#fuck it. make it part of the appeal! her writing sucks! plenty of room for me & other creators!

[presiding]

What is your favourite thing about Billie Lurk?

(Answers are obvious possibly but i love when people talk about her👍)

thanks for the ask!! YEAH ME TOO I love when people talk about Billie! I can't say I have a favourite thing specifically, but I can explain why she's my fav. apologies for not taking this qn literally, but -

short answer: she’s really cool

& you can stop reading there, or, for the maybe 2 mutuals who might have time to read this my thoughts on her as a character, her meta, and her character as raw potential...

long answer:

i considered making this entire thing a gush so you could read a gush about Billie. but, part of what draws me to her is that she’s not always well written, and in fandom she’s underrated for a literal protagonist.

since you ask...

billie is a cool character

when I played Dh2 (hadn't played Dh1), I was excited to see a black woman with disabilities who was captaining a massive ship by herself. wow.

then I discovered Billie’s backstory with Deirdre, the way she responded to that, then having to survive while living on the run, and her bisexuality. as well as her history with daud & delilah. fascinating!

she’s an outsider who has so much to lose, and knows what it's like to lose everything - having lost everything not once but three times - but nevertheless speaks truth to power. she's so brave! she went and helped Emily & Corvo and she must have known they might kill her! plus, she’s smart, she’s funny, she gets shit done, she’s gorgeous.

but... the meta

mild critique of fandom & arkane incoming.

skip this bit if you want - you've been warned twice now - jump to tired Hayao Miyazaki and read from there if you'd like my thoughts on writing her.

i thought Death of the Outsider was going to be amazing and then... well. *sad trombone* i've written about that before so i won't keep banging on. i figured others must be disappointed too, so I joined a few fandom spaces in hopes of finding camaraderie.

most people with complaints about DotO didn’t like how the Outsider and Daud were handled. which is valid & I agree. but it seemed like most paid no attention to Billie; when people talk about her it’s with respect to Daud, as opposed to in her own right. you could argue for fandom misogyny because people don’t talk about adult Emily Kaldwin that much either, but in Billie's case, it’s misogynoir (compare & contrast with the popularity of thomas, particularly the popularity of thomas portrayed as a white man for no particular reason that i've been able to discern - i keep asking around, is it in the books???).

i think this is a LOT better now than it used to be, which is fantastic. or perhaps i have found the correct echo-chamber? ha.

ultimately, The Fandom is a fraction of the entire picture, and not even the important bit since The Fandom is not who these games are made for. you can't make money relying on only your hardcore fans even if all of them spent a fortune on merch, this is true for any AAA game.

while it's true that Billie is underrated from a fandom perspective - but Billie as an underwritten protagonist is squarely Arkane’s fault.

it was reasonable when she was a side character - the lack of info in Dh2 makes perfect sense (if anything there was more lore in Dh2 which is kind of wild)-

- but as a protagonist in Death of the Outsider?

.... there’s lousy writing, and there’s whatever is going on with Billie Lurk, a black woman who mostly exists as a foil or saviour for light-skinned characters. In her own game there’s barely any of her own lore except where it's relevant to saving two dudes.

lore hints at, but barely touches on what race means in the Dh universe (xenophobia is stronger in Dh1; separate essay i guess), but Arkane has patted themselves on the back for portraying non-white characters, which feels like the same thing as the aesthetic of diversity we're seeing in advertising currently because it’s in marketing trend guides. it's self-congratulatory and it's a missed opportunity for deeper storytelling.

you can see an example of diversity at its most shallow in the way that Billie’s written: there’s little engagement with her as an entire person with history & wants & preferences, and the world she walks through in that game feels like it has nothing to do with her. you could make a case for alienation as a theme, but then, how do you handle the titular premise of 'Dishonored' without ever letting Billie make changes in an environment without a chaos system? it's disappointing from that angle too.

in my opinion, whatever it's worth, it was an accident Arkane created such an awesome character - they needed someone to betray daud. congrats billie.

all this said, it makes her an underdog as far as characters to enjoy & create art & stories for. it's nice to find so many like-minded, switched on people! <3

billie's character potential

she’s got a wealth of unexplored lore, being deeply intertwined with both Karnaca & Dunwall’s fates & criminal underbellies, as well as her connections to the witches & whalers, and three Empresses.

she’s lived a few distinct lifetimes and in the games we get to meet her at two peaks (KoD & DotO) & a low (Dh2 as Meagan).

her voice is very distinct, her dry & often dark humour is entertaining & fun to write. her perspective is really interesting - she’s had the widest variety of void-powers of anyone canonically, and she’s also lived through the highest highs and lowest lows.

she's got everything going for her :) i couldn't really pick a fav thing!

#i assume my followers are cool enough to let me give a brief measured critique on fandom trends and DotO #thanks for the anon question!! what fun! #i love billie lurk <333 #jumped on the opportunity to rant n rave #what part of billie isn't my fav! (im a guy who likes the bad stuff too. mmm interesting meta) #trying to be not unfair or mean- i'm not targeting anyone but rather trends. and it's ok to be disappointed with something you love #fuck it. make it part of the appeal! her writing sucks! plenty of room for me & other creators! #its easier for me to indulge my billie brainworms when it sorta feels like she's not getting as much love as she deserves #you know? i want stories where her history is explored and her agency is important so i guess i'll roll up my sleeves #tumblr is a terrible place for this sort of critique IMO- lots of nuanceless empathy-free guilt-trip-ish rhetoric #so i hope i avoided that. but not so much that i seem forgiving. #that said i'm not tagging this one with fandom tags! no thank you. #i am blaming arkane yes. but that is also not without games industry context #i could complain about amateurish writing but that also never happens in a vacuum. industry problem(s) for sure. #people love to blame writers for things #and yeah a couple really fucking good writers can push a boulder uphill #but its usually a company problem #hire lots of diverse people in your company. give them authority and respect and reasonable workloads. and no crunch. #ah fuck this is a separate essay in tags. again #THIS WAS A SIMPLE QUESTION #*clutches head in hands* #uh if you're still reading at this point im SO sorry and thank you and i love you

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

A Cursed Reality-JJK x M!Reader (Ch.2)

Question: Do you guys prefer longer chapters or shorter chapters? I’ve been making an effort to write longer chapters but if you hate reading them I’ll write them less.

Warnings: fluff, comparison of Inumaki’s speech to a disability/handicap, cursing. Dislike of Maki (Not me. wrong bitch. I love her)

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Chapter Two:

[Name] actively dislikes hanging out with the second years. Not that they’re bad people in any way, it’s just he’s anxious and awkward, and even after spending a year familiarizing himself with the school and the people in it, there’s like a small group of people he would invite to his birthday party.

That and he just doesn’t care for Maki Zen’in. And it is most definitely mutual. To him, she’s just pretty. She also won’t die in a battle between her and a curse below first grade. But that’s about the end of her appeal. Of course, Panda is fun to tease but he typically plays the peacemaker between the second years. [Name] would rather not care about people in peace.

There’s no dramatic reason to it all, it’s just [Name] didn’t really come to Jujutsu Tech by choice so he hadn’t intended on making friends. He obviously failed considering he befriended Inumaki within his first day and they have some homoromantic vibes going on in their friendship.

That’s not to say you can’t platonic cuddle with your best friend but when you longingly gaze into each other’s eyes and he’s the only friend you’ve made besides an annoyingly hyper 30-year-old because no one else understands you like he does… And it kind of goes both ways considering you’re the only person he trusts himself enough to have a full-on conversation with.

Yeah, it’s not looking very good for the argument that they’re not gay. They’re not though. At least not now.  

“[Name]”

“Yeah toge?”

“You look like you’ve got something on your mind” Inumaki responded. And although he had plenty of experience saying words, having a conversation without using safe words felt a little weird. It was an aspect of who he was now and [Name] being immune to the cursed speech wouldn’t erase the problems he had with talking and it didn’t make [Name] his savior or soulmate.

Luckily [Name] was both lonely and not a complete asshole because he had no problems adapting to the switch between Toge’s ‘onigiri glossary’. Learning it was actually a really fun experience because it turns out Inumaki did not have the exact translation of all his safe words. He would just say an ingredient and [Name] had to fill in the blanks. There was a lot of trial and error and a lot of [Name] smiling down at Inumaki’s concentrated face.

“I was just thinking.” [Name] broke the contemplative silence.

“Hmm”

“You know” [Name] started again “... They say it was believed people kept their souls in their throats” and as Inumaki gave a confused denial (“fish flakes”) [Name] was internally panicking on whether or not he should keep going with this specific train of thought or make a joke to deflect from the very real and emotional but corny statement he was about to utter.

“Ah fuck it. I want to exercise the curses in the world or at least enough to keep you safe so you don’t keep damaging your soul when you use your cursed technique”

“Sujiko”

[Name] looked at Inumaki. And as if breaking off pieces of his soul didn’t matter to him, Inumaki spoke, a short sentence that stunned [Name] into silence

“I love you”

If Gojo hadn’t come in, they might’ve kissed.

“[Name]-kun!!!”

Aaaand [Name]’s sentimental mood was gone. Don’t get him wrong, Gojo definitely would get an invite to [Name]’s birthday party, but the man was like 30 running around being overly cheerful and with that teasing nature he was definitely repressing some trauma. He also definitely had some of the worst timing

“What is it Gojo?”

“No sensei at the end? So mean!

“Fushiguro was sent out to find a cursed object but he’s been out all day with no calls back home or anything. Of course I plan on going to check on my beloved student, but I am busy for the next hour or so. Can you please check on him? For your favorite sensei?”

“My favorite sensei is actually Nanami and he’s not even a sensei but yeah I’ll check on the emo kid”

‘You’re pretty emo yourself dude’ Gojo thought to himself

“Ah Thank you [Name]-kun. You’re a lifesaver” Gojo called out behind him as he left to do whatever it is crazy white haired ‘old’ men do.

‘He’s/I’m totally not doing this for free’ both [Name] and Inumaki thought at the same time.

[Name] got up suddenly and started getting ready to leave paying no attention to Inumaki who watched him get ready with a casual interest. Before [Name] headed out, he turned to look at Inumaki with a serious and concentrated expression.

“Toge.”

“I love you”

“What the hell happened here?”

“....”

“Fushiguro-kun, if you please”

“Well I only know half of the story so it’s best if we hear it from Itadori”

All eyes whipped to the shirtless Yuji who had just gotten control of his body back from Sukuna, the apparent king of curses.

“I’d say it started when I went to school this morning but I think it started a little earlier for Fushiguro. Right Fushiguro?” Yuji asked

‘I swear I’m going to explode if someone doesn’t tell me the how we got this far I mean Fushiguro is bleeding from his head, this pink haired enthusiastic kid is possessed and I can’t tell if he’s too sweet to care or if he lost a few of his brain cells when he and the little emo first year wrecked this building’ [Name] thought to himself.

Clearing his throat he began “Well okay Fushiguro has a lot of really bad injuries so is it okay with you if he just quickly shares his part and then you take over?”

“Ohh Yeah that makes sense” Itadori awed and both he and [Name] turned their attention to poor Megumi who was bleeding from his forehead.

“Yesterday I was sent to retrieve a special grade cursed object and when I got there it was gone. Gojo sensei told me I couldn’t go home until it was recovered. The next day I stalked around the school and investigated when I saw Yuji for the first time.”

“Oh I remember that. It’s my turn to take over now. Uhh. I was in the occult club with my senpais Sasaki and Iguchi and we were asking the spirits about which animal the Student Council President was weaker than ( a fish) and then he burst in the room because he didn’t approve of our club-”

“Fast forward please” [Name] interrupted

“Fushiguro found me after my grandpa died and told me Iguchi and Sasaki were in danger because of the finger so I led him to the school where they said they were going to peel off the seal”

“And that’s why we’re here” [Name] surmised

“So what’s the situation”

“Gojo-sensei”/ “Old Man what are you doing here?” Megumi and [Name] called out

“I wasn’t gonna come but the higher ups got involved. I knew you’d all be fine though, I sent [Name] here to deal with it.”

“That’s true” Fushiguo mumbled

“I’m glad you all have faith in me” [Name] started “But that means I came here for absolutely nothing”

“... So did you find it?” Gojo asked

“Um sorry.... I ate it”

Gojo who didn’t hear the whole introduction and [Name] who didn’t quite get to the eating of the finger part in the story turned to Yuji in shock

“For real”

“For real”

“Haha you’re not kidding. They’re combined. How does your body feel?” Gojo asked Yuji

“Okay”

“Can you switch to Sukuna?”

“Sukuna?” Yuji asked

“The curse object you ate”

“Oh yeah. Probably”

“Ten seconds” gojo said “Take control again after ten seconds”

“I dunno about this”

“Don’t worry. I’m the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer”

Megumi looked to [Name] after hearing a curious “hmm” but [Name]’s face showed no anger or displeasure.

“Megumi hold onto this will ya” Gojo’s voice bled through Megumi’s thoughts of who would win between [Name] and Gojo. Give it a year or two and it might actually be [Name].

“What’s this?” Megumi asked

‘It better be a fucking weapon’ [Name] thought ‘Because if he sent me out because his important business was shopping he’s gonna regret it’

“Kikufuku Mochi” Gojo replied casually before feeling bloodlust leaking from [Name]. He’ll just have to make it up to the second year somehow

“Behind you” Fushiguro called out and [Name] sucked his teeth hoping Gojo would get hit at least once. He did not get his wish once

“I’ve got a student watching so..I hope you don’t mind if I show off a little bit” . And after that Gojo commenced kicking Sukuna’s ass. Sukuna tried to monologue a little as he sent out a powerful attack, but he missed Gojo on account of Gojo’s infinity dispelling the attack. By the time Sukuna realized Gojo was unharmed it was time for Yuji to switch back.

“Oh was everything okay?” Yuji asked as he came to his senses.

“Oh what a surprise” Gojo responded “You really can control it”

“Yeah, but he’s kind of annoying”

“It’s a miracle that’s the only side effect” Gojo said right before knocking Yuji out with one finger

“If he wakes up and isn't possessed, he might have potential as a vessel. Okay question for you two. What do I do with him?”

“Even if he is a potential vessel… He must be executed under jujutsu regulations…

“But I don’t want to let him die”

“Is that a personal opinion? Gojo asked

“Yes, a personal opinion. Please do something about it.

Gojo smiled and the two of them turned their attention towards [Name] who had been silent throughout the whole experience.

‘Besides being a little too excitable, he’s not bad. Like a puppy. I’d keep him as a pet.’ [Name] thought

“Don’t kill him” he said

“A precious student's request. And one from my favorite second year? Of course. Leave it to me!” Gojo said before lifting Yuji up.

[Name] still a little upset he was called away for nothing, raised his hand in front of his mouth so gojo couldn’t see what he was doing and whispered

“Fall over”

“Aak! [Name]-kunnn”

Fushiguro was shocked to see Gojo faceplant on the ground with Yuji on his shoulder. If the combination of Fushiguro’s wide eyed expression and the sight of Gojo in pain made [Name] giggle a little, he’d never admit it.

#x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #x reader #reader insert #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #m!reader #male!reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #that-bi-bitch-writes #a cursed reality

[kim-chann]

“Love?” [Osomatsu X Reader]

This was written on Wattpad, but I decided to post some written stories here too. Anyways, this was requested for a while back on Wattpad, but I decided to share it here on Tumblr too. 

"(Y/n)-chan, it's an emergency! (Y/n)-chan!!" Osomatsu screams, bursting into your room.

You turn your head, eyes wide as Osomatsu runs into your room, a face full of distraught in urgency, "What's wrong?! Did Karamatsu go missing?!"

"No--"

"Did Choromatsu lose his Nyaa-chan tickets?"

"No--"

"Did Ichimatsu lose ESP Kitty again?"

"No--"

"Did--

"No!" He interrupts you before you continue blabbering anything about his younger brothers. He pants, still recovering from running to your house. "It's not about my brothers," He sucks up a breathe, "Totoko-chan's looking for a boyfriend!"

"..." You stare at him. "Eh?"

"I know right! Now's my chance, (Y/n)-chan! I can finally ask her out!" He cheers, jumping up and down, doing handstands and dancing around chanting, 'girlfriend' with a blush on his cheeks.

"Oh..." You feel your heart throb painfully, a heavyweight pressing on your chest, watching Osomatsu cheer on, extremely happy that Totoko was looking for a boyfriend.

You knew that Osomatsu has had a crush on Totoko ever since he was a child. Of course, he would, she was much prettier than you anyway! (You're very beautiful, don't listen to my writing). You sigh and force on a smile as you block out the sad feeling in your gut, trying so hard not to shed tears right in front of him.

"That's very," you swallow a breath, "good to hear...!"

Osomatsu stops cheering, before taking your hands in his, "You gotta help me!" He exclaims, his eyes glistening with confidence. "Train me."

"...What do you mean?"

"Train me to become a good boyfriend for Totoko-chan!"

"What--"

He goes on his knees, not even letting you answer, "Please! Please! You're my best friend! You gotta help me! Please, please, please--!"

He grabs on your ankles, repeating his begs as he cries at your feet.

"Okay, okay! Please stop!" You beg back, hating Osomatsu begging for someone that can never be you.

"Really?" He immediately gets up from the floor and stands up straight, "That was easier than I thought! Lucky!~" He rubs his index finger under his nose and laughs.

You glare at him before crossing your arms, "Fine. Okay, when do we start? Tomorrow? Next Saturday? Sun--"

"Now!"

"Now?!"

"Yes!"

You open your mouth, struggling to find words, before sighing out in defeat. You were happy for Osomatsu, you were. But knowing that fact that he's come for your advice for a woman that he loves on which was not you, it was very hard not to hold in the heavyweight in your chest. But as long as he was happy, you were happy

You turn to him, "Okay, fine."

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"Show me how you'd dress if you were going in a date with Totoko-chan." You say.

You were creating up scenarios and observing how Osomatsu would react to them, before giving him advice and correcting things. Osomatsu immediately dragged you to his home when you agreed to help him, making it easier for you to create scenarios when everything he owned was in his house anyway.

He shuffles behind the paper door before opening it with a grin. Osomatsu was wearing his signature red hoodie with some jeans that he always wore.

"What? You didn't even change." You acknowledge, an eyebrow quirked at his actions. "Huh? I can't wear what I like to wear on dates? Lameee." He drags out his last remark, arms crossed behind his head as he puckers his lips in disappointment.

"Well, you can wear what you like on dates as long as it's casual. But knowing Totoko-chan she would always want her man prettied up for her to brag about on social media, you know? Try something more... formal." You critique, snapping your fingers in emphasis.

Osomatsu nods and hums at the same time, "You gotta point, (Y/n)-chan... so what do I wear?" He tilts his head.

"You can always wear a suit."

Osomatsu runs over to the closet and changes into the usual blue suit that he and his brothers all have. "Tada!~ Will Totoko-chan date me now?~ Hehe~" He winks.

You smile at him, eyebrows arched in appeal, "...Well," You say, trying to find the right words, "It can work, but do you have any other suits?"

He shakes his head.

You sigh, 'That won't due at all.' You think to yourself. You clear your throat, "Well since this is just training, make sure to buy a new suit because your blue one is overused and a bit old, is it not?"

"Ehh? But suits are expensive!" He pouts, puckering his lips.

You find yourself guilty as you pull out a 10,000 yen bill ($100). "Here, don't use it on Panchi--"

He swats it away from your hands as soon as you pull it out, "Yahoo! I can win big looting with this much money!! Yaho--" "AHEM."

He stops when you glare at him, "Use it on a cheap suit. Don't you use it on gambling, Oso. This is serious. Do you want to be Totoko-chan's boyfriend or what?"

He immediately calms down and sits on the ground, face serious, ready for your next scenario.

You didn't know why but you would felt a bit happier if he spent the money on Panchinko than Totoko. But you clear those thoughts from your head and tell him to stand up.

"How would you hold her hand?"

Osomatsu grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers into yours. You feel your heart hammer in your chest and eyes grow wide as your cheeks grow red. 'No,' you think. 'I can't, this is for Totoko-chan, not for you!'

You hold his hand, feeling it, before your face scums up in disgust, "Why are your hands so clammy?"

You feel Osomatsu tense up a bit, "Uh... umm."

Oh my fucking God. EW.

You yank your hand away from his, wiping it on your pants. "Gross! Gross!" You yell, the feeling of his clammy hands lingering on your hand was still buzzing strong. "Lesson number one!" You exclaim, "Wash your hands after jerking off!!"

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It was late evening as you took Osomatsu out for a walk before his brothers go home, not wanting them to interrupt your 'dating session' with Osomatsu.

Your cheeks were still flared up a bit, knowing that you indirectly touched his dick from his hands. Disgusting. But honestly, you touch both his hand and his dick? What a combo-- Okay, that's enough.

Your lesson this time was trying not to make the atmosphere awkward with your date. That was important. But it was a bit difficult, knowing that you just held his clammy hands after he just recently jerked off. Even Osomatsu was flustered. Strange.

"Osomatsu, try to start a conversation, it's getting awkward..."

"Ah! Right, right."

He clears his throat before he thinks to himself for a moment, "So, um... (Y/n)-chan," He starts off, "Did you like the date?"

Him using your name as training was a bit difficult, not knowing if he was getting into character or not. But you really wished he wasn't. "It was really good, Oso! Thank you for taking me out!" You giggle, smiling.

He giggles too, his cheeks dusted with pink.

"But if Totoko-chan didn't like it, what do you say?"

"You ungrateful, bitch."

"NO!"

"Eh--"

"For the love of God-- NO! That's the last thing you wanna say to her!" You say, trying so hard to contain your laughter.

"Ehh? But I'm trying my best! I'm sensitive here!" He puckers his lips and pouts again.

"Yes, I know that, Oso. But please just be gentle on women. If you really rile Totoko-chan up, I don't want her to hauler up your ass!"

"Oho~? You care about me, (Y/n)-chan. You're so cute!" He teases, him ruffling your hair.

"Of course, I'm your best friend!" You force yourself to say 'friend', trying not to damage your heart than it was already was.

Osomatsu remains silent at your remark before he yawns, "I'm tired."

"Don't yawn during your date, she'll think you're bored of her."

"Geez, why are women so complicated and overreact to everything we men do?" He rolls his eyes.

"I don't know, that's how this generation works now I guess." You pause, "But you're tired, right? Let's end the training session for today for we can continue tomorrow." You stop walking and look at Osomatsu.

"But I'm gonna ask her out tomorrow!"

"What? But that's too soon!"

"Eh... you win some you lose some. I gotta shoot my shot before anybody else gets on that sweet piece of ass!" He laughs.

Your eye twitches, trying not to kick him in the balls. "Osomatsu, don't say that at loud in front of Totoko, she'll just think you're just using her for a one night stand."

Osomatsu sighs and nods, "Fine, fine."

"Okay, before we go on our separate ways, let's review," You clear your throat, "The first thing you're gonna do tomorrow?"

"Buy a suit."

"What should you always do with Totoko-chan?"

"Listen to what she has to say, and don't question too much about her."

"Good. What about on a date?"

"Start conversations, and don't talk about yourself. Let Totoko-chan do most of the talking and only answer if she's asking you."

"What's another important thing you should remember?"

"...Smile at the appropriate time-- god, why do I have to do that?" He complains.

"If you stare at a girl and smile at her the whole time, she'll think you're a huge creep."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He says.

"And the last one for now: when should be the appropriate time to confess?"

"When you feel it in your gut and she has your attention..."

You smile, "Good! You did great." You say, ruffling his hair as he chuckles.

"Anyways, go get plenty of rest now, and go get Totoko-chan tomorrow!" You say, before you part ways, waving.

Osomatsu watches you go, a blush on his cheeks. He feels his heart hammering when he remembers the feeling of your hand run through his dark-brown locks. It was comforting. Really, really, comforting. He understands why Ichimatsu really likes head starches a lot now. He watches your figure disappear from his sight.

His body was tense.

His mind was trying to memorize what was his plan for tomorrow but it was all wiped down to one thing: (Y/n).

Why was he feeling like this? This was for Totoko-chan, right? When he tries to replace the image of you with Totoko-chan, his feelings turn a bit sick before automatically picturing your face once again.

...

Oh.

Oh.

God... how was this gonna work tomorrow?

__

You dig your feet into your ground, a nervous blush on your cheeks as you lean against the tree. Why did Osomatsu call you out? Was he going to need help shopping?

"Oyyy! (Y/n)-chan!!" Osomatsu calls, gaining your attention. You turn your head as your eyes grow wide. He was wearing a red suit, what was going on?

"Oh wow, Oso! You look great!" You compliment. You felt a bit relieved that the money that you gave him was not spent on Panchinko but on a really great suit. You felt proud of yourself for that one.

Osomatsu giggles, a blush on his cheeks. "Thanks! You look hot too, babe!"

Woah what. You feel your cheeks redded at the sudden nickname, "W-Woah, where did that come from?" You ask, but secretly, you really liked it.

Osomatsu rubs his index finger under his nose. "Hehe, just thought I'd try it out."

You smile before you tug on his suit, "Not that I'm complaining, but why are you wearing your suit now? You should take it for Totoko-chan later today." You note, crossing your arms.

Osomatsu's cheeks dust with pink, "Oh... it's nothing really. Don't mind me." He says, shaking his head. "Okay...?"

He clears his throat, "Okay, let's go, I'm going to take you somewhere where you haven't been before. It's gonna be great!" He laughs, his hand gripping on your wrist gently before tugging you forward, making you run with him.

Shock is the only thing you can really feel at this moment. But nonetheless, you really enjoyed it.

__

"How'd you reserve such a restaurant like this?" You say, sitting down at the table where the server led the two of you too.

Osomatsu giggles, "Secret, babe."

You blush again, "But I thought this was for Totoko."

Osomatsu's eyes widen when you mention her, trying to find his words, "...I'm just trying to pay you back."

"Oh! Well, you didn't really need to go this far, you know?" You smile at him.

Smile at the appropriate times

Osomatsu smiles at you, and shakes his head, "Nah, you deserve this. Besides, you've been too nice for a NEET like me."

"Wow, that is the first time you really admitted that you're a NEET." You raise your brows at him.

He stammers for a bit, "Well, I don't know. It just slipped out, babe." His poor excuse made you giggle at his awkwardness.

A server comes to your table as the both of you order, with smiles on your faces.

Silence grows between the two of you, as Osomatsu can feel his feat sweat as he fumbles with his suit.

Start conversations

"So um, (Y/n)-chan," Osomatsu starts, clearing his throat. "How are things lately?"

"Um? We just hung out yesterday. But I guess things are well. How about you? Ready to confess to Totoko later today?" You ask, leaning into the table, taking your drink straw in your mouth.

He feels himself grow uneasier by the second, he didn't want to spend the whole date... wait date? Yeah! Date! The thought was burned into his head as his cheeks flare up a shade of red. "Y-Yeah! I'm so r-ready!"

"Are... you okay?" You ask, leaning up, sitting straight.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it."

He dares himself to look up at you in the eyes as his lips fall into a flat line. He wants to change up the subject about (Y/n) but how?

Listen to what she has to say, and don't question too much about her.

'Right, right.' He thinks to himself, confidence coming back to him. "I'm just wondering, what are some random facts about you?" He blurts out.

You blink, "Umm... well, I really like (favorite food), and I enjoy (favorite hobby), and hang out with you if that counts as a random fact, haha." You laugh.

'Was that a flirt? Was she flirting?' Osomatsu questions himself, his eyes locked on your joyed expression, admiring your amused face.

"What about you? What are some facts about you that I don't know?"

Osomatsu yelps, realizing that you were asking him a question, "Oh um... I did... I did ballet as a child--"

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god really?"

"Heyyy!"

"Don't get me wrong, it really suits you." You say, giggling to yourself.

"Is that an insult? You're so mean, babe!" He crosses his arms, making you laugh even more.

"No! No, I'm sorry! Please continue." You encourage.

Osomatsu huffs, "I'm really good at shooting games at the arcade."

"Ooh, that's pretty cool! I'm not that bad at those games."

He smiles, "And um... I don't know what else there is, haha~" He puts an arm behind his head, laughing it off.

"Don't worry about it." You say, laughing with him.

The server soon comes with the food, as the two of you dine in, conversing in conversations and having good laughs. He was doing a good job avoiding the subject of Totoko because he remembers these tips:

Smile when it's appropriate

Start conversations

And... listen to what she has to say, and don't question her too much.

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"Man I'm stuffed!" Osomatsu says, stretching.

"Same." You whine, walking out of the restaurant.

"Their food was top notch, would go there again if I had money again." His remark caused you to laugh.

"Where'd you get the money anyway?"

Osomatsu freezes up, "You..."

"Eh? Me? I thought you used it for the suit!"

"No, no, my dad came with me and bought me a suit to dress more appropriately." He says, rubbing his finger under his nose.

"Ahh, okay." It made more sense how a high-quality suit was bought more than 10,000 yen.

"Let's go, I wanna show you something," Osomatsu says, taking your hand into his. His hands were no longer clammy, it was soft. You were glad that he listened to you.

The two of you walked, hand in hand, listening to the crisp air as you walked down the sidewalk. The atmosphere wasn't awkward, so Osomatsu didn't bring up any conversations.

The two of you stopped at the park before he invites you to sit down on the bench with him. You smile before sitting down close to him, his hand still in yours.

"Woah, the stars look so pretty tonight." You say, looking up. Osomatsu looks up at you before gulping, a blush on his cheeks. His hands begin to grow sweaty as he holds yours a bit tighter.

You turn to him with a smile on your face, making him blush. "Thank you so much for taking me out today, Oso. I really appreciated it." You giggle, caushing him to struggle to find his words.

You looked so pretty in the moonlight.

Your smile.

Your eyes.

Your personality.

You were beautiful.

He gulps.

Confess when you feel it in your gut and she has your attention

"(Y/n)-chan," he calls, putting his free hand on top of the hand that was holding his other hand. "I need to tell you something."

"Yes, Oso?"

He feels his heart hammer out of his chest before he sucks in a breath, "I... I really like you! Please go out on a date with me again!" He shuts his eyes and places his forehead on your folded hands, bowing.

"I know I asked you for help about Totoko-chan, but I realized..." He raises his head, nervous tears in his eyes, "That I like you! Not Totoko-chan." He halts, "Please!"

Your eyes were wide as you stare at Osomatsu with your lips agape. You struggled to find words. But the only thing that comes in your mind repeatedly.

'Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy, shit--'

You feel his hands grow loose on yours, realizing that you were frozen up for took long. You quickly grab his hands again before making him face you, "Of course! Osomatsu! I'd love to date you!" You yell in his face, releasing all your built-up feelings for him, not knowing how to fully express it.

The next second, you feel yourself being lifted in the air, Osomatsu's arms on your waist and spins you around, him crying out in happiness. He drops you gently on the ground before he pulls you into a hug, and kisses your temple before screaming out, "Thank you so much Akatsuka-sensei!!!"

#Osomatsu #osomatsu san #Osomatsu-san #oneshot #fanfic #osomatsu headcanon #osomatsu hc #fluff #osomatsu x reader

[fanficshiddles]

In the dark, One shot

Thank you for the prompt. Had fun with this one!

Prompt: I have this idea that Tom is lonely but he’s too nervous and leery of fake people to try dating. He finds out that there’s this highly secretive service he can use to have anonymous sex. The girl is blindfolded and has signed a contract to keep quiet. He can do anything he wants, request anything he wants her to do, and there’s no talking unless he requests it. So lots of smutty smut would be awesome. Maybe he’s a dom? Or just kinky. Anyway, I was thinking he really likes this one girl, and I’d love it if she was plus size, and he starts trying to talk with her. Eventually she figures out who he is and …..

 Tom sighed while he scrolled through google, looking for something he didn’t think would exist. Though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was exactly that he was looking for.

He just wanted some company, a bit of fun on the side maybe. Or even a proper date with a nice girl. But with his fame, it made that difficult. To get someone genuine, who wasn’t just interested in him for his fame or for Loki.

But then he came across one advert on google that piqued his interest.

Looking for hot fun with no strings attached? They don’t even have to see your face. Click here!

At first, he thought it was just going to be a scam. But when he investigated, he learned that it was genuine. There were many options to be used in the club. And it was right here, in good old London. Just a short tube ride away from his home.

The following night, he was on his way there. Having phoned the club yesterday to book what he wanted. He had to go early to sign some papers and go over everything, but he was excited and hopeful.

Some of the options he was offered was use of a gloryhole. While that was appealing, he decided he wanted to be more hands on. To see who he was having fun with.

Another option was for both participants to wear a mask. But he wasn’t too keen on that idea either. Then when he asked for something rather specific, they were more than happy to accommodate that.

Amanda was a bit nervous, but excited too. She’d had enough of going on regular dates for them to all go badly. She didn’t even get laid from any of them.

When she joined the secret club, she didn’t really know what to expect. She decided to sign up just for the one night, for one time to see what it was like.

The man she was to have fun with had filled out a profile for her to read over and she did the same. They both accepted and thus the play date was quickly set up. It was very efficient.

There were no pictures shared between them, but descriptions had been shared.

Amanda knew that she was to be blindfolded the entire time. And she had signed a special form to say that she wouldn’t take it off herself. Or she would be sued. The man had also requested that she didn’t speak, just did as she was told. Unless she needed to use her safe word.

She also had to write down any hard limits for her, and also what she would say for her safe word or what she would do if she was gagged.

A woman showed her to the room. The man had requested that she was naked and kneeling on the floor when he arrived. So once she undressed and knelt down, she put the blindfold on and made sure it was secure.

Then she waited.

So many thoughts ran through her mind for that five minutes she was kneeling there, waiting. Should she run away now? Was she doing the right thing? Would it be worth it?

But she did her best and stayed calm, breathing deeply. Her trembling got worse though when she heard the door open, and heavy footsteps entered before the door closed again. The sound of the door locking was loud to her.

He walked over towards her, stopping just in front of her. Even though she couldn’t see, she could certainly feel his eyes burning into her. Taking in her appearance.

This was it, she thought. He was going to balk and leave. Saying she was too chubby, like most guys said. Or that her stretch marks were too prominent and disgusting. Maybe he wouldn’t like her face or her huge ass.

She was startled and jumped when he stroked her hair, oddly soothing her. Though she still couldn’t stop trembling.

‘No need to look so scared, pet.’ He purred, his voice deep and sultry. My god, she thought she was going to come on the spot.

But there was also something about the voice. It was weirdly familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it somehow.

‘I must say, I was not expecting to find such a beauty. So many naughty things to do with you, but where to start?’ He growled and stalked around her, his fingers trailed over her shoulders.

Amanda did her best to remember to keep breathing. Her other senses were super heightened because of being blindfolded. His touch felt electrifying, and his voice… It was just pure eargasms.

She let out a squeak when she was suddenly lifted up from under her arms, and he actually managed to lift her right up to her feet. But then another surprise when he spanked her ass, making her gasp and her hands shot back in reflex to cover herself.

‘No, hands down at your sides. Or do I have to restrain you?’ Tom said firmly.

Amanda quickly moved her hands away and balled them into fists at her side, hoping to remember to keep them there.

‘Good girl.’ His praise felt like it was swimming through her veins, she was in utter heaven already and he’d barely began.

Tom spanked her ass a few more times, then he pressed himself flush against her back with a hand wrapping around her throat.

‘You will never try to hide yourself from me. Especially that delectable ass of yours. Do you understand?’

Amanda desperately wanted to speak, to tell him yes Sir. But she knew she wasn’t allowed to speak. So she nodded instead.

Tom hummed in approval and then stepped away from her. She could hear some rustling of clothes, so thought he was undressing himself.

That was proved to be true when he moved on front of her and took her hand, guiding it to his hardening cock. Her lips parted in a quiet gasp upon feeling the size of him. He couldn’t help but grin at her reaction.

Amanda could feel him hardening in her hand while she stroked him, even when Tom dropped his own hand from her. Allowing her to do what she wanted.

He saw her licking her lips, so he told her to kneel. She practically fell to her knees in such a rush, desperate to taste him.

‘Do you want my cock in that pretty mouth of yours?’ He teased, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

She nodded quickly.

‘Well then, who am I to deny such a pretty girl?’ He chuckled and pressed his cock against her lips, that she parted and she took him into her mouth.

Tom moaned and slid his hands into her hair, guiding her along. Forcing her to take him down as far as she could, when she started choking around him, he waited a few seconds before pulling back slightly. Then he started bobbing her head up and down on him, fucking her mouth.

‘Ohhh, yes. Such a lovely mouth.’ He growled.

The great thing about this anonymous club, was he could let loose and be as dominant as he wanted. As kinky as he desired, without worry of anyone knowing who he was. He certainly didn’t want all of his fans to know what he preferred in the bedroom.

‘Swallow all of it.’ He said through gritted teeth when he started pulsing and throbbing hotly against her tongue.

Amanda obeyed and when he came, she made sure to swallow all he had to give her. But there was quite a lot, some dribbled out and down her chin. But Tom didn’t mind.

When he pulled out of her mouth, he was panting and sweating already. But nowhere near finished with her.

‘That was exquisite, pet. Now, time to repay the favour.’ He grinned and lifted her up again from under her arms.

Tom helped her over to the bed and lay her down, head comfortable on the pillows. But before going down on her, he tied her wrists to the top of the headboard. That surprised her, but turned her on even more.

She LOVED being restrained.

Tom slid his hands down from her wrists, down her arms and when his fingers lightly brushed across her underarms she giggled and writhed under him. That made Tom’s grin grow even larger.

‘Ticklish, are we?’ He teased and tickled her underarms for a minute, enjoying the way she clearly struggled to not say anything. But plenty of laughter came from her and all the wriggling was making Tom painfully hard again.

He gave the poor girl a rest as he leaned down to kiss and suck her nipples, then kissed his way further down her body. Amanda couldn’t believe it when he forced her legs apart and placed them up over his shoulders, making her extremely vulnerable to him.

Tom kissed her inner thighs first, loving her thick thighs. He gripped them tightly as he got closer and closer to her centre. She was soaking wet for him, just waiting for his attention.

The teasing continued for a little longer, because he so enjoyed to drag out the pleasure of his partners. He pressed a kiss against her mound, then licked right up her cunt. Spreading her folds apart with the flat of his tongue, getting in there.

Amanda started moaning without holding back. He knew how to work his tongue, that was for sure. He alternated from long and broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, to more precise licks over her clit with the tip.

He could feel her thighs trembling hard over his shoulders. She was close to coming, so he latched onto her clit and gave it all the attention to push her over the edge. The sounds that came from her while she came was beautiful to Tom, she wasn’t holding back and he really liked that about her.

‘Mmmm.’ He licked her clean as much as he could, only causing more arousal to form. But he smacked his lips in delight. ‘Delicious little morsel you are.’

He lowered her body back down onto the bed, but remained between her legs as he lay his body on top of her. He surprised her by kissing her on the lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself on him.

Amanda moaned into his mouth when he pressed the tip of his cock against her cunt, only just pushing into her before pulling out again. He rubbed it up over her clit, making her body jerk, it was still sensitive.

‘Do you want my cock? Do you want my cock inside of you?’ Tom growled and kissed her neck, suckling on a certain spot that drove her wild. ‘Let me hear your lovely voice beg for my cock.’

Amanda knew that she could talk with his permission. So she didn’t hold back.

‘Please, Sir! Please fuck me. Please, I beg you!’ She cried out, trying to move her hips upwards against him too.

‘Mmm, since you begged so nicely.’ He purred and then finally he sank into her.

Amanda gasped and it took her body a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Tom allowed her a moment to adjust, stilling once he was balls deep inside her. She tugged hard against her restraints, wanting to touch him, but the fact she couldn’t made her even needier.

Tom could feel her body clenching down around him, so that’s when he started to move. He started fucking her deep and rough, pushing her firmly down into the bed, her breasts squashed against his chest.

He kept attacking her neck while he fucked her, finding the right angle that made her weep. He made sure to keep hitting it with every thrust. And once he was almost there, he wanted her to come at the same time so he sneaked a hand down between them to rub her clit with his fingers.

That threw her over, made her clamp down on his cock and squeeze him for everything he had.

And he gave her everything he had. Spilling into her with a loud moan.

Amanda was totally gone, the pleasure was too much. It was incredible. She’d never experienced anything like it before.

When he pulled out of her, she whined softly. Missing the full feeling already.

She half expected him just to leave, now he had his fuck. But instead, to her great delight, he untied her wrists and then lay with her in his arms, softly stroking her back to soothe her. Her body was still super sensitive, but it was starting to calm down.

‘I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, pet.’ Tom said softly, trailing his fingers back up to the back of her neck.

She nodded, smiling.

‘You can speak, if you wish to… What’s your name? If I may ask? You don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to.’

‘It’s Amanda.’ She said without hesitation. She wasn’t sure why, this was still a stranger.

For all she knew, he could be a really old ugly kind of guy. But the sex had been amazing, so she wasn’t going to complain. And he had a sexy voice.

‘Well, it is lovely to meet you Amanda.’ He chuckled. ‘And I have to say, I had a lot of fun with you. You are incredibly sexy.’

Amanda blushed hard at his words. She was sure she recognised that voice. But she still couldn’t quite figure it out.

‘Thank you. I would say the same, but it’s hard to tell being blindfolded.’ She giggled.

Tom paused for a moment. He felt bad that she wasn’t to see him at all, especially after the sex they just had. He desperately wanted to see her eyes, because she was truly beautiful. He had been worried about having more feelings for her as soon as he saw her. He wasn’t normally one to just fuck and run.

‘I uh, don’t normally do this kind of thing. At all.’ He said sheepishly.

‘Me neither. But I was fed up of dates failing all the time. I thought, why not?’ She shrugged. ‘A girl has needs too, I guess.’

Tom gripped her chin and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. Then he leaned in again and kissed her softly.

‘Thank you for this wonderful night, Amanda.’

‘Thank you too.’ She smiled.

After that night, Tom couldn’t stop thinking about her. Every night, she was on his mind.

So he contacted the club again, asking if she was available. They said she hadn’t returned but they had her contact, so would get in touch and see what they could do for him.

Amanda was so shocked when she got a call from the club, telling her the same man was requesting her again.

Since she had nothing else planned, she obliged.

The same happened, she was blindfolded while Tom had his wicked way with her. Taking her from behind the second time after giving her a good spanking across his lap.

He spent time with her after, asking some more questions about her. Like her age, what kind of job she was in and what her hobbies were. He kept his own answers to minimal, not giving too much about himself away.

But that wasn’t enough for Tom.

He requested her again and again. Until finally, he snapped.

They had just had sex again, for about the fifth time. She was lying with her head on his chest while he stroked her back.

‘Would you like to see me?’ He asked out of the blue, not sure if he was doing the right thing or not.

‘Only if you want to. I mean, I know this was the rules you wanted.’

Tom said nothing. Instead, he carefully untied the blindfold from the back of her head and let it slide down from her eyes. When she opened her eyes, Tom was stunned again by her full beauty. His heart skipping a few beats.

It took Amanda a moment for her eyes to adjust after being in the dark for so long. But when she focused on the man, she could barely believe her eyes. He was absolutely stunning. All this time and she had been having kinky sex with a god of a man.

‘Wow.’ She gasped.

‘Wow?’ Tom chuckled.

‘You’re… so handsome.’ She blurted out with a blush.

‘Well, thank you.’ Tom grinned.

She then frowned and cocked her head to the side. ‘Wait a minute... I thought I recognised your voice.’

Uh oh. Here we go. Tom thought, worried.

‘You’re that guy from that play, Coriolanus. God, I can’t remember your name. I’m so sorry. But you were great!’ She rambled quickly.

Tom felt relief flood through him. And he found her even more adorable than he already did.

‘That is me, yes. It’s Tom, Tom Hiddleston. And it’s nice to meet you officially.’ He blushed a little.

‘I guess we are kind of past that part, since you’ve already been balls deep in me multiple times.’ She laughed, her face bright red now she had seen the handsome face of the man who had thoroughly fucked her so well various times over the past month.

‘That is true.’ Tom nodded. He couldn’t resist looking her up and down, now he could see all of her.

‘Would you… Please say no if I am over stepping the mark. But, would you like to join me for dinner some night?’ He asked, hopeful.

Her eyes lit up at his offer.

‘I would love to!’

#in the dark #one shot #prompt #tom hiddleston #fan fiction

[curtisandlewis]

(TO BE TITLED)

Dean/Female OC/Jerry

Not Safe for Work (This fic has explicit sexual content including nudity, explicit description of sex acts and anatomy)

Summary: (1000+ words in progress) Dean and Jerry never consider three to be a crowd. It’s Jerry’s turn to pick the lovely lady and this time he may have outdone himself.

Some Things to Look Forward To: Neck Kissing, Nipple Sucking, Implication Heterosexual intercourse,  Implication Manual Sex: Penis, Implication Intercurial Sex,  Manual Sex: Vagina, Implication come, Implication Climax, Oral Sex: Vagina, Mouth Fucking

I wrote this for my very good friend Kayley’s birthday and I hope she likes it!

(THIS STORY WILL BE GETTING SEVERAL UPDATES AS I WRITE THEM)

Jerry found the girl this time.  Dean knew Violet wasn't going to be typical. Jerry always liked his women to be a bit more… open-minded.  They met in her room because of its neutral location. It only took one drink for them to go to the bedroom and start taking all their clothes off. Dean was an expert at not letting his eyes linger on Jerry. He had the boy's curves memorized and would be touching them soon enough.

Violet lay between them. Jerry was to her right kissing her exposed skin. His hand traveled across her stomach and down to her hip.

Dean stayed at her neck until he saw Jerry's mouth move down to her breast. His mouth followed Jerry's and they both licked and sucked the nipple on their side.

Violet arched her back. A moan escaped from her lips.

Dean saw Jerry's hand move from her hip to her inner thigh. He slowly caressed her but didn't cross the line. Dean wished Jerry would cross the line. He loved watching him fuck women. The thought of the bed moving and Jerry's cock pumping deep inside of her made him slightly aroused. His tongue swirled around the peak and he moaned as he closed his mouth over it. Beautiful thoughts of being behind Jerry entertained his mind. He would caress his perfect ass as he slid between his heavenly thighs that made his cock feel at home.

Jerry kissed her chest and his fingers moved from her thigh to crossing that line and petting her.

Violet arched her back at his touch and let out soft moans.

"Paul, rub her breast while I check the oil."

Dean moved his hand to her right side and gently thumbed her nipple while he kissed her left breast.

Jerry inserted his index finger then sucked on it like a lollipop. He liked his women so wet they dripped down their thighs.

Dean could see he was rubbing her. He moved to the woman's neck so she would get the full effect. Dean never understood why Jerry liked doing that. He had fingered plenty of women, what guy hadn't? But when you rub on them like that some of them damn near gush and it gets EVERYWHERE. You have to avoid the wet spot on the sheets and what the fuck were you supposed to do about it all over your hand? Of course, when he did it to Jerry it got all over his hand too but that was different. Jerry did that because he wanted the clit swollen and hard so it was more fun to suck on. Sometimes, he said, it acted just like a cock and come would shoot out from somewhere…That made Dean even less interested.

The girl's moans got louder. "Oh, yeah…right there…" She reminded him of when Jerry gets close.

Dean kissed up to her jaw then her lips. Their mouths opened and she moaned. Dean wasn't sure if Jerry was gonna' do this until she came or if he had other plans. He always liked to take advantage of the fact women could come again and again and again…Still, it was nice enough to kiss her and maybe Jerry liked watching it.

"Don't come yet, sweetheart."

Dean broke the kiss to watch Jerry kiss down her thigh. There he goes. Always face first just like the bit where he pretends Dean's face is a pussy and he even dips his nose in and out. Only Jerry could think of a joke like that. It confused the fuck out of Dean why the Kid liked it so much. He knew a couple of guys that out of desperation for head or some back door action would swallow their pride and give their girl a couple of licks. Jerry, though, would be happy even if the girl didn't do anything in return. Dean never tried it. Women were happy enough to be fucked by him and why screw up something that worked so well?

Violet was occupied enough that Dean could slowly move down her body to where Jerry was. He gave another look to make sure she wasn't in eyesight of what he was doing. He petted Jerry's head. The boy liked to be touched during moments like this. Had he known the girl a little better he would reach under and stroke him or give his balls a nice tug. But touching his hair would have to be enough.

Long ago, Dean figured Jerry's fixation for tasting women was just another one of his many quirks. Now, as he stared down at Jerry's black hair, a sight similar to when he went down on him, he wondered if Jerry was just more of a giving kinda guy. He sure did seem happy when he had Dean's cock in his mouth. His mouth and tongue could do things not even prostitutes did. And he always wanted to know what Dean liked. Did he like it when he touched him here? Should he lick him there? When that boy gave head it was like nothin' else.

Dean's hand moved down to his back. "Atta, Boy." He may never fully understand just what Jerry found so appealing about being headfirst between a woman's thighs but it made his partner happy and that was enough.

Jerry wiped his face, savoring the taste in his mouth. It still felt like Dean was touching him. Strong hands going down his back to his ass with a soft caress and grip. He begged in his mind for Dean to jerk him off when he felt his hands between his thighs. Jerry would have came hard after a few strokes. Violet was damn good. It surprised him that he didn't shoot all over his stomach when she started thrusting her hips and making his tongue fuck her. Nothing made him hornier than a woman who knew how to get hers. And Dean made it even better by holding his head and moving it in the perfect rhythm. They made such a great team even when they weren't on the clock.

Violet was the kind of gal that would ride your face without apology. Women were so easily embarrassed these days it was difficult to find one that would give him that glorious pleasure. Was it impolite to ask for seconds?

"Violet, honey, my partner could use your assistance. It's only fair."

Jerry looked down. He was throbbing and pre come dripped down from his tip.

"You don't have to convince me, Dean. I've been wanting that since the bath tub sketch on The Comedy Hour." She lifted herself up and smiled at Jerry. "You've got a nice cock."

"Thank you. I think he likes you," replied Jerry.

Violet laughed softly. "You're adorable in the most sexy way," she said grabbing his arm. "Let's switch."

"Wait," Jerry said holding her chin in his hand. He brought his mouth to hers and made sure she knew exactly what she tasted like.

Violet bit her lip when they parted. She straddled Jerry when he made himself comfortable in her previous place. "Do you want me to play with your balls before I get started?"  

"And during! I'd appreciate it."

"I think I could handle that. Oh, wait! What is Dean going to do?"

"I'll just watch," replied Dean.

"I wouldn't want you to feel left out."

Jerry smiled. He did pick a good one.

"That's okay. I like watchin'."

"You sure? I could stroke you while I'm playing with Jerry. I can't do it while I'm sucking him because it gets pretty sloppy. It's like patting your head and rubbing your stomach at the same time."

"I'm fine," Dean assured her.

"Okay. You gonna take care of yourself, then?"

"Yeah."

"Just don't come on my back. It's distracting. Jerry did me so good I want to give him my full attention."

"You got it."

Violet started rubbing Jerry's thighs. "Is there anything you want me to do while you're watching?"

"Just swallow him good."

Violet turned her attention back to Jerry. "You ready?"

Jerry nodded. He felt Violet gently cup his balls and it relaxed him instantly.  Her hand felt so good against him.

I like touching men like this. Is it funny to hear a woman say that?"

"Not at all. What we like in the bedroom is individual to us…oh…that's what makes sex beautiful. I'm guessing you like to give pleasure."

Violet giggled. "Just a little."

"You're definitely good at it." She was massaging him now with exact right pressure. He usually had to teach people to touch him like this. "Violet, what Dean said, do you swallow?"

"Yeah. I can take you all the way in too. I'm guessing you want that," Violet smiled. "You don't have to worry about me. I have experience in this area."

He sure did pick a good one! Pressure was building in his cock and it cried out for to be touched, sucked, anything! Luckily, for him Violet noticed.

"I think we better get to the main event."

Jerry lay back and closed his eyes as Violet's tongue coated the surface of his throbbing cock. She went from base to tip, running her mouth up and down the sides of the shaft. Her lips sweetly kissed the tip and expertly tongued his slit all while touching him the places that people tended to neglect. This was the reason why you should only do this with people who enjoy it. Better yet find someone who loves it. With the pre come mixing with her saliva he hadn't been this wet-so to speak-in years. Her moans were music to his ears and he let all the sensations take over him.

Time passed, Jerry wasn't sure how much when he felt a hand caressing his face. He opened his eyes and saw Dean lying beside him. He kissed his forehead, his nose, then his lips. Jerry loved this part. Their kissing was almost chaste until Jerry brushed his finger along Dean's bottom lip urging them to open. When he tasted Dean's tongue he could also feel Violet moving in the just right pace halfway down his cock. He moaned in Dean's mouth and things got heated. Dean was at his neck, his throat, chest. He thought he would lose his mind when Dean stuck the tip of his tongue in his ear. Jerry cried out like they were riding him both. What will the neighbors think? He did not give a fuck. Jerry whimpered because he needed more from Dean. His hand moved down Dean's stomach, giving him the clue.

Dean got it right away. He kneeled next to Jerry's head and Jerry situated himself so he was eye level with his erection.  Mine, Jerry thought as he fisted the cock. Usually he could write entire poems about Dean's body but all the blood had gone from his head. He watched his hand move up and down in wonder. He loved the shape of Dean's cock and how it felt in his hand. No matter how many times he did this or saw Dean do it, watching the pre come almost gush out of his tip fascinated him. Violet's mouth was headed south and Jerry's mouth watered. He didn't give Dean any warning before putting the tip in his mouth. Jerry didn't waste any time. He sucked him until he was halfway in. It felt just like 69 but without all the damn hassle. Violet was working him over so good and Dean always felt amazing in his mouth. He could never quite describe the taste. Only that Paul tasted like Paul and that was his favorite flavor.

Dean's hands went from being in his hair to clutching his shoulders for dear life. Jerry backed off slowly, hoping Dean didn't want him to stop but he did. Jerry kissed the tip and waited for Dean's reaction.

To his surprise Dean began stroking himself and Jerry got a great idea.

Jerry pointed at Dean's erection then to his opened mouth.

Dean gave Jerry a confused look.

Jerry pointed to Dean then pantomimed jerking off. He pointed to himself with an open mouth and just to make it clear jerked his hand in front of it. I WANT YOU TO JERK OFF IN MY MOUTH YOU GREASEBALL

Dean caught on quick and shook his head. He pointed at Violet then turned back to Jerry wagging his finger.

Jerry shrugged. He thought they could get away with it. Violet was pretty busy. She had her hands-er mouth full at the moment. Jerry was all the way in and hit her throat. Good girl….

Their collective moans filled the room. Even Violet's muffled moans could be heard until that final moment when all their voices blended together.  

TO BE CONTINUED    

#jerrylevitch #Fangirl Fic

[chasholidays]

Clarke texts Bellamy terrible things she's cooking, such as Gatorade rice

how do people cook

The sound of the text notification pulls Bellamy away from the papers he’s grading, and he rubs his face, trying to figure out what time it is and how long he’s been at this. He signed up to TA for a summer term, which was a good idea for his finances and resume, but the professor seems to think of him as nothing but a machine that grades and answers emails, which isn’t good for anyone, pedagogically speaking.

He figures out, from studying his phone for a second that, one, he’s been grading for three straight hours and, two, Clarke is doing that “not using punctuation makes me look casual” thing again when she texts, even though she doesn’t know how to turn off autocorrect, so she has to manually uncapitalize her letters, which is the opposite of casual.

Me: Cook what?Or are you just wondering how it’s possible that people cook?

Clarke: both i guessi did not do well with dinner

She attaches an image of a very undercooked pork chop covered in what looks like paper mache; he’s not sure what she was trying to make, but it’s safe to say she didn’t make it.

Me: I can tell you cooked parts of it

Clarke: yeah?which partsbe specific

Me: The part of the meat that isn’t pinkWhat were you going for?

Clarke: artichoke stuffed pork chops

Me: For your first meal ever?

Clarke: it looked easy!!what are you up to?

Me: [image]Grading for the rest of my life apparently

Clarke: aren’t summer classes supposed to be easier?did I make that up?

Me: You did, yeahThey’re shorter and more intenseAnd this one is writing intensive so Diyoza has them turning in papers every dayAnd has me grading all of them

Clarke: good thing you don’t have a social life or that would really suck

Me: Thanks for understanding Did you start the new job yet?

Clarke: not yetnext weekbut this was when i could move into the new place so here i am

Me: How much effort are you putting into making your phone not capitalize the letter I

Clarke: i’m on my laptop right now so noneraven said my texting should be more casual if i was going to try online dating

Me: Did she tell you no capitals was casual? I think it’s more of a tone thingAnd are you trying online dating?

Clarke: trying or trying to try i guessworking on my profile now

Me: I don’t know why you’d want to be someone you’re not in online datingIf using capitals and punctuation makes someone not to date you, that’s a good sign you guys wouldn’t be good togetherAnd plenty of people like following stylistic rules

Clarke: do you have a source on that

Me: I do and I’m pretty sure you doSo that’s twoAlso I’m grading right now and I’m struggling not to correct all the errors in your texts

Clarke: OopsSorry

Me: Why online dating?

Clarke: Because it feels like the logical thingI’ve been single for a while, I’m in a new city with no real social group, I don’t want to date coworkersSo if I sign up for an app, I’m at least trying

Me: Yeah, that makes senseI’m just planning to die alone

Clarke: PleaseYou cough and people fall over themselves asking if you’re single

Me: Which is a fetish demographic I don’t care about appealing to so yeahDying alone

Clarke: [eyeroll]At least you can cook

Me: I’ll send you some easy recipes when I get homeBut yeah for now maybe just order a pizza

Clarke: Already done[screenshot]ETA twenty minutes

Me: GoodOkay, I need to finish this and get dinner tooBut keep me posted on the cookingMaybe send me pictures of meat before you eat it so I can approve it

Clarke: So if you’re away from your phone for a minute I can’t eat?

Me: Safety firstI’ll send recipes tonight

*

Bellamy met Clarke Griffin the first day of junior year, when they were moving into the dorms. She had the room directly above his, and for the first few weeks they had an ongoing pitched conflict because she was loud and he was trying to study, but then she broke up with her girlfriend who always wore heels. Bellamy made an asshole comment about how her new shoes were a huge improvement, Clarke snapped back that they weren’t her shoes, and suddenly they were bonding about being queer–bi in her case, pan in his–and breakups and school, and before he knew it, they were friends, and then best friends, and then one afternoon she smiled at him in the library and he realized he was in love.

In theory, they also should have been finishing college and going into the world at the same time, but he was in the BA-to-MA history program, so he had an extra year at school while Clarke moved home for a couple weeks before finding a job in Boston.

And now she’s texting him about cooking fails and online dating and he misses her more than he can stand.

“You could just tell her that,” Roan suggests. Roan is in the history PhD program and his mother knows Clarke’s mother, which means that he has seen Bellamy and Clarke together for more than ten minutes and therefore knows that Bellamy has a thing for her. That seems to be the standard amount of time it takes people to figure it out. “I miss you and I want to try long distance. People do that.”

“I’m aware that long-distance relationships are a thing, yeah.”

“I couldn’t tell if you were aware that relationships were something that you could be involved in, or if you just thought they happened to other people.”

“They do just happen to other people,” he says. “They’re not happening to me.”

“Which is shocking, considering you’re hung up on a woman you won’t talk to and turn down every offer that doesn’t come from her. Truly, your singleness is a mystery.”

His phone buzzes with a text from Clarke–Why are there so many kinds of olive oil? Why do I care how much sex my olives have had? Purity culture is out of control–and he waves the phone at Roan. “We’re talking right now.”

“I’m just saying, complaining that she’s not dating you when you’ve put zero effort into getting her to date you isn’t particularly sympathetic. You could at least try asking her.”

I don’t actually know why it’s called that but most recipes want extra virgin, he texts back quickly, then adds, How do you not have olive oil?

“I don’t even know what I’m going to be doing after this,” he says, turning his attention back to Roan. “If I want to go on to get my PhD or what.”

“Because you couldn’t possibly get your PhD in Boston.”

“I know.” He sighs. “I’m not mad she’s doing online dating. If she finds someone, I’m not going to be a dick about it. But I’m not going to tell her to wait for me or whatever.”

“Are you sure you understand what long distance means?” he asks, dry.

“I’m not ready to tell her yet,” he admits. “If that means I miss my chance–” He shrugs. “Then it sucks to be me.”

“Not the attitude I’d take, but I suppose I can’t stop you. I wouldn’t tell you to do this,” he adds, “if I didn’t think it would end well for you.”

“I know.” He taps the rim his mug, thinking it over. It’s weird, confiding in Roan, of all people, but he’s never willing to start conversations about his stupid crush, and Roan’s one of the few people who actually asks. So here they are. “I’m waiting to see if it lasts. Maybe with her gone, it’ll just go away. And if that happens, I don’t want to be dating her when it does.”

“There’s some logic to that,” Roan admits. “Not necessarily convincing logic, but logic nonetheless. Still, if you were dating her, I don’t think it would just fade away like that.”

“Maybe. Maybe I’ll decide I want to tell her.”

Roan raises his coffee. “I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks,” says Bellamy, with a smile. “Means the world to me.”

*

Bellamy is working on his own dinner when his phone buzzes with a picture from Clarke. He was expecting meat, but based on the preview picture it’s something else, something much weirder, and the follow-up message doesn’t really help.

Clarke: Trying something out

Bellamy: Yellow rice?

Clarke: Gatorade rice

Bellamy: What

Clarke: I’m making a rice bowl and it wanted me to season with lime juiceI forgot to buy lime juice but I do have lemon lime gatoradeSo I figured I could just replace the water when I was cooking the rice to get the flavor

Bellamy stares at the words for a second, his brain trying to protect him from the reality of what Clarke has done, but the words burrow in deep and refuse to leave.

He’s not sure he’s ever called her on the actual phone before, but he’s dialing before he can think better of it.

“It doesn’t taste that bad!” she says, in lieu of a greeting.

“What the fuck, Clarke.”

“What? I’ve seen Chopped, I know you can substitute things.”

“Yeah, but those are people who know how to cook. You’re going to burn down your apartment.”

“Plus my rice bowl tastes really weird,” she agrees. “But it got you to call me. How’s it going?”

“Pretty good. Summer semester’s over, so I’m done with grading for a while.”

“Still working at the coffee shop?”

“Yeah, picked up some extra hours. I’m actually making dinner right now.”

“Yeah?” she asks, brightening. “What are you making?”

“Nothing very exciting. It’s hot so I didn’t want to cook and I had some leftover chicken, so I’m making chicken salad.”

“How did you learn to cook? I always knew you could, but now that I’m trying to do it myself I really don’t get how you got the skillset.”

“O’s dad was a good cook,” he says, trying the chicken salad and adding a little more salt and pepper. “I used to like helping him. After he died, my mom didn’t have time to cook, so I took over. He had cookbooks and stuff, but there was definitely a learning curve.”

“I think I just don’t have the cooking instinct.”

“You cooked rice in gatorade, so yeah, I agree,” he teases.

“It could have been really good!”

“Uh huh. The instincts develop,” he adds. “You make chicken and figure out what spices you like with chicken, you figure out what tastes good and use more of it.”

“You put gatorade in your rice.”

“You learn not to do that.” He grabs bread and sticks it in the toaster. “Do you have a rice cooker?”

“My roommate does, she said I could borrow it as long as I clean it. I’m going to clean it really well.”

“You better. How is she? As a roommate.”

He imagines her shrugging in the short pause, can almost see her doing it. “Fine. I honestly don’t see her much, we have totally different schedules. Any time we’re actually home together we make awkward small talk and then she goes into her room and closes the door.”

“Honestly, that could be a lot worse. She could want to be your best friend.”

“Yeah, god forbid anyone wanted to be friends with me,” she teases.

“How’s that going, by the way? The whole friends thing?”

“It’s going. I went out for drinks with my coworkers, they’re cool.”

“Any dates?”

“Not yet. What about you? Still just hanging out with Roan?”

“For now, but once fall semester starts up I’ll have other friends.”

“Really?”

“Hopefully.”

She laughs. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. I wish I was there to keep you from putting gatorade in your rice.”

The words seem a little awkward as soon as they’re out of his mouth, but Clarke just says, “I wish you were here so you could taste it.”

“Never mind, I don’t wish I was there anymore. Did you try any of the recipes I sent you?”

“I did the chicken alfredo pasta, it came out pretty well. And I want to do the chili tomorrow. I was going to have it with more of the rice.”

“If you eat my chili with gatorade rice, never tell me.”

“You can follow my instagram. I think I’m going to be big.”

“What is it? Clarke Cooks Crap?”

There’s a pause. “It wasn’t, but it is now.”

“You’re really going to make that, aren’t you?”

“I’m registering as we speak.”

“I can’t believe I have to sign up for instagram now,” he says, with a sigh.

“You don’t have to. I’ll text you everything.”

“Thanks for crossposting for me.”

“I know you hate social media.” She pauses again, finally says, “I should let you eat.”

“Yeah, I should definitely eat. But I’m free tonight if you want to Rabbit something.”

“I could definitely watch something. Give me like an hour and I’ll text you?”

“Sure, sounds good. Enjoy your rice.”

“I’ll send you pictures,” she says, and he gets one almost as soon as they hang up, Clarke with a big spoonful of yellow rice halfway to her mouth, with the caption exclusive content not for instagram.

He sends back a picture of his own sandwich labeled actually good food and grins for the rest of the night.

*

Bellamy never thought much about Clarke and cooking, but if he had, he would have assumed she would be one of those people who followed recipes to a T and googled things like how much is a splash of olive oil to make sure she was measuring out the correct amount.

Instead, every text she sends is something that she seems to have come up with herself specifically to horrify him. When she sends an orange blob with two white eyes, she explains that she couldn’t decide between sweet potatoes and regular, so she just mixed them together, setting aside two small balls to serve as the eyes. Which, okay, it’s probably not bad as combinations go, but Bellamy would use them as sides for two totally different meals. And that’s the best of them. She seems to delight in using gatorade as much as possible, in sauces and glazes, once in salad dressing. She’ll text him things like “out of milk can I just use cream mixed with water?” and “I only need one kind of vinegar, right? They’re all basically the same” and no matter what she says, she seems to think he’s saying yes.

“You haven’t cooked for anyone else, have you?” he asks. He’s taken to calling her after she sends him particularly concerning messages, which happens at least twice a week.

The crush isn’t going away; cooking nightmares seem to be a turn-on for him.

“I’m getting a lot better.”

“You asked if V8 was a replacement for vegetable stock.”

“It was on sale!”

“I’m just saying, you say it didn’t taste that bad and I don’t really trust you. I want a second opinion from someone else who’s tried your cooking.”

“My roommate ate some leftover chicken and I think she’s still alive.”

“Wow, glowing endorsement.”

“That’s the point of food, right? It keeps you alive.”

“Sure, Captain Holt.”

“Obviously you just have to come visit. I assume you’re going home for Christmas?”

“Yeah. I missed Thanksgiving so I figure I have to make Christmas. Spring break is still open.”

“In March?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s so much time for me to plan an all-gatorade meal.”

“All the greatest hits of your instagram together at last.”

She snorts. “Like you have any idea what my instagram’s greatest hits are.”

“I’m assuming the balsamic vinaigrette you made with white vinegar and red gatorade has to be up there.”

“I guess you’ll find out over spring break.”

It’s early December, so break is months and months away. He hadn’t even been planning to do anything, just take a week off and relax. Of course he wants to see Clarke, but he always wants to see Clarke. He hadn’t known how to just say to her, though, hadn’t wanted to invite himself over where he might not be welcome.

Now it’s all he can do to not book flights right away, to be cool and normal.

At least she can’t see how much he’s smiling.

“Yeah,” he says. “I guess I will.”

*

“So, I’m thinking I need to tell Clarke how I feel about her.”

To his surprise, Roan’s eyes narrow, and then he punches himself in the arm. “Ah, I’m not asleep.”

“You have dreams about my love life? I didn’t know you cared that much. I hoped you didn’t care that much.”

He waves his hand. “I dream about a lot of things. What changed your mind?”

“It’s been more than six months and I’m still in love with her. After I graduate, I want to be where she is and I want to be with her. So I should say something.”

“That’s what I’ve always thought. Congratulations.”

“Don’t congratulate me, I haven’t told her yet.”

“Honestly, at this point I’m proud of you for even thinking about it. I thought you might have given up.”

He probably would have, if he’s honest. He knows it’s not romantic, but if Clarke had graduated and they’d fallen out of touch, like he did with so many of his friends, he probably would have moved on. But not only have they not fallen out of touch, Clarke’s been reaching out too, keeping him in the loop with her cooking like he keeps her on the loop with classes. They’re both putting in the effort to not lose each other.

Hell, she’s texting him redundant content just because he doesn’t like Instagram. He could already get all of this stuff, but she sends it directly just to him so that he’ll call her.

He thinks he really might have a shot.

“I just don’t want to tell her over the phone, I guess. I want to make sure that once we’re in the same place again, it’s still good. Maybe I’m just really bad at reading tone over text.”

“As always, I will be shocked if Clarke doesn’t reciprocate your feelings before you’ve finished confessing them, but I assume it’s more difficult for you.”

Bellamy fixes him with a look. “Shouldn’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Do you not bug Clarke about this? Why just me?”

“Clarke’s no fun.”

That does check out. Even her whimsical cooking is less fun and more terrifying. She’s probably really shitty to gossip with.

“So, you’re guessing but not sure.”

“Even if I wasn’t, she doesn’t text me meal updates. I haven’t talked to her since before graduation.”

“Well, I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m expecting you to hold me accountable if I don’t tell her.”

“I’ll text you for daily updates.”

“Terrifying, thanks.”

Roan shrugs. “All your favorite people seem to terrify you.”

It’s hard to deny. “What can I say? I’ve got a type.”

*

Clarke doesn’t meet him at the airport because it takes forever to get there on public transportation, so she tells him to just grab a cab and she’ll cover half the cost. It’s nicer than bringing his stuff on a couple of different trains, but he can’t help the waves of anxiety as he gets closer and closer to Clarke. It would have been nice to get over seeing her right away, to spend a long train ride talking to her, getting comfortable with her again. It was bad enough being on the plane, but now that he’s in her city it feels like they should just be together.

Once the cab lets him off, though, he still hesitates. All this time and all this way and he’s still not quite sure how to see her.

Then he takes a deep breath, marches to the door, and rings the buzzer.

She doesn’t unlock the door but comes down herself, the sight of her knocking the breath out of him for a second. She doesn’t look different, but she doesn’t need to. It’s not as if he wanted her to be different. She opens the door and pulls him into a hug and that’s everything.

“Hi,” he says, holding her close.

“Hi. Sorry I didn’t come meet you.”

“It’s okay. The cab was a lot easier.”

“Still. I feel like a bad host.”

He makes himself pull away, gives her a smile. “Don’t worry, it’s the all-gatorade meal that’s going to make you a bad host.”

She laughs. “That was the other reason to not come get you. I could get started on dinner.”

His stomach drops. “I figured that was later in the week. We aren’t going out tonight? I’ll pay.”

“Nope.”

She unlocks the door and he follows her up the stairs, trying to figure out what to say. “What are you expecting from me?” he finally asks.

“Sorry?”

“Honest reaction, or–”

She flashes him a smile over her shoulder. “I’m not expecting you to pretend gatorade rice is good, Bellamy.”

It’s a deliberate answer, for all her expression is easy, but she opens the door before he can formulate a response and he’s hit with the overwhelming, mouthwatering scent of roasting chicken.

Clarke’s cooking, and it smells amazing.

“Um,” he says, and she grins.

“You really don’t follow my instagram, huh?”

“No. Am I supposed to?”

“No. But if you did, you’d know that I’m actually getting pretty good at the cooking thing. You’re the only one who sees my gatorade experiments.”

“You’re doing real cooking,” he says, brain still catching up.

“Using the recipes you sent me, and then the Internet. I signed up for Hello Fresh, that was really helpful. It kind of sucked to cook for just myself, but I had you and instagram, so it worked out.”

“Did you actually eat all the stuff you sent me?”

“At least some of it. Honestly, I think it helped. Seeing how different ingredients changed the taste, what worked and what didn’t. Honing my instincts, like you said.”

“So gatorade rice made you a better cook.”

She looks nervous for the first time. “I guess you’re going to find out.”

He offers to help, but she waves him off, tells him to relax while she finishes up. Instead, he wanders around the apartment, checking out the decorations, guessing what belongs to Clarke and what belongs to her mysterious roommate, and then settles against the counter, quizzing her on her job and the city, getting updates he mostly already have.

They really do talk a lot. It’s nice.

“So, roasted chicken, what else? Mashed potatoes?”

She grins. “Potatoes and sweet potatoes. It’s actually really good! It adds some good texture and flavor.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says, and she looks so happy he almost kisses her right then.

Of course, she did spend months planning an elaborate surprise about how she really can cook just to troll him, so she probably wouldn’t mind if he did kiss her.

But it can wait until after dinner. She worked so hard. And he’s really excited to try everything.

Clarke doesn’t really have a dining room table–the apartment is small and space is limited–so they take their plates over to the coffee table and settle in. Given the setting, it’s not quite adult, but it’s a real meal, and an amazing one. Even the potatoes work.

“I can’t believe you were holding out on me,” he says.

“Deliberately deceiving you,” she corrects.

“For the big reveal?”

“Yup. As long as you never found my instagram, it was going to be fine.”

“Is it actually Clarke Cooks Crap?”

She looks down. “No, it’s Cooking 101 with Cara. Clarke’s pretty distinctive, I didn’t want anyone to know it was me unless I told them.”

“So I couldn’t have found the instagram even if I went looking for it, huh?”

“You could now.”

There’s something purposeful in her tone, like she’s daring him, and he wants to, but–

“After dinner. And I’m cleaning up, since you cooked.”

She smiles. “There’s dessert, too.”

“You really went all out.”

“I’m really happy to see you.”

“I’m really happy to see you too.” He clears his throat. “Did I tell you I’m looking for jobs here after graduation?”

“You know you didn’t.”

“I didn’t. I wanted to tell you in person.”

“Like me and the cooking.”

He has to smile. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Any good prospects yet?”

They’re done with food, so he fills her in on the research he’s been doing on the places he’s been looking for openings, the applications he’s working on. There’s no sign she’s anything but thrilled with the news, and Bellamy lets himself–quietly, tentatively, slowly–start to believe that this could be his life. Living with Clarke here, making dinner and doing the dishes and talking about the little details of his life that don’t make it into phone calls.

“What was the instagram again?” he asks, once the dishwasher is loaded and running. It seems more pressing than dessert; there’s something on there Clarke wants him to see.

“Cooking 101 with Cara,” she says. “The username is caracooks101.”

“Cara with a C?”

“Yeah.”

He plugs it into his phone, finds the account. The style is familiar–all of Clarke’s awful meals are photographed perfectly, taking full advantage of her art minor–but the actual content is completely new, even knowing she was lying to him. She’s made a lot, and all of it looks amazing. He scans a little, just taking it in, but then he scrolls back up to the top, where there’s an image of what looks like today’s meal, the chicken ready to go into the oven.

Okay, wish me luck, the caption reads, when he clicks it. B’s coming over, so it’s time to see if the way to a man’s heart really is through his stomach. Which is shitty and heteronormative, but whatever. I’m bi, I can like a boy. And I’m hoping he likes chicken.

Clarke is watching him, nervous, and all he can do is laugh. “Roan’s supposed to text me every day at two to ask if I’ve asked you out yet.”

She laughs too, all relief. “That was your plan?”

“He can be very annoying.”

“He can.”

“I’m so in love with you,” he admits. “I have been for years. I’ve missed you so much, I–”

She kisses him, which is nice for a lot of reasons, including, of course, that they’re kissing, and she’s warm and close and has apparently been sharing her food-based seduction plan on instagram for almost a year. She’s been putting in so much effort he almost feels bad for not trying harder himself.

But he’s got time to make it up to her.

“Are you ready for dessert?” she murmurs.

“Is that a euphemism?”

She bites his bottom lip. “Nope. I made red-gatorade popsicles. With real fruit flavors.”

He collapses against her shoulder, laughing so hard he feels like he might never recover. “Fuck,” he manages. “I love you.”

“I know,” she says. “So, dessert?”

“Please.”

And somehow, it really is the best thing he’s ever eaten. His girlfriend’s got a gift.

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