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gentlyweeps-world · 3 months

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Soon

summary: You and Logan act like a “married couple” and Oscar wants you two to get the hint.

pairing: logan sarge x reader

warnings: mention of alcohol and being drunk

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Oscar would often time joke that your trio was actually him as the kid, then you and Logan as the parents.

You and Logan would both deny that accusation, but Oscar was adamant.

“Man- thanks! I haven’t been able to get to the dishes, you’re a life saver..” Logan says as he walks past you in the kitchen, pressing a “platonic” kiss to your head.

“See! This is what I mean! You two are totally in love!” Oscar shouts from the couch, giving you a look.

“We aren’t in love- we’re just roommates who do stuff for each other..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes as you finish cleaning the dishes and taking care of the extra food you made.

“Yeah have you ever seen that one video? The one that distinctively goes over THE FACT TWO ROOMMATES HOOKED UP?!” Oscar shouts.

“WILL YOU SHUT UP!?” You hear Logan yell from his room, “IM TRYING TO NAP IN PEACE!” He adds on.

“Great Oscar! Now he’s going to be all grumpy later!” You huff out annoyed, which Oscar only looks at you like you’re crazy.

“You two are so dense!”

——

“Yeah mate- trust me this spot is good to drop” Lando says, pinning a spot on the Fortnite map.

You were streaming Fortnite with Lando, which was a bad decision- since he was a horrible teammate.

“Are you sure? I don’t normally drop here..” You say before Logan crashes into your room, unaware you were streaming, or that you had your camera on.

He goes straight to your closet, rummaging through your clothes. “Do you have my teal hoddie? Wait how many of my hoddies do you have?” Logan shouts, hoddies and shirts being strewn about.

“Is that Logan?!?” You hear Lando shriek, giggling at the situation as your and his chat goes crazy.

“Logan wait-“

“YOU HAVE TEN OF MY HODDIES?!?” He yells out, holding the stolen hoddies in his arms. You simply just stare at him, eyes wide with an embarrassed blush on your face.

“Logan I’m in the middle of streaming”

“Oh..” He says, the color from his face turning red as he instantly drops the hoddies. He walks over to your setup, looking into the camera, then glancing at the chat.

“Oh..” He repeats again, not saying anything else as he turns around and walks out of the room, shutting your door.

“HAHAHA! I’m telling Oscar!” Lando laughs out, already pulling out his phone to text Oscar.

“I’m going to kill you both!”

——

You were simply sitting on your sofa, scrolling through you phone as you pass the time up, until you hear Logan shout.

“WE HAVE PLANS?! We never have plans!” Logan says as he rushes to towards the sofa, “Why do we have plans..” He pouts out, falling down onto the couch next to you.

“Lily and Oscar wanted to go out for dinner, it won’t be too long” You say with a smile, reaching to him and messing up his hair.

“Fine…” He groans out, shoving your hand away.

Turns out it did take long, the dinner had turned into let’s go to a local pub, which was fine, you and Lily opted out of drinking.

So here you are, sitting at the bar as some random person approaches you, Logan not in sight- at least for you.

“Hey there, my name is Alex..” The person says, sitting in the available chair next to you. “Hi..I’m Y/n” You reply with a smile, not picking up any weird vibes.

You two soon get into a nice conversation, making small talk. Until you spot Logan. “Uhm sorry to say this but- my friend looks like he’s about to kill you, probably best you leave” You say with an apologetic smile.

“No problem, it was nice talking to you- and I don’t think that guy likes you just as a friend” Alex says before walking off.

Odd.

——

“Am I going to have to beat off the people with a stick?” You hear Logan ask, shoving his phone in your face as you watch an edit of yourself, one after you took P2 in your rookie year at Monza.

“Pardon me?” You ask with an awkward cough, grabbing his phone to scroll through the comments on the edit.

“Oh well- at least it boosts my confidence..” You say with a grin, until your eye catches something.

“Why do you have it favorited?” You ask, looking up at Logan and giving him a weird look.

“No reason!” He says quickly, yanking his phone from your hands as he rushes off to his room.

“Perv!” You shout out after him, only managing to catch a faint “fuck off” from him.

——

Now this time it was an unusual situation- this time you were the drunk one in need or care.

“Oh man you are wasted” Logan chuckles out, helping Oscar getting you to the sofa.

“Am not!” You slur out, hitting Logan’s shoulder as he places you on the sofa.

“Alright love birds, I’ll go grab you a hoddie Y/n” Oscar says, disappearing to your room to grab a hoddie.

Logan sits down next to you, grabbing your legs as he starts to take your shoes off for you. You didn’t complain or say anything- after all it was normal for you two, and it was comforting.

“You’re kind of like my child- you should call me daddy..” Logan says with a chuckle, grinning at you.

“What”

“Wait! No that sounds-..” He says, but it was too late, you had already slapped him across the face.

Oscar walks in mumbling about “you having too many hoddies” but stops in his tracks as he sees Logan, a red hand print on his face.

Oscar glances over to you, seeing shock and embarrassment on your face, you look up from your hand to Oscar.

“Did you just get slapped? Oh man- Y/n give me a high five!” Oscar says with a smile, rushing over to your to give you a high five.

“What the hell mate!”

——

“For the record I wouldn’t be against calling you that” You mumble out randomly, having stayed on the sofa too tired to move.

“I know, I saw the way your eyes lit up” You hear Logan say, you already knew he had a smug grin on his face.

You let out a scoff, “I hate you”

“Yeah I love you too..” Logan replies, his hand somehow finding yours in the dark of the living room.

You smile to yourself, lacing your fingers with his. “When will you two get together?” You hear Oscar sleepily mumble from his spot on one of chairs.

“Soon..” Logan replies, giving your hand one last squeeze before he falls asleep.

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cosmictulips · 1 year

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I'm Wishing... For the One I Love... to find me...today (PAC)

So this fun pac is all about Your Future Spouse & When You'll be meeting them.

Close your eyes and pick a disney princess ;) --- as always if you want more pacs feel free to follow me. I'm trying to be more active this year. and uhm, yea. this is part one of a series that I'm doing.

I am also open to doing exchanges and paid tarot readings. for more info feel free to look on my blog or reach out.

Coincidently, they are also in order of which they came out.

My pile 1's !

Who This Person Is ::

The Magician, the Hierophant, King of Swords, 10 of Pentacles, 09 of Swords, 05 of Pentacles

Yea so, this person is having it rough right now. they could come a rather difficult life, but regardless of whether or not it's a rough life or just a period, the thing to know about them is that they don't quit. they will work themselves to death if it means they can achieve their goals. they are very hard on themselves and will keep pushing and beating on a dead horse. they simply have a hard time letting go.

they are very intelligent people and because of that, they've been able to work smarter not harder ;) they have a strong foundation but -and I really can't emphasize this enough-, they really had to work at it. the money that they have, the friendships, connections, etc. came from a long line of suffering. dare I suggest this person has heavy saturn or pluto influence. just fixed energy comes from this person.

they are stubborn, they are witty, and blunt. but they are also soft and very wise. they aren't a boulder, they will move mountains. despite this anxiety that I'm picking up on, they are a marshmellow. they believe in the best and they believe that they deserve nothing but the best. and they believe that to be the case with everyone. this person is hard on others because they see the potential and want to push you to be better.

they are a giver. they will give you everything if it meant that you will fly. they've had to learn the hard way that you can't just give everything away. so don't be surprised if they come off as closed off to you. they lack alot in this life time but they know they can achieve greatness.

I think the fear of abandonment and never having enough to survive, drives them forward. they get in their head a lot. they are probably their own worst enemey to be honest. Taurus energy is coming through strongly but that's because I'm picking up on homebody vibes. this person likes to cook. likes to be surrounded by like minded individuals and things that make them happy.

there's a tendency to relax only when their body is ready to give out. they are stubborrrnnnnn. I can't stress that enough. they'll tell you to go shower and sleep but they'll never sleep and never shower because they're just too focused on what is ahead of them haha. definitely the type to be like "do as I say not as I do".

wouldn't be surprised if this person has some sort of management job or is doing their own thing. they're destined to have it all in this life time and they know it. I'm seeing someone with an intense stare, so definitely, don't.... be too shy around them. they will see your nervousness and feel anxious about it. they'll want to spoil you and protect you. definitely a lot of masculine, just strong energy here. even if it is a female.

they're also intuitive as heck but I think they let the worries get to them. they think that ... by branching out and thinking "illogically" will just hurt them so they try to stick to what they know. so you might have to change that way. they want to believe in stuff like Tarot, but their rationality will talk them out all the time. so get them into it lol.

if you can get them out of their head, and you will cause they're your person, you'll see a very loving, and spontaneous side to them. someone good with their words and loves to laugh. they have a smile that just lights up the sky bruh. it's so cute.

When You Two Will Meet ::

sooo I'm getting May -June, September- October. these can be birthdays, these can be literal months that you two meet. I'm also hearing gemini season which I think further throws May into the mix haha.

You two are going to be in a situation where you will talk... a lot. maybe someone introduces you two, maybe you both are late for the train and miss it and have to wait for another one. regardless, I see one of you making idle chat and then you both just go off . this person is extremely easy to talk to despite their kind of nonchalant gaze. and I feel like it's one of those things where you two will just keep running into each other.

I did pick up on other people being around so I have a funny feeling it's a public place. a party, a museum, idk. just someplace where you both might be thinking you're talking to your friends but it turns out it's each other. or you both just... it's perfect timing to be honest.

ALSO you could be meeting via a dating app. something about texting. I see a lot of texting and talking online.

My Pile 2's !

Who They Are ::

The High Priestess, The Magician, The Lovers, King of Wands, Queen of Swords, Page of Wands, 07 of Cups, 03 of Pentacles

so. this persons energy really wanted me to stress just how different they are to other people. strong neptune energy. they are like "I'm adaptable, I can do whatever you ask me to do and I'll still be me". so really, just strong mutable placements.

this person is kind of lucky. when I was getting the cards out for this, I kind of kept laughing. this person really has a great sense of humor and just enjoys being around things and people and places. travelers. probably the type to know a lot of weird things. like a lot, but of niche things haha. great conversationalists.

Very romantic people. might be a bit of a flirt. really good at getting what they want. they tend to bring good luck wherever they go. not the type to really be argumentive or defensive, but they sure as hell can be. they know how harsh the world is and they try not to let it get to them. they try not to use their words as a weapon. but they are sharp. don't let that happy go lucky attitude fool you.

they may be a bit indecisive. they like to do a lot of things... at once. maybe they have ADHD. they just like to see people smile. type to just go on spontanious roadtrips haha. they are very intutiive and I have a funny feeling that they might be into the mysical and the paranormal. I mean, with their wandering mind, they probably are.

definitely daredevils. I hear... that some of them might be good at baking. gardening. they take care of things. they're gentle souls. I feel like they're a gemini lol. maybe they have strong gemini placements or something. mercurial for sure.

people love to be around them. I think they're just good at getting others to work together. could be popular but to be honest with you, I think they're just talkative haha. people could just want to hang out with them. like, I see them knowing people, but very few actually get close to them. talkative, but ...secretive. ya know what I mean?

definitely some leo vibes going on. but, not arrogant. they just know how to have a good time and not take things too seriously. unless they need to.

I think... as for jobs, they might be inclined to help people. teaching, medical type stuff, theater even. music. they just... LIKE TO DO THINGS IDK. some of them might even do more mystical things haha.

When You Two Will Meet ::

some of you will meet around five months from now. the thing about the meeting is, I'm seeing you two meet during a time of... not necessarily failure but just saddness. maybe something doesn't really work out, maybe you're in the middle of a healing journey or they are. but they are just... sad. grieving.

maybe there's just some extesential dread. did I spell that right? dread lol. I think honestly, this has to do with the fact that while they are surrounded by people and are liked, they don't feel connected. and so when they meet you, they're going to be so inclined to be with you instantly. you two are like souls who are meant to meet. and they'll know it right away.

anyway, I see a rainy season. so maybe summer is important here. spring too but I really think it's summer.

My Sweet 3's!

Who They Are ::

The World, Strength, The Lovers, 09 of Pentacles, 02 of Wands, 02 of Cups

The first thing that came to my mind was just how much of a romantic this person is. they just have a zest for life. this person is also very independent and they enjoy just doing things that make them happy. I keep hearing nature, so I think this person might like to go hiking and being around animals. I'm seeing lots of trees in particular. I think they just like to be introvert haha.

they have a vivid imagination. they like to plan, and daydream and are very artisitic in their expression. very forgiving people. they have a very soft but calm vibe. I think this person tries not to let things get to them. they ... kind of struggle with self confidence. I'm getting this message that some of them really struggled a bit growing up and now they just... glow. they're used to handling things on their own.

It's kind of like number one and two. this person is very balanced. they have big ideas and they want to puruse them but I think things just keep falling out of place. they get stuck in their own minds about it but it hasn't stopped them just yet. they keep trying.

they have this strong gut instinct that something big is out there waiting for them. they're serious but also like... they tend to goof around. they know what they're looking for and won't settle for anything less. but the execution in their ideas, might need a little help.

they're very striaghtforward in their speech. people are very interested in what they have to say and I think it's because they don't say much. it's funny cause I feel like this person is just coasting by right now. like doing a "low end" job. but it's because they are aiming for the larger stuff. they're waiting for their time to shine. they're patient. it's honestly fascinating. they know something is going to happen. and they're not slowing down, but they know enough to wait.

very strong minded, wise and mature. capricorn energy is what I'm getting here but also aquarius and virgo. detail oriented.

When You Two Will Meet ::

August and September is kind of the time frame I'm getting here. I think also capricorn and virgo season is important here. this relationship is going to take time to develop. this person is very secure in who they are and they want to romance you. winter is also coming to mind but that kind of hits home with the capricorn season haha.

Idk, there's not much to say about this person and timing. they're quiet. but it's not a bad thing.

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #free tarot reading #free tarot #tarot reading #tarot #pacs

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tartt9 · 4 months

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uhm!! who are some footballers that jamie admires most! and why! does he learn anything from them?

The most obvious answer to this is Roy - Jamie's stolen just about his entire style of play from Roy, and it's obvious to just about anyone who's heavily observed the way Roy moved on and off the ball in his prime. Jamie's not even a little bit as violent a player as Roy was, but in regards to passing, dribbling, simply moving around the pitch, Jamie emulates Roy in nearly every way he can.

The second obvious answer - especially in recent years - is Paddy O'Gara. Paddy was Jamie's mentor at City, and when Jamie drops back into defence, you can see the things Jamie's learnt firsthand from Paddy. Paddy made Jamie a more versatile player, he was the one who really taught Jamie Pep's total football, because he was the one getting full 90 minute matches with Pep, while Jamie was on the bench more often than not.

Roy was more of an idea than a person, but he was always there through Jamie's childhood. When he was feeling down, Jamie could go on YouTube and search up Roy's highlights or interviews or even that charity rap he did and it'd make him feel better. Paddy was the first person on a team to see Jamie as someone with talent, but someone who needed help to be the best player he could be - and Jamie let him in. He wanted Jamie to succeed instead of desiring to beat him down because he was as good as he was, and Jamie deeply appreciated that.

Other than those two, he really respects the career and the personality of Ian Wright, who was not only extremely talented, but he loves the game, and he's a champion for the women's game now, which proved to Jamie that he's not just supporting things for show. He says what he truly believes and he sticks by his opinions. There's also a video of him being surprised by a teacher who supported him the way Georgie supported Jamie and it makes Jamie tear up every time he sees it.

Then there's the obvious Pep answer, Pep was everything Jamie strives to be on the pitch, creative, hardworking, passionate, who was a tactical genius and had extreme knowledge of the pitch at all times. Plus, he was flirty, he was fit, he was incredibly decorated. And the thing is... Pep knows all of those things about himself. He knows how good he is. Jamie gets a lot of his cockiness from Pep and you can't tell me otherwise. And there's probably Arteta-Pep Jamie-Roy comparisons you could make here too but I'm not going to brainrot that hard [ yes I am pep was arteta's hero and they both deeply trust and respect each other and they coached together and there's this ] and if Jamie were to ever coach someday, he'd want to be the type of manager Pep is.

He's got inherent respect for the captain of England at any given time, because he wants to impress him, because he wants to be him someday.

And then there are some players he used to admire but doesn't anymore for various reasons, whether it's behavior on or off the pitch, accepting a spot in the Saudi league, or just general the vibes were off when we met.

#answered !#headcanons !#lvebug #i tried to keep the rl football brainrot to a minimum and stuck with the lassoverse guys but i couldn't not mention wrighty and pep #it would hurt my soul if i didn't

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years

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The neighbor is being loud again and blupjeans?? :0 thankie !!

17. The neighbor is being loud again

((35 situation prompts - still accepting!!))

Barry, frankly, didn't mind a lot of shit. He wasn't the most patient or forgiving person, but he knew when to stay out of other people's business. He tried to treat people the same way he wanted to be treated, which was, to put it simply, to be left alone. So the first time the new tenant in the apartment next to him had a really loud party, Barry let it be. They were allowed to have fun, right? Who was he to stop them?

The second time- the very next night, actually- was a little more annoying. Barry had work in the morning. But they weren't screaming and their music taste was okay (not the flavor of music he enjoyed, but fine nonetheless) so he left them to it.

The third night in a row? Oh boy. Barry was gonna go over there and do something about it. But, y'know, talking to people is sorta hard sometimes, let alone people he had never met before. So he stayed in bed.

On the fourth night, Barry was gonna do something.

And it only took three more nights for him to actually work up the nerve to do it!

It was Sunday, a week after the new neighbor had first moved it. Barry had begun to dread going to bed. Like clockwork, the music started at 10:30 PM and Barry slipped on his shoes. He hadn't gotten dressed for bed yet. He could do that after he talked to them. He grabbed his keys by the door, the heavy bass of their music steadily rising in frequency, and walked the few steps to his neighbors' door.

He stalled in front of it for a few minutes. Was he overreacting? He felt like he was overreacting. But fuck, he was supposed to be representing his client in court on Tuesday morning and tomorrow would be necessary crunch time.

Barry knocked.

All at once, the music halted. Someone cut themselves off mid-laugh and the voices he had heard from inside silenced. It was not so quiet that all Barry could really hear was his own breathing. Something about the silence was now unnerving in a way it had never been before. Barry realized that he couldn't hear crickets chirping anymore.

The door opened just enough for someone to peak through and there stood his new neighbor.

She was taller than Barry by a good few inches. The heels probably weren't helping. She certainly looked like the life of the party. Her hair looked windswept, an organized set of curls. She had a red dress on. She was holding a red solo cup in her hand.

One of her ears was long and pointed. She must have seen Barry staring at it because she moved to tuck some hair behind her ear and suddenly it was back to normal.

"Uhm," Barry said. He had forgotten literally everything he had planned to say. "Hi."

"Hey."

They stared at each other. Barry wished he was back in his apartment. But it was too late for that, so he powered on.

"Uhm, I live next door-" he gestured down the hall. She didn't react. "-and I was just, uh, just wondering if you could tone it down a little bit? Don't let me stop you from- from having a good time! But I have work tomorrow and it's kinda hard to sleep with the music and the noise and all that."

She looked at him with a critical eye. Barry sort of felt like this was an entrance interview. He felt like he was failing miserably.

"Or- or not," Barry offered weakly. "You know, who am I to tell you what to do, right?" He laughed. She didn't respond. "I'm- I'll be going now, uh. Have fun."

He took a step back. And then another. And then he turned to flee towards his apartment, but her hand caught the edge of his sleeve.

"Barry," she said. Oh, great, she knew his name. Here he was, being the bad neighbor asking her to tone down her party, without even knowing her name. "Are you... chill?"

"Am I- what?"

"Are you chill?" she asked. "Can you vibe? What's your status on like, being cool."

"I..." Barry hesitated. He really needed to go to sleep. Maybe he was asleep, and this was a dream because the conversation had gone from sorta-good to I-have-no-clue-what's-happening. "I can vibe. I think."

"Great!" she said, yanking the door open and pulling him in by the sleeve of his jacket. Barry yelped and stumbled through the door. The noise started up again all at once. The floors were shaking to the beat of the music. Barry looked up.

It wasn't an apartment. Well, it was an apartment, but it was a fucked up one. The kitchen and living room were open, and all the furniture seemed to fade in and out of existence. The walls were made of stars, glittering almost too bright for him to see anything. There were dozens of people in here, more than Barry could fit into his own apartment, but the room seemed to go on for miles. It hurt his head to think about the dimensions of this room. Along the back wall, a row of doors were all opened and through them, Barry could see similar rooms.

When he looked back over at his neighbor, her ears had grown back to the long, pointy length. Her grin was now all teeth- sharp, threatening-looking teeth. She guided Barry towards a group of people. Barry was pretty sure only two of those people were humans.

"Fresh meat!" his neighbor said cheerfully, slinging her arm around his shoulder. Barry gulped. "Everyone, this is Barry. Barry, this is everyone."

He was going to be so late for work tomorrow.

#barry bluejeans #lup #blupjeans #kinda? idk sldkfsd #taz #taz balance #mine #asks #iwilltranscend #ise cube writing

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newwave-lesbian · 6 months

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hey green.... i don't actually have a question or anything to say at all.... uhm. I like your name. how's it going?

omg yippie thank you!! its going pretty good rn i am simply vibing listening to a-ha :)

#green is the best color and you KNOW how i feel about green gartside. love that wacky guy #so i simply had to choose it #btw your pronouns are cool are hell and so powerful!!!! kajagoogoo slay

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evansencezz · 1 year

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ミ★ミ★-BASH IT INTO A MIRROR—Ace Evergarden x Yandere Kacey—ミ★ミ★

Notes: jesus christ, i didn’t even wanna write more about Kacey’s bitchass but u bitches wanted it, yandere, kidnapping, threatening, degrading and praising, Godess!Ace, Ace is a wind godess, magic, fighting, blood, obessive behavior, knives, bottles, cocaine, i hate kacey, insane kacey bro fuck outta here, mentions towards past murder, bondage, non-con kissing, non-con touching, no, its not groping stop, stalker, pervy kacey bitchass get out bro, mentions towards past trauma, ace has abadonment issues, threats of dying, slight sucidical tendeices??, mentally ill people need to be locked up fr!!/j, ace is nice to kacey for the first half, they become friends, kace mainuplation, ramblings and my nerd knowledge about greek mythology.

TW; i am NOT aiming to romantincze anything kacey does in this prompt/ book. they are clearly FUCKED in a whole other level. no person should act like this in real life!

“I’m sorry, Ace.” The girl infront of her apologized.

The shorter of the two only mustered up a smile, sure enough to prove she was okay.

“Oh please, it’s fine. You know I’m good for it, Cel’.” She waved it off.

The black-nette only whined a little knowingly. She felt bad.

“Hey, why don’t we hit up a icecream place nearby?” She offered.

The other girl only blinked a few times before laughing nervously. Hadn’t she told her??

“Ah sorry, I must’ve not told you, I’m lactose intolerant..” She answered, grinning smallely.

The green eyed girl paused before sweat-dropping.

“Ah! I’m sorry! Erm..I’ll just leave you alone then, see you!” The girl apologized before spilting off.

Ace watched the girl leave before shaking her head. She was getting ready to head back to the main village but flinched when she heard a twig break and someone curss.

“Fuck!” They whispered.

God, they were so clumsy. Couldn’t they just observe their beloved in peace?! Well, it was too late now, she probably heard them.

“Hello?..” The non-mortal asked, making her way to the tree they were hiding behind.

They tensed slightly when she put a hand around the tree slightly and glanced at them. She immeditally reeled back and smiled nervously.

“Ah, hello there!…Uhm..can I help you?” She greeted before looking away.

She caught a good glance of the former. She had semi-short brown hair that seemed messy and hadn’t been brushed in a couple days. She also had a pair of bright red eyes with odd shaped pupils, almost the shape of hearts.

“Hello..?” She called to her, noticing she was only staring and not speaking.

The brunette flinched slightly and automatically apologized.

“Sorry, Sorry! Uhm..I was just looking around..” He nervously said, rather akwardly.

In his mind, it was better to pretend to be mentally sane then confess his undying love on the spot. After all, it would be best if she fell for him too.

The former only hummed, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Oh yeah? I haven’t seen you around here, and I know almost every villager..what’s your name??” She asked.

He tensed even more. There was no way he could just blurt out his name, the villagers never shut up about him.

“Um itssss..” She trailed off, eyes darting around.

Ace merly raised an eyebrow, confused. How long did it take to give your name to someone?

“It’s Riean! Just uh, Riean..!” She finally got out.

Ace only hummed and nodded. She didn’t completly believe them, but good enough, right?

“Hey, hey, uh..Your Ace Evergarden right??” They questioned, leaning close to the girl.

The blue-nette only manged a lopsided smile and leaned back slightly. Honestly, she didn’t like the vibe of them. Best to just play it off, though.

“Yep! That’s me!” She answered simply.

The other only grinned slightly and leaned back, stummbling slightly. She was atleast trying to act normal, and that’s what mattered, right?

“Say, I know your probably exhausted, so why not come with me for dinner?” She smoothly offered.

The non-human only blinked a few times. Offering already for something like a dinner?? Couldn’t that be classifed as a ‘move’, as you would say?

“Oh? Aren’t you smooth?” She questioned, even though it seemed more like a point.

Kacey only grinned and winked slightly.

“I like to believe so, yes..”

The shorter of the two only sighed slightly and tilted her head up slightly. She didn’t like the feeling of this, but yet again, did she really have a choice?

“Fine. You gotta’ place in mind?” She sighed before asking.

On the other hand, they were over the FUCKING moon. Who knew it would actually work?! Of course, their beloved wasn’t stupid, and they knew she was probably suspious by now.

A massive blush wanted to overcome their face, but they manged to settle it down. God, they could just imagine all her cute reactions once she found out what they really were!~

Would she hate her?? Would she finally end her suffering and strangle her or slice her down with her sword?! She wanted to know so badly.

“Riean..Riean?” Ace called out, gaining her attention.

Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as she looked at her. Her brown eyes shifted back and forth.

“Ah-Sorry, Ace..I know a place, c’mon!~” She snapped out of it and apologized before making a follow me motion.

The pair has eventually found a resturant. Oddly enough, Ace had never seen or even eaten here before. She tilted her head when the food the two ordered appeared infront of them.

She had simply ordered a glass of mango tea and a medium rare steak. Riean ordered something simaliar, but they way they ordered it..

“Oh, I’ll get the same steak! Just uh-make it so like it’s almost raw and bloody, k?” They said, smiling at the waiter.

The blue haired girl flinched and turned towards them, concerned. She ment, who liked a almost raw steak?!

“Alr..alright..that’ll be out for you two then..” He merly penned it down and left nervously.

“A bloody steak?? Are you sure?” The girl asked, eyes wandering towards her drink.

The short haired girl only smiled, slightly eerily.

“Course’ I’m sure! I like it raw, it gives it that feeling and extra texture and flavor, y’know?~” She causally answered.

‘NO, I DON’T KNOW, WERIDO!!’ Ace’s thoughts screamed at her. But she only placed a crooked smile on her face and laughed slightly.

“Right, ahaha..! Of course..” She said back.

The brown eyed girl only poked at her steak as she watched as they cut straight into theirs. They had red muck seeping out of it and she grimnaced, immeditally looking away.

“So, I know your like super well known and praised for being well..strong..but I have a few questions!~” They started, eyes mainly focused on their food.

The non-mortal only nodded and hummed.

“Well? I’m pretty much open to anything you could ask.” She merly said.

Meanwhile, Kacey took a piece of the meat and put it in her mouth. She didn’t want to look at Ace. If she did, she would probably more then not blurt out something.

“Just exactly..for how long have you been doing this sort of thing? Y’know, like helping townsfolk and expelling demons?” She asked.

The former hummed and finally took a few bits of her food. The meat was nice and tender, and had a slight burnt and smokey flavor to it.

“I would say atleast three years?? I mainly picked it up because people found out about me saving a whole town from a rogue mage.” She answered.

The red eyed female only nodded and the red on her plate colored the white purity of it more.

“Say, do you have any family? Like, siblings, mother, father?” She asked another question.

Ace only flinched slightly at the question. Oh no, her parents were long gone, or were they?? She didn’t know, considering she hadn’t seen them in so long. But she had Violet, and that was what mattered.

“I..I uhm..I have a sister..a younger one, obviously..” She answered, seeming more hesiatant.

Kacey picked up on this and immeditally put the fork she had a piece of meat on and comforted the blue haired girl. They also decided to be bold and place a hand on hers.

The other girl seemed to tense at this action. As her eyes darted towards the hand and then back towards Kacey.

“Hey, I’m sorry if I pushed too much..I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” They tried to comfort.

The other girl only tensed and smiled nervously and smallely. Kace thought it was cute.

“No-I..I just uh..” She tried to find an excuse, eyes staring at the half-eaten steak infront of her.

The marooned eyed male only hummed and said,

“Take your time, love. It’s my fault for making you panic anyway.”

The long haired girl resisted the urge to recoil at the name. He was already calling her names?? Wasn’t that a bit too fast?

She really should have said something, but he wouldn’t have listened. He enjoyed how she tried to have more mudane and muffled reactions instead of lashing out.

“I..I just don’t get asked a ton about myself..” She looked away and scratched her cheek.

The brunette only hummed and when Ace looked back, she noticed that they had already finished their food. The redness seeped on the plate, but their was no meat.

“Are you finished with your food, dear?” Kacey asked, sucessfully calling her yet another nickname.

She didn’t like it. But she couldn’t do much about it, sure she could say it made her uncomfortable but..

“Ah yes, I’ll pay then!” The caramel eyed girl jolted before digging in her pocket and pulling out a sack of coins.

The slightly taller girl only jolted and shook her head.

“Oh please, no need to pay. I’ll pay for it, plus, I was the one who dragged you here, right?” She protested, slightly touching the other again as she made her pushed her money away.

The other female only tensed slightly. Honestly, this girl was odd. It was like she would go out of her way to do stuff to ‘please’ Ace.

“You didn’t drag me here..I agreed, didn’t I?” The blue/nette asked a question of her own, but it was too late.

Kace had already placed her money near the reciept. A brown sack of coins, not too much. The food was good sure, but the prices were kind of worth it??

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” The short haired person brought the girls attention back to them and she only silently nodded.

The two looked around the area once they left the place. Ace tried to scoot away to make distance.

“Well, you probably have to go back to your house to take care of Violet, right?” Kacey asked.

The shorter girl immeditally jolted violently at the mention of her siblings name. She whipped around and stopped walking, eyes shakily looking at them.

The ladder tried to bit back the smile that threatened to form on their face.

“What?..” She whispered.

“What’s wrong, Evergarden? Did I say something?” She innocently asked back.

The long haired girl tensed and looked away nervously. She rubbed her eyes before grimnacing. She didn’t want to mention it, but she knew her younger sisters name?! It just didn’t make sense!

No one else in the village knew her younger sister by name! She turned towards the other and plastered a very shaky smile on her face.

“No, it’s nothing. I probably just heard wrong. Bye, Riean.” She reassured, probably more to herself.

She immeditally turned back around towards the opposite direction and started walking off. She didn’t even bother to look back, no way.

Meanwhile, the red eyed girl’s eyes followed her as she walked away. After a while, the reality hit her. Her face bathed in red and she cheered. Her heart’s rythm was extremely fast and her hands were shaky.

She had pulled it off!! She really had pretended to be sane around Ace and it worked!! Now, there was no way the girl wasn’t suspious about her, but still!!~

God, he remebered the pale or reeling back of her expressions. Espically when he mentioned that stupid younger sister of hers.

He was going to get his way. He was going to mainuplate Ace Evergarden into becoming his clostest friend. And then, he would let everything come crashing down, tell her his real name.

That he was Kacey, and there was nothing that should could do to stop him from having her.

Over the course of the next week, Kace and Ace were called ‘friends.’ Kace was overjoyed to been called that. but the godess on the other hand. Kace called her nicknames, got a little touchy with her, and even tried to ask more questions about Violer and her.

“Ace, hey, goodmorning!” Speak of the devil and they shall apear.

The brunette only grinned and waved at her. The said person was actually waiting on Ace, after all, they usually talked alot.

But..

“Yeah, goodmorning, Riean.” She simply greeted back before walking straight past them.

They blinked a couple times, hand slightly dropping. They side-glanced behind them and the shorter kept walking. They immeditally snapped out of it and followed after her.

“Ace?? Are you okay??” She inquried, walking now at the same pace as her.

The long haired girl didn’t reply as she kept walking. Kacey scowled and asked again.

“Ace! Hey, are you okay??” She said louder.

The said girl snapped out of it and boredly shifted her eyes over to the other. Her lips were pressed into a firm line and she didn’t look pleased.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just very busy and I need to be somewhere quickly.”

“No!-I..I mean, are you sure?? Are..are you really that busy..?” Kace blurted before correcting herself.

The blue-nette only flinched slightly at the sudden clingness of them. She moved back and looked at them with slightly wide eyes.

“Yes, I am that busy..what’s your problem, Riean? You’ve never acted like this before.” The girl only frowned and asked, shrinking away.

For a spilt second, a scowl of annoyance formed on their face but they didn’t say anything. Speaking of them, they had a jumbled thought process.

‘God this is fucking annoying. Why can’t you just work with me here?!’ They thought.

The long haired girl only sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Almost like the younger was giving her a headache.

“Look, I’m sorry I can’t put all my time on you. But you should know I am a very busy person. Not one person can have me all to themself.” She coldly said.

Kacey watched her as she spared them a passing glance before leaving. They scowled, annoyed.

“God damnit Ace..” They mummbled under their breath.

In all honesty, it was getting harder and harder to not let the facade slip. You know, that they were insanely in love with her?! It was getting harder and harder for them to restrain.

In all honesty, what did it matter anymore? Ace didn’t care about them, she never did. That was just the way she was. So she couldn’t hate them for calling her a dense bitch then, right??

Whatever, Kacey was done. It was suposed to be different. They were suposed to make the girl fall in love with them. But she was just too FUCKING stubborn!! Whatever, fuck!!

“Enough, enough!! I’m doing it, I can’t take it anymore!!” The obessive person yelled, stummbling in the opposite direction like a drunk person and trying to calm their thoughts.

Villagers gave them a scared look, of course they would. They knew who she was, and that she was labeled as ‘fucking nuts’. Whatever, they should all die anyway.

Kacey would get her fucking way, no matter who got hurt this time.

“No mercy, Kacey.” She told herself, laughing weakly afterwards.

No matter how much the godess hated it, she was slightly worided for Riean. Her gut turned with a bad feeling inside of it and she hated it. She hated how she helped people carry suppiles, patch peoples wounds up, and searched for monsters.

Speaking of, she currently pulled her trusty sword out of the defeated creatures body and sighed. It’s body dissapered like smoke and she selthed her sword again.

“A sudden infasation of these demons, Empusas desciendents. Not good, not good at all.” She mummbled, a grimnace covering her face.

Untheless, she shook her head and walked back to the main village. She entered the village and immeditally a familar girl with short black hair with dull purple eyes grabbed her by the arm. She flinched slightly but relaxed slightly but not all the way when she saw who it was.

“Hiraeith?? What’s the matter?” She questioned, noticing the girl’s stare.

“What’s the matter?! You didn’t tell me you were hanging out with Kacey!” She snapped.

Ace blinked a few times, obviously confused. The same heighted girl also blinked back a few more times, before furrowing her eyebrows.

“Please don’t tell me you don’t know who I’m talking about.” She frimly said.

“I don’t know who your talking about..?” The blue-nette smiled tensly and hestiatnly asked.

The other empowered girl sweat-dropped and stressily combed a hand through her hair. She almost face palmed before finally responding.

“The brunette with werid maroon eyes and heart pupils you’ve been hanging around with. What’s her name?” She asked.

The brown eyed girl only screnched up her face before replying.

“Riean?? Why??” She confusingly asked.

Hiraeith breathed out a scoff-laugh and looked at Ace like she was stupid.

“Oh yeah? I hate to break it to you, but it’s Kacey. She lied to you, Evergarden. She’s been lying to you this entire time.” She sarcastically mocked before poking the others chest.

The brown eyed girl was taken aback from this information. She looked away and pressed her lips into a firm line. For some reason, a gag reflex was building up in her throat, a sick churing almost.

“Look, you aren’t the first person they’ve taken an intrest in, and defentily not the last. But look at me, they are INSANE..and not the cute verison you see, the murdeous type of insane.” She gently grabbed the others face, making her have eye contact again before stuffing her hands in her pockets while explaning.

“There’s no way you didn’t notice it. The little slips and concering moments here and there?? Yeah, that’s the real them.” Hiraeith contuined.

The godess only just listened before unclogging her suddenly thick throat. It took effort for her to even speak.

“How do you know so much about this..?” She mummbled, eyes flicking everywhere.

Now, Ace Evergarden rarely got nervous. But it reminded her so much of…

Nevermind.

“Because she had a intrest in me once. Luckily, it was as bad as some of the ones I’ve heard of, just a small one. I’ve heard she’s killed people that she can’t have eventually, or maybe even eaten them alive!! Wait no, that’s not funny-..” The purple eyed girl shurgged before spooking out, and then cutting herself off.

The traveller only smiled stiffly and came a little closer to the other. Speaking of the ladder, her facial expression changed into one of confusion.

“Thank you for telling me about this, Hira’. I’ll be safe, and I can handle it on my own.” She reassured before pulling away and walking away.

The short haired girl was left in silence for a few moments before tensing and reaching a hand out to where Ace’s back was turned.

“Wait!! Evergarden, I-!!” She tried to call out but the said girl only kept walking, not even sparing a glance.

Hiraeith put her hand that she had up down slowly and frowned. If the blue haired girl doesn’t keep an eye over her shoulder at all times, she could get hurt.

“Even if she is immortal..” She whispered.

Meanwhile, with the traveller girl. She was walking through a familar forest again when a breeze blew past her. She whipped around but saw no one, it was like the wind was pushing her. Then she heard whispers and knew who it was.

“Anamais? What are you doing?” She called out to her wind spirted friend.

A small creature apeared, it had a floating body and light blue and white colors. It had a striped and diamond patterned body/ or clothes. It also had a black face with no mouth but beedy big yellow colored eyes, almost like a cats. And finally, a small leaf hat.

It zoomed around Ace, pushing her in a certain direction. She smiled slightly and held her hands out. The creature flew into them with no resistence.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, huh? Well, you seem to be in a happy mood, either way.” She asked before smiling more, changing it into a grin.

Her spirt friend only jumped happily in her hands.

“Say buddy, do you have any clue why there is a sudden increase in the monsters around this town??” She asked her friend.

All of a sudden, the wind creature started shaking ans aniamatic tears formed in its eyes. She startled at this and worriedly asked,

“Anmais?? What’s the matter?” She questioned.

She got a response from the poor thing. Only..the voice didn’t come from them. Instead..

“I might have a clue why your little friend there is so scared.” A familar voice answered.

Ace immeditally whipped around and was awfully close to Kacey. His brown hair which was always dishelved, was neat and combed. And his maroon eyes were still mostly calm, but with a tinge of distrubance this time.

“You..” Was all the godess got out, moving back a few steps.

Her suddenly cold hands clutched the shivering wind element in her hands harder. What was going on??

“Yes, me, your beloved Riean!~ Tell me, how’s your chores going?” The male only leaned back and grinned.

The blue-nette only harshly glared and pressed her lips into a firm line.

“I know who you are, Kacey.” Was all she said.

And oh, did this trigger a response! The male’s red eyes widened and his smile faded away. He blinked a couple times before plastering a much more faded grin on his face.

“What do you mean? Whose Kace-!!” They started playing innocent but Ace wasn’t having any of it.

“Don’t fuck with me! You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about. Drop the act.” She snapped.

The brunette’s smile completly dropped and her head hanged low. The non-mortal stared, waiting for something to happen until..

Kacey burst out in laughter, just pure laughter. The brown eyed girl flinched and immeditally clentched her spirt friend closer to her.

“Oh please!! Honestly..honestly, I was stupid to think my plan would work in the first place!” She shakily said, laughing still.

The former only narrowed her eyes and didn’t speak.

“Ah Ace, you know, your not that smart for a godess. I would’ve thought you would’ve caught on by now!~” She mocked, eyes glinting.

This offically bothered the other and she spoke up.

“Are you calling me stupid?” She bluntly asked.

The ladder only finally stopped laughing, but an amused grin rested on her face. Meanwhile, Ace couldn’t figure out what she was thinking!? She knew she was insane, but this was just werid..

“Oh no, darling. I would never dream to call my savior stupid!~ After all, If I insulted you that would just make you hate me more, but you probably already do, right?” She clarrifed before inquiring.

The long haired girl only tilted her head up slightly and glared down at her.

“Ahaha! You know, I’m surprised you haven’t started running or haven’t tried to end me right here, honestly.” She smiled at the ground, eyes drifting.

Ace finally let go of Animias and they flew away in the opposite direction almost immeditally. The red eyes and brown eyes both followed after it.

“What is your probelm?? I’ve heard that you’ve hurt people before, why?!”The caramel eyed one snapped, hands drifting towards her sword.

Kacey’s attention was brought back to her, not that it wasn’t always on her. He scoffed slightly before taking a quick steps closer, and leaning towards her. His one hand grabbing at her face extremely lightly and the other behind his back.

“Pleasee’, don’t pretend like you don’t want me, Evergarden..” He boredly said, mouth pressed sideways.

That was it.

The said girl swiftlt unshlethed her weapon and cut off a few strands of his hair. The males eyes widened as he moved back slightly and she mocked him, holding her weapon infront of her.

“What’s the matter? Plus, why would I ever enjoy that? Your some sick creep who can’t leave people alone, and insanely obessive is a major turn off.” She hissed.

The brunette blinked a few times before breathing out a short laugh. The long haired girl only scowled harder.

“Are you gonna’ kill me?! Please do! i wanna’ die, and to die at the hands of you would be an honer!” He held steady eye contact, eyes big and still shaky.

The godess made a digusted noise and pulled her sword away, not all the way back though.

“Are you insane?-Actually no, I know you are..why are you so fucking obessed with me?!” She started but changed her direction.

Kacey only tilted his head and squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking. She couldn’t understand him. Even if his movements were simaliar to..HIM.

“Because, I’ve read all about you..and you were just so..strong and pretty and self-giving. And then out of the blue, a traveller shows up and just starts helping people? Too convient.” They started explaining.

“So I watched you for a good while, nothing linked you to the wind godess, at least not yet! And then I saw it, you had your beloved sword out and stabbee it into a demon. Your pretty brown eyes had changed color and wind swirlled around you, not to mention your sword also glowed.” They laughed at the end of their final sentence.

“You’ve been stalking me?! W-How much do you know about me?! You can’t possibly know everything about me! You just can’t.” The blue haired girl startled before glaring again.

The slightly taller person only grinned unsettingly, it seemed almost like their eyes were glowing.

“No? Tell me, how do you feel about Oriean? You know, your precious fian-!” They started but where cut off by Ace grabbing them and shoving them to the ground.

The girl planted her sword right below the side of their head and she wrapped one of her hands around their neck. Kacey’s face immeditally switched and bathed in red.

“Oh! Are you going..ngh!-!” She couldn’t even mange a setence out because Ace squeezed her neck tight.

“Kill you? Yeah..I’m thinking about it. Now answer me, how the FUCK do you know about..HIM?!” She breathed out before tightening her hold on the others neck.

The short haired girl only breathed hoarsely. She had a small grin on her face and her eyes were bulging, probably from the loss of air.

Untheless, Ace let loose her hold on the pinned down one’s neck regretablly.

“As I said before, I read sooo much about..ha..you, my love…why..why can’t you just see that I love you..?” She panted before grunting out.

The godess had one of her hands on the top of her sword and rolled her wrist aganist it. Her other hand was planted besides Kacey’s head.

“Is that seriously what this is about?! Love?!” She disbeliving asked.

The other stummbled around and held her side slightly. Her eyes with those stupid, fucking heart pupils seemed to grow. She smiled, but more gently this time. It still didn’t set her unease.

“Yes, of course. I love you, I love you so much, Ace!! If you would just believe that I’m nothing like him!-!” She was cut off by the other shaking her head.

“No, your exactly like him. You sound exactly like him. Just go, go away before you force me to do something I won’t regret.” She angrily snapped before waving her off.

The brunette’s smile wavered, before dropping completly. And then, it happened. Ace felt a presence behind her but it was too late, the thing had already wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed.

“Ack!!-Stop..! Stop stop..!” She winced before wheezing out.

Kacey only watched as the member she had inscurted to come along with her at the right time choked out her beloved. She didn’t want to hurt her beloved, she really didn’t. But Ace was just so fucking stubborn!

Speaking of, the godesses vision became dark, spots bleeding in. She weakly raised a hand and almost reached for her sword but the mortal kicked it away.

“Ah, just go to sleep, Darling. Your just making it worse by struggling.~” The now fully relaxed Kacey whispered, watching as the others eyes rolled back before falling unconcious.

The person who had choked her out still had a firm hold on her neck and was still choking out air. This made the maroon eyed person glare at them harshly.

“Fuck! Let her go already, dipshit!” They harshly said, immeditally ripping their beloved from the others arms.

The guard merly bowed slightly and Kacey scoffed. They hugged the girl’s body closer and pressed their lips into a firm line.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We are going back to my main house, also, make sure she’s restrained well.” They bluntly explained before lifting Ace’s body bridal style and carrying her.

The guard remained unmoving for a few seconds before following after them. Was their master totally insane, oh, defentitly. But if they manged to get their way, what couldn’t they do?

The solider only shook their head, their helement making a clunky sound in protest.

The next time Ace awoke, she was in some sort of large room. The room had a chair, sitting across from her and alot of space actually. The walls were a bleak grey color and scribbled on with small notes and messages.

There were also stacks of books littered around the chair and some behind it. When she squinted her eyes, she could make out that some of them mentioned greek mythology. Her hands were tied behind her back.

“Fuck..fuckfuckfuck..! Not good..fuck how did you lose, Evergarden..?” She mummbled to herself harshly.

Her eyes also grew slightly distrubed when they landed on a specfic area, on the wall. It was a complete almost memorial or statue of the girl. There were tons of photos and even some things she owned that she thought at first she had lost, like a coin she held in her hand, or a hairtie.

The godesses wrists actually burned when she tried to yank on the ropes that tied them together. And when she tried summoning some wind magic to bring something close, or knock over the chair, it felt like something was squeezing around her heart.

After a while of this cycle, she grew exhausted. She only grew more alert when she heard the door to the room, which was on the other side, open.

“Ah, good morning, my love!~” A familar voice greeted warmly.

But whatever filled Ace when she heard that voice was anything but warm. Kacey walked into the room, looking simaliar to their regular apperance. Only now, she noticed how big their pupils were. Of course, those stupid heart pupils were always big, but now it looked like they were on something.

“Are you on something?” Was all she manged to ask.

The big eyed person only manged a bigger grin. They already a lovesick expression on their face, and it was just modiffied.

“Just my love for you, Ace.” Was all they said.

‘What a load of shit.’ was what she thought to that.

They walked over to the opposite chair, leaning aganist it as they sat.

“Did you try and escape?? Actually no, don’t answer that! I know you did, I saw you on the cameras! Cute, really.” They asked before answering it untheless.

The non-mortal was disgusted. In return actually, they were worried for Violet. Sure, they hadn’t talked much, but how would she surivive without Ace?!

“What’s with that look on your face? Are you worried about your beloved sister?” Kacey asked yet another question.

Ace only scowled at him and raised her head slightly.

“Where is she?!” She snapped, face twisted in displeasure.

The ladder only sighed, a puff of air coming out. Before, he rested his cheek in his hand and gazed at her with a lazy grin.

“I didn’t do anything to her, at least, if your good nothing will happen. I’ll send out people to check up on her and tend to her.” He brushed off her concern.

The caramel eyed other squinted her eyes at him. She didn’t like it, she didn’t like it at all. She hated being treated as if she was naive.

“What do you hope to gain in all of this?! I hope you know that I will never love you!!” She questioned, voice almost dripping with rotten intentions.

Kace only raised his expression in fake surprise. She hated the way he mocked her.

“Of course, I know that. I’m not trapping you here for love. I just don’t want anyone else to see you, or touch you, no one but me. If I can’t have you, then no one else can.” He truthfully answered.

Ace made a disgusted expression. The short haired girl took this as a sign to grab her forearm and lean a little closer.

“See? You better get used to it!~ After all, you’ll stay here until I die, because I’m a human!~” She exampled before pointing out the obvious.

“Your sick.” Was the response she got.

The marooned eyed girl actually seemed bothered by this. Her eyes darkened and she leaned even closer. Her smile faded completly.

“I’m the sick one?? No, there’s worse then me out there. Like Oriean, which one of us is better? You tell me, Ace.” She hissed.

But before the said girl could reply, Kacey had connected their lips. When the blue haired girls head went to go jolt back to break it, the others hand tugged her hair, litterally ripping a few strands out.

Her eyes were wide and her face was pale stricken. A drop of sweat rolled down her cheek and her mind was trying to make sense of what was happening.

When the other did pull away, she leaned back in her chair completly. A sickening grin rested on her face while Ace looked at her in shock and horror.

“So, which one of us is the better kisser, Evergarden?”

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what am I now? | part 2

-read part 1 here-

real estate agent doyoung x fem reader

genre: semi-established relationship (’what are we’ vibes), fluff, smut, bit angsty but soft, fuck buddies to lovers, domestic

warnings: + 18, explicit sex scenes [unprotected, biting, dirty talk, emotional sex, nipple play, wet dreams and sleep talking, praise, implied cum play, fingering, cockblock moments lol sorry], issues communicating bc they’re dumb but it gets resolved

words: 5.6k

hehe have this as a random treat before I release the monster that is “i want nothing on me but you part 2″

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When you told your grandma the location of your new apartment, you were just tending to your granddaughter duties as well as sharing the good news - definitely not expecting her to show up at your doorstep all of a sudden.

It was a random Tuesday morning and because of your shameful job, she knew you’d be home in pajamas writing away.

Well, that - usually. Because that morning you weren’t wearing anything and the writing you had to do was being sought out physically instead.

Your grandma tightened her eyes as soon as you opened the front door instead of saying hello. You must have looked terrible.

“Hi grandma,” you breathed out. I was working out. I was watching a horror movie. I had a panic attack- The excuses were roaming your head as to explain your dishevelled look.

“Are you with a man?” she casually asked before you could add anything else.

“What? Uhm wait-” you tried to talk but she just passed you by and entered the apartment after quickly leaving her shoes near the entrance.

“Not bad at all,” she commented with a few nods, eyeing the space and passing one finger over your furniture as if checking for dust. She left her bags on the couch and quickly walked over to the kitchen for further investigation.

“Granny, you didn’t call,” you put on a pained smile, following her around. The thought of her barging into the bedroom and finding a naked man on the bed was making you feel faint.

“Is the gentleman coming out anytime soon? I’ve been walking around for a while now, waiting for him to be presentable.”

You felt your whole body fold.

She looked serious but the glint in her eyes told you she was having fun.

“Good morning,” said a careful voice and you looked over your shoulder.

A fully dressed Doyoung was standing near the kitchen door, face as polite as possible. But his eyes were panicked as he glanced over at you for a second.

Granny’s face got illuminated by a big smile. “Who do we have here?”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Doyoung,” the man said while extending one arm and shaking Granny’s delicate hand.

“Oh! The real estate agent,” she said. “Y/N here told me a lot about you.”

You gulped, regretting with your whole life that time you called her and told her a stupid real estate agent called Kim Doyoung didn’t manage to sell you the house of your dreams and that you hated his guts.

Doyoung’s expression shifted into a pleased smile. Poor thing didn’t know Granny was talking about you calling him names and insulting his whole being. Well, that was before your relationship changed! you justified yourself to yourself.

Grandma unfortunately wasn’t up to date.

“Granny, he’s-” you started then stopped.

My boyfriend.

My boyfriend?

You and Doyoung never talked about that confession scene you had with him while he was balls deep into you.

Boyfriend and girlfriend? All of sudden?

“Her boyfriend?” Doyoung finished your sentence, a bit unsure of it himself. He said it simply yet his eyes searched for yours as if asking if he did the right thing.

You felt your lips stretch in a smile before letting out an embarrassed giggle.

“Yeah,” you wrapped yourself with your arms.

“Well, that’s great,” Granny seemed pleased.

Yet, when she was about to leave, hours after your fun lunch together eating her incredible dishes that you and Doyoung were too losers to be able to help cook, she pulled you towards her and whispered.

“How long have you two known each other, sweetheart? I remember you telling me so many bad things about him."

She was in the frame of the entrance door, shoes on her feet and a smile on her face. You knew that smile. It was saying you were doing something wrong but she was too kind to show it openly.

You thought about it.

“Roughly a few weeks. Almost a month actually,” you replied slowly as if ashamed of it yourself. "But he's a kind man, Granny. He helped me find this apartment."

Granny looked at you above her glasses. “You know I don’t care at all if you have one night stands. Or booty calls, or whatever you call it these days. I used to sleep around all the time. You don’t have to tell me he’s your boyfriend because of that.”

You gulped scandalized trying hard to forget that your Grandmother just told you she used to sleep around.

“No. He’s- actually he’s…” you tried to explain that Doyoung was indeed your boyfriend and you had real feelings for him, but while saying it you realized you weren’t sure about it yourself.

Did you have feelings or was the dick just too good?

Did he even like you?

“I’m not stupid. You can’t have a boyfriend after a few days of meeting each other, can you?” Granny smiled as if sharing a secret and you found yourself imitating her smile even if you didn’t feel like smiling.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“Alright. Have fun and be careful not to get pregnant.”

_____

Doyoung didn’t mean to eavesdrop but the kitchen was so close to the entrance door that he couldn’t just close off his ears, could he?

Well, he did turn off the water while washing the dishes to be able to hear better, but he didn’t consider that eavesdropping. Just being environmentally aware.

“He’s- actually he’s…” he heard you stuttering.

He waited to hear you say it since he saw your expression earlier.

“Boyfriend,” he said and you looked at him scandalized.

Wasn’t he?

To be completely fair, you two never discussed it but Doyoung thought asking “so what are we?” a bit juvenile. Now he regretted not having asked openly.

Making out passionately, talking every day and cuddling felt very much dating for him. Or was he the only one being weird about it?

Your sigh travelled across the corridor after Granny left and Doyoung started to wash that pristine cup he has been washing for 10 minutes now. He looked over his shoulder and saw your polite smile.

“Sorry about that," you said.

“About what?”

Grandma coming over or you lying to her? Or lying to him?

You sat down on the barstool and rested your elbows on the kitchen island.

Doyoung’s back looked great in his fluffy sweater. You hugged it many times in the past few days, wrapping your arms around his waist and inhaling his already familiar scent.

“I put you in a weird situation with my Grandma. She came over all of a sudden. It was very embarrassing.”

Doyoung gulped.

Your grandma meeting your sneaky link could be considered embarrassing, yes.

But he thought he was your boyfriend. That shouldn't have been embarrassing.

“It was okay. She’s great,” he reassured you.

“Listen, Doyoung-”

The young man let the cup fall into the sink and turned around, leaning over the counter and kissing your mouth deeply.

Listen? No. He didn’t want to listen to it.

Were you about to break up with him? If that could be considered breaking up at all.

Your words died in your throat and you closed your eyes a few seconds after feeling his soft lips on you.

Then you got up, sliding your palms on his face and leaning in towards him as well.

The way you kissed him back didn’t feel like you wanted to tell him to disappear from your life, so he relaxed.

“Okay. What is it?” he finally whispered so close to your lips that you didn’t want to open your eyes.

You took in his pretty face, his deep eyes and plump lips, his little dimple and the beautiful scar near it.

“I forgot,” you said.

_____

Listen, Doyoung. I think we should discuss our relationship - are we dating or not? you were about to say.

But what if he said he had no serious intentions? Every man is ready to swear love while inside a juicy pussy. What if he didn’t want to date you as you thought you were doing? The fear of finding the truth stopped you from talking.

Head on his shoulder and his palm on your thigh, eyes glued on the tv screen drinking in the latest drama episode, you tried to push the moment you had to confront him as far as possible. Doyoung’s fingers were drawing little circles on the softest part of your leg and you nuzzled your face into him even more.

“Are you sleepy?” his airy voice caressed the top of your head.

It wasn’t late but he didn’t make you sleep much the previous night.

“A bit,” you lifted your face to be able to see him. “I don’t want to go to sleep alone though," it slipped.

You blinked faster, worried about his reaction.

But Doyoung smiled. He was actually right about offering to go home and let you rest alone.

“My plants are probably all withering right now,” he explained.

Your expression got even more serious and you sat up. “You want to go home?”

Doyoung searched into your sudden change of expression for what your feelings were.

“I don’t,” he gently shook his head.”I just thought that maybe you wanted me to leave.”

“I don’t!”

He nodded. “Alright.”

It’s not like you’ve been staying over because you’re doing me a favour, right?” you tried to make sure. That was the last thing you wanted.

Doyoung laughed. “You think I’m that good of a person?”

“Yes?”

Doyoung licked his lower lip and cupped your face. “I’m flattered you think that, but I’m here because I want to. Besides, all of my plants are fake.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to get back to your previous position.

“C’mere,” he said instead, suddenly lying down on the couch.

He patted his chest and you stared at him for a moment. Just that morning you were riding him and all of that jazz, yet it didn’t feel nearly as embarrassing as cuddling while on top of him. Slowly and gently you let your body down and he welcomed you in his arms. His heart was right underneath your ear, beating at a steady pace as you rested your head on his chest. His scent, the scent you felt everywhere in your apartment, on your pillows, on your clothes, on your hair, felt like yours.

“Can you sleep like this?” he whispered.

Could you sleep? Hell, you felt like dreaming already.

“Yeah,” you replied with a tiny voice. His legs moved to accommodate your body between them and then he sighed, eyes back on the tv while one of his hands lazily played with your hair.

_____

When you woke up it was pitch black. The only thing telling you that you weren’t dead were the occasional cars passing by underneath your living room windows and Doyoung’s body warmth underneath you.

You tried to remain as still as possible as to not wake him up but the stiff position really made you want to wake him up and move together to bed. The last thing you wanted was him breaking his back on that cheap couch.

You’ve never just slept together before. It was always after a long sex session and although your grandma probably wouldn’t have believed you, actually not many of those happened after that first one. The novelty of the intimate situation made your chest tight and lost in your confusing thoughts, you jolted when Doyoung suddenly spoke.

He said your name with a half voice. You tried to distinguish his features but it was too dark.

“Doyoung?”

His breath felt steady as if still deeply sleeping but his lips were open. Then he said your name again, this time clearly.

“Yes?” you tried again.

He didn’t reply, and you settled with the thought of him talking in his sleep. You wondered if it was okay to wake him up while sleeping so deeply.

“Fuck-” his deep voice then sounded clearly again. The realization of what he might be dreaming about crept on you and you felt hot all over your body. His fingers twitched on your back and his muscles had little spasms. You felt as if it wasn’t right to just stay there and listen so you called his name again.

“Doyoung,” you shook him gently by touching his chest. “Wake up.”

The young man moved in his sleep, little whines on his lips before opening his eyes with a small gasp.

"You were dreaming," you whispered with a soft tone to not scare him.

“I might be still dreaming,” he mumbled with a pasty mouth, feeling your body on top of him with his hands.

You chuckled. “That sounded like a pretty fun dream.”

Doyoung pulled you down until nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “It felt pretty real.”

“Let’s go to bed then. We’ll catch a cold.” His hair felt soft on your cheek.

Doyoung shook his head. “I feel pretty warm-” his voice sounded muffled against your skin. And before you could add something, you felt his open mouth on it, gently kissing the base of your neck. You gulped at the sensation and hoped he didn’t hear the little sigh escaping your lips.

“Are you not going to ask me what I was dreaming?” he wondered after a moment of you almost whining.

“While calling out my name? I think I know what it was about,” you joked.

He chuckled, letting his head back on the couch to be able to see your face. “I actually talked in my sleep?”

You looked down at his sleepy expression as the headlights of a car illuminated the room and you couldn’t help yourself from leaning and kissing his lips once.

“Yeah.”

“You asked me to call your name in my dream,” he whispered, kissing you once back.

“What was I doing?” you wondered.

Doyoung exposed his teeth in a teasing smile and you traced his jaw with your index finger waiting for him to start the tale but he just grinned another time.

“If you want real me to do what dream me was doing, you have to share what was happening,” you added.

Doyoung licked his lips once before talking.

“So we were on a couch too, but it was different from this one. It was similar to the one I have at home. You were lying down and I was kissing your neck. The whines came quickly as I sucked your skin, knowing you didn’t mind if it got sore. As you grabbed my belt, I clasped your wrists together and I got you pinned with your arms above your head. Be a good girl and perhaps I’ll think about making you cum,I said” and the real Doyoung in front of you telling the story smiled teasingly.

“Oh really? You said that?”

He nodded, proudly.

“And what did I say?”

“I was so sexy that you couldn’t speak of course, so I asked if you could hear me. One of my hands touched your breasts and you were not wearing a bra so I was surprised.”

You laughed at the story and Doyoung watched you amused as well.

“Then what?” you wondered.

Doyoung kept going. “You giggled and said that you hoped I’d go see you that day so you didn’t wear one on purpose. Then I did this-” he reached the hem of your t-shirt and lifted it slowly.

Your eyelids fluttered feeling his warm palm going up your stomach. He felt one of your soft cups in his hand and your lips touched ever so slightly when he squeezed delicately, breathing in each other's air.

“I bit your nipple, letting my tongue circle it afterwards, soothing the sudden sweet pain then biting on it again, stretching it out, sucking on it,” he whispered and you weren’t sure anymore if he was talking about his dream or what he wanted to do to you at that moment.

Your breaths started to grow deeper and his body stiffened under yours when you shifted on top of him, fully straddling his waist.

“Then what?” you asked. Doyoung let his eyes go from your face to your chest, adding his other hand to the party.

“Move a bit to the back, would you?” he smiled and you imitated his expression. His hard cock was poking your thigh and you also wanted to sit on it. But not yet.

“I said, then what?” you ordered, grabbing his chin gently.

Doyoung’s tongue poked his cheek at your reply. “You were like this in my dream too. A little brat. You lifted yourself from the couch and I pushed your wrists down even more because of this attitude."

You leaned down. “Mh, really?”

His breath was hot on your lips and so was his tongue when he took it out and slowly outlined them with his wet tip.

“Do I have to tie you all up? Huh? I bet you’d like it”, did you tell me something like this?” you wondered.

You opened your mouth and took out your tongue too with a little moan, trying to catch him into a kiss, but he chuckled lightly and let you feel the air instead.

“Yeah. Bad girls don’t get to kiss though,” he murmured. "But if you really want it-” he pressed one finger on your lower lip and opened your mouth. Your thighs tightened their hold around his waist and you pulled him towards you, even more, when he finally shoved his tongue inside, kissing you deeply, grunting as he let your chest go to wrap your body with his arms instead.

Making out like that, in the dark, just touching and tasting and hearing, drove you insane. You moaned into his mouth when his hands slid from your back to your ass, pushing you down even further. He was impatient and he dug his fingers into you, caressing you until meeting the hem of the t-shirt again. You broke the kiss and smiled at him teasingly, sitting up and discarding the fabric on the floor. Doyoung’s breathing got quick and he was just as quick to unclasp your bra, staring at your body as if drinking you all up, hands caressing it as if you were a goddess. His touch made you roll your eyes back but then you placed your palms on top of his hands, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down above his head just like he did to you in his dream.

“I am in charge tonight,” you whispered languidly and Doyoung’s eyes twinkled in the darkness. You felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants as you moved on him, his lips unable to form anything besides soft pants. You let his wrists go, trusting that he will keep them there. He liked the position and smiled at you while you leaned down again. You chuckled softly at the way he jolted imperceptibly when you breathed into his ear, and when you took your tongue out to outline it with the tip, he actually moaned, hips bucking up into you.

“Shh,” you kissed his neck slowly, leaving wet traces on his hot skin until meeting his shoulder, biting down on it and sucking on the skin until you were satisfied. Doyoung’s expression was priceless as you kissed his jaw, blown-out pupils and quick short breaths.

You wanted more.

With dancing fingertips you slid your hand under his shirt, palming his toned stomach and enjoying the way his muscles twitched. He sat up as you dragged the fabric and he let you get it off of him. But then he didn’t lay back down.

You smiled and pressed your hands on his chest, pushing him. Yet he didn’t budge, finding your ass a better fit for his hands rather than above his head.

“I said, tonight I am-”, you tried to speak but he shut you down, pressing his mouth on yours, pulling you roughly towards himself. The shorts you were wearing were all raised up and the smack on your bare ass resonated in the whole room. You mewled at the sensation.

“Oh yeah?” he whispered on your lips. He let his legs down, sitting comfortably on the couch and you let yourself be handled until he positioned you on his lap as he wished, your arms around his neck and mouths close. Your chest was all squished on his as he kissed your lips, then he ventured on your neck. Your eyelids fluttered at the sensation and your fingers disappeared into his soft hair. Doyoung kissed your skin and bit it and sucked on it, his low hums resonating deeply into his chest. And when he reached your hard nipples, you mewled, looking at his plump lips around them. His wet tongue swirling around them distracted you so much that you barely noticed his hand caressing your navel. Only when he reached your clothed pussy, delicately feeling its warmth, you moaned, choking on your own voice. You slid on your knees on the floor and Doyoung stared, breathless, at the way you got rid of your shorts and soaked underwear.

"Fuck," he whispered when you stood up in from of him, his hands quick to grab you by your ass and pull you back towards him. You leaned down and palmed his cock, kissing roughly before dragging his pants down. He helped you out desperately, lifting his hips, wanting you to sit back on him again. When you did, straddling his thighs, you both breathed out, the shaky airflows becoming one. He palmed your ass and you guided his cock towards your entrance. You both silently gasped as you sat on it, slowly lowering your hips and when you reached the base you inhaled through your teeth. Doyoung peppered kisses all over your jaw and neck, letting you decide when to move. And when you started to bounce gently, hands on his shoulders and little whines coming out of your over kissed lips, he closed his eyes, throwing his head back.

"Shit," he breathed out, gently guiding your hips. "Just like that, baby. Ah, fuck me just like that."

You stared at his neck and collarbones through your lashes, then he opened his eyes and the eye contact made you moan.

"That's right," he praised you, hands roaming your body as you kept going faster and faster. In the silence of the apartment, the wet sounds and your whimpers made you dizzy. Doyoung's breathy and rough voice hit you in the chest while whispering nothingness. The look of adoration in his eyes made you weaker than his touch.

How could you ever stop seeing him?

The overwhelming feelings made you wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face into the crook of his neck.

Doyoung did the same, hugging your waist tightly. The movement became sloppy until it almost stopped.

"I don't want you to go," you suddenly whispered in his ear.

Doyoung made you look at him by gently grabbing your chin.

"I'm not going anywhere," he replied.

"I mean, ever," your tiny voice added.

Doyoung blinked a few times as processing, then smiled, pressing his lips on yours once before talking on top of them. "Ever."

Your chest felt tight and liberated at the same time and you were afraid you were about to burst into tears.

"When did we start to like each other this much?" you asked with a timid smile.

His cheeks lifted.

"When you asked me to be your boyfriend so you could get the house."

"Right, you mean when I tried to use you. Had no idea you were into that stuff," you tried to joke.

Doyoung's eyes twinkled and his hips snapped upwards. Your eyes rolled back and you bit your lower lip.

"I am into that stuff," he replied, taking control over the movement.

Your foreheads touched and your moans kept getting louder just as Doyoung's thrusts got deeper and quicker.

"Say again that I'm your sneaky link and not your boyfriend and you're not cumming."

You wanted to laugh but your brain was too foggy.

"But you're into edging. I'd only do you a favour," he added with his husky voice.

You nodded with a fucked up smile and Doyoung chuckled.

"You're so wrecked and I haven't even finished with you yet."

Your unintelligibly moans just made him even rougher, fucking you like it was the last time he could. Or the first ever.

"Fuck baby you're going to make me cum so quickly," he grunted, hips bucking up deeply and slowly. You started to bounce again, alternating moving up and down to roll your hips and Doyoung's fingers dug so deeply into your ass that you were sure it would have been sore the day after.

"I want you to cum," you whimpered against his ear, leaving wet kisses on his jaw and finally lips.

Your name was on them like a mantra and his arms muscles were so flexed a single vein pulsed across his biceps. With the most sinful sounds and pleas, curses filling the air, he released inside of you. His hands on your waist were shaking and you decreased your movements until they almost stopped. His eyes searched for yours and then his gaze fell on your body, going down to see the way his seed slowly slid out of you.

"I'm going to fuck this cum back into you," he rasped.

_____

You opened your eyes to a breathtaking Doyoung sleeping on his side. You watched the sun shining on his skin and luscious hair and smiled. With a timid finger, you touched the back of his veiny hand, resting on the pillow near his face. It twitched and your breathing stopped - you didn't want to wake him up. But then his eyelids fluttered and you watched his wide pupils tighten under the rays of the sun.

"Good Morning, beautiful," he mumbled with a raspy morning voice.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at the nickname.

"Good Morning," you whispered back. Your fingers intertwined on the pillows and he pulled it towards himself, lazily placing a few light kisses on your knuckles.

"Remember that I am your boyfriend?" he chuckled, getting closer and engulfing you with his body warmth.

You smiled and answered that yes, you remembered it, right when he kissed you once.

"Good," he said, kissing you again. His hand slowly caressed your head while doing so, travelling down on your spine. Resting on your stomach, you didn't move from your position, loving the way he drew little circles on your back.

"You want breakfast?" you murmured.

Doyoung didn't appreciate you breaking off the kiss though and hummed, diving right in. His tongue slowly played with yours, so slowly and sensually that you felt your heartbeat move from your chest and settle between your legs.

His hand reached your nude ass and squeezed the soft flesh once before shamelessly gliding his fingers between your cheeks.

You jolted slightly, lifting your butt upwards and when he felt how wet you got, your whole body warmed up.

Doyoung chuckled at your embarrassed expression. "I love it," he whispered.

His expert fingers gently rubbed your needy clit while his tongue got back into your mouth. And when his fingers slid into your warm pussy you moaned into him, hands trying to grab something and settling on the white sheets. His hand movements were languid, teasing as if wanting to keep you on edge as long as possible. You kissed back sloppily until you couldn't concentrate anymore. Your lips brushed against each other and he watched you getting more fucked at each stroke.

"You drive me crazy," you whimpered, face half-buried into your pillow.

He hummed, pleased, and kissed your shoulder then moved back, taking the sheets with him as he kissed your blades. His lips felt hot on your spine, going down slowly, caressing your sides with his fingertips. You got goosebumps all over and when his hands lifted your hips you fully buried your face into the soft pillow.

"Doyoung," you mewled, the position making you dizzy with embarrassment.

He hummed back amused, staring at the way his slick fingers disappeared into you.

"Pass me that pillow, will you, love?" he ordered and with weak limbs, you got rid of the pillow under your head. He gently put it under your hips and you protested with a whimper at the sudden emptiness.

Doyoung straddled your thighs, hands pressing on your ass looking at the way your flesh looked between his fingers.

A few curses escaped his mouth as he let his cock rest between your cheeks and you shivered. You jiggled it as if urging him to do something and he clicked his tongue.

"Not one day goes by without you ordering me around."

His amused tone made you look back at him over your shoulder. The pure glee on his face made the apple of your cheeks hurt.

"Let's make sure that not one day goes by without you feeling this either," his eyebrows dropped and the light in his eyes disappeared. You opened your mouth in a silent moan at the feeling of him sliding inside of you. His grunt followed by his heavy breath made you clench around him and he just started to sound even dirtier.

"Shit," you managed to say, your body moving back and forth on the sheets at each thrust, hands grabbing at them.

Mind blurry as if drunk you barely noticed the sound of the doorbell.

“Don’t answer,” Doyoung leaned down to whisper into your ear, and you stared at his veiny hand pressed onto the mattress to your side.

You bit your lower lip but the bell didn’t stop.

“Fuck,” he rolled over.

You turned on your back as well with a sigh but the irritating sound of the doorbell made you groan and get up.

The first clothing item you found was Doyoung’s hoodie so you wore that and walked quickly towards the corridor.

“Who the fuck is this?” you mumbled.

In front of you, your family smiled and wished you a happy birthday.

_____

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Doyoung whispered as to not get your family’s attention.

They were all shouting in the living room, the number of gifts, food and drinks, making it difficult to have one spot to sit down.

Doyoung was stacking glasses on top of each other in the kitchen and you were doing the same with the plates.

“I forgot!” you whispered back.

“How can you forget your own birthday?”

“Listen, I was busy getting dicked down, okay?”

He shook his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I’m sorry you always have to be around when they come over.”

Doyoung closed his mouth and stacked the last glass. “I thought we discussed this already,” he added after the pause.

You sighed and rested your hands on the kitchen counter. “I’m just worried.”

“About what?” He looked you in the eyes. “About them judging you for fucking me?”

“About you and your feelings! I was the one to ask to be a couple first, then I was the one to say all of those things last night too while you-”

“I was the one to say to your grandma I’m your boyfriend because you told her I’m your sneaky link,” he interrupted. “Also you’re vulnerable only when fucking then you change all of a sudden when we’re not.” His eyes searched yours but you looked behind his shoulder where your family was waiting.

“You’re making all of these problems yourself in your head and it’s confusing me too,” he added.

“I just need reassurance.”

Doyoung slid his hand on yours to grab it. “Look at me.”

You followed his order.

“I am falling in love with yo-”

Doyoung talked right when your mom entered the kitchen to ask if the glasses were coming. You blinked and watched Doyoung’s eyelids drop in annoyance. Then he grabbed them from the counter in a second and gave them to the woman. You stared speechlessly.

“Please, give us a moment,” he said composedly.

When he turned to you he sighed. “I’m so sick of getting interrupted.”

His whisper mixed with his concerned face made you almost laugh.

“Why?” he saw you hold in the giggle before it came out.

“We’re bickering like this then you confessed. I thought it was funny,” you explained.

“You’re so annoying,” he scoffed. “I’m being serious right now.”

But then let the air flow out in a sigh and laughed himself.

“If I try to confess too, someone will come in and ask for the plates,” you said.

“Try it out.”

You inhaled. “I am also fall-”

The kitchen door slid open.

_____

The sun was shining over the apartment’s furniture. You stared at the way the champagne bubbles came to the surface in your glasses on the coffee table.

“I need to get you a gift,” Doyoung murmured. Once again, you were cuddling on the couch after your relatives left, your legs resting on his thighs and his hands absentmindedly massaging random spots.

“I don’t need anything,” you looked at the way your finger traced his collarbones. Then he turned his head and rested his chin on your knuckles. You smiled back at him.

“Birthday cake?” you proposed.

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused, then closed his eyes in understanding. You laughed.

“Enough sex. Let’s do some real couple activities.”

“Creampie is a real couple activity,” you explained. He rolled his eyes and kissed your knuckles a few times.

“You don’t want your grandma to knock on the door right before I nut.”

“I saw you talking to her. What did you tell her?” you lifted your head from his shoulder to rest on your hand.

He looked away then smiled. “Nothing much. Why?”

You tightened your eyes. “You did something, didn’t you?”

He chuckled and grabbed your face, making you pout. He kissed your lips.

“Want to go see expensive houses we’re never going to buy then go to Ikea and have meatballs?”

You nodded. “Sounds like the best birthday ever.”

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Love, At First Sight

Warnings: some extreme fluff, strong language/ swearing

Pairing(s): Ransom x you

Summary: Love, at first sight, doesn’t exist. And Ransom has never been proven otherwise.

Word Count: 1600

I was inspired to write this after reading “It Was Only A Kiss” by the Queen of fluff, smut, angst and everything in between: @navybrat817 :)

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Love at first sight.

That is the most ridiculous thing Ransom had ever heard. And he has heard some bullshit.

The only thing he could tell from looking at someone for the first time was whether they were of any use to him or not. So when Meg was rambling on about love, that too, at first sight, Ransom scoffed at the idea. He bit into his overpriced biscuit with a roll of his eyes, pausing the conversation that he was unwilling to entertain any longer.

“You know what Ransom, I’m not surprised you’re dismissing the idea without even hearing it,” Meg challenged.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” he retorted, a bit amused by her slight outburst.

“If your parents bothered with you, maybe you would understand what it’s like to be loved by someone.”

Although he didn’t show it, it struck a chord in him. It wasn’t something he dared to complain about anymore, but there was a time he would have done anything for their affection.

“Okay then, let’s hear this horseshit you’re spewing,” he replied, not breaking the façade of smugness.

“When you meet someone, your subconscious and unconscious mind pick up patterns in their behaviour, little mannerisms and anything it can get its hands on. Your conscious mind interprets that as vibes. So you get a bad vibe from someone, it’s ‘cause your mind recognizes it from somewhere else, someone you don’t like.”

“And what does this have to do with love at first sight?” Ransom impatiently tapped his foot.

“I have a theory that love, at first sight, is possible if you’re in tune with your intuition. You feel good vibes from someone, you ride with it. And there’s a possibility you’ll override the rational part of your brain that tells you that you can’t love someone right after meeting them,” she concluded. “But then again, this only works if you’re capable of loving someone. Otherwise, your brain has no one to reference,” she added.

Ransom’s jaw clenched before he took in a breath.

“Like I said. Just a bunch of horseshit,” he said, getting up to leave.

He called it horseshit but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It irked him that no matter how many girls he pulled, not one of them could make him feel the love had Meg described. He concluded that he was incapable of love because, of course, that was the only plausible explanation.

It was a friend’s birthday. To say the least, he was not looking forward to it. He was in a rare mood to stay home and call it a night instead of getting his dick wet. Unfortunately, his presence was promised - he would rather not hear about this later so he did his future self a favour and got ready.

His black pants were paired with a maroon sweater that cost a little less than his king-sized bed. A rose-gold watch adorned his wrist and he threw on his signature tan coloured coat. He didn’t want to go but he that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t miss out on the opportunity to advertise his status.

Walking into the party, he regretted his decision to come at all. The corners were brimming with drunk people, though it had been only 1 hour since the party started. Shrill and irritating voices rung through the air. As usual, girls of no substance clung to every word of the fabricated tales boys told. Despite this, the unsavoury circumstances invited him, called his name even. After all, this was the lifestyle he lived for.

Taking in the scene before him, he strode down the room. His presence alone demanded respect and attention, both which he got a surplus of at these events.

His stride was abruptly halted when a figure crashed into him, spilling wine down his chest. Sure, it blended in with the sweater, but he was still pissed. Someone didn’t notice him, which caused them to bump into him and that rubbed him the wrong way.

“Won’t you look where your going, for god fucking sake this is worth more than you,” he snapped at the unsuspecting girl.

You had a mess of your own to take care of. Wine slipped down your dress, between your cleavage and onto your stomach. You were going to apologize but you heard his comment, paused your sentence to look up at him.

Laughter echoed in the background and people called Ransom’s name but it was long forgotten when he saw you.

Love, at first sight.

It didn’t seem so ridiculous anymore.

The mere sight of you was a harsh contrast to the cruel world he has dealt with his entire life. It was like the universe wrapped and presented you as the embodiment of a second chance for his life. To think that love, at first sight, was ridiculous.

Your beauty wasn’t something he understood. It wasn’t like the beauty he sought during the lonely hours of night, when he simply required a bedwarmer to ease the ache. It was memorable, almost like a blend of warm vibrancy; a feeling resembling that of the summer’s sun, kissed his skin ever so delicately.

He thought he was dying for a second. His hands were tingly and would not ease up no matter how much he clenched and unclenched them. His heart dove straight to his stomach, refusing to come up for air as long as he continued to look at you.

You on the other hand, you were conflicted. You were going to give him a piece of your mind for talking to you like that but one look at him and you wanted to run away. It was too intense for you.

His piercing stare mirrored the moon, melted and poured into the mould that he called eyes. His aura radiated coldness. Yet, you just knew that his hands would be as warm as a bonfire during a snowstorm. Being around him would be like the slight sting that you felt when winter’s breeze grazed your skin. That sting, no matter how painful, is rewarding when you consider his arms that would envelope you as a blanket.

Momentarily looking into each others eyes, both of you knew. You just knew. You were both thinking the same thing. It felt like eons had passed since the wine spill but logically, you knew it had only been seconds.

“Don’t talk to me like that” you finally blurted. No matter how enamored you were with him, you needed to knock him down a few pegs.

“I-I… I’m”

“You’re?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he stuttered. He felt like he would never recover from this embarrassment.

“I-uhm. It’s okay. I just…” you trailed off, realizing you weren’t even sure what to say.

“Can we get out of here?” he piped up.

It took you by surprise because you were thinking the same thing. You considered it too bold a thing to say but here he was.

You held his wrist and led him out. As soon as you marched out the door, he pulled his arm up, and you assumed he was going to take it out of your grasp. He surprised you though, instead, holding your hand.

The dress and the sweater became irrelevant; all either of you could focus on was the warm grip you both had on each other’s hands as you strolled through the overly extravagant neighbourhood.

Part of your mind was screaming at yourself, as was his. He could kill you, you thought. Or do worse. And here you are, walking with a complete stranger through a neighbourhood you don’t even know.

“I thought you felt it too,” he confessed. “That’s why I... really, I don’t ever do this.”

The old Ransom would have said ‘I know you felt it too.’ It hadn’t been ten minutes since you met him and you were already changing him.

“I've never done this either. I mean frankly, you could be a murderer and here I am, holding you hand,” you joked.

“I’m not a murderer,” he chuckled, “But I can’t help but feel a little weird about this.” You looked up at the moon-less night, convinced that it wasn’t a coincidence.

“I know… I-... I don’t even know your name,” you giggled and his heart fluttered around his chest. He couldn’t compare the feeling to butterflies - it was more like hummingbirds, refusing to settle.

“I felt something and it’s weird ‘cause I was so scared. I was scared and overwhelmed by this sort of dread. Dread that was like, what if you didn’t feel the same way?” you rambled, only slightly cautiously. You knew nothing of this man, and you were laying out how you felt in the open?

“My name is Ransom,” he stopped the stroll and faced you, picking up your other arm.

“Y/N” you meekly responded, having difficulty meeting his eyes. You had never felt such a burn in your cheeks, yet right now, you felt like your face was on fire.

“Hey, hey” he softly tilted you chin up. “Can we run with this? Whatever this is?” He would get on his knees and plead if he had to. Because you were right; he felt like he would die if you didn’t feel the same way.

“Please. Let’s run with this. Whatever this is, let’s just run with it,” you agreed and nodded lightly, not breaking out of the stare.

“What is this?” he uttered under his breath and rested his forehead onto yours.

You closed your eyes and breathed in the same air as him. His warmth and scent reminded you of sugar cookies and pine trees.

He took in a breath and felt the aroma of vanilla and fresh roses evade his senses.

“I don’t know. But I like it,” you breathed.

He cupped your face and pulled away to look at your face again. He planted a delicate but firm kiss to your forehead as you encased his waist with your arms, naturally gravitating towards him. He tenderly held your face as he pulled away. One look and you were a goner, but now, you’re utterly floored by the mere thought of him.

Love, that too, at first sight.

Wasn’t horseshit after all.

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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years

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jib 6 breakdown and analysis

standard disclaimer: i am not gonna be linking to every single thing i talk about, but i will try my best to link to the moments that stand out to me the most. i have read long posts about this panel before, so not everything in this post is gonna be original or said for the first time ever, simply because there is a good chance that information has stuck in my mind and has subconsciously formed my view of this panel. this is also in no way, shape or form gonna be coherent, unfortunately. i’m just gonna hope that the cockles hivemind will be able to make sense of this regardless. love and light. and lastly, this is all in good fun, so don’t come at me if you think this is too out there please and thank you.

if i would have to give this panel a signifier, i would say this is the panel of the inside jokes. it’s the panel that shows us how well they know each other, to the point that they finish each other’s sentences and start telling the same punchline to a joke at the same time.

but besides all of that, it was also the panel of the shoulder touches, husband behavior, and rescuer misha. let’s dive into it.

i adore the fact that they are laughing and joking with each other from the first second they get on stage. the way that they tell that story about how they planned to have misha nap and have jensen drink whisky and humm, really reminds me of something that i mentioned a lot during my jib 7 analysis: they are very much in sync.

jensen slinging his arm around misha of course had to be compensated with a manly face and manly grip. the rituals… i know they are intricate.

it’s kind of cute how misha tried to both encourage jensen to try that step, and wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt himself lmao. dare i say husband behavior? (i do dare and i will do it again, bam bam!)

something about the way they talk about j*red just makes me feel like they are such a team, if that makes sense? like, they both think the same things about j*red’s antics and talk in such a united way about it (“and jensen and i were like…” “i don’t even care. he [points at misha] doesn’t care.”) that it just sounds kind of coupley to me. *whispers* husband behavior.

i love that jensen’s first instinct after talking about missing j*red was to go over to misha, put his hand on his shoulder, and talk about his fucking flirting way of pranking misha versus j*red’s painful pranking of misha. “with you it’s like my friend and protector is....” i truly wish the audience wasn’t as loud as they were in that moment because i would love to fully hear that sentence.

the look on jensen’s face when misha says “save it for when we take off our pants” is just priceless. ‘oh god here we go again, when will he ever learn’ but the funny thing is, he will make the same face later on in the panel, after talking about riding a dragon. that’s the face he makes when one of them goes slightly too far. just thought that was interesting.

what stands out to me the most is his reaction when misha turns around just as he is ‘fake unbuttoning’ his pants like: ‘i’m just kidding i’m innocent’ literally no reason to respond like that if misha is just his buddy.

misha’s “what are you doing?” as jensen is tying his flannel around his waist also stands out to me. he clearly does not like the look and can’t keep his mouth shut (“that was bothering me too”). why would you find the need to comment on your buddy’s fashion choice. (....husband behavior.)

just wanna take a moment to say that it’s very fucking funny that jensen said “don’t take selfies” when you know that just a few years later he would take the chest to chest selfie with misha. oh, jensen.

we have all heard the “jensen pranks misha on set by flirting with him” story countless of times, but it’s still funny to me how flustered misha seems to get by the fact that jensen can get to him that easily. and jensen’s laugh here is so cute, he fully knows what he is doing.

misha jokes that he spends more time sunning on rocks now as a merman than he used to, and jensen immediately starts to walk to the apple juice, something i have noticed that he does whenever he wants to avoid something (be it a question or a situation that’s happening on stage). it almost feels like he is stopping himself from making a comment or something. it’s interesting, because he just turns right back around and starts telling the grasshopper joke without getting anything to drink.

which leads to one of my favorite moments between them: misha, beaming, says that he has heard it before but he wants to hear it again, and mouths the words to the punchline along with jensen. he looks at the audience as if to say ‘good one, right?’ and when jensen goes “is this thing on?” misha immediately tries to distract him from his failed joke by using an inside joke (the first inside joke of the panel) with him. aka good husband behavior.

something tells me that “i’ll see you again, grasshopper” is another inside joke, so we’re counting it: number two.

jensen. jensen pspsps come here. can you please explain to me why you are so horny for misha’s indianrussian accent? i cannot believe him (i can), trying to get him to use the accent to ‘help the girl in the audience’.

so uhm. i think i just heard something while i was rewatching this panel that i never caught before. when misha reads what is on the box that was put on stage, he says: ‘please take this box and open later in private - daniella.’ and jensen goes: ‘yeah that’s from me’ with a flirty Look on his face like. hello??? why have i never seen anybody talk about this??? i’m??? internally screaming??? rest assured i had to take 5 when i saw this shit.

can we take a second to appreciate the fact that jensen gave misha a once over when misha says the glitter is everywhere, and then jensen said “fairy herpes”. why did your mind go to a sexual reference jensen? why? (we know why).

“i hate when you get that look in your eyes. don’t! i’m sorry!” is one of the most coupley things to say, ever. just wanted to point that out.

i love the playful vibe they have during this portion of the panel: jensen asking misha what he will do for the audience (thinly veiled excuse for wanting misha to do something that jensen will also enjoy), throwing the rings at misha, both of them “panicking” and lapping up the spilled apple juice.

look, i couldn’t not include the shirt lift. i had to. especially because of the way he looks at misha afterwards lmao and misha, darling misha, tries to defuse the situation by making a joke and it works because of course jensen does his signature unicorn laugh. sidenote: how cute is jackles when he grabs the guitar, begging people to erase the picture jsfhs. gotta love that man.

“you done messed up” inside joke number 3.

you know what is funny to me? the fact that jensen and misha often pretend not to know certain things about each other when they are on stage together. one example of this is during the underbear debacle, when jensen asks misha to proof he wears orange underwear and pretends he is shocked, even though the whole world knows that misha wears orange underwear.

in this panel, it happens twice. the first time is here, when misha asks jensen ‘do you actually not smell?’ as if he isn’t one of the people in this world who would know that best. and then he, of course, immediately takes this opportunity to sniff jensen’s armpit. i mean. okay. which is extra funny because jackles doesn’t play along with the whole ‘i have no clue’ bit and just goes “yeah you’re not a stinker” without checking because, clearly, he already knows.

i love jensen’s little smirk when he hears misha’s dragon would be pink + misha’s reaction to it.

before i read this post i always thought jensen meant that his own dragon would be salmon colored. but now i think that it’s not far fetched to believe jensen was actually thinking about the fact that he has stated he was wearing a salmon shirt. which means that, in this moment right here, he was implying that instead of pink, misha’s dragon (aka jensen) would be salmon. which makes his reaction (looking down, laughing but shaking his head as if he can’t believe himself) very understandable. remember what i said about that being the face he makes when one of them takes it too far? yeah.

but then, something happens that is quite remarkable to me. instead of backing down from what he said, he fully commits to it. he turns to misha, and goes “if i could ride a dragon”. listen to the way he puts extra weight behind “ride” and “dragon”.

then he asks if he understands the question correctly and repeats “what would it look like?”, the girl in the audience says “yes, but also any special abilities…” but jensen just ignores that because obviously, in his head the dragon is misha and he is not gonna shake that thought process any time soon. so naturally, he goes “i think my dragon that i would want to…” but stops JUST before saying “ride”, the guy KNEW what he was sounding like. lmao jensen i gotta give it to you buddy, good effort. you did well. you came far. you even said “look, i’m just gonna go for it here” even though misha’s face speaks volumes. i love you for that. because everything that came out of your mouth right then sounded very not straight.

in fact, it’s only because of misha’s interference (a reoccurring thing during these panels) that he stops himself completely and goes to talk with misha. i really wonder what would have happened if misha didn’t stop him. i also REALLY wonder what misha and jensen discussed when they turned their backs to the audience. sigh.

now we get to the juicy stuff. jensen’s little slip up here is really really strange, when you think about it. he says “i have kids” before quickly covering that up with “i have a kid now.” i’m not saying the ackles and the collins are one big happy family or anything like that, but i do think that they are close enough for him to slip up like this. maybe the kids hang out together a lot. maybe they have given each other enough support during those early days of raising kids that it sometimes feels like he had multiple kids at that point in time. idk. but in any case, i don’t think that’s a slip up you’d make unless there was some sort of truth in it. he also kind of stumbles over his words right after that. [before anybody runs to my inbox to tell me that j/2 tinhatters think this is about him and j*red raising their kids together: trust me, i know, but we’re not talking about that.]

misha’s cheeky “i thought you were talking about danneel” followed by the both of them simultaneously saying that jensen does not tell her what to do, made me grin like a fool. that is all.

the way jensen says “misha, apparently you were looking pale and you need some sugar. there you go.” is so SOFT AND CUTE idek how to explain what i am feeling but it’s just. a lot. oh wait a minute, i do know what to call it: HUSBAND behavior.

“by the way we’re gonna pay so dearly when we get home” “yeah we are” lmao the jdmv vibes are strong in this one.

look. i know it’s possible that misha woke up alone after that dream, thought to himself ‘i miss her’, went for breakfast, saw jensen, and told this story to him verbatim. but misha is literally telling the story from the pov of waking up from a dream and saying that out loud. it would make sense that he would explain that dream to the person who he woke up with, and that he would follow the dream explanation up with “i miss her”. plus jensen is REPEATING IT as if he was right there when misha said that. add to that the way jackles stumbles over his words here and gets flustered and sits down? and misha’s face? yeah. you done messed up jackles, part 2.

jensen doesn’t know what to do with himself. just look at his face right after he sits down. and misha, once again, comes to the rescue, trying to continue the conversation about poop in order to distract both jensen and the audience. bless his soul.

it leads to the second instance of misha pretending that he doesn’t know something about jensen, namely that jensen can’t stand poop even from his own daughter. misha goes: “no? not for you?” as if he didn’t already know that.

round of applause for the jib team, for putting on ‘this thing called love’ to get jensen and misha to dance……. just saying.

jensen’s little nod to misha right here? husband telepathic communication at its finest. even their silly dad dances are in sync.

jackles you are NOT being slick we can SEE you tossing the mic to your other hand so you can pull misha in by the waist (or honestly maybe his hand landed lower idk idk it’s possible).

it really is something special, though, what happened right here: jensen, macho masculine grumpy performative jensen, is smiling and laughing and enjoying dancing on stage, doing some ballet moves, all because of misha (and by some extent felicia). not just with felicia or by himself, but with rob, osric, etc. honestly it’s heartwarming to watch. it makes me smile so much.

and that was jib 6. thanks for reading everybody <3

#cockles #jib 6 #i used a different method to add the timestamps and i really hope it works this time #as always please feel free to share your thoughts ! <3

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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Unexpected Kisses

Pairing: BNHA boys x reader

Warnings: Talks about anxiety for a bit in Tamaki’s part

Request: Hi!! Uhm,, I kinda,,, don't talk to users on this app so idk where to send requests AHAJSHSJHS but I do know that you write BNHA stuff so,,,, if it's not too much, maybe Tamaki, Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima (separate) reacting to their s/o's suddenly scattering their face with kisses and complimenting them out of the blue?? you don't have to do all of them tho :''D thank you!! <33

A/N:

I don’t have much to say about this one, other than sending thanks to @aahilovetheatre for sharing such a cute request with me! Sorry I’m slow about getting these out, but I am working at my request list the best that I can.

Characters: Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, Amajiki

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Midoriya:

● You know, he really was just minding his own business

● Izuku sat at his desk, taking notes from a textbook like he did every Thursday evening. You were laying on his bed, reading a book for class. Every minute or so, the silence of the room would be broken by the scratching of a pencil or the turn of a page

● At some point, you started getting a little bored with your reading. The words on the page began to feel less and less comprehensible as your mind started to wander elsewhere

● Your boyfriend cleared his throat, and your fickle attention snapped to him

● He was so absorbed in his work, it was cute. The way his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned over the page; and how he tapped the worn down All Might eraser at the end of his pencil against his lips. His lips . . . his cheeks . . . . Yep, you were getting an idea

● Sliding a post-it note into your book to mark your progress, you set it down and stood up. Izuku, of course, didn't notice, still deep in concentration

● You came up behind him, glancing at the paper from over his shoulder

● He finally turned and straightened, meeting your eyes with his own forest green. "Hey, (Y/N), what's up?"

● You took the opportunity to slide down into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I needed a break for a moment."

● "O-oh." Izuku's voice had taken on a higher pitch, cheeks flushing with warmth and color at your sudden proximity

● He dropped his pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, beginning to relax into your hold

● It was then that you put your hands on either side of his face and started pressing kisses all over him, leaving no area of skin untouched by your lips

● You could feel the way his cheeks began to burn a bright red under your fingers, nervously giggling at the ticklish sensation of your breath and skin against his

● Once you were finally satisfied, you sat back, simply gazing at his face lovingly for a moment

● "What was that for?" he asked. “I—I mean, it’s not that I didn’t enjoy it—” You wondered if it was your own heart or his that you felt beating so rapidly

● "I just . . . needed you,” you cut in. “You're so cute when you study." You relaxed your grip on his cheeks, sliding back in to plant yet another kiss on his forehead. "You work so hard . . . ." You began to graze your lips slowly over to his temple, before pressing them back to his skin in a syrupy sweet moment

● You proceeded to praise him, whispering how strong he was, and how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend, and how attractive you found him. After every other sentence, you left another kiss on his face, whether it was his cheek, forehead, or nose. You even made a silent game out of trying to see how many of his freckles you could kiss

● By the end of it, Izuku looked almost like he was about to cry. He'd loved every minute of it and had hung onto your every word. Even so, he still couldn't help but wonder what brought all this on

● "(Y/N), what's—why would you—?"

● You poked at his nose gently. "Because I love you."

● He wrapped his own arms tighter around you, crushing you closer into his chest for a hug. "I love you too, (Y/N). So much."

● You rubbed his back while he stroked your hair for a moment, just letting yourselves hold each other

● "Do you have work you need to do?" you finally asked. "Sorry, I interrupted you."

● "No no, that's okay. We can stay like this for a little bit longer."

● You hummed, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck

● No doubt about it, Izuku's head was already spinning with schemes to surprise you and get you back. It was only a matter of when

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Kirishima:

● Kirishima was just hanging out on the couch, casually scrolling through various feeds on his phone

● That is, until you came in the room, intent on sneaking up behind him

● You went up behind the couch as softly as you could, before suddenly wrapping your arms around his neck from behind

● He jumped, startled for a moment, until he realized it was you

● "Hey, there," he said, rolling his head back so he was looking upside down at you

● You giggled and kissed his forehead. "Hi."

● "Come 'ere." He patted the empty cushion next to him

● Without needing to be told twice, you circled around to the other side of the couch, settling onto his lap

● "So, how have you been—mmph—"

● You'd cut him off with a kiss to his lips; one he quickly grinned and melted into

● "Woah, okay," he breathed when you let him go. "Is there something going on?"

● "Hmm, no," you admitted, reaching up to boop his nose. "I just love you. Feel like showing it."

● "Okay, then. I can get behind that." He put your foreheads together and nuzzled his nose against yours. "How are you going to do that?"

● "By telling you how amazing you are," you said, leaning in to kiss his forehead again

● His blush nearly tripled. "O-oh. I—"

● "Like, how you're so strong and manly," you whispered, lips grazing the skin of his cheek. "And you've worked so hard to get where you are now. You're brave, and I'm so proud to say that you're my boyfriend."

● Your words went on as you languidly pressed kisses against his skin. After a few minutes, you’d worked him up so much, a tear or two spilled from his eyes, and you kissed those away as well

● "I love you," you whispered again, dipping to give him a full kiss on the lips

● When you leaned back, he simply gazed up at you in awe. He was a man in love, and it was as though you were some sort of deity or angel sent from the skies above

● "I—um, I don't really know what to say," he said, giving a weak chuckle and wiping at his eye. "Wow, uh, I wasn't expecting that."

● "Did you enjoy it?" you asked, pulling yourself into his chest a little more

● "Yeah! I'm just—not very used to it is all." He trailed off, glancing to the floor as his thoughts began to take flight on their own

● "You'd better get used to it," you said, tilting his chin so he could look at you again. "And I meant everything I said. If you try to deny it, then I'm going to say it again. But this time I won't be so nice."

● "Oh, really?" Eijirou asked, a smirk drawing a corner of his mouth up. "And what would that look like?"

● "Well, I guess I'd have to tickle you," you said, shrugging as if it were an unavoidable fact. Because it was. "And I wouldn't stop until you admit that what I'm saying is the truth."

● "Hmm, I'll keep that in mind then." He suddenly pushed you back a little from his chest so you were facing him again. "But I think a little payback's in order. Say, Pebble," he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on your nose, "you're looking pretty cute today."

● It was a long time before either of you moved from the couch

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Kaminari:

● Denki was just laying on his bed, alone in his room, reading

● This particular part of his book wasn't particularly interesting, and he was considering leaving it to come back to some other time

● Nevertheless, his eyes lingered on the page, skimming through sentences that did nothing to capture his attention. Maybe it would be easier for him to pick back up if he left on a better note

● You had other plans, though

● The silence in his room was broken when you flung his door open, running in without scarcely bothering to swing it all the way shut again behind you

● Kaminari barely had time to lower his book when you came barreling into his lap, throwing your arms around him in a mighty hug

● "Oof—(Y/N)-chan! What's going on?"

● "You're getting a vibe check."

● You adjusted yourself just enough so you would both be comfortable before peppering his face with kisses, rapidly moving over every key point

● "Ah—what?!" Denki started giggling at your actions, and soon enough you were unable to fight back the smile and laughs that were freely expressed by your own lips

● "Denki! If I'm laughing like this, then I can't kiss you!"

● "Then what if I kiss you?"

● He pecked the tip of your nose, making you giggle again as you eased in closer to his face. "No. It's my turn. I love you and I need you right now."

● "(Y/N), we just saw each other an hour ago."

● "Too long," you pouted, going back to planting kisses on his cheeks, although this time you were slower and more deliberate. "I want to make sure that you know how much you're loved. By me."

● Kaminari's cheeks flushed a bit. "Really? O-okay."

● You busied your hands by rubbing at his back and shoulders, your lips whispering praises into his ear

● "I love spending time with you," you said. "I love your jokes, and hearing your laugh always brightens up my day."

● Each sentence had him burning up, and the slow kisses you'd leave between sentences did nothing to help. Any minute now, he felt like he could short circuit

● When you finally leaned back, Denki stared at you, wide-eyed. "Where did that come from?"

● "I just felt like it." You shrugged

● "Wow, I—I think I need a minute."

● He glanced off to the side, touching at one of the countless places you'd kissed him. "You're so cute, babe," he muttered, grinning into his hand

● "Yeah?" you giggled

● "Of course." Denki wrapped his arms around you again so you were flush against his chest. "And you know what else?"

● "What?"

● "I'd say it's cuddle time." He pulled you down so you were lying on top of him, then rolled to his side so you were still facing each other. "And it's also my turn. I'm not going to be the only one who's getting compliments today."

● And with that, he held you; generously peppering your face with kisses as he professed everything he loved about you

● It was a wonderful end to his afternoon

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Amajiki:

● Tamaki was alone in his room. He had turned the lights off and sat down in his bed. His head rested in his hands as he tried to stop the shaking, but it was almost as if there was nothing he could do

● He'd just had an awful day and his mind wouldn't stop going back to everything that had gone wrong

�� First he'd had to do a presentation, which he could have sworn he was ready for. But fate—or at least, his anxiety—had other plans

● It was as if he was watching himself from outside of his body; watching as his own throat closed up and he lost the capability to speak. Watched as he stumbled over his own thoughts as his tongue betrayed him. He spat out an incomprehensible string of "um"s, and spoke too fast, and his thoughts wouldn't connect with one another

● And then, directly after that, he'd been unable to find either you nor Mirio. You both must have been busy with your own work, but seeing you was something that Tamaki always looked forward to. He could make it through any kind of day as long as one of you spoke your kind words to him, or showed him your sun-bright smiles

● But he'd been deprived of that, forced to retreat to his dorm room to sulk alone

● His mind focused on the memory of his words, replaying them over and over again

● It was so much, he almost didn't hear the knock at his door

● "Tamaki? Are you in there?" He immediately recognized your voice

● "Yeah," he called back glumly. He was glad he would finally get to see you, but now he wasn't sure what it would take to get him out of such thoughts

● You let yourself in, quietly shutting his door before making your way over to his bed. "Are you doing okay?" you asked him. "I've barely seen you at all today. How'd your presentation go?"

● "Awful," he responded. "I locked up again. Everyone was staring at me and I was under so much pressure." He paused and sighed, putting his face in his hand again

● "Hey, it's going to be okay," you said, putting a hand on his back. "I'm sure your teacher understands. And you're a really good student and hero."

● "Hm," he responded, not looking at you

● "You don't believe me?" you asked, reaching up to caress his cheek. "It's true."

● He still made no move to respond, merely sighing and leaning into your touch

● "Is it okay if I hold you?" you asked. "Would that help at all?"

● You knew it could be a little risky being too forward with touching Tamaki. It was always best to ask first

● He finally met your eyes, nodding. You both moved around on the bed until you were comfortably seated in his lap, thighs wrapped around his hips

● You held onto each other in a close hug, and soon your hands were rubbing little circles on Tamaki's back. You began to whisper things to him, telling him everything would be alright

● "Hey, hey. It's just you and me now, no one else. It's okay."

● Finally his shoulders began to settle from their tense, hunched position

● You nuzzled your nose against his ear before giving his cheekbone a small peck

● "Feeling better?" you asked

● "Yeah, a little," he admitted, his face still buried in your shoulder. "Thanks for this."

● "Of course."

● You pulled back so you could face him, unable to stop yourself from placing a kiss directly on the tip of his nose

● You grinned at how his face scrunched up a bit, so you repeated the action. Soon enough, you were leaving little kisses all over his face, and the boy beneath you even let out a few chuckles at the sensation

● "I love you," you said, watching as his pre-existing blush only deepened

● "I love you too," he said. "You always know how to make me feel better."

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theoswriting · 3 years

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lavender, honey and coconut (e.p. x fem!r)

summary: Penelope Garcia can sniff out secrets like a cute security dog can sniff out drugs. y/n had been amused but had brushed off the warning. That had been her first mistake.

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

word count: 4k

a/n: okay, this is my first time writing for cm and emily prentiss, so I hope it isn’t too ooc! this is definitely a different vibe to the show lmao, i mostly wrote this to amuse myself, and then decided it might be worth sharing. I hope you’lll enjoy it xo (tell me if u do, i’m nervous)

warnings: some alcohol is consumed, light swearing

ao3

Penelope Garcia can sniff out secrets like a cute security dog can sniff out drugs.

It's a well-known fact that if you want to keep something hidden, one, you don't tell Garcia because she's incapable of keeping anything secret and two, don't breathe near her because she will be able to figure out that you're hiding something, and she will know which buttons to push to get you to spill everything.

Penelope likes to think that in another life, she would've made a great interrogator. In this life though, she uses her powers to get what she wants out of her friends.

This was one of the first things y/n found out when she joined the BAU. Derek spoke about the tech goddess' powers with reverence while the rest of them spoke of it with fear. Even Hotch seemed a little disconcerted by the whole thing.

y/n had been amused but had brushed off the warning.

That had been her first mistake.

***

Paperwork days were the worst.

y/n should probably love them more because if she's stuck behind her desk, it means that no one is out there getting brutally murdered. Still, it's a lot less exciting. It doesn't help that the bullpen is oddly quiet, everyone focused on their files. Spencer is going through his about a mile a minute, stopping from time to time to rewrite something or to look up some kind of information. Derek is slower and y/n can almost see the boredom oozing out of him. Yet, he doesn't look up when she looks over at him and keeps diligently going through his notes.

Finally, her eyes land on Emily. Her head is propped up on her left hand as she writes with the right. Occasionally, she will bite her nails as she focuses hard on part of her notes. y/n thinks she looks extra cute when she frowns, trying to understand her own writing. It makes y/n smile before refocusing on her own work.

y/n is almost done with one of her reports when she notices some missing information. She could easily look it up herself, but she's bored and this is the perfect excuse to get away from her desk for a bit. So she stands up, gathers her papers and walks to her favourite tech genius' lair.

y/n opens the door and sees Penelope's back turned to her. Before she can say anything, Garcia's voice rings out.

"Well if it isn't my favourite ray of sunshine, what can I do for you, y/n?"

y/n smiles at the blonde's greeting, as she sits down next to her, "Are you busy?"

"Not at all!"

"Great, I'm missing some information on this file, but most importantly, I'm in dire need of entertainment."

Garcia happily grabs the file from y/n and starts tapping away at her computer, putting up the information she needs on her screen in no time. She prints it all out and hands it to y/n with a flourish.

"Here's the info you need," She starts, but her eyes quickly turn regretful, "Sadly, I have no recent office gossip to entertain you with."

y/n pouts at that, "Damn, not even from Slutty David?"

Penelope shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak when she suddenly frowns at y/n. She pulls back slightly and y/n wonders if she'd forgotten to put on deodorant that morning. Penelope says nothing, just watches her.

"What?" y/n finally asks, unnerved by the staring.

"What are you not telling me?" Garcia asks simply and it's y/n's turn to frown. She can't think of anything that she might be hiding from her friend.

"Nothing?"

y/n is pretty sure that's the wrong answer and that Penelope is going to keep asking her questions until she confesses to something she didn't even know she was hiding. To her surprise though, Garcia only stares at her for a few more seconds before dropping it. As quick as it disappeared, her bright smile is back on her face and she goes back to telling a story.

It turns out that yes, she did have something to tell y/n about Slutty David.

y/n leaves Penelope about twenty minutes later with a refreshed brain, ready to get back to work. When she gets back to her desk, Emily looks up to give her a smile. y/n smiles back and winks at her as she sits down. Emily's smile broadens before she turns her focus back to the file in front of her.

y/n does the same, her smile staying even while going through an autopsy report. It's only hours later when y/n is almost done with paperwork that she freezes. She looks up at Emily and realizes.

That's what she's been hiding.

She frowns. There's no way Garcia knows that though, she and Emily have made sure, they've been careful.

Yeah, it was probably a fluke.

***

Mornings where she gets to wake up next to Emily are y/n's favourites. Even the early ones, when they get called in for a case, having Emily next to her makes it all easier.

That's what happens that morning, both of their phones going off at 5:45 am. Emily is the one to reach for her phone while y/n latches onto her and drops a kiss on her girlfriend's shoulder.

"It's JJ. We have to go in."

y/n nods and painstakingly opens her eyes. She drops another kiss on Emily's shoulder and turns away from her to get up, but before she can go too far, Emily reaches for her and kisses her. y/n scrunches up her nose even though she's smiling into the kiss.

"Morning breath. Gross," She manages to mutter against Emily's lips.

"Don't care."

y/n had wondered when they started dating if it would get to a point where it'd be too much to be together and then work together as well. Now, six months into their relationship, y/n knows she had worried over nothing. They have a system and boundaries. They keep the PDA to a minimum at work, which isn't a problem considering they had decided to keep their relationship a secret from the team. It's not that Prentiss and y/l/n don't trust their coworkers, it's more than they don't want to screw up the group's dynamics.

And it's also ridiculously funny to see how long it's taking a whole group of profilers to figure out that two members of their team are dating.

After getting dressed, y/n starts packing a new bag, taking clothes from the one drawer Emily had emptied out and gifted to her on their 2 months anniversary. Emily had a similar one at y/n's place. Considering their jobs and the amount of time they spent at each other's place, they figured it was smart to always have enough clothes at each other's place for instances like these.

Not even 10 minutes later, they're out of the door. They kiss one last time before Emily gets into her car and y/n gets into hers. As usual, y/n takes the long way to work, her place being famously further away than Emily's. So when she finally gets to the conference room, everyone is already there and waiting for Hotch.

y/n sits in between Derek and Spencer, "Good morning, my people!"

"It certainly is not," Hotch deadpans as he enters the room. y/n closes her mouth and nods to herself. She should've seen that one coming.

The others chuckle quietly, but the laughter quickly dies. Hotch was right. This is far from a good morning.

The murders are gruesome, the victims are all women which bear a striking resemblance to Emily. y/n doesn't bring attention to it, it wouldn't bring anything to the case except worry over a detail that isn't of much importance, at least not right now. Instead, she watches her girlfriend look at the pictures, and by the way her jaw clenches and unclenches repeatedly, she's come to the same realization.

"Alright everyone, wheels up in 20." Hotch dismisses them, and almost everyone rushes out of the room to get their bags. Garcia stays behind though, and so does Emily. y/n gathers her stuff slowly then, waiting for Garcia to leave the room so she can have a moment alone with her girlfriend.

Garcia doesn't leave, though.

She's staring at y/n ominously. She's missing a furry cat to be petting and she'd look like a supervillain from a cheesy action movie. y/n tries smiling at her, but the blonde doesn't respond in the slightest.

y/n leaves the room. She'll check up on Emily before take-off. She is big enough to admit that she was a little freaked out by Garcia.

She thinks nothing of it until hours later, when she's setting up their evidence board in a small town in buttfuck, Texas. JJ is standing next to her, writing the name of the second victim.

"Garcia has been asking about you."

It's such a weird thing to say that y/n is a bit taken aback. She pauses and slowly turns to look at JJ, "Uhm… Okay?"

JJ puts the cap on the pen and turns to y/n, her face probably too serious for whatever this is about.

"Remember when we told you about Garcia's weird ability to tell when someone is hiding something juicy?" y/n nods, still confused as to where this is going, "Well, she's smelt whatever it is that you're hiding."

y/n briefly wonders if no one is bothered by the constant comparison of Garcia to a literal hound dog, but apparently not. She lets out a small chuckle and nods at JJ, clearly not believing the warning tone the blonde had used, "Yeah, okay, I'll sleep with one eye open."

"y/n, I'm serious," JJ lowers her voice and looks around before confiding, "Penelope is the reason the whole team knows I had a one night stand with Slutty David."

"You had sex with Slutty David?"

JJ shudders, "Everybody makes mistakes."

***

y/n tells Emily about JJ's warning as they cuddle into bed that same night, exhausted from a day of leads getting them nowhere. To her surprise, Emily agrees with JJ.

"Garcia has a way of getting you to admit to things you thought you'd never say out loud."

The way she talks about it has y/n looking up from her very comfortable spot on Emily's shoulder to her girlfriend's face. She's staring off in the distance as if haunted by whatever it is that Garcia had dug up on her.

"What the hell did she find out about you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

***

"So, are you seeing anyone?"

It's Saturday night and they're out at a club for a Girl's night. After the case they'd had, they deserved a night to unwind. They've chosen a bar where the music is loud, but not loud enough to drown out Penelope's question. JJ and Emily are gone, lost somewhere in the crowd fighting for the bartender's attention, in search of more drinks. As y/n's brain finally processes what Garcia has just asked, she fights the urge to smile and look for Emily.

y/n has drunk enough to be on the dumb side of gay.

"Why do you ask?"

"Answering a question with another question, very telling," Garcia smirks.

Penelope seems oddly composed for someone who is two cocktails and three shots deep into the party. Usually, a drunk Garcia means sloppy kisses on the cheek and getting her away from attractive strangers before she can say anything overtly sexual or inappropriate. So something doesn't add up. y/n squints her eyes at the blonde in front of her, like that will somehow help her see things clearer.

It doesn't. Everything looks fuzzy and she probably should stop drinking.

"I'm not."

The lie tastes gross in y/n's mouth and if there's one thing that could make her feel better, it would be kissing Emily. Before she can stop it, a smitten smile makes its way onto her face. Garcia slams a hand on the table, making y/n jump. She focuses her eyes on Penelope who's pointing an accusing finger at her.

"There! Who did you just think about?"

y/n sputters, racking her brain for a more convincing lie but she can't stop smiling so she gives in. Damn her inability to lie when she's drunk.

"Okay, fine" y/n amends, "I am seeing someone, but please keep it quiet."

Penelope obviously does not keep quiet. Instead, she squeals loud enough that she startles a few people passing by their table. Of course, that's also the moment JJ and Emily pick to come back.

So when Garcia basically yells, "I knew it!" for the whole bar to hear, there's no way y/n is getting out of this one.

"Knew what?" Emily asks with a smile as she puts down a drink in front of y/n. She immediately grabs it, thinking that maybe if she blacks out, this conversation will also be erased from the history of the universe.

"y/n is seeing someone!" Penelope happily informs the two recently arrived. JJ whips her head, excitement filling her eyes, about a million questions fighting to be asked first. Emily, for her part, chokes on her drink.

"Why haven't you told us anything?" JJ says, her blue eyes even more glassy than usual, "Who is it?"

y/n shrugs, going for a nonchalant vibe. She goes with something vague.

"You don't know her."

Penelope's smile widens, "Oh, so it's a her."

Shit. Not vague enough.

What follows are a series of questions that y/n refuses to answer and thankfully, with Emily there to mediate, they manage to change the subject. Seriously, y/n could kiss her right then and there. Instead, she takes a sip of her drink and glances towards Emily. They decide to leave less than an hour later. JJ is about one sip away from taking her top off while y/n is just about ready to throw caution to the wind and start making out with Emily. To hell with consequences.

Penelope is still suspiciously acting sane.

"Oh, Pen, be careful, someone dropped their drinks right behind your chair."

JJ's heads up makes y/n glare at Garcia who looks a little too guilty.

***

When they get back to Emily's place, y/n barely waits until the front door is closed before kissing Emily. Emily welcomes it, blindly throwing away the keys to wrap both hands around her girlfriend's neck. The kissing is sweet, the taste of their last drinks still sticking to their mouths. It's a little messy due to the fact they're both smiling like two goddamn idiots in love. When they stop, Emily grabs y/n by the hand and drags her to the kitchen so they can both drink water to make their hangovers hopefully less painful in the morning.

They're almost done when Emily speaks.

"We have a problem."

y/n stops moving. She should've known this moment would come.

"Listen, if this is about the burnt toaster, I've already ordered a new one."

"Garcia- What?" Emily turns around to look at the spot where her toaster usually rests, "What happened?"

Realizing her mistake, y/n puts her empty glass of water down and wraps her arms around Emily's waist, "Nothing you need to worry about," Emily looks back at her girlfriend who looks too innocent, "What were you going to say?"

"Garcia knows you're with someone."

y/n nods slowly, wondering where Emily is going with this. She doesn't see any problems. Sure, Penelope knows that she might be sort of taken by a woman, but that's it. Even in her drunken state, she'd managed to keep any other incriminating details to herself.

"Garcia has a way of finding things out, it's only a matter of time until she puts two and two together."

Emily looks genuinely fearful and y/n wonders again, what kind of dirt Penelope had gotten Emily to disclose. She thinks back to JJ's warning as well. y/n turns it over in her head, but in the end, she scoffs and leans up to kiss Emily.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll make up a fake break up or something and we'll be fine."

Thinking she could fool Penelope Garcia so easily was y/n's second mistake.

***

Derek is getting himself coffee when y/n swiftly approaches him from the side.

"What secret did Garcia get out of Emily?"

"Which time?"

"There's more than one?"

"Oh yeah."

***

The whole thing with Garcia does make y/n and Emily reconsider telling the team, or at the very least, Hotch and HR.

They hadn't at first because of team dynamics, but mostly because they themselves were figuring out how they worked as a couple. It turns out they worked great, and hiding each other from their coworkers and best friends was getting a bit much for the both of them.

They wanted to show up at Rossi's dinner parties together without worrying about what their friends would think. y/n wanted to hold Emily's hand after a rough case on the jet without it being questioned, just as much as Emily wanted to drive with y/n to work every morning and walk into the building together.

So the next morning, Emily and y/n get to work before anyone else and walk into Hotch's office.

He doesn't have much of a reaction, not that they were expecting anything more.

What does surprise them is that, after giving them the whole speech about professionalism and whatnot, he smiles at them and says, "I'm happy for you both."

Aaron Hotchner smiles at them and y/n feels like her relationship has just been blessed by the angels from above.

***

"Hey, Spence? Do you know what Garcia dug up on Emily?"

"Emily sprained her wrist a few years back and told us that it had happened at the range. It turns out that she'd sprained it falling from her skateboard."

"Her skate- What?"

***

When y/n had told Emily they'd be fine, she wasn't being cocky, but she just knew that there was no way Garcia would suspect something with how careful they had been.

They never showed up together at work. At first, they always timed their arrivals carefully, until it became second nature. They were never overly affectionate with each other. If they needed to be comforted during a particularly hard case, they'd wait to be behind the closed doors of the hotel room they shared on most trips. As much as y/n wanted to, she never showed up to work wearing one of her girlfriend's sweaters, no matter how warm and comfortable they were.

Bottom line was, there was no reason for Garcia to suspect anything when their teammates who were literal profilers hadn't caught onto anything.

No one except Hotch knew. And only because they'd told him, so.

y/n should've known though, from being a profiler herself, that being too confident meant she was bound to slip up and make a mistake sooner rather than later.

It all happens very quickly.

JJ asks y/n if she can grab a couple of files she had left with Garcia and bring them back to her because she was waiting for someone to call and she couldn't go too far. y/n, of course, accepts, always happy to get away from her desk and the paperwork begging for her attention. She quickly knocks on Garcia's door before entering and the tech doesn't turn around as she greets her.

"Bonjour, Emily, what brings you to Casa Garcia today?"

y/n chuckles at the blonde's eccentricities, "Sorry, but you got it wrong, it's me."

Penelope rolls her chair around to face her and she looks truly distraught to have gotten it wrong, "But I always get it right. I'm the all-knowing Penelope Garcia."

y/n gently pats her shoulder as she reaches past her to some files she sees on the desk, "Are these JJ's? She asked me to get them for her."

Garcia nods, but she still looks defeated at having failed to guess her visitor's identity, so y/n tells her she'll come by later with some coffee for a chat. Penelope nods and turns her attention back to her computer and so she leaves.

It's funny, y/n thinks, that of all the people Penelope could have confused her with, it was Emily. Maybe some of Emily's fears had planted themselves into her brain unbeknownst to her because y/n suddenly feels very uneasy. Why did Pen think it was Emily walking in? Had she unconsciously started walking like her girlfriend? No, no, that was ridiculous. Emily had a very distinctive gate that was very different from y/n's.

Still, something is off. y/n trusts her gut, it has never failed her, and her gut is telling her something is off.

She doesn't know what though. She had woken up with Emily that morning and they'd actually had time to enjoy a nice breakfast together and had plenty of time to get ready together. In fact, they had even gotten to enjoy a very pleasant shower together. y/n smiles at that particularly good memory until she realizes.

"Shit," she mutters, but not quietly enough. She's standing in the middle of the bullpen, her coworkers' eyes on her. Before she can tell herself that it's fine, that she was just paranoid and that there was no way Penelope had noticed, she hears a familiar but hurried clicking of heels approach the bullpen. y/n turns around to see Penelope standing on the other side of the glass window and one look at her is all y/n needs.

She knows.

Before Garcia can make her way inside the bullpen and bring mayhem with her, y/n hastily makes her way to her. She drops JJ's files on her desk haphazardly under Derek, Emily and Spencer's bewildered eyes. When she gets to Penelope, she gently grabs her by the arm and urgently leads her away.

"You smell like lavender!" Penelope exclaims with no preamble, "You usually don't smell like lavender, you smell of honey and coconut, but never lavender and that's why I got confused!"

y/n confidently nods in greeting at an agent passing by Garcia's office as y/n shoves her inside. He looks unsettled but only smiles in return, preferring to ignore whatever is going on. Smart man.

"That's why I thought you were Emily! Because Emily is the one who smells of lavender!" Penelope is pacing while y/n stands with her back to the door.

"Okay, Pen, I need you to breathe," She says when the techie is still going on about lavender, honey and coconut.

"Breathe? How can I breathe when you and Emily are dating."

y/n thinks that's a bit dramatic, but Garcia has finally stopped pacing and talking. y/n slowly steps towards the blonde and puts both of her hands on her shoulders. She debates for a few seconds, wonders if she'd get away with a lie but at this point, y/n's pretty sure the cat is out of the bag.

"Yeah, Emily and I are together."

y/n should've been prepared for it, but when Garcia lets out a high pitched squeal, it still gets her by surprise. Her pained grimace is quickly chased away by laughter when Penelope hugs her with all the strength and excitement caffeine was providing her.

"This is so great, I'm so happy for you two!" She lets you go long enough to see the smile that's made its way onto her face. It's the same smitten smile she always gets whenever she thinks about Emily and Garcia honest to god pinches her cheeks, "Aww, look at that smile!"

y/n laughs and tries to get her cheeks away from anymore pinching. That's when the door opens enough for Emily to sneak her head in, "Hey you two, is everything okay?"

She looks at Penelope first, but her eyes end on y/n. Before she can say anything though, Penelope smirks, "Why yes, lover, everything is just fine."

At that, Emily gets in and closes the door behind her. She looks at y/n for confirmation.

y/n just nods, "Yeah, she knows."

"You bet your sweet ass I know!"

And with no further warning, Penelope tackles Emily in a hug much as she'd done with y/n minutes prior. When she lets her go, Emily steps closer to y/n, and with a hand on her lower back, she says, "I told you she'd find out."

y/n ignores the I told you so her girlfriend apparently couldn't wait to give her, but yeah, she's not wrong.

It'll teach her to ever doubt the abilities of the all-knowing Penelope Garcia.

***

Months and months later, y/n meets up with Penelope for brunch on a Sunday morning. Before she can even greet her, the blonde fixes her with a stare that is both strange but oh so very familiar.

"What are you planning?"

This time, y/n grins and tells Garcia not to worry, that she'll know in due time. After all, she can only hide the little velvet box in her coat pocket and its content for so long.

***

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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It’s Just Sex

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: So I was hoping for maybe a bi reader and her and Fred have kind of like a sugar daddy/dom kind of relationship but not very intense more of a soft caring dom with real feelings there as well. anyway, before the reader met Fred she was in a kind of friends with benefits relationship with a woman and that relationship was also very dom/sub centred and maybe her old lover comes to Toronto for maybe a business trip or something (I’m imagining powerful businesswoman vibes here) and asks the reader to meet her for drinks and when she tells Fred and explains their relationship to him somehow Fred ends up joining them for drinks and maybe her ex lover suggests something and it goes from there 👀

Warning: smut as requested, drug use, maybe some fluff, maybe some angst or jealousy?

Author’s Note: Gonna be honest, my experience is limited in, like, all aspects so I don’t know how this will turn out or if it will really be what you’re looking for, anon, but I’m taking my best shot. I hope you still enjoy it! I also want to apologize if I took any missteps in the way I talked about bisexuality — my intention is never to offend and this was my first time writing a bi reader so please feel free to let me know if/where I went wrong. Stay Golden loves <3!

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You grew up in Antigonish, a small town in Nova Scotia, so you were used to more of a slow paced life. You got good grades, never broke the law and the only form of rebelling you did came in the form of stealing a five cent candy from the convenience store on the corner of Main Street. So when you moved to Boston for University, you expected to be overwhelmed but you didn’t expect to meet anyone -- but then she showed up

“Hi there” a voice said confidently behind you, leading you to turn around slowly to see who she was talking to

“Me?” you asked, surprised when she nodded with a smile, “oh, hi”

“I saw you order a Manhattan and I thought to myself, ‘now that’s my type of girl’” she joked

“Honestly, I hate it,” you admitted, playing with the base of the glass, “I thought I was ordering a Cosmopolitan but Manhattan sounded more familiar so I ordered that but now...”

“You’re cute,” the woman said, taking the empty seat next to you, “I love Manhattan’s so I’ll happily take yours but let me get you your Cosmo”

“You don’t have to...” you blushed

“I know” she replied confidently, earning a shy smile from you

“I’m (Y/N) by the way”

“Adrianne,” she smiled, “but all my friends call me Roxy”

“Why Roxy?” you chuckled and she gave some wrap around answer about it being an inside joke from middle school. You were mesmerized with her the entire night. The way she spoke. The way she took small sips from her drink and licked her lips. The way her dark hair would brush across her exposed skin of her back as her smile hypnotized you. The way her hand grazed your knee when she made a joke or the sound of her laugh when you didn’t know she was flirting with you. She gave you her number at the end of the night and you spent the next week trying to think of exactly what to say, “she’s way too good for me” you sighed, pushing your phone across the counter

“Why?” Your best friend, Nicole, asked. You two went to high school together so she had a habit of hyping you up when she thought you needed it most

“If you had seen her, you would agree with me, Nic. She just has this way about her,” you gushed, “she’s just cool and charming and way too good for me”

“You are amazing. Who cares if this girl is ‘cool,’ we’re not in high school anymore so you just need someone who is going to see how amazing you are”

“Nic, I don’t even know if she wants to start something...”

“You said she gave you her number right?”

“Yeah...”

“So she obviously wants something”

“Yeah but is all she wants sex? Because I don’t know if I’m the hook up type”

“Text her. Call her. Find out what she’s looking for” she smirked, filling up a glass of water from the faucet to drown out any argument you tried to make. You scoffed at her ability to brush you off before you grabbed your phone and sent Adrianne a text

“Wanna go to dinner?” you asked simply

“I could eat” she replied. Later that night, you found yourself standing outside the restaurant, taking a deep breath before stepping inside, knowing she was waiting for you. It was an effortless night; you laughed, you told her some of your weirdest childhood stories, she told you about her family and what she was doing in Boston. The night was rounded out by following her back to her apartment and letting your bodies take over. You thought that the date went well but you didn’t see her for a few months when she randomly texted you, an occurrence that would happen every two weeks or so from that point on, and it became very clear to you that she was looking for a ‘friend with benefits.’ You weren’t a huge fan of it but you couldn’t get Adrianne out of your head so you went along with it but she didn’t seem to take it well when you said you had gotten a job in Toronto

“We’ve been doing this for years, Roxy,” you whined, finally able to call her by her nickname, “I’ve graduated, we’ve graduated. I have a chance to start my life with a really successful company and I don’t know why you wouldn’t want me to take it. It’s not like you need me to stick around for anything. You're the one who didn’t want to have any commitments so this shouldn’t cause any problems for you”

“I just don’t get why you wanna go back to Canada” she said with a tinge of disgust on her words and you felt a rush of rage roll through you

“Because it’s home” you said plainly, scoffing before turning on your heels

“(Y/N)” she sighed

“Adrianne,” you replied softly, “I really hope we can see each other again someday. You will always be such an important part of my life but I need to take this step”

“I understand,” she smiled, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean anything about--”

“I know,” you interrupted with a smile, “I’ll see you.. when I see you.” As soon as you landed in Toronto, a giant grin spread across your face because it finally felt like home. You walked into e=mc2 on your first day anxious to get started and they did not waste any time putting you to work

“Alright, (Y/N), so we’ve got a wedding on Friday, a conference on Wednesday, a sweet sixteen next month that we have to settle all the details for next week, a gala in about 3 months -- give or take -- that is going to take a lot of work and a lot of time,” your boss explained, rambling slightly as the two of you rushed around the office, “and then there’s all the smaller events that we do. You’ll be very busy. Are you okay with all of this?”

“Of course!” you exclaimed, struggling to keep up with her footsteps

“We know it can be a bit jarring at first, because it all happens so quickly, which is why we put a clause in your contract that states you have a 30 day trial period. Like a subscription to Netflix,” she laughed, “to see if you can handle it or if you want to drop it”

“Smart,” you smirked, taking a breath when your boss finally stopped in the break room and got himself a glass of water, “but I don’t think I’ll need it. I love the fast paced environment”

“Good,” she smiled in return, “I think you’ll fit in really well here.”

Freddie’s P.O.V

You had noticed her once before. She was running through the building, clearly stressed about something, when you were walking back to your apartment with Auston. You saw her again a few weeks later, having lunch in the café across the street; you found yourself waiting for the next time you’d see her would be.

“Shit shit shit” you heard someone whisper from down the hall, finding her rushing down the corridor with an arm full of papers. You tried to move out of her way, not wanting to cause her undue stress when her shoulder connected with your arm sharply

“Oomph” the two of you said in tandem as her papers went flying

“Ow,” she groaned as she rubbed her shoulder, her eyes still not looking up at yours while she tried to collect everything that you’d made her drop, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going. I’m just in a bit of a rush...”

“That’s alright” you said softly and she finally looked up at you

“I... I really am sorry. I’ve been told I need to be more careful” she smiled

“Really, it’s fine. No harm done,” you replied, “do you have time for a drink?”

“Uhm,” she hesitated, fixing the bag on her shoulder, “I can’t... I have a lot of work to do. I’m sorry”

“How about tomorrow?” you called when she hastened down the hall and she looked back at you, not saying anything, “I’m Freddie by the way!” she stopped where she stood before turning around and letting a smile grow on her face

“(Y/N)!” she returned. The two of you eventually met up for lunch and, after that, couldn’t stop talking to each other; you couldn’t stop thinking about her. “I want to be very clear...” she started one day, after months of day dates, midnight snacks and weekly hookups. You furrowed your brow at her words, “I don’t want to just mess around. I did that once, with my ex, and it wasn’t right for me. If you don’t want a relationship, that’s fine, but tell me now because I don’t wanna waste my time.” Her bluntness was a breath of fresh air and you couldn’t help but be more attracted to with every word she spoke

“I wouldn’t want to waste your time...” you smirked, wanting to keep her on her toes just a little longer. “I don’t want to mess around either. I’ve done that before and I don’t want to do it anymore either. I want to be with you” she jumped into your arms and crashed her lips onto yours. From then on, the two of you were almost inseparable, learning new things at every turn, “I’ve never heard of Antigonish” you said when she told you about her hometown

“It’s small but it’s cute. It’s a good place to raise a family...”

“What about that?” you asked, “a family? You want one?”

“Are you asking if I want kids?” she teased

“Maybe”

“Do you want kids?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “I want a big family. Lots of kids”

“How many is lots?” she asked seriously

“As many as you’ll give me”

“Aww aren’t you cute”

“I know” you joked and she pushed your shoulder playfully. After nearly two years, she had never really opened up her exes, no matter how many times you asked, and it was starting to really get on your nerves

“Why are you getting so mad?” she yelled

“Why won’t you be honest with me?”

“I really don’t have any ‘exes’ so there’s nothing to talk about”

“You said that your ex just wanted to mess around, so obviously you had at least one ex” you argued

“I.. I called her my ex because it was easier to explain than we were ‘friends with benefits’ because it was more than that to me but it wasn’t to her but I hate the term ‘complicated’ even if it’s what it was,” she countered, still trying to argue her point but you were caught up on the fact that her ex was a girl that you couldn’t focus. “Freddie?”

“Sorry,” you shook your head, “you said her. Your ex is a girl?”

“Yeah...” was all she said, earning a scoff from you

“That’s it?”

“What’s the problem?”

“Was it like an experiment?”

“An exper-- no it wasn’t an experiment,” she scoffed, “I’m bisexual”

“And you never thought to tell me?!”

“It’s not a big deal so I.. didn’t think to mention it”

“It is a big deal!” you shouted

“Why? Why is it a big deal?”

“You dated a woman!”

“And I’ve dated men... plus, I told you, I didn’t date her. We just hooked up”

“Look, I don’t care the bisexual thing. I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me about it?” you asked, sitting down on the couch

“I don’t know... I guess I wasn’t sure how you’d react. Not everyone accepts it, my grandparents sure as hell didn’t” she sighed

“I love you,” you said, “I’m not your grandparents. You love who you love and that shouldn’t be helped. I’m just happy that I’m the one you love this time”

“I do love you,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around your neck, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner but thank you for not... overreacting.”

“Let’s just make this the last secret for a while okay?” you chuckled

“I can make that work.”

“I’m in town” a number you didn’t recognize texted you and you racked your brain about who it could be

“Sorry... who is this?”

“Ha ha very funny”

“Nicole?” you sent, thinking that your best friend changed her number

“No?”

“Charlie?”

“Seriously (Y/N)?”

“I’m sorry. I really don’t know who this is. I don’t recognize this number...”

“It’s Roxy” your cursor blinked in the empty space of your text box while you tried to think of something to say. It had been almost five years since you last saw her but seeing her name on the screen still made your heart race. Without even trying, she’d begun messing with your head all over again

“Oh. Hi”

“Oh. Hi?” she repeated your message before quickly sending another, “really that’s all I get?”

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you...”

“We said we’d keep in touch. That didn’t happen, clearly”

“You’re a busy woman. Last I heard, you were well on your way to being a CEO at some Fortune 500 company”

“Ah yes. That planned changed”

“It did?” you replied quickly, intrigued about what she could be in town for

“It did. It was fun while it lasted but I’m still busy, I like it that way”

“What are you up to then?”

“Well... I think we should meet up and talk about it. I would love to see you” You could picture her lips speaking those words. The way her tongue lingered on the back of her teeth as if she didn’t want the ‘L’ to escape her mouth before her breath could reach it. The way her grin would shape the sound of ‘you’ to make it sound more like an invitation than a word. You saw it all in your head and your fingers responded before you could stop them

“Sure! What about Friday?”

“Sounds good. I heard of a bar called The Cloak Bar that has a great vibe. I’m excited to try it”

“Yeah I’ve heard of it. Do you mind if I bring someone along?” you asked, biting the inside of your cheek nervously

“Not at all”

“Great! See you Friday!”

“(Y/N)?” Freddie said when he saw you staring you at your phone screen in silence, “babe?”

“Huh?” you said, still frazzled by the conversation you’d just had

“Everything okay? You look a little distracted...”

“Wanna go to a bar on Friday?” you blurted out

“Sure..” he scoffed

“Good. Great. Good,” you stammered, “that’s good. You’ll get to meet an old friend of mine.. from Boston...”

“An old friend?” he asked before you finally met his gaze, “an old friend.. your ex...”

“She’s in town and wants to... catch up”

“I’m sure she does” he teased, sitting down beside you

“Don’t be like that. She texted me... I could’ve not invited you, she knows you’re coming”

“She knows your boyfriend is coming?”

“She knows you’re coming...”

“(Y/N)...” he scoffed with a smile, dropping his head, “you didn’t say ‘my boyfriend is coming’ did you?” your silence said everything it needed to and Freddie fell back into the couch

“I’m sorry!” you tried, embarrassed about what happened, “everything happened so fast! I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know why I didn’t say something about you, why I didn’t mention your name, I’m so sorry! But I do want you there!”

“Relax,” he smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek, “It’s fine. I get it and you know what? I’m excited to meet this ‘Roxy’“

“Good. You’ll like her!” you exclaimed, “but don’t call her Roxy... it’s an inside thing. I just wouldn’t want her to like hate you before getting to know you”

“Okay,” he chuckled, “I promise, I’ll behave.” When Friday came along, you had changed your outfit countless times and you couldn’t calm your breathing; Freddie was finally able to calm you down enough that you could pick an outfit but your nerves were still getting the best of you. You showed up early and found a booth near the back and waited for Adrianne to walk through the door, watching your boyfriend’s reaction whenever you took your eyes off the entrance. “Babe... stop. You’re gonna be fine,” you laughed as he pressed a kiss to your lips, “I’m here for you.”

“I’m just so nervous... I know I shouldn’t be but I am” you said before taking a deep breath and training your eyes back on the door

“Is that her?” Freddie asked, nodding to the crowd of people who just walked in and you searched to see if she was among them. When you finally saw her, your first thought was she hasn’t changed a bit

“Yeah... that’s her” you sighed, watching as her smile went wide when she found you. She was wearing, what looked like, a pin striped suit -- tapered legs with the highest stilettos you’d ever seen topped with a one button blazer, low enough that both you and Freddie could tell she was only wearing a bra underneath

“Holy shit” you heard him gasp and you hit his chest before Adrianne got to the table

“(Y/N),” she said in a sultry voice, the same one she’d used that night you first met, “it’s so good to see you again. You look great”

“Me?” you blushed, “look at you! You look.. wow, just... wow”

“Thank you” she smiled, her eyes moving to Freddie slowly

“Sorry, this is my boyfriend. This is Freddie, Freddie this is Adrianne”

“Nice to meet you” Freddie greeted politely, outstretching his hand to shake hers but Adrianne only smirked in return before taking a seat beside you, tucking herself quite close to you

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Freddie...”

“So.. tell me. What’s new? What brings you to the City?” you asked, moving closer to Freddie and his arm draped over your shoulder

“I’m working on something. A merger, more or less, with the company I’m working for in Boston and one based out of Toronto. It appears the Canadians are not too keen to share with us Bostonian's” she laughed and you felt her hand land on your knee

“Let’s get some drinks!” you said, clearing your throat, “they have great cocktails here!”

“Don’t mind if I do” she said in the same sultry tone as before, peering over at Freddie, her hand still stationed on your knee and you could tell she was planning something; what that something was, remained to be seen.

Adrianne’s P.O.V

You weren’t expecting her to be in a relationship. Not that she wasn’t the type, just that she didn’t give you the impress she was dating but you could see why she was with him. He was big and he looked strong, she probably loved his hands on her body, his fingers inside her; god you missed having your fingers inside her. The way that she sunk into him told you that she felt safe with him and the way that he looked at her told you that he loved her and would likely do anything for her. You bit your lip as you watched the two of them interact, asking questions when you felt like it, keeping that ere of mystery about yourself that you’d always liked to. After two rounds of specialty cocktails and an extra old fashioned you ordered for (Y/N), the group was starting to loosen up a little

“Babe, I need to get out,” she whispered to Freddie, leaning against his chest as she spoke, “can you move a little?”

“Where’re you going?” he smirked

“I have to pee” she giggled

“Why don’t you just crawl over him?” you teased, half-expecting her to challenge you but wanting to see what she’d choose, when she squinted her eyes in mild annoyance before straddling her boyfriend, pecking his lips gently and shifting her body to the open space beside him.

“You really bring out a different side of her, don’t you?” he smirked

“I guess I just know a different version of her” you replied

“So.. what kind of person handles mergers? What’s your job title?” he pried

“Technically, I’m an Investment Advisor. That’s what it says on my business card but if you ask my bosses they’ll tell you I’m the badass who manages their portfolios so they don’t get fired or arrested for fraud” you replied proudly

“Shit,” he scoffed, “sounds important”

“What do you do?”

“Nothing nearly as important,” he laughed, “I’m a goaltender. In the NHL”

“For Toronto?” you asked, genuinely intrigued and he nodded, “well damn. That’s pretty cool. I’m starting to get a better idea why (Y/N) likes you”

“I mean.. she’s not with me because of my job” he clarified but you could tell you had shaken him

“Are you sure?” you teased, the situation moving more and more in your favour

“I--”

“I’m back!” she interrupted, a grin wide across her face as she slipped back into the booth, reaching across Freddie to grab her drink

“So..” you continued, ending the conversation between you and Freddie, “what are the plans for the rest of the night, you two?”

“Fred’s got practice tomorrow afternoon so we probably shouldn’t be out too late” she admitted, draping her arm over his shoulder before kissing his cheek

“We could go somewhere,” you added, noticing Freddie’s head snap back to you as a glare pierced through you, “just us girls. Catch up some more, dance a little? Like old times?”

“Rox..” she laughed, climbing onto her boyfriends lap, “I’m not really up for dancing tonight. I kinda miss our bed. All this alcohol is hitting me at once and I just wanna lay down”

“Hold on,” you mocked, “are we not young? Are we not healthy? Are we not vivacious?”

“Vivacious?” she chuckled

“Are we not sexy?” you added

“I don’t wanna dance tonight, Roxy” she countered

“I have something for you,” you smiled, glancing at Freddie, “for us”

“What’s that?” he asked

“Ecstasy” you said plainly, laughing as (Y/N) choked on her drink

“Hey!” she squirmed, “that’s illegal!”

“Relax,” you teased, “we’re not gonna get caught. I only have two tablets, so you each can have half”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea...” (Y/N) hesitated and you shrugged, swallowing the small pill quickly

“What?” you asked, “I’m not gonna waste a perfectly good pill, a perfectly good night, just because you’re not going to or because your boyfriend here as to stand around on ice tomorrow afternoon”

“Roxy, don’t be rude!” she yelled before Freddie threw the pill in his palm down his throat, taking a swig of (Y/N)’s old fashioned to chase it down, “FREDDIE?!”

“Babe, come on. It’ll be fine. Nothing bad will happen, I promise” he assured her

“We’re here for you” you added

“It’ll be fun” he said, nuzzling her neck with his nose and kissing her collarbone. She looked at the pill in her hand then back at you and Freddie, “why don’t we try something?”

“I don’t know what else you guys want me to try?” she whined, earning a small laugh from the two of you, “what?”

“No babe,” Freddie whispered, taking the pill from her palm, “let me take this and you just...” he leaned in, placing his fingers under her chin to bring her close to him, kissing her slowly and you watched as their tongues danced together, exchanging the pill. You noticed her hands tug at the fabric on his shoulders and you suddenly wondered how fast he could make her cum and if you could do better.

“Maybe should we get out of here...” you leaned in between them, catching (Y/N)’s stare while her puffy lips pouted and her breath began to build. She looked back at Freddie, biting her lip as she tried to gauge his reaction. When he looked over at you, you raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘come on’ and he nodded in return; the three of you took a car back to Freddie’s apartment, you and Freddie unable to keep your hands off of (Y/N). You sat behind her, hands on her hips, before you pushed her hair away from her neck, planting kisses along the side up to her ear while Freddie messaged her thighs and kissed her shoulder and her hand snaked to the back of his neck. Her moans filling the car let you know that the Ecstasy was kicking in, her hand falling from Freddie’s neck to your leg told you that tonight was going to be exactly what you hoped for.

You didn’t know how it happened but when the three of you stumbled into Freddie’s apartment, you were hypnotized by the sensations covering your body. Roxy kept her hands firmly on your waist as her lips continued to softly kiss your neck while Freddie directed the two of you to his bedroom, the windows covering the room in an amber hue.

“Lay down” Roxy whispered. You looked at Freddie before sitting down on the bed, not losing eye contact with him. Roxy was the first to take off any clothing, unbuttoning her blazer to expose the lacy bra she had underneath; you forgot how amazing her body was and you couldn’t control your hands reaching out to touch her. She smiled before leaning in to nip at your lips, placing her hands on either side of you as she hovered over you, making sure you were laying flat on the bed. You noticed her and Freddie exchange a look as if they could read each other’s minds; Roxy moved behind you while Freddie took her place in front of you. They started peeling of your clothes before their hands roamed your body, Roxy pulling you up gently to rest you in her lap before she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. Freddie was taking his time with you, slowly kissing your thighs and teasing your core as he traded his lips from one thigh to the next, his breath cascading over your skin and driving you mad the more time that went by

“Oh god” you whined at the lack of connection you were getting, catching Freddie’s smirk as he pulled back to pull off his shirt and Roxy began massaging your scalp. You saw the two of them glare at each other before your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of Roxy’s fingers tangling in your hair

“You wanna fuck her?” you heard Freddie say, feeling his body hover over yours, “huh? Is that what you came here for?”

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Roxy returned

“This was your plan wasn’t it? When you texted her, you just didn’t think I’d be here” Freddie grumbled

“I had no idea you existed” she challenged, forcing your eyes to open

“What the hell is going on?” you yelled to them, sitting up so you were between them. Neither of them answered you, they only glared at each other before continuing to kiss either side of your neck, Roxy’s hand trailing down your body until she found your clit; circling it until you let out a raspy moan, “fuck!” Freddie continued kissing down your body, stopping to kiss your nipples for moment before he stood up to take off his jeans

“Sit up” Roxy whispered in your ear and you obliged, wrapping your arms around Freddie’s neck to pull him close to you, pushing your breasts to his chest while his hands grabbed your hips and Roxy removed her pants before taking her place behind you once more. “You’re so wet, baby” she smirked as your back began to arch at her touch

“You look so sexy” Freddie added lowly and you dropped your head against Roxy’s lap until she moved back to lay your head onto the mattress, placing her legs on either side of your head, encouraging you to begin working at her orgasm. You felt Freddie push your legs apart before he guided himself into you, eliciting a loud moan that rippled through Roxy, forcing her to curse into the open space. You pressed your tongue flat against Roxy’s folds as Freddie rocked into your hips, allowing your ministrations to reach Roxy without you trying too much but when she ground her hips down a little, you brought your fingers up, curling them inside her as Freddie’s hands gripped your waist and ground himself into you, harder and harder, you had to stop what you were doing

“Fuck!” you screamed, reaching out for him with one hand while your other remained where it was, your fingers pumping in and out of Roxy until she reached her climax. She sat back against the pillows as Freddie continued to fuck you, eventually swinging her legs to the side and making her way behind Freddie. You watched as she traced her fingers up his arms, kissing his shoulders while he crashed his hips against yours

“How tight does she feel?” you heard Roxy whisper to Freddie

“So tight” he moaned, Roxy continuing to glide her fingers across his body

“Such a beautiful pussy isn’t it?” she smirked, kissing his neck in the process

“God yes” he growled, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you up

“Make her cum” Roxy whispered once more, her hands moving to push his hips into yours. Their breathing synced with each other as they brought you to a mindless state of bliss

“Fuck” you breathed, the two of them crashing on the bed beside you, your chests rising and falling in sync.

“Well shit” Roxy laughed

“That was great” you smiled

“We’re not done yet...” she said before your hand fell into Freddie’s chest. He brought it to his lips and you felt him smile against your skin before they moved you up against the pillows. You were exhausted, and you couldn’t say you were surprised; a threesome seemed like a lot of work without the drugs and alcohol and just as much with them. You lazily danced your finger across Freddie’s arm as you caught your breath, letting your free hand glide up Roxy’s leg before she smiled at you. She cupped your face with her hand and pressed her lips to yours, parting your lips with her tongue, allowing you to melt into her body; you felt Freddie’s erection push into your ass before his lips connected with your earlobe. His hands pulled your hips into him while you continued to kiss Roxy, your fingers now tangling in her hair, before you felt Freddie thrust into you from behind. You hummed at the sensation but couldn’t break the kiss you were sharing with Roxy, letting Freddie fuck you as hard as he could.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good” he moaned

“Fuck” you moaned in return, catching Roxy’s eyes before she kissed down your body until she reached your centre. Circling your clit with her tongue as Freddie fucked you from behind, your body becoming overwhelmed by sensation. It wasn’t long before you reached your second high, letting out a squeal as both Freddie and Roxy found the exact right spot at the same time, Freddie biting your shoulder as he kept himself inside you until he came. You fell back into his chest, panting as you calmed down, smirking when Roxy didn’t come back up from where she was. “What are you doing down there?” you laughed

“I’m just catching my breath” she replied

“I’ll be right back” Freddie said, kissing your temple before getting up and heading into the en suite bathroom. He came back with a damp face cloth and began cleaning you up, turning your body gently to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Roxy scoffed when he left without doing the same for her, “I thought I’d get a clean cloth for you” he said as soon as he came back in the room, doing the same for her as he did for you.

“Well aren’t you just... perfect” she said, “prince of aftercare”

“He’s pretty great” you smiled

“Thanks,” he chuckled, “can I get anyone anything from the kitchen? Water?”

“No I’m good, thanks babe”

“I’ll take some wine if you got it. Wine always helps level me out after E” Roxy said

“You got it, Adrianne” he smirked, making his way downstairs quickly, leaving the two of you to giggle and gossip about him

“You really love him don’t you?” she said, pushing herself up onto the pillows where you were

“I do” you confessed

“You guys are good together” she replied and you could tell there was something she wasn’t saying

“Thanks...” you furrowed your brow, “what’s wrong, Rox?”

“Nothing,” she scoffed and you tilted your head, “no really. I just.. didn’t think I’d find you so domesticated”

“Domesticated?” you laughed, “what about this night says ‘domesticated?’”

“Not this night,” she smiled, “just how you are with him. It’s sweet. It’s just not what I expected”

“What did you expect?” you questioned

“I guess I thought you’d be independent. Being a boss ass bitch, like me,” she laughed, “and not wanting to settle down so you’d be f—”

“Filling my time with random hookups?” you interrupted and she shrugged like it was obvious, “you know I’m not like that. I’ve never been like that.”

“I’m happy for you” she added just as Freddie came in with her wine, nearly filled to the brim, “he’s a keeper” she whispered. She made quick work of the wine, finishing it almost immediately after she got it, and decided it was time she head out, “this was fun. Like really fun, but I think it’s time for me to go”

“Adrianne...” you sighed, using her full name to try to convince her to stay

“No really. I’ve got an early morning, you’ve got a busy day,” she replied, gesturing to a still-shirtless Freddie, “I had a great time but let’s just let it be that. It was nice to see you again, (Y/N), and it was nice to meet you, Freddie”

“You too, Adrianne” he smiled sweetly

“Oh please,” she laughed, “you’ve seen me naked. You can call me Roxy”

“Why is it Roxy? You never really told me...” you asked with a smile

“I went as Roxanne, or what I thought Roxanne would look like, for Halloween one year. You know like the Police song?” she explained while you and Freddie nodded, “well anyway, everyone got tired of singing the song to me, real quick, and Roxy was born”

“I like that story” you smiled, noticing the shyest smile creep over Adrianne’s face; it was the first time she’d really been truly vulnerable with you

“Take care of her, okay?” she said to Freddie

“I will” he replied

“Take care of yourself, Adrianne” you said softly

“I will” and just like that, she was gone. You tucked yourself into your boyfriends chest and fell asleep; mumbling that you loved him before everything went dark. You weren’t sure if or when you’d ever hear from her again but, if one thing came from this night, you were pretty sure nothing was just sex anymore for Roxy.

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Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Kanato Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts on the Carnival’s venue

Yui: ( We’ve returned to the street from earlier. Kanato-kun’s still holding my hand but... )

Say, where are we going next?

Kanato: You really are such a troublesome person. We will eventually get there if you just keep walking.

Yui: Uu...But I’m curious as to where we’re headed.

Kanato: I see. ...In that case, I’ll tell you.

We’re currently headed towards the dress shop ‘Riz à l'impératrice’.

Yui: Eh? A dress shop?

( I wonder why Kanato-kun would want to go to a dress shop...? )

Say, is there anything you need from there?

Kanato: ...It’s your fault.

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: You get mistaken for a servant because you walk around in rags!

Yui: ...!

Kanato: Can’t you tell by looking around? Your outfit is strange.

Yui: ( Now that he mentions it, my clothes might stand out a little here... )

Kanato: I wouldn’t have had a problem with you wearing those if you hadn’t been mistaken for a servant.

However, this just won’t do!

For one, you are to blame here for giving off such a vibe...So why would you say that?

Yui: ...S-Sorry.

Kanato: If you want to walk by my side, I have to ensure you look the part too.

Yui: ( I don’t really understand, but I’m sure this is just Kanato-kun’s way of looking out for me, right? )

Thank you, Kanato-kun.

Kanato: Hmph...We’re here. This is the place.

ー They enter the dress shop

Yui: ( This is...It’s actually a dress shop. )

( Instead of regular clothes, they have a bunch of formal wear lined up. Every single piece looks extremely luxurious. )

( However, I wonder if there’s something that will fit me at such a wonderful store? )

Kanato: ...Is nobody around?

Dress shop Madam: Fufu...Welcome. I am glad to meet such adorable customers.

Yui: Wah...G-Good evening!

( That startled me...She appeared out of nowhere after all. )

( But...What a lovely dress. I wonder if it’s a piece she made herself? It fits her like a glove... )

Dress shop Madam: Well then...Have you come to choose a dress for this cute little lady over here?

Oh dear, are you...a human?

Kanato: She’s my human luggage.

Yui: K-Kanato-kun...

Dress shop Madam: Right. If she belongs to you, I shall welcome her to my store. Of course, a regular human I would kindly ask to leave.

Kanato: Please prepare some clothes to ensure I won’t have to feel embarrassed to have her walk by my side.

Dress shop Madam: Understood. Well then...Would you please give me a better look at your face?

Yui: Eh? ...Y-Yes...!

Dress shop Madam: You have very cute facial features. Your figure (1) as well...Fufufu, not bad.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( She’s kind of touching me all over...It’s a little embarrassing, even if she’s a woman. )

Dress shop Madam: Thank you. All preparations are done now.

With my dresses, the person who wears it does not choose the dress, but the other way around.

Yui: Eh?

Dress shop Madam: Therefore, could you please give them some time?

I am sure that the dresses are currently amidst a heated discussion, wishing to be worn by you!

Kanato: Fufu...Good for you, Yui-san.

Ah, however, they might actually be quarreling because none of them want to be put on by you.

Say, Teddy? What should we do if we can’t find an outfit for her to wear here...?

Her current look is a crime to the eyes, so should we just have her walk around naked instead? Fufu, that might not be too bad of an idea...

Yui: ( What if I don’t get chosen...? )

*Rustle rustle*

Dress shop Madam: Oh dear? I am being summoned, it seems.

Fufu, I suppose you won’t have to walk around naked.

Well then, let me bring you a dress that will fit you perfectly.

Yui: ...Yes, please.

( ...Thank god... )

( I wonder which kind of dress chose me...? I’m a little excited. )

( Dresses just are something I’ve always idolized. I wonder what kind would be nice? )

Selection

→ A princess line dress (☾)

Yui: In the end, nothing’s quite as cute as a flowy princess-like dress, don’t you think?

Kanato: A princess? You?

Yui: ( Eh? I said that out loud...? )

Kanato: Well, it would depend on the type of princess...How about Rapunzel?

Yui: Eh...Why?

Kanato: Bound to my side forever, you get to spend the night simply living true to your desires...Don’t you think that sounds wonderful?

( Did the story really go like that...? )

→ A short dress

Yui: Classical style dresses are nice too, but I wouldn’t be upset with a shorter one either.

( It gives off more of a casual vibe, but they’re easy to walk around in and they’re cute. )

Kanato: You really have no class, wanting to flaunt your own body like that.

Yui: T-That isn’t exactly my intention though...

Kanato: That’s a lie, isn’t it? To think you’re actually out here wishing one of the short dresses chose you, how repulsive.

Seems like you have already forgotten that this is the Demon World, so you are surrounded by Vampires.

Yui: ( That wasn’t what I meant. )

Yui: ( I wonder what kind of dress it’ll be? I’m a little nervous... )

ー The shop lady returns

Dress shop Madam: Well then, this is the dress which chose you.

Yui: ...!

Kanato: Heeh...Not bad. It’s pitch-black, reminiscent of the dark...

I have taken a liking to it. Let’s take this one. You don’t mind, do you? Yui.

Yui: Yeah...

Dress shop Madam: Oh my, I’m glad it is to your liking.

However, having the customer try on the dress is a set rule at this establishment. Well then, please follow me to the fitting rooms?

ー She escorts Yui to the fitting rooms

Dress shop Madam: Well then, why don’t you try and have a nice chat with the dress? Fufu...You can take your time, okay?

Yui: Yes...Thank you very much.

ー Yui enters the fitting room

Yui: ( I wonder if it’s really okay for someone like me to put on such a beautiful dress? )

( However, I was chosen, so it’d be rude not to put it on, right? )

( Wait, this...How do I wear it? )

( Is this a corset? Also, a hoop skirt...Uu, can I really put this on by myself? )

( I guess I should give it a shot. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( I-I somehow managed to put on the underclothes but... )

( It’s tight around my waist and hard to move around in since I’m not used it. )

( Okay, now I just need to put the dress on top... )

Kanato: How much longer will you keep me waiting!!?

Yui: !?

Kanato: I tell you all the time just how much I hate waiting, no?

Yet...You have the nerve to make me wait this long just to put on one simple outfit...

Yui: I’m sorry, I’m almost done!

( Right. It’ll be complete once I put on this dress. ...There we go. )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Now I just have to zip it up in the back...Huh...I can’t reach it? )

( Oh no. But it’d be bad if I force my body to turn and rip up the fabric. )

( I could ask someone...Right, perhaps the lady from earlier would be willing to help? )

Say, Kanato-kun?

I’d like some help with the zipper in the back so could you call over the person from earlier?

Kanato: Haah? ...Why are you treating me as your little errand boy now?

Please do that yourself.

Yui: But...

Kanato: But, what?

Please don’t try and make excuses. Just how stupid are you that you can’t even put on a single dress yourself?

Furthermore, you are giving someone other than me the honor of seeing you in it first?

Yui: Kanato-kun, you’re wrong. I really can’t...

Kanato: Fufu...I understand. Well then, I shall check whether you are lying or not.

Yui: ( Eh...? )

ー Kanato enters the room

Yui: Kyaah! K-Kanato-kun!!

Kanato: Hm. So you actually couldn’t zip it up.

...A klutz on top of being a dimwit. You truly are hopeless, aren’t you?

Yui: But...

Kanato: Fufu...Are you that embarrassed?

Yui: Of course I am...! You...You just barged in while I was in the middle of changing!

Kanato: Heeh...? You are rather rude, considering I was going to show my good heart and help you out.

Come on, turn your back this way please.

Yui: T-Thank you...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( That being said, it really is embarrassing... )

Uhm, Kanato-kun? It still is embarrassing, so could you call the shop la...

Kanato: ...could you?

Yui: Eh?

Kanato: How could you...? I’m actually willing to lend someone like you a helping hand.

Yet, you’re trying to chase me out...You truly are a horrible person!

Yui: Kanato-kun, calm down...!

Kanato: Shut up!!!

Having to listen to you is already bad enough, yet you have the nerve to say such a thing to me!

Please apologize...!

Yui: Uu...I’m sorry.

However, it’s not that I dislike it, it’s just embarrassing so...

Kanato: You reject me out of shame?

I will not let that slide...!!

Yui: ( Uu...What should I do? )

Kanato: But well, I suppose it’s fine. I’ll forgive you this once.

Yui: Really?

Kanato: Yes, however, in return, I won’t let you get away without giving me a proper thank-you in return.

Yui: A thank-you...?

Kanato: Exactly. I zipped up the back of your dress, remember?

I lent you a hand...

Come on, turn this way.

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyaah!!

*Rustle rustle*

Kanato: Fufu...I wonder if it’s because you’re clad in black, but your skin looks even more fair than usual.

Delicious...Nn...Nn...

Yui: !!

( No way...Right here... )

Kanato: Aah...Blood is oozing out, you look so very cute...

Nn...Phew...Nn...

Come on, I’ll suck your blood...From this side too.

Phew...Hah...Nn.

Fufu, you’re scrumptious, Yui-san.

Even though you’re simply wearing another set of clothes, you almost seem like a different person.

Well...I guess you could say the dress suits you?

A hint of red mixed in...with the contrasting white and black, makes for a very pretty sight.

Yui: Kanato-kun...Please, no more...

Kanato: Heeh, is this all you’ve got to offer me as a reward?

Yui: That’s not...But...!

Kanato: Nn...Hah...Ah...

Then, please let me have some more. Fufu...Okay?

Yui: Ah...

Kanato: Nn...Fufu, it’s sweet. Are you turned on, perhaps?

Yui: No way...I’m not.

Kanato: But your blood is sweeter and more delicious than usual...Would you like a little lick too?

Yui: Eh? ...Nn...

Kanato: Nn...

Yui: ( The kiss...tastes of blood... )

Kanato: Fufu...I tried dyeing your lips a bright crimson too but...It really would be a waste of good blood after all...

Nn...Fufu...

Well then, please let me suck a little longer...Nn...

Yui: ( I can’t believe we’re doing this in the fitting rooms... )

( But...I can’t fight back... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー They return from the fitting rooms

Yui: ( We finally made it out...I was only supposed to try on the dress... )

( But... )

Kanato: Fufu...

Yui: ( I guess the fact it improved Kanato-kun’s mood is the only saving grace. )

Dress shop Madam: Oh dear, you made it. (3) So...How was it?

Yui: Eh...?

Dress shop Madam: Fufu, your impressions. Would you mind telling me how you enjoyed your lenghty ‘encounter' in there?

Yui: That’s...!

( Could it be, she realized Kanato-kun sucked my blood...!? )

Kanato: Yui-san? What’s wrong?

Yui: I mean...

Kanato: ...Fufu. Why do you seem so embarrassed?

Yui: You know, I thought that maybe she heard what we did in there.

Kanato: Fufu. You truly are meek when it comes to pleasure, aren’t you?

While I don’t dislike the fact you are completely enraptured by me...

If you keep on making an absolute fool out of yourself with those reactions, it troubles me as well.

Yui: ( Eh? )

Kanato: ...While I hate to admit this, I thought you looked rather nice in that dress.

Especially that dark black hue...I usually don’t exactly picture you in that color.

I’m glad we chose this store.

Dress shop Madam: Oh my, you sure know how to flatter someone? Thank you.

Kanato: Come on, you should tell her your impressions as well.

Yui: Ah...Uhm, I liked it a lot!

Dress shop Madam: I’m glad about that. I’m sure the dress must be happy as well.

Kanato: You are rather lewd, huh.

Yui: !!

Kanato: Why is your face flushed bright red?

Fufu...Did you recall my fangs, perhaps?

Yui: ( Uu... )

Kanato: You truly are such an embarrassing girl.

Madam, we’ll take this dress please. Can you have it delivered to my room?

Dress shop Madam: Understood. Thank you very much.

Yui: Eh? You can’t!

Kanato: Why not?

Yui: I mean, I can’t accept such an expensive-looking dress...

Kanato: I’m saying it’s fine, so there’s no problem.

Yui: But...

( Hm...I feel bad... )

( Ah, speaking of which, how will we pay for it? )

Uhm, Kanato-kun?

Kanato: You better not be thinking of spouting some unnecessary nonsense again, I hope?

Yui: ...

( ...I’ll just keep quiet. )

Kanato: ...This took longer than I expected. Let’s return to the castle, Yui-san.

Yui: Y-Yeah...!

( Haah...Somehow too much happened, I’m feeling beat. )

( However, the mystery of the ‘Queen of the Carnival’ hasn’t been solved yet...So I wonder what’s still in store for me? )

Kanato: Well then, let’s go, Teddy. ...Huh...?

Say, where are you hiding? It’s time to go? Teddy?

Yui: Teddy...?

( Huh? Now that you mention it, Teddy’s gone. )

( Kanato-kun was holding him in his arms when we entered the shop though... )

( Where could he have run off to? )

Kanato: Where are you, Teddy!?

Dress shop Madam: Oh dear. I saw him leave the store by himself?

Yui: Eh?

( Teddy went outside on his own...!? )

Kanato: That makes no sense!

Dress shop Madam: But I saw it with my very own eyes. He turned around for a second, but then continued walking away.

Kanato: No way...Teddy would never...just disappear on me...

Dress shop Madam: It happened mere minutes ago, so if you chase after him right away, you might still be able to catch up to him.

If I recall correctly, he went to the left after leaving the store...

Yui: ( But this is the Demon World, so anything could happen. )

( Either way, we have to look for him! )

Kanato: I can’t believe Teddy has vanished...Uu...Sniffle...

Yui: Kanato-kun, don’t cry. I’ll search with you, okay...?

Kanato: ...Hic. Teddy...

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The word スタイル or ‘style’ does come from English, but it refers more to someone’s body shape/figure, rather than your actual fashion/clothing style.

(2) A princess line dress is a fitted, long dress which has long seams to create a nice shape.

(3) お疲れ様 or ‘otsukare-sama’ is such a basic phrase, but also one I find extremely difficult to translate at times. It can mean ‘thank you (for the hard work)’ or ‘that’s enough for today’, but also implies that something might have been ‘rough’. In this case, I do believe the shop owner is lowkey referring to the fact Yui just had her blood sucked. :p

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ KOU]

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kanato sakamaki #vandead carnival #diabolik lovers translation #vckanatochapter2

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Original twins headcanons

I'm finally making this after months. Here's some random facts from my fic. Let's go.

Ok mostly they're opposites in everything (very predictable, I know). Rafal dresses like a royal, Rhian has an infinite amount of copies of the same outfit like a cartoon character. Rafal is charming and good at speeches and all that jazz, Rhian doesn't want to be percieved. Rafal is a Light Yagami kinnie, Rhian has 0 self esteem. Rafal is an absolute monster, Rhian is a literal angel. You get the drill. One thing that they do have in common is that they're both introverts.

They're left handed. It's not relevant, I just accidentally made them left handed in a drawing and now I decided it's canon.

Random Rhian facts: he's your typical Hufflepuff. He has a pretty smile. He hates responsabilities and talking to stranger. He likes walking in the woods. He deserved better. I miss him a lot (and I make him suffer in every chapter even tho he's my favourite character).

Rhian is the only valid straight person in sge sorry I don't make the rules 😔✋🏻. I think I accidentally made Rafal aromantic. I sincerely apologize to all my aro followers for that.

According to Personality Databes, Rafal's MBTI type is INTJ. I decided that Rhian is INFP because I kin him.

As I said in a previous post, Rhian is a cottagecore king and Rafal is too much into dark royalcore. Uhm. Interesting contrast.

Rhian's talent is ice magic (because their dad is related to the Snow Queen) and Rafal's is controlling shadows (Shadow!Rafal canon ✨).

They actually became school masters a short time after their third year (does that count as a fourth year quest?!). The reasons why they put two litteral 18 year olds on charge of protecting the most important entity in the woods? 1. They're two twins from different schools, therefore a perfect symbol of balance between Good and Evil (wich was very needed in that time period). 2. They're some of the best students from that year. 3. The previous School Master died suddenly (... long story) and they were really desperate to find a new one. 4. Their dad is famous and no one wants to upset him. 5. "They're siblings!! They should get along!!! Right?!" (And then they didn't).

Rhian didn't even want to be a School Master, one day Rafal basically went "Hey I know you want to live in a cottage with your gf and shit but I wanna become the School Master very badly and they probably won't let me without you" and Rhian was like "😀?!?!? Ok I guess?!?!!!!" (Spoiler: it was a terrible idea).

Pretty irrelevant but young Rafal wears a shitton of rings because I think they're cool. Later on he gets into gloves (because they give creepy vibes and also for sad edgy reasons).

Their mother (Ingrid, name stolen from @tedros-is-helpless ) is a former Ever and their father (mr Isa Mistral, that fucking bastard) is a Never. Wich creates a lot of drama, even tho Isa doesn't live with them.

Rafal is good at seeing people's true natures (=mostly if they're Evers or Nevers) and Rhian is good at understanding other people's emotions. Except that they use these qualities in the worst way possible. So yeah my first hot take from today are "Rafal has some sort of emotional intelligence but he only uses it for evil".

Rhian is generally better at magic and Rafal is furios about it, even tho he doesn't show it.

Rafal really gets into weapons (especially very fancy daggers that can conveniently be hidden in your sleeve to kill your brother).

No but they were actually very close when they where little, but they broke apart a little bit when they started school. Rhian kinda hoped that becoming the school masters would solve everything, but as you might expect it got really shitty real quick (and it was Rafal's fault, as always. He's gross).

My secon hot take is "the only person Rafal ever loved was Rhian and deep down he regrettes killing him". And he knew that Rhian cared about him but he simply decided to ignore it and pursue power instead. (Also his idea of "caring" is "I want him by my side and I don't want him dead" and not "I want him to be happy").

Rafal felt like he could only be truly himself with Rhian, wich either means "snarky edgy teen" or "manipulative and controlling monster that only cares about himself" depending on the context. Basically he's only nice to important people and he's passive aggressive.

Rhian is only twenty-something when he dies and that breaks me (even tho I wrote it). Also he always tried to justify Rafal's actions because he didn't want to lose him and, even tho he eventually had to put the School's safety first, he loved him until the very end. Maybe it doesn't hit you as hard described like this, but it definetly hit me hard a worring amount of times a day.

So yeah. Here's what, as the kids say, lived into my mind rent free for the last year. I wrote most of this at 1 am and it shows. Please like it.

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balkanballad · 3 years

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Eurovision 2021 ranking

hello, hello and welcome to my eurovision 2021 ranking. the songs are ranked with numbers but I also put them into categories (from 💐 to 🥀) and added a short comment. so, if you are interested in my personal opinion about the songs, have fun:

💐:

Switzerland: I was rooting for him last year and it’s the one returner in my top that didn’t disappoint me that much. what a start, huh? I love the song, I love the feeling it gives me when I listen to it, the clip is very pretty too. did I like his last entry better? yes, but I will say it already here at the very top of this list: I liked last year’s choices in general a lot more. nevertheless, this is a beautiful entry! and it is my personal winner this year

Australia: I loved her last song. It was there for me when I needed it. Technicolour does not touch me in that way but it is fun!! it’s catchy to me and I really like Montaigne. I adore her style and how she sings. I am excitingly looking forward to this performance :)

France: beautiful song, amazing singer, the national final performance was wonderful. however, I listened to it so much that back in March I already needed a break form it. now as I am finishing this it’s April and I can slowly listen to it again. it’s me though, it’s not her. that’s really a me problem. she’s wonderful and I love the French touch to this

Albania: a ballad from the Balkans <3 hello, of course I like it and I love that they kept it in Albanian this year. I heard similar songs before, but I like the sound of it still.and overall it’s a song that gives me familiar vibes in a cozy way with a bit of drama

Russia: interesting!! I was relived to see that Little Big didn’t return because, as I explained in my ranking for last year, I was not feeling them. absolutely nothing about them, but I love her! I think it’s catchy, it’s something different and I like the message she supports. it took me a few times to fully decide how I feel about the song, but now it’s in my top for sure

Denmark: fun! a fun song in Danish. I really like the good mood it puts me in. I even see this in the context of the Umbrella Academy or Stranger Things or something like that when they go to Europe to party a bit. I also really enjoy the old school vibe this has to it. I miss that vibe. I’m also a bit old school

Cyprus: I absolutely do not relate to anything said in this song but it’s catchy! it is a bit fuego and a bit replay but I liked those entries as well, so yeah fire. I have not heard a single live performance by her but I am not exactly sure that vocals will be the aspect that she will try to win votes with anyway. I am amused by the fact that apparently people were offended by this song when it clearly makes no sense whatsoever. it’s simply a bop, move on and dance a bit

🌺:

(8.) Greece: fun as well! a ‘dream team’ entry for sure. I say this a bit sarcastically, but they do well a lot of the times and I am lured in by a lot of their entries myself. Kontopoulos is a big name in the esc industry, it’s a fact. the song is a bit more mature than Superg!rl, which I also listened to more often that I thought I would. It still reminds me of a theme song for a superhero show for kids and I am a bit worried that the ‘dReAM TeAm’ is a bit too outdated for Stefania because I think she could have done something cooler than both of those songs

(9.) Sweden: it took me a few times listening to this song, but I like the song now. I don’t think it’s too special and “a million voices” reminds me of Polina immediately because those are her words for me, but this is a good song too. I like how it makes me feel empowered and like everything will be okay. thank you for that, Tusse, I need that

(10.) Israel: Eden deserved a better song. I like this song less than last year’s entry because I think it’s less interesting and I loved some instrumental parts from last year’s entry, but this is not bad either. I am rooting more for her than for the song, but I guess that’s this year’s motto for me. I also can’t say that I love the revamp because it made it sound even more generic for me

(11.) Belgium: I saw the promo pics for them and was very confused how different the singer looks this year, but it turns out that it’s not the same woman. I like this entry a lot better. I like her voice and I really like the vibe. It sounds a bit like it could play in the background of a classic American tv show when a character is going a bit through it and pouring a drink while it’s dark outside. I have the same problem that I mentioned already while talking about the French entry, but that’s still a me problem. I just need a break

(12.) Ireland: this entry is a lot less annoying to me than the song that she had last year. I like the lyrics and whole aesthetic of this one a lot more. it’s another one that I can’t listen to too often, but I still think it’s a very good choice imo

(13.) The Netherlands: Jeangu!! I think he for example will give a wonderful vocal performance. Growth felt way more personal to me, but that’s a repeating motive this year and also a me problem because obviously this is his song and he does it well

🌻:

(14.) San Marino: I’m still confused by this feature and I can’t really say that I’m ‘living’ for it, but I already made a post about how I don’t think she needed Flo Rida. minus the feature it’s a catchy party song, but it reminds me of one song that I simply can’t remember anymore. something that I heard from the Greek music industry, maybe even Eleni, if you know which one I mean, pls let me know

(15.) Estonia: just like last year: this song doesn’t make much sense and I don’t want to, but I still catch myself listening to it frequently... I am sorry, I can’t help it, but it puts me in a eurovision mood and yes, I am blaming Kontopoulos again. I am a weak person when it comes to his melodies

(16.) Ukraine: first I had it lower in my ranking, but I like SHUM better now and I like it a lot more now than last years entry. I really like the part when it gets faster, that’s really fun and makes me want to jump! jump! jump!

(17.) Spain: it’s a lot less repetitive than the last entry, but I would be lying if I said that I listen to this very often. it’s alright, not bad at all actually, but I just wasn’t in the mood for this (yet?)

(18.) Romania: this is for me still the same type of style as Bulgaria. European Billie Eilish type. last year I ranked her higher than Bulgaria as well, but they are pretty much the same to me. I can’t comment on whether I like her song less or more this year. it’s not bad either but I simply don’t think about it much

(19.) Bulgaria: I think I like this entry better than her last one. the message is cute, the melody too and yeah, but I don’t care about it too much

🌼:

(20.) Croatia: it’s a faster pop song without a real meaning. ground-breaking. the title makes me think of Ukraine 2014. which I like better, but we’ll see, maybe the performance will have something cool too. I will say though, I would have prefered the whole song to be in Croatian, it doesn’t make it much deeper, but I like that part the most

(21.) Malta: another faster pop song. I think she will give an amazing vocal performance and it will be cool and powerful, but the message and lyrics are a bit confusing to me. I am not the lyrics police, but I am confused by them a bit

(22.) Iceland: I think I like it better than last year’s song, but it’s still not LOVE that I feel for the song. I can listen to it though

(23.) Lithuania: it’s there. I am not a fan of them and it’s not a song I love too much, but I can listen to it

(24.) North Macedonia: sigh. I liked last year’s entry a lot and Vasil seems like someone who cares a lot about the contest, but I don’t feel this ballad. I think I know what they were going for and what it’s trying to be, dramatic and meaningful, but I don’t feel it that much. it’s okay? but it doesn’t do much for me

(25.) Czech Republic: this was a surprise because I think the overall quality of his entry got a lot better, this time though I have the problem that I do not like the lyrics. they don’t make me as uncomfortable as Germany last year but they are in that area of uhm, I don’t love the feeling this gives me

(26.) UK: hm :/ I can’t say that I’m a fan. this sounds like the type of song that the boring straight men in my area put in their tinder bio as their song, but it’s every third guy that says this is his song. those Calvin Harris remix type-ish songs and I am sooo bored. I swipe left because it’s no match, I delete tinder. breath was a lot more my thing and a lot more exciting and interesting

(27.) Poland: as soon as this stops, the exact same second, I forget everything about it. I don’t remember a single word, barely the title and singer and not the melody. what is this about? I can’t tell you. it’s not exactly bad, but it is so forgettable

(28.) Moldova: oh faster pop song? wow.. so.. original. I am starting to sound like those weird people that hate ballads. I don’t feel it and I don’t relate to it, but I also don’t hate it. the video though.. no thanks.

(29.) Italy: as so often: I see a lot of Italy fans on here and I can’t relate. it’s not for me, but it’s there and I can listen to it when I can’t reach the skip button for some reason

(30.) Austria: hm. Austria and Slovenia are going there. this is the better Amen song for me, but I don’t love it. it’s better than what Ana is trying to sell even though it’s super repetitive

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(31.) Serbia: I can’t tell you if it’s worse than last year but it’s less catchy. the lyrics are still bad. actually, maybe I am the lyrics police

(32.) Finland: this not my genre and I don’t really listen to it

(33.) Slovenia: nop. not for me in any way. I already said last year that I don’t like her voice and it didn’t change but now I also don’t love the message or weird vibe of this entry. I had it even lower, but I can’t push it up more. this is as high as I can rank it

(34.) Norway: I don’t like it. I don’t like the lyrics or melody or performance that was in the nf actually. I have a hard time understanding the concept even with the explanation it makes no sense to me

(35.) Portugal: I don’t like it. a lot of the parts of the melody are really not for me and borderline annoying, but definitely boring

(36.) Georgia: it’s boring. the last entry was at least something interesting, but this one is boring, which makes me a bit sad because his voice sounds and he seems like the guy that could make something cooler. I know I am not the person that can judge rock because I don’t listen to it too much, but I feel like he could have done something cooler and ‘rock’ it more

(37.) Latvia: again: I can’t even say if it’s worse or better than last year. maybe a bit better actually but, just as last time, I can’t listen to this. it annoys me and gives me a bit of a headache. I don’t think her style and voice is for me

(38.) Germany: I wouldn’t necessarily call it hate that I feel when I have to listen to this, even though that’s a funny play with the words of this title, but I definitely feel very annoyed by this song, so I simply don’t listen to it

(39.) Azerbaijan: the song sounds just like the last one, which I had placed on the 14. place in my own 2020 ranking, however, I can’t bring myself to support someone who posts war propaganda on their socials. it’s eurovision and about the songs, I know, but this is my blog and my ranking. so it’s a no for me this time and my last place in this ranking

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