potentialguybodyswaps · 2 months ago
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Brother body part swap part 2:
Oh man, my brother is such a dumbass, and now I get to keep his, I mean my new awesome big cock, I get he was trying to be helpful and make me happy, but how dumb could he be?
It started a few days ago when I got kinda self conscious after hanging out with my friends smoking pot, talkin about all the girls we fuck, when in actuality I don’t fuck many, kinda been hurt too many times when they make fun of my dick size….
After my friends left, I sat down with my bro who was high as a kite watching Tv
I asked him “hey Christian, I have a question for you”
“Yuh” Christian said not breaking focus from the tv and looking like a zombie
“How old were you when you first got laid” I said clasping my hands together and leaning in, trying to look like I was focusing on the tv and not his answer
“17”
“And how big is your dick?”
“Um about 9 inches… um you?” He said tilting his head to try and look at me
I wasn’t ready for him to fire back a question like that, I don’t wanna lie but I don’t want him to make fun of me if he’s actually 9 inches, bro must have gotten the good genes in the family
“Um, 7 myself. Why do you ask?” I said feeling like a fraud for lying
“Bro chill, I don’t care, you asked me first after all, what’s the problem, something wrong?” He said finally breaking from trying to make eye contact with me and faced the tv again
“Um, I mean, kinda I guess… some girls I’ve been with kinda think I’m small” i said sinking into the couch feeling embarrassed
“Nah bro, your good, I mean your pretty good looking, no homo. And 7 inches isn’t small, bigger than average, she’s probs just a college slut, there’s always someone bigger. Now let’s just watch the rest of this, and finish the season haha” my brother said laughing referring to the show we’re watching, Rick and Morty, what a fit show for a smoking session might I add
“… wait you think I’m good looking?” I said smiling trying not to blush for some reason “haha thanks bro, just one more question what’s your body count, like how often do you get laid?”
“Uh like 2 or 3”
“2 or 3!? Times or girls?” I said shocked from what I herd
“Times bro, now shut up we can talk about this later dude” he said annoyed that I kept bothering him
I was quiet for the rest of the episode and decided to go up to my room after that figuring that’s the most I could get out of him without it being weird. I mean it was already weird but I didn’t want it to be anymore
I ended up falling asleep pretty early that day sense me and my brother actually go to the same college, we both gotta get up early so he can drive us both there
I wasn’t asleep for long when I herd a knocking at my door
I sat up letting my hair dangle in my face and just pulled my phone out that way I could play games or whatever when whoever walks though the door decides to talk to me
Chris opened the door a little bit and stuck his head in
Ultimately he was just checking in on me asking how I was doing and eventually came in having one of those brotherly talks where he basically just tells me he cares about me, that he’s here if I ever need to talk, and how I’m his favorite little brother, when In reality I’m his only little brother…
We started talking about my problems and I broke down a little bit completely throwing myself onto my bad trying to hide my face so he couldn’t see I was about to cry
I told him I mainly just wanted a actual relationship but all the girls I do like dump me
He told me something along the lines of how he’s not like me, and was shocked this is what I actually want and how it seemed like me and my friends were playing a game of who could fuck the most girls
That just upsetted me even more cause I forgot for a moment about how I’m very good at making it seem like I’m a fuck boi that gets all the girls, when in reality all my one night stands, weren’t one night stands cause of my choice, they all decided 5 inches isn’t enough
Chris could see I was hurting on the inside from this, not knowing the actual reasoning why I can’t keep a girl, and told me that most of his girlfriends always thought I was the cute one, he then proceeded to ask if I wanted him to try and hook me up with one of them
“Ya” I said trying not to let my voice break
“Ok, I’ll start work on it tomorrow” Christian said walking out
The next day came and went as usual, however Christian did tell me I had a date with his Ex Beth in like 2 days! That’s not alot of time to prepare but I think he purposely set it up cause that’s my birthday, must just trying to be cheap and call my date a gift or something
I spent the whole rest of that day and the next telling Christian all my ideas for my date and asking questions like what did she like
Chris told me “just be you, maybe hang out for a little bit, dinner if she gets hungry, perhaps take her out to the lake and go for a swim”
I asked Chris “ how are we gonna get there? It’ll be pretty weird if you have to drive us, even more pathetic if she has to drive us” I said annoyed
I saw chris roll and eyes and reach into his pockets pulling out the keys to his mustang and tossing them to me
“Duh bro you can borrow my car I guess while you go on your date, don’t fucking scratch it tho, you know mustangs aren’t cheap” he said all seriously
“Seriously bro? Your gonna let me drive the stang? What’s the catch, why are you being so nice all of a sudden” I said squinting my eyes at him
“No reason bro, it’s your birthday, that’s like 1 of the 2 days a year I legally have to be nice to you, what you don’t wanna drive it?” Christian said raising an eyebrow to me
“No!, No!, I do! It was just a question that’s all” i said back peddling trying not to get him ask for his keys back
“Listen we can talk more about this tomorrow ok?” I said tossing him back the keys
Me being the stoner I am I proceeded to go back to my room and get high so I can fall asleep and wake up sooner to start enjoying my birthday
As always I’m typically the first one out the door but this morning I almost tripped over a packaged addressed to Chris
I opened back up the front door and yelled “Chris there’s a package here for you! On the step” And the. Proceeded to go back to the car
Once inside I kinda just closed my eyes and tried falling asleep again, sleeps one of my favorite things and I’ll take every minute I can get of it
For some reason my feet got super tight in my shoes but I didn’t think much about it just kicked them off so it quit distracting me from taking a few minute nap
After a bit I could hear my door open and a pair of shoes and keys were tossed on me
“Your driving” I herd a voice say
I looked up was shocked to see my own body wearing my clothes
“Bro what the fuck! Why am I looking at myself” i said frantically trying to pull the sun visor down just to be greeted with my brothers face instead of mine
“Holy shit! I’m you now Christian, how did this happen!?” I said feeling my face thinking I was still asleep
In the corner of my eye I could see my brother reach into his hoodie and pull out a necklace dangling it around his neck
“Remember the necklace you wanted” he said still jiggling the necklace around
“Ya and you got it? And it actually works!?” Holy shit bro this is crazy” I said unbuttoning my jeans so I can check his dick out
“Aye bro, I think you forgot a part” I said looking at him disappointed
“Nah dude, I just felt like it’d be weird to swap that, now anyways get up your driving.” Chris said standing there waiting for me to get up
I stood up, putting on his shoes and walked over to the driver side and started the car. Not gonna lie, really weird being in my brothers body, like carrying the weight feels weird, we both weigh almost the same but since Chris is taller I’m way skinner now than in my real body… but anyways I was really excited to drive my brothers car, I fucking love his car, I kinda have a thing for mustangs
I know it’s important to let your car warm up so I left it started for about a minute before I put it in drive and started heading to our classes
“So… um, how long is this gonna last? Or how long are we gonna stay swapped” i said trying to keep my eyes on the road
“Oh I don’t know, there was a instructions booklet but I don’t think we need that haha… aslong as you want bro, aslong as it’s within reason, so could be for a day, could be for a week or two, but I definitely don’t wanna be you for a whole month haha, guess you could consider this another birthday gift” said laughing checking his smile out in the side mirror
“Oh jeez, thanks bro, but you do remember I have that date tonight right?” I said a bit annoyed about the timing of the swap
“Well I mean we could always swap back after class. Or we could stay like this and I could go on your date for you maybe? That way I can do everything possible to make sure you get a 2nd date and continue seeing you, sense, ya know… you like to fuck up a lot haha” he said laughing at me
“Not funny dude, but ya dude I guess maybe it would be a good idea for you to go as me. You’d probably know what she would like and could probably seal the deal with her to date me” I said pulling off the main road and onto the campus looking for a place to park
“So we have a deal then?” Chris said holding a hand out
“Deal” i said shaking his hand
After turning the car off and opening the door to get out I herd Chris yell “Hope you have a good day CHRISTIAN” he said putting emphasis on his name, er I guess my name for now
“You too benji” I said also putting emphasis on his new name
I went to Chris’s class for the day and they were a lot harder than what I expected mainly the bullshit math and science ones that typically don’t have much to do with whatever major you pick
After school I waited by the car for my brother to come that way I can drive us both home and he can start getting ready his date
Chris was going though my whole closet looking for a outfit that was date worthy and when the time finally came for him to go pick Beth up, he came and grabbed the keys to the car
After he took the keys and left me in his room, I started looking at myself in the mirror slowly stripping looking at my boney figure
I mean Chris ain’t that bad looking but even he admits I’m the better looking one, I mean truthfully I don’t think I’d mind staying in his body, but only if I had his dick, that’s also assuming he’s not lying about being 9 inches hard haha, I know I’m no where near that, I’m really 5 inches and our dad is about the same so I doubt bro is even above 6
Wondering if it was possible a swap could be permanent I remembered Chris said there was a instruction book that he threw away cause who needs one for a fucking necklace
I found a little pamphlet in his trash and started reading it, really only 2 pages explaining how it works, how to do a swap, but after that there was a section explaining what to do if you want a swap to become permanent
The pamphlet said if you want a permanent swap all you have to do is jerk off since the magic in the necklace is holy magic, any sins done while swapped can break the magic link leaving it useless to those that used it. So things like sexual conduct before marriage, or even just jerking off was enough to break it
It’s a good thing I read this cause I was gonna jerk off but I don’t think I wanna be stuck as my brother, taller and skinner now but with the same sized dick I have, it kinda looks even smaller
I decided to get dressed again and started playing Chris’s Xbox looking for a good game to play, finally settling on over watch playing quick play not wanting to mess up his competitive score
About an hour and a half later, I was in the middle of the practice range testing out a new hero when I herd the door open, I paused it and turned around looking up to see my brother “how’d it go, does she still wanna go out with me?” I said
“Oh ya bro, it’s still not over, I’m just here to grab some shorts cause she wants to go down to the lake and go for a swim before it gets real dark… do you think it’d be wrong of me if I tried to fuck her on the first date?” He said grabbing a bag and putting some black shorts and some towels in it
“Nah bro, I mean it does sound like something I’d do, so she might be expecting it” i said not able to help giving him a sly smile
Chris ended up setting his bag down and went into the bathroom connected to his room, just then an idea struck me and I ran to my room grabbing a pair of my shorts and ran back taking his shorts out tossing them under the bed and stuffing mine in the bag
Just then chris came out the bathroom seeing me stuff something in there.
“What’s that” he said walking closer to grab the bag
“Uh… just some condoms, can’t be too careful right?” I said taking a step back trying not to seem suspicious
“Ugh ya thanks bro, stopping at a store to buy some might have been weird if she knew I was planning to do this haha” grabbing the bag and laughing while he walked out saying “see ya later bro”
After he left I couldn’t help but laughing to myself “oh man, I can’t believe I just did that, well I guess atleast now I I’ll know how big his dick is… although I suppose if he does fuck her once we swap junk, we’ll permanently be stuck like this, but I mean if he’s actually that hung and not lying, I think I could live with this, but fuck, I hate the fact that this is a gamble that he’s not lying about how big he is” I thought to myself
I went back to playing my game, going back to quick play, after like 5 or 6 games holding the controller in my hand resting them on my sweats, I started feeling someone brushing my hand, I lifted up both hands and saw a larger bulge than before
“Oh my god this is it, he put my swim shorts on” I thought myself backing out my game and getting up to go to the bathroom
I pulled my sweats down some and could see the large imprint on my underwear, I pulled those down too, to take a piss and was left almost speechless, bro looks as big soft as I do hard that’s insane haha
After getting done with taking I piss I went back to the room and took my pants completely off standing in the middle of the room in just my brothers underwear, I swapped into his early cause why not, not like I could actually swap anything myself
I pulled them down a little bit and grabbed my dick, thinking about how I have my brothers dick might be a little weird but the fact that it’s so much bigger is even hotter
It started growing in my hand and once fully hard I grabbed a tape measure and measured it, I just had to know
And sure enough he wasn’t lying, Chris actually does have a 9 inch dick, we’ll actually 9 inches and 1/4th
I started slowly jerking off at a pace that wouldn’t be able to make me cum, basically just edging and enjoying the use of my huge cock debating if I wanted to cum, I could be the nice brother and swap back with him, but at the same time he probably fucked his ex already, oh man she HAS to be disappointed, but at the same time I don’t wanna go back to disappointed women. But I might not have to, if he fucked her then that means we can’t swap back anyways, but if he hasn’t then that means I have to give him his dick and body back
I sped up my jerking and kept stopping short of cuming for over an hour continuing my internal debate, on whether or not I wanted to do this and keeping Chris’s body, trapping him in mine, like I said kinda hot we’ve swapped bodies entirely, the big dick is even hotter, but I don’t know if I could keep his body forever
Just then I herd a car door slam and I figured that was Christian pissed off, not having anymore time to debate, I sped up, hoping I’m making the right decision, sense I’ve been edging for over an hour it didn’t take long for me to cum now that I ramped up the speed trying to bust before he walks in on me jerking, probably took less than half a minute of me jerking furiously to finally bust sending giant ropes of cum flying out my dick, 6 or 7 ropes total flew out my dick landing a couple feet away and a few more smaller ones landing on my feet
Just as I was panting, about to wipe the tip of my head off and put it away, Chris walks in, i looked at him the moment he opened the door, looking like he was about to yell but went into shock for a few minutes at the site of me with his dick in my hand
“You didn’t!” He said loudly with my old higher voice
“I froze, uh uh uh, this isn’t what it looks like” i said panicking, I thought I’d have a few more moments before he’d come in
“Really? Cause it looks like you swapped my shorts out for yours, I come back after my date almost exploding after I told her I’m almost as big as my brother, which was a let down for her when she saw I’m only 5 inches hard! And walked in right after you got done jerking off in my body!” He said angrily
“Uh, uh, Im sorry just couldn’t help myself, when I noticed my dick didn’t feel right I decided to check it out and then I got hard from looking at this chopper and I just couldn’t help myself haha” i said trying to break the tension
“Whatever dude your lucky Beth still wants to go out with you, we’re fucking done with this swap, get out” he said grabbing some of his clothes and a beanie
I walked out smirking knowing what was gonna happen.
“Hold on,” I said stopping at the door “I thought you said we could stay swapped for a week or too”
“Ya well you forfeited that when you took my shorts and swapped them with your own, I told you I didn’t wanna swap junks with you, I mean who wants a smaller dick, not to mention balls. I didn’t wanna lose 2 inches and instead you forced me to lose 4! Now get out!” He screamed at me slamming the door on me
I went back to my room smirking and just laid on my bed waiting for him to realize swapping back wouldn’t work
I laid in bed for about 5 minutes when I herd a “WHAT THE FUCK” from across the hall and then stomping coming my way
“Oh? Did you change your mind?” I said trying to look shocked but failing to hide a creeping smile from popping up on my face
“No as you can see, I’m wearing my clothes but nothing happened, now help me get this dam necklace off” he said failing to get the necklace off
“Oh this is great, I mean might not be the best body to be stuck in but with a dick this big, I don’t mind giving up the cute brother title, atleast I’ll be the big dicked brother haha fucking sweat!” I thought to myself as I walked over and tried to unclasp the necklace to no prevail, I decided to pull it off breaking the clasp to the necklace
I decided to grab some of my old clothes and put them on before I decided to loosely tie the necklace around my neck so I was technically still wearing it
“Did you ever read the instructions” i said trying to hide a smile
“No, what would be so important about stupid instructions for a necklace” he said frustrated
“A magic necklace, and well in the instructions it says that part of the magic is if you desire to keep your parts you have, all you have to do is cum, ether jerking off or sex, whatever gets you to blow” i said with a full blown shit eating grin now as I saw realization Dawn upon Chris’s face
“And well you already had sex with Beth in my body right?” I said
“Ya” he said changing facial expressions from confused to horrified
“And I already jerked off right before you got back. Which means nothing is probably gonna happen” i said
We waited in silence for a couple minutes before he finally snapped
“So you knew if you jerked off we wouldn’t be able to swap back!? What the fuck is wrong with you dude? Now we’re stuck like this! We gotta find a way to swap back, I don’t wanna be known as the small dick little brother” Chris said with tears in his eyes
“Let me reiterate something you said to me not long ago. “” who wants a smaller dick”” well not me, when I saw you weren’t actually bullshitting about having a 9 inch dick, I decided I don’t actually mind having your body. Knowing you probably would try and bang your ex in my body, I decided to seize the opportunity and jerk off in your body, just to seal the deal in case you didn’t fuck her, just so I can keep this” I said putting my hand in my pants and fondling my dick and balls
“I mean not to mention even if I didn’t swap our shorts out, sense you fucked her we’d still be stuck but then you’d be hung in my body while I kept my shrimp dick in yours, it kinda looked weird on me sense I’m skinner and taller now… so don’t be mad that you fucked up and made it permanent, I just took advantage and swapped the final thing out that way it’s a complete Bodyswap” i said
“I mean you don’t have to be known as the little dicked brother, your known as the cute brother now, you just happen to have a small cock now, so if I was you BENJI, I’d get use to being the smaller brother in more than one way, cause luckily for me, this is permanent now haha” i said laughing and putting emphasis on his name
#longoverdo
#fromthevault
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fortunapre · 4 days ago
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Oscar asks you to attend an important event with him, and during this, secrets and moments are shared. HOT MOMENTS!!!
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: my first smut so tread carefully. 18+, also kind of fluff, p in v, fingers do things, swearing, 1st person
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A classic childhood best friends to lovers. This story is written in first person and includes thoughts of the main character:
y/n of course.
I know that I promised him. I know what I promised him. However, I also know that keeping this promise might very well leave me crying on my bathroom floor listening to Gracie Abrams's "I Should Hate You” later tonight. 
You know when you agree to something so irrational and god damn stupid that you immediately know you’ll regret it? At the time, when he asked me, I thought: I should really start going out more anyways and, really, how bad could it be? Safe to say, if I could go back in time and strangle (maybe not strangle but slightly maim) those words out of past-Me’s mind, I'd be hopping in a telephone booth right now. 
But, if that were the case, you wouldn't be hearing about this now, would you? 
I guess some explanation should be given…
Cheesy movie-like-warping flashback to 2 months ago…
It was around noon on a blistering Thursday, at the Singapore Grand Prix. I had just shown up a little later than expected, and the sun had already given me a death wish. I was wearing a Mclaren cap and sunglasses, but I swear heat waves were emitting from my face. Dramatics aside, it was really fucking hot, and I wanted to find Oscar and get in the shade ASAP.
I probably looked stupid as I whipped my head back and forth like a crazy woman, trying to spot him. I dragged the friend I’d taken with me across the paddock, trying to locate the Mclaren Area.
Once I remembered it's the 21st century and I have a cellphone, I called Oscar.
“Yeah?” He answered after one ring. 
“Ugh where are you? I’ve been looking everywhere…”
“I'm at the Mclaren-”
“Where?! I don’t see a wink of papaya.” My friend beside me gave me a pointed look because I was getting a bit aggressive because of the heat, but who cares? I NEED SHADE.
“If you’d let me finish my sentence, dork, I’d have told you It’s to the left of the entrance. It’s kind of hidden by Ferrari.”
“Okayyyyy…” I said while walking and looking around for what he was talking about.  “walking there now. See ya.”
“See ya.”
I hung up and practically sprinted to where he said. 
Once I caught sight of Lando a few steps away, I knew I was heading the right way.
“Lando!” I yelled. He looked up from his phone, eyes squinting and searching for the voice that called his name. He was wearing a nice outfit, no doubt because it was media day. Once he saw me he smiled and gave a short wave. 
I tried to bring my friend with me, but they insisted on going to the Ferrari area instead since “Mclaren is enemy territory.”
I understood and let them go since I know how much of a die-hard Tifosi they are.  
Once I reached Lando, I gave him a short hug and stood next to him in the shade. I was going to ask how the day’s been so far, but he spoke first. 
“Wow, was it really that bad? What did you say?” Lando said, looking at me with concern. “Umm what?” I am very confused. Who? What? When where? Huh? “Lando. What are you talking about?”
“Well, you walked over looking kind of, i don’t know… mad? And now you're all red so I assumed that your guy’s conversation didn’t go down well.” He explained, still not giving me a better explanation.”
“Huh? What why? Wait. Mine and whose conversation?” I expressed my concern and confusion by waving my arms around. 
“Oscar, dumbass. Who else?”
“I just got here. What are you talking about? Actually, I was going to see Oscar right now, but I thought I’d catch up with you, since I saw you first.” 
“Oh! You haven’t seen Oscar yet?” Lando’s eyebrows raised up like a cartoon character in surprise. I shook my head. “Go over there! He should be by the interviewer's pen. And just ignore everything I said. Yeah?”
“I- ok?” Before I could say anything Lando walked away towards a group of people holding neon yellow merch. 
I shook my head in confusion and then walked towards the interview pen. I spotted Oscar in a second, wearing a black Quadlock T-shirt, black shorts, an orange and blue OP81 cap, and the all-known backpack. His hands were in his pockets and he was nodding along to whatever the person next to him was talking about. 
He caught sight of me and did a double take in my direction. Instead of immediately leaving his conversation, he kept nodding respectfully but while occasionally looking at me. The person talking to him must have realized he was distracted and let him go. Once he was free, he turned away and started walking towards me, a smile present like always. 
“You good? You look a little sweaty?” He asked while laughing a bit and wiping the space between my eyebrows and hat with the cold handkerchief he was holding. 
“No shit, Sherlock.” I answered and tried to wipe away more moisture with the collar of my shirt, to no avail. He just gave me the handkerchief instead of watching me struggle. 
Once I was done, I looked at him and saw his classic amused smirk. I shoved his shoulder playfully and walked past him into the shade. 
He directed me to a room with air conditioning. It had a couch, closet and other Oscar things- it was his driver’s room. 
I plopped down on the couch, fanning myself. 
He sat down next to me and once he did, I didn’t hesitate to drape my legs over his lap and lay back, exhausted. 
We kind of sat there for a bit until he spoke up.
“So listen there’s this…”
When he stopped talking I opened my rested eyes and lifted my head to look at him. When I saw how flushed he looked, I properly sat up, moving my legs off of him and sat next up. Instead of asking what he was going to say, I just stayed quiet, knowing he would say it when he wanted to. 
“I have a question for you. You can say no, but I figured I’d ask you since you're my closest friend and I’d be more comfortable if you were there.” He said quickly.
(Hi. Future-me here. I’d have told you what him saying “friend” did to my heart, but I haven’t explained that part yet.)
“Ok, I’m all ears!” Who says that? Is that an actual saying? Why am I nervous?
He laughed a bit at that and continued talking. “So, are you up to going to this team gala thing in November with me, ‘cause I need a plus one and I don’t think I could get an actual date at that time.”
So, 1. Actual date? What's that supposed to mean? And 2. What does he mean he couldn’t get a date when he looks like that?
(If you didn’t get that: I find Oscar very attractive.)
“Oh, um…” I started.
(Waaiiiittttttttttt)
 “Well, I guess. I mean-” I stuttered.
(Anddddddddd)
 “Sure. I’ll go with you.” I finally said. 
(There it is. The worst mistake: I agreed to go to this stupid gala with him.)
Present
After I agreed to go to the gala with him, he brightened up and the look on his face made me excited to go, at the time. Now, however, I’m standing in my room, in my dress, chewing my nails and thinking over any type of excuse I could come up with. 
Over these past 2 months since he asked me, we’ve gotten closer. 
We’ve been hanging out more, and doing things that have made me feel like maybe he reciprocates my feelings. 
Oh! By the way, I’m in love with my best friend, Oscar Piastri, but you probably already gathered that. 
This Gala is making me nervous because of how intimate it sounds to go as Oscar’s date and social gatherings haven’t been my favorite either. 
So, now I’m racking my brain on anything I could say to get out of this. 
Right as I debate pretending to fall ill, my doorbell rings. 
I take a deep breath, grab my purse and my shoes and make my way downstairs to answer the door. 
Once the door swings open, I’m hit with cold air from outside, but a shiver makes it’s way throughout my body for a completely different reason.
Oscar’s standing there, wearing a black suit that fits him way too well. He’s wearing a burnt orange tie to match my dress and is holding flowers. His face is tinted pink from the cold and his hair is messy in a “yeah I styled it, but in a rockstar-messy-sexy way.”
We both looked at each other in silence, checking each other out with no guilt. His gaze broke from me first and right as I was trying to imagine what his torso looked like under his shirt, he cleared his throat. I looked away quickly and smiled at him warmly. He had his signature smile-smirk that made me want to grab his face and kiss it off of him. 
I withheld from any of the inappropriate actions flooding through my mind, no matter how many, and instead let him in. 
He walked in and stood in the entrance across from me. 
“It’s 7, and you’re not even finished getting ready?” He asked, grabbing my heels from my hand and lifting them up. 
“Yeah, well, to be honest I’m kind of nervous.”
Instead of asking why, he just nodded his head in a 'yeah me too' way. 
He set the flowers down on a table nearby and started kneeling. 
“Oscar, come on.” I tried to lift him up by his jacket, but he just playfully swatted my hand and continued. He lifted one of my feet slowly and began putting my shoe on for me.
Safe to say I am very much enjoying this, and might just internally combust.
Once he put both shoes on, he looked up at me, still kneeling. Instead of getting up immediately, he just looked at me for a bit and me him. 
There was something burning and overly intimate about this: us looking at each other. He slowly got back up and stood in front of me at his normal, towering, height. The change in his position did not stop our gazes. 
He looked serious now. Not the usual, playful, best-friend Oscar. Something different....
“You look beautiful.” He spoke in a low, gravely way that made my insides warm.
I looked down, blushing like crazy.
He looked away, a new hard expression on his face, and opened the door for us both. 
“Thankyou for the flowers.” I mentioned it quietly, afraid of this blooming tension.
He just nodded and led me to his car.
 
When we reached the gala, my nerves still hadn’t settled. In Oscar’s case, he didn’t look relaxed anymore. The whole way here, he kept stealing glances at me. I tried to understand what he was thinking but his expression wasn’t giving anything away. 
We walked into the building together. His head was on the small of my back, and since the dress was backless, his pinky was very close to grazing the top of my underwear. My back was burning from his touch and it’s all my mind was on. As we walked through a ton of people, I never thought about anything other than Oscar’s hands, and what they would feel like anywhere lower. 
Welcome to my mind: the place where Oscar’s hands have supremacy over any valid thought process.
I imagined him gripping my hips and pulling me close. Rubbing my arms, touching my face, lightly brushing my lips with his fingers, slowly touching my thigh. 
But then his hand left my back, and my surroundings faded back into reality. 
We reached an area where people were mingling by an open bar. I'm going to need a drink to get through this. 
Before I could get a drink to filter my emotions, Lando found us. 
“Hey guys, thank god you're here.” He said. He was wearing a nice navy suit, and any girl would fawn over him. Except, next to me was Oscar, and he looked so incredibly handsome that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him to spare Lando anymore than a glance. 
“Hey man.” Oscar fist-bumped him awkwardly and I gave him a small side hug. 
“You guys are kind of late, but that’s okay because everybody figured you guys were doing-” Lando didn’t finish whatever he was going to say and instead gave a horrible wink. 
I didn’t understand what he was saying at first but then Oscar made a comment,
“Mate, come on.” Oscar looked annoyed with Lando and rolled his eyes. I blushed when I realized and scoffed at Lando’s attempt to make a joke. 
“Yeah, sorry. It’s true though.”
“Lando.” This time i scolded him. 
“Sorry! Anyways, you’re a bit late so you missed the introduction but I'll summarize. There’s going to be an open bar, a raffle, dancing and mingling. The raffle's for some car but we don’t get to participate...But he wants us to either talk to these fancy people and find sponsors or dance.”
I winced a bit, not at all excited to do any sort of talking, let alone business talking. 
Lando walked away towards a pretty blond woman, going to do God knows what and left us to decide what to do with these instructions. I thought hard about how much I do not want to talk to strangers and instead blurted out: “Let’s dance.”
Oscar looked at me quickly in confusion. “What? You hate dancing. Remember the school dance where we sat at the table the whole night because of how petrified you were of dancing in front of everyone?”
Yes, of course I remember. Right now, though, I’d take anything over sponsor-mingling.
“I'd do anything to not have to follow you around to make conversation with these people. So, let’s look busy and dance.”
Oscar agreed and took my hand.
His hands, good lord. We found a spot and situated ourselves in a normal dance position. 
His hands were on my waist, and I held mine around his neck. I did whatever I could to not make eye contact. Instead, I watched as couples around the room held each other closely and danced to the music, looking very formal. 
“You good?” Oscar asked me in a whisper. He tilted his head down to speak right next to my ear. He was very close to my face, and when I moved to look at him and answer, our noses brushed. I jerked away a bit at the touch and just nodded. I held him closer and rested my head on his chest. My heart was beating out of my chest. He was breathing slowly and deeply near my face. 
Our closeness, his voice, his touch, my heart, and the collection of everything that’s happened over these last two months were gathering to the front of my mind.
I needed to say something. 
“Oscar.” I whispered, finally making eye contact with him. 
His gaze was sharp, darting between both of my eyes.
“Yeah?” he asked softly. 
We were slowly moving to the music, and he was leading effortlessly. Even though dancing in a crowd was one of my worst nightmares, I wasn’t scared at all. All of my emotions were focused on the man holding me. My best-friend. My childhood crush. My Oscar. I needed to tell him how I felt. Tonight.
“Can we go somewhere private?” I asked nervously. His eyes got intense and his jaw moved. He looked around the room, and without asking why, he took his hands away from my waist and held my lower back, moving me through the dancers. 
He didn’t know this building and neither did I, so it took us some time to find somewhere, but eventually we found a room filled with plants. It didn’t look like an indoor garden at all. Instead, it looked like plants that originally decorated the building and were stashed in this room for the night, to make room for Mclaren decor. The green made the room weirdly beautiful and the arrangement of vases were Louvre-worthy. 
Oscar closed the door behind him and turned to me. I sat on the edge of a table that was in the middle of the room and hid my face in my shoulder, suddenly scared and regretting this very much. 
Oscar and I have always been able to tell when something was bothering the other. So, whenever one of us caught that look on the other, we never pressured them to say anything. Instead, we waited in comfortable silence for the other to say what they wanted. Asking somebody what’s wrong over and over or pressuring the anwer out of someone never works. So, we wait. Wait until we’re ready. 
That’s what Oscar was doing. He was waiting for me to speak up, but I could tell the silence was eating at him this time. So, I spoke.
“Listen, I’m just going to say it. I don’t know if this is going to change our friendship, and I really don’t want it to. If it’s weird, just ignore it and we’ll pretend this never happened, ok? I don’t want you to leave my life or stay away forever after this.” I said quickly, looking at my feet dangling from the edge of the table. 
Oscar didn’t respond at first. I looked up trying to catch an emotion but I had no idea what he was thinking.
Instead, he stepped closer to me. He got so close that his thighs were touching my knees. 
“Nothing you say could ever keep me away from you.” He said, looking at me with sincerity and an intensity that could have someone on their knees in a second. 
I just nodded and cleared my throat.
“Ok.” I nodded again, trying to get the words out. 
“Oscar, I-” My heartbeat was in my ears and suddenly any nerves fell away as I was cut off. Oscar stopped me from talking by softly grabbing my neck and bringing my face close to his. I fell silent and instead admired our shared breaths. Our noses were touching and with one lean, I could be feeling Oscar’s lips on me. I don’t know what he wants. Is he going to kiss me? A few seconds later, Oscar moved his head a bit. He grazed my lips with his, but we still weren’t kissing yet. All of my emotions were on high, I needed him. Now. 
I took the last space and smashed my lips on his. He inhaled deeply into the kiss and immediately started moving with me. His lips were soft. Softer than I’d imagined.
His hand that was on the back of my neck brought me closer to him. Our lips were only touching. We're not properly making out, but somehow, it was the sexiest, most intimate thing I’d ever felt. Oscar used his other hand to move my knees apart so he could step between them. As soon as he moved closer, a heat burst in my heart. I grabbed the front of his jacket with both hands and pulled him into me. He started moving his lips, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth in the most sensual way. 
I gasped in the air and fluttered my eyes at the feeling of finally kissing Oscar. Oscar was kissing me back and it was more than I could have ever imagined in the steamiest of dreams. 
He kissed me like it was the break of dawn, and he was fulfilling a dream he had about us. I heard the unsteady breathing between us both and every nerve of mine was on fire. 
Oscar placed a hand on my thigh, grazing his thumb across the soft skin. He made a deep noise–a growl?-and said against my lips, “Me too, dork.” He could only mean that he agrees with what I was going to confess. 
“Wait, you didn't even hear me.” I whispered, moving to rest my forehead against his. 
He chuckled and it made me shiver in a way that made me want his whole weight on me. “I’ve known you my whole life. I kind of figured, well I hoped, that’s what you were trying to say with the warning you gave about ‘not wanting to ruin our friendship,’ so I had a hunch and took it.”
I smiled and opened my eyes to look at him. “Im glad.”
“Yeah?” he whispered, then angled his head to kiss along my neck. I was going to reply but only a sultry moan escaped my lips. He sucked in a short breath at the noise and started to nip further down to my collarbone and back up to behind my ear. I ran my fingers through his hair, gently pulling and playing with the strands. He licked the warm spot on my throat and then abandoned my neck. 
“Listen, I know this is extremely inappropriate," I looked at him, praying to any romantic gods that he says what I need him to say. "but I really need you right now. I think I’ll go insane…” He kissed me again, this time not hard but inviting and slowly. My mind was going haywire from his confession. He seemed so confident, and his touches and movements only seemed to validate the truth of his wants.
I pulled back and made sure to look him in the eye when I said: “Please, yes.”
He growled again and latched our lips and hips at the same time, dragging me closer to him. He was still standing between my legs, while I sat on the table. I was grasping at his hair, then down to the nape of his neck where I pulled him again. I couldn't get enough of him. 
He slowed us down again and started to take off his jacket. Then, he got down on his knee to take off my shoes.
What kind of irony is it that he’s doing exactly what I imagined him doing when he was putting them on.
After the shoes, was his tie, then I undid the buttons of his shirt. I wasted no time feeling his toned abs with both hands. We kissed for a little longer, not being able to leave our mouths alone for long.
What’d you expect? Its years of mutual longing, of course, we’re making it last.  
Finally, all that was left between us was my bra, and our underwear.
He was incredibly hot and I needed to feel him closer. I didn’t want a barrier between us anymore. In seconds, the last pieces of clothing were gone and our bare bodies were feeling everywhere. 
He slowly pushed me back onto the table and the coldness of the wood made me shiver. Then, he lifted my legs to bend and rest on the table as well. 
I couldn’t see him completely but I felt him. 
His fingers, the ones I’d daydreamed about minutes ago, touched my inner thigh. I heard him let out some unintelligent words as he got closer to where I needed him more than the entire universe. 
“Oscar,” I gasped, telling him my needs.
Then, in a flash, I was brought back up , and facing Oscar again, sitting up. I let my legs drop off the table and Oscar held me close to him again. 
“I need to kiss you. I need you close.” I melted at his words and moaned when his hand crept back down. Our mouths unlatched but slayed near each other. 
“Good god. Is this all for me?” He asked, finally dragging his fingers through my wetness. His fingers push into me, thumb stroking. “All me?”
I nod and this makes him start to stroke and pump. Every feeling in me is being dragged in and out by his hand, making me spiral. Every touch is amplified, making me move with him, over and over. He adds another finger, and I can't hold it anymore. Just a few more and I’d have reached bliss. The bliss was going to have to wait though. 
“Osc.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to come.”
I hold in another cry at the sight of his naughty smirk. “Good.” 
Instead of coming alone, I clumsily reach for him. Once I find the heavy heat of him, I close my hand around it and feel how ready he is. I shift up so he can line up.
He moved his fingers to grp my thighs.
He groans deliciously as he finally sinks in, and that sound tugs at something lovely and warm inside me. 
The relief of him, thick and hungry, sliding deep in and out of me could cause a cosmic reaction. Stars are bursting, my skin could be glowing. By god, If the world was ending around us, I’d stay here with him. Our bodies, finally being together, creates a fire in my bloodstream. 
I whisper that I never want to stop.
He groans how there’s no way this is real. 
I want to keep him here, he never wants to come, never wants to let go. 
I'm already reaching my high, and our expressive, frantic love-making gets me there with a few more thrusts.
I go, he follows. I finish, he’s still following. 
The world feels quiet as we make noises that rival the movies.
In the silence that follows, I feel our heartbeats and hear our mixed breaths.
He kisses me, but it’s so lazy and slow. We have to keep breathing deeply between kisses. 
I shift to disconnect but he stops me, and he brings me into him, hugging me. Our sweat and skin feel each other in a warm embrace. He's still inside me.
“Holy shit.” Oscar says into my hair. “Never leave me.”
What did we just do?
How have we gone this long without doing this? 
I'm going to need it in every part of my life from now on- to live. 
“Oscar, I’m in love with you.” I say, after everything.
He smiles and lifts my face to look at him. “Well I mean, you did just say it like over and over-”
“Oscar, I'm serious.” I lightly smack his chest. I love how after everything we’re still the same friends and lovers that tease each other.
“I love you too.” he kisses me short and sweet. The kiss suddenly grows again. And leads to more. And more.
After we rushed to put on our clothes after realizing how long we were probably missing, we made our way back to the gala. We didn’t stay long, both scared someone would see us and figure out the obvious, and wanting to be alone again somewhere more private. 
We almost made it, when Lando stopped us both. I was going to make up some bullshit excuse, but instead of saying anything, Lando held a hand up, then gave the most horrendous wink and let us pass. Idiot.
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katyawriteswhump · 6 months ago
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top of the world, steddie microfic
For @steddiemicrofic May prompt ‘Top’.
Rating: T  CW: None WC: 510  Tags: kid fic, flashback, established Steddie, mild angst.
Inspired by a discord plot bunny from @bananahoneycomb that I've totally not done justice to (where steddie have been dating for a while before they realize they once knew each other before. ) Thank you anyway <3
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Eddie’s gotten Steve squished between him and a tree, and they’re kissing each other stupid. When they break apart—breathing is tragically necessary—Eddie glances to the treetops to snatch a giddy, Is this real? moment. Steve dabs his tongue around kiss-swollen lips and leans in to start the kiss over.
Eddie’s still staring upward: “Holy shit!”
“What is it?”
“I remember this exact tree. Some kid I once knew got stuck in it.”
Steve glances skyward, tenses, colour draining from his face. “Jesus, Munson—that was me.”
1977
“Johnny?”
On hearing his friend shouting from the treetop, Eddie cringed. If he’d known he’d pass the best month ever with this kid, he wouldn’t have lied about his name.
“I’m at the top, Johnny! C’mon!”
“Still gonna pass, Han. Not a huge fan of heights.”
“Wuss.”
“Ever coming down?”
Eddie waited. And waited. Han shouted, “Sure you won’t climb up?”
“Look, you win. You’re the dude. I’m a candy-ass dweeb.”
“Johnny, please.” Han’s voice turned wobbly. “You gotta help me. I’m stuck.”
“Hey, kid?” A voice rumbled from the bottom of Steve’s tree. “It’s Deputy Hopper. Got a ladder here. You think you can climb down?”
Steve’s arms and legs ached from clinging to the branches. He’d been AWESOME going up. Descending, he’d peeped downward, totally frozen up.
“N-not sure.” Steve sniffled. “C-can’t move.”
He daren’t even wipe his tears. This epically sucked. Being rescued like a stranded kitten was humiliating. Knowing he’d made a dork of himself in front of Johnny hurt worse.
“It’s Han, right?” called Hopper, ascending the ladder. Steve cringed. The dumbass things he’d done to impress Johnny! Then again, who wouldn’t want to be Han Solo for a summer? “You local?”
“It’s not Han. It’s Steve Harrington.” He bit his wibbly lower lip. When his parents discovered he’d been playing with strange kids in the forest, he’d be in deep shit. Right now, he didn’t care. “I want to go home.”
Eddie and Steve start garbling as one:
“Seriously?” Steve plants his hands furiously on his hips. “You deserted me up the stupid tree! I never saw you again!”
“Got help, didn’t I? I was scared too. When I knew you were safe, I basically fled—inherited my Dad’s healthy suspicion of the police, okay? Anyhow, you never showed again, either.”
“I was grounded till fall!”
“My mom moved away for work! I came back to Hawkins, years later, and then… I guess I had tats, the rocker hair. I looked for you, but… You used to be blonder, right, Han?”
“Yeah, Johnny?”
“Wanted to be Johnny Rotten—my short-lived Sex Pistols phase. Felt bad for lying. I didn’t expect to like you.”
“Well, I did all that shit to impress you. I guess you were my first crush. I was miserable for ages when you literally vanished.”
“Back at ya!”
They glare. Eddie’s fingers return to the nape of Steve’s neck, stroking tenderly. “Guess this makes us childhood sweethearts. How vomit-inducingly sweet.”
Steve huffs, rolls his eyes, and they launch into another blisteringly hot make-out session.
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novacorpsrecruit · 5 months ago
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Hi a quick lil read: I did a poll the other day because I was thinking of creating Steddie fic recs and so I decided I’m gonna do 5-10 fic recs a post based on some sort of theme and here’s the first installment! Please feel free to ask for themes, I can’t promise I’ll fulfill them but I’ll do my best.
Theme: my favorite fucking idiots
single / taken / pining by 96tears (Ao3) @pizzaqueen (tumblr)
T | wc 4,435 | no cw
Summary: When a girl Steve’s trying to flirt with starts flirting with Eddie, Steve says the only thing that comes to mind: he tells her Eddie’s married. It’s not his smoothest moment, but it works, and Eddie goes along with it. It's not like Eddie was interested, anyway, and he figures Steve wanted the ladies to himself. So, Steve figures that must be it, too.
But a little later it hits him: he doesn’t want to keep the ladies to himself. He wants to keep Eddie to himself.
Ugh!!! I love it when the dumbasses don’t understand why they’re jealous, or that they’re jealous in the first place. Post season 4, Steve and Eddie work at Family Video and the Arcade respectfully, and come and bug each other during slow times. Steve gets a little jealous when a girl starts hitting on Eddie.
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‘cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run by stellapoint (pettifogger) (ao3) @heybluechild (tumblr)
T | wc 9,308 | no cw
Summary: Realization #1: Steve is wearing a costume. He’s dressed as Springsteen on the cover of Born In The U.S.A. The album cover is staring at Eddie from the stack of records by the speakers, and he flicks his eyes between the cover and Steve, almost laughing at how obvious the resemblance is.
Immediately after that, revelations two and three slam into him like an eighteen-wheeler.
#2: Bruce Springsteen is kind of hot.
#3: Steve Harrington is really hot.
A fourth and much louder thought echoes through Eddie’s brain: oh, shit.
(Many months ago, I wrote a tumblr post about Steve Harrington being a Bruce Springsteen enjoyer. This fic is about that.)
Takes place after season 4, Eddie and Steve are friend. Eddie’s love language is music. He’s a bit of a music snob, and doesn’t understand why Steve wants him to like his music. It takes a moment for it to click to Eddie what’s really going on. I love Eddie but sometimes you want to shake him like a snowglobe and oh my god, I’m shaking him so hard.
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wasted crying by MixAddams (Ao3) @mixsethaddams (tumblr)
T | wc 6,471 | cw ow (light angst)
Summary: Steve just wants a buddy.
So why does it hurt so much when Eddie introduces everyone to his new girlfriend?
There’s a happy ending I swear! You’ll just want to bundle Steve up in a few blankets first. Post season 4, Eddie gets a girlfriend, and Steve is not jealous. Not at all. He just … misses being in the honeymoon phase of dating? No that can’t be right… is it? There’s a lot of good heartaches in this fic. I do want to share one of my favorite lines:
“I think so. Stuff like this is supposed to scare you, I think,” said Eddie. “It’s supposed to feel….”
Eddie took a breath and Steve watched his eyes move around as he searched for the words. Steve thought he might wait forever for him to find them.
“It’s supposed to feel like a leap, right?”
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I can be pretty (why don’t you think I’m pretty?) by starsdontsleep (ao3)
T | wc 8,942 | no cw
Summary: When Eddie comes out as gay, he assures Steve that he doesn’t find him hot. Steve tells him it’s fine, he even teasingly asks what he should do to change that. It becomes a thing. A way to always make Eddie laugh, blush and relax around him—but as the days and weeks pass, Steve begins to realise that maybe there’s another reason why he cares so much that Eddie Munson finds him pretty.
Remember when I said I’m shaking Eddie like a snowglobe? I’m shaking Steve now. Steve, please tell me why you think you want Eddie to think you’re pretty? Why do you need to know what Eddie’s type? Steve’s only worried that Eddie doesn’t fully trust him with his sexuality. So Steve works to be the best ally… and definitely does not fall in love with his friend along the way.
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clown music at the disco by fragilecapricorn (ao3) @fragilecapric0rnn (tumblr)
M | wc 3,717 | no cw
Summary: “What the fuck are you doing here?” He nearly squawked, meaning for it to come out anyway other than that. The man turned around, and here he was. In a stare down with ghostly pale Steve Harrington, who was not only supposed to be straight, but was also in a MESH TANK TOP at Frankie’s on a Wednesday night.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He pauses, glancing around the room, small voice. “It’s disco night.”
Post Season 4, Eddie, Robin and Steve move to the Chicago. Eddie has a new habit of going to the bar on gay disco night, finding another brunette ex-jock to fill the Steve shaped hole in his heart. Until he runs into said brunette ex-jock at the same gay bar on disco night. 10/10 no notes I’ve read this like 5 times.
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of all the gin joints by genesisofrhythm (Ao3)
e | wc 4,016 | cw: they fuck | spice level: I read this at my work desk in between meetings
Summary: “So, do you come here often?”
Steve choked at the familiar voice, turning abruptly. “Munson?”
“What’re you doing here?” Eddie asked, his mouth gaping open as he looked over at Steve.
Steve was surprised to see Eddie here as well. What were the odds of them both driving out of Hawkins to come to the same gay bar?
Or: Steve goes to a gay bar to support Robin, when he sees Eddie Munson. He can't tell Eddie the real reason he's there without outing Robin so he tells him he's bisexual. But Steve's totally straight... right?
Steve [Evan Buckley voice]: “I’m an ally ✊”
This is a fun fic, definitely Steve Harrington speed running a sexuality crisis. Good for him. (also I have a soft spot for fics that use fob lyrics as a title, forehead kisses for that)
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Exactly What It Looks Like - BilbosMom (Ao3) @bilbosmom-belladonna (tumblr)
E | wc 31,517 | cw | spice level: I should not have read this at my desk 😳🥵
Summary: Steve makes a face at Eddie. “You've imagined doing stuff with a guy?”
“Yeah, man,” Eddie replies, spreading his hands wide. “Doesn't everyone?”
Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks. Maybe not very often, but his freshman year when Davey Riggs had been swim team captain? Yeah, he had definitely imagined some stuff that had made trips to the locker room kinda awkward.
“Yeah, that's true,” Steve answers, nodding. “I wonder why everybody acts like it's so gross, though.”
In the summer of 1986, Steve and Eddie have some perfectly normal fun between a couple of perfectly normal dudes.
I’m honestly insane over this. Like, I’m going to be thinking about this for a long time. Post-Season 4, Eddie and Steve find themselves watching porn together. And it’s not weird at all if you jerk off next to your new best friend. And maybe it becomes a habit. And helping them out every once in a while isn’t weird. And maybe sucking his cock isn’t weird. Or fucking his thighs —
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watchingblsnowandforever · 5 months ago
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Hello!!
The crack post saga continues... =D
Warning: long, long post 😊😅
To be very honest though, for today's ep I will be getting serious more than usual, because it was quite significant in the flow of the plot, and also had moments of communication (this emotional constipation is what makes me yearn for Cherry Magic ah) that need to be studied a little closely.
HOWEVER, there will most definitely be crack because this group of friends is (unapologetically) batshit crazy and my brain refuses to not make comments at the most inappropriate times.
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Peem: NO ONE SAW ME CUDDLING MY CRUSH TO SLEEP RIGHT?!
The sheer panic in his movements, oh my gods. It should not be as hilarious as it is 😭😂
To be very honest though, I would've panicked a bit in his place too, with friends like those, they'd never let him live it down
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Peem is so cute 😭
Nothing to see here, just a guy getting shy over how his prince charming hom-ed him, and they kissed through his hand and cuddled all night hehe
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Phum: here he comes again :) *eye twitch*
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Peem's expression, how he's still holding his hands as if he has the cup, Kluen's disbelief, and Phum's smug af face-
I'm wheezing 😭🤣
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Kluen, I'm kinda starting to like you, but no.
You don't stand half a chance against them and their situationship.
Hope you find another boyfriend to fall in love at first sight with (and leave my boys alone please, they don't need any more complications) <3
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Oh, Fang knows too. Of course he does, that's his little brother right there
We all know how protective of his brother he is, there's no way he'd let anybody else take care of him... unless, he knew Phum liked that person
les voila
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Poor Tan, his theerak just ignoring him T-T
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*looks between them* yeah, pretty much the same pic 👀
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And here it is. The root of all his fears.
See, in this camp, almost all of them are paired up in the sense that they usually stick to that person. Even Beer has MIck. But then comes wild card Kluen, who's hogging all of Peem's attention as much as he can and that leaves Phum. Alone.
I will be getting back to this running motif of Phum being alone and how it changes through the ep in later scenes as well
Also, after they went back, both Mick and Beer asked if he really was okay, which made me smile, because maybe, Phum isn't as alone as he thinks himself to be. There are people who care for him, who are concerned, who'll support him, and of course, he always has Fang, his beloved phi
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My poor babie Tan 🥺🥺
Also, notice how the shot is taken in such a way that they're the only ones in the frame, and are also standing within one specific part of the wall? (Ignore Kluen's head and hands please). It reflects how they're in their own world with each other, especially Tan
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The nosy peeps gang strikes again!
Jokes aside, the synchronised strides, the background music together set the perfect levels of suspense and comedy
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Peem, smug: yes! that emotionally constipated dumbass is finally getting out of De Nile
Pun: wait... is my plan actually working? Ah, of course it is
Toey: head empty, no thoughts, but... DOES P'Q ACTUALLY LIKE ME OMG I'LL DIE
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Oh gods, FINALLY. I wish them a happily ever after. Sadhu 😌🙏🏼
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Pun forgetting all about being quiet when Toey finally confesses is so on character 😭👍🏼
Also... what's even the point of being quiet? Q and Chain have been friends with these idiots since high school, of course they know they're peeking
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Toey: *shooketh*
Gays in thai bl and staring off into the distance 😭
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This scene was so, so beautiful and also quite important for both Q and Toey
Q knew what was up, more or less, but his confusion stemmed from his knowledge of Toey
Would Toey really go to these lengths? For him?
"Why? Are you the only one who can tease me?" <- Q says this to tell Toey that he might have been angry, but now he understands that Toey didn't really have any bad intentions
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Hugs always get bonus points from me, and this was pretty up there
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Pun hiding behind Chain is so on point
His friends: you're an idiot so we had no choice but to intervene 😭😭
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Matt's (JJ) comedic timing is >>>>>>
Toey and Matt's friendship is also given weight in the series, and I'm happier for it.
Also revenge is sweet ehehe *coughs*
Moving on.
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If there's no live singing dedicated to your One True Love, is it even Thai BL??
We Are making generous use of MSP songs 😭👍🏼
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This scene.
The apology. It is at this point that they're leaving all the past pain, grief and anger in the past
Q makes sure to tell Toey that yes, he may have loved Milk Frappe Boy, but now, in the present, all his love was for Toey, his lovable annoying mentee
This apology is not only to Toey, or Milk Frappe Boy, but to himself as well, because by causing pain to a person he loves twice, he'd caused himself pain too
The perfect sweet and romantic moment, but also with a teeny bit of teasing, because that's who they are
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No joke, I gasped and nearly stopped breathing when he said this
Peem's reply, his soft but kind of hurt voice were just so painful to hear
But it's also this moment that Peem gives Phum a reality check – if he really didn't want to, he wouldn't be doing any of this, and Phum had no business trying to control his life
The conversation outside with Q was significant, but also a diluted reflection of Peem's earlier (in ep. 7) talk with Q
Even a few episodes earlier, Q would have gone ballistic on Phum for treating his bestie like this, but now, he asks Peem how he feels for Phum, tries to understand exactly what their relationship is
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It was at this point that he knew, he fucked up
Beer is a godsent. I love him <3
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I think Toey says "I asked hia Tan to blow it up for me."
Also, Tiw and his rubber duck floater from MSP anyone? 👀
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And, we are back to square one where Phum is left alone again
As I'd said before, this a repeating motif throughout the series, but especially the last two episodes
This is how it has always been in Phum's life: he has been left behind. He does have Fang, but now even Fang has a boyfriend. And while this does not affect his brother's affection towards him in anyway, it does introduce a new strand of lonliness for Phum because 1. no matter what, he loves his brother a lot, and knows how much he loves Tan, so he definitely will try to stay out of their way at least sometimes and 2. he wants a boyfriend too. Further, he wants Peem, but there's a push and pull there, and after what he said, in his mind he had pretty much ruined his chances with his crush
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This is the moment Phum starts to hope that maybe, just maybe, his feelings aren't as unrequited as he'd thought.
On the other hand, Peem is the one afraid here. What if the deal is all that's holding them together? What if without it, Phum will have no reason to be as close to him?
Peem, baby, for one, your groups are already merged, and secondly, this guy is head over heels for you, no way he'd stop following you like a lost puppy
(Apparently, it's not Peem's turn with the communal braincell this week 😭)
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Here, Phum is technically alone, but he's surrounded with friends, and he's smiling
He isn't left behind here, for once, he's sitting there by choice (to shamelessly ogle his crush, but shh we don't talk about that) with the comforting knowledge that when/if he jumps in, he won't be left out, Kluen be damned
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Once the floodgates of affection have been opened to Q, there's no going back <3
(Also, notice how Tan is already asleep on Fang's shoulder? 👀)
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FINALLY
I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT SINCE PEEM KICKED PHUM'S BALLS
Jokes apart, this moment is so, so beautiful. The kiss, the soft question "are you ready for my answer now?" (maybe Peem isn't, but hell if he denies this man his kissies).
Everything leading up to this point is also so very delightful
Phum helping them out in the cafe, despite probably having never worked a day in his life, discovering how Peem still kept the roses and finally, finally, the completed painting. This sight, above all, is what convinces Phum that Peem might have feelings for him after all; because which fool would lie about not having completed something that would free them from being a slave to someone? A fool in love, that's who
ALSO,
if they don't get together and have the fluffiest moments in the next ep, I swear to god, hands will be thrown *grumbles* they're already making me wait a whole damn week
Anyways, that's all for this week, see you next ep! (I cannot promise I won't be jumping around and screaming, but then again, this is supposed to be a crack post so-)
And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊
Here, have a bubble tea and a sandwich 🧋🥪
[If you'd like, here are my previous posts: Ep 8 and Ep 9.]
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stardust-sprinkler · 2 years ago
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College!AU Touya
“Bad Boy Who’s Always Good to His Girl” Series
Summary: To Dabi’s chagrin and your absolute joy, he introduces you to his crew.
Meet the L(osers) O(n) V(icoden)
When he first introduces his friends to you at a party, the whole crew’s instantly sporting grins and grilling you for new material to roast Dabi with. He rolls his eyes, but it makes you laugh—so he lets it slide.
Later the same night, Dabi catches Shuichi spending just a minute too long staring at your cleavage while you were distracted by a very animated conversation with Toga. Shigaraki has to elbow him sharply to snap him out of it and tips his head in the direction of a very pissed-off Dabi, who pulls you further onto his lap while scowling. (Don’t get Shiggy wrong, watching a fight break out would be funny as fuck, but his head is already swimming and the noise isn’t worth the entertainment.) Shuichi wisely selects this moment for a smoke break so Dabi’s ire can simmer down from murderous to a much milder hazardous.
One night, when it’s just Dabi hanging out with his friends, they’re giving him some shit over the inordinate amount of jewelry on his hands at any given time. Shiggy tosses out some sort of stupid throwaway joke about how Dabi’s never gonna give you a ring, despite having a thousand of his own.
Without missing a beat, Dabi says, “No, I’m gonna marry the hell out of that bitch.”
They all freeze and stare at him—how exactly does one say “bitch” with goddamn adoration…? Wait, woah, wait, TODOROKI TOUYA GETTING FUCKIN’ MARRIED—
When they still haven’t moved for a second, Dabi rolls his eyes heavily, “Not right now, dumbasses.”
(The moment he leaves, a corresponding betting pool is spinning out of control—a week? Four months? A year? ‘Never, he’s just talking out of his ass?’ The possibilities: endless—the collateral: ranging from 2k to a left ear.)
Bonus: The walk home from meeting them.
“I liked your friends! They care about you, in their own way, yknow?”
“…Those motherfuckers would sell me out for a few ounces and a carton of cigarettes.”
“That can’t possibly be true.”
“Shigaraki hit me with his car once—”
“ON ACCIDENT??”
“…”
“I said, on ACCIDENT , right??”
“He claims.”
You blinked, jaw still open.
“…but I’d just beaten him like five straight times at Mariokart, so the timing—”
“DABI!”
“Quit yellin’, lemme kiss ya.”
Hey my lovelies! I’ll be posting a response to a “Dabi meeting y/n’s parent(s)” prompt soon, so throw me any more request in the meantime. Follow for more if you like~
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thatfoxnamedfinley · 2 months ago
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That shout into the wind aka Golden Son thoughts
Holy FUCK
it got worse and better at the same time
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT LETS GOooOOoOoooOo
Holy fuck
holy ACTUAL fuck
I was up listening to my audiobook until 6:30AM because I could NOT stop
Here my dumbass thought that the last hour would be CALMING. It would be able to SLOW DOWN from all the non stop action of the book.
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Ok ok ok lemme start with other thoughts first before the clusterfuck that was the end of this book.
Karnus au Bellona had one of my favorite quotes of the book. He and Darrow are speaking to each other (I also love that if you paid attention here, Karnus gives the hint about the assassination attempt that Octavia was planning to let happen here) at this party thing. Darrow asks why Karnus wants to kill him despite having everything and Karnus responds that Darrow has dishonored his family. Darrow's like "Pfff so it's pride? Pride is but a shout into the wind." And Karnus responds with, and let me get my papers. It reads as follows *stacks papers and reads*
"I will die. You will die. We will all die and the universe will carry on without care. All we have is that shout into the wind. How we live. How we go and how we stand before we fall. So you see...pride is the only thing."
And I'm sitting here squinting at my ceiling like DAMN bro that's a fucking LINE.
OH OH AND HOLY FUCK WHEN DARROW HUMILIATES CASSIUS!!!!
"AND I CLAIM THE SWORD ARM OF CASSIUS AU BELLONA."
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I was slightly confused because Darrow's training with Lorn was off screen so when Darrow was twirling with the Willow Way I was like WAIT WHAT??? But boiiii Cassius BUH BYEEEEE. I know that will be a problem later but...still. I'm happy to live in my bubble for at least the remainder as I type this before I start Book 3.
Roque. *folds hands on table*
I....get it, I suppose. Still don't like it, still disappointed. It's hard to blame Darrow even though he was warned to make amends. Mostly because Darrow has major trust issues and the more bad things that happen with betrayals (Tactus, Jackal, Roque. I'd say Pliny too but we never liked Pliny and he wasn't a friend, so.) it's only going to reinforce that.
Don't get me STARTED on Mustang. Like WOMAN. You're up Darrow's ass day and night 25/8 466 days a year to tell you about the truth and he does and you're like
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The one time I didn't like her. I was like BITCH STOP IT. JUST STOP IT. DARROW PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT YOUR DARKNESS SO I CAN ACCEPT YOU FULLY. OH WAIT NO NOT THAT DARKNESS NOOOOOO DARROW HOW COULD YOU
like pls stop
I kinda want him to be with Victra. I love her. I actually shouted when during the battle her mother turned the ship around and switched sides and Victra's ship released the Telemanus war party into the Bellona fleet. I was like HOLY FUCK VICTRA IS MY ACTUAL QUEEN. SHE IS IN FACT THE MAIN CHARACTER. I just love her and wish she was Darrow's wife in arms. Those two would be BAD.
Tactus. Sigh. Poor guy but fuck him. GENUINELY poor Tactus but also genuinely fuck Tactus.
SEVRO AND DARROW'S SCENE WHEN THE BURDON LIFTS OFF HIS SHOULDERS THAT SEVRO KNOWS AND STILL IS THERE TO HELP HIM
phhewwwww I almost cried. ALMOST.
And now we come to my baby child. My sweet sunshine. The light of my life. Ragnar. Our sweet baby boi Obsidian. Our Stained.
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So many amazing moments with him. Truly. His actual fear when Darrow sits with him in that freezer and tells him he is free. And Ragnar is like "?????? YOU SHAME ME ??????" That like he really sees freedom from a Gold's service as a shame upon him because of how the Obsidians have been used in history. Which by the way, is disgusting. I have a huge love for Obsidians because of their past and how they were culled and used and taught to see the Golds as gods. And here comes Darrow trottin' up like "yo so uh, we're all the same, i was born in the dirt and oh I'm a Red and uhhh you're free and uhhh choose your own destiny. ok bye!"
And Ragnar is like
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When he gives Ragnar the Razor? Don't touch me. Him somehow slinking around UNHEARD and being Darrow's bodyguard? I live. Him threatening Mustang from the darkness, saying that Reaper is too important to the people to be killed, that he lives for his sisters and his brother and his two fathers and his mother and that Mustang has 10 breathes before he ends her life?
ICONIC.
I hope he lives a long, prosperous and beautiful life.
"Tell all who will hear; The Reaper sails to Mars. And he calls for an Iron Rain." GOOOOOOSSSIIEESSSSS. I had GOOSEBUMPS BITCH
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Ok. Let me calm down. *wipes a single tear away with thumb*
It's the end, I said. The war is OVER, I said. It was fought, I said. Darrow will be adopted and will be a step closer to the top and he-
Wait, please don't say that Pierce Brown. Please don't tell me the dude who just gave Lorn a drink has "a familiar walk". WHO IS THAT. WHO IS IT. NO N ON O WHO IS THAT TELL MEEEE
And then the fan was hit by literal shit. The shit didn't hit the fan, the fan was hit by shit.
Roque? Betrayal. Jackal? Betrayal (wasn't shocked, but how long a game Jackal played to get Darrow was commendable because his "long concealed hate filled smile" he gave Darrow I was like DAMN bro he got us). Nero? Shot in the fucking face. Lorn? Stabbed and head cut off. Ares? Decapitated in a box. Darrow? Paralyzed, traumatized and taken. Great. Just great. Fabulous. Stupendous. Ideal. Warranted. Understandable. Un-traumatizing. Calming, in fact.
aRE yOU FUCKinG KIDDING Me?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!!??!?!?!?!?
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO SLEEP LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER THAT MY HEART RATEkar IS AT 120, BITCH
MY FIGHT OR FLIGHT IS ACTIVATED
MY AMYGDALA IS FIRING AT THE SPEED OF SOUND
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I'm scared to read Book 3. I'm frightened. I lost 14 days off my life from the last hour of this book. Is it even worth the torment? Is it worth the pain? Probably.
Just....let me be dramatic for a few hours.
Then I'll pop in Book 3 and probably cry harder
I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THEY TOUCH RAGNAR I WILL BE DEVASTATED
Then again knowing this book series he's going to die for sure
I'm scared
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slytherinqueen123 · 1 year ago
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a different y/n
tw - parental absence, distant family. i don’t know if this affects any of you, but i just wanted to warn you in case those topics hit close to home ❤️ enjoy!
-mattheo's pov-
-another story in the mini series of y/n and her besties, mattheo, malfoy and blaise-
"hurry up, dumbass, or we're gonna be late!" i yell at malfoy, who's trailing behind flirting with a random muggle girl. not lying, she's good looking, but we have a y/n to surprise.
"ok, baby. call me." he says smoothly, his voice deepening a bit before jogging up to me.
"not cool, man. i was going so well!" he says, scowling. i give him a pat on the back that turns into a whack on the head.
"ok, ok, whatever. but we gotta get going. blaise is waiting and remember, we're surprising your best friend for her birthday. we already knocked it back a day becuase of your preciousness needing to hang with astoria." i shove him in the chest.
"fine. i guess that was my fault. but it doesn't mean you can destroy my chances with a fine as chick!"
i roll my eyes. "you literally have a girlfriend. that girl looks like she sells drugs. she's my type, not yours. c'mon, give me her number." i reach for the little square slip of paper he's clutching with his life.
"nah, i don't think so. besides, you've got y/n. you don't need another girl."
it takes a moment for me to figure out what he's saying, and when i do, i lunge at him.
he dodges.
"sneaky ferret!" i yell as he sprints away. “get your ass back here, malfoy!”
all i hear is his laughter as he dashes away, towards blaise.
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-y/n’s pov-
“y/n, mattheos here!”
her words are muffled from the living room. “mama, i told you. i got his card. and his present. and blaises and malfoys.” i readjust my glasses and fix my apron. 
she appears at the door as i’m tightening my bun. “you’ve got guests, honey.” she smiles and laughs, moving to the side to reveal a grinning curly haired figure, with a familiar cut halfway up his nose.
my eyes widen as i discard the knife and stack of potatoes and run to him. i launch myself into his arms and he takes a few steps back to right himself. “oh my god you’re HERE!” i yell into his shoulder.
mattheo laughs and pats my hair. “hey kiddo, how you been?” i spring back.
“incredible since you got here! i’m so happy i could kiss you!” i shriek.
wait, what?
theo holds back a laugh as i stammer to fix my mistake.
“um- i didn’t mean- that’s not what i-”
he raises an eyebrow. “well, if you think that’s how you feel, we can continue this convo later”
i roll my eyes and try not to blush.
not now y/n.
in my attempt to seem cool, calm and collected i make eye contact with my mother. she’s grinning and giving me a look that makes me uncomfortable.
“umm- where’s the rest of you? or have you decided to go stag tonight?”
mattheo grins. “oh gosh no. malfoys picking up chicks numbers at the gate. i’ll go get him for yo-”
“-no theo, i’ll get him love. you sit down with y/n. who else is there?” my mother asks, dusting her skirt.
“just blaise, mrs y/l/n-” he answers, “-but it’s fine, i can get them.”
“sit, son. i’ll get them. you just relax for a little,” she says lightly, patting his cheek and wincing at the sight of his scar. “poor boy.”
she leaves the room. i awkwardly wait for him to follow me and lead him into the room off the kitchen. i think it’s a drawing room, even though i’ve never drawn in there. my father isn’t one for a child’s art.
mattheo sits down and i follow suit. “where’s your father?” he asks, leaning forward.
“umm, he’s out. with his boss.” we both know that his boss is theo’s dad.
“has he been home?” theo raises and eyebrow at me, cocking his head and waiting for my reply.
“oh-” i swallow. “-um, no. he’s been out since last tuesday.” something changes in his face.
“oh, i’m so sorry. i didn’t know. i thought he’d be here.” he looks sad, because we both know my dad couldn’t care less about me or my birthday.
“it’s fine. he said he’ll be here for my eighteenth.” i say slowly, counting down the years until he’ll be with us on my birthday.
“y/n, that isn’t right. it’s two years away! when was the last time he celebrated with you?” mattheo exclaims.
i suck in a breath. “the year before i met you…”
he explodes. “y/n, that was over ten years ago! even my dad is better than that! he’s only missed one of my birthdays. and that’s because he wasn’t quite… himself.”
“you mean because he was implanted in the back of quirrels head?” i giggle.
he rolls his eyes. “yes. but that’s not my point. he’s literally the worst wizard to ever live, but he still makes time to celebrate with me. his son. and i think your dad should too.”
i feel my eyes grow misty. “i know. but-” he cuts me off with a hug. “yeah. i get it.” mattheo mumbles into my hair.
“yo yo yo, where’s my favourite girly pop?” blaise yells from down the hall. theo let’s go of me suddenly and smiles weakly.
i nod and open the door, greeted with a grinning blaise and bored malfoy.
“dude, if she isn’t even here than why the hell are we- oh hey y/n,” malfoy gives me a salute.
“kids! dinner!” my mother yells. “DINNERRR!” blaise shrieks, running down the hall like an excited puppy. malfoy follows him, sighing and rolling his eyes.
“after you, miss y/n.” mattheo says, bowing and gesturing me forwards. i laugh. “thank you, sir riddle.”
• • •
-blaise’s pov-
“that was epic! i love mrs y/l/n’s cooking.” malfoy groans, holding his stomach.
“yeah, and y/n seemed really happy as well.” i sigh. i just want her to be happy. she’s like my little sister.
riddle makes a funny noise at my comment. “what riddle? you don’t think she was?”
he chews his lip. “yeah, she was. but before you got there, she was… different.” his eyes go lovey and dazed.
i pull him close. “you really like her, hey?” he brushes off the fact. “i just want her happy. like you.” he says quietly, not acknowledging what i said.
“mate, don’t deny it. i can see how much you like her. just tell her already. it’ll make you feel better.” i don’t know when i became the inspirational therapist friend, but i’ll take what i can get.
“i was gonna tonight. but she was so sad when we where talking.”
his eyes darken. “blaise, does your dad love you?”
i stammer for a second. “well, yeah, i think so. does yours?”
“yeah. i think so too.”
we’re quiet for a moment.
“blaise?”
“yeah?”
“i don’t think y/n’s dad loves her.” mattheo says quietly.
“i guess so. but mate?”
“yeah?”
“you love her. and that’s more than enough.”
he smiles a little. “yeah. yeah, i do.”
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slytherinshua · 1 year ago
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BOYFRIEND genre ➳ fluff. secret relationship. high school au. warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ sunoo x fem!reader. wc ➳ 924. a/n ➳  just some simple sunoo fluff for @ddeonudepressions!! 🫶 love u dia
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“You like Y/n.” Jake said confidently, cornering the younger boy as he got out his textbooks from his locker.
“No way.” Sunoo responded coolly, not letting any hint of nervousness seep into his tone. He had gotten good at it. Maybe a little too good?
“You’re gonna be single for the rest of high school if you keep rejecting every single girl in the entire building.” Jake pointed out. Sunoo just shrugged and shut his locker, careful to block any view of the hearts on the inside of it. That would definitely give him away.
“I’ll catch you later. I’ve got a lot of homework.” Sunoo made up the excuse and started jogging off before Jake could get another word in edgewise. He let the speed of his legs gradually increase until he was running to the side of campus to your usual secluded spot. 
Sunoo felt a shiver of guilt run up his spine when he saw you sleeping against the tree. You must’ve been tired waiting all this time for him. He would’ve escaped from Jake and Heeseung sooner, but they were determined to buy lunch for him and talk to him about how he didn’t get any bitches.
If only they saw him now.
He smiled and knelt down quietly, careful to not wake you up as he dropped his bag and sat next to you. He removed your open notebook from your hands and set it aside. Discarding his loose overshirt, he draped it around your shoulders instead and then gently pushed your shoulder until your head lay comfortably on his shoulder. You shifted slightly, but didn’t wake up, just snuggling closer to Sunoo’s neck, your lips dipping up into a soft smile when you could smell his cologne.
Sunoo liked these moments the most. It was peaceful and quiet. The sky was clear with a few fluffy clouds dotting the bright blue. The sun would have been a bit too bright, but the tree you two sat under provided excellent shade.
Sunoo glanced down at your notes and textbooks that laid in front of you. Unit 7 of Science was open in the textbook that both you and Sunoo despised. All the words seemed to blend together until Sunoo eventually shut the book so he didn’t have to subject himself to the past horrors of it.
He was hoping to take you on a date, but he wouldn’t wake you up. He didn’t have the willpower to do that, ever. Even if you’d complain once you woke up that he should’ve, you looked way too peaceful sleeping for him to disturb it. The ice cream date he had planned could wait while you got a quick nap in. Sunoo was happy to be your pillow, anyway. A much better pillow than the tree, might he add.
You stirred soon anyway from a group of students passing by the path closeby, though your spot was still hidden. Sunoo glared in the general direction of it, as if his gaze could pierce through the thick bushes and hit the freshmans making all the ruckus. 
You lifted your head off of Sunoo’s shoulder and he looked back at you, smiling cheekily at your drowsy and slightly puffy face. You looked the cutest when just waking up, Sunoo decided.
“Have a good dream?” 
You shrugged with a yawn, “Don’t really remember what it was about. Probably all just scientific facts and equations, to be honest.” 
Sunoo scoffed, “You didn’t dream of me?” He faked being hurt so well that you were almost convinced that he actually was.
“I can’t control my dreams, dumbass.”
“But what if you could?” Sunoo tilted his head to the side, bright eyes staring at your tired ones.
“Why do you want to be in my dream?” You questioned suspiciously, face scrunching up.
“Cause I’m your boyfriend, obviously.” Sunoo fired back, offended.
“Oh, you are, are you? Since when?” 
“Since forever.” Sunoo insisted, keeping his straight face on for an impressively long amount of time. You had honestly expected him to crack before now.
“Really?” You giggled, and that finally did it. He couldn’t suppress his smile for any longer, and soon the euphoric laughter filled the air around you. You threw yourself back into his chest, muffling your laughter into his T-shirt.
He caught you in his arms and squeezed you tightly, making sure you couldn’t run away, even though you never would. And it was in little moments like these that Sunoo truly realised how lucky he was to have you. You made him smile and laugh. You were the one he could joke around with and not keep anything from. You were the one who made him happy.
“Now that you’re awake, want to grab some ice cream? I wanted to take you for lunch, but Jake wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“Of course. How could I say no to my boyfriend?” You said with a teasing tone and growing smile.
Soon, your bag was packed up and in Sunoo’s hand (since he insisted on carrying it as a good boyfriend would). His free hand laced with yours and smiles never left your face as your date officially started.
“Hey, hey, look!” Heeseung nudged Jake, pulling his attention away from his phone and up to the distant figures of Sunoo and you, holding hands and walking off together.
“I told you they were dating!” Jake said exasperatedly at the sight, letting out a sigh, “How long has Sunoo hid this from us?!”
Heeseung laughed, “Who knows?”
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fanaticsnail · 8 months ago
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I'm gonna throw up (affectionate)
Governess Lady Dracule getting misty eyed realising she's now lady Dracule
Mihawk only being distracted for a second - not able to be distracted from her for longer - and instinctively blindly reaching his hand out for his wife - even when not looking at her he reaches for her, especailly when overwhelmed by things he dislikes like socializing with his guests, seeking her out for comfort. Noticing her absence immediately - unable to comprehend her not by his side, feeling her absence as unnaturally as a phantom limb - and drawing his sword on everyone, even his closest friend
“Y-You’ve,” Mihawk stumbled over his words, darting his frantic eyes between Shanks’, “You’ve kidnapped my bride?” <-- OOOH the desparation, the panic - I feel like that one scene in The Grinch "The Horror!" "The fury!" "The muscles."
Perona: Mihawk sings
Zoro: Mihawk sings?
Me, out loud: Mihawk sings?
Beckmann is so done with his dumbass captain I just know he's been chewing through 6 cigarettes a day throughout this whole ordeal
(Just wait hun, Shanks has his own coming for him)
"I'm almost jealous that I won't be the one wearing it." <--- the way I was gripped with the spirit of a salacious old man from 1950's New York. "Yew could wear it for me anytime, doll. Put on a show for daddy."
"You're not technically married" <--- Buggy. Darling, sweetie, baby. You've already made an enemy of Mihawk do not push your luck with Lady D
Lady D saying that she loves Mihawk out loud!!! Only realizing it a second later bc it was so instinctual!!!! Her being genuinely thankful to Buggy for helping make this day happen because she's thankful that the day did happen!!!
Perona and Zoro, ready to watch Mihawk woo their Governess:
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Before he fell within your proximity, he halted and inhaled a shaken breath as he humbly knelt with both knees on the floor, his hands laced and placed within his lap. Your breath hitched, eyes darted between his honey-coloured eyes which then immediately snapped shut. 
Mihawk’s eyes opened, his breath hitching as he witnessed the longing gaze you were offering to him. Your eyes swelled with emotions, lips parting and drawing up in a melancholy smile. Mihawk offered you a small, bashful smile as he continued to sing to you. 
He rose his knee from his kneeling into a lunge, bowing his head down and removing his hat from his head. A final promise uttered lyrically from within his skilled melody, you holding onto each word. 
^No words, just needed us to draw attention to this and have a moment to appreciate it. Also the song?????? Beautiful. The lyrics perfectly reflecting both them and their future together
Hhhhhhhh the kiiiiiisssss. Her grabbing his face? Being the one to initiate after he poured his heart out to woo her and waited with baited breath to see if she would accept?? Reassuring him that she does love him and rewarding him for humbling himself??? Comforting him after his act of vulnerability????
Ugh, just all the small acts afterwards as well that show their care for each other beyond grand gestures. Mihawk kissing her forehead and not being able to bear pulling away so he keeps resting close to her. Only breaking away when she brings up the food but still wanting to be close he smooths out her hair, an act of tender care. Them being able to joke with each other. Him getting concerned and angry when hearing she hasn't eaten.
Zoro realizing that becoming the greatest swordsman by killing Mihawk means breaking up their beautiful union and especially upsetting his sweet Governess!!! Trying to think of other ways! A huge step considering how stubborn and determined he is that really shows how much he cares and particularly how much he's grown under the Governess' guidance.
Also I love the dress having both their birth constellations on
Mihawk not wanting to break from Governess' side after being without her, not even wanting to interact with his guests! Except he gives small smiles to each of her former students!!!! Because he values her work!!!!! And he knows she cares so he cares too!!!!!
He was yours to do with what you will, clay awaiting molding into the husband you desired him to be. <---- hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Okay seriously all the kiss descriptions in this are insane, were you plagued by voices or something you madwoman?
He didn't even read her resume he just knew he wanted heRRRAAAAAAAAAGGGHHH
"For as long as we both shall live, and for whatever comes next."
Her telling Zoro she won't stop him and doesn't want to extinguish his dream!! Him shocked and practically begging her to get mad at him or try and convince him otherwise even if he won't be convinced bc he can't grapple with the thought of taking their happiness from them!!
“And between us, I would rather it be you. You are someone we both trust," - "You trust me? You trust me to give him an honorable death?” <-- baby. A child. I am putting him in my pocket.
God, everything about Governess comforting Zoro and Zoro being so shocked and emotional that she doesn't hate him and in fact trusts and loves him, and them hugging.
Lmao, Governess getting tossed around the dancefloor by all the dressmakers.
Again, Governess genuinely thankful for this happening, even knowing Crocodile isn't as well-intentioned as Buggy or Shanks.
“An expert tamer of unruly individuals, I shall keep you in mind for when such a purpose arises.” <--- HMMMM, I WONDER WHEN HE COULD POSSIBLY MEET SUCH AN UNRULY INDIVIDUAL. GUESS WE'LL NEVER KNOW.
I do truly love Governess' relationship with the red-haired pirates. Getting to see her being less prim and proper and seeing the stern hand that she has to have in her life of work, knowing why she's the best at what she does. Her getting to have people that are dear to her at the union of her and her man to usher them into the future. Plus the nicknames are so fun
The cliffhanger is so cruel! Not just to us but to our dear Governess who, with Beckmann, will probably spend 20 minutes off-screen swearing and struggling to find the straps.
Mihawk: My Beloved, you are late, if you are perhaps nervous in the light of this tradition-
Governess: Mihawk, my heart, I just spent 15 minutes putting the lingerie on backwards and upsidedown.
Governess: And then another 5 minutes admiring the lift it gave my ass cheeks.
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Snail. I love your chapter reviews. They are amazing and I appreciate each word you articulate in your analysis.
Lord and Lady Dracule are in love, both of them truly realising this in its entirety in this chapter. Her speaking it aloud, whereas he reaches for her to hold - a big favourite dynamic.
You joining in with Zoro and Perona's shock is way too funny. I hinted at him singing way back when he was Farm-Boy in the door, humming his little tune. Had to make him sing properly. Since then, I needed to hear his song.
Benn Beckman needs a break. A long one. Preferably with a vast assortment of individuals with the ability to provide him rest. Hopefully Shanks' bride will aid him in finding such solitude and respite when she takes over his care. Cheeky captain.
Buggy is doing his best. He is a softie, and needs a partner to appreciate that softer side of him. All that care in costume designing for his crew really shone through in this chapter - the deep thought he put into the elements to encapsulate the burning ball of flame a star is, alongside incorporating the consultations of their birth was a favourite. Sea-faring folk know the stars, and buggy learnt from the best.
Considering their first kiss was Mihawk grabbing her, she needed to show him how much she truly desired him too. He's hers, body and soul until Zoro claims both from him with his blade. Zoro loves his governess. Perhaps he will find an alternative to killing Mihawk to claim his title for all their sakes. Zoro definately needed that cuddle after such unbridled affirmations. He would adore living in your pocket.
Me and kisses.
Truthfully, I am a madwoman. I adore writing kisses. I need to know the touch, the emotions and feelings, the tension, the taste, the smell, the music swelling - I need to know everything. Which is going to come in handy for the next chapter when it's more than just a kiss 😏.
Crocodile's Sapsorrow is coming. So close, I can taste it. He will definitely need the Governess in a few key areas.
The Governess and Red-Hairs were so much fun to write for. The Vile Exterminator and their Vermin, kept in line by the broody bloodhound Benn Beckman when she isn't there to aid in his blight.
More of Beckman's Blight being in the arrangement of the Sun-Dress at the careful directions notated by the inebriated Captain. Coarse fingertips, hums of soothing affirmation, apologetic whispers, soft gasps, sea-travelling curses - Mihawk is going to either kill Benn Beckman or kiss him when he gets a glimpse of his bride.
Considering our governess is also blindfolded: how is she going to know where the marriage bed is? Will she be blindfolded for the whole intimate encounter, or simply Beckman's? Will she actually get to see the dress, or simply experiencing it being expertly tied and untied with brushing fingers, grasping hands, soothing touches, and lustful ravishing. Surely she should be allowed to see her groom, not just feel his wandering fingertips and warmth radiating from his body.
The butt-lift comment has me laughing. Yes to that. It is going to be a wild ride. Of course I needed to end it on a cliffhanger! It was over 10,700+ words and I wanted to have a chapter alone on the intimacies of romancing the flesh. More to come soon!!
As always, I love and appreciate you Snail. It's a highlight getting asks from you 🖤🖤.
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kouginoa · 1 year ago
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PSYCHO PASS PROVIDENCE (english dub) Kougami & Akane moments. (SPOILERS)
at the end i added a photo of me in akane cosplay & kou in popcorn hehe 
this is a mess sorry... 
PT.1 [ how i felt, what im feeling, what i understood and what i saw ]
where do i begin, AH, ill start off with saying psycho-pass will forever make me so happy and i will always find comfort in this show. i’m so happy to have heard the english dub cast again. 
[ i want to say, my movie experience was pretty piss poor sadly, and tbh, i could not focus AT ALL on the movie, on what i feel like was 85% of the time. there was someone in the theater that was kinda like live commenting on the movie and it was so annoying and really broke the most emotional parts. after the movie i cried quietly a bit because i really have been waiting a year for it just for it to come out and be ruined by someone who could not shut their mouth.... just a psa: if your going to see a movie, please remember the space you are in ]
this is kinda just a ramble so sorry if it doesn't make sense~ 
the movie was truly amazing and TBH REALLY HELPED ME UNDERSTAND SEASON 3 in regards to not only why Akane was in jail but to better understand Arata & Kei. which i have to say, i have gown a little more fond of Arata and makes me wonder what more he is going to do in hopefully the later movies/ or hopefully seasons 
there was a lot that happen like ginoza’s hair flying in the wind and also kogamis wet hair but yeah ill skip to the part that really made me think a lot and the part that i could not stop thinking about Akane’s note to Kougami, and the very end/ the end of the movie being him saying he will get Akane out.
PT.2 [ Akane & Kougami]
NOW Kougami and Akane. wow, the part of kougami covering her from the bomb... we love to see it. KOUGAMI CARRYING HER BRIDLE STYLE AGAIN. WE LOVE TO SEE IT !!!!!!! god,,, any moment where it was just them two i wanted to cry and scream, i really need to relive the movie again alone because it was super super good and my dumbass has a pea for a brain and felt like if  i was to have any real reaction my brother (who so kindly went with me to the movie) would just look at me. 
but really they broke my heart many many times during this movie, kougami calling akane, trying to work his way to say sorry but ended up just being a smart ass and akane saying that she wishes he just said sorry. I WANTED TO SCREAM. i feel like this film was really eveything we have been wanting to see out of the two... i really feel bad for akane i do, i don’t know how to explain it but i feel like she was really never able to truly able to talk to kou. i mean she did in the elevator and during the phone call,,, but since kou never said sorry i feel like she never got to talk to him and i felt like it was really a lot for her and what all she experienced. 
kougami saying that he lives with out regret makes me feel like is what pushed akane to do what she did, i want to say, i really wanted to cry, REALLY wanted to cry when akane wrote a letter to him, kou calling akane an idiot/fool just like she did during season one, maybe i feel like, just how much it effected akane when kou wrote her a letter it kinda had the same effect on him. akane ending up in jail really gave kougami a new push, a push he hasn't had in a while
PT.3 [Gino, Kou, Akane]
going off of that kougami’s care for akane has grown as we know it’s party the reason why he came back to Japan was a way to see her and see how much shes has changed things for the better good. but Ginoza and Kougami talking about her really was truly sweet. Ginoza adores Akane a lot, and dare i say is kinda like an unsaid older brother. i thought it was really sweet to hear that Gionza wants to protect akane and make sure nothing happens to her. but with that being said... i really cant begin to think what ginoza felt after what akane did. 
poor ginoza really, i have gown really fond of him in the years leading up to now, after really seeing and understanding how much he cares for akane and how much he wants the best out of her, and how much he wants to see her grow. the part where gionza pushes kou against the wall in anger (for akane) really was fun to see. kougami not keeping his word (we knew he wouldn't) of saying out of their hair. ginoza, what a silly man. to think kou wouldnt find his way back home.. 
PT.4 [ ill shut up now <3 ]
to end- the way the movie ended and the way season three ended makes me want to cry,, even right now, as i said before, akane gave kougami a drive that it doesn't seem like he has has for a while now. although he has always felt the need to also take care of akane this time was different, he feels like she got there because of him, so its now party his job to get her out, 
but it makes me think of the end of season three and when kougami went to go and pick her up, that, besides saying that he was there to get her he also said sorry the sorry that akane had been waiting to hear for a while... but anyways... i think this movie really helped us better understand what more akane and kougmi relationship has faced, and also i like to think this all happen and now they are on the same level and have a better understanding of each other. kougami and akane are and have for once meet as equals. 
i think, what Akane did was really really smart, a smart way to show the world what is going on behind closed doors and how the system that japan is ran on is- like what any government system is,,, flawed. but also how the Sibyl System can be a good stepping stool to an EVEN better system but there just has to be some changes . BUT i also like to believe that while the sibyl system is evil and crazy i think it has its benefits, but just needs to be used wisely and more as a (again) steeping stool rather then a latter, point being... i think in this movie thats what i feel like what was being made super clear, that there needs to be room for growth for both the sibyl system and using it as a helping hand rather than relying it to fully judge someone.
i bet none of this made any sense, im writing this at 1:15AM after a con weekend with no glasses on :D , but this was my thoughts and my opinions about the movie unbiased... i have not read what anyone else had said, i didn't want what i was thinking to be affected by anyone else. but i cant wait to read some ! i like many of you, have been waiting for this for a really long time now and tbh am super sad that the  movie experience was not 100% it wasn't only the person saying shit though-out the whole movie but it was also bad on the theater i went to part as well,,, and like i said, i want to cry, i really do, my first time seeing the move was shat on and just have a hard time remembering what happened due to my bean for a brain lol... anywho
if you have any questions regarding the movie PLEASE DROP A QUESTION IN MY ASK BOX !!!! i want to better format my thoughts and i do best with questions hehehe
as promised… me cosplaying akane (wtf face reveal !??) to the movies + kou in the popcorn 🍿
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☆ love u all <3 thanks for making this place, a place where i can talk about anything regarding psycho pass, you don’t understand :,)
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camels-pen · 4 months ago
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Stand name: [ Death ] (wait no that's taken-)
Summary: Polnareff finds a boy bleeding in alleyway. And he is definitely not a local.
For @dp-crossover-angst-week-event Day 3: bleeding out in an alleyway - Jojo's Bizarre Adventures: Stardust Crusaders crossover
Ao3 Link
“Iggy don’t chew on my boots!” Polnareff shook his foot, dislodging the stupid mutt. Iggy growled and turned, kicking up a wave of sand all over him. “Seriously?! You’re using your stand for that?”
Iggy laughed and trotted away as Polnareff scrambled up to wring his dumbass little neck.
As he passed an alleyway, he paused a moment, something bright catching his eye.
There was a kid, sitting in a pool of green and red juice. Seemed he got some spilled on his side, the way he—
Something blue and wispy slipped from his lips. 
“Silver Chariot.” Polnareff's stand appeared, rapier pointed at the kid. 
The kid’s breathing stuttered. His eyes were glued to Chariot’s rapier. Polnareff frowned. “So you are a stand user.”
The boy squinted at him. “A what?”
“A Stand user.” He pointed to Chariot. “This is a stand.”
“It’s… not a ghost?”
“No.” Polnareff walked closer, covering the mouth of the alley. Chariot moved with him, the tip of the rapier practically touching the boy’s nose. “Sorry kid, but I’m not taking chances. Bring out your stand and tell me what it does.”
“Uh, I don’t—”
A bead of blood welled up where Chariot’s rapier was pressed against the skin. “I’m not asking.”
“Seriously, I don’t have one of those,” the boy said. “I’m good at standing, but I don’t have a stand or whatever.” Nervous, but not about the sword. He didn’t look for an exit, didn’t shake or yell or cry. The closer Polnareff looked, the more he noticed he was tense from whatever injury he was putting pressure on, rather than covering up a juice stain. 
He moved as if he didn’t care about the threat of injury to his person. The only sign he was even bothered was how he kept shifting his eyes to anything other than Chariot’s body.
No, he wasn’t nervous of Chariot. He was nervous of Polnareff.
Polnareff bit the inside of his cheek. He looked like he was Sherry’s age, before she…
The boy hissed, pressing his side harder. Chariot moved with hardly a thought, aiming to slash his cheek for a little scare.
The boy lost all colour for a moment, the sword passing through him without any resistance. Then his body started to get fuzzy around the edges and he cursed, bending over. “What the hell? It shouldn’t hurt—” he choked on his words as the fuzz was pulled off his body and solidified into a gray ball. The ball shifted and stretched until it took on a humanoid shape. 
The boy’s stand.
“Name?” The boy kept staring at his stand. Was this the first time he’d manifested it? “Kid, what’s its name.”
His eyes flicked to Polnareff then back to his stand. With his free hand, he tentatively poked it. “...Death?”
“Nice try, but we already met Death Thirteen.”
“Death Fourt—”
Chariot raised his rapier.
“Alright alright.” The boy held up his hand. His stand mimicked him. “But uh, shouldn’t you introduce yours first? It’s only polite.”
“Fine, this is Silver Chariot.” Polnareff shifted the rapier to the boy’s stand. “Now, name.”
“What is that a band?” he mumbled. “Uhh, shit, I don’t know. Fall Out Boy?”
“And what does it do?”
“Normal stuff, like playing video games or—” the boy coughed harshly, fresh blood running down his side. “Not that this isn’t fun, but are you done yet? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” His stand gestured at his wound, which the boy was now pressing both hands against.
The pool of blood-and-something under him was getting alarmingly big.
Ah, fuck it. Polnareff might regret this later, but if he did, well, there was nothing he couldn’t solve with Chariot. 
“How about we start over?” He crouched down, holding out a hand. “I’m Jean Pierre Polnareff. You?”
The boy’s stand pulled closer to him. He tensed far more than when Chariot was threatening him. 
“Come on, I promise I won’t bite. Though Iggy might when you meet him.” The boy’s brows furrowed. “He’s the dog I’m stuck babysitting right now.”
“You have a dog? Is he another ‘stand’?”
“He’s not a stand, just a pain in my ass.” And probably stealing some poor sap’s dinner, wherever he’d run off too. “Er, but he’s kind of cute when you give him a treat. Especially coffee gum.”
The boy watched him, tense and wary.
“I can get you something for that injury too. I’ve got cash and know the local language.” 
“How do you know I’m not—?”
“You’re speaking fluent American English and pale as a sheet.” The boy glared, as if wanting to throw the words back at Polnareff. “I’m not a local either, but I understand them. Can you?”
The boy pressed his lips to a thin line. “And don’t try to be tough, just accept my help before I change my mind.”
The boy turned away, grumbling that he could figure it out if he tried. Barely a moment later he sighed, slumping further against the wall. Fall Out Boy shook Polnareff’s hand.  “Danny.” He started to sway. “If you turn out to be a kidnapper I’ll… scream….”
Polnareff caught him as he passed out. He got a good look at Danny’s wound too. 
“Tough kid, keeping quiet with pieces gouged out of him.” He hoisted Danny into his arms and started walking back to the others. Iggy would sniff his way back when he got hungry. “And it’s rather bizarre…” He looked over his shoulder.
“Why is his stand still here when he’s unconscious?”
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fog-and-rust · 1 year ago
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Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes Part 7 (feat. my Hufflepuff!MC, Ellie)
Zenobia: I'm going to be an adult in 4 years and I only have a vague idea of what I'm going to do.
Ellie: I’m gonna be an adult in less than a year and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life.
Professor Garlick: I'm an adult and I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
Ominis: Three types of people.
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[After summer break]
Ellie: *running towards Ominis with open arms*
Ominis: *moves out of the way*
Ellie: Hey, why'd you move?!
Ominis: I thought you were going to attack me.
Ellie: I was going to hug you!
Ominis: Why would you hug me?
Ellie: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?
***
Lenora: Something tells me Ellie's going to be a bit more unhinged today...
Ellie, with armful of Chinese Chomping Cabbages: Leave me be, cousin Leander isn't here to stop me, I'm going feral.
[A few moments later]
Garreth, pointing a camera at Ellie: There she is, our precious cinnamon scone.
Ellie, leading her little army of cabbages and chasing Puffskein Dunkein: What-?
***
Imelda: Madam Kogawa asked me to tell you about your new assignment, but I think it might make you jump from Astronomy Tower again.
Ellie: Just say it quick, like ripping off a band-aid.
Imelda: You have to teach Ominis how to fly on a broom.
Ellie: ... put the band-aid back on.
***
Ellie: In Garreth's defense, I’ve done some pretty dumb stuff even before I tried his latest concoction.
***
Ellie, in Headmaster's Office: I'll write Professor Black a friendly note. Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...
***
Leander: I don’t care what anyone thinks about me.
Ellie: Ok.
Leander: Wait, why such a muted reaction? Did that not sound cool?
***
[Beasts are like Pokemons, gonna catch them all]
Ellie: Hey, you want a tarot reading?
Duncan: Those are Beasts cards.
Ellie: You got a Golden Snidget.
Duncan: ...
Ellie: It means 'you're fucked'.
***
[Let's speculate on other games]
Ellie, setting down a card: Sorting Hat.
Amit, pulling out an Arithmancy card: +4.
Poppy, pulling out a Beasts card: Grindylow, I choose you!
Leander, trembling: What are we playing?!
***
Leander: Can we talk about that howlers you sent?
Amit: All it says is, "I'm back on my idiocy".
Ellie, shrugging: The people need to know.
***
Richard Jackdaw: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.
***
Leander: Ellie and I were at Summoner's Court, and Duncan flew by and shouted at us.
Ominis: What did she do?
Leander: She chased him to Ravenclaw tower, and broke into the Common Room, and-
Ellie: *dropping from above, casting Levioso on herself* Who wants a new broom seat?
***
Ellie: Garreth is a precious angel who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!
Leander: Never done anything wrong?! He set our dormitory on FIRE!
***
Ellie: Where is that blasted Daedalian key?
Amit: Ellie, Zenobia and Lucan are around, can you say it a little nicer?
Ellie: May I ascertain the whereabouts of the LAST BLASTED DAEDALIAN KEY?!
***
Ellie: Your potion station is in the bathroom?
Garreth: Leander says this is the perfect place for my work. I’m just now realizing that remark may not have been entirely complimentary.
***
[In Great Hall]
Garreth: Amit won't come from Astronomy Tower but I really need his help with homework.
Ellie, to Zenobia: Please, go to Amit and tell him I said something.
Zenobia: Like what?
Ellie: Anything factually incorrect.
Zenobia, shrugging: If you say so.
[A few moments later]
Amit: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?
***
[In Hogsmeade]
Ellie: We’re going to Honeydukes?!
Leander: No! It’s nighttime, Honeydukes is closed.
Garreth: We’re gonna ROB Honeydukes?!?!
Leander, sighing: No-
***
Ellie: Guess what?
Leander: What?
Ellie: No, you have to guess.
Leander, thinking: I don’t know.
Ellie: I've been to Azkaban.
Leander: Why would you make me guess that?!
Leander: What happened?!
***
Leander: Ellie just insisted I remember a code word in case I'm ever confronted by someone impersonating her under Polyjuice Potion and I'm not sure which is the real her and which is the imposter.
Leander: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.
***
Leander: *receives an owl* Oh! It’s Ellie.
Garreth, excitedly: Did she get me the stuff?
Leander: Yeah, she says she got you the Fwooper feathers, dried Billywig stings and 12 gallons of Troll blood.
Garreth: Wow! Where’d she find 12 gallons of fake Troll blood?
Leander: You wanted fake blood?
Garreth: ...
Leander: I’ll go write Ellie.
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alchemist-shizun · 3 months ago
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I was waiting you've been waiting ... MYATB final ep live reaction!
Somehow even later than last night, not only did I work for 6 hours again, I have guests over, but with no further ado let's begin!
first off i am terrified, somehow, even if im sure everything will be fine
STARTING OFF STRONG WITH THE HUAIBAO FANCAM. Does anybody look at first episodes Xiaobao expressions and how much of a genuine happy and warm smile he had, and now it's been SO LONG since we've seen one. Healthy happiness where are you?
Also. If I had a nickel for each time a danmei character falls off a cliff i'd be fucking rich let's BE REAL
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lil meowmeow ...
XIAOBAO IS LOOKING FOR THE PENDANT SOMEBODY HOLD ME BACK
IT'S SOMEONE ELSE'S BLOOD XIAOBAO NO WORRIES this is so funny to me
Su Yin it's your turn for some character development come on I believe in you I know you won't disappoint me COME ON
My main question is why make him suffer so much things can be fixed so easily. so easily. oh my god.
Internally I'm also laughing a bit because Su Yin is just saying THIS MAN RUINED YOUR LIFE AND U WANT HIM BACK JUST HOW GOOD WAS THE DICK TELL ME. TELL ME
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look at him, moisturized, in his lane, i dont know how the rest of the meme goes but you get it
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. YOU NEED TWO PEOPLE WITH STRONG INTERNAL FORCES. OH MY G O D u mean to tell me both Huai'en and Su Yin need to help him, this makes my ot3 mind go insane. This is beautiful, thank you Que Siming, again, he fixes everything, he is insane
NNNNNNNNNNnNnNnim goinG INSANEEEEE SIMING'S LIL be careful TO JINBAOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOPPPPPP IM SO SOFTTTTTTTT WEEPS WEEPS WEEEEEEEEEEEEEPS.
A few words for Xiaobao in this scene because holy shit. My boy is wholly desperate he'd do anything just to let Huai'en live, his feelings have been a mess for so long but he still finds it in himself to care about him so deeply he's better than any of us
This entire drama has been either of them in bed suffering and the other watching over, beautiful
holy fucking shit they FINALLY kissed. I'm going insane. THEIR HANDS!! THEYRE SO SOFT. Huai'en looks so cute after being kissed, they're so I'm so insane. my children.
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i love my sick wife (literally either of them)
THEIR LITTLE SMILESSSS THEYRE SO SOFT AND VULNERABLE I WILL CRY
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"swear to god if u and i become like this i give you permission to kill me" the most homophobic gay ever
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I think he might really be one of my favourite characters I swear. Give an award to his actor. he is so disgusted by everything I love him
OH WOW OKAY. BATH TIME? Oh my god Su Yin and Huai'en. Here we go. My immediate response is "just kiss about it" but I don't think they will. Their tension would bleed out so easily
OOOO ZHAOCAI'S A MEANIEEEEEEEEEE
huaibao: having a small moment. Su Yin: THIS AINT ABOUT YOU!! i love them all, good god, he is hilarious, his jealousy is visible from three hundred miles
The healing process is so interesting to watch, I could just stare at them work for hours
WHY IS THIS GUY STILL HERE. WHAT. Thats a lot of food for a prisoner. TELL HIM LI GONGXIANG. HE IS SO AWESOME. God I ucking hate this guy.WHY ARE THEY LEAVING HIS CELL DOOR OPEN
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HAPPY LITTLE THINGS
"Who am I to be mad at you?" I KNEW ITTTTTT I KNEW YOU'D CAVE SU YIN I LOVE U. WOOOOOOOOO
Heeeeeeeeere comes the cocklockkkk
MY TRIO OF WONDERS TWT <3 MAN the best dumbass trio ever
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this is so fucking funny those two are lounging and there the others go being dramatic
im going to cry over su yin and xiaobao's bond again? yes. i am.
Thank u for calling that man a freak xiaobao
SHAOYU?? also this is the first time I see some actual help for starving people, that's a nice touch.
That was the stupidest interaction ever thank you shaoyu
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oh he knows. he knows.
XIAOYU EXTERIOR DESIGN PASSION
THE SHADOWS MOVED IN WITH THEM ZHAOCAI NO LONGER ALONE. Also the matching headpieces!
THEY SAVED HIM TWT SHADOWS MY BELOVEDSSSSS
HUAI'EN IS SO HAPPY ABOUT BEING HIS WIFE
xiaoyu istg- HFAHAHAHA SHES DOING IT ON PURPOS. WE'RE ALL LAUGHING AT THEM LIKE ZHAOCAI
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PLEASE IM NEARLY CRYINGNFDSAJAHAHAH
HE CANNOT BE JEALOUS ABOUT SU YIN AFTER HE PROPOSED FSJ
NOOOOOOOO WDYM THATS IT??????? NOOOOOOOOO THEY BARELY GOT USED TO EACH OTHERS SMILE. AND NOW IT'S OVER TWT NOOOOOO well that was a wild ride
I dont know what it is about danmei novels and NOT SHOWING ME THEIR WEDDINGS!!! I WANT TO SEE THEM!!
Anyway. WE REACHED THE END. WOW. Insane. Incredible work to all who worked hard to give us our first uncensored Chinese bl, may it pave the path to many more! I had fun waiting for episodes each week, hadn't felt this elated in a long time. I'm sad I cannot look forward to more, but I might get inspired and create some art or fics for this series, who knows owo the actors are too pretty to pass on.
I'm extremely glad we got that Su Yin acceptance arc I have been mentioning, Shaoyu hasn't gotten more bearable but ig he has to mature yet. Xiaoyu was an icon all episode, I must admit, Zhaocai has found his new partner in crime. I also dearly missed Jinbao and Siming as soon as they left :( their energies were something stupendous. I also liked that Huai'en did not go back to see his foster father, he didn't give him the fucking satisfaction. As it should be.
I'm not smart enough to make much more introspection so I think this is where I'll leave it! Come talk to me if you too have nobody to discuss this series with lmao, askbox is always open. Time for a deepdive into the tag now. I hope I see more of this soon!
A big pat on the back to all those of us who suffered to this day. WORTH IT WORTH IT.
HAVE A GOOD NIGHT
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cat-soda · 3 months ago
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going gentle
Somewhere in the depths of her mother’s hard drive, there’s an old home video of Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi as kids. In it, little 4-year-old Qiao Ling makes Cheng Xiaoshi lay down beside her on the carpeted floor, then proceeds to pat his head and warble out a child’s rendition of her favorite lullaby. They’re adults now, but Cheng Xiaoshi still closes his eyes as Qiao Ling runs her fingers through his hair and murmurs her favorite lullaby, entrusting her with his dreams.
or, Qiao Ling wishes her brother would let her take care of him.
for @dlandofdreams
Pairings: n/a
Word count: 1368
Warnings for: post season 2 spoilers, hurt/comfort
[AO3 Link]
The phone rings at 3am, and Qiao Ling almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of rainstorms and thunder outside her window. It takes massive strength of will to pull her hand out from under her blanket and reach around for her phone, and then she only barely manages to crack her eyes open wide enough to see Cheng Xiaoshi’s name lit up on the screen. 
She almost considers turning over and ignoring him, but the next clap of thunder makes her sigh. She greets him with, “Why aren’t you asleep yet, Xiaoshi?”
Cheng Xiaoshi doesn’t answer her for a long moment — long enough that Qiao Ling sits up in bed, letting her blanket fall from her shoulders as she holds her phone closer to her ear.
“Cheng Xiaoshi?” she asks, urgently.
“...sorry, Ling-jie,” Cheng Xiaoshi says, finally, in a thick kind-of voice. She picks up the sound of sheets rustling as Cheng Xiaoshi clears his throat. “Never mind.”
He hangs up.
Qiao Ling gives her phone an offended look and calls him back immediately, picking at a persistent hangnail as she impatiently waits for him to pick up. “Don’t you ‘never mind’ me,” she says, as soon as the line connects. “What is it?”
His tone was weary. “It’s stupid. I shouldn’t have called.” Qiao Ling raises an eyebrow even though she knows he can’t see her, pinching her lips together and waiting for him to elaborate. “It’s just… with the storm, and Lu Guang isn’t gonna be back until later this week… I’m not used to sleeping alone anymore.” He admits the last bit in a bit of a tense, wobbly voice, sounding remarkably like the young boy who used to have to be picked up by Qiao Ling’s parents after being sent to the principal’s office. Defensive. (Vulnerable. Claws raised to protect all his soft insides)
(...when had Qiao Ling become a person Cheng Xiaoshi had to hide from when he was feeling vulnerable?)
Qiao Ling nods, standing up. “Okay. Gimme a second to find my coat.”
“What?”
“I’m coming over.”
“Whoa, rent’s not due yet, is it?”
“Don’t be a jackass.” Shrugging on her raincoat and patting her pockets for her keys, she adds, “Just make sure to unlock the door for me.”
“You really don’t have to come over. Qiao Ling, wait, seriously, I’ll eat the key if I have to!”
Qiao Ling stops, rolls her eyes, then rummages through her drawer for her spare key to Cheng Xiaoshi’s studio. “You’re dumb as fuck.”
“You’re the one stepping outside in a thunderstorm,” she hears him mutter.
“You don’t even live a full minute away.”
He scoffs, but when Qiao Ling gets to his studio, she doesn’t even get the chance to take out her spare key before the door’s being pulled open, a jolly jingle coming from the bell hanging above it.
Cheng Xiaoshi frowns down at her. “Crazy.”
She pokes him in the chest, hard. “Dumbass.” Pushing past him, she sets about in the kitchen making tea for the both of them, trying not to shoot glances over her shoulder at Cheng Xiaoshi following her every move while rubbing his eyes. 
He looks so haggard under the kitchen lights.
He hasn’t been sleeping well. Qiao Ling bites her lip, thoughts racing. Eyebags like that don’t show up overnight. How long has it been since he slept through the night? How long has this been going on? 
And, quietly, why hadn’t I noticed sooner? After everything with Qian Jin and Li Tianchen and Li Tia… she had been so relieved. She had been so determined to keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep moving, and maybe that was why she had lost track of Cheng Xiaoshi. (Maybe that was when Cheng Xiaoshi started hiding from her. Maybe she’d made it too easy.)
Briskly, she shakes her head, warming milk in the microwave to pour liberally into Cheng Xiaoshi’s cup. It’s small, but he smiles at the milk and some unspoken memory, and her chest unclenches, just a tad. She breathes a little easier, now that he’s smiling.
“What’s so funny?”
He shakes his head at her, still smiling. She clicks her tongue but doesn’t push, instead simply handing him his cup. 
Qiao Ling idly checks her phone as she leeches off of the warmth emanating from her tea. It’s almost 4 now. She wonders where Lu Guang went. He always becomes weird and cagey towards the end of summer, but it was unlike him to disappear out of the blue like this. Cheng Xiaoshi would know, if she asked. “Do you think Lu Guang would mind if I slept on his bunk?” she asks instead.
Cheng Xiaoshi blinks out of his reverie. He’d been staring listlessly at his tea as he held it. “No, he wouldn’t mind.” He furrows his eyebrows as Qiao Ling finishes off her cup, places it in the sink, and goes straight for the closet where he keeps the spare bedding. “...are you really staying over?”
“Oh, all of a sudden, you don’t want me around. Is that it?”
Cheng Xiaoshi shakes his head. “No, I…” He looks away, squirming under her stare. “It’s just that you don’t have to. Seriously, it’s fine.”
“It’s literally nothing. Do you think it bothers me to do things like this for you?”
“...doesn’t it?”
She goes silent with disbelief. Then, she narrows her eyes at him. “It’s like you don’t understand how easy it is to love you.” Qiao Ling shakes her head and turns towards the stairs, blankets in hand. “Now, c’mon. I don’t really want to hang out down here all night.”
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Cheng Xiaoshi usually snores and kicks his blankets off half-way during the night. On the worser ones, he mumbles in his sleep — inane things, sometimes, and sad ones. When they were younger, he used to grind his teeth together so badly that Qiao Ling’s parents had to get him a mouthguard. Cheng Xiaoshi has never been a quiet sleeper. 
Tonight, though, he’s so quiet that Qiao Ling can’t help but to hear it.
Qiao Ling peeks her head over the side of the railing. To his credit, Cheng Xiaoshi does have his eyes closed, but it was less like he was resting, and more like he was concentrating desperately on trying to sleep. He lays on his back, fingers tapping rhythmically against his chest, and pausing when she says, “You’re so tense.”
“Quiet in the peanut gallery,” he responds, turning over onto his side with a grunt. 
“No wonder you look so terrible,” she continues, ignoring the look he gives her. Qiao Ling climbs down from the top bunk to sit down beside him. “Come here, let me brush your hair.”
It was the only form of affection he accepted from her nowadays, ever since he shot past her in height, citing that he was too old and it was too embarrassing for her to hold him (even when she thought he needed it). (She thinks, too, that he probably misses it, even if he won’t say it out loud.) This is enough, though, to make Cheng Xiaoshi perk up, nodding his head slightly and scooting closer to her.
Carding her hand through his hair, Qiao Ling curls the inky strands between her fingers. “It’s gotten pretty long. Are you planning to cut it soon?” asks Qiao Ling quietly, after a moment.
Cheng Xiaoshi lets out a soft huff through his nose, eyes drooping. “Maybe,” he mumbles. “I might let it grow out.”
She replies with a hum, letting herself smile as Cheng Xiaoshi finally relaxes, breath evening. It reminds her: somewhere in the depths of her mother’s hard drive, there’s an old home video of Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi as kids. In it, little 4-year-old Qiao Ling makes Cheng Xiaoshi lay down beside her on the carpeted floor, then proceeds to pat his head and warble out a child’s rendition of her favorite lullaby. 
They’re adults now, but Cheng Xiaoshi still closes his eyes as Qiao Ling runs her fingers through his hair and murmurs her favorite lullaby, entrusting her with his dreams.
“Little swallow, dressed colorfully,
Comes here every spring…”
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a/n: i won't repaste my entire author's note from ao3, but i do wanna reiterate two (2) points! firstly, the lullaby that qiao ling begins to sing is called little swallow/xiǎo yàn zi (tl: wang li) and secondly, the part about cheng xiaoshi wanting to be held is 100% inspired by this post by anulithots and i had to tell you guys bc i think about it every other day (screaming sobbing throwing up) okay byeeeee
thank you for reading!!!!!! 🫶
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"What did you catch her for, you idiot?!?"
"She has been with the Stellaron Hunters especially that guy named Blade." "She must be really important to him."
"We can use this woman to catch him." I heard that he has quite the bounty! It can be a gift to these people while having good money for us!"
In a haze, The voices of two men sounded in your ear.
"Your hands were tied behind your back. The thatch poked through my clothes, and the dampness made it very uncomfortable.
"If he really cared about this woman, would he really keep her with him this whole time and let everyone know that she is his weakness? If so, I wonder what other weaknesses the other hunters have."
"Well.. This woman is a decoy he randomly bought years ago to deceive losers like you and find out who's really against Elio. Your dumbass wanted to work both sides, and you betrayed them. Now look at us. "No money, no shit."
Even though you knew full well that these men were telling the truth, you were just a decoy.
Your heart still ached when you heard these words.
"What's done is done. We can't let this woman live. Thinking about it, she did ruin our lives."
"You motherfucker. Sooner or later, Blade, that bastard will know what you did. He won't be easy on us. We might as well drag her down with us."
"We've only just taken her away. Blade won't be that quick."
The sound of a knife being drawn out made you grit your teeth and shudder. But you had already cut the rope with a blade hidden in my sleeve. As the footsteps approached, you waited for the right moment.
Even with your eyes closed. You could still see that man's face and his cold eyes..
But will Blade be sad if you are gone? ..
"Ah, death is really a blessing, but not now, at least for you. Don't say you have no hopes and dreams. Hope is the most precious thing in this world."
"You want to follow a path, huh? Want to come with me?"
No, you can't die here.
You were ready with the knife you had hidden. You didn't care even if these men were going to die. You didn't care. You wanted to live.
But before you could act, someone acted first.
You heard a 'cling' like some sharp object pierced through the glass and nailed to the wood plank. The sudden, startling wail made your heart clench.
"Keep your eyes shut. Kafka will untie you."
!!!!
The cold command was followed by constant shrieks. Then there were a series of moans and the sound of bones breaking and twisting. You could hear Kafka's giggle. With your eyes closed, you curled your body into a ball, fearing it was just a dream.
"Y/n.. Calm down.. We are here, don't worry." She was going to untie you. but realised that it was cut off.
"Hm..Blade did teach you a lot."
"Are you done?"
"Back already? I wanted to crack some bones too."
"Later, I tied them up." Let's bring them to Elio."
"I can take care of that; you take care of her."
Before you spoke, you felt someone carry you in a damp and warm embrace tinged with a cold blood scent.
You opened your eyes in a daze. In this gloomy thatched hut was an eye-catching, black-haired man.
There was a hint of anger in those red eyes.
"Is this not a dream?"
"Eh? Do you often dream of me?"
You didn't say anything, and he carried you out of the room. He suddenly paused.
As you lowered your gaze to find that a man was clutching at the end of his pants.
"Please have mercy!"
He turned a deaf ear to the man's pleas and the whispers of the on lookers. With a stride of his long leg, the man fell to the ground.
Meanwhile, a group began to take these men away. Whatever happens to them, you don't care.
"Should I..?"
"Hold still.." His voice was filled with impatience. You blinked and stayed quiet.
Blade gave a slightly sarcastic smirk at the men kneeling on the floor.
"You!! I won't let you off even if I die."
"Hm. I doubt it." A little persuasion won't hurt, right, Mr. Vex?'
Kafka said she would take care of them from here on out.
.Curses reverberated behind us while the sound of a strong, steady heartbeat quietly beat away in my ears.
Blade is a bit different from the others. No one knows what he's thinking. but he is a bit friendly with Kafka and Silverwolf. Even to the fact that Kafka calls him bladie.
You did try to call him that once but once you did. You got pinned to the ground..
It's a long list of mixed relationships with him..You never knew what kind of a person he was to you..he was someone special. But what kind is it?
You told him to stop carrying you.AT first he didn't care but finally he let you stand on the ground
"Are you hurt?"
You could feel him pause for a moment before walking forward again. It was only for a split second.
"no"
"Your hand it's bleeding..."
"I will take care of this just come on now."
Well as you looked at the sky. You remembered something years ago.
You reached out your arm, trying your best to catch that flying away from you.
The man behind you tightened the collar at the the back of your neck. The only thing left in your blurred vision was the muddy photo stamped with shoe prints.
"No.....no....."You cried out. you ran towards the photo the photo is really old and the only memory you have of him.
The photo is ruined the faces your old friends expect you got erased.
Due to your curse. you forgot most of the memories you spent with your 'lover' due to your friend. Due to this you ran away from there and now you just act like a normal citizen..
but it's hard...you wanted to eat something at a shop. A man stole something and blamed it on you. the man holds the back of your shirt.
Like freedom beyond reach. You kept striving to break free while rotting away. The world was covered with a thin film. The insults and curses behind were pushed away and became cold background noises.
Suddenly, a pair of delicate leather shoes stopped next to the photo, before it was picked up.
You blinked slowly. you saw a young man with red eyes and black hair.
the young man looked about your human age. His red eyes captivated my gaze.
his eyes remind of someone you know. Someone who was close to you.
"Stop zoning out!" When you were pulled back to reality by the pain,someone else screamed.
The force that constrained you suddenly disappeared, making you fall straight to the ground. You tried your best to look up and found that the blacked haired young man had already walked over, twisting the man's wrist with one hand, turning his gaze from the photo in his hand to me.
"Do you live at the house in the east?"
You stared at him numbly and was loss for words for a second.
"Answer me."
"Yes. I stayed there for a year now."
Your answer seemed to brighten up the young man's eyes for a moment because of your answer before they became distant again.
He tossed the man to the side, lowered his gaze, and wiped the mud off the photo then he crouched down and handed it to you.
"You are a immortal being, aren't you? Anyway will only ask you once. want to come with me??"
You stared at him in shock. the roar in the world came to a halt, leaving only the young man's voice and the sound of my heartbeat.
".... Sure.."
As soon You replied you were swept up in an embrace like a shattered snowflake.
the scent of blood was all mixed together. As you dozed off, his voice sounded in your ears.
"From now on. you are mine."
"I am Blade."
"I am y/n."
"Well. What do you do?"
He smirked and told you will see.
you closed your eyes.
You opened your eyes and turned around to see Blade unconcernedly reading the newspaper on the sofa.
It was just a mermory.....
I thought he will be with the other hunters.
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Staring at his side, the dream you just had made you a little disoriented. You had been with him for this long already.
Back then, he brought you, healed your injuries, and taught you all sorts of things.
But more importantly, you actually have two friends, Kafka and Silver Wolf.
But Blade was the most ruthless and sharp, like a blade. You witnessed him expand from what he was to what he is now on his own in just a few years.
"I know you're awake; get up and eat."
His words interrupted your thoughts. Blade didn't look up and slowly took a sip of his tea. As soon as he frowned, you immediately got up from the bed.
Food was already laid out on the wooden table. The temperature was perfect, neither too hot nor too cold.
The person who prepared these clearly carefully calculated the timing. You surveyed the man sitting on the side from the corner of your eye. You were puzzled when you saw his teacup on the side.
"Is that Dragon Well Tea not ready yet?"
"It's poisoned. Which will ruin the taste."
You almost chocked on the spring roll in your mouth. You sighed in your heart when you looked at his calm face.
Ah, his hand...
You walked to the cabinet and took a first aid kit to bandage his wound.
"I won't die."
After hearing the expected answer, you picked up his hand and started to bandage his wound. After doing that.
You then sliced some apples to give him something to eat. He didn't care. You then held the apple close to his mouth.
He didn't open his mouth and simply glared at you.
"Don't glare at me. I'm not scared of you."
Saying this, you held the apple piece closer to his mouth. Probably your fearlessness had persuaded him, he finally opened his mouth.
You smiled gladly and turned around to continue enjoying your spring rolls when a cold hand wrapped around your waist. The incense burned quietly as a soft sigh and familiar warmth flooded towards you from behind.
"You don't blame me for using you as bait?"
He squinted, and the thin sunlight on his long eyelashes didn't seem to bother him.
"You taught me that there is no such thing as a meaningless trade. You bought me, so my life is all yours."
"How loyal."
The man behind me slowly opened his eyes, which were full of tease and scrutiny.
"Well. It's been a long time since I set foot in Xianzhou Luofu. I was going to the temple to get a peace charm, like i had done in previous years when I was young. I planned to escape myself and never thought I would give you any trouble."
He probably didn't trust anyone. But even so, you still tried to explain everything. The cold fingertip stroked through your neck and wrapped a strand of your hair around it.
"How many years have you been with me now?"
"...5 years?"
"Hm, you are right."
It began to get alarming.
"Do you want to leave?"
He suddenly laughed, with only mockery and melancholy.
"I think you will be fine by yourself."
And with that, he stood up. The sudden drop in temperature somehow made you feel cold at the height of summer.
"If you want to go. I won't stop you. Leave before next week." Blade left after saying this, leaving you in a daze by yourself.
"I just came, and he already did it."
"Kafka??"
"Yep... I did listen—sorry for earspouting—but he was acting a bit too much. " I've never seen him blaming himself so much."
"I don't know anymore. Why does he act like this?" He is the only one for whom I still don't know how I feel. With you and Silver wolf, I can call you my friends, even though this is just a business relationship."
"First of all, you aren't a business partner. You have nothing to do with us. You just stick with blade all the time. Besides, we were the ones who started to talk with you. you You're actually a good person. I like being friends with you."
"Thank you. Kafka"
"That's seemed to cheer you up. Now, time for questions."
"Wha-"
"Do you feel safe around blade?"
You were surprised by her question, but you knew the answer.
"I do feel safe around him."
"Straight answer, no bullshit. I think I already know what decision you are going to take, btw."
You didn't listen to most of what Kafka says.
You were more bothered about something else than him suddenly throwing you out.
Are you going to be trouble for him?
"You aren't a trouble to anyone." Blade can handle more than you think, but I do know what's wrong with him. I will give you a hint: I think his weakness is a bit more visible now.
"Weakness??? what? but he seems fine."
"Just a theory, honey... But still, it's up to you. In your closet, there is a bag. You can take your clothes and leave or stay with us in this hellhole. If you stay, you know what type of person he is to you."
Saying that she left...
leave?? or stay. If you leave, you can find the man you loved, but did he ever love you?
But if you stay, then you have to fall into the abyss, along with these destiny slaves. and then blade to you. He's
Deep in the night, outside the dark room, you tiptoed with your bag. Faint noises from powerful
Fists and stomps sounded from within the room.
Blade would be here alone every night and never let anyone come near. But hidden in the dark, this was a moment with Blade you could secretly enjoy.
As usual, you peeked through the window gap.
Inside the room, Blade had no shirt on. His whole body was always covered in bandages. His movements were swift, fierce, and stronger than usual, as if he were venting his emotions.
His front hair was already straddling the corners of his forehead. Sweat dripped slowly down his jaw and across his muscular, heaving chest.
He stood where light and darkness intersected, with half of his face hidden in the darkness.
Blade stood still, seeming to be waiting for something. The next second, those red eyes locked firmly on you through the window gap.
"!!!"
You quickly ducked and crouched down.
"...Come in."
"I will only say this once. If not, I will have to carry you here."
Hearing his slightly stern voice. You stood up, pushed the door open with your head down, and didn't dare to go any closer after one step in.
"You aren't normally this cowardly."
"You knew all along?!? Then how come you never told me to leave before."
"Because I didn't want to."
You jerked your head up and found him already standing in front of me. His searing body seemed to cross the few inches between you and set you on fire.
"I-I haven't come to peek today. I just."
He lowered his gaze and swept his eyes past the bag behind you. The smile that appeared on his face was tinted with mockery.
"If you're here to say goodbye, there's no..."
"I want to stay here."
You held your breath and didn't miss the fleeting surprise in his eyes.
"I have decided this myself. I want to stay here with you."
Blade looked down at you with his deep eyes. A swift breeze skimmed past your ears, and then his hand propped against the door frame behind you.
"What? Are you crazy? You almost died today because of us. and you always seemed to be on guard. and I forced you to come with me."
Facing the aggression, you tried your best to keep your head up and not avert my gaze.
"I never once thought you forced me to come with you." I always gave it a long thought, and I always wanted to stay by your side. Second, if I leave, these people might come for me again. I can't fight anyone... because...
He looked at you firmly.
"You were there always. I always felt safe around you, and because of that, I didn't worry about my life. So I...I still need you in my life."
Before you could finish your words, Blade suddenly grabbed your left wrist while extending his leg. Just as you lost your balance, his left arm instantly held your waist, while his right arm once again locked your wrist from the front.
When you came back to your senses, you found yourself being pressed against the floor. The bag was flung to the side.
"You think I'll help you? Just because you want me? What kind of relationship do we even have?"
He slightly lowered his gaze. His chest brushed against yours. You gasped softly as your whole heart was completely overwhelmed by his scent. you tried to lift your wrists and legs, but you weren't strong enough to move the man above you.
"In that bag is the money I saved for all these years." I am willing to buy your assistance for me."
"I don't want that money."
"If you take this money, I basically paid for your assistance over these years and am willing to buy some more time. I still don't know how to say if. Our relationship.. You care about me, but when I start to think we are much closer than before, you just say stuff like this."
You placed your hand on his chest. As you trembled. and the other hand caressed his hair. His body heat, which could be felt, made your fingertips burn.
The next week, he mentioned.
Was on the same date we met. You heard someone cursing him to death.
All you wanted for him was to be safe and sound.
"I think I know what your problem is."
"I don't think you know anything. and patting my head while tracing my chest, "What are you up to?"
The hot breath that blew on your face mixed with yours in the hot air.
"Whatever, continue it."
"Huh?"
"I said you can do it." I don't mind if it's you."
You blushed and continued doing it. You could clearly feel his muscles tighten under your fingertips.
"Blade."
He was just silent about it. His silence was a good sign for you to speak more.
"I think we both have to bond a bit more."
"Why is that?
"You clearly don't want the money, yet you push me away. Our relationship is just not clear to both of us. You've never seen me as a friend or anything. If you've always called me "yours," then doesn't that mean something else? You don't have to answer. I am willing to find out that answer, even if you are willing to cooperate or not."
"You seemed to like my embrace, so... we can stay a bit if you like." You smiled at him.
Seeing your smile, he snorted disdainfully, but the moonlight that sneaked as illuminated the faint smile in his eyes.
"You are right."
"Are you just going to write off my 5 years like this with that money?"
"You haven't even seen how much there is."
"I don't care."
His face came near your neck.
"Should I settle it now or later.
His whispers made you flinch a bit.
"Humans have many weakness...even if they are immortal huh?"
"Starting from eyes then their lips down to the throat and there is the heart."
His fingertips continued downward as he whispered, causing you grab his hand.
"What?? Don't hold my hand. When I am doing something"
"I gave you a chance to leave."
"But you refused."
a few minutes have passed.
"Can you wear some clothes?"
"I'll wear whatever I want."
You pushed him as you fled from the room when you saw that hint of. Something in his eyes.
"Run run where you want, I will catch you anywhere You go."
"I am just going to the restroom stop being dramatic."
no..you were going in your room to sleep alone...he needs to stop mocking you. You didn't want to admit but you too were in that mood. He ruined it.
i am writing a part 2 also stay tuned.
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