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aaizawashouta · 9 months

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pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: you're there every time to welcome him home, until the one time you're not.

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, p in v, cream pie

Touch and go is how your relationship has always been. You’ve never complained. Always welcoming him home with open arms, ears eager to hear of his travels. The closer he gets back to Konoha the more he can taste your perfume—hints of honey and coconut twirling on his tongue. He’s been gone longer than usual this time. It’s made him antsy. His hands twitch at his side as he walks through the village. He feels almost desperate to get home, something that’s never happened before.

He’s never taken advantage of you, never sought you out for only pleasure. He’s never talked about his feelings, so sure that you understood. Given, you’ve never talked about your feelings either. Jiraiya, the fool that he is, thought all was well. Except for the fact that you aren’t there when he gets home. From the looks of it, you haven’t been there for a while. It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything is fine. He’ll find you eventually.

Everything is not fine. It’s not okay. He’s losing his damned mind trying to find you. It’s been two days. Where could you possibly be? That’s when he sees him. Jiraiya’s eyes narrow as he tracks him, walking along the village without a care in the world, nose shoved deep into the book he’s emerged himself in. It’s not long before he’s caught up with Kakashi. They walk along in silence for a while, Jiraiya’s hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, impatience washing over him.

Finally, Kakashi sighs, dropping his arm. One eye lifting to meet the agitated gaze of the sannin. “Good to see you, Jiraiya.”

“Kakashi,”

“You haven’t talked to her?”

Jiraiya’s eye twitches. “I can’t find her.”

Kakashi hums. “She’s not back from the mission, then.”

It was like a bomb had been dropped on him. Everything he thought he knew about you was wrong. But he’s to blame. He’s the one constantly leaving. He’s the one who keeps you at arms length. If he wanted to know, he’d ask. A lump of uncertainty forms in Jiraiya’s throat. He’s not a fan of the feeling. He doesn’t like you being gone. A shinobi? You’re more amazing than he’d thought, and it irks him. He’s an idiot. The two of you have been at this for, well, years, and he honestly thought that you were a civilian whose whole world revolved around him. He doesn’t say anything to Kakashi. He’s defeated by you and you aren’t even here to witness it.

“You really don’t have a clue, do you?” Jiraiya stares at him, making Kakashi sigh. “Follow me.”

Kakashi isn’t sure why he has the photo to begin with, but he’s glad he has it. Probably something of Naruto’s that he has for safe keeping. He finds it in a stack next to his bedroom dresser. He smiles at the photo before handing it over to the older man.

The two of you are standing together, Jiraiya’s arm thrown over your shoulders holding you tightly to him. His head is tossed back in a boisterous laugh, you can almost hear it echoing from the memory. You’ve got your arm around his waist, body completely molded to him as you watch him. Doe eyes looking up, lips parted in a small lovestruck smile. It’s a snapshot of the pure adoration and love you hold for him.

It’s not something you hide. It’s not a secret by any means. But gods, is Jiraiya seeing it for the very first time.

It’s early when you get home. Eyes burning from lack of sleep, dirt under your nails and in your hair. A nice hot shower is calling your name. It takes you three tries to unlock the door. So set on getting to the shower, you miss the hints of another presence in your home completely. Tearing off your vest while pulling your shoes off along the way, leaving the clothes scattered on the floor on your way to the bathroom. You come to a stop when you see your bedroom door open.

Now you’ve been gone for a month or so, but you do the same routine every time. Every door is shut when you leave. Every time. But the bedroom door is open. Biting your cheek, you move down the hallway to see that the bathroom door is open as well. Why? Who's been in your house? Are they still here? You freeze, senses running wild. If they were still here, they wouldn’t make it far.

The faintest sound of scratching reaches your ears. What, is there a rat in your house? As silent as you can, you follow the sounds. Leading to your bedroom, you slightly push the door open, a flurry of emotions overcoming you. Sitting at the desk is Jiraiya, bent over slightly as he pen scratches at the paper. No doubt furiously writing away for the next installment of his books. Stepping into the room you make your way to him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He’s solid against you, the warmth of him seeping into you. You nuzzle your face in between his shoulders, more than happy to be home. Happy to finally have him home.

“Hey, kid,” he says with a laugh.

“Hey yourself. Missed you.”

His whole body relaxes at your words. Silently he turns, pulling you in closer until you’re seated on his lap. Thick fingers tangle up into the roots of your hair, angling you just so. You can’t help the moan when his lips meet yours. You aren’t sure how long he had been gone this time around. Only that it was too long and you didn’t like it. Normally you could get missions completed between the times he comes and goes. This had been rough.

“Missed your old man, did ya?”

You can’t help but snicker. “My old man?”

“Well I don’t belong to anyone else do I?” His lips trail up your neck, teasing at your ear. “I missed you too, kid.”

His hands release your hair, only to grip your face, thumbs running softly against your cheekbones. You’re doe eyed as you stare up at him. He hums as he stares back, so lovestruck it blindsides you.

“I love you.”

“Jiraiya,” The words make your heart stop. You never thought you’d hear them, and you’ve always been okay with that.

He doesn’t give you a moment to respond. “Let me show you.”

He stands, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist as he walks over to your shared bed. Your hands roam his body as he pulls off his own clothes. His tongue drags across your fluttering pulse, and when he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a bruise, your fingers splayed open on his broad shoulders, digging into the taut muscle that flexes as he draws you closer. Calloused hands pull at your shirt, the cool morning air drawing your nipples taunt.

His hands slide down your back, holding you close as he leans forward and lays you down on the sea of blankets. You’ve been together too long for you to be embarrassed by the whimper of a moan that escapes you when his teeth tug harder on your nipple before laving the ache with his tongue while his hand palms your other breast, playing mercilessly with the nipple until your back is arching off the mattress, eyes rolling back.

His hand falls away from your breast, and you nearly squeak in indignation until the feel of his calloused fingers slides between your thighs. Fingers dig into the stretchy material of your shorts, your own hands trailing down to free your body of the material. Jiraiya groans, watching you.

“I knew you weren’t wearing any panties.”

“Never do.”

You’ve never given it much thought, but if you had to imagine heaven, this would be it. A sunlit morning, tangled sheets, gentle words, rough hands. An endless loop of intimate moments, of vulnerable confessions, of whispered promises, of sex so intense your mind fractures and pieces itself back together. Your souls touch, they echo across countless lifetimes.

Jiraiya’s thumb teases your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles that make your legs spasm every time the callous on the side of his thumb grazes the bud of nerves, lighting up every nerve ending in your body like a firework show.

You attempt to tug him closer, to shift your hips forward, to add more pressure, to silently ask him to go faster. Gods, please go faster. But he doesn't oblige. Rather, he pulls your hands off his body and locks them into an inescapable hold above your head, pinned against the pillows — a silent demand to not rush him, to let him take his time. A silent promise to make it worth your while.

When his thumb finds your clit again it's an even softer touch — a whisper rather than steady contact. And somehow, somehow that barely there touch, that torturously reserved brush of his thumb has your eyes flying wide and your back arching off the bed so intensely your breath lodges in your throat.

You tug, trying to get your wrists free, the demand to pull him closer nearly short-circuiting your brain, but his hold on them doesn't budge.

"Mmm, how do you want to come, pretty?" He hums against your skin, biting down on the hickey he's leaving on the swell of your breast before moving his attention to the other one. His thumb keeps a teasing pace on your clit, giving you more pressure and easing off just when the pressure in your lower belly begins to build.

Up, up, up and then gone.

So close, so so close, and then poof.

Gone.

His tongue drags across your nipple before he pulls back and blows a cool breath of air across the glistening nerves, sending a rush of goosebumps across your entire body.

His thumb adds a little more pressure, a little more friction, and you’re sure you might cry. You might actually cry. It feels so good.

Your entire body is tense, nearly about to hit that peak when he pulls his thumb away again.

Your head slams back against the bed, frustration flooding your veins. Your orgasm is trying to break free, to claw its way out of you. Like water receding from the shore before a tsunami, the air in your lungs is gone, the control over your shaking legs, your shaking arms, your shaking hands — towed away from you.

He sucks on your nipple hard enough to fling white dots over your vision like confetti, and even now, you can feel the haughty smile tugging at his lips as he pulls back to watch you writhe under him because he knows, he knows you're too far gone to answer him.

"Like this?" he slides a finger into you and you nearly shatter. Nearly, nearly, nearly. Please.

You can't breathe. You can't think. You can't respond. You shake your head and tug your wrists feebly. You want him. You want him.

He adds another finger and you moan so loud it echoes back to you.

He curses, pulls his fingers away, and as you nearly break into hysterics at the loss of contact, at the loss of the climax that was so close you could nearly taste the endorphins on your tongue, he releases your wrists and wraps your legs around his hips.

"No. No sweet girl, you're going to come with my cock buried deep in your pretty pussy." His words are a promise against your ear and finally, finally he thrusts into you as he murmurs against your lips. "Come on my cock, kid. Let me see how fucking gorgeous you are when you come on my cock. Let me know how much you really missed me."

It's instantaneous. The tsunami hits with the first thrust of his hips and your throat burns with the scream that rips through your room. It's nearly a sob — a sob of relief, a sob of ecstasy, a sob of pure pleasure.

Every nerve in your body is a live wire, lighting up with the kind of mind numbing sensation that pulls you down so deep you can't process anything other than the feel of the waves. Like you’re just under the surface of the ocean, being pulled along with each rise and crash of the tide.

And then you blink and see the brilliant sunlight coaxing you back toward the surface, back to the air, back to reality. And it's only when you break the surface and your lungs unfreeze, helplessly tasting your first breath of air since they froze in your chest, that you realize the sun has been shrouded by a passing storm cloud, and the light, that brilliant light that brought you back is still here, radiating from the man on top of you. His face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hips reaching a crescendo that sends another aftershock of pleasure flooding up your spine and he buries himself deep inside of you and stills, the heat of his climax pulsing inside of you, sliding down your thighs.

The room is silent other than your heavy breathing. Your fingers card through his hair, his lips grazing your collarbones. It’s only when your breathing steadies and your body completely relaxes that Jiraiya scoops you up and heads into the shower.

I love you. He whispers the words again and again as he washes you. Lips pressed against your skin as if he can force his love into you. Your heart soars. Tucked into bed, eyes droopy from exhaustion, Jiraiya hands over the photo. You can feel his gaze taking you in as you run your finger lightly over his laughing face, not even concerned about yourself. He presses a kiss against your temple, mouthing the words with a ghost of a smile.

“I love you too.”

And you don’t know where you’ll go from here. If your path will continue to entwine with his. You do know your heart will never belong to another. He’s opening himself up, learning, and he’s doing it all for you.

#jiraiya x reader #Jiraiya x you #jiraiya one shot #jiraiya smut #jiraiya fanfiction #Naruto fanfiction

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ryuichirou · 5 months

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I saw your delinquent Deuce art and suddenly thought of this. Do you have any headcanons for the bad boy? I'd love to hear them if yes

Anonymous asked:

how many piercings do you think deuce has? i can imagine when they finally get intimate, ace is surprised by a tongue piercing and nipple piercings

Since our yesterday's post has opened a conversation about delinquent Deuce and you want some thoughts/headcanons, let's talk about it!

To answer the second Anon while we’re at it, I think Deuce used to have his tongue and his ears pierced. The tongue one Deuce did to impress his senpai, and it was exactly that senpai who poked a hole in his tongue. It wasn’t all that professional or sanitary, it happened behind some combini store, so Deuce was super nervous, but senpai did a surprisingly good job so Deuce didn’t even catch any infections. Deuce still remembers the tingles and the adrenalin he felt while trying to stand still while the guy that he respects a lot handled his tongue.

The other guys actually did ask him if he was going to have his nipples pierced, but Deuce got defensive and kinda mad about it and refused. In actuality he was embarrassed and kind of scared that it’d hurt a lot more than his previous piercings… So he didn’t end up doing it. Ace however, when he learned that Deuce used to have piercings (yep he felt it on his tongue), immediately asked if he had anything done with his nipples. He said is as a joke just to tease Deuce, but Deuce looked at him so seriously, in a “who told you?” way.

Deuce also almost got his shoulder blade tattooed; he was anxious about it but wanted to do it quite badly to spite everyone in the world. But then that situation with his mom happened, and Deuce’s attitude towards his own life changed overnight, so he ended up not getting that tattoo. The guys from his gang probably thought that he chickened out.

Delinquent Deuce used to be especially mad at teachers and straight-A students; to him it always felt like they were mad at him for existing and mocking him for being stupid, so he lashed out at them a lot. Sometimes he got so mean and wicked that even his senpais were impressed. This is actually a reason why despite not being the oldest, Deuce kind of had his own minions who respected him: the guy was a legend lol it was very bad. But he did respect his senpais..! They taught him how to drink and smoke!

Yeah, Deuce used to drink and smoke. He didn’t really like it, but he got used to the taste rather quickly. And yes, he did finish other people’s cigs and let others drink his beer. They didn’t mind sharing at all, so Deuce indirectly kissed a lot of guys lol … but he also kissed some of them directly when he got drunk.

I can actually see two routes when it comes to Deuce and all the boykissing stuff that occurred during his wilder years. One way to look at it would be to assume that Deuce, while being aggressive and constantly angry, is still our naïve and oblivious Deuce, who doesn’t necessarily think much about these things, but gets pressured into making out when he gets drunk. He might even get carried away and end up letting the other guys touch him/touching them in return, but it would be the result of Deuce not thinking/being drunk/being kind of taken advantage of. In that case, Deuce might not even consider this something serious these days…

Another way to look at it would assume that Deuce’s sexual awakening occurred during his rebel phase, so he ended up being quite active with the guys he was surrounded by. Of course, he’d still have sloppy drunk makeout sessions, but they would feel more intentional and probably driven by his desire to just piss the world off. Plus, Deuce is very eager to be good at _something_, and this could be that _something_ that Deuce gets praised for doing by his senpais. Both scenarios could work depending on how you look at it I guess lol

To Ace, Deuce’s delinquent years’ stories feel like pulling a never-ending scarf out of the magician’s hat: whenever Ace feels like he has heard all the shocking details, Deuce suddenly blushes and reveals something else. And the shock on Ace’s face makes Deuce even more embarrassed. Ace, however, kind both amazed (wow, another excuse to tease Deuce!), pissed (no way, you’ve done this too?!) and turned on (…).

#replies #headcanons #adeuce

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marie-miele · 3 months

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You sat on the ground; wiping the sweat from your forehead. It had been almost two years since Aizawa had taken you in from the Hero Public Safety Commission. He was with you almost every day for a year, teaching you how to control your quirk. It was a difficult time for you, but you built a strong bond over that year. And now you live as happy of a life as you could, figuring yourself out in a way you couldn't before. He spent much of his time working, but when he would come home he'd spend that time training you. He believed that you could make a good hero if you were led down the right path. You doubted that, but for all he's done for you, you figured the least you could do for him was try. And that's exactly what you did.

You were still sitting when he had gone inside. The training was becoming more intense as high school entrance exams were right around the corner. You were told that you would be getting into UA High School through Aizawa's recommendation, as he worked for the school he had a bit more influence at getting you in; which you were thankful for. But you would still have to participate in certain parts of the exams.

Sighing; you got up and headed inside, thinking about all that's happened and what could become your future. It stressed you out but you also had to keep in mind that you had a better advantage than most.

"So- What if I don't get it?" You said taking a seat at the dining table. Aizawa was setting the table with two bowls of Udon. " You will." He said; his voice lacked belief and energy as he uttered the words "you will", sounding indifferent and unenthusiastic about the possibility of the action taking place.

"But what if I don't? I mean seriously, think about it. I'm no use except for hand-to-hand, my quirk isn't much use in a fight unless I want to scare the life out of someone. Plus, you've seen how many tries it took me to prove I could control my quirk at the HPSC! I don't want to go through that again." Picking up your chopsticks with a slight pout. Even though you were stuffing your face noodles you continued talking.

"Since when did you give up on yourself so easily?" Aizawa said sternly, silencing your still noodle-filled mouth. "Ever since I met you, you told me how you wanted to 'prove yourself'. And lately, all I hear is you doubting yourself," You stared at the man who sat beside you now. "or is it my training you doubt?"

"no no! it's not like that!" You said frantically. "it just- Its that- I don't want to hurt anyone as it did to my family.." You had finished your food already and Aizawa was beginning to stand; grabbing your bowl.

"You're still being controlled by your fear from the past, I get that. But if you want to be able to succeed Y/N, you have to push forward. Only you can make it happen; your future is yours." He stated as he left you in the dining room.

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Today is the day you thought nervously to yourself. You were trying to mentally prepare yourself for your entrance exam; which wasn't going well at all. It felt as if your heart was trying to escape your chest. And the awkward car ride with your mentor was not helping, he had given what he thought was a motivating lecture to you but in reality, it was horrifying to witness.

U.A. High's recommendation entrance exam consists of a written test, a practical test, and an interview. For the practical exam, students race six at a time through a mile-long obstacle course using their quirks. Students receive numbers and their times are recorded by Present Mic, another teacher at UA. You had met him multiple times as he is a close friend of Aizawas.

Your leg was bouncing up and down as you sat in the waiting room; your eyes were glancing at every student there with you. Thinking about all the quirks you saw made you wonder if you were meant to be there. You knew for a fact you past the written part of the exam, you always excelled at them in school- when you were in school. But the practical exam..you weren't so sure about.

Some students though, would pass for sure you thought as your eyes made their way to a boy with heterochromatic hair; you'd never seen someone with white and red hair. He was standing in the corner of the room, you had gotten to see his quirk in action; ice. It looked powerful as it was good for defense and offense. Oh to have a quirk like that huh, but you don't get to pick and choose what you get.

Another student reminded you of an old friend, it was not his quirk or his looks but rather his attitude. He was talking to a group of examinees with bold and harsh words- yet, being honest.

"Suki...Has it already been three years? You wouldn't believe I would be here right now." You said thinking out loud. You haven't been able to see or talk to him all this time. You always thought of him of course but back in middle school, neither of you had phones in your first year so you had no idea how to contact him after your first year out of the Safety Commission.

Getting so caught up in your muttering you didn't even notice a boy standing right next to you; he was staring at you intensely. Feeling his eyes on you, feeling slightly intimidated by him you turned your head towards him but before you could apologize for blabbering,

"Hey! Im Yoarashi Inasa!" He said loudly.

"Oh! You're that boy with the wind quirk, right? I'm Y/N L/N."

During the practical exam, you accidentally merged your power with Yoarashi's. He was attacking with wind and you were attacking with your gas, you had gotten too close to each other and so your gas was blown around by him.

After that incident, you knew you had to figure out a way to direct your gas. Regardless though, Yoarashi and you continued to chat moving the conversation from quirks to the heroes you wanted to be.

Once everyone finished the exam you were given your scores; being told that your acceptance letter would be arriving within the next few weeks. You wished Yoarashi good luck and a farewell as you both made your way out of the building. Your nerves were on edge as the countdown for your acceptance letter began.

As you made your way home you told Aizawa everything that happened and asked for more ways to improve.

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You paced around the living room with your phone in one hand and a drink in the other. You knew Katsuki's family was private but damn, after finding out he didn't have any social media account you figured his parent would have one. But no, his mother didn't even have one that you could find. What a shame.

"You nervous about your acceptance letter, huh?" Aizawa said as he stepped into the room.

Replying in an informative tone of voice "Uh- Yeah, something like that". You were always honest with Aizawa, but this; you could tell him about.

Your mentor was the person you trusted the most, even though this was a fact; one thing you always you couldn't speak up about was your past.

He knew the brief information when the HPSC told him about you. But no one knew about your private life; just about the incident before sending you away.

"Well no need to be so worried about it anymore," He said pulling out an envelope from his pocket, he was still in his hero suit as he had just gotten out of work. The UA teachers had been working for the past few weeks preparing their courses.

Cutting him off you questioned him "No need?" as your eye flicked from his face to the letter. "Is...THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?" rushing over to him, you grabbed the letter but he kept his grip on it.

"I think you should sit down first Y/N" He explained as you took the letter from him and sat down on the couch that he was able to hand deliver it to you.

It had been a whole five minutes since you were given the envelope, that whole time you were just staring at it. Aizawa kept urging you to open it; the closer you got to fully ripping the paper open the more nervous you kept getting. Your hands were trembling as you finally opened it, reaching your hand inside you grabbed a small circular device.

Aizawa took a seat beside you as you set the device on the coffee table in front of you it projected a video of All Might. He went on about how he was the newest addition to UA's faculty, he went over your score from the written test; 89 out of 100, not terrible you thought to yourself. Moving on to the practical part you placed 4th out of the 36 students recommended the school; also not terrible considering most of your points came from rescuing. You sat with your face as close to the projection as you could, this was taking forever even though it had only been two minutes at most. Then; All Might's voice boomed through the projector, announcing to Y/N, to you. That you had been accepted into UA. His words were filled with pride and encouragement, causing a wave of excitement to wash over you as you processed the news. The legendary hero's endorsement was a moment you would never forget, solidifying your dreams of becoming a hero, to prove everyone wrong about you.

"I'm..in. Aizawa I got it." You looked at him with teary eyes and a smile. Jumping up, you wrapped your arms around him "I got in!" you cried.

This was the first time you'd ever shown affection towards him, and as a result; he was shocked, to say the least. He felt his pride for you completely was over him.

Patting your head he stated: "told you so."

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Standing outside of the gates to UA High, you fixed the tie on your school uniform. Seven times, that's the total number of times you had readjusted it this morning. It had been almost four years since you last went to school, at least a public one. You were scared of what your classmates would think of you but thankfully Aizawa had been reassuring your mind all morning.

"Well, this is it, a new start."

As you made your way up to the school, you accidentally bumped into another student who was rushing up the path.

Being quick to apologize "Sorry! I didn't even see you!" You bowed you down"

"It's alright!" the male student quickly replied; waving his hands in front of himself. "I shouldn't have been going so fast!"

Wait, you recognized that voice. Slowly you raised your head and as you stood face-to-face with the boy.

"Midoriya?"

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#bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #mha #fanfic #mha bakugou #mha x reader #my hero academia #reader insert

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tigertale · 1 year

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A/N: Is it bad that I can relate a little too much to Yuuya? Anyway, reader is insecure and Ace is an ass. A good 10k words??? I can't assure you a good quality throughout the entire fic

A/N 2: I died and revived halfway through writing the fic and the scenario went brrr (started this during December 2022 oops)

F!Reader; Ace

•〔　！〕Smut; First time; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

Ace looked at the sorry excuse the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm was.

She had unconsciously curled up into her seat, not because of the light almost see through clothes that served as a poor excuse for pajamas, but most probably because of how insecure she was about getting closer to the boy. And the sight made the clench in his ribs almost unbearable.

He was kind of stupid wasn't he? Suddenly barging into her place in the middle of the night despite having insulted her a few hours ago. It had taken for her to properly guide the unlucky chandelier group — aka him, the magicless student, whoever this dormmate of his was and a highly sensitive beast — through the obstacle the mine monster was for him to realize that she wasn't as boring as what he had told her. And now that he was before her, he remembered how he had never properly apologized.

He opened his mouth, but it seemed that the two of them had the same idea as their voices overlapped over one another. It resulted in an awkward silence that became a just as awkward game of "you first." And his persistence made him win the game.

Her knees brushed against one another as she tried to get her words out. "I know that the couch is not comfortable, so if you want you can always sleep in my bed." Eh? That was even more unexpected than what he had imagined. Didn't she mean that she wanted him to leave? Wasn't she supposed to be angry at him for how he had belittled her so far? And he made sure to voice those thoughts to her.

"I guess that… I am a little angry about that. But I don't like being caught in problems, and I don't want you to sleep under the rain too." The water drop that hit his face empathized her claim. As he wept it off his cheek with the back of his blazer and cursed the shady state of the building, he thought about how kind she was. Too much even. He was not one to be bothered by such things, but he was oh so guilty when she would selflessly try to bring him comfort — and at the back of his mind, the idea that someone other than would take advantage of it surely grew to become something he feared.

He drapped his arms over the back of the sofa, a playful smile hanging on his lips. "So~ You're okay with letting me sleep in your bed? You can't take it back once you've said yes!" A yelp left his mouth as a coil found fun by jabbing his behind.

"I've already proposed it to you… I can't just take it back now." Right! That's why he had said that she was boring. She had never talked back, they had been glued to each other for an entire day but she was just being placide and let everything unfold before her. It was a shame, especially after he had seen how she had the power to easily fix problems and had a complex yet interesting way of thinking. But so, at least he didn't have to beg to have things go his way. It would've been awkward to use the argument of his slim body to gain even the slightest bit of sympathy.

"Then come on, lead the way." She sighed as she got up, clearly displeased by the way he was addressing her, but not wanting to express it.

After they had entered the room, she had gone straight to bed, watching from time to time as he got himself ready to sleep. The urge to tease her about it died whenever he looked at her. Her eyes, expressing how expectant she was for him to finish, stopped him from doing so. And the way she was coddled up under the cover like a child made the guilt come back. She looked cute like that, and that was a damn stupid thought for him to have.

He eventually slid under the cover, his buttoned up shirt was partially open and he had kept his trousers on to keep some kind of decency. She did mention that he was allowed to sleep in his underwear after he had jokingly asked about it, arguing that she was used to it as she had brothers, and if needed she could put pillows in-between them. It may have been too straightforward for him, and before he could properly think about it he had already disagreed saying that it was only a joke.

Minutes passed where the two of them thought about the one by their side in silence. Their reflexions going from a simple "he's stupid" to more complex ones. And Ace was not one to keep himself from expressing his opinions. If he had something to say, then he would say it. "You're too kind, you know? Think about yourself more, you need to strengthen yourself a bit." It broke the stillness between them.

She shuffled under the cover, pulling it even higher above her face as if to hide it. Not that he could even see her half lidded eyes, dropped with sadness, to begin with as it was too dark. "Am I not already?" He turned towards her, unconsciously trying to make out the shape of her face despite knowing that he couldn't. "I'm "kind" as you say, but for me it's only a mean to avoid any problems that can be an obstacle to my peace. I just want to be comfortable, and I'll do anything to be. Isn't that egoism?" The silence that followed made her question her words, forgetting about the boy laying beside her. Just like everyone she had needs that had to be fulfilled, and those needs were the only thing that pushed her forward despite the hole in her heart. If she couldn't have her family by her side, if she couldn't let go of this loneliness, she could at least work out something that will compensate and make her forget about those worries.

"You're as kind as you're dumb to say things like that without hesitation." She almost choked at his words, and the snickers that followed let her understand that he had found fun in her short surprise. Part of the dip beside her disappeared as he sat up. "Shit I've never imagined talking about this kind of stuff so late at night… So what? Now it's selfish to wish for something and to work for it? And you could've just given me the sofa, but you've still offered me the bed because I could've caught a cold. If you feel that you have any obligation related to my health then you might as well be kind." A whine left the back of her throat before she could have stopped it.

She hated those words. "Kind." She was just a normal and average human being, she didn't like those labels that would be thrown at her whether she liked it or not. It was distressing in a way how some people felt the need to put nice words for her as if she had deserved it.

The mattress once again dipped, but this time on each side of her face. She was surprised that his hands were caging her head and his hot breath fawning over her face. He was on all four above her, he had moved so swiftly she had barely had the time to register it. "It seems to me that you're just overthinking." She felt the heat of his body licking her skin as he got closer to her, his arms bending and allowing him to do so. "I can try and make you forget about it, what do you think?"

He patiently waited, knowing that it may seem to her that his request was out of the blue. But she was oh so tempting, and he couldn't stop thinking about her ever since they had left each other after the mine incident. He had never been interested in these kinds of things but somehow she was messing with his internal compass, messing with his mind and reminding him that he was still so full of needs that were left unattended for a while already. And hey, she needed to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, and he wanted her. So he might as well kill two birds with one stone.

"Do you have a condom?" A what now? She let out another sigh, one that he knew he would get accustomed to, and traced the side of his face with the tip of her fingers.

"It doesn't seem like you had sex before." Now he was surprised. For her to say such crude words without any shame but at the same time struggling to tell him off when he was annoying her. And the way he just shut himself off made her assume that she was right (and she was.) "I'm not more experienced than you, but I know a thing or two. And I know that we need a condom."

"Why? It's not like you can get pregnant on your first time?" The high pitched noise that rang through the room as she slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand was way more effective in letting Ace know just how stupid she thought he was than a mere sigh.

"I… don't think that I have the willpower to explain things in-depth to you at the moment." She gently took his hands and sat up to be at the same level as where she believed his face was. "Just know that yes I can, and we won't do a thing without a condom." She plopped herself back in the bed and set herself back to sleep.

"Sleep tight, Ace. Have nice dreams."

He had yet to move from where he was kneeling. She had put an end so easily to the conversation, he was even doubting that it had ever happened. What the hell were those things she knew, and why was he curious to hear about it? But eventually he came back to the problem at hand as he settled too on his side of the bed. "Where am I even supposed to get those?"

"800 students, some of them are bound to develop some kind of physical relationship." He hummed at that, as if to say that he was giving it some thought even if he didn't care about it. "The infirmary must give some condoms to avoid STDs. Or there's a shop on the way here, maybe they're selling some there." Oh so she was telling him where to look for those. As much as he liked the idea of getting close to her —and wow, it was his first time ever wanting someone this much— he didn't trust himself to actually have the courage to buy them. Even imagining getting them was enough of a hassle for him. Having condoms was not his top priority and he was lazy just thinking about them.

"Thanks I guess." Well too bad, they won't have sex. But maybe that was a good thing. He was not one to follow societal wildly spread conceptions (as your first-time was important) but maybe that this once, it wouldn't be a bad thing to listen to them.

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He came back the very next day. Condom in hand.

Now, to avoid any misunderstanding, it would be nice to mention that he wasn't desperate enough to get them. If anything he had told himself that he wouldn't get them and that he should just forget about getting more intimate with her.

Yet, it had seemed that his dorm had other plans. His senior, Cater he believed his name was, had suddenly given him a handful of those plastic packages of various sizes. "Riddle's order! Every frosh are to be safe!☆" He had said when he saw how appalled Ace was. It was actually more of the nurse's order after she had chewed Crowley out for the lack of security in the school. He also added that they were to have every size to be sure to have something that fits them, it would be bad if it was too small for them to wear, right? Not every dorm was particularly uptight about this rule, and even fewer of them tried to hand them the right size — so far only Heartslabyul and Pomefiore had made this kind effort. While Riddle wasn't exactly fond of this rule, rules are rules and he still cared for those under him, so he might as well go all out.

Now the school's problem had become his, and he didn't know how to approach her. He was already in front of the rundown building after asking his dormhead the permission to sleep at her place, but how should he bring the subject back? He didn't care about how others may see him, but she was somehow a different story.

After taking a deep breath, he knocked. It didn't take long for the door to open and he cheerfully greeted her, a hand scratching the back of his head. "Hey prefect! You don't mind me crashing at your place again, right?" She stared blankly before welcoming him with a small "sure" that led to a dutiful silence. And this awkward smile on her lips was a nightmare to look at. How could it both drive him away but also stir his heart so badly?

As he entered, he finally saw her lack of clothes. The only pair of pants she had had been ditched somewhere and replaced with shorts that could barely be seen above her dirty white blouse. Upon further inspection, her entire body was painted with black spots and her buttoned up shirt had turned a dark brown with whatever liquid had drenched it.

"Errh, what happened to you?" She looked down at her poor state before becoming even more reserved. He was surprised to see her pouting as she awkwardly pulled at her clothes.

"I was trying to see what was wrong with the water heater, I hate having to shower with a bucket." She sighed as she stretched her back, hands placed on her back as she bent backwards. "But the thing is beaten down, there's no way I'll have hot water any time soon." She whined even louder and great seven, it was the first time he had ever heard her being so genuine! She even sounded approachable. If she kept such extraversion, surely the bullying would slowly soften. She wasn't an opportunist after all, and they would come to understand this.

"If you really need, I can always sneak you in my dorm. You won't mind sleeping with me, right?" The smirk that had formed on his lips paired with the boyish popular facial expression made her giggle. What was he trying to do? Didn't he say that sleeping with her was "meh"? (No offense, she did sense that he was joking) She turned around and walked him to the living room, her shoulders still shaking as she tried to hide her laughter.

He marveled at the state of the parlor. He had last entered it less than a day before, but it was vastly different then what he had remembered! She sat him down as he continued to watch his surroundings. "I tried to clean up a bit but it's still dirty… I'm sorry for the mess."

"What are you? A perfectionist?" She may have only removed a few paintings and thrown a worn out blanket over the sofa, it was enough for the room to change. "This is good enough." She gently laughed, still not quite sure how to react to the compliment.

Knowing the person Ace was —or at least had a semblance of an idea of it— she tried not to let the silence between them linger and asked him if he wanted to sit so as to not make things awkward. It may have had the contrary effect because he was frowning as he made himself comfortable on the couch. And when she asked if he wanted a coffee to drink he just snapped.

"What are you? An old woman? Stop acting like one, shit. 'Is so fucking boring…" He grumbled the last part and crossed his arms. His annoyed eyes were sending daggers as she was left trying to find her words, mouth repeatedly opening and closing.

She eventually brought her fist up and coughed inside after finally snapping out of her surprise. "So… why did you come here?" She tried not to think much of his words. They only fed her insecurities, but if she were to express them right now, wouldn't it just confirm what he had said? If anything, she had learnt that talking about feelings was considered "boring" by most people her age. "And what's up with the bag?" She tried to change the subject by pointing said object with a finger, but it actually made him uneasy.

He tried to answer, catching himself multiple times to rectify and find the right words before eventually giving up. Instead he gave her said bag. "Condoms." He said right when she opened it.

Much to his displeasure, the silence that they (more like she, he didn't make any efforts so far to make her feel better) had tried so hard to push away all this time had finally found its way in their conversation. She was carefully processing what was before her and by the time she had eventually come to accept what it was, he had become a small puddle of sweat.

"I didn't expect you to have so much in so little time." He blushed furiously at that and took the bag back. He was furious, seething, by what she was implying. He was NOT a pervert! And he wouldn't let her think so! Or that's what he tried to convince himself to think because he sure as hell was more embarrassed about it than angry. After all, it's the exact image he didn't want her to have about him.

But she was far from thinking this and– no, actually, a part of her was impressed by how obsessed and eager he may have been, even if that's not the actual case.

"Hey dumbass! What makes you think I prepared all of these?!" He sat back down, putting all his plastic square packages in between his legs. One hand was tightly gripping his thigh while the other was hiding his bright red face from her. "Some older guy in my dorm gave me those, apparently it's a dorm rule for every student to receive them at the beginning of the year…" His voice barely escaped from his fingers, only managing to come out as an almost indescribable grumbling.

"Then it's a good coincidence for us." She came closer to him and much to his embarrassment, she put a hand in the bag, grazing her hand against and stimulating his growing hard on as she rummaged through it to grab a few of the small packages. She eventually fished out a couple of the condoms, and showed them off to the boy. "So which one's your size?"

"How the hell should I know?"

She deflated at that. "Come on, every boy has measured it at least once. Isn't it important for you all to know about it —so you can compare it in the boy locker room?" The last part wasn't pronounced, but her understood her innuendo. He did actually measure it, but he wasn't going to talk about it so casually. His lack of answer only pulled a sigh out of her, one that quickly made him cower inside the uncomfortable sofa. She had moved to be on her knees, a soothing hand caressing his thighs as she looked up at him. "If you really don't know then I'll have to try each one of them. One by one."

Her fingers started playing with the zipper of his trousers, pulling it open with an ease that almost made him question if she really was new to this. "W- Wait!" He stopped what she was doing by taking her hands in his. She looked at him, fixating on something other than the clothed bulge that was now out for her to see. "What a-are you doing? I- I'm not-... I mean no! I-I a…m actually…!"

She nodded and pulled her hands down against her bent knees. He sighed at her action, but quickly straightened back. There was no way in hell she had understood what he was trying to say, so why was she nodding understandingly. There were many ways for her to misinterpret it, and if she actually did, he didn't know what he would do–

"Ah yes, consent. I understand if you don't want to. I got ahead of myself and thought we were about to do it, I'm deeply sorry for assuming things and—"

He cut her off with an undignified "eeh?!" that made her tilt her head to the side. "Where the hell is this story about consent coming from?" She was about to answer but he shook his head from side to side. "You know what, I don't even want to know." He continued talking, explaining that what he was actually trying to say was his size. Dick size. And that she didn't have to test each condom.

She picked up and ripped a packet of the right size open with a relieved sigh. "I was honestly scared of wasting so much condoms." She took the rubber out and examined it closely before watching the lubricant stretching into a bridge between her fingers. "I've never actually put a condom on something before so it's a first for me." She put it back on the opened package and went back to working with his now rocking hard cock.

"Please don't be too harsh with me."

He gulped down the excess of saliva to try and cool off his face. She was adorable like that, pulling out his member, or more it being freed and slapping her square in the face. She let out a dissatisfied sound as she rubbed her eyes from the precum that had gotten on her eyelids.

"You're not circumcised." She pulled the foreskin down to let the head of his cock free for her to see. If the precum was a lot before, now that the tip was out in the open, she could see just how much of a mess it was. She hummed as she circled the hole at the very top of it and enjoyed each of his twitching. "I've never seen an uncircumcised one so close… but don't worry, as long as you're clean, I'm down for you." She let out a string of "hehe" that made his blood pump faster. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back so that she could directly connect her eyes with his.

"Stop joking around already." She agreed to do so in a tone that almost made him question whether she would really do it or not, and went back to her forgotten condom.

She recited, one by one, every step needed to put a condom on under her breath, guiding herself into doing it as Ace visibly didn't have much knowledge. Once it was done, she brightened up and happily clapped his thigh, which made him hiss with pain.

"In one go!" She happily said with a proud smile that was all too bright for him. His fingers that were still planted into the root of her hair brought her attention back to the twitching member in front of her by angling it back to where it was at first.

"A-Ah wait… I'm a bit nervous… I've never done this before." But she was only shoved forward as an answer, her cheek planting against his pelvis. His penis was now right before her nose and mockingly staring back.

"Then you'll learn." She timidly sniffed it, something that took him aback.

She pecked it at first, trying to see how it would go, and the first impression being quite good, she switched to small stripes being licked along his shaft. While it was rather tasteless for her, his breath was heavy and his body had become unbearably hot.

He popped a few buttons of his shirt open, letting his chest breath as she moved to the base of his dick where two fingers were tightly pressing it. He didn't expect to feel all of her touches so vividly with a condom on, but she had once again found a way to surprise him.

His fingers moved from the back, where he painfully was gripping the small hairs along her nape, to the top of her head when she finally shifted her attention back to the tip of his shaft. A hand still lingered at the base where she kept a tight grip while the other was pumping up and down.

It started with small kisses that quickly became her pumping his cock in her mouth. The first try had left her a coughing mess, but the second was much more successful after making her hand into a fist. He did marvel for a second at the technique, wondering if it would actually work, but his mind went into shambles when the warmth of her cavity wrapped his lower half in a steamy hug.

She tried to peek up at him, wanting to see his facial expression, but couldn't do so as his hand only but pressed her further down his aching shaft. Later, when he would cum inside the plastic protection, she would have the time to see it as he would bask into his aftermath.

And it may have come earlier than what she had expected because he removed himself from her mouth not long after. He fisted his rod as he kept her in front of him. Was it because he wanted to get off to her face or because he imagined her covering with his cum? He didn't know, but both were good endings for him.

He eventually came, the condom swelling with the amount of sperm he had let out and she just watched, fascinated, as it did so. He came rather fast, but she was not worried at all, and she was ready to comfort him if he ever felt down about it. It was normal for a first-time, and she was more curious about the taste than the time.

"Was it good?" She asked as she started to take the condom off. She carefully carved the sight of his flushed face, drooling and seemingly fucked out of his mind, in her memories. She was not one to masturbate, but this image could only become a great fantasy for her to get off to for the next following days.

He let out a small moan as he stretched his back and tilted his head down to see what she was doing. "Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so good actually." Thankfully he had finished his words in time, she had started to remove the condom, and he feared just how embarrassing it would have been if he had to explain why he had stopped talking halfway through. She was pushing every last bit of his cum out of the plastic and onto the tongue she had stuck out.

A humm left her as she swallowed it all, a thumb passing over her lips and chin to pick any leftovers before popping it inside her mouth. "It's kind of sweet. You should watch your diet." He groaned as she merely laughed.

"Shut up. I'm not here for diet advice." His words only made her laugh harder.

But she quickly came to a stop. "Ah wait, that was a bad move." She got up and dusted herself with a sigh under his curious eyes. "You can still get STDs by swallowing semence."

"Are you implying that I have STDs?" It seemed to get on his nerves, and she quickly tried to reiterate her words.

She sat on his legs and shook her head. "No, but there's always a possibility even if you're a virgin." For whatever reason, the last word made him frown even more. Why do boys his age have to be so hard to work with? His ego was truly something else. "There's also a possibility that I have those, so don't take it as something personal. I'm just trying to make you pick up good habits."

But he didn't listen. Now that she was on him, he could feel her warm and dripping cunt on his limp manhood. Even with two layers of clothes, it was impossibly wet and coated him with her juice. He had put two hands on her hips as she was talking and had started to grind her against him.

She quickly saw what he was doing and gently wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back to press her chest against his open one. "You've barely come a minute ago, shouldn't you wait before going back to it?" But he merely groaned as an answer and buried his face in the junction of her neck.

He continued his movements, which have been gradually increasing in force, as her heavy breath picked up with the pace and blessed his ears.

Still pressed against him, she slid to fingers in-between their body to continue his previous work. The last buttons of his shirt were popped open and she removed the piece of cloth from him.

"Aaah… W- Wait…" she gently pushed her hands against his chest and backed from the rod grinding against her. "We need another condom." He mindlessly nodded but felt awfully frustrated when her fingers left him to search for a new piece of rubber.

She did the same as before after opening the package, saying aloud what she was doing as she pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it over his shaft.

He curiously watched as she raised herself above his rocking hard erection, her expression rather unsure and her bottom lip tightly grasped in-between her teeth. "Uh, shouldn't I prepare you or something." He was not one to care much about others, but surely she wasn't about to put herself through pain, right?

She flushed at his words and nervously tapped his shoulders. "Don't worry… We'll just go slowly." She had thought that he had forgotten about it all. With how uncomfortable she was with her body, she thought it would be best for her to just skip such steps so she could avoid any types of embarrassment. Surely the pain won't be so bad if they were to take their time.

He didn't push her further on, thankfully for her, and she slowly pushed herself against him. And maybe that she should have thought twice about this lame idea because she had to stop when the tip was barely in. The blush on his cheeks came back when she once again pressed her chest to his, except this time hissing and twitching.

A few minutes passed where the two of them were too engrossed in both their current fixation — him enjoying the feel of her clothed breasts against him and her laboured breath, and she, focusing on his fast beating heart, before he came back to the current situation at hand. "Uhh, you're sure you're good?"

"Yeah…Yeah yeah." She mindlessly nodded as she took the chance to continue her way down his shaft. Despite the slight uncomfortable feeling of being full, she had indeed relaxed. She eventually came to a stop when her ass was pressed against his thighs and it pulled a moan out of him that she gladly let her ego feed on.

"Uh, you seem to like it." He didn't answer, his mind far too gone for him to properly care about the comment. He still buried his face in the crook of her neck when he felt her sliding off his cock.

She was using his shoulders as a leverage, two tight hands marking his skin with the crescent shapes of her nails, and slowly pulled herself upwards. At the same time, his face followed the shape of her body that was pressed against him. His nose ended up brushing her clothed breasts. And the material scratching his skin successfully pulled him out of his reveries.

Once she was high enough, the tip barely peeking from her cunt, she went back down. Although more easily this time. Both of their voice resonated in the empty room, and she was thankful that no-one was around to hear them — or at least they didn't make themselves known and avoided the parlour, which was just as good actually.

He was tempted to dig his fingers in the small of her back to switch to a faster pace, but the fabric that was still hiding her upper body was more bothering at the moment. His shaky hands moved to her buttoned up shirt, the way she was bouncing and moaning on top of him almost making him forget about what he was trying to do, and started undoing the buttons one by one. He deemed his mission complete when half of the blouse was open and didn't waste time diving in her breasts to bite and lick whatever parcel of skin was welcoming him.

Her whimpers and hitched breath only increased as shivers would rack her body to the point that she was only but uncontrollably twitching. And when her pace eventually faltered, Ace was sure to take over, two hands grasping her ass and jumping her on his thighs as he continued to shamelessly bite the top of her chest.

The dents of his zipper painfully turned her skin red with every thrust. But in the heat of the moment and the different overlapping sensations, it only further stimulated the coil that was painfully tightening in her lower half and made her voice higher.

She thanked whatever divine being she could imagine, her mind fading to a blank state with each of his trusts inside her and her body so hot that she feared that she would just succumb to it all. Her stomach twisted painfully when his pace suddenly picked up, something that she had never experienced before, and made her wonder if her end was getting closer.

But he stopped right when she felt herself reaching her peak.

He groaned as he let himself rest against the sofa. Now limp, he wasn't maintaining her body up, and she just fell forward against him.

How frustrating it was, her lower half was still pulsating with pleasure, and she couldn't understand why he stopped. "Ace, are you done?" She whispered from his shoulder, where her head was resting. He pressed a hand against his forehead before removing the sweat and hairs sticking on it.

"Uh…" oh he was still very much basking into the aftermath of his climax, and it took a while for her words to be understood by him, she even repeated herself when she heard how lost he was. "Yeah… yeah, shit that was– fucking shit it's-" He tried to utter some kind of answer but his mind was too much of a mess for him to properly think. At least he understood what she said now.

She sighed, tempted to press a kiss against the skin of his neck, but they weren't close enough for her to do it, right? If they were just some kind of one night stand (it's the middle of the afternoon,) they shouldn't kiss, it would be weird, wouldn't it?

She didn't expect her first time to end so abruptly. Yes she didn't hold many expectations, knowing that it would never be perfect, but she was still very upset. She eventually forced herself to think that they weren't even close to begin to even fathom him taking care of her like a boyfriend would, which they weren't.

His half lidded eyes opened wide when she removed herself from him. She had pressed her hand against his chest to help her up, and when his dick fell limp it of her he hissed. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the condom that was full, before focusing on closing the buttons of her shirt. "I'll take a shower first, you'll go after, okay?"

"Why?" Here she was, once again confusing him with her decision.

"You're staying here for the night, continuing the evening clean would be better I think." She's not wrong, but he didn't feel like bathing right now. Yet, before he would voice out his thoughts, she was already closing the door of the parlour behind her. Uh? Why was she so cold? It seemed that she reverted back to her placide and awkward self.

He pursed his lips, annoyed by how the mood just fell flat after her sudden change. As said before, he didn't like holding onto whatever most people deemed as a "social norm", like treating his first-time like something so special that you needed to plan it and idealise it. But her leaving so abruptly somehow sat wrong with him, it even woke him up from his dazed state.

Now he had to wait for both of them to bathe before addressing whatever stupid thing was going through her head. Hopefully it won't take long.

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After drinking water and properly washing themselves off of any remaining fluids, they both basked into each other's presence and continued on with their pajama party. He had come late into the afternoon and by the time they had finished cleaning up, the sun was not visible anymore, only a faint gradient of orange and purple was seen.

The bath had been ice cold, thanks to the destroyed water heater, but after lighting the fire in her bedroom's fireplace and placing a few logs inside to keep it alive, it was much more bearable. They both laid on the ground before it, enjoying its heat.

"Are you bipolar or something?" She turned towards him, surprised to see that he was already looking at her. Even more unexpected, he was frowning. Why was he suddenly pissed? It's not like she had done anything… Or perhaps was it her lack of engagement that brought this sudden behaviour? He did mention that she was boring… And she wasn't making her situation after all. "Just talk instead of creating those weird scenarios in your head." He could clearly see on her face that she was not getting any of what he was saying.

She was lost. Was it not her uninteresting self that was annoying him? "Then… What's the problem?" She couldn't see what possibly annoyed him.

"Can't you guess?" Well obviously, it seemed that she couldn't. She was staring at the ceiling absently, uncertain about what he was expecting from her and how she should fulfill these expectations. "Why did you suddenly close yourself after what we did." Oh.

She awkwardly laughed, what was he talking about? Perhaps was he mentioning the brief moment when she realised that they were not close. But it was the truth, they were not, and she shouldn't have open herself to him in hopes of something more.

"It's nothing, really." Her words did nothing to quell the conflicting feelings inside him. As if she could just end the conversation with only a "it's nothing."

"How about you tell me more about the Great Seven." Despite the proposition coming out of the blue, it was far from some kind of random conversation subject. The mirror above the fireplace reminded her, for some mysterious reasons, of the statues of the seven great figures by the school's entrance. And it was a nice way to get out of the chat he wanted to have.

"Why would I even talk about them?"

"Because I'm too dumb?" She was using his words against him uh? Well at least it seems like she was once again getting comfortable with him if she was able to talk back like this. So he just let it go, hoping that one story would be enough for them to continue their previous talk, but when she answered back with a tale of her own world, it was too late.

Ace was still much more reluctant to keep this peace up, starting a "it's boring" streak (hopefully she would just go back to why she had became so cold back in the living room), but one mention of paranormal stories from her world and she had his full attention. Each and every story somehow managed to catch his attention, so much that they didn't see the time flashing before them.

"Aaaah!" She stretched her back, a long tired moan emphasizing the arch of it, which caught his attention. Hey, now that he was thinking about it, she had yet to show herself to him, as in, he still hasn't seen her naked, did heN?

She jumped when she felt his hand sneaking under her loose shirt and barely grazing her skin. But when she turned around, the only thing she saw, and was surprised by, was his focused face as more and more of her body was shown as he moved it higher. "What… What are you doing?"

He hummed, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You escaped our talk there, lemme take a small revenge~" A moan resonated in the room, tuned out by the crackling of the burning wood before them, when she felt another electric shock coursing through her due to his cold finger. And the sound, almost unheard, still managed to stir the heat in his body. Eh, he might as well just go for another round.

He turned her around, much to her confusion, and pulled her down with him. An involuntary sigh left his lips when he felt her breast against his chest. He used to consider himself an ass person, but clearly his judgement was wrong. Not that he would kill for them, but her breast were definitely becoming his fixation.

"Is there a problem Ace?" He groaned, thrusting his lower half against her as an answer.

"Let's do it again." She let an audible "oh" left her mouth before chuckling, her face hidden in his clothes. He could only feel her body, twitching with the laughter she tried so hard to hide, but it was enough for him to frown. Not that he was displeased and annoyed by her reaction, but he definitely was.

She eventually calmed down when she heard him muttering something to himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you in any way." She trailed a ginger along his neck, fixating her gaze on the skin peeking under his shirt. "I just didn't expect you to be so eager…" A strangled huff was heard right after. Clearly, despite her apologetic tone she was far from it, her poorly stopped laugh the most obvious proof he could have ever got.

He wanted to retort back, how could she claim being so apologetic then mock him so easily? But his words died when she pressed her lips against his collarbone. And at the contact, they both froze. Did she… just do what she told herself not to do not even an hour before?

Immediately after she threw herself up, flustered by what she just did. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I just… I don't know what came over me…" Her hands were immediately covering her face shamefully, shielding it from Ace. But the boy was far from being concerned about her shyness, the soft touch of her lips was way more comforting than what he could have possibly thought.

But when the silence they were in stretched more than what she knew shouldn't have been, normally Ace would have made a nasty comment by now, she peeked behind her finger so see what was troubling him. Much to her surprise, his cheeks were turning to a deep red, wide eyes staring at her with confusion. "You don't mind what I did?" Her timidity, this time, didn't seem to anger him, far from it, he was even nodding mindlessly.

It was now or never, right? She bent forward once again, her hot breath fawning over his skin a short instant before she pressed another kiss on the same spot as previously. A deep sigh was heard, and his body relaxed right after. It was good, surprisingly, how her touches were like heaven against his skin. He didn't think of himself as a romantic guy, but maybe that he was just trying to fool himself all this time. Because when her lips dragged lower and lower, forcing her to open his shirt, he knew damn well that he was too far gone for her.

And now that he had her draped all over himself, relishing into the way she was covering his body with all types of affection, the fact that they had never once kissed each other suddenly made him restless.

"Hey, prefect." She separated herself from his chest where she was lavishing him with her own praises. The rope of spit connecting his perked up nipple from her lower lips made an uncontrollable shiver run along his spine.

"Hmm?" She sat on his stomach, waiting for whatever he was going to say. But how unexpected it was, for him to suddenly jerk up and press his lips against hers. Just as fast, she moved back, hissing as her teeth throbbed with how hard he had hit her.

"SHIT— That hurts like hell!" He complained while desperately breathing air in as if it would cool his pain down. She put a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention, and only when he looked up could he see the frown on her face as she passed her tongue over her aching teeth.

"Be careful when you're trying to kiss someone." Her hands moved to his cheeks, angling his face towards hers with half lidded eyes. "It's supposed to be a mark of affection, you can't be too rough you know." And with that she pressed her lips against his, more softly than what he previously tried.

Oh he was definitely a romantic now.

The kiss was slow, his fingers finding solace by caressing her sides as her own hands went to his hair, playing with the small tresses that would often pass in the crevices adorning her hands. And one tug was enough to set the temperature higher, the all too familiar burning from their past session returning much harder. His tongue pressed against her lips, pressing against her own when she opened her mouth, and the open-mouthed kiss was the official announcement of yet another round.

The fingers that were exploring her chest grew bolder as they trailed down. Should he grind her against him like he did a while before? Anchoring them on her waist to leave marks testifying that he was here first? It was more than tempting actually, but he was more curious about something else. The kiss was broken so she could bite the back of her hand instead when she felt him grazing her clit.

Now what was he doing? Why was he suddenly caressing her in a place he had barely even thought about exploring before? While she was left panting over his shoulders, his thoughts swirled with delirious ideas.

Yeah, he was romantic as fuck, and needed to fuck her just as good. She was insecure about her damn body? Then he should just show her how much he appreciated it, and please her in a way that would make her forget about seeing any guy other than him. Maybe that they will drift apart at one point, that she will find someone else to nicely pamper her before fucking her up, but she would never forget about him. He's her first, and she will be obsessed with him till the end.

She was thrown on her bed much to her surprise, or more like a bunch of mattresses on top of one another to make up for the fact that the first one had fallen through the bedframe a few nights before, and he joined soon after.

Both of his hands dipped inside the blankets under her head as his face got closer to hers. Her face heated up when she opened her eyes to see him above her, a knee parting her legs mischievously before he shifted his body so he could be above her hips. His fingers dragged the loose shirt that she used as a pajama up, and her running shorts were pulled down, allowing him to see her pair of plain panties. Now was not the time to comment on it, he wanted to see how she would react once he was eating her out.

He quickly discarded the piece of garment away from his sight (they were just hanging on one leg) before tentatively blowing on where he thought her clit would be. And lucky him, immediately after she let out a small whimper to let him know that he found it. For a first time he wasn't that bad, huh?

His finger ran along her slit, finding quite easily her hole and pushing two in. Her arousal was enough for them, but he knew that he had to stimulate her a bit more if he wanted to fit one or two more inside. And so, disregarding her sound as he was more focused on a solution to please her, his attention switched back to her clit where his tongue slowly approached it. He was suddenly pressed against it, mouth fully enclosing it as she had taken a handful of his hair and tried to pull him closer.

Her fingers gripped and tugged his hair, frustration ironically eating her out as his tongue was pressed flat against the small bud he was sucking. At the same time, the slender limbs inside her picked up in pace. The overwhelming sensations all building up, the euphoria more present than ever before. Would she come undone in the next few seconds? Most probably she feared, but she was too much into this unholy craziness to allow herself to doubt too much. She was finally coming after all. He didn't left her to fend for herself for too long it seemed, maybe he even cherished her a little like her with him. And the happiness of such meaningless and unproved implications had so easily triggered her release.

His name, strangled, was cried as his head was trapped in-between her thighs that she had involuntarily closed. Despite how uncomfortable it was, he continued to lap at any of her juice his tongue could get, even taking the chance to explore her inside more thoroughly than with his fingers.

When her body eventually relaxed, he took the chance to move away from the warm spot between her thighs. He surprisingly liked it. Her heat, her taste, her skin, her noises, they were way more enjoyable than what he had thought. And his throbbing length was just as enamored.

When he saw her starting to fall asleep, he quickly moved her body around, giving small and painless slaps on her cheeks to keep her awake. "Hey prefect, don't fall asleep now. I still need you." She tiredly hummed, her mind still blurry as both sleep and pleasure claimed her mind. But he could see that she was barely responding.

He groaned as he tried to unbuckle his belt with one hand, the other one pulling her legs apart, and successfully opened it after struggling for a short while. Any trace of tiredness disappeared when she felt him entering her hole eagerly without much foreplay to back him up. Thankfully her previous release was enough to lub him, but the compassion for it was a highly sensitive and overstimulated body.

Her arms immediately joined themselves behind his neck, bringing him closer to her and forcing him to push a hand beside her head. He dragged his shaft back, the motion stealing one of the moans that were quick to build up at the back of her throat, before diving back inside her. The repetitive motion effortlessly broke her sanity, with each of them, paired with her previous climax, her brain became too overwhelmed.

At one point, he pressed back the bulb-like tip against her cunt with a hiss as she was babblering words of affection at him, hoping to make him move faster in her delirious state. Thankfully for her, his mind was just as muddy as hers, and he happily listened to her wishes.

His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He had fully, and unannounced, gone fully in and was squished by her tight warm walls. He felt like they were sucking him more with each twitch of his body, and maybe that was the case as her breath would adorably itch whenever he did so.

She was his. This body overflowing with insecurities and heating up with each passing seconds was his. It was him who had stick his cock so fucking deep inside that she had started babblering some nonsense about how much she loved him. Him who was brushing her cervix with his raw dick. She was the one that had made him wait for him to have some rubbers, but now she was fucked without one just because she was head over heels for his cock.

"A—Awn… So-… Y– You love me?" He wouldn't have tried to tease her a while ago, when she was sucking him off and he had prematurely come, but now that she had lost any bits of reasonable thinking, she was easy to talk to. And the way she was deliriously nodding made him smirk manically.

He slowly slid himself off before slamming back in with a noise that threatened to make any souls passing by cower with fear. She let out a high pitched moan that cut her answer off. She tried to regain herself back, but the sudden and continuous assault only managed to reduce her to a whining pitiful mess. His scent, down to his meat beating her, was too much for her brain to understand what was going on. After a few orgasms, the only thing it wanted was to feel Ace grinding up against her as her body chased yet another one of those releases.

"M- Much!" He hummed back, although it was broken from time to time as he would thrust into her worn down body without any care, to let her know that he was listening. "L— Love you zhis much!" Her slurred speech was barely discernible, but the heart she made with her fingers, hands pressed against the fat of her chest, was enough for him to understand.

And he came just with that.

His sudden hot, almost burning, semence made her shudder and a shiver ran through her body. But she didn't have much time to think about it before Ace laid beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist despite his fluid dripping out of her, he was not bothered. Far from it actually, he was quite proud about it.

When looked down at her, he was not surprised to see her already sleeping with tears already drying on her skin. She was definitely tired, and even if she had made a fuse earlier as she had asked him to take a bath, exhaustion had made sure to hit her before she could even think about it.

He was tempted to chuckle but stopped himself from doing when a yawn was forced out of his mouth instead. It was early in the night, barely the end of evening, but he sure was tired. And looking at her peacefully cuddling against him was a nice arguments to get him to close his eyes.

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The next morning, quite early at that as the sun barely peaked its nose between the dirty half ripped curtains, Ace woke up to movements by his side as he felt her sliding off the bed. He cracked his eyelids open, but the only thing he could make out was her putting on a pair of panties and a t-shirt, his shirt, that had been discarded the night prior.

She quickly left to go to who knew where, but he wasn't conscious enough to properly think about it. Whatever. He closed his eyes back after some time and tried to go back to sleep. His poor efforts were rewarded by the sound of the door cracking open.

Despite clearly trying to stay quiet, the wooden planks would howl under her weight and he eventually stopped trying after a while.

He reopened his eyes to her, hitching the bed cover up, ready to go back to sleep. He sat up which caught her attention and made her stop halfway through her action. She whispered soft words to him, excusing herself for waking him up, but the way she was bent over, trying to reach out for him as her shirt had moved way pass over her stomach and gave him a clear view of her soiled panties — the waking sun laying a soft blanket of light along the arch of her back, made an all too familiar intensity come back in his lower stomach.

He gripped her hand and pulled her under the cover. A small yelp left her, one that was quickly swallowed by him as he eagerly pressed his lips against hers in a messy kiss. Tongues and teeth meeting one another so early in the morning that she was barely conscious of it all.

A small giggle resonated in the room during the small time he had broken away from her to take a deep breath. The tip of his fingers had found a way inside her shirt, caressing the side of her stomach and leaving a stimulating trail of goosebumps behind them.

His lips went back to hers, but instead of connecting them, he left them hanging near each other teasingly. "Fuck, I want you…" He almost whined as his half awakened cock rubbed against her almost too shallowly.

"It's like 6 in the morning, we should sleep more before preparing for school." But her words fell into deaf ears as his hips moved with more force, his dick pressing against her despite the layers of clothes in-between them to the point where she could almost feel him penetrating her.

Her breath would be cut by a moan from time to time as she tightly gripped his shoulders. "Don't care about school." One harsh thrust made her bite the back of her hand with how loud her whine was. "I want to feel you again."

And maybe that she felt just the same because it was all it took for her to succumb to him.

When they finished, she could hardly feel her legs with how stimulated she had been in such a short amount of time. Each and every little movement brought the pain back, but it was also a pleasurable reminder of how much she liked it, enough that it almost made her ask Ace for more. Almost. Still it was enough for her to be more forgetful than usual.

Even Deuce had to step in when he picked both her and Ace up for school. He was a blushing mess as he pointed the trail of cum slowly dripping down her inner thigh. And when she had, quite detached at that much to his surprise, hoisted her skirt up to remove it with a piece of tissue, the sight of the ropes of cums desperately clinging between her exposed skin and underwear threatened to make him faint.

He didn't know what happened, but Ace would be sure to hear about his thoughts.

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Types of Simps | House of Fingolfin

A/N: I almost forgot this.

Types of Simps: Ainur | Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Imladris

⸼۰࿐·˚ Fingolfin — the “gentleman” simp

ʚɞ He’s a proud simp and he knows it. Fingolfin has no issue in showing you and everyone else how much he dotes on you. With that being said, he is still reserved with his actions and won’t outrightly initiate skinship in public.

ʚɞ Always ready to lend a helping hand with anything you require assistance; even if you do not and he sees that he can display his phenomenal strength with the underlying impression to flirt with you, he would.

ʚɞ Kid you not, if you were to call him out on his attempts at showing off his strength in a flirtatious manner, he will violently blush an argue that he wasn’t, he was simply helping someone in need (liar).

ʚɞ With his mature mind frame, he uses this to his advantage through his knowledge and responsibility. Playing with children to show you how family-orientated he is capable of being or fighting (internally combusting) the urge to scream (strangle) his older half-brother.

ʚɞ He enjoys speaking with you, mostly to hear your voice and swoon at the sound of it. Of course, he cannot be a gentleman by complimenting and praising you any chance he gets. Just know that he’s always ready to compliment you, so expect it anytime.

ʚɞ He’ll always make time to spend with you; seeking you out whenever his schedule is clear or even clearing a part of his schedule just to have you all to himself. A times he might become unruly and lie about his schedule to be within your presence.

ʚɞ Always offering his arm or hand for you to hold, opening doors, pulling out your chair, and offering you gifts. I can see him a tab bit possessive with wanting to ensure that others are aware you were taken, so he’ll give you something symbolic that states ‘taken’.

ʚɞ He’s a tad bit extravagant with gifting, believing that only the best for you, however, he does have his limits when it comes to being ostentatious (shocking considering that all the Noldor are ostentatious).

⸼۰࿐·˚ Fingon — the “enthusiastic” simp

ʚɞ There’s not a single person in a ten-mile radius that does not know he’s in love with you. His eyes literally sparkle whenever you walk by, or he hears your name, and this leads him to daydream about you. For you, his memory becomes superb; never forgets a thing.

ʚɞ Similar to his father, Fingon is ready to extend his arm, legs, and any body part he can offer to assist. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he will drop it and rush to your side eagerly to support.

ʚɞ Speaking of support, he is your number one supporter and will not allow anyone else to surpass him. As the person who adores you the most, he will go out of his way to show you how much he values you.

ʚɞ By this I mean receiving bouquets of your favourite flowers, him cooking or ordering your favourite meals, and desserts, and making the time (stealing away) to pay you a visit. He even goes out of his way to write you love letters, wanting to inform you about everything he adores about you.

ʚɞ As another singer in his family, you can also count on him to serenade you during dates or randomly. He enjoys seeing you cheerful, so he’ll take the chance and write songs for you and perform them in private.

ʚɞ He’s a mix of gentleman and love-sick puppy, but not the type to get jealous, however, he gets sad when you pay him less attention. The only thing that bothers him is the constant swarming of suitors around you which urges him to become heavily annoyed.

ʚɞ Whenever he’s around, there’s a slight rose-coloured blush on his dimpled cheek, and he uses the latter to get you to swoon. Always smiling and laughing to showcase his dimples just for you to compliment them. In return, he will compliment you endlessly. One time you praised him, and he nearly passed out.

ʚɞ He is a joyous person to be around, and he infects everyone else within the vicinity. You can never be down or sorrowful around him, this would lead to him becoming frantic at your sullen state, doing everything in his power to turn that frown upside down.

⸼۰࿐·˚ Turgon — the “quiet/subtle” simp

ʚɞ He knows he tends to embarrass himself a lot and so because of this, he tends to avoid you by standing in a corner away from everyone else and observing you. If someone called him out on it, he either goes quiet or immediately denies it and disappears.

ʚɞ Practices all the speeches he’d like to say to you and then the next time he sees you, he’ll walk in the complete opposite direction because either his words flew out his brain, became starstruck or bit his tongue.

ʚɞ If he does manage to gather the confidence, either he messes up his words and wants to fling himself off a balcony, or things go smoothly. Might have stumbled over a few words, but it when wonderfully.

ʚɞ He sends gifts to you with tiny notes because he still wants you to know it was him and not someone else. His way of ensuring that his position has been locked in. Note that his gifts are extravagant because he is Noldor.

ʚɞ Like most of the Noldorin men, he’ll later on gift you something that symbolises your status of being taken.

ʚɞ Not bold or open to affections both publicly and indoors, but he’ll kiss your hand or have an arm out for you to hold. Open a door and pull out chairs, give a kiss to the back of your hand and softly gaze into your eyes.

ʚɞ If someone were to ask him if he had feelings for you, he doesn’t deny it, it’s just that he wants to be able to confidently approach you without his nerves getting in the way. Should you be the one to initiate a conversation, his confidence will build and eventually he’ll talk to you with much ease.

ʚɞ You can count on him to defend you like his life depended on it. Make no mistake, Turgon would stand with you, tooth and nail, ensuring that your name and reputation will never be tarnished.

⸼۰࿐·˚ Argon — the “excited/clumsy” simp

ʚɞ He’s a love-sick puppy that trips over his two feet whenever you’re nearby. Always stumbling over the air or his feet because he is just so excited to see you.

ʚɞ If he’s not stumbling over his feet, it’s his words. He’d talk and talk until he realizes that he was not making any sense before growing silent and avoiding eye contact because he believes that you probably think of him as weird.

ʚɞ He does his best in hopes that you notice him and not take him as a fool. Which is why he practices a lot to ensure that he stops messing up.

ʚɞ A bit behind when it comes to remembering that gifts and trinkets are to be exchanged, but his cuteness and explanation would have you swooning. Argon’s gifts are considered less Noldor and simpler. Less flashy pieces of jewellery and more homemade items (cute).

ʚɞ He’s at your beck and call, just ask for him and he’s there with a bright smile and a blush on his face and a bit sweaty from how fast he’s been running to get there on time.

ʚɞ He does get jealous when others seem to have your attention. His face would contort into a resting face followed by a grumpy Argon who would melt the moment you call out to him. he just wants your attention.

ʚɞ Whenever you’re not looking, he’d waltz up to the person and let them know that you’re taken, so don’t even think about it.

ʚɞ Complimenting you is something he adores doing; taking notes from his older brothers and father, he’ll take a walk in their shoes and brilliantly compliment you with adoration in his eyes.

ʚɞ He tends to act all macho around you to mask the clumsy side to him because he believes that you’ll find him immature.

Masterlist

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Man 2023 was such a crazy year for AmaTsuka... I'm going to make a vague attempt at tabbing through Cataclysmic events in chronological order

February really kicked off the beginning of the year. First ominously seeing this header Tsukasa and feeling like, no... no... What's this? [brain shriveling up] call girl... phone sex... [REACQUIRES LIQUID] wait, Eros and Anteros?? [camera lens focusing] heart... necklace?

Matching? heart? necklace? hearts weighed on a scale? [crying]

[the event itself starts happening] [we see Amane's design in full and have to process he's some sort of corseted whore] Excuse me-!! Excuse me, sensei-!!!!! What does it mean! Help me!!

We get further information about how these demon brothers are extracting love from people and turning it into jewelry. (Ominously we receive no explanation on what their particular pieces of heart jewelry mean... LIKELY different in nature from the other hearts around them, but in what way? Not like we'll ever find out I guess.)

Like some sick doujin set-up, they're doing a competition where the loser must do what the other says at the end of this.

Deplorable... Reprehensible images. The vibes of this game they are playing with one another... The voting feels rigged anyways, because Amane's more capable of presenting himself appealingly, working everyone over.

This sucks I don't want to see what happens next I want to go home. [it persists.] I'm watching Nene-chan be TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF, WHY IS THAT HAPPENING. [it persists] fgwait why is Tsukasa eating chocolates where did he get those. [it persists] FEEEEEEED ? CHOCOLATE? OMINOUS ALLUDING TO WHAT WILL HAPPEN LATER? WHY!!!! but why am I in some sort of doujin. It's happening that way and I can't stop it...

As always, the twins get along better than you could ever predict. "For now" feed him chocolates. Ok

⬆ while trying to learn to cope from this, we are randomly blasted with this ⬇

End of February, this is revealed to us to be the inner sleeve of V19... DEVASTATION REIGNS, THIS IS THE SCARIEST IMAGE EVER... A Hanako with severe cock presence. Tsukasa's fair maiden quality ever emphasized by being surrounded by luxurious sakura petals, a special variety even... Fancy and cultivated. Tsukasa-chan...

Of course this is really stimulating when thinking about canon, this is our biggest look into the atmosphere of the deepest sanctum of Hanako's boundary. Perhaps Tsukasa was here suspended, sleeping beauty style... [horny]

Early March, getting this shikishi. It's more of a personal journey here, but getting an AU where the twins are simply... normal boys, alive, together, visibly, is a lot. Bandage boy Amane even...? Aesthetically, that one-?? Uough... Such a radiant Nene-chan here too... Thank you sensei. I'm grateful this time, not mad at you.

Advertising for V19, naturally we get to see scenes within it. I appreciate getting to see scenes again in color, at different angles etc. This image amuses me, it's like there are pheromones in the air. hot haze of red and purple... paralytic agents. Amane is dissociating and half-hard, as we like him to be.

Extra shikishi because of a G-Fantasy anniversary!

Of all AUs to return, never would've guessed this particular one would, from a set of icons/headers from 2022... That idol Tsukasa was already intriguing, but it's cool to see him in full. There's, a mysterious quality to his outfit, seeing it all, it's almost like the 'hakama' part is connected to his top, so. Are you just in a dress, Tsukasa..? I can't help but think you are...

This Amane meanwhile makes me laugh, WOOO he's here to stan, adorning purple in honor of Tsukasa's color. Tsukasa here has the big mic, he's our main singer. It's like a world where the twins figured out a hobby to pursue together, they can be obsessed with each other in this way, and blow off steam dancing whoreishly. Well congrats. Also I loev you yashiro. you look like. a cake topper. come to our dressing room after the show ok.

it's whimsical for asecond. but then sensei is out for blood. because

this happens. like dropping a big anvil on hundreds of mice. (the innocent fujoshi.)

this image convinces me sensei is evil and wants to hurt the girlies reading this manga. they're not holding back. i saw a deluge of tweets saying things like, Why does this look like a BL / the main characters? these are the main characters? / I can't read the chapter, the illustration won't let me / Why is it AmaTsuka

Everyone felt like they had a group hallucination. Why is it AmaTsuka... (It's always been AmaTsuka) (but still) Why is it this degree of it. Don't understand the deflowering vibes from this. Princess and knight. the torn butterfly wings and the flowers. the like evocative feminine orchids and the obscene wet feeling fruits. Tsukasa's sleeves being flower petals as well, he is the delicate feminine flower here. Hands pulling you close. "Searching for a reason to stand by your side." Why did you say that? Why did you do that? I feel like crying as I type this.

This is basically the most devastating event for the entire year and it happened so early, we spend the rest of the year still looking back and feeling faint. It's hard to be this valid, you all really cannot fathom, what it really means to be 'canon'... It's a pain I carry. Searching for a reasonnnnnnnnnn.....

Late March / beginning of April, and we are about to embark on our 6-month kitty cat crucible. AmaTsuka is going to become a genuine INTERSPECIES narrative, something I would've guessed blasphemous actually. But I suppose not... in this world, Tsukasa can be a child laborer/animal handler at a circus, and Amane can be his precious black kitten. With a little bell.

Amane runs off with Tsukasa, saving his life... They escape together, and are together still, 50 years later. How romantic. We're at the start, and it's already painful and glorious. Senseiiii!!

You know who is holding that cat tail. We have fun here, we take turns being the kitty. Tsukasa has a matching collar now, after all. :3

INTERLUDE for the April update, where we get Ch 101. ALIVE BOYS. CLOCK BOYS!! FIRST YEAR MIDDLE SCHOOL BOYS. OMEN!!!!!!

Serenading, beautiful Tsukasa... singing Over the Rainbow... This loving glance.

It's amazing to get a glimpse into their past, before the rope-burn and injury times. The prelude... Set in such a grim space as this area accessing the clock's inner workings. Captivatingly isolated, enclosed, kinda scary and dank... And we're brushing up against Amane's problem, how he won't say what he wants, won't make a decision. You need to make a decision, Amane...

Back. To the ryokan. Something something, there's a difficult to convey joke in Tsukasa's space, referencing sabi-neko (tortie cats (female cats?)) and also making a pun on 'service'. I get it I get it, Tsukasa is Amane's slave, you don't have to keep telling me...

Everyone gets along surprisingly well.

(This was an amazing year for TsuNene too, of course....)

I say all that but we do get revealed, during this cafe event, that. I guess Hanako is predatory and out here definitely seeming like he wants the guests to eat food to make them tastier and then get eaten. And Nene is also has insatiable lust to consume a human, which is like, upsetting, when you consider Tsukasa is a secret harbored human here. I guess Hanako has no issues with conspiring with his hot co-workers about how delectable humans are, while his 'twin brother' (not really?) (fetish RP?) is locked up in the closet or something. And I guess he does that all day and humps Tsukasa later like mmm my precious little dartyy secret boy.

Bonus thing, there was this insidious meta happening as I watched fujoshi repeatedly visiting the cafes and trying to eat as much scattered sushi and Tsukasa's Milk as possible. while the narrative is about entrapping people and fattening them up for slaughter. IG it felt kind of ghoulish that they couldn't resist the bait of the location and presentation of the meals.

August. Who are they lol? Some more fetish outfits... Amane and his collars, and Tsukasa looking like some little hentai mask girlie. The vibe is like, Amane is a cool super villain, and Tsukasa is there to go kyaaaa ❤

There's some stupid mokke promotional image that informs us these boys have ? horsie tails? so they are like, unicorns? We're having fun with animalish boys lately, I suppose... Thank you sensei (???) I can think about these unicorn boys and a fair maiden now.

Later in August, V20's inner sleeve images. Simply satisfying to see, thank you... back against back...

AND DELIGHTFULLY we get Amane-kun and Tsukasa-kun sillytimes too. AMANE BEING JEALOUS!! SHITTY!!! If you spend too much time working on a school festival, your older brother is going to feel abandoned and lonelyyy...

Starting September a little diabolically. Kitty in lap... This serene expression on Tsukasa... The fujoshi were troubled once more, that it could Be Like This.

Petting you, scritching your chin, going to pick the cattail fluffs out of your fur... Intimate moments like these must happen all the time. Sighhh...

Advertising V20 later in September. These images are so-- the genders. Amane looks like he is going to beat Tsukasa with that wrench. Scary guy. Tsukasa, a natural vixen, as usual. The framing of him before the big clock... Artful.

Bonus lil sad guy in late September... A look into the Amane that misses Tsukasa when he went missing. XU !!! I like to think he was truly helpless without Tsukasa there, pining for him.

Fsr between everything, TsuNene is getting buck wild and ramping up, until you get Tsukasa kissing Nene... She gets smallified in the manga and I'm suddenly like wtf canon moments of oniiloli for TsunNene. And Monster Nursery comes back so it really hammers in. IT'S JUST A VERY INTERESTING YEAR PSYCHOLOGICALLY. And VERY fun if you're me, shipping all 3 of them. Woooooo (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Anyways November has our last couple major beats...

Tsukasa asserting that Amane won't come if he called, never has, alludes to so much. Why were you calling? For what, how long, what convinced you Amane would never? The idea of a Tsukasa that would plead to be saved or helped in any manner is dizzying. Beyond that — does Tsukasa not believe he has implicit value, not something Amane covets...?

(Meanwhile, I have to love that he confides this to Nene, and encourages her to get them out of this situation. Tsukasa had to make his way out of his own entrapment[?] in the past, and he believes Nene can too. They're similar, aren't they? Hehe.)

The pacing of the fall, Tsukasa catching Nene, then the ambiguous line, as if he mouthed Amane's name to himself...

And he shows up, like your hero, I guess.

'何？' ⬅ ??? ??? ?? Atrocious. Could that truly be your response? With that expression? Moody, hands in pockets, acting cool... You do all that and then you throw Tsukasa's handcuffed arms over your neck. Saving your two captive princesses... It's absurd out here. The fujoshi are dying for a reason.... You get sick of inhaling the toxic fumes of twincest miasma.

I suppose to make me less angry at them, AidaIro present a final birthday offering.

Naughtyyy shrimpt stealing boy... I can't believe it. Amane! You would steal the shrimps your mom is slaving away at, and hand them to your brother. He's going for more! Tsukasa is innocent and he of course must appreciatively eat your pilfered shrimp... But goodness.

Iet's simple, it's cute, it's a lovely illustration with lovely colors, it depicts another moment from canon we haven't seen (right before photos?) Silly and cute and says a lot about their relationship still! I feel like Tsukasa is often passive like a sweet kitten while Amane is a naughty boy. Wah!

A truly devastating glorious year, I feel so valid, I feel like I'm stuck on my throne, which is also a torture device, I'm strapped to it, there's a horrendous machine stuffing grapes in my mouth, I'm being laughed at, I'm crying. That's what it is like to ship AmaTsuka right now I suppose. HanaNeneTsuka thrums in the background all the while, ominous and foreboding. We get closer and closer to the end goal of all 3....

I'm looking forward to 2024. よろしくお願いします.

#☀️#❤️💜#this is my Yugi twins wrapped post

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Base Yandere Yoruichi Headcanons: She Was Your Pet, You Are Hers (+Scenario)

#Yandere #YandereYoruichi #YandereBleach #YandereHeadcanons #YandereScenarios #Scenarios #Headcanons #Bleach #BleachYoruichi #Yoruichi #Yoruichixreader #GenderNeutralReader #Reader

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another chapter, Bleach theme! I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here muffins!]

(Disclaimer: Yoruichi is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, just do not be illegal or gross about it. Also, remember to separate headcanons from canon and fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.)

-Base Yandere Headcanons with Yandere Yoruichi X Gender Neutral Reader-

.She is playful and laid back most of the time.

.She had been born a noble and was captain of squad 2.

.Though she does not act like the other nobles in the soul society.

.She also can be very flirty.

.When she met you, she was stunned.

.She watched you in her cat form, taking advantage of you not knowing she is a cat.

.Being able to give biscuits to your boobs and to lay on your chest and lap.

.When she does reveal herself to you, she loves to make you fluster always showing you her naked form and making you freak out in embarrassment.

.She also does not like to wear clothes and will longue in your home in little to none or completely naked.

.She can be serious when it is needed.

.She is also protective of you.

.Keeping you safe and sound is her goal.

.Though she as a yandere is very playful and teases you happily.

.She is also the dom in the relationship most of the time.

.She does not mind courting you and being the one to take the lead.

.She can be firm and seductive with you.

.She also will do what it takes to keep you safe.

.If that means locking you away to keep you safe she will.

.Your safety is very important to her.

.She adores you and knows she has to be hard on you when it is needed.

.She is the yandere that can go from playful and sweet to firm and in control.

.It is a harsh contrast sometimes.

.She would deal with rivals firmly, taking care of them very seriously.

.She would confess to you, in a very serious way.

.Shocking you, but you know she means it.

.If you say yes, life will be very good, you will be a sweet couple and she will keep you forever.

.If you say no she is going to still watch you in your cat form keeping you safe and seducing you until you love her.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS now onto the Scenario, I am going to do it with Yoruichi revealing herself to you!]

(No One's POV)

You get back from a long day at work. You just wanted to take a hot bath, and pet your cat while you ate dinner, and watch TV. You walk in and look at him. He is looking at you with that same serious look.

"Hey sweetie, I know I am late, and let me get you some milk, then I will make us a bath." You tell him, and he watches you as you get the milk.

You pet him as he laps up the milk. Then go to the bath running the water. Not letting it get too hot so it does not burn him. You never checked if he was a boy or girl, but you swear you heard him meow in an almost human male voice. You hear him come in and start to remove your clothes. Suddenly there is smoke, and you feel someone wrap their arms around you! You scream and then hear a woman.

"Oh, come now, I thought you be used to me by now." You hear her say and turn around.

Your cat is gone, but there stands a beautiful woman. Wearing the collar you got for your cat. "Who are you?" You ask, blushing and realizing she is naked.

"I am Yoruichi, your "pet" Cat." She says, leaning down.

"But my cat is a boy!" You exclaim! "And how can a cat be a person!?"

"Your cat was always female, and you never checked."

She blushes more at that. "O-Oh..."

Your face goes even more red, and she smirks. "Also, there is a lot you are going to learn about me. Just Know I am yours, and I am going to make you mine (Name)~ You belong to me~" She tells you and pulls you into a kiss.

You squeak in the kiss, and she smirks, hands on your hips. You were now hers, and she was never letting you go~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

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twilight-at-midnight · 1 year

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High functional autism

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader

Warnings: Slight bullying

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Request: Edward X High functioning Autistic (used to be called Asperger's) reader who loves reading and writing stories??? :) It's nice to see representation in media (Sheldon Cooper from BBT kinda puts people off, but other stuff like the Book "The Kiss Quotient" are more relatable!)

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Out of all the classes you were enrolled in, you favored creative writing and debate most out of all others.

Study could be considered as another favorite, as you could take advantage of the time to either read or think of an idea for your short stories. You were a very talkative person as well, and sadly, that had lost you a few friends while others grew tired of you. That included the teachers, and teachers are supposed to be like your given ultimate protection from the mean kids at school.

You would speak almost non stop, the only friend that stood by your side was Bella Swan, she never once considered judging you just because of your diagnosis of High Functioning Autism. She was one of the few who didn’t and who could oversee that and be friends with you anyways. After Bella, Edward Cullen soon follows and he seemed to have taken quite an interest in you, and Bella couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous as she had always thought of him as handsome and wanted nothing more then to be with Edward. But at the same time, she couldn’t intervene because she just wanted happiness for the both of you. Just like Bella, Edward had felt as though he needed to protect you after learning of your diagnosis.

The thing was you were handing in your assignment for creative writing and after getting the best score out of everyone else, that’s where the teasing had started. Some even gave you the nickname, teacher’s pet and you couldn’t lie that it was hurtful. Bella nor Edward stepped into your defense because you haven’t said a single word about the hell you’ve been enduring through the school hallways of Forks High School. When they did find out, it was when they discovered you in the ladies room, quietly sobbing in case anyone walked by. Edward had a look of wordy, he couldn’t go in the ladies room without being seen, so Bella did and started talking to you, wanting to figure out what was wrong. Admittedly, you had wanted to be left alone at first when you were found, but Bella wasn’t having any of it as she remains there until you’re ready to tell her what’s going on.

It took a few moments to gather your thoughts before spilling the beans completely about your school life, the teasing and bullying along with everything that’s been going on. Bella was not too happy of course that you hadn’t report this to her or Edward and what set her off was the showing of your grade from creative writing course and when she reads over it, she was now really upset about this, so much so that you were beginning to feel bad about telling the actual truth, than you started apologizing.

Bella stops talking your ear off once she heard the apology.

“Are you serious? This is why you’ve been teased? What the hell is wrong with people?!”

“I’m sorry..” you say quietly, Bella than looks your way.

“Don’t be, it’s not you. It’s them and it always will be them. You’re very strong and capable of extraordinary things, things that had given you something most people don’t have, you were one of the few lucky ones. It makes you quite unique, I love your short stories and the way you pick a book to read to me and Edward on the lawn during lunch hour. You may be a talker, but there’s no need to worry when it comes to talking to me. Don’t listen to them, okay? They just don’t know the real you.”

You slowly nod in agreement while taking her outstretched hand to pull you to your feet and follow back out behind her.

It was almost startling to see that Edward was waiting for you.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Nothing now, everything is okay.” Bella lies.

“Nothing now, I just had a bad day is all. Everything is fine now.” You say, backing Bella up on her lie.

Later on that night, something would happen to make everything change.

You had followed Bella to town along with two of her new friends as they were there to pick out dresses for the prom. You weren’t paying any attention until Jessica had mentioned your name, confronting you about it.

“Are you even listening,(Y/n)?”

It was a little embarrassing, because you didn’t have a book with you to read and you didn’t want to find yourself talking so much to the point these people would walk away like the rest have done in the past.

Jessica and Angela had no idea of your diagnosis, and they were a bit impatient with you. Looking up at them, you see Jessica in a beautiful lavender dress and you sincerely thought it looked head over heels beautiful on her. All it really was incredibly stunning, so much so that she shouldn’t have to try on anymore dresses.

“Of course! I love that one on you, it’s very pretty.”

“If there’s something else you’d rather be doing, you’re welcome to leave and meet us back at the restaurant for dinner as planned.” Jessica says.

“Will do. Um.. there’s actually a book I’d like to go and pick up from a nearby store.”

“Want me to come with?” Bella offers.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

After walking out of the store, you started making your way back to the restaurant, and part of that route goes through a sketchy dark alley that didn’t quite feel safe to walk through. Even if you weren’t alone, it gave anyone and eerie feeling not to go through it.

You were going to bravely continue in the alley, until you saw some creepy homeless dudes messing around with a pack or two of beers in hand. On instinct, you quickly turn to go the other way, or at least, you tried to from the sketchy men. The red flags started showing when they spot you before getting over closer to you, making unwanted advances towards you. With your diagnosis, it was often difficult for you to fight alone, but you wouldn’t give these disgusting homeless men the satisfaction in becoming vulnerable to them, you wanted to fight back and that’s exactly what you were going to do. After the first advanced had taken place, you were more furious than you were at all scared.

“Don’t touch me!” You snap, trying to back away.

The men started surrounding you, making remarks.

“Where do you think you’re going? Come with us, we’ll show you a good time!”

That’s when you got scared and really tried to fight them off. What saved your life was the sound of tires screeching as an unrecognizable car pulled up with Edward existing it.

He demands you to get in the car, which you do.

“Get in the car.” Edward orders firmly as he walks over to the men.

You watch from the passenger’s seat as Edward scared them off with a death glare that read, “If you hurt her, you will have to deal with me.” It was impressive to say the least, though Edward scared them off by dominating the situation, he climbed back in the car furious and nearly ran over one of the men who laid a unwanted hand on you.

Edward quickly sped off, right on out of there with you safe and sound. That was a night neither of you would ever forget. The situation was like a roller coaster and you wanted nothing more than to forget about it, but you would always be grateful for Edward getting there in the nick of time. After the incident, you used part of the scenarios in your short stories and had given them to Edward to read. He loved the effort you had in writing, and wanted you to write some more sometime while sitting on the lawn with both Bella and himself during lunch hour and read to them.

You read them aloud the book you had bought from that very store. Living with high functional autism was not always difficult, best friends made it not seem so difficult. In your case, you had two best friends that you were closest to, and everyone knew it. Those friends were Edward and Bella, they were always there for you.

That was all that matters, you no longer didn’t care what others thought.

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deltadex · 11 months

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Arcane's symbolism: Meaning of Vi

Of all the Arcane characters, I feel that Vi's name carries the most meaning in relation to her character.

Besides being associated with love in general, violets are also linked with lesbian love (thanks to Greek poet Sappho, who's poems centered around the relationships between women, who often wore the flowers). It's clear how this ties in with Vi and her relationship with a certain Pilty...

As for the shortened version of her name, Vi can be interpreted as the Roman numeral for the number six (which her stylised cheek Tattoo alludes to).

In Numerology, the number six is "the embodiment of the heart". It represents unconditional love and is a powerful force of compassion and empathy. The number six's strengths include:

Supportive - will be the first to provide a shoulder to lean on, truly try to understand, and give heartfelt advice. ("You wanna talk about today?", "We've all had bad days, but we learn, and we stick together")

Protective - its unconditional love extends to all people which allows it to speak up for those that don't have a voice. Especially fierce when it comes to family. (e.g. Vi standing up for Powder when Milo complains about her, her willingness to fight for the people of the Undercity)

Romantic - works hard to create peaceful relationships and is fluent in all love languages. Only happy when its other half is happy. (Romance we are yet to see...)

Its weaknesses include:

Passive - in order to keep the peace, six may allow itself to get taken advantage of. Would rather go along with an undesirable option than make waves. (We only really see this part of Vi when it comes to Powder/Jinx. "It's alright Powder, at least you're okay", "We can just go. We can leave and never come back")

Self-sacrificing - so willing to sacrifice itself for others that it neglects its own needs and well-being. Often overlooks the the self-care that would make it feel balanced. (e.g Vi willing to turn herself in to the enforcers. She has little regard for her own safety, putting herself in danger several times throughout the series in order to find her sister.)

Idealistic - expects everyone to treat others the way it does, which it believes would lead to a perfect world. When it realises its ideals are unattainable, it may face extreme upset. ("I grew up knowing I'm less than them, that my place is down there. I want Powder to have more than that and I'm willing to fight for it". Another moment that comes to mind is the council scene, where Vi becomes frustrated with the council for not sharing Jayce's view on stopping Silco. "This is how things are, how they've always been. I was so stupid to think it could change.")

(Going off point here: I noticed that Caitlyn has many of these qualities as well, in some cases exhibiting them even stronger than Vi. In this way, they are more similar than they realise. They both lead with their hearts.)

Let's move on to the third and final meaning, which lies in the realm of Tarot Cards. The sixth card in what is called the "Major Arcana" is, very fittingly, The Lovers.

This card has two different meanings, depending on its orientation in a reading:

1. The Lovers Upright

Represents conscious connections and meaningful relationships. The appearance of this card shows that you have a strong, beautiful connection with a loved one. You may believe you have found a soul mate or life partner. The chemistry between you goes beyond just physical attraction to something that is almost spiritual (AKA CaitVi).

While it typically represents a romantic tie, The Lovers card can also refer to a close friendship or family relationship where "love, respect and compassion flow" (AKA Vi and Jinx's sisterly bond)

The Lovers card is one of open communication and raw honesty. Its appearance is a sign that by "communicating openly and honestly with those you care about, you will create a harmonious and fulfilling relationship built on trust and respect". It's an invitation to open your heart and be vulnerable around someone (the scene that comes to mind is the one where Caitlyn and Vi are lying on the bed, and Vi talks about the childhood game her and Powder used to play. She shows a surprisingly amount of vulnerability, which leads to an intimate moment between her and Caitlyn. By being vulnerable, Vi instigated progression of their relationship. )

On a more personal level, the card is about defining your beliefs and values and staying true to them. You are figuring out what your philosophy is and what you stand for. (This is something we see Vi struggle with throughout the series. Vi's ideologies are constantly challenged and therefore evolving. In Act 1, it's through Vander's teachings, and the rest of the series, it's Caitlyn challenging everything she thought she knew about enforcers and Topsiders in general. Even so, the biggest threat to her value system is in the finale, where she is faced with whether or not she should choose to put some of her own values aside to maintain her relationship with Jinx. I think we will see a continuation of this personal journey in season 2: Is she going to follow Vander's example or forge her own path? Will she choose to believe the Piltover and the Undercity's relations can improve, or will they forever be "oil and water"? Who is she when she isn't constantly striving to reconnect with her sister? Will she ever be able to forgive her for everything she's done? Will she ever be able to forgive herself?

At its heart, The Lovers is about choice. Who you want to be. How you want to connect with others. This card is often a sign that you are facing a moral dilemma and must consider all the consequences before acting. It is advised not to make a decision out of fear, guilt or shame. Your values system is being challenged, and "you are being called to take the higher path, even if it is difficult."

Finally, The Lovers card encourages you to unify dual forces and bring together two parts, one that are seemingly in opposition, to form a harmonious "whole" (very fitting for a show whose central theme focuses on duality). This is where I see Vi and Caitlyn working together to forge peace between the two sides of the city, which is the reason she eventually becomes an enforcer. And, naturally, acceptance of this unified duality may also lead to the initiation of a relationship with Caitlyn.

2. The Lovers Reversed

Reversed, The Lovers can signal a time when you're out of sync with those around you, especially your loved ones (and it's no secret that Vi and Jinx have become "out of sync"). You're relationship is strained and communication is difficult. Depending on the case, you can either try to bring love and compassion to the situation, or you can accept that you've grown apart and move on (this is the harrowing decision that Vi is facing).

The Reversed card may reflect that there are feelings in a relationship that aren't mutual. One person may be more emotionally involved than the other which, down the line, can lead to disappointment and insecurity. You may also be reluctant to open your heart for fear of getting hurt. (This is basically the "oil and water" scene beat for beat. Vi is afraid of opening up to a relationship with Caitlyn and shatters the prospect of "mutuality" by stating that it "wasn't meant to be". And then there's Vi's relationship with Jinx, which also has a lack of mutuality, at least from Jinx's point of view: "I thought, maybe you could love me like you used to, even though I'm...different". i.e Why can't you love the new me like you loved Powder? It hurts because it's not that Vi doesn't love her, it's that she doesn't love her in the way that she wants her to, thereby leading to her choosing Jinx over Powder. She can't go back to being Powder. After all, "she fell down a well".)

Not only does the card refer to relationships with others, it also speaks to self-love and respect. To what extent do accept your identity and the value you offer the world? (I doubt Vi has any self-love and respect left, which is really sad. Her self-worth was already damaged in childhood; "I grew up knowing that I'm less than them. That my place is down there." This feeling of worthlessness was only exacerbated by her time in prison, where she was beaten senseless by the gaurds on a regular basis. You can tell by the way she carelessly throws herself into danger that she doesn't believe she's of any value except for being her sister's protector.)

The card encourages you to be mindful of when you look at other people and wish you were more like them. "Understand that if you can recognize these traits in others, it is because you have them within you." (In other words, what you perceive in others is a way for you to recognize your own strengths. Vi looks at Caitlyn and sees this amazingly kind, good-hearted and empathetic person. But what she doesn't realise is that she has these qualities as well. Caitlyn even points it out: "Despite it all, I can tell. You have a good heart ". Despite her constant cynicism towards Caitlyn, this quality still managed to shine through, enough for Caitlyn to notice it. My hope for next season is to see Vi get in touch with her tender side again after having to be tough for so long.)

If the Lovers Reversed shows up in a reading, you might face a tough choice with significant consequences (Vi faces the ultimate choice in the now infamous "tea party" scene, where Jinx presents her with the question: "Where should I sit? That's your choice, really." But what Vi doesn't expect is the way she has to answer that question: by choosing whether or not to kill Caitlyn.)

Instead of making a decision based on your values, you feel tempted to cut corners. (Vi tries to evade the dilemma by suggesting that they leave together. Nevertheless, this only makes the situation worse by riling up Silco.) The Lovers Reversed encourages you to reconsider and choose the path most in alignment with your values - no matter how difficult it might be (this might be a hint to Vi letting go of any prospect of a having a normal relationship with her sister again)

Lastly, this card can also suggest inner conflicts and being at war with oneself, rather than with external forces. You may be punishing yourself for something you have done or consider yourself responsible for. (Vi clearly has an extreme sense of guilt. She was the big sister that was in charge of taking care of her siblings, and when it came to it, save Vander. Even though there are several factors at blame, she feels responsible for the death of her family and her sister's poor mental health. Not only that, she also feels guilty for not being able to support Ekko and Powder in the time following that fateful night. It must eat her from the inside out: If I just hadn't gone through with the heist, none of this would have happened. Why did I have to hit Powder? Why did I have to call her a jinx? I have no one left, and it's all my fault. I'm the real jinx.

Now, let's take a step back and see what the running theme is here. Considering each of the three meanings her name represents, it's easy to see: Vi is the human embodiment of the heart. And love is the force that drives her. Nevertheless, sooner or later she's going to flatline. A heart must both give and receive blood for it to continue beating.

From what we've seen, there is NO DOUBT that Vi is able to give immense amounts of love; it's literally permanently tatooed onto her. But the question remains; will she be able to let herself receive it?

Sources:

fnp.com

numerology.com

biddytarot.com

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Every Kiss Begins with Kill♡

okay so my story was taken down on a03 and my account was suspended for “abuse”. I literally don’t know why. I’m actually very angry about it and if I wasn’t going to jump off then I’m going to jump off now. So I’ll just be uploading the chapters here on tumblr.

Im honestly sorry about this folks, I really am. But I’m already living on the edge and a03 takes forever to fix problems so I might just stay on tumblr. This one isn’t as edited as the original because I usually do the formatting and stuff IN A03. So this is copied straight out of google docs. I know it’s not exactly convenient but this is what we have to work with 😕 I’m sorry yall

Now! Onto the first chapter!

No TW for the first chapter! (I think)

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It was the big day.

Today was Halloween.

You had to admit, you were excited, not for the costumes or cool decorations, more for the candy. It was always the candy. Last year, you couldn’t go trick or treating due to your dog being sick. You decided to stay home and watch over poor Brazen to make sure she didn’t pass. You didn’t regret it though, thankfully candy was cheap and the next day you went down to the dollar store and rewarded yourself with a big bag of lollipops. So as must do on Halloween day, you put on your costume and went outside. You dressed up as something not too overly complicated. It was a bit hot under the costume but you knew it might be cold. Your mother reminded you to be safe before you left the house.

You walked down the street happily, collecting candy from your neighbors. Although you felt you were a bit too old to be doing this, especially as a high school student. Your shame quickly faded when you saw just how full your candy bag really was. All that walking paid off, although you were a bit out of breath. It wasn’t surprising considering you couldn’t even run that one lap in PE. For someone who played sports, you were really out of shape. You couldn’t run for the life of you, not commenting on the fact that if you walked too much you also were somehow out of breath.

You happily stopped at the side of the sidewalk to examine your candy (and to catch your breath). You had a lot of Jolly Ranchers, your favorite flavor was grape but you thought blue was good as well. You had chocolate too of course, but you had more Snickers than Jolly Ranchers at this point. You settled for a few of the grape Jolly Ranchers, pulling out your phone, you watch TimeWatch (tiktok) for a bit before deciding to keep going. You stood up, stretching then you headed onto the next neighborhood, I mean, your bag wasn’t completely full yet. It’s not like God would get on you for taking advantage of the gifts of other people.

“Hey is that Y/n?” A voice called out.

“I think so,” One responded.

“Oh god…” Another voice replied.

Oh yeah, he would.

Fuck.

Gluttony is a sin.

God dammit.

•

As per usual, your friends were absolute assholes. They made you feel unwanted, as if they didn’t want you to be there. Whenever you needed groups, they find some way to exclude you unless you did the work for them. They had no idea how smart you really were. You supposed it was their loss but still, they made you feel some type of way. So you left early, you just slipped away. They didn’t even notice, you didn’t think they ever did. It always hurts you to think about it, the fact that it even still surprises you.. You assumed they’d finally accepted you, but it stayed the same.

You huffed, making your way back down the neighborhood. It was completely dark now, the temperature was a bit cold. You could feel the breeze on your face, you shivered a bit at it. However, you thought you’d saw something behind you, you brushed it off as you being paranoid. You didn’t blame yourself, it was cold and dark outside. You were almost home, you only had to pass through one more neighborhood before you got to your house. The neighborhood lights in front of you flickered ominously. There stood a man, he was large and red with long horns on the top of his head.

That’s when you heard it—

“Did you know that the human body tastes similar to pork?”

You were terrified for 10 seconds before realizing that he was probably just another trick or treater trying to scare you.

“Uh no? Nice costume by the way,” You said before casually walking away.

He stopped in front of you once more.

“Did you know that ribs are the hardest part for the average person to pull out?”

Maybe they just were just very dedicated to the character. Probably a Game of Thrones fan.

“Who are you dressed up as?”

“Mmh…a murderer….” His voice was deep, it was smooth almost like soft velvet or tissue. It made you feel a sense of anxiety, I mean, you just met the guy. Somehow, you thought he was hot, classic you.

It was kind of attractive if you thought about it. Nothing you couldn’t control though.

He must be a horror fan, cool.

“Cool, I thought you were the devil. You know, with the horns and stuff,” You pointed to his horns and shrugged.

He continued to breathe heavily, that’s when you noticed he didn’t have any candy.

“Hey man, you don’t have any candy. You want some of mine?,” You said, offering your bag to him. He grabbed it slowly, picking up a piece of candy. (Specifically a blue Jolly rancher, the man had taste apparently) He ate it with the wrapper on and then smiled creepily at your terrified face. Perhaps you realized who he really was—-

“Did you just eat that with the wrapper on?”

He stopped and looked at you. In fact, he looked confused. Who took the wrapper off? You grabbed another blue Jolly Rancher, you opened it right in front of him. He stared at you, still a bit confused at the point you were making. You shook your head, handing the candy over to him. He looked at you once more, giving you a skeptical look. He sighed and put it in his mouth. A burst of favor immediately hit him, the demon looked shocked. As if he was learning a great discovery. You, on the other hand, laughed at him.

“You’re funny man,” Shaking your hand once more, you handed him an armful of candy.

“I’ll see you around,”

And with that you headed home.

•

Bob was pissed.

It was his FIRST failed murder of the day, Halloween had just begun, it was only 10 pm. The kids didn’t shut down till about 1 am. Still, it really did make him think about you. He didn’t even get to pull out his knife before you were offering him something. There’s no way you knew who he was. Not with how chill you were acting about it. His usual smile dropped into a somewhat confused look. You’d left by now.

All Bob had to do was go through the other neighborhood, the more popular ones would sure have possible victims.

But he couldn’t help finding himself thinking about going after you.

#bob velseb x reader #Every Kiss Begins With Kill #yandere bob x reader #yandere bob velseb #bob velseb #spooky month bob #spooky month #spooky month 5 #bob x reader

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divinetrance · 2 years

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[cw: addiction, intoxication, hypnosis?, please ask to tag!]

To any reader who is not my Master ( @the-norsemans-desires ),

You might find yourself wondering what people find so hot about addiction. What can be gained from the temptation of letting something consume you fully? I mean, it could so easily ruin your whole life, right? Especially an addiction to hypnosis, an addiction to dropping, to being mindless and blank. It’s so easy to get lost in those feelings and never come out. Even when awake, the addiction is still there. That craving is still there, isn’t it? Don’t bother answering, I know it is.

And that’s terrifying, right? It scares you how badly you need to go under. You’re scared to lose control. I know you want to drop and never come back up, always feeling the blissful pleasure that comes with trance and sinking ever deeper. And you’re scared to give up your control to the wrong person.

Oh, because the other person is the scariest part of it all. I know. Because so easily an addiction to being hypnotized can be tied to another person. Just thinking about them makes your head feel fuzzy, thinking becomes harder every single time they enter your thougths.

Do you get it yet? Or do you still think it’s too scary? Don’t you see, the fear of being taken advantage of is what drives the arousal, feeling the love of the chase. But trusting someone enough to not cross any lines? That’s the hottest fucking thing ever. They could break you, take you as their own, and lock you away for good, only to be used for their own pleasure, but they don’t. Because they love having you squirm back to them, begging for more. Chuckling at you, knowing that you can’t go over an hour without rubbing your thighs together, thinking of them. And you keep coming back for more, because it just feels so fucking good. Humans have always enjoyed seeing how far they can take something before hurting themselves. We have learned nothing from Icarus’ tale and no one cares to understand the lesson.

And to Master,

See, and all of that is what I’m talking about when I talk about being addicted to you, Darling. I love that you feed my addiction to trance. The only thing I love more is my addiction to you because of it. I’m sorry it took me so long to write this but I needed to starve myself of your attention to accurately depict how badly I need you. God, right now I might break down and beg you to fuck me after two triggers, max? It’s only been a few hours and I’m already shivering from the underlying arousal that comes with thinking of you, just thinking about your words drives me wild. I’m fucking obsessed with talking to you.

It’s not just about you dropping me. I love listening to you speak about anything, just don’t stop. I feel good every time we talk. You make me feel heard and safe. That’s not an easy thing to do. It almost scares me how much I actually trust you. But I’m trusting myself because you’ve passed every test. You listen and even when I push you to take me further down the rabbit hole, you tell me no. The fact that you want a good life for me is what makes you intoxicating. Feeling no fear in being honest with you about what I want, that’s what I love. Of course I’m scared, you feel too good to be true.

I keep expecting the other foot to drop, for you to cross the line that I dare you to cross but you don’t. You love my addiction as much as I do, maybe even more. Because I hold back, trying not to want to give you everything, but you hold the greater temptation of not taking everything when it’s offered. I’m so proud of you for being strong but I won’t be upset if you ever lose control. I can only tease you for so long before it’s consider cruel, right? Or am I just tempting you to get what I really want, which is full release of my self control, to fully give into the addiction?

Either way, thank you for talking with me and indulging my habit! I love serving you and the pleasure that comes with it. I love the way you fuck me, I love feeling you inside me. I love how your words drain everything from me, leaving myself blank and empty and mindless, just for you. Feeling dazed when I’m brought out of trance, just to hear another trigger, it makes my eyes roll back. Listening to myself beg for more, even though I’m so tired already? That’s addiction, that’s obsession, that’s the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt and it’s because of you, Master. Every touch, every thrust, every mind break keeps me thinking of you constantly.

I still don’t know if you meant for this to happen or if I just couldn’t resist thinking about you for such a short period time but, I have to talk about this morning. I woke up and I wasn’t awake for more than 10 minutes before I was thinking about you and squirming again. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I was moaning in minutes and mmy hands wouldn’t stop touching. I was feeling just as good as I felt the night before. I couldn’t stop the overwhelming pleasure from consuming me in a flame, desperately humping away at my vibrator to ease my own heat. It just isn’t as satisfying without you.

Surrendering to those feelings, surrendering to you always does feel best. I can fully let it all in and let you overwhelm my senses, take control. I need that from you. I crave your control so badly and I wish you would change me into exactly what you want me to be. I want to know that I changed for you. I want to serve you and be as much use to you as I can be. You deserve it for how amazing you make me feel.

Why do you think I don’t resist you? Sure I do, for fun, but actually trying? I don’t want to. I fucking love how intoxicating it is ot feel your command overwhelm me, drag me down deeper. I crave the feeling of release that comes with giving in to you. I only even try resisting because you want me to but I love giving in more. I love being used by you more, feeling your words. I’ll give into your words all the time. I love dissolving into nothing more than a moaning, desperate whore for you, babbling away about whatever prompt you give me. Im sure im barely intelligible then but I know every word is true, because when im desperate for you is when im mkst honest. Why do you think I just start rambling about random things sometimes? Im trying not to ask you to drop me again.

Because the last thing I want is to make you feel as though I just want you for what you give me. I want you to know that I really do enjoy your company. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel. I want to service you and be what you want. I need to, I need to worship you in any way I can to repay for everything I feel when im with you.

Feeling you take everything away and feel how empty and quiet it was, I felt uneasy. It was uncomfortable. I don’t just crave or want it, no I need you inside of me to remind me that I’m yours. I need to keep feeling you all the time, my addiction is too strong. It was only a few minutes that it was all gkne but I was already starting to ache. I started writhing around, looking for where you went but I couldn’t find you. I hate that feeling of you just being gone. I crave you too strongly to miss out on your words, your pleasure, your control. I’m fully addicted to you and I don’t ever want to stop.

Thank you Master for making me feel everything that I’ve always wanted to feel and more.

Yours,

Elle 🫧💞😵‍💫

#long post #god I hate tumblr’s formatting #hypnosis #irl #addiction #mine #org #hypnoslut #trance #intox #intoxication #brainwashing #<3

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hippogrifffeathers · 9 months

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Is This Seat Taken?

Ominis didn't usually mind History of Magic. Dull as it was, at least the class gave him a change to get some peaceful sleep for once. It was almost enough to make up for the stinging loneliness that came with the reminder that he was sitting alone, that nobody wanted to sit next to a Gaunt- nobody except Sebastian and once upon a time, Anne.

And maybe, in the light of a newly blossoming friendship, MC.

or, as usual, it's also on ao3!

It had been a small mercy that History of Magic classes didn’t start until after Halloween, something which all Hogwarts fifth-years would agree on.

Ominis had chosen the class under family expectations, and only tolerated it now due to the ease of the curriculum- and if he were being completely honest, the wealth of nap opportunities the lessons provided. Though, he could do without the demanding workload Binns assigned. One student could only take so many essays.

The chatter of the classroom greets Ominis as he crosses the threshold, full of usual pre-lesson complaints and friends trying to choose what table they want to claim for the rest of the school year. He pushes past it all, allowing it to become background noise.

That was another downside of History of Magic, sitting alone. It was one of the few classes he didn’t share with Sebastian, which left him sparse on people to sit with.

Solitude was hardly an unfamiliar shadow in Ominis’ footsteps, it had become something he’d grown used to quickly in his youth, trying to convince himself he preferred things this way. It was quiet, not isolating, he was just fine with the way things were.

The lie was easier to believe some times more than others.

Hearing the whispers of chatting classmates around him, knowing their giggles and scratches of quills on parchment were more from the exchanging of notes and games than focusing on Binn’s droning tone, wasn’t always easy to ignore- not against the pang of envy that he was particularly susceptible to in classes like this one. Times when reminders of his loneliness were forced to the forefront of his mind.

As classmates debate and disagree over which desk they want to claim for the rest of the school year, Ominis heads for the front of the room, settling for the desks to his immediate right. It made little difference to him where he sat, hardly as though he’d get any visual advantage, but given his unpopularity among his classmates Ominis had long since avoided more favourable tables when sitting on his own.

He goes through the motions of pulling out a quill and parchment, despite knowing they’ll go untouched for the next few hours as he drifts in and out of consciousness. Some rest was just about all he had to look forward to for the next few hours.

A familiar voice pulls him from his thoughts, someone who had stopped by his desk. His spine straightens.

“Ominis?” Soft and almost hesitant, in a way he wasn’t used to hearing from its normally assured owner, a rush of unexpected joy pulses through him as he recognises them, and his posture relaxes on reflex- MC, “Sorry, for bothering you I was just…is this seat taken?”

The unexpected line of question momentarily throws him off course, and a small laugh threatens to burst forth at their innocent inquiry.

With MC’s popularity, getting along with just about everyone in the school and the way they were excelling in all their classes, sometimes it was easy to forget this was their first year at Hogwarts. Then they asked something like that, and it was all too obvious.

“You’re not bothering me at all, MC,” He resists the urge to reach for his wand, catch a better understanding on how they were standing- or even, if there was anyone else in their company, “This seat’s free, why?”

A shuffle of shoes on stone, relief lacing their tone, “Oh good, I was hoping- I mean, if you’d not mind, if I could join you?”

A pulse of silence follows their question, Ominis finding himself momentarily lost for words, something that he found never happened, not to him.

Nobody ever wanted to sit next to Ominis Gaunt- a fact he’d become quickly familiar with in his first year. The only people who ever did sit with him were Sebastian and, once upon a time, Anne, sometimes even bickering over the seat in their early years. The occasional housemate might join him, if they were short on other choices.

But MC? MC, who Ominis knew had a wealth of friends in this class alone- many of which would be happy to offer MC a seat- and they wanted to sit with him?

Even despite their almost too-easy companionship recently, Ominis knew he’d made an awful first impression on them that first night by the Undercroft, snapping at them as he had, threatening their mentor- the fact they’d headed straight for him now, of all the choices they had, was almost too unrealistic to consider.

Too late, he realises MC has mistaken his silence for rejection, he can hear the rustle of fabric as they start to fidget, the disappointment underpinning their rushed retraction as they desperately try to redeem whatever moment MC seems to believe they’ve ruined, “I-if not I totally understand! I didn’t mean to impose, I can sit somewhere else-”

“No!” He hopes he doesn’t sound as awkwardly flustered as he feels, frantically interrupting MC’s rambles before they can make the mistake of thinking Ominis didn’t want them there, “I mean, I’d be happy for you to join me.” He emphasises his point by shuffling along the bench slightly, aware he’s been sitting closer to the middle of the table, an old habit.

“Oh, thank you!” His chest gives another pang at the relief in MC’s voice as they slide onto the seat next to him, their arms brushing slightly at the proximity. Neither of them move away, even as MC continues their chatter, and Ominis can’t quite believe their evident happiness is because of him, feeling a smile take over his expression as they talk, “It was a relief to see you here, if I’m honest, you didn’t mention you were taking History of Magic!”

The easy way they said it risks going straight to his head, he tries not to give that much attention. “Well, nor did you. History of Magic isn’t the most popular choice amongst our peers you know, I didn’t expect you to take it honestly.”

It was true, which maybe was blindsided of him. MC had taken to spellcasting like a niffler to treasure, everyone knew that, but proficiency in practical magic didn’t necessarily mean they wouldn’t be interested in the theoretical, too.

Their mentor is the Professor of Magical Theory, afterall.

“It wasn’t really my choice, the school board chose my classes for me.”

Ominis supposed that was another explanation.

“That sounds unfair.”

MC shrugged, “Looking back maybe it was, but I didn’t exactly have the knowledge to make an informed decision on my classes at the time anyway.”

“Well, while the class is incredibly dull, it is useful for getting into some N.E.W.T classes, as long as you don’t mind all the essays Binns tends to assign.” He can’t help the look of distaste at the reminder that he had another year of that to endure. Late nights alone in some corner of the common room, trying to force out several inches worth of facts on Goblin Rebellions, always made more difficult when he needed his wand to search the textbooks. It nearly doubled the amount of time he had to spend on the assignments compared to his peers, not that any of the staff seemed to care.

Sebastian would always help, where he could, but History of Magic wasn’t even his subject- it never felt fair asking his friend to help, no matter Sebastian’s fondness for learning.

And now between Sebastian’s own studies, and his questionable preoccupation with finding a cure for Anne, Ominis doubts Sebastian would even have the time to offer his help.

MC nudged his shoulder gently, pulling him from his spiralling thoughts, “Well, I suppose I’m lucky to have a friend to study with, in that case.”

Warmth spreading from where they had brushed against him, Ominis tried not to feel too excited by their words, the silent offer- or was it a request? Sometimes, it was hard to tell with MC, but their sentiment was not lost on him. The suggestion of the pair of them studying together for History of Magic, working on the same essays that had been such a burden on Ominis for years now, but instead in the warmth of company and even teamwork, was almost enough to make up for the hand cramps Binns’ essay length would inevitably cause.

“I believe that might be my line.” MC didn’t know quite how truthful his statement really was.

“Careful Ominis, I’ll hold you to that.” He could think of no other reply but a small chuckle, as though their companionship was something he might ever want to avoid.

Please do, he couldn’t help but urge, hoping they meant it. Perhaps it was pathetic of him, the surge of glee he felt at something so measly as the possibility of working together on homework, but with years of pushing through the exhausting subject alone, guilt-riddled whenever he asked Sebastian to help him find something in the textbooks, nobody could really blame him.

“What did you mean when you said this class was dull, anyway?”

“So, I take it nobody’s warned you?” That was definitely unfair, everyone deserves an advance warning about Binns’ teachings. If only to make sure they remembered to bring a pillow to class, “He’s hopeless, rambles on for the entire lesson and hardly even recognises students, let alone calls on them- I’d not worry about that though, most people just use it for napping or messing around, as long as you’re not too loud he won’t notice. Or care. Nobody’s sure which it is.”

“That sounds like such a waste.”

“Oh, so you’ll be paying attention then?” He grins, already knowing the answer.

“I never said that.” Their tone is equally as cheeky, punctuating it with a small laugh, “What about you then- you’re telling me that the ever perfect Ominis Gaunt naps in class?” He felt a flush of warmth flash across his face at their teasing, the ever perfect Ominis Gaunt-

“You expect me to get a full night's sleep in the same dorm room as Sebastian? The boy snores.” Not a complete lie, Sebastian did snore on occasion, it just wasn’t the reason Ominis struggled to sleep sometimes- but the jibe is enough to earn him another laugh out of MC.

“Oh no, he doesn’t!”

“Oh, he does.” Ominis grins at their obvious glee in teasing their mutual friend, even if Sebastian wasn’t here to defend himself, “I’ve considered casting silencio several times now, but I wouldn’t want to get predictable.” Or face retaliation.

He likes it, this easy conversation between them, the light jibes and laughter.

Despite their rocky start together, after that horrific night in the Scriptorium, he and MC had become closer; MC warmly greeted him whenever they crossed paths in the corridors, happily struck up conversation with Sebastian and Ominis outside of classrooms, but until now they’d never had any chances to talk where it was just them, without the buffer of their mutual friend. Now, with MC choosing to sit beside him, their conversation coming just as easy as it did whenever Sebastian was there, MC’s earlier words stuck in his mind, a surge of appreciation in his chest-

A friend.

MC considered him a friend. Not just ‘Sebastian’s tagalong’, or someone they talked to because it was convenient, but a friend, their friend.

There were only two other people in his life who had ever thought of Ominis as a friend, and now it was three.

Ominis wished he’d not been so harsh to MC that night by the Undercroft, so uncharacteristically emotional in the heat of the moment. It had been an impulsive lashing out that haunted him even more after the Scriptorium, when MC had defended him against Sebastian of all people- he knew what that must have taken, given the two were practically wrapped around each other’s wands these days, and still MC had taken Ominis’ side when Sebastian had wanted him to cast Crucio. Merlin, MC had all but demanded Sebastian cast it on them, just so neither Sebastian or Ominis would have to bear the torture curse themselves.

It was an act, a friendship, he still struggled to feel deserving of.

Even now, surrounded by classmates perfectly suitable for MC to sit with, others who MC knew and greeted warmly, it had been Ominis they made a beeline for when they entered the classroom, Ominis whose company they chose over everybody else.

He wished he was able to convey just how much that really meant to him, without sounding like a complete moonmind, or risk scaring one of the few friends he has off by being too attached.

For now, he’s content just knowing they chose his company even if he doesn’t understand why, but elects not to dwell on it any further, happy just to enjoy the mindless conversation with MC- drawn to an end only by the sudden wave of silence that sweeps through the room, followed by the familiar drawling tone of Professor Binns.

As if on conditioned reflex, Ominis’ eyes begin to feel heavy.

The only thing that snaps him out of it is a quiet groan from MC, who’d already made the rookie error of making an attempt to pay attention, “Goblin Rebellion?”

He leans towards the left, closer to MC and murmurs to them conspiratorially, “A Binns specialty, they’re practically all he talks about.”

MC groans again, “I’ve had enough of Goblin Rebellions for an entire lifetime, thanks.”

It’s fortunate they seemed to be complaining more to themselves than him, because Ominis didn’t know how to respond to that, nor did he like the uncomfortable reminder of the sorts of dangerous activities that (rumouredly) occupied MC’s spare time.

Still, MC had never made such a direct reference to it before, or at least- never to Ominis. They remained frustratingly tight-lipped about where they slipped off to after class, and what they discussed with Professor Fig- regardless of the whispers that followed them around the castle. Despite his urge to ask, to find out exactly what dangers MC was facing, Ominis knew the value of secrets better than most, had respected the privacy MC was so vehement about maintaining.

It only made their small admission all the more meaningful. The confirmation that they were involved in the recent Goblin Loyalist action, and the fact they trusted Ominis with that information, however vague, knowing he wouldn’t push them.

Like they hadn’t pushed him when he brought up his family.

The pair fell into the same silence as the rest of the class after that, the dull tone of Professor Binns washing them into the arms of lethargy, the ghost none the wiser about the slipping attentions of his students.

Predictably, the sounds of whispered giggles and scratching quills echo from behind Ominis- a sound he knows by now is not the sign of a diligent student, but one proposing some game on parchment, or passing along a note.

The pang of loneliness he’s so used to following after the sound never arrives, instead all he feels is the familiar edgings of exhaustion pulling at his eyes, any thoughts drifting far away to the tune of Binns’ mindless droning lecture, the scratching of quills on parchment, and the occasional whisper of a student all creating a harmonic lullaby which he had no interest in denying.

Going to lift his left hand, ready to settle in for a couple of hours of dreamless sleep, he almost jolts violently as a pressure falls atop of the outstretched limb, heavy, but not crushingly so.

His brain catches up to him before Ominis reaches for his wand, filling in the gaps with soft hair tickling the exposed parts of his wrist, familiar breaths that now sound deeper and closer than before.

MC had fallen asleep.

MC had fallen asleep, right next to Ominis.

Well, basically on top of him, if the weight on his arm was anything to go by.

His initial alarm is quickly replaced by a surge of affection, and another of deep surprise. For as tired as he often was, Ominis had only fallen on top of someone four times in his life. Once on each of his best friends, and twice on his Aunt Noctua. It was just about the most vulnerable position to put yourself in, willing to let your guard down completely around that person and place faith that they won’t betray that in any way.

Then here was MC, who hadn’t hesitated to use him as their makeshift pillow as they succumbed to the throes of sleep.

Him. Ominis Gaunt.

He almost can’t believe it, and wonders if he’s been dreaming up a positive History of Magic class this entire time, because at least that would be easier to believe.

For a moment, a stab of disappointment hits him as he realises MC probably only fell asleep on him by accident, not realising how close they were- but, he supposes MC could easily have leaned the other way, and they hadn’t. Just as easily as MC could have chosen any other table in the classroom to sit at, yet they’d chosen Ominis’- even though he’d chosen what was arguably the worst spot in the room.

If it had been difficult before, now it was nearly impossible to fight the smile that tugs at his lips- an expression that’s rare for him, especially these days, he notes with a pang of silly delight.

Just as quickly, his moment of warmth is ruined by a sharp spike of concern, as he notes the way MC hadn’t so much as stirred when Ominis almost pulled away from them in his earlier alarm. MC had fallen asleep faster than Ominis, which was no minor feat- he was at least self-aware enough to admit that much.

Their fatigue is too reminiscent of his own, something he wouldn’t wish on anyone.

How much sleep were they getting at night, Ominis couldn’t help but worry.

Rumours of their escapades outside of the castle had only grown in frequency over recent weeks, between that and their undeniably demanding schoolwork, where does MC find the time to rest. Merlin, do they even allow themselves to rest?

A trickle of insecurity bled through his concern…Was it even Ominis’ place to ask?

Conflict raged within him, the want to ensure MC was taking care of themself, that his friend was alright, versus the fear of overstepping and pushing MC away in the process. Their friendship was new, despite the turmoil it had already endured, and he wasn’t quite ready to test its boundaries.

The idea came to him immediately.

He could ask Sebastian. His friend had many fine qualities, but Sebastian had never been great with boundaries- not where worry for the people he cared about was concerned. It was an endearing enough trait, when it wasn’t pissing him off, or worse yet, exposing his secrets to other people.

Resolved to casually investigate the matter later, Ominis allowed his lingering concern to fade to the back of his mind. MC was resting now, and he knew better than anyone that naps in the History of Magic classroom were always peaceful and empty of dreams. They’d rest well here.

And so would he.

Exhaustion was becoming too hard to resist, and with Binns well and truly lost in droning details and stories, it wasn’t as though they’d be getting up any time soon. The slow blinks of his eyes were becoming longer and more frequent, and as his head drops sharply with a fractional loss of consciousness, Ominis finally gives in to the urging pull of sleep, bolstered by the comforting weighted presence at his arm. To his sleepy mind, it feels all too close to an invite.

Logically, he should rest his head on his right hand instead, since MC was resting on his left and he didn’t have the heart to move them. It wouldn’t be fair for him to disturb them like that, that was all.

(It had nothing to do with the fact the pressure on his arm felt so warm and comforting. Nothing to do with the easy way MC was touching him, that physical contact between them a presence he was so unused to but deeply appreciated. Privately, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d sleep all the better for it)

He’s too tired to think so pragmatically, for once he just wanted to do what felt natural, without overthinking it- to give in to the natural lean of his body, even as it sways him to the left, resting atop of MC.

Head cushioned by the fabric of their hood, as he easily fits to the junction of their shoulder, suddenly greeted by a wave of them- the faint smell of their shampoo, smooth material of new robes that hadn’t yet endured the might of a Hogwarts school year, and the slow beat of their heart, just audible over the muffle of robes and the droning of their Professor.

It lulls him to rest, not even realising as his breathing and MC’s effortlessly become synchronised, as the sweet pull of sleep finally getting the better of Ominis, along with a comfort he hadn’t felt in some time.

History of Magic wouldn’t be so bad, if he had this to look forward to in the future.

#hogwarts legacy #my fics #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #thrilled to announce i wrote this fic instead of editing the EXACT SAME FIC as i was procrastinating on editing last time #i'm not proud of myself okay #avalanche studios gave us (1) class interaction with ominis and we're all RUNNING with it and i loved that for this fandom #also yES i know HoM is a mandatory class BUT I'D FORGOTTEN WHEN I WAS WRITING IT and i'll be honest i'm far too lazy to change it #i'm lucky if i grammar check you think i'm gonna do a RE-WRITE???

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donnydamakkk · 1 year

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𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐏𝐆-𝟏𝟑

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐉𝐉 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧.

𝟑. 𝟕𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

JJ calls the pilot when the case ends, tells him to make sure everything is ready and that they'd be ready to go within the next hour or so. The pilot in turn tells her that they could be ready within the next hour, but the plane wouldn't leave for another forty-eight. Some mechanical issue that JJ understood just enough to say she understood it, just regurgitate it to her team. Not nearly enough to elaborate if any other them had questions. Thank God for Reid, who would surely have that covered. She offers to book the next flights out for them all, business class, of course.

"We need a bar night," Derek says, grinning so hard at his suggestion that it makes JJ's own face hurt.

"Yep," Emily backs him up with a giddy nod and grin just as wide as his, "Yes, and seriously, what better city to drink and eat and dance than New Orleans?"

(She doesn't disagree with that, but part of her hope was to stay behind and explore the city on her own. Without her team for once.)

So, that's a no on the flights. JJ goes to the hotel, secures their rooms for two more days. Once she makes sure everything is taken care of, the team resettles in. Changes into something that, for them, still says agent but is far less corporate looking. So, for Morgan and Prentiss, that means tactical pants and a plain colored tees. For her, it means, jeans and a plain colored tee. For Reid, it simply means no tie and more loosely buttoned. Hard as they try to drag him, Hotch doesn't come out. They know better than to even think to ask Gideon, who was in his room, wearing silk pajamas and reading as soon as they got back settled into their room.

The first thing they do is take advantage of the difference in liquor laws. They stop into the first store they find. Derek swears whether they find a place to settle or not, they are not going back to the hotel walking a straight line. Not that any of them object to that, only one who seems the least bit nervous is Reid. But, he always is when it comes to these things. He never really knows what he should drink or what he wants so he typically buys whatever the person closest to him buys. Tonight, the closest person happens to be JJ; they walked in the door together, behind Morgan and Prentiss who are about as excited as college kids on their twenty-first birthday and JJ, while ready to a have a good time, never finds it in her to be that giddy. About anything. So, she sticks with Reid.

It's a little awkward with him. Always is but only a little bit; his tiny little crush is hard to ignore. Even more impossible to ignore since he took her to watch her favorite football team last year. She'd bought an extra ticket, brought a real date because as shitty as it is, she couldn't find it in her to tell him that she couldn't ever, ever be with him. Of course, he thought her date was her friend, and she couldn't find it in her to outwardly correct him. While it's never come up again in any way that would be obvious to anyone outside of this small bubble of two, there are little things that he does every now and again that remind her that to him, that day meant something.

That to say, he was oddly attached to her tonight. She almost let's her mind drift to if possibly having something to do with Detective LaMontagne Jr being as obvious as a man could be about his interest. Almost let her mind acknowledge the fact that though Reid was always kind and never pushy, maybe Reid wasn't ready to let go of his illusion of a maybe later on down the road. But, she doesn't let her mind wander that far because it doesn't matter. She could never ever be with Will, either, and there wasn't even a shred of a maybe for Reid and herself.

When Reid buys a bottle of what she buys— Jack Daniels Honey, but a much smaller bottle as he's the only one of the four of them that didn't buy a fifth— they end up walking out of the liquor store partner swapped. Reid's with Morgan, now, who's hyping him up to down a quarter of his bottle, and JJ is finally with Emily. It's a relief because Emily is who makes her feel most comfortable.

"Well, we're here for two days," Emily starts, opening her bottle of tequila, "You gonna call Detective LaMontagne?"

JJ opens her own bottle and takes a long, (un)healthy swig. It's moments like these where she wants to tell her team that she's a lesbian. Not as some grand revelation or bonding moment but so they would leave her alone in matters such as this, in matters such as men. But, then, that would mean opening a door to her personal life, and they shared so much, too much as is. Her love is something she wants to keep as far from the BAU as she possibly can. Not that she has much of a love life outside of her meaningless fucks. Besides, she knows telling them the truth would only mean that she would start getting teased by every girl she shares half a moment with, rather than end the dating conversation entirely. Didn't matter how much she said she wanted to keep things private. As much as she hated it, getting mistaken as straight was just so much easier to her than letting them in on anything real.

"He's not even close to being my type."

Emily shrugged, "He's cute," JJ shoots her look as if to tell her to be honest, "Maybe not super cute but he's charming and his accent makes up for a lot."

"Absolutely not. He slurs like he's drunk." She says, remembering he drinks on the job and thinks that he very well could have been drunk. Especially during a case like this that holds so much weight. Even beyond the slurring she hates his accent.

"Well," Emily looks at her, "what is your type?"

Women, nothing too specific outside of that, just women with a certain air of femininity that snapped necks when heads turned for a second look. It was more of an energy than a visual. But, JJ doesn't let herself say that because it's really none of anyone's business. Not even Emily's, as much as she loves Emily. If she were going to open up to anyone, it would be Emily. But, that doesn't matter. Her level of comfort with Emily above everyone else, it doesn't matter. She simply doesn't want to open that door, and it's enough a reason to keep it shut and not out herself.

"I don't have time for anything but work, you know that," she says because it's always an easy, solid excuse but also, it's always true, "But right now?" She winks at her friend. "I'm focused on getting drunk."

She held her bottle out; Emily met her in the middle. The clank of the bottles signifying an upcoming good time. As well as unplanned bad decisions.

The team didn't settle for any single bar. Bourbon Street was active and they bar hopped and enjoyed the street entertainment. They ate and mingled but never strayed too far from one another. They never did stray far on their nights out, no matter how drunk they got. JJ stepping out of a bar with a tray of shots in one hand a tray of food in another. And, they're really overdoing it with the shots after having just bought bottles, but that doesn't matter because that's when it happens.

When she looks across the street and sees her.

Without a shadow of a doubt the most captivating, most charismatic woman she's ever seen in her twenty-seven years. Leading a line dance that JJ is completely unfamiliar with, not that it matters. Not that she cares about the dance itself at all. Just about the way she's dancing it. Jennifer finds herself obsessed with fluidity of her movements and how she's sure she's never seen anyone move their waist that way. Never seen anyone move their body so smooth, so perfect.

She can't see her whole face. Just a bright smile and dimples and a hand running through box braids. Plus that gold waist chain that JJ wants to take off with her teeth. The line rotates, and then, JJ can only see her from behind. With a perfect arch in her back and back dimples that can be seen even from across the street.

"Even in Vegas, I've never seen anyone dance like that." Reid says, snapping her out of her zone as she feels Morgan and Prentiss relieving her of the trays, upon realizing she wasn't going to sit them down herself. She feels herself become a bit irritated, knowing they are watching.

"Yeah, Ladies," Derek says, and JJ and Emily both preemptively roll their eyes, "Why don't you dance like that?" He hasn't taken his eyes off the woman and he's got that Derek look in her eyes that makes JJ feel like she has to talk to her first.

"Don't be disgusting." Emily chastises but she's playful. Derek's a dog, but he's sweeter than he lets on and he's her friend.

JJ scoffed, laughing a bit, "Have you met him? It's his default."

"Ouch, Jayje. Just, ouch." He chuckles, having another drink.

She takes a shot. Then another. Then another. And, she watches the young woman dance as conversation continues on around her. Completely entranced, her eyes lock in her waist and she feels a spell is being placed on her or something, like the hold is otherworldly and lust seems far too small and insignificant to describe it. As songs transition and the dances change, her eyes stay in the place. In the center of it all, on the only girl she's been taken with for the past thirty minutes. She vaguely pays attention to the chatter around her. Doesn't pay any mind to any guy who tries to speak to her. Her merely drinking as they run their mouths is dismissive enough. She puts on fake smiles and niceties every day, all day long for her job. She doesn't have the energy to do so off the clock and she refuses to try. Especially for the sake of some man's ego.

After a point the dancing stops as the music persists. Some of the people on line merely leave but some of them say goodbyes as they part. And, then here she comes. The woman who has changed the rhythm of the beating in JJ's chest. Walking to JJ's side of the street. Walking towards the bar they're sitting outside of. JJ perks up, hoping that it was her, praying that she came across just for her. That she noticed her watching as was just as intrigued by JJ as JJ was by her, even if she couldn't and wouldn't flirt at the bar, in front of her friends, the acknowledgement would mean everything. It would be a solid gateway to go inside with her and make a new "friend".

But, she's not. She walks straight into the bar without so much as a glance in JJ's direction and it cuts. She waits for her to pass and then mentally counts to a hundred before standing, assuring her friends that she'll be back, that she just has to go to the restroom—rejecting Emily's offer to join her— and going inside. She wasn't hard to spot. Not when JJ's memorized every detail of her features— the smooth appearance of her skin, the soft but flatness of her waist, the brown of her complexion, her braids, flowing down her back, her deep dimples. Everything about her has etched its way into JJ's brain. When she walks into the bar, this beautiful stranger is the only person JJ can see in any detail. Everyone else is blurry and faceless and the bar seems so much darker than it was went she came in forty-five minutes prior. But, there seems to be a spotlight shining down on her girl. At the far end of the bar, alone, nearest to the bathroom. JJ weaved through the ocean of movement on a mission. Managing to avoid as much physical contact as possible and making it to the empty seat just in time. She slides into the bar seat just before some guy can pull it out. She sends him a smug grin in victory while he just stands there, scowling down at her.

"Leave me alone, Bryce." She sighs, thankful for the cute blonde stranger, who has inadvertently saved her from her ex. Her ex who punches things when he gets too angry, occasionally her and shatters windows and destroys furniture. Her ex who at thirty-six is much too old to have been her ex, much too old to have dated her for seven years. Her ex who is only confrontational to people who show him fear but cowers when he himself is confronted. Her ex who isn't supposed to be within five hundred feet of her at any given moment until she's at least twenty-seven.

He leans on the empty space of the bar, "Jas—"

"I think she said goodbye," JJ said. His face twists into something dark and ugly but there's something so small about him. JJ never gets to use her tactical training, not really. She has yet to be given a reason or chance to punch a man in his face. She's always wanted to, though, and she's feeling particularly bold right now. "Make my week," she taunts, "Please. Make my week."

Her tone is about as dark as his energy, but she's calm. Too calm. So, in typical coward BJ fashion, he backs off. Tells Jas that it isn't over and stomps away.

"I guess, restraining orders just don't mean shit, huh?" She jokes, hoping that maybe it would calm her down a little, ease her nerves.

"I can make it mean something," JJ says, and it sounds like a promise because it is one.

Jas smiles, giving a show of her pearly whiles, "You ain't nearly as dainty as you look, is you?"

JJ feels herself smile, "I'm a little dangerous," her eyes fall over her body, slow as she takes her all in up close. When she looks back to meet her eyes, she's being watched just as close as she was watching her earlier. The gaze is intoxicating, "When I need to be."

"I'm Jasira, but everybody call me Shy." Her smile is still present as she offers her hand. Her nails are long, coffin acrylics. There's a curve to them. It's a bit of a let down, makes JJ wonder if this is going to be a waste of time. She can't stop herself from trying, though. She figures, at the very least, she'll have a great memory of meeting her.

Shy raises a hand to wave over a bartender. She sits up in her chair, leans over the bar. There, again, is that perfect arch in her back and maybe it's because she's not completely sober, but JJ just wants to see her arch out in front of her. Wants to run her fingers over her soft skin and claim it as her own and oh God, JJ needs to stop drinking. Because her none of her thoughts are biblical and they are all overshadowing the genuineness of their future conversations. Sure, her desire is what brought her there but she doesn't want to lead with that much less only speak with it. If she finds herself speaking to Shy the way she imagines Derek would, she's going to evaporate into thin air.

She forces herself to look away from that pretty brown, very exposed skin and focus on her face. Which doesn't help her lust but it certainly is a better look from the outside looking in. She's leaned over the bar, talking to the bartender, who JJ didn't realize was so handsome until right now, and she hates the guy. No reason to. He's done nothing, but she hates the guy. Hates that Jasira is so close to him. Then, Jasira is sitting back down and the bartender is blushing. She sends a smile laced with mischief over her way, and it makes JJ melt in her seat.

"Guess who ain't paying for drinks tonight?" She says, pointing both her thumbs at herself. She sits back then and crosses her legs. Once again, eyes are glued to her torso, and she can't stop thinking about the way Jasira moves. "So, long as you sit here, starin' at me then I might as well have a name for you, Blue."

"I think I like when you call me Blue," she says, reveling in the way she says the word, "But people I like call me JJ."

"I don't get a real name to work with?"

JJ shrugs, "Jennifer Jareau, but I think I like you."

The barkeep comes back, sits two glasses in front of them. Both brown, so JJ feels safe with it. She's not concerned about getting sick later. It's filled halfway to the top and Shy throws it back like a shot; JJ feels her eyebrows shoot upwards. She sips hers. Shy taps the bar and he leaves the bottle with them. JJ looks at it, and realizes her new companion has the same drink of choice as her. It's stupid, but in her drunken mind, this means it's fated.

"I sure hope you can hold your alcohol."

Jas snorts and there is nothing graceful about it but it is so cute that JJ likes it anyway. "It's New Orleans, Blue, I got liquor runnin' through my veins."

JJ thinks about what Detective LaMontague said, that it's cultural thing, and just says, "Touche."

They talk a bit after that, getting to know each other in small details through playful banter and flirtation. Neither woman would be able to tell you the other's job or exact age or if the other has a criminal record. What college they graduated from, if they went. Couldn't even say what kind of car the other drives. Yet there's an energy between them once they get going in conversation that makes them feel like they've known each other forever. They talk about share fun stories from their childhoods, from college. JJ knows that Shy was the captain of her high school majorette squad, and she can't say she was even sure that she knew what that was before she receives an explanation. Shy tells her all about it and JJ tells her all about soccer, which leads to how she rose into her queerness and found home in it. Which leads to Jasira confirming her own queerness which is a dream come true for Jennifer.

There's a certain point where, every sentence, every word feels like a song and dance and they both know what they're ultimately playing at. JJ feels things are getting closer to what she's been playing at all night when she hears Anita Baker over an unfamiliar beat that seems to excite Shy. She feels a hand on her own, dragging her from her stool and to the dance floor before she can object. Not that she planned on it. Sure, she isn't the best dancer in the world and she knows it but she isn't going to say no to anything Shy asks her for tonight. Not if it's going to push her to her endgame, which is with a hand buried inbetween her thighs. Or, her face. Either option is favorable to JJ. Both, if they have the time.

They get to the dancefloor, and Shy's hands guide hers to her waist, with her back pressed against JJ's front. It's almost as if she can feel her nerves. She tells JJ to simply follow her lead. So, JJ allows her fingers to dig into her skin and sighs, burying her face in her neck because her skin is as soft as expected. Softer, even. JJ inhales her scent. She smells of cocoa butter, whiskey and sweat. Jasira grinds against her, and JJ finds her rhythm and matches it; their bodies melting into each other and becoming one. Her hands travel, one hand going low as the other travels upward. JJ stops just as she reaches the underside of her breasts, not wanting to make the wrong move too fast. Stops just as she reaches the waistline of her pants and toys with the hem. Jasira tosses her head back against her shoulder and turns her head just so. She kisses her neck and JJ takes this as sign enough to keep moving her hand upward.

"I've been wanting to touch you since I first saw you," JJ whispers in her ear.

Jasira chuckles, "I know. I could feel you watching me. I wanted you just as bad."

JJ's hand keeps traveling then, grasping at her jawline and angles her head so that her lips are available. When their lips meet, a calm washes over them both. JJ hears notes in the music that she couldn't hear before and Jasira is sure she can hear their hearts beating over everyone, everything else in the club.

Shy twists in her arms and their kiss deepens. They kiss for what feels like forever and JJ pulls away after a moment to think. She looks around, checking for her team. No one is inside. She can't see them from the door which means they likely can't see her.

"You lookin’ for somebody?" Shy says, pulling her back into their bubble.

She pecks her lips as an offer of reassurance, "No, you've got all my focus." She gives her a soft kiss again, and it's only the third time there lips touch, but it feels like twenty years of familiarity with honeymoon phase love still alive, and it isn't at all what she had been ready for. It feels big. So big her chest hurts but it only encourages her to ask, "Do you want to get out of here?" instead of shying away from the question.

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Nine

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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previous chapter

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Jamie had fucked everything up.

He didn’t even really mean what he’d said. Well, he did mean it, but not in the way that it sounded. Which he could admit was the way he’d intended for it to be taken, but it wasn’t exactly true. He did love Keeley - he was pretty sure that he always would - but he wasn’t in love with her. She had helped him believe in himself enough to become a better man and his intention when he’d approached her was to simply thank her for all her support, but then he got caught up in the moment and the emotions of the day and suddenly words were leaving his mouth that he’d never intended to say.

And then he’d realized that Lia was behind him and the panic that gripped him only confirmed that what he’d told Keeley hadn’t really been the truth. He wasn’t naive enough to think that he loved Lia after their short time together, but there were feelings growing between them - feelings that were strong enough that he still had hope that something could happen between them even after she’d turned him down. He wasn’t even being cocky with that assumption, but he knew there was more to their relationship than Lia was willing to admit and he’d thought he just needed to find a way to get past the walls she kept putting up.

But now, those walls would probably be completely impenetrable.

She’d smiled and insisted that she didn’t care. She’d told him that he could love whoever he wanted and reminded him that their relationship was simply a business arrangement. She’d stayed as far away from him as she possibly could in bed that night and for the first time since they met, she hadn’t wrapped herself around him in her sleep.

She’d proven to be a good actress when they were pretending to be in love, but her quick switch to indifference had Jamie starting to wonder if he’d been wrong.

Maybe there wasn’t anything more to their relationship.

He could tell that Lia had a big heart and that she didn’t often stand up for herself. He saw it in the way she’d supposedly tried to ignore that prick Daniel’s advances for almost a year before saying anything and in the way that she still refused to vilify her friend for taking his word over hers despite the clear evidence of his behaviour. Had she just been going along with their situation because she was too nice to put a stop to it? Were all those late night cuddles done begrudgingly because she thought that’s what he wanted? Had she just been leading him on with breadcrumbs of affection since the day that they met?

He felt like an idiot.

The more he thought about it and analyzed their time together, the more annoyed he became and by the time Lia walked through the door late that afternoon after her day at work, he was fuming.

“Hi, you alright?” Lia dropped her bag on the coffee table as she greeted him, but the smile on her face only added to his bad mood. “So, my dad’s very excited about dinner tonight. He said he’ll be home from the shop around six so I said we’d be there closer to seven.”

Jamie stared at her for a moment - shocked into silence by her audacity - before he found his voice.

“I’m not going.”

Immediately, Lia’s face fell and Jamie felt a hint of satisfaction from the knowledge that he’d finally gotten under her skin.

“What? Why not?”

“Because I don’t wanna.”

His tone made it sound like what he’d said was obvious, but confusion on Lia’s face made it clear that it wasn’t.

“What are you talking about?” She questioned. “You’re the one who made these plans.”

“Yeah, well, now I don’t wanna go.”

He knew he was being difficult and probably unfair, but the thought of spending another evening pretending to be in love with her when his feelings were so jumbled up and confusing made his stomach hurt. However, Lia could see how unjust the situation was as well.

“I don’t always want to do things for you,” she pointed out. “But I do them because that’s what I agreed to when we started this whole arrangement. Just yesterday I went to a funeral for you, I didn't really want to do that.”

Her voice was calm despite the stern edge to it, but Jamie simply shrugged.

“You went to that more for Rebecca than for me.”

“No, I went because you asked me to,” she clarified. “But what about all the matches I’ve been going to? I do that for you.”

“Do you? Or is it because you like spending time with Keeley?”

He could have sworn he saw her wince as Keeley’s name left his lips, but she quickly recovered.

“That’s not true,” she insisted. “I’ve done plenty of things that I haven’t always felt like doing just to keep up my end of this bargain.”

“Yeah, well, do you know why that is?” Jamie paused as Lia narrowed her eyes like she knew she wasn’t going to like whatever he was about to say next. “Because you’re a people pleaser.”

The accusation had a scoff falling from her lips as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes before weakly protesting with a firm, “I am not.”

Jamie knew he was being harsh. She’d just walked in the door and had been excited about their plans and he was picking a fight, but he was frustrated and his morning stewing about his feelings had gotten him so worked up that wasn’t willing to let it go.

“Yeah, you are,” he informed her. “You let your friend walk all over you and treat you like shit, you let that prick make you uncomfortable for a year because you didn’t want your friend to be upset, you barely even protested when I came up with this insane plan for us to pretend to be married because you couldn’t say no to me - a complete stranger - and then you hear me telling another girl that I love her and barely even put up a fuss.”

“It’s none of my business who you love.”

Lia was simply repeating the words she’d said the afternoon before, but her voice was soft and any hint of annoyance was gone from her posture. She looked wounded as her crossed arms became much more protective than defensive, but Jamie was happy to see any emotion other than indifference as he kept going.

“Shouldn’t have done that though, should I?” He pointed out. “Not while you were my date and not while we’re supposed to be married, but you can’t even let yourself be bothered. Because you’re a people pleaser.”

Maybe it was the snarl in his voice or the conviction he was speaking with, but a look of fury quickly returned to Lia’s face.

“Do you want the truth?” She asked, waiting for him to nod before she continued. “What you said to Keeley did hurt me. It hurt me very much. Kissing me because you think a good fuck might take your mind off your emotional pain for a few minutes while you’re apparently still in love with Keeley is something that I think is pretty despicable.”

A brief feeling of hope flickered in Jamie’s stomach as he took in her words. Despite the disgust in her voice, her anger told him that he’d been right about her feelings for him which meant that he might still have a chance.

“That’s not why I kissed you,” he argued, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “I kissed you because I like you.”

It was so obvious to him that he was amazed he even had to say it, but he could see how his recent actions might have caused some doubt and he wasn’t surprised when she scoffed at his assurance.

“You like me, but you love Keeley? Forgive me if that’s a little too complicated for my tastes.”

“I don’t love Keeley!” He insisted. “Well, I’m not in love with her anyway. I just ain’t used to being around dead people, it messed with my head. I was just tryin’ to thank her for helping me see that I could be better than I was being.”

“And you accidentally ended up confessing your love for her?” Lia questioned in disbelief. “C’mon, Jamie. I’m not stupid.”

“I know you’re not, but I’m being honest! I shouldn’t have said what I said, but I wasn’t trying to get back with Keeley. I like you, I’m tryin’ to get with you.”

It wasn’t the most poetic way to explain his feelings, but talking about emotions had never been a strength for Jamie and he wasn’t sure how well she’d taken his confession when he noticed her eyes growing glassy. She stood frozen as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip until she eventually let her gaze drop from his face to the floor by his feet.

“I dunno, Jamie. I don’t think we should go there,” she decided when she found the strength to speak, making Jamie’s heart clench in his chest. “I’m not like you. I can’t just sleep with someone then act like nothing happened the next day and I refuse to be used and tossed aside when you’re done with me so that’s why I think it’s best if we just keep things professional.”

Her complete lack of faith in him hit him like a slap across the face. He’d been trying so hard to prove that he wasn’t the person everyone thought he was or the person that he used to be. Out of everyone in the world, he thought that Lia had always given him the benefit of the doubt and really saw the good in him. To hear her assume that he was just looking to get laid and toss her aside hurt more than most people’s low opinion of him did and he felt his defensive anger rising up again.

“Oh, yeah?” He smirked. “Wasn’t very professional when you cried yourself to sleep in my arms, was it? Or when you were practically dyin’ to rub yourself off on my thigh after you spent the night clinging to me in Manchester.”

“I wasn’t dying to rub myself off on you, don’t be rude,” Lia scolded despite the blush that rose in her cheeks. “And I spent the night clinging to you for you because you wrapped yourself around me and wanted some comfort!”

“Oh, so you are just a people pleaser then? None of that meant anything to you, but you did it for me because you can’t think for yourself?”

He saw her swallow hard as her lip began to quiver and the guilt he felt for hurting her - again - was immediate, but the shake of her voice when she spoke almost broke his heart.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad at me, Jamie, or why you’re being so cruel because as far as I can see you’re the one who hurt me yesterday, not the other way around,” Lia pointed out. “But because I’m such a people pleaser, I don’t want to let my dad down tonight so I have a dinner to get ready for. You can come or not, I don’t care.”

With that, Lia stormed out of the room before Jamie even had time to formulate a response.

He’d woken up that morning well aware that he had some grovelling to do and even he couldn’t understand how’d he made the decision that the only solution was to make things even worse.

——

Lia spent most of her time in the shower using the sound of the water to cover up the sound of her sobs.

For the second time in as many days, Jamie had completely blindsided her. She had no idea why he’d decided to pick a fight with her the moment she’d walked through the door, but it left her already cracked heart feeling shattered.

His tone and the disdain he apparently had for her was enough to hurt her feelings, but she didn’t even feel like what he’d said was fair. It didn’t make her a people pleaser to believe in second chances. Or to hesitate before throwing away a lifelong friendship. Or to want to offer Jamie some comfort when he was sad. She was a good person with a big heart who saw the best in people and tried to be a positive influence in other people’s lives. She didn’t think that made her a people pleaser and if it did then she didn’t think that was a bad thing and it certainly wasn’t something that should have been thrown in her face with the level of vitriol that Jamie had.

She spent the entire time that she was getting ready trying to think of an excuse to give her dad about Jamie’s sudden absence, but when she walked back downstairs she was surprised to see that Jamie had changed and was ready to go.

“You’re coming?”

“Yeah,” Jamie shrugged. “You met my mum, it’s only fair.”

There was an argument to be had as she wanted to point out that about an hour ago that didn’t seem to matter to Jamie at all, but - as any people pleaser would do - she bit her tongue and nodded her head as she let him lead her out the door.

However, his decision to join her did nothing to ease the awkward tension now hanging between them as the drive to her dad’s house was almost completely silent.

She could tell that Jamie wanted to speak - he opened his mouth a few times, but shut it before any words could slip out - but Lia had no interest in starting another emotional upset before they had to charm her dad. It would already be the ultimate challenge of their acting skills as Jamie was clearly feeling resentful and Lia wasn’t sure her heart was strong enough to handle any forced affection after what he’d put her through in the last two days. And her resilience was put to the test the moment they got out of the car. She flinched away as he slid his arm around her waist, but forced herself to relax into his touch as she knocked on the door to announce their presence before walking inside.

“Dad!” She called out. “We’re here!”

The smell of what he was cooking wafted down the hall from the kitchen as they heard the clang of a pot lid closing before her dad appeared in the doorway with a grin on his face.

“Hello!” He greeted them with a grin on his face. “It’s so nice to see you!”

“You just saw me a couple of hours ago.”

Lia playfully rolled her eyes as she reminded him, but her dad simply laughed.

“I know, I wasn’t talking to you,” he informed her. “It’s my son-in-law that I’m happy to see!”

“Oh, I see how it is,” Lia shook her head despite the smile on her face. “Now that Jamie’s here, I’m old news.”

“Yes, exactly,” her dad teased. “I’ve had dinner with you a thousand times, but I’ve never had dinner with any of your boyfriends before so this is a big day for me.”

“You’ve never introduced your dad to any of your boyfriends?”

Jamie’s voice was laced with disbelief, but Lia simply shrugged.

“I didn’t want him to scare them off,” she defended herself. “You’ve hardly had time to get to know him, you might be running for the hills by the end of the night.”

If she was being honest, it was more that she was worried her dad wouldn’t approve that put her off. She was very close with him and any disapproval would put doubt in her mind that she wasn’t sure a relationship could come back from. She’d always thought that it was easier to just wait until she was absolutely sure that her dad would be supportive and so far none of her relationships had lasted that long.

“I would never do anything to embarrass you,” her dad insisted, a look of mock offence on his face. “I’m always on my best behaviour. Besides, I think it’s your Uncle Mark that he’ll need to watch out for. He’s a big Man City fan and he’s already warned me about you. He says you’re unreliable.”

The claim didn’t seem to bother Jamie, but Lia rolled her eyes as she almost instinctively leapt to his defence.

“Yes, because Jamie changing football teams really says so much about what he’s like in a relationship.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” her dad warned her. “I’m just telling you what I’ve been told. You know me, I know nothing about football.”

“Well, I know my choices might not have been popular in Manchester, but I can promise that I’m reliable when it comes to Lia.” While his assurance seemed to please her father, it had Lia resisting the urge to pull a face - especially when he leaned down to press a kiss on the top of her head. He’d hardly been reliable in the last twenty four hours - he’d been unpredictable and confusing - but she didn’t argue and he continued. “I really care about her.”

There was something in his voice that caught Lia’s attention as he sounded so sincere, but she tried to push the thought from her mind as she knew she would need to stay focused if she hoped to get through the evening. However, it proved to be very difficult to think about anything else with their relationship being constantly thrown in her face.

She’d been worried that their little spat and Jamie’s sulkiness towards her would hinder their ability to seem like a couple who were falling head over heels for each other, but Jamie seemed to be pulling out all the stops. Despite the fact that Lia was fairly certain they didn’t have very much in common, Jamie managed to find plenty of things to talk to her dad about as they seemed to form a very quick and genuine bond. He laughed at all her dad’s cringey jokes, he helped set the table, had perfect manners, and insisted on handling the dishes all by himself. There was rarely a lull in conversation as her father regaled them of tales from Lia’s youth and shared pictures of the brief period when she’d tried to break free of her book worm reputation by dying her hair black and attempting to pierce her own eyebrow with a needle - it didn’t work and left her with a bad infection and a scar to always remind her of the consequences of trying to be something you’re not - but the evening full of love and laughter just made Lia’s heart ache.

The way Jamie cooed and assured her that he preferred the bookish Lia to the wannabe punk rock version, the way he seemed so genuinely interested in how Lia’s dad had made his dream of owning his own bookstore come true, just the way he slipped so naturally into their little family of two. It had Lia’s head spinning as her emotions were overwhelming and completely confusing. The evening couldn’t have possibly gone any better, but Lia had a feeling that her dad was just as smitten as she was and while that thought would have made her smile just a few days earlier, it only added to her current Jamie induced anxiety as it was just one more person to be disappointed when things all fell apart. If they hadn’t already.

Part of Lia wished they could stay in that moment forever. Just live in a world where the Jamie who doted on her and charmed her dad was the real Jamie. A world where she had just introduced her boyfriend to her dad with amazing success and could soak in the excitement of the plans they’d made to get together again instead of wondering if they’d even still be speaking by the time the date came around. But like every good thing, their evening together eventually came to an end and the silence that settled around them as soon as they were in Jamie’s car and safe from rousing any suspicion almost made her want to cry.

But the quiet drive proved to be helpful because by the time they were home, Lia had decided that no matter how hard it might be to confront Jamie and talk it out, it couldn’t be worse than living with the awkwardness between them for even one more minute.

“Jamie?” She caught his attention just as he was about to climb out of the car. “Can we talk about what happened earlier?”

He paused for a moment and Lia briefly wondered if he was going to shut her down or go on another hate fueled rant about her personality, but she was relieved when he nodded his head.

“Yeah, course we can. Let’s go inside though, yeah?”

He waited for Lia to agree before heading towards the front door with Lia following, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to remind herself that it would be good to get it over with and understand once and for all where they stood. They needed to set some clear boundaries if this was going to work, but she was hurting and hoped she’d be able to hold herself together enough to sort things out.

There was a tension in the room and Lia felt as if her brief flicker of confidence had faded as they settled on the couch, almost subconsciously keeping as much distance between them as they could.

“So,” she started as Jamie stared down at his hands and fidgeted uncomfortably like a little boy who was about to be scolded for getting into trouble at school. “I guess I’m just wondering why you were so upset with me earlier.”

It seemed like the simplest place to start, but when Jamie simply shrugged Lia found herself forcing down the urge to scream. There wasn’t any point to them having a discussion if he wasn’t going to use any words, but just as she was about to remind him of that fact, he spoke.

“I guess I was lashing out.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Because I was mad that you didn’t care about what I told Keeley,” he admitted. “I put myself out there when I kissed you and I respected your decision and I promised myself I wouldn’t push you or do anything to make you feel uncomfortable, but I was still hoping that you might be a little bothered by the thought of me being in love with someone else.”

Lia furrowed her brow in confusion as she hoped that she was misinterpreting what he was saying.

“So, you knew I was there when you were talking to Keeley? And you were just trying to get a reaction out of me?”

“No! No, that’s not what I meant,” Jamie quickly assured her, his eyes widening in surprise. “I didn’t know you were there and I wasn’t trying to upset you on purpose, but when you’d heard what I said, I was hoping you might be hurt by it. Not that I want to hurt you! But if you don’t care about that then you don’t care about me, yeah? And that’s a bit shit.”

His thought process reminded Lia of her own when she was analyzing his behaviour after she’d rejected him and she felt a hint of a smile slide onto her lips at the similarities between them. However, Jamie was less amused by her reaction.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he snapped. “I’m not good at all this emotional shit, but I’m trying to pour my heart out here!”

“I’m not laughing,” Lia assured him as she braced herself for the admission that she was about to make. “I’m just thinking how funny it is that I was thinking the same thing about how you handled it when I stopped our kiss. You were such a gentleman and seemed so unbothered, I assumed you didn’t really care.”

“What, so, you wanted me to be a dick about it?” He asked incredulously. “I was respectful about it because I fancy you.”

“Well, I guess I misunderstood.”

“I guess you did.” Jamie huffed and picked at his nails for a minute before he continued. “But I do like you. I like you a lot.”

“Really?” Lia questioned. “Because earlier it didn’t sound like you liked me at all, even as a friend.”

“I know, but I was being an idiot and a prick and I got too into my own head. I didn’t mean what I said, I like that you’re so forgiving,” Jamie insisted before flashing her a smirk. “I’m kinda hoping that it’ll help me out now.”

“Funny how that works,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes as she tried to resist his endearing cheekiness. “But what about Keeley?”

“What about her?” He shrugged. “I told you I didn’t mean it. I know I shouldn’t have said it, but I’m not in love with her. I talked to her this morning and explained everything and I’m sure I’ll have to talk to Roy too, but I really was just caught up in the moment, I didn’t mean it.”

“Sounds like you’ve been saying a lot of things you don’t mean lately. How am I supposed to believe you now?”

It was hard, Lia was finding, to stay strong and make him explain himself. Her heart was begging her to just give in and accept everything he was saying without a second thought, but her head was forcing her to stay strong and get a clear view of what was truly happening between them so there would be no more sleepless nights wondering where she stood.

“I can see why that might be hard,” Jamie admitted. “But I’ve been feeling like this about you for a while now. I mean, I wanted to marry you that night for a reason and maybe it was partially because I was drunk and stupid, but I thought you were mad fit from the moment I saw you.”

“Alright, but that’s part of the reason I get nervous,” she admitted despite the way his compliment had her cheeks heating up. “Do you just like me because you think I’m attractive and our agreement stops you from chasing other women?”

“No, no, definitely not! I like you because you’re you!” Jamie’s denial came quickly as he cringed at the assumption, but before she had too much time to process it, he turned the tables on her. “How do you feel about me? I keep saying all this heartfelt shit, but I’m not getting much back.”

It was a fair question, but Lia was a bit skepitcal of his assurances. Again, it was hard to resist the sincerity to his words, but she also thought that maybe Jamie just didn’t know what he really wanted. He sounded so convincing and his words seemed really genuine, but it was so contradictory to his reputation and even his recent behaviour that it was hard for her to really believe it.

She hesitated - long enough for Jamie’s body to tense with anxious anticipation - but after taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she let herself open up.

“I like you too,” she admitted. “I think you’re a lot sweeter and kinder than most people think, but I also think we have different ideas about relationships. I don’t do casual, Jamie. I’m not the kind of person who can be emotionally detached from things like sex, I’m not interested in any kind of friends with benefits situation.”

“Neither am I,” Jamie insisted. “To be honest, that’s why I got so mad earlier. Thought you saw me differently to everyone else, didn’t feel too good to hear that you think I’m the same selfish prick I used to be that would use you for sex and nothing else.”

“But what am I supposed to think, Jamie?” Lia protested, the frustration ringing through in her voice. “You kissed me and then told another girl that you loved her!”

“I know! But you turned me down before you heard that so it’s not all my fault!”

It was a fair point, but what he’d said to Keeley had only validated Lia’s concerns and she knew that pushing her doubts from her mind would now be a much harder task than before and the conflict between her head and her heart had tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

“Can we just be completely honest?” She asked, hoping he couldn’t see her rising emotions. “What exactly do you want from me?”

“Everything,” Jamie shrugged. “I mean, I get excited to see you when I get home every day and I miss you when you leave in the morning. I want the us that we pretend we are to be real.”

It was what Lia had been dreaming about hearing him say for the last few weeks and if his confession had come a few days earlier then she would have been celebrating joyfully as he whisked her off her feet, but after everything that had happened it was hard for her to relax and embrace it.

“I want that too,” she admitted. “But how can I trust you?”

“I’ll prove it to you,” Jamie insisted, quickly moving from the far end of the couch until he was sitting right beside her. “I’ll take you out, on a proper date. With romance and everything.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I wanna do it the right way, show you that I’m being serious.”

Lia watched him closely, scanning his face for any sign that he was playing a cruel trick and simply going to laugh in her face if she accepted, but there was only honesty in his eyes and after a moment of thought, she relented.

“Okay,” she agreed, biting her lip before a smile slid onto her face. “I’d really like that.”

Jamie let out a slightly dramatic sigh of relief as his arm came to rest on the back of the couch.

“Thank fuck,” he smiled. “Thought for sure you’d say no.”

“I don’t think I’d ever be able to resist your charm for long,” she admitted. “But I didn’t want to leap into anything, I want to know you’re serious about it.”

“I am, absolutely,” Jamie insisted as Lia hesitantly lifted her arm to rest on top of his. He flipped his over and slid back enough to interlace their fingers together and even the simple gesture had Lia’s heart skipping a beat. “I know it’s early days, but you mean a lot to me. I want what we have to be more than just us putting on a show.”

“I want that too,” Lia agreed. “I’m not good at pretending.”

“It was easy for me,” Jamie smirked. “Not hard to pretend that I’m fallin’ for a girl as pretty as you.”

The claim had a giggle slipping from Lia’s lips as she playfully rolled her eyes.

“And that charm is exactly why I’m fairly certain that my dad would now choose to keep you over me if we ever broke up, real or not.”

“Yeah?” Jamie smiled. “You think I won him over?”

“Definitely,” Lia nodded. “He texted me about two minutes after we left his house to tell me what a great guy you are and how happy he is for me.”

The praise had Jamie’s chest puffing up a little higher as the smile on his face took on an edge of pride.

“Glad I got his approval. Now I just need to get yours.”

“I think you’ll be able to, I have faith in you,” Lia assured him. “And I’m sorry that I made you feel like I saw you the way everyone else does. I know you’re a good person, Jamie.”

“It’s alright, I deserved it,” he shrugged, his eyes drifting to their joined hands as he gently rubbed his thumb over her skin, but after a moment of silence he flicked his gaze back to met hers. “I know we’re gonna take this slow, but can I kiss you?”

The tenderness of the question caught Lia off guard and she simply nodded her head as she felt like all the breath was gone from her lungs. She watched as Jamie’s smile widened even more before his tongue darted out to lick his lips and he leaned forward to press them against her own and her breathlessness reached a whole new level. All the emotion of the day - the pain, the fear, the hurt - was instantly soothed as their lips met. She felt herself gripping Jamie’s hand in a desperate attempt to ground herself in the moment, but as his free hand slid up to cup the back of her neck as if he wanted to avoid any possibility of her moving out of his reach, she was powerless to do anything other than melt against him.

When they finally pulled away to reluctantly catch their breath, Jamie rested his forehead against hers.

“I’m gonna prove it,” he murmured. “I’m gonna make sure you can trust me.”

And in that moment, Lia’s heart won out over her head and she truly believed that he would.

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chapter ten

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