#do u think telling me that i’m the problem is necessary

[katsu28]

hiii request for jamie tartt here🫡 i loved ur recent fic sm!!! could you maybe do the acacia flower or sunflower prompt? in my head i see hiding their relationship bc reader is a teammates sibling, but oopsie someone got heart eyes and started rambling haha

or literally anything else is fine too if this doesn’t strike your fancy lol<3 tysm!!!

hello!! i loved this so much, u are a gem for requesting it <3

acacia: a hidden relationship + sunflower: drunken rambling about their adoration, jamie tartt x kent!reader (no physical descriptors so imagine whatever sibling type u want!), 2k

“Are you sure we can’t tell him about us?” Jamie’s voice from where he was fixing his hair in the mirror pulled you away from your book and you glanced over at him. 

This was a question he posed to you all the time, and every single time, your answer was the same—though getting more creative with the details with every occurance. 

“Do you want my brother to gouge your eyeballs out? Cut off your dick? Possibly murder you?” 

Jamie paled, freezing in place. “Not particularly.” 

“Then no, we can’t tell Roy we’re seeing each other.” You picked up your book again, ready to resume your reading, but Jamie let out a noise resembling that of a kicked puppy’s whine. His shoulders slumped and he trudged over to you, throwing himself down on the bed in front of your crossed legs. 

Setting your book aside for good this time, you watched him make himself comfortable with his head in your lap, cheek pressed against your thigh as he looked up at you with the puppy dog eyes to match his previous whine. 

“I hate all the secrets. I have to lie to him, straight to his scary face, every fuckin’ day. D’you know how stressful that is? How stressed I am?” He huffed. You bumped your knuckles against his chin affectionately.

It wasn’t fair, Jamie having to face Roy and lie everyday when you had to do it a tad less often, but it was a necessary evil. One day, you’d tell your brother, but first you had to figure out how. 

This, among other reasons, were the downsides to being in a secret relationship with Jamie. There were tons of upsides too, no doubt about it. 

You had the privilege of seeing a softer, sweeter side of him that was reserved only for you, but you couldn’t go out in public with him. Nights in were your favorite dates, but sometimes you wanted to go to a fancy restaurant and eat expensive food and share a dessert with your boyfriend without needing to worry about the tabloids having a field day of it all. 

You could already see the headlines if the press ever caught wind of your relationship—AFC Ricmond Star Jamie Tartt Bags Manager Roy Kent’s Sister. They’d stir shit up, claim that Jamie was only with you because your brother was in a position of power over him and who knows what else. 

Most of all, you certainly couldn’t let Roy find out you were seeing one of his players, especially not Jamie fucking Tartt. They were friends now, but he’d always been overly protective of his sisters ever since you were all kids. He’d throw a fit and probably kill Jamie, then you. Well, he probably wouldn’t go that far, but you’d definitely be on his bad side until he got over himself. And you loved your brother to death, but he was a dickhead sometimes. 

“I’m gonna get early wrinkles, love. You don’t want me to have those, do ya?” 

“I think you’d look adorable with wrinkles. Like a cute little old man.” You dotted a kiss to his forehead, attempting to smooth out the crinkle between his eyebrows with your thumb. 

“That’s not funny.” 

“It’s a bit funny.” 

“Right, since you obviously don’t appreciate my problems, I’m off.” Jamie heaved himself off the bed, forcing out a rather overexaggerated sigh. You smiled innocently at him and he rolled his eyes, his own soft smile still on his face. He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips before heading for the door. “Dunno when I’ll be back but don’t wait up for me, yeah?” 

“Have fun, my love. I’ll just be here, thinking about you with wrinkles.” 

“Still not funny!” 

The Greyhounds were out in full swing tonight. Colin had somehow managed to book an entire pub for a whole night so they could drink and have a good time without being swarmed by the press vying for any morsel of gossip about one of the best up and coming Premier League clubs. Good friends, good food, even better beer—what more could anyone ask for? 

Jamie had been taking full advantage of it. That, paired with the fact that he no longer had to follow that god awful diet that deprived him of his beloved ice cold beverage, had led him to where he was right now, leaning heavily against the bar, drunk off his ass due to some sort of drinking game Jan Maas had insisted on teaching him. 

See, tipsy Jamie was fun. Very generous, would offer to buy a round or two, good for a few funny stories the next day. Absolutely pissed Jamie was a textbook oversharer. He didn’t make much sense, so everyone just mumbled a ‘very cool, mate!’ or something of the sort, made sure he didn’t topple over—those kinds of things. 

Roy was nursing his own beer next to Jamie tonight, half-listening in contained amusement as the Mancunian babbled on and on about someone. Who the fuck it was, Roy had no idea, but it was good entertainment and had soon garnered the attention of the rest of the team. Maybe this could be another one of those funny stories they could joke about in the locker room tomorrow. 

“She don’t look anythin’ like you, thank god. Imagine—imagine that! A lady Roy. Shit’s mad!” Jamie mused, amber beer spilling over the lip of the pint. “Nah, she’s the prettiest and the funniest and the coolest person ever and I love her.” 

“Who the fuck are you talkin ‘bout, bruv?” Isaac asked incredulously, looking just as amused as everyone else.

“Mate, I’m talkin’ ‘bout me girlfriend,” Jamie said very as-a-matter-of-factly, like they should’ve known that. “Duh.” 

“You’ve got a girlfriend? Since fucking when?” 

Jamie counted off on his fingers, scrunching his nose in thought. “Erm…four, five months? Maybe six?” He shook his head quickly, correcting himself. “No, not six. Would’ve done something special for six, wouldn’t I?” 

“First I’m hearing of it. How ‘bout you boys, did you know Jamie had a girlfriend?” Isaac asked, looking around. A chorus of ‘no’s and similar answers sounded amongst the others. Jamie’s brow furrowed. “It’s settled then. Who’s got the heart of the great Jamie Tartt?” 

“Good rhyme, boyo!” Colin chimed in, clapping his best friend on the back. 

Isaac looked proud of himself. “Whoa. I’m a fucking poet and I didn’t even know it.” He accepted another few praises before turning his attention back to Jamie, who looked like he was thinking really long and hard about something. “Okay, back to you. Tell us about her.” 

“I don’t even know where t’start, man,” Jamie sighed happily, resting his chin in his palm. “She’s kind and warm and—and she knows me better than anyone. It’s like…it’s like she’s an angel.” 

It was kind of weird, hearing Jamie be so open about his feelings for another person. He’d always been one to play things close to the vest, so that’s how they knew things with this secret girlfriend had to be serious. 

Sam beamed, happy as ever that his friend had found someone special. “Surely the angel from above has a name? Maybe one of us knows her?”

“Y/N.” 

The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at Roy, who looked like he was about to start punching dicks. 

“Y/N, like…Roy’s sister, that Y/N?” Sam replied hesitantly, drawing pointed looks from every single one of his teammates. “I’m just confirming! There are other people named Y/N in London, you know.” 

Jamie pointed in his teammate’s general direction, nodding aimlessly. “Yep, her. That’s my girl.” 

Roy stood from his seat without a word, grabbing Jamie under the arm and dragging him towards the door. 

“Hey man, what the fuck are you—” 

“Just fucking shut up, will you?” 

“Okay.” 

You were about to call it quits on finishing your book and turn in for the night when the doorbell rang. When you went to open it, you definitely weren’t expecting to see your brother standing on your doorstep, practically carrying your half asleep boyfriend and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“Your prick boyfriend got proper pissed. Where do I put him?” 

So Roy knew. And judging by the way Jamie was swaying on his feet, you guessed that he’d been the one to let the cat out of the bag. 

“Erm, couch is fine. I’ll get him settled later.” You opened the door a little wider to let them in and Roy grunted his acknowledgement, hauling Jamie over to the couch and promptly dumping him onto the cushions.

Jamie didn’t even flinch when his face hit the pillows, instead just letting out a dreamy sort of sigh and smacking his lips together without even opening his eyes. You were the one to roll him over onto his side, nudging the dustbin right near his head before covering him with a blanket. 

“How much did he drink?” You asked, smoothing the walnut mist strands away from his eyes. 

“Too fucking much, that’s how much.” Roy grumbled. He wandered over towards a different area of your flat, not wanting to wake Jamie. “Jan Maas taught him a Dutch drinking game, except that fucker can actually hold his alcohol.” 

You cast a fond glance back at your boyfriend, smiling softly at his peaceful face. “Yeah, this one can’t really drink much anymore. Said it’s because of your training regimen, the no beer thing.” 

“Of fucking course you’d know.” 

“I assume Jamie told you about us.” You said quietly, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of your jumper instead of looking at Roy. Another vague low noise of acknowledgement from him, though it sounded a bit more strained this time. “If it helps you come to terms, Jamie’s been wanting to tell you for ages. I was the one who wanted to keep it under wraps.” 

“Why?” 

You let out a humorless chuckle, shaking your head. “‘Cause I knew what you’d think. Knew what you’d have to say about it.” 

“Are you a mindreader?” 

“No.” 

“Then how would you know what I’d think?” 

“Oh come on, Roy, you don’t think I know how you are? You get…dickish. I still remember you scaring off poor Billy Montgomery in year nine!” 

“Billy Montgomery was a fucking wanker, that’s why.” 

“Yeah, I know that now,” You huffed, scowling. Roy raised an expectant brow at you. “You’ve always been outspoken about the people I date. I just—I didn’t want you to be that way with Jamie. I know you’ve had your differences, and I know you’ve made up, but…I dunno, I was just worried about what you’d think of us.” 

“Do you love him?” Roy asked stiffly. There was a tic going in the hard line of his jaw when he forced his gaze to yours, and it almost looked like he was in the middle of shitting a brick. If you hadn’t been so nervous about his reaction, you probably would’ve laughed. 

“I do. A lot, actually. He’s…everything I could’ve asked for. Everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.” 

“Then it shouldn’t fucking matter what I think.” Roy said. “Jamie makes you happy, and that is the only thing that matters.” 

To say you were taken aback was an understatement. You’d been so worried about how you thought your brother was going to react to the news, you never stopped to consider that maybe Jamie wasn’t the only person who’d been working to change for the better. 

“Thank you, Roy.” 

Caught up in your heartfelt sibling talk, neither of you had noticed Jamie had woken up and stumbled over to the two of you until he gathered the two of you into a rather squished hug.

“My two favorite people, the Kent siblings! You guys are the best!” He slurred, nuzzling into the embrace. Roy let out a growl, but he patted Jamie’s back stiffly nonetheless. You had to stifle another laugh at how utterly uncomfortable he looked right now. “Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna throw up—” 

“That’s it, I’m fucking leaving.” Roy shoved Jamie away from him, wiping his hands off on the front of his jacket and heading for the front door. “Make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit and tell him he’s still got training tomorrow, I don’t care how shitty he feels!”

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[linderosse]

I LOVE YOUR WIELDERS OF WISDOM COMIC!!!! i think its wonderful and so absolutely necessary (if u will excuse my feminism)... the art style is GORGEOUS and im just so grateful someone is giving love to all the zeldas <33

sorry that this is anon but. i dislike being perceived lmao

Thank you so much!!

And heck yeah on the representation front! I’m doing my best to write a variety of interesting characters that will help me tell the stories I want to tell. To me, the fact that they’re mostly women is both incidental and vitally important at the same time.

Tetra was my first Zelda, and I always loved her pirate captain badassery and no-nonsense attitude. I was a bit of a ‘tomboy’ (used in the non-insulting sense, simply referring to a girl who liked traditionally boyish hobbies/clothing) growing up, so I identified with Tetra real hard <3. Heckin’ loved her practical, forthright nature— and the way the games don’t hesitate to show her wackier side and how her actions sometimes get her in trouble— and how she gets out of it, with or without help.

And of course, girls can also be girly and get things done! Love the more traditionally feminine Zeldas as well; shirking feminine mannerisms definitely isn’t a requirement for a well-written female character. You can have a character wear a tiara, battle in a dress, and still be cool. Heck, you can have ’em don a soft gown, not fight at all, and still be an awesome character: maybe she genuinely wants good for the world, or maybe she controls the board with gentle magic and soft “feminine” persuasion to achieve her goals, turning foes into friends— or her pawns.

And characters don’t always have to succeed! Sometimes persuasion fails. Sometimes they argue with someone they know is right. Sometimes her sword falters. But that’s fine! That’s what makes for a good, realistic, fun character— that’s how humans are.

(continued under the cut)

See, I feel like some popular media is trending towards forcing women to be *exclusively* badass, almost flawless in their physical skill yet boyish in their mannerisms.

Like, as a random example: Peach in the Mario movie. Movie Peach no longer giggles and blows kisses, because that would be too girly. And Movie Peach is a perfect platformer and politician, because female empowerment. Same thing with Galadriel in RoP (and it’s honestly a bit different and way worse with RoP Galadriel, because her mother-name is Nerwen which translates to man-maiden and she is canonically a tomboy, but they write it so badly in RoP that not even the rest of the characters in the show respect her for her over-the-top ‘female badassery.’) And as a huge, longtime fan of both the Mario series and the Silmarillion, it kinda hurt to see those Mary Sue-esque, somewhat shallow depictions of what should be complex characters.

Now, the thing is: one or two perfect characters like that are just fine! The problem lies in the fact that many of these shows have only a few female characters to begin with, and they’re all like that. Peach is kinda alright, but Galadriel’s major flaws are barely even shown because the writing has to try to make her look badass even when she’s making objectively terrible decisions.

Because here’s the thing— depicting only perfect women and minimizing flaws isn’t supporting female empowerment. Girls have flaws too, folks. Popular media relying only on the immaculate femme fatale badass just makes for a more cliche story, and imposes higher standards on young girls who look up to these characters. And the forced boyishness forces standards as well.

Why can’t Peach flutter her eyelashes, giggle, and still knock bad guys on their asses? Or, better yet, why can’t Peach flutter her eyelashes, giggle, knock bad guys on their asses, help Mario out, also get helped by Mario, and maybe admit that it took practice for her to get to where she is now?

That’s how she used to be in the middle Mario era, like Super Mario RPG, Thousand Year Door, and Super Paper Mario. Peach was feminine and still relatable to a young tomboy like myself.

I’ve rambled on for far too long, but anyways, that’s what I’m gonna try to do here with the Wisdomverse: tell stories of a bunch of different types of people, where each of them has their own take on what it means to be Zelda.

I can’t promise I’ll be perfect at writing this either, honestly. Perhaps I’ll fall into some of the same traps— I’m sure it’s hard to avoid them.

And perhaps my thoughts on this will evolve over time as well, and I’ll later have an even better understanding of how to write the characters I want to write.

Either way, I’ll certainly do my best!

Tl;dr: I got really sidetracked, but thank you for the kind message! Glad to hear you’re enjoying Wielders of Wisdom; hope to keep building my characters into interesting and at least somewhat complex women as things progress :)

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[book-place]

Gift Giving

Warnings: mentions of explosions, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

Request: Hello! I have a (small) request to make! So avengers x teen! Reader who I super shy and jumpy but super laid back and calm at the same time. They had joined the team a month ago and they've barely made any progress in getting to know the team. They (the team) have tried before but it's hard to have a conversation when only one person is talking (it also makes u super nervous and they don't wanna scare you). Anyways, it's ur first time spending Christmas with them and you wanna be nice and buy all of them presents. But there's a problem; you barely know these people and you don't want to get them anything they don't like. So you end up building up some courage to talk to Peter about what you should buy them. Tbh you just found him less intimidating. He helps you out with it eventhough he doesn't know much about them, he tried his best. And you both bond in-between the one week you spent you spent together buying the team gifts

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: You seek out the help of someone unexpected for advice on a certain holiday problem you were having

A/N: Welcome to day 5 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Eleven words, that’s it. That’s all you needed to say. It wasn’t a big deal, you just needed to suck it up and do it.

You’re an avenger for gods sake, how could you go out into the world all the time, fighting off literal threats to civilization, but you couldn’t even muster up enough courage to ask the least intimidating member of your team a question?

You had been apart of the team for about a month, and despite their various attempts, you had barely said anything to them unless absolutely necessary. Every time they tried to have a conversation with you, you would shut down, get nervous.

To your surprise, they hadn’t even seemed a little discouraged by your actions, if anything, they tried even harder to bond with you.

You supposed that was why you found it vital to get them gifts for the upcoming holiday, becuase they hadn’t given up on you.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to talk back and get closer with them, you did, but you supposed you were just too shy. It was no fault of yours, though, it was just the way you were, and you could tell your team was beginning to realize that.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you reached your fist up and knocked on the door twice before you could lose whatever little courage you had been able to muster up.

There were a few sounds of crashing coming from within the room, causing you to flinch slightly, only for a disheveled looking Peter to swing the door open a moment later.

He was looking over his shoulder at the what looked like a science project gone wrong as he began speaking, “Sorry about that,” He breathed out, “I think I used the wrong chemicals-“

He cut himself off suddenly as his gaze finally met your nervous one, and his eyes went wide.

“Y/n.” He breathed out before immediately moving to the side and extending an arm out, “Come in, come in,” He rushed out.

After only a small amount of hesitation, you stepped past the boy and entered his room, glancing around guardedly.

“What can I do for you?” Peter asked after a moment of awkward silence, rocking back and forth on his heels as he clapped his hands together once.

You cleared your throat a little bit, trying to get out the dreaded eleven words, “What… what do you think I should get the team for Christmas?”

His mouth snapped shut, all the reasons he thought of that could be an explanation for why you were there flew out of his mind, “You- you want to get them gifts?” He softened at the realization.

Slowly, you nodded your head, cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

He smiled gently, “I can go shopping with you, if you’d like.” He offered quietly.

Your head snapped up and your eyes went wider than you thought was possible at his suggestion and you choked on air a little bit, “You- you mean it?” You asked.

Peter nodded his head as an excited grin grew on his face, “I mean, I don’t know very much about them myself, but I would love to help still.”

Your cheeks grew red with gratitude, “Thank you,” You whispered, staring at your shoes that you were shuffling back and forth.

“What’re friends for?” He asked with a grin.

“F-friends?” The word slipped past your lips in astonishment.

His smile only widened, “Of course,” He said.

For the first time since you entered the room, a small, ghost of a smile graced your lips.

-•-

The elevator door dinged, and everyone looked up, expecting Peter to step out alone. Imagine their surprise when you walked out right next to him, looking more confident then they had ever seen you.

The small smile that you wore on your face immediately disappeared and you seemed to fold back into your shell when you saw all of them staring.

“Hey, Y/n,” Clint greeted from where he was lounging on the couch.

You gave him a small nod in return, turning your uncertain eyes to Peter, who gave you a smile and nod of reassurance, putting a hand on the small of your back and leading you to stand in front of all of them.

Nat and Steve extachanged a curious glance before turning their attention back to you.

“What’s up?” Tony spoke aloud what everyone was thinking.

Peter cleared his throat, gesturing towards you, “N/n has something for you.”

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up at the nickname, but turned towards you expectantly nonetheless.

“I-um-“ You stammered and Peter reached out to squeeze your hand gently, causing you to take a deep breath to ground yourself once more, “I got you all something for Christmas.” You spoke with more confidence then they had ever heard from you.

A couple jaws dropped in shock as Thor choked on his drink before grinning, “Presents?” He asked in childlike giddiness.

You nodded holding up a shopping bag before scurrying around to each of your teammates and handing them things that you had bought specifically for each of them.

“Oh, Y/n,” Nat breathed out, looking down at fuzzy socks that were her favorite color, “Thank you.” She said genuinely.

You only nodded your head meekly before moving onto Thor, to whom you presented a box of pop tarts, and he nearly wept with joy.

On it went for each of your teammates, them being so greatful for the thought out gifts you and Peter had gone out of your way to get for them.

“I don’t think I’ll be doing this again, you guys are hard to shop for.” The teasing words slipped out of your mouth without even thinking about it.

Everybody’s jaws hit the floor.

“Did…” Tony choked out, “Was- was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?”

Your cheeks automatically flushed in embarrassment, but before you could shy away again, large grins broke out on everyone's face, “It suits you,” Steve said softly, “You should do it more often.”

Peter came up behind you and rubbed your shoulder in congratulations, “Merry Christmas.”

Everyone echoed it back to him, even you as you reached up and squeezed his hand once in appreciation, knowing that things would be different from now on because you were now comfortable around your team.

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[beautifulpersonpeach]

Hi BPP hope you are doing great. I’m a jikooker but there’s something that’s been bothering me a little bit and i would like to get ur opinion on it. So after Jimin posted that photo of himself and Jk, i saw some people making comments about Jk’s body language and how he kept his elbow out to keep a distance between him and Jimin. I’ve also seen other instances on original content when Jk’s body language with Jimin was kinda off or negative and the barely looked relaxed around him. When u see him with literally anyone else, he looks really relaxed and does not mind sitting really close to them but with Jimin it looks like sometimes Jk wants to intentionally keep a distance. Now I don’t even for one second believe the nonsense tkkrs and antis spew about Jk hating Jimin. Anybody with eyes can see how much Jk cares for and loves Jimin. So why do you think his body language is like that? And is this something you’ve noticed too? I would really like to hear what you think.

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Rant incoming.

Hi Anon,

I'm going to make an example of your ask to show something I keep repeating from time to time, which is that the majority of the problems, 'discourse', and source of angst in k-pop spaces, is manufactured by k-pop stans themselves and has almost nothing to do with reality or the members.

One of the biggest tells that something is fan-manufactured BS, is if the narrative is riddled with contradictions, because cognitive dissonance can only take one so far.

For reference, to be sure the whole class is all on the same page, here's the picture Anon is referring to:

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Anon, let's pick apart your ask a little bit.

"So after Jimin posted that photo of himself and Jk, i saw some people making comments about Jk’s body language and how he kept his elbow out to keep a distance between him and Jimin."

Let's first talk about why you're listening to anybody trying to read body language from one still picture showing two Busan Bros and their backs.

The person most able and likely to fully read Jungkook's body language in this scenario, is Jimin. You know, the person who was beside Jungkook, actually with him in person, when the picture was taken. Not some random internet stranger sitting on their sofa looking at a still, pixelated image of jikook's backs.

Following that logic, if Jungkook was in any way uncomfortable with Jimin or wanted to get away from him in this instance, you'd have to first assume Jimin is inconsiderate, oblivious of Jungkook's feelings, or being something of a troll to JK, to then assume he'd go ahead and force JK to take this picture and then post it (assumed by some people to show JK was uncomfortable with Jimin in this case) on Jungkook's birthday.

Which is the end goal of that narrative. It takes an innocuous picture, and forces an end conclusion by first introducing a harmful assumption but one necessary to reach the end conclusion, in this case that assumption is of Jimin's character. So that's how a picture of Jungkook having his hands clasped in front him and likely holding something, which is obvious from the picture and which easily explains his posture, and shows JK actually leaning into Jimin - an obvious contradiction to the end-claim, then becomes fodder for the narrative of 'JK's body language around Jimin is "kinda off or negative and the barely looked relaxed around him."'

Like, that's a whole bunch of words pulled from the ether that have no bearing or relationship to the actual picture we're all looking at. All of those words came from the imagination of someone else who has nothing to do with jikook, and now I'm sitting here in my hotel room having to explain why it's bullshit.

Actually I didn't have to answer this, normally I'd delete it, but you started off your ask nicely and it's a good one to pick apart.

Because it shows the thing that really gets me about the kind of theories that drive discourse in BTS fan spaces. It's that every time, there's far more accessible and simpler explanations to explain what you're seeing, than anything you get from antis, shippers, rival shippers, akgaes, mantis - the usual suspects for this disease of a hyper-active imagination that for some reason always follows the plotline of a Fernando Gaitán telenovela. It's almost like the members are not treated as real people, but as fodder for drama and sensationalist conspiracy theories for that fan's entertainment, self-fulfillment and actualization.

It's what makes fandom such a self-sustaining system. It's that even when there are no problems or drama, you can count on some fan somewhere who will eagerly create them out of thin air, just to get a reaction from other fans who perhaps subconsciously have the primary motivations of the initial fan: treating the members first and foremost as a means to explore unresolved anxieties, insecurities, and boredom.

Now, this doesn't mean that Jungkook can never be uncomfortable around Jimin or want to keep his distance. We know it's possible because Jungkook is a person, and it's human to sometimes want your own space or to want to not always be in physical proximity with people around you, and that this can happen for a whole bunch of reasons. But what you sent me Anon, is an ask that's about a theory where the source of the theory itself (the picture), contradicts the end-claim of the theory, just to feed an underlying fan narrative that's often found in spaces that don't treat either Jimin or Jungkook as real people. The picture doesn't actually show Jungkook pulling away from Jimin. It shows Jungkook with his hands clasped in front of him, leaning into Jimin so Jimin's arm can get around his shoulder, Jimin standing with an upright posture, and both Jimin and Jungkook looking in the same direction.

The only thing possible to infer from this picture, is that jikook are jikooking.

It's possible this is a reality that makes some people so uncomfortable they'd look for any explanation to take away from that fact, including believing theories that are inherently self-contradictory, but there's no reason you need to play along with that BS. It wastes everybody's time and does nothing but dumb down the conversation in fan spaces.

#jikook #jimin #jungkook

[soleilnomoon]

3/20!!!

AYO!!!

red velvet cupcake, lollipop, cake pop with whipped cream! for trafalgar law!! ayyyyyy 👉👉

just some cute domestic vibes with Wano!Law, Law stressing out over Luffy not being back yet and reader looking after him! then kinemon, mononosuke, penguin, shachi, and bepo (or whoever ✨) appearing like "AYYY BATHTIME" only to realise reader is there and freak out, causing Law to shambles them mid-scream 🤣

your prompts are so funny ily 💓 anyway, ty for being patient, as u know i am a slow writer, but i had fun (ofc i did, it's law) and i got second-hand embarrassment for everyone involved.

636 words (gasp, who am i), gn reader, sfw but suggestive, 18+ mdni, fluff (how could u); feat. law being a brat, reader having the patience of a saint, shower/bath time, would this count as voyeurism? maybe? idk, anyway law needs to just admit he's head over heels and get over himself, but will he?? no! brief cameo from bepo n frenz 💗

in hindsight, law realizes that it was foolish of him to think that the energetic straw hat captain would heed his words and follow his plan like the others. still, he really can’t believe the slight betrayal he feels when luffy deviates and does not arrive on time. he runs through several scenarios in his head over the hows and whys that might be the driving force behind luffy’s delay. all in all, he's stressed himself out beyond reason.

you tell him more than once that he needs to relax — despite his young age, you’re sure this level of stress isn’t good for the body. still, he barely hears or acknowledges your words until you gently place your hands on his face until you playfully squeeze his cheeks. that snaps him out of that bothersome daze, and he blinks several times before looking down at you, curiosity piqued now.

“do you trust me?” you ask on a whim, a teasing smile slipping onto your face, which only makes law narrow his eyes at you.

“not really,” he says rather quickly, although you know that he’s not being truthful. if anything, law trusts you entirely too much, which is a problem that he’s yet to rectify. his words don’t deter you, and your smile is much warmer when you tug on his hand and lead him to the bath house. questions swirl around inside of him, threatening to spill out, but he decides to keep them to himself for a moment, instead opting to trust you without hesitation.

it's surprisingly empty, which is great in your opinion — because it means you can help him relax without interruption. law manages to piece together what you have planned, and he can admit that he already feels the tension slowly leaving his body. the heat from the water helps relax his muscles, and you rub along his shoulders, kneading his skin firmly.

he grabs your wrist and turns to kiss you, lips moving against yours — the kiss is slow and sensual, igniting something deep within you. he pulls away to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, his palms are rough when they roam along your skin, but you’re so into it you don’t care.

“i’m supposed to be helping you relax,” you say with a sigh, the sound sweet, compelling him to pull you closer to him.

“you are,” he insists, and before he can say more, a cacophonous sound drifts inside, accompanied by the sounds of several pairs of heavy footsteps. it takes you a minute, but you soon realize that penguin, shachi, and bepo are there. you’re not sure who screams first but the noise is loud enough for law’s patience to come to and end. he casts a sharp glance their way, which only prompts them to ramble off excuses and flimsy apologies while you hide behind law to cover yourself up. your heart sits at the base of your throat, making it hard to breathe, the embarrassment powerful enough to make you want to melt into the water immediately as your cheeks flush deeply.

and while law doesn’t like using his devil fruit power for frivolous things, he deems this situation necessary and teleports his idiotic friends out of there. a faint flush finds its way onto his ears and neck, as he considers what would’ve happened if —

no, he wouldn’t go there, because if he did then he might actually strangle them later.

after calming yourself down, all you can do is laugh; it would be your luck that you’d get interrupted like that. law isn’t as forgiving as you are, already plotting a punishment for the trio, although you try your best to calm him down by pulling him in for another kiss.

maybe this time, you’ll really have the place to yourselves.

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[abeautylives]

a/n: This is a little different than my other works, Nic is my first original character but I couldn’t resist continuing their story. I’d say it’s necessary to read Something About You before you dive into this one!

pairing: Jakexfemale!OC

word count: 14.7k (oops)

summary: Bound together by family, pushed apart by stubborn resistance, what can he do to make her feel his love?

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, drinking, mentions of sex, BIG ANGST, explicit sexual content, unprotected penetrative sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, edging, light choking, not fluffy but a lot of love, JOSH WEDDING

“I’m really no good at dancing, maybe I should just sit this one out.” She’s already tugging him toward a small dance floor, a distinct sway in her step that has his eyes drawn to the way it’s making her ass move.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do most of the work, handsome.”

Most of the work winds up consisting of pressing her body against his until he’s trying to hide his hard-on, but once her ass is pushed into his hips it’s game over.

Back leaned into his chest, she cranes her neck to whisper into the warm skin of his cheek, “You wanna take me home, pretty boy?” The way his hands are gripping her hip bones tells her everything she needs to know, that yes, he absolutely does but his reply tells her that he’s not ready to give her the upper hand.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Back in the booth, his hands find her body often, one creeping its way from her knee to her thigh before it’s tucked between them, the other reaching across himself to touch her arm or place fingertips to her jaw, turning her face to his.

Outside the bar, she pulls him in and he doesn't resist, lips finding each other in the dark as others try not to observe.

In his bedroom, he watches her eyes go wide once he’s bared to her but he’s sure that she is the most enticing thing held within these four walls, soft curves and a sharp tongue and all his for the night. He sucks a hiss through clenched teeth and a tight jaw when her fingers, small and delicate compared to his own, wrap themselves around him.

Into his ear, she’s whispering again. “You gonna fuck me, Jake?”

“You think you can handle me, babe?”

Her fingers release him to trail over the length of him, base to the tip, certainly not a short journey.

“I know I can, but can you handle me?”

Looking back, the correct answer was probably no. But it hadn’t stopped Jake from trying, for a while. Months, actually, until things went south between his brother and her best friend. She’d chosen sides, as she should have but even though Jake had chosen the same side, she had still deemed him guilty by association.

By the time Josh had come to terms and his senses, with Jake’s assistance, she had moved on. By the time Josh had invited him to a “family dinner” to meet Little Sam, Jake had moved on.

“Josh, it’s gonna be fine. Plus, I’m great with kids. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

His brother is frantically flitting between his living room and kitchen, watching the food on the stove and moving furniture fractions of an inch in an effort to make them “safer”.

“I’m not worried about you. This is my kid we’re talking about, I have to make sure he can’t get hurt.”

It’s still kind of strange, hearing Josh refer to himself as a dad, but Jake has no problem taking the credit for pushing him to that decision.

“He’s not a baby, he’s four years old. And I’m still pissed you didn’t let me come to his birthday party, by the way.” Sam had been introduced to the remaining Kiszka brothers via stories and photos, and Jake had even called to wish him a happy birthday, but the whole situation had still been new.

“Yeah, well, he was still getting used to having me around. We figured one Kiszka was plenty for the time being. And Nic was there…”

Nic. Nicole. Best friend to the love of Josh’s life, honorary aunt to his child. Jake’s one that got away. Sort of.

“I’m an adult, I can handle being in the same room as someone I used to hook up with.”

“Well thank god for that, because she’s coming over with them.”

Jake had been deep inside her, fingertips digging into her thighs, listening to her moan incoherent words from above him, her hips rolling in his lap when her phone rang. And rang, and kept ringing until she reached over him to grab it from her nightstand. He’d groaned when she slid off of him and climbed from his lap to sit on the edge of the bed, but he could hear the sobbing breaths coming from her phone before his started ringing from the floor, still in the front pocket of his discarded jeans. He’d left the room to make sense of his brother’s yelling before he too was crying over the line.

That morning hadn’t been the last time they spoke, but it was the last time they fucked. They had argued, mildly, on their counterparts’ behalf before Jake came to realize that he wasn’t fully landing on his brother’s side. He’d told Nic as much, tried to get her back in his bed, but when she started to ignore his calls he also realized that she’d never been his to claim.

“Great. Can’t wait. Stop moving that fucking table please.”

Josh’s nervous energy is crawling its way under Jake’s skin until he’s feeling the same way. What if Nic doesn’t want to see him, or worse, what if Sam doesn’t like him? Part of his worry dissolves as the little boy bounds through the front door and runs straight for Josh, yelling his name. Jake watches his twin crouch to Sam’s level and then scoop him off the ground and swing him around.

“I missed you bud! Hey, someone wants to meet you.” With Sam on his hip, Josh turns in Jake’s direction. “It’s Uncle Jake!”

Sam’s mom makes a strangled noise that she tries to cover with the back of her hand over her mouth. Uncle is not a word they had discussed, but there are matching wide grins on the faces of the men in front of her, one holding her child and the other reaching his arms out for him.

“Uncle Jake!” Sam is giggling wildly as he’s transferred onto Jake’s hip and Jake is tickling his side, laughing out Little Sam!

“Well that’s cute.” Nic’s voice cuts through the laughter as she stands back to observe, arms crossed over her chest. When Jake’s eyes land on hers, they’re already narrowed in his direction but there’s a small smile gracing her lips and it doesn’t look forced. He knows that if she’d let it stretch just a little further, let her teeth peek through, it would be beautiful.

“I’m not cute, I’m hamsom. Mommy? I’m hamsom right?”

“Yeah, me too. I’m not cute, I’m handsome.” Jake’s eyes are still watching Nic’s face closely, “Right Nicole?”

“Fishing for compliments now, Jake? Doesn’t seem like your style.”

Josh is quick to remove himself from whatever is about to occur between the two of them, taking Sam from Jake’s arms and telling him he’s got a surprise waiting in the living room, grabbing his girlfriend’s hand to pull her that direction.

“You may be right, but I seem to recall having received that particular compliment from you once or twice before. It’s okay to admit it, babe.”

“Don’t.” She sounds serious, so Jake swallows his next retort. “Look, it’s been like, almost a year. We can be friends, right?”

My twin brother has practically adopted your best friend’s kid as his own.

“Yeah, sure. Friends who’ve known each other biblically.” Did not mean to say that.

Her eyes roll hard but it only reminds him of watching them roll back from above her, her body being pushed closer and closer to his headboard.

“Grow up. I’m begging.”

“I like it when you beg.” God, shut up.

He can’t seem to help himself around her. It’s been so long since they’ve shared the same space, and it turns out that he can’t handle it as well as he’d told his brother that he could. He doesn’t try to call her back when she sighs and turns away from him to step toward the living room.

He does try to call her a few days later. And the day after that, and the day after that. When she finally answers, it’s not without a huff of frustration and a sharp what can I do for you, Jacob?

It’s an interesting question, what can she do for him? Why is he even calling?

“I’ve just been thinking about you.”

She laughs and the sound crawls into his ear, bounces around his brain and triggers a rush of dopamine, despite it not being particularly joyful. He can feel his lips set into a grim line when her laughter becomes boisterous at his expense.

“Why is that so funny, Nic?”

“Why is it so funny? Seriously? Tell the truth, Jake. What have you been thinking about?”

He considers honesty for a moment, considers telling her he wishes he’d spent more time getting to know her than he did getting her naked, but he tells her the truth she’s expecting instead.

“I’ve been thinking about that thing that you do with your tongue, when you-“

“I knew it. Isn't there anyone else you can call when you’re horny?”

Another interesting question. Of course there is, any number of women that would’ve answered the first time he called and probably been on their way before he even mentioned a need for a warm body wrapped around him. But…

“No one’s as good as you.”

“I know that, Kiszka. Ya know what? Sure. Be here in half an hour, before I change my mind.”

Forty-three minutes later, her legs are thrown over his shoulders and he’s inches away from tasting the arousal glistening on her skin. Her hips are already moving, seeking him out while he watches her writhe, her hands sunk into his hair trying to pull him in. Before they succeed, he murmurs up to her, his breath teasing over her cunt that’s begging for him.

“Hey Nic?”

“What.” He’s looking up the length of her body from the floor, laid out against her couch, her head thrown back and her arms flexing as her muscles work to draw him closer. When he doesn’t respond, her head snaps up to find him smirking between her legs.

“I missed you.”

“Please occupy your mouth before you say something else stupid.”

He lets her pull him in as her head falls back again, his tongue lapping over her core in broad, savoring swipes. It’s been a while since he’s had her like this, but he remembers that even though she likes sex a little rough, she likes this done soft and slow. She won’t admit it, but he’s always gotten the feeling that she likes to be treated delicately despite the tough girl shtick. The way she’s whimpering his name, lost in the way his tongue is rolling over her clit, tells him that he’s probably right.

Drawing her slowly toward release, he can feel when she’s close as her hips start to move in tandem with his mouth and he resists pulling away to ask her to let go, to cum for him, because he knows that she will. It won’t be for him though, it’ll be because she wants it and she’s going to have it.

When she reaches that peak, the tumble to the other side of it is as leisurely as the journey toward it, and the string of quiet words slipping from her lips no longer includes his name. Her grip in his hair loosens until she lets her hands fall to the cushions at her sides. He doesn’t stop moving his tongue and lips over her until she places a palm against his forehead and pushes him away.

“M’not done, gimme one more.” She yelps as he moves back in and sucks her clit past his lips. The second comes quickly and hits harder than the first, and this time she can’t keep his name from digging its way out from her throat. The desperate cry is like a fist to his chest, knocking the air from his lungs.

Rising from his knees, he stands and lifts her nearly limp body from the couch and into his arms. She doesn’t resist throwing her own around his neck and allowing him to carry her down the hall and into her bedroom, and when he lays her against the sheets and pushes her to flip to her stomach, she knows he wants her on her knees.

Instead of complying, she rolls back over and finds a look of confusion contorting his face.

“I’m feeling generous, Kiszka. Come kiss me.”

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. She hadn’t allowed him to kiss her when he’d arrived, not on the lips but she’d let him drag his across her skin as he’d removed her clothes. He doesn’t question her reassessment now as the remainder of his own clothes hit the floor, and once he’s naked he’s quick to settle himself between her legs and press his lips to hers.

Her hands make their way from a light grip on his hips to splayed out at the top of his back, her palms making a slow journey to their destination as her mouth opens to him.

They’ve done this dance before and they both know why she’d extended the invitation, so when he reaches between their bodies to grip his cock and run the head of it through the slick moisture still leaking from her cunt, she sighs against his lips. He doesn’t break away to ask if she’s ready, if she’s sure, her body tells him everything he needs to know as he slips inside it.

Slip is not quite the word, he’s rocking his body into hers as he eases inside slowly.

“Jesus, Jake…”

He grunts in response, against the side of her neck as he sinks in to the hilt.

“We both know how well you can take it, babe.” He pulls his hips away in retreat before snapping them back into her. “So take it.”

A long, low moan pours past her lips, drawn out by his words and the quick rhythm he’s setting. Once he’s moving inside her, the urge to chase down his own end is consuming him. She’s tight, wet and hot and meeting his thrusts, pushing up to him from the mattress.

“Jake…”

The sound of his name causes him to falter mid-stroke but when he finds his stride again, there’s urgency and desperation driving his muscles.

“Jake…” She’s looking for a response but he can hardly hear her through the sound of blood rushing in his head. “Jake.”

“What baby?” His tone carries authority but the tremor in his voice and the wild look in his eyes as he lifts his chest from hers is very telling.

“Slow down.” She lifts a hand to push the hair away from his face, tucks it behind his ear and draws her fingertips down the side of his neck. “Slow down…”

“What?” She may have whispered it, and he may be confused by her command but he heard it clearly and his body obeys as her fingers travel over his collarbone.

“Are you about to cum?” One of her eyebrows is quirked up as if she’s actually asking, as if she doesn’t know the answer. His hips have slowed and every inch of him feels it when she clenches around him.

“Fuck, yes, I’m there I’m gonna-“

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t do it, Jakey. Not yet.”

He thinks to himself that she must be joking, he’s literally seconds away and she’s telling him not to, in that deep drawl she’d used on him the first time they met. His eyes are squeezed shut as his head drops forward and his hips slow to a stop.

“Good boy.” It elicits a soft whimper that he doesn’t allow to escape his mouth. “Now fuck me slow, make me cum again first.”

She hums against his lips when he lifts his head and presses them hard against hers, the hum turns into another soft moan as he rocks into her before propping himself up and breaking the kiss. Shifting onto his knees, he brings a hand under her jaw and squeezes until it drops open, his thumb pressed onto her tongue in a small display of what remains of his dominance. Unwilling to give up her own, she closes her lips and sucks, swirls her tongue over the pad of his finger before releasing it as a groan ripples from his throat.

Her back arches softly as soon as he touches her over sensitive skin and he’s silently praying that it means she’ll cum for him quickly, he’s already barely hanging on. Drawing light circles over her clit and moving his hips slowly, his bottom lip is tucked tight between his teeth when she starts murmuring below him.

“Just like that, you’re so good for me aren’t you?” She’s watching him closely, taking in the way his eyes are shut tight again and his breathing seems barely controlled. She lets her own eyes drift closed as he continues to do exactly what she’d demanded of him, fucking into her almost sweetly as he draws her closer and closer to a third orgasm.

“C’mon babe, cum for me please, I can’t-“

“Don’t you dare. I’m almost there, just keep going.”

Something akin to a strangled sob leaves his mouth but she starts to meet his thrusts again with her own and he can feel her body clamping down around him as he adds pressure to the swirls he’s painting between her legs.

He holds his breath when it breaks, when all of her muscles go taut and her back leaves the bed, and he keeps moving his thumb over her though he has to still his hips to stop himself from breaking with her. Aside from one soft call of his name, she lets it roll through her quietly and when she reopens her eyes, he’s motionless.

“Jake…” It’s a quiet call that he’s sure he can feel the vibration of through the thick air between them. His own eyes open and focus on her face, flushed and beautiful, and the breath he’s been holding rushes from his lungs. “Go ahead and let go for me.” Her lips turn up into a soft smile. He lowers himself over her and pulls a kiss from them before resting his forehead against hers.

Already peering over the ledge, he rocks his hips into her twice before he falls. He lets his body collapse onto hers, she runs her fingers through the dampened strands of hair at the base of his neck when his face tucks into hers. He trails a line of kisses over her shoulder before slipping himself from her cunt and rolling to lay beside her, one arm extended up to rest beneath his head.

They both stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathe into the otherwise still air. She breaks the silence first.

“Hey, Jake?”

“Hm?”

“I kinda missed you too.”

As time passed, it morphed into a here and there situation reminiscent of how it had begun. With no rules, no labels, nothing but a palpable need for one another. All appeared as the definition of casual, but as he’s been known to do, their shared nephew changed things.

“Uncle Jake?” The tiny voice calls up to him from the floor of his brother’s living room while a, quite frankly, weird cartoon plays on the tv.

From his place on the couch, Jake replies, “Yeah buddy?”

“Is Auntie Nic your girlfriend?”

Jake’s head shoots up from its reclined position against the cushion. “What? Who told you that?”

Sam is turned away from the tv now, eyeing his uncle with the type of curiosity only a five year old can express. “No one.”

Straightening to sit and lean forward, elbows resting on his knees, Jake initiates a staring contest with the little boy in front of him. His little face, so similar to his mother’s, gives nothing away. “Why are you asking?”

“Well is she?”

No. Not really. I mean, not at all. Maybe, if I asked her to be. Wait, why am I about to debate this with a preschooler?

“No, Auntie Nic is not my girlfriend.”

“Well how come I saw you kissing her? Like a buncha times.”

The question is innocent enough. He’s certainly kissed her a number of times, probably with the kid around but suddenly he feels like a kid, caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“Ya know what Sam, that’s an excellent question but you should mind your own business. You’re worse than your dad. Watch your show.”

Sam simply shrugs his shoulders and turns back to the screen, but Jake finds that he can focus on its contents even less than before as his mind races.

Jake: What are you doing tonight?

Her reply is not immediate, but it rarely is.

Nic: hmmm that depends

Jake: On what?

Nic: oh a number of things, lover boy

Nic: but if you’re offering to buy me a drink and make me cum, then I’m free as a bird

He’s watching her flirt with the bartender, as she always does. Pretty sure that they’ve hooked up before, he tamps down the bubbling jealousy that’s warming his cheeks but she notices the pinkish hue.

“Something wrong, Jake?” She knows the answer but loves to see him squirm.

“Nah, but do you have to flirt with her in front of me? Don’t even have the decency to wait until I turn my back.”

“Is decent a word you would really use to describe me?” There’s laughter in her eyes as she smirks into her beer and sets it down on the bar.

He moves in, crowding her space and pushing her back against the wood, face close enough to hers that she can feel his words float across her lips. “Give it a rest, babe. I know you have it in you to be sweet to me.” He pauses to press a kiss to her cheek, another to her jaw before nudging the tip of her nose with his. “Be a good girl and stop giving fuck me eyes to your ex-girlfriend while I’m around.”

She likes it when he’s a little territorial, made clear by the way her pupils dilate and her hips move forward to push into his, but they truly never let one another maintain a grasp on the upper hand for too long. She leans closer and flicks the tip of her tongue over the hoop in his earlobe before whispering, “She was never my girlfriend. I don’t do girlfriends. Or boyfriends. I think you know that.” Pulling back to take in his expression, heavy eyelids paired with perfect lips slightly turned down at the corners, she finishes with a clipped “babe”.

Their time at the bar doesn’t last longer than two drinks. Her statement had felt like a challenge and he could feel his body’s objection to it crawling beneath the surface of his skin. In her apartment, with her body pressed between his own and the front door, he can feel that objection bleeding from his pores as it spills from his mouth on a ragged breath.

“You’re mine. Say it.”

Her reply is a soft whine as his tongue and lips play against the skin just behind her earlobe.

Whispering into it, he requests again, “Say you’re mine.”

“Jake…” The hesitation in her voice is apparent and it cuts through him like a knife. “I can’t.” Even as her words reject him, her mouth seeks his out and he lets it find him. With lips pushed together and fingers wrapped in one another’s tangled hair, his body objects again as he uses his grip to pull her face away.

Her cheeks are flushed and her chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths as his eyes search hers. She doesn’t push him away, doesn’t let her hands fall from their home in the hair at the back of his head.

“Nic…” Her eyes bounce around his features and he watches as half-lowered lids open wide at his next words. “I’m yours.” Her mouth opens and closes again as she offers nothing in return, but it doesn’t deter him. “I think… I’m in lo-“

She cuts him off, pulling him back in and coaxing his lips apart to slip her tongue over his. He knows she doesn’t want to hear what he wants to say, knows she doesn’t want to say what he wants to hear, so he drops it. For now. Mouths still connected, he bends enough to grip the backs of her thighs and lift her into his arms.

Neither speaks as he carries her to her room, they stay silent as he lowers her to stand in front of him, no words are needed or exchanged as they pull and push the clothing from each other’s bodies with not-so-subtle urgency. When she tugs him forward and spins him to lay across her bed, only to kiss her way down his body until she’s wrapping her lips around him, he replaces the words he wants to say with words of desperate encouragement.

She’s good, the best he’s ever had, really but a lot of it stems from the sheer amount of time they’ve spent just like this. Just as he’s become attuned with exactly what makes her toes curl and eyes roll back, she’s honed her skills to his preferences and right now his fist is wrapped tightly in her hair as she takes him to the back of her throat.

“Shit, just like that.” His hips flex upward, pushing his cock even deeper which only causes her to moan around him and his grip to tighten until he’s pulling her hair at the roots. The sharp sting of it has her lifting hooded eyes to his face, only to find he’s already watching her with a devilish smirk on his lips. “You’re beautiful like this, ya know.”

It draws a chuckle from her that ripples around him and breaks her rhythm.

“Keep going babe, wanna keep watching you.” The hand locked in her tresses moves her until she’s bobbing over him again. Neither of them have any desire for him to cum this way, her need to feel him inside her is dripping from between her legs as his own need is throbbing against her tongue, but when she can’t wait any longer she has to fight against his hold to pull off of him.

He sits up to tug her to the mattress but she doesn’t let herself land there, instead she crawls over him until she’s straddling his hips.

“Baby, let me make you cum.” He’s offering his mouth or fingers to get her off, but he makes no moves to slip her out of his lap as he watches his hands trail up her thighs to skim over her hips before running them up her ribcage. They land just below her breasts and he rubs the pads of his thumbs over the soft skin there. His eyes are pleading with her to let him, but she finally speaks up only to inform him that she has slightly different plans.

“You will, I want you inside, want you to cum with me.” Pushing him to lay back again, she slides herself over his dick, painfully hard and resting against his lower stomach, to emphasize the need she’s expressing. One of his hands falls from her torso to grip himself as she lifts to hover over him, the other finds purchase on her hip. A small, whimpered fuck falls from his lips as he lines himself up and finds her soaked and slick, and he watches as he slides through it before she sinks down around him. Hands braced against his chest, she doesn’t waste time allowing either of them to adjust to the feeling before she’s rocking against him.

He lets her set the pace at first and is surprised when she keeps her movements slow to start. She’s thrown her head back and he’s dragging his eyes down the expanse of her throat, considering the possibilities. Without thinking too hard about it, he reaches a hand up to wrap loosely around it. When her head snaps up and their eyes meet, his hold on her throat tightens just slightly but his grasp on her hip turns bruising.

“Jake…” His name pushes past the light restriction of his fingertips as her body picks up speed. He questions her with the quirk of an eyebrow. “Harder.”

“That’s my girl.” At her command, he squeezes a little tighter and uses his grip to pull her down to him. Her lips pucker and attempt to meet his, but he holds her just out of reach and revels in the confusion flitting across her face. “My girl. Say it.” Punctuated with a sharp thrust, it comes out as a demand.

Lost in the feeling of him and a little less coherent than she’d been while pressed against her front door, she nods her head and hums in response. It’s close to what he’s after and he pulls her in for the kiss she’d been searching for as a reward. Meeting the roll of her hips with his own thrusts from the bed, another particularly sharp one rips a long, low moan from her chest that he swallows when it passes from her lips to his. She squeals when he releases her neck to wrap an arm around her and switch their positions, a pleasant, bubbling giggle floats up to his ears as her back hits the mattress. The warmth of it spreads through his chest before her legs are wrapped around him with a heel digging into his ass, spurring him to fuck her harder. Her sweet laughter turns into gasping breaths and huffed curses that fill the air in the room, alongside the sound of damp skin against skin.

He doesn’t press her again for the words, satisfied enough with the way his name sounds tucked between raspy expletives as she forces them past his fingers that have wrapped themselves around her neck again. Every time he adds enough pressure to silence her, he feels her cunt squeeze him in response. Interesting.

Through gritted teeth he tells her to tap him if it’s too much. Her head nods enthusiastically but he loosens his hold. “Tell me you understand.”

“Yes, I understand, keep going…” Her own hand comes up to push his fingertips into her skin, her body reacts in kind.

“Fuck, good fucking girl…” He’s fucking into her with deep, steady strokes and she’s sucking him in, greedy and determined to take everything he’s got to give. Confident that she’ll stop him if she needs to, but praying that she won’t, he digs his fingers in until her mouth is hanging open on a silent gasp and her body is clamped around him.

Rivulets of sweat are running down the center of his chest, her own is coated in a thin sheen of it and he briefly wonders if it’ll always be like this. Messy and covetous, will he be chasing after something he can’t have, forever? Shaking the thought away, he drops his head to watch where he’s moving inside her then runs his gaze slowly up past her flexing stomach, watches her tits bounce every time his hips slam into the backs of her thighs. When his eyes land on her face, her lips are forming words he can’t hear.

She doesn’t signal for it but he loosens his grip, she drags air into her lungs until she can rasp out another request. “Don’t stop, cum with me please!” Her own hands are wrapped around his biceps, fingernails marking his skin but she pulls one away to slide it down her torso until her fingers are spread around him between her legs, collecting her own arousal to draw up and swirl over her clit.

The whine that slips out is cut off in her throat as he gives her what she asked for. He can feel the effect of it as every part of both of their bodies seems to tighten, he can feel them reaching a breaking point.

It happens simultaneously, which he’d been pretty sure wasn’t actually possible until this moment but just as he’s about to tell her he can’t hold on any longer, her back arches violently and he’s cumming just as hard. A feral growl rumbles from deep in his chest as his hand leaves her throat so that both can grab onto her hips, pulling her into him over and over. As soon as it can be freed, his name spills over from her lips like a torrent that she couldn’t stop if she tried.

Even as it washes away, she’s murmuring it as if she has no control and it calls him to quiet her with a kiss. Her murmurs turn to a whimper against him as he drops his body and rolls them over the mattress until she’s draped over him and trailing her lips over his cheek and across his jaw. With his dick softening and still tucked inside her, she nuzzles her nose against the crook of his neck and gets comfortable.

“Babe, that was-“

“Shhh…” The air rushes past her teeth and hits the damp skin of the side of his neck, where his pulse is still pounding. “I have something to say.”

She typically says whatever she wants without preface or warning, he doesn’t ask her to continue though his curiosity is piqued.

“I’m probably a little in love with you too.” A grin that he can’t help spreads wide across his face as she props herself up to look into his eyes. “It’s kind of embarrassing, don’t tell anyone.” Her own sort of soft, lopsided grin forms on her lips and he thinks that she’s even more beautiful like this than she is with his dick in her mouth. He doesn’t want to ruin whatever is happening in this moment, but he knows he’d regret it if he didn’t at least ask.

“Can I say it?”

Her eyes roll but her smile remains. Her shoulders lift just slightly in a hesitant shrug and her chin drops with a barely-there nod and his heart feels like it’s about to beat through the solid wall of his chest. With a hand lifted to cradle her jaw, he makes sure she can’t look away.

After a deep breath in through his nose and out past his lips, he says it confidently.

“I love you.” It feels good, even as she tries to laugh it off. “Be with me.”

Her laughter stops as the smile slips from her face. “Jake, I-“

“Don’t say you can’t, why can’t you? You already are… no, please don’t Nic.” She’s pulling away, shifting off of his lap and the bed and running to the bathroom before he can get a grip on any part of her to keep her there.

He waits, defeated and anxious for a few minutes but she doesn’t emerge. Dragging himself from her bed, he pads across the room and knocks softly at the bathroom door as he rests his forehead against it.

“Can I come in? Please?” A mumbled yeah, sure comes from the other side so he opens the door slowly to find her staring at herself in the mirror, hands braced against the counter. “Nic I’m sorry, I just thought, I don’t know, you just told me you love me too. I’m confused…” Standing in the doorway, afraid to somehow make things worse by moving closer, he watches her face in the mirror as her stare doesn’t move from her own eyes. Silence falls over the small space as he holds his breath and waits.

Finally, she turns her body to face him. He’s never seen her look so unsure of herself, her normal self-confidence has been wiped from her features and even her posture. “What if this doesn’t work, Jake?”

“It does, it’s been working for almost two years. What are you afraid of?” He takes a hesitant step into the room.

“It’s bigger than just us. What if we fail, and we have to spend the rest of our lives avoiding each other at family dinners and birthday parties and, and all the other bullshit. Your brother is going to marry my best friend, I know it. She is literally a sister to me. If this doesn’t work, we have to deal with that forever.”

Another slow step and a half brings him close enough to reach out to her. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in, she allows it but doesn’t reciprocate. Whispering into the hair covering her ear, he pleads with her.

“We won’t know if we don’t try. Are you not even willing to try?” She pulls away, swiping shaky fingers under her eyes. “I love you-“

“No, stop saying that. Fuck, I should not have let you say that. I think maybe you should go.”

“You’re not serious.”

Her head is nodding as she places a palm on his chest to put distance between them. Tears slip down her cheeks as she backs away further.

The despair he’s feeling turns into a hot anger as she reaches for the towel hanging on the wall behind her and wraps it around her naked form, hiding herself from him.

“Don’t do this. I get it, if you need to think about this. I get it, I do. But you’re about to send me away and shut me out, I can feel it. Don’t fucking do this, Nic, please!” His voice raises until he’s yelling, until it breaks with a sadness that feels like it’s crushing him. She’s stoic, unmoving and unreactive. “Fuck!”

He runs his hands up through his hair, pushing it back before running them down over his face as he tries to regain control over his emotions. With eyes closed, he pulls a few grounding breaths into his lungs before opening them to look at her again. An arm is crossed over her chest, she’s successfully closed herself off but their eyes connect.

Broken already, he tries one more time. It sounds pathetic even to him. “Baby, please.”

There’s regret on her face but she simply shakes her head and sniffles, as if she has the right to be hurt by her own actions. “I’m sorry…”

Two words, small and quiet, hit him so squarely in the chest that he almost stumbles backwards. He keeps moving that direction, turning to leave the bathroom and slamming the door closed behind him, shutting her in as he pulls his clothes on. She hears the bedroom door close with a bang, followed by her front door.

He’s gone.

Jake: Hey

Jake: Josh told me not to bother. They both did actually. But I know you’re going to be at Sam’s party and since you haven’t answered ANY of my calls I just wanted to tell you that I’ll do this however you want to

Jake: If you want to ignore each other, fine. If you want to pretend nothing ever happened, fine but can you at least give me a heads up so I know what you expect of me

Two of Sam’s birthdays have passed since the day he walked out of her apartment. Jake had conveniently “fallen ill” the day of the sixth birthday party, which had been only a few weeks after their relationship that never was had ended.

He knew it would be like this. As soon as he’d made it into his car, after pounding his fists against the steering wheel and one primal yell fueled by hurt and frustration, he knew that they would suffer the exact consequences she claimed she wanted to avoid.

Their nephew turned seven a few days ago, and the party is tomorrow. A year has flown by without her, and Jake had never been more grateful for a grueling tour schedule that kept him busy and focused on the only thing that mattered to him before he knew her.

He’d called, many times in the first couple of months and then sporadically in moments of weakness in the following year. She never answered. He’s not expecting an answer now, but somehow he’s been able to evade her presence up until their inevitable reunion tomorrow and he has no idea how he’s supposed to behave or how he’s going to react.

Hours pass, and by the time he’s lying in bed he’s given up hope that she’ll respond. He almost misses it when the faint sound of his phone vibrating breaks his concentration on the words he’s reading. The book is tossed aside immediately as he stretches to grab the phone, her name gracing the screen.

Nic: hi

Nic: i can be normal if you can

That’s it? That can’t be it.

Jake: Define normal

Nic: just act like an adult jake

It’s vague but he supposes he understands, even if her first words to him in thirteen months only serve to piss him off. He locks the screen and throws the phone back to the side table where it bounces and falls to the floor. It stays there for the night.

The next day is filled with tight, close-lipped smiles and nervous glances from his twin, eyes begging him to keep his cool. Fate or something crueler eventually pushes them together as they find themselves alone in the kitchen. She’s there as he closes the refrigerator door and the beer he’s holding nearly slips from his hand.

“The fruit punch not strong enough for you?” Leaned against the counter of the island, she offers him a smile that fails to reach her eyes. He offers nothing in return. Her proximity and the lack of another human buffer sets him on edge, and a year’s worth of missing her tightens his throat. Be normal.

Clearing his throat of emotion, he opens his mouth to reply but stuns them both in the process. “I can’t do this.” Her eyes widen in surprise but he’s even shocked himself with the truth of it. He can’t do this, time hasn’t changed him, other women haven’t changed the way he feels. “I’m sorry.”

Rather than cause a scene over it, he steps away from her to leave through the back door and rejoin the party.

They don’t see each other again for months.

Josh had finally proposed, which of course pushed Jake and Nic into their obvious roles of best man and maid of honor. Once engaged, however, Josh and his future bride decided they couldn’t wait much longer to become man and wife and the impending wedding date was looming over Jake’s head.

For his brother’s sake, he had pushed his feelings aside to make it through an engagement party and a rehearsal, though almost everyone seemed to be irritated with him when he couldn’t bring himself to offer her an arm to loop hers through as they practiced their walk back down the aisle after the bride and groom. When they arrived to the dinner following, Josh pulled him aside as the others mingled and placed drink orders at the bar.

“I need you to get it together, please, for all of us.”

Jake sighs deeply and pushes his hair back, running his fingers through it slowly as he considers his words. “I know. I will. I’m sorry Josh, it’s just…” Another sigh escapes as he trails off.

“Just what? It’s literally thirty seconds as you walk down the aisle.”

“I’m afraid to touch her.” His voice is weak and his eyes are tired as he raises them to meet his brother’s. “What if I can’t let her go?”

Understanding softens Josh’s expression as he assesses the man in front of him. Jake has never told the tale, after all this time, and has only ever expressed that they had been sleeping together until one day, they weren’t. He had seemed more angry than upset and Josh figured that things had ended in some kind of screaming match, he’d seen their strong personalities cause them to butt heads before.

But now he can see clearly what his twin has been hiding from him. Pain.

“You love her.” Jake drops his chin to his chest and his eyes to the floor for a moment before nodding his head and shooting Josh a look that says yeah, unfortunately. “I don’t get it, what happened?”

“We don’t have time to get into this right now, let’s go-“

“No, I’m making time. Why aren’t you together?”

Jake stays silent and lets his eyes scan the room until they find her. With a drink in her hand, she’s laughing with his little brother and her best friend, a light in her eyes that he wishes he could bask in but he can’t even get close enough to feel its warmth.

“She was scared. That it wouldn’t work, and we’d end up exactly how we are now. Avoiding each other at every turn.”

Josh looks on as Jake takes this time to watch her while she’s unaware, he’s already formulating a plan, turning over the words that he plans to say to his future wife later tonight. This is fixable, he thinks, and he owes it to his twin to meddle in a way that only family can.

“I think this is going to be okay, Jake. I can feel it. But you have to make it through the ceremony tomorrow and for the love of god, just take her arm and walk down the aisle when it’s over.”

He did it. The ceremony went off without a hitch, a small outdoorsy affair, it was exactly what Jake would have imagined for his twin. Emotion was high and he found himself wishing Josh would’ve allowed him to wear his sunglasses like he’d wanted, especially when he met their mother’s eyes and found tears spilling over from them to roll down her cheeks that she dabbed at with a tissue. Would he ever experience this from a groom’s point of view? He’s not hopeful.

Panic rises in his chest as Josh kisses his bride and their son moves to stand by his side. They walk back down the aisle as a family, Sam’s hand in his left and his other clasped around his wife’s, Jake can’t see their faces but he’s sure they’re all wearing bright smiles. They’re happy. He’s happy for them.

He tears his eyes away from them to meet Nic’s, her own are misty but also swimming with nerves, he’s sure that she thinks he’s about to fuck this up somehow. Willing his feet to move, he takes the steps to meet her and extends his arm to her. Her eyebrows lift in surprise and he’s almost offended that she didn’t believe he could do this, as if he would do anything to ruin what had been a pretty perfect day so far. When she loops her arm through his, they fall in step with each other to move down the aisle. She speaks softly through the smile she’s wearing for the cameras and other guests.

“You look good in a suit, Kiszka.”

He feels it when his own smile, also put on for show, relaxes into something genuine. “I know I do.”

It makes her laugh, the sound of it makes his skin crawl but not in aversion. His entire being craves it, he needs to hear it every day for the rest of his life. “Heaven forbid you actually button your shirt though, huh?”

“That wouldn’t be very rock and roll of me, now would it?” She does it again, let’s a small chuckle slip from her lips and he wishes he could taste it.

Josh was right, thirty seconds or so and they’ve reached the end of the aisle, he should let her go as they keep walking to follow the couple and prepare for the countless photographs that need to be taken, but he had also been right. He can’t let her go.

Instead of pulling away from him though, she lifts her other hand to wrap it around the arm that hasn’t released her. What the fuck?

They do eventually separate, but not before the newly married couple sees the way they’ve remained attached outside of the performance required to complete the ceremony. Josh and his wife exchange a knowing glance.

With the groom’s side of the wedding party accustomed to dressing up and taking pictures, the session of photography goes as quickly as it can, but by the end of it Jake is itching for a drink. Knowing there’s still more of a show to put on before he can actually relax, he pulls out the flask that he’d tucked into the interior pocket of his suit jacket as they’re led to where they’re all meant to wait for their entrance to the reception.

“Care to share? What is it, whiskey?” Her voice floats to his ears from beside him and he glances in her direction as he takes a long pull of the burning liquid. He passes the flask to her as he sucks a hiss through his teeth after swallowing it. Their fingers touch as she takes it from him, the contact burns as well and the heat spreading through his chest is mirrored by the heat that travels up his arm.

He waits to speak until after she’s thrown her head back to take a shot, barely flinching as she swallows. Once again, he’s shocked by his own words. “You really can’t blame me for falling for you.”

“What?”

He keeps his tone casual, knowing now is not the time or place to start this conversation but not finding it within himself to care anymore. Even as the wedding planner is moving people around, getting them in position to enter the tent encompassing the party, he can’t stop himself.

“You shoot whiskey without so much as a grimace, you’re unapologetically yourself at all times, you look painfully beautiful in that dress and I know you’ll somehow be even more stunning when you take it off.” Her jaw has dropped slightly as he takes her arm and loops it through his again, they’re moments away from being led to their grand entrance before the bride and groom but he’s not finished.

“You’re kind of a pain in the ass and you’re so fucking good to the people you love.” He means that, he knows she would do anything for his now sister-in-law, his nephew, even his brother. “Everyone but me.”

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head but at that second, they’re being pushed forward as they’re announced to the guests. He paints a wide smile onto his face and leads her through the center of the space as she shakes the shock away and replaces it with another smile for the cameras. The more reserved twin, he’s got nothing too entertaining planned for their introduction and he’s shaken her enough that she can only follow along as he leads her to her seat at the wedding party’s table. Before moving to his own, he leans in to whisper directly into her ear.

“We’ll finish that conversation later.”

Really, he’s not even sure that that’s true. She may never speak to him again, but he pushes it out of his mind to make it to his next drink. Fortunately, one is brought to him as he watches his brother sway through his first dance with his bride. He finishes it without even tasting its contents and sips from his flask through the bride and groom's thank yous until another is brought around before dinner.

Josh leans in to him as he starts to pick at the meal. “Don’t you think you should slow down on the whiskey there, Jake? You still have to give a speech.”

“I’m fine, I’m not gonna ruin your moment Josh.”

“It’s not my moment I’m worried about, but if you piss her off,” he jerks a thumb in the direction of his wife, “I’m gonna let her beat your ass.”

They share a laugh but Josh is dead serious and Jake knows it. He sips his fresh drink slowly and takes long swigs from his glass of water between bites of his food.

Nerves take over as he’s called to give his speech and he pulls his sunglasses from where they’ve been hiding in his pocket for most of the day. As he slips them onto his face he mouths a sorry down to his twin. The speech is short, sweet and heartfelt and the glasses serve their purpose to hide his eyes when they become glassy. He can’t bring himself to look at Nic as she delivers her own words about love and relationships, but unfortunately he can’t stop himself from hearing them. She may be speaking about the love shared between two different people but all he can hear is what could have been, what should have been theirs.

As soon as he’s able to, he excuses himself from the table to find a moment alone. Sure that he won’t be missed, he hides on the outskirts of the celebration until a few people make their way toward him lighting cigarettes as they walk. The perfect excuse to keep his distance for a little while longer, he asks if he can have one. Once it’s lit, he thanks them and moves away, wanting continued solitude for the next seven to ten minutes.

About three minutes in, as the nicotine is buzzing between his temples, the solitude is disrupted. His eyes are closed but he hears the footsteps approach, they open just as she tugs the cigarette from his lips to place it between her own and take a drag. He watches the smoke float to the darkened sky as she blows it upward and keeps the cigarette between her own fingers.

“You don’t smoke, Jake.”

“Neither do you, Nicole.”

Her expression is soft as she reprimands him. “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Yeah, that’s why I do it.”

She huffs out a quiet laugh before taking another drag and handing the cigarette back to him. Their fingers graze each other again as he takes it and this time he’s positive that she feels the sting of it, pulling her hand away quickly.

“You really do look lovely, I meant that.. earlier.”

Her head tilts to the side as she takes him in, but she can’t read his eyes behind the dark lenses. “Is there more that you wanna say, pretty boy? Now’s your chance, I need another drink and then I’m gonna dance my ass off for the rest of the night.” There’s a playfulness behind the smirk on her lips and dancing in her eyes, but he thinks her question was serious and requires an answer.

“There’s over a year’s worth of things I wanna say. I’m not sure you’re ready to hear them.” Tossing the butt to the ground, he stamps it out with the toe of his shoe and shoves his hands into his pants pockets, a feeble attempt to keep them off of her.

She tries her hand at surprising him with her reply. “There’s no time like the present.”

“Ha, you asked for it.” Thankful that he’d chosen a relatively secluded little spot to hide away in, he crowds her space until she’s backed into the trunk of a tree.

“Jake, what the f-“

“No, you wanted this and I do have some things to say to you.” He’s not touching her, won’t touch her until she wants him to, but one of his hands is braced against the tree just over her shoulder and only a few inches of space separates their bodies. His other hand comes up to slip the sunglasses from the bridge of his nose and he folds them and slides them back into his pocket. She doesn’t look away as his eyes bore into hers but her chin juts forward in defiance.

“Go ahead then.”

He takes a few breaths and hopes that any one of the thoughts racing through his brain will come out cohesively.

“I love you.” She flinches as if he’d pulled back to slap her. “I don’t care if that hurts. I’ve spent every second since I walked out of your fucking bathroom hurting. Months on the road didn’t take it away, fucking other people didn’t take it away. Every single one of them was you when I closed my eyes, but not one of them could compare.”

Her head nods slowly in understanding, wearing a brave mask that’s slipping as her eyes shine in the light that’s reaching them from the tent.

“I haven’t stopped being yours, not for a moment, probably since the night we met. How can you not see that?”

When her hands come up to slide over the bare skin of his chest and tuck themselves just under the edges of his shirt, he thinks she’s going to push him away again, his head drops in defeat. At least he tried.

“Look at me.”

When their eyes meet again, his are unbearably sad and her breath hitches as a single tear escapes and he lets it roll.

“Is it too late?” One hand slides up his chest, over the soft skin at the base of his neck until her fingers are nestled in his hair.

He sniffles and swipes his thumb over the track left behind by the tear he’d let slip. “For what, Nic?”

“For me to try for you.”

“Please don’t fuck with me right now.”

“Baby…” The soft pet name squeezes his heart, but does nothing to dispel the renewed fear of rejection. “I’ll probably never be able to tell you how sorry I am. And what would apologies even be worth, at this point? Can we… I don’t know, can we start over?”

His head is shaking as he grips her wrist to pull her hand from his hair, he grabs the other to remove that hand from his chest but once both of her hands are held tight in his, he tells her, “No.”

“No?”

“No. I can’t start over. I’m so fucking deep in love with you, I can’t start from the beginning. I want everything with you. I want what they have, I want more. If you can’t-“

She cuts him off with her lips, pushed against his so hard that it hurts as she rips her hands from his to throw her arms over his shoulders. He’s slow to react, unsure if this is real until his palms are running up the exposed skin of her back and a fist is wrapped in the loose curls that hang there. He presses her into the tree behind her with his hips as her mouth opens to him and he tastes the desperation on her tongue.

Mind reeling, he’s strongly considering fucking her here, against a tree while his brother’s wedding reception is in full swing not all that far away. It wouldn’t be the first time they’ve done it with the very real risk of getting caught and it’s pretty clear that her thoughts are similar as he feels one of her legs raise until it’s hitched over his hip.

As soon as his fingertips sink into the thigh that’s wrapped around him, a throat clears behind his back.

He pulls his face from hers, breaking the kiss and startling them both into awareness of their surroundings, but he doesn’t release his hold on her leg and he’s suddenly unsure if he’d imagined the sound or not.

“Ahem, umm, your presence is being missed over here guys. Both of you.”

Her thigh slips from his hip as she cranes her neck to see the elder Sam smirking behind the drink he’s sipping. Jake still doesn’t move away from her, not willing to let the moment end yet.

“Please tell me my little brother is not standing back there when I could be inside you right now, tell me I’m imagining that.”

Her laughter rings out into the night, loud and sincere and he finally feels whole again. “Nope, dear Samuel is definitely there and has ruined the mood. Unless you want him to watch.”

Taking half a step back, allowing her to smooth out her dress, he adjusts himself in his pants and huffs out, “Fuck no, he doesn’t get to see what’s mine.” Her head whips back up at the statement but he only grins mischievously. “You’re mine. Say it.”

She only thinks it over for a second before her smile stretches wide, blinding him with how bright it is. “Yeah, Kiszka. I am yours. Now come dance with me.” She grabs him by the hand to lead him past Sam before he can reply, he snatches the drink from his little brother’s hand as they pass and downs what remains in one gulp. Avoiding anyone who may have questions about where they’ve been, he discards the empty glass on a table as she tugs him directly onto the dance floor.

“You know, I’m really no good at dancing.”

“You know I’ll do most of the work, handsome.”

As the song he’d swear he’s never heard before in his life comes to an end, he lets her walk in front of him to the small bar and he’s only got a hope and a prayer that his friends and most of his family can’t tell that he’s rock hard. He keeps her close as they order their drinks and as they wait, he feels a familiar hand grab onto his shoulder. Turning his head without moving his body away from her, he finds Josh with what might be the stupidest looking grin he’s ever seen, nearly splitting his face in half.

“Joshua, how’s married life treating you?”

“Fucking fantastic. What’s going on here?” Never one for subtlety, he places his other hand on Nic’s shoulder. “I heard you two were about to defile each other under a tree. At my wedding? Animals!” He’s drunk and happy and Jake doesn’t have the heart to be annoyed with him.

“I wouldn’t trust your resources, Josh.” Nic is giggling as she tries to cover for them, Jake smiles at the sound of it.

“Ah, but I do trust them. And it looks like you trusted my instincts. Didn’t I tell you?” Before he can further elaborate, he’s being pulled away to fulfill some other duty required of the groom. The look of confusion on Jake’s face makes her eyes roll but she doesn’t seem disturbed by what his brother had said.

“What does that mean, what did he tell you?” She takes a long drink from the glass that’s been placed in front of her before answering.

“They’re quite a pair, those two. A formidable team. They ganged up on me last night after the rehearsal dinner.”

The rehearsal dinner. Where Jake had told his twin the truth and Josh had returned with a suspiciously confident “this is gonna be okay���.

“Ganged up on you how?” His stomach is already churning over whatever she’s about to tell him. She can see apprehension written plainly on his face.

“Your brother had some pretty… pointed questions for me regarding the way things had ended between us. Did you really not tell him anything?” He simply shakes his head in response. “He seemed sort of mad at me. He said he didn’t know that I had… hurt you.”

He lets his head fall back for a moment before lifting it to return his eyes to hers. “Okay. But the fact that I was hurt wasn’t a surprise to you. So what else did he say?”

“After I told him the short version of what had happened, I told him that I had been in love with you, and that scared me more than anything else.”

Staying silent, he lets had been run through his head until blood is rushing in his ears. Had been, had been, she had been but she’s not anymore.

“He told me I'd fucked up. And he asked me if I still had feelings for you.”

“And?”

“Will you dance with me?” The question comes out of left field and he watches with wide eyes as she chugs the rest of her drink and grabs his hand. Before he can object, he’s being pulled to the center of the dance floor and they’re quickly surrounded by couples wrapped up in each other as soft notes from a piano ring through the air.

Her arms loop behind his neck and she twirls a lock of hair around a finger as his hands come to rest at her hips.

“I’m not done with this conversation, Nic.”

“I love this song. Do you like Adele or is that like, too mainstream for an extremely cool rockstar like you?” The string lights over head are making her eyes sparkle as she continues to avoid his words.

“I do like her. Guilty pleasure, and all that.” The lyrics to this particular song would threaten to bring him to his knees right now if he dared to listen.

Their bodies sway softly as she smiles at his admission, and he can feel eyes on them but he’s not sure from which direction. “Nic, what did you say when he asked if you still had feelings for me?”

“I told him the truth of course. Am I not always brutally honest?”

He pulls her closer, hands moving around her waist and palms flat on her lower back. With his lips close to her ear, he’s sure that from the outside it looks like they’re having a sweet moment. “Stop doing that, tell me what you fucking said.” He feels her fingers tighten in his hair and her hips push forward into his.

Directly against the shell of his ear, she breathes the words. “I never stopped loving you.”

He lowers his lips to her shoulder and presses a soft kiss there before pulling back to look at her. The lights that had been sparkling in her eyes before are dancing off of the tears that are about to spill over. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know how to let you in. I still don’t know if I do, but I’d like to try.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Jake.”

“God, I love you too. Say it one more time.” His grin probably matches the incredibly idiotic one his twin was wearing just a few minutes ago at the bar, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about how he looks, he doesn’t care about anyone else under this tent, he truthfully doesn’t even care that this is someone else’s wedding. This is their moment.

Her own smile stretches slowly, his is wildly contagious and she’s positive she’s never felt anything like this before. “I love you.”

His hands slide up her back until they’re both tangled at the back of her head and he pulls her in to solidify this as a memory he will hold onto forever. Their lips meet softly, tentatively, as if it’s the first time. Melting into it, they continue to sway to the music as the rest of the world falls away. As the final notes slip through the space, he breaks the kiss just to press two more to her lips, another to her cheek and a final one to her forehead before he rests his own against it.

“Uncle Jake! Uncle Jake!” Little Sam is running toward them, though of course he’s not so little anymore. He’s definitely going to be taller than Josh. Jake doesn’t bother kneeling to his level as he slides to a stop, almost crashing into their legs.

Jake reaches a hand out to ruffle it through Sam’s hair, almost as long as his own, but Sam instantly takes offense and runs his own fingers through it to put the strands back into place.

“What’s up, dude?”

Sam looks them over quickly, takes in the way Jake’s other arm is still wrapped around his aunt. He reaches up to tug at Jake’s sleeve covering his bicep, waves him down as if he has a secret to tell. Jake obliges and leans down as Sam cups his hands around his mouth next to Jake’s ear.

“Is Aunt Nic your girlfriend now?”

Jake straightens as he laughs at the little boy’s question and his overall innocence. “Why don’t you ask her, bud.”

“Okayyyyy, Auntie Nic, are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?”

It’s her turn to laugh for the same reasons, and as she meets Jake’s gaze he’s got his eyebrows lifted as if he too is awaiting the answer.

She pretends to think about it, a hand brought up to cup her chin. “Umm, yeah. Yeah, we are. Is that cool?”

“Yeah! Are you gonna get married too?”

“Okay that’s enough questions, run along you little heathen! Where are your parents?” Jake takes him by the shoulders and turns him away, shooing him along to run back across the dance floor.

“Kids, am I right?” Her cheeks are a rosy pink and she’s still smiling as he takes her hand and pulls her off the dance floor in the opposite direction that he’d sent the kid off to. “Where are we going?”

“We’re leaving.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to leave this early, we’re like, part of the wedding.”

“Don’t care. We’re leaving.”

“Okay? My place or yours?”

“Mine. My bed is bigger, and I have plans for you. A lot of lost time to make up for.”

His words are rushing out of him as he tugs her along, they’re practically running as they reach one of the cars that are waiting specifically for the wedding party. He opens the door for her and she climbs inside without hesitation though she does have questions. “Jake, what’s the hurry?”

He pulls her in for a lingering kiss as soon as his ass hits the seat next to her and murmurs against her skin as he trails his lips over her jaw and they land on her shoulder. “I need to be inside you, need to hear you tell me you love me when I make you cum, I fucking need you.”

Breathless and hoping the driver is minding his own business, she whimpers confirmation that she needs him too. He offers his address over his shoulder and tells the guy to drive. He briefly wonders if it will always be like this, if he’ll ever actually believe that he’s lucky enough to have her, if he’ll ever get used to the feeling of being loved by her.

He hopes that it’ll always be like this.

It’s nearly impossible to keep his hands off of her but somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that if he takes it too far in this backseat, someone in his family will find out about it and he’ll never hear the end of it. She hasn’t bothered trying and her left hand has been roaming his lap since the car started moving. By the time they’re pulling into his driveway, his entire body is thrumming with impatience, his fingertips are tingling with it.

She exits first and he pats himself down, looking for his wallet. Fuck.

“Hey man, I left my wallet there, I don’t have any cash on me.”

“Sir, you’re actually not required to tip me. I was hired to drive you home.”

“Sure, but nobody’s paying you to hear.. um, what you heard. I'm sorry about that.”

The driver, clearly a professional, hardly bats an eye as his gaze meets Jake’s in the rear view mirror. “I’ve heard worse, sir. Have a good night.”

That’s good enough for him and he’s bounding out of the backseat and jogging up the driveway to meet her at his front door. “Babe, I left everything back there, we have to go in through the garage.”

They’re both giggling at the eagerness that had him completely forgetting his belongings, including his keys, but she reaches out to pull him in by the lapels of his jacket as they wait for the garage door to roll open. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

“Your idiot.” Their lips meet and hers open to him instantly, her tongue skating over the fullness of his bottom lip until his own slips out and against hers. Neither of them registers the silence right away as the garage door stops moving, and the material of her dress at her hips is being bunched into his fists as his fingers scramble to gather it until the cool night air is breezing over the skin of her thighs.

“Jake…” She pulls away to get his attention, but it’s been refocused on the skin at the base of her neck and his teeth graze over the spot. “Jake.”

He still doesn’t respond so she pushes him off of her and turns to walk into the garage. Dazed, he follows after her and watches as she slides the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders. As she reaches the door and enters the house, she’s shrugging her arms free of the fabric but the door slamming shut behind her stops her movements and nearly causes her to jump out of her skin. When she whips around to scold him, the look on his face steals her breath.

His eyes are dark, nearly black in the absence of light inside the house. His lips are ever so slightly parted but she watches as he presses them together before slipping the tip of his tongue over the bottom one then tucking it between his teeth.

“Please don’t take that dress off before you get upstairs. Let me do it.”

She nods in response and turns away again, he trails after her slowly, allows her to take her time when she pauses to brace herself against the wall and lift each foot to unfasten the straps of her shoes and kick them aside. He toes his own off and leaves them behind as she makes her way through the dark house, up the stairs and into his bedroom where she turns to face him as he crosses the threshold. She’s expecting him to take her into his arms, but he moves past her and clicks on the small lamp on one of the nightstands, illuminating them in a soft glow.

Confused when he sits on the edge of the bed, she moves to stand between his spread legs and his hands find her body immediately. Wrapped around her back, his arms pull her closer until he’s pressing kisses into the skin of her chest just above the neckline of her dress and she buries her fingers in his hair. Silently, he reaches up to finish what she’d started, finding the tiny zipper at the center of her back and tugging it down until the dress is hanging open down to the soft swell of her ass. He lifts his eyes to hers but lets them drop to follow the path of the material as it slips, revealing her breasts and then her stomach, until it slides past her hips and pools at her feet. Dragging his gaze back up, he takes in every freckle, every mark that he’d thought he’d be forced to forget about.

A little overwhelmed, he sucks a deep breath in through his nose and releases it from his mouth before looking up at her face. “I- God. I can’t believe you’re here right now.”

His hands are roaming over her bare skin, fingers tucked under the lace at her hips and he takes another shaky breath as he pushes her underwear down past her thighs and watches them land, circling her ankles.

“Jake?” She pets over his hair and tucks some behind his ear to coax his face back up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m good. I didn’t think I’d ever be this good again.” Maintaining the eye contact, smiling up at her, he slips a hand between her thighs and finds her skin already slick. She hums at his touch and ends on a soft whimper as he runs two fingers through her arousal. “How are you so wet already, I haven’t even done anything?”

“Why does your dick get hard when all I’ve done is dance with you?”

It makes him laugh, a low chuckle that shakes his shoulders. “I don’t think that’s exactly the same thing.” Before she can offer a retort, his fingers between her legs push just barely past her entrance, tucked just inside her cunt. Her body reacts, hips pushing forward and fingers tightening their hold in his hair. “Want more?”

“Everything, I want everything.”

Slowly he pushes into her until his palm is pressed against her clit, her hips rock into it as his other hand reaches back to grip a handful of her ass, pulling her in until he can wrap his lips around one of her nipples. Tongue swirling over it, he lets her fuck herself gently on his fingers, considers pulling them out and skipping foreplay but the quiet sounds she’s letting out are making his dick throb in his pants. Popping off of her nipple, he grazes over it with his teeth to hear the little whine that he knows will follow.

“Baby?” God, that feels good. She hums in question before he curls his fingers forward, snatching a low moan from her throat. “Need to get my mouth on you, taste you. Please.”

“Whatever you want.”

He’s not greedy but he does like the sound of that. Slipping his fingers from her, he slides them up and flicks the tip of one over her clit, laughs when she yelps. Standing from the bed to wrap her in his arms, he whispers into her hair covering her ear, “All I want is you.”

The Nic that he knew before would have scoffed at that, probably made an exaggerated gagging noise, possibly even wrapped her hands around her throat for emphasis. But the woman pressing kisses into the side of his neck does none of those things as she shrugs his arms off of her and starts to push his jacket from his shoulders. It hits the edge of the mattress and slides to the floor as he scoops her up rather unceremoniously and tosses her onto the bed, where she props herself up on her elbows and plants her feet as laughter rings through the room.

Before he joins her there, he pops the two buttons holding his shirt closed and lets it fall to join her dress and his jacket. As he places his hand over the button at his waist, her eyes lock onto it. He watches her watching him as the button comes undone and the zipper comes down and her legs seem to fall open of their own accord. He rushes to push the pants and briefs off of his hips and step out of them.

She stops him with a hand placed on his shoulder as he scrambles to lay between her thighs. Unsure of what’s happening, he hovers over her and waits for an explanation.

“You look different.” Time has passed and it has changed him, just a little.

“I am different.” Physically, maybe. He hasn’t bothered to take much care of himself in the past year, but mentally he’s very different. “You look the same.” He comes to rest on his stomach, face inches away from what he needs so badly until he moves in and places a kiss directly to her heated skin. “Perfect.”

Wrapping his arms around her thighs on either side of his head, he finally, finally, gets a taste. It’s addictive and he’s been chasing this high for too long, he forgets for a moment that there’s a goal in mind as he opens his mouth over her and sucks her in, pressing his face into her cunt until he’s struggling to breathe. It doesn’t matter, he could die like this and it would be exactly how he’s meant to go. He wants to take it slow, just how she likes it but it’s just not going to be possible and when her hips buck against him and the tip of his nose catches her clit, her sharp gasp tells him that this is just fine.

He pulls away to take a breath and her thighs are already trembling in his grip as he lowers his face again and licks a long, broad stripe through her and sucks her clit past his lips. Rolling his tongue over it, a groan rumbles up from his chest as her hands sink into his hair and pull him in until she’s grinding against him.

She’s cursing and murmuring his name, when he opens his eyes to look up at her she’s already watching him. “Fuck. You’re beautiful like this, ya know. Ohhh…” Her attempt at cheekiness is disrupted as he flicks the tip of his tongue over her. Her back arches from the mattress when he does it again, so he keeps doing it. He does it until she’s writhing against his sheets, until her legs close around his head, until she’s telling him that she’s right there, gonna cum, don’t stop.

Just before she falls, right before it breaks, she lets it go. “I love you, I fucking love you- oh fuck.” He growls into her, that was better than he could’ve imagined. He needs that forever, and he plans to get it at least one more time tonight. His own hips are rocking into the bed beneath him, searching for any small amount of relief as he laps at her softly until her body relaxes. When her legs fall away from him, he’s quick to crawl over her and capture her mouth with his, slick with her release.

Their tongues swirl together and she groans at the taste of herself on him before he pulls back and rests his forehead on hers.

“I love you too. Let me show you.”

She nods her head and presents him with a soft, close-lipped smile that he thinks he’s maybe seen before, but he doesn’t remember it looking like that. As he leans back and reaches between them to run himself through her core, he takes a deep breath and tells her so.

“I was wrong.” He lines himself up with her. “You do look different.” He pushes in and drops his eyes to watch the head disappear into her body. “You look happy.” He pulls his hand away to wrap both of them around the small of her waist. “Are you happy?”

She breathes out as he pulls her onto him slowly, stretching her around him. “Are you, Jake?”

He sighs deeply as he sinks in and bottoms out. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

A hand reaches out to wrap itself around the back of his neck and she pulls his body down to cover hers, nose to nose she tells him, “Me too.”

When their lips meet, he pulls his hips back and withdraws as slowly as he’d entered before delivering a deep stroke.

“Oh, shit Jake…”

“I know, I know,” He strokes into her again, again as he builds a fluid rhythm, “but you take it so well. So fucking perfect.”

She’s whining as he tucks his face into her neck and whispers more words of affirmation, her legs lift to wrap around him but she doesn’t press him for more, this is exactly what they both need. Something that they’ve never done. Not like this. They simply enjoy it for what it is as he brings the tips of his fingers to skim over her jaw and draws them down her throat and over her collarbone. She releases a content sigh when they dance over the curve of her breast and continue their journey down her ribs and past her stomach. When his palm slides over her hip and lands high on her outer thigh, he slips his hand underneath her body and holds tight to the softness of her ass.

He can’t help it when uses the leverage of his grip to pull her to him and thrusts sharply.

“Yes, again, do it again.”

Of course he does as she commands, and without realizing it he’s sped up his pace. They’re slipping against each other, mostly his fault as he seems to be running hotter than he ever has and nearly all of their skin is touching. He has to lift himself away, releasing her backside to prop himself up on his hands, allowing him to roll his body into his thrusts.

“Baby, I’m close, I’m sorry. I can’t-“ He pulls a deep breath in and blows it past his lips. “I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good.”

“Shh, don’t be sorry, cum with me.” She runs her hands over the sticky skin of his back.

Her words surprise him, she hasn’t given him any sign that she was close. He’s not discouraged by that, they’d been riding a steady wave of pleasure that just happened to start its break over him. She surprises him again when he feels her squeeze his cock.

“C’mon, fuck me a little.” There’s a cocky smirk on her face and he returns it as he starts to fuck into her with purpose. “Justlikethat,” it rushes from her lungs on one breath and she’s tightening around him, her fingernails digging into his skin.

The wave crashes so abruptly that he can’t even offer her a warning other than a grunted fuck as he spills over. Through the rush of it, he can feel her nails drag down his back and suddenly her body contorts as it bows and lifts from the bed and his new favorite phrase flows from her lips to his ears.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

The full, comprehensive relief that he feels in this moment is unreal. He’ll never forget it.

He resists dropping his body to hers as the wave slips away in retreat, instead he pulls his hips back slowly, wincing at the sensation. He intended to stretch out beside her but his release is already dripping from her and he watches gravity pull it toward the sheets until she reaches out to tug him down to the bed. Landing on his back, his chest is still heaving as she rolls into his side and runs her fingers through the slick sweat that’s pooling just below his sternum.

As he works to calm his breathing, she speaks.

“This feels good. It feels right.”

Covering her hand on his chest with his own, he grabs onto it and lifts it to his lips, kisses the tip of each finger. “Yeah… yeah it does.”

They fall back into comfortable silence, their hands intertwined and held over his heart. After a few minutes, she asks if he wants to take a shower with her.

“Mm, yes. But not yet.”

“You’re sticky.”

“Don’t care. We have time.” He kisses her hand again and shifts to roll to his side, propping his head up onto his fist to face her. The blush on her cheeks and chest is fading, her hair is disheveled and strands of it are stuck to the side of her neck. She’s beautiful. “We have all the time in the world. Forever, I hope.”

Her breath catches but she doesn’t push him away. She moves over him until his back is pressed to the mattress again, hands braced on either side of him, her face hovering over his, she nudges the tip of his nose with hers. “You think you can handle forever with me, pretty boy?”

He grabs her and pulls her in, rolls their bodies until he’s nestled between her legs and he’s looking down at her. Her eyebrows shoot up as she feels him getting hard again, pressed against her thigh.

“I know I can, but can you handle me?”

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[hanasnx]

“I like it when you’re jealous,” you say as you take off his clothes. Anakin, through gritted teeth, “yeah and i’m getting real tired of it.” 🫠🤤🥴 I’m dead that what so hot!!! And omg please I would love for you to explore the idea of Anakin being jealous again, maybe how it would differ after him and the reader became an actual couple, if you have time ofc 💓💓💓

ill make time for steamy anakin romance any day anon— im so happy u told me what u liked most about that post!! it always makes me happy to know what lines got u :D

i needed a break from writing my halloween themed kinktober fic for anakin anyway ;)

☥ so anakin is obviously painfully aware of how sexy you are. his dick has ached for you more times than he can count. being so inexperienced before you meant being horny and being horny for you are synonymous bcos he conflates the two

so he thinks that a lot of other men feel that way about you too, even if he doesnt realize he thinks that way

☥ anakin is definitely toxic to an extent, so once you two become an actual couple im sure it’d be a problem that you have to face together.

☥ sometimes you don’t realize youre flirting, you’re naturally flirtatious as a personality trait, something youve adopted because it paid off in your last job, and it pays off now.

it’s a habit youre trying to break, and sometimes it slips out. and damn does it piss anakin off.

“you’re leading them on on purpose!”

“well it was necessary before! i’m still working on it, ani,”

“i think you like the attention.”

“oh? is that how you feel?”

“you get some sick satisfaction from guys thinking they have a chance with you.”

“and it doesn’t excite you that they never will?”

he side eyes you. “don’t turn this around like that,”

“c’mon, anakin, don’t you get some ‘sick satisfaction’ out of men thirsting after your girl only to be denied and forgotten?”

“you can’t say you whore yourself out to other guys for me.”

“but i can say you like having something no one else does.”

the way he fucking looks at you, tonguing his cheek with this heated glint in his eye. KDJF you better be ready to get fucked in half

☥ he gets so worked up over it, and you hate that he’s right about you liking the attention. it’s so tough to catch yourself in the act and clip it. anakin develops quite the routine with you

“i saw you talking with that scum like he had a shot. even if you weren’t with me you’d never even look in his direction. i’m starting to think it gets you off knowing you’ll be punished at home.” he’d tell you while he’s balls deep inside of you in a mating press

“ani! too deep! too deep!”

“i don’t care. you wanna act like a slut? take it like one.”

☥ this would happen so often that he pops a boner when he sees you flirting around. your hand bracing on a strangers arm when you laugh at their joke. letting them put a hand over yours on a table. whispering something naughty in your ear so you playfully hit them and meet anakin’s gaze from across the room.

like when a dog salivates at the sound of the dinner bell, anakin knows you just signed yourself up for being his personal toy tonight.

☥ “i bet he’s thinking about you, you know,” he’d tell you, while you were overstimulated and unraveling over him. his tip kissing your cervix mercilessly, thumb running over your clit, awaiting your next orgasm. “smiling at the thought of you. wondering when he’ll see you next. has no idea you’re here, getting fucked by your lover until you forget your own damn name.”

☥ being an actual couple means he has a little more reign in what he’s allowed to say to you, and what he’s allowed to do to you should you stray

its fun for him to reclaim you, and it’s fun for you to basically get a guaranteed rough fuck—

☥ “i can’t blame you for being so magnetic, princess, men flock to you ‘cause they’re human. it’s got me thinking,”

“about what, baby?”

“maybe if i fuck a baby into you, the question of if you belong to anyone’ll be answered.”

“ani—“

#anon #thanks for the msg!! #indy shoots the shit #star wars #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #the clone wars #tcw #sw #jealousy #established relationship #x y/n #x f!reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #anakin skywalker imagine

[lasciviouspoison]

i’ve been reading lolita for the past two days (sigh) and this scenario popped into my head after i read a part that made me wanna tear the book apart with my teeth….. so ofc i had to write it down. although it’s just a blurb, tw: contains mentions of the book Lolita (which is graphic in itself), written for a female reader (no pronouns are used so pls feel free to read even if u do not identify as a girl!). not a tw, but i write for black women so ofc y/n is black coded!! even if u think she isn’t <3

eren would love his little nerd gf.

the way you’re curled up into the corner of your shared cream colored couch. the tan blanket that you recently purchased flung over your legs, illuminated by the dull lamp that sits beside you. the off white hoodie that you stole, as eren likes to say, from his closet swallowing you whole. the sleeves constantly sliding too far off your wrists once you lift your arms too high.

your eyes flashing across the book you recently bought. he can see them through the reflection of your cute little glasses, the ones that he wishes you would wear more.

even though he’s supposed to be working on finishing his work proposal, he can’t help but stare. from the dining room table, his designated working area, he stares at his little girl friend who dances circles around his intelligence. who corrects him when he’s wrong and who will make every necessary edit on his proposal once he’s finished. “i just have to look over it, i can’t help it”, a statement you’ve made one too many times.

he loves you. it’s why everytime he sees you his brain flashes to the little red box that’s hidden in a compartment within his bedside table. he’s been itching to propose for 2 weeks now….

his train of thought is errupted when you huff at your book and borderline throw it down.

“this is disgusting. i don’t wanna keep reading, but i have to”. you say while shifting slightly to drink a bit of your matcha.

“what’s this one about baby?” please don’t tell me to keep working, is what he thinks after his inquiry. his english major lover refuses to let up on him when he’s tasked with a project.

you turn over to him, shaking your head ever so slightly, “it’s fucking Lolita… this deranged ass book. i hate it so much.”

“i’m assuming it’s the writing that makes it awful?”

“no! and that’s the problem!” you say while getting up, he knows your coming over to sit on the table next to his laptop. “it’s the content! this old mother fucker is lusting after a 12, eren, a 12 year old girl! and you know what he does eren…? he jokes about it! oh my god this is rancid! it was written as a cautionary tale so i get why it’s supposed to make me uncomfortable but jesus… and the worst part is people have the nerve to call it a love story. we’re a love story, not this pedophilic bullshit.”

eren puts his head onto his fist and cracks a small smile, “you think we’re a love story?”

you narrow your eyes and lean down to his face, “is that all you got from my rant just now?”

he laughs and bit and leans back into his chair, “of course not. the book sounds like actual nightmare fuel for parents. but, that doesn’t mean i can’t find you calling us a love story endearing.”

you sigh and hop off of the table. you’re making your way to the kitchen so you can grab some of the holiday cookies eren bought you because they were quote ‘snowman shaped’. “one of these days, you’re going to aggravate me so bad that i wax off one of your fucking eyebrows,” you say with a mouth full of cookie.

he walks over and grabs one out of the box as well, “i can’t wait y/n”.

you shake your head and push at his chest a bit, “i’ve been talking to you for too long. go and finish your proposal so i can edit it. god knows you can’t write a paper to save your life.”

he feigns hurt while you begin to walk back towards the couch, paying him absolutely no mind. “that last part wasn’t needed.”

you crack a smile and put your glasses back on, trying to wiggle back under the blanket and into the corner, “yes it was, it’s literally the reason why you’re paying for my education.”

“no, i’m doing that because i love you and want to see you succeed.”

“of course you are, but also to help you with writing”.

he sits back down and moves his mouse, causing the laptop to illuminate his face, “i’m not going to admit nor deny my poor writing skills. so hush and finish your rancid book Mrs. yeager.” proposal is so deeply ingrained in his mind that it’s making him feral.

you giggle, “mhm, i bet you won’t, Mr. yeager”.

#eren #eren fluff #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager

[saturngoldenchild]

Astrology observations: + some music for u <3

Ur favorite sea goat is back hiiiii 💓💓🫧🫧 some short observations for u and music you should listen to based on ur dominant element. I am going to open my inbox. I want to try it out first and then I’ll make sure to post rules if necessary. That is all, please enjoy this and the meaning of hello kitty <3

- 12th placements and not being believed is so true. These people know the answers, they just can’t prove it. Always trust your intuition babies.

- Bro… so I was looking at air moons n was losing my mind. I collected a bunch of Aquarius moons celebs cause I was like let me see who of my people is famous 🫡 and it was so sad. They all had some sort of very traumatic, difficult past. I also noticed that people wouldn’t think these people have suffered to such extremes due to the image they put on. We have to remember Aquarius is know as caring of the collective, which despite Saturn’s influence, makes it a very hopeful sign. With Uranus they’re looking toward the future with hopes of finding something better.

- one thing I love about earth placements at their best, especially mercury, is how blunt they can be with what they feel. Again, I think this is the placements at their best. But there is a reason why they get called honest, the only thing missing is authenticity with their emotions which again comes with time.

- When it comes to a situation where someone needs to take charge… if there is a water sign, they will try to take the lead but could fail due to a lack of diligence or just not being taken serious. They could be soft spoken or their stance could be a bit inward or unsure. I know this is kind of a stereotype but I do think there is some truth to it in the sense that a lot of the time their emotions can be out for the public to see. So if there is a problem and they are worried or upset it will show. I don’t want to perpetuate this “omg water signs r babies 🥺” thing it’s so corny. How do you guys feel about this???? Obviously this depends on the rest of the chart WE KNOW 🙄.

- Libra moons could have a mother who was highly critical of their looks. Libra moons, especially the men I have encountered are very critical of looks as well. I know three people with this placement who have looked their so in their eyes and told them how ugly their outfit is. 😭😭😭 I don’t mean it to say y’all are bitches, you kind of remind me of how critical Hispanic aunts are.

- Libra in the 8th or Libra Venus could be an attention seeker for their SO or their crush. Libra Venus are very blunt on the fact that they like you if it is a crush. They are the type to flirt with people and not get let down if it’s not immediately reciprocated. Y’all are just charming like 😋 Libra in the 8th is very clingy with their SO in private. Not in a bad way, they’re mischievous and it’s endearing.

- I didn’t understand fire placements being seen as egotistical until I saw it this way. Fire signs are very independent which can sometimes evolve into feeling as though you don’t need anyone for the wrong reasons. The reasons being…thinking nobody knows better than you do 💀 after that I understood all the other points. sometimes it’s okay to sit and take in your environment ur still a bad bitch but it’s still good to listen to those who you trust even if you don’t follow through with their advice.

- the best dancers I have seen usually have Venus ruled or Saturn ruled placements. It could make sense due to Venus ruling over art forms. Saturn placements have amazing stamina which I don’t feel is talked about enough, it ruled over time after all.

Artists you should listen to based on your dominant planet:

- Air signs: Start listening to Arca n you’ll start levitating I’m telling you. A creator on tiktok pointed this out but arca has a Libra stellium and it really shows. I’d say also if you like noise music you will love them. also check them out cause what are u doing with ur life not supporting a Latin artist 🤨 also start listening to flo milli this second cause she’s a genius and that aqua moon really comes through to shine.

- Earth signs: I am begging you to listen to RM I think you will find the comfort ur looking for honestly. As I said one of the lovely things I have found about the bluntness of an earth sign is their ability to be honest about how they feel no matter how bleak it may sound. His music is also just very grounded idk how else to explain it. ON ANOTHER NOTE…listen to double Capricorn poppy’s “i disagree”. I’m telling you you won’t regret it, she’s angry and she’s letting go and she’s letting karma do it’s thing. Rico Nasty lovely double Taurus that also makes music for angry, hot, earth signs. Also listen to Lous and the Yakuza, I love me a Virgo moon and will never deny it.

- Water signs: bjork right now. This woman has a scary ass chart (triple Scorpio) but her music is just as intense and surreal as these signs feel. It’s an experience truly. Also if you haven’t already check out Chloe x Halle they have such a good combo of cancer/Pisces placements that oof. ALSO listen to Moyko cause let me tell you I don’t have that whole chart but if that ain’t the most watery water sign music with a couple earth placements here and there. His music has me bawling but it’s comforting at the same time. And if you thought I wasn’t gonna talk about majority of ateez having water moons SPECIFICALLY CANCER MOONS YOURE wrong n u look dumb now. listen to them and Kali Uchis to feel confident.

- Fire signs: I don’t make the rules YALL need to listen to Rihanna. HER ARIES MOON IS MY WEAKNESS. It’s just passionate but also flirty and I think you’ll have fun cause like it’s Rihanna. listen to doechii right now. My favorite Leo ever, just blunt and confident but also very real and honest with her emotions on her songs. Also, Ann Peebles has a Leo moon and that is very personal to me. They way her songs handle heart break is very much I AM A FIRE MOON so yk.

okay lovely people this is all. I will post more often I promise <3

#hello kitty #12th house #Aquarius #aquarius moon #air moons #water signs #pisces #cancer #Scorpio #Libra #Libra moon #Libra in the 8th #fire signs #Leo #Aries #Sagittarius #Capricorn #taurus #Virgo #Spotify #astrology observations #astrology

[stuckinapril]

hi! a post u reblogged keeps coming back to me, (the one that starts: "there really are some people who never take accountability for their actions ... and you cant change that.") and idk i just wonder how you can tell if that's actually the case or if the other person really -does- deserve to devalue you/some part of you (not speaking of you directly here, lol) and pushing back against them makes -you- the manipulative one....

i keep feeling like saying "i am __ (insert whtv, like being trans, or changing how i look) and you can't change that" is something i shouldnt do out of respect/not copying others but idk! u seem way wiser than me people wise, so that's why i ask lol

feel free to ignore this sorry, i usually hate rambling in people's inboxes and won't in the future, but my brain feels like it's on fire a little lol

Hey babe 💕 I understand where you’re coming from. I’m interpreting your words very loosely here, in the sense that by “devaluing a part of you” you just mean someone does deserve to call you out for shitty behavior. Obviously no one actually deserves to devalue you, which is an entirely different concept from calling you out. I’m pretty sure that’s what you meant, but it’s a distinction I felt is necessary anyway bc some wording in this post is giving me people pleaser haha—and I was totally there at several points, so I get the resistance to embracing this idea.

The answer to your question comes down to self-awareness. I’ve been a self-aware person my whole life—and a people-pleasing one at that. I’ve never really had a problem copping to my mistakes; in fact, I did that so excessively that I would even find myself being “the bigger person” in situations I had no business being the bigger person in. I’d literally be walking all over my own self and dignity just to appease somebody else. I guess I’m just a person who started from 0 and had to go up in terms of self-confidence lmao, so my root problem was that I had to stop myself from going “this person deserves to put me down/paint me as the bad person” in situations where I was not the bad person. Obviously if you’re someone who’s starting from 100% and has to go down to 50% to meet someone in the middle, you have the opposite issue to mine. You have too much pride to apologize, you really struggle to hold yourself accountable, you will cut people off rather than just hash things out. I was never that person.

You kind of need to be extremely honest w yourself to discern which one you are, bc I’ve seen people who suffer too much ego and yet hide themselves behind these saccharine affirmations (“I’m just not for everyone” “I’m misunderstood” “I’m just I’m just I’m just”) but it’s a bandaid on the actual problem, which is a problem within themselves they need to address. They can’t admit that they have an “ugly” flaw, so they cope by self-victimizing instead. Self-victimization can also be a form of sanitization (“I wasn’t cruel to this person; they’re just too sensitive and they don’t get my sense of humor”), which is yet another way of making something you did more “socially digestible” as opposed to coming to terms w it for what it is: genuinely shitty behavior. Luckily I don’t think I’ve ever had that flaw. Like I have an ego just like every other human being, but I’d say it takes me way less than other people to get over it and own up.

I don’t wanna paint myself as a saint btw bc my people pleasing isn’t all rooted in selflessness. Obviously it has its own selfish aspects. It can stem from insecurity, it can stem from an inferiority complex, it can stem from wanting desperately to belong, and it can even stem wanting control. For instance, believing you’re the problem in every situation gives you a false sense of control over it (“if I could just fix my behavior, this problem would be fixed too; if the other person is the problem, then I can’t fix this problem, bc it’s harder to control this person than it is to control myself. Therefore it’s easier for me to be the problem so this can be resolved faster”). I’ve had to face the uglier sides of me head on, but it’s okay!! It’s literally okay. It’s okay to quietly work through this stuff. It’s okay not to be born perfect. I know we’re living in an age of extreme sanitization rn, but I assure you it’s okay to learn to live no matter what anyone says. I dislike it when people make it seem like these visceral issues of theirs are all just a byproduct of positive aspects (“I’m just too selfless” “im just too kind!”), bc while that can be partially true, it’s usually not the entire story. And that’s okay. It becomes a problem when you don’t actively work to change for the better.

As for your second paragraph, I’m not sure what the point is? If someone is trans and someone else isn’t respecting that, they’re well within their right to assert it. This is a pretty different scenario from the one I was mentioning in that post. Hope this helps elucidate things a little bit x

#don’t apologize! I’m a big fan of talking about stuff like this on my blog #this was LONG but I hope it kind of made sense !!

[followdelight]

Vegas and BDSM (a short essay)

So, I love VegasPete and Ep 12.  But their conversation in Ep 13 has been sticking in my brain.  My main question was: 

Why does Vegas have all this bondage gear at home, which he must use/have used with partners, but tell Pete he always thought he was a ‘freak until now’?  

My theory is that Vegas hasn’t actually ever had a natural sub before.  

He’s probably had partners that agreed to get tied up bc he’s fuckin’ hot and intimidating and they figure yeah okay why not I guess, but they likely try it once and then were like “that’s too much” and bounced.  Or even likely he’s been with sex workers but there was never negotiation since he was paying, so he never got to fully satisfy a sub the way he wanted.  Their reactions were probably tepid & underwhelmed and Vegas was left frustrated and hurting and probably in top drop not sure what’s wrong with him and his desires.  

Bc there is NO way Tawan was kinky... I just cannot see it.  Vegas probably held him down like *once* or got a little rough with him, and Tawan reacted poorly–either like with disgust or just pouty like ‘why u hurt me i’m baby’ –and so Vegas had to approach his entire relationship with Tawan with his mask on (I mean was he also just using that boy from the get go anyway, yes, but he knew Tawan never really ‘loved him’ – he *couldn’t* – bc he didn’t actually *KNOW* Vegas at all).

So after Pete kisses Vegas and Vegas takes over the situation, maybe he carefully lifted Pete’s arms as he kissed down the back of his neck and urged him to grab onto the chains, and Pete *did it*.  And not just that, Pete wrapped his *own wrists* in said chains, as he held on for the rimming of his life.  And then Vegas presses Pete into the mattress and it’s PETE who *hands him* the rope.  PETE who initiates the bondage/kink, and you can SEE how much this means to Vegas by the way he kisses Pete’s hands so gently and tenderly after tying them, presses them carefully into the mattress over his head.  Pete lets him chain his feet up.  

But Vegas does not initiate any pain play, and I like to think this is because somewhere in his hindbrain Vegas may not know a lot about bdsm etiquette bc he’s always just done whatever he wanted, but he knows enough to know that the sub is in control, and Pete asked explicitly to be tied up but did not ask to be hurt.  And obviously Vegas likes to hurt people, and I can personally only picture a future for them where Pete eventually opens up to that side of bdsm and allows himself to be hurt – but *only* in the ways that please him – and Vegas diligently takes care of him then, and never goes too far or pushes his boundaries ever again, unless or until Pete gives the okay.  

Because it’s clear that just like Vegas needs to be loved, Pete desperately needs to be able to truly *give up control*.  And I don’t mean of his autonomy; he’s had enough people do that, Kinn/the main family, his father, even Vegas at first.  I mean that he is finally able to let go of all the responsibility he holds, the facade he maintains of happy/cheerfulness, never letting a problem get him down, always there to be of assistance and sacrifice himself if necessary.  He gets to be SEEN by Vegas.  The weak parts of himself, the hurt parts of himself.  And then Pete getting to be tied up and *taken care of for once*.

#vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegas x pete #pete x vegas #sorry this veered from a vegas centric post to vegaspete #but this was tossing around in my brain for ages #and i needed to get it down bc i feel like if we get a s2 and vegaspete aren't kinky i may lose my actual mind #it's so central to my interpretation of their dynamic #anyway #thx for coming to my ted talk #next up we're gonna discuss how kinnporsche actually perfectly depicted subdrop without even trying #vegaspete meta #kinnporsche the series #i know absolutely nothing about the books this is kpts related only

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Hello everyone, I come offering the outtakes from chapter 3 of my wip jondami arranged marriage au. I wrote them texting and i was talking with my mom and i realized "I could literally have written only a handful of texts and then alluded to them texting later in dialogue." But a lot of people like chatfics so here's what I got, most of it i'll be cutting.

Damian: Flight training Wed.? We could go for boba after.

Jon: Okay! I can’t sleep over tho.

Damian: That is fine.

Jon: Okay! Hey thanks for helping me with the piano and stuff. 

Damian: No thanks are necessary. I enjoy spending time with you.

Jon: 🙂 Goodnight!

Damian: Goodnight.

Damian went to bed and woke up at 4am as usual, did his morning training, ran with the dogs, and checked his phone.

Jon: Good morning! How did you sleep?

Damian: Uninterrupted for 6 hours, as I prefer it.

Jon: U only sleep 6 hours a night?

Damian: Yes. I microsleep during the day to keep well rested.

Jon: Oh. Is that some sort of assassin training thing?

Damian: Yes.

Jon: I’m hungry

Damian: Would you like me to order you some food?

Jon: U don’t have to do that! I will just get a banana

Damian: If you are sure. You should eat more than that.

Jon: I’ll get some yogurt too.

Damian: Good.

Damian thought it was odd that Jon kept texting him for non-urgent reasons, but he wasn’t displeased.

Jon: What are you gonna have for breakfast?

Damian: Khadi soup.

Jon: Ooo what’s that?

Damian: Yogurt as well. I assume you are not asking for the entire recipe. It is a tangy, spicy soup.

Jon: Interesting! I’d try it. Sounds good.

Damian: It is good. Many Americans think it is weird.

Jon: I don’t think it’s weird! [Jon is typing…]

Jon: What is your plan for today?

Damian: I have online classes for veterinary school. After that I will be volunteering at the animal shelter. 

Jon: How do online classes work with vet school? 

Damian: I have a few in-person classes and exams, and I have to have volunteer hours logged.

Jon: Cool! Sounds like a lot of work.

Damian: It is something I enjoy doing.

Jon: Then I am glad you are able to do it!

Damian stopped checking his phone so he could focus on his classes, and Jon did the same. 

Jon: Just got out of math. Math is so hard! Why did I think being a scientist was a good idea? T~T

Damian: You are being dramatic.

Jon: Yes. Do you not approve?

Damian: It does not bother me.

Jon: Cafeteria food is so bland :( 

Jon: GTG class again!

Damian: I have not tried it.

Jon: That class was so interesting! We are learning about thermodynamics. Damian: I’ve built my own internal combustion engine.

Jon: Oh, wow, cool! Can I see it?

Damian: I suppose. I will get you a picture when I get home from volunteering.

Jon: Okay! Have fun with the animals!

Damian: [Picture Sent]

Damian: Here it is. It powers the version of the batmobile that I built.

Jon: So. Cool. Can I show this to my teacher?

Damian: You cannot. 

Jon: Aw, OK. No problem!

Damian: [Picture Sent] Jon: OMG is that you at the animal shelter?

Damian: Yes. I am bottle feeding these kittens currently because the mother cannot breastfeed them.

Jon: Soooo cute! 😍

Damian: Yes, they are.

Jon: You, too!

Damian: Oh.

Damian: Thank you.

Jon: You look so happy!

Damian: I’m heading home now.

Jon: I’m already at home! Studying. Stu-DYING.

Damian: Needlessly dramatic, again.

Jon: Yep!

Jon: [Picture Sent]

Jon: Me with Krypto! And Kon. Kon says hi.

Damian: Tell him I said hello as well.

Jon: Done! Don’t you think we look cute too?

Damian: Yes, you and the dog. No comment on Kon.

Jon: 😂

Damian: I’m going on patrol now, Goodnight.

Jon: Goodnight!

#jondami #damijon #chat fic #fanfic talk #text post #lololol they be texting #texting texters #texting texters who text

[lilredghost]

baby im so sorry i disappeared but!!!! oh my god oh my GODDDD

"Must be some kind of karmic retribution, I suppose." His husband tilts his head to the ceiling, where the skylight shows the smallest sliver of the afternoon sun. "Being bound to someone who won't ever love me."

Anakin feels his knees buckle, heart breaking for the man in front of him. “Obi-Wan,” he breathes. “Who says I don’t love you?” oh this killed me, and the fact that obi still doesnt believe it??? "I thought it was going to be better, then," Obi-Wan says. "Life, I mean. I didn't know what to do, when—" jbkdbhiwhbedfvuivg anakin oh godddddddd i cried during this chapter i kid u not im still emotional “I didn’t choose you then, Obi-Wan Kenobi. But I’m choosing you now.” i loved this before, ii love it now, ill love it forever, between this and eye uff you, i can die happy Obi-Wan may not be an omega— and Anakin may not be an alpha or beta— but he's beginning to think that maybe it doesn't matter. the ironyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! also??? obi standing up for himself in front of shmi??? chefs kiss. amazing. delicious aura tinging sweet and shy with the scent of blackberries. im still following the scents, so citrusy normal, and blackberries when hes horny?? huffing with irritation when he realises there must be some trick to doing it without getting your fingers wet. kbkjbhihv yessss lmaooo i relate so hard i love love LOVE the ritual you inserted, of passing along the flame, so to speak, so very poetic all signs pointing to obis heat im cacklinggg im so so sooo sorry for disappearing 😭😭i have no excuse, i just couldnt be on tumblr or on ao3 like before and i felt so guiltyyy forgive me pleasee

No problem babe. I missed you but I know people have lives and all that! You can always hit me up on discord for non-fandom talk too, I hope everything's going well for you 💕

It's definitely been a very emotional few chapters, lots of ups and downs. Obi-Wan is slowly, slooowly starting to believe Anakin loves him, I think. At the least, he feels reassured while they're together.

Obi-Wan snapping back at Shmi was something I initially had no idea how to do, but I felt like it was really, really necessary. His type of character won't hold a grudge, but that doesn't mean his feelings weren't hurt 🥺

Also I'm honestly gonna have to get back to you on the scent thing because I initially didn't have blackberries for embarassment but then I found it in my drafts so I just left it like that. And of course we've also got jogan fruit added to the scent profile (not that that's "canon" yet I guess). I might rearrange the way that I had been thinking of it in my head, but first I have to reread the text and make sure that my new idea makes sense 😅 I'll make a more in-depth post at some point!

re: the ritual thank you soooo much, I really loved it. I've known for a while that I wanted it to conceptually be passing knowledge down (especially since the Freed are, by necessity, so big on oral tradition), but for some reason that scene was SO difficult to write. It haunted me for weeks with half-written drafts until I finally got a version that satisfied me enough to post...

Also, I hate to tell you, but like. As correct as you are about Obi-Wan's impending heat, it's also wayyyyyy out there on the timeline. There are so many other thigns that are going to happen first 😭

#thanks for sending this & I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to! #emperor obi-wan au #squick: a/b/o #asks #imjusttoofunky

[wildflower-playground]

hi!!! i love ur blog and scrolling through the tags, especially the advice one when im having a bad day, so tysm for that ^^

if i could ask for advice myself, my partner currently just offered to be my cg and im not really sure how to have conversations like that with him T-T. like, what boundaries id need to set and stuff like that bc im not that open about regressing to others tbh. im not asking for an exact guide dw, but more like if u have any idea on what i should say to him. sorry for the ramble, u can probably tell im kinda nervous abt this ^~^"

hello there!! no need to be sorry or nervous, i love getting questions! and i’m so glad my blog has been helpful to you :]

i think what you say to your partner depends on what you want! maybe think a bit about whether you want a caregiver, or are you more comfortable regressing alone? you don’t ever have to agree to let someone be your caregiver just because you’re partners! it’s your regression, so you should be able to regress however is most helpful to you. :]

and of course i’m assuming here that he’s already aware of what regression is (and what it isn’t — ie, anything sxual) but if he’s not that’s another important thing to go over together!!

if you decide you’re open to having him as your caregiver, i would say some important things to talk about would be, firstly, what you both see the relationship looking like! does that mean he’ll be actively playing with you and helping feed you or dress you (or even changing diapers if you use them)? or would it mostly be checking in on you occasionally, making sure you’re safe on your own and feeling okay? in other words, how hands-on do you want him to be and what do you think you’d need help with — and maybe you don’t know yet, that’s okay! just keep talking about it and you can figure it out together as you go.

another important thing to talk about is boundaries and rules. do you think you’d benefit from a few rules, maybe about things like bedtime or tv or speaking kindly to others, or would that be triggering for you? and would your partner feel comfortable enforcing a rule? you don’t ever have to have rules or reprimands, it is truly not necessary if they’re hurting either of you in any way!!

and as for boundaries, just a few ideas to talk about are things like, what will you both do if he’s too tired or unwell to care for you, what you want to do if you regress in public, how to communicate your feelings or needs if you’re unable to speak, what nicknames you both do or don’t like, and how you’ll both handle things like tantrums, accidents, or trauma symptoms.

and also, of course, consider whether either of you have any triggers or other issues that might cause problems, and talk about it beforehand. i can’t stress the point enough that if there’s something either of you don’t feel comfortable with, even if it’s something “expected” in a caregiver and kiddo type of relationship, you can simply ditch that thing!! :]

anyway this got so super long, i’m sorry about that, but i hope it’s helpful!! i wish you the best of luck talking with your partner, and feel free to come back and let me know how it goes!

#bee.answers #advice #sfw caregiver #anon

[chironshorseass]

i like looking at you !!!!

i’m trying so hard to come back to my prompts. u know the drill!! sending syd a kiss bc she sent this first and also sending one to lizzie @jockpercabeth bc of her beautiful scrunchy fic <333 mwah.

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superfruit.

sometimes the new york city summer heat sneaks up to you. annabeth can almost compare it to sitting by a pool side and realizing that sweat has clung to your skin, even if fresh, cool water is right there. and the sky in the upper east side is right there, a beautiful swimming-pool blue, and she just wants to dive in it—because her neck is already sticky and warm. 

“just five minutes outside and i am already swea-ting,” she tells percy, who’s carrying a bag full of groceries that he’d insisted on carrying because, i'm a gentleman, annabeth, that’s what we do.

right now he only grunts. “believe me, i know.”

she does know. the white shirt he has on is plastered across his chest and shoulders, and although in any other circumstance she would appreciate the view all she feels now is pity. percy’s face contorts into a grimace as he brushes away the dark hair sticking to his forehead. 

“maybe we should get ice cream?” she suggests.

“babe, the ice cream shop is two blocks farther than the apartment. but...maybe after, i guess?”

“i just...i need something refreshing, please, or else i'm gonna die and it’s gonna be your fault.”

“there’s a fridge back home,” he says, grinning at her expression.

“a fridge, he says. that only has, like, orange juice.”

“yeah, ‘cause you ate all the ice cream.”

she shoves him. “excuse me, that was you—”

“but you gave me the idea of eating it, so.”

“you’re literally so immature,” she says, and he laughs as she continues with, “fine, if you want it that way. orange juice it is.”

fine, she thinks. if the summer heat sneaks up to me, i’ll just do what’s necessary. so she pulls her braids into a ponytail using her favorite blue scrunchie and immediately feels so much better. she glances over her shoulder at her favorite person.

“race you?”

she’s already running when percy calls at her that, “hey, it’s not fair!” and chases after her anyway.

;

percy’s apartment is blissfully cool. home. he takes out the orange juice as he promised. she grabs some pop rocks from the grocery bag. and there’s something about it—something she’s too afraid to name.

domesticity, perhaps? 

sally’s away at a writing seminar, and it’s just them and the air conditioning and a glass cup that feels deliciously cool against her palm and his hiphop playlist blaring from his phone. it’s been a year, almost. a year after his sixteenth birthday. it suddenly hits her that he’s here, lending his home to her. after a year, almost. she’s still sixteen, maybe, but she’s come far from that girl scared out of her mind for her best friend, only a summer ago.

“cheers,” he says. her glass of orange juice clinks with his own; half his lips quirk up.

“cheers,” she replies.

but all annabeth wants is to kiss him, she realizes. instead she takes a sip of juice and shoves some pop rocks into her mouth after. the burst of sweetness is glorious against her tongue, though not as glorious as watching him. 

thirsty much? she wants to tease, but is too enraptured. 

he drinks and drinks, draining away the orange juice, gasping every once in a while as his adam’s apple bobs along. when he’s done, he grins at her.

“you’re staring.”

she shrugs. almost a year. it really doesn’t feel all that long, it really doesn’t embarrass her anymore. he’s her best friend. her favorite person. and it shouldn’t be surprising she’s fallen—hard—for that eagerness in him that he shows just now, as he chugs down the cold drink. she’s fallen for his smiles, the little crow’s feet that form after. the hair that curls behind his ears and the way he’s taller than her and, yeah, okay, he’s just very pleasing to look at. sue her. but she’s also fallen for his small mannerisms—the sound he makes after understanding a math problem. those arms that pull her in when she’s too far away. it shouldn’t be surprising, but it is. like new york city heat that sneaks up to you.

“earth to annabeth?” he waves a hand across her face.

immediately she catches his hand in hers, nose wrinkling. “why’d you have to do that?”

“do what?” his eyes sparkle as his smile widens. their fingers intertwine, and a familiar warmth flares in her tummy.

“that. distract me. can’t you just let me be? i was admiring you.”

“admiring me, huh?”

he tugs her closer. she rolls her eyes. “yes, admiring you, dummy. for your information, i like looking at you.”

“really?”

“mm-hmm.”

whoever doesn’t like looking at percy jackson is a liar fair and square, and that’s the truth. their eyes meet; she curls her arms around his neck, not even complaining that he’s still sweaty. she’s sweaty too, after all. there’s a song that’s playing from his phone, but she’s too caught up to identify which one exactly. 

percy cups her cheek, breathes into her ear, “well, i like looking at you.”

“i think i like looking at you more.”

“oh, so it’s a competition now?”

there it is. the warmth in her tummy. this much smiling must be unhealthy. it must, because it hurts too much.

“shut up,” she says, and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him. he tastes like orange juice, obviously— all sweet and tangy. it must be some kind of super fruit, this need for having him, here. this feeling that makes her gasp into his mouth and fill her heart up, up until it nearly spills. she can’t get enough of. she can’t. home. she sighs and drags him even closer because he’s home and he’s a super fruit and that’s all she needs. 

#sydney tag #I finished a prompt!!!! i mean it's just one but still #hope u liked it bestie<333 #look mom i can write #percabeth #percabeth fic

[camgoloud]

for the fanfic ask game: 7 for shovel talk (in f major) and 2 & 4 for do my friends think i'm dying (or do i just need to go to sleep)

thanks for the ask! Sorry in advance, this one is a bit long—I went on about shovel talk for Definitely Longer Than Necessary… I’ll start with the answers for “Do my friends think I’m dying? (or do I just need to go to sleep?)” because those will be quicker:

2: What scene did you first put down?

Ahhh so this one is a bit weird to think of in terms of scenes because it is. a mocked-up reddit post lol… I know that the Very first thing I wrote was Colin’s initial “post” outlining the situation… but then when I was trying to come up with various Types of comments that should go on the post and work out a logical order for them to show up in, I think the first group of comments I actually planned and wrote out in real detail was maaaaybe the one starting with u/oliver_bongwell like “sorry but can anyone else not focus on op’s question because they’re too weirded out by his descriptions of his workplace environment,” which then sparked a whole series of replies from redditors trying to figure out what Colin does for a living lmao

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Oh, HANDS down “Hey op, dm me, I have a question” from u/baz_richmondtillidie just because I was so delighted with myself when I was trying to figure out how on earth to conclude a “fic” without a real narrative and then suddenly had the Best Possible Idea… but honorable mentions definitely go to our friend u/oliver_bongwell’s “jesus op it's a good thing you've been in therapy. maybe take this problem back there though. not that I’m not living for this drama because I am but I’m just saying it seems like there’s a Lot going on here. lot of words etc” and Colin’s “No one is listening to me, I'm like at least 70% sure I'm not getting fired.”

And now, regarding “shovel talk (in f major)”:

7: Where did the title come from?

Ah, yes, this one 😂 short answer: I was trying to be funny; medium answer: I was trying to be funny and a bit heartbreaking at the same time; long answer requires a bit of context, probably, because I know this isn’t your fandom… (also, it’s going to contain spoilers for series, so if you don’t actually want those you can just skip the rest of this post and I’ll give you a shorter version in dms or something lol)

So, the character Juno Zeta is the mother of another character named Palamedes Sextus, to whom the narrator of this fic, one Camilla Hect, is about to swear what is essentially an Oath Of Lifelong Companionship And Servitude that is taken VERY seriously in-universe (as in, part of the ceremony is going to involve Camilla and Palamedes telling each other “one flesh, one end” in front of a bunch of witnesses, and those words AREN’T ALWAYS MEANT METAPHORICALLY :/). Palamedes is very much a child-genius-do-the-impossible-type character (this fic is set when he and Cam are twelve; he’s basically in charge of Planet Academia by two years later) and in this he canonically takes after his mother a lot. This fic is basically Juno Zeta telling Camilla, only mostly-jokingly, “are you SURE you want to commit to my disaster son? You have so much potential and I’d hate to see you tied to the kind of person who I know from personal experience might very well get you killed with his reckless can-do attitude—or, at the very least, he will get HIMSELF killed, and then you’ll have to deal with the consequences and be very sad about it*”.

*SPOILER ALERT: He does, in fact, do exactly this. It is, in fact, EXTREMELY tragic, and Camilla is VERY very sad about it, and it kind of ruins the entire rest of her life in many ways. Juno Zeta doesn’t want to say she told you so, but…

Anyway. So, on the most basic level, the fic is a “shovel talk” in the sense that the whole thing is a conversation in which someone’s mother gives someone else a warning about What Might Happen To You If You Get Involved With My Son. But it’s a shovel talk with a major twist, in that the mother is saying all of this NOT for the benefit of her son (she has reason to believe that her son would actually be a lot better off in the hands of Camilla, who is a dangerously competent individual) but for Camilla’s sake. Hence the humor; the tragic part is that Juno Zeta says a lot of Eerily Prescient things as she is shovel-talking that reflect the actual canon ending of Palamedes and Camilla’s story, and that those warnings go LARGELY UNHEEDED… This is where the “(in f major)” half of the title comes in, which I suspect is the part you were actually curious about. Unfortunately, Juno Zeta fails in her mission: f for failure; f also for “F in chat,” pay respect to Zeta, who tried so hard to intervene in the tragedy of Camilla-and-Palamedes and wasn’t able to stop things from going exactly as she was afraid they would anyway. (Lol—really I just liked the sound of it; I thought it sounded funny and charmingly whimsical tacked onto the end of the title, and I was in a VERY weird mood at the time of posting, because it was the night before the latest book in the series came out and I was high on adrenaline from anticipation and from having spent literally all day at the computer trying to finish banging out my last Camilla Hect tribute fic before who-knew-what-shit went down in the next book)

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