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shouyuus · 5 months ago

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─── Ⅵ FOR THE LOVE OF FLOWERS

violet; 4,403 words; fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, bartender!vi, florist!reader, (probably) incorrect depiction of florist/bartender life, sun and moon dynamic, so much pining, dad!vander, bff!mel, mylo and claggor being... mylo and claggor, mindless, tooth-rotting fluff, lapslock, no "y/n"

summary: in which you work at the flowershop directly across the street from the last drop.

a/n: happy belated valentines day!!! i know i have like a bunch of other wips but i wanted to write something cutesy and it's still valentines weekend for me so... i hope you guys enjoy! :)

─── Ⅵ THE FIRST TIME SHE SEES YOU, it’s valentine’s day — after a long night of serving drinks and arguing with progressively drunker and drunker men (doubtlessly hoping to land a lay at the bar the night before valentine’s) and a botched hookup attempt (vi texted; hookup did not respond. the crowd boos), the sight of you across the streets had felt something like a dream.

she’d always known about the flower shop directly opposite the small, two lane street from the last drop —

for the love of flowers.

it’s a cute name, written in looping, ornate script, and she’s never paid it much attention till now, what with her schedule being so opposite yours, but that morning (february 14th, she’ll never forget) she sees you, pushing open the gorgeous french windows and setting up the sign, in a teddybear coat that looked like a wayward cloud had wandered down to earth and made itself into a jacket, just for you.

you were humming — she doesn’t know how she knew this, but she did. she could just tell, from the way you moved through the motions of your morning routine like a dance, trailing delicate fingers along the wooden frame of your door before disappearing into the shop and reappearing a moment later with a vast bouquet of ruby-red roses.

the smile on your face had been nothing short of incandescent.

it’s been a full year since then (so they say, time slips by quick when you’ve got a crush — or, whatever) and somehow, she still doesn’t know your name.

she knows other things though — she knows the shape and weight of all your smiles, the way your eyes glitter when you’re helping a customer pick out their flowers. she knows there’s a very fluffy white cat that sometimes likes to sunbathe on the shop’s windowsill, and that when it does come to visit, you always have a warm bowl of milk ready. she knows the cadence of your mornings, the rhyme and rhythm of your opening and closing routines. she knows the colors of all your favorite dresses, and how you like to match them to your seemingly endless collection of cute little flats.

she knows your laughter sounds like bell-chimes, the few times she’s heard it ringing out across the street. she knows the fragments of your voice she’s sometimes overhead, carried on the autumn wind, sometimes reminds her of birdsong.

and, she knows that she doesn’t stand a chance.

“you do,” vander chimes, wiping down the bartop one morning, even as vi helps him stack the stools, the window facing the street thrown open. vi groans, unable to help the way her eyes flicker towards it, towards the shape of your flower-shop across the street, where she knows that in about 10 minutes exactly, you’ll throw open your own white-paneled windows and start prepping for your day.

“how could you possibly know that?” vi asks, crinkling her nose at the whine that sneaks into her voice.

vander makes a sound not unlike an amused bear before slinging the large washcloth onto his shoulder and shooting her a fox-sly grin, his eyes beetle-dark and twinkling.

“just trust your old man on this, yeah? it’s valentine’s day tomorrow, so trot on over after we close… and buy ‘er some flowers. see how that goes, hm?”

vi chews on her lip — it sounds simple enough when vander says it like that but…

heat plumes up the back of her neck at the thought of you, in one of your myriad dresses, perhaps with leggings on underneath to protect against the mid-february chill, the flower patterned apron tied around your waist, a pair of red scissors tucked into the front pocket.

she’s shaking her head before she can stop herself.

“no — i — i can’t, she doesn’t even know i exist — how creepy would it be to just show up and —”

vander cuts her off with a massive hand on her shoulder, giving her a tiny shake that nonetheless makes vi’s head wobble.

“she does know you exist,” vander says, and from up this close, vi can almost see her own reflection in the dark of his eyes. “just… give it a go. and if it doesn’t work… i’ll cover all your drinks here for a week.”

vi puffs out an incredulous laugh.

“vander, i work here — i already drink for free.”

vander chuckles, “fine then, you’ll get the next two weekends off, how’s that?”

vi’s face brightens, “really? and… if it does go well?” she taps her fingers nervously against the worn wooden bar.

vander’s grin widens by degrees, “then… you’ll get the two weekends off anyway — for your first and second dates, sound good?”

vi blinks, staring up at vander for a solid few seconds before laughing and holding out her hand.

“yeah, sure — thanks old man.”

vander huffs, taking her hand in his and giving it a soft pat, and for a moment, vi feels the inexplicable urge to throw her arms around him and bury her face in his chest like she used to when she was still small enough for him to lift onto his shoulders. instead, she only swallows and gives his hand a tight squeeze.

his whole face softens as he lifts a hand to cluck at her chin, chuckling as she scowls and makes a half-hearted attempt to duck away.

“that’s my girl.”

vi turns away with burning cheeks and a giddy smile spreading across her face. she makes her way to the back where the door opens out onto the alley where the delivery truck for the next night’s liquors is already idling. she waves at the benzo, and reaches into the back for a crate of fresh beer bottles, counting down the seconds till tomorrow morning.

she doesn’t see, across the street, the flicker of lights click on in your shop or hear the slight creak of hinges as you push open the windows, shivering slightly in the pre-dawn wind. she doesn’t see the way you crane your neck out to try and catch a glimpse of her, of the tiny pout that pushes at your lips when you don’t see her familiar silhouette in the bar’s old, wooden window.

she doesn’t see the way your shoulders slump, or the way you glance down at your fingers, clutching at the window sill as you try to tell yourself that maybe, maybe this time, you’ll go over and talk to her. she doesn’t see you mouthing the words to yourself, as if going over lines for a stage-play — hi! i hope this isn’t too weird but… i’ve seen you across the street almost every day and… i just thought… well… would i be able to buy you a drink?

you shake your head, groaning inwardly to yourself as you slip back into your shop and grab the large sign that usually goes out front, boasting of the currently in-season flowers and any discounts you might be having.

“god, who even offers to buy a bartender a drink? she’ll probably think i’m an idiot or something —”

“i’m sure it’s not the first time she’s heard that line before, darling,” mel says, barely glancing up from behind the register, taking stock of the previous day’s sales.

“yeah, and i’m willing to be that it’s sucked for her every single time.”

“you won’t know till you’ve tried it,” mel sing-songs, even as she sighs and rounds the register to help you pick out the most eye-catching flowers for the outdoor display.

you scowl down at a fresh batch of roses, just in time for valentine’s day. you reach for your scissors and start the methodical work of ridding them of all their thorns.

by the time you carry the floral display outside and duck back in for the sign, it’s to catch a glimpse of vi, laughing as she jokes around with a pair of boys (who you’ve surmised by now also work at the bar), her ducking beneath an attempted jab and jumping up to loop her arm around one of them in a headlock. the sound of their yelps and laughter rings bright and clear against the mid-morning sky, a second before the wind kicks up and sends the hem of your dress fluttering.

you squeak, pushing it down, your eyes slingshotting back across the street, but vi’s already gone, disappeared into the back alley, the memory of her voice still echoing in your chest like the opening bars of a love song you’ve always known, but can never remember the lyrics of.

you catch sight of vander as he reaches out to close the window of the last drop, and for a second, your eyes meet. he cocks his head, a knowing grin slung across his lips even as you blush and raise your hand in greeting. he pauses to dip his head at you, before turning to say something to someone you can’t quite see, and then he’s turning back, lifting a hand to his lips as if to say — your secret’s safe with me.

something thuds in your chest as he shoots you a furtive wink and pulls the window shut.

“darling? come help me with these snapdragons — i can never get them to sit as nicely as you do.”

you turn and hurry back into the shop, your mind spinning even as you busy yourself with the task of arranging the shop for opening.

the day passes by in a whirlwind of cut-stems and wrapping paper, of satin ribbon and hard twine. and by the time you’re closing up shop, the familiar, heart-warming glow of light is already pouring from the window of the last drop, and a few seconds later, you see the heart-rending shape of vi as she pushes through the front door, holding it open with a hip to let vander through, chattering about this or that.

you whip around before she can catch you staring and busy yourself with checking over the leftover flowers from the outside display, warmth creeping up the back of your neck. you’re sure you can feel the weight of her eyes on you, and you tell yourself that it’s nothing — just something friendly, or neighborly, or — something bumps against your ankle and you glance down to find poro the cat twining herself between your legs.

“hey there,” you greet, bending down to pick her up. poro lets out a pleased mewl, purring loudly as you run your fingers through her silken fur, “we missed you today — but you never liked the big crowds, huh?” you smile, making your way to the window and setting her down on the wide ledge. she spins herself around twice before settling, her fluffy tail wrapping around her paws as she watches you with large, sky-blue eyes.

across the street, vi watches, her heart in her throat, and nearly walks into the edge of the door with an armful of empty crates, catching herself three seconds before faceplanting into the pavement. behind her, mylo lets out a bark of laughter even as claggor groans, shaking his head and sidestepping them both back into the bar.

“y’know, this whole lesbian pining thing’s gone on for a bit too long,” mylo says, spinning a beer bottle opener around his index finger as he and vi make their way in behind claggor.

“shut the fuck up,” vi snipes, shouldering passed mylo towards the stairs leading to the basement, her stomach twisting at the thought of perhaps asking you out in less than 24 hours. she sighs, dropping the crates into a corner and turning to leave again, only to find mylo leaning against the narrow stairwell, staring at her with the a sanctimonious smirk.

her eyes narrow, “you’re one to talk,” she grumbles, making her way back to stare him straight in the eyes; she sees him falter, the flash of uncertainty in his eyes before he squares up again, puffing out his chest, “how long’ve you been thirsting after the lead singer of that indie band again? two years now? three?”

“th-that’s different!” mylo insists, stumbling after her as vi shoves passed him back up the stairs.

vi cocks an eyebrow, reaching up to grab a barstool, setting it on the floor with a loud clack.

“yeah? how so?”

mylo licks his lips, “it’s — she — she’s like a celebrity, y’know? so it’s — it’s normal that i haven’t —”

“what celebrity? her band plays here like every other week — you’ve had more facetime with gert over the past few years than i’ve had with —” vi gestures towards the door, “flowergirl, in like… ever!”

on the opposite end of the bar, claggor is helping vander wipe down tables, glancing up from his work with a deep sigh.

“so is she gonna do it, or what?”

vander grunts, “think she actually might, tomorrow morning.”

“yeah? how’d you convince her?”

vander shrugs, “offered her two weekends off.”

claggor snorts, “figures. well — if it finally gets the two of them together then…” he mimics wiping sweat off his brow and shaking off his fingers. vander laughs, nodding.

“one can only hope.” he casts another glance towards where vi and mylo are now locked in a full-out brawl, vi having pinned mylo’s face to the recently wiped bar top with his arm twisted behind his back.

across the street, you’re sighing into a handful of Iron Plant leaves, stripping out the ones with yellowing tips and keeping the most vibrant ones for the next day.

“you’ll age yourself if you keep sighing like that,” mel says, reaching over your shoulder to pluck a particularly green leaf from the bunch and swatting at your head as if it were a feather-duster.

you frown, wiping your hands on your apron before moving to the next batch of leaves.

“it’s just… been so long and i — i don’t even think she’s looked at me.”

mel groans, “oh trust me — she has.”

“you keep saying that, but i’ve never —”

“just because you’ve never seen it, darling, doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened.” she reaches out to tug the sheers from your hand with dexterous fingers. she snaps them once, the sharp snip making you wince.

“yes, yes — i know…” you lick your lips, glancing at the window. outside, the setting sun has burnished the entire street in gold. a second later, the door of the last drop swings open again and vi appears, her eyes casting towards your shop and for a fraction of a second — no longer than a hummingbird’s wingbeat — your eyes meet.

the contact is electric, scintillating and strange — it shocks through you, staticking through all your nerve endings till your fingers and toes are tingling with it — the buzzing energy, the potential of something.

anything —

more.

and then, mylo bumps into vi as he clambers by, and the moment is broken, the tenuous connection between you shattering like sugar-string. vi shoves mylo back hard, and by the time she looks back, you’ve melted back into the flower-decked interior of the shop.

it is a long night, though in general, the one before valentines day always is. too many bruised egos, sloshing over the sides of beer steins. too many puffed-up, washed-up, has-beens, wandering the darkened corners of the town in search of a warm body inside which they might partake in the delicate art of forgetting. and in vi’s experience, wounded prides have never mixed well with alcohol — no matter what the occasion.

so by the morning, she’s exhausted, the sunrise greeting her in all its fool’s gold glory.

vander gives her a pat on the back and slides an irish coffee down the bar towards her. she stares at the white frothy top before cracking him a grin and chugging down half in a single gulp, wincing slightly a the sharp bite of whiskey.

vander laughs, shrugging as vi stares at the remainder of the glass.

“thought you could use a little liquid courage.”

vi sniffs, sucks in a breath, and downs the rest of the drink, raising the empty glass to vander before sliding it back down the bar. vander reaches out to catch it in a single smooth motion, waving her off.

“right, now go on and get your girl.”

vi coughs, “she’s not my —”

claggor tuts, “just go already — we’ll finish up here —”

vi opens her mouth as if to respond, but at another hard look from vander, she deflates, grumbling to herself as she drags the back of her hand across her lips to make sure there’s no residual whipped cream, before pushing out the door, bracing herself against the mid-february wind.

the street is nearly empty this early in the morning, and the dawning sunlight has yet to settle into it’s usual richness, still a bit wane, papering the street in the palest shade of gold. on the opposite horizon, the night is is bleeding out the last dregs of its own inky darkness, a crescent moon hung like a ghostly petal, floating across the surface of a late winter sky.

vi shoves both her hands into her jacket pockets and hunches her shoulders against a kick of wind, half-jogging across the thin, two-lane street just as you push your windows open.

“oh! hi! uhm —” your voice is just as beautiful as she’s always known it would be.

vi squeezes her fists inside her pockets, scuffing her feet against the pavement as she watches the way your cheeks flush rose-petal-pink, and then you’re ducking back into the store, only to appear a second later, stepping through the front door in a velvet dress red as holly-berries (or perhaps just the shade of bleeding hearts), your usual apron tied around your waist, a thin scarf looped around your neck to protect against the chill.

“hey! sorry to just — randomly run across the street like this —” she waves a hand awkwardly at the last drop, closing up behind her.

you shake your head, pressing your palms to the front of your apron, “no! it’s okay — actually i —”

“i wanted to ask — oh, sorry no —” she speaks over you in her haste, backtracking immediately, even as you flap your hands, seemingly just as flustered as she is.

“no, no! it’s fine — what did you want to ask?” you open your hands, expectant.

and you’re looking at her, gods, you’re looking at her. and vi can’t think for the rabbit’s foot thump of her heart, beating inside her chest, making her vision swim as a rush of blood floods her ears, washing out all sound except for the silver-bell chime of your voice. she digs her nails into her palms, clearing her throat.

“uh… it’s just… i was — i was wondering — shit — well, okay — say… i wanted to get someone flowers —”

you blink, your eyes flickering between both of hers at her words. and then, you turn, if only to keep her from seeing the way your expression falls, ever so slightly.

“oh… yeah? okay, sure — i can help you with that — do you know what kind of flowers you’d like?” you lead her into the main body of your shop, holding the door open for her.

vi steps through, scratching at the back of her neck, glancing around, trying not to seem so overwhelmed by the utter explosion of fragrance and color.

“th-that’s the thing though — i — i mean, i don’t know anything about flowers so — i thought — i wanted to ask for your help —” she glances back at you; you clear your throat and look away, reaching out to brush a finger along the petal of a single red rose, lying in the middle of a perfectly cut square of wax paper.

“uh… yeah, i — i can do that — uhm — i’m assuming this is a… romantic kind of floral-endeavor?” you ask, bracingly, making a small attempt at your usual humor.

vi purses her lips, the freckles dusted across her nose made all the more prominent by the way she blushes.

“yeah — sort of.”

you take a deep breath, then start to make your way around the shop.

“okay, well — do you know their favorite color or… anything?”

vi follows a few steps behind, glancing around for any indication before she sighs.

“uhm… i know she likes colors in general — bright ones —”

you pause over a display of button mums the color of honey.

“oh! cool okay —” you make to move away again but vi jerks forward, reaching out in an abortive movement, her hand caught in midair as you turn. you stare, unable to entirely keep the skip from your heartbeat.

“i just — holy fuck —” she runs a hand over her face, looking strangely abashed as she drops her hand, squeezing her fingers into fists before letting them loose again. you wonder, for a moment, why she might be so nervous before she licks her lips and continues, “— so — say you were going to get flowers from someone… on valentine’s day —”

you go almost preternaturally still.

“uh… huh…”

vi chews on her bottom lip so hard you’re worried, for a second, that she might draw blood. still, she looks anywhere but at you.

“w-what kind of flowers w-would you uh — would you want them to get you?”

you stare at her for a beat, and then another. a tentative hope blossoms in your chest, a single creeping vine at first, threading through your veins. you lick your lips, clasping your hands behind your back, worrying at your own fingers.

“d-depends… would this person be uhm… asking me out? or…” you trail off.

vi nods, almost too eager, taking half a step forward.

“y-yeah! maybe — if you’re… open to being asked out —”

“i — i am!” you blurt out. heat plumes into your skin like the first wisteria bloom of spring, one at first, and then another, then another — tiny flowers popping open, fragrant and shockingly violet until your chest is full of them.

“great! so… uh… the flowers —?” vi lets out a soft chuckle.

your lashes flutter, and then, you spring into movement. anything to dance off the mid-summer fire collecting beneath your skin.

“oh! sorry — right — i guess i’d like… gardenias, for secret love,” you say, rounding the shop towards the large white blooms, your heartbeat a riotous mess, clattering against your ribs as you pluck out a few of the choicest flowers. behind you, vi watches, her heart caught in the back of her throat, her breath lost somewhere in the air between you.

“maybe… a few pink camelias, for longing —” you move through to the other side of the shop, collecting the flowers one by one, your fingers trembling as you tug each of them from their stands, “hydrangeas for understanding… or at least —” you suck in a breath, “i hope…”

“y-yeah — i — i hope so too — i mean — that’s good, that’s perfect —”

you swallow, turning around to show her the budding bouquet, but when you hold out the flowers, she barely spares them a glance, her eyes fixed on you.

“y-you’re — they’re uh… beautiful.”

“u-uhm — and then… a few fillers…” you say, oddly breathless, if only to fill in the electric quiet, the air thrumming with it, as lightning might brew beyond a monsoon sky.

you finish the bouquet with a piece of twine, smiling down at your own handiwork. the flush in your cheeks only grows as you turn to offer them to her, and she smiles, pursing her lips.

“is… is there a card or something i could —” she motions towards the flowers.

you nod passed the giddiness collecting in your throat.

“s-sure! and… who —” you gulp again, tugging a small red-heart shaped card from the cash register, “who might this be for?”

vi lets out a helpless laugh, “i… i was hoping that’d be kind of obvious…”

you hesitate for a second longer before scribbling your name at the top of the card. vi leans over to read it; the way she says your name makes your chest stitch, your lungs constrict.

“and…” you finally allow yourself to look up at her, your pen hovering over the from line on the card. her gaze, when you meet it, is the most gorgeous morning-glory blue.

“vi — violet,” she says.

you smile, “pretty name.” before bending down to write it on the card as well.

“thanks. yours… isn’t so bad either,” she says, reaching for her wallet.

you wave her away.

“on the house.”

vi cocks an eyebrow, “i don’t think that’s how buy someone valentine’s day flowers works.”

you crinkle your nose, “it is if the person you’re buying them for runs a flower shop.”

at this, vi laughs, the sound sweet and clear as a winter’s thaw. you find yourself giggling too, looking down at the bouquet with soft eyes.

“how about… you buy this for me… and you let me… buy you a drink tonight?” you ask, setting the flowers aside and pressing your palms to the register top. vi blinks.

“yeah?” vi’s smile lopes to the side, a sharp, dangerous twinkle caught behind her eyes, “and… what would you be getting me?”

you trail a light finger along the length of the register with a small shrug.

“actually… i was going to ask — say someone were to buy you a drink for valentine’s day…”

vi puffs out a breath, her gaze darkening by degrees.

“uh huh.”

“what kind of drink would you want them to get you?”

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lvsrckk · 14 days ago

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how you get the girl

||*. aphrodite! daughter x percy jackson

warnings: none ! a little angst if you squint

summary: the one where your siblings come up with outrageous plans to try and win percy over.

a/n: i hope you like!!! feel free to request

you had been in love with percy jackson for exactly one year, four months, and seven days.

not that you were counting. (you were. obsessively. quietly. hopelessly.)

it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. not to you.

you were supposed to be the one with the upper hand. the one who knew love better than anyone, who had hearts wrapped around her little finger. you were a child of aphrodite, after all, fluent in affection, fluent in flirting, fluent in pretending none of it ever mattered.

but it did. with him, it did. every single glance from percy made your stomach flutter like a butterfly trap. every time he laughed near you, you felt like your heart was cracking wide open just to make room for more of him.

you never meant to fall in love with percy jackson.

but gods, you did. completely.

you loved the way he grinned when he was nervous. the way he talked to animals like they could understand him—and, sometimes, they actually did. you loved how he fought like his life was worth less than everyone else’s. how he always gave everything he had and still somehow found more to give.

you loved the way he said your name. like it was safe in his mouth.

and because you loved him so much, you never told him.

because he was a hero. and you? you were soft touches and shiny lips and campfire stories no one took seriously. you were all heart and no armor. and the idea of letting him see that was terrifying.

so you did what you did best.

you kept it hidden beneath your perfectly applied lip gloss and practiced smiles.

you watched him from afar. memorized his laugh. remembered every dumb joke he told, even the ones that made no sense. you let yourself dream in the quiet hours (when the world was still and no one was watching.) when you could pretend for just a moment that maybe, maybe, he already knew.

it should have stayed your secret.

but, of course, it didn’t.

you were sitting cross-legged on the floor of the aphrodite cabin, braiding drew’s hair in front of the vanity when it all fell apart.

the conversation was harmless enough. light, bubbly, and buzzing with summer heat.

“okay, but seriously,” drew said, twisting a strand of her dark, flawless hair. “if percy jackson asked you on a date, you’d say yes, right? like, who wouldn’t?”

you snorted. “please, everyone has a crush on percy. that’s not news.”

but your hands froze for just a second too long. your voice cracked in the middle of the word crush.

drew’s eyes widened like you’d just told her you’d secretly been married to him for months.

“oh my gods,” she gasped. “you’re in love with him.”

you shook your head too quickly. “what? no. no, i—”

“you totally are!” she screeched, spinning around to face you. “you’ve been acting all dreamy lately whenever he’s around! and you were watching him during capture the flag like you were in a trance!”

you opened your mouth to protest, but then mitchell leaned in, eyes wide and gleaming.

“wait, is that why you always sit by the strawberry fields at lunch?” mitchell whispered. “because he walks by there?”

you buried your face in your hands. “i hate both of you.”

they giggled and squealed like you’d given them the juiciest gossip of the summer.

and then, of course, silena beauregard, your cabin’s unofficial voice of reason, looked up from her magazine and said calmly, “well, it’s about time.”

“excuse me?” you blinked at her, startled.

“please,” silena said, inspecting her nails. “we’ve all known for months. you think we don’t notice when you go full heart eyes in the dining pavilion every time he says ‘pass the salt’?”

you groaned dramatically and flopped backward onto your bed.

“can we please not make this a thing?” you mumbled.

but of course, it became a thing.

they called it operation get percy to fall in love with you without you actually having to say anything.

spoiler: it went horribly.

plan A was a handwritten love letter, perfumed and sealed with a kiss, meant to “mysteriously” end up in his cabin. drew was supposed to deliver it. she accidentally left it on clarisse’s bunk.

clarisse confronted you at breakfast the next morning and said, “i’m flattered, but no thanks.” percy was sitting three seats down and nearly choked on his blue pancakes.

plan b was a “spontaneous” invitation to a romantic stargazing event hosted by the aphrodite cabin. percy showed up.. with annabeth.

“she said it sounded suspicious, so she came to scope it out,” he explained cheerfully. “you know, in case it was a trap or something.”

you didn’t cry. you just went back to your cabin and screamed into your pillow until your mascara ran.

plan c was a tray of aphrodite blessed cupcakes with a touch of love potion. they were blue, of course, because percy only liked blue desserts. you handed him one, blushing, practically vibrating with nervous energy.

he smiled sweetly… and gave it to grover as a thank you for helping him fix his sword strap.

twenty minutes later, grover tried to marry a pine tree.

by the time plan d involved a cursed necklace that made people walk toward their “true love,” you were done.

you weren’t even mad anymore. just exhausted.

some part of you started to believe the universe was making a point: stop trying. it’ll never happen. he’ll never see you the way you see him.

you’d been quiet ever since.

until one golden late afternoon, when you found percy sitting alone on the dock by the canoe lake.

he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

his shoulders were hunched, eyes distant, the light of the setting sun washing over his face like honey. he was tossing pebbles into the water one at a time, lost in thought.

you knew you should turn back.

but you didn’t.

your feet carried you toward him before your brain could catch up.

he glanced up when he heard you approach, and the tiredness in his eyes melted just a little.

“hey,” he said.

you sat beside him, careful not to sit too close.

“hey.”

he flicked another rock into the water. the splash was small and silent.

“you okay?” he asked without looking at you.

you hesitated. “yeah,” you lied. “you?”

he let out a soft breath. “just… tired. everything feels kind of heavy lately.”

you looked at him. not the hero. not the son of poseidon. not the legend.

just him. just a boy.

“you don’t always have to carry everything by yourself, you know,” you said gently.

his eyes flicked toward you, startled.

you gave him a soft smile. “it’s okay to let someone take care of you sometimes.”

he didn’t say anything for a long moment.

then, quietly, he said, “thanks.”

your chest ached.

you wanted to kiss him.

you wanted to run.

instead, you just sat there, shoulder to shoulder, as the sun sank lower and the lake shimmered in silence.

you didn’t sleep that night.

you returned to the aphrodite cabin feeling drained, wanting nothing but to collapse into your sheets.

but silena was waiting at the door, arms folded, lips pursed.

“no more ridiculous schemes,” she said.

you blinked. “wait. really?”

she nodded. “i mean it.”

for a second, you thought she was giving up.

but then she added, “you don’t need theatrics. you don’t need potions or plans. this isn’t a tragedy, y/n. it’s a love story.”

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your hands.

“aren’t those the same thing?” you asked quietly.

silena walked over and took your face in her hands. her expression was soft.

“only when people wait too long to say what’s in their heart.”

you swallowed. “what if he doesn’t feel the same?”

“then at least you’ll stop torturing yourself wondering,” she whispered. “and you’ll be free.”

free.

you didn’t sleep. you just thought.

the next morning, you found percy by the stables, brushing down blackjack. the pegasus neighed when he saw you and nudged percy in the back.

percy turned, surprised. then he smiled.

“hey,” he said, and it was so simple. so him.

you took a shaky breath. “i need to tell you something.”

he blinked. “uh, okay.”

you looked at him. really looked at him.

messy hair. sea glass eyes. kind hands.

“i’ve liked you for a really long time,” you said, voice shaking. “like… stupidly long. and i know you probably don’t feel the same, and that’s okay. i just needed you to know. because pretending not to feel it hurts more than telling you the truth.”

he stared at you, stunned.

you felt your heart start to shrivel.

but then—

“wait,” he said. “you… like me?”

you nodded.

he laughed. it wasn’t cruel. just breathless.

“i thought you were way out of my league,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “i figured i didn’t have a shot.”

you blinked. “you’re percy jackson.”

he smiled.

“and you’re you.”

you kissed him.

he kissed you back.

it was slow and soft, like both of you were afraid to break the moment. his hands slid gently to your waist. your fingers curled into his hair. the world faded into golden light and the sound of your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

when you pulled away, he looked dazed.

“i’m really glad you told me,” he said.

you grinned. “me too.”

your cabin exploded when you got back.

“i knew it,” drew screamed.

“was it plan f or plan g?” mitchell cried.

“no, it was plan honesty,” silena said with a little smile.

you didn’t stop smiling for days.

you still weren’t used to it—his hand in yours, the way he kissed your temple when no one was looking. the way he looked at you like you were made of starlight.

you weren’t dreaming anymore.

you were living your love story.

and for the first time in your life…

you were happy to be hopeless.

a/n pt 2!: lmk if you want a follow up w a first date ;)

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romcomeon · 8 days ago

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❯❯ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 「 04 / 07 」 : SILVERLININGS.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 + 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 :: mystery x gn! reader, where reader is the assigned make-up artist of the saja boys just a couple hours before their unofficial debut. how about that?

❥ makeup artist! reader whose soul quells in the stomach of eternal flame, though granted a new life.

❥ makeup artist! reader who coincidentally bumped into Jinu, seeing as he's looking for all the help he can get for his grand, masterful plan to defeat the hunters.

❥ makeup artist! reader who soon met the other members of the Saja Boys, each with their own style and role, almost a caricature of their past selves. They would know, it's not often you get to meet fellow demons who have retained bits of their humanity.

❥ makeup artist! reader who soon warms up to the boys as they help prepare them for their grand entrance. Having to now call them by their stage names as those identities have been whisked away to a past long forgotten.

Well, kind of.

❥ makeup artist! reader who finds themselves intrigued by one of the members. Truly, it becomes quite a baffling, profound and collective curiosity as to how the white-haired mysterious hottie from the soon-to-be-newest sky-rocketting boy band looked like.

And makeup artist! reader who was fortunate enough to meet him.

Eye to eye.

❯❯ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 — "AS PER USUAL."

It appears that there was an added curse after a soul trade.

"Rrrgh..."

For all instances, it is easier to mistake you for a mortuary cosmetologist. A case in point are your most recent clients after your whimsy old life had been traded away, and instead of being a fest, you found yourself trapped beneath the grueling depths of the Honmoon.

How tragic. Poor you.

Would be what others could have said a million times already if you weren’t enjoying your new job. It was a gambit of sorts, and by your honest intuition, you wouldn’t have it any other way—apart from a better schedule and some more compliant customers up your doorstep who don’t immediately demand you for a sharp contour for both their human disguises and their clinically better, truer selves.

Today was like any other.

Special orders with a hefty (and fair) price. With a brush balancing among your fingers, there you were with your large duffle bag seconds away from falling off the tall stool, your hand tightly gripping on the demon’s chin. Tilting his head upward, you observed the ever-present marks lightly show themselves even beneath the layer of foundation and powder-on.

You could only shake your head. "Hold still..."

Colorful lines of opalescent ombre littered against his neck, slowly branching upward towards the cheek you had painted on. Emitting a faint, maroon glow with every subtle brush of your skin against his. It tickled. These marks were less random and more of a series; a fungi or a tree though it grows not from beneath the ground, but on its surface. For Gwi-Ma’s sake, you could already have used a full bottle and dump it on his body but no, those patterns decided to be extra.

It never helped how twitchy Mystery was during the whole process.

That was putting it lightly.

“Mystery,” you say, frowning. Even clicking your tongue to catch the man’s attention.

Mystery lets out a low growl, his lips pouting a tad whilst your free hand carefully lifts up the soft strands of light purple hair. He never said anything. As always.

Your shoulders fall, taking a breath. “I know you don’t really like when I’m doing this—but—I promise, I’ll be done.”

You take a glance at those eyes; bright, golden yellow, yet it never exuded a tinge of warmth. Cold, sharp, shared by you and the others.

Others.

Not many other people have ever witnessed such a sight. Obviously, given how these are where his patterns would go and surprise the beholder most erratically, pulsing as if they’re veins carrying blood from a fire-sung heart. Familiar, shimmering light with your own markings reacting to his.

It was uncontrolled, in a sense, though you’d close your eyes and shake any thoughts of it than dwell any further. Not how his sharp nose ends at a gently upward curve. How his lips would purse out. Or how his eyes would rest up his cheekbone, dropping low as you continue to tilt his head upward, taking in the crisp jaw that slowly transitions to an otherwise smooth neck.

It was as if he felt the same.

Over and over and over again.

Mystery’s gaze locked into yours the moment you’ve glanced at his uncovered eyes, and while you weren’t looking at him directly, you would feel it wander, following your movement oh so carefully.

Oh so gently.

He would still hiss lightly at concealer or growl when you accidentally got power near the corner of his lips, but there he sat. There he observed. There, right there on that old, dark blue stool with your minimal studio lighting and consecutive phone calls from Jinu. All ignored.

“Mystery.”

You say but he never responds. Not even a slight grumble from his throat.

Clicking your tongue, you tilted his chin even more upwards. You watch as his eyes squint at the glimpse of your overhead lamp, grabbing a silver pencil and lining his under eyelid. “Stay like this for a moment. Okay? This'll be quick.”

No response.

Although his actions came to a halt. Calmed down, looking like he was processing your words still.

He doesn’t quite understand.

After a few finishing touches, you took a final step back, closely admiring your work. “All's good, Mystery.”

You were quite proud of yourself, and your work. Stunning. So obviously you weren't past your prime yet. Though, you can't help but watch as your client just sat there. Never even looking back, just there. Unresponsive. While could be a preferred state for most artists, this certainly wasn't like him.

Confused, you asked, “Mystery?”

Again, silence.

"Mystery?"

He looks over to the side, almost ignoring you.

You quirked a brow. “Yejun?”

His head twitched slightly at the name, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. They stayed fixed on the blurred edge of the mirror. His lips parted like he might say something.

Nothing came.

You caught the faintest shift in his breath—some slow inhale.

Eye-widening, yes, though you shake off any other thought. Only giving him a small laugh. “Yejun, you have to get used to that name now. That’s what they’ll call you.”

You glance at his newly painted face, then at his gaze. It hadn’t followed you this time. “They’ll all scream it at the top of their lungs and you’ll get sick of it.”

Mystery looked at you in offense; brows furrowed, teeth bared, long nails digging into whatever they grasped on. The hair held up earlier gracefully fell on his face, covering up a majority of your work. Particularly the eyes, even when you can see bits of the cold yellow as it has yet to be properly styled. Only left to the eyes were his nose and those lips, whom while you were proud of, just doesn't hit as hard as those wondrous, pools of cold highlighter fluid-

What are you thinking?

You should expect this. Most of it hidden, with none of the world being the wiser of his expressions and wandering glances. You figured it was a waste of good looks, but alas, it was for the persona.

Even when he looked like some missing dog.

Another chuckle escapes your lips, half-hearted. “Don’t give me that.”

You walked towards Mystery as you fixed his hair, making sure the bangs cover as much of his eyes as possible. “As much as I would love to stay here with you, I still have other clients. Contouring the other guy’s abs takes me half an hour and you know that.”

Pause.

“Come back here if you need anything, okay?”

There was no dramatic confession. No whispered longing. Just the quiet weight of his gaze and the way it softened when it landed on you. His lips parted again, however you didn’t need the words.

A promise, maybe.

You stepped away, finally. The light stayed on behind you, casting soft shadows over him. Over both of you.

He didn’t call your name. But you heard it anyway.

❯❯ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎? : back to masterlist.

𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊𝙉; 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 / 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨. 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙥 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙥, 𝙢𝙬𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙬𝙖𝙝!

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gigi-loveless · 1 year ago

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Hiii is it alright if I request for a College!Camgirl!Ellie x college!reader? Could I also have a specific 💐 tag for when I ask things 😭😭?

PS: I love your work so fucking much, on my knees for them 💗🙏🏻

-💐

જ⁀➴ yes angel!! thank you <3 sorry this took so long btw!! lowkey had a bender over spring break and didn’t write 🫣

warnings: 18+, squirting, pet names, service top!ellie, camgirl!ellie, consensual video recording. photo credits to @ellies.galaxy on tiktok!

reqs are open 𝜗𝜚

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“you can take it baby. know my girl can.” the auburn haired girl whispered, while guiding your hips to sink fully down on her brand new strap on that sits erect on her pale lap. the aforementioned 8 inch, lavender toy was generously gifted by one of her followers, with a message attached that simply said “to break her in.”

since moving in with ellie, you’ve gradually learned so much about her….possibly more than a roommate should. first, it was her adorable obsession with vintage video games, then the way she brings home little rocks and treasures she finds on the walk to class, then…it was finding her nude in front of a camera with your “missing” thong smothering her face.

but, you couldn’t possibly resist helping her, huh?

the video garnered tons, TONS of donations, likes, and subscriptions. her followers loved that it wasn’t a staged “getting caught” cliche, and that you fully indulged in her perverse energy. since then, she’s gotten lots of requests to keep you around in her videos, which you are more than happy to oblige.

the tip nudges against your cervix, a soft bulge appearing on your abdomen. as she shifts to zoom in on the precious sight, your long forgotten homework falls off the bed, papers sliding all across the floor.

“y’see that? how she’s fuckin swallowing me?” ellie asks the camera as she zooms in on the aforementioned “she”, being your fully stuffed cunt.

“els…please move….” you pant, digging your fingernails into her thighs as an anchor. “i…i’ll do….any-thng…” you whine desperately, dying to just rut into ellie’s hips on your own, but you know better. the first (and last) time you made that mistake, she tied you up with the vibrator on the highest setting for two hours, live-streaming the whole ordeal.

hey, at least she made over $500 off of it.

“show em how you feel, angel.�� ellie coos, thrusting in and out agonizingly slow, propping the camera up on her dresser, the perfect angle to capture your doe eyes rolling effortlessly into the back of your head.

“els….ohmgd…please harder!”

without a word, ellie gets the most intriguing smirk on her face, massaging her calloused fingers into your hips for a moment….then suddenly gripping onto them, bouncing you on her cock unrelentingly. screaming her name, your legs go numb. every time your trembling hands go to grip onto her waist for support, she nudges you off, growing wetter and wetter watching you unable to stabilize yourself. a thin white ring forms around the base of her cock, that she scrambles to grab the camera and zoom in on.

“look at that…fuck.” she reaches down and thumbs on your clit, causing you to buck down into her even harder, if that’s possible at this point.

“gna…gna cum els….pleaseee…” you stare right into the camera, knowing that she’s gonna replay that moment over and over again later just to see the pathetic desperation in your eyes, your perfect pout penetrating her every thought.

“go ahead angel, cum all over this cock. show me how good it feels in you. how….how…god…how good i feel in you.”

those last words send you over the edge, collapsing into her while your entire body twitches. your tight, slick walls clench around the toy for the final time, her thumb on your clit encouraging you to drench ellie’s stomach and sheets.

“fuck…i got that shit on camera. you’re so goddamn hot.” she pans the camera down to her toned stomach, where your wetness is splattered. the euphoria hasn’t worn off yet, your eyelids heavy, vision blurry as ellie smooths down your hair delicately, throwing the camera onto her chair and cradling your head into her lap.

“such a good girl f’me…..”

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everythingmp3 · 12 days ago

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wilder than she seems

adult!Van x fem!reader

plot: when you come back to your hometown for the summer, finding love - or even just lust - is the last thing you expect. but, while you were gone, someone new moved to town and the moment you first catch a glimpse of her, you know: she´s gonna be mine. I´ll make sure of it.

authors note: hi! I liked the idea of Van starting over fresh in a small town and dating again after a long time of being alone, so this came of that <3 hope you enjoy it! (ca. 9k words)

warnings: smut (both receiving but more focused on reader), outdoor sex

you and Van were similar in many ways, including your shared skepticism of dating apps, so you would both come to look back and thank your lucky statrs that you both decided to give them another shot that summer.

during your first week back home from college, your town was hit by a brutal heatwave, the nights so hot that sleeping in the nude without a blanket didn’t help at all, days spent in your room with the blinds shut, watching films to distract yourself, somehow, drinking glass after glass of iced tea while praying that it would pass.

eventually, the clouds broke and a heavy rainstorm brought everyone relief, the day after so much more bearable than the ones before that it made you feel reborn; it gave you a desperate need for adventure after laying around feeling half-dead for one too many hours, so, that day, while amild breeze caressed your tired body, you sat out on the porch and set up your dating app profile.

you told yourself that you´d just see who was on there, even though you were already bracing yourself to see way too many familiar faces from high school or, considering your high age range, “straight”married women.

to your shock, it took you less than a minute of swiping to come across photos of a pretty stranger, someone you´d never seen around town, so you said fuck it and jumped right into a conversation to ask her if she´d just moved, an easy way in - it took her only about ten minutes to answer that yes she had, in the spring, a semi-new addition to the area.

you in turn told her that you were a local but that you went to college out of state, that you were back for two months, and from there on you just kept texting all afternoon, figuring out how close by she lived (about a five minute drive), realizing very quickly that you shared a sense of humor, that you spoke the same language, despite being about two generations apart.

it was exceedingly easy to flirt with Van by offering to be her guide, to give her all the inside scoop and lore about the town that she´d never be able to figure out on her own, so you both agreed to go to dinner the next night at a place that you had suggested, or rather, insisted upon, promising her that they had the very best fries in town, which was exactly what Van wanted: for a girl to tell her what to do, even just in little ways, like deciding what she´d have for dinner.

the first thing you noticed when you saw her walking toward you from the other end of the parking lot the coming night, was the she was even hotter in person than in pictures, her voice only adding to it when she said “hey” and failed to be subtle about the appreciative look up and down your physique. when you held the door open for her she said “beat me to it” with a faint grin and was a little turned on by the feeling of being treated with chivalry by a girl about half her age.

as you sat there waiting for your drinks it was a thrill for you in a way, to sit right across from a woman who usually kept to herself, to a fault, since you loved the idea of discovering her first, being an exception, perhaps a bit possessive right from the start.

you wanted her to yourself. it was clear from the way you spoke to her, as if you were conspiring, and Van was immediately charmed by it, won over, after weeks and weeks of always being by herself except when she was with colleagues - it made her light up which made her look even prettier, the way her nose scrunched up when she really laughed at something you said, her relaxed body language, the softness in her eyes when she stared at you while you told her an anecdote, happily sipping on her second glass of Coke.

when it was her turn to tell you about her life in Ohio, the video store that she´d sold, the path that had lead her to your part of the country, you tried not to look too smitten with her but she clocked it, the way you leaned your head on your hand, the way you batted your eyelashes, the smile that was frozen on your face, the playful act of stealing some fries from her plate, it was textbook first date behavior if someone is really into you, she knew it, and it confused her for a second, as someone who didn´t consider herself to be much more than a grumpy, burnt-out, recluse.

it was exciting for Van, to realize that she could still make other women blush or twirl their hair if she held their gaze for a moment too long, touched their hand while making a point, nudged their leg under the table, “accidentally”.

you were both so clearly delighted by each other´s vibe that the hours passed in the blink of an eye, so around 10:30pm you told her that you were going to the restroom to freshen up and used the chance to pay for the meal, which made her shake her head and say “I have to be careful around you, huh? you´re too quick for me. but thank you, for this, next time is on me”, the “next time” slipped out because you both knew without saying it, that you´d see a lot more of each other the coming weeks.

since you´d also driven to the restaurant, Van couldn´t offer to drive you home, to her dismay, and once you stood across from each other, ready to say good night, you realized that she seemed a bit shy all of a sudden, her demeanor closer to that of a nervous teenager than that a middle aged woman as she fumbled with her car keys and waited for you to make a move.

against your initial instinct, you saved the first kiss for the next date, since you loved the idea of leaving her wanting, making her yearn for it, dream of it, the same way you would, so instead of doing the expected, you went in for a hug, not the kind of hug you´d give a friend, but a tighter one, your hands firmer, the embrace tighter, lingering a beat too long to be innocent, you breath tingling on her neck for a second before you pulled away and got into your car, smiling to yourself when you realized that she was just sitting there in the dark, too affected by your touch to turn the engine on until you were already pulling out onto the road.

later that night, right before you went to bed you texted her “I had fun tonight, I´ll make plans for when we see each other again, I already have something in mind, gonna text you the details tomorrow :) sleep well” which nearly made her forget the toothbrush in her mouth as she stood by the sink and read it over and over to make sure she was seeing it right, after having convinced herself that she´d probably already fumbled you somehow, either by being too awkward or too defensive when it came to making the first move, completely unaware that you were falling asleep fantasizing about her in ways that would´ve killed any doubt about much you wanted her, if she´d been aware.

three days after your first date, you were getting ready for your second one. you´d told her to pick you up that afternoon so you could drive out to a secret spot of yours by a creek in the woods, the perfect place to cool off and be undisturbed, which she´d gladly agreed to as someone who loved few things more than driving her lover around in her truck on a beautiful day. soon-to-be lover, in your case.

when you put on your sunglasses and grabbed your things while calling out “bye, see you later” to your family, who were obvious about your plans, you felt a little smug about it, not necessarily because they´d judge you for it, but more so because you liked having a secret, it was thrilling to you, the feeling of sneaking off to meet the brooding woman who nobody in town had a good read on. except for you.

the mid-day heat made you hurry as you walked down the street and spotted her truck, the passenger door already wide open for you when you approached.

unsurprisingly, Van looked even hotter that day than when you´d first seen her: not dressed in a t-shirt but a white tank top, which made her arms look even more tanned than you remembered, her shoulders visible to you for the first time, her hair wavy from a braid she´d kept it in during the night, her pale thighs pressed against the black leather seat.

you immediately had the urge to reach out and touch her, so you found a polite way to do it and leaned in for a loose half-hug, but even just the brush of her arm against yours was enough to make the air feel a few degrees warmer, which was a feeling she shared, her hand reaching out to pull the window all the way down, her body buzzing not just from the multiple cups of iced coffee she´d had that day.

“this is a pretty nice car, way better than mine” you mused as you glanced around and put your bag into the backseat as she pulled back onto the road and smiled “oh, this old thing?” clearly joking, well-aware how expensive her ride was, so you teased her a bit and said “you talking about the car or yourself?”, getting comfortable in your seat and grinning when she whipped her head around to look at you, your little smug expression.

“careful, you´re putting your life in my hands here, miss” she warned, her tone lower on purpose, pretending to be more offended than endeared by your attitude.

“yeah, driving to the woods with someone I barely know, clearly no sense of self-perservation” you mused, which made her grin at the implication, that you were being reckless by trusting her, something undeniably erotic to it, even though she preferred fantasies that were about a reversed power-struggle, so she steered the joke that way.

“well, you´re the one who knows her way around out there, so.. if anything I´m the one who should be scared” she said as she took a left and drove onto the long, winding road that she´d have to follow for a few miles to get you to your destination, her fingers absentmindedly drumming on the steering wheel, perhaps to draw your attention to them.

“oh sure, yeah, you should be terrified” you grinned and stuck your hand out of the window to feel the air, listened to the faint hum of the radio, smelled the freshly cut grass from the field you were passing by, all while Van tried her best to keep her eyes on the road instead of you.

“seatbelt” she told you out of nowhere and tapped your leg to get your attention, a stern tone that made you laugh as you obeyed and realized you hadn´t bothered to buckle yourself in, whispering “yes ma´am” as you got to it, which made her laugh and shake her head while muttering “save the girl-next-door thing for someone who buys it”, trying to mask how much she liked the sound of your pretend-subservience, the way you already messed with her like she was your girlfriend and not just a random woman you were testing the waters with.

something told her that you weren´t just playing around, that you were serious about her, not just looking for a distraction or a funny story to tell down the line. it made her heart beat faster, so she sighed said “god I really wasn´t made for this kind of heat, I don´t regret moving here at all but damn. is this normal for you? like are you chilling over there?”, which made you laugh, “oh no, I´m just numb to it by now I guess, but don´t worry, it usually doesn´t get much hotter than last week. oh actually, I almost forgot-”.

you interrupted yourself and reached into the back to retrieve something from your bag, twisting your body in a way that amused her, gave her a glimpse of your midriff as your shirt rode up, which nearly made her swerve before you slumped back into your seat and held out a glass bottle to her.

“here, try this, I made it for us last night, it´s peach iced tea with mint and lemon juice and some honey” she felt her heart flutter at the sound of you casually saying “for us”, as if you were already a unit.

“wow, that sounds great...” she marveled and took a sip, nodding in approval and licking her lips before going in for more gulping down nearly all of it, a sigh of relief afterwards. “damn. thank you, this qualifies as medicine in this heat I think” her earnest gratitude hinting at how just how long it had been since anyone had gifted her something homemade, you could tell she was touched, so you kept the generosity going.

“that was just a refreshment, but I do have an actual a gift for you as well”.

“a gift?” she asked, wondering if she´d heard you right. you nodded and pulled something out of the back pocket of your shorts. “don´t get your hopes up, it´s just a silly little thing, but I did custom make it for you”. it was a lighter that you´d bedazzled, the whole thing covered in silver, glittery stones, except for the middle where you´d put a pink “V” shape for her initial.

“here, my friend and I were so bored yesterday that we stole her little sister's crafting stuff and this is what I spent most of my time on. thought I smelled a bit of tobacco when we hugged last time, so I thought you could use another one of these”. you said it nonchalantly, but Van´s mind was spinning with the implications: you must have told your friend about her if you´d put her initial on it, nobody would´ve just let you do that in front of them without asking who it was for, so she immediately wondered what you´d told her, if you´d gushed about her, if your friend had teased you about being into someone that much older or if she envied you, in case she wasn´t straight either.

you could tell you were getting to her as she took the lighter from your hands and slowed down a bit, so she could drive while allowing herself a proper look, smiling to herself.

“you´re attentive, huh? this is cute. your way of making sure I think about you when I´m smoking, huh?” she grinned and gave you a playful nudge but you weren´t bothered at all by that way of looking at it “yeah, you got me, that was the plan”.

for a moment after you shared a peaceful but charged silence, you turned your head and watched her, how the wind blew in her hair as she tried her very best not to fold under the weight of your appreciative glances over her features, and it was a struggle, she had no idea how to handle being lusted after, not anymore, not after that many months of celibacy, so before she could embarrass herself with a nervous tick, she turned the attention back onto you and cleared her throat before asking “you smell really good by the way, what is that?”.

she meant it. for the past few minutes she´d gotten a few whiffs of a delicious scent whenever the wind blew through your window and against face, it was getting under her skin, making her hungry for an up-close impression, you could tell, so you sounded a bit flustered at first when you responded “uh, it´s my signature scent mixed with this tropical sun screen I got, vanilla, coconut, a bit of mango I think”. that description didn´t help at all, it only made her wanna eat you up even more, but she tried her best to sound normal and composed as she made a “hmm” sound of approval and said “yeah, yeah that´s a good mix. suits you”.

“let me guess” you said and turned a bit more towards her, which made her raise her eyebrows at you, “you go through like twenty bottles of sun screen every summer, right?”.

the second the words left you mouth she groaned as if the memories of lathering herself head to toe in sticky lotion just to feel safe out during the warmer months were hitting her all at once. “oh god, don´t even get me started... twenty is honestly not even far off I think, I bathe in that shit, once got sunburn on my ears… never again.”

you let out a quiet laugh and said “well, for what it´s worth I think your freckles are very pretty”. you emphasized the last two words in a way that made them sound too suggestive for her not to briefly go quiet and feel a blush creep up her cheeks, a success on your part.

“if you say so” she sighed, her gaze not on you but on the road ahead, so you pushed it a bit further and told her “I do say so, yes.” a pause before you added “I like that they´re not just on your face”, a gentle shove against your arm from her then as she let out a laugh of disbelief, “okay enough of that, gotta concentrate here”, a command that held no actual heat, one that somehow only added to the sizzling feeling between your bodies, both of you smiling to yourselves and thinking “I could probably spend hours in the car with her and not get sick of it” until you finally reached the spot you´d already sent her the location of a few days before.

the walk to the creek only took about ten minutes, but still, when Van saw that you were straining under the weight your bag, she wordlessly tugged at it and made you hand it over, shushing you when you insisted that you could handle it, which gave you a little pep in your step, not just from the relief of having your shoulder free of that weight.

once the water came into view Van let out a whistle of approval while taking in the scenery, the idyllic view of the stream of water, the trees that offered shade, the various rocks you could climb on top of and rest on for a while if you wanted, feet dangling in the water, dozing in the sun.

you opted for a spot right by the shore and spread a large beach towel out but before you settled down you both took off your shoes and stepped into the shallow part of the creek for a moment, to feel the water, to rub your arms and legs down to cool off, running your hands over the surface until you felt the need to sit and relax.

as Van tried to find a good position while joking about having to be careful not to fuck up her back even more than it already was, you pulled off your shirt, without making it a big deal, wich left you in your bikini top and shorts, her eyes immediately glued to your upper body, a smile from you in her direction when you noticed, as if to say “go on, I want you to look”, so she did, until you laid back next to her and sighed, pleased, happy to be there with someone else, your thigh almost touching hers as you both remarked upon how much better the air felt out there, a shared breath of relief, or perhaps of anticipation, or both, the tension between you on a low but noticeable simmer.

after a few minutes of soaking up the birdsong and sound of rushing water together, you grabbed your bag and pulled out the snacks and drinks you´d brought, sitting cross-legged as she watched you spread out some cherries, raspberries, strawberries, some spicy chips, a few cookies you´d made the day before, which made her grab something from her bag as well.

Van brushed it off and said something along the lines of “I don´t know if this is your thing, but I made way too much of this last night, so, yeah if you want, it´s yours” she held out a plastic container with something that looked beyond delicious, a mix of pasta and roasted veggies, fresh pesto and parmesan, some chili flakes, chopped up cucumbers and tomatoes, and a few other ingredients you couldn´t immediately identify. she gave you a fork and watched you eat, relieved and overjoyed when you seemed stunned by how good it tasted, so much so that she almost forgot to eat something herself because she loved watching you enjoy her recipe, after years of never having anyone to cook it for.

she ate a handful of cherries which left her lips a shade darker and made you wonder if that was the moment to kiss her, but you were lost in an actually compelling conversation about films and shows you´d been watching the weeks before, so you let the heat between you rise a little more, sensing that it wouldn´t last much longer, your restraint, not with her sitting there looking all radiant and sun-kissed and soft to the touch, your mouth watering at the sheer thought of feeling your tongue against hers when there was still a trace of fruit on there, the heavenly swirl of your taste and hers together with juicy sweetness.

Van felt the same when she watched you put a few raspberries on your fingertips, desperate to close her lips around the flesh that was left stained pink by them. she felt smug as she sat there watching your skin glow in the afternoon light, thinking of all the people who might love to be in her spot right then. she felt a sense of pride bubbling up when she realized just how much you invited her attention, how far from uncomfortable you seemed by having her so close, her heart nearly giving out when you swatted a bug away from her leg and briefly caressed the spot afterwards, no words, just a silent gesture, a subtle breaking down of boundaries.

even though she hadn´t explicitly told you, you could tell that she hadn´t been touched, really properly touched, in a long time. this inspired two desires in you, the desire to tend to her and the desire to unravel her, both at the same time, you wanted to warm her with your affection and watch her bloom under it, but you also wanted to ruin her with a kind of pleasure she´d only been able to feel in her dreams for a long time.

it was thrilling, to be younger than her, and yet to feel like she was the one who felt more nervous about how she´d behave once you gave into each other. there was a contrast to that power-dynamic that made you lose your patience. you wanted to see her reaction to so many more of your touches. her whole body suddenly a map with invisible outlines of where your hands were dying to find their new home.

for a good while, you kept talking, gossiping, lazily sipping on the sodas you´d brought, Van convincing you to show her a few pictures from college, your room, your campus, the places you frequented in your town, a genuine interest radiating from her that made you indulge her in a little tour of your camera roll, more or less accidentally swiping past pictures you´d taken of yourself in the mirror while wearing nothing but skimpy pajama shorts and a bra.

she showed you some older pictures of her life back up north before she´d made her way down to her new life, including a few pictures of her elderly cat, who was dozing in the shade of her apartment at that time, so you made her promise to introduce you, already imagining yourself fighting for the spot on Van´s lap at night.

“so” you said eventually, watching her lay there with her arms crossed above her chest and her eyes closed, which made her turn her face and look at you. “I´m just gonna assume you won´t ghost me after this, but next time we see each other, I could take you to my favorite thrift store, it´s about a forty minute drive but very worth it, they have a ton of physical media, books, cds, dvds, trinkets, keychains, I kinda collect those. your keys were looking a bit naked there earlier, I could pick a few for you. you´d find a decent amount of stuff in your style I think”.

Van perked up and said “oh okayyy, now we´re talking. I´ll hold you to that, like actually, now you´re stuck with me, shoulnd´t have told me that” her expression changing to mild confusion and amusement when she asked “also why on earth would I ghost you? I think lightning would strike me down if I had the audacity to be that ungrateful.”

you smiled and said “you´re gassing me up” while playing with a few pieces of grass you´d ripped out, dragging them over her forearm for a second, no reaction from her, no flinch, clearly unbothered by it, or rather, happy about your little ways of breaching the distance, before actually taking a leap and doing what it was that you were both silently aching for.

“no just being honest” she insisted “I´m clearly very happy to be here but I have no idea you´re giving me the time of day” she meant it, it wasn´t just her fishing for compliments, it was clear that she genuinely wondered why you were spending time with her, trying to date her, when you could´ve gone for someone like the friend you´d mentioned earlier, someone younger, someone less loser-ish, if she was being fully truthful about how she saw herself.

“no?” you cocked your head, eyeing her, a bit amused by her blindness to her own appeal “well, I don´t know if you remember but I pretty much smiled through the entire dinner last time we saw each other, so, that might have something to do with it”.

Van couldn´t argue with that, it wasn´t an exaggeration and her eyes lit up a little from the memory “I do recall yes, you have a sweet smile”. she said it casually, without thinking twice, so it hit you harder than if she´d clearly been trying to get a reaction out of you by being smooth. she noticed and blushed a little.

“I mean, you´re very easy on the eyes as well, not that you think this is just about me enjoying your company or liking you for who you are” you teased, dry, dead-pan, which got a genuine, unexpected laugh out of her. “phew okay, thanks for clarifying, thank god” she joked, fidgeting with the hem of her top a bit, a give-away: she was dying for you to take what you wanted from her.

so, you took the cue and found a way to enter a new phase of your hangout, something more carnal: you clapped your hands and stood up while saying “okay, time for a dip, come on”, your shorts hitting the forest floor before she could even process what was going on, her mind going blank when she saw your body in full, barely covered anymore, a deliberate move from you to show off your backside as you stepped closer to the water and dipped your toes in.

“huh??” she exclaimed, unsure if you were actually being serious about swimming with her.

“yeah you heard me, didn´t just take you here to look at all this. you can just stay in your top and underwear, it´ll dry in no time afterwards in this heat”. you had a point but she was still hesitant, so you turned back to look at her and teased “or are you too scared of stepping on a little critter in there or something?”.

that did the trick. she scoffed and said “scared? alright, fuck it, I´ll show you”. within a few seconds she pulled down her shorts as well, which revealed something you weren´t prepared for, that made you the flustered one then: she wasn´t wearing boxers, as you´d assumed, but just a pair of thin, black cotton panties. you could see her entire leg and hip area. your face burned up from the sight of it and her smile widened by the second as she stepped closer and saw the effect she had on you.

after your shared moment of thinking “jesus, is she trying to kill me?” you took her hand and made her wade into the creek with you until you were both standing knee-deep in the cool water, splashing yourselves and each other until you felt some of the built-up heat dissolve into something less punishing, another heat coming to the forefront then, one that had little to do with the sun.

you both stood there, barely a few feet apart, enjoying the sensation of having the waves softly crash around your bodies, trying to look anywhere but each other and failing over and over again, neither of you strong enough to be subtle about it any longer, your breath suddenly shallow as you saw how she pulled up her white tank top until it functioned more like a bikini than a top, her chest almost fully visible by then from how drenched the fabric had gotten, her stomach paler than her arms and legs, a creamy quality to her skin that looked delicious in the golden light that was reflecting from the surface of the water, an angelic quality to her, everything about her, her hair like fire as it blew in the wind.

Van was incapable of tearing her eyes away from your neck, the spot where a few droplets were slowly sliding down, like little pearls of glass, she was close to begging then, saying something like “please.” just to finally feel you.

so, you stepped closer and closer to her until you paused and submerged your hands fully in the water. Van watched. bating her breath. eyes wide as you brought your dripping palms up to her flushed face and pressed them against her cheeks. cradling her. Van´s eyes immediately shut in surrender. a full body shiver. the softest sigh. the cool liquid on your skin standing no chance against the way your touch made her burn up.

it would´ve been cruel to make her wait even a second longer, so before she could look at you again, you pulled her in for a passionate, lingering kiss, pressing your lips against hers with a tender force that made her melt on the spot.

you pulled away and then kissed her again. and again. tilting your head to deepen it, to feel her tongue against your own, Van suddenly so bold and eager that you wanted her even more, nothing about her shy or hesitant anymore, all of the muscle memory still there after being without a lover for too long, her kisses so heartfelt and in sync with yours that you nearly folded and dropped down into the waves.

it was pure bliss. the dreams of each other not even come close to how it felt then. and you could tell, both of you whimpering in pleasure whenever you separated and went in for more, dying to kiss each other breathless, senseless, until you couldn´t take anymore. you held onto each other for dear life but it was hard, your skin too slippery, grabbing wherever you could reach, hard, your hands in her hair first, then on her neck, clinging to her, hers on your sides, pulling you in until you were flush against her chest, your tits pressing up against hers through the thin fabric, a moan as she she felt it, the water splashing between your hips from the impact, neither of you realizing that you were stumbling into the deeper parts of the water, that it reached up to your waists then.

Van kissed in a way that left you wet in two ways. her lips achingly soft and plump against your own and her movements so far from rushed, so skilled but so desperate as well, an intoxicating mix of confidence and fragility, her own arousal doubling and tripping from how you tugged at the strands of her hair while you refused to stop and come up for air, sucking on her bottom lip and licking over it, slowly, so slowly, a throbbing sensation hitting her so hard that she whined, before another deep kiss, her sounds turning more pathetic by the second, her hands underwater, on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh, the nervous demeanor from before nowhere to be found. it was maddening.

she was completely changed. so openly greedy for you. the best kind of shock she could´ve given you. that contrast. her blushing at your compliments and then nearly making you come just from how she liked to make out.

eventually, you couldn´t brace yourselves anymore, but you didn´t want to stop, so you wrapped your legs around her waist under water and held onto her that way. you both laughed quietly as you made her stumble in a way that left you almost fully covered in water, her arms around your back to hold you above the surface, another kiss, tasting the wet earthy aroma on each other´s lips, smiling, the creek rushing over your tangled up bodies, peacefully, soothing your flushed skin, a thrilling wildness to it all.

without warning, Van took a hold of you and pushed you through the water until you reached a flat rock in the middle of the stream, big enough to fit at least two people.

she grinned and tapped it saying “get up there” while lifting you, so you did what you were told and hoisted yourself up onto the warm stoney furface until your legs were dangling in the water, your upper body glistened in the sun, your face giving away just how turned on you were, your mouth open from your shallow breaths, eyes wide as you stared at her, bracing yourself as best as you could.

Van didn´t say a thing. she moved between your legs and leaned in to kiss your thighs. to lick up all the water that was running down your skin. a gasp as you watched her and instinctively parted your legs even wider for her to have better access, shocked by her sudden boldness, deeply aroused, shivering from it, the look of her drenched top clinging to her skin, her hair half submerged, her skin shades of pink all over, not a care in the world as she kissed and licked your legs all over, bit down on the softest parts, as you tried your best to stay up on the rock and let her have her way.

it was beyond any fantasy. a pretty woman devouring your skin in the middle of the forest like she was a creature who´d been waiting there for you, lurking, hungry. ready, denying herself any and all pleasures of the flesh until you came along. she kept caressing your thighs and smiled up at you, lips swollen, face glistening, smug when she saw your expression of utter disbelief and desire, whispering to you “you know.. I have a thing for a fucking outside.”

it hit you like a ton of bricks. her voice. those plain, vulgar words. it took you a second to process it. she was suggesting that you fuck out there. as if it was nothing. you reached down to caress her hair and couldn´t even laugh because you were too turned on, too needy, too willing to be reckless, not turned off at all by the idea of someone possibly walking by, so you just nodded and asked “oh.. you do?”, your voice wavering.

Van grinned and nodded, her eyes were clouded over with lust, she gave your knee a kiss. “hmm, yeah. want me to show you why?”. the switch-up of her demeanor was killing you. hitting you right in your weakest spot over and over. you were aching for her so bad by then that you were scared you´d finish ten seconds in. you trembled as she nudged you into the position she needed and you in and surrendered so beautifully to it that she also felt a tight tension at her core.

the sight of you up there, all spread out and pliant for her, illuminated under the bright open sky, letting her have you out where someone might stumble upon the scene. the way you yielded to it without protest, it drove her insane. the animalistic side of her came out again then, the one she´d kept sealed up in the deepest parts of her soul for too long, you brought it out, violently so, leaving her ecstatic and untamed in her rediscovered erotic power.

Van reached up to untie one side of your bikini bottoms to peel off the fabric, leaving it hanging loosely of your other hip while she had you open, exposed to her need. your breath hitched as Van´s eyes traveled down your stomach to your abdomen to where she was dying to put her mouth, her palm on your stomach then, her thumb brushing over you, parting you lightly in a way that made you lean back and moan, your eyes shut as she drew a few teasing circles over your clit, heard you curse under your breath, the scent of the forest mixing with yours so deliciously that she groaned “god look at you… you´re fucking perfect…”.

with one determined motion she lifted your legs over her shoulders, held onto your thighs with a grip that might leave bruises - you were praying it would - and leaned in to kiss your inner thigh, erratic with desire when the dampness of your skin made it hard to properly latch onto you, the saltiness of your skin and sweetness of your sun screen hitting her so hard that she couldn´t help but suck your flesh into her mouth, her teeth grazing over you, a suckling sensation all over your inner thighs then, wherever she could reach, feverishly leaving you raw and worked up as she forgot herself and savored the feeling of having a pretty girls thighs next to her face while hearing her whine for more.

she was back in her body. fully. present in a way she hadn´t been in years. throbbing from it the same way your were as she finally leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cunt, just on the lips at first, a few gentle kisses to work you up even more, before you begged “please..” and looked down at her, you hand on the back of her head, pressing her against yourself as if she wasn´t about to bury herself in you on her own account, a trace of a smile before she pulled you down a few inches and had you right where she needed you. her nose brushing up against your clit. a shared moan as she pressed her whole face against you. your fingers tight in her hair then. the sound of the rushing water intensifying your own awareness of how soaked you were, right from the start.

the first, slow, languid swipe of her tongue from the bottom to the top of your folds was enough to make you see stars. you whole lower body tightened in response. it was perfect, that intense ache she both caused and soothed at the same time. she knew how to eat pussy, how to do it just right, her years of experience glaringly obvious then, you could feel it, her tongue moving over your cunt in big circling motions at first, working you up, getting the blood in your aroused lips to swell even more, slicking the whole area up, nice and slow, before she put more intense pressure on it, the tip of her tongue harder and more relentless with it, flicking over your clit, swirling around it, making out with you down there, doing eveything in her power to hear more and more of your moans and whimpers as you submitted to it and opened up for good, leaking all over her mouth then, pulsating, arching up and rolling your hips to meet her mouth which she fucking adored, a “hmm” sound of praise as she stilled her tongue for a moment to encourage you, so you rocked yourself against her and got lost in it, eyes shut, her hands never leaving your sides, her hunger only growing with each taste of you, each lick, each drop of your juices in her mouth.

she´d missed it terribly, having someone´s pussy all over her face, she ´d always been a pleaser, desperate to see her lover satisfied and it was clear from how she groaned against your cunt and went in for more and more, regardless of how much you squirmed or sighed “fuck” as your legs started shaking, she wasn´t done with you, not until you were crying out for her.

as you leaned back then, palms flat on the rock, hips angled up to her mouth, the trees rustling and waves crashing around you, it struck you how deeply freeing it felt to be nude out there, one with the elements while being taken and pleased, at your barest, most vulnerable, right the middle of the woods, the same woods you´d run around in as a girl, a hit to your core, the idea of being turned into an adult by being fucked right where you´d come of age, by someone from far away, as if she was corrupting you, as if she´d come there specifically to help you grow into your desires, far away from prying eyes.

it was dramatic but it turned you on to think of it that way as you felt yourself close to orgasm, your tits spilling out of your bikini top by then, which made Van reach up with one hand to squeeze you, to tease your nipple while doing the same to your clit, the sensations together wrecking you for good, so you moaned “fuck don´t stop, I´m so close, don´t stop”.

Van knew how to take orders, so she kept dragging her wet thumb over the hardened, sensitive area on your chest while her lips closed around the one between your legs, sucking on your clit, switching between that intense sucking and licking motions over and over until you tensed up and pressed your legs together around her head, an instant move of her hands to your thighs to keep you wide open, even while you whined and thought you might pass out from it, Van not letting up until she had you shaking and bending your limbs as the climax hit you, your arm pressed against the rock, your body twisted to the side, ruined by the sudden release.

she stayed right where she was and let you come all over her mouth, her own cunt twitching from the sound and look and feel of your high, her hold on you softening then, turning into caresses, soothing touches as you laid there like a mermaid washed ashore, eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, chest rapidly rising and falling, undone for her, by her, with her.

the setting sun cast a golden hue over your exposed body and it took her breath away. the whole scene was so picture perfect, so soul-crushingly sexy that it felt like she´d dreamed it all up. the water cooled both of your riled up bodies so gently that it felt like mother nature was holding you, approving of it: your outburst of mutual affection and need, the willingness to be risky and audacious about it.

after a few moments of catching your breath and thinking “what the fuck just happened” you mustered up some strength and slipped down from the rock back into the water to stand next to her once more. Van made space for you as she wiped her mouth, not to clean herself but to remind you what she´d just done to you, licking her lips the same way she would after a good meal.

a moment later she closed the distance between you and rested her hands on your shoulders, massaging them lightly, grinning at your dazed expression, very pleased with herself when you shook your head and sighed “god…”, the aftershocks still tingling all over.

“you know, if we weren´t out here I´d have kept going. but. didn´t want you to scrape up your pretty back” she said quietly, her voice low, a kiss to cheek, then your temple, then your forehead, caressing your back with one hand, up and down your spine, to emphasize the point.

“well, I wouldn´t have given a fuck about scratches or wounds” you sighed, laughing quietly as you finally came back to your senses and looked up at her while placing your hands on her lower back, teasing her a bit, your eyes briefly wandering down to where her tits were fully visible through the drenched white top. you caressed her in a way that made her shiver for a second as you whispered “you were hiding all of that, huh? putting on a coy act for me” jokingly shaking your head, as if you were chastising her.

Van laughed and nudged you lightly, her knee against your thigh underwater “oh, so you thought I didn´t have it in me, sweetheart? ouch”. you laughed too and wiped some water off her nose, tracing the bridge of it for a second. “no, not in that way”.

“oh that was nothing” she scoffed, downplaying it, but also very clearly promising you more down the line, which made you step even closer and slip your hand down to where her panties were clinging to her ass, pushing your luck, Van only smiling in response, already addicted to the sensation of being felt up by you.

“hm, what was that you said earlier? you´re stuck with me now? same here.” you told her and played with her hair, the parts of it that were stuck together, brushing through them with your fingers, gently. Van eyed you and grinned as she asked “a bit of head is all it takes, hm?”.

“yes, I´m easy” you joked and pulled her in until your lips were brushing over hers. she smiled and sighed “me too. perfect match, I´d say” before you started kissing again, more relaxed than before, slow and gentle kisses, your taste still on her lips.

eventually, you made your way out of the water and went back to the shore.

you tied your bikini bottoms back together while telling her “you should lay that out so it can dry off” while pointing at her tank top, your tone giving away that your comment had very little to do with helpful advice and everything with the need to see her fully exposed, so she caved and pulled it off, echoing what you’d said earlier “yes ma’am”.

the of her naked chest was so inviting that you practically lunged at at her then, pinning her to the beach towel in a way that made her squeal and licking over her freckled skin as if she’d spilled ice cream on it for you to clean up, kissing all the right spots, her nails digging into your back in response.

it was her turn to surrender then and Van did it gladly, feeling giddy as you trapped her and sucked on her tits, kissed her all over her upper body while dragging down her water-soaked panties to touch her where she´d gotten soaked from pleasing you, soft whimpers as she held onto you and grew weaker and weaker from how you kissed her neck while jerking her off, whispering to her how hot she was, how nobody had ever made you come like that, how badly you wanted her in your bed, a whole night with her.

one orgasm wasn´t enough for you, so you kept going, making out with her while you slowly pushed your fingers into her, teasing out another high soon after the first, obsessed with her sensitivity, her loud whining and pleading, the feel of her cum all over your hand as you palmed her and refused to stop until she was fully spent and sated, lazily touching her all over until you were both tired out and spent, still blissfully ignorant of any possible onlookers.

for about thirty minutes afterwards you just laid there together, your head resting on her lower stomach, her arms wrapped around your back, both of you breathing in unison as your bodies were drying in setting sun, the breeze still sweeping over you in a steady rhythm.

by the time the cicadas started chirping and a blue darkness started to eclipse the orange daylight, you agreed to pack up your things and make your way back to her car, both of you quiet and happy as you held hands during the walk, your bodies heavy and exhausted in the best possible way, a glow of both contentment and heat lighting up your faces in the shade of the trees.

back in her car, you both decided to stop by a gas station before she´d drop you off, so you could get something nice and cold to drink, also to steal a bit more time together, dreading the goodbye already. you watched her drive in silence for a few minutes until you smiled and asked “do you ever use this car for hook-ups?”.

Van shot you a look that said “really? come on.” and answered “uh, as I´m sure you can tell, I haven´t been hooking up with anyone, anywhere, so. no.” her tone made you laugh but you were glad, very glad, to have it confirmed: that you´d been the one to break her dry spell.

“and… if I told you to pull over right now, would you?” you probed, playful, eyes glittering with mischief in the dark, too pleased by the sight of her arms flexing as she handled the steering wheel to deny yourself the chance for a bit more action before you´d part ways for the night.

“if you ask me very nicely” she teased and kept looking forward, waiting for you to give it your best shot, but instead of just begging her, you did something else. you shifted in your seat and faced her as you lifted your legs over the console, onto her lap, and pressed the heel of your left foot against her crotch. you heard an instant, undignified groan from her that pleased you to no end. Van gripped your ankle in response and held your foot in place, stopping you from moving or applying more pressure while uttering “oh we´re playing dirty now, I see..”.

within a minute, she found a spot by the road to pull over, no other cars in sight, just endless fields stretching out til the horizon, and before she even killed the engine you were already climbing over onto her lap, a fresh burst of desire rippling through you as you put your legs on either side of her thighs and pressed your weight onto her.

you instinctively started grinding yourself down against her, the fabric of your shorts doing very little to keep her from sounding like you were actually fucking instead of just dry-humping. her arms were tight around your back as she buried her face in your neck and moaned “jesus christ..”. you braced yourself against the car window with one hand and used the other to caress her hair as you both grew needy again.

you ended up making out for a while, lazy and sloppy, needy with it, the way new lovers do it, until you looked at her from up close and whispered “you´re mine now. I´ve got eyes and ears everywhere in this town, so I better not hear anything about you being out with another girl”. you knew her well, already, it was clear that she loved the sound of being kept by you, being bossed around a little, so you exaggerated your possessive nature and watched her face light up.

“damn okay. I´ll try to fight off all the other hot girls that are throwing themselves at me” she joked and gave your thigh a light slap as you peeled yourself away from her again to let her finish the drive back into town.

the stop at the gas station ended with you two standing outside her car while downing your cans of iced tea within the blink of an eye while staring up at the night sky, marvelling at the stars, a view that made her very glad that she´d decided to leave her old life behind. you being included in that view, of course.

a few minutes later, Van parked at the intersection of your street, not right by your house, unwilling to have an awkward face-to-face momenr with your parents, in case they just so happened to be out on the porch at that hour. you stood outside her car and put your hands on the open window by the drivers side, she put her hand on top of yours and you asked “so. when can I come over tomorrow?”.

“whenever you´r ready, literally, I dont care if its 6am” she meant it, she´d have let you come before sunrise if that´s what you´d suggested.

“okay noted but I do like to sleep in and take my time getting ready, so.. I´ll be there around noon” you promised in return, following it up by suggesting “I mean.. I could tell them I´m staying at a friends place, so we have a full day and night together”.

“you sure? that´s a lot of time, wouldn't want you to get sick of me so soon” Van asked, not just making a self-deprecating joke but truthfully a little scared that you´d find her company taxing after one too many hours.

you shook your head and smiled softly “I won´t, I swear. or are you saying that because you´re secretly the type to dread the idea of sharing your bed with a lover?”.

Van laughed and shook her head “baby. you could sleep right on top of me, hit me in your sleep, suffocate me, and I still wouldn´t complain, trust me.” she said, conviction in her tone, not exaggerating at all.

“I´m a peaceful sleeper, sorry to disappoint. but I can suffocate you in other ways..” you whispered, which made her nod in approval as she took out the lighter you´d gifted her, “oh, please do”.

“here, break it in for me, will you?” she said and handed it to you, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between her lips before she leaned her head out of the car window and made you light it for her, your hands shielding the flame, a moment of intense eye-contact before the cig was lit and she took a drag, ever so lightly blowing the smoke in your direction, teasing, smiling when she saw you take a deep breath in.

“alright, I´ll save the long version of this for another time but just know this was like. the best day I´ve had in years, easily” she said and reached out for your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, your heart squeezing at the sight, the gesture so unexpected and sweet.

“same. for sure.” you said quietly and leaned in to kiss her one last time before you reluctantly tore yourself away and walked down the street, touched when you realized that she was waiting for you to be safe inside until she´d start her car back up again.

after a long shower, most of which was spent staring at the wall zoned out thinking of her and probing at the little bite marks she’d left on your inner thighs, you got cozy in bed right as your phone lit up with a message. you rolled over and squinted your eyes as you read the words “I just realized I didn´t say this to you yet because it´s so insanely obvious to me but just so you know: you´re very pretty.”.

you smiled and typed out your response “well, I did get the sense that you like my appearance, don´t know why.. just a feeling I guess? but thank you, so are you <3”.

you could almost hear her giggling to herself over your smart-ass response and already looked forward to hearing her laugh in person again the next day. you both told each other goodnight and to sleep well, since you wouldn’t get much sleep the next night.

falling asleep was easy that night, not just because you were worn out from the heat and passion but also because you wanted the next morning to come as soon as possible. Van felt the same, so she made herself a sleepy-time tea, ready to knock out and come back to life once it would only take a few more hours until you were on her door-step, the first of many times.

no heatwave could make you dread the coming weeks. no way. as long as you had each other, her truck and your knowledge of the area, you could spend your days out in nature, in the shade and in the water, fighting off the intensity of the sun while sinking into the heat of your new love.

#most of it takes place during a second date 💐#I had a pretty distinct vibe in mind for this bc I wanted to write sth I could escape into for a moment #so I hope it can maybe do the same for you :)#van palmer x reader #yellowjackets x reader #van palmer #yellowjackets

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ghostlyfleur · 3 months ago

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steve harrington learns to flourish in the spring like his girl.

it’s your favorite season and you’ve been bringing your boyfriend so much beauty from the very first day he met you, it’s only natural that he learns to appreciate the things you love, “spring’s my favorite season ‘cause of you, honey” and you think that’s funny, ‘cause you only started to really fall in love with spring, and life in general, after you met your love— your stevie is so yellow, so spring-time, so flower fields and picnics and bakery dates and swimming in lakes. he’s built for nature, for beauty, for sunny days and gentle breezes. he’d take you late night stargazing followed by fries and milkshakes at a 24 hour diner, talking and laughing into the early hours of the morning. you’d make your boy flower crowns he’d guard with his life, learning to preserve them later, “i keep everything you give me, sweet girl, ‘cause it’s from you” and the kind of love that just keeps blooming, like the flowers you love so much, so it makes sense that your flourishes in the spring.

#stevie and spring 💐#fairy writes #steve harrington (harmo’s version)#boyfriend!steve harrington #lovesick!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x sunshine!reader #steve x you #steve x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington thoughts #steve harrington fluff #tooth-rotting fluff

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mistachesme · 5 months ago

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Letters to Ajax

CW - smut, angst no comfort minors dni

You never sent the letters.

You wrote them in the dead of night, tucked between fevered dreams and restless fingers. They were secrets you kept, words that bled from your fingertips onto pages you never had the courage to give him.

Ajax would never read them, and that was the worst part—he didn’t have to.

He already knew.

And still, you are here, standing in his dimly lit apartment, your back pressed against the door like you’re bracing for something. Ajax sits on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his messy hair, watching you.

"You shouldn’t be here," he murmurs, voice low, tired.

"You say that every time," you shoot back, stepping forward. "And yet, you let me in."

Ajax exhales, shaking his head, but there’s no anger in it—only something like surrender.

The space between you feels smaller than it is, filled with unsaid words and all the things you can’t take back. You take another step, fingers brushing over his shoulder. He shivers under your touch, and that tiny reaction sets something loose inside you.

"You told me to move on," you whisper, lips inches from his. "I tried."

Ajax’s jaw tenses. "And?"

You drag your fingers down his arm, slow, deliberate. "And I fucking hate you for making me want you this much."

His breath hitches. For a second, it seems like he will push you away, say something final, end it once and for all. But then he moves—so fast you barely register it—grabbing your wrist, pulling you into his lap.

Your knees land on either side of him, his hands gripping your thighs, his face buried in your neck. He inhales deeply, like he’s trying to commit you to memory, like he hates how much he needs you.

"You think I don’t want you?" Ajax mutters, voice rough, strained.

"You never say it."

He pulls back, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "That doesn’t mean I don’t feel it."

Something inside you cracks at those words.

And then his mouth is on yours.

It isn’t soft or hesitant—it’s raw, desperate, teeth scraping, tongues meeting, fingers tangling in hair. His hands slide up your dress, gripping your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. Your fingers curl around the fabric of his hoodie, tugging, yanking, needing more, more, more.

"Tell me to stop," he whispers, voice shaking.

You don’t. You never could.

Ajax groans, his hands slipping beneath lace, fingers teasing, spreading you apart until you’re trembling, gasping into his mouth.

"You’re so wet," he murmurs, half in awe, half teasing.

"Shut up," you groan, but the words melt into a moan as he pushes a finger inside you, slow, deep, curling just right.

You bury your face in his shoulder, muffling the sounds spilling from your lips as he works you open, as he whispers against your ear—"Let me hear you, baby"—as he adds another finger, his thumb circling your clit, dragging you higher, higher, until you shatter against him.

He catches you when you go limp, pressing kisses into your hair, stroking your back as you come down.

"You’re mine," he murmurs, not as a claim, but as a confession. "You always have been."

You lift your head, eyes hazy, lips swollen. "Then show me."

Ajax doesn’t hesitate.

In one smooth motion, he flips you onto the bed, his body pressing you into the mattress, his mouth trailing fire down your neck, your collarbone, lower. When he pushes your dress up and settles between your thighs, you barely have time to brace yourself before his tongue replaces his fingers.

Your hands fly to his hair, tugging hard, and he groans into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.

"Ajax—"

"I know," he murmurs against you. "I got you."

And he does. He ruins you. Again. Just like he always does.

By the time he finally moves over you, bracing himself on his elbows, you are wrecked—eyes glassy, lips parted, body aching for him.

He brushes your hair back, pressing his forehead against yours. "I don’t want to hurt you."

"You won’t."

His lips ghost over yours. "You deserve more than this."

Your heart clenches. "Then give me more."

Something flickers in his eyes.

And then he kisses you—deep, slow, like he’s making a promise he doesn’t know if he can keep. When he finally pushes inside you, you both gasp, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling.

Ajax moves with purpose, with reverence, like he’s worshiping you, like he wants to make you feel everything he can’t say. His fingers lace with yours, pinning your hands above your head, his lips tracing every inch of skin he can reach.

"You feel like home," he whispers.

You almost sob at that.

You move together, bodies tangled, hands exploring, lips searching, chasing pleasure, chasing something deeper. And when you shatter again, he follows right after, burying himself inside you, whispering your name like a prayer.

After, as you lay tangled in sweat and tangled sheets, you trace circles on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"You’re gonna disappear again, aren’t you?" you murmur.

Ajax sighs, tightening his grip around you. "I don’t know what I want."

Your throat tightens.

"See?" you whisper. "That’s why I don’t want to understand you anymore."

Ajax’s fingers still against your skin.

For a long time, you just lay there in silence, the weight of everything pressing down on you both.

Eventually, you sit up, slipping out of his hold. Ajax watches you, something like regret flickering in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop you.

You get dressed slowly, methodically, like you’re trying to convince yourself this is the last time. When you reach the door, you hesitate, fingers tightening on the handle.

"I never sent you my letters," you admit, voice barely above a whisper. "Because deep down, I knew you’d never give me the ending I wanted."

Ajax sits up, running a hand through his hair. "What ending did you want?"

You turn back, meeting his gaze one last time.

"One where you chose me."

You don’t wait for a response.

You just walk out, leaving the letters unwritten and your heart still tangled in his hands.

#childe fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe smut #childe x reader smut #childe x reader #childe x reader angst #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader angst #genshin impact angst #genshin x reader smut #genshin x reader angst #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #minnie writes 💐

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taurasiluvr · 1 year ago

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ry can i be the 💐 emoji?

alsoooooo cannot stop thinking about calling diana 'daddy' while she scissors me, kissing my ankle and calling me her good girl 🤍🤍🤍🤍

omg anon stop that's gonna make me go insane

diana's hands would be pushing your legs further apart as she rubs herself against you, ignoring your whimpering and the anticipation and need building to a fever pitch. she rubbed herself against you, her pussy sliding along your slick folds, teasing you mercilessly.

"daddy, please," you'd pleaded, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and desire.

she'd keep ignoring your cries, her focus solely on driving you wild with need. her movements were deliberate, each rub sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, but never quite enough to bring you over the edge.

"look at you," dee murmured, her voice low and husky. "so desperate, so fuckin' needy. is this what you wanted, baby? to be reminded of who you belong to?"

"yes," you gasped, your hands clutching at the sheets as you tried to push back against her, seeking more friction, more contact. "yes, daddy, please, need you."

"that's right, fuck," she said, her tone commanding. "you're mine, all mine. my good fuckin' girl,"

with that, she shifted her position slightly, aligning herself with your slick and puffy pussy. she'd beginning rubbing herself against you, harshly, leaving no room for you to even breathe. you cried out, the sensation overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and overstimulation.

dee set a relentless pace, each rub driving hard, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. her hands gripped your ankles, holding you steady as she took you hard and fast. the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin.

"daddy," you whimpered, your voice breaking as you felt the tension within you coil tighter, ready to snap.

"cum for me, baby," dee growled, her own voice rough with arousal. "let go."

with her permission, you let yourself fall over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with a force that left you breathless. your body trembled, your vision blurred, and all you could do was hold on as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

dee continued to move, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering, spent mess beneath her. finally, she slowed, her thrusts becoming gentle, almost tender, as she brought herself to climax. she let out a deep groan, her body shuddering as she found her own release, her lips finding your ankles as she peppered kisses all over them.

then she'd collapsed next to you, pulling you into her arms, both of you panting and spent. she'd held you close, her fingers gently stroking your hair as you both came down from the high.

thanks anon for the thought! & if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

#diana taurasi #diana taurasi x reader #diana taurasi x you #diana taurasi headcanons #wnba smut #wnba x reader #wnba basketball #phoenix mercury #wbb x reader #wbb smut #taurasiluvr writing #ry's anons: 💐#wlw #lesbian

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clarasdomain · 1 month ago

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Genevieve's Room Relaxation;;💐

Her card :)

The day was peaceful. Genevieve had her typical smile on her face as she returned from her usual trip to Sam's Mystery Shop. She had purchased a new piece of fabric, something pink and flowery patterned, one of the new batch that had just arrived at the store, and Genevieve was overjoyed about it. She planned on using the end of this beautiful day to make a new dress for tomorrow with it. Or maybe a blouse? She didn't know yet.

As she skipped along on her path back to the Ramshackle dorm, humming something that she didn't even know what it was (thanks to her curse, it was almost impossible to not be humming all the time) when she saw a flicker of blue flame near the door of Ramshackle. She immediately recognized who it was, as a big smile took over her face.

"IDIAAAAAA!" She ran, as the pale boy who seemed to be about to knock on the door turned, startled.

"G-Genny! Oof-" The redhead jumped on him, and even if he did his best to catch her on air, he almost fell on his back. "D-do you have to jump on me everytime you see me??"

"Well, of course!" She said, still hanging on the boy's neck. "You're my boyfriend now, so I don't need to hold back! Right?" She asked, as she gently pulled apart from the hug to look into his eyes.

Idia gulped. Not exactly from nervousness—although she always managed to make him short-circuit with the slightest flutter of her eyelashes—but mostly because he still didn't believe that they were dating. For a couple of months now, officially, but sometimes it still didn't feel real to him.

"Y-yeah, of course..." He smiled, as his arms stopped hugging her so his hands could rest shakingly on her waist. "I-I don't really have a specific reason to be here, I just..." Then, he noticed the bag hanging from her arm, which made him a little curious. "Oh, you bought something?"

"Mhm!" She chirped, as she slowly let go of his neck and stepped back a bit. "Fabric, from Sam's Shop! Going to make a very pretty dress for myself tomorrow. Or a blouse. I don't know, I'm just going with the flow."

Idia gently let go of her waist as she picked the piece of fabric out of the bag. He raised his brows—it was pink and patterned with little flowers. Typical Genevieve choice for a sundress.

"You should make a dress- Wait. What's tomorrow?" As he shifted his gaze to her again, his face twisting in doubt.

"Huh?"

"You said you're going to make it for tomorrow. Is there something special about tomorrow?"

"Ah, I guess I haven't told you yet!" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Better late than never. Tomorrow is my birthday!"

That made Idia stop.

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes gently widening in what appeared to be a brief expression of panic. Then, his face twisted in a funny way that only happened when he got deep into his thoughts. Genevieve stared at him, raising one eyebrow while she grinned.

"You don't have to get me anything." She said, her voice quieter and with a soft smile.

That took him out of his thoughts. "Huh? What?"

"You didn't know, so it's ok if you don't have anything for me. I'll be over the moon if you just show up, give me a kiss and wish me a happy birthday." She said, and Idia blushed. She meant it, of course, but maybe she could be hoping otherwise.

So, she finally grabbed the door handle to open it, when she stopped and looked at him. "Oh! Do you want to come in?? It's a bit messy, but you're always welcome."

"Oh, no, no! I still have some things to do today. Y'know... I just stopped by to say hi." He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets as he lowered his head, embarrassed.

Genevieve smiled, then she walked over to him and stood on tiptoe, while gently holding his cheek and placing a small, lingering kiss on his blue lips. Idia gave a small shudder, which made her laugh lightly.

"See you tomorrow, my prince!" She said, turning around and entering the dormitory.

She didn't see how Idia stood there for a moment, staring at the door. How his lips quietly curved into a small grin, as he turned and walked away with a determined look on his face.

Later that afternoon, inside her room, Genevieve was hunched over her desk, over her beloved sewing machine (a gift from Vil a few months ago, when he discovered her designs). Despite the chaos that the room usually found itself in, the redhead was completely silent, and only the noise of the sewing machine kept the room from entering a state of total silence. It was rare that a room could be silent when Genevieve was in it, especially with a curse like hers.

When the door opened, it took a while for Genevieve to look up from her desk to see who it was. Grim entered, with a paper in his paws and a very displeased expression. She smiled, as she turned on her chair to face him.

"Hi Grim!" She asked, as the little creature grumbled something back while climbing the bed and laying face first on the pillow. "What is it that you brought with you?"

"Mmmm." Grim answered, probably a little tired. Genevieve rolled her eyes as she stood and walked over to their bed, picking up the paper from his paws.

She sat on the mattress as she read it down. Slowly, Grim came to sit by her side.

"It's the Survey Of Quality Of Life Improvements for The Student Body." He said, crossing his little arms with that grumpy expression of his. "The headmage wants us to say something that we believe that Night Raven could do to improve our quality of life."

"How thoughtful." She said, with an interested smile on her face.

"Yeah, if only that idiot headmage was actually thoughtful. I bet he'll just mark the answers as read and do absolutely nothing." He said, grunting. "I haven't thought of anything to write, today's class drained all my energy."

"Oh, come on now, Grim dear, don't be so pessimistic! At least he wants us to think of something, that's a start." She said, nudging the cat-like creature's shoulder. "Besides, I have an idea of what we could write."

"Eh, if you say so..." He grumbled, before blinking and turning his curious eyes to the redhead. "But what were you thinking about?"

Genevieve thought for a moment. There were a few things that bothered her about the school, like how neglected the Ramshackle dorm was, or how much she might object to the uniforms, even though the students had some freedom to wear and personalize them however they wanted. But there was one thing that bothered her a lot, for a high-profile school like Night Raven.

"The evaluation system." She said, standing up and going to her desk, looking for the nearest pen and already starting to write. "You mean, the exams?" Asked Grim, who immediately followed her, sitting on the higher chair beside hers.

"Exactly!" She said, without taking her eyes off the text she was writing. "For such a prestigious school as Night Raven, don't you think their grading system is... old-fashioned?"

Then she looked at Grim, and saw the small creature staring at her with his big eyes in an expression of confusion. She laughed lightly, giving him a soft pat.

"I mean, why does a school as... advanced as this one still summarize all of its students' performance during a semester in just one test?" She asks, writing again. "I mean, you can do well the entire semester, but if you happen to have a bad day and can't do your best on the test, does that cancel out your entire performance? It shouldn't be like that."

Grim blinked twice and stared at her. When the redhead finished writing with a proud smile, she turned and furrowed her brows at the cat-like creature.

"...why are you staring at me?"

"Nothing. Sometimes I forget how smart you are." Said Grim, as he came out of his chair and went back to the bed.

"Ah- That- That was rude!" She laughed, shaking her head gently, as she finally put the papers aside to finish her birthday dress.

She only stopped when she finished the dress. It was already very late, probably past twelve when she changed into her pajamas. Then, she curled up on her side of the bed, while Grim was already snoring, and decided to call it a day.

Tomorrow was going to be great. She knew it.

When the first light of day broke through the bedroom window, Genevieve woke up. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes gently, and then looking to the side to check if Grim was still asleep. He was, sound asleep, snoring with a smile like he was dreaming of a mountain of tuna. Genevieve gave him a gentle pat on the head and got up immediately.

As she approached her vanity and sat down, starting to brush her hair, always messy in the morning, that's when the Ramshackle ghosts appeared.

"Happy birthday, Vieve!" They said, in unison, scaring both the redhead and little Grim, who ended up rolling over and falling out of bed with a thud, muttering a loud "ouch".

"Oops, we apologize! Y'know, old habits die hard..." One of the ghosts said, laughing softly at the situation of the little gray furball, who was already starting to walk towards Genevieve.

"Happy birthday, henchhuman." Grim said, still groggy from sleep, but with a sincere smile on his face.

Genevieve smiled at all of them, her eyes watering a little. It was probably the first time in years she felt that appreciated on her own birthday. "Thank you, guys... This means a lot to me."

"You're welcome!" said another ghost, as Genevieve got up to leave the room.

As she descended the stairs, followed by the others, she came to a slight halt as she faced the main room. It was identical to the day before—dusty and even a little messy. She pouted at the vision, as it bothered her a little.

"What's with that face, Gen?" Grim asked, but the girl was already heading towards the kitchen.

Exactly the same as the day before, full of dishes to wash. Genevieve clicked her tongue in disapproval. How could she let the dorm get into that state on her birthday?

The ghosts approached behind her gently, and one of them spoke, scaring her again. "Maybe we can clean the dormitory for you."

She glanced between the ghosts, Grim, and herself...

Then, she had an idea.

•••

"A cleaning spree?!" Grim exclaimed indignantly. "But- But today is your birthday! Can't we do this another day?!"

"Of course not!" The redhead exclaimed, almost offended. "Today is my day, and nothing is more fair than we tidy up our little corner so that it shines, all together!"

"BUT IT'S SEVEN IN THE MORNING, GENEVIEVE!" Grim cried, flopping himself to the floor. "I can't believe you're making me do this!"

"Don't be such a whiner, Grim. Besides, we're not going to do it all by ourselves." She said, skipping over to the window as the ghosts returned with brooms, dustpans, and mops. Genevieve opened the window excitedly. "If we're gonna make this dorm shine today, we're going to need a lot more help!"

Genevieve leaned against the window with one hand near her face, as if she were going to call out to someone. Instead, she sang, a melody she knew by heart, that always worked when she needed extra help with some tasks.

"Ahh, ahh, ahhhh!~"

In less than five minutes, the room was filled with small animals from the small forest behind the campus: birds, squirrels, even a fox came to help. Genevieve clapped her hands, smiling.

"Thanks for coming, little friends! Now, let's tidy up this dorm. And there's nothing better for tidying up than a happy working song!"

And just like that, her curse triggers, and Genevieve's eyes lit up. A sweet, soft melody began to play around the dormitory, and soon, both she and Grim, the ghosts and all the little animals present were trapped in a lively and happy musical number, typical of her curse, which by this point she had already learned to embrace it.

In this way, the cleaning went quite quickly. Even Grim seemed to be enjoying the cleaning as he harmonized with Genevieve, the ghosts and the small animals of the forest. In less than three minutes, almost everything was in place. The dishes were clean, the dust had been swept away...

As everyone around prepared for the grand finale of the song, while Genevieve led them from atop the couch, everything stopped when a knock on the door sounded. Everyone, including the redhead, looked at the door in confusion.

"Who could it be?" Genevieve asked, getting off the couch and running her hand through her hair. Grim shrugged, as did the ghosts.

She hurried to the door, fixing her hair and telling the little animals that they could go. When the door opened, Genevieve found Idia standing there. He looked nervous, but determined, with a small package in his hands.

"I-Idia!" She exclaimed, green eyes widening, as she rushed to fix her hair. "D-didn't expect you here so early!"

"I... Wanted to be the first to wish you a happy... Birthday...?" His eyes flickered behind her, as he saw the ghosts and Grim putting away brooms and cleaning products. Then he noticed the last little animals leaving through the windows.

"...did you do a cleaning spree on your birthday? With musical numbers and all??"

"Ah, yes! The place was a mess, I thought it would be good." He held back a laugh at her response.

Idia looked her up and down, noticing her pajamas, especially the print on her shirt.

"Is that supposed to be me?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What?"

"The print. 'I heart my gamer boyfriend', is that supposed to be me?" He asked again, pointing at the shirt this time.

"Oh, that!" She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, laughing awkwardly. "Actually, I've had it since before I came here, but I've never dated anyone before you so..." She laughed again, softer and more relaxed this time. "Maybe I've been manifesting it?"

Idia gave a hearty laugh, though his cheeks were also flushed.

Genevieve invited him in, and he did so, sitting on the couch with the tiny box in his lap.

"It's simple, okay?" He warned, handing it to her, whose green eyes were already shining with anticipation. "I bought it for you. And I know you said I didn't have to get you anything but... Geez... W-we're dating, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't give you a birthday present?"

Genevieve smiled at him, then she focused on opening the package.

When she saw what was inside, her eyes lit up. There was a simple, but very beautiful, silver necklace with a butterfly pendant. It was delicate, with small teal and pink stones on the wings. Butterflies were Genevieve's favorite insect—perhaps a bit predictable for someone like her, but still, it didn't take away from the fact that he remembered.

Her breath caught, as she gently ran the fingers through the butterfly's wings. "Idia... This is beautiful..."

He scratched the back of his neck uncertainly before continuing. "I was thinking about... Taking you on a date. Tonight. N-not our normal domestic dates, but like... Dinner."

Genevieve's gaze shifted up to him in disbelief.

"You mean... In the city? Just... Just the two of us?"

"Only if you want to!" He said quickly, waving his hands. "If you don't like the idea, we can just play video games like usual! O-or do nothing at all! I don't know, I just wanted to do something different for you but..."

He was immediately interrupted by a hug from her, who was almost crying with happiness. His mind froze, not knowing where to put his hands.

"I'd love to, Idia." She said, pulling away from the hug and kissing his cheek. "I really want to go out to dinner with you."

He then gave her a crooked, shy, but genuine smile. "Okay. Cool. Uh... Pick you up at six?"

"Mhm." She nodded, giggling. "I'll wear my new dress. And the necklace you gave me."

For a few seconds, as their gazes locked onto each other, time seemed to slow down. Genevieve gently moved closer, and Idia was already closing his eyes to kiss her, when...

"Ew, get a room!" Grim said, walking down the stairs, ready for class. "Hey, henchhuman, aren't you supposed to be ready for class right now? You're still in your pajamas.

Genevieve's eyes widened, standing up quickly. "Oh my gosh, class! I'm going to be late!"

She ran to the stairs, leaving Idia there, still locked in the almost-kiss. Then, she stopped and rushed back to him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Thank you so much! See you later!" She said, turning back to climb the stairs.

Idia gave a silly smile, clearly in love. Grim, in response, stuck out his tongue. "Ew. Simp."

"You're just mad that you're not going to dinner with us." Idia teased, as he got up to leave the dormitory.

Up in her room, Genevieve was already rushing to tie her hair into her typical pigtails, with a huge smile on her face. She was definitely very excited for that night.

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