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[7s3ven]

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt. 2

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( masterlist )

IN WHICH… Y/N is finally claimed by her father, who turns out to be Zeus. Now, she’s stuck in an empty cabin as the only forbidden child of Zeus. Luke, on the other hand, is thrilled to be playing her knight in shining armour and getting her through each lonely day.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : a little bit of jealousy, arguing, Y/N being indecisive and confused (real), not proof-read

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I really hope this part is good enough 🙏

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Being claimed was perhaps worse than staying in the Hermes cabin. The Zeus cabin was completely empty, much to Y/N’s dismay. Percy was unlucky enough to be a forbidden child too. Looks like neither of them would be having any half-siblings.

“I always knew she was destined for greatness.” Clarisse would say as if the life of a forbidden child wasn’t lonely and utterly isolated.

“Knock, knock.”

But there was one person who could light up the dim Zeus cabin.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought strawberries. I picked ‘em myself. It was not easy work, let me tell you.” Luke chuckled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Nice place.” He sarcastically said, staring at the cobwebs that littered the walls.

Y/N stared at him, unimpressed and unamused. “Being claimed was supposed to feel great. But I’m just back at square one again.” She huffed and took a strawberry Luke offered her. He sat beside Y/N, gesturing her to continue.

“You know, at least the Hermes cabin had another people. I’m stuck in this deserted cabin because my father finally decided that he wanted to see me! All I’m wondering is why it took so long. Why bother claiming me now?! Percy got claimed in under five days. I know people who have been claimed in one. Why did it take me ten years?! At least I know why I always attract trouble now. It’s because Zeus, that utter man whore, is my dad!”

Luke’s eyebrows silently raised at her words. “You’re welcome in the Hermes cabin any time, Y/N. Don’t forget that. I don’t think your dad was ignoring you… he was probably just waiting.”

“Yeah. Waiting until I finally proved myself to him. Because a child of Zeus should be a prodigy. No normal feat is allowed. It has to be impressive to gain his attention. How dumb.” Y/N scoffed.

“I was fine without him. I’ve gone my entire life never hearing from him and after ten years of being at camp, suddenly he wants to play daddy? He should’ve left me alone. But hey, at least you guys have more room in the Hermes cabin. I heard Chiron was going to move me.”

“What? But you’re practically part of the family. I mean, not exactly. It’d be weird if we were related because… you know… we’re friends and being such good friends with siblings seems weird.” Luke spoke so fast that Y/N couldn’t understand him.

She silently stared at him. “… You’re weird. Chiron just wanted to make more room for the newcomers. And, you know, I had been there for so long that I wasn’t considered new.”

“You okay, though? Your cuts aren’t still hurting? You don’t feel sick, right?” Luke carefully inspected her face and bruised arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Luke, I’m fine.” She reassured him, laughing. “Nothing hurts anymore.”

“Guess I’ve got to let you win the next game now.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you guessed Poseidon and got it right.”

“I took a wild guess. I wasn’t expecting it to be correct.”

Luke shrugged and stood up. “I need to go check up on some kids. A new group just arrived. Will you be alright by yourself? I can always go get Clarisse.”

Y/N stared up at him and a part of Luke wished she would ask him to stay. To stay in the stuffy cabin and just… talk.

“I think I need some alone time right now.” She softly smiled, resisting the urge to ask him not to walk out, to keep her company. “I just need to process all the shit that went down.”

Luke chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s my girl.” He began to walk away before he turned around last minute. “Hey, Y/N… thanks for staying by my side.”

“No problem. Thanks for being my friend, Luke.”

With a wounded heart and the embarrassment of being friend-zoned hanging high over his head, Luke walked out of the Zeus cabin.

Y/N didn’t see Luke again until a few days later. He was always so busy with the new kids but he still had time to leave a small box of strawberries on her porch.

It was dinner when Y/N could finally speak to Luke. She smiled at him and subtly waved and he grinned back. He had been talking with Chris about a boring topic but his eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. Luke stood up to sit with her before he was quickly intercepted.

“Luke.” One of the new girls said, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. She was claimed the moment she stepped into camp by Aphrodite. She seemed to already be her mother’s favourite. “Are you free to sit with me and my friends? We want to ask you a few questions.”

Luke was pulled away by the girl, leaving Y/N to watch him sheepishly grin. Y/N’s smile faltered. “I think he’s avoiding me.” She muttered to Percy, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. She felt a twisted knot of jealousy well up as a girl giggled and grabbed Luke’s arm. And he let her.

The younger boy looked up in confusion. “Who? Luke? I don’t think so. Girls just seem to really like him.”

Y/N frowned but didn’t say anything else. She could only stare again as the girls around Luke laughed as he uttered something with a bashful smile.

“I’m turning in early.” Y/N said, standing up. She pushed her plate of dessert towards Percy, who slowly took it.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling well so I think I’m going to sleep early. Good night, Percy.” She deeply inhaled as she walked away, catching Luke’s attention.

“Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be back. I need to talk to someone.” He hurriedly got up, racing after Y/N. Percy, who was eating his second serving of cake, muffled a laugh. Luke was so whipped.

“Y/N.” The brunette boy finally caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Why are you leaving early? We haven’t talked for weeks so I thought we could use today to catch up.”

Y/N stared at him in confusion before she turned her head and quietly laughed. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise. “Luke… it’s only been three days.”

His face dropped and he cleared his throat. “I know… I was testing you. That’s all.” Yet his eyes looked at everything but Y/N. “So, how has your cabin been?”

“Lonely. It doesn’t feel the same without Chris ranting about Clarisse.” Y/N sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not sure if I can rant about Clarisse like Chris but I could try keeping you company.” Luke offered, gazing at Y/N with eyes that begged her to agree.

She merely shrugged, not stopping Luke from strutting into her cabin and lying down on her bed. He outstretched his arms, confusing Y/N. “Hug.” Was all he said.

Y/N was never much of an affectionate person but Luke certainly was. His gestures ranged from secretly fiddling with her fingers to picking her up and swinging her around in the middle of the battle arena.

Begrudgingly, Y/N closed the distance between them. Luke grinned, pulling her closer. A few moments later, Y/N attempted to pull away. Luke prevented her from doing so. “Five more minutes.” He whispered in her ear.

But those promised five minutes turned into an hour.

And a peaceful hour turned into all night.

And all night turned into the sun rising and Clarisse waking the pair up.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Luke.” The Ares girl snickered, folding her arms over her chest. “Your siblings are wondering where you went. I assume by the lack of clothes on the floor that you two did nothing. How surprising for you, Luke.”

“Clarisse.” Y/N warned, sitting up.

“Okay, okay. I’m going. See you at breakfast, Y/N.” Clarisse sent her friend a teasing wink before she slithered off, laughing to herself.

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” Luke muttered, stretching. He not-so-subtly placed an arm around Y/N and when she didn’t shove him away, he smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve already prepared myself for whatever gossip is about to spread around camp.” Y/N leaned back, shaking her head, while Luke chuckled.

“Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Luke retorted.

Camp Half-Blood seemed obsessed with the little thing going on between Y/N and Luke. Friendship, romance, confusing situationship. The campers called it many things.

“I’m so tired.” Y/N muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. Luke took that as his chance to gaze at her. His eyes traced over the bridge of her nose and the curve of her Cupid’s bow.

He smiled to himself, pressing his face deeper into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“Luke. We need to get up.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity, Y/N stood up.

“Oh. Yeah. I know how you can’t miss breakfast because you get cranky without it.” Luke chuckled while Y/N shoved him.

“Get out, Luke!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. He bellowed out a laugh as he ran towards the exit.

“See you at breakfast, sweetheart!”

Y/N, with flushed cheeks and a racing mind, barged into the Ares cabin. “Clarisse.” She said, holding onto the doorframe for support. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Clarisse questioned as they walked side by side. Y/N sighed.

“Well, for starters, Luke is acting weird. I mean, he was always kind of weird but it’s gotten… more extreme. He’s getting so close and… calling me these pet names. What am I supposed to do? And why does it make me feel shy? Clarisse, help me!”

Y/N gripped her friend’s shoulders tightly. Clarisse lightly snorted. “Y/N, he’s just in love. Let the boy be.”

“In… love? W-With… me? In love with me?!” Y/N’s mind was spinning by now and it looked like this was her mid-life crisis. “He’s not… he can’t be… no… no… No! I have to go, Clarisse!”

Clarisse watched as Y/N sprinted off with the speed of a lightning bolt. “Haha. It’s so fun messing with them.”

“Hey, Clarisse. What’d you say to Y/N?” Luke immediately filled in Y/N’s spot. He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Y/N.

“I just told her how in love you are with her.” Clarisse winked and laughed at Luke’s appalled face.

“You… did what?” He questioned, panicking. “Why… why would you do that?! Clarisse! Shit!”

Luke, just like Y/N, rushed off. Clarisse smiled again. “So fun.”

Y/N hid within the comforts of her own cabin. She was supposed to teach some of the newbies archery but she was sure Clarisse could fill in for her.

“Luke… in love with me… no way.” She shook her head and deeply sighed, clutching onto her blanket. “He likes that Aphrodite girl.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Speak of the devil. Luke opened the door, grinning at her. “Sorry I’m late. I tried meditating but I ended up falling asleep.” Classic him. “I brought you some food. I gotta teach some kids sword-fighting soon but I thought I’d just leave this here.”

Luke had one leg out of the door before Y/N stopped him. “Luke, can you maybe, I don’t know… stay over tonight? Again? It feels less lonely with you.” Y/N spoke slowly, as if testing the waters.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’d be happy to keep you company. You can count on me, Sparky.”

Y/N scoffed, staring at Luke with her lips parted. “Sparky? No way are you calling me that.”

“Too bad. See ya, Sparky!” Luke managed to close the door before the pillow Y/N tossed his way hit him. She scoffed, looking around yet no words came out of her mouth.

“Sparky… Sparky?!” Y/N exclaimed in disbelief. “What sort of nickname is that?!”

Luke, who stood outside the door and heard Y/N, chuckled. He ran his tongue over his teeth, “Cute.”

A quiet knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s half-conscious nap. She stumbled to the entrance, slowly twisting the knob. “Hey.” She mumbled to Luke, who was holding an armful of snacks.

“Hey, Sparky.” He greeted her with his usual boyish smile. “Did I wake you?”

“I was just taking a small nap. You can always let yourself in, by the way.” Y/N muttered, yawning.

“I didn’t wanna be rude.” Luke replied as he stepped inside, brushing past Y/N. “Hey. I have an idea.” He suddenly said, spinning around. Y/N raised her eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. “I know you don’t like hanging out in this cabin so what do you say we check out the lake?”

“That’s breaking the rules.” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Come on, I wanna go on a walk. And I’m already breaking rules being here. A few more can’t hurt.”

Y/N wanted to say no but how could she when Luke was looking at her like that?

“Fine.” She softly agreed. Luke dropped the snacks onto Y/N���s bed before dragging her out of her cabin. She didn’t even have time to grab a jacket.

Luke placed a finger over his lips, telling Y/N to be quiet. The two carefully creeped through the words, quietly giggling as they shoved each other.

“It’s prettier at night.” Y/N whispered, staring at the lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Luke smiled, nodding his head.

“Yeah.” He replied, but he wasn’t looking at the glittering water. He was looking at Y/N. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Y/N turned her head, faltering when she saw that Luke was already gazing at her. His lips curved into a bright smile.

“So, so… beautiful.” He repeated, staring into her eyes.

“Luke.” She muttered, thickly gulping. Butterflies swirled around in her stomach. After years of pushing down her growing feelings for Luke, they were coming back.

“Y/N.” He chuckled, adjusting his stance. But he slipped and fell into the lake. Y/N gasped, staring into the murky darkness.

“Luke?” She called out. “Luke!” He resurfaced, spitting out a mouthful of water. A few moments passed before Y/N burst into laughter. She stepped forward but tripped over a stray tree root. She hit the water with a loud slap, shocking Luke. He gasped, quickly swimming over. “Sparky, you good?” Luke questioned, holding her tightly.

She coughed. “It hurt a little but I’m good. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for asking, Sparky.” He twirled a strand of Y/N’s wet hair around his finger, his gaze flickering to her lips. “Don’t kill me for this, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning forward.

His lips pressed against Y/N’s, who froze in shock. The kiss only lasted a moment before Luke pulled away, holding back the animalistic urge to do it again.

“I won’t kill you… if you don’t kill me.” Y/N quietly responded, grabbing Luke by the front of his shirt and tugging him forward.

The second kiss was less controlled, more wild. Luke held Y/N tightly, scared she would slip away if he lowered his guard. In this moment, Luke didn’t care about his drenched t-shirt or his soaking hair. All he cared about, and had cared about for the last few years, was the girl in front of him

“You kissed?!” Clarisse screamed, tugging on the ends of her curled hair.

“Hey! I don’t want everybody to know!” Y/N hurriedly shushed the girl. They were hanging around in the arena for some extra sword training and Y/N clumsily mentioned last night.

“Okay, but seriously. Reel back. You guys kissed? Not once, but twice? Oh, man, Y/N. You are so whipped for Luke!”

“I am not! Besides,” Y/N fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, “I heard one of the new Aphrodite girls is interested in Luke.”

“What? And you’re just gonna let her have him? You’ve been crushing on Luke since you first saw him.”

“I wouldn’t call it that! It was admiration.” Y/N quickly snapped to defend herself. Clarisse mockingly raised an eyebrow.

“You couldn’t stop gushing over how he pushed you out of harm’s way when you got claimed.” The Ares kid pointed out.

Y/N huffed. “I mean, I’m a feminist, obviously. But… I wouldn’t really mind him saving me. I’m not entirely opposed… to the idea. I’m just torn, okay?!”

“What are you confused about? Luke obliviously has the hots for you too.”

“Luke and I have been good friends for ages! I’ve known him for ages too! If we start dating and it goes up in flames… I don’t only lose a partner but I also lose a friend! There’s so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong.”

“You already kissed. Sooner or later, he’s gonna confront you.” Clarisse’s eyes flickered to a figure behind Y/N, “And looks like he chose now. You wanna talk to him or do you want me to make a distraction?”

“Distraction, please. I’m not ready. I need to understand my own feelings before dealing with his.” Y/N practically begged Clarisse. Being such a good friend, the daughter of Ares nodded.

“I got your back, girl.” She walked past Y/N, blocking Luke’s path. “Yo, Luke, you interested in having a little spar?”

“Uh, actually, I need to talk to Y/N.” Luke uttered, glancing over at the H/C-haired girl.

“Y/N needs to check on someone. One of the Ares kids got badly injured. You go ahead, Y/N. I’ll be with you soon.” Clarisse waved her off. Y/N silently hurried off, avoiding all eye contact with Luke.

She wasn’t ready to face him just yet. I mean, what do you say to a friend you kissed? More like made out with. And passionately, might I add. Beside a lake at night.

Y/N knew Luke would go looking for her an hour before curfew, so that’s exactly why she sought refuge in the Ares cabin.

“This feels stupid.” She murmured as she rolled under one of the bed, shooing the dust away.

“He’s obviously going to try and ask Clarisse about your whereabouts. You only have to hide under there until he leaves.” Erin, a girl who was a year younger than Y/N, spoke. As predicted, Luke knocked at the door.

“Hey.” He said when Erin swung it open. “Is Y/N or Clarisse here? I need to talk to ether of them but Y/N would be preferred.”

Erin shook her head. “No. Clarisse is showering right now. Maybe check Apollo’s cabin for Y/N. She might be helping out with the injured. She does that sometimes.”

The second Luke disappeared, Y/N crawled out from under the bed. She combed away the dust in her hair. “I know what you’re thinking.” She grumbled, looking up at Erin. “Why am I going through all this trouble? It’s complicated. I’m not ready to face him… yet.”

Erin hummed as she stepped towards Y/N. “None of us will be helpful with advice but if you really want help, visit the Aphrodite cabin.”

That’s how Y/N found herself standing on a porch decorated with pink and hearts and shining pearls. She sighed to herself before she hesitatingly knocked. A short blond girl answered the door immediately.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” She said while Y/N stared at her in discomfort. “Not in a creepy way, though. I swear. We knew you’d need help with you-know-who so we kind of planned it already. Come in.”

The girl warmly guided Y/N inside, beaming. “Our head counsellor isn’t here at the moment but Mai should be plenty of help!” The blond girl pointed over to a brunette who sat on her bed, reading a book. She was dressed in black shorts and a pink crop top. But when Mai looked up, Y/N was sure she was judging her.

“On second thought,” Y/N nervously said, “Maybe I should come back another time. Maybe in the afternoon?”

“The time you come doesn’t matter.” Mai piped up, closing her book. She gazed at Y/N curiously. “You’re afraid of expressing your feelings, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know this was a therapy session.” Y/N lightly joked.

“Y/N, it’s obvious to everybody that you harbour some feelings towards Luke.” Mai said, pressing her pink-tinted lips into a thin line. “You guys are like the dynamic duo. I understand that dating someone who’s also a friend is scary but sometimes you’ve got to take the risk.”

“If you’re scared about going back to your cabin and running into Luke, you can crash here for the night.” The blonde girl from before offered. Nobody else seemed to have any problems with that so Y/N agreed.

She ended up on the bunk next to Mai, her unlicensed love therapist. Y/N tossed and turned but she still couldn’t fall asleep. She quietly groaned, rubbing her eyes.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Mai piped up, pursing her lips.

“No. I can’t help but worry.”

“Let me ask you one question, Y/N. Do you like him?”

“Luke?”

“I didn’t say a name.”

Y/N groaned again. “Fine. You got me. Yes. I guess I like him. I like his smile and how he’s always giving me food and how he barges in when I’m feeling lonely. I think his curled hair is adorable and there’s no other guy better-looking than him to me. But… I’m scared that I just like his platonically. Or what if we do date and I end up losing him?”

Mai smiled. “Don’t stress over it too much. You’re the daughter of Zeus, after all.”

“Yeah, thanks. Good night, Mai.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Luke approached Y/N the next day at breakfast. He let out a subtle sigh of relief when she didn’t run away. “Hey,” He whispered to her, tapping her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Erin and Clarisse. “Can we talk? Alone?”

“Uh, yeah.” Y/N exchanged looks with both of the girls, who nodded and mouthed good luck. “What did you want to talk about?” Y/N asked when they were in the safety of her cabin and away from all the prying eyes. She played with the hem of her bright orange shirt.

“Forgive me for how blunt I’m going to be but what are we, Y/N?” Luke asked, not beating around the bush.

“We’re friends.” Y/N choked out, her conversation with Mai last night going down the drain. Perhaps it was selfish but a part of her wanted to remain friends because at least that way, neither of them would get hurt.

“No.” Luke wildly shook his head, “Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t spend the night in the other’s cabin. Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t sneak out in the middle of the night to go to a lake and end up making out! And now you’re ignoring me!”

His voice increased in volume the more he spoke.

“That was a mistake, Luke! I-I didn’t meant to! It just happened! I’m not ignoring you! What makes you think that?!”

“Well, what am I supposed to think, Y/N? You’re always running off and our conversations are up and down now. Sometimes we don’t talk for days! Sometimes you seem obsessed with me! I don’t know what to think!”

“That’s rich, coming from you!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “If you’re not with Chris then you’re with that Aphrodite girl! You practically ignore me when you’re with her!” Y/N harshly poked his chest.

“I do not! And back to the previous conversation, was it really a mistake? Was hugging me a mistake? Was staring so adoringly at me a mistake? Was kissing me a mistake?! Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it wasn’t to me.” Luke caressed her face, holding it tightly. “Kissing you… will never be a mistake to me. Never, ever.”

Y/N gulped, practically shaking in Luke’s embrace. His lips lightly brushed her’s and she flinched.

“Sparky- Princess- Y/N,” He finally decided on what to call her in the heated moment. “I have feelings for you. And I have for a long time. So if you don’t like me back… just tell me. Because I can’t spend the rest of my life chasing after you. I get that you might be in denial but once I walk through those doors, I’m giving up.”

“Luke…”

“Do you like me or not?”

“Luke… please…” Y/N didn’t really know what she was begging for. Tears welled up in her eyes as he took a small step towards the door.

“Do you like me or not?” He repeated in a firmer tone.

Y/N silently stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists.

“I guess I was wrong about you returning my feelings… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll leave now.”

Y/N’s body moved on its own as she reached out to grab his arm and harshly pull him back. Her voice was supposed to be gentle but hanging out with Clarisse seemed to have an impact on her.

“Of course I like you, Luke! How could I not? But I’m afraid and confused and I don’t know what to do. I see the way other girls look at you. They like you. And I’m scared that I don’t stand a chance against them. And what if we mess up, Luke? If we date then break up, we won’t be able to be friends again. I can’t handle that!”

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you right now, Y/N.” Luke softly replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it. Y/N stared at him with flushed cheeks. “I don’t care about any of those other girls. The only person I care about is you. We don’t have to rush into a relationship but I just need to hear you say that you like me. That’s all I need for now. Can you do that for me?”

Y/N shakily inhaled. “I…” She hesitated. “I like you, Luke.”

Luke pulled her into a hug, smiling as he inhaled the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume. “That’s all I needed to hear, Sparky.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

hi lovely !!! i have a prompt request- number 11 or 13 with eddie? anything vampy and him is so cute- you can pick which one fits im very indecisive !

Hi! Thank you for your request! I’ve gone with number 13 so I hope you don’t mind <3

“Are you leaving in that?” You ask as you pull a hot tray from your oven.

Your roommate, Eddie, is supposed to be going out with his friends. A Halloween party, you’d been invited too, but your thesis paper was due in two weeks and you still had about 15,000 words to write.

Eddie looks down at his outfit- a simple muscle tee and ripped jeans but Hawkins was uncharacteristically cold for late October.

“Yeah? Isn’t this what I usually wear?” He can’t remember everything from before he was turned, but he remembers his big, fat crush on you.

Vampirism seems to have doubled his ability to charm you, though you don’t yet know how.

You nod, offering him a cookie you know he can’t have- it’s a habit you’re really trying to break.

“But it’s almost nine degrees, a human would be freezing.”

Eddie scowls, clearly unhappy with having to change. “But it’s a good outfit.”

You laugh at how petulant he sounds, a cookie trapped between your teeth as you motion for him to follow you to your room.

Eddie likes your room, even if he can’t feel the cold, he can tell your space is warm. With all the little lamps, the trinkets that tell him about you, your books- your entire space reminds him of the sunsets you enjoy.

“I have a leather jacket that goes with your pants.” You rifle through your closet, smiling when you find the blood red jacket.

“A little on the nose don’t you think, dollface?” He asks, fangs hanging down over his lips as he shucks it on.

You shrug, “They’ll only find you out of you don’t freeze to death like they are.”

Eddie grins, his fangs cuter than ever, especially when he dips his chin a little and tugs you close. “Well there’s a flaw in that already, I’m already dead, baby.”

You roll your eyes, kissing his cheek. “I don’t like that one,” Eddie rolls his eyes this time; you forget he can hear your heartbeat. “Don’t forget to eat before you go.”

He nods, fingers to his forehead like he’s in the army. “Is it warm?” You shudder as his finger trails your collarbone.

“Yes, Munson. Now get a move on so I can enjoy my cookies and cry into my laptop over my thesis.”

He laughs as you push him out of your room. “I’ll try to bring you back something nice. Maybe a cursed ring.” He finds his emergency blood and drinks an entire bag.

“You’re not digging up another grave just to scare Dustin, Eddie!”

His giggle bounces off the walls of the house long after he’s gone and you know Dustin’s going to be traumatized.

[snowysosturn]

Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 16

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : MDNI, angst, fluffffffffffffffff (half proof read bc i hate proof reading)

The knock at the door startled me, pulling me from the endless loop of thoughts that had been swirling in my mind since I left work. I was expecting Jess to be here so when I opened the door and saw Matt standing there instead, my heart skipped a beat.

“Hey” he said, his voice soft but a little uncertain. “Sorry for just appearing... Are you free for the night?”

I blinked, taking in the sight of him. He looked good, too good, standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. I opened my mouth to reply, my mind racing. I debated whether or not to tell him Jess was coming over but something in Matt’s eyes made me hesitate. I felt the pull, the same pull that had been drawing me toward him more and more lately.

Before I could find the words, Matt spoke again, cutting through my indecision. “I have a bit of a surprise for you.”

A surprise? My curiosity piqued, I stood there in the doorway, torn between two decisions that suddenly felt monumental. Jess had been there for me, always a reliable friend, and I did want to talk to her about everything that had happened. But Matt.. he was becoming something more than just a friend, even if neither of us had admitted it yet.

Finally, I nodded, the decision made before I even realized it. “Yeah, I’m free.”

His smile widened, relief washing over his features. “Great. Grab your jacket, we’re going out.”

I did as he asked, grabbing my jacket and slipping it on. My nerves buzzed with anticipation as I followed him out of my apartment. I shot Jess a quick text to reschedule our hangout, telling her that something had come up.

The air between us crackled with an unspoken tension, a mixture of excitement and the unknown. Whatever this surprise was, it was clear that tonight was going to be different. Special, even.

As we walked to his car, I couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He seemed more relaxed, almost like he was in his element. It made me wonder what he had planned, and why it was important enough for him to show up at my door unannounced.

Once we were in the car, Matt turned to me, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

I laughed softly, feeling my earlier tension ease a bit. “You’re being really mysterious, you know that?”

He shrugged, grinning. “What can I say? I like keeping you on your toes.”

As he started the car and pulled away from my apartment, I realized that, for the first time in days, I wasn’t thinking about Alex, or Emily, or any of the drama that had been weighing me down. I was looking forward to whatever was coming next. I knew that as long as Matt was by my side, it was going to be something good.

"Can you tell me where you’re taking me?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me as Matt navigated through the streets. I tried to catch a hint in his expression, but he just smirked, his eyes fixed on the road.

“Nope” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “My lips are sealed. You’ll just have to wait it out.”

I sighed dramatically. “Come on, at least give me a clue.”

Matt glanced over at me, his smile widening. “All I’ll say is we’ve got about an hour’s drive ahead of us.”

“An hour?!” I exclaimed, half surprised, half amused. “You’re seriously not going to tell me anything for an entire hour?”

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made my heart flutter. “I promise, it’ll be worth the wait. How about you jump on aux? It'll make the time pass quicker.”

I rolled my eyes playfully but reached for my phone, connecting it to his car’s Bluetooth. “Alright, but you better have good taste in music.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You’ll just have to find out.”

I scrolled through my playlists, trying to decide on the first song. “What about this one?” I asked, selecting Nightcrawler by Travis Scott. 

Matt nodded approvingly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “This is a banger. I love this song.”

I grinned, feeling a bit of pride that he liked my pick. “Okay, your turn. What should I play next?”

“Ivy by Frank Ocean” he suggested, glancing over at me with a smile. “Such a beautiful song.”

“Oh my god I can't put into words how much I love Frank Ocean, the Blond album is an absolute masterpiece.” I say with enthusiasm. 

As Ivy started playing through the speakers. I leaned back in my seat, the melody wrapping around us as the city lights faded into the distance. “This is nice” I said softly, more to myself than to Matt.

“Yeah, it is.” he agreed, his voice equally soft. There was a comfortable silence between us for a moment, the kind that didn’t need to be filled with words.

After a few minutes, I decided to keep the vibe going and queued up The Spins by Mac Miller. As the familiar intro began to play, Matt shot me a glance. “You really do have good taste in music.”

“Right back at you.” I replied, feeling a little more at ease with each passing song. “This one’s a favorite of mine.”

We continued like that for the rest of the drive, going back and forth between our favorite songs. I played Somebody Else by The 1975, fully feeling all the emotions that come with it. There was silence as the song slowly faded out and Double CC’s by City Girls began to play.

“Woah, talk about a switch up.” Matt laughed.

“It’s called emotional whiplash, you keep me on my toes, I keep you on yours.” I laughed as I queued Unavailable by Davido to switch up the vibe yet again.

We fell into another comfortable silence as the song played, the car filled with the soft hum of the engine and the music weaving through the air.

“Do you ever share your playlists with anyone?” Matt asked, breaking the silence as the song faded out.

“Not really,” I admitted. “I guess it feels a bit personal, you know? Like, these are the songs that make up my life’s soundtrack. I’ve a different playlist for every mood so I just like to keep them to myself.”

Matt nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Music’s always been personal to me too. But I’m glad you’re sharing it with me.”

There was something in the way he said it, something that made my heart skip a beat. I glanced over at him, catching his eye for just a moment before looking away, my cheeks flushing slightly.

“Well, it’s only fair since you’re sharing yours too” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

“True” he agreed, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s nice though, it’s like a different way of getting to know someone.”

I nodded, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The rest of the drive continued in that easy rhythm - the music and our voices blending together as the miles passed by. I still had no idea where we were going, but with Matt beside me and the music flowing, it didn’t really matter. It felt like we could drive forever and I’d be content. 

An hour of bonding and laughter passed in what felt like mere minutes, the conversation being so effortless made me barely notice that the car was beginning to slow down. We pulled into an all too familiar parking lot, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the sign painted on the building infront of us.

LA Kings Valley Ice Centre.

"We're going skating?" I asked, my voice filled with a mix of surprise and excitement.

Matt turned to me with a proud smile, clearly pleased with himself. "I was serious when I said I wanted to learn how to spin."

A rush of nostalgia hit me, memories flooding back as I stared at the building. "This is where I used to go to skate school" I said, my voice soft with emotion. I couldn't believe Matt had brought me here, to a place that held so much meaning for me. "I can’t thank you enough for this."

Matt’s grin widened. "I really hope it’s not busy, we have loads of time though they usually close at 10" I added, glancing at the time of 8pm.

Matt’s confident reply caught me off guard. "We don’t have to worry about people being in here right now."

I shot him a confused look. "What makes you so sure?" I asked, genuinely curious.

He leaned in slightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've rented the place for the evening. It'll be just the two of us."

For a moment, I was speechless. The idea of having the entire rink to ourselves was more than I could have ever imagined. Knowing he’d gone out of his way to do this for me. My excitement bubbled over, and I threw my arms around him in a spontaneous hug. "Matt, this is incredible. Thank you so much."

He hugged me back, his arms warm and strong around me. "You’ve been through a lot lately, I just want to see you happy." he said softly, and I pulled back just enough to see the sincerity in his eyes.

We got out of the car and made our way to the entrance. The familiar scent of the ice rink hit me as soon as we stepped inside, bringing back memories of early morning practices and late night sessions where I’d lose myself in the rhythm of my skates. The rink was empty, just as Matt had promised, the ice pristine and waiting for us.

"I can't believe you did this" I said again, still in awe as I looked around the empty rink.

We laced our skates and stepped onto the rink, I fully expected Matt to be like Bambi on ice, wobbly and unsure, maybe even grabbing onto the railing for dear life. But to my surprise, he glided effortlessly beside me, his movements smooth and controlled.

“Wait, you can skate?” I asked, unable to hide the astonishment in my voice.

He smirked, the corners of his lips curving upward in a way that made my heart skip a beat. “I played hockey for years” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

I blinked at him, processing this new piece of information. “Of course you did” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “I should’ve known you’d be good at this.”

He shrugged, that smirk never leaving his face. “I didn’t want to intimidate you. But yeah, I can handle myself on the ice.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Is that so? Let’s see just how good you are then. First one to the other end of the rink wins.”

His eyes lit up with the challenge, a competitive edge flashing in them. “You’re on.” he said, bending his knees slightly, ready to push off.

We lined up at the bottom of the rink, side by side. I glanced over at him, and I couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly he looked on the ice. The way he held himself, confident but relaxed, was so attractive.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice tinged with excitement.

“Always” he shot back, and before I could count down, he took off.

“Ah that’s cheating!” I laughed, quickly following after him.

We raced down the rink, the cold air whipping past our faces. I pushed myself faster, my skates cutting smoothly across the ice. Matt was fast, but I was faster. Years of figure skating training kicking in as I caught up to him. Still, he wasn’t far behind, and the sound of his skates slicing through the ice kept me pushing.

We reached the end almost at the same time, but I managed to pull ahead by just a fraction of a second, touching the wall first. “You thouggght!” I declared, turning around to face him, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.

Matt skated up next to me, shaking his head with a laugh. “I let you win, you know.”

“Oh, sure you did” I teased, poking him playfully in the side. “Admit it, you didn’t think I’d be that fast.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Okay, I’ll admit, you surprised me. But don’t get too cocky, I’m just getting started.”

We stood there, both of us catching our breath, the energy between us electric. It felt like we were the only two people in the world, the quiet buzz of the ice rink amplifying the moment. With that, we started skating side by side, our movements in sync as we circled the rink. It felt surreal to be out here with him, just the two of us on the empty ice, like a scene out of a movie. The cold air brushed against our cheeks, but the warmth between us made it feel like the coziest place in the world.

"Alright, show me that spin" Matt said after a while, a challenge in his voice.

"Okay, but don’t laugh if I fall" I teased, though my heart was already pounding with anticipation.

He nodded, listening intently, and I could see the determination in his eyes. He was focused, but there was also a softness there, an unspoken understanding between us that made my heart flutter. I stepped back a little to give myself space. Taking a deep breath, I pushed off and started to spin. At first, it felt like no time had passed since I last did this. My body remembered the movements, and soon, I was twirling gracefully across the ice. The feeling of spinning, the world blurring around me as I found my center, was exhilarating. When I finally slowed to a stop, I was breathless, not from lack of stamina but from the sheer joy of it.

I turned to Matt, expecting him to be watching with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. But the look on his face took me by surprise. He was staring at me with something that looked almost like awe, his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted.

"That was incredible" he said, his voice soft but full of admiration.

I felt my cheeks flush under his gaze, a warm glow spreading through me. "Thanks" I said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

Matt stepped closer, his hands still holding mine. "Show me again" he said, his voice low and earnest.

"Alright, let’s break it down" I said, skating back over to Matt after my little spin demonstration. He was still standing in the same spot, watching me with a mix of concentration and curiosity. “The key to a two foot spin is balance and control. It’s easier than it looks, I promise.”

He nodded, his expression serious now, fully focused on what I was about to teach him.

“First, we’re going to get into position” I explained, moving beside him. “Bend your knees slightly, and keep your feet shoulder width apart. You want to feel stable on the ice before you start spinning.”

Matt followed my instructions, adjusting his stance until he mirrored mine. I couldn’t help but notice how quickly he caught on, his natural athleticism evident even in something as delicate as figure skating.

“Good” I said, skating around to face him. “Now, when you’re ready, we’ll start by pushing off with one foot and then bringing the other one around. Keep your arms out for balance, and then slowly bring them in as you start to spin. It helps you pick up speed.”

I demonstrated the move again, this time more slowly so he could see each part in action. As I started to spin, I felt the familiar rush of the ice beneath my blades, the force pulling me slightly as I brought my arms in tighter. When I stopped, I looked up to see Matt watching me with an intense focus, like he was trying to memorize every move.

“Got it?” I asked, a little out of breath.

He nodded, taking a deep breath. “I think so. Let me try.”

I skated back a bit to give him space, watching as he took his position. He pushed off with one foot, a little hesitant at first, but then he brought the other foot around, and slowly, he started to spin.

At first, he wobbled slightly, his arms flailing out for balance. I couldn’t help but smile, remembering the countless times I’d done the same thing when I was first learning. But then, he found his center, his movements becoming more fluid. He brought his arms in, just as I had shown him, and he actually managed to complete a couple of full rotations before coming to a stop.

“Hey, not bad!” I cheered, skating over to him. “You’re a natural.”

Matt laughed, looking a little surprised at himself. “I wouldn’t go that far, but it’s not as hard as I thought. It actually feels kind of..freeing.”

“Exactly” I said, smiling at him. “Once you get the hang of it, it’s like you’re floating. The ice becomes an extension of you, and the rest just falls into place.”

He looked at me then, and I could see the admiration in his eyes. “You make it look so easy” he said softly. “It’s like you were born to do this.”

His words sent a warm flush through me. “Thanks” I replied, my voice a little quieter. “I guess it’s just something that’s always felt right to me.”

We stood there for a moment, the air between us charged with something unspoken. The way he was looking at me, like I was the only person in the world, made my heart race. It was like we were in our own little bubble, just the two of us on this vast sheet of ice.

“Wanna try again?” I asked, breaking the silence but not the connection between us.

“Yeah” he said, his voice low and steady. “Let’s do it.”

And so we did, spending the next hour going over the spin, perfecting it together. With each attempt, Matt improved, and with each laugh or smile we shared, I felt us growing closer. The rink, the ice, the entire world outside, it all faded away, leaving just the two of us, spinning together in our own little universe.

After a few more rounds of spins and playfulness, Matt skated over to where I was catching my breath. His expression was curious, almost challenging, as he asked, "So, what's the hardest skating move you've ever done?"

I paused, thinking back to my competitive days when I pushed myself to the limit. There were a few moves that had taken me months to perfect, but one stood out above the rest - the triple Axel.

"Probably the triple Axel." I replied, a bit of nostalgia creeping into my voice. "It’s one of the most difficult jumps in figure skating, where you take off from one foot, do three and a half rotations in the air, and then land on the opposite foot."

Matt’s eyes widened a bit, clearly impressed. “Three and a half rotations? That sounds intense.”

I nodded, feeling a little flutter in my stomach. I hadn’t attempted a triple Axel in a long time. It was a move that required speed, precision, and an immense amount of control. I wasn’t sure if I could still do it, but a part of me was itching to try, especially with Matt watching.

"Do you think you could still pull it off?" he asked, his tone playful but genuinely curious.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. “There’s only one way to find out.”

I skated a bit further down the rink, getting into position. My heart was pounding, not just from the physical demand, but from the challenge I was about to set for myself. I took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of the ice beneath my blades, the cold air against my skin, and the memory of how it felt to soar through the air.

Matt watched intently from a few feet away, his presence both comforting and encouraging. I bent my knees slightly, gathering speed as I glided across the ice. My mind cleared, and all I could think about was the move, the jump, the landing.

As I approached the take off point, I sprang into the air, my body twisting in a haze of motion. The rotations came naturally, muscle memory taking over as I completed the three and a half spins. The ice rushed up to meet me, and for a brief, heart stopping moment, I wondered if I’d land it.

And then, I felt it - my blade slicing into the ice as I landed, a little unsteady but upright, the move complete.

I came to a stop, breathless and exhilarated, a huge grin spreading across my face. I did it. It wasn’t perfect, but I’d somehow managed to land the triple Axel after all this time.

Matt skated over, his expression a mix of awe and excitement. “That was amazing!” he exclaimed, his eyes bright. “You just. Wow.”

I laughed, still buzzing from the adrenaline. “I can’t believe I actually did it. It’s been so long.”

He shook his head, clearly impressed. “You’re incredible, you know that? Watching you on the ice, it’s like you’re in your element. You make it look so easy.”

His words sent a warm flush through me, and I felt a connection between us deepen even further. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long, and sharing this moment with Matt made it all the more special.

"Thanks, Matt," I said softly, meeting his gaze. "It feels good to be back on the ice, and to have someone to share it with."

He smiled, that genuine, heart warming smile that made me melt. Anytime" he replied.

We stood there for a moment, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment, the ice our only witness.

a/n: eeeeeee theyre so cute... just wait until next chapter is all im going to say

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[sunflowerwinds]

realizations | e.w

summary: the campfire causes a tension between you and abby. aquarium day causes you to be honest with how you feel about either girls.

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

word count: 3.7K

contains: mature language, joel supremacy, ellie being the cutest there is, reader again being so indecisive (last time i swear), more inaccurate portrayals of camps but this is MY story :)

a/n: school has been kicking my ass already. i cranked this out for you lovelies <3 i hope all of you enjoy!!!

under the summer starts masterlist

Approaching the circle of kids around the campfire, Jesse was hovering over a few kids to make sure they were a reasonable distance from the flames, Steve and Robin were messily hounding down an extra-large s’more concoction, Abby carefully helping a few kids with the placement of their marshmallows, Ellie strumming away at her guitar singing ‘Black Bird’ and Dina softly humming along with some of her kids was a sight to behold. You even spotted a bunch of the campers with smears of chocolate and melted marshmallows on their cheeks and chins.

You had told Joel that you were going to be taking a ‘nap’ so that he could watch over your kids for a bit. In reality, you had just wanted some secluded alone time with your phone; texting your anxious dads that you were in fact not dead. You had a comfortable thin sweater over your tank top, the neckline slightly hanging off of your shoulder. You made eye contact with a soft singing Ellie and her lips stretched into a small smile.

You couldn’t believe that you were even considering yearning for Ellie for another summer or letting yourself find comfort in Abby.

What snapped you out of it was Abby, waving you over to the space next to her on the log. You send her a small smile at the tall blonde, making your way over. Your tennis shoes crunch under the twigs and fallen leaves as you clasp your hands behind your back.

“Wow, you kept your promise.” You tease as you seat yourself next to her.

Abby chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m very trustworthy.”

“Well, now I know. I’m still holding you for helping me prank Ellie later.” You point a finger at her accusingly.

Abby held one of her fingers in front of her mouth as she glanced around at the campers.

“Don’t mention the ‘p’ word. We don’t want to have another ‘bubbles’ incident.” Abby lightly chuckled.

You wince as you know she was right. As far as you could tell, the campers weren’t even close to thinking about pulling a prank. Well, not close to pulling a prank on you which you could live with. If it was any of the boys, you could definitely live with that.

“Can I ask you something?” Abby whispers.

You try to ignore Ellie’s singing to tune into what Abby is about to say.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You grin kindly.

“I don’t want to make assumptions or read into anything but,” Abby sucked in a deep breath, scratching at the back of her neck. “Is there… anything at all going on between you and Ellie?”

You froze your itching at your sleeve, every muscle in your body becoming tighter.

“Not that I know of,” you joke, trying to recover from how tense you got.

Abby weakly chuckled. “Right, yeah. I don’t know. I just assumed if you guys really aren’t, can I take you somewhere when the kids leave for the weekend to get more clothes? You don’t have to but I don’t know. I feel like you’ve been… hitting on me?”

Was she really doing this right now? You don’t deny the flirting but why didn’t she ask you once you two were alone?

“Can I think about it?” You respond quickly.

Abby noticeably falters at your unsure response but attempts to her disappointment. You swore you saw a slight twitch in her eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course.”

Before you could formulate an apology, Ellie finished up Black Bird and looked around with a sheepish grin as everyone clapped and cheered. Robin and you snapped your fingers as if you were at a poetry slam, cheeky grins on your faces.

“Sing ‘Time In A Bottle’” Dina suggests, glancing over at you.

You agree as that song is so beautiful to you. Dina knew this as did everyone you ever had the opportunity to speak to. Ellie’s eyes, too, pointed at you. She shakes her head playfully as she clears her throat, adjusting the guitar strings a bit.

“Okay everybody, this is the last song of the night then it’s straight to bed.” Joel walked around the large circle, making sure every child heard his words.

There were a few whines of ‘no’ and ‘just a few more songs’ but the stubborn man put his foot down. Ellie told them all that she was going to be playing again in two nights so she’ll play more songs then. They all seemed to agree for the most part. You clasped your hands together, leaning forward on your elbows and resting them on your upper thighs. The nails of your thumbs brushed past your bottom lip as you listened to the soft strum of the acoustic.

Every lyric settled into your chest as Ellie repeatedly made sure your attention was on her. Her eyes were focused on you, only leaving yours for a few seconds at a time through the duration of the gentle song. It was clear that the tune had romantic undertones which had you more than overwhelmed at her intense eye contact. It didn’t help that Abby’s larger shoulder was pressing into your own, the contact not helping with your nerves.

Were they aware that there were kids around?

The night ended with a final strum of her guitar, blinking out of the trance her voice put you in. Everyone clapped and attempted for the second time to convince Joel to let them stay up a bit longer but he wouldn’t budge.

“No, no more whining ev’rybody. Time to hit the hay,” Joel shook his head and motioned for all the campers to stand up.

With shuffles of tennis shoes on the grass and dirt, you, too, stood up on your feet, wiping your sweaty palms on your shorts. You made your way over to Ellie carefully adjusting the strings of the guitar. She glanced up at you for a second, smiling small. You had missed Abby’s longing gaze before following her campers back to their cabin, too distracted by the auburn-haired girl to notice the blonde.

“Hey, did you like the song?” Ellie questioned knowingly.

“Eh, a little pitchy at some parts,” you jokingly critique.

“I never said I was a professional singer,” Ellie was quick to snap back, clearing her throat. “You, uh, excited for tomorrow?”

You nod as you had already forgotten that tomorrow the camp was going on a tour of an aquarium that was about an hour away from camp. You were a bit of a fanatic of the butterfly exhibit and Ellie knew this. She got a photo of you on the Polaroid every year beaming at the fluttering insects.

“I am, yeah.”

You knew you were beaming after your response, clasping your hands behind your back and practically bouncing on the soles of your feet.

“It’s very… fitting, you know?” Ellie added with a small grin on her face.

You furrow your brows at her words.

“What is?” You question.

“You loving the aquarium. It’s very princess-like of you,” Ellie added but she avoided your gaze, feeling ashamed to admit that.

“Wow. Princess-like?” You sarcastically quipped before Ellie started letting out a string of ‘neverminds’.

“Forget I even said anything,” Ellie rushed out, standing up from the log to grab the pail of water that the camp used to put out the fire.

You reached for her arm as she carefully poured the lake water over the logs, dampening them and watching the fire die down slowly. Now only a porch light from a cabin and the beautiful moon lit up your faces. Your fingers lightly grip onto her wrist to tug her towards you.

“I thought it was sweet.” You say seriously, hoping she wouldn’t refrain from cute compliments anymore.

Not to sound like a conceited bitch but you soared through the sky when you got compliments, especially from Ellie.

“Well, I can’t help the truth,” Ellie slyly states.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, watching Ellie kick up the dirt from underneath the grass. Ellie could be cocky, a little irritating but when she got like this, it made you feel like maybe your crush on her is reciprocated.

“You want to partner up tomorrow?” You offer, releasing her wrist and fiddling with your sleeves.

Ellie, finally, turned her neck to look you in your eyes, eyebrows shooting up. Joel usually randomly chose partners but you were going to ask him right after this if he could make an exception just this once.

“Yeah. I’d like that,” her smile widened ever so slightly, one of her hands grasping onto the strap of the guitar.

“Okay, cool,” you let out a smitten chuckle, rocking on your heels.

A couple of crickets chirped in the unseen of the grass, causing you to snap out of your weird behavior.

“I gotta go and put the guitar up in the arts cabin but I’ll see you first thing tomorrow, okay?” Ellie double-checked with you, grinning adorably.

“Bright and early, Els,” you confirmed.

Ellie gave you one last nod before trudging in the distance to the cabin. You let out a breath before practically sprinting off to the complete opposite side of the camp to the main office where Joel usually would be at this time of night, prepping for the next day. You run up the wooden steps to the front door, raising your fist to knock on the screen door.

You hear a muffled ‘come in’, pulling the screen the door open to open the beaten down wooden door. There Joel was sitting at a desk with a pair of thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his strong nose as he scribbled on sheets of paper. He looked up over the rim of the glasses, waiting for you to say something.

“Hi. I’m sorry to bother you right now but I have a question,” you cleared your throat, scratching at your arm.

“Is somethin’ wrong?” He questioned, setting his pencil down.

“No, um, everything is perfectly okay. I just have a favor to ask,” you awkwardly chuckled.

“Okay…” Joel sounded hesitant but urged you to just spit it out.

“If it's not too much trouble, could Ellie and I be paired up tomorrow for the aquarium?” You could feel your face heating up at how middle school this all felt.

Joel raised a brow at you before he picked his pencil back up and pointed the eraser end at where you were standing from across the table.

“Are you and Ellie datin’?”

Your eyes bugged out of your head before you shook your head slowly. What the hell?

“Really?” He pressed once more, seeming to not believe you.

“Yes, really,” you emphasized. Joel just stares at you without moving as you continue your explanation. “We just wanted to partner up and I was hoping you could make an exception. Do we seem like we’re together?”

At this point, Joel had his rough hands up in the air at your reaction to his question. You were, in your defense, becoming very defensive over the initial question.

“Alright, alright. I was just confused is all,” Joel shook his head.

“I just want to make it clear,” you add on before shutting your mouth.

“I know. I’ll… pair your groups up. No goofing around though.”

You nod to assure him even though you knew you and Ellie would be attached to the hip. You quietly thank him before leaving the cabin with one last ‘goodnight’ to Joel.

Hopping off of the suffocatingly humid bus, you took in the entrance of the aquarium with jittery excitement in your veins. You waited by the side of the bus for each of your campers to step down, holding a hand out for those who needed the support.

Once all of your friends and their campers got off the other buses, you had to round up your and Ellie’s group to get all of the all-day tour bracelets. It isn’t as packed as it was last summer but there was still a decent amount of families there to enjoy the experience of the aquatic life.

You wave sadly across the way to Robin and Steve who, to no surprise at all, were partnered up. Steve pretended to cry without your presence and you simply mouthed ‘dramatic’ before they disappeared into a different entrance to the aquarium.

“Okay everyone,” Ellie raised her voice. as she spoke to your mixed group of campers. “A few rules before we go in. One; please do not wander on your own. Two; if you need to use the bathroom, let either of us know and one of us will go with you to make sure you don’t get lost. Three; with the few cameras we were given, do not have the flash on because the animals are sensitive to them and we don’t want to hurt them, right?”

A string of ‘no Miss Ellie’ rang in the air which caused you to bite back a smile. Seeing her be such a natural leader made her weirdly more attractive to you.

“I didn’t think so. Let’s go inside everyone. Single file.”

Ellie’s own satisfied smile spread onto her face as she clapped her hands together before motioning everyone to follow the two of you. You nudged her with your shoulder with a small smile before standing back to walk behind the group to make sure no one wandered off.

As much as you wanted to be paired up, you sort of forgot how much time you weren’t going to spend with each other. It constantly left your mind that you were at a summer camp for children; not someplace to find a girlfriend.

It was interesting regardless of all of the facts about a variety of sea creatures. You felt like an impatient child wanting to get to the tour, fiddling with your camera. You watched as the kids all took turns using the camera to take photos of the stingrays before they fed them.

The excited gasps and squeals of the children made your heart grow tenfold as they dropped the food into the mouths of the stingrays.

“Guys, be careful, okay? Don’t put your hands all the way in, please.” You hurry out, anxiety flooding through your veins at how slightly careless they were being.

You didn’t want to have an incident like last summer when embarrassingly enough, you allowed a small boy to leave your eyeliner and he fell directly into the small pool. Thankfully, he wasn’t injured but his mother was not happy to hear this. You got screamed at by an angry mother when she was told by Joel about the accident. Of course, you took the blame but Steve had been your partner at the time and took the fall for you.

“Can I eat this?” A little girl with big hazel eyes asked you as she held up the stingray's food to you.

“Uh, no, sweetheart. That’s for the stingrays. It wouldn’t be tasty.” You shake your head.

The girl's smile falters as she glances at the food in her hand and then back up at you. She looked uneasy. It didn’t take long before it clicked in your head that she already had eaten a bit of it. You let out a soft sigh, bending down to her height.

“You already ate some, didn’t you?”

Ashamed, she slowly nods her head and avoids your gaze. You weren’t sure what would happen to her but you were assuming and hoping her body would reject it or she would just poop it out.

“Well, if you feel like you’re going to throw up or need to use the bathroom, let me or Miss Ellie know, okay?” You whisper to her, rubbing her back to ease her.

She nods one more time before walking back to the feeding area, giving the rest of the food to the awaiting animals. Ellie makes her way over to you, folding her arms and motioning to the sweet child.

“What happened?”

“She, uh, ate some of the stingray’s food.” You wince at your words.

Ellie’s eyebrows shoot up as she turns her head to stare at you with disbelief. She raises her palm over her mouth to hide her cheeky grin. You roll your eyes as you nudge her shoulder, quietly telling her to ‘shut up’. It had taken everything in you to not laugh initially when the poor girl had told you.

“You better hope we don’t have another insane mom on our hands when she finds out about this,” she teases with a soft grin.

“If you care about me, you’ll take the fall for me like Steve did last year,” you shrug your shoulders, keeping a good eye on the group.

There was a moment of silence that made you turn to Ellie. Her eyes were wide with admiration but she avoided your gaze like the plague when she realized that you were staring right back at her. A blooming fire rose to her pale freckled cheeks as she scratched behind her ear.

“I definitely care about you more than Steve does,” Ellie muttered angrily which caused you to giggle at her, leaning your head on her shoulder.

You were a fool not to notice her immediately tensing when you did so, side-eyeing the slope of your nose and the length of your lashes. Everything in you wanted to stand here forever, listening to the pattern of Ellie’s breathing.

“Is someone jealous?” You playfully tease.

Ellie scoffed before she confidently stated: “Yeah, I’m jealous of a guy who runs around in 3-inch inseam shorts and crop tops.”

“Hey, he’s bringing the 80’s fashion back and flawlessly.” You defend your friend.

Ellie paused for a moment before nodding slowly in agreement. As much as you did love Steve and who he is, you couldn’t even imagine being with him. Maybe if you were to get married when you both turned 40 and neither of you were with anyone but you were 99% sure he and Robin had already solidified that pact.

You could only imagine being with the freckled girl whose shoulder you're resting on. You have imagined it for the past three years. Quite vividly, you might add.

“C’mon. It’s time to move on to the smaller fishes,” Ellie leaned her head to yours, the skin of her cheek pressing up against your temple.

You hold back a disappointed sigh and lift your head from her clothed shoulder. After calling after the children one by one, name after name, everyone walked through a tunnel that was illuminated by a soft blue hue between the crevices of the dark walkway. The cylinder cases of fishes swimming freely amongst the probably fake coral and rocks.

You hear a few gasps as someone points out a clownfish and blue tang swimming amongst one another.

“It’s Marlin, Nemo, and Dory!” Beth exclaimed with a bright smile, pointing at the fish swimming above.

“They aren’t real. It’s from a movie,” Carter snarks, folding his pale arms across his chest.

Vanessa practically snapped her neck to give Carter a dirty look. “Umm, I see them right there.”

You pursed my lips to push back the laughter that was threatening to come out. Girlhood at its finest.

You, too, watched as they swam circles around one another, channeling their excitement for the fish. It didn’t take long before you heard a shutter come from next to you.

You side-eye the freckled girl and immediately tell her ‘no’.

“‘No’ what?” She questions as she is very openly holding up the film camera to you.

You hold back your eye roll before raising your brows at her: “‘No’ means ‘no photos’, Els.”

“But you look pretty,” was her only response back as she snapped another of you appearing rather smiley.

Who were you to blame for your cheeks hurting from the terrifying grin on your face? The girl you swore up and down that you were getting over.

“Just make sure you get my good side,” you give in embarrasingly easy.

“All of your sides are good. You’re the most annoyingly photogenic person I know,” Ellie teases, sounding pissed off but you knew the intent behind her words.

“It is really hard being perfect,” you sigh playfully.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ellie shook her head but didn’t stop with the photo-taking.

While you were having photos being taken non-stop, you thought about how exhilarating having Ellie praise you this way shamelessly. You also believed this was exactly why everyone thought the two of you were dating.

“Alright, enough. Your turn,” you reach for the camera but Ellie pulls back.

“Fuck no,” Ellie says quickly but covered her mouth to look at the children who were staring at the fish in awe.

“Fuck yes,” you repeat.

After a small struggle, you were able to pry the camera from Ellie’s hands to point the lens right at her blue-lit face. She immediately began to put her palms over the camera, pleading for you to not take the photos.

You couldn’t even understand why Ellie hated photos when she, too, was insanely photogenic.

“Let me take one. Please?” You aim the camera away from her face for a moment.

Ellie was clearly hesitant but the second she heard the ‘please’ come from your sweet lips, she knew she couldn’t say ‘no’ to you. She would do anything for that ‘please’.

“One.” She reaffirmed her statement, holding up her pointer finger.

“Just one. Maybe two,” you rushed out that last part of the sentence before aiming the lens at her.

Before Ellie could protest, you took a photo of the pretty freckled girl pointing at the fishes. Her jaw was tilted ever so slightly and her smile was small but she was a perfect vision. You needed this sight stamped permanently into your brain.

You knew you were telling Abby that you couldn’t go out with her. You were kidding yourself with Abby. She was more of a friend and you knew that now more than ever.

The only problem now was when the hell were you going to get the guts to tell her?

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[angelsheartts]

hiii idk if requests are open so either have this as a silly little thought or a request <33

lucifer and (ideally gn/male) reader have been flirting for a little while and then one day lucifer finally asks reader out, but they reject him

he’s super confused thinking he may have misunderstood their whole dynamic until he overhears reader telling someone at the hotel the reason he rejected lucifer is because reader feels like lucifer would never be able to love them as much as he loved lilith/doesnt want lucifer to use them as a rebound

overall i was hoping for hurt/comfort but whatever rows your boat, love your stories and i hope to see more of them in the future !! have an amazing day <3

.° ༘ THE OTHER WOMAN ᝰ.ᐟ .

#pairing: lucifer, x gn reader.

#cw: angst, fear of being the second choice, lucifers backstory with lilith, starting something new, accepting that relationships come to an end, happy ending 'cause im not that mean hehe (at least not yet).

#note: I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM, i haven’t wrote any angst in my blog BUUUT i love it, this request is mwuah.

everyone at the hazbin hotel knew that lucifer had been courting you for the past few months, everyone except you.

or, well, that’s what the sinners at the hotel thought, at least. you obviously knew that the king of hell had been flirting with you, and at the beginning, you almost fell head over heels for him, until indecisive thoughts started to fill your head.

"was he REALLY flirting with you?", "why would he still be wearing his WEDDING ring if he had been flirting with you?", "will he ever LOVE you like he loved lilith?", "will his daughter even ACCEPT your relationship?"

as soon as those thoughts started appearing, you started distancing yourself from the fallen angel, sadly for lucifer he had already started to get the courage to officially ask you out on a date.

the king of hell wasn’t an idiot; he noticed how you started to make up excuses to not talk to him alone or how you weren’t really responding to his flirting anymore, but decided to be stubborn and brush those thoughts off.

-

as soon as you received a text from lucifer saying he would pick you up around eight, you knew he was planning something, and as soon as you saw him all dressed up, nicely done hair and his prideful smile showing on his face, you knew what was coming, but who were you to not appreciate his efforts? if you knew that it was going to end someday, why wouldn’t you enjoy the moment? yes, you were being a fool for accepting his offer, but having a tiny crush on him wouldn’t hurt you, right?

after having a nice and really luxurious meal at a restaurant in hell, lucifer guided you to an actually peaceful spot where you could see all of the pride ring. ironic. who would even think that hell has a peaceful place, one where you should feel relieved, but why weren’t you feeling that way? was it because you knew what was to come?

"(name), is everything alright?" lucifer interrupted your thoughts with his angelic voice, or could you say demonic? at the end of the day, he was still an angel, just a fallen one. "mmh? yeah, i was just..lost in my thoughts i guess" you answered, admiring his glowing red eyes shining in the dark. "oh, okay" he said, letting a nervous laugh come out. "i think there is something i need to tell you, (name)" lucifer said, this time his voice had a serious tone. "i thought that after lilith I couldn’t get to love again, but heavens was i wrong. i had the chance to get to know you this past months, and…you've changed my life in that short time." he started, giving a sincere smile "would you want to be my partner?" he asked, fidgeting with his fingers as you stared at him.

oh, well, that question made you nauseous. "i-, i don’t think i want that, lucifer" ouch, that hurt his pride."I think it’s time for me to go, i’m sorry" you said in a quiet tone, standing up and leaving him there, and as much as you didn’t wanted to look back, you did, but the only thing you could see was lucifer in the same position as when you stood, this time though, he was hugging his knees staring at the view you both were looking at just a few minutes ago.

-

since his confession about his feelings towards you, he hasn’t been in the hotel, and the cast started to suspect that it has to do with the date you had with him. charlie was the most preoccupied, since she had been the one to encourage his dad to finally ask you out. she tried texting his dad to ask him about your response, but the king of hell just responded with a "it didn’t go as planned, but don’t worry about it, char-char."

after that text charlie obviously knew that his father was feeling bad about whatever happened that night, and would isolate himself from the others, so for her attempts to not let that happened she kind of tricked you into visiting him, she asked you about the date, and since you kind of lied to her by telling her that the date went as normal as a date should go, she then answered by saying something along the lines of "if that’s so, would you mind reminding him that he needs to come to the hotel?"

you could write lucifer a text message telling him to come to the hotel, but since you literally ran away that night, you forgot that your cellphone was laying somewhere near to where you both were sitting, so yeah, you did in fact lost it.

-

going to his mansion was a really weird feeling, what can you even say after rejecting someone? would he even open the door? as you were lost in your thoughts again, you heard the front door open, and as you made your way into his house it wasn’t really hard to find his bedroom.

as you knocked before opening the door, the first thing you noticed was how lucifer had his bedsheet covering him, it made you smile since you noticed how charlie did that too, so you could guess she got that from her father.

there was a silence as you both stared at eachother, until lucifer decided to interrupt the silence. "i-, i-i’m sorry about what happened, i think i might had misunderstood our relationship" he confessed, his messy hair and dark eye bags made you worried "it’s okay lucifer, and about that night..there is still something i haven’t told you about my answer" you declared, making him look at you with such hopeful eyes, oh hell, how can such a prideful fallen angel have so much faith in what you were going to say. "i said I didn’t want to take it further, since i still believe your heart belongs to lilith, and because of that i thought that rejecting you would be the best option." he opened his eyes at the mention of his past lover. "but, me and lilith haven’t been dating since seven years, (name) what me and her had is long gone" he reassured you, while signaling you to sit on his bed, the king bed who looked so comfy yet so empty. "lilith still is an important person in my heart, she has been with me since beginning of humanity and is the mother of my daughter, but the persons who’s my heart belongs now is you, my love" after hearing those words you could feel your eyes fill with tears, of course lilith was gonna be an important person in his life, but why would that stopped you from being in his heart as well, were you being selfish all this time? wanting to be the only person who’s important to him?

"and, this time i haven’t been at the hotel, i thought about why you said no, and i think i may have noticed something" he said, getting out of his bedsheets and caressing your face, you could feel your face burn at his touch, yeah, you really have missed him, "you were always staring at my wedding ring, weren’t you?" he asked looking at you with a glum face, yes, you do recall looking at his wedding ring while he looked at you with loving eyes, the ring that made you doubt so much about his feelings towards you, "i was a fool for wearing my ring while flirting with you, and if my ring has made you have those doubts about our relationship, you should know that i had decided to take it off" after hearing those words, you noticed that he was right, you haven’t noticed until now, you didn’t feel that cold ring against your face. "and if you still willing to try, i’m sure that soon enough i will be using a ring who will be showing who my heart really belongs to"

"that’s so cheesy" you answered chuckling, you tried to jokingly ignore the fact that he just said he would propose you, because if you took it serious you were sure that your face would be as red as the famous apple, actually, you were sure that if he offered you the 'fruit' you would have accepted, wait, were you even thinking about a fruit? but anyways your angel needed reassurance from you, that in fact, you liked his cheesy words. "yes, i still want to have you in my afterlife, lucifer" "well, if that’s my future’s wife/husband wish, then, who am i to object?" the fallen angel winked at you before starting to teasingly kiss your whole face, the moment he started doing this, you noticed something you didn’t thought you could, you felt like his first option, not just a rebound.

and yes , it will be a long journey until he really overcomes his past relationship with lilith, but since he's willing to do as much for you as you would do for him, you both will soon overcome your fears of past experiences.

[zombholic]

I needddd more modern Abby relationship au

[your wish is my command, kinda like twisted it up so like … 😔🙌🏽]

MODERN AU — abby anderson

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• she would definitely really be into gaming when she has free time, a couple of posters and figurines of her favorite video game characters.

• abby met you in high school but yall never spoke because of two completely different social status’, abby was the captain on her ice hockey team and you only hung out with 3 people, you were social but just never liked anyone.

• you would definitely visit the ice skating rink while there was practice whenever it was scorching hot day, it was always cool there.

• abby would notice you from time to time but mind you she was straight in high school, she thought it was normal to imagine making out with girls.

• abby thought it was completely normal staring at you in your tight shorts that were so close to being dress coded was normal, nothing else … right?

• college rolled around and you both attended the same university, she was focused on getting her degree in civil engineering ( @atomicami ) while you were there more for the college experience always switching majors because you’re very indecisive.

• you would constantly see that girl at every party you went to, she was definitely very popular while you stayed keeping to yourself and your 3 friends.

• at one party you got a little too rowdy since it was a halloween party and the music was just feeling too good not to feel cocky for once (escapism was def playing.)

• you had your drink in one hand dancing around, finally feeling yourself for once until your turned around too quickly causing you to crash into that blonde who was built like a fucking brick wall you drink falling on the both of you.

“What the fuck!” She shouted through the loud music booming throughout the house “I’m so sorry! let me help you!” You grabbed her hand and lead her to the bathroom where the music faded in the background when the door shut.

You grabbed the hand towel that was hanging by the mirror and quickly started pat her dry “I’m so sorry dude, i’ll buy you a new costume.” She couldn’t keep her eyes off of you for some reason.

“No, it’s fine. Hey didn’t we go to high school together?” She sparked up a conversation, you nodded to her response “Yeah, it’s like I saw you all the time but we never talked.” You giggled while she had a small smile creeping on her face.

• after that day she asked for you number and you guys talked to each other 24/7 she basically became your best friend.

• you two would hangout at her apartment all the time playing Minecraft together, you would give her Minecraft flowers while she was there tryna survive.

• the relationship between you two was always so flirty and touchy, you hated when anyone would touch you or even show you affection but when it was Abby you swore you melted every time.

• whenever you two went anywhere together that had a lot of people she kept her arm wrapped around your waist securely, didn’t want your little ass running off.

• one day at her apartment it was in the middle of the night and you guys had the zoomies, running around the apartment and play fighting.

“Your punches feel like pebbles being thrown at me.” Abby teased before grabbing your wrists with one hand and twisting them behind your back.

“Abby that fucking hurts you slut!” You and Abby always have been rough with each other ever since you became friends, don’t know why though?

“Slut? Did you call me a slut you weirdo.” She hollered as she threw you over her shoulder and slapped your ass so hard you almost cried but the wetness in your panties said something else. “You slap too fucking hard can you don’t you fucking buffalo built bitch.” You returned the favor and slapped her ass back.

Abby sat you down on the kitchen counter as she stood between your legs “You’re so annoying.” She teased with a stupid cocky grin that you wanted to kiss slap off her face, you rolled your eyes at her.

“What’re you doing for Valentine’s day?” You tilted your head looking up at her through your lashes, god every time you looked at her like that her stomach twisted in so many ways. “Why? tryna ask me out?” You pushed her shoulder playfully you tried to hide the little smile that was forming on your face.

“You’re gross no, I wanted to know so we can make each other baskets.” You and Abby had started this cute tradition with each other whenever a special holiday came around rather it be halloween, birthday or valentines day or even if one of you guys were feeling yall would make comfort baskets for each other.

“I wish we could hang that day but I gotta date.” You felt your whole body tense up, sitting up straight you swallowed thickly “With who? you’re like supposed to tell me everything.” You farrowed your brows, crossing your arms over your chest.

• she went on a fucking date with nora, your felt your heart ache so painfully when you saw her insta story with her and nora kissing with the caption “prettiest first date 💟”

• lets say you started avoiding her like the plague, you basically went no contact with her, didn’t block her you just muted her on everything.

• abby was genuinely so heartbroken that her best friend was avoiding her, every since valentines day she just couldn’t seem to ever see you again. even on days where she would usually see you in your spot you weren’t there, like you vanished off the face of the earth.

• god she blowed up your phone like crazy it physically pained you to avoid her but you refused to be the best friend who has feelings while shes in a relationship, you couldn’t do that to her.

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authors note — god forbid i make a happy fucking story 😔🙌🏽

[misahyochaeng]

“LUST.”

Dom!Chaeyoung x Sub!Reader 🔞

tw: dom!chaeyoung, sub!reader, fwb, play flirting, praise, degradation, dry humping, fingering, pussy eating, chaeng is a munch…, overstimulation, fluff at the start, chaeng receives at one point, cum tasting, cannabis mention (it’s literally for one second idk why i’m giving a tw) NOT PROOFREAD!! :3

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“How long till you get here”

Chaeyoungs voice croaked rather impatiently through your phone speaker, one of your hands on the steering wheel while the other hand held your cellphone steady.

“I’ll be there in five, be patient, hun.” You stated as you took the curve, the fingers on the steering wheel tapping in a short rhythm as you drove around the block.

—

You got to her apartment, knocking on her door, she was quick to answer.

“Hey,” she replied a bit shyly as she pulled you in for an embrace, arms snaking around your waist to slightly pinch and caress the skin.

Chaeyoung nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting out a sigh as if all her worries were gone just by your mere warmth. “I missed you, Y/N.”

“I missed you too, Chaeng” You let out a soft smile, Chaeyoung nodded. “Come,”

She pulled you into her apartment by your wrist, taking you to her room, it was cozy, multiple lamps setting the ambience while snacks and stuffed animals laid out in arrange, the scent of a musky vanilla perfume evident in the air to cover up the harsh smell of cannabis in her room. You grew used to it—it reminded you of her.

You crashed onto the pile of stuffed animals on her bed, the snack bags crickling as you moved the bed, you missed this, you missed being with her.

Chaeyoung giggled at the sight of you face planted on all her plushies, some of them gifts you gave her. “Cute.” She scooted over next to your planked body, rubbing your back before pinching your sides in a teasing manner.

She turned on the TV as you stood up, you sat close to her, enjoying the body heat she admitted, maybe you were cold, our maybe you just wanted an excuse to touch her; you laid your head on her shoulder as she scrolled through the movie genres, a bit indecisive on what to choose.

After a rather long—and annoying— banter, you both settled on watching Mean Girls, it was old, but you both liked it enough to sit through the entire thing.

As the movie went on, you mostly talked, you hadn’t seen eachother for a while and even though the movie was interesting, you both could never shut up, so you guys went on and on about all the new things in eachothers life.

“There’s hasn’t been any thing interesting going on with me,” Chaeyoung mumbled as she spoke to you, a snickers bar in her mouth. “I really wanted to participate in this exhibition we had at my college though, but i was low on funds so they put me to babysit my cousins for a week.” A little downwards smile toyed at her lips.

“Really? How did that go? You always told me you were bad with kids.” You teased, pinching her arm that was touching you as you sat shoulder to shoulder, using that as a chance to sneak inbetween and lock arms with her. “Pshh, easy as hell, dude, I even had them asleep by 8pm sharp”

You fake gasped, your voice laced with sarcasm, “Oh woww, responsible lady, how attractive.” You put your hand on your cheek, faking a blush. “Now i’m wishing you were the mother to my children.”

“Oh, baby, i could be” Chaeyoung leaned close to your ear, her voice a bit husky as she teased back, her warm breath against your ear causing your body to flush ever so slightly. “Yeah? I mean if we try hard enough, it’s not impossible.” you joked, she slapped your thigh as she let out a giggle “Dumbass, bro, dumbass.”

As you both finally caught up, you sat in silence watching the movie, your body practically smushed against Chaeyoung as she had her hand on your thigh, you got to your favorite scene in the movie — the one where Regina gets hit by the bus, you both had a little inside joke were somehow you perfectly timed your joke with the crash and i’d somehow made the scene ten times funnier.— Chaeyoung smiled rather enthusiastically before turning to you. “This scene is always so interesting, considering the like ‘situation’ we had.” She smirked.

You nodded, “Yeah, but you wanna know what’s more interesting?” Chaeyoung tilted her head in question. “Your beautiful face, sweetheart, i could stare at it for hours.” you blew a kiss at her and she snorted, though you noticed a pink hue on her cheeks, cute.

“Oh shush, baby, we all know you’re the pretty one here.” She pinched your cheek before running her thumb over your bottom lip, her gaze staying on it for a little longer than usual. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Shut up..” Your cheeks grew evidently red, Chaeyoung had a large grin or her face knowing she was pushing your buttons. “Ohh? Is someone blushing i see? Cutieee” You smacked her hand out of your face as you pouted. “Brooo, fuck off.” You rolled your eyes as she chuckled, landing a soft peck on your cheek. “Is that better? Do you forgive me now?”

You hummed for a second, “Maybe i need another one, maybeee a little more convincing, yknow those lips are so pretty i can’t help myself.” You teased again as you puckered your lips towards her, a loud laugh coming from the both of you. “You find my lips pretty?” She pointed at them with a smile.

You got closer as you nodded, “Yeah, but they’d be prettier if i felt them against mine, kissing you.”

There was a silence; the movie stopped playing.

Chaeyoung gulped before looking into your eyes with a completely different look than before “Do you want to?”

The silent and tense atmosphere in the room was thick.

You sighed out of nervousness. “Maybe.” You played it off, trying to not make it obvious that your heart might just be beating out of your chest.

You both sat there, waiting for someone to make a woke, that was when she pulled you onto her lap, hand on your cheek as she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours, a small hum in pleasure leaving her lips. You kissed back, hands roaming her shoulders and neck as your kisses speeded up little by little, the need growing more and more. “You taste so good” Chaeyoung mumbled against you as she ran her hand up and down your back and sides, going up your shirt.

You grinded on her lazily, she bit your bottom lip as you rubbed yourself on her lap, the heat in your pussy growing further. “Fuck—Chaeng.” You whined. “Yeah pretty girl, you like this?” Her breath hitched, the sight infront of her could simply make her cum untouched; she bit her lip out of lust as she pressed you down harder, letting you dry hump on her lap.

She guided your pace with her hands by your hips, her lips curled into a smirk as she looked at all the pretty faces you made, pressing you down a little harder whenever she wanted a certain noise to be louder, you grew impatient, needing more than just clothed friction. “Baby, please” You whined and you moved your hips endlessly, the sound of clothes shifting and the bed creaking echoed through the loft. “What do you need?” Chaeyoung replied breathlessly before latching onto your neck with a small whine, her spit coating your skin as she left dark purple bruises from the corner of your neck down to your collarbone. “Tell me.”

You bucked your hips, a gasp escaping your mouth as she shifted you, pressing you down on her thigh “Fuck—touch me, baby, please.” She giggled quietly, her hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your center. “Here, love?” Her middle and ring finger ran up and down your slight in figure-eights, the pace of her fingers was painfully slow—too slow, you needed more. “Please, inside..”

“You’re so cute.” She slid off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your bare underwear before she practically ripped those off too, she grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look at her as she slowly began inserting her fingers inside your wet cunt.

Your mouth opened in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed as your grip on her grew tighter, a shaky whine leaving your lips, you closed your eyes. “Oh you poor thing, you’re so wet.” Chaeyoung faked pity, a small pout as she saw the state you were in, “Only for you, baby.” you said inbetween moans, your humping matching the pace of her fingers inside you, earning more stimulation. “Good girl.”

You let out a loud moan at the sudden praise, muffling your noises in the crook of her neck. Your walls clenched around the length of her fingers, she was knuckle deep inside you and your pussy slick dripped down to her front of her hand, palm rubbing against your clit.

“You close, baby? such a good fucking girl for me, right?” She ran her fingers through your hair as she kept the pace she was at, curling her fingers to hit even deeper than she already was before. You nodded, pussy swallowing her fingers whole as you moved your hips at the new pace she set, “Cum for me.” Chaeyoung said inbetween gritted teeth, her thrusts more aggressive than before, your back arching as you threw your head back, losing the shame and moaning loudly.

You went limp on her body as she pulled you up, “Come here.” she grabbed you by the neck, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, aggressive breaths and guttural moans leaving her mouth as you exchange saliva, teeth clashing before she nipped at your bottom lip. Her hands traced down again, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, you moaned into her mouth.

With a swift motion, she layed on you on your back, body crashing into the load on pillows and plushies behind you, she crawled on top, kisses going from your lips, to your cheeks, to your jaw, and finally latching onto your neck. A loud whimper escaped your lips as she pressed her lips to the curve where your jaw met your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your breath hitched “There, right there, baby—fuck.” She bit down and sucked “There?” you tilted your head to give her more access “Mhm—shit, don’t fucking stop!”

She pulled off, a whine in protest leaving your lips, she began kissing down your body, from your neck to your collarbone, paying attention to your tits for a couple minutes before going to your waistband, stopping right below your pussy. “Can i?” Your legs were now rest on her shoulders, her beady eyes—so cute yet so filled with need and lust— looking up at you. “Please,” your voice cracked ever so slightly. She giggled.

She licked your slit at a speed that left you impatient, her eyes rolled back at the taste of your cunt, she hummed. You whined as you pushed her head into your center, she hissed, “Greedy, bitch” she spit on your pussy, two times to be exact, her warm spit dripped down your pussy, mixing with your slit. She dipped back in.

You ran her fingers through her jet black hair as your hips moved against her tongue, clit brushing her nose as she slurped and licked, vile noises leaving her lips. “Taste so fucking good, baby” you screamed her nap, she spit on your pussy again. Her tongue went from your clit, down to your slit, tongue going into your pussy to go back to pay attention to your clit again.

She slapped your thigh as inched you closer, using her nose at the same time, she ate you out as if you were her last meal, groans leaving her mouth at every taste of you, you were addicting and she couldn’t get enough.

She slapped your thigh, you yelped as she fucked you endlessly, “Baby, please don’t stop.” your eyebrows furrowed as you locked eyes with her, the sight making your pussy clench and grow even wetter, your slick dripping down her chin, coating her face. “You’re such a good girl, baby. My good girl, right?” she stuck her tongue on and licked you up, her heavy breaths making the scene even lewder “Your good girl, baby, only yours.” She spit again, your back arched and you jolted, throwing your head back, “Please!”

“Yeah? please what, slut.” she spit again, lapping you up aggressively before she landed a harsh slap on your pussy. “Cum—cum! Let me cum please!” you moaned with a guttural groan, voice cracking as it became hoarse, begging like your life depended on it, you needed release.

“Cum for me, whore.” she went deeper and rougher than before, your vision blurred as your eyes watered, coming undone for her, your body jolted; her tongue lapping up over and over as she tasted your sweet and tangy come, eyes rolling back and a heavy groan in pleasure leaving her mouth once she got to taste it.

“Gosh.”

She didn’t let you catch your breath, she dipped back in, sucking even harder than before, the tip of her nose practically in your pussy, nose bridge going up and down on your clit, she breathed heavily as she pulled you close. “Baby, i can’t- too much.” your legs—that were wrapped around her nape— began shaking uncontrollably, hands going to grip her black colored bedsheets “Yeah? too much, baby? Take it. Take it like the good fucking girl you are.” She stuck her tongue in deeper, tasting your juices as you finally came again.

And she dipped in again..

And again…

And again….

She pulled apart from your swollen cunt, a string of spit and slick attached from her lip to your pussy, her lips were a glistening in pussy; tinted from the amount of sucking she was doing.

She locked eyes with you, a kind of look that had need, a physical need, she wanted every single last bit of you, yet you were all worn out. You sat up, pouting your lips for a kiss, which was happily reciprocated.

She giggled against your lips, her hands slowly caressing your sides as you discreetly began laying her down on her back, your body resting on top of her now.

You kissed down her body, lifting her shirt up and kissing her abdomen, the muscles flexing at every sloppy kiss you left on her abs. “Good girl, baby.” Chaeyoung replied, her voice croaking with a husky tone. You kissed the waistband of her boxers, which had a soaking wet patch right in her center, her pussy aroused just by your moans. You kissed her through the fabric before taking the boxers off with your teeth.

“Eat it, baby, eat my pussy like the good girl you are.” she said with despair before you dipped in, lazily lapping her up, eyes closed as you played with the flesh on her thigh, her voice high pitched as she moaned and praised you non stop. Her moans were a symphony to you, your jaw sore as you lapped her up fast, “Needy fucking bitch.” she moaned as she humped your face, pushing your face towards her pussy, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

You stuck your fingers inside her pussy as you ate her out, humming in delight as you fucked her nonstop, she pulled your hair as she arched her back, cunt clenching on your fingers. “Close, baby, gonna cum on your tongue, whore. Take my fucking cum, bitch”

With a scream she came undone on your tongue, pulling you up to kiss you and taste herself on your lips.

“Gosh i can’t get enough of you.”

[spiceseal]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟚

October 3. Prompt: Handjob Modern Au!Sanji x Gender Neutral!Reader

Pronouns: You/yours

Credit for the Prompt. Kinktober 2024 @absurdthirst Ivy's Mashup List 2024 Word Count: 1738 Includes: Modern Au/ College Au/ Domestic Au?? Sanji is not a virgin but It's his first real relationship so the reader makes him nervous. Kissing and touching. handjob,, Sanji is flustered and a Dominant Reader. They live together. Reader takes a break from mid-term studying to take care of him. food was mentioned briefly but not much. some cursing and begging. Sanji is a little desperate. One pet name (babe), I think. They do mess around in the kitchen,, I know he would never but its okayyyy. Notes: AAAHHH my first One Piece fic,, I did my best,, SORRY ITS SO LONG!!! no beta!!! I feel like this is messy but I'm getting back into the swing of fanfics again

Sanji’s knuckle wrapped on the door to your shared room. He still couldn’t believe you two actually shared a space together. It made his heart race a bit each time if he thought about it too much. Really, if he thought about you too, he was wayyyy too excited. Sanji had never had a relationship long-term relationship. Dating you made him nervous. Sure, he had sexual experiences. But dating you seriously made him feel like he was inexperienced in every department. The hold you have over that man made him melt.

“It’s unlocked,” Your voice called out from inside the room. You sounded busy but not dismissive. Sanji turned the handle before pushing the door open. Sanji’s eyes landed on your back. He glanced and saw you were working on your laptop. He knew midterms were next week for you. But he couldn’t help but want your attention. He admired the way the lamp on the desk illuminated your skin. Sanji swallowed his jitters and put on his calm and suave personality…. or at least he tried to.

“You need a break? I’m happy to make something to eat.” Sanji offered as he came up behind you. His hands rested on your shoulders. He felt the way your body was so tense from being hunched over your desk and laptop. A deep sigh, your shoulders slouched. 

“Yeah, but I can go with you. It’s been a while since I stretched.” You said tiredly. Sanji stepped back to give you space while you stood up and stretched with a yawn. As your yawn caused you to tear up, Sanji’s eyes trailed down your figure as you stretched. The lower half of your shirt slid up and exposed a bit of your midriff. Sanji cleared his throat and tried to not stare blatantly despite being your boyfriend. He always liked stare but he made the effort to be more respectful since you two lived together. Not that you minded his staring anyway. 

Your arms dropped after the stretch. Sanji let you go ahead of him. In passing, your hand grazed against his as the two of you walked towards the kitchen. Sanji kept glancing at you as you walked. The short but soft touch in passing. The way you walked, the way your hair moved as you did. The way your hips moved slightly from side to side as you walked. Sanji felt a heat creep up his back. 

‘No! No! Calm down. Now is not the time to act desperate.’ Sanji thought to himself and gave his head a little shake as if that would make his thoughts go away. He quickly stepped around you to make it into the kitchen before. He rolled his sleeves as he glanced back at you. 

“What did you want to eat, Y/N? I’ll make you anything you’d like.” Sanji grinned softly at you while washing his hands.

With a small tired yawn, you walked over to the fridge. While opening you, your sight stayed on Sanji. Poor baby, you could practically see the nervousness and anticipation in his body language. You suppressed a chuckle in amusement at the subtle expression of Sanji’s eagerness.  You tilted your head to look into the fridge. There were some leftovers and other things in there.

Sanji stared at you and his eyes stayed on your pursed lips. A habit you had when you were thinking or indecisive. It always felt like a taunt for him to kiss you. Of course, he knew it wasn’t. But if he wasn’t so damn nervous around you, he would’ve taken the chance to even give you a small peck on the lips. Sanji wanted to see if you were as cute and flustered as he imagined. If only he dared to do so. Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. 

“Don’t do anything too crazy. I can finish the rest of my Chinese takeout.” Sanji wanted to cook for you but if you wanted to eat leftovers from yesterday, he wouldn’t deny you. Sanji nodded and moved closer to grab the takeout containers from the fridge. When he stepped and leaned closer to you, you placed a kiss on the corner of his lips. 

“A-ah.” Sanji widened his eyes a bit and all his calm washed away. His cheeks reddened a bit before bit his bottom lip to not burst out smiling. “Don’t tease me like that, Y/N” Sanji grabbed the containers and set them on the counter. But his mind had started to start spiral. 

‘Would it be selfish to ask for another kiss?’

Sanji thought to himself as he tried to not glance back at you. His ears caught the sound of the fridge closing and your small laugh. Damn it, you read him like an open book. His hands were a little shaky as his nerves caught up to him. His breath hitched a bit as your hands snaked around his torso from behind. Your warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. Sanji’s face was starting to get flushed. “Y/N?” 

You spoke softly near his ear. “I guess I’ve been neglecting you this week cause of midterms, huh?” Your hand switched from his torso to be over his hand. You guided his hand to set the food back on the countertop. Sanji glanced back at you before turning around to you. You had him cornered against the counter. Sanji’s eyes stared at your face before looking away. His hand hesitated to rest on your hip. The way his face was red from his blushing. It looked like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“Do you need a breather, San-“ “No.” 

Sanji answered quickly, probably faster than he would have wanted but he didn’t want to lose your attention or the heat of the moment. You chuckled a bit before nodding reassuringly. You leaned in and kissed him in an attempt to ease him out of his nervousness. But you were met with a kiss that felt needy on his part. 

There the two of you were, in your kitchen, making out. Sanji’s hand gradually gripped at your hip tight and then loosely before tightening again. He was profusely blushing and his breathing got more labored before he pulled away reluctantly. With a short pant, Sanji grunted a bit. His lips opened to speak before he closed them, his gaze lowered as if he was embarrassed. You raised a brow before glancing where his gaze fell. Your eyes landed on the tent in his pants. It was endearing how fast he got turned on from being somewhat intimate with you. It always made him feel insecure but you loved it. You loved that his body reacted you to openly. It just showed his attraction to you and in turn, it made you want him more. 

“No worries, Sanji,” You said softly before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His jeans slightly lowered and you didnt hesitate to slip your hand beneath the waistband of his brief. Sanji furrowed his brows and his breathing hitched as your hand touched him. 

“F-fuck,” Sanji stuttered out. His hips jutted towards your hand. Sanji’s hands moved a bit frantic to lower his briefs to his mid-thigh. It was embarrassing to be standing in the kitchen. But the way your hand wrapped around his length and stroked him off made him want to melt into a puddle. Sanji panted as he felt hotter from how close you were to him. His heart was pounding but he loved the way you touched him. Your index finger rubbed his tip, rubbing in the precum on himself. You hummed in satisfaction when Sanji moaned shakily by your ear. He leaned his head down against your shoulder, his hips weakly thrusting against your hand and hand gripping at your shirt. His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes had a hazy look to them, clouded by his pleasure and his cock was throbbing with need. 

You listened to the sounds of his heavy breathing and small whimpers. Your name was being mumbled out and moaned like a endless prayer from his lips. Your eyes switched between watching Sanji’s needy expression and down at how desperately he was trying to fuck your hand. You were almost tempted to drop to your knees and let him fuck your mouth instead but the way he was holding onto you and leaning against you for support made you stay still. His head against your shoulder, blond hair messily tossled against your shirt, his flustered sounds were music to your ears. You could feel your own arousal building up as he completely let himself go. 

“Y-Y/n. Fuck, oh god,, P-please... Let me cum. I wanna cum for you.” Sanji begged you breathlessly. Sanji opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at you. His lips stated parted as he leaned even closer. You nipped at his bottom lips before nodding at him. You kissed him once again. This time, you slipped your tongue into it. He breathed in sharply and kissed you back desperately as if you ever the very oxygen he breathed. Your hand gave him a small light squeeze around his member before you started pumping your hand faster with no warning beforehand. His hips jerked a bit and his back arched. Each moan you drew him was so much hotter than the last. He started to cum, Sanji urgently grabbed your hand to hold it still while he (pathetically) humped your hand. His cum smeared into your palm and between your fingers. You watched him as he came to a halt. His dick was twitching and dripping his mess onto the floor. Sanji panted heavily and he rested his forehead against your shoulder again. 

“...I’m not gonna clean that for you, babe. Sorry.” You said to him as you used your free hand to rub his back. Sanji laughed breathlessly before nodding, He kissed the side of your neck and hummed in acknowledgement. He felt embarrassed to have made mess of your hand and the kitchen floor. But that’s okay. Sanji looked at you shly and he mumbled, “No worries, but uh… Can I make you cum now before you go back to studying? 

You saw that hopeful but shy smile on his face. You chuckled and forgot about wanting to eat something and your study guide could wait a little longer. 

[yelenasdiary]

Take One

Pairing: Florence Pugh X Fem! Reader.

Summary: One scene is all it took to multiply the feelings Florence has for you. 

Word count: 1.1K

Warnings: none

Type: Fluff 

AC: Scene’s marked with ** & I’m going to switch this one up and give it from Flo’s POV! Enjoy *This is a request from my old blog!*

Flo’s POV:

My job is great! I love it! I have worked on so many great movies and shows and worked with some amazing cast and crew but this new film is special, I’m co-stared with my best friend, Y/n. The moment we knew we were both casted for this film we laughed at the idea of playing a couple. We’re best friends, so it was definitely going to be a blast filming with her. 

** Nora (Y/n’s character) sits typing on laptop. Notices Ruby indecisive on the menu.

N: You should try the chef’s special

-Ruby turns to Nora and smiles softly-

R: I’m sorry?

N: You’ve been standing there for 10 minutes Uhmming and arrrin on what to order

-Nora looks up from laptop-

R: I’ll give it a shot -chuckles- your accent, what is it? 

N: -looks Ruby up and down, smirks- do you always ask strangers such questions?

R: -shakes head slightly- just those who are pretty

N: -smiles then gestures ruby a seat- would you like to take a seat?

R: -bites bottom lip lightly, shaking her head- nope, but thanks. -smiles and continues to order-

**

“Cut! That was perfect, thank you!” the director calls as you smile to Florence. “Okay that was slightly harder than I thought” Y/n spoke trying to keep the Romanian accent that her character has. “You did great!” I tell her with a smile.

“We need you guys back after lunch for a few more scenes, one of these scenes is the first kiss between the characters so make sure you guys are ready for that” the director smiled at us as Y/n and I walked over to the refreshments table.

“Nervous about that?” Y/n asked me as we grabbed a bottle of water each, “What? To kiss you? No, I think your nervous though” I smirked to her. “Oh please, you’re not the first big shot actor I’ve had to kiss” she joked back. Truth was, I was nervous, very! I’ve liked Y/n for a while now but I’m not sure how she feels so I have kept my feelings to myself.

The director called us over for our next few scenes which we took within a few takes, you could say we work well together. “Alright, I need hair and make-up in here before we do this first kiss!” the director told us as we sat down and waited for the lovely women to come in and give us a touch up. 

“3….2…..1 ACTION!” the Director called.

** Nora and Ruby walking back to Ruby’s apartment

R: I have one question

N: -hums in response-

R: Why did you ask me on this date tonight?  We only met a few days ago.

N: Because I make you nervous and I like that

R: you don’t make me nervous -blushes-

N: yeah?

R: yeah

N: Can I kiss you then? -both stop at street crossing, turning to face one another-

R: -nervously nods-

**

I felt my heart face as Y/n took the small steps closer to me, she gently caress’s my left cheek looking at my lips as I looked at hers. For a moment it felt like the world stopped when I felt her lips press against mine. My eyes closed instantly then I gently placed my left hand over her right hand that stayed caressing my face. The kiss was short but sweet, soft and I hated pulling away. 

“Cut!” the director called as we pulled away. “Don’t go anywhere just yet, I want to watch this over” the director added. 

“Well that went better than I thought it would” Y/n smirked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I raised my eyebrows

“Nothing, I just kinda thought you’d be lower on my list” she joked 

“You have a list?!”

“Yeah… I get to kiss all these great actors, why not?” she laughed, I shook my head playfully.

“Where am I on this list?”

“A solid 4” 

“4?! Come on!” I playfully slapped her right arm.

“Perfect girls! We don’t need you back until tomorrow, thank you!” the director cut in.

As the months went on, we had more kissing scenes we had to do. Every night I stayed awake thinking about how soft her lips are, how gently she is and I know it’s just her acting but I can’t help melt into her touch every single time we had to act as a couple. 

“Flo, you ready?” Y/n spoke as she broke me from my thoughts, “yeah, let’s do this” I smiled. 

“Okay, last scene, hopefully our last shot. 3….2….1 ACTION!

** Ruby goes to Nora’s apartment, in destress.

N: Ruby, what are you doing here? I told you not to contact me…

R: I can’t stop think about you. I don’t want this to end. Don’t go.

N: but I can’t stay

R: then let me come with you!

N: I would never ask you to leave your life here for mine

R: your not asking me, I’m telling you I want this

N: I can’t… Ruby I am sorry. You have a good life here, you don’t follow me across the world

**

This was it. This is the moment were the characters share a big kiss and everything ends well. My character has to take the lead this time. I stepped closer and pulled Y/n closer to me with power, I cupped her face gently and kissed her lips. I felt her arms wrap around my waist and pull me even closer, Deeping our kiss. When I felt Y/n start to pull away I took it upon myself and pulled her close again, never breaking the kiss. The director called cut and we pulled away, I didn’t notice how out of character I was until I looked up at Y/n.

“Flo?” she spoke softly. I felt tears creeping down my face before I wiped them away quickly. “I’- I’m…sor…I’m sorry….i-“ I ran off in a hurry. 

“Florence!” Y/n called as I left the set, running to my dressing room. Closing the door, taking a moment to calm myself, replaying the moment in my head as I felt my tears fall freely. 

“Hey..Flo?” I heard Y/n’s voice enter my dressing room. “I’m fine, I’m sorry I just need a moment” I replied, not facing her. 

“Florence. Look at me, please” 

I turned to her, avoiding the eye contact. “Hey” she spoke softly and she came closer to me. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, I got ahead of myself, and I’ve probably ruined that scene now”

“Ruined? I think that’s exactly what they wanted” 

Y/n gently cupped my face, lifting it to look at her. “I didn’t know you felt that way” she said, looking at me in the eyes. “I’m really sorry if I have ruined our friendship…” I replied. 

“No honey, you didn’t” she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her hold. 

“I didn’t?” 

“No, Flo, you could never ruin what we have” she held me tighter. “How about we go get some lunch and talk about this?” 

I nodded, “please” I whispered.  

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[gayoung-lover]

naive ๋࣭ ⭑ chocol

an older woman flirts with you at the club, but you're too naive to notice her advances

| cw: drinking, smoking n clubbing | wc: 6.6 k 🫶 yeah, it's lowkey long 🫣

Today, you were reluctantly going to a club, a place you have never particularly liked—the noise, the atmosphere, the cramped space, and the overpriced drinks were never your idea of fun. However, it was a special occasion—Bada's birthday. Amidst Bada's pleas, the girls begging you, and the weight of peer pressure, you knew you had to go.

A question lingered in your mind: what did people wear to a club? This was only your second time going to one—so you were indecisive between picking a black mini skirt paired with a pretty white shirt and a slightly revealing pink bodycon dress; the latter felt like a bit too much, so you opted for the former. As you got ready, a sense of nervousness settled in your stomach—you were not particularly fond of getting drunk, however, if you did not get at least a little tipsy, you were going to end up being the babysitter for seven inevitably drunk girls. With the final touch of lipstick, you got a notification on your phone.

bada<3: i’m outside [10:34p.m.]

bada<3: tatter and sowoen said they were taking an uber, so it’s just me [10:34p.m.]

y/n: okayyy, i’m coming [10:35p.m.]

You quickly grab your purse and walk downstairs, exiting your apartment complex. Bada was leaning against her blue car while you were locking the door, you greeted her with a smile and she waved at you. The click-clack of your heels on the pavement echoed through the parking lot as you approached Bada, who opened the passenger door for you before settling into the driver's seat.

"Hello, birthday girl!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm. "How are you?"

Bada started driving, giggling at your comment. "Ready to get fucking drunk."

"I bet." You replied quickly. "After all, it's your birthday."

As she stopped at a red light, Bada glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Promise me you're going to have fun tonight, okay?" She extended her pinky.

Interlocking pinkies, you nervously smiled. "Pinkie promise."

"Get drunk, flirt with girls, dance, take ten shots for all I care." She rattled off a list, her hands returning to the steering wheel. "Just have fun. I'll keep an eye on you and the girls. I can't get too drunk, after all, I'm driving you back home."

"Alright, I'll try. I swear." You assured her. "Minus the flirting. I get too nervous around pretty girls for that." 

She drove through the city until she parked her car in front of the most packed club on the street. At the entrance, the bouncer apparently denied entry to many—while this might be a concern for most people, but Bada had already booked a VIP table in advance. Approaching the front of the line, you and Bada showed the bouncer your IDs, and without hesitation, he let you in, prompting a few complaints and groans from those waiting in line.

Upon stepping into the club, the loud music initially overwhelmed your ears, and the vibrant lights took a moment to adjust to. The girls were already at the VIP table, drinking a few beers, eagerly waiting for Bada and you. 

"Bada, what do you want to drink?" Kyma shouted over the music, handing you a beer. 

"I'm getting some bottles." Bada replied as you took the beer from Kyma's hands. "What do you all want to drink?"

"Just get whatever you like." You said with a small smile.

Popping open the glass bottle, you took a hesitant sip, as beer's initial taste was always unpleasant but grew on you after a while. Bada caught a server's attention and placed an order that showed her expensive taste. Amid laughter and attempts to have a conversation over the music, the bottles arrived at the table, accompanied by "Happy Birthday" signs and bottle sparklers, your table became the center of attention, filling up with Bada's chosen bottles. Bada, with a smile, started pouring shots, positioning a bottle near your mouth and counting to five as you obliged—chasing down the sour taste from the alcohol with a chaser, prompting cheers from the girls. 

"That's my girl!" Lusher exclaimed, hugging you.

You and Cheche began dancing, shyly moving your hips to the rhythm of the music. Reluctantly, you had to admit that you were actually enjoying yourself. As you finished your beer, Tatter handed you a drink, though it seemed like she poured more alcohol than a mixer, because by the time you were halfway through it, a wave of happiness and confidence washed over you. You were cautious not to drink too much, as you were not used to the sensation. However, when the entire table began chanting, urging Bada for another round of shots, the temptation was too strong to resist. 

"Let me pour you another." Bada insisted, and you nodded. She was holding your cheek and letting the vodka fall into your mouth. Her tipsy state led to her spilling liquor on your jaw. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry." You replied with a smile. "I'll go to the restroom to clean myself up."

"I'm coming with you." Tatter said, taking hold of your hand as you maneuvered through the crowd.

You and Tatter got to the restroom, surprisingly finding it less crowded than anticipated. Grabbing a piece of paper to clean up your jaw, you took advantage of the moment to reapply your lipstick while Tatter used the restroom. You took more than usual because of your shaky hands and because your attention shifted as a girl with orange hair entered the room. She looked expensive, dressed in an all-black outfit complemented by a thick silver chain and her adorned fingers with several silver rings. 

As Tatter got out of the stall, she washed her hands and exclaimed. "Let's go!"

Smiling, you started to walk, so you could leave the bathroom but stumbled near the girl with orange hair. She placed a hand on your shoulder and uttered in a firm voice. "Be careful, doll."

Turning around to thank her, you noticed she had already entered a stall. Tatter, now turning around and giggling, said. "Didn't you notice?"

"Notice what?" You inquired. "The girl?"

Tatter smiled as you returned to your table. "She was checking you out like crazy."

You protested, covering your face. "No, it's not like that!"

Amidst the lively club, the girl from the restroom quickly faded into the background, forgotten by you and Tatter. Drink in hand, you joined in the fun—as you danced with the group, tightly pressed against your friends, taking Instagram stories, videos, and photos, which you would probably regret when they sent them to the group chat. Clubbing was actually fun—the thought lingered as Bada held you by the waist while dancing, the two of you always mistaken for a couple due to your closeness.

"Having fun?" Bada asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" You replied. "And you, birthday girl?"

"Me too." She responded. "Let's see who ends up the drunkest."

"I'm betting my money on Kyma." You declared, but the vibration of your phone interrupted. "Hold on, someone's calling me."

Bada nodded and patted your waist as you walked away. Exiting the club, you were hoping the caller had not hung up, you checked your phone to discover it was your ex-girlfriend—well, someone you never officially dated. 

Intrigued, you answered, holding the phone to your ear. "Hello?" You greeted her. "What happened?"

The voice on the other end ended up going off about your presence at a party, criticizing your outfit as too revealing and telling you that you had disrespected her. To make matters worse, she started bad-mouthing Bada and insinuating that you should go ahead and date her if you were so close, saying that you probably cheated on her with Bada. In another circumstance, you might have cried, but the alcohol coursing through your system made you feel brave. 

"Yeah?" You retorted. "Enjoy getting blocked because I'm not dealing with your bullshit anymore." The voice pleaded with you not to block them. "I'm done with you. I don't give a fuck."

You hung up, and as you turned around, you noticed the same girl from the restroom smoking a cigarette, pressing it against her lips, and exhaling the smoke. Your face flushed with embarrassment as you realized she overheard everything.

"Is everything okay, doll?" She asked politely, taking another hit of her cigarette.

"Yes, don't worry." You reassured her as you tucked your phone into your purse. "Sorry you had to hear that."

Tilting her head, she glanced at you up and down. "Well, your boyfriend is dumb for letting you go like that; you're such a pretty girl."

"Ah, nothing like that." You shook your head, smiling. "But, thank you."

"I'm Gayoung, but most people call me Chocol, and what's your name, sweetheart?" She introduced herself, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction. "Does the smoke bother you? I can throw it away if you want." She gestured to the cigarette.

"Y/N." You said with a soft smile. "No, it's okay. You're about to finish it anyway." You could not help but admire her rings—they sparkled beautifully in the light and looked luxurious. "Can I look at your rings?" You inquired.

Gayoung placed the cigarette between her lips and extended her hands towards you. You ran your fingers over her rings, noticing the brands—Vivianne Westwood, Salvatore Ferragamo, Prada, and a Miu Miu one that caught your eye. 

Looking up, you found her smiling proudly. "You like em’? They're pretty, huh?" She remarked, tossing her cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. "Now, imagine them pressing up against your jaw."

Your focus remained on the rings, and you completely overlooked the last part of her sentence. "They're so gorgeous. I love the Miu Miu one."

"You do, doll?" Gayoung asked, a bit puzzled by your unmistakable indifference to her comment. Perhaps you were not into girls? However, she was certain you were at least bisexual, as she saw you dancing with the tall girl. "Let's make a deal." She suggested and got closer.

Despite attempting to read your body language, Gayoung observed your lack of reaction to her proximity or gaze. She leaned in close to your ear, and you maintained your joyful demeanor, showing no signs of nervousness.

"A deal?" You said, still confused. "What do you mean?"

Close to drunkenness, everything seems blurry to you. Unaware of your proximity to Gayoung, you again stumbled a bit while trying to balance yourself. Gayoung helped you by grabbing your waist, and again, no reaction from you, it struck her as odd. Most girls would have succumbed to her charm the moment she called them pretty and yet, here you were, unfazed, not even blushing.

"I'll give you my ring if you give me your number." She proposed. "I really want to get to know you."

Puzzled, you bit your lip, attempting to comprehend her offer. Gayoung was struggling not to make a move after seeing your lips. "Why would you give me your ring in exchange for my number? Your ring is expensive."

She smiled at your innocence, wondering if you were faking it. "Don't worry about it. So, deal or no deal?"

Considering the situation, maybe she just wanted to be friends. "Yes, it's a deal."

Gayoung let go off your waist and removed her ring. "Give me your hand." You complied, and she delicately placed the ring on your finger, making you smile. "Now, your end of the deal."

"Give me your phone." You requested, and she pulled it from her back pocket. Unlocking it, you teased. "No password." Giggling, you added your phone number to her contacts. "What should I put as the name? Will you remember my name if I just save my contact as Y/N?"

"Save it as doll." She suggested, and you typed it, handing her phone back. "But, of course, I'll remember your name."

"Thank you for the ring." You smiled. "Send me a text so I can save your contact later! I'm going back inside—my friends are probably worried.”

"I'll send you a message later." She replied, grabbing another cigarette from the box. "But promise me you'll reach out if you need anything…"

You tilted your head. "I'll text you!" Then you pondered—why would you need anything from her? "But, why?" 

"In case you need a ride." Gayoung responded, winking at you. "Or if you want to do something."

Oblivious to her advances, you replied. "Oh, no—Bada is taking me home." As if assuming she knew who Bada was.

"The tall girl?" She inquired, and you nodded. Gayoung wondered if Bada might be your girlfriend and decided to ask about it. While she might be many things, she was not about to keep flirting with someone in a relationship; she respected that. "Is she your girlfriend?"

You sighed and giggled. "No, she's my best friend! Well, I'll text you later, Gayoung."

The way you said her name nearly gave her a heart attack. She needed you—your beauty, your smile, and your eyes were unlike anything she had ever seen. However, you appeared too innocent, too naive, not noticing a thing. She decided to drop a bolder comment, hoping you would catch it. "Then, I hope I can get that spot sooner, doll."

You smiled, showing your teeth, and entered the club. Gayoung lit up her cigarette, staying outside, contemplating if you would even consider something with her. She thought you seemed much younger than her.

The remainder of the night was blurry. Now, you stumbled into your room, gripping the wall for support as you were still dizzy—you did get drunk. As you kicked off your heels, your feet ached, and your head throbbed, you realized waking up was going to be hell. You took off your clothes, leaving them carelessly on the chair, so you could change into your pajamas. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you collapsed onto your bed, phone in hand. Glancing at the group chat, which had already got over two hundred messages, you noticed Gayoung's number above all. Quickly adding it to your contacts, you sent her a quick text.

gayoung: This is my number. I am Gayoung.  [2:30 a.m]

y/n: hi! just got to my apartment [5:12 a.m]

y/n: i’m so tired, hope you’re sleeping well  [5:12 a.m]

y/n: btw thank you for the ring :) [5:12 a.m]

y/n: text you later!!  [5:12 a.m]

While you were sound asleep, Gayoung woke up early and reached for her phone. Upon seeing your messages, her heart quickened, reminiscent of a high school student seeing their crush tagged them on a post. Gayoung sent you a message, aware that you were likely still asleep, acknowledging the toll yesterday's drinking had probably taken on you. 

gayoung: Good morning, pretty. [7:21 a.m]

gayoung: Hope your head does not hurt when you wake up. [7:21 a.m]

She proceeded with her morning routine—had breakfast, went to work, and upon returning home, finally had the opportunity to check her phone.

y/n: hi gayoung [12:13p.m]

y/n: i just woke up :( [12:13p.m]

y/n: my head does hurt but i don’t have any medicine lol [12:13p.m]

y/n: how are you? [12:14p.m]

gayoung: Did you sleep well at least? [1:22 p.m]

gayoung: I am doing fine. [1:23 p.m]

gayoung: You don’t have medicine?  [1:23 p.m]

As your phone dinged, you reached for it, as you had a habit of responding quickly to texts. You already had taken a shower and dressed up in a matching lilac shirt and shorts set—you were sitting at your desk doing some of your freelance work. Grateful for the opportunity to work from your apartment—you appreciated the ability to manage your schedule, whether it was responding to texts, taking calls, listening to music, or watching something, you had the ability to do everything at your own pace. 

y/n: i did sleep well  [1:24 p.m]

y/n: i don’t :( might go later to buy some [1:24 p.m]

Immediately, Gayoung began writing. You could not help but notice the formal tone in Gayoung's writing.

gayoung: I don’t know if you want, but I can go and drop off some for you. [1:24 p.m]

gayoung: How does that sound, doll?  [1:25 p.m]

gayoung: Do not feel pressured to say yes. [1:25 p.m]

You found it impossible to refuse her offer. You were genuinely grateful for her generosity in giving you her ring, beyond that, she seemed too kind, and you felt a genuine interest in getting to know her better.

y/n: i accept hehe [1:26 p.m]

y/n: thank you so much, gayoung [1:26 p.m]

y/n: (y/n has shared her location with gayoung) [1:26 p.m]

y/n: hope you’re not a creep haha [1:26 p.m]

gayoung: Very funny joke, pretty. [1:26 p.m]

gayoung: I’ll be there as quickly as possible. [1:27 p.m]

y/n: i’ll wait for you :) [1:27 p.m]

Rising from your desk, you grabbed your makeup bag. Applying a touch of liquid blush, curling your lashes, using a bit of brow gel, and adding a hint of lip tint; then you did two braids in your hair—you wanted to look presentable. You check yourself in the mirror before returning to your desk to save all your files for later. Walking into your living room, you opened the curtains and lit a vanilla-scented candle. Despite Gayoung mentioning she was only dropping off some medicine, you wanted to ask her if she wanted to come inside. You were glued to your phone, checking it anxiously as if your life depended on it. The last thing you wanted was to keep Gayoung waiting outside your building, considering she would need your entry code. Finally, she called, and you answered.

“Hello, I am outside.” She said—her voice husky. "I brought you something else, though."

"I’m coming down." You replied, hanging up.

You get out of your apartment, and walk down the stairs to the front door, finding Gayoung waiting with two bags in hand. She wore an all-black outfit, this time pairing it with red sneakers and a red windbreaker. With a smile, you opened the door, and she smiled back.

“Come on in.” You invited, noticing her confused expression. “Oh, I forgot to ask. Do you want to come in?” You giggled.

“Are you sure?” Gayoung inquired, and you nodded. She followed your lead into the building.

"Thank you for coming." you expressed gratitude as you opened and closed your apartment's door behind both of you. “You can sit anywhere you want.”

Seating herself on the stools at your kitchen bar, Gayoung left the bags on the counter. “Thank you for letting me in. I brought you some medicine and a warm miso soup.” She said, getting the soup container out of the bag and handing you the medicine.

You smiled. “Oh, thank you so much. Do you want some water, tea, juice, anything?”

“A glass of water, please.” She requested.

Serving two glasses of water, you handed one to Gayoung. Taking the medicine, you shook your head at the sour taste. “How much do I owe you?” You said as you stood on the other side of the kitchen bar, placing your hands on the counter.

She chuckled. “Nothing, doll. It’s nothing.”

"Gayoung!" You exclaimed, placing your hand on her shoulder. "First, you give me your ring, and now you buy me medicine and food."

"I said it's nothing." She insisted, making eye contact with you, and you could not help but notice the moles beneath her eyes.

"Oh wow, your little moles are so pretty." You remarked.

"Yeah? Well, I think you're very pretty." She replied, and you turned around, attempting to hide your flushed cheeks. No matter who it was, whenever someone called you pretty, it made you feel nervous.

You grabbed two bowls and two spoons, setting them on the counter. "Do you want to eat with me?"

She nodded. Gayoung had bought the larger portion of soup in the hope that this would happen, and she was very happy that it did. You sat beside Gayoung, both of you grabbing the soup bowls and beginning to eat.

"Tell me about yourself." She requested. "Anything you want to share."

"Anything? Let me think." You said, taking a spoonful of miso soup. "Well, I graduated college two years ago, I work from home, I like baking, I love doing my makeup and dressing up, and I enjoy working out and dancing." You took another spoonful. "And you?"

Gayoung smiled, swallowing her soup. "So, if you like dressing up, the nickname 'doll' really fits you." You smiled back. "I also love dancing—I actually own a dance studio. I collect designer jewelry, as you've noticed from my rings, and I enjoy cooking."

You giggled at her calling you a doll again. "Ohh, that's amazing." You said, looking at the ring she gave you. "So, this was a part of your collection?" You asked, placing your hand in front of her. She took it, planting a kiss on your skin, giving you goosebumps.

Gayoung noticed your reaction. "Mhm, but it looks better on you anyway." She said, turning to face you. "Can I tell you something?"

You nodded, a bit nervous. Was she being too kind? No one had ever done something like this after just one day of meeting—she gave you her ring, bought you food and medicine, complimented you, and now a kiss on the hand.

"Well, I thought I was being too obvious, but I guess you didn't notice anything, so I'll just tell you directly." She said, taking a deep breath while still holding your hand.

Confused, you wondered what you had not noticed—perhaps she wanted to leave your apartment, or did not want to come inside, and was trying to find a polite way out. Furrowing your eyebrows, you waited for her to speak.

She smiled, feeling a bit nervous as this was the first time she felt genuinely attracted to someone who did not immediately reciprocate. "The moment I looked at you, I thought you were very pretty." Gayoung said, making another small pause. "I gave you my ring because I liked you."

"Huh? Like, actually like me?" You blurted out, your reaction making her feel a bit uneasy.

"Yeah, I just feel like you're worth getting to know. I do like you. I mean, we still don't know each other, but if you let me, I'd like to take you out on a date." Gayoung said, letting your hand go—waiting for your response. 

Now you feel stupid, very stupid. Gayoung had been flirting with you the entire time. You recalled her comments about her rings pressing against your cheeks, the remarks about wanting to be your girlfriend, and the comment about your "boyfriend" being dumb for letting you go. It all made sense now; she was flirting, and you were too dumb to notice. The realization made you feel special—a beautiful and attentive girl was asking you out on a date. This was the first time you had been asked out—you were usually the one making the first move.

"Of course, I would like that." You said, smiling. "I feel so dumb, sorry. I never noticed you were flirting with me until now."

She chuckled. "I was practically shouting it, and you never caught on." Gayoung smiled. "You're too naive, I guess."

"Well, this is the first time I've been asked out. So, it's clear why I didn't notice." You confessed.

"Huh, what about your ex-boyfriend? The person who called you at the club." She asked.

You sighed. "It was a girl." You clarified. "We used to be together, but we were never in an actual relationship, and I got tired because I had to do everything to keep it afloat."

Gayoung arched her brow. "So, she was just fooling around?"

"Yup, she only liked the attention of it. The moment I told her how I felt about the situation and left her, she kept contacting me, saying she wanted me back and stuff." You confessed. "But she is too immature—she even accused me of cheating on her with my best friend. But, at least she is blocked now."

Gayoung leaned back, placing her hands on her knees. "Well, if you don't like messing around with immature girls, that's why I'm here. I should ask about it too—are you into older women?"

"Maybe. Can I ask how old you are?" You giggled, blushing as you realized Gayoung was older.

"36, pretty." She responded. "But, I promise I'll treat you right."

"In that case, I gladly accept your offer, Gayoung." You said, smiling.

Gayoung stayed over for a bit, taking the initiative to wash the dishes, and in return, you sent her home with a bowl of sliced fruit. Her kindness had left an impression, and you discovered how intriguing she was. You again got a notification on your phone, it was Gayoung. 

gayoung: Hello, I just got home. [5:32 p.m]

gayoung: Thank you for the fruit. I’ll eat it in a bit. [5:32 p.m]

gayoung: I had a great time with you, doll.  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: thank you for coming, gayoung  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: i also had a great time!!  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: i still can’t believe i was so dumb lol  [5:33 p.m]

y/n: i am soo stupid… every time i have to interact with pretty girls i die inside, you luckily meet me when i was tipsy, so i was feeling brave  [5:33 p.m]

gayoung: I even thought you didn’t like girls.  [5:34 p.m]

gayoung: But, I am glad you gave me the opportunity to take you out on a date.  [5:34 p.m]

gayoung: I already know where I am taking you, do you want it to be a surprise?  [5:34 p.m]

y/n: tell me  [5:34 p.m]

y/n: well no!! i want it to be a surprise  [5:35 p.m]

y/n: no one has even taken me on a date before [5:35 p.m]

y/n: just let me know the dress code haha [5:35 p.m]

gayoung: Is tomorrow at 5pm okay? [5:35 p.m]

gayoung: Wear whatever you want, you’ll look pretty in anything. [5:35 p.m]

gayoung: I’ll pick you up and drop you off. [5:36 p.m]

y/n: can’t believe a girl like you always calls me pretty… [5:36 p.m]

y/n: it makes me blush [5:36 p.m]

y/n: i can’t wait for tomorrow!! [5:36 p.m]

gayoung: As long as I am alive, I’ll keep calling you pretty. [5:36 p.m]

gayoung: Also, don’t even think about paying anything. [5:37 p.m]

gayoung: Leave your wallet at home, doll. [5:37 p.m]

gayoung: I have to leave, I am fixing some stuff around my apartment. [5:37 p.m]

gayoung: Talk to you later. You can call me if you need anything. [5:37 p.m]

y/n: okaayy [5:37 p.m]

y/n: talk to you later :) [5:37 p.m]

You spent some time at your desk, doing your remaining work, but your thoughts drifted towards what plans Gayoung might have in store and thinking about what to wear for the occasion. For dinner, you enjoyed the remaining soup, while watching a movie. As bedtime approached, you changed into your pajamas and reached for your phone to share the news with Bada.

y/n: going on a date tomorrow [10:23 p.m]

y/n: i’ll give you details and everything when it happens [10:23 p.m]

bada <3: SOMEONE ASKED YOU OUT???? [10:24 p.m]

y/n: lol fuck you [10:24 p.m]

bada <3: IT WAS A GENUINE QUESTION, I AM NOT BEING MEAN [10:24 p.m]

y/n: yup, i’m going on a date [10:25 p.m]

bada <3: HOPE YOU HAVE FUN  [10:25 p.m]

bada <3: YOU DESERVE THIS  [10:25 p.m]

bada <3: I AM SO HAPPY TF [10:25 p.m]

y/n: gotta text her  [10:25 p.m]

y/n: i’ll give you all the juicy details tomorrow!!  [10:26 p.m]

As you slipped into bed, you decided to send Gayoung a goodnight message, that way, you could leave your phone on the nightstand.

y/n: good night gayoung :)  [10:31 p.m]

y/n: i’m so happy for tomorrow [10:31 p.m]

The next morning, you woke up nervous. While preparing brunch, you could not stop thinking about your upcoming date. You were sitting on your kitchen bar, ready to eat breakfast, when your phone rang—it was Gayoung.

You answered. "Hi, good morning. What's up?"

"Hello." She responded. "Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you're still okay with me picking you up."

"Of course." You giggled. "I'm excited." You added, taking a bite of your food.

"Well, I'm heading back to work." Gayoung said. "See you later, pretty."

"Have a good day. See you." You said, smiling through the phone.

As Gayoung hung up, butterflies fluttered in your stomach—no one had ever treated you with such kindness. After enjoying brunch, you begin your routine—taking a long shower, doing skincare, and brushing and blow-drying your hair to curl it. Seated at your desk, you applied your makeup, assuring every detail was perfect. Moving on to your outfit, you opted for a white blouse paired with a black dress adorned with ruffles, styled with a black jacket, paired with a delicate silver belt, and boots with heels. For accessories, you placed a silver hair clip, Gayoung's Miu Miu ring, a necklace, and your earrings. Aware that getting ready would be time-consuming, you were surprised to find that it was already 4:45 P.M. After looking at yourself in the mirror, you quickly grabbed your essentials so you could put them in your purse—lipstick, keys, and, hesitating for a moment, only your ID instead of your wallet, remembering Gayoung's earlier words.

Gayoung was standing outside of your apartment, she pressed your contact and began calling you.  "Hello, pretty. I'm already outside." She said. "If you're not ready yet, I can wait."

"I'm coming downstairs." You replied before hanging up.

Taking a deep breath, you left your apartment, walking down the stairs to the front door, as you opened it, you saw her standing next to her black car. Dressed in a denim jacket, jeans, a crop top, and boots, she looked so good.

You smiled, and she returned the gesture. "Hi, how are you?"

"Okay, first of all, you look so pretty, you're truly a doll." She complimented, making you blush. "I'm fine, and you?"

"Thank you." You responded shyly. "I'm doing well."

She led you to the passenger side, opening the door and even buckling your seatbelt for you—she was a true gentleman. Placing your bag and phone on your lap, you noticed the luxurious feel of the leather seats—she was undoubtedly a girl with expensive taste.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"That's still a surprise." She chuckled. "It's close by, don't worry." As she approached a red light, she took a moment to look at you. "If I'm driving too fast, tell me, okay?" You nodded in response.

"Gayoung, can I ask you something?" You said, looking at her.

She nodded, continuing to drive. "Tell me, even though I'm not looking, I'm paying attention."

"What if after the date, you don't like me?" You asked.

Gayoung didn't immediately answer; instead, she reached for your hand, placing it on the stick shift and wrapping it around it, so she could hold your hand while driving. This action made you blush intensely—a warmth spreading across your cheeks.

"Don't worry about that, trust me." Gayoung reassured you. "Just enjoy it, don't worry about what I think, okay?"

She pulled into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant—it was unfamiliar to you, but bustling, suggesting it was a good place. After parking, she opened the car door for you, extended her hand, you took it, and, hand in hand, you entered the restaurant. Gayoung informed the hostess about her reservation, reserving a private spot—ideal for a date. She took the seat across from you, and an involuntary giggle escaped from your lips.

"What happened?" Gayoung asked, leaning in.

"It's just surreal, being on a date with you and how genuinely nice you are." You responded. "It feels like a dream."

"Ah." She mumbled. "Well, then we are both dreaming." Gayoung could not help but find you adorable, questioning why no one had ever taken you out on a date before. 

A waitress arrived and handed you both menus, promising to return shortly. You skimmed through the options.

"You can order anything you want. I recommend the pasta, though. It's freshly made." Gayoung suggested.

You looked at her. "I was thinking about the pasta alla gricia and having a cherry lemonade."

"Good choice. I'm ordering lasagna." Gayoung responded. "I thought you might go for wine or something like that."

"No, I don't really drink." You chuckled. "You met me basically drunk, but I swear I rarely drink."

"I see." She tilted her head. "So, that's why yesterday your head hurt—you're not used to that." You nodded as the waitress approached to take the order, leaving you and Gayoung to continue your conversation.

"Do you drink, or do you just smoke?" You asked, continuing the conversation.

"I might have a drink or two, but I don't like getting drunk. I also rarely smoke; I only smoke when I'm at clubs or a party, so I can get away from the loudness for a bit." She responded.

"So when you were outside at the club, it was a coincidence we talked." You commented. "I was outside because I felt my phone vibrating—otherwise, I would have never gone outside."

"Yes, but I'm glad it happened." She said, smiling. "I wasn't even going to the club in the first place because I had to be in my studio at eight in the morning, but my friend wanted to have a few drinks."

"Do you teach classes, or do you just own the studio?" You asked.

"I do teach too—dancing is a big passion of mine. I will never stop dancing." Gayoung responded. "It has allowed me to take part in amazing opportunities."

"That's the coolest part, you work in something you love, and it pays well." You answered. "I get paid well too, and I get to work from home."

Gayoung reached out for your hand and held it. You momentarily broke eye contact, and she noticed. "I can't stop thinking about how pretty you look and how your smile warms my heart. I'm so glad you accepted my silly deal." She said, caressing with her thumb the ring she gave you.

"Honestly, if I wasn't so naive to all your comments, and you would have asked directly for my number, I would have given it to you. You're my type." You answered.

"Your type?" She questioned.

"Yes." You giggled. "Kind of masculine vibes, your style, your tattoos, everything." You looked at her. "You're my type of girl."

"You're my type of girl too." She responded. 

The waitress brought out the food and drinks, placing them carefully on the table, and you began eating and talking. The conversation flowed perfectly, and Gayoung shared a few stories about her time teaching dance classes, how she ended up owning a studio, and what the business is like. You, too, shared some stories about yourself, your time in college, and a few of your other hobbies. After finishing your meal, Gayoung ordered a tiramisu to share, and both of you enjoyed the dessert—after that, Gayoung paid the bill. Leaving the restaurant, Gayoung again opened the door for you and buckled your seatbelt, though you found yourself wanting to spend more time with her.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Gayoung was about to start the car when you looked at her. "Gayoung, would you like to go back to my apartment and watch a movie or something?"

"Sure, doll." She responded.

Driving back to your apartment, time seemed to fly, caused by the anticipation of being close to her in the intimacy of your apartment. Once she parked her car in front of your complex, you typed in the door code, inviting her in. Walking to your apartment, you unlocked the front door for her.

"Welcome back to my place." You giggled. "Make yourself comfortable on the sofa while I serve some water and grab a bag of snacks."

Gayoung settled onto your sofa, taking in the details of your apartment she had not seen before. "Can I pick the movie?" She asked.

"Yes!" You agreed as you grabbed a bag of chips and took out two glasses to pour some water.

As you approached the sofa, you set the two glasses on the table in front of it. Returning to the kitchen, you grabbed the bag of chips, then walked back and sat on the sofa. Your eyes met Gayoung's, and you both exchanged smiles.

"What movie did you pick?" You asked.

Gayoung did not immediately respond; instead, she reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "I can't believe how beautiful you are. I know I've said it a bunch of times, but I can't help it." She admitted, ignoring your question. You responded with a smile, gently biting your lip in response to your nervousness.

Supporting your weight with a hand behind you, you urged her. "Gayoung, keep calling me pretty things. I like hearing them."

Drawing nearer, Gayoung began to caress your cheek. "I'm not the type of girl to ask this on the first date." She confessed, creating a pause that sparked hope that she would ask the question you wanted her to make. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, and she gently placed her finger over your lips, tracing them softly. Gayoung smiled as if she were admiring a piece of art, sending shivers down your spine. Moving even closer, her hand descended to hold your chin, brushing her lips over yours.

"You look so pretty blushing, doll." She remarked, returning to her flirty behavior.

Just as you were about to respond, she pressed her lips against yours. It took a moment for you to reciprocate; her lips were soft and pillowy. The kiss was gentle and tender, your lips moving together in sync. As you separated, you could not resist giving her a quick, sweet kiss in return.

"Come here." She said, signaling for you to come closer. "Give me another kiss."

With a warm smile, you complied, moving closer as she wrapped her arms around you loosely. "Another kiss?" you inquired, and she smiled in response.

"Yes, pretty." She smiled.

You kissed her again, your hand gently holding her cheek. You could feel her smiling, and the warmth of it made you feel slightly weak. As you separated, she gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"Do you want to go out again tomorrow?" She asked. "I think I'm addicted to you now." She chuckled.

"It would be my pleasure, Gayoung." You replied, snuggling against her chest.

[midnightsnyx]

Hi I had an imagine idea for any hockey player as a boyfriend (I'm indecisive if you can't tell lol) but what about a scenario where reader's watching her boyfriend's hockey game, and while she cheers for him there's a group of girls nearby who hate on her? Like what if everyone knows that the hockey player and reader are dating and there are a few fans that aren't really happy with the reader and a couple of those people happen to be sitting near her at the game?

The rest is up to you, happy writing :P

hi ty for the request❤️ i picked jack hughes i hope you like it!! <3 also sorry it’s kind of angsty and short & definitely not edited cause i’m 99% asleep rn😂

you loved supporting jack at his games, it was one of your favorite things to do. however, you didn’t like the attention you received sometimes especially considering it was almost always bad.

yeah you get it, jack is good looking (too much for his own good sometimes) and he’s a professional hockey player so there are a lot of girls who like him but even though they know he’s taken, they will still throw themselves at him. and they will say awful stuff about you sometimes. anytime either of you post something on instagram, you have to disable the comments.

you’re still as supportive as you can be and that includes attending as many games as you can so you decide to surprise him tonight by showing up at a home game. you’d originally told him you were unable to make it which was true but when your boss let you go home early, you decided to surprise him instead of going home and watching the game on the tv.

it was too late to get a decent seat and you still weren’t quite comfortable enough to go to the wives lounge. the other girls were absolutely wonderful and supportive but you were still warming up to them and didn’t feel like you should be there yet.

the downside to getting a crappy seat though was that there were sometimes people around who weren’t exactly nice. you were wishing you had either gotten a suite or decided to just go to the wives lounge when a group a girls start whispering about you. it’s clear that they want you to hear them and as much as you try to tune them out, it’s hard.

by the end of the game, your self confidence is pretty low and you just want to go home and crawl in bed but jack noticed that you were here so you had to go meet him at the locker room doors. when he comes out, all smiles due to their win, he notices your mood right away.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly, wrapping his arms around you. you bury your face in his neck, hoping that he doesn’t notice the tears.

you just shrug, looking at the ground when you pull away.

“i think i’ll just go back to my place tonight.”

you don’t have to look to see the disappointment on his face. you’d promised you would spend the night at his place and the two of you were looking forward to it.

“they’re wrong, you know,” he says and of course he knows what’s wrong.

“i know jack,” you mutter. “it’s just hard to ignore sometimes.”

you don’t give him a chance to reply, turning on your heel and leaving quickly. a warm bath and your bed sounds like heaven right about now.

but you only get as far as your car before a hand gently wraps around your wrist and you know it’s jack. he tugs you into another hug, not letting you escape this time. not that you want to now.

“i won’t say i understand how it feels, baby,” he whispers in your hair. “but i don’t give a shit what any of them say.” there’s a pause and then he pulls away only far enough to be able to look you in the eyes.

“i love you.”

those three little words that weigh so much haven’t been said between the two of you. you always show your love in other ways and you were okay with that but hearing it, hearing him say them out loud, heals something inside you.

“yeah?” you ask quietly and he chuckles softly.

“yeah.” his head tilts to the side slightly. “you know, i was kind of hoping you’d-”

you cut him off before he can say anything else.

“i love you too.”

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Thoughts I had during TGCF S2 Ep 7

One more half left to go!

Previously on TGCF…

-He’s squeezing his fist tight 

-Honey, the reason he’s not demanding requital cause he knows you never meant to cut him with E Ming

-What’s wrong is both man and sword are still upset for that mistake

-E Ming: No let him pet me!

Hua Cheng: Leave it!  It’s fine

E Ming: No I’m not! *sobs more*

-*Hua Cheng smacks E Ming*

E Ming: OWWWIIIEE!

-Hey that’s sentient mystical weapon abuse! I’m filing!

-Hua Cheng:Because it’s always crying!

E Ming: Because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of him!

Hua Cheng: Useless

E Ming: NO I’M NOT!  

-See, there’s the sensory overload I was talking about to me that would be pain in your ears

-He still has the dice!

-That explains a lot

-“Hello Again” HAAAAAAAAAH

-“Oh come on Hua Cheng, teleport into Heaven.  *Tosses out soggy carrot* Sweep him off his feet, carry him off in style.” - Little John, Robin Hood (1973)

-And then the brain cell starts getting tossed around like a volleyball

-Well you know as they say, Heaven’s got a lotta stuff, a pair of dice ain’t one of them.  Also, pair of dice = Paradise, props.

-It’s the transmutation technique from the Fullmetal Alchemist series

-And then Feng Xin literally just went, ‘YOINK!’

-It’s a four!

-In they go

-There go the eardrums

-Could’ve told ‘em that earlier Qingxuan

-And four is the Chinese number for ‘Death’

-When you accidentally stumble into the opposite gender’s gym locker in junior to high during a tournament

-Not in the sauna!

-Try a badger mole’s tunnel

-Still could’ve told ‘em that earlier

-Now Mu Qing rolled a four

-That hair flip Mu Qing just did

-What are you doin in my swamp?!

-Gator boys!

-That lizard just blasted off

-Hadouken

-They’re just tossing swamp water at each other, that’s mature

-And even the gator people got scared

-Literally all the junior officials sneaking into the telepathic matrix:  FIGHT!  FIGHT!  FIGHT!  FIGHT

-Also:

NAN YANG!  NAN YANG!  NAN YANG!

XUAN ZHEN!  XUAN ZHEN!  XUAN ZHEN!

-And every other official just started another betting pool

-Qingxuan’s the only sane god in this pickle

-Just imagine the Gaang rolling the dice

-Yeah that’s pretty

-A water droplet

-Hey no interrupting!

-The same dark sword

-He does

-His huge ass goddang sword

-Round 2!

-A sword fight that could have the energy of Sokka vs. Piandao

-Hua Cheng gasped!

-The wind

-“Forget the forgotten” what Jun Wu told him in Ep 1

-His eyes glowed

-Ruoye just evilly grinned

-A.  Yeah I was wrong on the fight comparison with the sword duel in Atla book 3

B.  THAT’S IT!!!

-He spared your life be grateful 

-“All’s fair in love and war.”  Was that one of Sun Tzu’s teachings?

-Like the Crimson Rain Sought Flower

-“The perfect being you crafted in your mind is only just that.”  Well that’s a good lesson because in reality nobody’s actually perfect.

-“I never was that person.  Believing I was will only disappoint you.” That last sentence is also great advice for how we revere certain famous people.

-That old conflict and prejudice

-Scapegoats are never good

-Thank you Mengyou

-Another genocide prevented

-Mengyou wants to move forward instead of staying in the past

-It’s official, Mengyou is the MVP of Season 2

-Power is also knowledge aside from duty.

-He smiled as Fang Xin

-Thank you Fang Xin and Mengyou

-He was a good ruler

-He lied!

-Why did he kill the previous king and queen of Yong’An

-Literally any of my TGCF OCs witnessing Xie Lian laughing and then crying: Is he ok?

Also I heard about Xie Lian being indecisive on laughing or crying and another TGCF OC will be like: Laugh or Cry?  Just pick one!

-Hua Cheng knows he is not ok

-It’s like a Matryoshka doll and a punching dummy had a small ancient Chinese uptight baby

-That 3D dice toss and teleportation

-A cave

-He took his sword

-There’s no where to hide

-The orcs from Tolkien’s fantasy novels

-He doesn’t have the will to fight

-Smurfs

-Ghost disguise Hua Cheng and Xie Lian are instant sketching inspiration!

-They look awesome!

-Qi Rong mention

-In other words, Qi Rong sticks a blue candle on all his ghost goons and calls it a day

-Dumb as a sack of stones

-He’s got fangs!

-Who’s he gonna meet?

5 episodes left! 2 more acts left in chapter 1 of The Scrap Immortal and the Avatar

[inkbyajm]

of forgotten people

masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

tropes: fluff, hurt/comfort, age-gap

word count: ~860

author’s note: this is a short excerpt (maybe the first chapter?) of a story i’ve been thinking about for the past few weeks. this is just to establish the vibe of something that will probably turn into a series. i hope you enjoy a little melancholy.

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“Joel.”

Tommy’s voice resonated in his brother’s ears. The eldest Miller was lost in his thoughts for what seemed like the 5th time in the past half-hour that they’ve been in the Tipsy Bison. He only responded by blankly looking up from his spot around the table.

“You alright, big brother? Wanna share what’s on your mind?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just,” Joel paused, hesitating whether or not he should be sharing his doubts. I mean, what a fucking coincidence would that be.

“I was walking around town today and... Jesus, I’m gonna sound like I’m going insane, which I probably am, but,” he let out another breath “I saw this person, this woman, standing in front of the barn and... it looked a lot like someone I knew back then. Before the outbreak, I mean.”

“Shit, didn’t think your memory was that good, old man.” Tommy joked, taking another sip of his pint.

That was the problem. His life 20 years ago and the one he was currently living felt like two different realities, he could have been mixing up his recollections. He wasn’t even sure he remembered her all that well, despite everything they’ve been through in a relatively short amount of time.

What he did know is that she was the type of person a kid would look up to: kind, passionate, crafty, incredibly smart and with a strange sense of humour. And while she was mature, she was also naïve, and indecisive, and petty, and emotional at times. But he remembered ardent feelings, feelings she displayed openly, without fear. The same couldn’t be said about him.

“Yeah, looks like all those hits to the head are finally taking effect.” he mumbled into his own drink, earning a chuckle from his brother.

“Listen, as long as you’re making sense, I ain’t complaining.”

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The two sat around for another hour, chatting to a few people that stopped by their table for a quick hello. Tommy was mostly doing the conversing as Joel still found it a bit hard to adjust to a life in a functioning community. While the former was busy talking about supplies for the new playground with Dennis (Danny? Dean?), Joel felt like he needed another pint and headed to the bar.

It was Friday night, which meant the Tipsy Bison was busier than usual, with everyone celebrating the end of the week. It took a lot of convincing from Tommy to get his older brother to go out for drinks. He rarely ever agreed, usually preferring to stick to the bottle of whiskey he was gifted when him and Ellie first arrived. Nevertheless, Joel felt like he was finally starting to recognise some of the faces around town, which for him was a small accomplishment.

Making it to the bar, he patiently waited for one of what appeared to be three bartenders to serve him. The conversations all around him were all blending together as a soft rock tune played in the background for more ambiance. But it didn’t stop him from singling out a particular voice, a laugh, among dozens. It sounded more mature than the one etched into the far back of his mind.

He looked up from his spot at the far end of the counter, searching for the source of the anxiety growing in his chest. It’s been twenty years. It cannot be her. You are working yourself up for nothing.

And yet he strained his neck to get a better view, and there she was. Her appearance had changed slightly, she looked more rugged, more...experienced. But it was her, or at least the older version of her. You’re losing your damn mind, Joel, snap out of it.

As if she were reading his thoughts, the woman turned her head and the two made eye contact. Her smile wasn’t the only thing that had dropped as the glass she was originally drying found itself in pieces on the ground. 

Joel’s ears began to ring and he found himself backing away from the counter, bumping into a few displeased townsfolk as his feet clumsily carried him out of the pub. He didn’t even realise how suffocated he felt inside until he took a big breath of the fresh evening air, leaning against a utility pole for support, not trusting his knees to hold him up. His thoughts were racing a million miles an hour, his heart was just about 10 pumps away from officially stopping.

“Mr. Miller?”

Her voice, faint and quavery, came from behind him. It ain’t her, you are seeing ghosts. Go home. It took everything in him not to run away, to get hold of himself and his emotions as the world felt like it was crumbling down on him. Finally, after what felt like hours, he braced himself and hesitantly turned around to face his past.

It was just the two of them stood outside in the dimly-lit streets of Jackson. The only sound that filled the heavy silence were the muffled noises coming from the wooden walls of the Bison. Her eyes, those pleading eyes, glistened ever so slightly with tears.

“Joel.”

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masterlist: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

[floreanfortescuetruther]

Autumnflower/Florean x August microfic ~ Red gloves

My main account is @yourlocalbadgerscales, I post microfics on @slitherpuffinstories! :3

Florean loved summer. And he hated autumn with a passion. He loved eating ice-cream in the warmth of the sun, he loved feeling the hotness from it on his cheeks as he tilted his head to face the endless blue sky. He loved the coolness of his father’s homemade ice-cream on his tongue as he sat and enjoyed the summer while it lasted.

But when July passed and autumn came, and the cold was on his skin all of a sudden, making his cheeks hurt if he sat outside for too long… when autumn came and made the world dull and grey and wet and cold, cold… ugh, how Florean hated it. The cold weather in the UK was torture for him.

So to be completely honest, he had no idea what had possessed him to step out the door today. He stood next to the road outside of his house, staring gloomily at the cloudy sky, indecisive of where to go. When he looked to his left, he saw a red glove on the empty, lifeless branch of a bush. He tilted his head and went to grab it. Florean held it in his own gloved hands, not sure what to do with it. So he pocketed it for now.

Suddenly, a voice was calling for him. Or someone, at least. He didn’t hear his name, just a slight panting and a “Hey! Hey, you over there!”. He turned around and was met by the sight of a boy his age, running towards him.

“Hey… I’m so sorry to bother you…” The boy seemed out of breath. Florean blinked and smiled carefully at him, letting him take his time. He hadn’t seen this boy before, or at least he couldn’t recall ever meeting him. Would probably remember if I had, he caught himself thinking.

The boy was wearing a red hat with a knitted little ball on top of it, under which a few strands of sandy blond hair poked out, stuck to his forehead. When the boy looked up, Florean noted that his eyes were a greyish shade of blue, like the darkest of clouds that had formed on the sky just now. The owner of said eyes flashed a tiny smile at him, revealing a little gap between his front teeth. The words Florean had meant to utter were caught in his throat, and suddenly he himself seemed short of breath.

“Er, I was wondering, since you stood here… have you seen a red glove lying around? I must have dropped it as I stood here earlier today, and now I can’t find it.” The boy looked past Florean’s shoulder. “Ah, I can’t see it… darn it. I’m really freezing.” He held up the hands that he had kept in his pocket until now, showing off the one gloved hand and a bare one. “It’s so cold today, isn’t it? I usually love autumn, I love the colours of the leaves and how they crunch when I walk on them, and summer is way too hot for me anyways. Oh, am I ranting again? Mum always say I do. I’m August, by the way. August Ollivander. Did you say your name yet? I seem to have forgotten it already, if you did.”

Florean had never felt more warm and fuzzy, not even in summertime. He smiled. For a boy who usually used to rant just as much as any kid, he was awfully quiet. He licked his lips and blinked a few times.

“I’m… I’m Florean. Fortescue.” He smiled warmly. “Nice to meet you, August.”

He was suddenly aware of the red glove he had in his pocket. He clutched his hand around it, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like giving it back just yet. So he pulled his hand out again and held it out for August to shake.

“I like Autumn too”, he lied. “Especially August.” That didn’t feel like a lie.

August smiled even bigger and took his hand, shaking it using his bare hand. It was pale but red at his fingertips.

“We could keep looking for your glove, if you like?”, Florean asked. “Or… we could go home to my place and get you warm again. My mum wouldn’t mind at all, she’ll be thrilled! I was just going home anyways, to eat ice-cream. I live right here.” He nodded towards the house right next to them. August’s eyes flickered over to the house and then back to Florean.

“Yeah, sure!” He laughed softly. “But ice-cream? In this weather? I usually only eat ice-cream in the summer, you know.”

“Oh, well”, Florean shrugged. “My dad says that you can eat ice-cream whenever, and I agree with him. At least you can eat the ice-cream he makes whenever. It’s so good! I promise you.”

August’s eyes widened.

“I knew that I recognised the name Fortescue!”

The two boys made their way towards the house as they spoke. August told Florean about the one time when he was eleven and his dad, a famous wandmaker, had made him find himself his own wand from the shop and had trashed the whole place while trying, and as Florean laughed his heart out, August took his hand and pulled him towards the house more eagerly. It wasn’t what Florean was used to when it came to friends, but he didn’t have the heart to pull away, not even as they entered the house and called for his mom to come to the door.

The rest of the day, Florean caught himself sighing softly, a big grin plastered across his face, every time August looked over at him and smiled at him, his freckly nose all wrinkled up.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

15 Lines Tag Game

tagged by: @carlosoliveiraa @clicheantagonist @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @la-grosse-patate @g0dspeeed @direwombat @aceghosts @sofrosine @nightbloodbix @kyber-infinitygems @corvosattano @voidika @roofgeese @thesingularityseries (thank you all so much!!)

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

(i failed to follow the rules and did 17 each, i'm indecisive)

tagging: @dickytwister @amalkavian @transcaster @shellibisshe @unholymilf @thedeadthree @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @harmonyowl @florbelles @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @marivenah @finding-comfort-in-rain @strangefable @efingart (no pressure of course, I'm late to this, sorry for any double tags)

“When you've seen the things I've seen, a little pig sticker cutting through a few layers of flesh doesn't mean much.”

“Blood on my hands or not, I don’t need to be saved. Not by you or anyone else.”

“I’ll bite you if you try and feed me.”

"Then let me do what I do best. I don't need the help, all they'll do is slow me down, make me take my eyes off the ball. You gotta let me win this fight the only way I know how."

"I'm not so delicate."

“Because I prefer to look into the eyes of the person I'm meaning to kill. Makes it more personal. I want them to remember the face of the person sending them to their maker.”

“I put my fucking neck out there every day for all of you – I have been from the start. Who else is having these crazy motherfuckers digging around in their head? Do you have Joseph Seed telling you you’re some fucking sign of the Apocalypse? No.”

"If I don't keep my promise it will be just another regret in a long line of them. My life started with regret – should've been a boy, never should've been born at all – my life will likely end with regrets too."

“Just a weapon. A square peg jammed into a round hole for so many years that my edges finally ground down, and now I fit only one thing."

"I might not have the scars on the outside of what my father did to me, but I think the ones I do have are the big scarlet letter about the kind of monster he turned me into."

“It’s a sad state of affairs when I'm someone people are happy to see after any absence.”

“Well shit, if you’re damaged goods then I must be fucking ruined.”

“I did what I had to do. Just following orders.”

“Some people just aren’t meant to be saved,” Kit muttered.

She smiled, an empty grin that creeped across her face but left her eyes cold and dead. “Trust me, Jacob should be the least of your worries.”

 “You know that old saying that God never gives you more than you can handle?" She scoffed, hands held at her hips, posed like a superhero. The demigod she had become. "He must have had quite the plan for me.”

 “I’ve made my mistakes. I hurt people. Innocent people . I can’t have you on my conscience too.”

1) “I don’t give up on anything, but I refuse to be a distraction."

2) “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

3) “Oh, don't worry, sir. I only save the bleeding heart act for the innocent.”

4) “He’s a charming fellow.” The venom in Rory’s voice wasn’t lost on anyone. 

5)“Just have to use my feminine wiles and sweet talk the prick, yeah?"

6) “I’m not particularly fond of having to be like that. I do what I have to. Intimidation, fear – they’re good weapons. But I’m not some sadist, I don’t enjoy it.”

7) “That's just life though, isn't it? It's the fucking pits, and then we die, and that's that. No point letting it ruin what bit of good there is.”

8) “I know. It was him or me.”

9) Laughing, she picked up her cigarette from the sand and took a drag. “I certainly wouldn’t lie about something like that, Captain.”

10) “Two on however many. I’ll take those odds.”

11) “What? You want my life story?” Her eyes narrowed, challenging him just enough. “Is this our first date?” she asked, lifting the MRE packet. “Really splurged on dinner.”

12) “Whatever it takes.”

(and some lines from the COD MW fic i'm working on)

13) “I know, I know. Bureaucratic bullshit, not my fault, can’t let it bury me. Got enough going on inside this head already, yeah?”

14) “Tell me I can help at least. Tell me I can do something. Don’t just let me sit here in this empty house, alone, not when I can be out there making things right. Tell me you’re going to need me on this one, John.”

15) “Love you too, prat.”

16) “Oh, please, no.” She shook her head. “None of the formality. I might sound like I have a stick shoved up my arse, but I assure you, that’s not me.” She held out her hand to shake, and was met by a firm squeeze by Garrick’s hand. “The pleasure’s all mine.”

17) “I’m not sure the simple act of trying to keep you alive is being ‘too good’.”