#would not have gone so badly if not for the fireworks
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justanotherhh ¡ 9 months ago
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i do get waaaay too much into pointing at my in-my-head corkboard like "blitzø did nothing wrong!!! (apart from the crimes and the alienating and the insulting and the-)"
no but specifically that it doesn't make sense to me to talk about "who was right and who was wrong" within the blitzø and stolas dynamic, or the blitzø and fizz dynamic, because what's actually happening is far more interesting to analyse/observe the ongoing development of. quite probably from the sounds of things... blitzø was in the wrong with verosika.... but youknow. he's a mess. he needs to stop sleeping with his employers/his employers need to stop sleeping with him. good on stolas for realising he needs to change that dynamic for there to be any semblance of a chance for this to go well in future
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fallingfor-fics ¡ 3 months ago
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Anything: Melissa Schemmenti x reader
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here is part 2 to Meetings in Secret!!
Pairing: Step-Aunt Melissa x Step-Niece Reader (not blood relatives!!)
Word count: almost 9k
Warnings: fooling around with your step-moms sister, mild smut, fingering, reader goes down on mel, some angst, drug and alcohol usage
Summary: Melissa is staying over for New Years and lets just say a lot of stuff happens in the span of 48 hours.
not very well proofread tbh
Melissa was set to arrive at your house the day before New Years Eve, and of course your family was having a huge gathering at Mary and Melissa’s brothers bar. They were going to have fireworks for the count down, tons of food, and live music. That meant there was no way you were gonna miss out on a party like this. Thankfully you got lucky and your mom wanted you to spend the first day Melissa was in town with her, so you agreed to give yourself an extra day of mental preparation. That meant when you returned home from a night at your moms, you saw Melissa’s car in the driveway, and let out a deep sigh. You’d be lying if you said you didn't put on a little makeup before getting out of the car even if you were about to go shower it all off. You noticed Mary's car was gone and you furrowed your brows. You walked up and unlocked the door, walking in and looking around. It was dead quiet aside from the muffled sounds of a TV coming from the living room. You walked in and saw your dad on the couch.
“Oh hey. Where is everyone?” you asked as you went to get a cup of water. 
“They ran out to get stuff for the food they are taking to the party tonight. We are leaving at 6 are you riding with us or following up?” he asked as his eyes remained on the TV
“Um, I will ride with.” You said and he nodded.
“Great, I'm gonna go shower.” You walked to your room to set your things down and you looked at the door to the guest room, it was cracked slightly and you could feel the lingering presence Melissa left behind. You shook your head and headed into the shower. The one thing you hated about this bathroom was how badly it fogged up, it would get steamy and humid and you hated getting dressed in there, so usually you would just dry your hair a bit and wrap a towel around yourself, and then go get dressed in your room. So you did, stepping out on the towel you put down, drying your feet, and then drying your hair. You opened the bathroom door and the cool air hit your damp skin causing you to shiver, you moved to round the corner out of the bathroom and that's when you saw, standing in front of the door to the guest room, your angel. She was paused on her phone, one hand on the door. You knew there was no sneaking by and if you moved the few feet to your room she would see so you just took a deep breath and decided to be brave. You opened your mouth to speak but you couldn't find the words, what were you supposed to say to her after all these months? Soon you  saw your cat coming out of your room and she looked up at you and you looked at her pleading, she just blinked and then meowed loudly. You shut your eyes and sighed before looking over. Melissa heard the cry and turned with a smile on her face that soon faded when she saw you. You stood in front of her, hair dripping around you, water trickling down your arm slowly, your skin glistening from the dew of your shower. Your hand was clutched around the towel, pressing your breasts together, your cleavage on display and you had the most frightened yet desperate look in your eyes as they laid on her. 
“Hey” was all you could choke out and her lip twitched into a smile at the sound of your voice.
“Hey hon.” she replied and you smiled. You decided you didn't have to stand here anymore, and turned to walk to your room. You shut the door, locking it and let out a sigh.  Melissa let out her own breath she was holding in the whole interaction, and went into her room. God that was awkward, was all you could think. Despite your heart racing you thought it didn't go too bad, but definitely less dramatic than you thought it’d be. As you did every step of your routine you wondered what Melissa was thinking after that interaction. Did she care at all? 
To go out, you put on a black mini skirt and sparkly top along with sheer black tights, and some black leather boots to match your leather jacket you were bringing in case you stepped outside. Before fully dressing, you put on a silk robe to wear while you did your makeup and hair. However, you needed your blow dryer next and you remembered it was in the guest bathroom that was in Melissa’s room. You let out a sigh as you realized and cursed under your breath before going back to adding the finishing touches to your face. With a tight chest and almost dry hair from the procrastinating, you walked over to her door and knocked gently. She answered and you felt your stomach fill with butterflies at the sight of her, her own hair and makeup was already done, but she was also only wearing a robe, her lacy bra-clad breasts peaked out and you swallowed as you kept your gaze on her face, her eyes were sparkling with surprise and confusion, and you felt your throat get dry. 
“Um, my blow dryer is in the bottom drawer of the vanity.” you said softly and she nodded moving out of the way slowly. You walked in quickly and grabbed the hair utensil before walking towards the door. 
“So you’re going with us tonight?” she asked in the midst of the silence and you stopped, looking at her slowly. 
“Yup I'm riding up with y’all.” you nodded then turned on your heel and walked to your room. 
By the time everyone was ready it was a little past six, and you were grabbing your purse and heading to the door. Your dad was already in the car warming it up, and you learned Jude was at Anthony’s and was going to ride with him. Which meant it would just be you and Melissa in the backseat, for the thirty minute drive. You went and got in, sitting behind your dad and facing towards the window, the less contact the better. After a few minutes, Mary and her came walking out, locking the door and coming up to the truck. You didnt turn to look at anyone, and just kept your gaze out the window. 
“You got the jalapeno poppers right, Melissa?” Mary asked and with a crinkle of tin foil Melissa confirmed as she set the tray between the two of you. She looked at you as she did and you could feel her eyes tracing your silhouette but you continued to look away. The drive was going fast as you zoned out, looking at the scenery and the lights sparkling in the dark distance. You sighed and your breath fogged the window and you drew a star watching as it faded just as you made the fifth point. 
“So Y/n how was your mom’s?” Mary asked kindly from the front and you looked up at her, Melissa's gaze on you could be seen in your peripheral vision. 
“It was good to see her.” Was all you said and you looked back out the window. You didn't really like to get into the situation with your mom, but Mary was very respectful about that so she just nodded. 
Soon you were arriving at the bar, mingling, and drinking with people. The friends you had invited got there soon after and you were hanging out with them before they had to leave to go to their own family's parties. Of course you didn't tell them about Melissa, so you tried your best to lay low and avoided her for most of the night. You had grabbed a beer and stepped outside, taking a break from dancing and going to get some air. The air was crisp and made your cheeks tingle, and the moon reflected off the blanket of snow surrounding everything. Some people nearby had already started shooting off fireworks so there were a good amount of people outside too. There was still thirty minutes til midnight, but a lot of people were already getting ready. 
You rested your hands on the wooden railing of the porch, and looked out at the sky as you sipped your drink and tuned out the faint popping noises. You had a few drinks in you and you were feeling pretty good, but you decided to pull out your cigarettes from your purse, the crumpled pack you kept on hand for times like this. You took one out and looked for your lighter, you heard a flick and looked up, a taller man with dark hair and scruff held out his hand with a flame ignited from a silver lighter, you looked at him as you moved, lighting yours and then moving back, you held up the pack to him and he shook his head. 
“Thanks.” you said finally as you breathed out.
“No problem. Im TJ.” he said with a nod and you nodded in response. 
“Y/n. Are you part of the party or just here at the bar?” you asked as you took a drag and blew it away from him. 
“I'm here with the family, I'm John's son.” you nodded and looked down to hide your awkward face. 
“Cool, Mary is my step-mom.” you said quietly as you looked anywhere but at him. You felt him stand closer as he stood against the railing and looked at you.
“Do you go to school around here? You’re in college right?”
“Yeah, my school isn't too far out from here, but I still stay on campus.” you finished and he nodded, taking a sip of his own beer in hand. 
“Do you, uh, have a boyfriend?” he asked and you were surprised by his boldness, you smoked awkwardly as you thought of how to respond. To be honest he was a very attractive guy, but you had put a pause on dating men awhile ago and you didn't want to kick off the new year with one. Unbeknownst to you, Melissa was watching the boy flirt from her spot at the bar inside. She saw your body standing close to his through the large windows and she felt her jaw clench as she watched him smile and talk at you with smothering confidence. She could tell you weren't interested, she knew he was far from your type and she debated going over there. 
People were getting restless and antsy in anticipation for the countdown, and Melissa did want to get some fresh air. She shook her head at her subconscious offering up reasons to go see you. She knew she needed to stay away from you, give you space, and let you live your life. She had to keep whatever forest fire of drama she would bring to your life far from you. Still there were hooks in her stomach that just pulled her to you. 
As she stood at the bar, the dim lights giving everything a beautiful glow, she admired the way you spoke. The way your pouty lips curled around the filter, and blew out the smoke. She didn't even know you smoke but she didn't seem to care. Her eyes softened at the sight of your reddening cheeks and nose, and she smiled as she looked you up and down, admiring your legs that stood out in the open air beneath a very sheer black tight. She watched as your eyes began to flutter as you looked up at the man and she furrowed her brows in suspicion. What could he have said that all of the sudden had you batting your lashes up at him?
“Yeah I'll get you a drink girl, just wait here.” TJ said before walking inside and you let out a relieved sigh. Your fake smile drops as you put out your cigarette and throw it away along with your empty bottle. 
Melissa watches as TJ walks up next to her to ask the bartender for another one of your drinks and a drink for himself and she can't help the smirk on her face as she looks at you waiting patiently, cutely. Of course you were conning a man for a drink, she laughed at the idea since it only made her more fond of you and your brilliant mind. 
“Hey Aunt Mel.” TJ spoke and she reluctantly muttered a response. He walked back out to you and she felt her chest tense up with envy. There was an urge deep in her stomach that made her unable to keep her eyes off of you. She wanted to be the person you were talking to at a bar on New Years. A loud voice caught her attention and she looked over to her cousin telling everyone there was only ten minutes left. She let out a huff and sipped her beer, looking back out the window at you.
“Yeah so it can get pretty intense but I like it.” TJ said after finishing his fifth sentence about himself. His low voice had long ago been tuned out and you stood mindlessly nodding and humming in agreement. 
“Do you want to kiss at midnight?” he said with a clear voice and you felt your cheeks grow red. He went right out and asked and you had to give him credit for the bravery, but now you were left there. Melissa managed to hear the question when a passerby opened the door outside for a brief moment and she quickly felt her arms grow itchy and hot as her blood rose in temperature. Why this was bothering her so much she didn't understand. She wished she didn't care, but she did and the jealousy moving through her veins made her neck twitch. It grew worse when she saw you turn to face him, looking up at him once again with starry eyes. However this time she saw you say something and then turn to walk towards the door. Crowds of people were all around fitting tightly in the bar and the live music echoing throughout the high ceiling created a busy atmosphere. Melissa watched you walk in and start to weave through people, a hunch gave her an idea of where you were going and she pushed herself off the bar and walked towards the back. She saw you walking towards the hall of the restroom and she casually sped up to reach you. 
“Y/n” She grabbed your elbow, pulling you back firmly before pushing you against the wall. After the initial shock wore off, and you registered who you were looking at, you threw her hands off you and tried to step back, your back against the wall stopping you. If only you could melt through walls you would be able to solve this problem.
“Ugh I just have to pee. Leave me alone.” Was all you said as you pushed past her and went into the restroom. You were fairly tipsy and this isn't something you wanted to deal with right now, especially not with midnight being minutes away. Was it a little presumptive, probably, but in the moment your dazed brain couldn't think of anything else to say. Thankfully she didn't follow you in, and you looked at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands, nose and cheeks red from the cold. You patted under your eye and touched up what you could with your finger before finishing up and then taking a breath and heading back out. To your surprise Melissa wasn't there and you began to wonder if it was a hallucination. 
 You decided to go outside for the countdown, your friends had all left already and you didn't feel like being around that many strangers right now. There was a hill right off the porch that overlooked a lake, a skyline of the city behind it. Of course some people were sitting down by the lake to watch the fireworks, and you remembered you needed a glass of champagne, grabbing one from a table inside, before heading outside. You looked around for a place to stand and looked down at your phone, two minutes. Soon you felt a hand grasp your upper arm firmly and pull you and you looked to see red hair and a sparkly top. You didn't protest and just followed as she pulled you around to the back of the bar. It was down hill and out of view from most that would recognize you, and you huffed as she pushed you against the building once again. The number of patterns between you two was getting frightening at this rate.  
“Jesus Melissa, what do you want from me?” you asked, frustration evident in your voice as you crossed your arms.
“What were you doing flirtin with TJ?” she asked firmly and you made a face at the question. 
“I wasn't, what were you stalking me?” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes, Melissa grabbed your jaw and you looked at her as she smiled. 
“Just can't help yourself huh? You just go for anyone that gives you attention?” she laughed and you huffed looking down.
“No, Melissa, you were the only one and you know it, thats what makes this so fucked up. But you know that too.” you said with a hint of sarcasm, grabbing her hand from your jaw and pulling it off. You grabbed her belt loops and turned to push her against the wall now, you retracted your arms to sit across your chest. She looked at you with shock, speechless from what you had said and the action that followed. Suddenly roars of cheers could be heard as people started counting down from ten. 
“Y/n, I-” her lip twitched and she just looked over your face as you stared at her with undeserving compassion. The look in your eyes only made it harder for her to resist you, though you almost looked at her with an innocent pity. She saw your pupils shrink and your eyes grow darker as you furrowed your brows and shook your head slightly. 
“You want me to tell you what you wanna hear? Right? Well, this is all you, Melissa. So make a decision and stop fucking with me.” you spat out in frustration, your eyes beginning to brim with tears from the pent up emotions. Suddenly everyone started to yell ‘Happy New Year’ from the top of their lungs and Melissa laughed, grabbing your hips with force and pulling you into her. Her hand found your jaw once again and gripped it tightly as she kissed you with passion and fire. She quickly turned you so you were against the wall again and you felt your back being pushed hard into the rough brick of the building. Her tongue roamed your mouth without shame and you couldn't help the moan that crawled up your throat at the motions. Forceful hands gripped your hips, her thumbs digging into the flesh below your hip bone and her own breasts pressed into yours. When you heard a loud final cheer you pushed her face away from yours, her mouth attempting to meet yours again in a reflex before she pulled back and looked at your reddening face. 
“Fuck- No we have to stop.” she said looking down and you rolled your eyes as you shook your head in annoyance. 
“Happy fuckin new year Melissa.” you scoffed, shoving her away from you with little effort and walking up the hill with a slight stumble, and then back inside. You felt frustration build up again and your cheeks grew hot. You sped to the bathroom and locked yourself in a stall before small tears fell and you wiped them quickly, sniffling a bit from the cold. Melissa stringing you all around was giving you a headache, and every rejection from her you went through chipped away at your faith and ego. After gathering all the pieces of you again you let out an exhausted sigh and exited the restroom. You found your dad and told him you were ready to go and he sighed. If it wasn't for Jude also wanting to leave you would have had to stay longer, but your dad drove the both of you home and dropped you off before driving back. 
“Why did you leave early?” Jude asked as you unlocked the door and you shrugged. 
“I was just tired, you?” he nodded. 
“It was too loud and I'm still hungover from last night.” he admitted and you laughed.
“Anthony?” you asked with a brow raised and he nodded. “Glad you're being cautious.” you nodded and he said goodnight as you parted ways. The moment it was just you and yourself you felt your chest sink in. A weight was placed that you couldn't shake and caused you to wash your face and brush your teeth before crawling into bed and turning out the light. 
You didn't wake up until one in the afternoon.
You woke up from the light in your room along with the sound of people talking in the kitchen and you sighed. You turned over grabbing your phone and felt a slight twinge of shame at the sight of the time. You hated sleeping this late. Below it sat messages from Mary and your dad asking you if you wanted to go with everyone to their sisters house, followed by messages from a few minutes ago that said they were leaving since you didn't answer. You weren't upset in the slightest and took the opportunity to just rot back into bed and not leave until this weekend was over.
Eventually you had fallen asleep and when you woke back up the sun had started setting. With a long sigh you slinked out of bed and walked to the bathroom. You decided to shower to get the sleep and lingering Melissa off of you, and you seemed to not be able to think of anything else. In the shower and as you got out all you could do was think about her, and her lips on yours. The sweet sounds of her moans, the way she felt under your touch and against you. All these months, you had almost forgotten how she felt and reacted to things. These thoughts of her would get smothered by memories of her continuous rejections. It was the back and forth that made it so unbearable. You just needed her to decide and to stop being such a selfish, beautiful, two-sided-- a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts and you furrowed your brows. You got up and walked to your door, opening it slowly and feeling your lungs tighten when your eyes land on Melissa. Your brows furrowed and you ran a hand along your forehead with an annoyed groan. While it may have been a childish action, you didn't care because it was how you felt.
“Please just- can we talk?” she said in a steady and calm tone, deep and raspy yet kind. She was never bothered by your “immature” gestures.
“Is everyone back?” you asked, looking out of your room and she nodded. 
“Jude went to Anthony’s and your dad and Mary went to bed.” she replied and you turned to look at your clock, realizing it was nine already. You frowned when you realized how much time you lost thinking about her. Then your eyes went wide when you remembered you had plans tonight. 
“Oh I actually can't talk right now, my friends are coming to get me at ten we are going out for a new year celebration.” You said apologetically before moving into your room to start setting out your clothes and shoes. Melissa stepped in and shut the door slightly behind her.
“Does your dad know?” she asked and you shook your head.
“Considering I haven't talked to him since he drove me home, I'm gonna say no.” you fixed your hair and did some light but flattering makeup. In your vanity mirror you could see Melissa looking around your room, soaking up bits of your life and personality through the posters and trinkets scattered neatly around. 
Melissa knew she was in no place to tell you it was not safe to go out tonight, or that you should just stay home since its late, but as she watched you do your makeup she felt her heart ache and she sighed shaking her head, she had to stop these feelings now before they got worse. She had to stop observing you behaving.. domestically. It only made her chest hurt more. 
“Hon, I'm sorry for last night.” she said softly and you looked at her through the mirror and just put on a smile for her.
“Dont worry about it.” After adding the finishing touches you stood up and grabbed your dress. The air in your bedroom grew heavy as you looked up at her and your hands held the dark fabric. 
“Sorry,” she turned around and you blushed as you got dressed, “I just want you to know it won't happen again, and it's my last night and I think from now on if I come to town i'll just stay in a hotel to be safe.” she said all of this so casually, facing away from you and fidgeting with her fingers, but her voice was so neutral. You looked at her as you slipped your pants off and paused to think. The tone and words Melissa was speaking out made a funk wash over you that you couldn't quite name. While you had said you wanted her to make a decision, the way she was acting was making you feel insignificant. Like all her words were phrased like the beginning or end of an email. 
“I don't think that's necessary, I'm perfectly capable of being normal.” You slipped on your dress and stepped into your shoes. 
“I'm sure you are but, y/n,” she let out a huff and looked down and you furrowed your brows, sensing the shift in energy. You walked closer and she let in a breath, “I don't know if I can stay away from you. You're just too… ethereal.” she said with a small laugh at the last word. You don't know why but all you felt was anger washing over you rapidly at her use of the word. The word you searched so hard for to describe her so she knew just how radiant she had looked to you,  only to be turned away and scolded for it. Now, all these months later, she begins to understand its meaning and uses it to for you?
“Melissa.” you said firmly, now standing right behind her, your hand coming to her shoulder to let her turn back around. “You use that word like it didn't cause you to nearly jump away from me when I said it to you.” You kept your chin high and your back straight, hoping she didnt see through the fake confidence and find out how much she intimidated you.
“I know. Baby I think you are phenomenal, but this thing would only cause trouble.” she said gesturing between the two of you and you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. Just when you thought she was trying to be genuine, she throws another cliche. You grab your purse and phone and look at her with a small scowl.
“It already has. Don't worry though, if you say it's over, it's over.” you brushed past her and headed out, your friends ready to pick you up outside.
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It had been awhile since you had been under the influence of anything that wasn't weed or alcohol, but when you got in the car after Melissa's revelations, your friend's friend offered you some ecstasy and well of course you did not decline in your current state. However, you were having a delightful time because of this fact. You were hardly thinking of Melissa, and you were just happily dancing with your friends, and drinking some cocktails. It was all around a great night until suddenly everything went downhill really fast when you went to the restroom and were waiting in the line. There were three women ahead of you and you just scrolled on your phone as you waited. You came across a picture Melissa put on instagram and you felt your stomach twirl and you furrowed your brows. You soon felt an ache between your legs and you let out a small sigh. You forgot the increased libido that can sometimes come with this substance.
When it was finally your turn you went in to pee and looked up at the wall in front of you. Your eyes widened when you saw a particular writing amongst all the scribbles and words on the walls that stood out to you. Though you knew it was a mere coincidence, seeing a heart etched around an M and your own initial, caused you to let out a pathetic laugh. You hurried up to finish and looked at it closely once more. How cheesy and cliche this marking was, yet staring at it gave you an eerie and looming feeling you again, couldn't describe. You felt a sadness take over when thoughts of your redhead flooded your mind. You took a picture and exited the restroom, walking to find your friends. Now the woman was present in your mind and she wouldn't leave. She was everywhere you looked, and everything your friends talked about would somehow bring a memory of her. She had infiltrated your thoughts so much even the red club lights made you think of her.
“Guys Peter is fucked up we gotta go.” one of your other friends said coming over and you all stood up and nodded as you gathered your things. You got dropped off first and said good night to everyone before entering your home as quiet as possible. It was almost three in the morning so you were trying to be super cautious. After taking off your shoes and setting your purse down you went to the bathroom but paused when you saw Melissa's light was still on. You could hear the TV faintly and what you assumed was movement. Most of the effects of the drug had worn off and now you were left with the deadly combination of arousal, alcohol, and anger. 
You went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer to nurse for the next hour since you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep. All you could think of at this moment was the fact that the beautiful woman that you had the most passionate and pleasurable sexual experience you have ever had in your life was less than two inches of wood away from you. You decided to say screw it and grabbed your phone, texting her as you sat in your room. 
Are you still up? I see your light on.
She didn't say anything and you huffed. Damn, what were you doing? All that whining and complaining about wanting her to make a choice and she does and now you are picking for her attention. Hypocrisy didn't feel good, but seeing Melissa would and that's all you wanted in this moment. Thankfully you always have the drugs to blame if not. 
Yeah. Can't sleep. 
You looked at the message with a small smirk and stood up, you checked your makeup in the mirror and fixed your hair. 
Did you just get home?
yeah. had to leave early.
Everything okay?
Your heart fluttered at her question and you sighed looking down at your phone. You could say yes, and then leave it alone, or you could say yes and ask her what she was doing. Your thumbs danced over your screen and you went to type when bubbles popped up.
Do you want to come talk about it?
You didn't say anything and sighed. You knew you should say no and go to sleep. To refuse and remind her this isn't what she said she wanted. You can just stay in here and save so much trouble. Your phone buzzed and you looked at a message from her. 
Who says anything has to happen, Sweetheart.
You felt a fire ignite between your legs at the message and you looked up at your door. Peaking out of it you looked at her door and saw the light was now dimmer, the glow of the TV seeming to be the only thing casting on the floor and out of the room. You took a breath and walked over quietly. Your parents room was on the other end of the house, but if you spoke loud enough they’d still hear you, so you tried your best to be smooth with your actions. A shaky hand reached out to the door handle and grabbed it gently, pushing down slowly before opening it slightly and stepping in. 
As you walked in you saw Melissa was in bed with her head propped up on her hand, she looked away from the TV to catch your gaze. She smiled at you with an almost sweet and pure grin that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a rather unusual expression to be displayed on her face. As heavy eyes traced her form under the covers, you didn't hesitate to walk over and pull the covers back slowly as you slipped into the bed with her. Your cold legs were met with the warmth of her body and you felt your thighs squeeze together at the realization you were once again in bed with Melissa Schemmenti. Slowly your eyes met hers and yours softened as you looked over her face. The light from the TV illuminated her beautifully, the colors popping off her cheeks and making her eyes sparkle, of course it was some rom-com playing too. Muffled voices from the TV swirled with quiet romantic music filled the air to allow for less awkward silence, and mixed with the thick tension between the two of you caused the atmosphere to be flawless. You reached your hand out to cup one of her cheeks and she looked down then at you, slightly taken aback as her eyes looked between yours trying her best to read your intentions hidden behind your doe eyes that didn't pull away from hers even to blink. 
“I don't want to talk about it Melissa.” was all you said in a low and desperate voice before you leaned in and pressed your lips to hers. You kissed her with passion and hunger, moving on top of her and stroking her cheek with your thumb. It was then as your legs tangled together that you realized she was only wearing underwear and a tight thin-strapped tank top with a v-shaped neckline that allowed for almost all her cleavage to be on display. You moaned into the kiss as Melissa moved her hands along your waist and to your hips, her fingers gripped them tightly and they found the hem of your own shirt, sliding it up slightly so her fingers could feel your skin. You moved a hand down her side, sliding it slowly over her stomach between your bodies, before moving down to gently brush your fingers over her clothed center. Her hips pushed up into you and you kissed her deeply, she moaned into your mouth and you felt your stomach flip and your core throb. Her hands moved from your hips to your ass, squeezing it firmly before she moved her hands back to your waist. She pulled away and her hand came to grip around your jaw as she admired your reddened face and shallow breathing. 
“Remember I call the shots sweetie.” she said in her velvety voice as she pushed her lips to yours with aggression. A pathetic moan slipped into her mouth and without a moment to catch a rhythm she took your bottom lip between her teeth, you moaned again as her knee went to press between your legs. Your kiss grew sloppy as you pushed down onto her knee and you felt her smile as she hummed in satisfaction. She pulled away and sat up and you grew fearful for a moment before she pulled back the covers and sat against the pillows and your breath hitched as you slowly moved up to her, she stopped you with her foot and you wrapped your hands around her ankle in a submissive gesture. With a desperate hand you grabbed her panties and pulled them off before setting them aside, your hands stroked up her calf as you continued to hold her leg, pressing kisses to her silky, soft skin. You went over her knee and started inside her thigh before her pulled you up to her lips with a harsh kiss.
“Good Girl.” she muttered breathily into the kiss as her hands tangled in your hair and you felt your brain melt at the line and the delivery. Your core ached for her and you couldn't help the touch starved nerves reacting to her heavenly grasp. You squeezed her breasts and she moaned which caused a cocky smirk to prick at your mouth and Melissa pulled back and a hand slid to your throat, squeezing ever so gently, before sliding down to rest in a V at the base of your neck, resting above your collarbones.
“Do you like making me feel good baby?” she teased and you nodded hesitantly, “Then don't get cocky about it. Now come on, we have to be quiet.” she quipped and you paused to make sure you weren't just dreaming and everything was going to disappear if you moved too quickly. She moved her hands to your shoulders and pushed you down and you quickly grasped what the gesture ment, your hands slowly ran down the sides of her thighs, you squeezed them, nails teasingly scratching down the sides of her soft skin. With one hand you pushed her shirt up to reveal her stomach, your palm resting flat on her stomach, trailing down to her lower stomach, you traced along the invisible band of panties, moving your hand to her hips. You leaned down and placed kisses to her upper thighs. Her plush and silky skin was irresistible and it made it hard to not soak in every inch of her. You looked up at her with a smile and her hand came to brush your hair from your face. Gentle kisses were placed along the crease between her thigh and stomach and she flinched slightly. You smiled against her skin and you soon felt her hand go to your hair and grip it with a mild force to warn you. With starstruck eyes you looked up at her as you kissed closer to her slit. 
“Come on sweetie, I need you now.” she spoke out softly and with a clear flustered tone. Mischievous eyes met her hazy ones and you kissed her center. You didn't waste any time and your lips met her clit, sucking and licking a stripe up her folds. Her hand gripped your hair tighter and you heard her breathing hitch. You smiled to yourself before moaning into her cunt as your tongue collected her slick, you wrapped your hands around her thighs to hold them in place, the pads of your fingers pressing down into her skin. The sweet, soft sounds that left Melissa’s lips painted her in a much different light than you were used to seeing from the rather feisty redhead. Instead here she was beneath you, yearning for you and whimpering as you moved your tongue in circles around her clit before pushing it inside her. Her head went back onto the pillow and her nails ran through your hair, gripping it as you felt the muscles of her thighs flex to move together. 
Melissa’s breath grew slow and shallow and you felt her back arching up slightly, you pulled away to breath, a small smirk and she looked down at you quickly. 
“The fuck are you doing.” she stated more so rather than asking.
“Breathing Melissa, give me a second baby. Fuck you really are so hot for me huh?” you laughed as you bit your lip with big eyes looking up at her with a seductive playfulness. The hand she had in your hair came down to your face, gently cupping your cheek before she gripped your jaw tightly. 
“Be a good girl or I will kick you out and finish myself off.” she hissed with a low voice and you felt your stomach grow hot as your core ached. She jerked your head slightly as she moved her hand back with attitude. It went to rest in your hair again, brushing it away from your face as you kissed her gently on her clit. You knew what she wanted, but as you held onto her, your head between her thighs and her fingers playing with you hair you realized at any moment this could all be gone, she could be gone, and you wouldnt get to live through this amazing of an experience ever again. She had done it to you before too, and that only worried you more. Therefore rushing through this was hard when all you wanted to do was soak up every inch of her body. The curves of her hips, the fold between her thigh and waist, the stretch marks along her bottom that ever so slightly stretch to the sides of her lower stomach like the stripes of a tiger. Her soft, radiant skin that tasted sweet and smelled of roses was a sensation you wouldn't forget. Your tongue flicked over her clit as you moved a hand to her center, shoving a finger in her without warning and moaning into her cunt. You closed your eyes to savor the moment, heightening your other senses. You could taste her sweetness and smell her scent, the sounds that left her pouty lips rang sweetly in your ear and created a rhythm with her heavy breathing. You inserted another finger and she let out a moan and you felt it send a jolt right to your own pussy. You pressed your thighs together and moved your fingers in and out of her slowly, stroking her inside with precision and delicacy. Her hips pushed up and your fingers went in deeper. 
“Fuck!” her raspy voice moaned out with more projection than intended and you squeezed her thigh tighter. 
“You have to be quiet.” you spoke quickly before continuing to suck on her clit with the rhythm of your fingers thrusting into her. 
“I'm almost there sweetie- yes god.” Her hand pulled your hair and her other gripped the sheets as her back arched up off the bed. You felt encouraged to speed up and use more force, your tongue pressed down firmly and her hips jutted slightly and you smiled, they rolled against your fingers and tongue as she breathed heavy. You looked up at her and the sight alone could replace any porno you could watch. Her hair and face was illuminated from the TV and her brows were pushed together as her teeth bit into her bottom lip, holding in a moan. Her chest was glistening ever so slightly from the sheen of erotics. You picked up the pace and felt her squeeze around your fingers, her hips grinded into you faster and you matched her pace, you moaned into her cunt, the vibrations causing a sensation to ripple through her clit and she whined through tight lips. 
“Fuck Im gonna cum baby.” she spoke heavily and her thighs squeezed around you as she came, her cunt hugging your fingers as you continued to move them. Her legs tensed up and her back was off the bed. Her hips didnt stop but slowed as she rode out her high and allowed her body to rest back on the bed fully, she caught her breath and opened her eyes finally looking down at you. You pulled your fingers out of her and she grabbed you hand keeping them inside of her and you felt your core tighten, you placed sloppy kisses on her inner thigh and she sighed. Slowly your fingers curled inside of her and she flinched with a grunt. You continued the motion and she sucked in a breath. You didn't tear your darkening eyes away from her sparkling ones as you moved your thumb to brush her clit. Both of her hands came up to rest on your shoulders, gripping them and stroking over them and over your biceps before back up and to your neck, they tangled in your hair and the action sent a chill up your spine. Your fingers moved faster and you felt her clench around you and you smiled at her. She bit her lip and her eyes grew hazy as she rapidly reached a second orgasm. She didn't allow her eyes to shut, wanting to watch you admire her as she came around your fingers for a second time.
She let out a soft moan as she came and she couldn't help but feel some of the serotonin from the high quickly go to waste as she looked into your eyes. So sweet and pure looking up at her with such admiration. Your lips were red and puffy and your eyes glossy from your prior efforts and she couldn't help but feel guilty as she looked into your helpless eyes. Yes you could take care of yourself, and yes being in your general presence was just as good as being in bed with you, but Melissa couldn't shake this guilt she was taking opportunities away from you. When you finally pulled out and away from her, you crawled up to meet her lips. Her green eyes looked over your face as you hovered over her, her hands coming to stroke your cheek and tuck hair from your face. The domestic and loving action gave you intense butterflies and you smiled, leaning in to press your lips against hers. 
She moaned into the kiss as she tasted herself on your plump lips and she allowed her tongue to enter your mouth as she deepened the kiss, her hand coming to rest on your lower back. You pulled back and kissed down her jaw, moving to her neck and quickly reaching her chest, you placed kisses down her sternum and stopped at the top of her cleavage. You looked up at her and she just admired you worshiping her. You were everything she ever wanted, so why on earth did it still feel wrong to love every minute she was with you. After all these months and encounters, sex and fighting, kissing and laughing, you brought her a joy she couldn't find with anyone else. 
“We need to fuck somewhere I can hear all the moans from your pretty mouth freely.” you muttered against her chest before looking up at her. She was smiling and the mischievous glint in your eyes faded as you looked into hers. You could see she was thinking hard about something and you pushed your brows together slightly as you came to meet her face once more. Your stomachs were pressed together and your legs intertwined your arm propping you up so you could look into her eyes.
“What's wrong Melissa?” you asked softly and she was quick to shake her head. Her fingers grazed your cheek softly and she played with the hair behind your ear. 
“Nothing, you did so good for me baby.” she smiled and you felt a relief spread through you. She suddenly moved and flipped you so she was on top. Her warm body pressed against yours as she leaned in and kissed you with haste until your lips quickly began to grow pink and raw again, you pulled away for air and without a second thought her soft lips were moving down your jaw and your neck. You moaned when she bit down suddenly and your hips pushed up into hers. Nerves and adrenaline flooded your veins and you were on a whole other high from it. 
You could feel your panties were soaked, and from that though you moved your hand from Melissa's breast to squeeze her still naked bottom. 
“Take off your clothes hon.” she muttered into your hot flesh. You smirked and obeyed taking off your dress and allowing Melissa to have her way with you.
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You woke up to bright light from the sunrise shining in through the window and your eyes fluttered as they adjusted. Looking around confused, your eyes went wide when you saw Melissa beside you still and realized you had never made it back to your room. A hand went to your head before looking  over at the alarm clock. Thankfully it was only six so you quickly grabbed your dress from the foot of the bed and your panties that were lost in the sheets. All the movement caused Melissa to wake up and she looked over at you. 
“Fuck.” was all she said and you nodded in agreement as you stood up out of the bed. You grabbed a throw blanket to wrap around you and looked around for your phone. When you realized you didn't bring it with you, you let out an exhausted sigh before looking up at Melissa. Even freshly awake from a night like you’d had, she still looked like an angel, her hair was still loosely curled and her lashes were long. She watched you with uncertainty, nor sure what to say or do. 
“What time do you leave?” you asked softly and her eyes looked over your expression but you managed to maintain a rather neutral one. 
“Ten.” she answered and you nodded. 
“Um-” you started to fill the awkward air and she shook her head.
“It's fine hon, there's no reason to act like you shouldnt be leaving, we can't have anyone seeing.” you nodded once more and looked down.
“I guess I will see you for Anthony's birthday then.” you said casually and she looked over your frame with confusion. 
“His birthday party isn't until the end of March?” The phrase came out almost as a question, hoping it could disguise the slight hurt in the sentence. You looked up at her and shrugged.
“Yeah I mean I don't usually come back for anything between now and then.” Your words were honest and you couldn't help but be shy from the thick tension in the air that seemed to suck out the oxygen causing your lungs to tighten slightly. 
“So you dont want to see each other til then?” you looked in her eyes at the question, she seemed genuinely unbothered to be asking and this only confused you more. In reality Melissa was just as confused as you. Did you not want to see her or were you too scared to ask out of fear of another rejection by her hand. 
“If i'm ever in Philly i'll give you a call, you do the same for me too?”  Your heart stung a bit but you knew this was the best arrangement. You weren't a couple and you could never be one and you both needed to accept that.
“Okay.” she nodded and you smiled.
“Ok.” you turned to leave but she got up.
“Hang on, Hon.” She came to stand in front of you and you faced her, her hands came to grasp your face gently and she pulled you in for a kiss, her lips pressed against yours with tender love and pure emotion. You kissed her back, her sweetness filling your senses as your mouths moved in a perfect rhythm. She pulled away, placing one more peck and then looking between your eyes, gathering any remaining information she could. Your heart fluttered as your eyes gazed into hers and you gave her a sweet smile before opening the door. 
“Don't be a stranger.” she said sincerely and rather softly, causing an ache in your chest as the vulnerable tone. 
“I'd be an idiot to try and forget you Melissa.” you walked out quietly and shut the door behind you before quietly shuffling back to your room. As soon as you shut your door the wave of depression and uncertainty hit and you fell into bed, sliding into your sheets and drifting back into a deep sleep. 
When you woke up the house was silent, your phone was dead on your nightstand, and it was cloudy outside. You stood up slipping on a t- shirt and shorts and going into the hall. The guest room door was cracked and you walked over slowly. Your hands pulled it back and you peeked inside. The air was empty and clean, the bed was made, and it looked almost untouched. As if she hadn't even been here at all. As if it really was all just a dream. The only thing that allowed you to believe it really happened was the familiar weight on your chest, and the lingering touch of her on your skin. 
Like always, you wouldn't see her again for months. The only thing that was different this time around was when you went back to work your boss was eagerly waiting for you. Standing before you like a confident and sexy method of getting over Melissa faster. 
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biblomaniac ¡ 4 months ago
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Supercorp headcanon:
Lena gives Kara extravagant gifts not because she’s rich and money is no obstacle, but because that the only way she knows how to show that she cares.
Lena grew up and a largely loveless home. Any gifts she received were most likely only for show, or had a practical purpose. When she was young, Lena learned that people wanted her for three things: her body, her name, or her money. Buying expensive gifts for fake friends and temporary dalliances became the only way she could express even the simplest of gratitudes.
When she meets Kara, she keeps up the practice. An office full of flowers for a positive article and a company to keep Kara happy and employed are only the ends of an extreme spectrum. Lena would give Kara just about anything to keep her happy, although Kara doesn’t ask for anything but Lena’s time.
By profligate present #50, Kara has to put her foot down about the amount of gifts the brunette gives.
“What do you mean you don’t want it? I can exchange it for something better.”
“No, Lena. It’s lovely, but I just can’t accept it.”
“I don’t understand. Why don’t you want it? Is it not good enough?”
“Lena,” Kara can hardly explain before Lena is on her phone ordering an upgraded model in three different colors.
“They have red, blue, yellow, green, purple… Y’know what? I’ll get the first three and we can go from there.”
Kara uses a small burst of SuperSpeed to grab the phone from Lena’s hand before she can press ‘order’.
“Lena, there is nothing wrong with it! I can’t accept it because you have given me too many gifts already. I appreciate them, you know I do, but it’s just too much. I don’t need you to buy me gifts to make me spend time with you. I just need you, Lena.”
Lena is stunned for a moment before she drops her head to hide quivering lips. When she looks up, her green eyes are misty. Kara wraps Lena in a hug before any tears can fall. A few minutes later, when Kara thinks Lena has calmed down enough to speak without crying, she pulls away enough to see Lena’s face while they talk.
“Lena, what’s wrong?”
Lena keeps her eyes pointed to the floor, feeling ashamed at her outburst. Kara’s right hand grasps Lena’s chin just enough to tilt her head up.
“Look at me, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Tell me what’s wrong.”
In a voice meeker than Kara has ever heard from the strong, outspoken woman, Lena admits:
“I just… no one has said they wanted me for me. Any relationship I’ve ever had has been transactional. I don’t… I don’t know how to show you I care without giving you things. You mean everythi—a lot, to me Kara.”
Lena almost lets the extent of her feelings slip, but she isn’t so far gone as to get entirely loose lipped. Kara wants so badly to scoop Lena up and just wrap her in comfort, but she doesn’t want to overshadow the initial matter at hand. She decides unfiltered honesty is the first course of action, then the comfort can commence.
“Lena, I LOVE you. I don’t need the gifts, or your money, or anything like that. If you never bought me another present, I would still care as much for you as I do right now,” Kara leans down slowly, pressing her forehead against Lena’s.
Lena gazes up at Kara, eyes watery and searching. Kara never breaks eyes contact, content to hold Lena’s gaze until she finds what she is searching for. It feels like ages have passed when Lena finally replies, and even then, Kara doesn’t think she would’ve been able to hear the CEO if not for her SuperHearing.
“I…I love you, Kara. Not as a friend, but as more. I wanted to show you how much you meant to me, in hopes that you would want more. I was too afraid to say anything; too afraid of you deciding that one day, you couldn’t handle being friends with me anymore. I don’t think I could take it if you rejected me, Kara. I—“
The blonde cuts her off with a kiss. It doesn’t feel earth shattering or like an explosion of fireworks. It feels like coming home. Lena squeals, wrapping her arms around Kara’s neck when the reporter reaches down just far enough to grasp Lena by the back of her legs and lift her enough to comfortably hold Lena against herself.
With beaming smiles, they separate their lips but remain pressed against each other.
Emboldened by their newfound comfort, Kara presses kiss after kiss to Lena’s face. Lena giggles, squirming away as much as she can while held aloft by Kara.
“If I knew all I had to do to get you to kiss me was stop accepting your gifts, I would have put an end to this when you bought me that ridiculously expensive coffeemaker that I never figured out how to use.”
“Kara!”
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nwjws ¡ 11 months ago
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who the hell is ni-ki ?! - TWENTY
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; SYNOPSIS - school sucks. especially when everyone’s avoiding you like the plague - all because you’re the principal’s daughter. so it comes as a surprise when a strip of paper falls out of your locker one day, with a corny pick up line written on it. now you only have one question on your mind: who the hell is nishimura riki?
TWENTY ...if you don't like it, you can return it 💋 (1.5k words)
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once you had realised your feelings for your best friend, all sense seemed to have left you. now, you were an awkward mess around him, always either too close or too far.
through relentless begging, your friends had agreed to accompany you on your hangout with riki as a part of the plan, but made you promise to ask The Question on your own.
the plan was simple:
- get riki to the beach at sun set at 6pm - y/n confesses her feelings (script attached) at 6:10 - have fireworks at exactly 6:18, right at the end of y/n's prepared speech (minji and jungwon in charge of this) - she asks "will you be my boyfriend?" - riki says yes and they get together!
the hangout itself wasn't much different from previous ones between you two (you liked to think of them as dates, but riki didn't have to know that). usually, you two just did whatever, having fun until the sun set, when he'd then walk you home.
the day took a sharp turn however, when you had all been skating at the local skatepark.
you'd been going down a ramp, when riki crossed by on his own skateboard, causing you to roll right into him. as a result, you two had crashed, with him landing on the low-raised platform in the middle. he groaned as his head hit the concrete with a resounding thud, arms wrapped around you to protect you from the fall.
"riki!" you gasped as jay, danielle, and hanni rushed to his side. "oh my god, are you okay?"
"no, i'm riki," he jokes, to which you slap him at.
"not funny."
"that was a really hard hit," jay frowns, helping the boy sit up.
riki winces and grips his forehead. you and the others ask how he feels, but he can't seem to focus or hear you clearly. your panicked heartbeat pounds in your ears, afraid of how badly you hurt him.
jay fished his phone out of his pocket and shone the flashlight around the younger's eyes.
"his pupils have a slow response to the light, he might have a concussion," he concludes. you feel dread run down your spine, blood chilling.
"we have to bring him to the hospital," danielle says so fast you almost don't catch what she says.
hanni and jay help him onto his feet, and you open the door to jay's car, and the five of you rush to the hospital.
you stare out the window, trying to calm your breathing as you wait for riki to wake up.
he'd fallen asleep on the ride, and you prayed that he would wake up faster. you weren't even sure he would at first, but the doctor assured you all that he'd only sustained minor injuries; there was nothing to be worried about.
danielle and hanni had gone down to buy some snacks from the vending machine. you didn't want riki to wake up while you were gone, so you opted to stay.
"he's fine, you know."
you hummed in acknowledgement that you'd heard what jay said, but you don't think you'll really relax until he wakes up.
you should have been more careful, controlled the board away so you wouldn't crash into him. then, he wouldn't have ended up hitting his head, nor would he have found himself unconscious in a hospital.
jay seemed to realise you were overthinking, and put a hand on your shoulder. he bit his lip in uncertainty, not sure how to get you to calm down.
"it was me, you know." you turned to him, confusion lining your face.
"what was you?"
"i'd been the one discouraging his friendship with you. well- mostly me," he confessed. "i was scared you'd turn him in or something, and your dad would expel him, and he'd have to retake the year at another school."
"oh. so it was you who planted those thoughts in his head," you stated lightheartedly with a raised eyebrow.
jay scratched the nape of his neck. "yeah... about that. i'm sorry, y/n. i was so focused on getting him to graduate despite all the things he's done. everyone's always talked about riki as this spectacle, and he's cried to us so many times about it. i guess i got protective over it, and didn't realise that maybe you really did just want to be his friend."
you smiled softly, grateful for his apology. you tried to show your forgiveness with a hug.
"it's alright. he talked to me about it a few times, but i always reassured him. he hasn't brought it up in a while, so i figured he finally got it through his head."
"i hope so."
when you heard the ruffling of sheets, you two quickly turned to your friend, slowly waking up.
"you're okay!" you cried, hugging him tightly.
"ow- yep," he chuckled, patting you on the back. you realised you were hurting him and let go, but he kept a hold on you and rested his chin on your shoulder.
"i'm so sorry," you whispered. "i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry, i'm so so sorry."
"it's alright. don't worry," he laughed. "this isn't the worst thing that's happened to me."
"i don't want to know."
"i'm glad you're okay," jay sighed in relief, and that's when you finally let go. "i'll go call the nurse."
once he left, you turned back to riki, and caught yourself in a staring contest.
your breath caught as his eyes rooted you on the spot. you couldn't look away; neither could he.
and then, you hit him on the arm.
"OW-"
"you idiot, don't scare me like that again!"
"i didn't choose to have a concussion!"
"you scared the shit out of me!"
"i didn't mean to!"
you trapped him in another embrace, almost sobbing into his hospital gown. you could hear him laugh, before wrapping his arms around you and pushing the hair out of your face.
"you totally ruined my plans for today," you teased.
"what plans?"
"i was planning on bringing you to the beach, where i'd tell you all about how much i like you. there was going to be-"
you suddenly stood back up, remembering the original plan of the day.
you grabbed your phone in a haste and checked the time.
6:15pm.
you forgot to tell jungwon and minji that you wouldn't be at the beach because you'd all been so worried over riki. they probably thought everything was still going as planned.
"y/n, what's going on?" riki pressed curiously.
just then, familiar exploding sounds were heard from outside, and you opened the window to see.
even from the view of the hospital building, you could see the fireworks fly into the air, a show for everyone to see. you hadn't realised how big the fireworks jay had gotten were.
you felt riki walk in close behind you, and you looked up to find him staring at the bright lights outside. although the beach was relatively war away, they were still pretty clear from here. the bright colours illuminated his face as he stared in awe, and you had to force yourself to look away.
"...does that say 'thank you, riki'??"
smiling sheepishly, you nodded. "umm, this was the plan that we had. i was supposed to get you to the beach at six and make it all seem natural. and then i had a confessional speech i was going to say - it was all scripted and everything!" you laughed embarrassedly, looking at the floor. "and then, the fireworks were supposed to play at the end of my speech, and i was going to ask-"
he cut you off as his lips crashed down on yours.
you were stunned for a moment, before kissing him back, feeling him sigh into the kiss in relief. this was your first kiss, and it was with the boy you loved so bad. giddiness tickled your stomach, and you prayed that this wouldn't be the last.
when you two parted, riki couldn't keep his smile down, eyes tracing your features.
"i love you," he whispered, barely audible.
"i love you too," you whispered back, afraid that any loud noise would shatter the moment. "will you be my boyfriend?"
"yes!" he giggled, embracing you again and jumping you two around in circles.
but then he paused, and created space between you two. "wait, no."
your jaw dropped. "no?"
"no, i don't want to be your boyfriend - just yet."
"what do you mean?" you pouted.
"we should get together on my birthday," he wore a cheshire smile on his face. "so our anniversaries could be on my birthday. the best day ever."
"but your birthday's in five days," you whined.
"you can wait five days, right?"
"what if i want more kisses?"
"i'll give you as many as you want, but i want to start using labels on my birthday."
"you're so childish," you rolled your eyes. "so what are we for now? just friends who kiss?"
"i do not want to be just friends," he shook his head. "but i definitely want more of this," riki said, pulling you in for another kiss.
"i guess i'll give you some more..."
"i love you, not-friend."
"just shut up and kiss me, not-boyfriend."
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— NINETEEN ; MASTERLIST ; EPILOGUE
; AUTHOR'S CORNER ! pretend this is before his birthday 😇 you can tell i wrote this on the spot, no proofreading, not really in the right mood for the scenes but wtv... i love the more than friends less than lovers trope and while this isn't exactly that im practicing for when i do write it also omg i've been neglecting my blog im so sorry yawl its bc ive been preoccupied (read: obsessing over tbosas and pjo)
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companionjones ¡ 1 year ago
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Secret Spot
Pairing: John B Routledge x Fem!Reader
Fandom: Outer Banks
Summary: John B finds an awesome beach spot and wants to show you. What will you two get up to in this secret spot?
Warnings: SMUT, Cursing
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"Johnny!" you whisper-yelled as you witnessed John B climb out of your second-story window and down the tree in the backyard.
He smiled up at you once his feet hit the ground. "Come on, Y/n. It's not that hard. I'll catch you if you fall," he promised.
"This secret beach spot better be all it's cracked up to be," you complained as you joined John B on the ground. You brushed off your legs.
John B smiled. "Oh, it is. Now, come on!" He took off in the direction he'd parked the Twinkie.
It took an hour to drive out there, but it was definitely worth it once you made it.
"Okay. I'll give it to you, John B. I'm impressed," you conceded taking in the landscape.
You caught John B looking at you. "Told you," he smirked.
The two of you spent hours on that beach, just talking. At one point, John B went quiet in the middle of a conversation. He was staring out at the ocean.
"You okay?"
He glanced at you. "Yeah. I just can't get my dad out of my head. He's been gone for six months now, and-and I'm starting to think tha-that he'll never come home." He started to get choked up.
"Oh, John."
The two of you had been laying next to each other on your towels. You rolled over so you could cuddle him. You hoped that would bring him some comfort.
John B gladly took you in his arms. He hugged you close. "I don't know where I'd be without you, Y/n."
"You'd be just fine without me." You hoped your words sounded comforting.
John B wasn't having it. "I'm serious. You've been a rock for me for as long as I've known you. No one understands me the way I feel like you do." He hugged you closer. "I really needed this. Can we just stay right here for the afternoon? I just want to be here and hold you."
You would've done anything for that boy. "'Course we can, Johnny."
The next part he said quietly. “You're everything to me."
"What?" You looked up at him.
"You are. You know that, right? There isn't a day that goes by that I'm not thinking 'Hey, what's Y/n doing?' or 'I need Y/n with me right now.' You're the center of my universe, Y/n."
Obviously, you were taken aback. "I...I had no idea you felt that way."
"I know. I've tried to hide my feelings for you. I was afraid of rejection. But I realized that as long as I have you in my life, no matter what, everything will be okay."
You didn't know if he did it purposefully or not, but John B brought his face closer to yours.
With that action, you said the only thing that made sense to you in that moment. "Can I kiss you?"
He didn't say anything, but John B nodded. He brought his head forward a little more, and kissed you.
You had thought getting the feeling of fireworks when kissing someone was a myth. It hadn't been. Your eyebrows raised and you felt your heart beating out of your chest.
Apparently, John B felt the same way. He held the back of your head as he kissed you, and he kept you as close as possible.
You rolled on top of him.
"You sure about this?" he parted from the kiss to look into your eyes and ask.
You nodded. "I want this. Do you?"
John B furrowed his brow. "No, baby. I need this." He kissed you again. "I've never wanted anything so badly."
With that, you and John B got lost in each other. He unclipped your bathing suit top to feel up your breasts, and the two of you helped each other out of your bottoms.
John was in awe of you. "God, you are so beautiful." He leaned up to kiss you.
As your lips were connected, you let yourself down on his hard length. Both of you moaned at the sensation, and you leaning back on your heels.
Without realizing it, you'd given John B a full view of you. Your eyes were still closed, so it surprised you when Johnny leaned forward to kiss between your breasts, intentionally flipping the two of you over so he was on top.
He kissed up your chest and neck, and gave you one kiss on your lips before bracing his arm above you so he could thrust in and out of you, slowly and sensually.
"Oh, John..." Your jaw fell slack.
His forehead met yours. "I know, baby. Just feel me. Let me do all the work."
Despite his words, you put a hand on his hip and started meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me..." you whispered.
John B told you, "I-I don't know how much longer I can last. You feel so good..." He sped up his movements a little.
"God yes, Johnny! Fuck me!" Your voice cried out when he hit a good spot within you. You yanked him closer to you and tangled your fingers in the hair on the back of his head.
John B kissed you again as his face screwed up in pleasure.
For some time, all you could hear was your bodies meeting, the waves crashing, and yours and John's ragged moaning and breathing. Then, your fingernails dug into John B's side as you came. He was right with you. John B thrusted twice as he came and once more to make sure it was all inside you.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said as he pulled out of you. "I-I meant to pull out before..."
"I'm on the pill, and I have Plan B at the house," you assured him. "It's alright. I promise."
John B had been kneeling above you, but he then tackled you in a loving kiss.
Once he parted from you, the two of you gazed into each others' eyes.
"I love you, John B," you admitted.
He released a breath. A smile appeared on his face. "I love you too, Y/n. I'll do anything for you, okay? I mean it."
"I'd do anything for you too, baby." You brushed some hair out of his face, then glanced around. "How long have we been out here? It's getting dark. Let's get cleaned up, and head back to your place, yeah?"
The ride back to John B's house was quiet and intimate. John couldn't seem to let go of your hand.
As he threw the Twinkie into park, he asked you, "You're staying the night with me, right?"
"Of course."
John B grinned.
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mysteriousbp ¡ 6 months ago
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So I recently made this post that compared Kanako with another video game character. And I thought it would be funny to have people guess the character. And someone got it.
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It was Spooky from Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion. Now I am just making this post to explain the comparisons.
"WELL… BOTH OF YOU ARE LITTLE GIRLS WHO WERE ACCIDENTALLY HURT VERY BADLY BY ONE OF YOUR PARENTS…"
This comparison was about how Ceroba used the syringe on Kanako, which ended up causing her soul to crack. While Spooky's father shot his daughter.
And technically, both girls had a hand in their pain. Kanako convinced Ceroba to use the syringe on her. While Spooky was tired of people not being scared of her on Halloween, so she decided to scare her father by using fireworks that caused him to have a war veteran PTSD attack. He then started to have hallucinations about disfigured German soldiers, and he grabbed a gun and started to shoot them, shooting Spooky by accident.
And also, both parents don't tell anyone about this. Ceroba just tells everyone that Kanako just fell down. While Spooky's father plants the gun on a homeless war veteran to take the blame. (Give these two a prize for the best parent award.)
"AND THAT SAID, PARENT TRIES TO FIX THEIR MISTAKES… EVEN IF THAT MEANS HURTING OTHER CHILDREN IN THE PROCESS…"
This comparison was about how Ceroba tries to find a pure soul to try to fix Kanako. While Spooky's father creates GL Labs to find a way to bring his daughter back.
And the part about hurting children is about how Ceroba tried to kill Clover. Meanwhile, Spooky's father and everything about the "Doll Project". In short, the "Doll Project" was a project trying to use dolls as containers to tether the spirits back to the earth. Many spirits were children who died. And let's just say that they weren't treated well by the lab staff... "When they act out, it's necessary to inflict pressure on the husk inhabited by the spirit. Don't forget that these dolls are not real people." - GL LABS ID 1210. And it's kind of implied that one of the children's spirits was killed by the staff. Because in the Hooked Doll's death scene, when you die to her, there's text saying, "A 'wicked nasty' child was thrown into a pit. No food, light, or water was ever given to it." and you find a pit in the area where you find the Hooked Doll. So it implies that the spirit inside the Hooked Doll was killed by the staff to be used as a spirit in the project. And Spooky's father, being the director of the project, also gets the blame for letting his staff do this.
"AND THAT SAID, PARENT HAS A DEAD PARTNER WHO HAS A DEATH WISH THAT IS IGNORED BY THE ALIVE PARTNER."
This comparison was about how Ceroba's husband, Chujin, is dead. While Spooky's father's wife, Monica, is dead.
The death wish part is about how Chujin didn't want Kanako to be involved in his work. While Monica wanted her husband to just let their daughter rest. "I'm still going to try to save our daughter. I know it's not what you wanted, but I've already gone too far." -Spooky's father.
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And it's kind of funny how Ceroba and Spooky's father only respect the parts that don't involve their children. Like Ceroba follows with Chujin's wish to finish his work. While Spooky's father respects Monica's wishes and let's her rest. "Although it was difficult, I've respected your wishes and let you rest." -Spooky's father.
And another thing is that you visit their graves in the games. And they are located in garden areas.
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"AND BOTH OF YOU ARE ALIVE, EVEN THOUGH YOU TWO ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. AND BOTH OF YOU WERE STUCK IN BUILDINGS THAT YOU GIRLS COULDN'T LEAVE."
This comparison was about how Kanako was kept alive by being transformed into an Amalgamate. And how Spooky was bought back has a ghost.
And the part about them being trapped in a building is about how Kanako was trapped in the True Lab. While Spooky's spirit is tethered to the mansion itself, so she can't leave.
"AND BOTH OF YOUR DADS DID EXPERIMENTS WITH CHILDREN SOULS."
This comparison was about how Chujin did experiments with Integrity soul. While Spooky's father being the director of the "Doll Project".
Another comparison that I made is that in Spooky's story mode, you find a GL Labs facility in room 120. And later in the game, you find another GL Labs facility deeper underground in room 610, which has its power out, so you need to find the generator to leave this facility. Which is kind of like Undertale. You find a lab, that later in the game you find out that has another lab under it, and the power goes out, making you go find the generator to leave that second lab.
And in the first lab, you get attacked by a monster that comes through a hole that they made. And both of these monsters were tecnically developed by scientists.
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While in the second lab, you get ambushed by the creatures living around there when you turn the power back on to leave.
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When I first made this comparison in my head, I just thought, "Huh. That's funny." But the more time I spent thinking, the more I realized that there's a lot more comparison between the Ketsukane family and Spooky's family… And I don't know if I'm stretching these comparisons or not...
Anyway. Have this drawings that I made of Spooky and Kanako cosplaying as each other. And the Amalgametes haging out with some of the creatues of Spooky's.
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smutinlove ¡ 11 months ago
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The New Year Kiss │ Carl Grimes
»»————- CARL GRIMES FANFICTION │ FLUFF ————-««
There were two hours until the new year. And you were incredibly excited. You had gone through so much pain and suffering, and you couldn't wait for a fresh start.
You were at this nice party your friends had invited you to. But as soon as you arrived with your friends, they were whisked away by hot strangers. And so you spent the entire night alone, drinking wine, and scrolling through your phone.
But at least you looked pretty. You were wearing a long, sparkly red dress. You were wearing high heels, and of course, you had to accessorize with a pair of earrings and a necklace.
"Some party," you muttered under your breath. You downed your wine bitterly. "I know, right?" you heard. You gasped.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'd never hurt a pretty little thing like you."
You looked to your side and saw an attractive man wearing a suit and tie. Even if you were wearing heels, he still towered over you handsomely. also had the most luscious hair you'd ever seen. His eyes were the color of the sky, and you felt something take over you as soon as you saw him. "Well, hello, gorgeous. What's your name?" Maybe it was the wine you had.
He grinned. "Carl, yours?"
"Y/N." You replied with a mischievous grin. He poured himself a glass of wine. "So, Y/N, what's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" Carl asked. The way your name rolled off his tongue did something to you that you didn't even understand.
"My friends left me," you answered. "That's shitty. But don't worry, babe. I'll never leave you." You felt your cheeks turning red. And you so badly wanted to melt into his strong arms, but you also wanted to flirt back. "Well, handsome, that's nice to know." You winked.
He looked deeply into your eyes. "Has anyone told you your eyes are beautiful?" Your face turned redder than it was before. You couldn't utter a single word.
Carl chuckled. "I know, I am that breathtaking, Y/N." You smiled. "You definitely are, Carl."
You and Carl continued talking. And he was such a sweet guy. You two had the same taste in music. You both loved chocolate pudding and drinking Sprite afterwards. And even if you had only just met him, you felt yourself falling for his good looks and charm.
But deep down, you knew Carl didn't feel the same way. I mean, who would fall in love with a person they just met? Apparently, only you.
You watched as people gathered around. There must have been at least a minute until the new year. Which meant there would be at least fifty seconds until they started counting down. Carl wrapped his arm around you. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess so."
"I haven't known you for a long time. But I can tell when someone isn't okay," he said with an understanding look.
You looked around. Everyone was with someone they loved. Whether they were dating or not, someone was with somebody.
"Ten! Nine!" everyone yelled. It was time. "Eight! Seven! Six!" And you had no choice but to count along.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
"One," you whispered. Fireworks erupted into the sky. It was loud, but beautiful. You smiled.
"Happy New Year." You whispered.
You felt a hand on your back that was slowly crawling down to your waist. "Carl?" It was him. He pulled you close, and you were mere inches apart. "Everyone deserves to have a kiss on the new year. Especially you, Y/N."
The gap between your lips was sealed. And indeed, it was a very happy new year.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!! I HOPE YOUR 2024 IS FILLED WITH JOY, CHEER, AND LAUGHTER!!!!
I hope you all enjoyed and liked this fic! I put my soul into this. Anyway. Crazy how 2023 just ended, right? Well. Let's hope 2024 will be better.
Once again, happy new year!!!
»»————<3———-«« lots of love, smutinlove
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kaalypsoooo ¡ 1 year ago
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A second fic??? Absolutely! Enjoy ur food! 🎩✨❤️
(All fluff, so lovey-dovey, catch Caine being corny as hell 😂)
A sudden snap sound echoed into the room, heads turning to face an enthusiastic caine, gleeful as always, he gave the cast a greeting.
"Hello everyone! i've prepared an adventure for you all!"
Jax just grumbled and rolled his eyes, ragatha and pomni giving caine a smile.
"What's on the agenda for today, caine?" ragatha asked, her head tilting in curiousity.
He gave her a grin, floating in close to the pair.
"Dont worry, its a very simple treasure hunt!" He exclaimed, before snapping his fingers again, pomni suddenly appearing in his arms with an audible "EEP!"
"I'm sure you wont even notice she's gone, so have fun my friends!" and with that, they disappeared, leaving the rest of the cast to begin their adventure.
"Why does she get special privileges?-" Jax started, ragatha cutting him off with hand over his mouth.
"I think its sweet that he's so infatuated with her, quit being such a sour-puss jax."
kinger, gangle, and zooble eventually joined the conversation, mentally readying themselves for this adventure.
....
Caine and pomni appeared in a grassy area, a large lake with a waterslide surrounding the grassy land. He snapped his fingers and suddenly a picnic blanket, basket, and two wine glasses and a bottle were lying on the grass.
"Like it, darling?"
"What's all of this for?" She asked, he just took her hands and led her down to the ground, sitting her down on the picnic blanket. "Why, its all for you of course!.. Is it too much?"
"N-Nono! It's...really sweet of you, thanks.."
"Anything for you, darling!"
He took a seat beside her, his hand moving to caress her cheek, pomni gently leaning into his touch.
"So, while we're out here, what would you like to do?" He wasn't quite caught up on human customs, and knew next to nothing about being romantic or planning dates, but she seemed happy, so in turn he was happy.
Before she could respond, he jumped up and snapped his fingers, a cute duck themeed boat plopping down in the lake next to them.
"Does a boat ride sound like fun?" she nodded hesitantly, and he pulled her up into his arms, guiding her into the boat with him.
She took a glance around before her gaze landed back on him, his goofy face making her heart melt.
"So caine..."
"Yes, dear?"
"...Why do you like me so much?"
He paused, scanning her curious face.
"I...I know I may seem like this goofy AI that doesn't have feelings, but i do, and you don't know how badly they burn for you."
"You're like the fuel to my fire, the engine that keeps me running, sweetie, you make me feel emotions i've never felt before, it's like fireworks are going off in my heart everytime you look at me."
She wasn't sure how to respond, her face a pretty shade of pink as he poured out his feelings to her.
"Pff...Do you even hear how corny that sounds?" She finally said, laughing happily as he pulled her in close.
"But you looove my corniness! being corny is who i am!" He laughed too, taking her face in his hands and leaning his teeth against her cheek, as if to kiss it.
"Don't ever stop being you, okay? I love you."
He gave her a lovey-dovey look before howling out for all the world to hear. "I LOVE YOU TOO!!!"
They both burst out laughing, holding each other tight as they sailed across the water, this would be a day to remember, for both of them.
(Bonus!)
The gang finished up their treasure hunt, the prize being a well earned two day long break for everyone. They all sighed in relief upon hearing this, their heads turning to glace at pomni and caine, who had just finished up their little date, smiles on both of their faces.
Jax began to call out to them, ragatha giving him a side glare as if warning him to not say anthing dumb.
"I see the two lovebirds are back, say pomni, how does it feel to be Caine's favorite?"
Caine simply bonked him on the head with his cane, a menacing look growing on his face.
pomni suddenly answered, catching both caine and jax off-guard.
"You know what? it feels great. What, are you jealous?"
Jax looked shocked, his ears lowering, while both caine and ragatha were grinning and laughing a bit at the situation unfolding.
"I- Oh, shut up." And with that, he grumbled and stormed off, leaving the rest of the cast to laugh and giggle about it. Pomni looked very proud of herself, and caine applauded her for finally talking back to jax.
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joelswritingmistress ¡ 1 year ago
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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 4
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Chapter Summary: After reliving your unexpected first kiss, you agree to meet Joel again for another boat ride. While you're trying to remain level-headed, your hormones are in overdrive as you wonder where things are headed between you.
Joel x f!reader
The kiss was innocent enough. Closed mouth, a peck that lingered with eyes pressed shut. You could taste the Narragansett beer he'd be drinking down at the beach. But sparks went off like fireworks inside of you.
When you pulled back and opened your eyes, Joel's lips, his luscious lips, twisted into a smirk. His eyes, playful and kind, lingered on yours.
"Goodnight," you spoke with a smile of your own and glowing, hot cheeks.
"Goodnight."
"Will you be okay to get home?" The question felt silly but you couldn't help but ask. It made him chuckle.
"I'll be fine."
"Okay." You nodded and realized he was leaning back in.
"Okay," he echoed, closing his eyes again as he planted a second kiss on your lips.
You didn't want to part from him. Never in your life had you wanted to jump someone's bones so badly right after you met them. You'd never had a one night stand or slept with a guy right away, it just wasn't your style. But Joel. Joel would have been an exception to every silly little rule you'd penned in your imaginary rule book. You didn't want a one night stand. You wanted a one-hundred night stand - or more.
Calm the fuck down, you told yourself.
"Six o'clock tomorrow night?" He asked, still lingering close to your lips.
You swallowed hard. "Six o'clock."
"I gotta leave the dock then so don't be late." He smirked with another wink that made you swoon.
"I won't be late."
You hadn't realized your fingers were entwined with his until his hand parted from yours. You managed a deep breath, said your goodnights again and then headed upstairs.
...
"Taking the boat out to Block Island today," your Uncle Mark explained as he sipped on a fruity drink beside you on the beach. "Any interest?" He smoothed out his graying mustache.
You couldn't risk being late to meet Joel, but you pretended like you were thinking about it. "I might do a little shopping out here tonight."
"No problem. You kids are getting too old to hang out with the old dudes, anyway." He gave a laugh. "To be honest I miss being young and hitting the bars. Being able to do shots without feeling it for four days."
You gave a laugh. "My shot taking days are ending. Some beers and maybe a rum runner or two I can get behind, though."
Uncle Mark laughed and you gave him a fist bump. He was the funniest family member you had, and before you left the beach the two of you snuck in a shot of Fireball he kept in the cooler, just for good measure.
On the walk back from a day in the sun your brother caught up with you. "So, uh, who's the guy?" He teased.
"What?"
"Who's the guy?" He repeated with a smirk. "Late night. You asked me to lie for you. I did. You're not joining us on Uncle Mark's boat."
You chuckled and shook your head.
"I knew it."
"I'm meeting a guy tonight for dinner."
When he started singing the Grease song, Summer Lovin' you laughed and hit him. Sometimes your brother could be okay, despite his cringy antics.
"Thanks for covering for me last night."
"Yeah, yeah. You've had my back before and you always bought me beer before I could buy it myself." He laughed. "Just don't get kidnapped."
"I'll be fine." You smiled.
The vibe of the week had shifted tremendously. You went from being bored and then feeling guilty for being bored to completely alive.
Everyone had gone to Block Island on the boat, and your mother was the most disappointed that you decided to stay. A part of you felt guilty again because you knew she was trying to hold onto the bond you'd always had with her. Your parents weren't bad people, not by a long shot. You were just feeling a need to spread your wings now that you were fully submerged into adulthood.
Speaking of adulthood, you finally felt like you were able to let yourself go - socially and romantically. It was time to explore all avenues of your love life and Joel Miller was in your crosshairs.
You tried to pull off a look that showed you were trying but not too much. You put on some makeup, lip gloss and straightened your hair. You sported a sundress for the boat ride again and some flip flops.
At five-thirty you began the short walk down to the docks and saw the now-familiar boat beginning to approach the dock with a short line of people waiting to take their cruise. The crew from the hour before began to exit the vessel and, as they piled off, the first people in line piled on.
You held your breath. Butterflies were in your stomach and your eyes scanned the boat frantically. The excitement and anxiety wouldn't get back to an even keel until you saw him.
The dock rocked beneath you as you paced toward the boat. You spotted one of Joel's friends from the bar securing a rope from the boat to the dock.
Where is he? Where is he? The phrase peppered in your mind as you neared The Mist of the Sea. Your heart rate climbed and then, as the first passenger went to climb aboard, the captain emerged with a hand extended to help them on.
You swallowed hard. He looked even better than you remembered, sporting the same hat over a T-shirt that hugged his rugged upper body. He smiled genuinely as he helped the passengers aboard.
And then it was your turn. When your eyes met Joel's you noticed his Adam's apple rise and fall in his throat. His lips tightened on the corners at first and then a smile formed, big and bright, on his face.
His warm palm secured your hand to his, and when his fingers wrapped around your hand you felt a hit of infatuation. It was already addicting.
"Welcome aboard," Joel greeted. He grinned, and you smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Thank you, Captain." You allowed him to guide you aboard. Everything felt great in that moment. Perfect, even. You hadn't felt so naturally happy in a long time.
"The view from the top deck is stunning," he said as you headed for the ladder.
"Thanks for the tip." You glanced over your shoulder at him and felt your flirtation was successful as you took the ladder to the top deck.
Others had begun to get seated but you managed to make your way close to the front of the boat to be close to Joel.
He eventually made his way to the top, subtly letting his knee graze yours as he passed. A moment later he was on the boat radio, capturing the crew's attention as he promised a relaxing and informative forty-five minute ride around the island.
You enjoyed the ocean breeze, and of course the view of the captain. But you couldn't wait for whatever came next. Joel was so close, yet so far. After the hours of conversation and the pair of kisses the night before, you couldn't help but crave more. Selfishly, you wanted Captain Joel all to yourself.
He was really in his element. Joel was friendly and energetic. He had people laughing and asking a question here or there. He really was an islander, and you could hear the passion for the place he lived in every little detail he provided. It was dreamy.
I could do this over and over, you thought to yourself.
The forty-five minutes came and went. You tried to soak in as much of the history and little tidbits of the Island that you could. When Joel finally eased the big sea vessel back into its spot by the dock, he thanked everyone for joining and motioned for you to come to the front as the others piled out.
"So, what'd you think?" He asked. "Better the second time around?"
"I'd say you nailed it," you said with a nod, letting your hand drift across the steering wheel. "You got a standing ovation. They seemed to like you."
Joel gave a little grin and motioned to the wheel. "Think you could drive her?"
You huffed a laugh and positioned both hands on the wheel, looking out at the sea. "I'd probably take us to Ireland or something."
Joel laughed lightly and crept in behind you. He placed his hands over yours on the wheel.
You swallowed hard and your pulse quickened when you felt his body gently brush against yours from behind. You were struggling to fight the impulses you wanted so badly to act on. But to be fair, Joel knew exactly what he was doing.
"If I said starboard which side is it?" He asked.
"Um.." your brain was practically shut down and your body was working overtime. You went to move your hands on the wheel to the left but Joel caught you as you did and forced your hands in the other direction.
"Close," he teased. The laugh he let out ricocheted down the side of your neck. It caused you to turn partway to look at him.
For a second or two neither of you said anything, and then in a boyishly cute fashion, Joel simply said, "Hi."
"Hi." You breathed the word back and your gaze alternated, in rapid fashion, from looking into his eyes to down at his lips and back again.
That was when Joel recognized your hesitation and took the initiative. He grabbed you by the side of the face with one hand and kissed you. This time he *really* kissed you.
It was fierce and hot. Your tongue fought for dominance with his, but ultimately Joel took over with ease. You gasped when you took a breath and then dove back in for more.
Fuck, how would you stop? There wasn't a part of your body that had the will to stop.
And then came a whistle from below. It jolted both of you back to reality and you suddenly remembered where you were.
"Joel!" A voice called up. "You good?" It was one of the deckhands.
"I'm on my way down!" Joel called back. He turned back to you and sighed through his nose. His hand still rested on your cheek. "Come to dinner with me."
You nodded, knowing full well how crimson your face was and swollen your pupils must have been.
"Do you feel comfortable coming by my house first? I just have to take a quick shower. I'll be in and out in five minutes."
Joel's house? Him showering? Naked. With you there.
"If not," he went on, "That's fine. I could meet you at the restaurant-"
"No, it's fine," you blurted before he could suggest anything else. "I'll go with you."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." You couldn't hold back a smile.
Joel smiled back. "Alright, let me just get this boat secured and then we'll go."
"Okay." You took a breath as he exited your personal space. It felt empty without him there, especially in the throes of infatuation. Still, it gave you a second to process what the immediate future would hold as you tried to keep your cool about going to Joel's house.
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alpineshift ¡ 2 months ago
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I am very much entrenched in sibling hierarchy traits
Please enlighten me!
OK SO to start I have to fully admit I have eldest daughter bias. bc I'm an eldest daughter. and while it's not my entire personality it does strongly factor into the lens in which I view the hughes bros (and to an extent nico as well lmao).
(granted that is also exactly what a very biased person would say so take that as you will lolol)
so using this "f*ck the sad out of me" text quote scenario as a base for jacknico -
we've seen the extensive eldest daughter quinn content it's out there. not gonna necessarily rehash it. to me, it makes sense that upon being confronted by a message that sends his brain into instant overthinking, jack immediately pivots to quinn going "what do I do help me fix my captain". I like to imagine quinn is torn exactly in half going "well I can't not help" and the other half going "I really do not need to know any of this shit." this is very much jack accidentally lit a firework indoors and yells and hands it to quinn, who takes it without hesitation. the subplot to the whole jacknico texting debacle is just quinn quietly having a crisis in vancouver with a three hour time difference between them.
middle child jack my beloved. my marketing persona for him has always been "this is Jack 'I'm so serious please take me seriously' Hughes". this approach to life lands him into every spot of bebotherment to ever exist bc he wants to be taken seriously. but at the same time, houses an impatient and also a bit of an impulsive streak. which is why instead of peeping the notification preview, carefully leaving Nico's text msg unopened and giving himself plausible deniability so he can use the extra time to sort out his feelings, he immediately opens the text, immediately panics, and immediately makes it everyone else's problem. he just wants to help so badly. he also has no idea what to do. his totally non-platonic feelings for nico has nothing to do with this whatsoever.
and most unfortunately I have the least amount of understanding in the ways of youngest child. I'll never achieve this feat. in my mind, because Luke has outgrown both his older brothers by a solid amount and has no qualms tossing them about he gets the privilege of noping straight out of Jack's panic-coaster and happily does not get involved whatsoever. he's out for a run he's gone to get takeout he's petting a dog in the grocery store parking lot. this is not his biz.
so to conclude - it's not like nico meant to wreak an eight-hour havoc on his core teammates (plus quinn). but it's also a very youngest sibling thing for him to do as well. and that's a story for another day.
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hollowwrites ¡ 1 year ago
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It is Weasley Wednesday My Dudes
I have a Garreth x MC story in the works but for now have this…trash.
No one can convince me otherwise but Garreth has a nickname for everyone…do not question me!!
Imelda - Broomelda or Impy
He read a book once about Norse Mythology and found the Germanic Warrior Brunhild. Something about the powerful Valkyrie and shield maiden reminded him of Imelda and once he’d found a way of shoehorning her name into it that was it:
Imelda: (taking off her flying gear after running another time trial)
Garreth: How are we this fine Thursday afternoon, Broomelda?
Imelda: (turns to stare at Garreth)
Garreth: You know…like Brunhild the-
Imelda: I know who she is
Garreth: See you have a Broom, not a sword…and your name is Imelda…Broom…Imelda…Broomelda
Imelda: …No
After that went badly he started calling her Impy, short and fiesty…could kill you. She likes that nickname
Sebastian - Brother (occasionally Shortie)
Sebastian is an inch shorter than Garreth, if that. Only breaks it out if Sebastian is being bratty or he really wants to wind him up. Started calling Sebastian ‘Brother’ in their second year after he got mildly upset at Anne and Garreth hanging out after Potions.
Now they just call each other brothers out of habit. Anne still gets a little red faced when she hears it and Garreth will never admit he still has a thing for Sebastians sister. Will joke about it constantly though.
Garreth: Please tell me you took notes in Potions
Sebastian: I did
Garreth: Oh thank you Brother!!
Sebastian: (Chuckles) Anytime
Ominis: Is that still happening? This brother ordeal I have to listen to?
Garreth: Well I have to practise for when me and my beloved are betrothed
Sebastian: Yeah yeah, take your notes and be gone
Garreth: (Sighing affectionately) I can’t wait to be Garreth Sallow
Sebastian: Enough thank you!
Garreth: Calm down Shortie (ruffles Sebastian’s hair)
Sebastian: (Sighs)
Poppy - Bumbles
Found Poppy sat amongst the beehives doing homework. She laughed at him when he jumped out of his skin rounding the corner, her Hufflepuff Uniform blending in with the hives around her. Once said the way she flits around the school chasing after beasts reminded him of a Bumblebee. Too much of a coincidence!
Poppy: (Bumping into Garreth in the hallways dropping her books) Ooof Sorry Garreth, can’t see past these books.
Garreth: No problem, Bumbles. Where are we going? I’ll help you carry some
Poppy: Just back to the dorms
Garreth: After you (following after Poppy quietly humming) bzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Poppy: (Giggles) Stop it you!!
Amit - Stargazer
Pretty obvious one. I imagine Amit and Garreth don’t speak very often, Garreth head down in a cauldron and Amit staring off into the sky, their interests don’t always align but he likes to make people feel included.
Amit: Ah Garreth, Professor Weasley, er…your Aunt is looking for you
Garreth: Ugh, Thank you Stargazer. You are My Knight in Shining Armour. (Turns on his heels and walks in the direction he just came, away from his Aunt)
Ominis - Opal Eyes
Another obvious one. Got caught staring into Ominis’ eyes once and blurted out that he thought they were beautiful like Opals. Rolled with it.
Ominis: Bloody Wiggenweld, AGAIN. I hate that blasted potion
Garreth: Oh, Opal Eyes (throwing an arm around his shoulder) How many times have I told you? Sit next to me and I’ll smuggle you some of mine.
Ominis: I’m already blind I don’t want to lose my sense of smell too
MC - Sparkles, Sparkler, Sparks ETC (Modern AU would deffo call them Palpatine)
Have you seen anyone else shoot lightning from their fingers? Didn’t think so. Immediately came up with the name as soon as he witnessed their Ancient Magic for the first time. Teases them every Guy Fawkes Night (Bonfire Night) for hogging all the fireworks in their fingers.
Garreth: Hey I’ve run out of Sparklers, can I borrow you…Sparkler?
MC: Har Har very funny Weasley
Garreth: (stands behind them scooping their hands in his, waving them around as if they were alight)
Bonus:
Leander - Tabby
Thinks his nickname is because he’s ginger. Garreth doesn’t have the heart to tell him; 1) Tabbies aren’t ginger and 2) it’s because he prances around acting like a lion when in actuality he’s a pussy cat.
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whisker-biscuit ¡ 1 year ago
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SlyFox Day 2: Snow
Sly huffed a silent sigh of relief as he placed the last of the explosive charges at the base of the last vampire crypt. The Panda King had gone off ahead at his insistence that he could finish this by himself – a fact they were both happy about – and watching the older man clear away the last of the active undead mantises with fireworks and flame before he took his leave was something the raccoon would never be able to get used to.
And it had nothing to do with vampires.
He set the timer for the detonation and retreated to a safe distance on higher ground to watch the upcoming explosion. The crypt was right at the bottom of a hill of snow that looked a breeze away from toppling into a miniature avalanche, and Sly was admittedly a little excited to see it. He was taking every chance at levity he could cling to while at this stupid palace, with its stupid owner, and the stupid decision Bentley had made to trust the goddamn Panda King.
So caught up he was in his momentary bitterness that he nearly missed the bob a familiar flashlight as Inspector Fox rounded the corner. Sly had only a few seconds to be surprised at her presence and wonder what lead had brought her up this far before she shined her light on the literal time-bomb of a crypt and that surprise turned to alarm.
There was no time to think. There was barely time to act. The thief launched himself off of his perch straight for her, hoping against hope to knock them both out of the blast radius. She was just starting to turn around at the sound of him when he slammed into her, sending them both tumbling, but before either could do anything else there was a BOOM that shook the ground and deafened his senses –
And then the world went white.
Sly woke up with a groan that quickly turned into chattering teeth. His entire body felt stiff and frozen from head to toe, and his head was still ringing from the aftermath of the explosion. When he tried to sit up, his vision swam so badly that it nearly made him pass out again.
“Oh. You’re awake.”
The sound of Carmelita’s voice broke through the fog in his senses and brought him right back to the present. He locked his jaw to stop his loud shivering and looked over towards the direction she’d spoken from. Sure enough, she was sitting just out of reach, holding her arm close to her chest and glaring daggers at him.
His heart jumped to his throat at the sight. “Are you hurt?”
“I am, no thanks to you,” she snapped, making him wince. “What the hell were you doing up here?!”
“Blowing up vampires.” The truth fell off his tongue easily, and not just because it often did around her. It was better to be honest when it came to pinning terrible crimes on terrible criminals.
“Uh huh.” Inspector Fox looked less skeptical of the idea of vampires and more skeptical of the idea of him playing vampire hunter. “And does ‘blowing up vampires’ involve this?”
She glanced around meaningfully, and Sly finally registered the rest of their environment. They were trapped in a narrow air pocket surrounded on all sides by snow, so cramped that there wasn’t enough room to stand or even get more than a few feet away from each other. The raccoon sucked in a worried breath through his teeth.
“Don’t try to break through it,” she warned him before he could even think of it. “I already tried, and the whole thing nearly came down on top of us. There’s no telling how much snow is above us right now, and I don’t want to risk suffocation if it falls.”
The thief swallowed. His whole body was shivering, now. “How long was I out?”
“Only a few minutes. I think you got hit in the head with a piece of whatever you were blowing up.” When he gave a meaningful, scrutinous look towards her cradled hand, she shook her head. “Happened when we were rolling after you tackled me. Feels more like a sprain than a break.”
Sly couldn’t help the way he visibly relaxed at that. Carmelita watched him like a hawk.
“Have you called your mercenary friends to tell them what happened?”
“No. My radio got lost somewhere in the avalanche.” This time, instead of glaring at him with obvious blame, she simply closed her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. “Just my luck, huh? You’re finally trapped right in front of me with nowhere to go, and I can’t even call for backup.”
“Maybe not, but I can.”
Her eyes snapped open when he pulled out his binocucom, but she didn’t say a word as he started calling Bentley. The line rung for less than a heartbeat before the turtle answered.
“Sly! Where are you? Did you take down the last crypt?”
“Sure did, Bentley, but there were some, uh…complications.”
He pulled up the visual aid and did a slow scan across the tiny space, including Inspector Fox’s scowling face, then flipped it back around towards him. His best friend let out a string of words that were very complicated but probably very vulgar. Sly could tell he was in for a hell of a lecture about this later.
“Give us ten minutes max and we’ll get you out of there. Both of you,” he amended when Sly raised an eyebrow. “Just don’t do anything stupid until then, and leave your binocucom on so we can find you.”
“Roger that.”
The raccoon put the device back in his leg pouch and wrapped his arms around his knees, suddenly all too aware of the bitter cold making him shiver. Ten minutes was a long time to wait in the snow when you were only wearing a sweater-shirt and boots more built for stealth than snow.
As if sensing his thoughts, Carmelita let out an irritated huff and patted the ground beside her. Sly didn’t move an inch.
“You, uh…you sure?” He asked.
“I’m only offering because you’ll freeze to death before your gang shows up,” she said pointedly, shifting her weight to very obviously hide the way she was also shaking. “You can’t be brought to justice if you’re dead.”
A smile finally crossed the thief’s lips. “Of course, not. We wouldn’t want me to escape the consequences of my actions with such a pathetic way to go.”
“Exactly.” The word was hissed with as much conviction as possible, but he could still see the faint flicker of her own smile before it was quickly buried under indifference. “Now get over here before I change my mind.”
He did so.
“If you ever tell anyone about this, Ringtail…” she threatened as they huddled together, arms wrapped around each other.
Sly smothered his grin, partly because he knew she wasn’t bluffing and partly because her tail was curling around his seemingly without her conscious knowledge.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Inspector.”
And he meant every word.
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iheart-nana ¡ 27 days ago
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xxx. the memory of you
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CHAPTER THIRTY ─ the memory of you.
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❛ i miss the old ways, you didn't have to change, but i guess i don't have a say now that we don't talk ❜
Kim Taesung's Perspective
I felt my heart drop the moment the woman who was supposedly waiting for me turned around. I barely recognized her at first; But my memories of her must have been etched into my brain permanently, because a part of me knew. That it was her. Her long and flowing hair was no more, and the only part of it left hung over her shoulders. As I stood there in front of her, staring, I found myself entranced by her face, just like I had all those years ago. I had seen her for the very first time at the music club, and the incident replayed in front of my eyes as if it took place only yesterday. Our eyes met- ever so briefly, and it was as if fireworks had gone off. Her features still held the same harmony- soft, with a air of gentility, yet they had an inexplicable charisma that captivated me.
I could practically feel my heart pounding in my head. My hand had begun trembling. I continued gazing into her eyes, trying way too hard to avoid the scar on the right side of her face. I practically had to tear my eyes away because my heart and soul ached as if they were being pierced by a thousand needles. There was that same emptiness in her eyes that always perplexed me. It made me so curious. What could she have possibly gone through for her eyes to look so lifeless and miserable. I wanted to know so badly. I wanted to know her better, and I failed to do it every time.
Our eyes met again after some stupid formal dialogue, the sound of which was drowned out by the deafening sound of the frantic beating of my heart. I felt like I was back in my teenage body, staring at her from afar and overthinking the gift she gave me- that I bought over and over again for years. The flush on my face must have been so obvious and for a second I almost felt sorry for my colleague who stood and watched us in confusion. My gaze shifted to her scar again, and I had to look away from her entirely because of the pain I felt in my chest. It was as if someone had ripped my heart out of my body and broken it in a million parts like it was made of glass. 
The truth was that I blamed myself to this day. There was nothing that I regretted more than failing to protect her. In hindsight, I wondered how things would have turned out if I just followed basic safety protocol. What was I thinking? Riding a bike with no helmet? That too with someone I cared about. I would give up anything to go back in time and fix it. Would that have fixed everything?
On my way home, the only thought that occupied me was that despite everything that had happened- the time that had passed, and the very obvious scar on Yumi's face, she was still just as pretty as fifteen years ago. That's the thing that made me feel ridiculous; In front of Choi Yumi, I was just a nineteen year old boy with a stupid crush.
Choi Yumi's Perspective
I sat in my room, staring at the floor, lost in thought. It was insane. I had endless questions that could never be silenced. How had I run into Taesung in this timeline? Why and how did he end up become a police officer...
Then, something inside me clicked
A familiar face flashed in front of me- Gahyun, the crazy bitch obsessed with Taesung. Her screaming voice and her shaking hands pointing to me in accusation appeared in front of me.
"You!" she shrieked. Her hollering voice echoed and rippled through the previously quiet, still hospital halls. The other patients shrunk back, closed their curtains to avoid looking at the scene she was causing and others went to call for help.
"What do you want?" I sighed, "And for god's sake lower your volume."
"You're the reason my Taesung is injured!" she continued yelling, "If it weren't for you, he would be perfectly healthy at home! Now- all thanks to you, he's going to have that hideous scar on his shoulder! Ugh, it's all your fault! How could you be so selfish?!"
A fire began burning inside me that started as a spark then exploded in an instant as I cried out with tears of agony forming in my eyes, "Don't you dare pretend like you know shit! He CHOSE to drop me. In case you haven't noticed, this damn thing on my face is going to be permanent. God, just stay out of it! You don't deserve to come here and yell at ME and cause a scene! Get out!"
My breathing became erratic, and it was as if steam was coming out through my ears. I was furious. Not because she was crushing on the same stupid teenage boy as me. Because of how right she was. If it wasn't for me, Taesung would be okay.
"Yumi, is everything alright?" asked a concerned Eunyoung who had just returned home, looking even more miserable than me.
"I remember everything now," I said, feeling dazed and confused, but at the same time things seemed to make more sense, "Did we really yell in the hospital like that?"
"Oh, yeah," she tried to tell me gently, "Everyone heard."
"God."
I ran a hand down my face, sighing for what must have been the millionth time that day, "What's up with you?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Don't even ask," she responded, sighing, "Sunjae's death was suicide."
I suddenly sat up straight, my ears perking up. The word seemed to crash right on my head as my chest began feeling tight. I never spoke about it, but my mother's death haunted me to this day. She couldn't endure the abuse from my father and ended her own life. I was too young to understand it when it happened, but it dawned on me now. The thought that I was not very different, that I would turn out the same made me cower in fear every time I thought about it.
I pulled Eunyoung into an embrace, and I could feel her surprise to my impulsive action. "I'm sorry," I whispered. The room was then filled with the sound of our breathing and the soft banging of the snow against the window.
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nana's notes: wonyoung's face card in the header tho-
delphi's notes: taesung having a whole melancholic monologue is everything.
next chapter: friday list of chapters here!
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thessalian ¡ 10 days ago
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Thess vs Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
You know how sometimes you feel like there's a scream trapped under your ribcage like a frantic bird? Or maybe it should be, you know how you constantly feel like there's a scream trapped under your ribcage like a frantic bird and sometimes it's more active than others? Well, mine is currently flailing like an angry fucking swan.
I'm going to have to write an email to Scruffman about New Girl. I'm fed up. That email will read, "Dear [Scruffman], I wondered if you could have a word with [New Girl] about working in chronological order when she types. I had reason to note that yesterday she was typing all of that day's typing while we still had a large number of reports from the previous day to type." And I may add, "I felt obliged to work an extra twenty minutes yesterday to clear Monday's typing so that we would remain more or less on schedule, which would have been unnecessary had she gone through the queue chronologically". Because I did - and that was after I stepped out to go to the shops for some necessary bits. She is driving me fucking crazy, and I was left with so many of the long-ass bits of typing and the complicated accents and I know that's part of the job but it feels hideously unfair that I should be the one stuck with it all because I'm the only one who seldom cherry-picks what typing they want out of the queue (and then only when I have done ten long-ass complicated bits of bullshit in a row and refuse to do every single one of them just because the rest of my colleagues can't be arsed).
And of course the US election is today and I am nervous as fuck. It's not just about my friends in the US, either. I mean, it's a lot about my friends in the US, but ... seriously, this country went to the right wing idiocy place when Trump got elected, and currently the leader of the Tories is a boomerang bigot who said out loud that Muslims are a "lesser culture" who don't deserve to be here, and as for Labour ... well, Starmer's not even a centrist - he's a straight-up right wing bullshit artist. We're struggling for hope as it is over here, and if Trump wins again, it's going to embolden the far-right assholes who have protests and riots like once every couple of months over here. I could not take that. I couldn't take more right-wing agitation here, I could not take what a second Trump term would do to my friends, I just could. Not. TAKE IT.
And I have no chance to chill even a little because it's fucking Guy Fawkes Day and I thought the fireworks were bad over the weekend ... and they were, but now they're WORSE. So I'm stressed, I'm tired, I'm in pain, I'm angry, I'm badly frightened, and it sounds like World War 3 outside so now I'm getting a migraine.
Good luck to the USians. I wish I had something more positive to say to you, but I wish you all the best, for all our sakes.
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planet-crait ¡ 26 days ago
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A Date To Remember is Next! I’d by lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to get more Dev stuff lolz. Oh no no Dev it looks like it’s a Valentine’s Day show.
Cosmo you are so cute! I love how comfortable he is wearing the princess outfit and I have to say he looks adorable in it.
Aww it’s Hazels parents anniversary and she’s putting on a show for them that is so adorable. Hazel you’re so cute, I hope your parents appreciate how precious you are. Aww Cosmo and Wanda are dancing as well. I’m surprised they didn’t take this opportunity to introduce another Chip Skylark song. It feels like a wasted opportunity. The again Disney refuses to let Powerline have any other songs so this is a common issue it seems. As far as I can remember both Chip and Powerline only have two songs, (My Shiny Teeth and Me and Icky Vicky for Chip and Stand Out and I2I for Powerline (yes that’s how it’s spelled on the official soundtrack) it means nothing besides it’s amusing for me. I kind of want to do a poll of all the Childhood media pop stars and see who is everyone’s favorite that could be fun.
Back to the episode. Wait why aren’t they questioning the lights and fireworks or how a ten year old did that? Maybe they’re just lost in how adorable Hazel is sure. Also I just noticed the masks are Cosmo and Wanda on the stage that is a very cute detail.
Huh they are very chill about not being able to do an anniversary together. It’s healthy to recognize schedules can get crazy and it can’t happen but with how much Hazels mom works I worry it could eventually become a problem. Obviously skipping one anniversary isn’t an issue but if they just stop all together going out that’s potentially a problem.
It is funny Hazel is way more worried about it than they are. Aww Cosmo and Wanda are so cute together I love them so much. HAZEL NOT THE WORD WISH!!!! HAZEL BAD IDEA!!! Cosmo and Wanda you need to be more careful about these wishes. Hazel, trust your gut. Trust it. Also Cosmo, so many wishes have gone very badly. Very very badly. No Hazel no don’t watch them. Yep this went wrong.
Hazel Hazel don’t bring Cupid in this is not smart COSMO AND WANDA WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER THIS AND NOT THAT ITS A BAD IDEA GUYS.
Side note. How does fairy aging work? Cupid and Jorgan look way older but Cosmo and Wanda don’t. We know they went on a ten thousand year vacation uh somehow so they would realistically age some right? But they haven’t while other have and I’m just very confused on this.
Sorry I keep getting distracted tonight. Uhh Cupid? This is evil. What happens to Hazel if her parents don’t fall in love???? ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO ORPHAN A CHILD??? Really???!!!??
But for real does Cupid pair up literally every couple in existence? Does he only decide who falls in love does no one ever fall in love by chance? The logistics are confusing.
Lolz bad lie Hazel but your dad is enough of a nerd for paranormal stuff he rolls with it which uh is a good thing for Hazel lolz.
That’s not a very good painting lolz but at least she’s into it. Good thing Hazel has her dad on her side lolz. Lolz and Cosmo and Wanda helping is helping a lot lolz.
Cosmo is that cheating lolz. Maybe but uh Cupid has an unfair advantage. How do the points work? How do you quantify falling in love with someone? How does Brewster go from like 93 points to 339 points? Thats an unrealistic jump. Wait seriously what happens to Hazel? Does she just cease to exist????
Wait giving her the honor? What the fuck dude? Thats not romantic at all. Even if Marcus didn’t break out the goofy moves I would hope she wouldn’t date him.
I love that she loves his goofy personality. Lolz a mirror makes him get over his heartbreak? Yeah he’s so self absorbed. Cupid you’re so annoying. But there is truth in people too alike would drive each other crazy. But seriously Cupid what was the plan with Hazel? I’m worried about that.
They think it’s a puppet show? I mean. Sure why not. Magic whatever lolz.
Overall it was a cute episode. I did get a glimpse of the next episode and it’s Lost in Fairyworld and I know Dev is back and I am so excited!!!!
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szallejhscorner ¡ 2 years ago
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King of Diamonds - Part I
Hello, again!
I’m back with something new. It won’t be that long I think, and I can’t promise to update that frequently, but season 2 made me want to write this really badly. So here we are, I guess.
•♦•♦• When Chishiya Shuntarou accepted to remain in the Borderlands as a citizen, I knew there was nothing I could do but to accept as well. •♦•♦•
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Fireworks lit up the sky, rainbow-colored explosions that proved what we all had hoped for: the very last game had been cleared. Parts of the Hearts Queen’s blimp were still falling down from the air, leaving trails of sparks and ash where the airship once hovered. The very last game. We made it.
We could finally go home.
It was a beautiful sight, and I felt tears running down my cheeks. My wounds burned whenever I took a breath, but I didn’t look away from the fireworks. So many of them. So many injuries… dozens of scars on my body that would never heal.
All those games I had been forced to play. All those people who died next to me… who died because of me.
I was no murderer. Somehow, I had managed not to kill a single person with my own hands. But nonetheless, people had died because of me. People in opposite teams… people who had less points than I…
They had left not only the physical scars on my body. My whole soul had been scarred in this world, my heart shattered into so many pieces that it would be impossible to fix it. And yet all I wanted was to finally go home, into the arms of my family and far, far away from this horror.
I could go home now.
With a shaking sigh, I turned to the side, where Chishiya was still leaning against the corpse of a car. His white body was completely soaked red now, and his eyes were fluttering. His pain must be massive, and he wouldn’t make it much longer with those severe injuries. I didn’t need to be a doctor to know that.
I wanted to reach for his hand and tell him to go home. I was sure he’d decline the citizenship, more than anything because he was dying and doctors in the real world could help him. Besides, who would want to stay in such a madhouse?
And yet, Chishiya Shuntarou never stopped to surprise me. He coughed more blood that covered his lips and the already pale skin on his face, but the smirk didn’t leave his face. It never did. His eyes found mine for a moment before they turned towards the sky, and his voice was almost too silent to hear when he said:
“I’ll accept.”
My heart dropped to my stomach and I almost forgot to breathe. “What? But… Chishiya! You’ll die if you stay here!”
Chishiya chuckled, a sound so pained and rough that it made me shudder. Even though I wasn’t the one suffering so much pain, it was agonizing to see him that way. Not only because of the way I felt for him.
“I don’t want to go back to a world without you…” I whispered, almost begging him to change his mind. We could meet again in the real world, live a life without games. We could be together and be happy.
“That world has… nothing for me”, Chishiya muttered under a pained breath, “so I… accept.”
My body dropped back against the car. I wanted to ruffle my hair, but my hands were covered in blood. Chishiya’s blood. Blood that was still pouring out from the bullet holes in his body.
“You bastard”, I sobbed, but tears blurred my sight now so I couldn’t even see the condescending smirk on his face.
We had gone through so much together. All those games we had survived, moments we had had together. And yet he wanted to stay… wanted to continue. I didn’t have to explain to him that, once he became a citizen, he could never turn back. He would continue to play games, and one day, other players would defeat him, killing him just like we had defeated the face cards.
I didn’t want that. I did not want to die here. But Chishiya had made clear that his decision couldn’t be changed, and I didn’t want to be without him, either.
“You bastard”, I repeated with a desperate laugh.
And then, I once more looked up to the fireworks. They were still beautiful, but it had taken mere seconds for me to hate them. I didn’t want to stay here. I didn’t want to die.
I sighed and blinked away the tears. “I’ll accept, too.”
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