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sailorholly · 3 days
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Between Us Pt. 2
Summary: You and Spencer had a casual relationship. A misunderstanding ruins it all.
Pairing: Spencer Reid × F. BAU Reader
Warnings: Friends with benefits. Angst.
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Part One
Tonight was the night you were going to confess your feelings to Spencer. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, it was too painful. You were worried you would lose him when you told him, but you thought there was a good chance he felt the same.
You spent all afternoon cooking his favorite foods, planning for a night of cuddling and love making after you got the confession out of the way. When you were finished getting dressed, Spencer knocked on your door.
You invited him in, taking your seats at the table. You ate in silence, your nerves making your stomach hurt. “I have to tell you-“ “We should talk.” You spoke over each other. You smile, giggling with excitement. Spencer wanted to talk too. This is going so well.
“You go first.” You prompt him, smiling wide at him. “These past six months have been so fun. But I think our time together should come to an end.” You try to swallow the lump in your throat, willing yourself not to cry.
“I want to keep it professional at work. We can still be friends, we will just take the sex out of it.” He explains, studying your face. All you can do is nod as he rattles on about how the statistics of such a relationship show that the longer you did it, the harder it would be to end it.
You used to love hearing him spout a million facts about whatever topic he was talking about. But not tonight. “So what did you want to tell me?” He asks, serving himself more food. “Um, I was just going to tell you that book I ordered you came this morning. I thought you would be excited.” You rise from the table, retrieving the thick book from the counter and bringing it to Spencer.
“Thanks.” His smile breaks your heart. You can feel that your attempts to keep the tears at bay are failing. “Why don’t you take the food with you? I’m suddenly not feeling well.” You tell him, as you turn your back to get the lids for the bowls. You hand them to him, turning your back as the tears start to fall. “I’m going to lay down. Lock the door behind you.”
If he thought your sudden illness had anything to do with him, he didn’t act like it. Spencer was right about nothing changing. He was the exact same as he had always been with you, just without the sex.
Spencer was heartbroken. He didn’t want to end his sexual relationship with you. But he couldn’t put himself through the pain anymore. He spent all of his spare time with you. He couldn’t keep you off his mind. Things had changed a few months ago. He had bent the rules he set in place so he wouldn’t fall for you.
You had started spending the night and cuddling. Spencer had fallen fast and hard. But he couldn’t go through every day knowing you didn’t feel the same. So he had to end it, as painful as it was for him. It was no secret that you had been hooking up. But he didn’t want to talk about it with anyone.
Until two weeks after he called it off, he was so upset, he broke down and talked to Derek. He wanted to know all the details, but Spencer only told him the important information. “I have an easy fix for you, pretty boy.” Morgan smirked at him. Spencer leaned in, excited there was a solution.
“You know what they say, if you want to get over someone, get under someone else. You just have to sleep with someone and she will be the last thing you’re thinking of. Works for me every time.” Spencer cleared his throat. “Easy for you to say. I’m lucky she agreed to sleep with me. I’ll never find someone else so quickly, and I’m not sure I would want to.”
“I know someone who has been into you since she started here.” Derek boasts, nodding his head to the blonde at the coffee pot talking to Rossi. “Ashley?” Spencer squeaked, while Derek laughed.
Ashley Seaver was one coworker you could not get used to. She was impulsive, always throwing herself into trouble. You couldn’t stand her. Not only for how she acted on the field, but for how she looked at Spencer. She wanted him, and she didn’t care who knew it. She was all over him from the second she started working at the BAU.
She even knew that you and Spencer were hooking up, but she didn’t care. She used every opportunity to touch him or say something flirty, making eye contact with you the whole time she did it. Luckily, Spencer was oblivious. When you mentioned how she hung all over him, he said he didn’t even notice. He was too busy thinking about the case or the thing you did with your tongue the night before.
So you stopped being jealous. It wasn’t like you had any right to be. You and Spencer were just hooking up. If he wasn’t interested in her, then you would just let it go. The last time she tried anything had been a month ago. You were sick and she invited Spencer to go eat after work.
Spencer being the nice guy he is, accepted her offer. While they were out, he talked about you the whole time. She had told him to stop talking about you, that she was right there and she wanted whatever he was willing to give. He politely turned her down, but she was furious. She kept her distance from both of you since then.
That’s why you were confused when you heard her squealing and giggling, saying Spencer’s name as loudly as she could. You looked up from your mountainous stack of paperwork that you came in early to work on to see Spencer hugging her.
There was a vase of roses on her desk. “I can’t believe you got these for me! What a surprise! I knew you would come around!” She almost yelled, looking directly at you. Spencer took her hand in his, “I wanted to get you something before our date tonight, but I wasn’t sure I would have time to get them after work.” He explained shyly looking at her.
That little shit! Was he actually blushing? Was he seriously going on a date with Ashley tonight? And what is with the roses? He never once got you flowers. Did he call things off with you to date her? Seeing them together made you feel sick. Actually, the temperature felt like it rose a hundred degrees. You needed to get up now. You ran to the bathroom making it just in time to throw up.
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ellecdc · 3 days
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Dude in my opinion, the moonwater couple are like tidy couple? Do you get what i mean? Like they will keep everything at their place amd everything clean?
What will be their reaction if reader shows them this video and ask them if they would do the same to reader as a lesson?
It'll be cool if it can be a fic. But idk if your request is open. I just immediately went to this ask without checking it first
omg first of all - fuck that guy fr fr lolllll. Also that is such a sweet headcanon to have about moonwater - what does everyone else think? I totally agree with Regulus being super organized and tidy, but I'm not sure about Remus? Perhaps if he was with Regulus then yes, he'd be pretty tidy.
poly!moonwater x fem!reader who has hair ties and bobby pins and wears makeup
It was sort of comical the way that the three of you created some sort of spectrum of tidiness in your relationship.
Regulus was by far the tidiest of the bunch. As a matter of fact, if you didn’t see Regulus haunting the halls of your flat, you’d be hard-pressed to believe another person lived with you at all. He was so tidy, in fact, that he would often follow behind you as you tidied in order to re-tidy, though he never made a big deal about it.
“Don’t worry, mon amour, I’ll handle it. You go sit.”
He was simply just a tidy person – something that likely followed him into adulthood from his home life as a child – and he, as well as you and Remus, readily accepted that.
Remus was less tidy than Regulus but not nearly as liberal as yourself. Sometimes, you’d find Regulus picking up the odd stray half-finished cup of tea, or books that were turned face down and never returned to, but that was roughly the extent of Remus’ mess. 
Remus was what you called a piler – he had various piles of things throughout your shared home that may look random or out of place to the layperson but seemed to be the pique of organization in Remus’ mind. He was also the kind of person who would clean as he cooked and wouldn’t sit down to eat until the kitchen was cleaned up behind him.
Couldn’t be you, however. 
You were sure you seemed like chaos personified compared to your two boyfriends, always leaving a ‘trail of destruction’ behind you as Regulus once (lovingly) referred to it as. There was evidence of you everywhere – hair ties, bobby pins, half-finished drinks, books, magazines, and the likes. No one would have to wonder if you were home from work, seeing as your shoes were hastily tossed aside, your keys thrown onto the console table rather than hanging in their rightful place, your bag hung over the back of a chair, and your hair tie sitting on the kitchen table – all screaming “your girlfriend’s home!”
And though your boyfriends have occasionally taken the piss for your untidiness, it had never escalated to anything more than a “hey dove, can you come rinse your paint brushes that you’ve left in the sink” or a “amour, I don’t know where your makeup goes, can you come put this away?”
So, when you saw this video on Tiktok, you couldn’t help but ask them if they’d ever consider doing this to you to teach you a lesson. 
“‘Teach you a lesson’!?” Regulus repeated incredulously, already looking horrified and you hadn’t even shown him the video yet.
“Why…why does he have a hammer?” Remus asked cautiously.
Suffice it to say, the boys did not like the video.
“I’m not watching this.” Regulus spat and stood from his spot on the couch next to Remus rather abruptly. You momentarily felt bad for showing it to him, knowing that signs of even mild aggression like this could be triggering to someone who grew up in a tense household, but felt better when he turned to glower darkly at you, knowing then that his ire was only half-hearted. 
“Dovey,” Remus pleaded, his face looking horrified as he watched the man smash his girlfriend’s makeup. “Why…oh my god. If I ever do something like that to you, you fucking leave my arse, alright? Punch me right in the face whilst you’re at it, too.”
“Not me.” Regulus added, not making it very far after refusing to watch the video and leaning against the back of the couch to continue watching it over Remus’ shoulder. “Just kill me; put me right out of my misery if I insist on being such a miserable wanker.” 
You snorted a laugh as both boys scoffed derisively at the “I heart you” written on the mirror, Regulus looking thoroughly disgusted and Remus still seemingly horrified. 
“Oh, he loves her. I guess that makes it alright then.” He muttered sarcastically. “What’s this woman’s address? Tell her we’re sending her a gift card to…. what’s the store that you like?”
“Sephora.”
“Sephora; tell her we’re sending her a gift card to Sephora.”
You chuckled and leaned further into Remus’ shoulder. “You have to keep watching, he says he’s going to take her shopping for all new stuff after.”
This caused a pained groan to rip through Regulus’ throat as he began muttering angrily in French and finally wandering away. “Idiot absolu. On dit que ce n'est pas tous les hommes, mais il y a des hommes comme ça. Je ne peux même pas les appeler des hommes, plutôt des putains de bambins.”
“Why would you show me this?” Remus turned to look at you, his bottom lip jutting out comically. “This is making me so sad.”
“I wanted to know if you would resort to something like this because of my mess!” You defended.
“Oh, dove. You’re not messy, you’re just not as tidy as Mr. Clean-Freak over there.” He motioned towards the direction Regulus had gone with his head earning him a “you watch yourself monsieur les tas” from his boyfriend’s disembodied voice.
Remus pressed a lingering kiss to your lips and only broke away because he couldn’t stop smiling. “I would clean up after you for the rest of my life if it meant getting to keep you around.” He said proudly, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest.
“Remus.” You moaned, pressing another kiss to his lips. “So, you wouldn’t ruin my makeup for leaving it out?”
Remus scoffed and turned back to his book. “Not in a million years.”
“Come on amour! Get your jacket, we’re leaving.” Regulus called to you from the door. You could hear him jingling his car keys.
“Where are we going?” You called back.
“Sephora. I have to buy someone makeup now. If I can’t send some to the internet girl, I may as well spoil my own.” 
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empress-simps · 1 day
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for remus, maybe a fic where he has a crush on fem!slytherin reader, and maybe the rest of the gang disapproves (at least initially) because of the silly house rivalry between gryffindor and slytherin? hopefully they’ll warm up to her because she’s actually really sweet and likes remus back, and they see how good for him she is :)
Hi darlingg! Thank you for this request, this is so adorable, and it was so fun to write :) I somehow made it a bit angsty...sorry about that I got carried away. Hope you enjoy! Pictures are from pinterest, credits to the owner!
Beyond The Surface
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem! Slytherin! Reader CW: Sirius being dramatic, Remus getting angry, and Language
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He never really planned to fall in love. Remus thinks it would be better if he just lives his life in solitude; away from the confusing and complicated world of romantic relationships.
He doesn’t think anyone should bear the responsibility of having a werewolf boyfriend. Remus wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he even touched a single hair on your body during that time, he desperately tries to convince himself that his friends and their future children will be enough to warm his heart who secretly yearns to have his own family.
‘It’s for the best, they wouldn’t suffer because of me.’ Remus thought, being the selfless person he was. Although, his plans that he so desperately tried to put up all came crumbling down when you came into the picture.
He didn’t think of it much at first. Remus thought it was just a simple crush that would go away in about three days or so. He was completely wrong.
“Remus Lupin, right? I’m Y/n Rosier, we’re assigned partners in potions.”
You sat beside him, beaming a smile that Remus was certain you were a gift for him from the Gods above. Merlin- you were simply breath taking. That was the first time he felt butterflies on his stomach, feeling his cheeks heat up as you offered a handshake.
“N-nice to meet you, Rosier.” He took your soft hands into his rough, and scarred ones. Shaking it as he desperately tries to ignore the sparks that seemed to go off inside him. Your face grimaced as your last name rolled off his tongue.
“Y/n is fine.” Remus nods, noticing your reaction. He was wondering how someone like you managed to survive other annoying Slytherins as your housemates.
“Alright then, Y/n. Call me Remus, yeah?”
That marks the beginning of an unlikely friendship of a Gryffindor half-blood with a Slytherin pure blood.
“Shall we begin?”
“Alright, but you lead. My skills are no good in potion making.” He jokes, making a small chuckle escape your throat. “I am quite aware.” She teases.
Being partnered with him for a Potions project meant that you would often meet up in the library, spending long hours sitting beside each other in silence, flipping page after page as Remus occasionally puts back books but returning with 5 more.
“Remmy, look here.” You pointed, not noticing how Remus blushed at his newfound nickname as he leaned to your seat, placing one arm on the back of your chair, his tall frame nearly engulfing you as he reads the contents of the page you found interesting.
He suddenly pales, his eyes transfixed on the title of the page. “Wolfsbane potion…” He whispers, eyes scanning the page quickly before looking at you. You hummed, flipping into another page to see how to make the said potion.
“Right, I figured we should make this for our project. What do you think? I think Polyjuice potion is a tad bit boring, hm?” She mused, seeking his opinion on the matter.
Remus parted his mouth to speak, yet the words seem to vanish at the back of his throat. You shot him a worried look, “Do you not like it? You could say so, don’t pretend nothing is wrong, Remmy.”
He blinks, trying to compose himself. “Ah, no-nothing’s wrong. It’s just that…”
You raised your eyebrows curiously, urging him to continue. “What? You know someone who’s a werewolf?” She jokes, trying to lighten the atmosphere as she lightly elbows him.
“I do.” He chokes out, the confession was unexpected, even to him. Remus doesn’t even know why on Earth he’s about to tell you one of his darkest and deepest secrets. It was probably because of your warm and inviting aura. It’s like you wouldn’t judge anyone based on first impressions, appearance, and what you’ve heard about them until you can see for yourself.
Remus felt like he could trust you, and his instincts are almost never wrong.
“Well, maybe the potion we’ll brew can help them?” You offered a smile.
“It certainly would be of help to me.”
You stilled; your hand that was about to get your quill hovered as you looked at him in shock.
“You’re a werewolf?” You whispered quietly; eyes that were surprised stared into his nervous, amber ones. Remus could only nod, an inkling doubt and regret slowly crept up to him. Did he make the right decision? Was he wrong this time? Would you hold it against him?
Your face turned serious, clasping his hand on the table with yours, you looked at him in the eye. “Your secret is safe with me; I would never tell it to anyone. If it helps, I will even make an unbreakable vow, Remus.”
He widened his eyes, “N-no! It’s alright, I trust you, Y/n.” You visibly relaxed, smiling lightly, squeezing his hand, a soft look was sent his way.
“Thank you for trusting me, Remus. If you’d like, I’ll brew you a supply of wolfsbane from time to time.”
If Remus wasn’t in love before that, he certainly is now.
“Out of all the people you could’ve chose to like it was a Rosier?!” Sirius screeched, a horrified look on his face as he grabbed Remus’s shoulder and looked at him straight in the eyes. The said boy frowned “What about it?”
Sirius blanched, “Are you daft, Moons?” He threw his hands up in the air, looking at the rest of the marauders and Lily, wanting them to side with him. Lily’s lips pressed into a thin line; she does not quite agree with Sirius but there’s still a possibility. It doesn’t help the fact that she is a Slytherin; the house that reeks of cunning pure-blooded wizards.
Peter looked anywhere to just not meet the eyes of Remus, clearly uncomfortable. While James frowned, a troubled look on his face as he clasped Lily’s hand. “The Rosier family… they’re not exactly known for their…,” he started, but Sirius cut him off.
“Rosiers are evil! Slytherins! Pureblood Supremacists! Death Eaters!”
Remus frowns, reading the room and the reactions of his friends. The message was clear without words: none of them supported Remus’s interest in a Slytherin, a Rosier no less.
“Give her a chance, she’s different.” Remus tried to make his friends listen to him. Sirius scoffed, rolling his eyes. James sighed, looking at Remus. “Moony, it’s just… We never thought you would fancy a Slytherin.” Remus pursed his lips, “Yeah, I never thought you and Lily would end up together but here we are.” James grimaced at his words.
“There’s tons of girls who fancy you, Moony.” Peter tells him. Remus frowned, feeling annoyance stir inside him. “They’re not her, Wormtail. All I’m saying is that Lily and you blokes should give her a chance before you make assumptions.” He spat, glaring at Sirius before leaving the room.
“Rem? Mon amour, what’s wrong?” She frowns, placing her book down as Remus entered the library, heading straight to her usual place but the window. Remus sighs, shaking his head. He couldn’t possibly tell you what happened, how Sirius thought you were just those pesky Slytherins they pull pranks on.
“They do not like me.” She stated, looking down with a frown as she fiddled with her thumbs.
“Honey, it’s not your fault.”
“I know, amour.”
Remus felt his lips press into a thin line, gently taking your hands in his, trying to stop your nervous habit. “They’re still wrapping their heads around it. They’ll come around, don’t worry about it love.” You sighed shakily, “I hope so.”
Remus traced shapes across the back of her hand, “Anything interesting happened today?”
“Evan and I got into a fight; said I was a blood traitor…” You trailed off, noticing how Remus’s jaw tightened and his stare hardened. “But it was alright, we made up. He just told me to be careful.” To say Remus was surprised was an understatement. “He couldn’t be angry at his twin sister for a long time.” She smiles.
“Black! What the fuck did you do?!” Remus roars, grabbing a fistful of the said boy’s shirt, pushing him against the wall as James tried to pull him off, “Come on, Moons-“
“Don’t bloody touch me, James!” He bellows, pushing off the Potter boy who stumbled away, shock evident in his features. Peter quickly got up from his bed, “Moony, why are you so angry? What did he do?” He drops shoves Sirius off as he stared at his friends.
“It was you guys who pulled a prank on her right? “Remus’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears, pointedly looking at Sirius. “Well congratulations, she’s being treated by Madame Pomfrey right now.”
Sirius felt shame and guilt ate him up. The prank was never supposed to go that far.
“Ever wondered why I was suddenly so calm during the full moon? It’s all thanks to her. She makes me batches of wolfsbane potion every month, without fail.”
James choked, “You told her?”
“I did”
“What if she tells everyone?” Peter frowns, concerned for Remus.
“If she wanted to, then the whole school would’ve already known, she even suggested an unbreakable vow.” Remus uttered out, sitting at his bed, looking away from them “Some kind of friends you guys are. I care about her, and if you hurt her, you hurt me too.”
Sirius cautiously approached him, “Moons, I’m sorry.” He began. James placed a hand on his shoulder, “I know, we’re knobheads. Sorry, Moony.” Peter nods, “We messed up, it won’t happen again.”
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to her.”
“We will, Moony.”
An hour has passed after you got treated by Madame Pomfrey, you wanted to leave as you already felt alright but she insisted you stay for an hour or two just so she could monitor you. Having no choice but to oblige.
“Love?” Your ears perked up, the sound of Remus’ voice calling out to you. You turned and smiled at his direction, although suddenly dropping it as you saw the rest of the Marauders and Lily following him.
Trying to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, Sirius pulls out a bouquet of flowers. “Remus told us you like Tulips…” You were about to take it but stopped, James seemed to notice this. “It’s not jinxed, or anything like that.” You bit your lip, silently looking at Remus as if asking was it safe, he nods. “I was there when they picked it out love.” You finally took the bouquet, nodding gratefully. “Thank you.”
“We wanted to say we were sorry.” James started; Lily nodded. “It was quite shameful that we made such accusations and judged you before even getting to know you.”
“I’m sorry, Y/n. We…we were just looking out for Moony.” Sirius sighed; shame visible in his features.
“I understand, I probably would have done the same. I’d also look out for the people I care about.” You softly replied. “It’s okay, I forgive all of you.” You looked at them.
James stepped forward, “We hope you can give us a chance to make it up to you.” Sirius cleared his throat, “And maybe, if you’re up for it, join us for a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?” His attempt at a smile was hopeful.
Your lips curved into a genuine smile, your body slowly becoming relaxed. “I’d like that,”
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pomupom · 2 days
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“ ...what have you done? ” / “ what i needed to. now come, i’m taking you home. ”
jamil viper ౨ৎ yandere event. 2.4k words.
warnings : yandere content, manipulation, mind control (use of “snake whisperer”), reader is a bit naïve, kidnapping / imprisonment, bit of canon divergence (no octatrio, everyone has met before book 4), mentioned drugging (but no actual).
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you knew jamil as hardworking and diligent, as mindful as the sorcerer of the sand himself. but more than anything, he came across to you as perfect — a mistake from him was unheard of, though he didn’t achieve above average, it was consistent and clean, as if the mark was his intention from the start. and though you tried to not speculate into others’ lives, you wondered if he was holding himself back — kalim was your friend more than jamil was, but you could see the skill of his work, as if every step was written on the back of his hand, or engraved into his mind (you would bet of the latter being the case for jamil). with the way kalim spoke of jamil, from his cooking to service and responsibility, you would’ve thought he was the perfect man – and, in a sense, you felt correct in your assumption. it felt refreshing after all you’d been through, from heartslabyul to the more recent octavinelle, you weren’t dealing with the artful azul, nor the meticulously cruel leona — simply with a boy as bright as the sun above, and his dutiful servant (along with grim of course, but everyone knew you could never rid yourself of him).
but as time went on, your focus became less on kalim and being around just as his friend, and more on jamil — mostly, he stood around, fetching whatever was needed, and bringing things that weren’t even said, only thought. while grim was living on cloud nine, almost in a food coma every night you spent at scarabia, you studied the behavior of your new friends – after three overblots nearly back-to-back, it was better to play it safe, than to be stuck fighting yet another student with a tragic past. but, you did learn a few interesting things — one being that jamil didn’t get beat in anything, he let himself get beat, at least as far as you could tell. with the way kalim pushed off studying, falling asleep sometimes or other times making excuses for it to end, there wasn’t a world in which he was beating jamil (though you felt a bit bad about saying such, he had plently great qualities, academics just weren’t one). and you knew that jamil thought of himself as better than those around him (which, in some regard, he was), the slip of a scowl gracing his otherwise calm features when grim bragged about his greatness, telling jamil that he did truly belong beneath him — you rolled your eyes with his remarks too, so you couldn’t blame jamil for that time. and you wouldn’t have thought more as you did if that was the only instance.
but there was always something that lurked within the grey horizon of his eyes, the blank color hiding all sorts of devious schemes — usually, they appeared quiet. a dulled tone that felt they could even lure people into a trance if they weren’t careful. you watched the way they would narrow when kalim starting spouting nonsense again, or the way they widened, as if they would swallow everything within sight for the shock. you admired him for how wonderful he seemed, and feared him for the exact same.
you started to feel yourself become lost around a week into the scarabian stay — days muddled together, and their memories blurred, haze seeming to cloud not just your mind but some around you. kalim, for example, seemed to forget his harsh behavior – was he stressed as jamil speculated? was he letting the talk of jamil being a much more suited leader get to him? you worried, and worried, until your mind ran blank and the next day it seemed like you’d just fallen asleep when trying to recall. grim worried too, about you more than kalim, constantly saying things that your ears stopped picking up — it felt like the ocean had filled them, the direbeast’s voice drowning within the waves that pushed away any sound from reaching your ear drums. it was frustrating, you thought, but you never felt anything except calm and ready, as if your heart was quelled with whatever your days had been spent on. it made you wish you’d forced grim back to ramshackle instead of getting drawn in with him by jamil’s inflation — you never thought you were doing anything spectacular, but jamil’s words lifted you up and made you feel as high as the gods, he must’ve gotten quite good at that like everything else.
was there something drugged in your tea and food? some kind of enchantment that made you forget your days? you wanted to know, and that led you right to him — soft (mainly from your exhaustion) eyes spilled their tears right in front of him, a warm arm moving up and down, along the pattern of it’s rubs, your pretty lips spilling their fears to him as you begged him to help — you’re so smart, you told jamil, i know you could help me, that you could help us. while it was quite flattering seeing the little doll waltz into his palm, caressing his ego with honest compliments like they were soft kisses to his cheeks, he simply cannot do that. you heard kalim, didn’t you? this is for the sake of the dormitory, to leave these embarrassing failures of being anything but first behind, he can’t just “help” this ... but you, little doll, jamil could definitely help you out of this mess. how tiring it must be, he’s so very sorry for unintentionally bringing you into this mess. and jamil’s sure grim’s done nothing but whine and yap, more of a mangy mutt than a weak cat, would it be better to stay with him?
jamil knows if it was you in there, you’d of turned down his offer almost instantaneously — but it isn’t. back to fitting the name of ‘doll’, your nothing but an obedient object to do your ‘master’s’ bidding. there’s a certain rush that comes with this, training his magic as he keeps you under the spell of the snake, will you be able to piece together who has done all of this when you realize your memories have gone missing once you encounter him in your day? jamil certainly hopes not, everything about you is truly perfect for him, and this is the only way to be certain you’ll end up his — your naïve little brain that does nothing except adore him, rather than begin to fear. you’ve observed him so much, but you think everything about him is lovely, not troubling. and to trust him with this rather large issue of memory loss... hah, jamil can’t tell if it makes him want to laugh from amusement or smile with glee knowing you hold him so highly. if only the rest of the world had too, if only there hadn’t been shackles attached since before he was born. a cruel reminder that he can only be great within the presence of others’ minds, not in the real world.
he still remembers the day of orientation, when you and your destructive furball had demanded entry to the college, little rumours already spreading like wildfire from the destruction your little trio had caused you — he related, in a way. much less on the destructive scale, but possibly even more so on the troubling. “the magicless prefect of ramshackle dorm” was the name on everyone’s lips as the weeks passed, from riddle roseheart’s overblot, to little troubles that you’d been involved with during daily life, you didn’t interest jamil at first, but you certainly did now – and, thankfully, kalim also seemed to want your friendship. a perfect excuse, trailing him like jamil was trained, he would get to know you before he even gave you his name.
and though the time of every effort was perfectly planned for any outcome was steep, it seemed to all be paying off in the end. from your continuous growth, making you more comfortable in this school life, to your inevitable (temporary) joining of scarabia, jamil’s plan was coming along swimmingly — only another small step until he reached the finish line, the little goal of taking you over completely. he wanted to make it so you thought of him as your ‘master’ even when free from the spell, your sweet gaze only for him without complaint. jamil can picture it now, and since he’d met your loveliness, the way he’d hold you close and tight — a grip so strong, keeping you tucked into his chest, your sultan cooing at you as the appointed servants quailed in the face of his possible wrath. it would be a perfect life, all jamil needed was for you to agree. at this point, what more could you have to lose? wouldn’t you rather have memories (though bad), instead of keeping a blank mind for the rest of your days?
jamil decided he’d give you the false security of choice — never would he actually let you have the option of you not being his. why give someone the option if you don’t want them to make that choice? but you didn’t need to worry your poor, stupid head over that as you pondered this dilemma. being nothing but a mindless puppet, moving along to jamil’s will, or play pretend in a world where only he would exist in your eyes. you had a sense for that, it seemed — but not for much else. after all, if you had, you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation in the first place. all alone, your little grim nothing but a prisoner now, kalim’s mind long lost as he tried to piece everything together with you, every last one of you were complete, utter fools. falling so clumsily into his trap, defenseless to each scheme that played out perfectly. and what was even more wonderful than watching all these birds of the idiot flock fly together, was your confident defiance, only for it to be squandered moments later.
you came to him, your beautiful face wretched by the expression of anger — exclaiming how you were done with his games, that you were tired of him toying with your mind like it belonged to him. of course you’d say that right now, little bird, scared for those pretty wings to get clipped, to lose your precious freedom – how jealous jamil was of you to be able to even think that. the wonder of freedom, something that he’ll never be able to have, nor experience. such a luxury wasn’t available for people of his status, the low-life, bound servant. he supposed it was only right for you to think like that bastard kalim — “let’s talk it out, let’s have a big feast and put all this behind us”, and whatever other nonsense he tries to make into reality. for jamil, it’d always be impossible for this to be ‘behind him’, an escape from this life wasn’t possible unless the asim family as a whole was out of it.
ink as black as night poured over him, clothing transforming into a look of something which suited him — a sultan. the one in complete power, snakes escaping from underneath his turban, craze clouding over his eyes. and here you were, pushed into his grasp by those under the spell of the snake’s whisper, your own clothing changed in a second one his hands graced your body – covered in cloth of teal, akin to the princess of the story, you’d be a similar royal by his side. magicless, you were just as useless as she, but nonetheless charming in your own respect — blotted lips pressed against your hand, he chuckled as you pulled it away the second jamil let it slip from his grasp, would you try to raise it against him? doubtful, but he wouldn’t lie that a fiesty nature would turn him away, quite the opposite really.
many preparations were to be made — and the first would be sending away that damned al-asim. your eyes widened in fear as jamil had him brought forth, tears staining the cheeks of your (soon-to-be former) friend as he begged jamil to rethink all of this. money, freedom, titles – he could have it all! kalim would give it! but the satisfaction of your horror, and the satisfaction of finally ridding himself of this lifelong pest was much too tempting in this state of mind — he’d send kalim packing on a one-way trip to the ends of the world, the parting words of, “so long, ex-dorm leader kalim!”. yes, jamil would finally be free – free to have you, and free to have any and everything else he wanted.
...what have you done?
it was your turn for tears to fall, hands balled into fists to push against his chest, but his arms held you tight — snake’s tongues flicking against your ears, hanging off the end of every ‘s’ jamil let out, as if they were a part of him. just as he pictured, this was, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world even when he would own it.
“what i needed to. now come, i’m taking you home.”
your home wasn’t here. there wasn’t a place in this world you belonged, let alone with the monster holding you now. you shook your head, repeating this thought to him, only for his mocking laughter to ring out again — maybe if he wasn’t here, you’d be forever lost in this twisted wonderland, but with jamil you had your place of belonging; the spot right by his side.
and how weak you felt being unable to do anything about this. dragged along by jamil, endless servants crowding around the two of you as you made way to the dance floor — you’d celebrate tonight as the start of your lives. not simply just together, but as truly living. no longer under the thumb of those wealthy, brainless dimwits, and you no longer stuck being lost and lonely. no, you’d always be with jamil, never would he let this reality fall into being just a dream once more.
jamil was calculating, cruel and patient, taking you apart one by one. that was the true nature of him, a simple disguise shown to fool you, as well as those who surrounded him. simpletons, you all were, if only you had been more mindful, maybe then you wouldn’t have fallen into the pit of a viper.
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All the Love and Deepspace boys react when you make a homemade scarf for them?
Thank you very much and hope all is well.
“made with love.”
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summary; a gift is best when it comes from the heart.
warnings; none! enjoy the sweetness <3
note; aaaaa some fluff to break the angst cycle !! ty for the sweet request !!
( to be formatted in the future )
a box awaits each of the boys, wrapped neatly with a note attatched.
rafayel…
… immediately calls you, panicking that some crazed fangirl or someone he wronged in the past has found his address.
“what if it’s a bomb?” he shouts into the phone, peering through the crack in his front door at the box. “or worse! what if it’s some woman’s used underwear?!”
you fail to contain your laughter on the other end of the call, covering your mouth as you double over.
“how can you laugh in such dire times?” rafayel wails, clutching the phone to his ear. “this isn’t funny!”
after a moment you were finally able to compose yourself and say, “the box is from me, dumbass. i dropped it off on my way to work this morning. i tried to give it to you personally but someone wouldn’t answer the door.”
cue a sheepish chuckle from rafayel as he opens his front door and stoops down to open the gift then and there. he smiles to himself as he finds a blue hand knit scarf sitting in the box, his fingers running gently along the material.
“it’s so soft,” he says softly and you laugh again, amused by his genuine reaction. “i’m putting it on and never taking it off.”
“so dramatic,” you mumble, cradling the phone between your shoulder and ear as you pick up your book once more. the line went silent and you quirk a brow. “rafayel?”
your phone buzzes and you pull it away from your shoulder to find three image attachments sent your way with more piling in every second. each photo is one of rafayel in a different, exaggerated pose with the scarf wrapped around his neck. you laugh at his theatrics and save a couple to your camera roll before shooting him a quick text.
you look like a dork.
he answers immediately, as to be expected from your clingy artist:
i think i look amazing
xavier…
… opens the box as soon as he pulls it in his apartment without a single concern. if anyone could handle some danger, it’s him, so why worry?
the yellow scarf is soft in his lap as he reads the card you wrote for him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he sets the little card aside and wraps the scarf loosely around his shoulders before pushing himself off his couch, sending you a text that he’s coming over.
it doesn’t take long for him to arrive at your front door or for him to fish out the spare key you had given him, unlocking the door and pushing his way in. xavier shuffles into your apartment, leaving his shoes by the door as he calls out your name. he moves from the main room to your bedroom, finding you sprawled out on your bed. without a second thought he crawls into bed beside you, startling you awake.
“huh — wha? xavier?” you lay back down, groaning. “scared the shit outta me.”
xavier hums and pulls you into his embrace, your face burying in his chest. “i got your gift and needed to come say thank you.”
“you couldn’t have just texted me?” you ask sleepily, wrapping your arms around his midsection. “you’re welcome, by the way. tara taught me how to knit and she gave me some extra yarn. i thought the color would suit you.”
you pull back a little and eye the scarf around his neck before adding, “it does suit you.”
xavier nods in agreement, kissing your forehead. “you have a good eye.”
zayne…
… completely forgets about the gift. one day he comes into the office to find a box on his desk and makes a mental note to open it after his first patient.
then one patient becomes two back to back emergency surgeries and by the time that was all complete it was well into the night. finally having a second to himself, zayne plops down on his couch and leans his head back. his eyes finally close only to snap open again at a knock on his door.
“zayne, i brought you some dinner,” you say as you open the door to his office. he lets out a sigh of relief and relaxes once more as you shut the door behind you, setting the lunchbox on his desk. “oh! you still haven’t opened it?”
“opened what?” zayne asks, turning his head slightly to look at you. you pick up the gift on his desk and hold it out to him. “oh, that. i assume it’s from you, then?”
you nod excitedly and place the box on his lap. “go on, open it!”
“i’m sorry, today’s been a hectic day,” zayne apologizes as he carefully opens the box. the stress melts away as he looks into the box at a black hand-knit scarf with a small smile. “you made this?”
you take a seat next to him, reaching over and grabbing the scarf out of the box as he reads the card. “i did! and since you’re mr. jack frost over here, i think a scarf is the perfect accessory! do you like it?”
you wrap it haphazardly around his shoulders and zayne sets the card down on the coffee table before fixing it around his neck.
“out of all the gifts you’ve given me over the years, i think this one might just be my favorite,” he replies, placing a hand on your knee as he leans forward and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. “thank you, sunshine.”
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Molly and the phases of falling in love (Mollie analysis)
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One of the arcs we are introduced to Tgamm Season 2 is Molly having a deep crush on Ollie Chen, the neighbour family that lives across the street. In around the first third of Season 2 Molly goes through different changes in the way she sees Ollie as a character through her crush.
In this post i want to discuss these different stages of ¨falling in love¨ with someone that has been analyzed in psychology and sociology and how that applys to Molly and Ollie’s relationship and their development.
Let’s start:
In the first stage the person falls in love with another in a way that would be considered ¨superficial¨ as they probably they still don’t know the other person deep enough and they are jumping to conclusions about who this person they like is.
It is seeing the other person through ¨rose-tinted glasses¨, as you still don’t know much about them and you make an idealistic version of who you think this person is in your mind.
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This is more or less who Molly goes through from ¨The New Paranormal¨ to around half of the episode ¨I Wanna Dance with Some-Ollie¨. She idealizes Ollie as a person, talking about how cute and good he is, often downplaying how Ollie is still part of a family of ghosthunters. Molly doesn’t know Ollie too much. She believes that things are going to be fine and there is nothing to worry about.
It could be said that Ollie is going through a similar stage too. It wouldn’t be out of place to say that he idolizes Molly the same way Molly is doing at the same time. He talks about being there to protect Molly from the ghosts in ¨Book Marks the Sprite¨ and reacts in a similar way like Molly does when they interact in ¨The New Paranormal¨.
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For this period they aren’t still aware that their crush for each other comes with a risk that puts an obstable between the two. Molly is still downplaying how getting too attached to Ollie puts Scratch and other ghosts she knows in danger and Ollie still doesn’t know about Scratch’s existence.
Mixed with the first stage that is the ¨superficial crush¨ is the stage the two people start to learn more about each other and maybe become friends. The idealized version of the person that one had in their head begins to change into a more ¨realistic¨ one, where you start to see your crush for a flawed person they are, with their ups and down.
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In ¨Book Marks the Sprite¨ Molly spends a good part of the day hanging out with Ollie to distract him from the book sprite that is in the Steins’ bookshop.  Molly tries to persuade Ollie that ghosts can be good and the way he sees them as enemies is not correct. Molly has a whole song sequence about how Ollie is someone who cares about his community and loves helping others but he hates ghosts and sees them as his enemy.
In the sequence we see Molly struggling to understand these two contradictions. She wants to believe that Ollie is a good person and someone is misguided. The way Ollie talks about ghosts and haunts them clashes with the idealistic view that Molly has of him through her crush. She is starting to see Ollie for who he really is. However, it isn’t enough for her crush view to be ¨smashed¨.
Later, in the same episode, Molly asks to Ollie why his family hates ghosts so much. Ollie shows Molly a video that explains how Ruben, Ollie’s father, was attacked by a ghost when he was a kid and ever since then Ruben has been trying to get rid of ghosts, an idea that Ollie and June were taughted. Ollie’s prejuice for ghosts is generational from his father’s side.
Molly returns to the library, dissapointed that Ollie still didn’t change his mind about ghosts. Libby talks to Molly that she was able to communicate with the book sprite once they were able to see things from Libby’s POV. This makes Molly believe that there is still hope with Ollie to do the same.
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In ¨I Wanna Dance with Some-Ollie¨ Ollie invites Molly to be his date at the school dance. Scratch, who has in disapproval of Molly’s crush on Ollie since ¨The New Paranormal¨ doesn’t like the idea of Molly going out with Ollie for the dance. Molly insists in telling Scratch that she doesn’t have a crush on the boy and they are going as two people who are organizing the event. She explains to Scratch that Ollie hasn’t been mentioning ghosts lately and that his family isn’t exactly a threat, as their traps don’t seem to work based on their recent videos.
This ¨lack of crushing¨ is quickly contradicted when Ollie brings flowers to Molly. Scratch follows them to the school dance, with the intentions of making sure that Molly keeps her word.
During the dance Molly and Ollie are constanly pushed by others about how cute they look together, some assuming their are a couple. Molly keeps telling that they are only here as organizers for the event, that their relationship is ¨professional¨. Ollie shows to be sad whenever Molly mentions this, probably out of fear that Molly doesn’t like him back but he still respects Molly’s space. He goes along with what Molly says to others.
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In the song sequence ¨I Keep Ending Up with You¨ Molly and Ollie end up in ¨school dance situations¨ like touching hands or Molly catching Ollie. They see each other in a lovely crushing way, being really into each other. Scratch tries his best to intervine in their interactions, only to make them fall into these ¨romantic moments¨ more.
The lyrics of the song itself are about a person who isn’t able to resist developing feelings for another and not matter what they do they keep falling in love with that said person. However, they give the impression of the relationship being something rushed, that the person isn’t considering what they are walking into, with parts talking about ¨reality crushing¨ and ¨flames burning down¨ which describes Molly overlooking the part that Ollie is a ghosthunter.
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Molly and Ollie are named the ¨Lemming Royalty¨ (Queen and King of the dance) and invited to come to stage. Scratch gets tired of Molly being too romantic why Ollie given he hunts ghosts. He pulls Molly out from the dance room. The two have a nasty argument in the hall that ends with Molly returning to the dance and Scratch leaving the school, not before he gets captured by a ghost trap.
Molly returns to dance with Ollie, telling him that they could consider this a ¨date¨ if he wants, something that Ollie is happy to agree. Suddenly there is a beep sound that comes from Ollie’s spectral snare/ghost traps. He explains to Molly that June fixed the issue the traps had and now they work great.
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That’s when Molly gets crashed by the reality of the danger that Ollie that represents as ghost hunter if his equipment works. She realizes her huge mistake and goes outside to look for Scratch. She frees Scratch from the trap and the two make up, Molly saying that she can’t be with Ollie if that puts Scratch at risk of getting captured.
While the two are talking Ollie goes outside. He uses his special googles to detect ghosts. He finds out that Molly is hanging out with Scratch, listening to Molly about how Mollie can’t be a thing. He is left devastated upon the revelation that Molly has been hiding this secret from him and that he can’t be with Molly as he wished to. In spite of his sadness, he doesn’t tell Esther about Scratch when she comes to pick him up from the dance, showing that he didn’t want to hurt Scratch if it involved him being someone that Molly cares about.
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The conclusion of ¨I Wanna Dance with Some-Ollie¨ could be seen as part of ¨Stage 2¨ of Molly falling in love with Ollie. She realizes that she was having an idolized version of Ollie in her head, letting her crush for him not see that dating him wasn’t a good idea as long as he had hateful views against ghosts. Her image of Ollie gets crushed by reality, seeing Ollie who he is as a person, one of those sides being a ghosthunter. Ollie can be seen as seeing through this same stage as well, when he learns that Molly has been hiding Scratch from him and why she didn’t want to date him earlier in the episode.
Some weeks in universe after, in the episode ¨Frightmares on Main Street¨ has Molly and Ollie organizing the decoration for a haunted house. Molly had been trying her best to avoid Ollie since the dance, saying that ¨everything is weird and awkward¨ between the two. On Ollie’s side, he has been checking on Molly, believing that Scratch has used some spell on her to control her. Ollie doesn’t want to believe that Molly would be friends with a ghost.
Trying to get some Halloween fun, Scratch asks Molly to allow him to redecorate the haunted house. Scratch invites plenty of ghosts to come and scare people for fun, who many of them believe that the ghosts are puppets or extra effects from the house. Everything seems to be going along well, both ghosts and humans are having fun and Molly is getting tons of donations for the funraising.
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This, however, changes when Ollie goes inside the house and finds it filled with ghosts. Ollie tries pulling Molly out from the place, insisting that she is under a spell. Molly snaps at Ollie and asks him to listen to her. She explains to him that ghosts aren’t evil and that they aren’t doing anything bad at the moment.
In this episode Molly has a lot of less patience with Ollie when it comes to his hatred for ghosts. She snaps at him a lot more often she did in previous episodes and doesn’t act the same ¨lovely crushing¨ way she did. Molly sees Ollie more as a who he is now, admitting that him being a ghosthunter *is* a problem for their relationship. In spite of that, she tries her best to prove to Ollie that ghosts aren’t all evil as he believes and takes to the time to explain it to him.
From Ollie’s side, he clearly cares for Molly more than he hates ghosts. He could have told his family about Scratch since the events from school dance yet he never did. This is because deep down he knows that Scratch may be important to Molly, even if he would rather believe that Scratch put Molly under a spell to make sense of their relationship easier in his mind. While he traps Scratch later in the episode, it isn’t done with the purpose of hurting him as it is to interrogate him. When June shows and almost shoots at Scratch, Ollie interferes and makes June go outside to help Ruben and Esther.
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While all this is happening, the frightmares show up, being attracted to the chaos from the situation. Molly begs Ollie to see the good in ghosts, leading to Ollie to free Scratch from the goo. Scratch uses his chairman powers and locks the frightmares inside the phantom canister from the Chens. Ollie apologizes to Molly and Scratch for thinking that ghosts were evil. The two make up and are on friendler terms now that Ollie is changing his ways.
In the episodes that follow, Molly and Ollie remain as friends, sometimes doing gestures that could be considered as romantic, like holding hands or getting close, indicating they still have feeling for each other. The main difference is that this crush isn’t longer superficial, as they are spending their time to get to know each other better and give each other time before they ask the other out.
In ¨Unhaunting of The Brighton Video¨ Molly helps Ollie with processing his feelings of guilt, that Ollie spends most of the episode trying to avoid. Ollie expresses feeling very guilty for having captured ghosts like Scratch and confused that something he was taught his whole life turned out to be incorrect. Molly reassures Ollie that what matters is he is trying to do the right thing and be a better person now. They later help Blair with completing her unfinished business by returning the tape from a movie she loved when she was alive but she wasn’t able to return before she died.
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In ¨Carbon Zero Heroes¨ and ¨Let’s Play Turnipball¨ they do things together. In ¨Let’s Play Turnipball¨ Molly encourages Ollie to play in the turnipball tournament against Perfektborg. Despite not winning, the team celebrates Ollie for having played well in the game. In ¨Carbon Zero Heroes¨ they two take extreme measures to be ¨Carbon zero¨, helping it has to make a difference. They eventually realize that climate change is too big for one person to solve and it is something that requires collective action. They start campains to make awareness about the issue and ask Pete to push policies that protect the environment.
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¨Welcome to Necro-comicon¨ is another episode that is important for Molly and Ollie’s relationship. In this episode they both try to stop the Chens from presenting the phantom canister in front of a convention of ghosthunters. Molly suggests to Ollie trying to talk to his parents about their views against ghosts but Ollie turns down the idea, saying that his parents aren’t like Molly’s, they have been ghosthunters their whole lives and they won’t be persuaded that easily. He thinks the only option is to get the canister away from his parents. Molly isn’t fond of the idea but still goes along with it.
After many failed attempts at grabbing the canister and the Chens about to give their presentation, Molly suggests to Ollie again to be honest with his parents. Ollie gains the courage to talk to them about trying to consider that ghosts can be good and doing the presentation isn’t a good idea. Both Ruben and Esther appreciate Ollie’s enthusiasm but quickly dismiss him, telling him that his wrong. June questions Ollie why he said that and Ollie explains to June that a ghost (Scratch as Chairman) was the one that trapped the Frightmares inside the canister during Halloween.
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For a moment Ollie and Molly believe that everything is ruined until June shows them that she grabbed the canister, believing in what Ollie said earlier about ghosts being good. June tells them that she is going to find a place to hide the canister and she is going to run some experiments to learn more about ghosts. She meets Scratch, who quickly gets along with June and Ollie is glad that his parents were stopped from presenting the canister.
In some of these episodes Molly and Ollie gain a better understanding of each other, as Ollie opens up to Molly about him having to deal with the rest of his family being ghosthunters and how his identity was crushed when his worldview was proven wrong. They have closer for the both of them to be open about issues that affect them on a deeper level. Ollie gets the courage to be able to confront Ruben and Esther about their hatred for ghosts. This could be considered the stage of ¨True Love¨.
In ¨The Grand Gesture¨ Molly’s feelings for Ollie are brought up again. They are both falling for each other over again. Molly explains to Libby and Scratch that she has a plan to ask Ollie to be her boyfriend later that day. Libby and Scratch think the gesture of asking out should be way bigger, as it is a special occasion. This somewhat convinces Molly to change her plans and let Libby and Scratch give her ideas.
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This result in very awkard situations that end up wrong and Molly can bring herself to ask Ollie out. She feels very nervous about the gesture having to be grand and perfect that she gets stuck when she wants to tell Ollie. While they are eating banana split, Molly tells to Ollie that she has been trying to tell him something all day, Ollie gets confused and for a second he assumes that Molly doesn’t like-like him anymore. Molly clarifies that isn’t the case. Before they can keep talking, they are interrumpted by June and Darryl’s ghost experiment go out of control.
For their luck, the experiment (Junior) stops eating electricity and returns to his normal small size. Junior says that one doesn’t need to do a grand gesture for people to express love for one another, he thanks Darryl and June for taking care of him and says goodbye, going to ¨higher planes¨.
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Molly takes Junior’s words to heart and finally takes the opportunity to ask Ollie out without making it big. Ollie accepts, telling Molly that he has been trying to do the same but he was think about it having to be a ¨grand gesture¨. The two smile at each other, blushing at how they were trying to do the same thing. They both hold hands, officially becoming boyfriend and girlfriend.
For ¨The Grand Gesture¨ episode, Molly and Ollie have reached the stage of ¨true love¨ in their crushing. It isn’t a superficial idolized crush they used to have at the start of the season. They have spent time getting to know each other and they like each other for who they are as people, supporting the other with their issues and not having to hide secrets like they used to do.
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In conclusion, ¨Mollie¨ starts as two teens falling each other on first sight, having a superficial crush on each other, ignoring who the other is a as person (In Molly’s case) or not having a full idea who the other is (in Ollie’s case). They both rush into being in a relationship, missing the signs that they can’t be together for Ollie being a ghosthunter and things crashing down between the two. Once Ollie starts changing the way he views ghosts, Molly and Ollie take the time to get to know each other and, eventually, the fall for each other again for who they are as people and decide to become a couple.
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kamiversee · 2 days
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IK THIS ISNT GOING TO HAPPEN BUT I HAD SUCH A GOOD THOUGHT! Imagine this whole book was actually a movie that they were filming. So gojo, choso, sukuna, the reader and everyone else are just actors. So like when the book ends, it’s interrupted by a “Cut!” and then everybody js breaks character and start telling eachother great work and congratulating everyone for finally finishing this movie. And gojo and the reader are actually close friends so while everyone’s busy cleaning up and getting ready to go home, he asks her if she could get him his bag from his dressing room. She says sure and makes her way there. She enters the room and spots his bag, while picking it up, a book falls out. Originally, she was going to grab it and js place it back inside but her curiosity gets the best of her and she opens it. She realizes its a journal and while she’s skimming through it, shes giggling to herself at the first silly pages her best friend had written. But then she gets to a rather odd page. Covering the whole sheet, leaving no spaces of white whatsoever, is her name. Just her name. Over and over again. And it went on for atleast 4 pages. After turning the fourth page, she finds something very disturbing. The funny and silly man you knew as your good friend had written about how obsessed he was with you. He wrote that he would look forward to seeing you everyday, obsessed with your scent, hair, eyes, legs, hands, mouth, etc. Basically every single part of you. While you kept reading it, it js kept getting weirder and weirder. When you turned the page, there was hair taped to the book. YOUR hair. SEVERAL strands. Your face twisted in disgust and your hand flew to your mouth. There was more writing on the next page and smth disturbing had caught your eye at the end of the entry. “If you think about it, I really don’t have to do much acting for this role. Part of it is being an obsessive freak who would do anything for the woman he loves. And that’s exactly me. Can you really blame me? Look at her. Shes so pretty. Especially when she’s sleeping. But lately she’s been getting a little too close to Choso..i really don’t like that. But it’s fine! I’ve gotten rid of that problem already so i dont think he’ll be talking to her anymore..” Her eyes grow wide and you realize..Choso hasn’t been here these past few days. Someone had called in saying he was sick and wouldn’t be showing up for the last few scenes you guys had to film…that’s why you never grew worried. But now..now you know that choso was probably never sick. Oh god..was he..? Before you could finish your thought, someone broke you out of your trance. “what are you doing.” Your head slowly turned towards the door of your room and there stood gojo, lifeless, serious look on his face. You couldn’t speak. He continued to stare at you with dead eyes until he smiled at you. A wide creepy smile. “Guess you know my little secret now, huh? Sweets.”
GIRL WHY DID U JUST WRITE A WHOLE ASS SPINOFF?😭🙏 This was good wth?
& funny because I like to think of all my fics as movies that I’m directing & everyone’s just an actor💀
I do rlly love this concept tho, 10/10, ty for this <3
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coffeewithcocoa · 3 days
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Hi💕
Can I request male reader x Alastor were they are enemies by day and lovers by night? If you can thank you💕
:0 THIS ONE! THIS ONE RIGHT HERE IS BEAUTIFUL!
Playing Pretend
Alastor x Male Reader
Warnings: Fluff//Romantic Relationship//Female DNI
Sorry if it’s not perfect or too short😅
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You and Alastor hated each other. No, Correction. You guys pretended to hate each other. It’s not for the reason you think but it’s just because he wants to keep his, ‘big, bad, scary, overlord’ self. He’s actually a big fat softy when and behind closed doors.
He’s been like this since you’ve joined the hotel, as bad as that may seem when it’s clearly not. Like said before, behind closed doors this man’s a big fat softy. Giving you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and much more. The only time you guys fought was in the morning. Why?
It’s so that he wouldn’t show weakness to the blind sinners eyes. Alastor thinks they’re clueless and don’t deserve to see an overlords soft side. Plus he still has Vox to worry about. Showing a soft side around him would cause everyone In pentagram city to see him as a damn joke. So when you guys got into an established relationship he made you swear to only show him love at night, in private, when everyone’s asleep.
It worked for you perfectly though since you weren’t the one for touching anyone who doesn’t have a good bond with you. That’s kind of why Alastor fell for you in the first place. The moment he laid a finger on you when you were knew you almost blew his head off, almost.
You’ve changed, sure, but you still would do that if you didn’t crave or want touch in that moment. A subtle noise made you snap from your thoughts. The jazz noises that filled the room now being mixed in with your boyfriend’s return from working that night.
Charlie has been making him up and down with more and more ideas for the hotel, hoping that it would get more patrons. “Good evening, Cher.” He showed his true voice towards you. It was tired and craving a break.
“Evening.” You replied. Knowing he wants a break but he wouldn’t get one till he allows himself for one. You went back to what you were doing before he arrived in your room, reading. Silence came between you as the room was still filled with the jazz you’d left on. Your voice breaking the short silence, “Charlie I’m assuming?”
“As much as I care for the doll she’s just a little too talkative Cher.” Alastor answered with a small hum. His lovely grin, that covers his face everyday, faded as he moved further into the room. Your head turned, placing the book down to stand up. “Is there anything you’d like me to do?” You asked going over to the radio that played the genre that your lover enjoyed when he was alive.
“Hm. Just your presence is fine.” The smile he had finally gained confidence again. Going back to its original bright self that everyone is familiar with. Alastor’s hand was focused on his dress coat. He may need it for when he was working or when it was morning but wearing such a thing around you felt weird. Yes he likes being neat and tiddy but he just wants a break.
Your foot steps being further away from him when he started and you being right in front of him when he finished made his gaze turn to you. A small smile placed into your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I hate waking up.” Alastor knew the answer to that and he on the same boat as you. “I know Cher. We do it because it’s to protect an innocent, handsome, sinner such as yourself.”
He has a way with words. And you hated it. Thats the only thing you really hated value him though. Everything else was something someone wanted really bad but he happened to fill up the categories perfectly! “I understand but why in front of all the others?” It was pretty obvious as to why the others didn’t know about the relationship going on between you too, but wouldn’t they be the first to know?
“Ha! They would be the last ones to know about such a thing Cher.” The speed that he can change moods scares you quite a bit. Even with it being as simple as him being tired to him enjoying the presence he brought to the room.
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Sorry that it’s quite short. I’ve been tired and busy and nothing exactly came into mind once I got to this point, hope you like it though!<333
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watchingwisteria · 4 months
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listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.
#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know#im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie#or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them#snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow!#but then shes gone…. for a while……#and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book#that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss#the hunger games#coriolanus snow#tbosas#lucy gray baird#not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration#but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause#like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not.#snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time#he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets#and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets#he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved#but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall#he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires
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dreamertrilogys · 8 months
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was it incarceron :0
omg it wasn’t BUT i do remember reading incarceron in middle school it was very fun <3
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avatardoggo · 1 year
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#so my best friend died this morning and i’m not handling it well i’ve cried 5 times today and i was balling my eyes out in the shower and im#scared to sleep bc ik i’ll have nightmares. and it doesn’t seem real like she’s not dead she can’t be and i didn’t find out first hand her#sister told one of our friends and she texted me and i thought i was hallucinating bc wtfreak and now i feel like crap bc i kept thinking of#her towards the end of august like should i visit her just to tell her how i feel in person and then just leave? but i was scared and worrie#about her rejecting me to my face and now she’s gone and i feel like i didn’t try hard enough to save our friendship and ya she’s in heaven#but she’s not here and and we like all the same things so when i think about the pjo live action or the new solangelo book or atlab or freak#ing anything it just connects to her bc now she won’t be able to see those things like we were so excited to geek out together and now i can#t bc she’s gone and even if she were here she wouldn’t want to be with me and i have school and i want to do well but i can’t focus but i do#nt want to use her death as an excuse and i hate myself bc part of me was her and her favorite color was pink and it became mine too bc it r#reminded me of her and i stopped being her best friend but she never stopped being mine even when she was ignoring me and i was angry at ber#i still loved her and she was the first irl person i told about my SAD and OCD and now she’s gone and my best friend is dead#and she was one of the few people that Knew me yk? like she just got me and i got her and she ignored me and now she’s dead#so ya i’m not ok so if y’all could pray for me that’d be great <3#vk overshares in the tags
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aturnoftheearth · 10 months
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i love having anxiety it’s like there’s this trip that’s still 5 days out but i’m taking deep breaths trying to keep my heart from jumping in my throat every time i think about the potential for it all to derail !!!!!!
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gatheryepens · 11 months
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my chemistry teachers are making me go insane again….
#so usually I have 3 lessons today but my biology teacher wasn’t in#so it was a chemistry day#and I didn’t realise how much I appreciate having that break between the two lessons#since in my frees (wouldn’t recommend) I did nothing#which still feeling guilty about but it is what it#my issue is my inorganic teacher#so like dude makes us do some questions whilst he’s setting up this demo#and then we stop doing questions to watch the demo which is fine#but then we go back to do questions which takes everyone like tops 5-10 minutes to finish#and whenever someone tries to ask for help/say that they are done#he’s like I’m busy and I’m like JAOCKEIXJENJAMSMDNES#and he’s just sat at his laptop typing away#which it’s valid if he does have a lot of work to do#but like 20 minutes later he puts on the board like pages to do in the book and I’m like this took you like 3 seconds to do#why didn’t you do this earlier#and it frustrates me because he was like hey I’m gonna finish the syllabus this week#and then he’s like no it’s now next week#someone also asked him when are the bank holidays as we miss his lessons#and he’s like it’s fine don’t worry about it as they are revison lessons#and I’m like BRO the reason why you aren’t doing revison sessions after school is because you have enough time#and now it’s fine if we miss the lessons since we are just revising#but yeah the current mood of this whole week is stressed and exhaustion#it’s come to the point of me lauging uncontrollably at stuff that isn’t relatively funny#well maybe it’s a little bit funny… :3#but like I was helping my friend with some 6 marker on photosynthesis and I kept mixing stuff up#and then just end up laughing because I was just so done with chemistry as a whole#finished the question in the end though :)#gatherrambles
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kuiinncedes · 2 years
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hehe actually gonna reread candymakers sequel 🥰🥰
#i Actually do not remember a SINGLE THINGGGG about this lol so it’s not rly actually rereading XD#like candymakers it had been a long time since i read it but i think i read it so many times it was just like#everything slowly coming back to me which was rly fun with the way she unravels the story too <3#but i mean who knows maybe something will come back o me lol#but i thinkkk i only ever read this once while i read the candymakers many times#anyway i want to reread a mango shaped space 🥺 i don’t rly remember it either but maybe the basic premise#i highkey want to own it bc i remember liking it lol and it has a cat on the cover sjdhdxhdh <3 so#jeanne talks#completely unrelated but we’ve been planning stuff for glowstick club and i’m excitedddd and just like#going back to college i’m excited (mostly) <333 i kinda just don’t wanna beeeee here 🥴#today i was like oh yeah .... ppl usually don’t live w their parents at this age lmfao but yk#i don’t think that’s rly as much of a thing in chinese culture tho ?? or maybe just my family#anyway my parents are just being somewhat annoying all the timeee 🤪🤪 just with trying to get our old house ready to sell idk they’re just#arguing a lot and i was listening today and it rly just sounded like my dad wouldn’t listen to what my mom had to say but i mean idk anythin#anyway i just kinda want to have to not hear about it/not worry about it at all by having my own shit completely to worry about lmao#idk why i went into that lol oops i’m excited for our beginning of the year event things 🥺😍🥰#not necessarily about classesssss XD#but not like dreading them or anything god i just rly hate thinking about it so i don’t and then i put it off and then i think about it and#stress about it 🤪 lol anyway i’m rly going off on a tangent lol i wanna was this book 😤#maybe not as much as i think if i’m going on about nothing lol but anyway
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arthur-r · 2 years
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tonight has been a weird night but it’s about to get better because i just happened upon a completely roget edition of rogets thesaurus and it’s being sold on ebay for ten dollars
#i’m officially starting a thesaurus collection#of which i will gladly lend out thesauruses to my friends and colleagues don’t worry shdhdf#i currently have two of my own (the original one which i thought i had lost forever and the one i got as a replacement at half price books)#so it really wouldn’t be absurd to have three. thesauruses are real cheap and odds are my collection will only ever have four copies#(the original nostalgic one. my new 80s one. this roget one. and theoretically…. a first edition)#anyway the last thing i’m gonna do tonight before i go to bed is buy this thesaurus on the internet and then i have school in the morning#for the first time since months and months and months ago#well. month and month and month ago. shdhdhdf#anyway i was considering changing my url to rogets-thesaurus since i do have that url. but the school year is starting i can’t make a change#like that when the school year is starting. so i’m gonna be arthur r(oget) ok#anyway tomorrow morning is a wednesday so school starts late (9:00) but i’m getting picked up at 7:45#and i’m going to have some coffee (which will hopefully work correctly) and then get to school early#to put my lock on a locker and maybe say hi to people if i see somebody that i know. that part was tara’s idea#but in conclusion. i’m gonna go order that thesaurus. and then go to sleep#and in 1-2 weeks i will have a very exciting package in the mail#also exciting: i accidentally got a first british pressing of sophie’s world in the mail!! it was four dollars and happened to be from 1995#a replica of it is selling on etsy for $82!! there is definitely something to be said about collecting old and original books#but i’m very grateful to be coming into it for $10 or less each time#anyway love you guys see you in the morning expect a vaguely lower presence from me during school but i’m so volatile anyway that it#shouldn’t feel very drastic. i’ll see you all in a while and it is time to log off tumblr#but. yeah. very excited about the most roget thesaurus i’ve ever had the chance to get#me. my post. mine.#delete later
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slttygeto · 6 months
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SWEAR IT’S JUST RIGHT FOR YOU. | NANAMI. K
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જ⁀➴ synopsis: when you and nanami are equally as obsessed with each other, it creates this perfect balance. you cook for him, and he treats your pussy like it’s a blessing.
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જ⁀➴ c.w: pure filth with a bit of fluff, soft dom! nanami, he turns a bit rough towards the end, rough facefucking, cunnilingus + fingering, dirty talk + praise, riding, multiple orgasms + squirting.
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When Nanami praises you, it’s soft, gentle and endearing. His rough palm gently collides with the soft skin of your jaw and his thumb traces your cheek. He is reminding you of how much you mean to him, how he would burn the entire world if it meant keeping you safe and protected. You are his fairy, his delicate girl whom he could never imagine even raising his voice at. When he scolds you, his voice is stern and filled with worry despite the displeased tone, his hand grabs at your shoulder not to hurt you, and you want to caress your thumb over his forehead and get him to stop furrowing his eyebrows so deeply.
“You’ll get wrinkles, Ken.” Your voice pulls him out of his displeased state for a moment, and Kento hears birds chirping outside of the window and the sunbeam caresses your skin—It hits your beautiful eyes and he takes in every detail; your eyebrows, the slight discoloration the bottom of your jaw, the mole that seems to bring out the beauty in you even more, your eyelashes that aren’t curled but naturally have a pretty shape to them and he heaves out a sigh. He is consumed by love wherever you are near.
Heaven knows how much the man craved domesticity. He found comfort in it—a routine, a promise that when he comes home, he gets to take off his brown shoes at the front door, put his keys in the small bowl that has a mirror hanging right above it. He would then look at his reflection in the mirror and look away immediately when he notices the sweat stains as he removes his jacket. He hears your footsteps as you rush out of the kitchen with a pretty apron around your waist. You made bread, and Nanami isn’t sure whether to be infatuated by the smell of it, or the smell of your hair that hits his nostrils as you wrap your arms around his waist.
He wouldn’t care that your hair is slightly damp, but he would breathe out how the tank top you were wearing was going to get you sick if you don’t watch out. And Kento cares a lot about your comfort, he respects you a lot, so when you hug his sweaty self, his hands would gently try to remove your arms from around him and protest that he was dirty.
“It’s all hard work, Ken. I like it.” To which he wouldn’t say much but give in and let you hold him. He understands that to an extent, having a natural smell like this was attractive, he’s always told you that he likes it when you come home complaining about sweating too much and all he says is that it makes you even more attractive. Your flushed cheeks, your hair sticking up in small antennas, your nose scrunching up at how disgusting it feels to have your shirt cling onto your skin—
“Can I join you in the shower?” Which always catches you off guard, but you accept of course and Nanami sets his book down, he removes his glass and folds them neatly on top of the book before following right behind you in the bathroom. You giggle nervously when you see him close the door and lock it before leaning against it, and you let out a small and timid ‘what?’ when he keeps eyeing with the same intense eyes.
“You are beautiful.” He never denies that he is looking at you—admiring you, but instead reminds you every time that nothing in the world can change his mind about his infatuation with you.
And somewhere in between that comforting thought of coming home to you, a show playing on TV in the living room, bread baking in the oven and the smell of a clean home—Nanami dreams of fucking you stupid on the couch. He wouldn’t remove your apron, he wouldn’t let you wash your hands off of the flour—he would simply drop his pants, push your shorts down and spread your legs only to find out that you weren’t wearing any panties.
He feels sick to his stomach at thought, sighs and rubs his forehead at the fact that he was imagining such dirty things to do with you. If it were a normal fantasy like coming home and fucking you on the bed, he wouldn’t feel that bad. But that was the thing about fantasies, they existed in our head without our control, and it was up to us to act out on them or not. Kento cherished you too much to scare you off with his oh-so-called sick and twisted fantasy of his.
He comes home after a long day at work, and it’s a few minutes past seven. The house isn’t quiet, there is a show playing in the background and that was the first thing that had Kento stop dead in his tracks. He chooses to brush it off and simply rids himself of his jacket and shoes, sets his keys on the bowl before the smell of bread hits his nostrils and his lips part in confusion.
Was he dreaming? Did he somehow astral project into another dimension where his fantasy was a reality? It only confuses him further when you come out of the kitchen wearing an apron—in this reality though, you’ve chosen to wear one of his shirts instead, and Nanami doesn’t know if it’s better or worse. He tries to hide it, the way he can feel his cock hardening in his pants as you approach him with his shirt, fuzzy socks and hands that had traces of flour on them.
“You’re home.” Is how you greet him, your cheek resting on his chest and melting against his body as you breathe in his scent, a constant reminder that you get to be greeted with this sight five times a week around the same time. You boyfriend’s hand travels up to the back of your head and his fingers comb through your hair as he hums a tired response.
“Did you miss me?” Obviously, is what you want to say. But instead, when you look up at him and notice his hooded eyes, you feel his other rest on the small of your back and your heart leaps in your chest. All of a sudden, you feel hot and you feel something poking at you and you’re just surprised.
It was normal for your boyfriend to have needs, you were used to the sexual frustration that comes with having such a stressful job—but normally, Kento would avoid initiating anything with you until he’s showered and made sure he was clean. For him to insinuate that he wanted you, and so loudly with those eyes—you could feel your panties getting ruined.
“Pretty girl,” he calls out for you again when he notices your silence and the hand resting on your waist holds your chin whilst the other firmly grabs your hair. “Did you miss me?” He asks again, stern and you nod. You missed him too much, you realize. Because the lack of conversation beside greeting him and telling him he’s home—all of it was intensifying the sexual tension. It was almost like your body was warning you that Kento wasn’t going to go easy on you this time and you felt jittery.
“I missed you, Kento. Did you miss me?” You say as your hands grab onto his blouse in fists. You bring him closer to you, and gasp when you feel his hand travel down to hold your neck. He isn’t trying to cut your air, but when you make eye contact with him and see that his face has darkened, you let out a small noise.
“Let me show you instead.”
On the couch, Nanami wastes no time to attach his lips to yours and kiss you breathless. He was such a good kisser, always so passionate, always making sure to tease the corner of your lips before biting nibbling here and there—and fuck, did he lose his mind every time you tried to suck on his tongue. He would just push you on your back and cage you between his strong arms.
Nanami feels like he is constantly losing his breath whenever you are near, but when you grab onto his forearms and moan, he goes feral. Suddenly, he is reminded of how much weaker you are compared to him—frail, delicate, soft and sensitive to his touch. He is lucky, he is blessed and he makes sure to spoil you and that pretty pussy.
His kisses trail all the way down from your neck to your collarbones, his takes a whiff of your perfume and hums.
“You smell so sweet,” he mumbles against your skin. Instead of removing your apron and shirt, he pushes them up to reveal the cute panties that you were wearing and his finger traces the wet patch that’s already formed.
“Kento,” you call out to your boyfriend breathless, desperate—as though you were on a deserted island and he was the water to quench your thirst. Your legs spread on instinct for the man to settle between them and you feel his hot breath right against your panties.
“But you smell even better here… Right here,” he says and he pushes your panties to the side to reveal the wet mess hiding behind the fabric. You prop yourself up a bit higher to be able to look at Nanami while he eats you out, and you blush when you notice that he’s already staring at you.
“Up.” He pats your ass and you lift up your hips to allow him to remove your panties for you, but instead of throwing them on the floor, you see him take a whiff of the fabric and sigh and your blush darkens.
“Can I keep these, my love?” He asks sweetly, voice so deep you felt like your pussy was embarrassing you with how wet it was and you mindlessly nod. “Is that so?” He knew you wouldn’t say no, but he still wanted to thank you for trusting him with his perverted intentions.
“You’re too good for me.” Is the last thing that you hear from him before he dives between your legs and fuck—he is too good. You know Nanami is good, you don’t doubt that he can make you cum as many times as he wants before reaching his own high, but something about him eating your pussy like a treat, enjoying every drop and sucking on your clit with the intention of making you lose your mind—that was too much.
You feel his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks before smothering his face in your pussy. His nose nudges at your clit while his tongue licks at your folds and you think that for a moment, maybe he is enjoying this more than you do. His hands grip your thighs to keep them in place, and when he notices that your legs are starting to shake and your hips are bucking up, he takes one look at you and his dick almost bursts.
Flushed chest, swollen lips and a fucked out face. If Nanami wasn’t already in love with your beauty, then he feels himself falling deeper for you. You fall apart on his tongue a couple of seconds later, he enjoys the way you gasp, moan and cry as he keeps his lips attached to your clit and you try to push his head away.
“Too much,” you gasp. “Kento!” you cry out when you feel his two fingers nudge at your folds and by this point, you are breathing too hard. You feel his thick finger prod at that one spongy spot almost immediately and your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He presses a hand to your stomach and praises are spilling from his lips like a chant, watching as your soul almost escaped your body with every thrust of his thick fingers perfectly against your spot.
“That’s right baby, you’re doing so good,” “this pussy takes me so well,” “you make me so proud, look at this pussy—fucking filthy,”
The mixture of praise and him losing his composure and cursing has you reaching your orgasm again faster than expected. But this time, you make a bit of a mess and you try to apologize for ruining the couch and his clothes but he is quick to shut you up with his lips.
“You’ve just squirted on me, and you want to apologize?” he mumbles against your cheek, fingers still buried inside you and you whine.
“I made a mess,” you try to reason with your beast of a boyfriend but he quickly retreats his fingers back and delivers a harsh smack to your pussy.
“It’s never been a problem when it’s our bed, has it?”
“Kento,” you call out softly when your boyfriend starts to kiss at your neck again. “Kento, fuck my mouth.” Nanami’s brain short circuits at this and the shock is evident on his features. He doesn’t have time to stop you or protest because you are quick to get off the couch and on your knees for him.
“You’ve been so good to me, keeping me satisfied and happy—I bet you want to fuck my mouth sometimes, don’t you?” Your hands are quickly unbuckling his belt. You don’t remove his pants completely, only enough to free his painfully hard cock from his boxers. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you watch as he throws his head back on the couch with each slow stroke.
“You don’t know what you are asking for,” is what he says as he tries to get you to back out of this, but you are determined to let him ruin your life. Him, the only man on this planet whom you would blindly trust with your life.
“I know what I am asking for.”
“I could hurt you,”
“I will tap your thigh if you do,” and then there’s a few moments of silence where Kento just stares deeply into your eyes. When you see him lean down towards you, your breath catches in your throat and your lips part in shock when his hand goes to the back of your head and the other one grips your jaw open.
“Open up.” And when you do, he rests the fat tip of his cock on your tongue. The pre-cum is a bit salty but you don’t say anything as you let Kento handle your mouth to his liking. He tells you to open up a bit more and breathe before he starts to thrust his dick in and out of your mouth at a slow pace.
You’re taking it well at first, but when you notice your boyfriend’s thighs shaking, indicating that he is holding back on you, you decide to take matters into your own hands. Quite literally.
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and you push his dick down your throat, nose nuzzling against his pubes and he curses out loud.
“Fuck--!” You repeat the same motion over and over again, and by the third time, your boyfriend finally breaks and starts fucking your mouth like a starved man. Your knees burn, and so do your lungs—the couch is moving every time Kento brings your head back on his cock and you’ve braced yourself on his thighs for support.
“Sorry—fuck, I’m sorry baby,” he says between gritted teeth. However, when his eyes catch that you’re rubbing your swollen clit to the same rhythm of your head on his cock, something in him snaps.
He pushes you off of his cock, and any complaint you head is drowned out when he stands up and his cock stands proud. You look up at him from your spot on the floor and brace yourself on his thighs again when you feel him grab your face and push his cock inside your mouth.
“Filthy fucking girl,” he breathes out. “Can’t even let me be sweet to you—shit,” based on how difficult it is to even talk properly, you guess that he is close and so you sneak a hand between his legs and starts fondling with his balls—you squeeze them, and that’s when Nanami finally breaks and cums down your throat with a broken moan.
Even while trying to catch his breath, Nanami’s hands caress your face and neck as he takes a seat and pulls you closer to him. He then helps you get back up on your feet and pulls you on his lap to kiss you. He can taste himself on your tongue even after you’ve swallowed everything.
“Was I good?” You ask when he pulls away from your lips to kiss your cheek and down your neck once again, a pattern that he’s learned always turns you into putty.
“Perfect, my love. You are perfect for me.”
You are surprised at how fast he gets hard again, but you supposed it’s also because you were literally grinding your bare pussy against his dick. Your hands hold onto his shoulders for support as you try to slip his dick past your folds, but you let out a surprised noise when he easily lifts you up and aligns the tip of his cock with your pussy.
“Noticed that you like my arms a lot,” he says and you are obliged to stare at his forearms and good lord—the way they flex as they hold you above his cock, Nanami lets out an amused chuckle when he sees a string of arousal drip directly on top of his cock. “You do like them, huh?”
“Baby,” you whimper and Kento cannot find it in him to tease you any longer. He gently drops you down on his cock and he immediately gets to work. His hand rests on the small of your back and pushes you towards him to press your chest flush against his, his hands then grip your ass cheeks and he starts to slam you up and down on his cock with so much ease.
You sound like a mess. The combination of your boyfriend’s strong arms and the tip of his thick cock abusing your spot turns you into a blabbering mess on top of him.
“So good, so good—fuck, oh fuck,” sounded like music to his ears. Your whines your moans, your fucked out look and your eyes begging him to ruin you—Nanami was addicted to every part of you.
And it only takes a few more messy and sloppy thrusts from him and you cum around him with a loud cry.
“There you go,” he says breathlessly, feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him. “Make a mess on me, baby,”
You shake like a leaf on top of him, hands gripping onto his shirt for dear life and lips pressed against his neck.
“Think you can take a bit more for me? I’m really close, darling,”
“Hurry up,” you say desperately and as promised, Kento thrusts a few more times before he is cumming inside you with a loud groan. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent that has now been mixed with his own and a hint of sweat. He relaxes in your hold, hand tracing the small of your back as a way to get you to come down from your orgasm and perhaps even apologize for being a bit rough with you earlier.
All of his worries are brushed off when you pull away from him to press a kiss to his forehead, his nose then down to lips.
“I love you, Ken. I love you too much,” you announce, a hint of sleepiness to your voice and a smile finds its way to his face.
“I love you too, darling. I love you too much.”
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