#seeing jen being loved is so appealing

[jensettermandu]

fish that drown - huh yunjin

content; smut, slight angst, fluff (kind of), a little plot

pairing; g!p yunjin x female reader

content; implications of an unhealthy relationship, praising, blowjob, p in v :D, slightly rough (?), a slight size thing (Y/n being/having smaller proportions than yunjin??), bulging, Y/n calls her Jen, small age gap (y/n is younger by two years), probably everything

synopsis; together it feels like drowning in the best way possible because anything above the surface feels too cold for them despite it burning whenever they drown together. each time they give each other another chance as they find back to each other with nothing but love forgetting everything that made them leave to begin with.

wc; 7k+

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Each second was tantalising, it was filled with dim colours seeping through the smogged window with raindrops holding the lights of the outside in them. Each breath was a promise of another second to live and chances for more empty promises. The promise of breaking habits to make it work despite them being routines that stayed forever. It was the comfort of now rather than the worries of tomorrow, knowing it would be a cycle forever. 

Arms securely wrapped around Y/n as they lay together as if they had a forever together. As if they would grow old together and love each other through thick and thin, but they had always been walking a thin line between love and hate. 

It was the problem of falling for each other’s flowers, but never taking time to get to know the roots. It got difficult to figure out what to do when fall came and everything crumbled, the petals falling and blowing away with the wind, all that was left was a promise of coming back by spring. 

“Yunjin, I seriously have to go.” She tried because despite them being securely wrapped around her, it didn’t mean that they were home. Certain places would just never feel like a home no matter how much of a home they were. It could be their natural habitat, but they would always be prey and that made it difficult to feel at home. It was still hard to let go especially when the place appealed so much to one and they wished for it to be theirs only.

Was spring close?

“Stay, I want you to stay, Y/n–” Yunjin sighed, her fingers brushing over the younger girl’s spine as she turned over to reach to the floor for her clothes. Her palm smoothed over Y/n’s waist and like painting someone with scorching metal she slid it over to her stomach, leaving her every touch to linger forever on Y/n’s body. It was like empty canvases and when they met they became the artwork that was only visible through their eyes. “We can go out in the morning and talk.” She suggested and the feline in her arms exhaled as she got pulled back into her. 

Y/n’s body was dwelling in the fire, every part of her was enjoying it, her heart was beating heavily because the feelings Yunjin made her feel were heavy from how much she felt with the ginger. Her brain was the only rational thing at the moment, but rationality was a curse when they were together and jumping head-first into the unknown waters was more thrilling than dipping toes to test them. The best thing about it was the lily pads that looked pretty on the surface but were more beautiful from under the water when they tangled around their limbs and dragged them down further with no chance of escape. 

Spring had come and Y/n knew that she wasn’t leaving and neither was Yunjin.

“My members�� are going to strangle me if I am not back at the dorm tonight.” She mumbled, opening her phone to see that she had already received texts wondering when she would be back. It wasn’t the going out that was the problem, it was the limbs she got tangled in that were and they were either fed up or they cared too much to continue watching their friends drown. A mix of both perhaps. 

Neither of the two could help it. They just knew the second that they met that they would fall in love with each other shortly and they did. 

The colours from above the water looked so much prettier from under the surface where they drowned in each other. 

“Tell them you’re staying over then.” 

That only meant that they were set in stone that had grown moss, scraping it away to reveal their names together again.

Y/n stared at her phone while Yunjin’s hand ran over her stomach, caressing the soft and smooth skin that was warm. The redhead's lips slowly started to trail kisses along her shoulder while grabbing hold of Y/n’s waist, pulling the girl closer to her because no amount of closeness was ever enough. 

“They will kill me if I do that–” Y/n was interrupted by her phone that started to buzz as she was receiving a call. It made Yunjin glance up at the phone screen while propping herself up on her arm beside Y/n’s head. The girl declined the call with Yunjin going right back to engraving herself on her skin with delicate kisses that were like the flapping of a butterfly's wings as she kissed up to the girl’s neck. 

Y/n declined the call once again because she would have difficulty deciding if she should tell the truth or lie to Jimin. She was quite sure her members would give her an earful after watching her cry for the past two months. 

They told Y/n to forget about Yunjin and everything she did and to move on. 

Y/n did and so she ended up right back with Yunjin after forgetting why she left to begin with as she had moved on from the bad. 

They both forgot why they left and only saw the good and it was enough to get back in the waters together. 

0:22

jimin> answer

0:22

> what is it?

0:23

jimin> answer the call

0:24

> why??

0:24

jimin> because i told you to answer?

Y/n glanced away from the phone and at their reflections in the big glass windows where water was trickling down, illuminating the city lights with the sky shedding tears. It was cold outside which made it so much more difficult to leave when she was drowning in Yunjin’s warmth. Each breath was filled with the scent that filled their lungs, it was like falling, but not through the sky, there was no pressure in the fall. It was like slowly drowning. 

It was agonisingly gratifying to be with each other.

Her fingers tangled in the red hair as Yunjin wrapped her arm around Y/n’s waist, holding her against her body. The older let out a humid hum that painted Y/n’s skin with goosebumps before she pushed her face into the crook of her neck, her kisses wet and languid. 

The feline eyes left the window where she had watched the two bodies slowly get prepared for the dance that took two again, knowing that neither was leaving. She looked at her phone when it started to vibrate in her hold again.

“You can just tell the truth and we won’t have to run around hiding.” She couldn’t help but whisper and put her thoughts in Y/n’s head. 

It made Y/n sigh as she knew that it would be better to just say the truth. She’s been seeing Yunjin again after yet another break-up that was supposed to be the final goodbye. It felt impossible to say goodbyes when all they did was end up together the next time they ran into each other or thought too much of the other. The past two weeks had been spent hiding from their members, sneaking to restaurants, on dates, and to hotels after and now Yunjin had gotten Y/n into her group dorm. 

They hadn’t been home and when they did get there no one bothered checking who exactly Yunjin brought over. Y/n hadn’t thought far enough to think about how she would leave, but probably early at dawn. 

How long could they hide their spring from everyone else?

“Do you genuinely think that’s a good idea?” 

“No.” 

Y/n hummed and answered the phone call at last.

There was no way to emancipate from this because love made them willing slaves. 

“It’s late and you just left hours ago without a word. Where are you?”

Y/n knew that she never usually left without a word, but she didn’t know what lies to tell anymore. It felt unfair to both of them, but the girl was scared of receiving disappointed looks from her friends who had been there for her after she had cried herself to sleep every night. Y/n felt horrible for shedding so many tears, putting them under her gloomy cloud only to end up with the cause of it again.

“I'm not with Yunjin.” 

Somehow she felt the need to defend herself because she didn’t want to think to herself that she was with the girl again. It had been on and off for three years and at some point it had to be enough, didn’t it? It wasn’t time for it yet though. Their love had yet to die. 

“I didn’t think you would be either.”

“Why not?” 

She frowned somewhere between relieved and disappointed that Jimin didn’t think that she was with her ex-girlfriend. Perhaps the hurt of thinking that she had moved on and would see someone else just like Yunjin. She wasn’t ready to see someone else, she was even less ready to see Yunjin with someone else. The only people they were seeing were each other with the past forgotten and all the reasons why they left to begin with. That had been the point all along, to forget what the other had done which only ended with reasons to get back together. 

“You make it sound like you want me to think it.”

“I’m just curious why you are so sure.”

“Minjeong was talking with Chaewon to see if you were there, but she told her that Yunjin had someone over.”

It went silent, the girl on the other end waiting for Y/n to talk who looked down at Yunjin in the neon shades and colours that seeped through the windows. It was all she could see whenever she was with her, all the colours and the shades, they were comforting and made her feel safe. The colours that Yunjin painted her with were her comfort. 

“Oh.” Was all she was able to get out, thinking about how relieved everyone seemed that the two weren’t together. 

“I’m sorry, I maybe shouldn’t have–”

“No, no, it’s fine, I’m more than fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” 

Y/n reassured her because she was fine in the end, she was with Yunjin and she didn’t need to be anywhere else. She liked these cold waters that her skin got used to, they felt warm, and they filled her lungs and burned which caused so much warmth to course through them. There was no escaping it as they were tangled in each other while sinking to the bottom of waters that were their home, that they should swim in, but the second one of them tried to swim the other got pushed down further and grasped onto harder which made them both only sink further into each other. There was no swimming away from the other and leaving them behind in the perfectly blue ocean with twinges of red. 

“Okay, that’s good to hear. When are you coming home then? You never said where you went.” 

“I will be home in the morning, I’m with Hanni.” 

“Okay then, goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight.” 

She dropped her phone on the bed and huffed when Yunjin pulled away from her neck, their legs tangling, it was just them behind the curtains. “I miss you during the day,” Yunjin mumbled as she was unable to get enough of Y/n now that she felt like she somewhat had her back. Her hands held onto the girl’s waist whose fingers trailed along her collarbones as they laid on their sides while looking at each other. 

“Me too,” it had always been a problem, but no matter what they tried to do their arrogance got in the way. The other’s schedule had to sound more important than the others even if it was just about replying to texts a little too late. 

Yunjin smiled, her eyes trailing over every feature on Y/n’s face, her gaze tender enough to feel like it was caressing the younger’s face. It wasn’t enough though, she loved feeling Y/n’s skin under her fingertips, the way it reacted like water to raindrops, letting her sink in and become part of her. Her fingers ran over Y/n’s cheek before brushing hair strands behind her ear.

“What did you miss the most?” Y/n questioned and Yunjin let out a breathless chuckle. 

The redhead propped herself up on her elbow and Y/n stared up at her, laying under the gaze of eyes that held her reflection like water. The girl cupped the feline under her jaw and leaned down, her lips tenderly falling against Y/n’s, pecking them with lingering feelings that never washed away as they were the wet sand at the bottom that would always be there. 

“The way you make me feel like I’m listening to Pink Floyd, it’s like drowning in another world from how psychedelic it feels…It feels unreal with you, Y/n.”

Y/n was sure that there would be waves around her if she were to be in actual water right now from how Yunjin’s words made her heart beat faster and harder. She was the oxygen in a place where there was none such as the bottom of a deep blue ocean of feelings that could be suffocating.

“What songs?” 

“‘Hey You’ and ‘Breathe’.” 

“Of course.” 

Y/n giggled and pushed Yunjin over before straddling her, the covers falling off their bodies and resting behind them. The girl couldn’t help but run her hands over Y/n’s body and feel the skin against hers. She trailed along her waist up and down, feeling the outline of the girl's ribs, feeling each reaction, each nerve that let Y/n know how good Yunjin made her feel. 

“I also missed you just this way, when it’s just us and no one else, especially naked.” 

There truly was nothing greater as Y/n leaned down and kissed Yunjin, closing her eyes and letting the current pull her further down. It felt too good, the cold water against warm skin was soothing, and the colours that would break through the surface, the reflection of the sun during the day and the moon at night. Those things that looked so beautiful, brought sentimental memories, that was what their love felt like. 

Their heads tilted, Y/n parted her lips and let Yunjin press her tongue against hers. It was languid with notes of desire and longing because they had yet to get enough since they started to see each other again. After every time apart, they only grew stronger feelings for each other. The only witness of their love right now were the silent raindrops falling down the window. With passion they tangled with each other, the heat growing as soft sounds started to occupy the room. 

“Fuck–” Yunjin breathed out, her hand tangling itself in the feline’s hair at the back of her head, pulling her back slightly as her lungs burned from how there was no air underwater. She tried to gasp for it, but they always stole every little bit of oxygen around each other. “I missed having you right here,” her voice was almost withering from how much her chest was already heaving, looking Y/n right in the eye as their breaths brushed against their lips. Right here meant in the confines of a safe space that was more than their arms, a room where they had spent countless nights talking, crying, shouting, loving, hating, and sinking. 

The walls were engraved with their love. 

“I know–” Y/n replied, fully aware that the girl had missed her and missed engraving their names on any space left on these walls. She pecked Yunjin’s lips, the girl trying to chase after them by raising her head but she didn’t get the chance. “I missed being right here with you.” Y/n’s walls were witness to those words, knowing how many nights she’d spent crying over the emptiness she felt of not having heavy waves wash over her and drag her into the warmth of Yunjin. 

It didn’t work to be apart. 

Yunjin dropped her head back down as Y/n started to pour her kisses over her skin, it was like a shower of sin, but it was also her salvation as it healed just as much as it scarred. The girl kissed Yunjin’s neck, softly moving her lips, trailing them along her pulsating veins while wetting them with her tongue. The older one hummed at the tender kisses that Y/n left on her skin, making her close her eyes to truly dwell on the feeling.

She reached Yunjin’s collarbones, it was almost like walking carelessly into things the way Y/n sucked on her skin and left marks along her collarbones, gracing her with art made from love and passion. Her hands were soothing over Yunjin’s shoulders, the skin was like powder from how soft it felt while she kissed further down. The girl under her was heaving for breath from how good it felt to be covered with Y/n’s kisses who went down her body, glancing up to see Yunjin looking down at her expectantly with her wet lips parted in anticipation. 

Y/n’s tongue came out, licking a stripe up Yunjin’s stomach that sucked in from the feeling, eyes connected through the blur that everything became so deep under and in the emotions. There was a twinkle in Yunjin’s eyes, a pleading one as she pushed herself up with Y/n in her lap. Her hand pushed back the silky hair as she kissed her lips before kissing along her cheek and over to Y/n’s ear.

“Be good and take me into your mouth, Y/n.” It was somewhere between a request and a soft command. Fingers ran over the girl’s spine down to her ass before Yunjin gripped it, her lips sucking right where Y/n’s pulse point was, feeling the sigh that the feline let out right by her ear. 

She manoeuvred them around in the bed until she sat at the edge. With fluidity Y/n crawled down Yunjin’s lap, finding herself between her legs while looking up at the ginger who licked her lips. Her eyes were glued to Y/n, never missing a second of the girl whenever they were with each other.

A shaky breath fell from between Yunjin’s lips when Y/n wrapped her hand around her semi-hard cock. The minx bit her lower lip slowly pumping the thick member that was scalding in her hand, her tongue stuck out, looking up through her lashes for approval that she always got through Yunjin’s eyes no matter what they were doing. A deep hum escaped Yunjin at the way Y/n licked along her tip, tongue running over the slit and collecting the leaking salty pre-cum. 

“Use your mouth well, angel so I can love you good after.” Her voice was thick with need, gruffly, her hand coming into Y/n’s hair, pushing it away from her face and holding it back for her. For a split second her eyes glance at the window, eyes falling on Y/n’s silhouette on the floor, looking like a real feline with her perfect ridges as she was on the floor on her knees. Y/n’s silhouette would always stay behind, it would always swim in Yunjin’s mind, moving gracefully and making the ginger drown in her. 

Y/n pumped up one last time, more precum slowly oozed from the slit on the pinkish tip and she parted her lips. Her eyes closed at the approving hum that came from Yunjin when she started to circle with her tongue, taking in inch by inch into her mouth before suckling back up, her hand stroking the rest.

The movement was enough to make Yunjin’s breathing grow heavier, occupying the room together with the wet sounds of Y/n’s mouth messily working along her length. “Such a good and messy doll.” The praises spilled through her mouth the same way spit ran down Y/n’s chin. The younger moved her hand down, cupping the pair of balls that were hard and heavy with cum in her palm. 

The grip on her hair tightened, and faint moans started to spill from Yunjin’s mouth at the warm mouth that worked her length. She leaned back against her palm while looking down at Y/n through hooded eyes. The girl bobbed her head, stroking her cock while hollowing her cheeks, the suction making the ginger roll her eyes back and whine at how good it felt. 

“So good, baby doll.” She breathed out, and her hand slowly pushed Y/n further down her cock as the pleasure was overwhelming her senses. It made her toes curl when she hit the back of Y/n’s throat without the girl gagging, her balls getting toyed with in the gentle hand. Tongue trailing over the bulging vein, circling her tip and showering it with the most attention as it was sensitive.  

The minx of a girl pulled away to catch her breath, her hand worked along the throbbing cock, her tongue licking at the tip and down the base. The work was sloppy just the way Yunjin loved it as only Y/n could make her head get light and stomach tie knots so tight that when they snapped she went numb. 

Y/n took her cock back into her mouth, tongue flat against the thick vein that was pulsating, hot in her mouth. The minx moaned, opening her throat for Yunjin to deep-throat her cock. It was enough to elicit a whimper from the ginger who tightened her grip on Y/n even more. It made her hold the girl down, Y/n’s nose tickling her pelvis for a second. She pulled back, sucking hard, making the other get dizzy at how good it felt and she pulled away, quickly going back down. 

Y/n looked up through her lashes at Yunjin who was now letting moans spill from her mouth without any resistance, but she tried to keep them low enough to not get in trouble. The girl wasn’t stopping and the knot was starting to tear to snap at last which Y/n was able to tell by how Yunjin’s breathing got deeper, her moans turning breathy and her balls tightening in Y/n’s hand. 

“Close ‘m so close.” She gasped, her body convulsing as her eyes closed and a deep frown covered her eyebrows, pushing Y/n’s head down with her thighs trembling. Breathless sounds fell from her mouth. The tip twitched in Y/n’s mouth, hips stuttering and cum shot in thick ropes down her throat, the salty taste barely managing to linger on her tongue as she swallowed down everything right away. The suction made Yunjin groan and Y/n slowly pulled away as the grip on her hair loosened.

“So perfect and so good for me,” the ginger mumbled as Y/n used one of the discarded shirts on the floor and wiped her mouth before Yunjin pulled her up to her feet. The girl stood between her legs, their fingers hooked and she guided Y/n back into her lap. Her hand reached to Y/n’s face, cupping her cheek and using her thumb to run over her wet lips. “You’re the prettiest and best girl I’ve had in my life.” She pecked Y/n’s lips with that and the girl shook her head with a small smile. 

“Don’t say that.” It warmed her too much and then hurt twice as much when she became the prettiest and most hated girl she’s ever had in her life. 

“Why not? It’s the truth.” 

“Just don’t, you have so many other women in your life you should put first.” Y/n refused to believe again that Yunjin would ever even consider putting her first. That was why she knew better than to say those words herself to the ginger, knowing that she would never be able to put Yunjin first either. That had always been a problem and that had always been a reason to give up and try again because what if?

The longer she stared at Yunjin’s gazing like star eyes that were sparkling the harder it got to say no to being her perfect, pretty, and best girl. The easier it got to accept the fact that within a few months, she would be pretty, but far from perfect and best. 

“I only want to put you first because I have you right here.”

“Don’t be selfish when it comes to me.” 

Yunjin chuckled, but maybe she was aware that Y/n would never truly belong to her and she would never truly belong to Y/n. They belonged to the hungry sharks that swam past their sinking bodies, trashing them and disturbing the peace that they felt in drowning, but they weren’t allowed to die in peace when it came to their love. 

Words made moments more memorable at times, but actions made them bearable and so Y/n leaned in and kissed the older girl. It felt right to be more than sinking stars and be able to be hungry sharks for each other. Yunjin’s hands gripped onto the girl's ass, fingertips digging into the lissom flesh while pulling Y/n’s smaller body closer to her. 

Among a sea where they were prey, they were also predators, but only to each other. That carnal desire struck as they wanted to dig into each other’s skin and colour the ocean red with love. Their flesh was tender for each other, unlike the tough exterior that they had on for everyone else. It made it so much easier to devour and dwell in as it tasted of greedy passion that was only reserved for the other. 

Y/n moaned and gasped into Yunjin’s mouth, their tongues tangling and sucking each other in. Nails scratched along the side of Yunjin’s neck while another worked her semi-hard length back to life. It got past a stage of just love and went to a stage that mixed with desires stronger than love, more dangerous because it hurt much more after. 

They pulled away to move onto the middle of the bed again and Y/n pushed Yunjin down, getting on top of the older. She grabbed hold of her hard cock that was throbbing in her hold, the heat between her legs strong as the feline ached for release. Yunjin watched Y/n lift her hips, her eyes falling on the girl’s slick tiny cunt and her stomach flexed as the younger ran her bulbous tip through her folds. 

Y/n bit her tongue and guided the tip to her entrance as the other girl held onto her hips to provide her more support. It made her groan at the familiar tightness she slowly got engulfed in while Y/n let out a faint gasp at the painful stretch. “Oh fuck.” The feline whimpered while slowly sinking and being filled up by the thickness and length that entered her raw. 

“You can take it, you’re doing so well, doll.” Yunjin encouraged, her hands caressing the girl’s hips while her eyes went between Y/n’s face which was somewhere between pleasure and pain and the girl’s pink little pussy that her cock was too big for. Her eyes eagerly watched as she disappeared inside the girl, splitting her folds while being slowly sucked into such tightness that she had to try extra hard to not reach her peak right away. “My pretty girl.” She continued, the praises easing Y/n’s mind from the uncomfortable feeling as she, at last, eased Yunjin's cock fully inside her while heaving for air that she had held in. 

She pulled Y/n down to kiss away the shaky breath that left her lips, waiting for the girl on top to start and set the pace to not accidentally hurt her. “I love you,” she whispered against her lips, her palm caressing the side of Y/n’s neck while her other hand gripped onto the girl’s ass who slowly moved her hips back and forth. Their lips came back together in a wet kiss with desires that were difficult to hold back. “So much, love you so much.” Her words weren’t falling deaf, they were digging their way into flesh and Y/n’s heart after not hearing them for two months. 

Y/n’s forehead rested against Yunjin’s, her hair falling around them, covering everything, and nothing from the surface ever went below except them. Her panting breaths mixed with Yunjin’s breaths who moved her hand from Y/n’s neck to push back some of her hair. 

“You don’t hate me, do you?” The words couldn’t help but intrude in this moment but they were still lingering inside her, swimming in a pool of all the things Yunjin had ever said to her. The sweet things could never win against the small portion of words that left her insecure in deep waters where security was the only thing that could keep her alive. 

“I could never hate you.” Only in the moment was she capable of hate and Y/n knew it because the feline for a second hated Yunjin for lying once again, for making yet another promise she would break. 

“I love you, Jen.” She pecked her lips after, sealing them for the moment. 

Y/n pulled back with her words, the discomfort not being as prominent as her walls adjusted to the dick that was a big fit for her, being smaller than her ex-girlfriend when it came to proportion. The bulge was evidence of the situation as Y/n’s nails dug into Yunjin’s stomach for support.

She raised her hips, rolling them back down with a gasp and repeating the movements, each time coming down with a new ferocity as they were somewhere between expressing their deep love and taking out the leftover anger at the bottom of the bottle, drop by drop falling from the tip and mixing with everything else they had ever spilled. 

“Fuck, Y/n, you’re doing so good taking and riding me,” her hand ran up and cupped one of the girl's breasts, fitting it in her palm with ease and groping at it. Feeling over her body to take in the curves she knew she would be able to draw with her eyes closed. Every little detail of Y/n’s body, Yunjin knew and loved. 

The sopping sounds started to occupy the room, the girl’s moans, whines, and whimpers grew louder and mixed with Yunjin’s heavy breaths and grunts. She could feel every inch of the girl inside her, the way her cock twitched every time she clasped around her more and let out sounds. The stretch felt painful, but in a good way, knowing that Yunjin was too big for her and would always perfectly crush her smaller body until she was trembling. They both loved the feeling, Y/n loved how full she felt with Yunjin and Yunjin loved how she overfilled the smaller girl, how Y/n’s stomach bulged and how tight her pussy was and how she always tried her best to take everything. 

It was hard to prevent and so Yunjin started to meet the girl’s thrust, their skin slapping against each other echoing in the room and bouncing off the walls with all the other sounds. Her fingers played with the girl’s hard nipple, fondling her breast while getting lost in the strong current of feelings and emotions that dragged her. Her eyes stuck on Y/n’s skin which was flawless and perfect, the moonlight casting its light on her as it always complimented her the best. Her cock dragged along the clasping walls, making the younger’s thighs tense up, thrusting and hitting the spots just for Y/n.

“Feels good, I love how you touch me,” Y/n whined, her hands holding onto Yunjin’s tense thighs that flexed with each thrust. 

“You look so fucking good, Y/n–you take my dick so well, doll.” She huffed at the feeling of Y/n’s wet cunt who threw her head back while increasing her pace to a deeper one. Her clit was throbbing and her walls pulsating around the scalding dick, her ass colliding with Yunjin’s thighs each time she went down, gyrating her hips in a perfect rhythm that was making her and the older girl’s back arch. 

“I need more, Jen, please.” Y/n whimpered, their bodies moving like waves that perfectly collided with the shore, but it wasn’t enough for the girl. She needed more and Yunjin could provide more. She needed the waves to collide with sharp tone ruins that made the water splash everywhere. Yunjin always knew when to give just enough and when to give more than enough and make everything overflow. They knew how to sink and go down together. 

She gripped hold of Y/n’s hips, stopping the girl, their eyes landed on each other as they were both heaving for breath at how intense it felt. It made Y/n hold back a whimper when she moved off of Yunjin with the older one manhandling her to lay down on the bed. The sheets were cold under her warm body, the two covered in a faint sheen of sweat and her body with ease got pinned under the other. 

“How much do you want it, pretty?” Yunjin questioned as she lay down between the girl’s legs. Her cock rested heavily against Y/n’s thigh, her arms trapping Y/n in her bubble of air as they were on each side of her head. The strands of hair tickled Y/n’s prominent collarbones who could feel the heat radiate off of Yunjin and onto her body, the scent getting much stronger with how they were steaming and so close to one another. Body against body with nothing in between. 

“There’s nothing I want more–nothing more than you.” Y/n breathed out, their lips mingling and falling into a dance at last as they swallowed each other whole once more. One dance wasn’t enough, nothing would ever be enough. The ginger brushed her tongue over Y/n’s lips, slipping it past them, pushing her slick muscle against Y/n’s, wanting to taste more than the tender flesh on the outside but on the inside too. Her one hand went down between them as she guided her throbbing tip towards Y/n’s desperate entrance. 

The intensity increased tenfold when she slowly pushed in, kissing Y/n with more need to steal her breath when she gasped into her mouth. The younger wrapped her arms around Yunjin’s back, making her exhale deeply through her nose at the nails that slowly started to dig into the skin. 

Teeth dug into Yunjin’s lower lip when she in one fluid motion pushed her length fully inside Y/n who dropped her head to the pillow after. Her fingers found the girl’s swollen clit as she started to move her hips, rolling them in and out, providing deep thrusts that made the bed squeak and Y/n hold on tighter to not move with each thrust into her small hole. 

Whiny moans high in pitch left the feline’s mouth at the pleasure that started to course much stronger within her. Her walls clenched around the cock that was pistoning in and out of her, the moans hard to contain or keep down. Nails dragged down the pale skin of Yunjin’s back that flexed with each deep thrust, being a reminder of their love for after they would be done because their love was always present. 

“I’m close, Jen, you feel too good.” 

“Fuck—I’m gonna fill you up, doll, give you everything. Fill your tiny little pussy with my cum.” 

She dug her teeth into Y/n’s shoulder, eyes closing at the sounds that were filling her ear. Her hips pulled away before slamming back into the tight confines. The sounds grew loud, a bit too loud, but everything grew muffled to them. Her skin slapped against Y/n’s, the sounds were lewd and wet, erotic, her balls colliding with Y/n who was mewling under her and clawing at her back as she was trying to get more even if it was too much already. Her tip occasionally hit the girl’s cervix as she managed to fill her to the brim. 

Y/n gasped, her back arching and chest pushing into Yunjin who raised her head to watch the girl’s face that contorted into a blissful pleasure with her lips parted, head thrown back and eyes closed. She bunched up the pillow cover in her fist, speeding up her pace and making Y/n cry out at the way her insides were being drilled by Yunjin. Her moans turned into gasps for air as her orgasm was starting to wash over her with her body growing in heat. 

“Fuck, fuck, Jen–” It was blinding the girl on top who continued going at a fast speed that made her breathing heavy and throaty, a primal need to dominate the girl and to claim her right back as hers. There was something enthralling about watching the way Y/n was getting filled by her, her body moving with each thrust while desperately trying to stay in place despite not going anywhere because Yunjin held her in place. 

Y/n’s body tensed up, arching and pulling Yunjin closer to her as her walls fluttered around the cock that was splitting her in the best way possible. All control floated away as the waves hit her one after another, her thighs quivering from the intense orgasm, her nails running along Yunjin’s back to hold on and have her close to her. It made her ears ring and eyes roll, only the older one being able to see the pleasure that Y/n went through.

The ginger stopped playing with the swollen and slick clit when Y/n jerked at the touch, burying her face into the crook of the feline’s neck after. The pussy around her cock pulsated with aftershocks and sent her so close to the edge. Her palm pressed against Y/n’s stomach, covering it with just one hand, being able to feel the bulge each time she thrust inside the girl and it was enough to send her mind into a frenzy, imagining how deep inside the smaller girl she was. How Y/n was taking her. 

She pulled out and stuffed her cock as deep as possible one last time, pressing down more onto Y/n’s lower belly as she moaned into her neck before biting down on the skin. Her breaths grew into a high pitch as she came, thick ropes of cum shooting out her tip and each splashing the smaller girl’s walls white as she could feel it all. 

Her arm gave out and Y/n huffed at the weight that landed on top of her body, still panting for air while trying to not get overwhelmed by the big dick and cum overflowing her small cunt. “God, I missed you and this.” She groaned, trying to get back the feeling in her legs. “You did so well for me, doll,” she mumbled, huffing for air while planting soft kisses over Y/n’s neck. 

“I can’t breathe, Jen,” Y/n winced.

Yunjin exhaled deeply and weakly rolled over, her chest heaving as it felt like she was being dragged down into the bed, sinking deeper than she had before while she stared at her ceiling that got further away and blurrier the further she sank. It didn’t feel right for a second as her body was humid with sweat with no warmth, but it was all fixed when Y/n moved her body and hugged around her waist, her head resting on her shoulder as she curled up to Yunjin’s body. 

Suddenly it felt right as they drowned together.

She reached for the duvet that was thrown aside on the bed and draped it over their lower bodies. Her arms wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders and she pulled the smaller girl closer to her as she hugged her to provide safety even where it felt like it was dangerous. They were chained together in a box filled with anchors that would make sure that they stayed down and with each other. 

It felt right even though something would always be wrong. 

“You’re mine, right?” She questioned, craning her neck to look at Y/n who raised her head the best she could from how she was entombed in Yunjin’s arms. 

“Always,” she whispered and closed her eyes at the lingering kiss that Yunjin left on her forehead. That was reassurance of how it was fine, it was home, but something would always be off, disturbing them because something would always be wrong with the fact that they were drowning in their home. 

“Can you say that one thing?” Yunjin asked, staring into the distance that her ceiling didn’t have, but her eyes imagined. 

Y/n hummed, confused about what she meant. 

Yunjin was waiting for reassurance of how it felt right and wrong at the same time. “About the fish.” She prompted, her hand coming into Y/n’s hair as she tenderly played with it, running her fingers through it and feeling the girl in her arms because she truly was there. Y/n’s tired voice mumbled the words that would drive them both to sleep in the warmth of water filling their lungs while also burning. 

“I’m like a fish that drowns, I’m at home in water, but something is wrong even though everything else feels right. I know that I would die if I wasn’t here. I know that this is my only home, but there will always be something wrong with the fact that I drown even when I’m at home.”

masterlist

[jade-jini]

you said thoughts on gp!reader?? pls… no one writes enough of it on here, i feel like the subbiest idols in my humble opinion get written as doms sometimes. totally get the appeal but i need a little sprinkle of dom reader for us wlw switches </3

like i feel like yunjin would ride a strap like crazy idk 😵‍💫

(Oh no you’re so real because did you see that video of her at the airport with this outfit? she was moving her hips and Omg)

I just know that woman can ride you insanely good. Whether is g!p or your strap, she’s gonna move like you can really feel it lol. Yun is so into pleasuring her partner that’s why. She’s gonna make sure to give you a show when riding you. Of course it only gets better once she’s closer to her orgasm. She goes “oh my god oh my god oh my god…” while grabbing your shoulders, fucking herself on your cock fast as you helped her, grabbing her hips and impaling her on your length like she doesn’t need to ever walk again.

Yunjin switches from sobbing to giggling, when you hit the right spot inside her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head with her mouth open. “Fuck yes, right thereee…” she says in between trembling giggles and you know your girl is losing it (in the good way).

She’s so into teasing you in public, she’d be talking about something she’s genuinely passionate about (you know how Jen gets really into the subjects) with somebody and her hand would “accidentally” go too high up your thigh, brushing your member, and you have to pretend nothing happened. Of course she compensates you, taking you somewhere private and giving you a handjob while she focus on your face with that pretty Fuckin smile of hers, loving knowing she’s the one who makes you feel this good, who knows your body this good.

Babygirl is loud by nature, I’m not saying she can’t keep quiet, but what’s the fun on that? That’s why even if you tease each other, you prefer to actually keep it inside your room and when nobody else is at the dorm. Of course your friends know when you’re gonna get it ‘cause you act a little extra excited about spending alone time with your girlfriend. Running downstairs almost tripping as you say your goodbyes to the other girls.

“Good luck on your activities today, have fun guys. We love youuu” Yunjin said hugging Manchae as everybody was on their way out.

“And call us when you’re on your way home!” You reminded them, and prayed they don’t forget that ‘cause you weren’t planning on getting caught making Yunjin moan and scream and-

“Don’t worry, we will, byeee!” Sakura said, looking at you suspiciously as she took the other girls out of the dorm.

“Come here, babygirl.” You said, pushing the tall girl against the door, kissing her and getting between her legs, feeling her giggle against your lips as she started undoing your shirt. But…

“Don’t take your clothes off yet, open the door.” You heard Chaewon said from outside, and you quickly separated, letting the girl enter the place again. “Just making sure, NO fucking on the couch.” You gasped, both of you blushing as being read so easily.

“Unnie! What makes you think we’re-“ you tried acting offended but please bro that’s your friend.

“Ah-Ah! No fucking on the couch I said!”

“Yunjin unnie is getting it, isn’t she?” Eunchae asked her older sister, while they were looking at the front, waiting for their leader to come back.

“I am not having this talk with you, kid.” Sakura said, with an unbothered face.

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A little short I know sorry- I might update it a bit eventually! Once I’m happy with it I’ll take this little note out but for now I think this is good enough to post it lol

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering CEDH Edition: Mana Confluence

Author's note: insert funny self-deprecating joke here to appeal to the audience

"Hey, Um Hiro can I ask your advice on something," Connor asked me stuttering.

"You're asking your youngest friend for advice. Well, then you must be desperate. I am not judging let's see how I can hopefully help," I respond.

"Well it's about Yunjin..." Connor begins

"Oh yeah that reminds me, did you get my photocards signed," I asked hopeful.

"Yeah," Connor said as he handed me the cards signed by Le Sserafim's ridiculously popular it girl Chaewon.

"Oh sick you used the metallic Sharpies and everything," I smiled

"Yeah, she loved that they were Pokemon cards too," Connor replied.

I smiled but quickly remembered why he approached me.

"While I'd love to marvel at these. I do believe you had a question friend," I reply.

"Oh yeah, it's about Yunjin...I think I have a crush on her," Connor replies and my eyes go wide.

After Connor's fated Gathering with Giselle of Aespa or as she liked to be called by him Aeri. their relationship blossomed significantly. Both Professionally and Personally, which is why Connor found himself sitting with her in the general room of SM Entertainment. They had recruited Connor to do some filming with them after a very strong recommendation from Karina. Which is why Connor is in South Korea instead of New York right now. Connor was discussing various scenes for an upcoming music video for the group with the leader who had taken an interest in Connor. While Connor sits with Karina discussing various aspects of filming she breaks the flow of conversation to take a detour into something more personal.

“Okay Infinite sounds good, but I have something to ask,” Karina says to Connor, when she uses Connor's discord tag Connor knew it was serious/ or personal.

“ Karina we have been through this you can call me Connor in real life, but yeah what’s up?” Connor says and asks in return.

“It’s about Giselle. She has been in distress recently due to some comments on social media.” Connor scratched his head. Mean comments were par the course for any person in the public eye. Seeing his skepticism, and with Karina being the great leader she handed him a phone with some of the comments. he read them and watched in terror as they went from a little nippy to downright vile. he winced

“See. Someone who isn’t a part of this or her leader needs to talk to her. Maybe a close friend” Karina suggested confidently

he sighs, “I am not good at these types of things. I am much better suited to hyping her up.” is his follow-up. Karina holds firm

“Sorry, but you are the oldest you have to take responsibility. Also hyping her up is probably what she needs right now.” Karina says with a sly smile. So he sucks it up.

Later in the day after completing his shoot for Le Sserafim, he heads back to the SM building. On his way out of Yunjin, the Le Sserafim vocalist approaches him. Her bright hair billowing as she saunters over, “Hey Jen. Connor says to her.”

“Hey, Connor! how’s my fellow American?” Yunjin aka Jenifer asked

“Oh, you know getting busy living before I get busy dying,” Connor responds

“Good, good. Oh by the way we should like hang out. You seem cool enough and I need someone who isn’t a part of all this (She gestures around herself.).Plus I don’t often get the chance to interact with Americans out here so it’s great to see more.” Jen says. Connor laughs

“Jennifer, I am Korean as well … you remember that right? Also, are you asking me out? Because it sounds like it.” Connor teases while raising an eyebrow.

Jen laughs and says, “Yeah I know Who knows maybe.” He responds in kind and goes on his way. He arrives in time just before Aespa leaves for the end of the day. The girls look exhausted, especially Giselle who looks miserable. When Giselle sees Connor her eyes brighten.

“Friday Night Magic?” Giselle asks hopeful

Connor nods and Winter sighs relieved. “Ugh, you have no idea how annoying she’s been about it. Please take her. Maybe beat her again.” laughs ring out from all present.

“I don’t know she’s gotten a lot better.” Connor quips

“Only because you throw the most insane things at me,” Giselle said.

“You’re lucky you’re playing against me and not my friend Dexter.” Connor chides. Aeri looks at Connor with surprise.

“Oh and what does he play, and why haven’t I?” Aeri inquired

“Some evil and powerful stuff( Mostly in Temur Connor doesn't mention this but I am because it will be relevant later). Also to answer your second question…he doesn’t like coming out of his zone, but we may be able to coax him out later as he also likes K-pop as well.” Connor explains and replies.

Connor laughs as the duo gets into his car. He is careful to appear extra staff like today because one of the comments read “Who is that Dumb looking redhead? Is that her boyfriend.” (Connor has vibrant red hair…again will be relevant later). When they get into the car Connor is silent for a moment as the comments he saw earlier rush through his head along with Karina’s charge to him. He could see Giselle fidgeting with various parts of her bag while she got in.

“Yo Aeri. Are you okay? I saw some comments the other day that were less than on your recent comeback and wanted to check in to make sure you are doing alright.” Connor asks casually

Giselle sighed. “Can we not talk about it?” She asked. Connor nods. he knows from experience that this can’t end well but he lets it go for the time being. He wanted Aeri to be comfortable. He knows what it was like to have a well-meaning friend pry into your life. He sends a reassuring smile at Aeri and drives to the shop.

When They arrive Aeri smiles weakly, the Talk about her, Her weight her personality finally cracks her and she breaks. before entering Aeri looks at Connor with a serious face. “I can’t do this Connor. Can we do something else tonight?” He nods giving a thumbs up to his friend. She smiles sincerely this time. He takes her to a K-BBQ place that He wants to try. She is elated (I get it food is the easiest way to ease the soul.) to get into said Korean BBQ place. Surprise, surprise guess who’s waiting there is Jen and her unnie Sakura. Sakura is the first to notice Connor. Her eyes are always scanning and when she sees him, she squints, and then her eyes go wide and she smiles. “Oh Oppa come on over,” Sakura says giddily. Connor smiles and walks over with Aeri. Sakura shakes Yunjin who still hasn’t noticed Connor yet Letting her know their table is ready.

“Hey, Jen. Hey Kkura.” Connor says pleasantly. Jen turns around and her eyes go wide

“Ah, what?” she yells excitedly. Connor waves and Aeri smiles.

“Ah, you just couldn’t stay away from me.” Jen teases. Connor goes to introduce Aeri but Jen says “Dude we already know Aeri.” he nods and sits with them.

“you guys came just in time. It was originally supposed to be all five of us but Eunchae, Kazuha, and Chaewon unnie bailed on us.” Jen said as Aeri and Connor nodded and sat with them. Jen looked at Connor with just the happiest smile and brightest eyes, she turned to Aeri and said to her, “Hey Giselle Unnie. You look great today, but if I remember correctly I thought you were supposed to be hanging out with Connor tonight..alone.” Connor notices that Jen is not giving him his proper honorific which is weird since she is doing it for everyone else. he wonders if that’s personal like he has done something to upset her.

“Oh well it’s just a lot going on you know?” before Aeri could continue the waitress came to the table with menus. While Aeri and Jen talk Connor chats to Sakura and informs her of what’s going on discretely.

She looks at him and then Aeri with wide eyes full of concern. After he finishes she says to him, “Oh don’t worry about it I’ll talk to her.

Connor nods his head and says “Now don’t mention anything directly just try to make her feel comfortable.” Sakura puts her index finger to his lips.

“Allow me to work my magic,” Sakura says politely. Connor shrugs.

“Ah, what are you two whispering about?” Jen says suspicious of the two.

“Oh, Oppa and I were just discussing how amazing Giselle’s performances have been. She has been improving so much.” he nods excitedly eager to get the heat off himself. Both Aeri and Jen look at Connor confused. When the waitress rearrives at the table they order. Connor orders with Jen and Aeri with Sakura. He moves after ordering in his seat as he sits across from Sakura who looks around his neck area. “Hey oppa what’s that.” he noticed she was pointing toward his Gingaman tattoo on the right side of his collar that was slightly sticking out. he moves your shirt collar to show Sakura. Sakura looks at it for a moment… Aeri begins to chuckle.

“is that the starbeast sword?” she says between chuckles. Connor nods, and her chuckles grow to full laughs

“I knew I recognized it,” Sakura says with a smile. The two Japanese ladies begin to converse in the original tongue while Connor and Jen look at each other. they both roll their eyes when they hear the word American come from the two of them. Connor turns to Jen but she is watching the two girls talk with interest. so He sat “alone”, waiting for the opportunity to speak again. After about ten minutes of order, Aeri speaks to you, “Hey Connor why didn’t you make a Korvold paper deck?”

Connor looks at Aeri confused and answers, “I do have a paper Rocco Caberetti Caterer CEDH deck.”

Now Aeri looked confused asking, “Then how come I have never seen you play it?”

he claps your hands together, and responds “Well It has a lot more bite than Narset Enlightened Exile.” Aeri looks at him confused still.

“What do you mean by more bite?” She asked. This makes Connor realize even for all of her excellent English skills some things don’t translate. Connor tried to figure out how to translate until Jen came to your rescue.

“He means it’s stronger than his other one (she turns to Connor) that is right?” she answers and asks.

Connor’s reply is a simple nod. “in this context I mean it’s less fun to play against, and more geared towards stronger player’s play.” He fully clarifies. Everyone nods to his point, except Sakura who looks at Connor with interest.

Sakura turns to Aeri and asks“ Rocco that name sounds familiar. What’s that from?” Aeri explains to her how they both play Magic The Gathering, and as soon as she says Magic her eyes go wide, and she turns to him. “Oh, Oh, I play that… I played (Sakura snaps her fingers twice for recollection)…

“Arena?” Connor Suggests. Sakura nods

On the phone… yeah I taught Yujin, Yena, and Hyewon. Yujin is good and still plays. She would always complain about someone playing against Rocco. I stopped playing because they kept updating the game too fast but I guess she never did.” You look at Sakura confused, and point to Yunjin (Jen) who also looks at her confused.

“OH YUJin-ah, not YUNjin-ah.” Sakura clarifies and this brings alacrity to everyone present except Connor who forgot about Izone for a moment.

“Wait how do you know Yujin,” Connor asks Everyone looks at him for a moment. It still doesn’t click. A few minutes pass and then he remembers. “Oh right, you used to be in a group together. I completely forgot. Hmm, that’s weird considering how much my roommate loves Izone. He is the one who got me into Magic the Gathering. I got him into K-pop.” Connor says. Everyone present begins to laugh.

Sakura looks at Connor intrigued, “Oh what’s your roommate’s name?”

“Oh Dexter but I call him Dex for short. We also have this crazy guy who's like our little brother named...” Connor answers.

"Hiro is the name you were about to say right," Sakura asks. Connor nods

"Yeah, Chaewon mentioned him and how she signed some K-pop cards for you that were Pokemon cards," Sakura explained. Yunjin's eyes went wide

"Oh so that's who got the Chaewon cards," She replied. Sakura nodded

Aeri snaps her fingers in recognition of the names. After that the food arrives and The group eats and converses about various boring topics I won’t go through the tedium of repeating here. (I am trying to keep this somewhat engaging after all). Afterwards, they finish up Connor pays for the meal. (Like a boss)

“Thanks, Oppa,” Sakura says to Connor and he gives her a thumbs up as he leaves with Aeri.

When they arrive at Aespa’s dorm she smiles and says, “Thank you, Connor. I appreciate it.”

He says “No worries“ as he's going to leave before though can Aeri grabs him.

“Hey Oppa what do you do when you think you’re not good enough?” Aeri asks Connor pleading.

Connor considers her words, he doesn’t often falter for confidence (Like the previously mentioned boss he is). So he has to think for a moment and then respond. “As much as I want to say just be yourself I can’t bring myself to. It boils down to not listening to critiques that aren't genuine. For example, Hiro is always critiquing my work, but it comes not from a place of tearing others down but to refine them. Those I listen to. I don't listen to insincere critiques like "Why did you use that actress she's a fat pig. Those are insults and we don't listen to them. Eventually, you'll get better. besides didn't you have the least amount of training of your group? I wouldn't worry about the criticisms too much,” Aeri looks at Him and smiles.

“Okay, I will keep that in mind.” She says as she smiles and leaves. He drives his little blue rental back to his hotel to get ready to fly back home.

Two weeks later Connor’s back to work filming with Le Sserafim for promotions in the States. The staff and the girls for the most part are kind and gentle people. Connor enjoys working with them. As he is finishing up for day 1 Jen corners him along with Sakura. “Hey, you’re pretty good at Magic right?” Jen asks. Connor nods. “Good then can you teach us? Giselle has been trying to get us to learn because she wants people she can play with besides Yujin, and Sakura doesn’t remember how to play.” Connor strokes his chin.

“That’s a lot of work. Like a lot of work.” He explains.

The girls smile at him and Jen says, “Well then it’s good we are going to be together for a few weeks.” Connor sighs.

“Okay then, but if we do this… we are doing it my way. Do you understand?” Connor asserts.

Both Kkura and Jen nod.

“Okay well then first things first set aside 250$ each. I want you both to be able to build both fun and functional decks so I need you to do that. I also want you both, if you haven’t already download mtg Arena and just play with what they give you. This will be the easiest way to teach the basics and give you both a net of general play styles you enjoy. Please for the love of God Almighty do not spend any money on the app. You are both too inexperienced to know what’s worth purchasing and will not have fun in the long haul. please don’t be like me. Dexter tried to warn me but I didn’t listen. Also, I feel like I should mention this check out Dice Try’s YouTube channel and watch the videos on shards and wedges it will give you all a very clear view of what each one is about, and potentially what you align with,” Connor says before both nodded and leave for the day. After that Connor finished packing up all of his cameras, and other film gear and went home.

When he got home he got a discord call from Scorpion-love-00. “Hey Connor I need your help. We need a third for our commander game.” Connor (who hates 3-player games) sighs and responds

“Skippy you know how I feel about three-player games.”

Scorpion responds, “I know but we just need a third to change up gameplay, at least for tonight.” this turns out to be untrue as for the next two weeks you are playing arch-enemy against Scorpion and her new friend Ujinnie… Sometimes there’s a random 4th that joins. Who’s good but also kind of non-verbal (It’s me…I am that person, but I haven’t officially met Aeri, or Yujin yet, but spoilers it’s me… the narrator. Or it's another character you will meet later who plays Esper shenanigans) Connor tries not to be annoyed as his off time is becoming dominated by mtg. Eventually, he ropes his roommate; Dexter, who was a magic savant in his eyes.

this makes the experience more fun for everyone involved. Your friend hit it off with Giselle, and Ujinnie when she can play as well. Which was funny because were at each other’s throats at first. This would lead to one of the later “game nights” when Connor invites Dex, and me to Help with filming. Which brings us back to the present.

"So you like Yunjin...what about Aeri," I ask inquisitively

"Aeri and I get along great but it feels like she's my sister at times," Connor replies. I nod

"Well my take is that you figure out your feelings first, but I am also aware that honestly, you may just be in love with Yunjin," I reply. Connor nods and then says, Also thank you for helping me film fearless Kura when the girls come out here," Connor said. I looked at him blinked thrice and replied

"What do you mean help?"

"You are going to help with deck building and filming of course," Connor replied. I blinked again trying to process the insane information being thrown my way. I a rando would be helping Megastar Sakura Miyawaki film Magic the gathering content.

"Um Okay sure," I reply as I give Connor a thumbs up

A few days later we all arrived at the film location. As we set up with their decks the Fimmies + Giselle approached us surprised. “Oh, Connor Oppa who is this?” Sakura asked as she approached.

“Oh, this is Dexter. My friend who is a director and also a camera guy. He is good at mtg, and the other is Hiro...We don't know his real name just his social media handle. He is also really good at MTG super versatile as a player as well. We were playing together against Aeri and this girl named Ujinnie Yesterday and it was late so I figured they could help me today.” Connor clarified

Dexter and I looked up when we heard our names called before quickly going back to work.

“Wait is he the one who goes by Stealth Dragon Daihouzan?” Aeri asked pointing at Dexter

Connor shakes his head. I raise my hand, "No that's me," I reply to them. Connor looks at me surprised

"why didn't you say anything," Connor asked.

"I didn't think anything of it. I just play the game, and you guys were almost always online when I wanted to play," I replied shocked I was playing with my friend and two K-pop stars.

“Oh Yunjin ah ask him your question," Sakura replies Connor feels a pang of Jealousy as he watches Jen smile as she goes up to me. while Dexter and I on the other hand are focused on setting up the set.

“Oh, so your Daihouzan... Can I call you something shorter," Jen asks. I nod and reply "Hiro" Jen smiles at this point I notice Connor's sour look (His poker face was good I just knew how to read him specifically) I have heard a lot about you.”Jen exclaims

I nod and respond skeptically, “That's potentially worrying, but ah what the heck, how can I help you?”

“So I love typal decks and Aeri says you’re scary good at building them”

I cringe as Dexter looks at Yunjin hesitantly (we both dislike the term typal for various reasons), and then we look at Connor for guidance. Connor gives the thumbs up, and I respond, “What creature typer were you thinking and how do you want to play it?”

“I want an aggressive angel deck in white red black,” Yunjin responds. I sigh exasperatedly and die a little on the inside before he responds. Connor knew what I was about to recommend and he knew how much I hated to do so.

“Then you’re probably going to want to run Kaalia of the Vast,” I say dejectedly. Connor knows that was hard for him because I hated Kaalia so to see him suggest that for Jen made Connor laugh uncontrollably Envy fading into the back of his mind.

Jen was confused “What’s wrong with Kaalia?” She asked noticing the shift in atmosphere between her friend and his buddies.

“Nothing I just have a personal vendetta since my friend whom, I first played a lot against played her a lot, and well I was not a fan. She is wildly powerful but also super obnoxious,” I responded

Aeri's eyes narrowed at me looked at me and replied “You have a weird idea of obnoxious. I complained so much about your Omnath locus of creation deck,( Aeri doesn’t explain this but for those who are curious it’s The 4 color nonblack one, and one of my signature decks)” Connor watches as Dexter laughs, as he finishes setting up to face Kkura.

“Well to be fair I also did beat up on her because she was playing Yuriko, but the reason she is probably more upset is that she may be an enfranchised player, but she isn't entrenched,” Dexter responds. Connor looks at Dexter disappointed knowing the ensuing conversation that would follow.

“Listen just because you run free mana spells, lotuses, and og duals does not make you a better player,” Connor says to Dexter

“No, what makes me a better player is that I no-life this game. Same with Hiro,” Dexter responded which caused a laugh from all present Except Jen. Jen looked at him with surprise.

“No-life the game?” she said with her near trademarked confused face.

“Oh, Yunjin-ah he just means that mtg is the only game he plays,” Sakura responded

“That and Hunt Showdown.” Dexter clarifies. He lifts his sleeve to show his tattoo from the mentioned game.

"I play Warframe, and Monster Hunter," I interject

“Oh, that’s cool. so the two of you must be good,” Jen responds.

Dexter and I laugh knowing being "really good" is relative

Connor smiles as he looks at his friends getting along so well together. after finishing up chatting with the Fimmies Connor, Dexter, and I went to finish getting ready for the shoot. the shoot proceeds smoothly, and after the shoot; Connor, Dexter, Jen, Aeri, Kkura, and I go to hang out.

“So we saved our 250$ Connor,” Jen says to Connor after the shoot. Dexter and I begin to laugh in his seat while Connor is driving. He sighs knowing the two of them are going to have to help them learn the game in earnest.

“Hey before you do this. have you two thought of turning this in content? like YouTube videos. I know Sakura has her YouTube channel and this could be a funny episode.” Dexter suggested absent-minded Sakura looked at the Native Alaskan/Russian and her eyes widened.

Two weeks days later Jen, Aeri, Connor, Dexter, Sakura, and I were all on the set of Sakura’s YouTube (Fearless Kkura, which will become the interchangeable name for her now) channel which today happened to be a Studio that Dexter and Connor found. Dexter is acting as an assistant director for the episode, but also helping Kkura learn her deck. We all had input in construction. I was in charge of making playable mana bases because I never falter in those. Kkura is a bit distracted looking at Dexter’s shirt. It was Godzilla Vs. Great Ape Vegeta. “Okay so after you get a good mill chain going you’re going to want to start reanimating your big threats,” he said with a relaxed smile. Connor knows that Dexter loves Le Sserafim Sakura was his bias (Mine as you probably assumed is Chaewon) so he is trying his best here to not fanboy. Despite his worries, Connor sees he’s doing well. He’s relaxed. Jen and Aeri sneak up behind him.

“They have really good chemistry, Just like us,” Aeri says. Connor turns around surprised to see his two friends leaning against each other as they watch Dexter and Sakura discuss plans.

“Yeah, Kkura unnie likes his vibe,” Jen said with a bit of a laugh.

“Yeah, Dexter is a good guy,” Connor says.

“Oh, that reminds me. How’d you meet him Oppa?” Aeri asks. Connor notices Jen’s confused look at Aeri as she walks back to the table. Again he wonders if you did something to annoy Jen causing her issue with the honorifics.

“Oh that’s easy we are roommates in college and now kinda permanently. He also helped me get through some really bad times by being like an older brother to me,” he responded

“Oh, how old is he?” Aeri asks.

“he’s Eunbi's age,” Connor replied

“Oh wow, I guess he is an Oppa too. It’s so weird he and Kkura unnie feel younger.” Giselle states

"Wait how old is Hiro then," Yunjin asks. I happened to be walking by doing set up and casually said

"I am a month and 13 days older than Kkura," as I spoke I moved other cameras to where they needed to go. Yunjin smiled

"Thanks, oppa," Yunjin said. I gave her a thumbs-up as I continued on my way

“Well I don’t know Kkura that well but I do know Dexter, and that stems from his immense sincerity. Out of all of the players I know who play MTG, I have only seen two that embody a wedge and he is one of them. He plays a lot of simic x color decks but he is Naya boy through and through in terms of mentality and temperament.” Connor explains

Aeri laughs, “You know I see that. He is so focused and meticulous but also extremely kind-hearted and empathetic.”

“Also and you didn’t hear this from me, his best deck is not Maelstrom Wanderer but his Zaccama deck that's the real killer. That deck is nasty to play against.” Connor adds

“Oh really that’s surprising I would have figured it would have been Maelstrom based on Yujin’s complaints.” Aeri jokes

"Nope! Gishath has all of his crazy cards," I said as I walked past again

"Like what," Aeri asked

"Og duals, fast mana, and free spells," Connor explained

As I walked by again Yunjin grabbed me. "Stand still, will ya," she teased

"What's up," I asked

"No we just want you here as you're our friend too now," Aeri replied. My eyes went wide and my throat became dry.

"So you play green black blue right?" Aeri asked and I nod

"You helped with Kkura's deck right," Yunjin asked I nodded again

"What would be your pointers for helping us against Kkura's Kess dissident Mage deck," they both asked. I shrugged and replied.

"Most of your all's decks are commander-centric. so consistently removing said commander is going to be your best bet." the girls nodded and then turned to Connor

"So what about you guys' decks since you guys haven't shown us what y'all are playing," Yunjin said

"Wait we are playing? I thought the decks we built were just meant to be alternates," Connor and I asked

Aeri looked at Yunjin who just realized she spoiled the surprise.

"Yeah you guys are playing this episode," Aeri explained annoyed, "It was supposed to be a surprise but I guess the cat is out of the bag now," I nodded and took a step back then at Connor. a billion thoughts raced through my head but instead of worrying about them I just locked in on work. Yunjin dragged me off to have me help her get microphoned and Giselle dragged Connor with her

Connor and Giselle watch Dexter, Sakura, Yunjin and I all interact. "Crazy group we have," she said. Connor nods

"Yeah crazy to think it's been almost two months since we became friends," Connor states

"Yeah you're the older brother I always wanted," Aeri says. Connor winces a little before saying,

"Thanks" Connor replies

"Wait did I say something wrong," Giselle asked

"No I just didn't know what we were and this I guess is confirmation," Connor replies taking a page out of my book and scratching his head.

"Dude...Yunjin has your heart. I see the way you look at her. You should go for her. She is so smitten with you and would love it," Aeri says.

A huge wave of relief washes over Connor as he looks at Yunjin who is currently teasing me over the signed Chaewon card on my phone case

"Wait Hiro do you have a crush on Chaewon unnie," Yunjin says teasingly

I scowl at her and consider my response carefully, " I think all of you are super talented and I love all of Le Sserafim equally besides Eunchae, and that's only because I feel weird saying I love a minor," Yunjin laughs

"You're so silly. You and Chaewon will hit it off so well," Yunjin says

"Wait really," I say excited my mask slipping.

"So you do like her," Yunjin said victoriously. I sighed and nodded.

"No worries. I think she'll like you too. Now where did you get this card of Chaewon, and do they make one for all of us," Yunjin asked me. I nodded and replied

"Yeah there's this guy on Instagram who makes the cards, They're super cool. I can get one for all of you guys," I reply

"Oh that would be so cool," Yunjin says as we finish getting microphoned. Giselle and Connor laugh as they watch my stumbling and go over to a similar scene playing between Sakura and Dexter.

“So I hear you are a Wizone. Who was your bias?” Kkura asked Dexter intently

“Eunbi-noona I love her personality,” Dexter says flatly trying again not to Fanboy too hard

Sakura groans, “Really? Ugh”

“Wait wait wait. Aren’t you going to ask my Le Sserafim Bias?” Dexter responded realizing he made a mistake.

“Oh let me guess Chaewon?” Kura asks dejected

“While I do think she is cute, nope. It’s Sakura Miyawaki. Maybe you’ve heard of her.” Dexter said teasingly. Sakura began to blush and then lightly hit Dexter’s shoulder.

“We’ll talk after filming,” she said with a glare.

Before the episode started Dexter gave everyone super nice alter/proxies made by the online artist “Atomic Ashes”, but it was then revealed that we would also be in the episode him and he froze. he quickly recovered and got set up next to Kkura.

The Episode starts as we are rushed off the screen.

"Welcome to Fearless Kkura, and today I have some new faces," Sakura says in perfect Korean (I am told it's perfect by Connor who comments on how good it is.)

as Kkura mentions the new faces we are ushered back on screen, along with Yunjin and Aeri

"For those who don't know you all introduce yourself and what we are doing today," Sakura says. Dexter and Connor freeze I don't

"Hi, my name is Hiro these are my partners Dexter and Connor and together we are the Collective called DECOHI Productions. we make short films and other small productions, but I forget what brings us here today maybe Connor can help us out,"

Connor has now thawed and steps up, "Yeah We are here to help Sakura, Giselle, and Yunjin learn Commander, a subsection of Magic The Gathering,"

Dexter now finally calmed builds off of Connor, "Yeah we all helped them build decks and choose their commanders but before that, we have to teach them the basics, and maybe a few tips and tricks so stay tuned," he replies. We step back to the applause of Jen, Kkura, and Aeri.

"Wow great intro," Sakura said "Now let's get into it," she added. The cameras stopped as we moved to another set where there were seats and the other producers and directors asked us to sit.

The cameras start rolling and I lock in again.

"So what are the basics of Magic The Gathering Dexter," Sakura asks

"Well, Kkura the first thing you need to know is that Magic is a game of resources. everything is scare and limited,"

"Until it's infinite," I interject cooly,

"Huh," Yunjin asked confused

"Long story we'll get to that later, Now Connor please tell the lovely ladies about the game basics...Lands that is," I say

Connor and Dexter instantly know what I am doing and start riffing off of me from then on, "Well Magic has 8 card Types as of right now; Battle, Lands, Enchantments, artifacts, Soceries, instants, creatures, and planeswalkers. For commander, you may only have one of each card with a few exceptions. Basic Lands being the first. I think Hiro is best suited to explain the exceptions as he plays to many of the exceptions of MTG," Connor said

I looked at Connor surprised, "What's that supposed to mean," I say

Connor smiles trying to rile me up as he says, "It means you're a cheater,"

"But it's in the rules," I reply

Dexter smugly adds, "Doesn't make it fair,"

"Fair is relative, but I digress. In magic, there is a resource called mana. The easiest way to get it is to play cards like basic lands which tap for one mana usually. These can be played once a turn and tap for one of the 5 colors of Magic," I answer

"Oh this game has colors what are they," Aeri asks

"Oh green white blue black red," I reply, "Each color focuses on something different, and can be attributed to a virtue or vice,"

"Well now you gotta explain which is which," Yunjin said

"Green is Growth and Gluttony. White is Order or Inflexibility. Blue is change/Condescension. Black is Sacrifice or Pride. Red is passion and wrath. These colors can be combined with others to further their in-game strengths or shore up their weakness. the most common for commanders being two or three-color. Connor, Dexter, and I prefer three colors as they are the most consistent and most well-rounded the game has to offer."

"Oh really," Kkura asks, and the three of us nod.

"Well what have you built for us and what are your color combinations," Kkura asks.

"Well, I am blue red White, or nicknamed Jeskai. Jeskai is cunning and calculating but also warm and kind. except on the battlefield so enjoy it now friends because when we enter the field of battle I will crush all my enemies." Connor monologued

Dexter waved humbly and replied, " Red Green white is my combo. it's known for a lot of creature-based value. I like creatures so the combo works for me."

"Oh wow of course you two leave me with the hard job...(I turn to the camera.) Red players" I scoff which gets a laugh out of Kura and Aeri.

"For Sakura, we built a recursion-heavy Kess dissident mage deck that uses the colors Blue, Black Red, and hopes to utilize its graveyard as a second hand to push to an insurmountable advantage. This color combo is commonly known as Grixis. Next, we have Giselle on a White black Green (Abzan) Anafenza of the foremost deck. its goal is to keep the other players honest by limiting the amount of crazy shenanigans they can do. Lastly, we have hot girl Jen with an absolutely hot deck of Dragons and Angels helmed by Kaalia of the vast, red white black deck that seeks to cheat big beefy creatures into play to beat her opponents into submission." I relayed before taking a breath.

Eventually, Sakura asked the Magic words, "What are you playing Hiro?"

"Oh just the best color Combination," I reply.

[da-rulah]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Ahhhh Jen thank you for thinking of me 😭 Oh god, what do I choose?! Okay I'm gonna go in order of my top 5 personal favourites based on their storylines and how fun they were to write, so here goes...

Confessional ~ Copia x F Reader [3 Parts]

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having...

Rituale Septem ~ Terzo x F Reader [8 Parts]

Your faith is shaking; 16 years at the Ministry, and what did you have to show for it? You'd never even heard the Dark One's voice like your Siblings... But what could you do? Well, you could ask the advice of the one person chosen to guide his flock through adversity; Papa Emeritus III. And he has an idea that might work...

The Mayor's Daughter ~ Mary Goore x F Reader [5 Parts, Ongoing]

Mary knew the entire town hated him; the metalhead with the freaky make up and fake blood dripping down his face. He was the local menace, the town vandal, the cliché trouble maker. He played up to that image, enjoyed the havoc and the chaos, revelled in it. He loved pissing people off. And so, what better revenge to get on his beloved town, than to fuck around with the Mayor's daughter…

In Cold Blood ~ Terzo x F Reader [One shot]

Solitude had always appealed. Perhaps that’s why you took on this project… The thought of transforming a dilapidated old Victorian farmhouse into a sanctuary of your own, to live in peace and the romanticisms of a gothic home you fell in love with. After the structural integrity of the house is replenished, you fill your days with DIY and decorating, bringing to life a house that had been frozen in time and left to rot for decades. You could enjoy the solitude of the land already, a few miles outside of a town plagued by disappearances and a fear of the dark. But you couldn’t escape the news of more missing people, nor the strange occurrences happening around your new home. Were you imagining things? Or was there indeed a shadow haunting your sanctuary?

Come Home to Me ~ Secondo x F Reader [One shot]

No one ever thought to question why Papa Emeritus II was such a bitter man. People assumed it was a product of his upbringing, of the pressures being an Emeritus brought him. But they had no idea that years ago, he was a completely different man. A man that you so easily fell in love with... 

It was so hard to choose my favourites, everything I write is so special to me but these one just have the edge...

If you'd like to see what else I've written, I have a masterlist here! 💕

[liesmyth]

Any fiction recommendations? I’ve repeatedly read Locked Tomb, natch. I’d love something similarly brainwork inducing but maybe a touch lighter. Also not fantasy or sci fi…I need something to listen to while I do a ton of chores, and those can be hard (for me) because the unfamiliar proper nouns get confusing. :/

anon!! I'm terrible at reccing anything based on “if you liked TLT” because TLT is like five different genres in a trench coat, but I TRIED (⭐) Here are some brainworm-y recs that aren't sff — where by brainworm-y I mean that they stayed with me for a while after I finished them, but aren't overly confusing. (most of them are books, but available on audio)

Podcasts: a tumblr pal recced me the deviser based on me liking the eldritch elements of tlt; it's short and horror-y, and I really enjoyed it.

I haven't checked out the new TMA yet but I see many TLT peeps who are enjoying it (or S1 of the original The Magnus Archives could be a good entry point if you haven't ever listened to it)

TV: Unfortunately I hardly ever watch live action stuff BUT if you haven't seen either IWTV (the series not the film) or Yellowjackets, I do rec those! There's a lot of overlap between these fans and TLT fandom on my dash. His Dark Materials also goes hard and you might enjoy it (dysfunctional characters! worldbuilding! religious weirdness!) but it has more sff elements than other stuff I've recced. Oddball out of nowhere but The Great is a fun show if you enjoy the meme moments of TLT + people being gleefully horrible + having feelings despite your best intentions

Animanga: Utena (!!!!!) also Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, which occupies a very similar space to TLT in my brain

Books!

✧ I went through my “women unhinged” goodreads shelf and found some books that are avaliable in audio format, and might appeal. These are wildly varied in scope and ngl the criterion was just “at least one person (besides myself) who enjoyed tlt also this book” and the similarities stop there. It's all vibes baby! Still, I tried

my heart is a chainsaw by stephen graham jones (horror, slasher), bunny by mona awad (horror, wildly unhinged), the witching hour by anne rice (horror, gothic)

matrix by lauren groff (historical, lesbian nuns), anything by sarah waters (historical fiction + lesbians), rebecca by daphne du maurier (historical, gothic)

the plot by jean hanff korelitz (litfic, thriller), sadie by courtney summers (thriller, coming of age). anything by gillian flynn (thrillers with terrible women).

✧ I really enjoy Tana French thrillers for the strong sense of place, great prose, and the complete emotional turmoil of her character-centric narratives. If anything sounds up your alley, I enjoyed the witch's elm + dublin murder squad series. They're murder mystery procedural but the messy characters really elevate the novels. Available in audiobook also

✧ American Elsewhere, technically scifi but set in New Mexico. Somehow, cosmic horrors who have taken over a quaint little town and worse! They are enforcing HETERONORMATIVITY upon it! They also have tentacles. The main character rocks

✧ Sundial by Catriona Ward: insane, gripping psychological horror. A mother and her unsettling daughter take a trip to the isolate desert ranch where the main chracter grew up. Surrounded by unsettling science experiments

✧ A Touch of Jen by Beth Morgan: when the parasocial relationship is so strong, it accidentally summons a hellmonster from another dimension

✧ SFF adjacent, sorry, but set in the real world (historical, tho) — Cuckoo Song by Frances Hardinge, a middle grade novel with fairytale elements that gave me more brainworms than any kids book ought to, mostly because I LOVED the main character. She occupies a very similar place in my brain as Gideon does. This is actually the only book on the list that I'm not sure is available in audio format, but if you get a chance and it's up your alley, I'd check it out

I hope there's at least ONE thing you'll like in here! lmk (also. lmk if you don't have access to a way to borrow audiobooks but would like to)

[fictionadventurer]

Austen asks! 4-24

I don't know if you intended this to be inclusive, but I'll answer them all anyway (skipping over the ones that have already been answered).

6. Favorite movie adaptation

The 1995 Sense and Sensibility. To me, it strikes a good balance between being a good adaptation and making the story accessible to audiences that haven't read the book, and it's one of the few that seems to understand Austen's humor and romance.

7. Favorite Austen couple

Anne and Wentworth. Their personalities balance each other perfectly.

8. Least favorite couple

Colonel Brandon and Marianne are so frustrating to me, mostly because of how Austen writes them. They fall victim to the Marian Halcombe Problem--if you spend the whole book showing a man and woman having tons of conversations and developing a good dynamic as equals, I'm not going to believe that he's in love with her sister.

9. Most hated foe of a heroine

Isabella Thorpe is a terrible person, and I can't think of any redeeming qualities or circumstances.

11. Least favorite book

I gained a better appreciation for Sense and Sensibility on my last reread, but it's still definitely Austen's weakest novel.

12. Least favorite Austen heroine

Marianne Dashwood is a realistic teenager, but not someone that I can admire or sympathize with too much.

14. Favorite love confession from the books

Can any Austen fan say anything other than The Letter in Persuasion?

16. Least favorite film adaptation

I hold a grudge against the 2005 Pride and Prejudice, because it did nothing to make me understand the appeal of Austen, and it's a horrible adaptation, but it has such a huge influence on fandom's interpretation of the novel.

Also, every once in a while, I remember the scene in the 2008 Sense and Sensibility where Brandon gives Willoughby a "stay away from my daughter" speech, and I shudder over how creepy it is.

17. Moment that made you sad/cry while reading

Basically any scene of Fanny Price's childhood.

18. Moment that made you smile/happy while reading

Henry Tilney's introduction scene in Northanger Abbey is just pure distilled joy.

19. Moment that made you laugh while reading

I'll never forget the time I laughed out loud in class while reading one of Miss Bates' speeches in Emma.

20. Moment that made you mad while reading

I don't know if I've ever been so mad for a heroine as I was during the scene where the neglected poor, orphaned, outsider Fanny watches everyone fawn over poor, orphaned outsider Mary Crawford.

22. Favorite Austen female casting decision

I love Tamsin Greig as Miss Bates in the 2009 Emma, because I did not imagine her talkativeness as stemming from anxiety, but it was fun to see her played that way and to experience a different interpretation that still felt valid.

I'm also going to take this opportunity to mention that I love Mrs. Jennings and Sir John Middleton in 1995's Sense and Sensibility. I just grin through every scene they're in, and I especially respect them after learning that they were the only cast members that Emma Thompson didn't have to write random extra dialogue for in crowd scenes, because they just naturally knew how to talk like Regency characters.

23. Favorite Austen male casting decision

I love Johnny Lee Miller as Mr. Knightley in 2009 Emma. I don't know if he matches the character in the novel, but I love how he portrayed the dynamic with Emma.

Also, Hugh Laurie as Mr. Palmer in 1995's Sense and Sensibility is perfection. And Greg Wise as Willoughby is beautiful and charming enough to do his job of fooling you into thinking he could be the romantic lead before he proves to be an utter cad.

24. Favorite supporting character

Mrs. Jennings. Hands-down. So vulgar, nosey, and over-the-top, but beneath it all, so kind and friendly and helpful. I love her so much.

[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟧: 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

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chapter warnings: minor cursing, a lot of foreshadowing, heated makeout, making of hickeys & some angst

chapter pairings: lynn loud x black!fem!reader, platonic!lynn’s baseball team x platonic!reader, ex gf!angelina x ex gf!reader

word count: 5.0k+

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author’s note: i may have made this chapter dramatic but i don’t care, cause who doesn’t like in your feels angst?

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It was finally Halloween season, and you were ecstatic about the holiday. If you were being honest, Halloween was your favorite holiday, and Christmas ranged in a close second. Back in your old town, you and your sisters were partially known for hosting epic Halloween parties and you wanted to continue it in Royal Woods. You would call it a tradition, sharing an event with your sisters and enjoying them to the fullest. So you convinced your parents into allowing you to have the party and they agreed.

The week before Halloween, you and your sisters went decor shopping for party supplies. You were in charge of putting the food and drinks together. When you went grocery shopping, you stashed a trolley full of various snacks that was mainly popular with your peers. You pre-ordered dozens of cookies and cupcakes, 5 different kinds of cakes, all topped off with Halloween themes. The sodas were doubled, guessing how many people would be there.

It was a family effort to decorate the house and make everything appealing to the eye. Although it was an intense hassle to remain extravagant when it came to decorating the house yet you just love the priceless looks from the guests when they walk in.

You had texted Lynn three days in advance before the party.

new girl ☺️❤️

hey lynn, what are your halloween plans this year?

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

idk probably watching shitty horror movies and babysitting my younger siblings while trick and treating

new girl ☺️❤️

well cancel your plans

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

what?? why??

new girl ☺️❤️

oh pls don’t tell me you’d rather be at home

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

i never said that

new girl ☺️❤️

great, party at my house, you’re invited

costumes are mandatory

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

holy shit! are your parents cool with that?

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc they’re cool with it

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

well, do i get to bring anyone?

new girl ☺️❤️

ofc

just do me a favor lynn

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

and what’s that??

new girl ☺️❤️

wear a decent costume

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

haha!! haha!!!

you’re so funny 🙄

new girl ☺️❤️

i’m being fr though

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

do you wanna do a couple’s outfit?

cs if that’s what you’re suggesting then i’m down

new girl ☺️❤️

just surprise me

blow my mind

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

my current mission: surprise the fuck out of [name] with my outfit at her party, got it!

new girl ☺️❤️

can’t wait to see you!

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

what are you wearing for the party??

new girl ☺️❤️

that’s for me to know and for you to find out

baseball girl ⚾️❤️

i’m sure whatever you’re dressing as, you’re gonna look super hot in

*new girl ☺️❤️ liked your message*

That was three days ago and today was the party. It was nearing nightfall and your parents knew to get lost, spending their night at a hotel.

That was three days ago and today was the party. It was nearing nightfall and your parents knew to get lost, spending their night at a hotel.

Your fairy costume was plain and simple, you didn’t tend to go all out when costume hunting. As long as you looked decent, you weren’t worried about other people’s opinions. Madison was dressed as a witch and Cassandra as Dionne Davenport from Clueless. In the middle of getting dressed, Cassandra offered to do your makeup. She had her makeup supplies stored in an organized box on her vanity mirror.

“Oh, I missed this…” She deeply exhaled, starting with your eyeliner, “Just us two, [Name] and Cass, me doing your makeup and giving you dating advice.”

“We’re always gonna be like this,” Your eyes flutter back as the eyeliner pencil draws underneath your eye.

She stops midway, dropping her working hand and she arches an eyebrow at you, “Really? Even when we’re both gross and old.”

“Yes!! Even if when we’re both gross and old.” You chuckle as she resumes doing your other eyeliner.

She placed the eyeliner pencil down and picks up the mascara, opening the tube and starting it on your face. “No, but when you start dating, you’ll have no more time for your big sis.”

There was a beat of silence followed by hesitation in your voice. You decided to speak anyway, not allowing your first heartbreak to keep you silent. “You know that this isn’t my first time dating, right, Cass?”

She immediately shushes you with a well-polished finger pressed upon your lips. “Nope, nope, we’re not doing that. You’ll remind yourself about that she-devil and you’re grumpy for the rest of the night and if we’re being honest I don’t like a moody [name].”

“I’m just putting things in perspective, Lynn won’t be my first love.” You shrug before backtracking on your former statement, “That if she feels the same way that I do, and we start dating.”

“Promise me that you’re gonna take your mind off that girl.” Cassandra pleads, “Trust me, you’re better off without her. She hurt you too many times and that’s unforgivable.”

“Okay, fine.” You sigh, “I promise to not bring down my mood for the entire night,”

“Great, no more depressing heartbreak shit to remember, that’s all in the past.” Your eldest sister stares at you with a serious expression, clearly not buying your faux response and she moves to grab a lipstick tube from her dresser. “You are gonna blow Lynn’s mind when she sees you,” Cassandra mumbles, smearing the black lipstick across your lips.

“I’m not sure about blowing her mind.” You mutter, smacking your lips together when she finishes doing your lips.

“[Name], you look jaw-dropping in this outfit, Lynn would be a fool not to see that. Besides, if she doesn’t, you always have other options.”

Madison walks into the room, dressed in her full costume. “Stop trying to turn our beloved baby sister into you.”

“Oh, please, being me took years to perfect, I doubt [Name] can do it in one day.” She closes the lipstick tube, placing it back on her vanity stand.

“What’s that in your hand, Maddy?” You observed the piece of jewelry in her hand.

“It’s a choker and you’re gonna wear it.” She said, briefly showing you the jewelry before clasping it around your neck.

You looked in the mirror, admiring your new accessory to your costume with a warm smile. The black gothic choker adorned your outfit even more, giving it the final touch that you didn’t even know that you needed.

“Lynn will be absolutely speechless once she sees you,”Madison comments with a teasing grin. You blush upon hearing your crush’s name and that gave your sisters the opportunity to begin their teasing.

“Ohhh…she’s blushing!” Cassandra notices the flush on your cheeks.

“[Name] and Lynn sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!” Madison starts her new method of taunting.

“Oh shut up!” You yell, covering your face but they continued their rambles.

Cassandra joined in the singing, “First comes love, then comes marriage then comes a baby sitting in a carriage.”

The party set off to a good start, with numerous people by the front door, waiting to enter. When the crowd entered, the party was in full swing, and the decorations were amazing. Numerous tables were prepping up the foods, snacks, and drinks all covered with frilly Halloween decor.

Gabriella’s costume was one of many Harley Quinn famous outfits, the black and red one. Lynn is dressed as a cheerleader with the colors of black, red, and white, the fake blood splattering across her legs and face. Her friend, Margo was dressed as a biker girl with the colors black and white.

“You’re a cute cheerleader,” You flirt, “But where’s your two poms-poms, it’s required for a cheerleader to have them.” Lynn shows you two matching pom-poms, tickling them in your face, hearing you giggle made her blush.

“And you’re a very hot fairy.” She winks, playing with the synthetic wings attached to your back. “Might have to be by your side for the whole night because I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Gabriella pulls you away from Lynn, dragging you into the foyer of the kitchen.

“I want you to meet someone.” She says before stopping in front of a boy.

“Hey, I’m Marcus.” He was of average height and had a slim figure with decent looks and hairstyle.

“Hi, I’m [Name]!”

“I’ll let you two get to know each other,” Natalie disappears, leaving you and Marcus to converse.

“Woah, isn’t that your girl snatched up with some dude?” Margo taunts, pointing in your direction. Lynn turns her head so fast, that she could’ve gotten whiplash from it. From a few feet away, she noticed you and a raven-haired boy talking. Her heart fumes with jealousy and possessiveness, observing your interaction with the boy.

“[Name] isn’t my girl, Margo.” The brunette corrects her best friend, finally breaking her gaze away from you.

“Well, if you don’t make her your girl soon, then she’ll be somebody’s else girl.” Margo counters, taking a sip from her drink.

That was the ticking words to set Lynn’s jealousy off and she stormed over in your direction, shoving people who managed to get in her way.

Margo screams over the music, watching her best friend head towards you, “Hell yeah, Lynn. Go get your girl!”

When Lynn finally reaches you, she hastily inserts herself into your conversation.

“Oh, hey Lynn.” You greet her for the second time today. She releases a scoff and nothing else as she glared down at the boy.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Her question was aimed at you yet her gaze never falters from the raven-haired boy.

“Well, can it wait!” Marcus sharply responded instead of you, “If you didn’t know, we were having a conversation before you interrupted us.”

Lynn got up in his face, her tallness intimidating her demeanor, “Ok…listen here, buddy boy—“

You grab Lynn by her arm, tugging her away from Marcus as he backs away as well. You harshly glared down at the both of them and shouted, “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven, everyone!” There were yells of agreement as Marcus scoffs, looking Lynn up and down, and walks away.

“What’s your issue, Lynn?”

“What’s my issue?” She looks at you shocked, “What’s your issue?

“It’s a party, Lynn, it’s supposed to be fun, why can’t you have fun?”

“I’m having fun.”

“Almost starting a fight is not fun.” You cross your arms defensively.

“Depends on which perspective you’re seeing from.” She continues.

“Wanna tell me the real reason that you were hostile with Marcus.”

“Fine,” she groans, dropping her head back before looking back at you. “I didn’t like how Marcus was looking at you. I would rather you hang out with someone you knew, like me and my friends.”

“I thought you didn’t want me hanging around your friends.”

“What gave you that impression? Of course, I want you to hang out with my friends, I just didn’t want you to feel obligated to.”

“Aww…I love sweet Lynn.” You coo, bringing her in for a cheek kiss. “Come on, let’s go. With your luck, we just might end up in the closet together.”

She blushes at the possibility of you and her in the closet.

Everyone started to file into the huge living room, you and Lynn being one the last to enter. You sat on a beanbag with Lynn squished beside you as everyone else gathered around in a huge circle. To give it a rocking twist to it, you combined another party game favorite: Spin the Bottle. The rules were simple, you spin the bottle and whoever it lands on, you spend 7 minutes in the closet with them.

“Ok, I’ll go first then.” Gabriella offers, spinning the bottle with a nifty grip. The bottle finally halts, landing on Margo as the crowd cheers.

“Well shit, let’s do it then.” Margo nonchalantly smiles as she gets up, letting Gabriella drag her into the closet as the door shut behind them. There were multiple cheers, mainly coming from the baseball team and Lynn.

You started the timer on your phone, everyone anxiously awaiting the two girls. When the timer was finished, the two teen girls walked out. Their hair was disheveled and faded marks of Gabriella’s lipstick across Margo’s neck.

“Since when were they together?” you whispered over at Lynn who looked just as shocked as you. Finally looking at you, she shrugs and they leave the living room, heading outside for privacy.

“Totally beats me.”

“Okay, who’s next?!” Luna shouts.

“I’ll go,” You suggest, grabbing the bottle and steadily spinning it. The bottle chooses its other person and horrifically lands on Marcus.

“Let’s get this over with.” You mutter, rising from your beanbag chair and heading to the closet with Marcus. You failed to notice Lynn’s clenched hands.

During your time spent in the closet with the boy, he tried to make conversation but you only responded with short answers. The raven-haired boy decided to flirt with you instead, moving closer to you as you backed away. Eventually, you ran out of space to maintain distance and you felt trapped. Out of instinct, you slapped him across his face, pushed him away from you, and stormed out of the closet.

Everyone else waits for Marcus to reveal himself and when he does, a handprint was embedded on his right cheek. Lynn smiles at his new bruise, aware that you rejected his advances.

Quite frankly, you were getting tired of this game and randomly felt like taking a swim in your pool with Lynn. However, you spun the bottle, eagerly watching it slowly down to settle on Angelina. Your small smile instantly dropped at this revelation. This can’t be happening to you. There was no fucking way that you were going to be trapped in a small closet with your ex-girlfriend for an entire seven minutes.

Angelina Ross is played by Siena Agudong and she’s wearing a pirate costume.

“Nope, I wanna redo.” You grabbed the bottle, ready to spin it but her voice stops you.

“Rules are rules, [name].”

“In my house, they apply for you, not for me.”

“Never took you for a quitter.”

“Oh, I’m anything but a quitter.”

“Sure doesn’t look that way to me now.”

“Listen he—“

“Then why won’t you accept that you landed on me and go in the closet with me? I just want to talk, [name].”

“Okay, you can talk, everyone’s listening.”

Everyone’s eyes were on the brunette girl, eager to hear your business, no doubt, probably turning it into gossip when school opens.

“Do you really wanna do this in front of all these people, no less, complete strangers?” She had a fair point and you couldn’t disagree on that. “We have history together, it doesn’t matter if you try to erase it.”

“Yeah, and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

“History? What kind of history do you two have together?” Lynn asked you. Her question flew in one ear and out of the other as your eyes remained stuck on Angelina.

“You need to leave!” Cassandra announces, her tone filled with detest for Angelina. “You’re not welcome here and you never will be!”

She ignored Cassandra and patiently looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“One thing about you is that you sure know how to suck the joy out of people.” You tiredly got up and made your way back into the closet with Angelina following closely behind.

Once the door closes, Angelina was quick with her statements but you were faster.

“What are you doing here at my party?” You question, hostility in your tone, “No, better, yet, how did you know where I live?”

“I’m here visiting my grandparents for a mini Halloween holiday.” She explains, “And I saw the invitations around and decided to pop by, to see how you were doing.”

“Well, glad you popped by and now you can pop leave!”

“I swear, that I didn’t know that you were moving in Royal Woods, that’s just a coincidence.”

“Cut the bullshit, Angelina. Why are you really here?”

She stepped closer to you, a defeated sigh escaping her lips when you back away from her. You were already in a confined space, you didn’t need to be in forced proximity to your cheating ex-girlfriend. “I totally deserved that…” she mutters, looking down at the floor shortly before her eyes adjust back to you, “I wanted to say that I was sorry. For everything, with what happened to us. I know that I can’t take it back bu—“

“You’re right, you can’t take back any of it. No…no, sorry is when you forget a birthday or anniversary. Your messed up version of a sorry involves berating me and my sexuality, leading your boy best friend on thinking that you’re interested in him, and cheating on me, knowing that you were a lesbian.” you snapped at her, “You really hurt me, Lina.”

“I know and I’m sorry…nothing that I do can change my horrible actions.” She held her head down shamefully, not daring to look into your eyes.

“I’m gonna need a lot more than sorry from you, Angelina.” You concluded with a heavy sigh. You heard Lynn shout about the time being finished and her tone was hasty.

Both of you exited the closet and Angelina left the party as you took your seat next to Lynn.

“What did you guys do in there?”

“Nothing that mattered,”

She examines your facial features, seeing the gleam in your eyes and your upbeat personality vanish. She wanted to brighten up your mood, and she knew exactly what to do.

Lynn spins the bottle and it lands on you, excitedly she gets up and drags you to the closet. As soon as the door closed, Lynn pounced on you like a wild animal, pinning you to the door. She had trapped you in her arms, and you didn’t put up a fight against her, rather liking the position that you were in. In her eyes, jealousy and possessiveness were floating around. Who knew that jealousy made Lynn so hot?

You stared each other down, both of your pupils dilating from lust, practically urging the other to make the first move and take control of the heated situation. There was something about Lynn’s eyes that you made weak in the knees and completely at her mercy.

Those seconds of silence felt like minutes without the use of movements as well. Without breaking the intense eye contact, Lynn gently let her arms go and placed her own hands at her side.

Inhaling sharply, Lynn’s hand cups your face, pulling you into an electrifying kiss. You were rendered speechless, eyes widening momentarily before melting into the kiss, letting yourself drown in the bliss as you closed your eyes. Trailing your arms down to Lynn’s waist and wrapping into your embrace, sealing your closeness. Her lips were so soft and gentle against yours.

Her hands found the clip holding up your fake wings and snapping it off. Once they hit the floor, Lynn grabbed you by the waist, slamming you into the door, loud enough for everyone else to be aware of what was going on. So without further hesitation, her lips discovered yours in a hot minute and you unloosed her ponytail, tangling your fingers through Lynn’s free hair.

She mutters in your ear, “Jump!” And you were quick to follow through with her instructions. You jumped up and Lynn catches you with ease, her hands resting underneath your thighs, feeling the bare flesh.

“You are so gorgeous,” She pulls away, admiring your blissful state and dilated eyes. Examining your swollen lips and a cocky smirk appears on her lips. “My pretty girl, I get to have you all to myself.”

During your makeout, you manage to undo your choker, flinging the jewelry away, not finding its purpose anymore.

Just then, her kisses started to travel further down to your neck, placing open-mouth kisses there. A tiny whimper escaped your lips when you felt Lynn briefly bite down on your exposed neck, creating a bruise. Soon enough the pain turned into pleasure as you noticed her sucking on your neck, giving you a noticeable hickey.

“Oh, Lynn…” You moaned out.

Your hand gripped the back of Lynn’s head as if your life depended on it. She continued to ravage your neck, almost feeling a primal instinct. She sucks harshly on your neck, marking you profoundly to her liking.

Her overwhelming thoughts had different ways of this current situation and they all lead up to the same conclusion. You and her, all alone at last. There were no more judging eyes, just your [eye color] invested into her brown-amber eyes. And that’s how Lynn liked it, in the privacy of her mind, not worrying about another’s reaction. All she cared about was your reaction and that was all she needed.

Lynn didn’t know how long she truly craved this part of intimacy with you, but she knew that it was rooted deeply within her. You dreamed of this moment ever since you saw her in the navy blue blazer back at her house. That blazer made your thoughts run wild, and you felt ashamed wondering if Lynn was a definite girl kisser and if she was, what kind of kisser would she be? Rough and demanding or soft and sweet. Somehow, she combined all of those methods and still made you feel heavily desired.

Your touch gently grazes the sides of her skirts, being extremely careful of where your fingers might linger where they’re not supposed to.

Eventually, you both had to pull away as you pressed your foreheads together, trying to regain your breathing and composure. The sounds of heavy pants filled the tiny closet.

“I don’t know what came over me…” she mutters, forcefully removing herself from your embrace. She recognizes the shocked expression on your face, and she couldn’t help but felt guilty and slightly ashamed of her self-control when she was around you.

“It’s fine, Lynn.” You chuckle, trying not to take her shove to heart. Ignoring the way that your heartbeat is erratic as your thoughts were still hazy. She made you feel this way, and she knew that you loved it just as much as you did to her. “Obviously, I liked it very much since I didn’t reject it, or else this night would’ve gone way worse.”

“[Name]……”

You talked over her, “Who knew that we’d be here?”

“[Name]……”

“Guess it is kinda ironic that we’re making out in a closet even though you are still in the closet.”

“[Name]……”

“What does this make us now, Lynn? Like, are we a couple or just friends who randomly makeout from time to time?”

“[Name]!” She yells, having the chance of voicing her thoughts in the conversation.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot th—“

“[Name], I need space. Space from me, space from us!”You shook your head, bewildered by her sudden outburst towards you.

You swear that you could have blamed your hearing for being faulty at the moment. What did she mean by that? Was she being for real or just joking, wanting to get a rise out of you? She wanted space, being more specific, she demanded space from you. So what was the reason for her upbringing demand? Her words hit you like speeding bullets, all coming at you all at once, in every direction, and it wounded you like a bitch.

Does she want to break up your situationship before it can officially start? Or did she realize what you and Angelina were, wanting no part of being a rebound for you. Because that was ridiculous, your relationship with Angelina was in the past, and that’s all it will ever be, you weren’t heartless to rebound with Lynn.

Did she realize in the kiss that she needed space from you, that you weren’t the person that she needs at the moment?What did you do wrong to make her feel like this? Was it you or was it her? Did she actually have plausible reasoning for this?

“Space? Why do you need space?”

She remains silent, rehearsing the words in her head, but not speaking out on your behalf. If she, somehow, had the perfect words to soothe you, she wouldn’t waste a second to make things right but she didn’t…and it was eating away at her agonizingly. She felt her heart break at the miserable sight of the pain overtaking your features.

That was the last thing that she wanted to do, that she wanted to witness, to see you in pain. Lynn hated herself for being the one that would be causing you to feel upset.

“I need to figure out my sexuality.” She managed to say. “And I can’t do that with you around.” She didn’t mean for her statement to come off as blatantly rude, but it did and stung you, hard.

“I want you to leave, Lynn.” Tears clouded your vision, avoiding her remorseful gaze as you pointed to the door.

“[Name]…” She tried to convince you to think this through. “Let’s go upstairs to your room, and figure this out.”

“No, I don’t want to figure this out in my bedroom! I want you to tell me the truth!”

“I can’t tell you the truth right now because I don’t even know myself.” She scoffs, slapping her hands at her sides.

“Shit, I need to wrap my whole head around me liking girls- well a girl. Trust me, it isn’t anything personal at all, it’s just that I want to explore my sexuality before we start to date. After I do figure out my sexuality, I need the time to come out to my family.”

“I’m not rushing you to discover your sexuality or give you time to come out to your family, I would never do that to you! I just hated how you kissed me like that, and that you’re gonna leave me high and dry for a couple of days, probably even weeks!! Why would you kiss me so passionately and….I don’t fucking know, Lynn! You have these glorious soft magical lips which work wonders but your brain’s too stubborn to act accordingly.”

Again she didn’t answer you, and this time her silence was running your patience very thin.

“Fine, then!” You sniffle, wiping the ongoing tears, “Then I’ll leave so you can get extra space from me.” Your hand hovers over the doorknob, hearing movement from behind you.

Before you could have comprehended your senses, she swiftly spins you around and passionately kisses you with her hands cupping your face. Fighting the temptation to reciprocate the kiss, her lips were pressed against yours before you finally detached yourself from her. Lynn’s tears were running freely down her face, and you felt too numb to reassure yourself, you could barely comfort Lynn.

“I can’t help you figure out your sexuality, Lynn. That’s all on you.” Was the final statement that you could’ve mustered up at her, harshly pushing her away from you. You opened the door, storming out of the closet, ignoring the many eyes directed at you. On the way upstairs, you ignored your sisters calling out to you.

She had to discover herself, you couldn’t blame her for that but all while putting you in the middle of it, tore you apart. You were beginning to truly love Lynn as she aggressive as she is.

You just hated how her kiss was filled with passion that would keep you dreaming about it for days.

This wasn’t her fault and you understood exactly what she’s going through right now. You were dashing through sexualities like it was hopscotch, the entire ordeal was completely haywire.

You angrily made your way to your bedroom, not caring about your reputation now. Jumping on your bed face first as you scream muffled through the pillows as you cried. You cried, hoping to relieve yourself from this pain, but your mind replays back to Lynn and the conversation. To be honest, you wanted everyone to leave, including Lynn. No loud music to hurt your aching headache any further, just pure tranquility.

The tears didn’t stop flowing, they just began rushing at a faster pace, faster than you can handle. There was a knock at the door, interrupting your crying session. You ceased your tears, suppressing your sniffles as a way to keep silent, hoping that the person will leave you alone.

Although, the knocker was persistent and opened the door, revealing to be your best friend, Gabriella. She walks in and closes the door behind her.

“Didn’t you ditch with Margo?” You lift your head from your pillows, watching her with blurry attentive eyes.

Sitting on your bed, scooting over to you, “Yeah, but you’re more important right now.” A beat of silence wafted after her sentence, leaving you confused about your next words.

“Will you just hold me?” You mumble, tears prickling your eyes as you sit up.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” She opened her arms for you, sighing when you instantly hugged her tightly as if she was leaving you as well.

And she held you as you cried your heart out, feeling numb as you think about recurring events that lead up to your argument with Lynn. Were you too harsh on Lynn, refusing to see her side of the story, leading up to the ruin of your whole relationship?

Gabriella whispered nothing but meaningful words into your ears as she rubbed your back soothingly. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day because today felt like hell, and you were too exhausted, both emotionally, mentally, and physically.

© asvterias, 2023. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[cowboyjen68]

Hi Jen! I recently turned 30 and have never been in a relationship

In highschool and university I was more focused on school and extracurricular activities, and relationships didn't interest me all that much. Looking back I think it was because I didn't realize I was a lesbian, and the idea of dating boys didn't seem appealing. And maybe others saw that, as I was never asked out (by any gender), and to my knowledge, no one ever took interest in me.

In my early-20s I became interested in dating once I figured out my sexuality, and tried a few dating apps and meeting new people. But nothing really came from it. I have zero experience in dating and flirting, and I have no idea what it's like to be romanced or flirted with. Just like in highschool and university, no one had ever asked me out or seem genuinely interested in me. The older I get and the more Valentine's day I see passing by as a single person, the less hopeful I feel.

It sounds silly and stupid, but I feel like I'm unlovable. Can't see a future where someone falls in love with me, and vice versa; it's so easy to just give up the hope that this loneliness will end.

I don't know what I'm asking for here - reassurance that I'm not alone in this? reassurance that I will be OK being alone? Are there others who went through similar situations and found happiness?

On a different topic: where did you get your rainbow frog necklace? I study frogs and have tried looking for that necklace everywhere.

Thank you so much!

The only dating I did in high school was with one boy whom I met at a campground one summer. He was perfect because I was not interested but also wanted to look like I liked boys. He lived about 40 minutes away and was a farm kid so our time together was very limited. It saved me from having to constantly make up excuses like “I am sick” or “I can’t kiss because I have a cold sore starting”. Any time we were together I ducked and dodged his advances and he was a gentleman about it, never pushing my boundaries. 

In college I finally admitted I liked women but was nowhere near confident enough to come out. I dated one boy, on one date and never was asked again, by man or woman which was disheartening on some level BUT also a relief because I was having fun with my friends (who were all dating off and on) and was not ready for any sort of relationship. I definitely didn’t want a boy asking me and girls scared the hell out of me. I have been told by many of my older lesbian (and some younger) friends that being intimidated by women, especially those we find attractive or interesting, is normal and expected for many of us. 

Lesbians are often way behind in dating etiquette and practice simply because we often don’t date in high school or college (at least not anyone we want to). We wait until young adulthood and independence to wade into the dating pool. Lacking dating or relationship experience seems more prevalent the older we are. But I have noticed some of the “in the middle” lesbians (30 to 40ish)  are really struggling with finding each other, dating and feeling confident enough to ask others out. It seems a fair amount of my friends find themselves single after a long relationship (often their first serious one) in that age bracket OR are just now coming out as “late in life lesbian” and have no idea how to even get started. 

I would say you are in good company no matter the reasons you haven’t been in a relationship. You could be dealing with any number of obstacles but the good news is you can handle them. You might be a bit intimidating, either from your stature or your confidence. You might be just limited in the amount of women you are exposed to therefore your dating pool is a bit stifled. Or you maybe just haven’t had the luck of meeting someone who was the right person at the right time. 

As per usual I would suggest getting to lesbian/women events. Try women’s festivals or local concerts featuring women singers or entertainers. These events will attract a wide array of lesbians and bi women and at least you could meet some more like minded women.  Just ask. If you see a woman at the gay bar or at a non profit fundraiser or at a concert, say hello and introduce yourself. At worst they aren’t interested and you have lost nothing but a minute. You might not end up on a date but you could make a new friend. 

The beauty of women’s festivals is that almost everyone there is lesbian or bi (not all but for once we are in the majority). AND it is perfectly acceptable to meet and make friends and the more you expand your friend circle the better for you. Many women meet compatible partners through other friends. 

Dating apps are an option. I can’t speak for them because I have not used one but I hear they are loaded with people looking for one night stands etc, which does not seem like what you are looking for at this stage in your life. So while they are an easy way to meet others looking to date you might have to wade through a lot of muck to find someone worthy of your time and energy.

It never hurts to ask friends to keep their eyes open. They might assume you are happily single and therefore don’t say anything but you never know who they know. You can do this and you will be fine. It just might take a little work putting yourself out there on social media, dating apps and at events. 

The necklace was made for me by my friend Weird Dan who was an artist and leathersmith. IT had to be reconditioned with new leather and some repair on the beads over covid. My girlfriend at the time found this little frog charm so when the repair was done I had it placed in the center. I have not taken it off for years except for the repairs. You can google “frog charm” or “antique silver frog charm pendant”  and some will come up. It is nothing expensive but I love it all the more because of who gave it to me. 

Remember  You deserve someone who has mutual passion and love for you. Don’t rush, don’t settle and be honest with yourself and you will be okay.

[tmwcs]

Mermaids Tale - Chapter 5

Surprise! Chapter 5! Love yall!

Again, not proofread because tumblr is still acting up so i had to just type away into the post box, versus copy and pasting.

Nearly three weeks had passed since the New Year’s event. You maintained contact steadily with Jennifer, however, you avoided to meet up with her, just for a little while, avoiding any risks or possibilities of running into her fiancé’s ‘friend’ in case he happened to show up or be present.

“Hey let’s go to the karaoke bar! Come on! I felt like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Jennifer remarked, furthering your guilt at the fact that you had restrained yourself from seeing her, as a friend, you felt terrible for doing so. Though three weeks had been long enough, and in the case that the young man does show up, it’s not as if you could avoid Jennifer forever, at least not right now. Desiring nothing more than to enjoy her company, you agreed.

The evening started out nicely, it was peaceful and calming to have dinner one on one with Jen, not having to worry about a pair of eyes plastered on you. At the restaurant, the both of you caught up, laughing at the wild stories that Jennifer shared in regards to her and Jay’s antics, while conducting the preparations for the upcoming nuptials.

“So, I was trying to pick out my dress, and he insisted on going. It didn’t even matter that I told him it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding day in her gown. But he’s such a fashionista, he wanted to help pick out the dress and said that if he looked at it from the catalogue and not on me, it wouldn’t’ count as bad luck. Can you believe him?” Jen recounted, earning hard laughter from you as you nearly fell of your seat.

With her mimicking of Jay’s voice, her facial expressions as she stunned the tale to you, it was hard to not enjoy the moment and find the humor within it. This is all the reason why you needed to cherish your moments with her while you can, before you had to move on and establish a new identity, a new home, and a new number to avoid suspicion. It saddened you at the thought of it but was quickly erased the moment Jennifer accounted another humorous story.

“By the way, Y/n, I’ve known you for nearly five months and I haven’t seen you with anyone. Do you date? Are you interested in men or women? Because I never see any photos at your home, other than the ones of your grandparents and distant relatives…”

The ‘distant relatives’ and ‘grandparents’ she referred to be the white lie you expelled the moment she inquired the contents of the photos in your apartment, all of which were of your mother, father, and stepbrothers. Hardly distant and ‘grand’, yet that was the fate you were riddled with by birth.

“Yeah, I’m not really big on the dating thing. Plus, I really enjoy being on my own, less drama.” You chuckled as she smiled with a wide pair of eyes, shocked at your outlook on relationships and dating.

“Wow, really? That’s so ironic, only because you’re so beautiful and every guy I see when I’m around you, they’re always so…like they just melt at the sight of you. You have so many to pick from.” Jen remarked.

Due to your inherited trait, it’s true that it would be too risky to date, not to mention the act in upholding the pact established by your ancestors didn’t appeal to be pleasing. Yet, the other side of the truth was, you truly didn’t feel the need or found any interest’s in building that rapport with anyone, perhaps no one struck your fancy. Either way, you spoke the truth at the remark of being content with your independence.

“Oh! Jay just messaged; he’s going to pull up in a few minutes to pick us up.”

Gathering your belongings, checking out after treating your dear friend to the meal, you both exit the restaurant, just in time as you watched a slick, silver Tesla model pull up.

“How fashionable…” you stated quietly as you saw the luxury vehicle glisten from the city lights. Jay steps out of the driver’s seat, being the courteous gentleman he was, he opened the doors for you and Jennifer, greeting you with a smile and inquiring how you had been.

There was a unique bond that you began noticing between Jay and yourself. Though you had only seen him twice, you noted the way he would smile and speak with you, you found it rather impressive that while he found you deeply attractive, his love for Jennifer remained and he never faltered. It wasn’t his fault for changing his demeanor whenever he engaged in conversation with you, due to the aura of your appeal, it was a power that you and the women in your family carried, which was every man’s curse. That only made your respect for him more apparent.

In the past, many married and reserved men would often falter at your beauty, God helped them if they had snuck up from behind as you were humming or singing a tune, which was a lesson you learned from experience, to never sing in public. Your features alone brought even the most powerful and wealthiest men to ruin their own standing and relationships as they kneeled before you, expressing that they lived for your desires in life.

Of course, you never intended to do so, you became the weakness of every man, thus the reason why you opted to wear hats, scarves, and high collared coats or jackets to cover hide your features as much as possible. Tonight, was an exception since you were spending a private evening with Jennifer and remaining secluded between the VIP lounge at the restaurant, having a private ride in Jay’s vehicle, and finishing the evening with a private room at a rather lavish club and bar, which of course had Jen’s favorite, high end karaoke lounges.

As stated before, while you had the best intentions of enjoying yourself with your friend, singing in public was out of the question. Recalling a moment in the past, as you were strolling through the park, singing a tune to yourself, a group of joggers that paused at the sight of your beauty, became even more enamored as the sound of your voice swooned them into a hypnotic trance.

One by one, each athlete knelt and crawled on the ground, ushering the words of their devotion and love for you. Women at the park stopped and stared with puzzling looks, one of which, who stood out among the rest, came about fiercely at you.

“What did you do to my boyfriend?! Is it drugs? What is going on?! Get away from him now!”

Her scream reeked of anger and fury as she took a knee beside her athlete partner, shaking him, attempting to snap him out of his endearing gaze on you.

Embarrassed and panicked by the attention that was being drawn to you, you ran off, taking the shortest route to your apartment.

‘What was that?’

It was the first that had happened, being that you never did sing outside from when you were alone. Though many times, teachers, tutors, and friends encouraged you to join the choir or audition for musicals, your mother would object sternly, using the excuse “You need to focus on your studies!” up until the day you found out about your heritage. At that point, you came up with your own list of excuses whenever proposed for an opportunity to sing at public events, though your mother never elaborated why, you just trusted her judgement.

That day in the park made you fully aware of the reason behind her prohibiting nature.

The entire time while at dinner, you had lied and told Jennifer that your heartburn was acting up, so you were tagging along merely just to enjoy the festivity but was skipping out on the singing. A pouted Jen looked at you with googling eyes in response.

“But…I’ve always wanted to hear you sing. Your voice is just so pretty.” Jen remarked.

Laughing as the three of you rode through the city, pulling up to the private parking suite, you, Jen, and Jay make your way to the top floor and were guided to the refined karaoke room.

Settling in, a myriad of champagne, exotic fruit platters, caviar, and crackers were all brought in by a line of servers. The room was surrounded by wall fountains as the trinkling water against the marbleized backdrop elegantly falls to the base of a rock bed, featuring assorted Himalayan stones. You never knew that a club or bar with karaoke suites would be so lavish.

Jen sat right next to you as Jay volunteered to sing first, allowing a genuine goofy side to show as he carried out the courageous act in singing, which as it turns out, he was very decent at. In fact, he was good, he knew how to use the range of his vocals and had a wonderful voice for it. Clapping and rooting for him, you and Jen cheered him on as he took off the suit jacket, rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt, and maintained a classy appeal as he sang the song of his choice.

After the first song, Jay’s phone dinged, reaching over to check the contents of the text that came in, Jay exclaimed in excitement.

“Oh! Jake and Martha finally pulled up, and Heeseung’s here too!” Forming an ‘oh’ with his mouth, he looked at Jen wide eyed as he remarked.

“Oooh…Heeseung is really good at singing. Just wait and see.” He stated as he looked at his darling fiancé.

“Really? Wow, you guys are all so talented. Because I’ve heard Jake singing the last time we came here, and he’s really good too.” Jen recalled as she recollected the moments when she heard her fiancé and Jake sang a series of songs, competing against one another for the highest score, furthering exhibiting their gifted talent.

Trying to avoid the thought of Heeseung being around, already dreading the fact that he would be basking in the same room with you in a few minutes, you remained aloof to the conversation between the couple.

With a delicate knock on the door, a staff peeks in and confirms with Jay if he was expecting additional members of his party, in which he answered in the affirmative. Opening the door, the staff props it ajar as Jake, Martha, and Heeseung walk in respectively.

Jake and Martha were all smiles as they greeted the three of you. Jake widened his eyes as he gasped at seeing you.

Just like Jay, Jake displayed an admirable attribute at trying to hide the uncontrollable act of appreciating your beauty but remained strongly committed and attentive to Martha. Not that it ever offended you, you found it to be of high diligence as Jake and Jay would avoid looking at you, avoiding any means to fall into that strange feeling that they could not explain or make any sense out of, yet all they knew was that as long as they didn’t look at you, they remained coherent of reality and were able to focus on their respective ladies.

“Oh! Y/n, it’s so good to see you again!” Jake remarked, Martha holding his hand right behind him as she shyly greeted you, stated the same thing. Behind her, was Heeseung, who didn’t say anything, only stared at you with a very, very faint side smirk on his face.

Peering down at you as he stood, looking at your seated posture as your arms remained crossed, your hair framing your shoulders, gracefully reaching past your mid torso as you displayed a level of sexiness with your choice of attire, in which you were beginning to regret wearing.

With your black, long sleeve shirt, and leather asymmetrical mini skirt, paired with black high heeled ankle boots, your legs crossed just as your arms were, adorned with the thigh high fishnet stockings paired with the rest of your ensemble, the man froze for a few seconds,

admiring the view before him as you slightly glared in his direction. To him, you looked far beyond delectable, as he felt the effect of his mouth watering, even while it remained shut and his expression displayed a calm, and amused demeanor.

“Hmph…well hello there, it’s been a while.” He calmly spoke out as he remained standing, his height appeared twice as high in measurement as you remained seated in your position, looking up in his direction.

“Yeah…” was all you muttered out.

Scoffing, he spoke once more, and again, his voice was eerily calm. “Heh…how you’ve been?”

You started to feel your eyes glaze up one more, just as it had done before at the New Year’s event when you first met him. He may not have been aware, or maybe, he did? Either way, he had an effect on you due to the level of fear he instilled, all because you recalled the history of both of your bloodlines that your mother issued to you, along with the warning should you ever cross a man who gives you the ability to ‘feel’.

“I’ve been good…thanks.” Yet again, you spoke using as few words as possible.

Still smirking, his eyes narrowed as he stood, his hands in his trouser pockets as the bulk of his suit jacket accumulated above his wrists. He continued to look suave, with his long legs draped by the dress trousers, the fine leather belt around his waist, and the expensive looking white shirt he wore under the matching black jacket.

Looking down at the floor as he faintly nods at your response, he sucks his teeth as he glances up to your image once more, the smacking sound of his act issued a chill to shoot through you.

“Well…looks like I get to have some fun with you tonight.” displaying the amusement of how his words came out, knowing full well that it was highly suggestive in a sexual manner, yet the moment you began opening your mouth to say something he beats you to the punch.

“With singing…I mean.” Winking at you, he walks over to the other side of the booth in the room, taking a seat.

‘What was that?’

Shutting your eyes as you winced at the pain in your chest from restricting your breathing, rubbing your head in the same manner you would at experiencing a headache, you did your best to internally shrug it off. Lining up a myriad of excuses in your head, you figured you’d give it a little bit of time before you issue a believable lie to excuse yourself for the remainder of the evening.

Gazing up as Jake ditched his jacket, stood, and takes on the mic from Jay to begin singing his song, you slightly smiled as you felt Jen and Martha call your name from the side.

“Y/N, you really should sing tonight.” Turning your head at Jen’s words, with Martha nodding eagerly by her side while she looked over to you. It was unavoidable, but the sight of Heeseung sitting across from you, off to Martha’s side as he appeared casual in his posture, leaned against a console table, caught your eye as you felt the dreadful aura of his desire for you, a stark contrast to the other men whenever they gazed at you.

Once again, he was gazing at you in the same manner he did three weeks ago. That eerie gaze you have now become familiar with...

'Why does he keep looking at you like that?.....'

.......................

[phantomoftheorpheum]

I don't love the Noa cheating thing, but I guess within the plot it kinda makes sense with her having more in common with Jen than she does with Shawn. Like Jen understands what she's dealing with more than Shawn could (even if he wanted to) simply because she's experienced it with her mom. Definitely wondering if it's going to play into her test somehow. The truth coming out or having to choose between the two in a way

This got kind of lengthy (lol, no one has been surprised less), so I've placed most of it under the cut. Also to help avoid detailed spoilers for people who are trying to do so.

I agree that the plot isn't necessarily a bad one for the story (like I've mentioned a million times that I don't like love triangles or infidelity plots, but they can be executed well, and depending on how this situation turns out, I'm still open to being okay with the plot line in theory), just one that makes me feel highly critical of the characters involved. And personally a bit sad, as Noa was my favorite in season 1 and I can't currently honestly say that in season 2.

I can definitely see why Jen (or even just the situation surrounding Jen) is more exciting & appealing to Noa, particularly at this time. She's a teenager who has been in a fairly steady long term (by teenage standards) relationship with a stable, but possibly slightly boring, guy. Noa formed a connection with Jen when she was at a low point (taking the fall for her mom), and the kind of bond that you can create when you're spending so much time with someone outside of your normal context can be intense. And Jen is a secret (at least we have not seen Noa tell anyone else about their romantic connection), which is thrill seeking and a little "dangerous," without (usually) actually being that dangerous. Jen is mysterious. There's a lot Noa doesn't know about her (illustrated clearly by her having no concept of Jen's father or her relationship with him prior to this episode). And I do agree that some of the closeness Noa feels to Jen has to do with their commonalities and relationships with their moms. Jen gets the stigma of having been to juvie. Jen gets what it's like to live with a mother who is an addict. Jen understands what it means to have to struggle to pay bills and be the "adult" in her household when she shouldn't have to be.

The thing is, I'm not entirely sure Jen is actually being honest about her backstory/home life at all. I certainly have some suspicions about that. It could all be true, or it also could be largely fabricated (or selectively true) in order to bond with Noa. Hard to say at this point. The reason that I doubt Jen's honesty (when I am currently giving the benefit of the doubt to Christian and Johnny) is because we've seen her lie multiple times, casually, on screen. If Christian or Johnny are also doing that, we don't know it yet. Jen's family (or her possible lies about her family) have become plot relevant with Noa borrowing money to bail Jen out for stealing from her father, so that definitely makes me question how Jen and her family (or her lies) might be important in the following episodes.

So, all that being said, while I can understand why Noa is interested in Jen (even though I would have personally much preferred a "Shawn and Noa broke up between seasons and then this girl she knows from juvie shows up at summer school" plot, just due to my own pet peeves and the reinforcement of negative stereotypes around bisexuality) the way in which she's gone about conducting herself is just really pretty shit. It's okay to fall out of love with someone. It's okay to end a relationship, not because things were bad, but because it was no longer fulfilling. It's okay to realize that you feel more attracted to and connected to someone else, and therefore it's time to reevaluate and possibly end your relationship. These things happen all the time. People still get hurt, but it's not because anyone is a villain. The problem is... Noa isn't doing any of that?

The only dissatisfaction we have seen of her relationship with Shawn this season is that he didn't go to Mouse's birthday. She also doesn't like/get along with his mom, but it's not as if Shawn was upset with her over this, he recognized and understood this issue, and even pushed back against his mother when he witnessed it in person. Noa has continued engaging in a physical/sexual relationship with Shawn (generally prompted by her), as well as a romantic one, while lying to him about her past and present relationship with Jen. She has not only shamelessly introduced him to the person she's cheating on him with, but had the audacity to play into Shawn's affection/understanding of how hard things have been with Noa's mom in order to get him to pay for Jen's bail. Two thousand dollars is a lot of money, and the fact that she could sit there, ask for that, play into how Jen is dealing with the same stuff Noa has, lie to him about why Jen was arrested in the first place, fail to mention that it was Noa's plan to steal from Jen's father, and then immediately run off to kiss Jen behind his back is... Well, it's something.

Up until 2x04, I simply felt bad for Shawn, because he (that we currently know of) hasn't done anything to deserve this, but I also thought Noa was at least a little conflicted about this situation. Her behavior in 2x04 showed absolutely no regret/remorse for her actions, which reflects absolutely terribly on her character. I was expecting at least a "I don't know if I can do this," or something after the kiss with Jen, where we see her immediately feel guilty, but nope. Just all giggles while cheating with the girl your boyfriend just spent 2k on helping out. Like forget about Shawn as person/character for a second, this is about Noa and who she is, what kind of integrity she has, and it is revealing a really heartless side to her. I hope the show has plans to try to build her back up in the future.

All that being said, (aside from the whole "bisexuals are cheaters" stereotype that is being reinforced) I think the storyline could be really interesting. Will Noa feel bad about her actions next episode when she's had a little time to reflect, or no? Is Jen being honest? Does Shawn already know? I actually think (if this is genuinely plot relevant and not just side romance drama) this whole situation could be a legitimately good use of the love triangle/infidelity plot (even though those tropes are generally not my favorite). It definitely feels like Noa has a big storm coming, and I can't say she hasn't earned it. I'm very curious to see what her test is, and how the Jen & Shawn situation will play into it. Is she going to have to make some sort of decision, like you said?

Right now, on a personal level, I do not ship any of these three with each other. I'm very pro "go sit in a corner and think about what you've done" for them atm. And if Shawn is innocent, I hope he gets a cathartic moment by the end of the season. So... that's where I'm at with it. I get it, I can see ways in which it may work for the plot, it makes me very upset with Noa as a character.

[writerscafehub]

MEET THE BARISTA: Jen

@jen-with-a-pen

1. From one to five stars, how would you rate your writing? (No downplaying yourself!)

I would honestly rate my writing a solid 3½. I know that I have lots of room for improvement and growth– I've even seen growth from fic to fic or chapter to chapter and it makes me really proud to see how far I've come. 

2. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Personally, I think that my setting/world-building and “set direction” helps me stand out. In college I did screenwriting for a bit and that's how I kinda do my rough drafts, writing them in present tense and making sure I’m showing and not just telling. Also making sure my OCs or characters have special awareness of things and people around them. 

3. Are there any writers that inspire you?

SO MANY TO EVEN NAME GOOD LORD. When I was initially invited into discord servers, I was fangirling in my apartment with my cat over basically being in the same room as some of (what I consider to be) the best and biggest writers of the fandom that I had been reading for months prior. There are so many mutuals and people who inspire me, too many to name specifically, but I will say that Hope (aka pilotisms/whirlybirbs) is the one whose works really gave me the courage and motivation to start writing in the fandom for the first time. IWe’ve never talked, but I hope she knows I think about Vacant Mirrors religiously to this day.

4. What’s the fic you’re most proud of?

It’s so hard picking between your children! I think it’s a close tie with FOXHUNT and FILTHY, IMPETUOUS SOULS but the latter probably takes the top spot atm. It’s been so well received, even more so than I could’ve ever imagined. I almost scrapped the entire thing and I’m so glad I decided against it.

5. Which character(s) do you find easiest to write and which do you find most difficult to write?

Bucky and Steve both come easiest to me. Finding a good flow for either of them depends on my mood and muse, but I gravitate towards one or the other 99% of the time. I'm terms of difficulties, trying to write OFCs or minor/background OCs is harder for me since they don’t have a “format” like pre-established characters do. 

6. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Bucky. Bucky has always been my muse since Day 1 and most of my little notes or WIPs involve him in some way. Also writing settings in college or around college is a pattern I’ve noticed that, although I will never give up, I have been trying to do different time periods and not involve school since I’ve been out of it for a good two years at this point.

7. Tell us about a WIP you’re excited about!

I've had this specific WIP idea/concept going on 2-3 years now and it's coming together… albeit incredibly fucking slowly. It takes place within the 6-9 months between Endgame and TFATWS and involves a lot of angst, healing, and melancholy. I've been including details from the Falcon and Winter Soldier comics along with Bucky’s healing journey through grief and PTSD, amongst other things. It's been in the works for too long, so who knows if it'll see the light of day? 

8. First fandom you ever wrote for?

One Direction. I was 11 and had unrestricted Internet access. I was unstoppable. (If anyone was on Miss Literati you’re a real one.)

9. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

Omegaverse, hands down. Also poly fics (stucky x reader, my beloved.) 

10. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.

I cannot for the love of God do pregnancies, time travel, or fantasy. Just doesn't appeal to me whatsoever.

11. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

Probably the first time I wrote smut, which was my Ranch Hand!Bucky fic, Impressions on the Inside of Your Thigh. I wouldn’t necessarily call it wild, but to me it was/is!

12. Favorite pairing to write for? (platonic or romantic!)

Honestly? Stucky. There's something about the endless possibilities of their dynamic that makes lil ol bisexual me’s heart swell with happiness. The best thing is, they’re so versatile; you can have them be platonic or romantic and still bring out their unconditional love for one another. 

13. Do you listen to anything while you write?

If I really need to get into the mood of the specific story, then yes. Otherwise, I'll either have a Twitch VOD on for background noise or just put noise-canceling headphones on and zone in on the quiet. 

14. One-shots or multi-chaptered works?

One shots! 

15. Have you ever daydreamed about side adventures/spin-offs from your fic? Tell us about them!        

Literally every time I work on one. I’ve thought about one for Chains Around My Feet where it’s like a prologue leading up to the events in Chains, but it felt more appropriate to leave it as a one shot. FILTH, IMPETUOUS SOULS also gets a daydream sometimes about how their dynamic might be back at home base, the aftermath of the fic’s events, that sort of thing. 

16. Is there anything you’ve wanted to write, but you’ve been too scared to try?

Omegaverse. I’m slowly working up the courage, but I just don’t feel like I’m ready yet. There’s also another WIP that I had started for Whumptober 2023, but it was just too intense that I scared myself out of finishing it and posting it. HTP is definitely not for the weak of heart and mind.

17. What’s the nicest comment you’ve ever received?

There are legit so so many lovely ones, but I think one that stands out at the moment was when I wrote the weight and someone said something among the lines of “I don’t really read Stucky a lot but this just convinced me to read more” and that felt like such an accomplishment to me.

18. Have you ever gone outside of your comfort zone for a fic? How did it turn out?

Chains Around My Feet was my first Whumptober work and was definitely something I had never done before. I actually was pretty impressed with myself on how well (in my own opinion) I was able to write horror/whump with a Dead Dove ending. Pretty proud of it still. 

19. Tooth-rotting fluff or merciless angst?

Merciless Angst!

20. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

Not that I can really think of. If an OC counts as an x reader? Then the Reader I came up with for my years-long WIP. 

21. If you could enter the universe of any one of your fics, which would it be and why?

Honeysuckle, hands down. Living and working in Avengers Tower, adventuring in NYC, enjoying the sunsets, all while doing it with the Bucky Barnes? Yes. Fucking. Please.

22. Is there anything you wish your audience knew about your writing or writing process?

When I write, the scenes play out in my head like a literal movie. I see it as scripting everything out and then running through and editing scenes, and then when everything is done, it plays out like a fully fleshed out film. It’s both a blessing yet a curse, but it’s so integral to my process.

23. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

From FILTHY, IMPETUOUS SOULS:

He scoffed a laugh. “You weren’t exactly on my list of things t’do.”

“Well I hope I’m a top priority, now.”

“Number fuckin’ one.”

24. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

I wish I could stop time and just sit down for a week and get my WIPs started and edited and DONE. I’m entering my busy travel season for work and don’t have nearly as much time and energy as I did like a month or two ago. I miss it. I miss my muse, I miss being able to sit down and spend time fleshing out all these ideas in my head. The other side of it is lack of engagement (mutuals you’re okay i promise) and lack of feedback. Like yeah, kudos and likes are okay, but whenever I get a reblog– one that isn’t from a minor or bot account– I get so happy. When I get a comment, it’s like striking gold. I just wish that the passive consumption and aggressive demand for our work would die down and readers would take the time to even share our stuff. It’s disheartening to see your favorite authors cease writing because what’s the point anymore, ya know? Anyways, SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS!

[forabeatofadrum]

Ljubim te (2/24)

Notes: Oh, what is that? Is that a title? Yes, Jen @1908jmd sent the idea to me. It means I love you in Slovene, which I didn’t know up until now (but also, my Slovene knowledge is quite limited and I never had a reason to learn this sentence) (unlike Klaine I was not there for a Slovenian romance). After all, Blaine has such a hard time saying I love you to Quinn. Maybe he’s saving it for someone else 👀???

AO3 | S&C  

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CORK

Kongresni trg is the place to be.

Kurt loves sitting in the grass - on a blanket, mind you, he’s not going to ruin his clothes - and breathing in the scent from the pizza place in the corner. He’s not attached to the square because of its historical value, but because he likes being here. It’s a nice green spot in the heart of the capital. It’s surrounded by gorgeous buildings and you have a stunning view of the Ljubljana Castle on top of the Castle Hill.

Kurt’s only been here for a few days, but he already loves this place as a spot to unwind. And again, the great pizza place is an added bonus.

Kurt watches a man walk towards the pizza place in a hurry, as if his life is depending on it and Kurt smiles. He understands the appeal of the place. A few minutes later the man comes outside with a huge slice. The pizza place is small, so you have more place to sit outside. It’s a cold February day, but it’s doable. That’s why Kurt is also outside.

No one has warned this guy about the birds, though.

The moment he sits down, a flock of little sparrows land on the table and they try to get some of the pizza. At first the guy seems amused, but since more birds keep arriving, the amusement changes into slight panic. He throws some crust on the floor in hopes of distracting the birds and sure, some fly down to peck at it, but this means more birds arrive. He looks distraught.

Is that guy afraid of birds?

Kurt doesn’t have the moral obligation to save a stranger’s pizza, but he gets up anyway. He quickly rolls up his blanket and walks towards the table.

“Shoo, shoo!” he shoos.

The guy shoots Kurt a grateful look.

The sparrows don’t give up so easily though.

“Begone, birdies,” Kurt says and after more overly enthusiastic movement, the flock leaves. Kurt might look absolutely ridiculous, but the guy is looking at him as if he’s God himself.

“Hvala,” the guy says, “I was- uh, wait, English?”

“Yes,” Kurt says back, “I’m American.”

“Oh, me too!” the guy sounds relieved again, “I just moved here last night and as you can see, I am kind of a mess.” He lets out a self-deprecating laugh.

“Are you afraid of birds?” Kurt asks.

The guy shakes his head.

“No, I like birds. Usually. But I am just very tired right now and I think my brain fried when those birds arrived,” he says.

“They love the pizza,” Kurt shrugs, “Every time I get a slice, they are here.”

“You live here for long?” the guy asks.

Kurt shakes his head. He is just obsessed with this pizza place, but that might be a bit too embarrassing to say. Kurt did pick up his Boni yesterday, so maybe his pizza addiction will subdue.

“I only moved here a week ago,” he answers.

“Okay. Oh. My name is Blaine, by the way,” the guy – Blaine – says. He looks very tired indeed.

“Kurt,” Kurt answers.

“Kurt, do you know where to find the nearest supermarket?” Blaine asks desperately. It catches Kurt off guard but then he laughs.

“Oh wow, you’re really going through it.”

“You can tell?” Blaine sounds frazzled.

“Trust me, I probably was just like you only a week ago.”

“Oh, great. Good to know it gets better.”

“How about this? You finish your slice, and I will walk you to the biggest supermarket in the area,” Kurt answers. Blaine once again looks at him as Kurt’s been sent from above to assist him. He must be really out of it.

“Yes, yes, thank you.”

--

The Maxi Mercator is literally across the street and Blaine laughs when he realises.

“I was so close!”

“Yes you were, although you probably were looking for the Mercator ten minutes that way,” Kurt says and he points in the right direction. That Mercator is easy to recognise. This Maxi one is basically underground.

Kurt didn’t have ‘go grocery shopping with a stranger’ on his to-do list, but here he is. The pizza definitely rejuvenated Blaine, so he is less frazzled and more put together.

“So, are you also a student?” Kurt asks when they’re at the vegetable area.

Blaine shakes his head.

“No, I am here for my dad’s company. You know, popping some corks with fancy respected business people and shaking hands while wearing nice suits.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, we’re expanding and I need to oversee the expansion.”

Kurt whistles.

“That is a big responsibility.”

Blaine shrugs and he reaches for some potatoes.

“It’s a job,” he says flatly and Kurt raises an eyebrow.

But Blaine didn’t see it. Instead he asks about Kurt.

“A student, you said?” he asks.

Kurt nods.

“Yes, I am here on an exchange. I follow classes at the Academy of Theatre, Radio, Film and Television of the University of Ljubljana. I’ll go back to New York in the summer.”

“And you came all the way here? Alone?” Blaine sounds impressed.

Kurt nods proudly.

Now it’s Blaine’s turn to let out an impressed whistle.

Blaine finishes his groceries and Kurt assumes that’s the end of whatever wack adventure they have, but once they’re outside Blaine turns to Kurt and asks:

“I hope it’s not too much, but are you willing to give me some sort of tour of the city? I really have no idea where to start.”

“Oh-”

“It’s okay if you’re busy!” Blaine quickly adds, “You must be buried in coursework. Never mind, forget I said-”

“It’s fine!” Kurt says. Classes start next week. Like many other students, Kurt moved to Ljubljana before the semester starts in order to also get to know the city and country.

“I will drop this off at my place,” Blaine nods towards the two bags of groceries, “But we can meet at that park again?”

“Park Zvezda, at Kongresni trg,” Kurt says, “Sounds like a plan.”

–  

End notes: “Shoo, shoo!” he shoos is my peak in writing!

Anyway, as I said in the first chapter, I am definitely putting some spots that I love in the fic, and the pizza place was *chef’s kiss*. I actually didn’t know the name up until 5 minutes ago, when I looked it up on Google Maps for these notes, since I just know it as “the pizza place at Kongresni trg”, but it is the take-away part of Ljubljanski dvor. Kongresni trg is also a place that I love. I also called it “the place to be” in my Ljubljana travel blog. Ahhh, good times.

And the sparrows were definitely a thing, although I slightly exaggerated it for the purpose of the fic. This didn’t happen like this all the time, but it did happen once. My Belgian roommate (let’s call her C in case I will mention her more often) and I went there on her first (or second?) day in the city and the sparrows couldn’t let go. One even tried to drag an entire piece from the paper plates. A lot of people were amused by it, even us. Blaine, on the other hand, really needs his pizza so good thing Kurt stepped up.

Lastly (woah, I didn’t plan on having a long end note), I am definitely taking some liberties with the whole business and study thing here. I have zero (0) knowledge about business and I did study at UoL, but at a different faculty. Kurt’s faculty actually requires a B2 Slovene level, but in this fic... let’s not.

[futurebellyache]

Who should Digest you?

I think I'm tired of the endless grind of work. Any preds following me interested in giving me someplace soft to rest? I’m all yours.

Aaaand post. You finalize your Facebook message as you lean back in your chair. Work had drained you, and some people at work are just absolutely miserable. Fucking Cathy.

Ending up in some cute or sexy person's gut sounded wonderful. You had a couple of ideas, but you were a tad interested to see who volunteered…

The first comment came in mere minutes after posting.

Stephanie Simmerset

OMG BRO IVE WANTED THIS MY WHOLE LIFE! PLEASE LET ME EAT YOU. IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME <3

You aren't at all surprised to see your little sister, Stephanie, jumping at this opportunity.

She had always been your cute little sister, and you'd spoiled her rotten. And perhaps because of that, she'd grown quite affectionate to you. At first it was cute stuff like 'marrying big bro', but eventually, it turned vorish and she'd pestered you about being her 18th birthday present. How wonderful having her brother be her first meal would be.

You thankfully weren't able to attend and had been avoiding her these last few months. But… spoiling her one last time and helping stretch out her gut doesn't sound like a terrible way to go. The idea of replacing the baby fat she’d lost in the last several years makes you feel a bit odd…

Stephanie was a bit of a scatterbrained blonde, forgetful but in a way that made her quite endearing. She’d grown a lot over the years, now reaching you in height. Though her curves were still quite petite. She wasn’t exactly a trained pred, and hadn’t gotten the chance to mold her T&A into the bombshell you expect from predators.

You'd taken it as the desire of a young girl to be like the voracious adults, but now she was old enough where you think she could actually swallow you down. Perhaps you could help her take this important step to adulthood. An untrained pred was barely different from a prey in the eyes of a hungry predator. You’d be keeping her safe by letting her digest you. Plus the slight taboo of your sister appeals to your perverted side…

You hear your phone ding, must be another comment. The second is… you can't help but let out an immense sigh.

Cathy Bingleheart

Hah! Always knew you were a prey slut. If you want a real gut to mess you up, mine would LOVE to put you in your place.

Fucking Cathy.

You'd had to follow her to be friendly since your company was so small. You had grown to despise her. She was a fake blonde with a fairly chubby gut. One you bet she'd just gotten from her shitty diet and lack of exercise. There’s no way she could actually entice somebody inside of her, though physically she didn’t seem weak.

But… she was rather stacked. Her tits were massive, like volleyballs that pushed out farther than her gut. And her ass would definitely smother you. If she ate you, you'd be lost in that sea of fat. Probably with those interns who all 'suddenly quit' last year. Likely trusted her a bit more than they should have.

There's some masochistic desire inside you that's tempted to allow her to have your way for you. No matter how frustrating the idea is.

While you argue with your inner submissive demon, another ding and another comment.

Jennifer Gammy

I see you've finally decided to become a meal. You know I'd always be willing to accommodate you. I'd make sure you went out happy. My belly always has room for somebody like you.

Her words linger on your mind and remind you of back when you'd dated her. This was Jennifer, or Jen as most people called her. She was a very tall, slightly chubby woman with long red hair. She was a tad plump all over, a very soft-looking girl. You can still feel her gentle warmth around you when you close your eyes.

You'd actually been in the same friend circle for a while and gradually drifted closer, until finally dating. And then you learned just how kinky she was. She would tie you up in her lap and idly play games with you in her lap, holding the controller at your crotch, licking your feet, roleplay of her cheating with some dude and eating them to hide them (the dude wasn't aware it was roleplay), even temporarily holding you in her gut. Sometimes even for hours, and in public.

You'd absolutely still be with her if you could, but she'd suddenly realized she could no longer see you as anything but food. And dating food was ridiculous. So you broke up. After everything you'd been through, you'd become a flustered mess just talking to her. So after it all, you'd kind of drifted apart.

But now you could meet again. Though, this time you really would be food… You can't help but wonder how much she meant those words. How exactly would she treat you if you willingly gave yourself to her?

While you reminisce, your phone beeps again. You flip it open and see the face of the cutest boy you know.

Addison JustAddison

If you're just THROWING yourself away. Let me have you. I promise, it'll be as wonderful as that night we spent together. I even have some fun stuff we could try, since dieing doesn't matter ;)

And don't worry, I'll make sure to flush your ass

It was Addison… You couldn’t quite believe it. He was always dressed as a girl, and was a one night thing you'd had years ago. He had absolutely dominated you. He is the only person who has managed to knock you unconscious through sheer pleasure. You can't even remember how many times you'd cum that one night alone. He’d adored making you struggle beneath him, feeling himself inside you. Honestly, you can still feel him cumming inside you, in a way. Or perhaps that’s just your mind playing tricks…

And he hadn't left you anything to find him again. He'd ruined you and left. Until now, almost as if he had been waiting. He must have been keeping tabs on you, perhaps if something like this had happened. The account in question was unfamiliar, perhaps having been modified to reveal his hand. What a mysterious boy…

You remember that feeling of being bound to the bed, the taste of his cock on your lips, and what he said he’d do to you the next day. Idly threats to swallow you hole and add you to him… and you were definitely attracted to him. He was thin, but soft. Specifically in the belly and bum. Just enough tummy fat to show that he’d eaten his fair share of people. His pink, shoulder-length hair bounced around and helped accentuate his strange mannerisms. He was always a bit… extra. One of the incredibly fun things about him.

You ignored any of the other comments. These choices were good enough to pick from, and you didn’t wanna spend too long dwelling on it. Last thing you’d want is to upset them by getting cold feet. But which person deserved to have you? Two of them meant something in your life, but the other two would put you in your place. One was an absolute bitch, and the other just wants your body squirming for them.

You open your phone once more and thumb to a private chat you had with a number of people. All of whom were interested in taking a vorish plunge themselves, but hadn’t for various reasons.

Hey guys, which of these girls (and guy) do you think I should let eat me?

Feel free to comment below who you would to consume you. Highest points will be picked for the continuation. Extra points if you tell why.

[wisegalaxysweets]

Class of 2008: Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter of the Larry fic I am working on. It is on my AO3, but I am also posting the chapters here for those that prefer it. 

pairing: Bad Boy!Harry Styles x Football Captain!Louis Tomlinson

rating: G (this fic will have eventual smut, but this chapter does not) 

word count: 3k

a/n: This fic is set at the start of the school year in 2007 where Louis Tomlinson is captain of the football team and the new freshman wearing leather, lots of rings, and sporting curly hair begins occupying his mind. 

The hallways were filled with a buzz of excitement as the new year began. Just like every year when summer ended and classes started up again, all of the energy that had been spread across the small town was now housed in one building. Hundreds of teenagers reuniting with friends and enemies alike. 

Louis walked through the familiar corridors that he knew and had come to love after the past three years. There was a sort of charm to the old decrepit building that made it feel like another home to him. The squeaky lockers, the wooden floors, colors on the walls that hadn’t been updated since 1985. All that time made it a little bittersweet stepping through the doors this morning. 

“There he is! Big man on campus!” The loud voice boomed behind Louis causing him to turn and see his friend Mike just as he was scooped into a crushing embrace, the larger boy lifting him off his feet. He questioned how the quarterback was able to wear his letterman jacket in such hot weather, the old age of the building not giving much solace from the August heat outside. 

“You act like you haven’t seen me at practice for the last month man.” Louis quips as he is placed back on the ground only to be jostled around, the rest of his teammates shoving him with their shoulders. 

“Yeah but we are officially seniors now and that makes you, our totally awesome captain, the big man on campus!” All of the boys cheering around Louis, and causing a general raucous, has him folded over with laughter. 

This was his favorite way to start the school year, even if he felt a twinge of sadness that this was his last year of high school. He liked it here. Not just his friends, but he liked his classes, he enjoyed being popular and having somewhere to go where people liked him and looked up to him. It wasn’t that he was top of his class, but he did well in school and that was good enough for him. 

“Don’t forget Mike,” Tom, the tight end, chimes in, “Lou here is not only a senior, but he also has the smokenest babe on campus for his arm candy!” The boys hoot and holler crudely at the remark of Louis’ girlfriend Jennifer. She may be cheer captain, and they may be going on three years of dating, but Louis still doesn’t love it when the guys comment on her looks.

“Ok ok enough of that you animals. Jen is more than a pretty face, she is sweet and far more intelligent than you lot.” Louis thinks back to growing up with Jen and knowing her far before he ever asked her out. People thought they were the perfect match even before they were dating so it only made sense when he finally made it official the summer before their freshman year. 

“Yeah and probably a minx in the sack!” One of the other boys shouts as he slaps Louis over the back, causing him to glare back. 

He was never one to objectify women or play into the pig-headedness of the guys that he surrounded himself with every day. It was something he prided himself on and he never saw the appeal. Most of the cheerleaders said that made him a really sweet guy.

“You guys really don’t help the football player stereotype when you make comments like that.” Louis shakes his head as the guys all giggle and grin at the childish comment. 

As the guys say their goodbyes to head towards home room, their captain is stopped in his tracks as he lays eyes on a tall, curly haired biker, sporting a leather jacket, unusually tight jeans, and aviators. The figure whisks by him as if he weren’t even there, leaving a cloud of heavenly sweet musk. 

Louis has never seen anyone like him before in his life, and while he thinks he should probably be scared of the boy, he finds himself intrigued and wanting to know him more. He feels like he was almost transported back in time seeing some greaser that used to walk the halls of the school, but there were barely people who dressed like that in the year 2007.

“Lou!” The high pitched voice of his girlfriend pulls him out of his trance, turning on his heel to meet her as she approaches his locker. “Happy first day of senior year!” She bounces lightly on her toes and places a gentle peck on his cheek in greeting.

“Hey Jen, you too. How are you feeling about this year?” Louis opens his locker to find the books for his first few classes before lunch.

“I’m really looking forward to the season this year and I can’t wait for prom!” Jen’s blonde ponytail swinging behind her with excitement. 

Prom. 

Louis had almost completely forgotten. Every year their school made a big fuss about prom. Not only with themes and decorations, but with warning the seniors that they shouldn’t drink and drive. Going so far as to have a smashed up vehicle sit on the front lawn of the campus for the month leading up to the end of the school year. 

There was so much pressure around prom and the expectations of what the seniors should or shouldn’t do with their last big school sanctioned dance before they leave for good. It wasn’t like the captain of the football team was planning on getting shitfaced and joyriding on prom night, but still he wanted to have fun. Louis just smiles and nods his head, hoping that will suffice as a response to his girlfriend.

--

The first half of the day flies by with teachers introducing themselves and giving a brief synopsis of what they have planned for the school year. It isn’t long before all of the students are filing into the old cafeteria, splitting off into their cliques like they do every year. Round tables surrounded by geeks, freaks, and barbie wannabes alike. The football team sits together just like they always do, their cheerleading girlfriends hanging around their necks or perched upon their laps. They may be a loud group, but they are well liked and Louis doesn’t seem to mind their crude behavior since he is so used to it. 

His eyes are caught once again across the sea of teenagers by the tall boy with the leather jacket. He must be new, Louis thinks as he watches the figure glide to an empty table at the back of the room. He doesn’t even realize he is staring until the curly headed boy lowers his sunglasses, locking his gaze with Louis’, revealing the most enchanting eyes he has ever seen. 

He chokes on his milk, liquid sputtering out of his mouth when those eyes toss a wink in his direction. A shocked screech comes from Jen who was on the receiving end of the spit take that has the rest of the football team laughing obnoxiously. Their captain gets up, milk still flowing from his face as he runs off to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

Louis can’t get his mind off of those eyes for the rest of the school day. The words of his teachers are mumbles just droning in the back of his mind. 

As the last bell rings, he finds himself back in his yearly routine getting changed in the locker room for his after school football practice. Louis’ thoughts are still on the stranger, leaving him to be the last person heading out of the locker room and towards the field. 

The cheerleading squad chants in the distance as Louis makes his way down the sidewalk. The blue sky above is free of clouds, the sun shining brightly in his face. He walks distractedly down the path, his attention only being caught by a figure only recently becoming familiar. 

The tall stranger is sitting on top of his ridiculously macho Harley, gaze following Louis as he locks eyes with him. Sitting on the blacktop near the football field, a slight smirk curls the edges of his mouth when he realizes the football player has seen him. Their staring contest is interrupted only by a rock that trips Louis causing him to fall flat on his face. 

He lifts himself up with a groan only to see the gorgeous boy that he was looking at, laughing hysterically before driving off with a revved engine. Small bits of gravel being kicked up in his wake. 

The football captain curses as he brushes the dirt off himself and jogs to meet up with the rest of his team. Thank god no one had seen his embarrassing fall. No one except the mysterious stranger, that is. 

Why was he even here? Louis couldn’t wrap his head around the stranger and found practice a little more difficult as his mind fell back to the pair of emerald eyes he couldn’t seem to shake.

Who just laughs at someone else’s clumsy behavior like that? More than anything Louis is slightly annoyed. He continues to dwell on the moment long after practice has ended and he has changed back into his regular clothes. 

“What kind of asshole just watches and laughs as someone faceplants?” Louis asks himself as he gets in his car to head home. He feels this annoyance turn to irritation and resolves that his previous interest in getting to know the stranger was wrong. His tires squeal slightly as he drives home with a bit too much fervor and rage.

It isn’t until he has flopped onto his bed later that evening that he resolves to not let the handsome jerk take up any more of his brain power. He had barely been able to get through his homework without thinking of the long haired boy and he couldn’t stand it any longer. 

Nope he won’t think of those deep green eyes. 

Weeks pass by like normal and Louis gets over his humiliation. There are similar staring contests as the two walk through the musty old hallways, but he doesn’t entertain the stranger too long so as not to fall over himself again. He would hate to ruin the wooden floors throughout the school that he loved.

“Tomlinson.” The gruff voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks to his teammate Mike across the lunch table. “Do you know Styles or something?” Mike chewed almost like a cow on his hamburger, jaw moving from one side to the other.

“Styles?” He questions with a raised brow. Not knowing what he was referring to. 

“Yeah, you two are always burning holes into each other’s heads. You know him?” Realization dawned on him that his friend was talking about the gorgeous asshole that had laughed at him. Louis glanced briefly over to the table of the boy in question to see him talking lightly with the few friends he had made in the past few weeks at school. Not that Louis really noticed, he wasn’t keeping tabs on the guy or anything.

“Oh uh not really, he’s kind of rude isn’t he?” He took a careful sip of his milk, not wanting a repeat spit take like the one that had happened on the first day of school.

“Who, Harry?” James, the team’s wide receiver chimed in. “He just moved in down the street from me. His family is pretty nice. He mostly keeps to himself though so I don’t know much else.”

Harry Styles

Finally a name to put with the attractive jerk that he had been silently staring at for weeks. 

“Well he gives me a weird vibe.” Tom decided to join in on the conversation. 

“He’s not horrible, maybe a little standoffish at first, but I’ve said hi to him a few times in passing. Nothing like the staring contests you and him have, Tomlinson.” James nudges into Louis’ side at his remark. The other guys chuckling.

“He laughed at me.” Louis blurts out before he can stop himself. He mentally facepalms for saying anything. 

“Laughed at you for what?” Even Jen had joined in on the conversation now. A slight blush rose to smatter across Louis’ face as he looked around at his expectant friends waiting for an answer.

“It was nothing, I tripped on my way to practice and he just laughed at me. Like what kind of asshole does that?” The guys laughed a little before shushing one another as their captain glared daggers at them.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. He does seem mean.” His girlfriend moved even closer into his side than she already was to lay a comforting hand over his shoulder. He wasn’t a coward and he didn’t realize how much Harry laughing at him had actually bruised his ego. So what if he was hot and had a face carved like a statue? Louis was going to give him a piece of his mind. 

After lunch he found the Styles boy at his locker, all gorgeous and gangly with his curly hair and tight jeans. Ugh. Louis stomped up and was annoyed at how much he had to crank his neck back to look at the taller boy. 

“Styles, right?” Those eyes he knew well by now glanced down at him before returning to his locker. What could he possibly be focusing on? This biker wannabe couldn’t possibly be a good student or care about his classes for that matter so what about his locker was so interesting. Louis huffed in frustration that the taller boy wouldn’t even acknowledge him.

“You’re Harry Styles, right?” He repeated, a little louder than necessary. Not even a glance in Louis’ direction before Harry closed his locker, turned on his heels and walked away. 

The football captain was confused more than anything. Had he just been ignored? It wasn’t often that people would ignore his existence. If anything he got quite a lot of attention. He tried not to let it go to his head, but with being captain of the football team and a decent student, it came with the territory. Rarely could he walk the halls and not have people calling his name in greeting at every turn. Students and teachers alike. 

So to his surprise, the badass wannabe who had already laughed at him once was now not even going to give him the time of day? 

Well fine, two can play at that game. 

[Game On - Disciple]

Jen’s blonde hair swayed gently along with the rest of her body as she lay half off of Louis’ bed, her book for English class in her line of sight suspended above in outstretched arms. Gentle music played through Louis’ boombox on the radio that he had turned on while they worked on their homework. 

The start of September brought earlier nights causing the sun to already be setting even before it was late in the evening. Golden rays streamed through the bedroom window and onto the papers that Louis had spread across his desk. His pencil eraser tapped over the equations from his advanced calculus homework that he had yet to fill out. His mind had been elsewhere. 

He hadn’t told anyone about his exchange with Harry - or lack thereof. Along with ignoring the boy, he wouldn’t complain about him to anyone either. It was becoming harder not to think about him though. There was so much about him that puzzled Louis. He didn’t want to ask anyone about him either because he was ignoring him. Right?

“Do you want to go to the mall this weekend?” Jen’s voice interrupted his thoughts as she sat up on his bed, looking at him now.

“Uhh, I don’t know. Maybe, I think some of the guys wanted to go see that new Superman: Doomsday movie that comes out this weekend,” Louis had found himself spending less time with his girlfriend lately. He didn’t know why, but there was a sudden loss in interest on his part. He felt a weird feeling that he had been playing some sort of role and he was getting exhausted. There was a twinge of guilt as he blew Jen off and he could see the slight hurt in her eyes. “But whichever day they don’t want to go we can go to the mall that day.”

Jen perked up at that and smiled at her boyfriend. “Ok!”

–

Saturday rolled around and there was just something about going to the movies with his friends that had Louis relaxed before their big game that evening. The next few games were crucial if their team wanted to make it to the championship in December. As team captain, Louis always felt a little more pressure to be on his game so having time to hang out with his friends was important to him. 

The guys were messing around while waiting in line at the concession stand to get their popcorn and candy when Louis spotted the familiar head of curls that had been haunting him for days. He had gotten over being ignored by Harry. Really, he had. He wasn’t dwelling on it, he was at the movies with his friends wasn’t he? But that didn’t stop him from staring again like he always did. Normally he would try to be more discreet about it, but he wasn’t playing around anymore. His eyebrows were knit closely as he stared a little too intently. Harry wasn’t even glancing in his direction and so Louis was content on looking at the boy angrily. 

He knows how strange he must look and maybe this isn’t quite ignoring Harry like he told himself he would, but there is only so much he can do when the biker had started walking towards Louis and his friends. That sweet musky smell overtook Louis’ senses again as the taller boy whisked by, without even a small look at Louis. 

He was really amazed, he hadn’t done anything to the new boy to cause him to act like this. There was no reason he should be ignored and it was starting to get on his nerves. There wasn’t much he could do about it with the big game tonight so he took a deep breath and put it out of his mind so he could relax and have some fun with his friends. 

–

The excitement leading up to a game never changes. No matter how many games Louis plays and no matter how important the game is to their team. He loves to feel the buzz that thrums through the stadium as fans sit in anticipation of what is about to begin. 

Coach had given a rousing pep-talk before the game, but it seemed to go in one of Louis’ ears and out the other. He feels the world fade around him as he leads his team through the tunnel out to the field. Muted roars of applause and cheers slowly bring him back to reality as the team runs onto the field, determined to take this game by the balls. 

Louis has never been more in his element and has never been more ready to lead his team to victory. At least he thought he was, but just as the guys all headed to formation for their first play, he looked up to the crowd for one last burst of confidence and then he saw him. Harry was sitting in the stands on the home side with the rest of the student body. 

Louis didn’t expect to see him there and he could be hallucinating from all of the excitement of the game, but he could swear there is a smile on Harry’s lips. 

No, no he can’t be thinking about Harry right now. He has a game to play. 

There was a sort of determination behind every snap and move from Louis as he played the game and kept his eyes hard set on the field and away from the crowd in the stands. The need to focus on anything other than Harry up amongst his other classmates pushed Louis to lead his team through three successful plays all before half-time. 

“Tomlinson! What has gotten into you?!” Coach slapped him on the back as the team ran off to the sidelines at half-time. Louis just shrugged at the question. What was he supposed to say? “I’m ignoring this hot guy in the stands so my focus is better than usual”? Yeah that would make total sense. But none of this really made sense in the first place. There was no logical reason that Louis was dwelling on Harry. The second half of the game went much like the first.

[lurkingteapot]

Step by Step ค่อย ๆ รัก Ep 5

I got a bit distracted between part 2-3 this time :( Ah well.

- BUS STOP SCENE MUSIC!

- namechecking the big ones like that is cheeky but wtf there’s nothing here that warranted the freak-out I’ve witnessed on the edges, WHAT. Why are fans like that.

- ?!?!? what the fuck happened to Chot?? Hospital??

- I love Krit and his sweater paws

- I do not like this dad. I kinda get his worries, but urgh urgh uuurgh

- JENG TALKING BACK TO HIS DAD helLO

- Krit and Chot are ADORABLE, my god. I do not care for engagement or marriage plots, but this was incredibly sweet.

- oh fuck, Pat, HOW did you think phrasing it like that was a good idea, yikes. I’m not a fan of the Jeng-to-the-rescue trend we’re seeing, but I gotta admit at times, our boy needs it.

- Losing my shit over Jeng creating his own “there was only one bed” situation, this is so unprofessional but somehow the way he does it is hilarious to me nevertheless.

- this seems like a very narrow bed for a presidential suite, also I will never understand this thing where people give beds that sleep two people one giant blanket rather than two separate ones.

- oh no, oh no, oh no

- Put is really hung up on Pat still, huh

- I laughed out loud at the “do you have covid” thing, what a reversal vs twitter ca 2 years ago

- I like that Beam and Ae both get space for their reactions here, but where the ffff is Khanun and his reaction?

 Generally though I like the way we’re cutting from one ship to the next, whether current, building, or past, really appeals to me. All of them are at different stages of their relationships and it’s just … idk idk something about this speaks to me.

- oh this is uncomfortable and I’m LIVING

- oh no, is this a jealousy face-off, yike

- ANOTHER proposal, wow, this ep is really bringing it, huh. (God, Zorzo’s ACTING). But also Kanun’s enthusiasm and Ae and Beam’s reserved reaction … idk idk I kinda. I wonder what exactly is going on with these three, what I slept on here, dynamic-wise. Ae does not seem thrilled.

- oh, this food looks AMAZING, dang

- I like how they do exposition on this show, I really do.

- Jaab is such a spoiled brat, he’s lucky he’s pretty.

- oh? I was not anticipating Jen being the one to initiate a kiss with these two, not with his P’Mon looking so big. But then again I guess when you’ve got Jaab’s whole attention on you that’s gotta be a lot. Can’t wait to see where exactly this goes from here, if it goes anywhere.

- watching fireworks, what a trope, I love itttt this is so c-- OH MY GOD HE P’JENG’d him

Well, it’s a good thing Tuesday will bring a new episode. The preview looks devastating, I will die of second hand embarrassment, but ARGH I want to know what’s going on!

[littlemissidontcare]

I might say something controversial now but I’m gonna take that risk. Brad Pitt. He got away with the Aniston thing because of the way it was presented (plus it was a different time back then when everyone wasn’t so sensitive and cancel culture didn’t exist). The story was that he and Angie weren’t really fond of each other on set, Angie was even aggressive toward him because she was D-O-N-E with men’s bs (her marriage situation being the main reason), and so the crew got them both locked up so they could just fight it out, Angie broke down, Brad comforted her, they talked for hours and Brad ended up supporting her separation from her husband and her decision to adopt a kid on her own (which was the reason for her divorce). He became a good friend. Bought toys for her adopted son. They started spending more time together and they developed feelings. When he realized that, he separated from Aniston and asked for divorce. No actual physical cheating was involved, he just met a person whom he developed the feelings for and as soon as it happened and before it got any further, he ended his marriage to Jen. That was the main story. Now whether you want to believe it or not, it’s on you, but it’s a much more appealing and that was what made people LOVE Brad and Angie (also the movie was 🔥). The abuse accusations, I have a hard time believing myself tbh, not because I love Brad Pitt (I’m personally indifferent toward him), but because Angelina herself multiple times stated that they had a rule that when one of them is away working, the other one stays with kids. So you mean to tell me that she had no problem leaving her kids with the man who was constantly abusive to her AND those kids? Also, Angelina said that she and Brad got married because their kids wanted that, after 15 fucking years of being together, after all the alleged abuse, the kids that saw their mother being beaten up by that man, ask her to marry him? Nah I don’t fucking buy it. Imagine your mother gets beat up, you get beat up trying to help save her and you are like you know you two should get married. The fuck. Oh and the alcohol and drugs claim... again, she had no problem leaving an addict with her kids? Not to mention that any kind of substance abuse makes a huge impact on and extremely damages a person’s appearance. Brad still looks fine. He’s older now of course, but he still looks good, which wouldn’t have been the case had he had alcohol and drugs problem. Just look at Johnny Depp. Look at his ex Kate Moss. Those are the actual addicts. Fucking tragic. Brad’s team was actually smart for not denying anything but taking a redemption route but Angie went too far with abuse claims which aren’t redeemable, so you see Brad’s team denying those. Again, I’m not a fan of any of those people, though I’d take Angie as being the closest I could care about, but the whole situation just doesn’t make any fucking sense and screams cheap attention.