#not fond of the colours but this is the best I can do T^T

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

You're my first. You said it wrong. I'll be your first and last.

Pit Babe, Ep 11

[haoboutyou]

hello!!! I really enjoy your fics and was wondering if you could do wonwoo, cheol & mingyu where they're crushing on you? separate ones!!

when they have a crush on you | hhu

fluff | 1278 words (300-ish per member) | no warnings

an: hihi! hope this is what you're looking for! it took me a while ngl I have new-found respect for headcanon writers T-T + added vernon because 🤷🏽‍♀️

1. Choi Seungcheol

He carries your bags for you. 

You’re not sure when it started, but you’ve noticed that Seungcheol would always carry your bags for you, even despite your insistence. It’s like he’s made it his own personal mission to carry your stuff for you, even when you’re out with others. of course, this came hand in hand with the other guys teasing you two whenever you hung out. It doesn’t help that Jeonghan often jokes that Seungcheol’s crush on you is an open secret, but the boy in question wouldn’t even dispel his best friend’s words, flushing bright red every time.

“Seungcheol, give me that!”

Seungcheol stops in his tracks, causing you to bump into his back. The equipment in the box clinks against each other as he turns around, facing you. Wordlessly, he dumps the box into your waiting arms, smirking when you almost topple over at the unexpected weight. 

“I told you, sweetheart; leave the heavy lifting to me.”

You glance up at him, a slight blush from the unexpected nickname. When did he start calling you that? A bead of sweat glistens on your brow as you brush that thought away, your expression a mix of defiance and sheepishness. 

"I can manage," you mumble, trying your hardest to conceal the struggle in your tone.

He can’t shake off the apprehension swirling within him. He had warned you, hadn't he? Yet, you continue to persist, your determination outmatching your physical strength. Concern floods Seungcheol as he watches the way your arms tremble at the weight of the box. 

He approaches you, gently but firmly emphasising again. "I told you, y/n.” With a resigned sigh, he reached out, his hands enveloping the box, effortlessly lifting it from your grasp. "Stubborn as ever," his voice's a certain fondness, tugging at your heart for no apparent reason.

You watch him, a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment colouring your features as he continues walking away with the box. Eh, what harm is an extra hand?

2. Jeon Wonwoo

He lets you win in games.

Wonwoo’s proud of his in-game skills; he’s not afraid to say his reflexes sharp and his strategies are flawless. He’s rather good too– having high rankings in the server makes him cocky, Seungcheol likes to say. But as he glanced at his crush beside him, he notices the slight furrow of your brow, a hint of frustration clouding your features as you struggle to keep up.

A pang of empathy tugs at his heart. Wonwoo did ask you to join him at the internet cafe; he only wishes that you would learn to enjoy the game as much as he did. And so, in a split-second decision, he dials back his intensity, purposely taking on more hits to level the playing field.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly found your character gaining ground, rallying against the opposing team with newfound vigor. Unbeknownst to you, Wonwoo was subtly adjusting his tactics– allowing you to seize the advantage, all the while maintaining the illusion of competition.

Your team wins. Across you, Jihoon whoops in joy. “That’s foul!” Chan baulks opposite Wonwoo, clicking away furiously on his keyboard. Wonwoo smirks as he leans back in his chair, the loser banner blinking brightly on his screen. Arms stretching up, he leans over his monitor to peek your screen.

Your eyes seemed to shine brighter than the screen in front of you. Contrary to the boy next to you, your monitor flashes an animated victory banner.

“I did it! We–I did it!” you clap your hands together, grinning ear to ear. You lean towards Wonwoo to bump shoulders with him. 

He chuckles, arms crossing behind his head as he leans back in his seat. “Yes, you did!”

3. Chwe Vernon

He gets you medicine.

“Here.” A box drops in front of you, breaking the concentration you had on your laptop in front of you. 

You look up from your screen in confusion. “What’s this?” 

Vernon nudges the box of painkillers in front of you. He settles down on the chair opposite yours, acknowledging Seungkwan seated beside you. 

“You said you had a headache.” He acts nonchalant as he dives into conversation with his best friend, but the heavy blush creeping up his neck suggests otherwise. Yes, you had texted him earlier asking if he had painkillers on him, but you recalled him replying a plain ‘no’. Either he was lying (you doubt it– why would Vernon lie to you?) or he had stopped by a pharmacy just to pick up some for you.

You’re slightly flushing now, and not because of the dull throbbing in your head. Sure, Seungkwan had fed into your delusion earlier, suggesting that Vernon might have a crush on you– but there’s no way that’s, right?

You sneak a glance at your two best friends in front of you, now engaging in a deep argument about potatoes. Vernon’s brows furrow even deeper but soften when he realises you’re looking his way. The shy smile he sends your way causes cartwheels in your stomach before replacing it with an exaggerated gasp directed to Seungkwan’s way. 

You bury your head back into your laptop, mumbling a quick thanks before trying to focus on your work. Still, you can’t shake off what Seungkwan said about your best friend.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think Vernon has a crush on you.”

“That’s ridiculous, Kwan. He sees me as a friend, just like you.”

Seungkwan wiggles his eyebrows, choosing to scroll on his phone instead half-heartedly. “Sure, Jan,” he scoffs.

You slink back deeper in your seat. That can’t be true, right?

4. Kim Mingyu

He gets jealous of others.

Mingyu watches from across the cafe as you laugh at something Seokmin said, your smile radiant, eyes sparkling with amusement. He feels a knot tighten in his stomach– a familiar pang of jealousy gnawing at his insides. Aren’t you standing a little bit too close for comfort? Your easy camaraderie is triggering a surge of insecurity within him.

Seokmin is charming, there is no denying it. He has a way with words, a magnetic-like personality that drew people in effortlessly. And you seem rather captivated, hanging on to his every word. Usually, your laughter rings out like music to Mingyu’s ears. Today, though, it was all a cacophony of discord. A reminder of what he could be missing out on.

He clenches his fists, trying to push down the rising tide of jealousy threatening to consume him. Mingyu knows he had no right to feel this way; you aren’t his to claim, and Seokmin had every right to befriend you. But logic did very little to quell the sudden surge of possessiveness coursing through his veins.

So he sits, pouting on his own until you notice him from the corner of your eye. He stares you down with his big puppy eyes until you sigh and walk over to your best friend. Your hand can’t help but run through his soft dark hair.

“What’s wrong, Gyu?”

“Hmm?” he leans into your touch, nuzzling against the palm of your hand. “Nothing, Y/n.”

You shoot him a condescending look. “Yeah? You shooting Seokmin daggers with your eyes for nothing?” Your eyes flutter shut as you sigh, shaking your heard in disbelief. Then, ruffling his hair, “If you say so, Gyu.” 

“Anyways,” Mingyu clears his throat, looking up at the cafe’s menu board. “Have you decided what to get? My treat today!” 

“Really?!” Your eyes sparkle, glad you won’t have to open your wallet today. “Help me finish the then cakes, okay? Promise!” 

[dxckgrxsonx]

The dick pic storyline is driving me absolutely feral, I need more, my love. Please, I am on my knees begging you 🙇‍♀️ 🙏

im chewing my laptop and maybe committing a few crimes because of the feelings. they're going to fuck eventually i swear!!

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Sunlight yawns bright and weightless over the horizon, dawn dappled in lazy diluted watercolour brushstrokes.

Bronze scatters across the sky, endless wavelengths of vibrant colour sliding seamlessly into the other; gold hooks into blue and smudges talented fingers into the soft line of pink.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen the blinding curve of the sun in the morning. You’ve missed the quiet plethora of colour. The silence. The absence of responsibility.

Watching the dawn break over the horizon is easy, it’s beautiful; makes you want to swallow the world whole.

You think of Jason and how sometimes, when you really make him smile, you get the same endless feeling in your chest.

“I don’t remember you being here when I went to bed.” Jason rumbles as soon as he spots you standing by the window, voice thick and lazy with sleep. He rubs a hand through his hair, confusion thumbing gently against the tired lines of his face. “More importantly, I can’t remember the last time you were up this early. Everything okay? Do you need me to beat someone up for you?”

Your smile is automatic, reflective.

“I don’t need you to beat anyone up for me. I can do it myself.” Jason wanders forwards, steps eerily silent, and grabs you from behind, tucks you soft and warm against his chest. His fingers interlock against your stomach, trapping you in place, and you tip your head back to look at him.

Jason meets your gaze and doesn’t let go. It’s almost unnerving having his undivided attention. You find that you’re suddenly unsure.

It feels like the ground is shifting under your feet, feels like a fracture, a planetary faultline; like if you take one wrong step the floor will simply open right up, leave you falling into a hole with no bottom.

The look on his face is sleepy and thoughtful, you see him swallow.

“Just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to.” Jason says after a careful silence. Pressing his mouth to the crown of your head he mumbles into your hair, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”

Your heart swells in your chest and you think of how goddamn lucky you are to have him as your best friend.

“Oh good.” You sigh, relieved. “Because the real reason I’m here is because there’s this spider in my apartment and I think it wants to kill me.”

Jason laughs softly against the top of your head and then ducks down to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, “I’ll get my gun.”

“Breakfast first?” You choke, shivering at the feel of his lips so close to your pulse point.

“You just want free food from me don’t you?” Jason grins, teeth scraping the thin, sensitive skin under your ear. Your stomach flips, excitement snaking thick down your spine. Part of you thinks he knows exactly what he’s doing, and thinks he’s doing it on purpose.

“Well,” You admit, “I do love your cooking.”

Shuffling out of his hold when the sensation of his mouth against your neck becomes unbearable, you turn and finally settle your attention firmly on the chaotic mess of Jason’s hair. Strands stick up at odd angles from where he’s slept, soft curls knotted together on the side of his head above his ear. He looks dishevelled.

He looks unbearably domestic.

You feel suddenly fond, maybe even warm. But not in the same way you get when he sends you a video, or a photo. It’s different. It’s softer. Almost like stumbling into a patch of warm sun when you’re just starting to feel cold.

Unexpected. Comforting.

Jason yawns and stretches his arms above his head. The thick curve of his biceps catch your eye and you’re reminded of his strength, of how utterly big he is.

The sleeves of his t-shirt pull tight over the muscle and there’s something almost unhinged tugging at your ribs, wanting you desperately to sink your teeth into him.

A relieved little groan slips out of his pretty mouth when his shoulder cracks and you respond with an almost silent whine.

Glancing down you watch as his shirt starts to ride up, exposing a thin strip of warm skin. The sight of his tummy makes you lightheaded, makes you press your tongue to the backs of your teeth.

Dragging the tips of your fingers over his exposed stomach Jason sucks in a sharp breath. It’s almost like a flinch with the way his entire abdomen tightens up, muscles preparing for a hit you would never land.

It reminds you that not everyone touches him with the intent of gentle, almost innocent exploration. Even worse: it reminds you that the action is so well ingrained in his head that he’s been hit there more than once; that he’s been hit enough that every touch there is expected to bring pain.

It fills you with a quiet sort of hurt.

It’s the same hurt you get when you catch sight of bruises scattering dark and heavy over his skin. When you see his knuckles swollen and discoloured. When you watch him move out of the corner of your eye and see him wince because he’s pulled at a still healing wound.

Endless. Agonising.

The pads of your fingers sweep slowly against his skin, tracing the dips and grooves of his navel. You brush lightly over multiple thick, angry lines of raised scar tissue and Jason makes a small, desperate noise in the back of his throat—the healed skin horribly sensitive—and you can’t ignore the way you ache between your legs.

There’s the slightest brush of his happy trail against the pad of your pointer finger and you follow it down until you meet the elastic of his sweatpants. Tucking your finger just underneath the waistband Jason’s abdomen flexes and he quickly clears his throat, making you look up.

His cheeks are flushed.

You realise a little too late that he’s not wearing anything underneath his sweats.

“Can I put my arms down now?”

“Only if you make me waffles.” You reply, removing your palm from his tummy. “And let me use your shower. And also maybe take a little nap with me.”

Jason sniggers, amused. “Anything else?”

Your eyes slant to his mouth.

You think of the nights spent having his head in your lap. Fighting over who gets the last bite of food. Playing hide and seek in the middle of the supermarket because it makes him laugh. You think of the silly way you send each other stupid selfies. The way he plays pranks on you when he’s bored.

You think of how when he’s hurt and bleeding out somewhere in Gotham he calls you, says your name in that quiet, revenant way he does when he’s scared; almost like calling your name will save him.

It would be so easy.

“Uhh–no, that’s it.” You manage to get out, voice thick, distracted. “But I'll let you know if I think of anything else.”

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[justanamesstuff]

Chapter 1

Seasons

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: Hiii guys, I'm so nervous for this BUT very excited too!! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: swearing a bit?, typos maybe.

Word count: 3 K

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Every season has its colours, has its smells, has its traditions. Like every season, this love has its particularities…

Around November of 2020, England

“Matty- Oh my god!!“ 

The constant banging on her wall and the high-pitched moaning at the other side woke Y/n up. Quickly, she took her pillow and placed it on top of her face, trying to muffle the horrible sounds reaching her ears. ‘God, is she having a good time? Or he’s killing her?’, the thought crossed the girl's mind. 

Most of the time they weren’t that loud, but during that morning they just seemed to not care.

It was useless, the sounds were getting louder and louder. Y/n couldn’t bear with it any more and knowing that even if they –luckily– stopped she wouldn’t come back to sleep. So, Y/n decided to go downstairs. Maybe one of the guys was making breakfast, which would help with the awful start of her day.

Her prayers weren’t heard. The kitchen was empty and no breakfast was made. She tried to cheer up a little, because Y/n needed to survive the day. To be honest, every day and morning it was getting harder and harder.

After a quiet but long sigh, Y/n started cooking for everyone. Nothing unusual since she tried to do it most of the mornings in exchange for their generosity letting her stay at the boys' studio –which was half Matty’s house as well. Spending the quarantine rent-free with them, listening how they recorded the new album and messing around was a true blessing if she tried to focus on the bright side of everything. 

Well, they kind of forced her because they were very against Y/n spending those months alone in her flat. The boys cared about the girl as a best friend and as a sister too. They were a bunch of drama queens most of the time, but deep down Y/n was enormously grateful with/for them.

Thinking about the first months, Y/n couldn’t deny those were amazing. The entire group spent a lot of quality time, doing the stupidest challenges, doing Instagram lives for the fans, watching a lot of movies, etc. Although everything took a turn when another person joined the party. When Nadia arrived.

It wasn’t like Y/n hated her, in fact, it was the opposite which created a big dilemma for her. Matty’s girlfriend was nice and the idea of having another girl was actually  comforting during the tough times. But Y/n wasn’t so fond of the situation for other reasons.

For a period –a very long one– if you asked her, she endured with it and put on her best –fake– happy face. Y/n’s acting talents were very handy at times. Although, her true feelings were still there, underneath the surface, where no one can notice them. Specially Matty.

 Time went by and the whole thing was making her more anxious, and although the idea of leaving crippled into her mind at every minute, she couldn’t really decide. Y/n didn’t want to leave but watching Matty 24/7 attached to the other girl’s side was taking the best of her mental health.

Y/n’s mind was running fast with thoughts while she cooked, which made her subconsciously ignore the tall man coming down after he heard movement downstairs. George watched his friend move around, knowing more than anyone in the house about her sorrows. George was probably the closest to her out of the four guys. He was the only one who knew all of her secrets and kept it secured as if it was his own.

The drummer stared at her, expecting for Y/n to notice him, but he acknowledged that the girl was in another dimension. She used to do that more than she liked to admit. George could bet ‘the morning moaning festival’ taking place half an hour prior was the main reason.

Y/n finished cooking a big amount of scrambled eggs and turned searching for a plate when she saw George standing in the partially lighted corridor. “Fuck G! You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed while resting a hand on her chest.

“Sorry!” the big man shrugged his shoulders. “Didn’t mean to scare you, love.” he apologized, approaching his best friend. “Good morning.” he greeted her properly, and she huffed.

“Good morning to you.” Y/n answered sarcastically after G placed a kiss on top of her head. 

“So, you heard, huh?”

“I can’t stand it any more, G.” she let him know. “It’s just a lot.” she continued, lowering her voice scared another of the boys could hear her.

“I know, love.” the drummer said with an apologetic expression. “But the lockdown is nearly over, and y’know none of us would like you to go.” G said as he searched for mugs.

“Why not? It’s my life, my freedom!” Y/n protested, starting to get annoyed. “It’s getting worse every day…” Y/n desperately moved her hands in the air trying to prove her point.

“Believe me… I know!” George searched for her eyes, keeping eye contact when Y/n looked back at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m not in your…situation, but I’m getting a little annoyed too.” G agreed with her.

“Yes, but it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants…”

“I half agree.” G nodded. “This might be his house, but it’s the place we choose as a studio, so for the time being its our place too…yours too!” George continued rambling, filling the mugs with hot water. “So, they need to stop with the noises.”

A comfortable silence fell between them until Y/n broke it again thinking out loud.

“What the hell can I do?” 

“About what?” A third voice came from the hallway. Matty made his entrance wearing a tired expression matching his gray sweatpants and plain shirt. He approached Y/n, leaving her a kiss on her right cheek. “What can you do about what, love?” he rephrased his question. 

“I- It’s nothing — Morning” she said without looking at him, instead walking towards the table bringing a mug with her.

“There must be something. You sounded worried.” Matty insisted.

“It’s something between Y/n and I, mate.” George said in a joking way, trying to distract him. “Something between best pals, you wouldn’t understand it.” he stated, rounding Y/n with his left arm meanwhile he winked at Matty taking a sip of his morning tea.

“Fuck off!” Matty protested. They usually have a competition about the title which Y/n find equally lame and cute. She easily felt the tension leaving her shoulders, relaxing thanks to their stupid discussion, knowing that for now Matty dropped his interrogation.

“Tell him, darling!” G urged her.

“It’s too early for this fight. Shut up and sit. I’ll bring the cutlery.” Y/n said, detaching herself from George. 

“Y/n is just too nice to tell ya, mate. She loves me more.” the singer continued joking, obviously unaware of the real implication of his words.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty.” George answered, sitting at his usual spot at the table.

“Who was the beautiful soul that made breakfast?” Ross entered the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and inhaling dramatically.

“You know the answer.” John teased as he appeared from behind Ross. “You know you don’t have to, Y/n.” the musician approached her and helped with the forks and knives.

“Yes, for the hundred times…I know, John.” she looked at him. “But we all know that I would feel guilty since you all never let me pay for anything.”

“Because you don’t have to pay us, love.” Matty said from his place at the table with his sight fixed on his phone. He and the damn nicknames.

“But- “

“No but’s, Y/n. We’re happy to have you here!” Ross said as they all sat around the table.

They were serving breakfast when the conversation took another direction -something about the coronavirus and all of that. At the same time, the last resident of the house made her entrance.

Y/n sometimes envied her. Matty’s girlfriend always looked immaculate to a point that you could never think she just woke up. Y/n knew comparisons were wrong, but it was hard to avoid them. The girl felt awful: her hair was all tangled in a messy bun on the top of her head; only wearing an old t-shirt -from a not so famous band--and a pair of pyjamas short; and she was not wearing any makeup meanwhile she stuffed her breakfast on her face.

Nadia was all classy and perfect, the opposite of Y/n. Maybe that’s why he chose her and not his best friend. Y/n knew thinking like that was also wrong, yet again she couldn’t help it.

Y/n witnessed how Nadia greeted everyone and sat beside Matty, flashing him a cute smile he returned. They were in love, and it was obvious to everyone. Y/n was so happy for her best friend to find someone who loved him, although for many years she hoped that person would be her. For years, Y/n hoped Matty noticed her more than a mate.

When they first met, Y/n thought she felt a connection different from with anyone else in her life, although that changed quickly. Matty proved to her time and time again he didn’t want a relationship with her or nothing similar no matter how flirty he was during that first night. And Y/n forced herself her mind and heart to believe it.

Y/n was very unaware that, at the time she met the boys, Matty felt the same way she felt, but the old Matty didn’t want to lose the new friend he encountered. As another way to self sabotage himself, the young Matty did almost the impossible to show Y/n they were friends and just friends. A decision he took while being drunk became a life rule.

Since that moment, since that night, their relationship was kind of determinate. They were friends, the best friends. Not that night, but after a while, Y/n became part of the family and even Matty’s family –both sides– loved her as another member of their family. Y/n felt safe and loved, something she cherished so much since she hadn’t had that kind of love back home. Her family wasn’t like them, the opposite in fact.

For the longest time, Y/n tried to ditch her feeling for Matty. Every time a new girl showed up, tugged under his arm, Y/n decided it was the time to stop getting hurt and move on. Even though, her heart couldn’t do it. It hurt her. And with Nadia was the hardest since all of them could notice it was different, more mature…more serious. Nadia was more than a random girl for Matty and everyone was sure of that.

“Penny for your thoughts.” Matty interrupted Y/n’s inner monologue, staring at her, while his right arm was around Nadia.

“What?” Y/n answered, coming down to earth, with a question. 

“You were gone.” everyone was strangely in silence while they looked at each other.

“I was just thinking about the government lifting the restrictions. Meaning, now I can go home.” she half lied, while messing with the leftovers of her breakfast. Y/n did chat about it with G that morning anyway, and it was a reality Y/n needed to get away from the lovers for a time.

“I told her, none of us want that.” George interrupted their conversation.

“Of course not.” Jaime, who joined the breakfast table, said to her.

“I know, guys. But it’s been almost four months and I- This is not my- “

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Matty warned her, and she looked him directly in the eyes.

“It’s the truth, Matty.” she said, dropping her fork on the plate.

“It’s not, this is your house too, Y/n/n.” Ross, sweet Ross, reminded her. “At the same time, if you want to go back to your flat, I understand. We’ll miss your meals.” his comment made everyone chucked, except Matty who was studying every one of her movements. 

A weak smile was plastered on her face while she stared down towards her plate unable to make eye contact with Matty. “Don’t get me wrong. I love being here with you guys, but I need my space.”

“If this is about some couple…” Jaime looked at Matty and Nadia “Waking up the whole house.” he finished the sentenced winking like a cartoon.

“For fuck's sake.” Matty swore under his breath. “Is it about that?” he looked at Y/n.

“‘Course not!” she looked at him trying her hardest to hide her feelings.

“I wouldn’t blame you if that’s the reason. I’m sleeping on the other side of the house and I can listen to them. You’re right beside Matty’s room!” John emphatically said.

Before Matty could say a word, Y/n exclaimed, “It’s not about that, okay?” she simply lied. 

Y/n could sense George staring at her. “It’s what I said, I need my space, and it’s not like I’m going to disappear.” another white lie. Y/n was planning to do exactly that for a while until her wounds healed again. “You’ll still have to bear with me.” she finished her little speech.

“We can simply send the couple to your flat, and you can stay here in peace” Ross joked this time. All of them except for Matty laughed again.

“Stop with that, he will get angry.” Y/n defended Matty.

“I know it’s not my house either,” Nadia started saying. “If I can say something, I would like you to stay, Y/n.” she continued rather shyly. “It’s nice to have a girl around.” Of course, she was so nice. “I promised we’ll keep it down.” she looked quickly at Matty for reassurance and then again at her.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry you’ll have to survive with these boys, but I really need to go.” Y/n explained. “Another reason is the fact that I have to prepare to get back to work soon.”

“So, when did you start thinking about leaving? Since you apparently have a lot of reasons to leave.” Matty said with a strange expression on his face.

“Matty-”

“Are you that eager to leave?” ‘He was pissed?’, Y/n thought. 

“Matty- “she protested, not knowing what else to say.  

“No, it’s okay. I get it! You want to leave, it’s okay.” he stood up from his seat gathering the plates to wash them.

“Matty!” Y/n said again.

“It’s fine, Y/n!” he said more sternly, obviously not fine with the situation. 

The rest of the group –included Nadia–, took that as a cue to leave the friends so they could talk. They made stupid excuses, leaving Matty and Y/n alone in the kitchen.

Matty went to the sink, beginning to wash the dishes. After letting a big breath out, Y/n stood up approaching where he was standing.

“Why are you so angry?” she asked him, folding her arms, standing beside Matty looking at his profile. Matty was stroking the plates with more force than needed for the task in hand.

“I’m not. I said that I got it, and it’s fine.” he answered.

“You’re obviously not fine, Matthew.”

“Do you want to know how am I? Perfect.” he stated, turning the water off and drying his hand with a cloth while he turned to look at her. “I really don’t get it why you want to leave so suddenly.”

“It’s not that I want to- “another big lie. She wanted to, she needed to.

“Bullshit!”

Y/n tried to defend herself, “I’m not going to disappear…”

“Bullshit!”

“Can you stop that?” Y/n stood directly in front of Matty. 

“I know you’re going to disappear. I know you. We’re best friends and something is bothering you, I can tell. It hurts that you’re not telling me anything and I fucking bet you told George already.” She couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Is this more about that competition?” Y/n tried to distract him.

“Yes- No- Of course, not- This is about you and me.” Matty said, melting her heart a little. He was obviously troubled with the idea of Y/n leaving.

“Matty, there is nothing…mayor going on. Trust me. I need silence. You said it, you know me. I crave my space…alone.” she told him sweeter this time.

“Yes, I know. But you can find somewhere here-“

“You know that’s a lie.” ‘What a hypocrite I am’, Y/n thought. 

“I know.”

“You aren’t gonna miss me. You have the boy and Nadia- “she moved uncomfortably in her place.

“It’s not the same, you’re my best friend. I’ll miss you, darling.” Matty looked at her with his best doggy eyes.

“Don’t!” Y/n pointed a finger at him.

“What?” he played dumb.

“Don’t give me puppy eyes, it won’t work.” she smiled this time.

“Shit, are you so certain about it?” he looked down, defeated.

“Yes.” Y/n simply said.

“Okay, I understand. You can go.”

“Thanks for your permission that I didn’t ask for.” Y/n tried to joke.

“But- “ he ignored her.

“But?”

“But promise me that you are not going to disappear for too long.” he said, staring directly into her eyes.

“I promise.” Y/n said way too quickly. After a couple of seconds, she had to look elsewhere.

“Can we hug?” he said very slowly. 

Y/n chuckled, placing her arms around his shoulders, at the same time Matty placed his on her waist.

“I love you.” Matty mumbled on her left shoulder.

“I love you too, Matty.” Y/n said, feeling it from the deepest of her heart. There lied the difference. 

Maybe, she couldn’t love anyone like she loved Matty, even though she had to try for the good of their relationship. 

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[iamthespineofmybook]

Inspired by some posts I saw on @anneapocalypse's blog (I hope you don't mind my tagging you):

Myriam Sangvitrail

B A S I C S

Name: Myriam Sanvitrail

Nicknames: Myr, Captain

Age: 22 (Doesn’t know the exact number, though, only knowing that she was found with amnesia in her late teens in the aftermath of the Calamity)

Nameday: Third day of the third Umbral Moon (day she was adopted).

Race: Au Ra, Xaela

Gender: Demigirl, she/they

Orientation: Lesbian

Profession: Aside from Adventurer, she honestly loves cooking and alchemy, and could easily see herself opening a shop or restaurant somewhere once her wanderlust settles down.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Auburn with slight red highlights at the end, kept in a ponytail.

Eyes: Bright yellow with black around the irises.

Skin: Extremely pale and covered in dark blue scales

Tattoos/scars: Her main scar is one that rests under her hair, and is surmised to be from the source of her amnesia.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Adopted by Osene and Draceone Sangvitrail, birth parents unknown

Siblings: none

Grandparents: never met

In-laws and Other: none

Pets: Used to care for a street cat until it didn’t come back.

S K I L L S

Abilities: After gaining skill with a lance and then becoming a Dragoon, Myriam found that she could mold the light in her self to form a weapon, which would let them throw as many lances as they wanted. After some losses that weighed heavily upon them, they also found a skill at molding the darkness as well, learning to hone it under the tutelage of the one calling themself Frey. Wielding light and dark in equal measure, Myriam is a skilled frontline fighter, and would best be described as a “dodge tank” if such a thing were actually a thing in FFXIV.

Hobbies: In addition to learning every form of gathering and crafting so that they can make and maintain all her own gear, Myriam honestly loves dancing and music, and will take any opportunity to do a quick step dance or one of the Manderville dances she learned from Hildibrand. She takes particular pride in making food and potions for people, thanks to their memories of hunger as the Calamity-induced winter caused problems for their adopted hometown’s farms.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Generally friendly with everyone, willing to learn all sorts of new things, generous with her time, and does not stand for injustice

Most Negative Trait: Angers easily, even if she tries to hide it. Also tends to get attached to pretty girls quickly, which always results in at least a little heartbreak. She’s also a ridiculous romantic, seeing romances in places they probably don’t exist, such as secretly hoping that General Raubhan and Nanamo are together.

L I K E S

Colors: Loves dark colours, especially deep reds.

Smells: A well cooked meal will always cheer her up, but her favourite scent is actually that of the Dravanian Lily.

Textures: Even though they acknowledge that their bed while she still lived with her adopted parents wasn’t the best, they have fond memories of the slightly scratchy covers, especially when their scales would itch and fingernails couldn’t do the job.

Drinks: They never liked the taste of alcohol, but found a drink made in honour of their friend (and crush) Ysayle, the “Drink of Shiva,” particularly amazing. (Actual drink from a FFXIV-themed restaurant in Akihabara, [Passion Fruit Collagen + Chardonnay Concentrate + Water + Blue Curacao (float)])

O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Never

Drinks: Non-alcohol only, if they can help it

Drugs: Only medicinal, and generally only what she’s made herself

Mount Issuance: As she greatly admires Midgardsormr, she likes to fly around on the back of his medium-sized simulacrum, but when flight isn’t an option, they default to their chocobo Chobi or the fascinating vehicle Cid made based on an extra-planar wanderer’s main mode of transport.

Been Arrested: Aside from the debacle of the Bloody Banquet, she did nearly get arrested back when she lived with her adopted family, thanks to their draconic features as an Au Ra causing some friction.

[k00299539]

Animation Brief 01 - Week 1 - Mini Me

Above: Femto of the God Hand

The next step in our "Word Building" project was to design and create a "mini-me", essentially a kind of avatar of ourselves which will then be used as a basis for learning about lip-syncing in animation. I knew two things immediately: 1. I shouldn't make the it out of clay because it's a time-conscious medium and thus problematic for such a short project. And 2. I was definitely gonna make it out of clay anyway.

But first I had to decide how I wanted to represent myself in miniature and as you can undoubtedly see from the above image, it got weird. The important thing to understand here is that I hate self-portraits, and over the course of the last two projects I'd somehow already made 12! One clay sculpture, two 3D prints, nine ceramic casts, (and a partridge in a pear tree, etc.)

So needless to say I wanted to do something different. I guess I'd say I wanted to represent my reluctance to make a self-portrait, something that would represent me in a more abstract, less literal way. Plus I wanted something that would seem at home with the Tove Jansson inspired background art I was making for the project. The next step was gathering reference.

Above: The inspiration

I actually hadn't put too much thought into the mini-me 'til I showed up on Thursday morning. I'm showing this whole moodboard of visual reference now but while sketching out this idea all that information remained locked in my head.

The second pic of Gorillaz drummer Russel Hobbs, wearing a rain-poncho with a witch-like hood is forever burned into my head for some reason, I just love designs like that. Thus that pic was my mental jumping off point. I also just like Russel's character in general and his particular trait of hiding his face.

It was after sketching it out and trying to figure out how a hood like that might work in 3D that I turned my attention toward Raven from the 2003 Teen Titans series, another character I'm fond of for similar reasons. Glen Murakami's character sheets include a full turnaround and the show itself has plenty of reference for the hood at odd angles. I also love the way her face is cast in constant shadow.

The last bit of reference is the Tove Jansson inspiration. I love how she drew Snufkin as such a disheveled little weirdo. I guess at this stage it's obvious I relate to introverted characters. What I took in particular from Snufkin was Jansson's ability to capture so much character and personality using simple shape design. You really get the sense there is a soul behind those eyes.

Above: The design

Yeah... I really didn't experiment much with the design at all. If I'm being generous I could say I knew what I wanted, but really I just knew I was on a timer. You can see a couple of alternate ideas I had in the third sketch, but the whole witches hood plus obscured face combo was important to me.

Actually I started to get a little worried around this point. First that an all black face might look like, well, blackface. And second, that if left white, the pointed hood might have a KKK connotation. Sometimes with art, intention matters less than reception. A lot of online racists hide behind the idea of "plausible deniability", with work that acts as a dog whistle for those with similar ugly beliefs. I really don't want anyone to think there's a bigoted undertone to anything I make.

Thankfully that problems lies mostly in how I choose to colour the piece, so I can cross that bridge when I come to it. Honestly had it crossed my mind earlier I might have gone back to the drawing board entirely, but we're here now and I can only make the best of what I have.

I don't know, even having written all that, I'm still conflicted over it.

Above: I should've taken more progress pics...

I was basically just stalling on the design part, I knew the gist of what wanted but I didn't have particularly good plans on turning that design in a clay sculpture. I actually started to contemplate just going home that Thursday to put a model sheet together and then come in again Friday.

Obviously this was a bad idea for a lot of reasons and eventually Gemma convinced me to leave aside the planning and just start working with clay. Probably the best advice I could've gotten.

I rolled out a couple of slabs and after leaving them to firm up a bit, I used a template to roll one into a cylinder. This would serve as my base. Gemma helped me out a bit here too, suggesting how I create the shoulders by attaching a slab as support and draping another over it. After that it was mostly just scoring and slipping, creating the silhouette bit by bit with slabs. I wanted to have it mostly done as I knew it'd need to be fired on Friday. And on Friday the kiln is loaded at 12:30.

Above: 12:30 on a Friday

Anyway, I got it done as much as I could before leaving it down to be fired. I would probably have spent more time on it had I not been under pressure, but being honest I'm the kind of artist who spends 90% of their time trying to make things 1% better. I doubt it'd have made much of a difference.

What probably would've made a difference was having more of a plan before I started. It was really one of those things you have to do poorly once to learn how to do right, if that makes sense. There's certain changes that occurred en-route I'm happy with, like the kid of abstract, geometric look to the whole thing. But other changes I feel could be improved upon include the overall size and shape of the hood and especially the length of the head in general. The hood is tall and top heavy when it really should be the opposite.

Overall though I'm happy with how it turned out ... as long as it doesn't explode in the kiln.

[wifediaries]

Hi there mimi! I have something of a WSIW request, there's an open day for a university I want to attend next year and I really want to wear something nice and cute! My style inspo is very eclectic bvhvjjv I love the model off duty look, the 2000s video vixens, the new bimbo aesthetic on tiktok, gyaru, 60s London mod girl, Cher horowitz, y2k/mc bling, 90s models, and I won't lie I do have something of a fondness for the coquette look, obviously that's a lot to choose from so just pick whatever would be easiest for you! I will say that I'm loving turtlenecks right now and I'm looking to study fashion and possibly law but idk yet

hiya!

of course i can, that’s super exciting! i think i have some ideas for you.

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so given the description you supplied, a look immediately jumped to mind. at the mention of you love for turtlenecks, and incorporating a 60s chic with 90s model, and model off duty with a girly and elegant flair — try something like this.

instantly — it’s timeless, simple and classy whilst remaining girly and academic leaning. as you can see for each outfit i have given you choices for shoes depending on how dressed up you feel comfortable with. the gogo boots would really nail the 60s aesthetic down, and whilst the outfit is something simple you’d see on a 90s model, it’s a staple that transcends through many eras of fashion. to pair with little baby pink flats would push more of a coquette look which you’ve made it clear you’re impartial to. this outfit can be adapted with tights or high socks (with certain shoes) if you’re going on a colder day! this is my number one recommendation for you, however i will leave you some other options to pick from if this isn’t your cup of tea.

adapting a cher horowitz style look can be super easy and is sure to look girly and academic! if you’re looking to mix your styles this is perfect, as a sweatervest over a blouse has been popular for decades— but is especially noteable on cher on a few occasions throughout the clueless movie. pink tartan is a must in any 90s/00s loving girly girl wardrobe. if you really want to be like cher, a pair of white mary janes will add a dainty and feminine, bordering on coquette look to any outfit, but if you’re doing lots of walking and you’re not accustomed to wearing something lifted, white brogues or pink converse will do you perfectly!

if you’re not looking to show a more academic side and want to indulge in your personal style instead, the modern bimbo-core look is super adaptable and easy to achieve. this is personally how i dress, and i find it to be fun, flirty and attracts positive attention and treatment wherever i go. the colour combination i see the most in this field is white and pink, but if you’re more of a black and pink type of girl— that’s totally interchangeable. this type of style often is seen paired with some kind of platform shoe, but it’s not a must! this also looks cute with a sneaker or girly flat. my top tip for this is adding any kind of sanrio merchandise to your accessories! whether it be a hello kitty hanging off your necklace, a plushie key ring attached to your bag, or if you have any hello kitty printed item that’s even better.

finally, to make sure all options are covered— to sate your request for a classic y2k / video vixen type of look, i have one word for you: camo! when done tastefully, camouflage can give you that perfect music video girl from the 2000s look! paired with low waisted jeans and gold jewellery you’re sure to reserve your spot as the university it girl. to ensure you’re giving vixen and not fashion faux pas, ensure the camo placement is that of a tube top, or a mini skirt with a white tank top. this way it’s clear you’re meant to be giving y2k, and not army soldier. a baggy camo t-shirt will NOT do!

i wish you the best luck with your university endeavours! i’m sure you will look beautiful regardless of what you wear!

Mimi 💗

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fetus 5sos (2) Masterlist

part one

a chalk outline on a playground blacktop (ao3) - whiskeytantrums michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Michael's always had a habit of making Luke cry.

All Summer In A Day (ao3) - shipsnshit (orphan_account) michael/luke G, 3k

Summary: All day yesterday they had read in class about the sun. About how like a lemon it was, and how hot. And they had written small stories or essays or poems about it: I think the sun is a flower, that blooms for just two hours. That was Luke's poem, read in a quiet voice in the still classroom while the rain was falling outside. Little did he know, there was one boy who had been intrigued by it. His name being Michael.

cold thighs (ao3) - angstymuke michael/luke N/R, 599

Summary: mikey has cold thighs, luke just can't have that.

Drunk Confessions = Sober Thoughts (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum T, 1k

Summary: “Mike, what if your parents find out?” Calum whined, shutting the door of the tree-house. “Doesn’t your dad keep a lock on the beer fridge?” Michael grabbed a few of the drinks, handing them to Calum and Luke and keeping one for himself. “There’s no need to lock it, no one except my dad drinks this shit anyway.” Michael explained, turning to the small CD player behind him and putting on a CD, settling down on a beanbag.

Or the one where Michael, Calum and Luke get drunk inside Michael’s childhood treehouse and one thing leads to another, Luke passes out and a drunk make out session ensues.

Five Minutes (ao3) - aspoonfulofyoongi michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: another first kiss muke fic WOW nice! This is actually my first kiss story revamped a little for muke, so I hope you enjoy!

'I know looks can kill, because I'm dying for yours' (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael michael/luke, calum/ashton G, 19k (WIP)

Summary: The story of how with the change of the pigment of Michael's hair, comes a change in Luke's attitude towards him. The mere colour of it isn't what causes the change in emotions, it just easier to think about how much has actually changed, when you compare it to something as trivial as the colour of his hair. It all starts when they are merely innocent five year olds, but by the time they are eighteen, many things -including hair dye preferences- have changed.

or luke finds his feelings towards michael changing as often as the colour of michaels hair does.

Mamihlapinatapei (ao3) - merlypops michael/calum T, 2k

Summary: 'Michael remembers sitting in the cafeteria at school and gazing at Calum with such fondness and feeling a jolt of shock when Calum returned the look just as warmly, and Michael remembers wondering vaguely when they stopped being brothers and started being something else instead.'

Michael falls in love with his best friend and it feels like being torn apart.

Prove It (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke M, 8k

Summary: "A stretch of silence follows and Luke can feel his cheeks begin to heat up again. Because…Michael is telling him he can stay. And hang out. With him. Luke was leaving and Michael stopped him. His heart speeds up again and a smile starts tugging at his lips.

God, he really better not fuck this up."

Michael's day to himself gets interrupted when a very nervous Luke Hemmings shows up on his doorstep, acoustic guitar and bright blue eyes awaiting him.

stay quiet (ao3) - babyboylukey michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: "what...what are you doing michael?"

after finally getting his pants off he says, "gonna put that annoying mouth of yours to good use."

that's when luke goes quiet. honestly he just can't refuse. he may or may not have dreams about things like this. with michael too.

You're Pretty (Cute) (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 541

Summary: He was too shy to even go over to him, no matter how bad he wanted to.

Basically Michael really likes Luke and how pretty he is but is too shy to say anything, and Luke likes his shyness

[kookicat]

Pillow Forts Are For Sleeping

"What the fuck are do you doing?" Eliot asks, as Quinn adds yet another pillow to the already-full bed. The double is almost hidden under them, and a quick scan tells Eliot there's at least six, all huge and puffy in the way only luxury hotel pillows are. There's an honest to God bolster on the bed which Eliot would swear on Parker's life wasn't in the room when they came in. 

The room is a long vaguely L shape, with the bathroom around the corner and a tiny kitchenette tucked away next to it, leaving the main space for the two beds and a plush couch the colour of a fading bruise. 

Quinn is already dressed in loose cotton pyjamas. They're dark royal blue, with a subtle pinstripe, long sleeves folded nearly back to just below his elbows. Coupled with the slight but unmissable sheen to the fabric, they scream expensive. His feet are bare, curls falling untidily around his face. 

"Getting ready for bed," Quinn says, innocently, in a way that makes Eliot want to throw his single pillow at the other man. He refrains, because he really does need it to get the best night's sleep and he's worried that throwing it will just add it to the pile that's already heading towards critical mass. Visions of exploded pillowcases and duck feathers and stuffing floating through the air race through his mind, and he rubs his eyes at the thought. He's not even sure where or how Quinn got the pillows, would suspect Parker, only she's been with Hardison all day, placing cameras for the big payoff that's coming. I only went down to the van, he thinks, and there's part of him that's reluctantly impressed with Quinn's stash. 

"Quinn," Eliot says, and squeezes the bridge of his nose, trying for patience. "I've seen you sleep in a puddle. I've seen you sleep under a table on a concrete floor. Hell, I've seen you sleep standing up-" 

"That was For The Job," Quinn says and Eliot can hear the capitals on the words. "This is Not For The Job. And it's cold outside." He pouts, shuddering. 

"It's not cold," Eliot says, exasperation and fond irritation bubbling under his ribs. "We're in fricking New Orleans, Quinn." Eliot glances out of the window. The street below them is quiet, light shading from dusk towards night proper, but he can see four or five people. Every single one of them is in a t-shirt and before Eliot can even dig into that, Quinn digs into the pile next to the bed and pulls out a blanket. The logo on it is distinctly not for their hotel. 

"Quinn…" Eliot starts, with a sigh. "Where did you even get all of this stuff? I was only gone for a couple minutes." 

"I have my ways," Quinn says, with a smug smile that makes Eliot want to throttle him. The blonde glances at Eliot's bed, still neatly made, down to a single pillow. The others are somewhere in the pile on Quinn's bed. He shudders and shakes the blanket out. "Buddy, if you wanna sleep like a monk then be my guest, but I need to be comfortable." 

"Like a monk?" Eliot splutters, and rubs at the headache rapidly developing above his right eye. "I knew letting you and Parker watch that damn weird detective show was a bad idea." He sighs, shakes his head, and sits on his own bed, because despite himself, he's curious to see exactly what the monstrosity Quinn is building will end up like. 

Quinn adds another blanket. The floral pattern on it is familiar, and Eliot rubs his hand over his mouth to hide his reluctant amusement. "Does Sophie know that you've got that?" he asks, because he's pretty sure it's the blanket she insists she needs for any journey over an hour. Brits, he thinks. They think anything longer than an hour is a long journey. 

"Yes," Quinn says, too quickly, and scowls when Eliot's eyebrows hike up. "If you don't want to wake up bald tomorrow, you better not tell her," he adds, pouting, just a little, and it takes all of Eliot's self control not to snort at that. 

"Just give it back to her, please, before we drive home. Listening to one of you whine is bad enough without Sophie joining in because you've nabbed her favourite blanket." 

"I don't whine," Quinn says, with a frown, like Eliot has insulted his personal dignity. He tugs at the blanket in irritation. 

Eliot just stares at the other hitter, then shakes his head before he bends to slip his boots off. They go neatly next to the bed, where he can find them in a hurry. "You want the bathroom first?" he asks, and gets a distracted grunt and head shake back. "Well, have fun," Eliot says, and grabs the ratty shorts and t-shirt he likes to sleep in. His toiletries are already in the bathroom and he steps into the shower with a quiet hum of relief, letting it wash the day off him before he gets to scrubbing. 

Nine minutes later, after a longer shower than he'd normally allow himself, he towels dry and slips into his PJs, gathering his dirty clothes through long habit and stashing them in a laundry bag next to his duffle.

There's fancy tea in the kitchen nook and he fills the Keurig with water and sets a pod brewing. It's a habit he's picked up from Sophie and he'd roll his eyes at that, only he's come to cherish the few minutes of peace and quiet it gives him. 

"Quinn, you want a coffee?" he calls, because the other man swears that it helps him to sleep and Eliot has seen it in action enough times that he's stopped questioning it. 

There's no answer, and Eliot abandons his cup, heading to the bedroom area. Quiet, peaceful snores assume him that all is well, but what stops him in his tracks is the monstrosity Quinn has created. And is happily sleeping in, apparently, Eliot thinks, and rubs his eyes, in case that will help. 

It doesn't. The bulging mound stays exactly the same and despite himself, Eliot is quietly impressed. 

"You built a fricking pillow fort," he murmurs, and shakes his head. 

There are two rows of pillows stacked high, supporting the blankets. Eliot isn't sure exactly how the entire thing hasn't collapsed and smothered the other hitter, and he doesn't want to get too close, just in case, but he ducks enough to peek under the blankets. 

Quinn is curled like a cat, arms and legs wrapped firmly around the bolster, a single pillow wedged under his head. He's sleeping on top of the comforter, and Eliot snorts. I said it wasn't cold, he thinks. His eyes are drawn to Quinn's face, relaxed and peaceful in the dim light. It makes something warm pinch in his chest, fierce protective fondness and exasperation rising in equal measures. It's the same thing he feels towards the rest of the team, and it should surprise him that the other hitter has eased so quickly onto his list of Very Important People, but it doesn't, not when the other man has been spending so much time around the team. 

Quinn shifts, and Eliot steps backwards, out of his sight, because he sure as shit doesn't want to be caught staring at the other man. 

It's been a long day, and he's weary, body tired but brain still spinning away, so he collects his tea - Lemon Zinger, made from real lemon, lemongrass and hibiscus, or so the box says, and pulls a battered novel out of his duffle. He's reading Lady Audley's Secret, something he'd picked up months before to prepare for a job they'd never had to work in the end, but it's perfect for before bed, and if he's honest, part of him really wants to find out how things work out. 

He settles himself comfortably on the bed, single pillow behind his back, and flips to the marked page. The pillow shifts, and he tugs at it in irritation, pulling it back up so his shoulders aren't resting against the wooden headboard. It's not the most comfortable position, and he glances at the other bed, wondering if he can take another pillow without risking a structural collapse and more whining from Quinn. 

One can't hurt, surely, he thinks and stands, crossing to the other bed, eyeing the structure for the best candidate. None seem like a good choice and he gives it up as a bad job, retreating to his own bed and fluffing his pillow. It seems hardly adequate and he can't stop the huff of annoyance as he looks back at the other bed. 

"Next time, I get the fucking pillow fort," he mutters, and picks up his book again. 

"Told you," Quinn says, sleepy but smug. "Pillow forts are excellent for sleeping." 

[courtofmatchups]

Heya, I believe you may actually know me from Instagram as I think we are mutuals :)

Anyways, I wanted to see if you were okay with giving me a matchup !!

So my name is Lilith, I’m bi but for this I’d rather be matched with one of the boys, and I use she/her pronouns (but I don’t overly mind they/them pronouns either.) I’m a little shy and touch starved, I can be easily frightened by sharp and harsh behaviour, and I’m relatively fragile and sensitive to small things too. I don’t like loud or sudden noises or movements, as I can be frightened by those as well. I’m quite an introvert and stay away from the crowd, and find a lot of peace in my own company. If I get close to someone I can be clingy or over protective, but I keep that to myself because I find it an annoying trait of mine.

I’m creative and enjoy things like art, I ride horses and love being around them too, and I absolutely adore cats. I have three cats myself and a dog, but I’m not that fond of my dog because he’s a little too loud for me sometimes.

I’m polite to everyone I talk to, but I’m not that talkative in the first stages because I won’t be comfortable yet. I won’t ever be rude to anyone unless I can get extremely angry, but I don’t do much more than snap back a little. Keep in mind this is an extremely rare occurrence, I don’t really feel angry like that. When I’m comfortable talking to someone, I talk a lot and can tend to ramble. However I lose confidence quickly if they don’t seem interested, and I will go quiet again. I’m pretty much a perfectionist and always want to do my best, or how things should be in my head. I can get upset if they don’t turn out how I thought they would. To add onto that I also find I’m a people pleaser, and want others’ approval.

I’m a pretty boring girl, I don’t hang around with people and go out all the time like most others my age do, I’m happy to stay home and listen to music or draw. I’m a fan of the whole dark academia or Victorian/gothic/vampire aesthetic, this I based my ocs on.

I don’t tend to look positively on things because they often do go wrong in my case, which gives me a pessimistic view on most things. However whenever my friends are upset and need comfort, I always come up with a optimistic result for them.

As for fashion, I like things like cargo pants with oversized T shirts. I wear a lot of jewellery such as rings and necklaces, or maybe bracelets too. I also like nature-like colours for example green, brown or maybe black too. Occasionally also some greys and whites. I also do like certain types of Lolita fashion, but I don’t think I’d actually wear anything like that in real life.

I have quite a sarcastic sense of humour, and I tend to communicate a lot through dry sarcasm. But only really if I’m comfortable enough to do so. I also really like wearing perfume, and it’s refreshing to think I smell nice. I don’t want to leave the house without putting on some sort of perfume.

I have a determination to dye my hair a dark/deep red later in the summer, and I feel as though that would suit me.

So to conclude, some things I like are: cats, horses, any kind of calming animal to be around, art and drawing, history, salty things, hot chocolate and chocolate milk, baking, writing, music, snow, rain, thunderstorms, cold weather, Viennese whirls, tea, anything nostalgic, stuffed animals, calm people

Dislikes: loud or jumpy dogs, coffee, mint, anything spicy or too sweet or sour (can’t stand the taste), mornings, hot weather, spiders and bugs, uncertainty, most people, especially boisterous ones, disapproval from others

I believe that’s some basic stuff about me, and I hope this helps you find someone ^^

It seems to me that you have captured the heart of...

The Loyal Maladroit:

Tino Maes

(A/N: when I say this has been sitting in my inbox forever 💀)

Hear me out: Tino would be the most understanding of you since he's pretty experienced with highly sensitive people (*couch*Lynt*cough*). He quite understands your dislike of loud noises and sudden movements (he's seen how stress-inducing that shit is firsthand fuck you Daan), so he tries to keep those to a minimum. If he does let that slip when he panics, he will apologize to you afterward when he calms down.

You weren't that talkative the first time the two of you met, but as time passed, you noticed he went out of his way to help you in any way he could. You were often alone, so he would strike up a conversation, and if those mad fangirls were ever harassing you (let's be honest, those mfs won't leave anyone be), he would de-escalate the situation for you. At first, it came from the base-level kindness in his heart, but as he came to know you more, he couldn't help but be curious about you. At least subconsciously, someone who makes themselves smaller has quite a lot more to their personality than they let on. In turn, you were becoming more attached to him too. Understandable since he genuinely seemed interested in you. And he is. He appreciates you for your personality and interests

As for your hobbies, he would be very fascinated by them. I headcanon that the members of the House of Maes should have some iota of an interest in art, but even without that, he would be interested in the art you make. I highly doubt he would tire of hearing you ramble about the things that interest you

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"Lilith, are you here?" Tino calls from outside your chamber

"Yeah, come in," you reply

Tino came in with two mugs of hot chocolate looking quite worried. He told you about the magical thunderstorm that would come in about half an hour. He was a bit surprised to know you actually enjoy them, despite your aversion to loud noises. He supposes there is just something calming about relaxing in someplace cozy as a thunderstorm went on outside. He sat down next to you, putting the mugs of hot chocolate on the nightstand.

"Pardon me if I'm being intrusive, but you seem a little bit down today. Would you like to talk about it?" You told him that this week hasn't been all that good. You've been drained as hell, but you still had to go on with your work for the week. Almost everything you did for either your friends or for schoolwork wasn't up to your normal standard. And just today you nearly failed a potion, and Toa seemed disappointed. Logically, you knew that Toa understands that this rarely happens, but still, that incident stung.

Huh. So this is how you feel whenever Tino worries that he's disappointed someone. You've been there for him whenever he felt down and he was there for you, and now will be no different.

"Thank you for telling me, Lilith," he said. "You must know that I commend you for all the hard work you do. I suppose coming here with the mugs of hot chocolate was a good idea."

You smiled as you took a mug and snuggled with him. He would stay there holding you as long as you like

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[lulupen2023]

My very first BellDom fic 8/23

If someone is reading I'm happy, if they leave a sign, any sign, well, I'm happier ;)

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: Matt has got a theory..

Chapter VIII : A Matter of Reverse Psychology

The morning after Chris doesn't exactly seem to be Mr Good Mood. It's not due to the fact that they had to get up tremendously early, in order to catch the flight to Cleveland. He is not bothered by getting up early, besides he's happy to have the chance to go sightseeing in the town, as much as it is possible to have a good sightseeing in just a couple of days.

He is not bothered by taking the umpteenth plane; he's more than accustomed to that. Just like Matt, Dom and even Tom when he's with them, Chris isn't scared by flying at all. Quite the contrary, with time he learned how to turn the plane in a kind of further bed and that solves the problem of getting up too early.

He even totally agrees with the changes of their playlist, since he's the one who suggested most of those changes. He's not even melancholic or sad due to the fact that he's far away from home, because he finds helpful the very long phone calls between him and his wife and sometimes, with his kids too, at least the kids old enough to speak. He knows that it's nothing like being with them physically, but at least it's a contact. Besides, he has set up things very wisely, not to lose any of the important events in his family, such as birthdays, anniversaries and stuff like that.

What is really pissing him off is to walk through the airport with his two friends, who are arranged in such an absurd way that he's ashamed to be seen with them and he's even more ashamed to declare that they are his best friends. Not in that moment, at least.

Dom decided to wear his very showy bright pink jeans, matched to a bright pink T-shirt as well, which can be seen from his half open black coat. After all, his outfit has a very specific goal: to match the famous trolley that Matt allowed him to borrow, honouring his given word.

Well, Dominic really seems some kind of living pink, sugared almond, that's why Matthew is devouring him... with his eyes.

But Chris doesn't even seem to notice that, since he's to busy wondering how the hell the blond manages to be so full of energy even at such a cruel time of the morning... if it already can be call morning, that's it.

As a matter of fact, Dom keeps running from one side to the other of the airport, stopping just to stare at a mirror, a shop-window or any kind of surface that manages to even barely reflect him, with a huge grin plastered on his face, as enthused as a kid that after much insistence gets the toy he has dreamed about and he does nothing but play with it.

Indeed, if on the one hand he's busy admiring him, on the other hand our poor Matthew is very anxious about his 'toy', especially every time that the blond tosses it around with total carelessness.

< Oh no, if he carries it on this way it will end up losing a wheel! And should I be supposed to spend the next four journeys in such an apprehensive state? No way! > Matt ponders, but just like Chris, right now he doesn't have enough power to react or warn him about being more careful.

Matt's outfit is quite acceptable; although he managed to discover God only knows where a T-shirt that gathers all together at least five different layouts and something like one thousand and two hundred forty-five colours. And he also displays it with pride and fierceness through his half open coat. Besides, if his very normal blue-jeans miss the goal miserably, it's the famous golden hat he's wearing that makes him scarily eccentric.

"Oh my god, Dom! So you weren't kidding at all when you told me you had found the clone of that horrible thing!" Chris exclaims, looking at the blond in a blaming way, taking advantage of the fact that he has finally stopped.

"Yes, it's great! Now that I've got it again nothing and nobody will ever take this marvellous hat away from me!" Matt perjures, setting it better on his head.

< Don't be so sure about that. I've already managed once to get rid of that silly thing and make you believe that you had simply lost it, so I can do that twice! > Chris evilly plots in his head and then he turns to him again.

"I understand that it's still quite dark, but the airport has a lot of sidelights, landing lights, hazard lights and stuff like that, so there was no need to put that street lamp on your head!" he makes fun of him. "Ah-ah, witty boy. Truth is that you're just envious..." the fierce owner of that absurd thing strikes back. "Envious of what? Haven't you realized yet that you look like a rabbi in a damn glamour version? It's not remotely chic, it's not trendy, it's not a vintage accessory. It's totally trash, thumbs-down!" Chris makes him notice.

"What the hell are you talking about? Confess, you stole Kelly's fashion magazines again, don't you dare deny it!" Dom makes fun of him, but the fact that Chris has a guilty look makes the others understand that the blond is right. And the most worrying thing is that he doesn't do that to look at the pin-ups, no. He really cares about the magazine articles!

"Anyway, my dear manqué stylist, I couldn't care less of what you think about my outfit. I don't follow fashion, I'm a trendsetter!" Matt declares proudly. "Lucky for us, no one follows your fashion!" Chris strikes back pungently. "Words from Mr. Grey! You seem almost allergic to colour!" Matt strikes back as sharp as well.

"He's right, buddy. You used to be more colourful before, but now... you are way too serious!" Dom adds. "I'm just perfect the way I am. Anyway, I can't take style advices from a rabbi and a sugared almond!" Chris grumbles and the others pretend to be insulted.

"Hey, how can it be that now Dominic has got that ridiculous thing?" the bassist wonders, pointing at the pink trolley. "First, my trolley is anything but ridiculous; it's the perfect marriage between aesthetics and practicality!" the frontman points out, scowling at him. "They better divorce as soon as possible, then!" Chris mutters.

"Hey, I heard you!" Matt snaps, scowling at him even deeper. "Actually, I wanted you to hear me!" the other strikes back as Dominic listens to them silently, moving his head from one friend to the other, like he was watching a tennis match.

"Second, if he carries it this way, I don't think that Dom will keep it for long ..." the singer goes on, scowling at the drummer who backs off frightened.

"Third... Uhmm... let's say that Dom and I made a deal ..." he explains as the blond confines himself just to nod.

< That's it, I knew that! They keep doing things without me. Today is a deal, tomorrow it could be a whole concert; it's only a step forward. And maybe with a bassist who has their same too coloured style or even worse! Chris, boy, you gotta keep your eyes wide open if you don't want them to make a fool of you! > the more and more paranoid Chris figures out as they go to the check in.

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No matter how Chris has summoned himself to keep his eyes open, after half an hour since the plane took off, he already keeps them very closed, deeply asleep after he found the most comfortable position in his seat.

When he's in that state nothing can wake him up. Matthew and Dominic know that very well.

"What do you say, is he already in his irrecoverable phase?" Dom whispers to Matt. "Let's check it out" the other answers in the same way, and then he starts talking louder, with a clear pronounce.

"The bass is the most senseless instrument ever and whoever plays that is even more senseless!" he states, as they both turn to their friend who hasn't showed any slightest reaction and keeps sleeping soundly.

"Yes, he is in the irrecoverable phase!" the frontman declares, satisfied.

That confirmation is enough for Dom to get up and reach the seat next to Matt. After all the plane is flying peacefully, there are no disturbances.

Chris is in the middle but it doesn't seem to be an insurmountable obstacle to Dom. Basically, Chris doesn't seem to be insurmountable to him, since he bypasses him without scruples, not even when he accidentally kicks his knee. After all, he's pretty sure that his friend wouldn't wake up even if he walked on him!

"Here we go!" he exclaims with a grin when he gets close to Matt. "And now tell me what did you mean last night!" he exhorts him, sitting down. "Ok, let's resume: we think that Chris wants to leave the band, don't we?" the brunet asserts. "Correction: I quit thinking that. It's you who insist!" the blond clarifies. "I have got my reasons to insist. He says that we all must be united, always, because this is the only way to make our band work, otherwise it would be the end." Matthew reminds to him.

"And this is the exact moment that I gave up understanding you!" Dom rolls his eyes. "Give me a minute and I'm sure you'll resume understanding me. I was saying... considering that it seems that there are no problems at all and we've just imagined the whole thing..." "But? Because I'm sure there's a 'but'..." the blond interrupts him. "But..." Matt goes on and Dom smiles victoriously, happy for guessing right. "... Psychology teaches us that it's not so easy!" he states.

"What's the matter with psychology now?" Dom frowns. "It's a matter of reverse psychology. That's how it works: you say something in order to get the contrary effect from your interlocutors. It's used mostly with children, but it doesn't mean that it can't be very effective even with adults..." the brunet explains. "Oh, boy! I'd have never thought of that!" the other admits, stunned. "You know, after something like six years with a psychology expert like Gaia, I've also learnt something about it. You have no idea of how many times she used that on me, but now she can't trick me anymore!" Matt admits.

"I guess so. Well, if what you say it's true, then... oh my god, Chris wants to leave us for real!" the blond gets alarmed. "Yeah, but we won't allow him to do that." the other declares firmly. "How?" the blond frowns again. "It's simple. The only way to fight reverse psychology is to use reverse psychology as well! Does Chris want to leave us? Fine, we'll make him believe that we don't care, because he's not that indispensable for us" Matt explains with a smirk. "Bells, you're a genius!" the blond praises him. "Yes, I know that. Sometimes I think I was born with way too many talents!" the brunettes pretends to brag. Or maybe he doesn't pretend at all.

"I need to train a little bit to get accustomed to this reverse psychology thing. Let's see if I understand..." Dom thinks out loud, skimming Matt's left arm with his fingers and staring deep into his eyes. "Now you must not jump on me, you must not hold me into your arms and mostly you must not kiss me as if it was the last day of our lives!" he imposes to him, resolute.

Matthew has to muster all his self-control up not to obey to that subliminal command. "Please, Dom, don't tempt me..." he murmurs. "Anyway, yes, I see you've already learnt very well how to use reverse psychology!" he adds, moving prudently away from him.

"Speaking of 'last day of our lives', well, this will really be the last day of your life if you don't treat my trolley better next time!" he warns him immediately after. "After all, I can't figure out why I've already lent my trolley to you when I haven't borrowed your pants yet!" he adds, bothered. "Just because, my dear, if you want to take off my pants, you must follow my rules!" Dom explains, but when he sees the dumbstruck look in Matthew's eyes he realizes what he has said and its possible double entendre. "Uh! Wait, no! I meant just my green pants! And I meant 'take off ' just as 'to borrow'!" he hurries to clarify.

Too bad that a question is already about to pop in his interlocutor's mind. "So, do you mean that to take off all your pants there aren't any rules to follow?" Matthew winks at him, scratching lightly the rubberized baby blue drawing on Dom's pink t-shirt. "Just one rule: follow your instinct!" Dom provokes him, arranging better his golden hat with both of his hands.

"Damn! We are doing it again!" the blond figures out. "Doing what? Oh, shit, yeah, we're doing it again. I suggest to quit!" the brunette reacts and, even if not so willingly, they manage to take their hands off each-other.

"Instead, I suggest to talk about it, once for al!" the blond strikes back. "This is not the proper time..." "What? We are on a private flight, where the only witness is almost in a coma. There couldn't be a more proper moment!" Dom makes him notice. "The place is proper, ok, but not the time!" Matthew answers, unable to restrain a long yawn.

"C'mon, Dom, it's 7:15 am. I guess I've already faced enough important topics for now. So, I'd like to follow Chris' example" the brunette admits, stretching out. "Do you mean that we are not an important topic?" his interlocutor pouts. "Quite the contrary, we are the most important one. That's why now I can't face it in the proper way. We'll talk about that in hotel, I give you my word!" he guarantees.

Dominic smiles, but then he pouts again, just like a spoiled kid and what he says confirms this comparison. "But I'm getting bored! What can I do in the meantime?" he complains. "I don't know. Maybe it could be the proper time for you to plot that famous time machine you are obsessed with!" Matt jokingly advices him. "Yeah, it could be a good idea..." Dom ponders, but then he stares intently at him. "Anyways, tell me, if I really managed to plot a time machine, would you like to erase all what happened since that fateful day at your house?" he asks him seriously. "Never." Matt answers seriously as well, although he's already half asleep. "But now what I'd really like to do is sleep..." he adds, getting more comfortable on his seat.

"Wait, I got it! You don't wanna sleep at all; it's a matter of reverse psychology once again!" Dom exclaims, enlightened. "No, no bloody psychology, it's the truth. Now, please, be a good boy ..." the other slurs, with closed eyes.

Dom gets up and reaches his seat again, a little bothered. At least this time he doesn't kick the poor Chris.

< Note to myself: I must take a decision for the next flight: to take some tranquillizers, so I can follow their example or... to make them take some pep pills, so they can keep me company! >

TBC

Notes:

I hope you'll find it funny and like it,

Let me use the reverse psychology 'this ' Matt loves so much: DON'T tell me what you think about this chapter! :D

[secretsappyabode]

AHHH HOWDY TIFF✨🧡 thank you so much for your sweet words of support on my birthday art for Jayce as well as for wishing him a happy birthday - he appreciates it a lot!! (I'm so glad you like the tattoo too I'm kdjdid very fond of it :'))

I wanted to come ask, do you have a HC birthday or canon date for Stan and Ford's birthday?? How do they like to celebrate it, if at all? How do they celebrate it when they're reunited 🥺?

Clover @tex-treasures

HOWDY CLOVER YOURE VERY WELCOME!!!! its a cool tattoo i rly like it :>

THEY HAVE A CANON BDAY!!! JUNE 15TH!!! theyre geminis :'''') (sorry this gets long again woops)

before they reunited, ford never really mentioned his birthday. one day he took the both of us out on a hike, at first i thought it was for field research, but he just wanted to enjoy the scenery. he claimed it wasnt for anything special, but when time past and i got a hold of his ID, i connected the dots and asked him about it. he says he "didnt want to make a huge spectacle about it" and we just left it at that.

after they reunited, they would pick me up from the boat port and wed all go sailing for that week!! visit small townships and do some sightseeing, even go and see aurora borealis! it gives me the chance to spoil them with nice gifts and fancy items. they see smth nice in the shops, i buy it for them simple as that.

HOWEVER IN THE M/YSTERY T/RIO AU......

im stressin out trying to plan a good bday surprise for them, cuz honestly they cld sniff me out no problem. gift giving, keeping bday surprises a secret, creating something special for them that they havent already seen/done before....birthday plans are my absolute weak point.

i cant do gift giving cuz i never have any good ideas and nothing seems "good enough" to me to give as a present. i can get easily excited abt surprises and struggle to hold myself together. i can never easily gauge out what hits that sweet spot in "a birthday present that is the Ultimate Best Present They've Ever Received." i need something special, something unexpected, something personal....oh well, here goes nothing

it starts with a small note in the kitchen. no one else is in the house and the twins have this note as the only thing to go off of. its a riddle, a first clue of the next riddles whereabouts. immediately they think that ive planned a whole route for them that leads to the "birthday surprise" so they follow the trail.

one after the other, they find small notes all over town. notes that relate to our past adventures, notes that only they would understand. they talk to the townsfolk and no one has a clue on whats going on. the hiding places get trickier and trickier and they eventually lead to one final note.

"did you find the map yet?"

surprise surprise the notes they collected are actually pieces of a map that leads them to a secluded part of the forest near the lake! so they piece together the map, follow the trail thinking theyll find their present as buried treasure. they finally reach the spot and they see...

a tartan blanket spread out on the grass, a telescope pointing to the sky, their favourite snacks and drinks arranged on the blanket, pillows and chairs, a portable vinyl player, large colourful balloons weighed down and hung by strings, a large camping tent and canopy...

and me standing in the centre, my guitar in my hands.

"happy birthday boys. here's your birthday present"

and i begin to play.

[mayspeck5]

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[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.

[tommyspeakycap]

Please could you write one with Grealish where you’re a Chelsea fan so refuse to wear a Villa shirt with his name on, and for bants Mount gets you a Chelsea shirt with his name and Jack gets all pouty?

omg I love this idea!! gets very smutty at the end ;) enjoy!

Villa Boy

A love for Chelsea had been something you adapted and grew to into as a young girl. Your dad was never entirely sure how to bond with his only daughter and your mother told him just to include you in what he loved. And so came your season pass with a little lanyard that still hung proudly in your childhood room right next to a shirt mounted in a glass photo frame with Frank Lampard's signature scrawled along the eight on the back.

It was actually how you met Jack in the first place, which is the only one single reason that he has for liking your club affiliation. Otherwise, it was one of the most annoying things in his world. It was often a source of teasing and taunting, you saying your team was better than his and him swaggering home and gloating for weeks when Aston Villa take a win over Chelsea. It was the bane of his life that he couldn't get you into that claret and blue. Not even to sleep in or wear around the house, you just would not dare put it on.

"I would feel my dad's shame emanate through the walls, maybe it would kill him. And then I'd lose every morsel of self respect I have, so not a chance." You'd snort, not even giving him a window for more persuasion.

His England shirt? that was fair game. You'd wear that with pride, to the shops, round the house, walking the dog and especially at his games but there was just absolutely no chance of getting you into his Villa shirt.

Though Jack may never admit it, it was one of his biggest wants. Seeing you in his England short was nothing short revolutionary - he'd said. It only made him want to see you in the Villa shirt more. That was his childhood club, getting to captain that was one of his biggest achievements and while he knew you were absolutely proud of him. You were the most proud and encouraging person in his life and there were no ifs buts or maybes in that.

But my god he knew you'd look fit in that claret and blue.

No matter how much it annoyed him, he wouldn't get you out of the darker blue home jersey of your favourite club no matter what he did. It was something he had come to accept over the course of your relationship, it was by and large fine.

Until that jersey said someone else's name across the back.

"Awh come on!" He yelps, mouth dropped open as you emerge into the kitchen with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth and only one shoe on. Jack knows you slept in because he switched off your alarm last night in hopes you'd miss the game, but Jack dropped a bowl when he tripped over the dog and woke you up anyway.

You going to the Villa v Chelsea game in a Chelsea shirt was bad enough, but now he's just clocked something that's sent his mind firing a mile a minute.

MOUNT

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Not a fucking chance.

"Oi, you!" He calls out, throwing himself off the chair at the kitchen island, his feet fumbling over one another to get after you as quickly as possible. "What's up, Jack?" You hum innocently, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you stand in the doorway shoving on your other shoe. "Is something the matter?"

Jack gawks, opening and closing his mouth awaiting words to find his frazzled brain. "Yes!" He squeaks, a tone you'd never heard from a man before, let along your very deep voiced man. "There's no way that you're- what are you doing? Come back." He groans, his feet shuffling after you as you walk back through the house to find your car keys. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up." You note sweetly, Jack drops his jaw. "We're not going anywhere until-"

"Hi Mason, yeah I got it. Fits like glove actually. Yeah, we're just leaving now. I'll meet you in the car park."

Jack's face was literally priceless. His agape, eye's wild, brows furrowed. A pout settles itself firmly into his lips the second he sits in the car with his arms folded over his chest like a toddler. You have to physically stifle a laugh at him as you beam the entire drive to Villa Park.

"M' gonna burn that." He states. You cast him a glance out the corner of your eye as you pull into the players parking. A snigger escapes despite your very best efforts and Jack resumes his frontward glare at the dashboard with his lips in a firm line. "Gonna win this game, burn that shirt and knock Mount flat."

You know he's not being serious about Mason. He's very fond of the player when they're on the same side. But you had become very close friends with him through the mutual love for the club he plays at and Jack absolutely despised that. He wasn't the kind to be bothered by your friends even to a moderate degree and even here he trusted you, he just fucking hated the concept of another club and another mans name over your back. It ticked him right off.

You know this very well. You knew what you were getting into the second Mason handed you that dark blue shirt. It was all fun and games really. You loved the club but you only wore the Mount shirt to get under Jack's skin. You thought it might even throw off his game a little.

The second he stormed onto the pitch and scored a goal 5 minutes into the game, you figured that might not be the case.

Every opportunity, every goal, every opening and every single tackle, Jack turned to you. He turned to you with fire in those brown eyes, sending you a cheeky wink. His passion, the very serious look etched onto his features and the way he was looking at you was fuelling a very different kind of fire in you.

Jack played the whole 90 minutes and he took Mason Mount down at every single given opportunity in a careful way that just evaded him getting a yellow card. He finished hot, sweaty and with a man of the match trophy for 2 goals and one assist with a majority of the game spent with the ball at his feet.

The 3 nil win should have been a lot more disappointing that it was, but he just looked so fucking good. The sweat stuck his hair to his temples, his muscles tight and protruding through exertion as he walks off the field after shaking every hand.

You're standing just outside the tunnel with Mason and John McGinn standing with you, talking about the match mostly. John makes a joke about you wearing that top more often, seems to be a good luck charm for Villa even if it's the opposing team. Mason scoffs and says; "More like an angry boyfriend wants to murder me charm."

That's when Jack appears and John barely gets his mouth open to greet him before Jack shoulders through the two footballers. His mouth finds your immediately. Hot, passionate, fiery and filled with his dominance.

He pulls back and grabs onto your hand tightly with his back to the two midfielders. Jack twists his body round with a daggering glare.

"Nobody," Jack growls, "fucks around with girl."

His tone, deep and gravelly, only serves to dampen your panties further in a way that makes your clench your legs together.

Jack's done with pouting, the teasing can resume later. For now, he's dragging you by the hand to a darkened conference room. Hiking you up his body before setting you on the table that sits at a miraculously perfect height that places you right against his bulge.

He wastes no time whatsoever ripping down your leggings and panties, his fingers finding you immediately to swirl pressured motions around your sensitive clit. "Ahh, who's got you moaning like that baby?" He rumbles, words vibrating through your lips.

"You Jack, oh god, you!" You pant as his fingers leave you feeling empty and needy. Jack easily tugs down his shorts and pulls himself out of his boxers to line up with your entrance. His victory sex is hot always, but usually there was a dry spell after a Villa v Chelsea game, so it had never been this hot.

"And who am I?" He grunts, pushing himself into you to hear your shuddering squeak of pleasure. He lays you down over the table, hands following you under your shirt to carefully and tentatively swirl his fingers over your nipples from under your bra. "Oh god, Jack," you move your hands to the hem of the blue shirt to lift it over your head, but Jack's hands stop them before you have the chance.

"No, no, no," he chastises with a smirk, "Want to fuck you in their colours," He continues to thrust roughly into you with each heavy breath, mouth and squeak that escapes you only spurring him on. "Want to fuck you with his name on your back, baby. Remind you who you belong to."

You shudder in pleasure with the feeling of his lips attaching to your neck, letting out a shaky, heavy breath as he snakes a hand down between you to swirl those circles around your more pleasureful spot once again. He knows the intricate details of your body better than any man ever has and he always ensures he uses it to his advantage, but nothing like today. His lips on the sweet spot of your neck, hitting and stretching you perfect between your legs with masterful work of his fingers pushing you closer and closer with each second that passed.

"Fuck , I'm so close-"

"Who's making you feel so good, baby?" He pants, skin slapping and heavy breathing echoing around the room. "You, Jack. You!"

"Not a Chelsea boy eh?" He grunts, teeth nibbling down over your collarbone. "Not a Chelsea boy baby is it?" He reiterates, pairing the movements of his hand only until you snap open your eyes again, "No Jack, it's all you. not a- oh god!"

Jack breathes a chuckle into your ear with an appreciative hum to follow.

"Yeah, Villa Captain isn't it? You're screaming out for a Villa boy, ain't ya?" He coaxes, edging you further and further as he speeds up to a pace he's never quite hit you with before. The adrenaline of the match, the irritation of that blue jersey and the passion for the win colliding to give him an energy he's never yet had. Watching your eyes roll beneath him wearing that stupid blue entices him on, only makes him want to pleasure you more if even possible. "Yes! Yes, I am, oh god just don't stop."

"Go on then," he encourages, voice deep in your ear. "Come undone for the Villa Captain baby."

He didn't have to tell you twice, that was for sure. The sight of your eyes fluttering, the feeling of you clenching around him with a steam of, "Fuck yes Jack!" sends him tumbling over the edge of his orgasm right after you, a strangle cry out of your name as it wracks through him.

When he lays down beside you in the table that very surpassingly withstood the pace of your antics, you're both breathless and shining with sweat. Your legs feel like jelly as you still throb from the pleasure. Jack turns his head to you with a lazy smirk, brushing some hair off your forehead as you turn to look at him.

"Well, I certainly do love a Villa boy."

[husbandohunter]

Hello may I request albedo x shy reader where albedo and reader has feelings for each other but reader is too introverted to do anything and albedo doesn't want to tell as he thinks he scares her as reader always gets red and is stuttering when he talks to her. Klee finds out about this and makes it her mission to get albedo and reader together.

Klee gets albedo to play hide and seek with her and invites reader to play together with her. Albedo is counting down while klee and reader hides. Klee and reader hides in a location that klee always hides in so albedo would find them quickly. While they're hiding where albedo is within hearing distance, klee ask reader about whether she has feelings for albedo or not. Reader then admits to having feelings for albedo and makes klee promise not to to tell him. Albedo having heard all this comes behind reader and says why not, proceeds to bring reader to a private location and tells reader his feelings.

If this is too detailed a shy reader x albedo headcanon is enough.

I Found You [Albedo x Shy!Reader]

Synopsis: For someone as meek and reserved as you, love with Albedo was a game of hide and seek...literally!

Genres: Fluff

(A/n): Ahhh what a cute idea, don’t be afraid to be detailed at all! I love hearing people’s ideas. Buuut kinda went overboard with this one since I am in the narrative mood, hope you don’t mind >//< Word count_2.3k

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Albedo wonders if he had done something wrong?

Three weeks, four days, sixteen minutes and twenty five seconds. To this moment he had counted down every tick of the clock since the day you began avoiding him. That's how he sees it at least. You weren't always deliberately doing this on purpose, as Lisa's personal helper, there were times when you were given a chance to converse with the Chief Alchemist after dropping off the books he requested for research purposes. Albedo would ask how your day went, trying to find out if you wanted to take a short break and drink some of the tea Noelle had prepared for him. Your response was a modest one but he didn't mind, he eventually came to enjoy your tranquil prescence after a long day of work. 

But something changed. Those moments where you came in during your free time have gradually faded to nothing more than swift bows and small greets coming from the door. Every attempt he made to invite you for another tea session you left as quickly as you entered. At first he dismissed these moments, thinking that you were probably too busy with no time to stop by. Albedo was a busy person himself, though, that didn't prevent him from noticing your odd behaviour whenever he saw you in the hallway. Just as he was about to call your name, you avert your eyes and take a sharp turn until you were out of sight, leaving him perplexed and alone. The alchemist couldn't help feel neglected. Compared to everyone else, he was the only one you couldn't approach with ease. It bothered him immensely.

Did he accidentally say something to upset you? Albedo was well aware of his straightforward attitude which might have caused a negative affect on your contrasting, rather delicate personality. But he always felt that he had taken great consideration on how to approach you. Or what if it was the time when he happened to eat the last bite of Noelle's shortcakes? Remembering the afternoon you sat in his office, he recalls that there were exactly five instead of four treats left on the plate. Little by little, they began to disappear, you only ate two while he devoured three. Was this the reason why? No, that can't be it. You were the one who offered and refusing would only be impolite. Unless you felt pressured to do so when he told you that he was very fond of sweets….

Albedo heaves his shoulders and lets out a breathly sigh. He became very melancholy since then, staring out the window from the second floor when there were still unread research reports lying on his desk. His mind was so cluttered that he couldn't bring himself to focus these days. How troublesome. If only he were more adept with the ways of socializing, only then he can figure out what triggers you to be so nervous around him, why you tend to shrink when he gazes into your eyes and how is it that he feels so bitter when seeing you act the complete opposite with someone else.

"Big brother?" asked Klee. She hops off her stool before throwing the box of crayons to the side. The young girl prances her way to where Albedo stood and tugs on the hem of his coat, "Is there something wrong? Why are you sad?"

"Klee," Albedo turns his head in reponse. A pair of oversized cherry orbs looks at him with concern while the girl's bangs falls sideways to frame her petite face. He felt the white fabric crinkling within her grip as she signals him to come down. Placing one knee on the floor, Albedo gently smiled, speaking in his soft and brotherly tone, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Have you finished your drawing?"

"Mhm, almost done!" She throws her hands up and cheers, "But can you help me with the backgrounds? Klee doesn't know how to colour them."

"I don't see why not," agreed the alchemist, "Come, I'll teach you."

Just when Albedo was leading Klee back to the little space he set up for her, a knock was heard on the door. He ushers her to stay put and Klee tries to peer over his shoulder to see who the visitor was. When she recognized you standing at the frame, her smile grew wide in excitement.

It's big sister (Y/n)! Did she come here to play with us too? Oh please please please!

"(Y/n), you're here," Albedo couldn't help the apparent surprise on his face, "What brings you? Is there something I can help you with?"

"Ah sorry to bother, I-I have the documents you requested from the library!" You nervously handed him the folder.

Huh? Klee brings a finger to her chin, That's wierd...Why does she look so scared?

"Thank you (Y/n)," Albedo slips them out of your trembling grasp in the same fashion he would handle old relics on the verge of breaking. It was so long since you last visited him and he didn't want to startle you, "I appreciate you for bringing them here."

You shook your head in response, "It's nothing much…"

There it was again. You were avoiding to look at him in the eye. At this rate the next thing to occur would be you taking your leave and he didn't want that. Not when he finally gets the chance to fix his mistakes. Using his calculative mind, Albedo tries to formulate the best approach to soothe your worries. He thought of the first step, something that would make you more comfortable. Perhaps he could try smiling? Yes, that could do it. They always seem to have positive affects.

"(Y/n)."

He calls you. The sound of your name on his lips brings you out of your frenzy state and you subconciously lifted your gaze, daring to take a small peek over his countenance. 

"I'm very glad to see you again, truly."

Oh!

You froze into place. Your brain stops working and the whole world comes to a halt. It was the sight held in front of you that stole every last breath away leaving you with nothing but butterflies fluttering about. They spread their wings, voraciously swarming from the pit of your stomach, desperate to burst along with the pounding of your heart. Never in your life have you witnessed or even fathomed the idea of how Albedo would look if he smiled but here you were, mesmerized and captivated like a butterfly entranced by the flower's glow.  It blooms. So brilliantly that you couldn't stop yourself from being drawn. Eyes you fought so hard to tear away from, sparkled just for you, crinkling from the impact of his evergrowing smile. It was the feeling that made you fall for him. The same feeling that pushes you to run somewhere far far away, knowing if you flew too close, the outcome would risk everything you were trying to protect. 

"(Y/n)?" The alchemist tilts his head in confusion. He noticed the redness seeping into your features and immediately brings a glove hand to press against your forehead, "Your temperature is rising. Are you feeling sick? You should have told me earlier."

"I can't…" 

"Hm? Why not?"

"Ah I just remembered there's something I need to do!" Taking a step back you gave him a stiff bow, "Good luck in your research Sir Albedo!"

Given no chance to reply, Albedo watched you dash away before disappearing around the corners. He could only stare blankly at the empty space in front of him before dropping his arm back to his side, contemplating; where did I go wrong?

"Does that mean (Y/n) doesn't want to play with us?" Klee said dissapointedly.

"…I suppose."

"Big brother?" Upon hearing Albedo sigh, Klee finally figured out what caused him to falter these days. Perhaps not entirely being the small child she was but there were enough clues to let her know that the relationship between you and Albedo was somewhat strained. To Klee, she saw you both as the bestest friends! And it was only natural that friends play together right?

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"Eh? You want me to play hide and seek?"

The Spark knight nods heavily as she grinned up at you, "Uh huh, and with big brother!"

"Klee, don't force her if she doesn't want to, it'll be fine with just the two of us," Albedo scolded lightly and folds his arms over his chest.

She only returns him a pout, "But it's fun with more people!"

"Klee-"

"It's okay Sir Albedo, I don't mind," you chimed in at last. You were just taking a stroll near Starfell Lake after you finished organizing the bookshelves in Lisa's stead (as always, she naps while you worked away). All of a sudden, Klee waves over from the otherside and proceeds to drag you into a friendly game for little kids. You weren't sure why she seemed so desperate but…

"Yay!" While jumping side to side, the girl did a little mini dance while waving her arms in the air, "You're the best (Y/n)!"

It was hard to refuse someone as cute as Klee.

"So for the first round, big brother is going to be the one who counts to twenty while you and I go hide so he can never ever find us," Klee informs enthusiastically. 

"Alright, that shouldn't be a problem," said Albedo.

You followed suit with a giggle, "But considering it's you Albedo, I don't think twenty seconds is enough."

He quirks an eyebrow, shocked from the way you referred to him.

"Ah, I-"

"Let's go!" Klee interrupts which you were thankful for, "And no peeking!"

Turning to face the Statue of Seven, Albedo counts down monotonously while you and Klee scrambled for an ideal hiding place. This was not the first time you indulged in one of her many activities, in the past it had almost become part of your daily routine to assist the alchemist in entertaining his little sister. Even Klee was capable to be the seeker for several rounds and Albedo would lead you to a spot nearby yet discreet, just the right amount of difficulty for her to handle.

He wouldn't think of this area again, would he?"

"Six...five...four..."

Eeek! Better hide.

You hopped into the crevice formed between the mountain rocks and crouched down, huddling your knees together against your chest to blend with the shadows. You let out a soft sigh, pleased that you were able to make it in time.

"Wow big sis, I didn't know you would be here too."

The screech nearly escapes when you were startled by a pair of ruby eyes gleaming at you innocently. Klee signals you to stay quiet and you nodded, bringing down the hand that you used to cover your mouth. From a distance you spotted the chief alchemist shifting his footsteps against the grass, though he was far enough on the otherside to not notice you and Klee together in the same room. You beamed softly. He was purposely holding back.

"Pssst! Big sis?" Klee whisper-shouted, "Are you angry at big brother?"

You returned a curious glance, slightly taken aback by the outlandish statement she made, "No of course not. How could I?"

(If anything, it was the contrary).

"Then why are you always running away from him? You guys used to be really good friends, Klee misses you and big brother misses you that's why...that's why he's always sad when you're gone.

"Oh...I-I had no idea..." feelings of guilt begin to emerge when you realized what your action seemed from a different prespective. You were so caught up with being cautious that it prevented you from seeing how Albedo would react on the recieving end. Without knowing, your true colours began to reveal themselves as you could no longer stand the thought of making Klee (making him) upset, "I'm sorry, I'm just not good with words."

The little girl cocks her head to the side.

"Ever since I was little, I never found it easy to make friends. Until now when I finally became Lisa's assistance, I still can't approach other people and they tend to shy away from me since I am...difficult to hold a conversation with..."

Hugging your knees even closer, a fond expression graces your features, "But Albedo was kind to me. He was patient when I didn't know what to say. Whenever I made a mistake, he would always be there to teach me the correct steps. I have alot to thank him for."

"Huh...?"

"I think it's also on of the reason why I fell for him too. But I will never have the courage to say it. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have so I chose to keep it to myself. Though, I guess it only made things worse. So promise me that you won't say anything okay? I'll apologize to him later."

Klee did not respond. She only stares past your shoulder and you immediately spun around to see Albedo standing at the entrace with an expression equivalently shocked as yours.

"(Y/n)...."

"I...I-" you stammered. The embarassment was so unbearable to the point that tears began to form at the corner of your eyes.

"Wait, don't cry. There's no need to because-"

You thrusted your way past him before he could finish his sentence, sprinting to the distance while yelling, "I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"Wait!" The alchemist chases shortly after, "Come back!"

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You groaned at the pain throbbing against your skull as you pushed yourself upright. A fallen branch, it was. One you didn't catch before tripping over your steps and tumbling down the hill while landing harshly on the sensitive pad of your elbow. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar to your memory since you never travelled too far from Mondstadt, your vision was filled with nothing but the endless columns of trees and bushes nearby. There were no signs of anyone else within the area.

"I'm lost," you announced in a defeated tone. Something cold taps against the tip of your nose and you realized that the clouds have already gathered over your head, violently spilling the rain down to where you sat. You crawled to a dry space where the tree branches were thick enough to keep the water out. You stayed there, waiting. But waiting for what?

"I can't go back," you meekly say, "I can't see him."

The air was cold and you shiver in response. You hated how much of a coward you could be sometimes. You were always so weak, never having the strength to be courageous for once. Albedo was a beautiful man, he was smart and he was popular, he was everything you're not. There's no way that he'd return your feelings.

However...

"I found you."

Why did he come back?

"Thank goodness you're alright. Are you hurt?" Albedo lowers himself to meet your level. Up close you could see the strands sticking from the side of his golden head and the residues that marred his features. Still, he looked beautiful. Your heart soars from the intense gaze he kept on you, drawing lower until he caught the scrape at the side of your arm. Albedo pulls it forward so that he could examine them at nearer proximity, "Hmm this doesn't look so good. We should head back so I can treat your wounds immediately. Can you stand?"

You nodded. 

"Good. Here, take my hand," he offers his gloved fingers and pulls you up to your feet. You could tell that he was trying to be gentle from the way he adjusted his stance so you wouldn't wobble. Kind. He was so kind.

"Why did you come for me?" You started, "I don't understand."

Albedo frowned. There it was again, the expression he hated. The one where you wouldn't look at him in the eye.

"I just don't want to-"

He didn't even bother with what you wanted to tell him. Instead, Albedo removes his coat almost within an instead and threw it around your shoulders. He wraps you gently, making sure that the rain didn't touch your bare shoulders before bring his arms around your figure and trapping you in his embrace. You could feel his fingers raking against the strands of your hair as your vision was blocked by the star on his neck. A little voice thanked the archons for this particular position, for two reasons in fact. The first being that he wouldn't be able to see your expression, knowing you must've looked as if you ate a bowl of raw Juyeun chilis. The second reason, well, you were simply overjoyed. 

"Do you understand now?" 

Closing your eyes, you succumbed to the grasp of your beloved, "Yes, I do."

"You won't run away?"

His tone was almost a plead. You reassured him by moving your head to the crook of his neck, how foolish for you to assume all this time, "I won't, don't worry."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise."

"Good," Albedo's eyes soften in response as he pulls alway to see your face, "I love you too (Y/n)."

Alas the butterfly and the flower finally united as one. Like nectar, he was sweet. How bold of him. It seems that not only was he able to steal your heart but your first kiss as well.