the way your lips and tongue brushed against the ridge of his dick. 

He almost came, removing himself from you and taking a few deep breaths panting, “Namjoon you can go next.”

Namjoon had your jaw stretched particularly wide to accommodate his thick cock. Setting the pace pretty fast, he had stamina. He rolled his hips forward cock diving down your throat with a suction sound. Tears began rolling down your cheeks as he held the back of your head to hold you steady while he powered through. 

He came continuing to thrust. As he pulled back, your mouth flooded with his white-hot cum but as he pressed back in, it spilled out of the corners of your mouth. 

Yoongi stepped forward again pressing inside your hot mouth letting you suckle on the head of his cock once more. He rolled his hips and brought himself back to the edge before stepping back the wet pop of his dick coming free from your mouth made your moan. 

Hoseok sauntered forward to the music and grinned leaning forward and licking the tear stains on your cheeks. He took the remote from Taehyung and Jungkook who were timing everything perfectly and he switched it off letting the buzzing between your legs stop. 

He grabbed your chin, his face deadly serious, “If you come jagiya, you will be punished do you understand?” his stern voice left no room for joking. 

“Yes sir?” Your throat felt a little dry when you swallowed, Jimin must have noticed helping you to have a drink before stepping away. 

“You're going to take everything I give you,” Hoseok’s breath hitched as he ran his thumb over the tip collecting the pre-cum that had formed into a bead. He pressed said thumb passed your lips letting you taste him, he was the perfect mix of salty and sweet. Hooking his thumb until it pressed against your cheek and like a fish being caught on a hook, he pulled you forward. Hoseok’s hand was gripping the base of his member before working his hand up and down the shaft. “Aren’t you jagiya?”

You smiled up at him with innocent eyes and mouth open making him laugh knowingly, his fingers wrapping around your hair. He brought his hips closer to you brushing past the threshold that was your lips and slowly plunged himself down your throat. You moaned when he threw his head back and grunted, jaw locked in place.

“Taking my cock like a little slut aren’t we? You can’t come.” Speeding up his hips growling. He turned on the toy once more and increased the speed, muscles in the depth of your stomach jolting and you were holding back an orgasm with pure will. 

Tears were falling down your cheeks at the heavy tight pull in your stomach that was begging for release. He grinned catching your tears and licking them off his fingertip. “You look so pathetic”

For someone like Hoseok who was usually quite loud, was obscenely vocal, especially right before he came when he let out a particularly loud moan.

Yoongi stepped forward and continued his slow torturous stimulation thankfully dropping the speed on the toy. He held your head in place and began to thrust his hips inside your mouth. He enjoyed the sight of his cock slowly entering it - if he leaned to the side a fraction he could get the perfect view of your throat swelling ever so slightly as his length nestled in the depths of your throat. 

You tried not to choke on his length, but all too soon he pulled away again leaving you whining as you wanted to help him finish.

Jimin stepped forward, his thick muscular thighs were a real treat to look at, your brows furrowed in frustration from not being able to touch them and feel the way the muscles moved so powerfully. 

You took the tip in your mouth, lightly sucking, looking him in the eyes. You ran your tongue slowly across the top and then circled the rosy head of his cock. Jimin was a very caring guy, you knew how he liked to treat you first. But sometimes he would be selfish. Over your years together you learned how to bring out his inner freak, let him control the situation. Teasing him and denying him is one of the sure-fire ways to get him to snap and take what he wants.

He slowly pressed his hips forward and waited for you to reciprocate, he liked to know you wanted this as much as he did. But when you held him completely still in your mouth with upturned mischievous eyes, he tried to coax you into something before smirking. “You won’t get away with being lazy, princess, you are still our little slut.”

He took control bucking in your mouth the first thrust almost made you gag on impact with the back of your throat. He didn’t slow his hips; he was chasing his climax with a passion and his aching moans were making it hard for you to hold yours back. Jimin got closer and closer to his orgasm, but he pulled out unexpectedly leaving you shocked, his hand grasping his engorged member. 

“Open your mouth,” he groaned. You were still processing his actions when he all but shouted, “I said open your fucking mouth!” 

He held your chin and you let him pry your jaw open, he was getting frustrated by the mirth in your eyes. “Stick your tongue out and don’t swallow until I tell you to, do you understand? A slut should be filled with cum and I want to see it,” he was furiously pumping himself in his hand, ��fuck I want to see it. Want to fucking fill that pretty mouth up.”

He came hard shooting white-hot ropes of cum into your mouth, while he groaned loudly at the pure ecstasy of his orgasm mixed with the relief of a hard workout. “Show me,” he commanded and you opened your mouth and he grinned. 

“Swallow it all princess, we can’t let a princess go hungry.” You followed his instruction swallowing, the sound audible for the whole room and you grinned up at him licking your lips.

Yoongi had once told you that when he was inside of you he felt safe, like he was in control and nothing could go wrong. So it was no wonder he always prolonged finishing, as long as he was buried in you somehow his anxieties and fears would melt away. He would ride his high so close to the edge and then wind down slowly feeling the high ebb away and when it dulled too much he would come back for more.

At least this is what you understood of it all, you could only understand what he was able to tell you but there were so many underlying elements that contributed to the way he established these preferences.

This was him building and taking control of everything he couldn’t. He would take all those feelings of when he felt helpless perhaps with a client or anything and when he was ready to come he would let go of all the control he would build. And like a dam bursting, and he came hard, his body shaking without his permission. 

A full surrender of himself to you, it was an unspoken bond at the depths of your marriage and relationship in the depths of your love. He trusted you at that moment with his life enough to close his eyes, let his guard down and feel one of life's greatest pleasures.

Taehyung was next. He didn’t waste time, tapping his hard dick against your cheek and lips before you let him enter your mouth. Like with Namjoon you felt your jaw stretch almost uncomfortably wide, he had no shame in his enjoyment; his moans and grunts were almost instant.

He loved watching. He was a visual guy and so seeing you with all his hyungs before him meant he was ready to burst. So when he began his maddening pace, he was quick to double over you pressing your head down onto him, your nose pressed to his pubic bone. You gagged, tears running down your cheeks as he growled, cumming deep inside you.

Jungkook stood off to the side shaking, his hands covering his front just like the first time you two had been intimate, he was an ode to the younger Jungkook you had met. You almost cooed at how boyish he looked. With his red ears and embarrassment tears in his eyes. 

“Jungkook it’s your go?”

“Hey what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked

Jimin looked at him and grinned seeing the glistening spot on his stomach. “Jungkook, did you come already?”

He started crying from embarrassment, a true glimpse of the young adult Jungkook who was just setting foot into the world on his own. They all cooed and coddled him, and for a second you laughed at the sheer absurdity of being naked tied up in the middle of the living room sticky all atop your favourite rug

“What about me?” They all broke out into laughter as they handed Jungkook the remote and told him to have fun. The moment they said you could orgasm your body was shaking so much you fell, still tied up onto the rug pleasure pulsing like a signal beaming from your core out to each limb.

You were exhausted and Seokjin brought you some painkillers and an ice pack to numb your aching jaw. “We got carried away and we’re sorry,” they said cuddling with you. 

“It was good stress relief though I will admit, it definitely took my mind off of everything,” it filled you with happiness to have them care for you so intently, “and it was nice after all my hard work to be rewarded”

You were laying in bed the next morning, a powerful yawn brought with it tender pains in your jaw and memories of the night before. The boys were all gone from the bed and rightfully so it was lunchtime, you heard squealing and followed the sounds to see your children had all returned and were in the backyard splashing in a tiny kiddy pool. 

Life couldn’t be any better than this. 

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Not Related

Pairing: Cerim x Lizzy

Summary: It wasn’t uncommon for the young couple to often be mistaken for being siblings or related in someway on a daily basis, but there comes a time when enough is enough.

I was in the middle of doing a lecture when I noticed that it was going to be ending soon so I turned towards the students. “Does anyone have any questions,” I asked the students to see if anyone didn’t understand something I had covered during the lecture. It seemed that no one raised their hands which I smiled feeling proud that my lecture was easy to follow. And with that the bell rang signaling that class was dismissed and it was time for lunch. “Alright class please remember to have your homework done for next time we meet as we will be practicing what we went over today,” I told them while watching the students slowly start to filter out of the room.

“That was a good lecture,” I heard my familiar say as I looked over to Rufus and smiled happily while I started to pack my stuff up. “Thank you! I thought so as well,” I said in return, giving him a pet on the head. “Um excuse me prefect Lizzy,” I heard a voice say in which I looked over to see one of my students who had three others standing behind the female student. “Yes, how can I help you,” I asked curiously, closing my bag and setting it on the podium. “It isn’t class related, but we couldn’t help but realize that you look a lot like the boy Cerim Leiado and we were wondering if you were related to him,” the student asked her query thus causing me to be shocked for a moment before being unable to help but giggle.

“Oh no no we’re not related in any way, but he is my boyfriend,” I said, answering the question with a smile as I felt that familiar skipping beat of my heart when mentioning the word boyfriend. The students seemed shocked and quickly apologized though I ensured them it was perfectly fine. “You aren’t the first ones to ask, I hope you all have a good day,” I said, wishing my students a good rest of their day. Finally being able to head out I walked the halls with Rufus right by my side. In the short distance I saw the familiar hair of pale blue hair that belonged to my boyfriend. A smile growing on my face I started to make my way over to him as I called out his name to get his attention which oddly he didn’t seem to hear me. He was looking out the window as he didn’t seem to be in a good mood I noticed when I got closer.

“Hey Cerim are you alright,” I asked once by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder which seemed to snap him out of whatever thoughts he was lost in. “Oh hello, my apologies for not hearing you… It’s been a long morning so far,” he answered when turning to me giving a small tired smile before feeling him kiss my forehead. Smiling, I give his cheek a small kiss in return before taking his hand in mine. “I’m sorry to hear; how about we talk about your morning while we walk to our spot,” I suggested as it was rare to see him as such. “Sounds good, let us be on our way princess,” he replied with a nod and with that we started walking down the hallway to head outside.

Walking past the courtyard away from the countless amounts of students I heard Cerim let out a small sigh. “It happened again,” he started and I knew right away what he was talking about in which I gave his hand a light squeeze continuing to listen. “The most frustrating part is when guys just assume I’m your brother and start asking if you’re single or what kind of things you like. You’d think with the amount of times either of us have clarified that we’re not related we wouldn’t have to repeat ourselves,” he ranted letting out a huff at the end. “I know and it is a pain, but people stop asking at some point. We also have great friends who help us out and correct people,” I said as it did help out a lot and I was grateful for their backup. I smiled when I heard him let out a chuckle along with nodding his head in agreement. 

“You’re right, though maybe I should just shout loudly how much I love you for the world to hear me,” he suddenly said with a smirk, looking at me with his sky blue eyes causing my heart to beat against my chest while my face felt hotter. “Staaahp,” I whined with a small laugh, of course it made me over the moon happy to hear him say that, but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Feeling his arms wrap around me pulling me closer he was chuckling more feeling him kiss my cheek. “You’re so cute; I love you princess,” he whispered lovingly, which of course I wrapped my arms around him to hug him. “And I love you too, my prince charming,” I replied in return enjoying the peaceful moment. 

“You flaming mutt get off of me,” I heard Ronny's distinct squeaky voice shouting in the short distance ahead of us shouting at Rufus.

“But I love you brother!”

“For the last time I’m not your brother! Now get off so I can go find my acorns!” 

~~~~~

A few days have gone by as it’s been a little while since I’ve seen Lizzy due to her being busy with prefect duties and apparently a new case came up. Though I was going about my day in a good mood since when classes were all done I’d get to see her since she was going to have some free time; which like any good boyfriend would do I took it upon myself to make one of her favorites meals for her to eat. “Hopefully she’s been taking care of herself,” I wondered to myself as knowing her she’ll be running off of: a few hours of sleep, mozzarella sticks, and an absurd amount of coffee. “How come you never make me nice meals,” I heard Ronny ask from my shoulder as I walked through the halls making my way to the prefect’s office to find Lizzy.

“Because I already spoil you enough with more acorns than you should eat in a day,” I answered bluntly. Hearing his huff and mumbling it was clear that I seemed to prove my point. The more I got closer to reaching my destination the more voices I started to hear as I could only wonder what was going on. “Ohhh maybe a fight broke out,” Ronny said in an excited manner, rolling my eyes I highly doubted that was the case. “We love you,” I heard countless guys shouting as I saw a crowd gathered in the middle of the hallway, of course fanboys were blocking the way “I really do appreciate the flowers and stuff but I really can’t accept any of this, if you’d all please pardon me I really have someplace to be,” I heard Lizzy’s voice which I started to push my way through. “Is there a problem here,” I asked once I finally broke through and finally seeing the beautiful girl I get to call my girlfriend and when our eyes met I saw how her face lit up in joy for a moment; that was until a bunch of the other guys started complaining or groaning. “Alright listen up before any of y'all say anything else,” I heard her speak as she sounded tired but done with everything. 

“Oooh she's angry,” I heard Ronny whisper as I just silently nodded in agreement. “I am HAPPILY taken; Cerim, right here is my boyfriend: not my brother, not my cousin, nothing,” she assertively announced while linking her arm around mine and her other hand on the same arm making that all too familiar feeling of happiness swell up inside me. “The only way that my name would ever be Lizzy Lazuli Leiado is the day I marry him. Now if you’d all please excuse us I’m in need of a nap,” I heard her declare the first part as I felt my heart skip a beat at the mention of us getting married one day along now even feeling my own cheeks growing hot. 

Unable to help myself, I smirked a bit at the fanboys before following Lizzy as she softly pulled me along. “Sorry about all that, I really didn’t mean to get caught up in all of that,” she started to say before a tired sigh came out. Shaking my head softly I unlinked our arms and wrapped it around her shoulders to have her closer to me as we walked. “Don’t apologize, I’m just glad that now maybe they’ll get it through their heads; these past few days must have been rough huh,” I replied, giving her a small squeeze as she was just too cute like this. 

“Don’t tease me, I ran out of coffee yesterday.”

“How much coffee did you even drink??”

“I lost count after twenty…”

“Twenty cups?!”

“...No twenty pots,” she sheepishly said as I looked at her in shock as I’m more surprised she hasn’t fallen asleep yet but instead of lecturing her I shook my head and kissed her forehead. “Oh princess you really can be reckless haha, but I’ll always be here to save you,” I said as we both stopped walking for a moment. “Haha what can I say; I prefect’s job is never done,” she responded with a beautiful bright smile and her shoulders raised. While admiring her I couldn’t help but imagine our wedding day; leaning down a bit to rest my forehead against hers I watched as her face slowly grew pink. “I can’t wait til the day I get to marry you,” I softly said to her before I pressed my lips against her soft ones, I certainly missed her kisses. “Gahhh alright already enough with your kissy kissy faces blah,” I heard Ronny complain; for a moment I forgot he was with me. Pulling away from the kiss I softly rolled my eyes as of course leave it to him to ruin our moment. Starting to walk again to go relax at the north valley I remember I wanted to bring up her middle name.

“You didn’t tell me you had a middle name.”

“Haha well you never asked my prince.”

“Touche, touche- wait… Does that mean your name is short for something else?!”

“You’re so cute hehe.”

“What’s your full name?”

“I’ll tell you on our wedding day,” she said with a small smirk, for someone who was tired she seemed to still somehow had enough energy to be a tease, it just made me determined to find out one of these days. Though out of all of those other days, the most important will be the day I get to finally call her Mrs. Leiado.

[jising-jisang-jisung]

The First Date - PJS

Genre: floof

Requested by anon!! tysm <3

Word Count: 1.2k ish

A/N: i think this is cute and i hope you guys do too :)) also my requests are ALWAYS open and i love writing for them since i can never think of good stuff lol

You had been classmates with Jisung since as long as you could remember; not quite classified as friends, but you were friendly enough towards each other. You would exchange smiles or waves in passing. Or send each other memes. And always wish each other luck whenever a big exam came up in your mutual classes. But other than that, you two were part of different groups, different worlds. Due to this, it came as surprise when Jisung stood in front of your locker, a single flower in hand.

"Y/n? Would-" he paused, stuttering, "would y-you like t-to go on- nevermind..." he trailed off. You watched as his face fell and shoulders sank in defeat.

"To what?" you smiled, brightly, hoping to encourage him.

"To go on a date? You don't have to of course!" He interjected to quick for you to respond.

"I would love to, Jisung," you spoke softly, taking the flower from his hands. "When and where?"

A deep blush spread across the boy's nose and cheeks. "Honestly, I didn't think I'd get this far. Umm, where is your favorite place to eat?"

"There's a nice bakery downtown. They have good donuts!" you suggested.

"Sounds great! How does tomorrow, after school sound?"

"Perfect. I can't wait."

~

That night, you lied in bed, unable to sleep. You had always been nice to Jisung, but did he like you? Like, like you? I mean, he was cute and sweet and adorable, but, oh goodness- do you like him?

To help put your mind at ease, you texted your friend, Donghyuck.

Y/n: hyuckie (ʘᴗʘ✿) jisung asked me out and now I'm all confused

Ducky: finally! everyone has been waiting for you two to get together

Y/n: hey! I'm freaking out here, a little help?!

Ducky: do you not like him?

Y/n: idk.. ugh

Ducky: hmm? I thought you did. so did mark, hes reading over my shoulder

Y/n: tell mark to mind his business. ugh you're no help

You decided to just turn your phone off and stare at the ceiling until you finally drifted into slumber. Unfortunately, or fortunately (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ you dreamt of Jisung. During your dream he was like a handsome prince, but still as timid as always. He dared enough to hold your hand, but it was you who leaned in to kiss him. Just as your lips were about to touch, the loud scream of your alarm deprived you of such imagines. This new feeling towards Jisung only fueled your uneasiness.

~

"Hi!" Jisung greeted you, during one of your shared classes.

"Oh, uh, hey," you replied, obviously nervous.

"Are you okay?" He asked as you avoided eye contact, choosing to fiddle with the hem of your shirt.

You let out an unconvincing, "yeah."

"If you really don't want to go today, you don't have to," the boy said, placing a hand on yours to put you at ease.

Your eyes widened at the sudden contact and Jisung retracted his hand. "No!" You abruptly called out, "It's not that. I still want to go, I'm just a little nervous is all," you clarified, finally looking him in the eyes. Jisung looked at you with a hopeful glint, nodding at your words.

"Y/n! Jisung! Do I need to move you two?" Your teacher called out.

"No, ma'am."

"Then do your work."

The rest of your interaction would have to wait until after school.

~

Jisung met you by your locker almost as soon as you got there. "Hey," he chimed, his face adorned with a mousy grin.

"Hi," you beamed back. "The bakery is just right down the road. We could walk if you want."

"Yeah, sounds good," the boy replied, seemingly more nervous than you were previously.

You led the way down the path as Jisung walked juxtaposed to you. Your hand accidentally brushed past his and you both pulled back, and immediately stop walking.

"Sorry," you breathe out, as it truly was just an accident.

"I don't mind," Jisung announced, with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh. Then," you grabbed his hand, "is this okay?"

He intertwined your fingers, looking back at you, "of course."

The brief walk was over much too soon for your liking as you arrived outside the nice shop. You ordered first, making sure Jisung knew the specialties and what was good, before he ordered.

You sat opposite him in a booth towards the emptier, back of the bakery. You both sat in silence, enjoying the sweets. After they were gone, it was uncomforting. The white noise of the vents was driving you insane.

"Jisu-" "y/n-" you both began at the same time.

"You go," he encouraged.

"I like you, Jisung," you admitted. Though you weren't sure if you were telling him or yourself.

"You do?" His eyebrows raised and cheeks tinted crimson. "I like you, y/n."

After that, the silence returned. This time, there was no tension, no awkwardness. You were simply enjoying each other's company and occasionally caught each other staring.

"Do you want a hot cocoa? I'm gonna go get one," he offered.

"You don't have to buy me one," you tried to convince him, but he insisted. Moments later, he returned with two cups filled with the warm beverage. The thank you was barely audible, but Jisung uttered a brief "you're very welcome" so you know he heard you.

You took a sip, letting the heat radiate onto your face. "Y/n, you have a little-" he gestured to your lips. You quickly wiped the liquid off, slightly embarrassed at your childishness. "Wait, no. Drink it again," Jisung ordered.

You followed directions and repeated your actions, but when you lifted your eyes, Jisung was much closer. "Don't worry, I'll get it," he whispered as he cupped your face with his large hands. Contrary to your dream, he's the one who leaned in and kissed you. Your eyes stayed open in shock as his lips lightly dusted over yours.

You reacted too late and didn't kiss him back before he pulled away. "Wait, no. Comeback." You tugged on his shoulders, pulling him back in to kiss him properly. When you both were done, and leaned away, the smiled plastered onto your faces seemed permanent. "Okay now you can go back to what you were doing," you told him.

As you both packed up, ready to head out, Jisung offered to walk you home. "Only if it means you'll hold my hand again," you teased.

"What do you mean? You're the one who kept brushing against my hand."

"Hey! That was an accident," you defended. Jisung just scoffed and looked away.

"Hmm. Then I won't hold your hand."

"Please, Jisungie," you said cutely. As much as he tried to look away and hide it, you could easily see the rosy color fester across the back of his neck. "Oooh. You're blushing."

"Am not," he retorted before grabbing your hand and stomping off.

~

"Hey, y/n?" He started when you got to your house.

"Yes, Jisungie," you couldn't escape the smile that kept its way onto your mouth when you used that name

"Be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly wincing at his discomfiture.

"How could I say no?" You raised up on your tip toes and placed an audible peck on your boyfriend's cheek. "I'll see you at school tomorrow, boyfriend," you emphasized.

Before you headed inside, Jisung snatched your wrist. As he turned you around, you were met once again with his lips cozily placed on yours. Everything felt exactly the way it should.

[omgrachwrites]

Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, teeny bit of angst

Words: 2072

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! I love you all! xxx

Part Eight - Daisy Buchanan

Ava smiled at Bucky as she helped him to clear away the plates, Bucky’s asshole of a dad, and his bitchy girlfriend had left without so much as on offer to help clean up. Harry was fast asleep in bed – after being lulled to sleep by the adventures of Peter and Wendy – and Ava couldn’t leave Bucky to clear up on his own. He smiled right back, his eyes lighting up as he loaded the dishwasher and he offered Ava a glass of red wine. She thanked him with a smirk and regarded him, swilling around the wine in the glass before she helped Bucky clean down the counter tops.

“You didn’t have to do that Ava,” Bucky grinned bashfully, “but thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

Ava shrugged with a grin, “I don’t mind, besides I can’t let you clean up all alone can I?”

“I wasn’t just talking about that, I was talking about the way you handled things with my dad, I think that you even impressed him,” he chuckled, “that’s a feat I’ve never managed to accomplish.”

Ava smiled, maybe she shouldn’t have said that she was Bucky’s girlfriend, it was a bit out of line for her to do so. But, she couldn’t leave Bucky to be bullied by his own father, “it’s really no problem, I would have only been doing homework, and no offense, but your homework isn’t exactly riveting,” she giggled, “your dad has got no reason to be disappointed in you, you’re a wonderful guy, despite what I’ve said in the past. I didn’t mean it.”

She grinned as Bucky flushed, he was so beautiful when he did that, Ava’s phone vibrated and she smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “my cab’s here. I should go.”

Bucky chewed his lip and gently touched her wrist, “are you going to the firework festival in a few days?” he asked nervously, continuing when Ava nodded, “can I see you there?”

“Why?” she asked warily, narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t imagine why he would want to see her.

Bucky sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, “look, I know that we had an agreement that we weren’t going to talk about what happened between us in Greece and I know that it’s only been a couple of months but I think there’s more to us than just teacher and student. Don’t you?”

Ava sighed, they had had that agreement for a reason, Ava didn’t think that she could open her heart to him, at least not yet and she didn’t really want to talk about this right now, not like this, “you’ll see me if you’re lucky,” she teased as she kissed his cheek and hightailed it out of his apartment, she didn’t want her taxi to drive off.

As she sat in the back of the taxi she rested her head against the cold glass of the window as she watched New York City race past the window like a blur. It really was such a beautiful city. She smiled happily as she wondered if Bucky had meant what he said. She didn’t want to risk her college career if they weren’t discreet about the situation.

Ava imagined that it would be easy to be with him, he was kind, funny and he had the face of an angel. She had to weigh up the pros and cons though she imagined that the pros probably outweighed the cons.

That night she had trouble sleeping, partly because she was still worried about what Bucky had said and partly because Loki had some girl over and they had been going at it for a while now. She was going to kill him, the walls were thin. Though, she was glad that he was happy. Wanda had also met a cute girl on Halloween night, it seemed like everyone was falling in love at the moment.

The next morning Loki had made her chocolate and cinnamon pancakes, they were her favourites, and it was obvious that he knew that he had kept her up for the better part of the night. When Ava told him that he should invite his new friend to the firework festival he blushed and immediately started stuttering, it made her giggle.

The day of the festival arrived on a sunny but cold day, Ava loved this time of year where you could sit in front of the fire with a mug of hot cocoa.

“So are you guys coming to the annual party tonight? Pepper wanted to carry on the tradition to honour my dad. It’s Gatsby themed this year.”

MJ smiled at her as she linked her arm through Ava’s and she rested her head on Ava’s shoulder, “we wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Ava smiled at her friends and she bought them all hot cocoa – adult ones though, they had Irish whiskey in them – Ava giggled as she drank the strong hot drink which warmed her from the inside. They strolled past the frozen pond which was being used as an ice skating rink and that was where she saw Bucky and Harry.

“Ava!” Harry shouted and ran over to her, hugging her around the waist, Ava giggled as she ruffled his hair, he was so adorable.

“Hey you are you having a good time?” she smiled and he nodded with a delighted smile, he was looking really well.

“Yes, I love it here!”

“Good, I’m glad, I’ll see you later, okay?” Ava smiled before looking at Bucky who had a dimpled grin on his face. She walked past Bucky, slowly dragging her fingers against his, ignoring her friends who were smirking at her. Ava pulled a face at them as she walked ahead, towards the photography stall; she had always loved looking at the photographs.

There was one photograph that held her attention; it was a photograph of a spring garden. There were dozens of flowers in the picture – roses, foxgloves and cornflowers – spreading across the landscape and a single wooden swing hung on a tree beside them. The mere beauty of that photograph made her feel warm despite the cold weather.

“Did you take that photograph? It’s so beautiful,” she smiled at the pretty young woman behind the counter who nodded with a grin.

“Thank you very much, and yes I did. I took it when I lived in England, we lived right by a deserted manor house but I would break in and take care of the gardens,” she smiled and Ava thought that she looked very familiar.

Ava smiled, she bought the photograph, and she knew that her dad would have loved it. He had taken her to the English countryside a couple of times when he had first split up with Ava’s mother. Those trips were the best times of her life.

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Bucky pulled at the uncomfortable tie, he had to wear one all day at work and he hated that he also had to wear one in his free time as well. It was the evening of the firework festival and apparently, this party was thrown annually as a celebration. Bucky’s mom was looking after Harry while he attended this stupid party. Well, it wasn’t all stupid; he just wished that it wasn’t themed. He didn’t think the Gatsby style suited him.

“Fuck man, I wish you’d stop fiddling with that!” Steve scolded as they walked into the party together.

“I still don’t understand why I’m coming to this party,” he bit back in an undertone as he nodded and smiled at the other guests that they passed.

“Well,” Peggy started, “the woman that is throwing this party comes into the café so often that we’re friends now so she invited me. I had to bring my boyfriend and my boyfriend’s boyfriend. Sam’s here because he’s my favourite,” she laughed as she linked her arm through the boy’s arms and Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“And, you need to meet someone,” Steve laughed and Sam nodded.

“What? I’m completely fine on my own,” he decided that he wasn’t going to tell his friends about his trying to win Ava over. He lifted his hand to run his fingers through his gelled hair, earning a swift slap on his arm from Peggy.

“Don’t mess with your hair, it looks nice like that!” Peggy scolded him like he was an insolent little boy. Bucky grumbled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“And you might be fine on your own buddy but it’s still depressing to see,” Sam clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky rolled his eyes as he grabbed a flute of sparkling champagne from one of the passing waiter’s silver platters. He took a sip and found that it tasted very expensive; it was probably worth more than his apartment.

“There’s Pepper,” Peggy smiled and pointed to the corner of the bar where the hostess was entertaining a couple of guests. The four of them wandered over to Pepper and she grinned at them as she saw Peggy approaching.

“Hey sweetheart, you look amazing!” Sharon giggled as she gave Peggy a hug.

“Thank you! So do you, I wanted to introduce you to some people,” Peggy smiled as she gestured behind her at Steve, Sam and Bucky, “this is my boyfriend Steve and his buddies, Bucky and Sam.”

Pepper grinned at them all as she gave them welcoming hugs before she gestured around the grand room, “enjoy yourselves, it’s an open bar,” she said before giving them a little wave and she went to mingle with her guests.

The party was going great, all four of them were taking their fill of the amazing food and drink, Steve was getting on Bucky’s nerves a little bit, he kept pointing out every girl with a pulse, “what about that redhead?”

“Steve, I’m warning you…”

“Oooh, what about her though, she’s pretty hot isn’t she Buck?” Steve shut up for a little bit when he earned a punch on his arm.

“I personally think that she’s pretty cute,” Steve said quietly, shielding his arm as Bucky rolled his eyes. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his friend.

Begrudgingly, Bucky looked to where Steve was looking and found that Steve was right, from her profile the three men could see just how pretty she was. She was dressed in a white flapper dress and her hair was adorned with a headband. The girl turned around, it was Ava, her mouth opening in surprise a little bit but she waved at them all the same before going outside onto the balcony with one of her friends.

“Sorry man,” Steve chuckled, slapping Bucky’s shoulder, “didn’t mean to snoop on your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” he said simply as he took a huge gulp of his whiskey, “I’ll be right back,” Steve nodded distractingly due to the fact that Peggy had walked right over and perched herself on Steve’s lap.

Bucky walked out onto the balcony where Ava was sharing a cigarette with her friend, they both turned round to look at Bucky. Ava flushed while her friend smirked and walked back inside, “hey it’s Daisy Buchanan,” Bucky smiled, leaning against the railings.

“Hey, what are you doing here? You look great by the way, very suave,” she smirked which made Bucky flush and rub the back of his neck.

“Steve’s girlfriend knows Pepper so she invited us all tonight, thank you, you look very pretty,” now it was Ava’s turn to blush, He nodded at the cigarette, “didn’t know that you smoked.”

Ava smiled as she blew out a little bit of smoke and flicked the stub off the railings, “I only smoke when I drink or right after I’ve had sex. I thought about what you said,” she started as she chewed her lip, “I had a wonderful night with you in Greece, and maybe you’re right, maybe we can have that again. But we have to be careful, I won’t jeopardise my future. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Ava beamed brightly, looking around to make sure nobody was spying before she cupped his cheeks in soft hands, and she kissed him softly at first and then kissed him so deeply that it made his head spin. The fireworks that were going off in the night sky were nothing compared to the fireworks that he felt inside of him.

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The Alpha

A/N: Takes place during Season 1 of Teen Wolf. Collage made by me! Also had Mercy by Hurts, stuck in My head so that is why I added that lyric to the Collage.

Update: 7/10/2020. I have replaced what happened between Lydia and Peter on the show with Marianna instead. (essentially taking Lydia’s role in that S1 plot except Lydia is still a Banshee.)

Part 1-The House on Beacon Hills

Marianna heard footsteps behind her,slow,confident,methodical. Who would dare just stroll into her and Peter's den like this? Well her den now. Marianna thought with a pang of sadness, still on alert,her eyes glowed,claws extending as the footsteps came closer.

Then she heard a soft low voice say her name,

"Marianna. I'm back sweetheart."

Marianna's eyes widened as her claws retracted and her pupils returned to their usual brown,shimmering with tears.

"Peter..."

She whispered her Alpha's name and slowly turned around,as Peter's magnetic blue eyes met her own. A slow grin appearing on his handsome features.

4 years ago....

“I don’t need a Boyfriend I need a Distraction.” Lydia Martin told her Girlfriends as they stopped at their lockers.

“What you need is a man.” Marianna Mccall told her Best Friend,giving Lydia a look as she opened her locker. 

Lydia leaned against her own locker,one hand on her hip as she surveyed the throng of students hurrying to class. Her eyes rested on one in particular and both Marianna and their other Best Friend Alison Argent turned to look as Lydia commented. “That one’ll do.” Sauntering over to a tall Jock with a flip of her Strawberry Blond hair. 

Marianna and Alison looked at one another with a shake of there head and a laugh. leave it to Lydia. 

“Speaking of Boyfriends how are you and Scott?” Marianna asked Alison as they walked to class,referring to Scott Mccall,Marianna’s Brother and Alison’s new boo but long time crush who as of earlier that year is now a WereWolf,only in Beacon Hills. 

“We’re good. ok great.” Alison gushed when Marianna gave her a knowing look. “Despite the fact that My Boyfriend turns into a hairy,raging monster every full moon.” 

“Hey us girls have our issues too.” Marianna jokes.

Alison laughed at that then asked Marianna,”What about you? When are you going to get yourself someone? That only has eyes for you.” Alison was referring to Stiles Stilinski,Scott’s Best Friend,who had an unrequited crush on Lydia since grade school despite Marianna liking him just as long.

Marianna shrugged. “”I don’t know. You know how I am with High School boys,they’re all so Imma...ture...” Marianna trailed off as her eyes followed a tall boy with black hair and a confident look as he leaned against some lockers,seeming to ignore everyone else,until his eyes locked onto hers. 

Time seemed to slow down as she looked at him,maybe she could make an exception to her no HS Boys rule...Still walking Marianna didn’t notice when Alison tugged on her sleeve keeping her from knocking into someone. 

“Mari! Earth to Mari!” Alison called out to her.

Drawing her attention back to her second Best Friend,Marianna tore her gaze away. “Huh?”

“Where’d you go just then?” Alison asked.

“I guess I got distracted. Did you see that guy with dark hair over by the lockers? He was staring at me.”

“What guy?” Alison frowned at her in confusion.

Marianna stopped walking and turned in the middle of the hall.Attempting to show Alison who she meant. “That one in the red long sleeved shirt,he’s-” Marianna stopped and looked around,he was gone. Like he had vanished. “He was right there.” 

Alison looked around but there was no sign of the handsome stranger that Marianna had claimed she had seen. “I didn’t see anyone Mari. Are you sure you’re ok?”

Marianna nodded frowning.

Lydia met up with them then putting her arms around the girls’s shoulders. “Saw who?”

“Oh just Mari thinking she saw the boy of her dreams.” Alison teased in jest. 

“Where? What boy?” Lydia perked up in real interest now. 

“Noone. I just thought I saw a guy over by the lockers,staring at me.” Marianna shrugged,trying to act like it was no big deal. 

“Oooh secret admirer?” Lydia teased with a raised eyebrow,smirking. 

 “No. I mean he was kind of cute.” Marianna admitted to them.

“If he was even real.” Alison spoke up.

“C’mon lets find you a tangible boyfriend.” Lydia said,grasping her two best friend’s hands. 

Marianna’s eyes widened,”What?! No,Lydia I don’t need-What about the guy you were talking to?” Marianna protested then tried to change the subject.

Lydia made a face,indiciting that Jock had been a dud. But wouldn’t take no for an answer as she pulled a laughing Alison and begrudging Marianna along with her.

Despite her best efforts though Marianna could not forget the boy in the red shirt,there was just something about him,and that was not the last time she would see him. 

After that initial sighting,Marianna saw him everywhere at school,sitting alone at the outside lunch tables,even in class. Marianna’s insides couldn’t help but do flip flops everytime he looked at her,despite not knowing even his name,Marianna found herself falling for the mysterious boy.

Marianna was content,for the moment,to dream of him from afar,until one night he showed up outside her house. Dressed all in black,the only white on the collar of his sherpa jacket.

“So you’re finally going to introduce yourself?” Marianna asked with more confidence then she felt,as he walked up to where she was standing on the back yard patio. “or am I to refer to you as Mr Mysterious forever?”

The boy gave an almost shy smile,looking down,then walking slowly up to her,looked her in the eyes,his blue one’s seeming to appear even lighter. “My name’s Peter Hale.” He whispered,seeming to size her up.

Marianna sized him back,trying not to appear nervous. “Peter...I’m Marianna Mccall.” 

“I know.” Peter answered with smirk. 

Crossing her arms over her chest,Marianna asked. “So why are you here? Besides stalking me apparently.” Marianna gave him a raised eyebrow,smirking back. 

“So it’s that obvious.” Peter replied,letting out a soft laugh but not seeming embarrassed. 

Marianna just nodded back,looking at Peter expectantly. 

“Well I like you. I was just...shy before.” Peter was even closer to her now as Marianna leaned against a pillar of the house. 

“You don’t seem that shy now.” Marianna replied 

Peter gave a half hearted shrug. “I suppose I’m done waiting for the right moment and...”

Marianna gave a wide smile at that but looking away replied. “No.” Sounding less bashful then she looked. 

“No?” Peter looked mildly surprised,looking up at her,through surprisingly long lashes. 

Marianna gave him a more confident look this time,staring him in the eyes. “You have to earn that.” She replied giving him a coy look.

Peter laughed a little,grinning. “Heh ok well...” Trailing off Peter reached behind Marianna and plucked a blue flower off the vines that wound it’s way around the wooden pillars of the house. 

“How about I give you a flower instead.” Peter finished,holding it out to her,Marianna took the small blue and yellow flower with a small smile. “I’ll see you at school.” Peter told her as she nodded,starting to walk back into the house,when she turned around,Peter was gone. 

The next day at school Marianna couldn’t stop thinking about Peter showing up at her house,plus she finally knew his name. The last name Hale did seem somewhat familiar to Marianna but she didn’t think to hard on it,too busy actually looking for Peter. 

Her friends noticed too,well all except Scott and Stiles being boys,finally speaking up. “C’mon Mari are you sure you didn’t just dream the whole thing? We haven’t even seen him yet!” Lydia exclaimed looking at her friend with raised eyebrows. 

“Lydia is right.” Alison agreed quietly. “Are you sure he’s even-”

But was interrupted when Marianna exclaimed,with a wave of her hand. “There he is!” Gesturing outside she asked, “Do you see him now?” 

The girls turned,half expecting not to see anyone,but did a double take when they really did see who Marianna had been talking about all this time. 

Peter appeared sitting at a table,the mid afternoon sun making his dark hair shine. He gave a slow grin when he saw the girls notice him,especially Marianna. 

Lydia raised one slender eyebrow and grinned back appreciatively. “Well guess he’s not a figment of your imagination after all...I can see why you couldn’t stop thinking about THAT.” 

“Lydia.” Alison hissed elbowing her. 

“What?” Lydia gave them a mock innocent look as Marianna just shook her head at what an impossible flirt Lydia was. Then said, “C’mon I’ll introduce you.”

They started to walk over when they heard a young male voice behind them ask, “Introduce them to who?” It was Stiles,behind him his Best Friend Scott, seemed to tower over Stiles own Gangly figure. 

“Oh just Mari’s current crush.” Lydia told him flippant,disregarding the way Stiles stared at her. 

“Lydia!” It was Marianna’s turn to elbow her friend in the ribs.

“Ow. I’m going to end up with a bruise.” Lydia grumbled with a frown,rubbing her side. 

“You’re what? Does Mom know?” Scott spoke up,eyeing his Sister. “What’s his name?” 

Marianna gave him a look. “No she doesn’t and if you don’t want Mom to know about Alison sneaking over,you won’t tell her. His names Peter.” 

Alison looked down,embarrassed but Scott didn’t seem to notice. 

“He doesn’t look trustworthy..Something’s off about him.” Scott said,finally getting a good look at Peter,letting out a growl when Peter locked eyes with him,the grin gone. 

But Marianna wouldn’t listen. “Ok Wolf Boy you can stop with the big brother act. Stiles?” 

At her questioning look,Stiles grabbed Scott’s arm. “OK Scott,I think we should go. Leave the girls to their business,lets go get some food,you need to fuel that WereWolf body of yours.” With that the Hyperactive Teen led Scott away. 

Marianna shook her head,rolling her eyes at what she thought was just her adoptive Brother being over protective. Then smiling back at Peter led her Girlfriends over to meet him.

After the initial introductions the girls were a bit taken aback,though not too surprised, when Peter looked up at Marianna and asked confidently. “So I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me?” 

Needless to say Marianna was happily surprised and answered with an excited “Yes!” Soon after that they were official. 

They dated for awhile but in all those months,they never went out beyond the school or met each others families. Marianna assumed Peter just had strict parents and maybe wasn’t allowed to date,so Marianna didn’t mind only hanging out at school,even after hours. Though Lydia and Alison thought it strange Peter had to keep her a secret. Aside from holding hands,Peter never tried to kiss her after that failed first attempt. 

Then one day they met at Marianna’s locker at school as usual,this day however was different when Peter invited her over to his house, saying he needed to “Show her something.” He didn’t give her directionss only saying it was an old victorian in the woods and that she’d know it when she saw it. 

Marianna was confused but intrigued and excited that he trusted her enough to finally invite her over. 

That night at home Marianna got ready in a floral sundress,Grey Cardigan and black strappy platforms,her dark hair already curled from earlier,choosing to keep it understated but still cute,Marianna applied some mascara and a bit of lip gloss. Heading downstairs she told Scott to cover for her and headed out the door. 

The air was brisk and crisp autumn leaves fell from the trees,it was already fall and Marianna was glad she had at least worn the cardigan. Though to be honest Marianna hardly felt the cold,Scott had said she was like almost like a WereWolf with how warm blooded she was. Mari smirked at the irony of her actual wolf brother saying that. 

Despite not knowing exactly where she was going Marianna headed into The woods or Beacon Hills Preserve as it was officially named. Despite moving cautiously Marianna still managed to trip over a root in the ground,walking in heels in a forest wasn’t the smartest choice. letting out a frustrated breath,Mari bent over and undid her sandals,preferring to walk barefoot outside anyway,as she carried the platforms in her hand then advanced slowly deeper into the woods,the forest floor more a mountain of leaves now then anything else.

 As soon as her feet touched the damp soggy ground,she seemed to know exactly where to go as if on auto pilot,as she reached a clearing in the woods,spotting The Victorian Mansion that Peter had referred to,what he hadn’t told her was how grand and imposing it was,standing in the middle of the forest,in all of it’s yellow and white grandeur like it had always been there,like it was meant to. 

Marianna walked up the drive way and up the white steps,reaching the matching  front door with the one large window pane that took up most of it. She slowly opened it,peering inside,then stepped in. Not waiting for Peter,Marianna sensed that he wouldn’t mind anyway,he had invited her. Strangely though she didn’t hear or see anyone and glancing around,Marianna noticed that the inside of the house looked less kept up then the outside. 

Autumn leaves blew in from outside before Mari could shut the door,Mari only payed the slightest of attention as she closed the door behind her. Marianna looked around once again,noticing the white walls and worn dark wood flooring,their was little else to see really as most of the house was empty,barren almost,only a few boxes and an chestnut brown Armoir with a matching full length mirror stood off to one side of the sunken living room that Marianna stepped into.Either they were slow at unpacking or...

Suddenly a noise interrupted Mari’s train of thought as she heard the sound of sneakers echo from the entryway,Marianna was once again glad she had taken her platforms off,setting them by the door. Marianna whirled around to see Peter standing at the front door,grinning at her as he approached. Dressed in his favorite colors red and grey, the same clothes he had worn to school. 

Marianna felt a little silly for having changed her patterned dress she wore at school to the floral one but she quickly brushed it away,she had been thinking she would meet his parents after all. 

All thoughts of that vanished though as Peter strides towards her,circling her, an easy confidence in his demeanor as he said. “I’m glad you made it. You look good. All for me?”

Marianna tried not to appear nervous. “I thought I was going to meet your parents.” She answered. 

Peter smirked,shaking his head. “No,unfortunately they’ve been...detained. On a business trip.” 

“Oh...What did you want to show me then?” She asked as Peter stepped closer. 

“Actually...” Peter Hesitated. I’ve decided to hold off on that. I don’t think you’re ready.”

Marianna started to ask ‘ready for what?’ but before she could,Peter had a hold of her around the waist,his breath on her face. Marianna’s heart pounded,butterflies dancing in her stomach,all questions disappearing from her mind. 

“I was wondering if I could take that kiss now?” Peter asked his voice lower then she’d ever heard it. 

As if in a trance,Marianna could only nod,licking her lips as Peter drew her lips to his and kissed her long and passionate,It was unlike any kiss she had ever had,certainly with a HighSchool boy,Marianna wrapped her arms around his neck,never wanting it to end. 

But it did as they broke apart with shuddering breaths,eyes closed, Peter’s forehead against Mari’s. 

“You’re so beautiful...” Peter murmured,” I wish I didn’t have to leave you..”

Marianna came back to herself, from the heady daze Peter seemed to have over her and frowned then realizing what he said, as she opened her eyes. “Wait... Leave,what do you mean?” 

Peter sighed as they broke away,but stayed within arms reach. “That’s another reason I wanted you over,I’m leaving,we’re moving on...so to speak. That’s why the house is so empty.” 

Marianna looked away sadly. “So I guess this is...”

Before she could finish,Peter stopped her,taking her hands. “Hey no. Don’t say it. This is NOT goodbye.” Peter reassured her,tilting her chin to look at him. “ We will meet again,once we’re strong enough...I will come back for you.” Peter trailed a thumb down her lips as she closed her eyes. Marianna wanted to ask why he thought they weren’t strong enough,but Peter was gone before she could open her eyes let alone utter a word. As she was left standing alone in an empty house, the one boy she could have grown to truly love,vanishing on the wind as Marianna was left with only the ghost of him...

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

END OF PART 1

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merlin rewatch - 1x03: the mark of nimueh

a series of posts in which i record my thoughts and reactions as i properly watch the entirety of bbc’s merlin for the very first time 😊

an episode about a plague hitting camelot that really hits different given the current global situation

“aren’t you scared you might catch whatever it is” it occurs to me that this episode might feel extra relevant in these times

v nice to see gwen just casually happy with her father, enjoying it while it lasts

purple really does suit him 💜

gwen and morgana,, i MISS them

merlin and arthur already forming a routine i see

okay merlin genuinely looks adorable wearing those flowers, arthur is shook

sassmaster gaius giving merlin a run for his money

“merlin? but-” already don’t want to let him go i see

it’s so weird to hear them talk about finding a cure for a contagious disease that could otherwise wipe out the city. too real

gaius: “if we don’t know what the disease is, how can we cure him?

merlin, right in the middle of goddamn town: “WITH MAGIC!”

“depends on how many interruptions i get” gaius does not give a fuck 😂

baby merlin just wants recognition so bad, to get on with it and become this great and admired warlock. oh how the times change

imposing a curfew? isolating the lower town to stop the disease from spreading? is this 2020?

lmao gaius is really going for it this episode

“please gaius he’s all i have” 😢💔

gwen is already being shown to be highly perceptive at this point in the show and 100% would have eventually figured out merlin’s magic on her own

listen,, i am just a total sucker for merlin and gwen and this scene is unbearably cute asfjfgsksk

see at the beginning of the episode uther was making questionable but understandable decisions, but as soon as magic is involved he just loses all reason 

hey asshole!! morgana is making excellent points!!

“i know witchcraft is an evil, father. so is injustice” i love arthur 🥺

morgana leaving gwen’s cell crying, god i can just imagine what they must have said to each other. heartbreaking

“remember me” GWEN 😭

“there’s no way MERlin is a sorcerer” okay but real talk arthur picking at absolutely anything to save merlin’s life even though they’ve known each other for almost no time at all and arthur really has no reason to not believe him is ju s t

“there’s no way he’s a sorcerer” the way arthur says this and looks at merlin while he does!! what is he trying to say!!

gwen just lying there :((((((

kilgharrah,,,, pls

~ two sides of the same coin ~

merlin’s like ‘how do i save everyone!’ and kilgharrah’s like ‘lol you and arthur gay’

merlin’s sarcasm i love him

morgana and merlin teaming up amazing

okay this arthur and morgana scene is really great

merlin + the pendragon siblings all fighting to save gwen we stan

oooh first proper glimpse into uther and gaius past

merlin looks so happy when he thinks morgana knows about his magic and is okay with it 😢

“one day people won’t believe what an idiot you were” cheers to that

welp i’m glad they ended their plague. now hopefully merlin can show up and end ours 🤞🏽