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#i drew these after midnight im so sorry
crumble-cookii · 2 years
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Can you please draw Strawberry Crepe Cookie & Strawberry Cookie in a swap clothing? X3
yes, yes I can
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rafeysbafey · 4 months
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hey! i love your fics and was wondering if you could do a fic based on mitskis song ‘my love mine all mine’ ( mostly the part “nothing i do belongs to me”)
I was thinking maybe reader thinks rafe is using her for s-x and maybe she thinks that rafe doesn’t love her and becomes distant?
if you can’t it’s totally okay! 🩷🎅🏻
LOWKEY dont know how to feel abt this fic i feel like i went off track im so sorry in advance
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you sat in silence with the comforter pulled up to your chest as your eyes trailed after rafe, watching as he left to start a shower.
no aftercare, no checking to see if you were okay.
‘cause my love is mine, all mine
you and rafe were never dating, is what you had to constantly remind yourself.
but even with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ deal, he would still treat you like his girlfriend.
“coffee for you, m’lady,” he bowed, sticking out his hand to give you an iced latte.
you took it with a funny look, teasing him as you spoke, “is it poisoned?”
he gasped at your response, faking offense with sad eyes.
or when the two of you would lay in comfortable silence after sex, your body fitting perfectly next to his as he drew shapes across your skin.
“you hungry?” he asked, paying attention to how your stomach growled softly.
“only if you are.”
“ill take that as a yes,” he chuckled before grabbing his phone and typing in your favorite take-out restaurant.
but here you were, sitting in his bed by yourself as you listened to the water hit the tiled floor.
i love mine, mine, mine
deciding you weren’t going to wait for him, you slide out the bed and grabbed your clothes that were carelessly thrown across the room.
you didn’t hear much from him the day you left, but when it was close to midnight the next night, your phone pinged.
‘rafeeeeeee’
want 2 come ovr
?
you decided to ignore his text, not caring to respond as you tossed your phone to the side and continued to watch your show on Netflix.
the weekend went by with you ignoring rafe, leaving the boy confused as he left voicemails asking what was wrong.
it was cheesy, but you guys really didn’t spend even a day apart, always hanging out or sleeping over at each others houses.
you were getting ready for school when you heard a car honk outside, your brows furrowing together before realizing who it was.
rafe always picked you up for school, you just forgot to tell him not to today.
sighing, you answered the front door but froze when you came face to face with the boy, an iced latte in his hand and a frown covering his features.
“you’ve been ignoring me,” he automatically said, hurt laced in his voice as you stood there in silence.
“can we not do this right now?” you asked, voice quiet as if someone else were listening to the conversation.
“i just want to know why my girl hasn’t been responding to my texts or calls.”
your body flinched ever so slightly at the words ‘my girl,’ catching you off guard as you looked at him in shock.
“im not ‘your girl,’ rafe,” you stated, although the quiver in your voice seemed to give it away.
“you’re always my girl-”
“then why have you been treating me so different lately?”
nothing in the world belongs to me
it was his turn to freeze in place, mouth opening to speak but nothing coming out.
“I just-” he cut himself off before running his free hand through his hair, “i just got scared, okay?”
“scared of what?”
“falling in love with you!”
your eyes widened at his confession, rafe’s mouth immediately snapping shut at the realization.
“I shouldn’t have said that- i shouldn’t have said anything.”
“rafe,” you mumbled, eyes searching in his for any sign of regret or bluff.
“you shouldn’t be afraid, i think- no i know,” you corrected, “i know im falling for you.”
his shoulders fell in relief at your response, eyes lighting up as a small blush painted his face.
“really? you’re not just saying that, right?”
you let out a small laugh before shaking your head, “im not.”
“well, will you take this iced latte and make me the happiest man on earth, and be my girlfriend?” he stuck out the cup as he got on one knee.
“rafe you’re making this weird!” you laughed, grabbing both his shoulders and yanking him up.
“but yes, i would love an iced latte.”
“and?” he asked, brow raising as he pretended to get impatient.
“oh, yes i will be your girlfriend.”
but my love mine, all mine, all mine
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kaislittlelamb · 5 months
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How about one ab evan himself being like jealous of his own character)? Like tn is constantly saying that, for example colin zabel 🙏🙏, is so hot and is the man of her dreams and evan being like ok enough im here (it can be fluff and smut or whatever you want) thankssss
Trick or Treat!
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Warning ⚠️: NSFW! sex, oral sex, degrading, etc.
(I chose Kai as the character in this prompt since I haven’t seen Mare of Easttown yet! This is my first time writing a fic so sorry if it’s not the best and also it was a little rushed for halloween so it’s not really proofread but I hope you like it!)
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With Halloween just a few days around the corner, you and Evan lounged in bed, the clock ticking toward midnight. Bathed in the glow from your phone screens in your dark room, you scrolled through Instagram until a picture caught your attention. It was Kai Anderson. Evan's hottest portrayal in American Horror Story, in your opinion.
Evan disagreed, though. Amidst his array of characters, why was Kai so attractive to you? Kai embodied his most demanding role. Vicious, sadistic, callous, a deranged sociopath—just scratching the surface. Kai couldn’t have been more different from Evan. Yet somehow, you found yourself strangely drawn to his character. It bothered Evan way more than he'd ever admit, your fascination with a character so far removed from who he really was. Someone he couldn't be for you. You were clueless, though.
A rush of warmth spread through your cheeks as you couldn't help but admire how irresistible Evan looked in his role as Kai. You double-tapped the picture on your Instagram feed. Then, an idea sparked that excited you.
"You should dress up as Kai for Halloween" You suddenly suggested, breaking the comfortable silence and catching Evan off guard as your eyes lit up with anticipation at the idea. Witnessing Evan embody Kai in real life had always been a secret desire of yours.
Evan turned to you, his features barely visible in the dimly lit bedroom, a hint of displeasure apparent in his expression as the light from his phone flickered.
"Why Kai? Couldn’t I be like.. I don’t know, Kit, or something?" he asked with a trace of irritation seeping into his voice. He didn't seem too keen on the idea.
"You know why. Kai was your hottest role. Come on, pleeease?" you begged, hoping to sway him with your persistence. Evan shook his head firmly, his gaze fixed on the screen of his phone as his fingers swiped away.
"I don't get why you like him so much, He was a freak," he muttered, his discontent becoming more obvious. Still, you were determined to convince him this time, after months of previous failed attempts. Halloween was the perfect excuse for him to dress the part, it was your favorite holiday after all.
“Okay, yes, he was a freak. But... I don't know, he was alluring, you know? Like cunning and mysterious. There’s something so hot about his character and It'd just be intriguing to see you like that," you explained, continuing your effort to persuade Evan. However, your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he scoffed and set his phone down, turning to you with a mix of irritation and hurt.
“Sounds like you think I’m not hot enough as myself. Sorry for not being some ignorant asshole, I guess I’ll try harder," he quipped mockingly, a tinge of jealousy tainting his tone. You were taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor, your eyes widening in surprise.
You had mentioned your attraction to Kai’s character multiple times before, and sure, Evan didn’t seem to understand why. But he rarely displayed any signs of being upset with you, which made the current situation all the more disconcerting. Sensing his unease, you drew a deep breath and sat upright in bed, inching closer to him.
“I didn't mean it like that. Evan, you're perfect—" you began, but he interjected, frustration lacing his voice, cutting your sentence short.
“If I’m perfect then why do you want me to pretend to be someone so different?”
Placing his phone on the nightstand, he huffed and turned away from you, facing the other side of the bed.
Once again, you found yourself taken aback by his abrupt reaction. You paused for a moment in confusion and shock, trying to figure out what had just happened. He had never acted like this before with you, considering he hardly ever got emotional. You were at a loss for words at his sudden outburst.
Switching off your phone, you reached out, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, hoping to diffuse the tension.
"Evan—" you started, only to be cut off again.
"Goodnight," he muttered, cutting the conversation short.
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The days that followed dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity, weighed down by the unspoken tension between you and Evan. You attempted to bring up the issue multiple times, hoping for some kind of resolution, but Evan remained frustratingly distant and dismissive. He was never the best at handling conflict. Now, on your favorite holiday, you found yourself alone, managing the enthusiastic trick-or-treaters as Evan was busy at work.
“Trick or treat!" A group of kids dressed as various superheroes cheered, eagerly holding out their candy-filled bags. You scooped up a handful of sweets from your diminishing bowl, delighting in their excitement before they dashed off to the next house. Then, you looked back down at the empty bowl in your hands and a sinking feeling settled in—you were officially out of candy for the night.
Yet another loud knock could be heard at your frontdoor. It was starting to annoy you, honestly. Halloween just wasn’t as fun without Evan, and the conflict from the other night was hindering your mood.
Letting out a resigned sigh, you placed the now-empty bowl down, preparing to face the disappointed children outside. You reluctantly answered the insistent knock with a sense of impending disappointment.
“I’m so sorry but I’m all ou-“
As you opened the door, your voice caught in your throat as your eyes met a spine-chilling clown mask. The clown stood in front of you, dressed in a sleek leather outfit, a shock of vibrant blue hair peeking out of the mask, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. It was Evan dressed head to toe as Kai Anderson, no doubt.
"Trick or treat," his voice emerged muffled from behind the mask, carrying an indescribable aura of eeriness that lingered in the air.
You stood frozen, barely able to process the sight of him standing at your doorstep. The leather trench coat draped over his broad shoulders exuded an air of rugged allure. His hands hidden beneath leather gloves.
“Eva-“ You went to speak but you were cut short as he pushed past you into the entrance of your house. You gulped nervously as you shut the door, your eyes traced the lines of his long coat. The mask, more terrifying up close, added an element of mystery that kept you on edge, unsure of what his intentions were. The absence of words only heightened the suspense, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of shock and confusion, wondering what had led to this unexpected turn of events. Why did he change his mind? Wasn’t he upset? Your thoughts were quickly interrupted as he suddenly shoved you against the wall, your back thudding loudly against it. Then, his slender fingers encircled your throat, curling possessively around it, a mix of fear and an unfamiliar thrill coursing through your veins. Your breath hitched, and you struggled to form words, only to be silenced by the command of his voice muffled by the mask.
“Don't say a word," he growled, his words sending a shiver through your spine, leaving you helplessly surrendered to his whims.
Suddenly, his free hand made its way beneath your shirt, the abrasive touch of the leather gloves sending a jolt of surprise through you. You couldn't help but widen your eyes at the unexpected boldness of his move, the sensation of his hand then slipping beneath your bra sent shivers down your spine. The firmness of his grip on your breast, almost bordering on pain, was a stark departure from any touch from him before, carrying an undeniable possessiveness that frightened you. Struggling to maintain your composure, you stifled any sounds that threatened to escape your lips, submitting to his dominance. His large hand kneaded your breast, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake before withdrawing briefly, only to remove your shirt entirely, baring you to his intense gaze. You couldn’t predict a single move of his. It was terrifying, but fuck was it hot.
With swift precision, he unfastened your bra, discarding it without a second thought. Another shiver coursed through you as he loomed above, his eerie mask casting a shadow over your form. He remained motionless, tension growing thicker the longer you both remained silent. Then, his deep voice cut through the silence.
“Get on your fucking knees."
Almost stumbling, you complied, your legs quivering with a mix of fear and anticipation, submitting wholly to his will. It wasn't the first time you found yourself in this vulnerable stance, but this time was different. He was different.
His gloved thumb delicately traced your jawline as you met his gaze with apprehension. With practiced ease, he discarded his belt, before swiftly attending to his zipper. In one fluid motion, he peeled off his pants and boxers, revealing his hardened arousal that was already dripping precum.
“Suck it.” He commanded.
Despite the persistent knocking from trick or treaters at your front door, you both chose to disregard it, finding the current moment far more exhilarating. Inhaling deeply, you extended your tongue, trembling slightly as you delicately encircled the tip.
"Don't tease," he growled immediately, seizing the back of your hair and forcefully guiding your mouth onto his thick cock. Your eyes widened in response to the sudden contact with the back of your throat, prompting an involuntary gag to slip from your lips. His uncharacteristic roughness caught you off guard. Heat surged between your thighs as you obediently sucked on his throbbing cock, drawing it in slowly. His masked head tilted back, accompanied by muffled groans escaping his lips, as he guided your head further. You moaned softly against his cock, vibrations rippling through his body.
He indulged you for only a few more minutes before impatiently scooping you up with his muscular arms and throwing you over his shoulder, marching toward the bedroom to handle your matters there. While Kai would have seized the moment and taken you right where you were without hesitation, showing no regard for your comfort, Evan, despite his convincing portrayal, remained considerate. Carrying you to the bed, he tossed you onto your back on the soft mattress.
His gentleness vanished in an instant, though, as he straddled you on the bed, taking control of the situation once again. He swiftly pinned your wrists above your head, leaving you entirely at his mercy. A soft gasp escaped your lips, caught off guard by his sudden assertiveness. This wasn't the Evan you knew in the bedroom. He was fully committed to his role. You asked for it, after all.
As he loomed over you on the bed, his hand firmly restraining yours, he used his free hand to finally remove the unsettling clown mask. Bright blue locks fell over his shoulders as the mask fell to the floor, revealing a piercing intensity in his gaze that you had never witnessed from him before.
The blue hair suited him well. When you had suggested the Kai reenactment, you hadn't anticipated his full commitment to the blue hair, but you were pleasantly surprised. His hair was a bit shorter and naturally curlier than Kai’s, but still he looked so damn hot. However, there was little time to appreciate his appearance as his free hand suddenly grasped your skirt and tugged it off, along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed.
The sudden exposure coaxed yet another gasp from your lips, the rush of cold air hitting your skin causing your body to shiver involuntarily. Evan's hungry gaze swept over your bared form with an intensity that sent a thrilling chill down your spine. In an instant, his lips crashed against your neck, fervently nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin. His lips traced a heated path up your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear as he finally spoke.
“If you're gonna fantasize like a little slut, then I'm gonna treat you like one,” he murmured in a low, sadistic tone. His free hand roughly grasped your thigh, pushing it open and positioning himself in the space between. His swollen tip lined up with your glistening entrance before plunging in forcefully without providing you any time to prepare and eliciting a sharp yelp. He paused briefly, nearly breaking character out of instinctual concern, but he didn’t stop. His hand grasped your thigh firmly, exerting a force that felt as though he wanted to consume you, as he withdrew and thrust back in with even more intensity than before.
"Fuck!" The exclamation tore from your lips as the burning sensation of his rough thrust consumed you. His tight grip on your thigh shifted to your throat, cutting off any noise you might make.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" he growled callously. His length buried deep within your warmth, he let out a low, satisfied groan.
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"Is this what you were hoping for? Huh? To be treated like some worthless slut by Kai? You fucking love this, don’t you?" he snarled out between each forceful thrust, glaring down at your contorted face as the rhythm of his movements continued to escalate in intensity. Your legs quivered uncontrollably as he filled you in a manner you had never felt before. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his blue locks bounced with each powerful thrust. His tight hold on your throat released, granting you a precious moment to gasp for air, only to have it knocked out of you again with another relentless pounding. Releasing his grip on your wrists, his hand found purchase on your waist, swiftly flipping your body over onto all fours. His member slipped out momentarily, but without hesitation, he thrust it back into your soaking wet cunt, prompting your back to arch sharply in response. You couldn't contain a loud, muffled moan as you clung tightly to the sheets.
“I told you to shut the fuck up," he growled, his voice laced with a commanding edge, before seizing the back of your head and shoving your face forcefully into the bedding.
You couldn't hold back the series of moans escaping your lips, now muffled by the bedsheets. His relentless pounding sent a mix of groans and curses into the air, blending with your own cries. Despite his violent thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy, he continued relentlessly.
"That's it, so fucking good," he groaned, punctuating his words with a sharp slap on your ass.
His hand found its way back to your hair, this time seizing a fistful to yank you back against his sweaty chest, your spine flush against his torso. His breath, warm and ragged, grazed your ear as he emitted another low, guttural groan, his grip on your hips tightening.
“Taking me so damn well, like your little pussy’s trying to swallow me whole," he cursed into your ear.
Your slick trickled down your thighs with each relentless thrust, the room resonating with a symphony of both your voices, the shared inability to contain the mounting pleasure.
“'m so close- fuck!," you cried out, your body quivering against his, on the brink of euphoria.
"Aw, you wanna cum? Hope you weren’t expecting me to let you without some persuasion," he chuckled sadistically. His movements grew even more intense, surpassing what you thought possible, as if he were determined to push you to the brink of madness while you struggled to contain your impending release.
"Fuck—Please! P-Please, Evan I can't—I can't hold it—" you cried out, your voice trembling with desperation. His calloused hand glided down between your thighs, tracing circles on your sensitive, wet bud, whilst he continued to pound you from behind.
"Good girl. Let it all out, baby," he praised in a hushed tone against your ear, his own groans intermingling with your cries.
Without a moment's delay, your climax surged through you, your essence spilling over his cock and onto the sheets. Your body convulsed violently while his movements grew erratic. He then dropped you back onto the bed, his body collapsing onto yours as he chased his own impending release vigorously.
Abruptly, he withdrew his member from your slick walls, leaving them throbbing with the sudden absence. He pumped himself hastily, the tension building quickly until he finally reached his climax.
“Oh my- baby- f-fuck,” he groaned shakily, spilling his warm cum all over your bruised ass. Usually, he'd finish inside—you were on birth control, after all—but not this time. He was determined to make a mess out of you, marking you with his seed.
Collapsing beside you in the bed, his body finally relaxed, heavy pants escaping both of you as you gradually descended from your shared high.
"Holy shit, that was... intense," he managed, a faint smile gracing his lips as he slowly returned to his normal self. You couldn't help but release a soft chuckle, the lingering rush of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
“You really know how to play a role, don’t you?" you remarked, a glimmer of admiration in your voice. His grin widened, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes as he traced a gentle line down your arm, sending a shiver cascading down your spine. Returning his playful energy, you offered a coy smile, your fingers dancing lightly along his skin.
“Seems like Kai wasn't so terrible after all," you teased, amusement tingeing your tone.
“Maybe I should embrace that side more often.” He responded with a chuckle. Pulling you closer, he murmured, the dim light casting a soft glow around you both.
“Um.. by the way, I’m sorry about the other day. I guess I felt like Kai had something to offer you that I didn’t and I got kind of jealous. Silly, I know." He confessed, the honesty evident in his voice. Resting your head on his chest, you let out a contented sigh.
“Evan, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. Kai is just a part of you. What you did just now was all you, and it was fucking incredible," you reassured him, your words soothing. It was as if a weight had been lifted off both of you. His fingers gently tangled in your hair as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, absorbing your comforting words.
“You’re right," he murmured, his voice soft and genuine.
“Happy Halloween, baby."
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luvfy0dor · 6 months
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"How Gorgeous !!" BSD x GN!Reader
╰┈➤ Fyodor, Nikolai, Chuuya♡
Warnings; yk the drill; probably a little ooc, other than that pure fluff, dyed hair Nikolai bc I saw some people who REALLY dislike blonde Nikolai so I'm just gonna put that as a warning
Description; Select bsd boys letting you do stuff with their hair
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A/N; I'm so sorry to the two people in my requests I know dad Fyodor anon is there and so is another rlly cute request, Im thinking stuff up I pinky promise :(( im not ignoring anyone istg I'm just having severe writers block so when i got this idea i wrote it out as fast as possible just to have something out for yall, i hate posting only twice a week.
Fyodor Dostoevsky ༉‧₊˚.
Fyodor enjoyed having his hair washed, he liked the feeling of your soft fingers massaging his scalp while he hummed, very pleased with the favor you had stepped up to do for him.
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The sound of water splashing against the porcelain of the tub filled the bathroom as you drew a bath for Fyodor and yourself. His plans were all over the place as of late, and you felt maybe a nice bath and head massage might soothe him a bit. His hair was getting a bit greasy under that ushanka, and you weren't gonna just let him go about his day overworked and musty.
You could hear the door unlock, along with the soft tapping of Fyodors boots, coming to a pause and being momentarily substituted by the clicking of the lock. You stood up, shaking the water off of your hand from checking the temperature and turning to him.
"Hi Fedya, how's your work coming along?" You ask, removing the ushanka from his head and brushing his bangs away from his face. He hums and rests his head on yours, his hands gently stroking your back. "It's not coming along very well, if I'm honest, dear." He sighs retracting from the hug and starting to remove his shoes and unbutton his shirt. "Very stressful."
You nod in understanding, sliding his shirt off his shoulders while he undoes the final buttons. "Things will work out for you, they always do." You say. You both finish undressing and get into the tub, Fyodor sitting between your legs and kinda leaning back against you, his eyes closed as he sighs, clearly relaxed. You fill your cupped hand with water and spill onto his head, the droplets trickling down the thin strands of his midnight colored hair.
His steady breathing was your indicator that he was feeling at the very least a little better. You pumped some shampoo into your hand and ran it through his hair, your fingertips rubbing against his scalp, drawing soft sounds of contentment from his lips. Filling a small, nearby cup with water, you gently poured it over his head and rinsed out the suds. Some of the water drips down his face, small drops catching in his eyelids as his head leans back. You smile at his small reactions.
"Mmn, that feels very nice, my dear." He murmurs, the corners of his lips being tugged into a small smile, a smile of leisurly pleasure. "Good." You reply while you begin lathering conditioner in the ends of his relatively long hair. The scent of the tea tree conditioner only added to the lingering fragrance of the matching shampoo. Fyodor liked the smell of tea tree, and if he didnt use that, he used faint floral scents. You run your fingers through his straight hair, parting a couple of pieces and starting to absent-mindedly braid them together, weaving the strands over and under each other.
Fyodor tilts his head back a bit more, rotating it to look at you. "Are you thinking about anything in particular?" He questions, his gaze soft. You shake your head, running your fingers through the braided hair pieces, ultimately undoing it. "No, not really." And it was the truth. The two of you were basking in the moment the way a lizard does in the sun. Your hand snakes down to grab onto his, giving it a soft squeeze which he returns. After washing yourselves off, you stand up and wrap towels around yourselves once you've initially rid most of the drops of water from your skin. You both get dressed in pajama pants, a tee shirt for you and a sweater for Fyodor, a smaller towel around his neck.
The towel is visibly wet as Fyodor leans against the sink, watching you ruffle your hair to dry it. "Fedya, your towel is soaked. Here, let's blow dry your hair." You say, reaching into one of the drawers of the sink, pulling out the blow-dryer and plugging it into the wall. "We could always towel dry it and save money on the electricity bill." He says, starting to squeeze any remaining water out of his hair with the towel.
"It's fine, trust me, it's not like it's upping the bill a trillion dollars." You say, the nozzle of the blow-dryer pointed just downwards of Fyodors chin, aimed towards the (a little more than) damp ends of his hair. "Alright, alright." He nods at your response. "Okay, ready?" You ask, your finger hovering over the 'on' switch. "Mhm." He nods with a soft smile, and with that you flick on the blow-dryer to the lowest setting. The air is hot as you move the dryer from side to side, not allowing the heat to be directed to one spot and burning Fyodors skin.
Fyodor listens to the whir of the blow dryer with his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowing when the warm air hits his forehead as you get his bangs. You laugh at his expression under your breath and ruffle his hair a bit to dry the roots better. Once his hair was...well, dry enough, the sound of the hair dryer came to a halt. His eyes opened again, their purple color as beautiful as ever under the dim bathroom light. His hand goes to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin, as he places a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. When he pulls away, he's giving you a small, faint smile.
"Thank you for pampering me, it is a wonderful feeling." He quietly says, one of his hands on the bottom of your neck. You nod and give him a full kiss on the lips in response. "You're welcome, I love doing that type of stuff for you. I like playing around with your hair." You state, pushing a strand behind his ear. You stare into each other's eyes for another couple of seconds before he leans backwards, unlocking and opening the door. The cold air from the rest of the house causes you to shiver a little.
"Would you like to join me for some tea before bed?" He asks, standing in the doorway. You nod and follow him, flicking the light off behind you as you both make your way to the kitchen. He starts to boil the water in a kettle, grabbing a tea bag from the cabinet for each of you. He waits for the water to reach it's boiling point and leans against the counter, gently pulling you into his chest. You smile and wrap your arms around his torso, one hand reaching up to twirl some of his hair around your finger. He sighs softly, leaning his head backwards and into your touch. When the water is finally ready, he softly guides your body to the side, walking past you to fill the mugs with water and dip the tea bags in. After a couple moments, he hands you your cup, sipping from his.
"Thank you, my love." You murmur with a appreciative smile while taking a sip yourself. He nods. "Ofcourse, dear."‧₊˚.
Nikolai Gogol ༉‧₊˚.
Nikolais hair isn't just white naturally, obviously, so whenever his hair needed to be touched up, he turns right to his lover to help him out. He tried doing it himself and nearly ended up with bald spots from forgetting about the bleach and leaving it on for WAY too long.
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Although they weren't those most noticable thing in the entire world, Nikolais roots were starting to show. You had noticed though, ofcourse, because you spend a lot of time around him. Every time the taller man was snoring in your arms, your eyes drifted down to the forming tufts of dark blonde hair peeking through the white, shiny strands. You made him aware of it, and he sent you off to get bleach and toner after he couldn't find any around the house. That conversation was exactly what landed you in the hair aisle of the store closest to you.
You inspected the packaging of each dye until you could deem one a good enough and trustworthy brand. You brought it up to the register and payed for it, exiting the store and driving back home. The weather was rather gloomy and rainy today, making you skitter quickly through the driveway and to the door. Pushing it open, you sigh having finally escaped the rain. Though it wasn't pouring, it was still not something you wanted to stand in for all that long. "Kolya!" You called out to your boyfriend through out the halls of your home, taking off your shoes and jacket.
Upon fully standing up, you went to walk further into the house just as you could see a yellow light starting to form behind you. You laugh a bit before turning around. "How many times do I have to tell you, you're not gonna be able to scare me by doing that." You say with a playful eyeroll. His head fully pokes through the portal. "You can tell me as many times as you want, dear, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna try it." He says with a grin, his hand popping through the portal to gently guide your face closer to his. He presses a kiss to your cheek before he fully comes through the portal.
"You got the bleach?" You nod, holding up the box. "Yeah, c'mere, we'll touch up your roots right now." He follows you into the bathroom as you pry open the box, shaking the contents onto the sink counter. You grab the gloves and slide your hands into them before turning to Nikolai. "Here, go sit on the edge of the tub so I can do this accurately." You say, pointing in the direction of the bathtub. He nods and sits down, his feet in the tub with his back facing you. You stand with your hands on your hips while reading the directions and grabbing the packet of bleach powder. Nikolai peers at you over his shoulder, grinning at your face of concentration.
You mix the bleach with the developer together in the bowl, setting it back on the counter once it's the right consistency and walking over to Nikolai. "Your hair is so long, Kolya." You say, undoing his usual braid and starting to section his hair as he smiles. "Ofcourse it is! Its been growing for a long time, my dove." He replies with a grin, feeling your hands part his hair and clip certain pieces in certain places to keep them separated. You started applying the bleach to his roots, his soft 'tee-heeing' being heard over the sound of the bleach being applied to his hair, apparently in a ticklish way.
"Does it tickle that much?" You ask, grabbing another bit of his hair. He nods. "Yes, yes it does." He beams, kicking his feet up onto the other edge of the tub.
Upon making it all the way around your boyfriends head, you proudly stood back to observe your work; the blue substance already lightening the first bits of hair you worked on. "It's already working, Kolya, your hair will be renewed in like...well, the box says twenty minutes." You say, inspecting the piece of cardboard. "Oh, I'm sure you did such a wonderful job. I'm so excited to see it." Nikolai says, standing up from his place on the side of the tub.
"Wait a minute," you say, exiting the bathroom and heading to the kitchen before returning, ripping a piece of aluminum foil from the roll you had fetched. "If we stick this on your head, it'll go quicker." He laughs and pats the foil down on his head, nodding. "And why is that?" You think for a moment. "It traps heat and stuff." You say, stepping out of the bathroom and into the hallway, Nikolai following you. "Oh wow! My dove is just so smart!" He says with his cheeky little grin. You playfully roll your eyes and toss your gloves in the garbage can.
"That's basic, I feel like everyone knows that. I think you know that too, but you just wanted to hear that from my mouth." He nods, resting his hand on your shoulder. "See? What a genius." You quietly scoff.
You wait out the twenty minutes with Nikolai, talking about whatever silly stuff comes to mind. When the timer on your phone rings, you crumple up Nikolais make shift aluminum hat and tossing it in the garbage. You examine the roots of his hair, which are a very pale yellow. You shrug it off and bring him to the bathroom, rinsing the bleach out of his hair and shampooing and conditioning it with his head under the tub faucet. You put a towel over his head and ruffle his hair, examining it once more.
"Oh, it's not that yellow." You murmur. "The toner will fix that, and then you'll be twinning with Fukuchi again." You say, your eyes scanning the bathroom counter for the box with the toner. You raise an eyebrow when you come to realize it's not there. You must have left it in your car, so that's where you head with a soft hum of confusion. Bolting out to your car, trying to avoid the rain, you're met with a toner-less sight. You sigh.
"I didn't even buy it." You say to Nikolai exasperatedly while simultaneously scanning your receipt, and unsurprisingly finding only the bleach. "Aw, don't worry! We can get it when the rain clears up, I won't make you go out again." He insists, pulling you into his chest. You just sigh and wrap your arms around him. "Yeah, you're right." You murmur, your body limply leaning against his. He pats your back.
"Come sit down with me, we should play a board game or a card game. They're perfect for rainy days, don't you agree?" He says, plopping down on the couch. "I do agree. Do you have a preference for a specific game right now?" He thinks for a moment before shaking his head. "No, not in particular." You go off to find a good game for the both of you to play, settling on Uno. "Okay Kolya, quiz time! What game do I have?" You say, imitating your boyfriend. He giggles at your impersonation of him, placing a finger on his chin while thinking. "Hmm, I'm gonna guess Uno." He says. You nod, making him grin.
"I guess we're both quite smart then, dove! Let's play, shall we?" He pats the seat on the couch next to him, making you smile as you nod and walk over to sit with him. ‧₊˚.
Chuuya Nakahara ༉‧₊˚.
Chuuya didn't really entrust many people with the task of cutting his hair and keeping it a constant length, but with one hell of a lot of convincing, he decided to let you try it.
Scenario !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
Walking down the hallway, you had a little more pep in your step than usual. Your boyfriend finally decided he trusted you enough with his hair to let you trim it. Whether you have experience with cutting hair or not didn't matter, you were determined to make this the best haircut Chuuya would get in his entire life.
You only did minimal preparation for this, and by minimal preparing you had some kitchen scissors, a comb, and a brush. As you turned the corner into your shared bedroom, you saw your red-headed boyfriend sitting on the edge of the bed, seemingly rethinking his decision. "Alright, Chuuya! I'm gonna give you the best trim of your life, trust me." You say, waving him into the bathroom to follow you. He does with a nervous sigh, standing next to you in the mirror.
"Alrigh, Chuuya. How much do you want off?" You ask, starting to brush out his un-even hair. "No more than half an inch doll, don't get me wrong, I love and trust you and all but.." he murmurs, staring at you through the mirror.
"Oh no, I get that, I would NEVER let you do this to me." You say, combing through his hair. "What?!" He says, a shocked look on his face. You laugh a bit before grabbing the scissors. "Im joking, don't worry." You reassure him, cutting off some hair on the back of his head. He hears the scissors cut a bit off and his eye twitches.
You continue snipping away, little clusters of his hair fall onto his shoulders and onto the floor. You could see his eyes following every chunk as it dropped, hitting the floor tiles after drifting from side to side for a couple moments. "Chuuya, it looks perfectly fine so far, don't worry." You proudly state, grabbing a hold of some of the longer hair, combing it out and cutting off a half inch of it as he asked. "I'm not too sure about that, but whatever you say, darlin'." He mumbles, his intense stare aimed at you. It wasn't aggressive or mean, but a bit anxious.
You continued, pulling at pieces of Chuuyas hair, one small section at a time, really putting your heart and soul into his trim. Once you had decided you were done, you stepped back and grabbed a smaller mirror, turning Chuuya around and handing it to him. "Here, look! It turned out very well, if I do say so myself." He thoroughly assessed it before nodding.
"Alright, you're right, it doesn't look nearly as bad as I thought it would." He says, ruffling it a bit before brushing it out and putting his hat on. "Oh, did you not have any faith in me at all?" You playfully scoff, your hands on your hips. He grins and shakes his head. "Don't you worry doll, I've got plenty of faith in you. My faith doesn't lie in your barber skills, though." He says, his gloved fingers guiding your chin closer to his face, his soft lips gently colliding with yours, making you smile. His thumb gently caresses your jawline.
When he pulls away, he doesn't go far. He murmurs a couple of soft words against your lips. "You did real good though, I must admit." He says, admiring his hair in the mirror, running his fingers through it.
"Im glad you like it." You say, observing his hair, too. "Maybe I should let ya do my hair more often." He looks over at you with a small grin. You laugh a little and nod. "Yeah, maybe you should."
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Deceiving - Im Nayeon
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Im Nayeon x f!reader
Nayeon loves you. Doesn’t she?
Angst
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“Y/N-” Nayeon’s voice got caught in her throat as you felt her clench around your fingers, her own strangled in your hair pushing you closer towards her core.
Her body trembled as she reached her high, letting low moans come out of her mouth, trying to recover her breath. You pressed your lips on her thigh as the grip she had on you became soft caresses and the kisses you left on her skin made its way up. 
She pulled you to her as she rode her orgasm out. Your ear pressed to her chest allowed you to follow her heart beat coming back to normal. 
You left a kiss on her naked skin before snuggling on her neck, the tip of your nose tickling her softly. 
“Stay the night?” you asked carefully, pulling away for a quick second to take a glimpse of her face.
She looked relaxed, complete, in love. Her eyes were filled with feelings she couldn’t put in words, but her expression turned sad immediately.
“Can’t, love” she answered, kissing your lips briefly, “we have to be at the studio before the first schedule of the day, so I probably won’t get any sleep tonight”.
You pouted, “sorry”.
She chuckled. “Sorry? You make me the happiest when we’re together, don’t be sorry”.
The statement brought a smile to your face. You loved the way she would alway reassure how much you meant to her.
Her hands roamed the skin on your back, her fingertips drew unrecognizable patterns that ended up meddling with your hair. She cupped your face so you could look at her.
Only her.
“Want me to drive you there?” 
Nayeon shook her head. “Just kiss me,” she demanded, bringing your face closer to taste you one last time before she had to go and carry out the responsibilities of a life she chose.
She took a quick shower and changed into fresh clothes while you took the time to prepare a small lunchbox for her.
It wasn’t anything fancy, you just couldn’t help but do everything to see her happy.
“What is this?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at the sight of the small bag on the kitchen counter. 
“Just a little something I put together so you stay hydrated and don’t get there on an empty stomach,” you answered, offering her a shy smile.
Nayeon pulled you towards her in a warm embrace, you breathed in the shampoo scent that lingered in her hair as you held her by her waist and your face hid in the crook of her neck. 
“I don’t deserve you,” she whispered in your ear as you immediately shook your head. She pulled apart and looked dearly in your eyes, “I love you,” she reassured one last time before kissing your lips.
A kiss that had to be stopped before making the both of you go back to the room and miss whatever meeting Nayeon had before dawn.
Before closing the door, she sent you a flying kiss and her eyes lingered on yours a little longer than usual. 
Maybe she didn’t want to go. Maybe she wanted to stay in your arms as much as you wanted to have her with you.
After she walked out the door, a feeling of emptiness surrounded your apartment. It got all quiet so fast. You already missed her laugh, her touch, the way she rolled her eyes at your antics. 
You knew her life was hectic but made the promise that you wouldn’t let that get in the way.
*
“I miss you :(”
You took a look at your phone and saw the screen getting bright as the notification popped out. 
“I miss you more,” you replied, “can I see you tonight?”
She saw your text immediately and replied with a picture of the girls in the practice room.
“We’re gonna be stuck here for a while :(”
You sighed, it had already been three days without seeing each other.
“Can I stay at your apartment then? We can just cuddle when you get home, doesn’t matter if it’s late I can wait”.
Your heart skipped a beat when shen sent you a selfie of her with her lips puckered up as if she was sending you a kiss.
“I love how your mind works!” she texted, “use your spare key to get in but be there after midnight because we’ll be here for a while”.
After texting her back, you made your way to the store and bought enough supplies to have dinner ready when she arrived. 
It was almost 10pm when you got there and started getting everything ready to cook when you heard the keys on the front door.
A huge smile appeared on your face knowing Nayeon made it earlier so you both could prepare something together.
But it surprised you to find out it wasn’t her.
“Y/N?” the black haired girl asked with a confused look, “what are you doing here?”
“I’m making food for Nayeon,” you replied, signaling the bags you had brought, “I was gonna wait for you both with dinner ready after your dance practice,” you added with a sheepish smile.
Momo tilted her head at the information. “Did Nayeon have practice today? I thought we were supposed to have the day off”.
It was your turn to look confused. 
“She said you were at the practice room and would be here after midnight… weren’t you with her today?”
Momo blinked repeatedly at your words.
“Oh,” she said diverting her eyes from yours, “she probably has some more solo stuff to do. That must be it”. 
The Japanese girl rushed to her room and came back with a small bag. 
“I’m staying at Jihyo’s,” she announced, not looking at you anymore. “I just came back to get this”.
Before you could even say goodbye, she had already left.
You frowned and took out your phone to check the picture Nayeon sent one more time.
Momo was there. Jihyo, too.
Why would Nayeon lie about where she was?
When she arrived, you decided to not say a thing. You didn’t want to overthink, maybe it all had a reasonable explanation, maybe she was working on something confidential. 
Nayeon showered you with kisses as soon as she saw you. 
“You look so cute with that apron,” she whispered against your neck while holding you from behind.
You tried to suppress a shy smile.
“And it smells amazing, I can’t wait to have a taste,” she continued, rocking you side by side with her, “I’m so lucky to have you”.
You left the spoon on the kitchen counter and took the chance to turn around to hold her face with your hands. 
“Aren’t you too tired from practice?” you asked cautiously, inspecting her features, trying to see a hint of anything in them.
She shook her head energetically. “You fill my energy up, my love”.
It brought a huge smile to your face. 
But the weird feeling in your stomach made your smile fade away slowly. 
Nayeon knew you well enough to be sure that something was wrong, yet she didn’t dare to ask.
She didn’t dare to know what was going through your mind.
*
“But I just arrived today!” Nayeon pouted at the news you just gave her.
She had been in America for almost three weeks. 
Three long weeks where she wouldn’t leave her phone for a second, taking pictures of everything so she could send them to you, calling you everyday before you went to bed to say goodnight and then immediately after you woke up to say good morning. 
She bought every single thing that reminded her of you and made sure to write down every shop she would take you to the first chance she gets to travel with you.
Being away from each other felt awful for Nayeon, so the first thing she did after arriving in Seoul was going directly to your apartment to tackle you into bed and cuddle you all night.
Your warmth made her feel safe and after that time away, she didn’t want to be apart ever again.
That’s until you delivered her the bad news.
“I know, baby,” you replied, kissing her pout away, “but the company needs me to go to Thailand for a couple of days to visit clients and I can’t say no”.
“How many days?” she asked, her pout never leaving her lips.
“Four,” she whined at your answer, “I have to be in more than one city,” you tried to reason.
Nayeon sulked and crossed her arms over her chest. She knew your job was important for you and getting to travel abroad was a huge opportunity for your career.
But she wanted to be with you.
“I promise four days pass by super quick and I’ll be here before you can even notice I left”.
She glared at you, grabbing your collar and pulling you towards her. “Should we spend our time wisely then?”
Her smirk grew wider when your hands made their way under her shirt. 
“Please”.
*
Two days after your trip the deal had already been closed. Your boss called to congratulate you and tell you to come back if you wanted because the client was convinced with only two meetings with you.
You were offered to stay the arranged time to sightsee the city and rest at the hotel as a way to reward you for a job well done, but you declined the offer. Your girlfriend was waiting for you back at home and you rather spent those days with her than alone in another country.
Two days before the agreed date you were already at your apartment. You took a shower, put on nice clothes and made your way to Nayeon’s apartment. You made a stop midway to get flowers for her since you knew how much she loved receiving them. 
You used your spare key to open the door as quietly as you could, but what was in front of you made your eyes go wide: clothes scattered messily on the floor, making their way towards the rooms down the hall. 
The first thought that crossed your mind was Momo is seeing somebody?
You wanted to chuckle at the randomness of the situation and decided it was best if you just left the apartment and came back later. Maybe calling Nayeon instead of trying to surprise her would be a good idea. 
You took a few steps back as quietly as you could until you heard groans coming from the first bedroom.
It made you frown.
Why did it sound so familiar?
You knew you had to leave but for a reason your feet were glued to the floor.
“F-fuck, yes,” the same voice growled loud.
A lump formed at your throat when you recognized the voice.
“Please, please” the voice begged once again.
This time your feet walked instinctively towards the room where it was coming from. The door was almost closed but the space was enough to let you see the inside.
And what you saw broke your heart into a million pieces.
Your girlfriend.
Laying on her back with her eyes closed. 
And her hands on the head of a girl between her legs.
You saw her bite her lower lip hard as her chest displayed how out of breath she was.
What the hell was happening?
“Nayeon?” you whispered, finally getting her attention on you.
The flowers slipped through your fingers as her eyes widened when she saw you standing outside her bedroom. 
She jumped out of the bed and wrapped her body with a blanket frantically.
“Y/N!!” she screamed, the girl she was with covered herself with a shirt she had at hand.
And that was when you recognized her.
“Jeongyeon?” you asked in disbelief as you saw her curse under her breath.
You walked towards the main door, fast. You didn’t want to be there, you wanted all of that to be the worst nightmare you could ever have. You wanted to go back to your apartment, fall asleep and wake up with your girlfriend as if nothing happened.
But the voice of Nayeon screaming your name, words almost unintelligible due to the sobs she was trying to hold back brought you back to reality.
“Y/N, please wait!” she sobbed, finally reaching you before you could leave her apartment.
Before you could walk out of her life.
You stopped, but felt like nothing she could say could mend what she just did.
“Please don’t go,” she begged, hugging you tightly, “please let me explain”.
You scoffed. “Explain then”.
She looked at you with fear in her eyes. She knew there was nothing left for her to do. She didn’t even have words to continue what she was saying.
“Just let her go,” Jeongyeon said from the bedroom door.
Nayeon closed her eyes at the sound of her voice. 
“Jeongyeon, please not now”.
“Not now?” the other girl asked, almost screaming, “just tell her you’re gonna end things anyway, Nayeon. We’ve been doing this for almost three months now”.
You felt as if you couldn’t feel more pain, but you were wrong. The last statement made you feel almost numb.
Nayeon looked at you and shook her head. “Don’t believe her,” she whispered.
“Are you serious?!” the other girl scoffed. “You’ve been telling me you’re going to break up with her all of this time. Now you’re backing off?!”
The tears fell even harder from Nayeon’s eyes. She sobbed into your arm, trying to shake off everything that was happening at the moment.
“You never loved me,” you whispered, feeling dizzy after all the pain that you were going through.
Nayeon cried even harder at your words. “Please, don’t go…”
“All those times you were practicing until past midnight,” you said through gritted teeth, “all those times you had to be out of the city,” you continued, “you were with her?”
Your voice was calmed, almost as if you had cried all your tears and there were no more left. The pain had already numbed you and it felt as if there were no strength in your body.
“Please,” she begged one last time, before you made your way out the door. 
Out of the apartment and out of her life.
You didn’t want to look back ever again.
But not even you knew if you were strong enough.
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I COULDN'T FINISH IT, SO THE REST OF THE DIALOGUE IS BELOW. IM SORRY I'M LAZY Thinking because like- Legend spent an entire adventure in Hytopia (Literally a fashion based kingdom) so he'd probably have the best fashion sense out of any of the Links.
Didn't want to ruin Wild's beautiful face so I proceeded to made his hand see-thru.
Mind my Print/Cursive handwriting...
Dialogue:
Twi: "Why am I the one who has the wear the disguise?" Wild: "Because you look the least suspicious!" Twi: "I don't really understand- This doesn't fit me at all. There's no way-" Wild: "Twilight! Trust me, you're perfect for this!" Twi: "If you say so…" *After some modifications* Wild: 'Okay done!' Wild: "Perfect! Straight eye catching." "You'll fit right in!" Twi: "You're sure?" Wild: "Definitely." Legend: "Something's missing." Wild: "Oh? Like what?" *Pause, Wind enters* Wind: "How about this?" Legend: "Where'd you find that?" Wind: "Four found it; said it was a midnight rose." Legend: "I like it." *he smirks* Legend: "Wild, give me a pin." Wild: 'Kay.' Legend: Alright, looks good." *Boys enter room to the rest of the Chain* Wars: "Ooohh, someone's ready for the ball tonight." Twi: Is dying inside. *scoffs* No, I don't apologize for not sticking to the 'Warriors being the one to be picky about appearance.' Yall can fight me all you want, Legend would be the man for that. Bro spent time being ridiculed and pestered about a fashion sense for too long not to learn something. Warriors outfit and scarf was gifted to him. Bitch just looks pretty, he totally owns it too, I'll say that. He can be the one who messed with Twi's hair. :] Was originally a fic idea, but like, then I drew Twilight- It then turned into a comic.... -Which still counts as fanfiction technically- Meanwhile, if this gives you any ideas, please share them with me. Also, whoever you are. This made me choke when I read it.
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Stuck with you
Part two🎀🫶
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Part two of my Charlie Babbitt story🌝 I loved writing this part ngl I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers and forced proximity tropes😭 spoiler alert: there’s a one bed trope so prepare yourself for some hot arguing yet again🫵🎀
~Part two~
Charlie rushed towards the elevator, the whole time mumbling to himself whilst I rolled my eyes. I was still only wearing a towel but I was too annoyed to care as I joined Charlie and he pushed the button. Part of me still wondered if he was playing some elaborate joke but he seemed more pissed off than me - pacing the tiny area and cursing loudly.
“That’s not helping anybody.”
He threw his hands up, “What is with you constantly picking at everything I do?!”
Part of me found it entertaining but I was never going to admit that. A crease drew between my brow as the elevator pinged and the doors slowly parted. Charlie practically sprinted to the front desk and I awkwardly followed behind him.
“There seems to be a problem with our rooms,” Charlie cut in with a furrowed brow, “We were both placed in room 101?”
The old man behind the counter looked down at me in my towel and I shifted behind Charlie with narrowed eyes, “One of us will need another room.”
He cleared his throat, “I’m sorry but this hotel is fully booked. You were probably placed in the same room so that there was enough for every person on the plane.”
Charlie’s eyes widened, “There’s got to be one other room! Me and Ray will take anything, well…actually no, she should leave!”
“Me?!” My voice rose to match his level and I didn’t fail to notice the heads swinging our way, “It was mine first!”
“But there’s one of you, and two of us.”
“Excuse me,” the old man interrupted with a thin smile, “Due to the airlines emergency, there are simply no other rooms available. You’ll have to share or find another hotel.”
My heart thundered as Charlie leaned forward, “How far is the next hotel?”
“An hour away,” he stated simply.
“An hour,” Charlie scoffed, “It’s nearly midnight and my brother is already sleep. We can’t travel an hour in the car, a tired Ray will drive me insane.”
He looked at me expectantly and I frowned, “I don’t have a car either. I’m not going anywhere until tomorrow.”
“Well that’s just so amazingly helpful you see, as me and Ray are already leaving tomorrow as well!” I stepped back as he yelled, “You’re not solving anything!”
“It’s one fucking night,” I snapped and the old man paled, “Pull yourself together. We’ll sleep in separate rooms and after tomorrow you’ll never see me again. Okay?”
Charlie folded his lips together in a tight line, “Fine.” He glared at the man, “Thanks for your help I guess.”
Did he have to be rude to every other human being he came across? We trudged back into the elevator and stood in uncomfortable silence.
“Your towel isn’t on properly,” the corner of his lip lifted as the elevator doors pinged open.
“It’s-“ I looked back at the mirror and gasped at the sight of my entire back on display.
My
entire
back side.
Hastily I wrapped the towel around myself though it wasn’t going to do anything now. Shoving past Charlie, I rushed into our room and headed for the second bedroom, “Fuck you Charlie! Could you not have said anything before now?!”
He shrugged lamely from the other side of the door, “Didn’t notice till then.”
“You dick!” I quickly got changed and stormed back out, “What is your problem?”
“My problem? My problem is that there’s one fucking bed which means you’re going to get a comfortable sleep whereas im going to lie on the stiff couch and have a sleepless night!” He blew it in a quick breath, “The whole world doesn’t revolve around you.”
“Stop thunking everyone is out to get you Babbitt, your complaining is going to drive me fucking insane,” I slumped down onto the bed, “Go to sleep on the couch. You seem like you need it.”
He mumbled something to himself as he flopped down onto the couch and punched his pillow. He was so aggressive all the time would it kill him to relax? He ran a hand through his unkept dark hair and turned off the lamplight.
“Me and Ray are up and out of here by 7am.”
“Fantastic,” I groaned and turned over. Part of me hated Charlie but the other half hated myself for still being attracted to him even after everything. There was no denying that he was good looking and don’t get me wrong, his personality was shit but his appearance almost balanced him out.
Did that make me a bad person?
After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Charlie quietly mumbled, “Are you still awake?”
“Yeah,” I huffed and rubbed at my eyes, “I can’t sleep.”
“I thought you said you were exhausted?”
“I thought you said you didn’t want a sleepless night?”
“Touché,” he yawned, “I’ve just got too much on my mind.”
My pulse raced as I stared up at the ceiling. I truly didn’t know anything about Charlie except that he argued in public places. He had to have some good traits though I mean - he was looking after his brother and clearly cared for him in some weird way. No true dickhead would care for someone like that.
“Do you wanna play a game?” I asked quietly. Charlie was clearly stressed out about being late for LA and I hadn’t exactly made things easier for him. Maybe if we both relaxed we’d see that we were more alike than we realised and he wasn’t too bad.
Maybe.
“Sure,” he replied in uncertainty, “What did you have in mind?”
I thought about it for a moment, “Truth or dare?”
“That’s what you have in mind?”
“I haven’t got any other ideas! Plus it’ll help me get to know you better.”
There was a long moment of silence before he murmured, “Truth.”
I propped myself up with my elbow, “Do you…have any weird fantasies?”
Charlie choked on a chuckle and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his surprise. I could hear the smile in his voice as he replied,
“Of course you want to know about my sex fantasies.”
“I never mentioned sex!”
“What other fantasies are there?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed, “Romantic ones? Like carrying a lady off into the sunset or something?”
“Yeah no,” he cut in, “And even if I did have a sex fantasy id never tell you.”
“I’ll find out one way or another,” I smiled in the darkness though he couldn’t see me, “Truth or dare?”
“No it’s my turn to ask you. Now truth or dare.”
I rolled my eyes and he murmured, “If you keep doing that they’re going to get stuck facing your brain.”
I sat up, “How can you see me?”
“I can’t but I know you well.”
“After one day?”
“You’re surprisingly easy to read.”
Yeah right. Charlie knew nothing about me except what I’d allowed him to see.
“I pick truth.”
“Alright then…okay um what kind of man do you find attractive? You can be honest, it’s fine, I’m just curious,” he drew in a long breath.
“I’m not telling you, it’s private like your sex fantasies,” I quipped.
“Oh come on, just give me something.”
I sighed reluctantly at his pleas, “Fine…I Like my men with green or brown eyes, nice arms, a nice back-“
“Nice back?!” He exclaimed.
“Yes, I’d like him to have a nice back,” I explained, “What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s weird, why would their back matter-“
“I’m not getting into details with you.”
“Well then do another truth because your answer was awful.”
I scoffed, “You’re really sucking the fun out of this game, you know that?”
“Truth,” he ignored me, “What was the first thing you noticed about me at the airport?”
“You mean besides from your loud opinion and obnoxious look and unhelpful attitude-“
“Answer the question like a normal person,” he huffed quietly and feigned another yawn.
“Okay…,” I thought back to when I’d turned around at the airport to see Charlie behind me, “Your brow was furrowed and your eyes…your eyes were glaring at Ray and they were bright green. And with the sunlight slanting through the open window, they had specks of gold in them.”
He paused for a long moment and I worried if I’d said too much, “The first thing I noticed was your skin.”
My eyes widened, “My skin?!”
“It’s a nice shade of brown,” he defended, “Well I have to admit it was your body. You have a wonderful figure but then you started talking and ruined the whole package.”
He barely dodged the pillow I threw at him from across the room, “As if you’d ever get my package.”
“We’ll see about that,” he chuckled quietly, “I also liked your lips. They’re perfect hearts and a perfect natural shade.”
My heart pounded so loudly I wondered if he heard it, “Really?”
“I just don’t like the shit that comes out of them.”
I had no more pillows to throw at him and he knew it.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he mumbled quietly.
“At which part?”
“All of it,” he admitted and for a moment he actually sounded guilty, “I’ve just been having a really crappy week and Ray makes things so difficult…it doesn’t excuse me getting mad at you though.”
The corner of my lip lifted, “I’m sorry for yelling as well. I was just worried for Ray.”
“I don’t blame you, I’m a shitty brother.”
“No shitty brother would care for Ray as much as you do,” my voice softened, “You love him, I’ve seen it.”
“I don’t know about that, I barely know the guy.”
I sat up, “What?”
“It’s…it’s complicated. Raymond inherited millions of dollars from our father and I was completely cut out of the picture so…”
“So…?”
“So we’re travelling to LA so I can get custody over him.”
“That’s…” my first thought was to say sweet but a sudden thought raced through my mind, “You only want custody so you can control the money. Don’t you?”
I took his silence as an answer. Anger simmered within me as I glanced at Raymond’s shut bedroom door, did he even know he was being dragged all the way to LA just to lose all his money? Did he even understand the concept of money?
“I don’t expect you to understand,” he shrugged, “Ray won’t know how to use all that money, I mean- he doesn’t even know what money is! I plan to use some of it for my business, and I know this isn’t morally right but…it’s what I need right now. I need this more than Ray.”
“But why would your father leave you with nothing?” I questioned, trying to understand the whole situation. To be honest, I sympathised with Charlie for being left with nothing whilst his brother inherited millions it- it wasn’t fair at all, his father sounded like a dick. But to travel so far just to gain custody…I understood why he was doing it but I’d never be able to go through with it myself.
“Again it’s…complicated,” he sighed, “We never had the best relationship.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” and I really was. Charlie wasn’t as bad as I’d originally thought and he didn’t deserve such a tough time.
“It’s not your fault,” he gave me a small smile, “I really am sorry for being so hard on you.”
“I get it, I wasn’t exactly the sweetest either,” i laughed quietly, “So you’re heading to LA in a car?”
“Yep, gonna be the hardest three days of my life,” he chuckled humourlessly, “What about you? Why are you going to LA?”
“It’s my sisters wedding,” I clapped my hands together excitedly, “ive never actually met the husband to be, because we live so far but she says he’s wonderful.”
“ ive never been to a wedding,” he paused for a few seconds, “How are you going to get there?”
Embarrassment flared at my cheeks though he couldn’t see me in the dark room, “By car, just like you.”
“You have a car?”
“No, not at all but I’ll find one.”
“You’ll find a car by tomorrow?”
“What, is it hard?”
“For someone like you probably not,” he flashed a smile, “But it might take a while. I would offer you a ride with us to LA, but I think Ray might actually drive you insane.”
“I could never burden you like that,” I shook my head, “and for the record, Ray wouldn’t drive me insane, but it’d be entertaining to see you slowly go crazy in the span of three days.”
“Oh I don’t know about that, Ray can make anybody crazy.”
I stifled my laughter and glanced at Ray’s door, “I…I could pay you. To take me to LA.”
“You don’t-“
“I can’t just take the free ride when we started out so badly,” I argued, “It’s the least I could do. I’ll pay you £300.”
“£300?!” His voice rose.
“£100 everyday isn’t enough?”
“It’s more than enough,” he stilled to think about it for a long moment, “And I could use the money.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“I’m not sure about it though, I really don’t mind driving you for free.”
“With Ray in the back seat and us arguing, you’re going to need the money. Trust me,” I smiled, “You’ll mind when we get on the road.”
“You know me well.”
“We’re just getting along right now, but I’m sure tomorow will be a different story.”
“I hope not, I like you a lot more when you’re not screaming for me to shut my mouth and locking me out of the bathroom.”
I rolled my eyes, “And I like you a lot more when you’re not causing a scene in crowded areas and letting me embarrass myself half naked.”
He choked on his laughter, “Sorry about that one.”
“Total dick Move.”
“Well we’re officially starting a new chapter,” he shuffled towards the end of my bed and outstretched his hand, “I’m Charlie Babbitt.”
“Such a pleasure to meet you,” I shook his hand firmly and felt sparks shooting up my arm at his touch, “Now I dare you to go to sleep.”
A smile touched his lips as he settled back onto the couch. Closing my eyes, I pulled the covers back over my body and tried to fall asleep, though it was hard to when Charlie was so close.
And snoring loud enough to wake up the whole hotel.
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YOU KNOW WHAT IN ORDER TO COPE WITH THE, FRANKLY, INSANE AMOUNT OF MEDIA CONSUMPTION I HAVE DONE TODAY, HERE I AM IN ALL MY GLORY – MAJOR MIDNIGHT SPOILERS AHEAD.
Having now read both chapters I am going to draw some strings because the PARALLELS BETWEEN GRIAN AT THE START OF CH 8, WHEN HE’S WAKING UP FROM HAVING FALLEN BELOW THE ALLEY, TO GRIAN DYING AND SEEING THE WATCHER-GOD ATTACHED TO HIS SOUL IM GOING TO GO INSANE??????????/ AM I GOING INSANE???????? I MIGHT ALREADY BE THERE. JOURNEY’S END BABY, IM REALLY PASSIONATE ABOUT LITERARY ANALYSIS NOW. But the fact that the Watcher is telling him it isn’t time for him to Awaken yet, and then to see him Awaken in the next chapter, and the fact that Grian has been back and back and back to that place but he’s never Awakened yet AUGH. I wonder if Scar Knows how close Grian came to potentially awakening when they first fell bc. I am going insane thinking about it. The fact that he Awakened through dying – was he actually almost dead and the Watcher-God put him back because it wasn’t his time and he doesn’t even realize because being put back returned some semblance of ‘not being dead’ to his personhood im.
And then the whole thing with Scott and Jimmy??? Okay listen. Listen. I have not a fucking CLUE how to tie them in yet unless Jimmy is a sign that the pantheon has had time to move on and then he became a watcher or something im. W H A T is going on with Scot though I have no fucking clue. No ideas. Surely they aren’t the god Grian just absorbed bc I take it they couldn’t live independently but w h a t.
AND THEN THE FUCKING PARALLELS BETWEEN HOW SCAR IS AND HOW MUMBO IS OH MY GOD. They’re both kneeling over him, they both think he’s fucking gone [Which. I think he was both times, tbh.] Clearly he wasn’t as Dead as he was later on because Scar isn’t nearly as torn up as Mumbo was and Scar strikes me as a man who would fucking Tear The Fuck Up. So. He was a Little Less Dead. 70% dead, is my guess. How Scar and Mumbo have both lost people, they both know the grief of losing someone, they both know the grief of seeing someone die in horrible ways, they they both thought they lost Grian in the same way I am chewing on my hair. THE PARALLELS. THE WAY REDSCAPE IS A REFLECTION OF EACH OTHER HOW AM I MEANT TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM IM.
Scar’s staff nooooooooooooooo I love his staff how could you do this to me. Augh.
Also the entire lore with the Watchers bringing the Avians underground to escape enslavement is FASCINATING especially given how Scar keeping pointing out that they went up from the tunnels not down, especially with how that mixes in with the fact that the Ancient City Icaria is Down im. Feeling normal. Feeling incredibly normal. The fact that its so bed even Grian knows not to go Down as shown with his conversation with Mumbo and Tubbo [which uh. You know. Frankly. Its probably a good thing they did hear down, tbh] and if our theory about Grian being Old are true then something happened likely right after the Watchers brought the Avians underground. UNLESS! UNLESS THAT ENTIRE STORY IS A LIE!
Stay with me chat bc I know Atherix isn’t gonna fucking answer this but – hear me out, what if the Avians are the Ancients from the Ancient City of Icaria and the Watchers drew them out in an attempt to stop the apocalypse by trapping the warden because Grian ALSO knows they shouldn’t bring the Sculk up which is seen in the next chapter. I am. Hmmm. Rotating.
Scar’s core continues to drive me nuts oh god this man really thought he was going to die the entire time and was okay with it as long as he got his family to safety even before they reached the ancient city I am feeling things I am going insane. HES COLD???? HES COLD AND HE DOESN’T HAVE HIS STAFF AND IM GOING INSANE
God and the fact that Grian is so sorry for getting them into this mess even though he deserves answers that he still didn’t really get and the fact that Scar and Mumbo reassure him throughout the entire fucking ordeal that there’s no way he could have known only for him to Know about the sculk, to Know they shouldn’t go down, and I wonder how much of what Grian didn’t know was simply repressed by his flight out of the Midnight alley.
I love the description of Mimic magic btw.
And then the whole Magic construct talk??? The wood giving way like glass??? Excuse me what is going on in the Alley my fucking brain is COMPLETELY blank on ideas holy shit.
AND THEN!!! THEN!!! THE SCULKY WATER??? THE WAY IT HURTS SCAR AND MAKES HIM REACT???????/ AND THE FACT THAT IT JUST CAUSES THEM TO BLINDLY FLY INTO THE ANCIENT CITY AND TRIGGER THE WARDEN I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!! AH!!!! EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT WAS ONE GIANT SCARIAN DISASTER!!!!
And then the WARDEN! The way this parallel’s Double Life makes me want to chew on my bones. The fact that Grian is the one that triggers the Warden. The fact that Scar cant do anything because its magic is counteracting with his own. The fact that the warden kills Grian to awaken his godhood. I am. ROTATING AT LIGHT SPEED, ATHERIX.
AND THEN THE NEXT CHAPTER. THE OPENING FIGHT WITH THE WARDEN. ‘They try to fight the warden’ YEAH. YEAH. TRY. MY GOD. MY GOD. You know its bad when you’re giving them multiple curse words a chapter tbh.
ALSO GRIAN MCCRAFT ‘They’re not supposed to be real’ THE WAY HIS KNOWLEDGE MIXES WITH MYTHOS I AM GIVING MORE AND MORE CREDENCE TO THE GRIAN IS OLD THEORY I AM. ROTATING. SPEED OF SOUND.
And the way he does the enchanted book is SO cool. Scar running off on his own to lure the warden ISNT but my god the way you made the enchantment work logically for him while all this is going on. The worldbuilding here is incredible.
WHAT IS GOING ON W THE TIME STUFF HERE. GRIAN THINKS ITS BEEN 5 YEARS. GRIAN KNOWS THE ENCHANTING BOOK IS THIRTY THOUSAND YEARS OLD. SCAR CLEARLY KNOWS SOMETHING FUNKY IS GOING ON TIME WISE. WHAT IS GOING ON
God I love Scar. He’s got his own brand of Chaos gremlin and by god he’s gonna use it [ignore the fact that he absolutely figured he was going to die anyway so he fucking decided to use it as his one shot to keep Grian safe only for Grian to die HORRIFICALLY in front of all of them my god.]
The way Grian can’t hear Scar as he uses his god powers for the first time but clearly has no fucking clue what hes doing and running on instinct and not properly awakened anyway my GOD could you imagine being Scar, standing there, Grian suddenly between you and a harbinger of the apocalypse, shooting it to protect you when you were sacrificing yourself to save him and then he fucking dies in front of you trying to protect you and you watch as he skull cracks open and dgdnklxhdgsf HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL????????
‘What a sad way to die’ not to get existential but I hope I still have thought after I die because. Idk. The scariest thing about death to me is the ceasing of my entire being. AND GOD THE WAY GRIAN HAS TIME TO JUST. RUMINATE. ON HIS OWN DEATH. ABOUT HIS FAMILY. ABOUT HOW THEY’RE GOING TO DIE AND HE CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP IT. AUGH. And and and the WAY this parallels the scene from the last chapter where he was sort of dead but not really im. IM!!! In that ‘death’, grian was silent. Grian couldn’t feel. There was nothing. And here he can cry out, he can feel his soul and the way he can burn.
And then the Watcher and the fact that Grian cant really take it in and you have to wonder right if it feels anything about Grian killing it – WHICH FOR THE RECORD I don’t think that’s how grian got a watcher soul, I think he’s been a watcher secretly the entire time – or how it feels ABOUT grian being attached to it. If it sees him as a vessel or something more. As the other side of it’s own coin of existence. ‘every shadow and light needs its sun’ and the parallels here with the fae realm’s two suns and moons and scar and mumbo’s magic and his own existence in the midnight alley and then outside and THE LULLABY!!!! AHHHH. AND THE AGONY OF THE TRANSFORMATION BECAUSE ALL TRANSFORMATION IS A PAINFUL THING BUT SOMETIMES WE’RE READY FOR IT AND SOMETIMES WE ARENT AND GRIAN IS FINALLY READY FOR HIS AND asdkfslhfgf as you can see I am feeling normal on this evening.
AND THEN HE FINDS HIS BODY AND HIS FAMILY AND HE SEES MUMBO JUMBO, A VAMPIRE CRADLING HIS SECOND DEAD LOVER’S BLOODIED BODY IM SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS??????? Mumbo sitting there begging and begging and begging for grian to wake up, knowing he never will, the fight in him only not gone because Scar and Tubbo are still in danger. Scar, who’s only will to keep living is that mumbo and tubbo are in danger, no longer carrying about how reckless he’s being, facing down this harbinger of death and destruction who just took his soulmate and ripped him from his arms.
THE FACT THAT THERES A SECOND FUCKING WARDEN BECAUSE THEY’VE MADE SO MUCH NOISE
Mumbo who has lost all self preservation instinct because he cant bury another lover and yet he has to and he cant even get Grian’s body out of the ancient city because theres a warden and they’re all going to die and suddenly Grian is LOOKING at him and gasping and breathing and alive and covered in blood and he kisses Mumbo just to confirm that yes, YES, what you’re seeing is real he’s really alive and then he makes Mumbo LET GO OF HIM because his transformation is still ongoing, still painful, and he cant bear to hurt Mumbo with Holy Power he knows is going to rip out of his body at any second and hes holding it back because itll hurt mumbo and then Mumbo leaves and Grian is just in AGONY ALONE AFTER COMING BACK TO LIFE I AM LIVID HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!!
Dear readers, for the record, ATHERIX DROPPED THIS AND DIDN’T EVEN TELL ME IT WAS LIVE. SHE WAITED FOR MY FUCKING AO3 EMAIL TO CATCH UP LIKE 15/30 MINUTES LATER????????????? EXCUSE ME
Also the fact that they kissed while there was blood on grians lips and mumbo is a vampire is not lost on me and if this wasn’t such a serious scene I would be making wink wonk jokes
GOD THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE THE TRANSFORMATION IS BEAUTIFUL. HOW GRIANS BODY REFORMS ITSELF TO ENCAPSULATE THIS NEW SOUL THAT HAS CORRECTED ITSELF AND MADE HIM WHO HE IS NOW, BROUGHT HIM BACK  TO PROTECT HIS MATES I AM FEELING SO FUCKING NORMAL RIGHT NOW. DOES ANYONE ELSE FEEL NORMAL ITS SO DARK INSIDE THIS ROOM
He told them to go and of course they don’t, but they send tubbo away and just. DKFASDF THE FACT THAT THEY STAYS EVEN THOUGH THE WARDENS ARE THERE AND WAITING, BECAUSE THEY KNEW IF THEY DIDN’T GRIAN WOULD TRY TO KILL THE WARDENS FOR HURTING THEM AND LIKELY DIE AGAIN OR SOME SHIT IM SO.
Im so happy they stuck around to pull grian back but also imagine being mumbo and scar and your boyfriend just Ascended to Godhood and you’re having to talk him down from fighting TWO harbingers of the Apocalypse after he just woke up from BEING DEAD when all of them are a fucking W R E C K im. God they such a MESSY polycule god bless em, the braincell is triangulating.
Also imagine being mumbo and shadowwalking a god to safety the fucking EGO BOOST????????/ I WOULD NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT TO BE HONEST
“oh thank the gods” tubbo you have no idea.
And then all the stuff where Grian clearly both Knows and Does Not Know things simultaneously I am staring. I am vibrating in my seat.
They way you describe his wings as liquefying back to normal is SO cool I really love that description this is incredible.
W H A T IS GOING ON W MR GOODTIMES ‘I don’t think they found that place grian’’that’s just what time does’ SIR I AM SHAKING YOU. AND HIS DEAD TIRED BANTER W MUMBO.
THE CUDDLE PILE IS WELL DESERVED AND FRANKLY I AM BURYING MYSELF IN MY STUFFED ANIMALS TONIGHT HOW DO YOU DO THIS SO CONSISTENTLY OH MY GOD I AM GNAWS ON MY CAGE BARS. Lol this is 2.2k
WELCOME WELCOME GLORY BE I LOVE TO SEE IT <3
Long post and SPOILERS everyone <3 (There will also be some Depictions of Injury in here so)
I love parallels. I also love bookends and rhyming history <3 Even in the cruelest of ways hehe I LOVE WHEN YOU ANALYSE MY LITERATURE HEHEHE sometimes you get something very right and all I can do is :) It's wonderful hehe- Mmmm all about the context innit. The context? I mean well. You know. All the reasons Why™ <3 Hehe all things I cannot answer on a public platform <3 Hmhmhmmm seems a bit like a Cycle™ perhaps...... you know. :) Time and time again....
These are things that I cannot reveal at all! Because they'll be revealed next chapter :D But look, Jimmy and Scott are my beloveds and I am holding them very gently, especially Jimmy. But you know- Scar told Grian early on that Boatem attracts a lot of magic types... :)
YEAH I'LL GO FERAL OVER IT I love parallels. Twice now Grian has woken up to one of his lovers crying over him because they thought he was dead. [Which at least one of those times I can say with finality he absolutely was :) ] Scar was crying when he thought Grian was dead but lemme tell ya, there is a difference between finding your boyfriend bruised up from a fall and finding your boyfriend with his head cracked open against the stone. Both absolutely terrible mind you but Scar can at least convince himself that Grian was just unconscious, Mumbo (who I will take this time to remind people studied medicine in one of his lives and was a doctor during the Mycelia War) 1000% KNEW Grian was dead even while begging him to wake up hehehehehjfhjhjgfdhjgfdk YOU CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I AM. SO. NOT NORMAL I WILL NOT EVEN CLAIM TO BE NORMAL HHJFSDJH
I'm sure Scar losing his staff won't have absolutely terrible ramifications in the future. You know, with his staff being charged with a hell of a lot of his excess magic and all. :)
Hehehehe. I have been WAITING for someone to point how the direction of the tunnels. A bit suspicious, isn't it... that the tunnels Grian's ancestors used to come to the Alley... lead directly to Icaria. Also strange, isn't it... that these "secret tunnels" his ancestors escaped to the Alley through... are connected to giant-ass bridges supported by Ancient Pillars... doesn't feel very "secret" to me, hm, I mean if you were trying to escape your oppressors I don't think you'd mark your tunnels with giant bridges and make them super accessible huh.... huh... Mmmm well who knows :) It could all be a lie. Everything could all be a lie. Hmmmmm-
Yep, you're right, I'm not answering any of that :)
Oh yeah, the moment Scar realizes his Core is short-circuiting he thinks he's absolutely dead lmaoo all that mattered to him was his family is safe I am so. SOFT for him I am-
... Grian will get answers in the next chapter. Just not the answers he was looking for :) Hehehe God, Scar and Mumbo reassuring him that he deserves these answers and no one could have known about this- I am so SOFT for them I just. I love them so much. But Grian definitely knows more than he realizes. I just. He is going to need so many hugs, lemme tell ya.
I created them and Mimics fascinate me. I wish to study them in a jar, and then I remember- I created them. They are already in a jar for me.
:) Hehe. You know, there's a lot of things 'like glass' in this story. Interesting. Wonder what they all have in common huh.
The fact that there is Sculk in the water and it forces Scar's magic to react and waste a lot of his magic, BUT ALSO KNOWING that if he hadn't landed in the water he just would'a fuckin died- mmm double edged swords are so fun haha <3 Also I absolutely think Sculk should be able to taint water just saying. So I have made it happen here. AND YEAH BLINDLY RUNNING INTO THE CITY. So a scary thought for you- the Warden could have easily emerged into the tunnel they were walking through, Grian could even hear it moving around them (bc I like to think the Warden waits beneath the surface and moves through the earth drawn to the shriekers hehe). If there had been a shrieker in the tunnel with enough Sculk around it, they could have ended up in a narrow tunnel with a Warden. BUT INSTEAD THEY CLIMB UP A TUNNEL-SHAFT INTO A WIDE OPEN CAVERN WITHOUT EVEN CHECKING WHAT MIGHT BE IN THE CAVERN. Mind you they would have still gone in because the cavern was notably Warden-free when they first climbed on in BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT. Let me tell you this polycule has one braincell between them and their son has taken possession of it. Like a kid sneaking a quarter outta their parent's wallet hjfdsjkfd
ONCE MORE I LOVE A GOOD PARALLEL AND/OR REFERENCE. How could I resist the tragedy, the drama. Also the guilt later on. Also yes Scar felt SO HELPLESS this chapter- he's spent his entire life relying on magic, and here he is without it- and everything that can go wrong? Does. Like, "this mythological harbinger of death that was in my childhood lullaby that I sang to my own son is real AND IS ABOUT TO KILL US" wrong. AND YEAH. YEAH. I mean, how else does one safely become a god? When you die you remove the soul from the body... so during the merge, there's no body to risk tearing apart too soon :) And now, Scar- now you know why people die when they become gods. It's basically a requirement HJFSJKFSK
TRY being the major keyword there haha <3 AND YEAH. I don't care who you are- I don't give a damn who you are or how much you avoid cursing- faced down with the literal harbinger of the apocalypse that is believed to have felled TWO OF YOUR ANCESTRAL SOCIETIES, who have ENDED THE WORLD and forced generations of survivors to rebuild ONLY TO END IT AGAIN- yeah you're saying "fuck."
:) :) :)
YESSS I have always wondered how, realistically, an enchanted book would work. Lowkey weird you use an anvil for it, you'd think it'd be something a little more fantasy like the table itself is, but that's fine. I'm glad to see people enjoy how I have the enchanted books work hehehe <3 AND THANKS FOR THE WORLDBUILDING COMPLIMENT AAAAA I LOVE WORLD BUILDING <3 Scar running off to face a Warden. Not his brightest move but, honestly, if it gives Grian time to find a way to protect Mumbo and Tubbo.... yeah <3
Thirty thousand years huh :) Scar was a little taken aback by that number :) Hehehe WE WILL FIND OUT NEXT CHAPTER. FINALLY. <3
Scar is a chaos gremlin. We love him for it. He causes problems on purpose. In this case though- uh, yeah. LMAO. Grian and Scar desperately trying to protect and save each other. On the bright side- Scar (and Mumbo and Tubbo) didn't actually see Grian die? :) Though I'm sure they heard it when his body slammed to the ground and his skull cracked but ya know-
Oh gods yeah Grian was running on instinct adrenaline and anger, he would not have come out of this very well if Mumbo and Scar hadn't stayed to wait for him. (I say this as if Grian didn't LITERALLY FUCKING DIE but. Ya know. he got better so) YOU CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS. Add to the fact that not only was Scar basically sacrificing himself to give Grian a chance to get away, SCAR ALREADY THINKS HE'S DEAD ANYWAY. Like Scar feels his magic sputtering and wasting itself because he can't regulate what it responds to right now and it's not regenerating, this man thinks he's gonna die any second now. He thinks Grian died trying to save a man who's basically already dead HJFJKSJKS-
My biggest fear about death is everyone around me and the space I'll leave behind which I have projected onto Scar ofc. So <3 I understand hjfdjkkfjd YEAH. YEAHHH GOD just wallow in his guilt. HIS FEAR- his family in danger, dying because of him... just jfhjdkjf. AND YESSS the parallel, I love parallel. I wonder what it means huh, that the first time he couldn't feel while the second time all he could do was cry-
I can comment nothing on the Watcher-soul or what it's thinking or feeling or if it even really feels anything at all :) Look. I was very delighted when I wrote that "Every shadow and every light needs its sun" I am a poetic bitch and also day and night, sun and moon, light and shadow are heavy themes that I have peppered throughout the story so. So yes. Also the irony of "grian" meaning sun, so uh yeah- YEAAHHHHH I didn't want to get too gruesome with the transformation but lemme tell ya it was the worst pain Grian has EVER felt <3 He literally felt his entire being rearrange to make space for everything his awakened soul brings <3 His skin turned to molten glass, even if just for a moment- look I am. FASCINATED by glasswork and how malleable molten glass is when I wanted the Watcher to have a shifting form I thought "oh like molten glass" and I was sold immediately, but god how fucking painful must that be??? hjfdsjkfdsjk IF YOU'RE NOT READY FOR IT YOU CAN'T ENDURE IT but Grian had a reason to endure, he had a purpose, he was gonna ENDURE-
NOPE YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT IT BECAUSE I ABSOLUTELY DID THAT ON PURPOSE. Mumbo has lost too many people this way hjkgfdjkk I am so. Him just begging because he can't see himself without Grian anymore, I am. He is. So. HJFSJKFJS <3<3<3 AND YEAH my gods the ONLY reason Scar didn't just give up right then is because Tubbo and Mumbo are there, they're ALIVE and Mumbo is with Grian and Scar has to try and fight to protect Mumbo, even if it costs his own life (he may have. Forgotten for a moment that, you know- Mumbo losing BOTH his mates would have. Absolutely destroyed any will he has to live, but. Ya know.) AND he needs to make sure Tubbo gets to safety, make sure Tubbo gets HOME and gets to LIVE and just HJFSKJFS god I can't even imagine being them. The absolute devastation and grief and rage they feel jkfdkkjfd-
THE FACT THAT MORE THAN ONE WARDEN CAN BE SUMMONED IS HORRIFYING IN GAME BUT DELIGHTFUL IN FIC. Honestly if the second one had come any sooner they'd have been even MORE fucked than they were.
GOD YEAH the absolute. The absolute ROLLERCOASTER this man has been through. He's in SHOCK afterwards, he doesn't even know how to comprehend what the fuck has happened today. This man needs therapy now. I mean he already did but especially now. (Also an aside but this moment just highlights how well he WON'T take Scar dying so) AND YES. The reassuring affectionate touches, just to let him know that he's alive and here- and the kiss absolutely had an ulterior purpose but when you awake from the dead in your lover's arms how do you NOT kiss them huh??? AND GOD YEAH, MUMBO who was just holding his lover's BODY in his arms, having to let him go and not even sure if he'll be okay once you leave- AND HEARING HIM START SCREAMING BUT KNOWING YOU CAN'T GO BACK BECAUSE YOU'VE REALIZED WHAT'S HAPPENING I-
I have a delightful habit of updating Midnight and then not telling Stitch, and then ~20 minutes later I get a message like "ATHERIX WHAT THE FUCK" it is absolutely hilarious sorry Stitch <3
Oh yes that was definitely purposeful. Funny that after the kiss Mumbo was able to use his shadows even with the Warden's shadows all around them huh :)
I LOVE ETHEREAL IMAGERY I'M JUST SAYING <3 I also love writing in opposites, I feel like it really captures the confusion of what is going on <3 HHEHEHEE
Of course they wouldn't just go <3 They send their child to safety but they gotta stay, they gotta make sure Grian gets out too!! They know he won't back down on his own, they remember what happened with Blondie. YEAH NEWLY AWAKENED WITH NO IDEA HOW TO USE HIS MAGIC, UP AGAINST CREATURES THAT HAVE ENDED THE WORLD MULTIPLE TIMES? THAT HAVE MILLENNIA UPON MILLENNIA OF EARTH AND SCULK BUILT UP UNDER THE GROUND WITH WHO-KNOWS-HOW-MANY WARDENS JUST WAITING TO BE SUMMONED TO THE SURFACE?? YEAH NO HE WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE.
They are absolute disasters but they love each other and if they weren't all so Exhausted and Mentally and Emotionally Drained and In Serious Need of Cuddles and Sleep, they would not have hesitated to scold and lecture this newly-awakened god jkfdksjgjkf But also Scar's little "I'm tired. Can't we stop fighting?" Just. LIKE. MIDNIGHT!SCAR DOESN'T ASK FOR THINGS, NOT THINGS HE REALLY WANTS OR NEEDS. He doesn't offer up weakness or vulnerability, yet "I'm tired." He's tired. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He just wants to go home. I'm so hfdjkjkfgd
JKFHSKFSHJK LMAOOO HE PROBABLY DOESN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Not until later anyway when the whole "Grian's a god now" thing sinks in JKFKSLS
If it hadn't been such a serious moment Grian 100% would have said "You're welcome" LMAO
:) Hehehe
I am a SUCKER for liquid imagery. ESPECIALLY if it's viscous or thick liquid, like magma or molten glass. Water is cool too but like. Mmm glass.
HE WILL GIVE US THE ANSWERS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER HEHE. But let's just say Scar, with an outside perspective and knowledge about magic and history, has Put Things Together that Grian has been too close to think about. Oh... it also doesn't help that Grian learned Standard within the last five years :)
ABSOLUTELY THEY DESERVE THE CUDDLE PILE AND FRANKLY SO DO WE. I am so happy I can consistently get you threatening me <3 It's glorious I love it <3 Thank you Stitch~~ Hehehe <3
Your analysis is longer than some of my chapters LMAO
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SMASH pt 2
tokoyami x gn!reader {platonic}
(ft. hawks)
req: me...again...(please request im dying here)
desc: (you work for present mic's agency....this is my own little au where hawks n present mic work 2gether) waiting in the main lounge for present mic and jirou to get back from patrol, tokoyami walks in right on time.
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tokoyami walked into the room, watching you kneel down under the desk, presumably grabbing something you dropped. he placed his bag on the table, sighing as he figured he should do some of his homework.
'tokoyami!? is that y—OW!' in the middle of speaking you hit your head on the table, causing you to roll out and rub your head.
'ah, (last name), are you alright?' he looked at you with a semi-shocked expression, setting his homework and pencil down.
'yeah, 'm fine!' you went over next to tokoyami and kneeled beside him, looking at his homework. you sighed.
'booring..'
'it is quite boring, but i have to do it nonetheless.' tokoyami sat down criss-cross applesauce. (im so sorry.)
'hey, you know what's better than homework?'
tokoyami looked at you worriedly.
'SMASH!' you placed the piece of paper down on the table, the word 'smash' written on the top in big, bold red letters.
'smash..? how do you play this game?' he looked over to the empty paper.
'hmm....' you decided in your head if you should tell him or not. you quickly decided against it.
'hah! you'll see!" under a couple lines, you drew a big red line and put 2 large circles, one with your first initial and the other with tokoyami's.
'now, pick..4 boys, 2 you like and 2 you dislike!' you held the red pen in your hand.
'people i...dislike? let's see..uh..midoryia,'—you were writing names as he listed them—'hawks..um, monoma is someone i....dispise. oh, also put kuroiro shihai on there.' he mumbled under his breath.
'jeez, full name? must be a reeeaaallll enemy, huh?' as he finished writing the last guys name in really fancy letters—just to anger tokoyami a bit, you thought— you looked over to him.
'pick one of em! im gonna be asking you to pick 4 different things, so be prepared. just pick someone.'
'hawks.' he placed his finger where hawks' name was.
you crossed out hawks' name and put tokoyami's first initial next to it. you snickered and crossed out shihai's name, putting your first initial next to it. you glanced over to tokoyami and you swear you could see a vein in his hand.
'now, for the place.' you wrote down places. the store, hawks' internship, the league of villians hideout and a house. tokoyami looked over your shoulder. he looked at the paper, confused.
'uhm..house..?' after he answered, he looked over to his homework, but you stopped him and made him look the other direction which caused his feathers to puff up ever so slightly. you put his first initial next to the 'home' line. you put yours next to the 'store' line.
you pointed out the slight vein in his hand.
'what, mad i picked your mortal enemy?' you snickered a bit, noticing the vein get bigger.
'n-no. i'm not. let us just continue.' he dismissed the claim right away, looking at the paper in anticipation.
finally, you wrote down 2 columns. one had surfaces. hills, floor, bed and the grass.
'alright, pick a surface.'
'...bed.' tokoyami's face darkened—if it even could do that—after he picked, probably catching onto the game. you laughed and picked the floor option.
'alright, tell me 4- no, 2! 2 girl pro-hero names.' you wrote down miriko and midnight as he thought.
'oh, ms. joke and ryuku.'
you wrote down those two names, sliding it over to tokoyami.
'uh, i pick miriko.'
'and with that! the game ends! so, tokoyami.' you stood up and stood at the other side of the table. you looked at him with a very sly grin. he sweat in worry.
'you! want t—' just like on cue, hawks walked into the room.
'yo! what're you two doing?' he put a hand on your shoulder. you burst out laughing.
'eh? what's so funny?' hawks looked at you, a confused expression on his face.
'we were playing a game and i'm supposed to get my..results.' he looked at the paper once more, noticing other writing on it but decided not to pay any mind.
'ohh, what game was it?'
'it's called...smash.'
hawks deadpanned over to you, recovering from your laughing-fest.
'y- heh- yeah?' you wiped a tear from your eye, looking at hawks with a smile.
'you? taught him? how to play SMASH?'
'YEAH, AND HE- HE—!' you burst out laughing, again, hawks snatching the paper and looking at it. he looked up from the paper, to the clueless tokoyami ,and back to the paper.
'did- did you explain it to him?'
'N- NO! HAHAHA!' you got up and wheezed, looking at the paper along with hawks.
'i almost burst out laughing when he picked you, man!' you put a hand on your stomach, the other one going to hawks' shoulder.
'w- was i not supposed to?' tokoyami looked up at both of you.
'hey, lemme read his results really quick.'
'you serious?'
'yes.'
hawks sighed. 'fine.'
"aaaalright tokoyami! you would fuck hawks! in your house, on, your, bed aaand you would bring miriko, along with you.'
you looked at tokoyami, who almost looked like his pride had gotten broken. he was sunken over the table and his beak was the faintest shade of pink.
'i-i am so sorry, hawks i-'
'hah! don't sweat it kid. (hero name) didn't explain the rules to you, so you're good.' hawks put a hand on tokoyami's head.
'hey...you all wanna play another round?'
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the 3 of you played almost up to 50 rounds before jirou and present mic came back.
when they came back though, all they saw was a giant whiteboard with you standing beside it, hawks and you yelling at eachother.
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henrysfedora · 2 years
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I did it, I wrote out Leo and Frank having a snowball fight
genuinely I appreciate constructive criticism because no I haven't got writing ANY of the mafia characters down so forgive me- and I'm assuming leo and frank would know each other by the '20s, i'm also assuming they would be in empire bay at this time, listen i dont know IM SORRY-
also this got kinda long, (for a post) my bad- I probably could've almost posted this on ao3 but I don't even have an account yet, oh well :) hopefully it's good enough that no one cares erijeoirjgsorgj;
Leo stood there, one arm crossed, the other holding his drink, a glass of red wine that in its reflection glimmered from the crystal chandelier in the centre of the room, he swirled it gently. The day was over hours ago and the hard falling snow didn’t help that, each day seemed shorter than the last, the sky getting greyer with each passing set of hours. Winter never seemed to pass through Empire Bay without leaving some sort of an impression. For a man who stuck by his side frequently, at least while at work, it was surprising for Frank to have already disappeared. One moment he was glued to Leo, the other he was nowhere to be seen, though by the gramophone getting louder in Leo’s ears he had a sneaking suspicion he knew where Frank went. 
  Makin’ Whoopee by Eddie Cantor, Dardanella by Ben Selvin, the night drew on and honestly the moment Frank left Leo was already quite bored and sick of the constant chatter. They were so loud he felt a small distant pressure building in his head. Sure, a pretty woman offered to dance, which he took just to be a gentleman. Sure, many familiar songs played, ones he remembers drinking many glasses of wine to with Frank, but what fun are they when he’s not here. After walking a little he sat down in a generously cushioned chair, furrowing his eyebrows and resting his head in the palm of his free hand momentarily. There was a building sensation in his head, the pounding structure of a headache putting itself together more and more every minute. He thought for a moment if it was the wine in his glass that wasn’t helping the situation but he thought otherwise, yes it got lower and lower but he didn’t fret, it was still his first one which he surprised himself with. He looked over his shoulder into the centre part of the hall, many ladies and gentlemen dancing, the Charleston at the minute, he couldn’t see Frank but he assumed he was down the dance floor further with his wife, he sighed and brought his glass to his lips again. 
  “Leo?”
He almost spat his wine out onto his shirt, “Shit- Frank what the hell are you doing? I thought you would be dancing.”
  He took the chair opposite Leo, “No, I don’t feel like it just yet, too early for that.”
“Too early?” He took another sip of his wine, “What? you talking to the hotheads once more? Did Mrs. Vinci get bored of it? again? or have you begun slacking at dancing.."
  Frank shook his head, “Nonsense..” and reached for a glass as a footman walked by, “She doesn’t get bored of it, just rather, knows a lot about it already, doesn’t need me to say anything more.”   
   Leo nodded slowly, “I’m sure she knows a lot about it.." about the business. Leo sighed, "When are you considering leaving anyway? My head’s killing me at this point and unlike you I cannot handle the lot of them kids rambling like a pack of dogs getting ready to race the track.” 
  Frank chuffed, “Not anytime soon, the night is still quite youn-”
“Young?! What time is it?” 
  “It’s only just past ten.” Frank looked at his watch then back to Leo and shrugged his shoulders, looking at Leo directly, “Surely you don’t feel that bad do you?”
Leo shook his head, “Just past ten? No- no. Just not used to the youthful anymore is all.” He let out a chuckle, casually taking the last sip of his wine. It felt like it was past midnight, at least for Leo.
  “You still aren’t that old Leo, what’s gotten into you? Usually you love to be at gatherings like this!” Frank stood up, “Get yourself another glass of wine and enjoy it Leone before we get back to work tomorrow.” He began walking away but turned around at the last second and came back a few steps, “You go see a footman for anything to help you with your head, then come upstairs, I’m sure they’ll enjoy listening to you too..”
  Leo groaned as he stood up, “Oh no I don’t think so.” he chuffed, “I’ll go get some painkillers however, but to be rather honest Frank I think I need a minute outside, tonight just isn’t my night it seems..” he adjusted his coat on his shoulders and looked around for a footman. “I might come up there soon but I’ll just see how my head feels later and base my decision off that, whether I go home or not..”
  “Home? Are you thinking about leaving? You're not gonna leave your boss behind are you?..”
  Leo shook his head smiling, “As if you don’t already leave me behind-" Leo bumped his arm playfully, "what number is it tonight? This must be the fiftieth time by now altogether I’ve managed to lose you when we’ve gone somewhere that wasn't for work.” he played it off cool as he placed his wine glass down onto the table, he heard Frank snicker. “That’s it, I’m getting something for my head, I’ll get one of the boys to tell you if I go home or not and to take extra care of you.”
  Frank gave him a weak salute goodbye “Sure, just be ready for tomorrow..” a ghost of a smile on his lips as Leo watched him walk away. But Leo caught himself and began walking around the outskirts of the dancefloor, desperately looking for a footman. 
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Looking around him, as quietly as he could he opened the back glass door of the dance hall, no one seemed to notice. A light crunch of the snow underneath his feet brought him back to what he wanted to do as he closed the door behind him. To just have a moment outside, in the peace and quiet and it was for the most part. It was harmony compared to what was going on inside, the music and voices were barely audible from out here. He faced the building, barely able to see everybody past the big loosely hung curtains. He walked backwards, this is where he’d expect him and Frank to be hanging out. It was a garden back here, now white as it was completely covered in snow. A fountain was built on a patch of gravel in the middle of the garden, trickling a little sing-song, the patch lined with small pine trees and a few wooden benches adorned with well looked after vines. Behind the pines, low, clean-cut hedges, all completely decorated with tiny frozen crystals. He turned around again and watched the hall, the lights emitting a warm orange colour on the snow around him in the shape of the windows, he sighed in relief as his head started pounding less, it was already much more bearable than it was before. The painkillers probably would’ve worked even faster if he hadn’t been caught in conversation with another lady wanting to dance. He breathed warm air into his hands, despite them being gloved, he swears this is one of the worst winters he’s ever experienced, it’s fucking cold. He sighed as he just heard Let’s Misbehave start playing in there, a classic he heard almost everywhere at that point.
  Leo almost fell over as a hard ball of snow hit him, solid like a rock. He stumbled to his side and let out a groan, his temple now aching. He looked into the shadows of the garden, “What the fuck? Who was that-” he didn’t have enough time to react as another hit him square in the chest. He groaned and wiped his face and suit down of the excess snow. “This is some way to fuck with me-” his heart dropped, a way too familiar silhouette was walking out of the shadows, calmly making another snowball, “Frank!? What are you doing? Hey!-” he dodged another one and started running behind one of the pine trees closest to him. “What the fuck are you doing?! I thought you were busy talking-?” his body jumped as another snowball hit the tree he was hiding behind, barely shielding him. 
  What was this all about? Leo would be dead before Frank went to have fun, fun that wasn't talking his mouth off. Leo looked through the twigs of the tree at him, Leo shook his head and bent down, quickly making a snowball. He waited for Frank to throw another before he shuffled out from behind the tree and threw one square into Frank’s face. “Ha! You shouldn’t have messed with me Franco.” he hid again and made another snowball as he heard Frank snicker. He jumped out from behind the tree again, he brought his arm up halfway to throw another snowball but was ultimately hit back square in the face. “Fuck- why are you doing so well at this?” he dropped his snowball and wiped his face then put his hands up but Frank hit him in the collar of his shirt, “Stop that before you make my head worse than it was before.” He brushed his shirt of snow, “What’s gotten into you? Why are you attacking me? You offended because I wanted to leave? for a valid reason mind you.” he walked closer to Frank who threw his snowball away, back into the snow. 
  “I thought you could use a good cheering up.” he put his hands on his hips, “And consider this payment for beating me at betting on the hounds last night..” 
  Leo rolled his eyes, “I told you number four was a good call but you didn’t believe me.” He motioned for Frank to walk around the garden with him, mindlessly rubbing his nose that he was almost wondering if it would bruise, “Mr. Booker is new blood, but he trains his dogs excellently, as you saw.” 
  “Yes of course I saw, and no I didn’t believe you. Because last time I believed you, I, after betting on a dog you chose, somehow lost four hundred bucks that day, to no one other than you.” 
  Leo smirked, “I don’t remember saying anything about actually betting on the dog..” he walked at Frank’s side with his arms behind his back, they circled around the garden until they made their way back to the back glass door of the dance hall.
  Frank walked over to it and motioned a hesitant Leo to come inside, “Come on, it’s around now they start playing the music you tolerate and the stuff the kids can’t handle.” 
  Roses From The South by Johann Strauss, Leo could hear it clearly the second Frank opened the door. He walked forward and entered slowly, looking back to make sure Frank could hear him, "I'll have one more dance, then I'll think about talking to those hotheads you can tolerate yet I can't, but maybe I'll deal with it just this once.."
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The honeymoon might be over but is Ryan Lowe the spurned partner?
After thirty five league games and nine months in charge it would appear that, for some, the honeymoon is over for Ryan Lowe at Deepdale. Chants of " you don`t know what you`re doing" echoed around Deepdale after the manager had made a couple of substitutions with twenty minutes to go. Of course, as Princess Diana once said, there are three of us in the marriage and whilst a section of the fans took their anger out on the manager, the strategy of the board in not signing another striker and a right wing back remains a huge discussion point amonsgst the North End faithful. Perhaps the International break has come at a good time for North End and while statistics can be taken in many ways and be constructed to suit any point of view, the fact remains that we have scored only three times in ten league games and taken just one point from three consecutive home games.
Ryan Lowe made three changes to the side that drew with Burnley on Tuesday evening with Fernandez, Browne and Hughes coming in for Cunningham, Johnson and Brady. North End started the game the better and Riis was the first to spurn an opportunity having been put through by Parrott. You could see that the Blades had some decent players but it was North End who always looked the more likely in the first forty minutes of this contest. Alas, once again, we could not put the ball in the net. Chances came to Whiteman, McCann, Hughes and Riis again but the confidence in front of goal seems to have deserted Noth End completely at thIS moment in time. Five minutes from the break the inevitable happened after Whiteman had lost the ball with Ndiaye scooting across the North End defence and finishing well to beat Woodman, sending the visitors into the break a goal up.
No changes at the break for North End who could be forgiven for thinking that things had conspired against them in the first half for them not to be leading never mind getting beat. It was a more even second half but as time wore on I found myself thinking we are not going to score today if we play until midnight. With just over twenty minutes to go the manager made a triple substitution and while I can understand the replacing of Riis, the removal of Fernandez and McCann appeared baffling as they had been North End`s best players. Chants rang out from the Town End and Ryan Lowe must have realised his honeymoon period was over. Five minutes later Hughes received the ball under pressure and lost possession only for McBurnie to make it two for the Blades and ensure that the three points went back to South Yorkshire and that United remained top of the Championship.
So with ten games gone North End sit in fifteenth place just two points above the relegation zone. In fairness it has to be said that we are also only three points from the play offs such is the Championship this season in a league where the only thing predictable is the unpredictability. To be honest I felt sorry for Ryan Lowe yesterday because it is not him that is missing the chances and North End`s football for a decent part of this game was good. Confidence is a big factor at the moment in my opinion and the focus over the two week break must be to firstly restore that confidence back into the squad. This is a decent squad in my opinion but is just a couple short, particularly one up front. It not a crisis by any means and Im certain Ryan Lowe has the backing of a huge majority of the North End fans. He certainly has my backing 100% and I think he took the rap on Saturday for more than just the subbing of Fernandez and McCann. It`s a chapter of the North End book many of us have read many times yet we still hold out hope for a different ending. Keep the faith.
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PRESTON 0-2 SHEFFIELD UNITED
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WOODMAN 7
STOREY 7 LINDSAY 7 HUGHES 6
WHITEMAN 6
POTTS 7 McCANN 7 BROWNE 7 FERNANDEZ 7
PARROTT 6 RIIS 5
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Subs:-
EVANS 6
BRADY 6
JOHNSON 6
LEDSON 6
MAGUIRE 6
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MOTM: Ali McCann
Attendance 18,412
Preston Fans 13,984 (75.95%)
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spark-doodles · 3 years
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I've discovered I can draw the dumbest stuff and get away with it so I will not be stopping <3
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atinywhore · 2 years
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I knocked on every door
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kang yeosang x fem reader
genre: honestly, mostly angst with a splash of smut at the end.. but its good smut, in my royal opinion, so don't worry
word count: 3540 (most of it is angst lmao)
warnings: pleasure dom vibes (yeosang ofc), oral (fem receiving), HICKIESSS, multiple orgasms ;) unprotected sex (use a condom dummies), some trauma elements idk how to describe it but you'll see hopefully, angst to fluffy ending bc im a softy who needs happy endings..
an: This is part two to my besties yeosang request! This is my first time doing angst really and I'm happy with how it turned out. P.S. I didn't really edit this.. so I do apologize if there are any big issues, there shouldn't be but if there is my bad, its literally midnight the I'm finishing this and am running off of 4 hours of sleep. OMG, I have nothing against Seonghwa, I would literally shoot someone if they did what I did to him in this fic, so please no hate, he was just the first member that popped into my brain. stop I love him.
be kind and lmk :) please be nice and let me know if I missed any warnings. enjoy my dirty little hoes <3
tag list: @ch0isa99ie @mingigoo @ateezinmymind @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99
bite me- (pt 1) (pt 2)
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He slid himself fully inside, my walls burning with pleasure. “Fuck” the word comes out in a breathy moan directly into his ear. “Holy shit doll.” He flexed his hips and another wave of pleasure burned through me. “Taking me so well.” he drew his eyes away from mine and looked down to where we were connected. Slowing his pumps and filling me as much as he can, repeating the torturous motion over and over until I almost reach the edge, and then he stops.
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It has been 2 months since that night in the parking garage. It took me over a week to finally peel myself from my bed and actually shower. No matter how hard I tried I could not seem to erase the feeling of his hands roaming my body and how perfectly he seemed to fill me up. It wasn’t until your friends forced you out of your apartment back into civilization. You were at a cafe waiting for your friends when you got a text saying (We are sorry, please don’t hate us. You need this.) Rightfully pissed, you make to leave after seemingly being stood up, you hear a man's voice directly in front of you, “Y/n?” Your vision focuses on the tall and very handsome man now smiling down at you. “Are you y/n?” His cat-like features pulled to reflect the smile now dominating his face. “Yes I am. Do I know you?” Trying not to be impolite but his stature and angular greek like looks are ripping you back to the night you have been trying so hard to forget. It was not this man's fault that he has a similar look to.. You can’t even speak his name in your head or else you’ll crumble right here in this cafe.
His face twists in a concern like manner and you snap yourself out of the spiraling thoughts consuming you. “I’m sorry did you say something?” Feeling a slight blush warm your cheeks, he just plasters that same smile back on, this time a dimple settles on the corner of his left lip.
He never looked at me like that.
“I said I’m Seonghwa. I work with your friends and they have been trying to set us up for a while now I guess. I’m sorry it seems you didn’t know and I don't want to make you feel comfortable. I will just go now and-” Now it's his turn to warm with embarrassment. “No you came all the way here! Sit, we can just talk over a cup of coffee. His cheeks illuminating slightly with the pink still tinting his tan skin. His smile shines even brighter as he takes a seat across from you.
And for almost two months now it has been Seonghwa. We have been inseparable since that fateful day. We might be on the cusp of dating but no matter how many times he brings it up I just can’t say yes. My mind is so clearly set on picking Seonghwa, but, it's my fickle heart that is standing in the way of fully letting him in. He makes me so happy, so it should be the obvious choice of Seonghwa but it’s almost as if Yeosang cast a spell on you. No, fuck him for screwing with my life even after he’s no longer in it.
Your kinda boyfriend Seonghwa was throwing a party and of course you had  to go. It didn’t take you long to get ready and take the elevator down 3 floors to his apartment. As you neared his floor you could hear the slight thumping of a deep bass. As the elevator dinged and opened its doors to the hallway, almost shaking with the music. You turn right and walk down the warmly lit hall close towards my destination. Another right and I’m hit with the stench of weed and alcohol. Dodging the dazed bodies of both men and women to finally reach the heart of the party.
My eyes roamed the crowd, taking in the delightful sight. There’s a young girl swaying her hips in time with the beat, a drink in hand raised above her head. Looking to my left I see two young men, bodies facing one another in an intimate type of way. The taller of the two looked down at his partner with a soft expression of bliss coating his features while his counterpart excitedly shared some story, hands and arms flinging around to better share the experience.
Continuing to scan the crowd I finally see Seonghwa. Squeezing, sliding and ducking, I’m able to make my way through the crowd and reach him. Moving closer to him I wrap my arm around his and he finally turns noticing me. “Y/n! You made it!” He moves his arm causing mine to fall but he leans down and pulls me into a hug. His scent of warm vanilla and coconut rum washed over my senses. I felt the twitch of arousal flicker down to my lower stomach at the pressure of his hands running from my shoulder blades down to finally wrap around my hips.
A chill ran down my spine, but not of pleasure. I can feel the burning of eyes labored onto my back. My body stiffened and my palms began to sweat. Sensing my change seonghwa releases from the hug and sets his focus solely on my face. His brows curl in concern and he places his hands on my shoulders to pull me out of my frozen state.
It can’t be him. He doesn’t know Seonghwa, right?
“Y/n?” Seonghwa shakes my shoulders slightly, finally pulling me out of my state. “Yes hwa?” My voice barely a whisper. I clear my throat and repeat the sentence. “You went all quiet. Are you okay?” His hands move up to cup my cheeks and I can’t help but smile at his comforting warmth. “Yes hwa. Just got lost in thought I guess.” You try to laugh it off but he still seems to be on edge. You move his hands from your face and hold them in yours, “Come on, let’s go get a drink.”
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A few drinks later and you definitely forgot about the chilling thought of him being here. There was a slight buzz clouding your mind as you and your kind of boyfriend danced within the crowd. You could feel the heat of his body pressed closely behind yours. His hands held a weak grip on your hips, just enough of pressure to keep your ass connected with his pelvis. Swaying sensually to the music with a tall handsome man behind you, a great buzz growing, your mind finally turned off. This feeling enlightened your mind of its troubles and just let you be.
This euphoric feeling did not last long when the chill returned, slithering it’s way down my spine. Shooting my eyes open, I now searched the crowd for the source. Relief started to settle my jumpy body but disappeared when I spotted him.
He looked like a god. Standing in the corner of the room, drink stopped just at his full lips and his darkened eyes met mine from across the room. Stopping the movement of my body as the rush of emotions consumes me. Seonghwa’s grip tightens, encouraging me to keep moving with him. The memory of Yeosang hands grabbing me the same way causes a flare of panic to jolt my system alive. Grabbing Seonghwas hands from my hips while still holding them, I turned to face him, “I’m not feeling so good hwa. I’m going to go home, I think.” Obviously drunk, he whines out a response but I place a quick kiss to his cheek and head towards the front door.
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I could feel him following close behind me.
His footsteps mocked mine, the heel of his boot clicking against the black and white tile. The sound echoed louder and soon enough there was a hand stopping me by the shoulder. “Y/n.” My breath hitches at the sound of his deep voice. “Please don’t walk away from me again.” He turns me around to face him but my head is locked downward, staring at his shiny black combat boots. With his other hand he hooks a finger underneath my chin and lifts my line of vision to meet his.
Gone were the inky, brooding eyes I’ve come to know and fear, now his eyes shine like two pools of dark honey inviting me into the sweetness. His warm eyes flicker all across my face before landing briefly on my lips once and taking their final place meeting back with mine. Our faces are so close that I can smell the sweet scent of peach, no doubt from the flavor of soju he had been drinking. His thumb gently runs back and forth over my bottom lips as his eyes never leave mine.
Reality hits me like a fucking train. Taking a step back, I break the contact between us and now I’m left with a cold feeling deep deep inside me. His mouth opens to speak again but I hold my hand up to stop him. “What can I help you with Yeosang?” I managed to muster up every ounce of courage I had. He falters at my response. A long silence drags on between us. He’s just staring intently at me, mouth slightly agape and his posture now rigid. “Okay then. Good night Yeosang.” Turning around I continue walking straight, aiming for the elevator directly in front of me. I don’t look back. I press the button and the doors slide open. Entering the old fashioned metal cage-like elevator I finally turn and see him. Standing exactly as I left him. It’s not until the doors are about to close that I see him start forward. It’s too late. The doors have shut and the 5th floor button is already glowing with its destination.
I make it down the long hallway to my apartment, the last and furthest one from the elevator. I kick off my shoes in the entryway and slug my way into the joined kitchen and living room. I open the fridge door and grab my picker of water, setting it on the island behind me. It’s at this point that my mind is no longer thinking. There are only the basic thoughts like the ones for water and sleep. I grab a cup from the cupboard next to me, then pour and gulp the chilled water. The water energizes me long enough to make it to the couch and once my head hits the soft throw pillow, I’m out.
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I’m jolted from my sleep by a loud smack at the door. I froze, careful not to make a sound. Then a fury of knocks follow the smack. My dazed brain racks itself for some sort of rationalization for the situation. I jump to the thought of Seonghwa. He was pretty wasted, he could be coming up to check on me. My heart does a guilty flip. I get to my feet and head over to the door. The banging has stopped by the time I open the door. The man on his knees before me was not who I was expecting. The sound of me opening the door has him lifting his hanging head. His dark shaggy hair moves in motion with his head. The dark bangs framing his face fall back with the rest of his hair when he is fully looking up at me. The look in his eyes has not changed from when I had just seen him last.
“I knocked on every door.” His rasp almost brought my knees to tremble. “Excuse me?” My words came out weak. “I knocked on every door on this floor to find you y/n.” He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back even further making him look even more like he was carved from stone. He takes a deep breath, holds, and then lets it go slowly, reopening his eyes to look back at me. “I was wrong y/n. Ever since that night you walked away from me, I have not been able to get you out of my mind.” His hand jets up to push the hair falling into his face back. “I don’t understand what you did to me y/n but all I know is I want you. I need you.” He meets my eyes again and they are wild this time, almost as if I can see the thoughts consuming his mind like a wildfire. “Well to quote your own words Yeosang, ‘This was a one time thing. Don’t get it twisted.’ Plus if you couldn’t tell, I’m already seeing someone.” He let out a laugh at the last part of my retort. “Come on y/n, we both know you can’t fully commit to him.” Once again feeling the annoyance that once always accompanied his presence, “And why might that be Yeosang?” He rather slowly gets to his feet, now towering slightly over me, and begins to back us into my apartment.
“You know why y/n. You are just too scared to admit it like I was.” I stop moving, causing him to stop as well. He does not get to come here and treat me like this again. “Fuck off Yeosang. I’m not some toy you can just pick up and play with when you are bored.” A half grin pulled the left corner of his lips up. “That’s not how it seemed to feel last time we were together y/n. Don’t you remember?” The flashbacks playing through my mind cause waves of pleasure to migrate to my stomach and lower. “Oh bite me.” As soon as you said it, you wish you hadn’t. He closed the final distance between you two and he leans in to whisper, “Don’t tempt me doll.” His hot breath fanned down the length of your neck before he stopped right above the last spot he had bitten you. “Y/n, I need to know that you feel the same before we go any further.” My mind whirled from the sleepiness, his confession, his soft lips placing sweet kisses all along my neck and exposed shoulder and my once buried emotions for him resurfacing. Taking a deep breath I pull back from Yeosang. He seems defeated by my movement until I grab his hand. Meeting his eye briefly, I turn to lead him further into my apartment. Walking past the living room and through a tiny hall I stop outside the door to my bedroom. Before I open the door I release his hand and grab him by the face, effectively pulling his head down to my level. “I can’t be another one time thing with you again Yeosang. I won’t be able to pull myself together if it happens again.” A couple tears fell down my cheeks and now it's his turn to hold my face. Wiping my tears away and placing a kiss where each one fell, he looks at my lips and leans his head in to kiss me.
I wish I could say I forgot how soft his lips were, but I can’t. He worked my mouth open slowly for him to let his tongue slide in, deepening the kiss. When he pulls away I find myself fiending more and more, just needing another hit. “Y/n, I’m the biggest fool for ever thinking that you were.” My breath shortened in excitement and hopefulness. I reached behind me and opened the door. Keeping one hand on cupping my face, the other hooked under my knee, urging me to straddle him as he strode towards my bed. He looked into my eyes the whole time, our souls connecting. He tossed me onto the bed and placed himself in between my legs. “You are mine, doll. I want you and only you.” My whole body becomes heightened with arousal, I try to roll my hips into his but he stops me. “No, I’m going to take my time with you and show you how much you truly mean to me y/n.”
He starts by peeling off the black dress that I was wearing, leaving me in my matching blush pink underwear set. I assumed Seonghwa and I would end up sleeping together tonight so I wore it, and by the angered look on his face, it seems Yeosang figured the same. Frustration getting the better of him he rips my underwear off, like legits rips. The tear of fabric is all I hear before a rush of cool air hits my private area. He then does the same for the matching bralette. Anger now subsides to awe as he sees my naked form laid out in front of him. “So gorgeous.” He mumbles before leaning down and biting the sweet spot on my neck. As he bites he sucks to create a hickey. He repeats this action all down my neck, chest, breast, stomach and inner thigh. Leaning back on his knees once again he admires his work. He takes my new markings in as if he was staring at a piece of art, which in some ways I guess this could be his own art form.
Once he's decided that he has admired his artwork for long enough he slides off the bed to the ground,  pulling me by the hips towards his face and opening my legs , bearing  myself to him. He licks his lips and then he dives right into my soaking pussy. All kinds of sounds, moans, whimpers, pleas, etc come from my mouth as he eats me out. He doesn’t let up his assault as he makes me cum the first time, no he continues and adds two fingers. Soon enough I’m reaching my second climax. Still not letting up he adds a third finger and picks up his pace. Creating a pleasure I’ve never experienced before has me screaming out his name as I cum for a third time in a matter of minutes. Panting and truly struggling to breathe after that unworldly experience leaves me speechless. Yeosang stands from his current position, licking his fingers clean of my juices and licks his lips clean as well. The sight has my still pulsing walls clench again in excitement.
Pulling his form fitting, dark purple sweater over his head, exposing his lean torso and smooth abs to me. He reached for his pants and soon enough the sound of his dick was slapping against his skin. Mouth and pussy watering at the sight of this Greecian God standing before me. Kneeling back on the bed and then trapping myself under his form, he lines his tip at my dripping entrance. The thrill of having him inside me once again is almost enough to have me reaching my 4th climax tonight. He then slid himself fully inside, my walls burning with pleasure. “Fuck” the word comes out in a breathy moan directly into his ear. “Holy shit doll.” He flexed his hips and another wave of pleasure burned through me. “Taking me so well.” he drew his eyes away from mine and looked down to where we were connected. Slowing his pumps and filling me as much as he can, repeating the torturous motion over and over until I almost reach the edge, and then he stops. I dug my nails into his back, a plea for him to stop teasing me, and he quickened his pace. He flipped us over and pulled out the same move he did when we first had sex. Pulling me closer onto his sweat glistened chest, he wrapped his arms around me and began to flex his hips harder and faster inside me. He hit the spot deep inside that caused my vision to go blurry and my head short circuit. Hitting the spot over and over again he had me releasing in no time. He followed shortly after, once again filling my oversensitive pussy with his cum.
Unlike the first time we just stayed in this position for a while. We stayed connected like this for as long as we could. Neither one wanted to break this magically-seeming moment. We would have had we not started to get hard again, while still inside me. The sensation, while amazing, was too painful after 4 orgasms. He pulled himself out of me and grabbed my dress from the floor and began to clean me then himself off. When he was done he tossed the dress back on the ground and just stood there staring at me. Not sure what to say after suddenly feeling self conscious, “You can leave if you want now.” I say it almost as a test, but really it is just me outwardly thinking my biggest fear, that he lied and he was just playing me. He smiled and joined me in bed. “I wasn’t lying, y/n. I want you and only you.” He places a kiss on my forehead and he tucks us under the comforter. For the first time in months, I was finally able to sleep all through the night.
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camileeon · 2 years
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Heyy!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 200+ FOLLOWERS BESTIE AAA im so happy for you 💖 To celebrate i’ll participate in ur second event as well ^w^
I read the list of prompts, and i think prompt A-15 “I love you more than I love food. Feel appreciated” would be perfect for Camilo! The short fic could take place in a soft morning after y/n stays at casita overnight with Camilo. Y/n could be trying to start the day but Camilo just doesn’t wanna get up yet. I AM ABSOLUTELY SOFT FOR MORNING CUDDLES AKSKWOSKWODNE *malfunctions*
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SUNKISSES (D)
🍵- absolutely nothing other than soft fluffy lazy mornings and loads of kisses from the sun himself <3
🦋- GN!Reader x Camilo Madrigal
🍊- enjoyed making this bc of how fluffy it is :(( ever just want fictional characters to be real? yea same 🙁 Thank you so so so much for requesting! @sweettooth-simps I'm very sorry this took awhile, other than that pleas enjoy!! <3- ceres 💗
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Dawn sunlight drew streaks of yellow on the shapeshifter's curtains as the light wind rustled in, snores and unrecognizable mumbling came either from the couple as they slept soundly in eachother's embrace. Y/n was over at Casita for a sleepover with the madrigal grandchildren, the night before was just to be described as chaos rather than ecstatic. Playing different games, sneaking out to grab midnight snacks in the kitchen while trying to be as silent as possible, and a few of them even getting to draw on Luisa's face due to being the first one who hit the hay early.
“They had each of their frolics as the night went wildly for them, resulting them to stay up late until atleast a slit of the sun peeked from it's sleep after those hours that seemed neverending for all seven of them. All of them went back to their rooms immediately after, feeling all of the energy drain away from their bodies and collapsed into their cushioned mattresses, y/n slept over at camilo's as their limbs entangled eachother through the remaining hours of sleep they've gotten.
Flinching to wake up as soon as their alarm rang, getting out of bed to shut it off to avoid waking up the sleeping chameleon. They groaned quietly before slumping back on top of him, laying their head on his chest as they admired how pretty he was while sleeping, giving him kisses on his lips to try to wake him up as gentle as possible while they kept a closed distance.
“amor.. we gotta get up.. we've slept in.”
They attempted whispering quietly, laying beside him as he snuggled against their embrace. Sending the message of not wanting to get up or "5 minutes more" but continues to sleep in for the next hour, they needed to get up or they'd miss breakfast.
They continued to try various attempts, being gentle with him to avoid having him in a bad mood just because of being woken up. In the end, they sighed exhaustingly as to not even denting him one eye awake.
“Camilo, we need to get uupppppp” they tried to pull him up to stand, hearing him groan as he just clung on to them while being up half awake.
“Nooooo...you've been trying for the past hour, give up..” his morning voice sent shivers down their spine, his breath against their neck. Camilo wrapped his arms securely around their waist as they stayed in a very comfortable silence, swaying them around in a circle continuosly as their eyes lock from time to time.
“Now you're up, can we go down to eat already?”
“You really want to leave now? Can't i just give you kisses and cuddles, to have you the whole day to myself?”
“ you're actually putting me before tia's arepas? That's new.”
“Amor ever since you came into my life, i've loved you more than i love food, feel appreciated. Anyway.. back to business.”
they let out a snort at his response before being lifted back on to the bed and tackled by the boy in yellow “you're all mine, food can wait.” he retorted, the sun giving his moon loads of affection and kisses wherever he could place any as they laid in bed for the rest of the day.
Bonus: Dolores hears what they were up to and saved a plate for the both of them, leaving it on a tray in front of his door. A few hours later, Pepa knocks in and finds an adorable sight of camilo with his arms around them protectively as they waltzed their way to dreamland once more.
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cuttinqlines · 3 years
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IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II
                             IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR II
(richard ramirez [ahs 1984] x reader | mainly implied xavier plympton x reader)
trigger warning; drug use, toxic relationships, mentions of abuse, toxic characters, xavier is portrayed as a major piece of shit for the first few installments, glorification of a serial killer, knives, etc.
disclaimer: i do not support the real richard ramirez in any way, shape, or form. this is simply based on the fictional version from ahs 1984. no disrespect is intended in any way. please, feel free to click off of the fic if you don’t enjoy this type of content. any hate will be ignored.
word count: 2,467
a/n: sorry this took so long. im a depressed piece of shit lmao. 
taglist: @kuollut-talven @felicityofbakerstreet @bitchcraft1398 
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IT HAD ONLY been a few days since your run-in with the self-proclaimed ‘Night Stalker’ yet it felt like years had passed. The memory of the event was constantly running through your mind, seeming to occupy your every thought. It was as if your mind was filled only with visions of dark hair and piercing dark eyes. It had gotten to the point where it was consuming you, distracting you from anything that wasn’t the thought of him. It was impossible to focus. You weren’t exactly sure that you wanted to. The part of you that desperately longed for the dark stranger to reappear and tear you away from your dilapidating life was overtaking you. You had almost wished that you would have given in to his demands that night. Almost. Something had been holding you back that night and something- someone- was still holding you back, tethering you to the place you had grown to despise.
Letting out a sigh, you stared at yourself in front of the bathroom mirror, attempting to shake away the thoughts that continuously plagued you. The ghost of a bruise still showed underneath your eye, barely noticeable with the makeup that you had delicately applied over it. You looked better than you had in the days before, but you still weren’t keen on leaving the confines of the four walls of your bedroom, let alone your apartment. You hadn’t left the house since that night. You were sure everyone thought that you were spiraling- He had probably twisted the story into that narrative. You turned away from the mirror, leaning against the base of the sink. It was time to face the situation at hand. You could already feel the silent judgment of Montana. She had told you so.  “Fuck.”
It shouldn’t have mattered that much to you- what everyone thought. It’s not like they had too much room to judge. They were your friends, sort of, but they didn’t rule you. They weren’t the end all be all. Still, you couldn’t help but feel nervous at the thought of facing them. It had been days of voicemails, knocks on the door, and missed phone calls. You had gone ghost. They wouldn’t have expected anything else, though. It wasn’t unlike you to disappear. You were used to disappointing everyone. 
After a few more minutes of anxiety and deliberation, you laid out a pretty white line, snorted it down, and got ready to head out the door. At the very least, you could show up to aerobics and casually run into everyone. By the time you got there, you were sure you could figure out how to gloss over all of the problems that kept on appearing. 
****
The Aerobics studio hadn’t changed much in your week of absence. The faces of the instructors were still plastered on the walls, yours still included much to your surprise. The chairs strategically placed throughout the lobby were occupied by young adults, laughing at something one of them had said. The ambiance was peaceful and you suddenly wished that you would have shown up for work in the last week. The thought quickly diminished as you thought back to the bruise that had been occupying your face. There was no way you would have shown up with that. You wouldn’t have given him the satisfaction. Stepping up to the front desk, you leaned against the counter lazily. 
“Hi. Do you have any classes with vacant spaces open for today, Janice?” You asked the receptionist a bit awkwardly, looking at the wall behind her as you spoke.
The woman looked up, purposefully making direct eye contact. She looked you up and down, judgement written all over her face.  “Yes. The instructor position for the class you teach at 6:30, (Y/N). If you want to keep your job, I suggest you get prepared for it and go teach it.” 
You couldn’t help but cringe at her tone. The attitude dripped off of it like poison. Truth be told, you had thought that you had already been fired. That is generally what happens after you drop off of the face of the planet for a week. “Right- I’ll just go ahead and get set up to start, then. Thank you.”
“You’re lucky that you showed up today. You’re really pushing it with your delinquent behavior. Shape up or ship out, sweetheart. This is the last time you’re getting exceptions. You’re really lucky that Montana covered your classes for the week. Now, get moving. It’s 6:20. Studio 3.”
Janice hardly gave you time to react, as she stood up and began to push you towards the direction of the studio. Her cold touch caused an unpleasant shiver to shoot through your spine. Your mind instantly drifted to your unwelcome house guest, though the shiver he gave you was not exactly unpleasant- You mentally scolded yourself for obsessing over the ‘Night Stalker’, before practically bursting into the studio. 
It felt as if a million eyes landed on you from the moment you opened the door. The never-ending stares seemed to burn holes into your skin. One pair of eyes, in particular, seemed to stare the deepest. Xavier. You flickered your gaze to meet his, the other people in the room disappearing into a sort of tunnel that consumed the sides of your vision. Your heart caught in your chest. You wanted to tear your eyes away, but there was something stopping you. Something about Xavier always seemed to hold you back. His gaze was pleading, an apology seeming to spill out of it. 
 “(Y/N)! I thought you were going to be out for a while! Xavier said that you were like super sick or something.” Montana’s voice rang out, casually. “So happy you’re here though. Teaching this class has been such a drag.”
At the sound of the young woman’s voice, your head instinctively jerked towards it. You plastered a pained smile onto your face. “Yeah- thanks for covering for me, Montana. I seriously owe you one. Being sick was a major drag. Probably worse than teaching this class of Cyndi Lauper obsessed boys.” 
The blonde let out a laugh. “Well, since you’re back, I’ll let you take this one. And maybe take your man out when you’re done. He’s been such a buzzkill lately.” 
Montana gave you a wink, patting your shoulder affectionately. With a final wave to you and Xavier, she slipped out the door and disappeared down the hall with a flash of blonde hair. Not wanting to waste any more time, or give Xavier the chance to talk to you, you flicked the boom box on and let the sound of Billy Idol’s voice fill the room. 
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The entirety of the class went by uneventfully. Billy Idol’s soothing tone seemed to temporarily soother your anxiety, making it easier for you to ignore the pained glances that were becoming more and more inescapable. You left the music on as the class drew to a close, turning the volume down to a soft, but audible hum. You didn’t bother to look as everyone made their way to the door. Instead, you moved towards the front of the room, letting yourself face the large windows that looked out towards the city. 
You watched as people leaving the last few classes of the evening walked down the sidewalk, off into the night. Some faces were familiar, regulars that always seemed to be in aerobics class. Other faces, unfamiliar and new. They all seemed so happy, as if their lives were perfect. You wished that you could get a taste of that feeling. You continued to admire the citizens of Los Angeles, lost in your thoughts. Then, in a sudden flash, there was a single face that stuck out in the crowd. Unmistakable dark hair and piercing eyes that could have belonged only to the face that you could never forget. You locked eyes with the man, causing a sinister smile to appear on his face. He moved closer to the building. Your heart skipped a beat. He was headed towards the door. Your eyes were still locked with his, nothing could-
“(Y/N)... Can we talk about what happened the other night? Please… I didn’t mean for it to go so far.” Xavier’s voice hit your ears, soft and pleading. 
You broke away from the ‘Night Stalker’s’ gaze, slowly turning to face the man that you had once felt so strongly for. You leaned against the windows behind you, pressing your nearly bare back against the cool glass. Xavier took a few steps closer, leaving only a few inches between your faces. You couldn’t help but flinch as he reached out to tenderly touch your face. Hurt flashed across his face briefly, but his hand still gently came into contact with your soft skin. You let your eyes flutter closed and sucked in a sharp breath. “I- I can’t do this,” you whispered, hot tears pricking in the inner corner of your eyes. So many different emotions were running through your body. The urge to run away from him had never been so heightened. 
He grazed his thumb gingerly across your jawline, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Please. I just wanted it so badly and I thought that was the only way. And I didn’t want anyone to find out. The way you looked at me when you did- I lost it. I thought you would tell everyone. I thought you would leave me. I’m so sorry.” 
You had yet to respond to him when a cutting voice interrupted the scene unfolding before you. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The deep voice questioned, sinister laughter etched into his tone. 
“N-?” You began, eyes flickering open. You met the dark haired man’s eyes, looking directly past Xavier. He was already staring at you intensely, the usual smirk plastered on his face. 
“Richard.” He corrected, moving his eyes from you to the other man in your company. Xavier had moved away from you by this point, looking at Richard with a suspicious glare. Richard simply continued to smirk at him, looking more and more devilish as time passed. “My little angel, didn’t expect to see you so soon. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Okay. Who the fuck are you?” Xavier demanded, his hand wrapping around your forearm in a protective manner. You instinctively recoiled to his touch. You shifted your weight from one foot to another, watching as the two began to go back and forth. 
“I’m the devil’s favorite prodigy. It’s more like ‘who the fuck are you?’” The other man taunted. His eyes locked on the contact point of yours and Xavier’s skin. An unreadable emotion flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced with his usual infuriating smirk. “I’ve decided I’m here to collect her. Truth be told, it wasn’t originally in my master and I’s plan, but it seems like I stumbled in at the perfect time, with you harassing my girl.”
“Your-? (Y/N), are you fucking this guy? We get into one fight and you’re off giving it out to this creep?” The blonde questioned, his tone demanding and incredulous. His voice rose with every word that he spoke. He was red in the face by this point. You could tell by the clench in his jaw and the way his hand tightened around you that he was angry. The smug expression of Richard definitely wasn’t helping his reaction either.
You tried to ignore the fear that had begun to creep into the back of your mind, your mind flashing back to his closed fist accidentally ramming into your face. You looked up at him with your tear stained face. Words were failing you. You didn’t exactly want to say that Richard had broken into your house, pinned you against a wall, and sparked something inside of you that made you feel so many fucked up things. Was it really more fucked up than what you felt about Xavier after everything that he had done? You weren’t so sure any more. Xavier seemed to take your silence and lack of denial as a ‘yes’ to his questions. Disgust took over his face, his hand tossing your arm away as if it had suddenly turned into some sort of cursed object. 
He scoffed at you, shoving you away from his body. “I can’t believe you would do this to me. Maybe you deserved that.” He spat out venomously, angrily gesturing to the hardly hidden  bruise underneath your eye. 
You flinched as his hand raised. Something seemed to click into place for the dark haired man as he watched the two of you, your reaction triggering the darkest part of him. You hardly had time to react further, before Richard was in front of you. His left arm pressed back against your body, gently shoving you behind him. His right hand was adorned with his blade, ready to slash at the man before him. “You did that to her? For your sake, I hope you say no. I’d hate to have to kill you right here. It would really throw a wrench into the master’s plans and we both hate that.”
Your hand reached out slowly, tugging on the edge of this sleeve, beckoning his eyes to meet your eyes. He complied, looking over his shoulder quickly. You shook your head at him, a silent plea for him to drop it. He was already acting psychotic enough to have the police called on him and you were sure that would be the last thing that he wanted. He looked back to Xavier, who was staring at him incredulously. “Get the fuck out of here or die,” The dark haired man spat out.
Xavier gave you a pointed look, before shoving past the both of you and storming out of the studio. You knew he would show up at your apartment later, demanding explanations for the psychotic interaction that just went down. You would figure out a way to avoid that later. For now, your full attention was on Richard. He turned towards you, dark eyes studying the every feature on your face. His hand hovered over the side of your neck, before gently pushing your hair to the side. His fingers softly trailed down the side of your throat, traveling down your chest. Like a phantom, they grazed the length of your body, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest. You softly bit down on your bottom lip, eyes staring straight into his. “You’re mine now, little angel. I’ll kill for you. I’ll die for you. But you have to be mine forever- That’s the catch. Will you sell your soul to the devil?”
“I will.”
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youngbeezer · 3 years
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hi!! can I please request something?
going to a lake house, maybe friends to lovers with bowen byram?
thank you! 💗.
A/N: HI IM SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY TOOK 4 EVER!!! i was having such bad writer's block with also zero motivation, but i eventually put a little something together and i hope whoever requested this first off actually sees this bc seriously its been a good month of this sitting in my inbox but also i hope you like it :)
Word Count: 2940
Warning(s): kinda angsty in beginning, curse words, ends fluffy !!!
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These next few days is either going to turn out to be the best week of the summer, or the most awkward week of the summer...
I’m currently stuck in a car surrounded by couples on our way to a lake house in Colorado. Somehow I ended up being lumped into this chaotic group of professional hockey players and their drop-dead gorgeous significant others.
About a year ago at my local salon, I just so happened to be seated right next to a woman named Grace, who I immediately hit it off with. We became fast friends and are now basically inseparable at this point. Her boyfriend just so happens to play hockey for the Colorado Avalanche, Cale Makar. Now I have also grown quite close with Cale as well, since I am always at their shared apartment for Grace. At this point Cale is basically third wheeling us, instead of it being the other way around. Therefore I was also always invited to team parties and get-togethers, which prompted more friendships with most of the guys on the team and their respective partners.
Someone I have surprisingly grown super close with is Bowen Byram. As soon as Cale introduced us two, his blue eyes and raspy voice immediately drew me in. Straight away we bonded over common interests and that night we talked for almost three hours. After that, we were thick as thieves. So thick that recently I have come to the realization that I have caught major feelings for him along the way.
It has only been a few weeks since I have come to this realization and it has already started to affect our relationship. I definitely started to ignore Bowen a little bit when I first figured out my feelings because I was scared he would somehow find out or I would just end up blurting it out at some point. And the last thing I want is for my silly feelings to ruin such a great friendship.
Thus why this week can either turn out to be the best or the worst.
I’ve decided that at some point during this trip I need to confess my feelings for Bowen. He’s also seemed to notice the shift in my attitude towards him. I have become more closed off and not as touchy as we used to be. Bowen and I are both very touchy/feely types of people. So what seemed like just some harmless cuddling and play wrestling with each other, to me did very little to quell down my feelings.
For example, this morning when we were packing up the cars for the trip a group of us are taking to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse, Bowen went to wrap his arms around my middle from the back and I subconsciously flinched away at his touch. I know he definitely noticed my mood shift from the defiant pout that was resting on his face. After that I did what I do best, and ran away to the other car that was driving up and basically begged Nate to switch seats with me.
Which now leads to my current thoughts. The entire car ride up I have been contemplating on ways I could tell him, but each scenario just ended up with him telling me that he doesn’t feel the same, and our friendship essentially being over. Obviously I was just overthinking just a little, but I’ve never been stuck in a situation like this before-- and now we are going to be stuck in a lake house together for an entire week, so I am going to be forced to face this situation whether I want to or not.
“Yo. Earth to y/n?” Tyson draws, trying to gain my attention. I snap out of my thoughts as soon as I hear my name, and bring my gaze to the rearview mirror to meet Tyson’s questioning look. “We’re here.” He announces.
Susanna, Mikko’s girlfriend, adds on, “You alright? You seemed kind of out of it the entire car ride.”
I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and notice that we are indeed here at the lake house we will be staying at for the next week. I clear my dried up throat before croaking out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just don’t like long car rides.”
Both of them nod, content with my answer and exit the car to join Mikko in unloading all of the luggage from the trunk. I take a few more moments to fully get my head together after dealing with all my jumbled thoughts throughout the entire three hour car ride.
Jumping out of the car, the first thing I see is Bowen letting out a yawn and stretching out. As his arms raise over his head, some of his shirt rises up with it and immediately my eyes are drawn to the small portion of skin and v-line that is in front of me. Bowen then notices my presence and makes eye contact with me, giving me one of his adorable little smiles. I advert my gaze as quickly as I can so my obvious ogling isn’t as obvious and go to finally retrieve my luggage.
Yeah this was gonna be a long week.
After everyone got pretty much all settled into their rooms, we all ended up coming back together to sit around the firepit to chat and enjoy some drinks. For this trip that Tyson orchestrated there are in total ten people staying in the house. Me, Tyson, obviously since it’s his house; Bowen, Cale, Grace, Alex Newhook, Mikko and his girlfriend Susanna, and lastly Nate and his supposed new girl who will be joining us later on in the week.
Apparently a group of the guys and their partners have been taking trips together at the end of the hockey season for a while now, and since growing closer with the team this year, I graciously got an invite.
Since it was getting later and a little bit more chilly, I grabbed a random sweatshirt that I saw already laying around in the living room before making my way outside to join everyone by the firepit. Getting closer I noticed that the only seat available just so happened to be next to Bowen.
Cale and Grace give each other a not so inconspicuous knowing look when they see me approaching. As soon as I sit down, a question is being thrown at me.
“Whose sweatshirt is that y/n?” Cale brings everyone's attention to me with a growing smirk on his face.
“I don’t know, I just found it in the living room.” I give Cale a questioning glare, trying to figure what his endgame is right now.
“It’s mine.” I hear that same raspy voice that I love and know so well. I feel my face start heating up at the idea of wearing Bowen’s sweatshirt. Am I wearing his name on my back right now, and I just didn’t even think to check earlier?
“Oh, uh. Sorry, I can give it back to you, if you want it.” I stumble out, now feeling awkward and a little embarrassed about how flustered I am getting over a simple sweatshirt.
Bowen gives me a little smile before replying back, “Nah, it’s fine. It looks better on you anyway.”
I clear my throat and stumble out an awkward ‘thanks’ at Bowen and then turn my attention to Grace right next to me so I don’t embarrass myself even more. What I don’t see though is the way Bowen's face immediately falls when I turn my back on him.
Around midnight is when everyone started to make their way back inside the house to start getting ready for bed. I was mindlessly scrolling through my social media, so I didn’t notice that mostly everyone had already gone inside.
“Y/n.” I look up at the mention of my name to notice that Bowen and I are the only ones left outside.
Also noticing the intense gaze I am receiving from Bowen, I quickly gather my things and stumble out, “Oh my gosh I didn’t notice everyone left already. I should head inside as well.”
Bowen is quicker though because he grabs ahold of my wrist, halting me in place before I make my very obvious escape.
“Hold on, please. Can you please talk to me?” Bowen pleads out.
“What do you mean? We’ve been talking all night.” I countered, trying one last time to get out of this conversation.
“We’ve been talking as a group all night yeah, but you couldn’t even make eye contact with me. You know what I mean. What’s been going on? Did I do something?” Bowen frowned.
At that moment I felt so guilty. I’ve been so focused on trying to ignore my feelings that I have developed that I ended up pushing my best friend away and hurting him in the process. I close my eyes and let out a deep breath. I knew I would eventually have to have this talk with Bowen during this week, but I just didn’t expect it to be on the very first night.
“Okay. Yeah, let’s talk.”
I lead the way down to the dock overlooking the lake and sit down to dangle my feet into the water. I know for a fact that Grace and Cale realized that we both haven’t come in behind them, so they are most likely snooping by the backdoor wondering what we are doing.
Bowen joins me, after slipping his shoes off and dangling his feet in as well.
“What’s been going on y/n?” Bowen asks again.
“I-I think I’m in love with you.” I blurt out. I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I await any type of response from Bowen. Taking a peek over at him, I see the pure shock on his face. Probably wasn’t the best idea to start off the conversation with that.
Taking his silence as a bad sign, I start spewing out whatever I can to try and calm the anxiety coursing through my veins. “I-I think I have known for a while and I just tried to ignore it, I guess. But then I realized that I was just pushing you away, an-and I never wanted to do that. Our friendship means that absolute world to me, and I would hate myself if anything I did, or-or my stupid feelings jeaporized that.” At some point during my little rant, a few tears escaped. I turn my head away as I try to hold back on a full on sob breaking loose.
“You think?” He eventually breaks the silence.
Confusedly, I turned my head back around and let out a strangled, “Huh?” I see the corners of Bowen’s mouth start curving up into a tiny smile, confusing me even more.
“You said, you think you’re in love with me.” He pointed out.
My eyebrows raise in question and I give him a little shrug, prompting him to elaborate more.
“Well… I’m pretty damn sure I’m in love with you.” Bowen softly declared.
My breath catches in my throat and my mouth turns as dry as the Sahara Desert. Those were definitely not the words I was expecting to come out of his mouth. He chuckles at my surprised face and scooches a little closer to my body to wipe a stray tear on my cheek.
“Are you serious?” I whisper out.
“Of course.” He whispered just as softly back to me as his head inched closer to mine.
My heart pounds in my chest as Bowen’s hand comes up to cradle my cheek. All of our pent up feelings and emotions that we both have been too afraid to admit all come crashing together as our lips finally meet. He kissed me gently, almost carefully, but after all this time gentleness was not what I wanted right now. Bowen let out a low groan as I pulled him flush against my body, my fists bunching up the collar of his shirt.
Before this could go any further, we both pull away breathlessly, basking in what truly just happened-- just now realizing how much our relationship is about to change.
“Fuck.” Bowen breathed out, running his hands over his face. “If I knew that was what it was like to kiss you I would’ve blurted out my feelings the day I met you.”
My ears perk up at his last few words and it seems like he also realizes what he just admitted, as his cheeks immediately turn a rosy color.
“You’ve liked me for that long?” I bashfully question.
Bowen runs his fingers through his hair and blows out a breath of air before answering, “Yeah, I-I mean… yeah I have.” He stumbles out, awkwardly letting out a laugh.
I lean my head on his shoulder and connect our hands, feeling super content and never wanting this moment to end. We take a moment to just sit on the dock-- with our feet hanging in the water, hands intertwined; and bask in the feeling of finally letting our feelings out into the open.
“You know everyone in that house is going to have a field day when they find out.” Bowen mumbles against my shoulder, before leaving a lingering kiss on the exposed skin.
“Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if they all had a bet going or something.” I chimed. I raise my head that had previously been resting on Bowen’s shoulder back up to look at him, and see that he is already smiling at me. “What?” I drawled, feeling my cheeks heating up under his gaze.
“You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?” He asked hesitantly.
My cheeks now feel on fire as I ponder on how I want to go about this. I raise my eyebrows up at him in question as I ponder out, “Do you want me in your bed tonight?”
Bowen gives me an almost incredulous look as he voiced, “Of course I want you in my bed.”
I just give him a simple nod and push my body up in a standing position, reaching out my hand to prompt Bowen to join me. “Okay, let’s go.”
Bowen immediately shoots up from his sitting position, clinging onto my hand as we make our way back up the yard to the sliding glass doors of the lake house. Just as I predicted earlier, Cale and Grace were totally snooping. Actually, the entire house was snooping. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen trying to act casual as we walked in, but as soon as they noticed our conjoined hands, all hell broke loose.
“I fucking knew it!”
“Aw you guys look so cute.”
“Bout time.”
“Ha! Nate, you owe me fifty bucks.”
I looked over at Bowen with an unimpressed look, “Told you they probably had a bet going on.” Meanwhile Bowen has an incredulous look coating his face watching his friends freak out over his newfound relationship. Instead of questioning our oddball friends, Bowen just simply shakes his head, letting out a little chuckle.
“Alright I’m heading up, I can’t deal with these idiots right now.” Bowen gives me a quick peck on the lips before announcing his departure for the night. Most of the others also start making their way up to their respective rooms for bed, the guys putting on a show of making kissy noises and making a few chirps as they follow Bowen up the stairs.
Grace joins me by the counter, making a show of wiggling her eyebrows at me. I’m smiling like an idiot as Cale also joins us, chuckling at my lovesick expression.
“You’re welcome.” Cale smirked.
I scrunch my face up in confusion as I question him back, “For what?”
“For introducing you two, duh.” Cale teased. Grace smacks him on the arm with a tut, making a show of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend. “Alright, seriously I am happy for you guys though.” He eventually relents.
My cheeks heat up from the attention but also from the thought of Bowen and I’s new relationship. Grace grabs me by the shoulders and starts pushing me in the direction of the staircase.
“Obviously I’m happy for you too. All I’ve wanted is the best for you and I think Bowen is just that. And with that being said, go get your mans!” She sends me off with a quick smack on my ass. I giggle the whole way up the stairs on the way into Bowen’s [now our] room feeling extremely giddy and content.
When I enter the room, all the lights except for the bathroom are already off, and it looks like Bowen is already settled into bed. So, I quickly do my night time routine and change into my pajamas before making my way over to the bed I will now be sharing for the week.
Bowen is awaiting me with his arms wide open, which I happily cuddle into the second I am under the covers. He buries his head into my neck, leaving featherlight kisses here and there.
“I love you.” Bowen mumbles into my neck. I card my fingers through his hair and kiss the top of his head as I mumble back those same words, in complete awe over how fast my life has changed in one night. We both knew that we would eventually be together, it just took a little time and a trip to Tyson Jost’s lakehouse for us to figure it out. This week will definitely be one for the books.
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