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[simpjaes]

EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)

Have you ever taken anyone’s virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out. 

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WORDCOUNT― 12.7k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader 

CONTENT― virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, he’s not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex

SIDE CHARACTERS― jay as reader’s best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jake’s friend.

NOTE― if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags―big huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex,  masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again,  no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him

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“Check this shit out,” you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. “yes or no?”

Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man you’re showing to him.

“Depends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?” He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend. 

You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, it’s not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything. 

“I wouldn’t mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.” You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. “He’s cute too, so I’m gonna say yes.”

Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you. 

“You’d better warn me if you end up bringing him home, I’m not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.”

You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure you’re out of the apartment if I invite him over,” You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating app’s messages. “Maybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.”

“You’re so fucking weird.” Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because it’s not like he hasn’t been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesn’t have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.

Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesn’t. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.

Fucking quiet.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You: i’ve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app before 

Jake: ….i’m 21, it says that in my bio

You: I think you’re lying. 

Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol

You: why would i help you lie to other women

Jake: i’m not lying!!1

You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if he’s lying about his presumed virginity. 

You: ok, twenty-one-year-old “jaeyun” who is five miles away from me, you’re actually a virgin? Like for real?

Jake: yea….are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after

Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk

You: send me the playlist

Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled “NUT”] 

You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you. 

You: surely it’s not your playlist…….

You: anyway

You: you’re really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and you’re offering to cook dinner too?

Jake: yea

You: you’ve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you can’t seriously think I can believe you’ve never been laid, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything

Jake: u don’t think im ugly? :) 

Jake: and yea I’ve had a blowjob before

You: why didn’t you sleep with her then?

Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin

You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?

You’re smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, you’re curious as to why he’s a virgin, even more, curious as to why he’s on a dating app looking to lose said virginity. 

You: do you want my number? it’s embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.

Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didn’t even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, it’s juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? It’s just how he is, with or without having had sex. He can’t imagine not feeling giddy inside when he’s talking to someone that he thinks is pretty. 

Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number] 

You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile. 

You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake] 

Grandpa Jake: :| 

Grandpa Jake: im 21

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Okay so, here’s the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, he’s wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts he’s sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesn’t have women waiting in line to have at him. 

You: it’s been like four days since we started talking

Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five

You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where you’re begging to have sex for the first time ever?

Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didn’t wanna assume lol

You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, it’s totally ok that you are but like, you’re a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something

Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, you’d still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.

Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis

You: prove it

Grandpa Jake: right now???

You laugh to yourself but also like, it’s the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly. 

You: answer my question first

It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but you’re doing coursework anyway so it’s not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not. 

Grandpa Jake: um… i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be here 

Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!

He’s getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least. 

You: they won’t let you have anyone over? 

Grandpa Jake: well, that too but 

Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did

You: damn, you’re unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?

Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in

You: WHAT

You’re trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind. 

Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend

You: phew 

Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not? 

The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know he’s not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes. 

You: yeah, sure. 

You: about the micropenis though, 

Grandpa Jake: right…um

A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.

You: i mean if you can’t prove it that's ok 

Grandpa Jake:  just give me a sec damn

He’s doing his best to get the most attractive angle. It’s not like he’s never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but like– this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic? 

Of course, as he’s taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He can’t imagine you’d want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that he’s working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos he’s taken and deleted. It’s at the point that now it’s actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.

He’s entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time he’s texting you. Someone who wants to see what he’s packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and he’s quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down. 

Grandpa Jake: [image attachment] 

In all fairness, you’ve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.

You: oh, you were jerking off, got it. 

Grandpa Jake: sorry can’t help it 

Then he doesn’t text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe you’d be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because you’re about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books. 

You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely don’t have a micropenis

You’re still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. He’s probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how he’d act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.

Shrugging, knowing full well what he’s doing right now that’s causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. You’re a little bit nervous, mostly because you’ve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when he’s getting off. You’re shocked that he actually answers. 

“Hello?” He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. It’s not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, it’s probably Heeseung or some shit.

“Don’t hello me,” You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. “You’re just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?” 

The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that it’s you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text. 

God, this alone is enough for him right now. 

“Were you at least thinking of me?”

He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides. 

“Were you looking at my pictures?”

He nods his head, forgetting that you’re not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. It’s a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos he’s been jerking off to. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually.

“Do you want better ones?” You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more. 

“Oh god, really?” He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. “Like, nudes?”

“Mhm, yeah. If you want.” You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. “Or, you know what would be better?”

“Letting me come over and actually do it?” That’s what he wants to say to you, but he doesn’t, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“What?” He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, he’s a bit shy about it. 

“I can facetime you.” 

He panics. That means you’ll be watching him too, right? Sure he’s sent nudes, he’s received nudes. He’s sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch. 

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay.” You backtrack at his silence, but you’re cut off almost immediately. 

“No! no, we can facetime–”

Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if it’ll work this way or not. It’s not like he’s expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks you’re gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. You’re kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.

You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then you’re needing to catch your breath at the image of him.

Oh fuck.

There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you don’t mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that he’s a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isn’t holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. It’s an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and it’s insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what he’s doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.

“Let me see,” you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. “Prop your phone up somewhere like I did.”

He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.

“Feeling shy?” You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. “You act like I’m not going to be touching you at some point soon.”

You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at. 

“You look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,” You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. “Would you want to do that for me, Jake?”

“Oh god,” He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. “This is going to be so embarrassing.” He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs. 

In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. There’s no way you can’t, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?

“Embarrassing, why?” You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. “Can you not see that I’m just as turned on right now?”

He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it. 

“Well,” He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit you’re about to say. “You don’t even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.”

You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like he’s doing for you. 

“Better?”

Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day. 

“Can you–” He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.

“Can I do what?  Go on,” You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. “What do you want me to do for you, baby?”

Baby. You called him baby. Not that he’s into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe it’s because he wants you to take him for all he’s worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when you’re watching him get off. 

“Can you spread your pussy for me?” He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan. 

His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.

His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him. 

“Is this what you want?” You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. “You want to fuck this?” You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.

“Oh,” he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves he’s most definitely never fucked a woman before. “Fuck.”

You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. You’re aware he doesn’t see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself. 

“You gonna act like this when I’m riding you?” You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard he’s fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isn’t enough at this point. 

“God. You’re gonna ride me?” He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it. 

“Mhm,” you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. “Would you want that?”

Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. You’ve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.

You’re not even upset that he didn’t make it into the knitty gritty, considering he’s a virgin and all and you’re literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. You’re actually flattered. 

His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting he’s even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful. 

“S-shit, sorry,” He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but he’s embarrassed now. “I uh, didn’t mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.”

“It’s okay,” You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all you’re gonna get tonight. “It was cute.”

After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.

“Are you, um, done?” Jake says, disappointed.

“Mm, no.” You smile. “But it’s okay, I’d rather make you come first anyway.”

His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off. 

“You still wanna see me after this?”

You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.

“When are you free?” You ask, wondering if he’s ever going to clean himself up. 

“Whenever you are.” He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand. 

“I’ll text you later then,” You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. “After I take care of my little problem though.”

You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?

You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pm….on a thursday???

Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours

You: or you could just come here? 

Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol

You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if you’re weird

Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and it’s not like he’s an actual creep or anything. You’d be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway. 

You: what about tomorrow, 8pm? 

Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, he’d show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but he’s got a car. 

Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :) 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Tomorrow, you’ll be a man.” Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke. 

“Why do you have to say it that way?” Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. “I didn’t think anyone was actually gonna come through, she’s the first one.”

“What makes you think she’s actually gonna send you her address?” Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. “She’s probably not even a real person, you’re gonna end up at some old guy’s house.”

Jake laughs, or snorts really. 

“Oh, she’s real.”

Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest. 

“Hm? Have you already met her?”

“Kind of. We like, um,” Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. “We facetimed a few hours ago.”

Silence.

“She got naked.”

“Oh ho ho!” Heeseung encourages him. “So you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?” 

“That’s what I said–wait,” Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re kind of a loser, we’ve been over this.” Heeseung laughs yet again. “Call me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.”

Then he hangs up. 

Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?

You: yeah kinda

You’re laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.

“That him texting?” Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him. 

You laugh again at Jake’s string of defensive texts before responding with a short “it’s okay, i like losers”, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that he’s gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night. 

“So,” You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. “You’re gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.”

“Jesus, I’m scared for him.”

“You should be scared for me. Because, well…” You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. “He’s huge and–”

“I did not need to know that.” Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet. 

“You act like you don’t ask every time I fuck someone.” You roll your eyes at him, smiling. “Weirdo.”

Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone. 

“How big?” He laughs, not actually trying to see the dude’s dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend. 

“Stop prying, you’ll get jealous.”

He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms. 

“I’ll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.”

“I’m sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.” 

He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch. 

“Keep it in your room, please. I don’t want to sit on any cum when I get home.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

It’s Thursday. It’s approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and you’re well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by. 

So many “are you sures,” so many “you can tell me to leave if you decide you don’t want tos,” and even more “i can’t wait to see yous.”

“Jay, aren’t you supposed to be leaving?” You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. 

You’ve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.

“Hm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.”

You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.

“I swear to god if you scare him off, I’m kicking you out.”

Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that you’ve really tried to look good today. 

“I think you might kill him, if I’m being honest.” Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you. 

“Thanks, that’s the plan.”

And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty. 

Grandpa Jake: i’m a little early, is that ok? 

“Oh shit, he’s here.” You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so it’s easily overlooked by Jay. 

He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet. 

“Let him in then, I’ll leave when he gets here.”

You give him a knowing look before nodding. 

You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.

Within minutes, there’s a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately it’s a bit more awkward than he expected it to be. 

Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment. 

“Oh, I think I got the wrong place, sorry–” 

“Nope, you’re in the right place.” Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. “You can come in.”

Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside. 

“She got all cleaned up for you.” Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Jake still hasn’t really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable. 

“Don’t mind him, that’s my roommate.” You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. He’s kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen. 

“Have you and him ever like…” Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird. 

“Jay?! Oh, god no.” You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. “You’re allowed to look up by the way. You’ve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.”

Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but you’re locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.

When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, he’s happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him. 

Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like you’re his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that he’s in front of you that it’s a bit intimidating. 

He’s not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex. 

Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, it’s not. Because you’re seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say there’s an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times he’s made you laugh in the short period of time you’ve known him along with how many times he’s willingly embarrassed himself

And now for the first time, he’s right there and all you want to do is…give him exactly what he wants.

“Okay, listen,” You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that you’re not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, he’d probably prefer it that way. “If I move too fast, just tell me to stop.”

Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that you’re absolutely everything he thought you would be and more. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue,” He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. “I struggled not to get hard just driving over.” He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks. 

You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time you’ve known him, you’re kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. You’re pretending that his apparent inexperience isn’t getting to you, but you’re not really fooling anyone. “Let’s get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.”

Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe he’s drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, it’s dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.

He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. He’s seen what’s between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you. 

Now he’s here, and you’re right there. 

It’s hard not to crowd up, it’s hard not to cling to you, it’s hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing it– of course he’s staring. Of course he’s crowding closer, almost to the point that he’s up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.

You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows he’s not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing too. You’re glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until he’s against the counter and kissing you back. 

He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. He’s excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him. 

For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that he’s probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly. 

His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now. 

If you’re going to sleep with him though, he’s gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jay’s sake. 

“Hey,” you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isn’t having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. “We should go to my room, your first time isn’t about to be in my kitchen.”

“Why not?” He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. “I don’t care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.”

Still, his lips don’t leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, he’s immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.

You barely get the door closed before he’s pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone. 

You’re kind of in love with the fact that he doesn’t seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else he’ll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine he’d be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.

Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and you’re instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera. 

“You’re really going to let me?” He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him. 

At this moment, you’re all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.

“To think I wouldn’t want to do this is insane,” You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. “Look how wet I am.” You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. “Do you wanna try eating me out?”

He doesn’t even nod. He’s immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you. 

It looks like he’s been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before you’re able to process words again. 

“Can’t believe how good you look down there,” You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. “Have you ever done this before?”

He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation. 

“Go on then.” You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.

You watch him and the way he doesn’t seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, he’s adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because he’s in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts. 

He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here. 

He’s quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place. 

It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that it’s almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what he’s doing to you.

Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go. 

“Fuck, knew you’d be good at this,” You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. “Keep licking there, and use your fingers too.” 

He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen. 

You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. You’re tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you. 

“Just like that,” You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you. 

It almost seems like he’s asking if he’s doing well, and goddamn is he. He’s doing amazing.

“So good,” You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper. 

He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenches— he’s swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesn’t think he ever wants this to end.

All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldn’t they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. He’s in love, he’s in love.

He doesn’t stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, you’re not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clit— his moan sending a vibration straight through you.

“Faster, with your fingers—“ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say. 

There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm you’re not even sure he knows you’re having right now.

Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming. 

Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone. 

You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt. 

He doesn’t really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.

“Did you…?” He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.

You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs. 

“I did,” You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. You’re reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. “And now, I'm gonna do the same for you.”

He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.

“Unless, you don’t want that?” You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.

“N-No!  It’s not that!” He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. “It’s just that– like, what if I don’t last very long? I’m kind of sensitive.”

His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing?” You lean forward, kissing him again. “You just gave me some of the best head in my life.”

The light in his eyes returns and instantly he’s flashing a nervous smile at you. 

“Jake, I’ve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.” You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. “If you don’t get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.” 

Well, he can’t have that now, can he? 

He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing you’ve seen him jerk off before. It’s the fact that like, what if it’s suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you don’t like?

Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. You’re the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure. 

You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base. 

He thinks he’s going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You don’t even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until you’re taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes. 

It’s not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, he’s fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? You’ll be damned not to choke on it. You’d rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop. 

He’s actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didn’t even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. You’re down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it. 

He’s in love.

He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears he’s ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and god– your other hand, massaging his balls. 

“Wait, wait wait–” Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look. 

“Were my teeth hurting you?” You ask, gasping a bit for air.

“No!” He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. “I was just getting really close.”

“Hm?” You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until he’s releasing into your mouth. 

You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again. 

His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and he’s honestly in heaven once again. 

“Ah–wait–fuck.” He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.

Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until he’s dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through it– how?

“How–” he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. “How did you do that?”

You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face. 

“I don’t normally do that for guys.” You say with a rasp in your voice. “I certainly don’t just swallow for anyone.”

He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if you’re done though, because by now you’ve both gotten off and usually that’s the end goal, right?

But he hasn’t lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows you’re not done with him. 

“We need to let you rest until you can get hard again,” You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. “What’s something you wanna do to get you back into the game?”

He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that you’re his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and that’s a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view. 

You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well. 

“I– I don’t even know at this point.” He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.

“I’ll just love on you while you think, then.”

He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.

He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said you’d love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about what’s going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.

He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.

“Already?” 

He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs. 

“I want to, um…” He shifts his eyes away from you. “Can I eat you out again?”

That’s new. Twice in one session?

“Oh yeah? Did that get you going?”

You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up. 

You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?

“Whenever you’re ready.” You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this. 

You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing he’s going to do it again. 

His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time. 

“It’s really the prettiest.” He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. “And I've watched a lot of porn.”

You’d tell him to shut up, but you’re not gonna because it’s cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, he’s treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now. 

“Yeah? You just gonna stare at it?” You try to urge him, and it works.

Because of course it works. 

You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you don’t want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, he’s just as eager now as he was the first time…if not more. 

He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? He’s licking you deeper than you’ve ever been licked before. It’s a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now. 

You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that it’s becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that he’s doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense. 

After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and it’s dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle. 

He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn he’s watched for years. You’re dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.

And yeah, he can’t reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and you’re floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you. 

The sound of your pussy amplifies when it’s against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already he’s hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this? 

He’s so focused on you.

Which for you, is a bit of an issue because he’s really not going to let you hold it in, he’s going to have you fucking unravelling again and it’s too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself. 

He’s hard again, and god knows how long he’s been doing that. 

You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him. 

“You were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?”

He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair. 

“I like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make you–”

“You absolutely could have but I’m going to be honest,” You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. “If you’re ready, I’d like to live up to my promise.”

His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but you’re really–

“Really?” He asks, knowing full well the answer.. 

“Lay back, get comfortable,” You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. “You still want me to ride you, yeah?”

He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready he’s managed to get himself for this. 

Not that you want to rush, but you’re so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any you’ve taken before, and to be fair, you don’t even care if you’re the desperate one at this point. You’ve almost forgotten he’s a virgin.

“Wait,” He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. “Oh, fuck, wait- no,” He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. ”Do that again.” 

You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until he’s leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard. 

You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that you’re not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he can’t help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this. 

You rub yourself against him until it’s even more unbearable than before. By now, you’ve completely soaked his length and he’s completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.

“Ready?” You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds. 

He groans out a “please” before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quickly– he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now. 

“Hold on, there’s a condom in the pocket of my jeans–”

“Okay, and?” You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.” 

He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time? 

“Unless you’re lying, and you’re not really a virgin?”

He’s quick to silence your doubt. He’s 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm and– malfunction. He’s blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him. 

“Please?” He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that he’s sure it’s hurting you. 

You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place. 

“You sure you want it too?” You ask, only now realizing that you’re genuinely about to take a man’s virginity, and it’s only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, it’s not right to just do it without making him really think about it. 

“Fuck, yes.” His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. “Just do it already.” 

You can’t help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation. 

He can’t get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He can’t help it when he moans, he doesn’t care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob. 

By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like he’s the one who needs to adjust. Of course, you’re needing this moment to adjust too but god– just watching him makes you that much more wet and it’s insane how into him you are right now. As if you haven’t been since you started talking to him.

“Feels good?” You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you. 

He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, he’s no longer a virgin now. It’s fucking happening, and you’re hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good. 

Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling. 

You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again. 

His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself back– seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling. 

You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside. 

“You’re really cute, you know that?” You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.

That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it. 

You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.

You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as he’d like, and god. It’s hard. It’s deep, and it’s so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell he’s purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you. 

He’s actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but that’s not the case at all. You actually can’t stop moaning, it’s just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound. 

For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already he’s lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and you’re so fucking impressed by it. 

You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good he’s doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.

“I don’t know how the fuck you’re doing this to me,” You laugh out of pity for yourself, “I really thought I could last longer than this.”

He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. There’s one issue. He’s about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you. 

You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that he’d lose his arousal entirely. 

You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but what’s happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, you’ll let yourself go too. He doesn’t seem to be picking up the hints. 

“Are you close?” You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that it’s becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. “Let it go, do it with me–”

Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable. 

“Oh, god. I’m–” You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.

He’s so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you. 

It’s entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense. 

Little does he know… it’s not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good. 

By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity. 

He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

He’s not going home tonight. Of course he’s not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.

In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (He’s being dramatic.)

All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, he’d rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake. 

But like, you’re kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and that’s a block he didn’t think would be an issue until it became one.

You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless you’re lying just to make him feel better. There’s no way you didn’t feel the intensity of that though. There’s no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.

There’s no way you would let him sleep over if you didn’t feel the same way he does right now.

And by the time you’re back, handing him a plate of food, he can’t help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.

The thing is, that’s one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think you’d be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird. 

This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least. 

“So,” You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. “I guess you should change your bio in the app now.”

He looks at you, and then at his food.

“Yeah, I guess I should…” 

“I’ll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what you’re doing with a woman and all.”

It’s silent for a minute.

“Is it too forward if I say that I’d rather just delete the app and keep calling you?”

Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. You’re not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, you’re not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, you’re going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when he’s not being adorable he’s just being fucking hot.

Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if it’s with Jake. 

You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because you’re not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes. 

Strangely enough, he doesn’t even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowing– you think…oh no. Why are you looking at him like this?

“Hey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.”

Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out. 

“I should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.”

You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, you’d rather listen to Jake’s friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents. 

“Hey Jay, don’t come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.” You say quickly before hanging up. 

Instantly you’re setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone. 

“Put him on speaker.”

Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseung’s reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun smut #enha smut

[noforkingclue]

Hey there! I hope you’re well! 🥰

So the prompt list you just reblogged, coupled with your response to my comment on your fic created a perfect storm for me to send a request in (if you’re still taking them, that is)

Would you be willing to write some more protective Tommy Shelby using this prompt: “I’m not jealous. I just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.” ?? … you’re an absolute master at it and I’m excited to see what you’ll write!

Thanks in advance if you choose to! 🧡

Yep, requests are still open and thank you for sending this in! :D

I couldn't help but add in angst and pining because I'm evil.

I hope you like the fic :)

Title: Wanting

Prompt list: list

Peaky Blinders tag list: @stylesofloki,  @ohshititsfenharel,  lenaskyler02, @elenavampire21, @swordofawriter, @zablife, @cillmequick, @polishcrazyone, @nataliewalker93

Thomas Shelby tag list: @alreadybroken-ts, @darlingdevil, lyrxbz,  @watercolorskyy, @notyour-valentine, @neonpurplestars89-blog

Everything tag list: greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21,  @layazul,  @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

You adjusted your hair one last time before turning around. You smiled at Tommy and gestured to yourself.

“Well?” you asked, “How do I look?”

Tommy didn’t answer. He looked away and lit another cigarette. You sighed and walked over to him, sitting down next to him.

“Too much?” you said

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“How well do you know…” Tommy tried to remember the name of the man, you did tell him after all, “him?”

“James,” you said with a soft smile, “We’ve met a couple of times.”

“A couple of times,” Tommy smiled bitterly, “and you sure you really know someone after only meeting a ‘couple of times’.”

“That’s why I’m going out with him to dinner,” you said, rolling your eyes, “to get to know him. What’s the matter Tommy?” You smiled playful and nudged him, “You jealous?”

“I’m not jealous,” Tommy said firmly, “I just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.”

You stood up quickly and wrapped your arms around yourself. A thick silence fell over the two of you. Silences were never awkward between you and Tommy. He was one of the few people who you felt comfortable being completely silent with. Ever since you started working with Polly, you and Tommy had become close. Well, as close as anyone can truly get with Tommy.

“I’m not stupid.” You said eventually

“I know.”

“Then why are you acting like I am?”

You heard Tommy stand up. Your breath hitched as he put his hands on your shoulders. He squeezed them briefly before saying quietly,

“Too many people I… care about have gotten hurt, love. I don’t want the same thing to happen to you.”

You turned around, gaze softened, and put your hand over Tommy’s. Tommy resisted the urge to link your fingers together.

“It’s ok,” you said, “I’m an adult. I can handle myself, can’t I?”

“I know.”

“Besides,” you removed your hand and pulled yourself out of Tommy’s grip, “Polly knows his mother. She assures me that he has nothing but the best of intentions.”

You grabbed your coat and headed towards the door. You turned back for a second and for a brief moment Tommy thought that you had changed your mind. That you were going to abandoned your meeting and agree to spend the evening with him.

“You know where my spare keys are right?” you said, “You don’t mind locking up when you leave? Although you know you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Not wise to leave your spare keys under a flower pot.” Said Tommy

“And who’s going to fuck with someone who works for Shelby Company Limited?”

You gave him one last bright smile before shutting the door. Tommy closed his eyes and sat back down as the sound of your shoes clicking on the ground was lost to the night. He took another deep drag of his cigarette. He wished that he hadn’t let you go. He wished that he had pulled your back into his arms and never let you go. To tell you how much he loves you, those words that seemed so small and yet would change everything.

And Polly had done everything in her power to prevent that. With her actually knowing the family, and giving you her assurance, you would never be Tommy’s.

#fanfiction #peaky blinders #reader insert #request #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader

[muichirosamaaa]

Crush

Modern AU Shinobu Kocho x fem reader with elements from Komi Can't Communicate.

Where reader has had a long-term crush on Shinobu but has never been brave enough to talk to her.

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You looked away quickly as Shinobu's eyes met yours, pretending to focus on your textbook and the teacher's droning. Her gaze burned holes into you, but you refused to look up. It would be the same as admitting that you had been staring at her for the past hour.

You sort of maybe had a gigantic crush on Shinobu Kocho, the class president and the girl sitting a few rows in front of you.

---

"Staring at Kocho-san again?" Mitsuri giggled.

"N-no! Of course not! I'm over her!" you babbled, tearing your gaze away from the purple-haired girl. Mitsuri looked unconvinced, as Nezuko gave you a questioning look.

"I'm serious!" you insisted.

"Well then I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you that she's staring at you too."

You whipped your head around to notice Shinobu turning away. Nezuko let out an impatient snort as you turned red to the tips of your ears. She nudged you and pointed in Shinobu's direction.

"No. I'm not going," you stated firmly.

"Mmph!" Nezuko huffed, still pointing.

"Y/N, you've never even talked to her! If you did, you'd realize that she likes you back!" Mitsuri sighed.

"I don't want to embarrass myself."

"Don't come crying if she's taken, then."

---

You were determined to keep your crush a secret to the grave. Shinobu would never agree to go out with you anyway.

For now, you were content with quick glances at your crush.

---

"Ugh...we're finally done..." your exhausted classmates groaned, lying on the floor in irregular positions. It was the night before the culture festival.

"Good work," Shinobu said, handing out drinks to everyone. Your fingers grazed hers briefly as she handed you your drink. You flushed at the contact, muttering a quiet 'thank you'.

Her lips curved upwards into a warm smile as she patted your head and winked.

Shinobu left, leaving you stunned and blushing. Was that some kind of hallucination?! Did she just wink and pat your head?!?!

---

The classroom was bustling with activity as the culture festival commenced.

"Y/N san, I'm looking for Tengen. Can you join me?" Shinobu asked.

"Huh? Uh..."

"She'd be happy to help!" Mitsuri interjected, shoving you towards the girl and forgetting to control her strength. You swerved just in time to avoid faceplanting into Shinobu's chest.

"Great! Let's go!" Shinobu chirped, grabbing your arm.

You averted your eyes as she half-dragged you past classrooms.

"We haven't talked much, have we?" Shinobu suddenly asked.

"Yep," you answered, looking around to avoid staring at her.

"Thank you for your hard work preparing for the festival."

"It's no problem. Everyone worked together," you replied slightly sheepishly.

"Oh! A haunted house! Let's check it out!" Shinobu squealed, pulling you in the direction of a dark classroom.

"Huh? Aren't we supposed to be looking for-AHHHHHH!" you screamed, clinging onto Shinobu's arm as a gelatin brick hit the side of your head. You immediately let go, apologizing profusely.

"Sorry, I'm just a little jumpy."

"BOO!" a pale ghost sprang out from behind a rock and howled.

"AHHHHHHH!" you shrieked again. Shinobu giggled.

" 'A little jumpy', Y/N san?" she teased, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Still recovering from the shock, you pressed a hand to your chest, breathing heavily.

"Just a little!"

"Ara~ So cute."

Your heart sped up again, and not because of fear.

---

"Shinobu stopped abruptly in front of a stall selling cute animal headbands.

"Buying something?"

"You'll see."

She picked up a headband with rabbit ears and put in on you. Staring at you, Shinobu seemed to like the look and handed a bit of money to the clerk.

"Here," you took off the headband and handed it to Shinobu.

"It's for you. You look even more adorable with it," she remarked, grinning. A gift from your crush...you felt as if you would die from the sheer happiness you were feeling.

"Thank you...are you sure you don't want me to pay you back?"

"Take it as a thank-you gift for helping me look for Tengen." Shinobu pushed a lock of hair out of your face.

---

"Oooh! They're doing confessions on the roof!" Shinobu immediately dragged you up.

"I'M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE!" she yelled into the crowd.

Your heart sank.

Thoughts like 'I didn't make a move anyway' and 'I'll get over her' ran through your head as you bit your lip. Part of you wanted to cry, and part of you was curious about who Shinobu's crush could possibly be.

"I'M NOT TELLING YOU WHO IT IS!" she shouted, much to the disappointment and laughs of the crowd.

---

"Y/n san...Y/N san!" Shinobu called as she waved a hand in front of your face.

"...oh! Sorry, I was...um, thinking about something."

"What's making you so dazed?"

"Oh, it's nothing, really...so, um, you said you had a crush?"

A light pink blush dusted Shinobu's cheeks.

"I'm just curious! It's okay if you don't want to answer..."

Shinobu sighed. You were caught slightly off-guard by her unexpected reaction.

"Y/N san, why are you so clueless?"

You just stared at her, bewildered. Was it someone obvious? Someone Shinobu hung around with a lot?

"Um...is it Tomioka-san?"

Shinobu rolled her eyes, making you even more confused.

---

Back in the classroom, you filled your friends in on your conversation with Shinobu.

"She's right, Y/N. You're so oblivious."

"What, how? Who could her crush possibly be?" you questioned, perplexed.

Nezuko snorted and glared at you.

"Well, if you guys know, spill it!"

"It's you, Y/N!"

You stared blankly as their words sank in.

"..."

"ME?!"

#shinobu x reader #fluff #demon slayer #kamaboko squad #mitsuri kanroji #nezuko kamado #kanae kocho #komi can't communicate

[whatsnewalycat]

Psychomanteum / Chapter 1

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Chapter 1: Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Series Summary: You've recently taken on the customer-facing responsibilities of the small-scale cannabis bakery you and your late husband ran out of your apartment, which introduces you to occasional customer, Dieter Bravo. A friendship is sparked when you realize you have something in common: you've both died. What Dieter doesn't tell you about his near-death experience, though, is that it foretold his life with you.

Word Count: 6.2k+

Content / Warnings: alternating POV, death, sitting shiva, stitches / scars, cannabis, edibles, drug use, alcohol use, haunted mirrors, spooky stuff, verbal argument, face slap, cheating, sexual grieving, a dick named Glenn, meet cute

Notes: Chapter title from "Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us" by My Chemical Romance. Hey friends! I have a couple things right off the bat: (1) the reader has a name (Louella/Lou/Lua) and has scars and tattoos, but no other physical descriptors; (2) I'll be trying to release new chapters on Saturdays.

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When people ask what it’s like to die, you’re supposed to tell them it’s terrible, even though it isn't. Like leaving a shitty yelp review for a restaurant when you actually really loved the food, but you have a vendetta against the owner and their staff.

Death Louella F. Rating: 0/10 Scary as fuck. Not in a cool, vintage way like Bram Stoker’s Dracula, but in more of a can-you-believe-people-cream-their-pants-over-this-shit way like Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight. Ugh. They sent me away at the door and wouldn’t even tell me why. RUDE!!!! I would rather die than go back.

It’s only polite, after all. If everyone knew that it fucking rules to be dead, nobody would stay here in these decaying bodies, on this doomed fucking rock floating through space. So, when your good friends (like good good friends) ask, you give them the inside scoop.

Death Louella F. Rating: 10/10 The single most magical thing to happen to me during my existence in the mortal realm. Truly ethereal. I only had the 1 hour trial, and I wanted upgrade to the forever package, but my dad forced me to return to my meatbag (BOOO!). Can’t wait to do it again. Absolutely TO DIE FOR!!!

That’s why, now, when your just ok friend Kourtney comes over on the last day of sitting shiva in your apartment, and she asks you what was it like to die? in the same cadence she asks how's your mom?, you don’t tell her the truth.

You don’t tell her than every waking moment you’re alive now is torture because you don't understand why you weren’t allowed access to the club. Why could Ethan go, but not you? What could you possibly have left to do that doesn’t include him?

Instead, you give her a wane smile and joke, “Oh, ya know, I had better shit to do, so here I am.”

Her big sky blue eyes soften and her shoulders slump when you tell her this. Then she threads her blonde eyebrows together and gives a sympathetic frown, “Oh, honey.”

No matter how many times you try this line, everyone responds with pity. You need some new material. Kourtney wanders off into the kitchen before you can respond.

When you look around the living room from your vantage point on a sitting stool, you briefly notice that all of the other visitors are gravitating towards the kitchen, too. Then the opaque black stain that looks like a black hole in the middle of your otherwise pristinely white carpet catches your eye. You tilt your head as you study it, wondering how it can be so impossibly dark.

“Are you ready, Lou?” your father-in-law, Adam, asks you from across the room.

You lift your gaze and look around at the other sitters, realizing they're all staring at you expectantly.

“Yeah, yep,” you finally respond, then get to your feet. They follow suit.

After gathering their belongings, Ethan's immediate family crowds around your apartment's entryway to bid their farewells. His mom and dad tell you that they’ll call you in a few days to check in on you. You believe it. Unlike everyone else that promised you’d “talk soon,” Adam and Sarah mean it. 

"If you need anything, and I mean anything at all, please don't hesitate to call us," Sarah tells you, then scoops you into a great big hug. When she pulls away, she holds you by the shoulders and stares at you with tears pooling in those brown eyes that break your fucking heart. You look away when you say goodbye.

Your stepson, Ben, literally scoffs when you tell him to call you if he wants to talk about it. Which is just like a 16-year old to do. When his mom is distracted, fussing over your stepdaughter, you try to level with Ben.

"Listen. I know. I know people just say that. My dad died when I was 16, too. It fucking sucks. And I get it. So if you wanna talk to someone who knows which shade of 'this fucking sucks' you're going through, I'm your guy."

This time when he responds, the snotty tone is gone. It's replaced by a morose veil over his eyes and he just nods, "Ok."

The 12-year old, Talia, saves your phone number and tells you she’ll send you snapchats.

Even though you iterate these comforting half-promises to communicate in the future, when you tell Ethan's kids you’d “talk soon,” you don’t mean it. They don’t, either. But that’s alright. You never thought the too-little-too-late maternal bonding would stick, anyway.  

Once the last mourning visitor leaves, and door clicks shut, you deadbolt it, and you’re... alone. It's surreal. Moping around the silent apartment, you reorganize things to your liking, collect sitting stools, and tug the fabric off the mirrors. You're stunned momentarily after each reflection you unveil.

The person you see is a stranger. Your skin is very Bride of Frankenstein, stitched together with pieces of tattooed corpses. Just over a week ago, your body was twisted and mangled, but doctors slapped you back together in time to bury your husband. Briefly, you consider covering all of the mirrors again until you're farther along in the healing process, but decide against it. What the fuck does it matter, anyway. 

For at least five minutes, you're anchored in front of the spare bedroom door, its key pinched tightly between your thumb and index finger. You locked it last week to keep nosy visitors from poking around during shiva. God only knows what kind of shit they would stumble upon, considering how out-of-control Ethan was towards the end. Not to mention the deep freezer filled with bulk amounts of flower and cannabutter.

There are two huge mirrors in the room that you want to uncover. But this room is- well, was- his space. On most days, he spent hours in there, isolating, listening to music, hanging out with friends, or whatever else. Not like you'd know, since it was just another club you weren't invited to join. A deep sense of foreboding infiltrated your psyche when you covered the damned things, and it somehow feels worse now. 

A fuzzy, uncomfortable buzzing starts under your skin as you stare at the old brass door knob. You’re just about to say fuck it and try again later when something clatters from inside the room. Your hands work on their own accord. They slide the skeleton key into its slot, then turn the knob and push the door open. It swings back on its hinges with a groan and butts up against the doorstop with a thud.

The room is neat and clean, like it was a week ago, but you immediately notice two things that make your hair stand on end:

The picture frame

The mirrors

When moving into this apartment, Ethan insisted the 4x6” ceramic picture frame be transported on your lap from the dumpy apartment in Bushwick. His little brother, Benji, gave it to him for his birthday the summer before he fell through the ice. The photo depicts a 12-year old Ethan with his arm around his little brother’s shoulders, both smiling from ear-to-ear as they hold up the fish they caught off the dock of their childhood home in Eagle Bay, NY. 

One bare nail stands erect on the navy blue wall. That’s where it was hanging when you locked the door last week. But now, the picture frame is propped up by the easel back in the middle of the shiny hardwood floor.

It doesn’t make sense.

On the westernmost and easternmost walls, the matching set of Regency era mirrors, which hang across from one another, are uncovered. Their intricate bevels are illuminated by the fading sun, casting shadows into the mahogany frames. The bedsheets you covered them with last week are crumpled on the floor beneath them.

“Why are you covering the mirrors?” you asked your great-grandma, watching her from the doorframe of your parents’ room with curiosity. Her paper-thin skin drooped over the hills and valleys of her hands, shifting over bones and blood vessels as she secured a white cotton bedsheet to the full-length mirror with clothespins.

“So his spirit doesn’t get trapped inside,” she explained simply.

You shake the memory from your head.

They’re just mirrors.

Ignoring every cell in your body that screams at you to get the fuck out, you take a few cautious steps forward, then pick the picture frame up off the ground. The pad of your thumb rubs against the smooth finish of the white ceramic. An ache radiates across your chest as you stare at the young boys with their matching smiles, backdropped by tall pines and open waters. Suspended in time, happy and carefree in their favorite place.  

Now they’re both fucking dead.

The urge to cry tingles at the back of your throat. You look up at the bare nail sticking out of the wall across the room and march towards it. A shiver of warning runs down your spine as you walk past the antique mirrors. You mount the frame on the wall in its place.

But then you’re frozen.

Spiders are crawling around inside your spinal column, spinning webs, exploring every inch. And, it’s fucking insane, just childhood memories fucking with your head, but you swear you feel eyes on your back. A shudder racks your body. You look straight down at your feet, holding all of your concentration steady on them as you turn around towards the door.

The buzzing in your bones intensifies. Instinct engrained in the folds of your brain for a millennia, since homo sapiens were hunters and gatherers, urges you to look up look up look up because someone is watching you. Hunting you.

Fighting your seized muscles, you make yourself take one step forward.

Adrenaline floods your bloodstream and spurs you into action without thought. Your feet carry you past the mirrors, out of the room. The spiders mobilize, scurrying inside your spine, making you nauseous. As your trembling hands fumble with the doorknob, your eyes betray you.

They flick to the westernmost mirror.

And just barely… you think you see someone staring back at you.

“What is this?” Anika’s Bulgarian accent is the first thing Dieter hears as she shakes him out of sleep. His response is to roll away from the nuisance and pull the white duvet over his head. She jumps off of the bed and yanks the blanket away from him in a series of furious tugs as she hisses, “No. No sleep. Get up.”

When she succeeds in retrieving the whole blanket, she throws it on the floor by her feet, exposing Dieter's naked body to the megawatt afternoon sun. The intrusion sets him off, and he groans, pinching his nose in response to the headache throbbing in his eyes and nose, “Fuckin’ a, Annie, what?”

Sitting up, eyes still closed, he grumbles, “What could be so fucking important-“ he cracks open an eye, throwing his palm down against the mattress in frustration, then sees the headline displayed the iPhone she's holding in front of his face. 

LEAKED: DIETER BRAVO PARTYING WITH INSTAGRAM MODEL

He squints as he reads it again, then snatches the phone away, scrolling through the short article on the tabloid magazine DIRT’s website.

The Cliff Beasts 6 star, Dieter Bravo, was spotted with Instagram model, Lilly Stokes, getting hot-and-heavy at several LA nightclubs late last night. Reportedly, the duo were heavily intoxicated, seen taking shots and snorting lines of illicit substances. In the photos obtained by DIRT, the disheveled Bravo, sporting a half-buttoned floral shirt and jeans, can be seen groping Stokes, dressed in a hot pink slip dress and stilettos, as she straddles the actor in a roped-off section of Aspect’s VIP lounge. This scandal is surfacing amid rumors of Bravo’s marriage with Anika Bravo being strained to the breaking point. Dieter and Anika met in 2020 during the filming of Cliff Beasts 6, a film made infamous by the hit documentary Beasts of the Bubble. The couple tied the knot in 2021, immediately following their escape from Clifton Hotel. In one of their only public appearances together, the newlywed couple raised eyebrows when they brought fitness guru Kate Ridley with as their date to the Beasts of the Bubble premiere. Since then, the Academy Award winning actor has been under fire for alleged infidelity and drug abuse, as well as displaying bizarre behavior, such as his appearance on The View in September, when he told host Meghan McCain that he “hopes hell is real so (her) dad burns there forever.”

As promised, the article includes a slideshow of photos depicting him and Lilly making out in a booth at Aspect the previous night. Dieter tosses the phone to the side, and all he can do is shrug, staring up at her with cold eyes, “Whaddya wanna know?”

They sit here like this for a beat, frozen in their stubbornness. As if he doesn’t know the question on her mind.

She blinks, swallows hard, and crosses her arms in front of her body. Then finally breaks and asks, “Is it true?”

As if she doesn’t know the answer.

He grinds his jaw back and forth, considering the consequences of what he’ll say next. She stares at him.

Fuck it.

“Yeah,” he admits to his wife, averting his gaze as he runs his fingers through his hair, “Yeah I fucked her.”

Anika rears back, then slaps him across the face, gritting her teeth together as she growls, “FUCK YOU!”

His cheek stings as her palm jerks his head to the side. He deserves that.

Sure, he could have lied, but there’s no use in denying it. There he was, caught on camera with Lilly's tongue down his throat and his hands up her dress. From there, they stumbled into the bathroom of the club. He gave the bathroom attendant $200 to guard the door. Then, he snorted coke off her perfect tits, bent her over the granite top sink, and fucked her speechless.

The bathroom attendant won’t be speechless, though. Dieter is sure that for another $200 from any number of tabloids, the gangly, pasty skinned kid would unzip his rubber band lips and tell all. 

"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do, Annie!? You won't fucking touch me!" the cords of his neck stick out as he leans forward barks this into her face.

"Don't deserve to be touched," she spits, narrowing her eyes as she inches so close he can feel her breathe, "Leave me alone all the time. Do you know how lonely I am, Dieter? What kind of man leaves me alone all the time?"

"Fucking AGAIN with this. Really? Every fucking time I come home, it's all I hear," Dieter stands up out of bed and stomps over to the closet, Anika hot on his trail. He starts mocking her, using an exaggerated Bulgarian accent, "Oh I'm so sad, you leave me alone in this big house with all this money, oh nooo!," then he turns on his heel to scoff in her face, "Get over it, for fuck's sake. It's tired."

Her shoulders sag. He knows he went to far. He’s being mean. Cruel, even. But he can't stop. His father’s anger, flooding from his hindbrain through his mouth. 

"It's how I feel, Dieter," she squeaks, big brown eyes filling with tears. He starts digging through drawers of the built-in dresser for boxer briefs, then stuffs his legs into a pair. She sobs, "I didn't know it would be like this. So lonely."

"Yeah?! Welcome to my FUCKIN' LIFE!" he screams into her face, then rips a shirt off the hanger and pulls it over his head before storming off.

You sink down into your purple velvet couch and turn on the TV. Fresh-out-the-shower damp hair sticks to your cheek when you rest your head on a black and white checkered pillow. In an attempt to take your mind off what you thought you saw in the spare bedroom earlier, you flip through various streaming services for a distraction. However, your attention is drawn to the shiva candle dwindling down on the fireplace mantle.

Each time it flickers, dread seizes your heart. You hold your breath and watch it, unblinking, until it steadies.

It happens again.

And again.

Your eyes flit to the opaque black ink stain in the middle of your carpet, only for a moment. But it's long enough. When you look back to the candle, the flame is gone. Black smoke curls and dances in celebration around a glowing orange wick.

He’s gone.

This fact creeps into your consciousness slowly, but surely. The same way the cold settles into your bones when the temperature is below freezing. It starts off fine, maybe a little brisk, but manageable. Then your nose, fingers, and toes start to feel frosty. Before you know it, you can't stop shivering, and can't even remember what warmth felt like.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you squeeze every ounce of oxygen from your lungs. Your brain prompts you to inhale. The breath comes as a shattered gasp, and your chest heaves, but the well of pain is too far underground. The tears don't come. You’re unable to tap into it and release the pressure that's been building for nine days. You're about to fucking explode.

Your gaze shifts to the window. It’s dark outside. You try to decide who to reach out to for support. Each person you consider would come over and sit with you as they awkwardly make conversation. They would probably try to talk to you about Ethan, or tell you about how their friend’s cousin had a husband croak on them and they did abc, then xyz, and voilà! They’re cured!

And you just can’t with that shit right now. You don’t want to be pitied. You want to have a normal conversation. One where you aren’t expected to cry and talk about it. You want to be how you were before.

How you were before, but without him.

“Whiskey neat,” Dieter tells the bartender without looking his way.

When he glances up into the mirror behind the bar, he sees the version of himself that Anika hates the most. Mop of curly brown hair stuffed under a baseball cap, sunglasses covering half his face, wearing sweatpants and whatever t-shirt he happened to pull off the hanger before heading out the door.

“Airport Dee,” her lip would curl up and touch the columella of her nose, “I don’t like him.”

“Airport Dee means Working Dee, which is better than Broke Dee, right?” he would try to reason, meeting her eyes over his sunglasses, tugging her closer for a kiss goodbye.

She would arch a brow and back away from him, her sneer firmly in place, “I like Home Dee the most.”

The last few times he left, he didn’t even say goodbye. He thinks that maybe Airport Dee isn’t the version of him she hates the most anymore.

His phone buzzes. He pulls it out of his pants pocket to see the text from his wife.

> ANNIEBABY: > If u get on the flight, we’re done

An amused laugh trickles from his throat. The bartender, a handsome, tall, blonde man with terrific posture, slides a coaster in front of Dieter, then places the lowball glass on top of it. Just in time. Dieter picks it up and swallows it in one go, then tells the bartender, who’s foolishly walking away, “Another.”

The bartender turns on his heel and raises a well-kept eyebrow at Dieter, who responds by reaching into his wallet and slamming a $100 bill onto the bar, advising, “This is your tip if you keep ‘em coming and don’t fucking look at me like that again.”

“You got it, boss,” the man responds as he grabs a bottle of bourbon and flips it upside down over Dieter’s cup.

The phone starts buzzing again, but this time it’s his publicist. He picks up with a cheeky, “Darlene, it’s been ages, what in the world could you possibly be calling me about?”

“Just wanted to call and let you know you’re making my life a living fucking hell today,” she volleys the same faux-sweetness back to him.

“Welcome to the club,” he mumbles.

“How’s your wife?”

“Terrible, she’s leaving me,” Dieter drops this bomb, then tells her, “Hey, I’m boarding a flight for the, uhh- the screen test thing, I’ll call you later.”

“Dieter, don’t you fu-“

He hangs up and puts his phone in airplane mode. Morphine was such a good idea.

Instead of the all-consuming anxiety that typically accompanies one’s name trending on Twitter, all Dieter feels is an overwhelming sense of fuck it. That’s what morphine is good for, after all. Not for all the time, though. Just emergencies.

He imagines a bottle of MS Contin but instead of the prescription label it just reads EMERGENCY OBLIVION.

“Having a rough day?” the bartender asks, looking from the discarded phone to Dieter’s smiling face as he leans against the bar.

Dieter giggles and shakes his head, “Fuck off, you don’t care.”

“I- I care,” the bartender frowns, then pushes off and stands up straight.

“You don’t. Not really. You’re just nosy,” Dieter grins with a shrug.

He downs the whiskey, slams the cup against the bartop, then points to it. The bartender refills the cup and fucks off. Dieter sighs with satisfaction and floats into the abyss.

About mid-way through your third vodka cranberry, you start to feel more comfortable in your skin.

A short-statured man hangs his winter coat on the back of the barstool next to you and sits down. A green knit cap hides any indication of hair on top of his head, although a trimmed beard hints that it'll be dark brown if he has any. When he looks your direction through thick rimmed glasses frames, you meet his honey brown eyes and you smile.

Granted, it’s not a smile you really mean, but he’s cute and he sat right next to you at a bar that has plenty of other open seats, so, you’ll play the part.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” he inquires, gaze trailing up and down your form.

You shake your head, “Not at all.”

“Thanks,” he gives you a wide smile, then flags down the bartender and orders a drink.

You sit back and look up to the flatscreen TV playing the Knicks game, pretending to care, watching the teams dribble a basketball from one side of the court to the other. Back and forth, back and forth. It seems so fucking pointless.

“You a Knicks fan?” he asks, following your line of sight to the TV.

“Hmm?” you blink, then realize you are furrowing your brow up at the game as if you’re interested, “Oh, no. I don’t give a shit.”

This makes him laugh. He shows you those pearly whites again, then extends his hand to you, “I’m Dante.”

“Louella,” your hand meets his. It’s warm and sandpapery. His thumb rubs against the back of your hand as you shake.

You ponder what this stranger’s hands would feel like on other parts of your body. What it would feel like to forget, just for a while, that Ethan’s hands were the last ones to touch you. What it would feel like to forget that he’ll never touch you again.

“That’s a really pretty name,” he comments, not letting go of your hand, not ceasing the movement of his thumb on your skin. A tingle trickles down the middle of you and produces goosebumps across your flesh.

It’s the only enjoyable sensation that has managed to rise above the soul-crushing emptiness of the past week and a half. Your skin aches and yearns for more.

You try to stretch your smile wide and make your eyes sparkle as if you’ve never heard that before, “Thank you, Dante.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” he lets go, then leans forward against the bar.

Your eyes flick from his thick lips to his honey brown eyes and you nod.

“Dieter fucking Bravo!” Glenn hollers at his longtime friend as Dieter approaches the well-dressed table.

Friend might not be the right word. Enabler is probably closer to the truth. His nasally voice booms across the dining room, earning a few disgruntled stares from the highbrow patrons expecting a quiet lunch on the Upper East Side. 

Dieter offers a nod in the general direction of the outburst, then pulls out the chair perpendicular to Glenn and plops down, picking up the menu as he scoots in his seat.

A peeved, but incredibly handsome, waiter comes to the table and pours ice water in a glass for the new arrival, “Welcome, sir. Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Whiskey neat,” Dieter answers, then dismisses the waiter's presence as he glances around the room through tortoiseshell Ray-Bans and tells Glenn, “You finally got your wish. Anika is filing for divorce.”

“About fucking time,” Glenn guffaws and claps his hands together, “Was it the thing with the uh, what’s that broad’s name, Bailey?”

“Lilly,” Dieter corrects.

“Lilly,” Glenn repeats, “Irregardless, congratulations, my friend. Welcome to the divorcee club!”

Dieter’s face scrunches up in disdain at the enthusiasm as he mutters sarcastically, “It’s an honor.”

“We should celebrate,” Glenn winks. 

He knows Glenn well enough to know that "celebrate" means "go on an alcohol and drug binge so outrageous, you'll be trying to chase that high for a year." And, fuck, that sounds like a slice of heaven. The last time he "celebrated" with Glenn was pre-COVID. They were awake for 2-days straight, going to nightclubs, stripclubs, country clubs, whatever. It was a blast.

He thinks it was, at least.

“I don’t have to go back to the studio ‘til Wednesday, so I’m game,” Dieter gives a small grin, then rubs his hands together.

The waiter returns with Dieter’s drink and takes their order, then talk of celebrating recommences. Glenn leans over, trying to be as discreet as his voice can manage, “What kind of stuff ya looking for?”

Dieter ponders this, leaning back in his chair as he rolls head on his shoulders and sips his drink. The first thing that comes to mind are these "special" baked goods he gets sometimes when he’s in New York. The guy hand delivers them, and they were better than any pastries he’s eaten otherwise, “straight” or not.

“Doesn’t matter. I just want to get out of my fuckin' head. I’m gonna see if I can get some of those edibles we got last time. The pastries, what’re they called?” Dieter snaps his fingers together trying to jog his memory.

“Cookies?”

Dieter scoffs and shakes his head, “You think I don’t know what a fucking cookie is? No, it was like a donut.”

“Like a…” Glenn screws his face up and shrugs, then takes a sip of his old fashioned, “Like a long john?”

Idiot. Dieter pulls out his phone, clearing notifications from the Lock Screen from his lawyer, Darlene, and Anika, then sends a text message to Ethan.

< ME: < In NYC. Want what I got last time, can u do that?

“I texted the guy,” Dieter advises, then briefly looks at the last message he received from Anika. 

> ANNIEBABY: > My father was right about u

He ignores the sharp stab in his chest at this remark, remembering how hard it was to convince her dad that he wasn’t a piece of shit. Just as he’s about to hide his phone again, it buzzes.

> ETHAN NYC: > Idk what you got last time. $150/ dozen pastries. $100/ 2 dozen cookies. $50/ 4 brownies. Have to pick up here now FYI, in downtown Brooklyn.

< ME: < Ok. Surprise me. 12 pastries, 24 cookies, 12 brownies.

> ETHAN NYC: > You got it. Should be ready by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll text you the address when they’re ready.

“Alright, edibles won’t be ready 'til tomorrow, but it’ll be worth the wait,” Dieter announces to Glenn, who’s also fucking around on his phone.

Glenn nods, then looks up around the room and back to Dieter, leaning in as he asks, “So you wanna go do a few lines in the bathroom, or what?”

Once the second-to-last order has been picked up, you pour yourself a glass of wine. It's noon, which you consider a socially acceptable time to start drinking.

You turn the stereo on and start prepping for the next day while you sip wine and sing along to the music on your baking playlist. Aside from getting fucked by Dante in the bar bathroom the other night, baking is the only thing that has taken your mind off of the fact that Ethan is dead. 

It's the stupid little things you wouldn't have expected that sting the most.

His prescription refill reminders dinging on your phone. Leftover takeout from the day before the accident starting to emit an unacceptable odor. A package arriving yesterday from something he ordered online. You stare at the nondescript cardboard box now, as it sits next to the stack of outgoing pastry boxes, and wonder what's inside. 

All of these things and the deep ache they cultivate... but you still haven't cried. Everything feels so far away, like it's not real. Is this normal? Are you broken? 

You swallow the remaining wine in your glass and refill it. 

There’s a buzz on the intercom. You pad over to the screaming box, holding your wine glass by the stem as you press the DOOR button.

A knock sounds on the door a minute later, so you turn the stereo down from a roar to a murmur. You open the door to reveal a broad, relatively tall, tan-skinned man. Pillowy lips fold in a frown and he narrows his dark eyes at you. His age shows in the creases of his face and the sparse grays in his patchy facial hair. 

“Hi,” you greet the unrefined, but notably handsome, stranger, “Come on in.”

He does so cautiously, furrowing his brow with confusion as he peers around the apartment like a frightened animal, and you explain for the 8th time today while extending your hand to him, “I’m Louella. I’m Ethan’s wife.”

“Dieter,” he meets your hand and shakes it, avoiding eye contact. When he turns his head to the side to examine your kitchen, you catch a glimpse of his profile and feel the urge to run a finger down the center of his aquiline nose. 

“Ohhh!” you exclaim as your face heats up, “DEE-ter! Not DIET-er. It’s your name! That makes sense.”

He runs a hand through his mess of curly brown hair, “Yeah.”

When he does this, his knit sweater pulls up over the waistband of his jeans and exposes his bellybutton. Your eyes fall on the soft section of his broad body and you suddenly can’t tell if your mouth is dry, or if you’re drooling, but you swallow hard, and- is it fucking hot in here?

“Sorry,” you shake your head and feel the heat of embarrassment creep up your neck as you make your way over to the kitchen counter, “I just, um, I haven’t really met any of our clients in person. I thought maybe you were someone on a diet? I don’t know. Ethan had all kinds of weird fucking code names for people.”

“I didn’t know Ethan was married,” Dieter comments as he pinches one nostril closed and sniffs, then rolls the sleeves on his sweater up to his elbows. His jaw is clenched like he’s grinding his teeth. He’s practically fucking vibrating. 

This dude is coked the fuck up.

“Technically, he’s not anymore, because he’s dead,” you nod, then clear your throat and try to move on to the next subject as you fidget with your apron, “But yeah, I’ve always done the baking, so it’ll be just as good. I just can’t drive. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

His head jerks back and he unleashes a booming, bright laugh that brings an actual smile to your face, “Did you… did you just yadda yadda the fact that he’s dead?”

“Mhmm, yeah,” you laugh nervously. Your entire head is lit ablaze up now as your attention is drawn to his gorgeous smile, “This is like the tenth time I’ve done this today, I’m a little desensitized to it.”

His cheeriness disintegrates as he realizes he's laughing about your recently deceased spouse. 

“I’m-“ Dieter’s mouth gapes open and he tries to generate a response. You meet his glossy eyes, and notice now that his pupils are blown out so wide over the dark brown irises, they appear black. They remind you of Ethan. The black ink stain on your carpet.

And they’re filled to the brim with that annoying fucking look. Pity.

“Don’t- don’t say you’re sorry,” you sigh, real smile waning into one that’s painfully forced, then gesture to the stack of boxes on the counter, “Just pay me and you can be on your way.”

Dieter climbs into the backseat and sets the pastry boxes between himself and Glenn. He can’t shake the puzzled look from his face. Glenn lifts the cover off one of the boxes and grabs a brownie as the driver starts off down the street.

“What?” Glenn asks with a mouth still full of brownie. His dilated eyes search Dieter’s face, narrowing with suspicion.

Dieter frowns as he scratches the scruff on his chin, then snaps his head back and forth, cracking his neck, “That was weird.”

“Why? Did he hit on you or something?” Glenn’s words form around the food in his mouth. Dieter’s lip curls in disdain at the homophobic implication. He swears Glenn forgets that Dieter is not straight sometimes.

“No,” he scoffs and turns to dig a pastry out of the box in spite of the cocaine buzzing through his veins, suppressing his appetite.

When he bites into it, he finds it’s exactly the one he was trying to think of yesterday. Apple Danish. His shoulders wiggle and he groans in delight as the flaky crust gives way to apple filling inside. He swallows and clears his throat, “No, it wasn’t even him, it was his wife. The guy died.”

“She hot?” Glenn asks, not looking up from his examination of the remaining brownie.

Dieter nods as he chews, raising his eyebrows to indicate fuck yeah.

“How’d he die?” Glenn questions. His eyes are flicking all around the backseat of the town car, knee bouncing at lightspeed to spend some of his amplified, god-like energy. Dieter can tell he does not give one single fuck, he just wants to move his mouth.

“Didn’t ask,” Dieter takes another bite and throws his head back, groaning “Fuck, that’s good.”

Glenn shoves the rest of the brownie into his cavernous mouth and nods in agreement, “Good call.”

“But, she just casually mentioned that he died,” Dieter shakes his head and swallows the pastry.

“Weird,” Glenn comments in a disinterested tone as he grabs for a bottle of champagne waiting in an ice bucket by his feet.

Dieter licks his fingers and shakes his head again, “That’s not the weird part.”

“Then what the fuck is the weird part?” Glenn snips, growing impatient, all red-hot edges, fueled by cocaine and alcohol.

It wasn’t the off-putting way you spoke about your husband’s death. Or your apartment filled with a haze of loneliness so palpable it felt like someone was squeezing Dieter's heart.

Glenn wipes the brownie crumbs off his hands onto the seat of the car, then passes two champagne flutes to Dieter, who pops the last bite of Apple Danish into his mouth and takes the glasses. The unmistakable champagne POP! makes both the men flinch. Glenn fills both of the glasses that are shaking in Dieter’s unsteady grip. A substantial amount overflows onto the floor of the vehicle.

Dieter takes a swig of the bubbly, then explains, “When I OD’d, before they revived me, I saw her. It was like a memory, man. But it wasn’t, because it didn’t happen yet.”

He thought maybe the wires got crossed with someone else and he got the wrong memory. Fuck, he doesn’t know how it works. In the moments of clarity during his near-death experience, he knew, somehow, that he was seeing the future. His future. Each time he looked back on the experience, though, he grew more unsure.

But you opened that door into your apartment, and it was like déjà vu. High ceilings, purple crushed velvet couch in the living room that reminded him of Prince, pastry boxes stacked on the white granite countertop in the kitchen that looked made for a chef. It smelled like vanilla and pastry crust. 

Louella. One of your bare arms looked torn to shreds, tattoos once cohesive now crudely pasted back together, ribbed with newly formed scar tissue. Your smile, the real one, occupied your whole face.

"Weird," Glenn responds. He's scrolling through Twitter on his phone, not even listening.

There was more, though. 

Waking up in your bed, morning light spilling onto the two of you like a spotlight, his fingers tracing the map of scars up your leg.

Holding your hand while walking down the icy, snow-dusted sidewalk outside your apartment building. 

Kissing you in front of an ordained minister, cheers erupting from the crowd of spectators. 

Louella. Who the fuck are you? 

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Took You Long Enough: Part 2

A/N: Omg I cranked this out so fast hahahahaha I got sicked and called in at work so I spent all my time working on this beauty! I hope yall like it!!! I thing it turned out really well and just sad but not too sad but happy yippee

John “Soap” MacTavish x F!reader

TW: mention of dead bodies and violence briefly

How long has it been? Maybe a day at most... time seemed irrelevant to you, there was nothing you could do. You were filled with aches and pains, your body stiff from laying on the cold ground. Guards would mock you when they serve a meal, watching as you face down trying to eat something. It was dehumanizing... One thought never left your head, John... Oh, John; you hoped and even prayed for his safety as well as Ghost's. Images haunted your sleep, seeing their dead bodies bloodied and filled with bullets. Grave's words haunt the background as you stared at the corpse of the man you loved.

You knew very well the men were a force to be reckoned with. You knew if they were out there, they would find a way to free everyone. In the end, they are only men... You wondered if Alejandro was okay, perhaps he was nearby. "Alejandro-" your voice was coarse and meek, barely at first making a sound. "Alejandro!" Your call echoed through the halls. Moments followed with silence; you sighed thinking of no reply back.

"(Y/n)?" Alejandro's voice rang out, "(Y/n), is that you?!" Tears rushed to your eyes hearing his concerned voice.

"Sí Hermano!" You cried out, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?!"

"Ahh just a bad bump on my head," he cackles loud enough for you to hear, "What about you? How are you holding up?"

"I'm alive," you took a shaky breath, "I'm alive... Do they have you chained up too?"

"No, they had some shitty restraints but those didn't last long..." Alejandro's tone softened, "how long have you been in here Hermana?"

"I don't know... a day maybe."

"Chained the entire time?"

"Yep, the entire time..." you sighed, "the guards seems to be entertained when they tried to feed me earlier."

"So that's what those guards were laughing at..." his voice went quiet, anger filling each word "once we get out of here, we will make those bastards pay."

"To raising hell," you chuckled, and he laughed with you.

"To raising hell together!" ______________________

Soap, Rudy, and Ghost entered the security room in haste. Quickly getting down to work to locate everything they needed. "I'll use the security cameras to find Alejandro."

"And (y/n) ..." Soap commented, Rudy shot him a knowing glance.

"And (y/n), now you focus and help Ghost." Soap's face was written in worry, the well-being of (y/n) plagued his mind. Leaving her alone, probably going through her hell as we speak, "Soap..." John spared his gaze, "she's going to be alright."

"Enough fucking around Soap, stay focused." Ghost spoke over his intercom.

"Copy L.T., my apologies" Soap continues to lead Ghost to make the distractions. One man at a time, another bomb. "That should do, nice guiding Johnny."

"Perfect timing, I found our people. At least a general location" Rudy grinned at the screen, "the main troops are in the main holding cell block while it looks like they are guarding a cell more on the west end."

"You think they are both in there?" Rudy shrugged.

"It would make sense that they are either in the same cell or nearby, no?" Soap nodded; he had a very valid point. But the amount of uncertainty made his gut turn. How he at this point only wanted to hold you safe in his arms. Apologize for the last few days of hell, just pray to God that she's safe right now.

"Group up outside, we're heading in." Only one way to find out...

"Copy L.T." _________________

The last few hours in your cold desolate cell were rather uneventful. Besides some smart comments from the passing guards which weren't that striking. Moments of talking with Alejandro can few too far in between... The Guard stood in front of his door almost always. Only leaving the door unattended in about 30-minute intervals in which you both took the time to talk. "(y/n), you still doing alright?"

"As well as one can try to be..." you shifted your body slightly, "I believe my legs are asleep..."

"You do sound quite tired," Alejandro mentioned, which wasn't wrong. You were exhausted... "how about you nap for a while, at least try."

"In this place? I'd rather die..."

"If we escape here, you'll need the energy." God, you hated how he was correct. Your current state is maybe the quickest way to get a bullet in the head. "Don't worry, I'll yell to wake you up if anything happens."

"Alejandro..." he hums loudly, letting you know to proceed, "Soap and Ghost are okay, right? Graves told me some stuff and to be honest, it's been bothering me..."

"How do you feel?" The answer took you by surprise. Not necessarily what you would expect anyone would answer that question.

"What?"

"Well, how do you feel about their safety?"

"Well, I feel that they're safe..." you smiled softly to yourself, "I feel that sooner or later they will come in here and get us the fuck out of here."

"Then keep that in your head," Alejandro's voice spoke with such sincerity, "nothing can harm you when you're hopeful Hermana. Nothing makes a person weaker than being hopeless and lost, determination is key." You pulled your knees close, resting your head softly. "Now go on, rest (y/n)."

"Thank you, Alejandro..." your voice drifted as your eyes became heavy. Swiftly drifted down into a peaceful slumber.

You gently stirred awake; the noises outside were not fully recognizable to you. Multiple voices called out, and the voices grew louder and clearer as you opened your eyes. "(Y/n)!" Your heart stopped hearing that unmistakable Scottish accent.

"John! John! I'm here!" _________________

Ghost stood in front of Alejandro's cell ready to pop the lock on Soap's ready. "This is what we came for," Soap nodded, Ghost popping the lock and opening the door.

"Alejandro!" Before Soap could even realize he was pinned by Alejandro, alert and ready to strike. "Al- It's me Hermano!"

"Colonel, relax! It's us!" Rudy jumped in front, speaking Spanish to drive the deal home.

"Soap? Rudy, Ghost!" Alejandro's face changed to relief, looking back and forth between the three. He grasped Rudy's shoulder as if to feel if he was there.

"You didn't think we'd leave you, did Ya?"

"What the fuck took you so long Pendejos?" He grabbed the gun from Rudy's hand.

"This place is crawling with shadows; it'll be hell ahead." Soap looked around, no sign of (y/n).

"Alejandro!" He looked back to Soap, "where's (y/n)? Do you know?" Alejandro's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, she's here in a cell! Nearby, I told her to rest up 'cause she practically hadn't slept!" Alejandro went to the main hall "(y/n), wake up pendeja! Which cell are you!!" Ghost called out loudly, to no avail. Lastly, Soap made his way out, "(y/n)!"

"John?" They stood quietly, "John, I'm here! Johnny!!" Two doors down her voice rang out. Ghost rushed over, popping the lock off the door. Soap rushed into her cell, seeing her barely sitting up, arms cuffed behind her. Her hair was messy and for sure she has seen some better days. Upon locking eyes, both smiled widely; glad just to see that the other was alive. _______________________________

Your eyes welled with tears seeing the Scottish man in front of you. The wave of relief sent chills down your spine, "God, took you long enough!" you exclaimed, "got a semi-decent nap too; A little help though?" you wiggled the chains.

"Right! L.T. I'll hold her still you cut the cuffs?" Ghost nodded, getting behind her. readying the cutters.

"On my count," Ghost called out, "1... 2... 3..." you squeezed your eyes shut as the cuff broke, freeing one hand. One more count and you had control of your arms again; it hurt a lot... Rudy handed you a rifle; gladly, you took the gun. Soap looked at you with a sorrowful look, the rest were ready to leave but you couldn't ignore that look.

"John, what's up?"

"How long did they have you like that?" He spoke sternly, his hand lightly grasping your wrist. You winced at his touch; which only made him furrow his brow more.

"The entire time," you admitted, "But don't worry about that Johnny!" you placed your gun down quickly wrapping your arms around his waist. He clung to you tightly, "Alejandro and I already made a promise to raise hell when we get out of these cells." you pushed back from his embrace to grab your gun and release it off safety. "And that is exactly what I intend to do. These fuckers will regret the day they fucked with the 141 and Los Vaqueros."

"That's my girl," Soap patted your head, "I'll treat dinner when this is all over."

"(Y/n), Johnny; save the sentiment for later! We need to move!" Ghost yelled from the hallway.

"I'll hold you to it, Johnny~"

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw22 #modern warfare 2 #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mctavish #soap call of duty #soap

[krnsluvvie]

love at first, love at second, love at last

veintitres: te perdono (tal vez) (+ wc: 0.9k)

SUMMARY: sae had chosen his career and that was shortly followed by his and y/n's separation. three years pass by and amongst all the lurking and stalking each other's socials, sae is suddenly found back in their hometown. old feelings are resurfaced, current ones are questioned and a whole load of future ones are found in a blur.

veintidós | masterlist | veinticuatro

an icon pops up on the screen. kurona has joined, ultimately.

“you can stay muted, i’ll make it quick.”

a ding.

i hate you

you briefly laugh before you say, “i love you, too.”

ew

“get to the point, y/n. we don’t have all day.” isagi unmutes himself just to utter those words out and you roll your eyes in pseudo-annoyance.

“once you reach my age, you’ll be pulling all-nighters left and right to get your stuff done.”

or we will get them done during the day, or days before the deadline ! 

“okay, kurona. i get it!”

STOP DIGRESSING.

“yes, everything oliver told you—it’s true.”

both unmute. 

“FOR REAL?”

“NO FUCKING WAY.”

“yeah, i felt almost… hm,” you stroke your chin in thought as you try to think of the exact word depicting how you’d felt in that moment. “forced? obligated? plus, yeah, sure, it was in the heat of the moment but i don’t regret it.”

you expected commotion but the guys pleasantly surprise you as they unmute once again and start talking.

“are you sure?” isagi asks, you can hear the hesitation in his voice as if he was tiptoeing around the topic. he knows when not to pry too deep. 

you nod your head. “yep, positive.”

“even if… i mean, i do try to see it from your view. you’ve always been a good person but some people just don’t deserve second chances.”

silence.

“eh… ehh— i didn’t mean sae exactly. i was just saying.”

“you’re right, yeah.” you say after a moment of stillness. 

“but also—” you cut yourself off.

“hm?” isagi hums almost immediately.

“i don’t know. i’m just so confused right now.”

“speak, we will listen.”

“who said i wo—”

isagi mutes kurona. 

“you shall continue.”

YOU……. WHEN I CATCH YOU…

“i don’t want to keep you here for long so i’ll just go over what’s on my mind quickly. the contract, my kinda job, all of that right?”

“yeah?”

“it’s not even about them at this point. sure, we are still awkward around each other but it’s mostly coming from my side, if that makes sense? i try not to let my guard too much around him.”

“hmm…yeah? yeah. and?”

“and i think i’m starting to accept the reason why i did that in the first place.”

“he hurt you, it was only right to be cautious around him, y/n…” isagi says with his sweet and caring voice. if only he was like this more often. 

“thank you, isagi.”

I AGREE IM HERE TOO.

“thank you, too, kurona.” you say between breathy laughs.

“so what’s the reason?”

“i think,” you inhale, “i think i’m falling down the same hole again.”

HUH?

“kurona, you want me to unmute you?”

NO

no i mean

“what hole?”

“the—”

“oh!” isagi interrupts you. “you’re starting to like him again… is what i’m getting… ?”

HOPEFUKLY YOURE WRONG

“yeah.” you exhale, tension in your body gradually leaving.

*RIGHT

“oh.”

“isagi, it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. i hate it, too. i’ve been done wrong and now look at me, catching feelings again.”

“i’m really glad you’re aware. but also—”

yet another silence.

“yeah? continue.”

“maybe… give it another shot? i’m not telling you to do it, just consider it and don’t torture yourself more. he explained himself, too, right? again, that doesn’t give him a pass, but yeah, just… him saying that means something! him saying things out of his own will!”

i hate to say this but as much as i don’t like him and despite what i said about not giving second chances… maybe it’s worth a shot ? as isagi said, he also tried to explain himself (DOESNT MAKE IT OK OR EGGZCUSABLE!!) it’s been some years and you both must’ve matured .. to some extent.

“HEY?!” 

i’m just saying🤷

you hate yourself for ignoring their opinion but as you read over the message and heard the words from isagi, you knew that what you were feeling was unmistakably real.

“it’s about to be 3.”

“y/n… think about it, yeah? we will support you no matter what.”

you let a small smile overtake your lips. “thank y—”

“after football.”

“never mind.”

i’m going yall, my eyes r closing🔥

“sleep well. both of you. thank you for listening to me, as always.”

gn!!💝

“good night, y/n.”

“also guys, before you disconnect! the reason why i told him first was!!! because i already expected you to come. so if you don’t, i will be very sad, just so you know!”

isagi laughs, hitting his desk—from what you can hear. “alright, alright. we shall steal all the spotlight.”

“bye!!!!!!!”

and... end call.

you close your laptop and fall face-first in your bed. first time acknowledging your lingering feelings, out loud, too. you squeeze your eyes in embarrassment.

this can’t be real. this can’t be real.

after all the years that you were separated from each other; you desperately tried reaching out while he was living his life, ignoring your calls and messages and giving you his half-assed apology and reason for separation, you still found yourself attached to him. 

oh, god, you can only hope that it doesn’t get any further than this.

(you know you're jinxing it, so you think of reverse psychology as to counter this fact.)

a/n: not proofread i apologize + THE WAY THIS IS DRAGGING ON OMG ILL KMS (theres a reason actually!! ill explain it after the series/2nd act ends!!! eventually yes..) ....... itll end soon i promise pls bear w me :ˇ')

tag list: @kiopanxp @funtuki @silly-ez @asteroskoniiii @keijiqahara @pikibee @tamimemo @kaitfae @biaonww @y-sabell-a @kaiserkisser @winterpein @bloombb @yyoichisgirl

#blue lock #blue lock au #sae itoshi #itoshi sae #blue lock imagines #blue lock scenarios #itoshi sae smau #smau #social media au #reader insert #saeitoshi #exes to lovers #fluff #angst #blue lock smau #bllk smau

[wren-kitchens]

a party goes awry (in the best possible way)

TW: alcohol, suggestive (kind of, like there’s no sex or anything), making out

hey guess who learnt how to use ao3 links properly

anyway i’m mentally ill over flower ranchers and this took me a week so please reblog lmao

scott is lost in his thoughts again. it seems to be happening a lot recently, now everyone is back together. without the existential threat of permanent death looming over them, he has more time to actually think about things. 

and boy, are there a lot of things to think about.

the one he can’t seem to shake is the question that’s been bugging him for most of the past year and a half: feelings? he doesn’t quite know if he still likes jimmy— having your stomach do somersaults every time you see someone probably means you still like them, right? — but recently a new problem has arisen. tango.

jimmy and tango definitely like each other. and, maybe, scott has found himself watching tango for a little too long to be considered friendliness.

but he can hardly help it. everyone is in their server’s skins, not the life series’ ones now, and god . no one can blame him for staring, not when tango is in blue and black robes, a dark metal crown and black eyeliner and lipstick . and scott thought his own lipstick was cool.

scott is spending a lot of time alone now. not on purpose, but he just can’t find the energy needed to hide his feelings, and honestly, blushing and stammering all the time is just embarrassing.

on the third day, grian (the creator of the life servers) hosts a server-wide party, mainly to remind everyone of the funniest deaths and mishaps over the past 3 games.

nearly everyone looks very different than they did on the life games. of course, there are some people who dress the same no matter what, but for the most part, everyone is looking around at everyone else (mostly the empires members) with surprise.

scott has spent most of the party wandering around, carefully avoiding tango and jimmy, and taking pointed sips of his wine every time one of them looks up at him. until, that is, cleo grabs his wrist and pulls him into a corner, ignoring his yelp of shock.

“are you just gonna ignore them this whole time?” she asks. “because it’s starting to get painful to watch.”

“that- well, that was the plan .” scott says, greatly surprised that he hasn’t spilled his wine. “I avoid them, tango goes back to hermitcraft and I can go back to empires. jimmy lives, like, a thousand blocks away, i’ll be fine.”

cleo raises a disapproving eyebrow. “and you think that’s healthy ?” 

“it can’t end up too bad.” scott says.

“I think very much it can.” cleo says. “have you seen grian and scar?”

“shit, are they still not together?” scott asks.

“nope.” cleo says. “and that’s exactly what people will be saying about you-“ she jabs him in the chest. “-if you don’t get your crap together.”

“ they’re together, cleo.” scott says. he glances briefly at them, and regrets it immediately. they’re dancing together, jimmy’s arms around tango’s waist, tango’s head resting on jimmy’s shoulder. his heart plummets. 

“see.” he gestures towards them, trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

“scott-“ cleo’s voice is gentler now.

“i’m gonna go get a drink.” scott says, putting his wine on the closet table. they’ve just kissed. “something stronger.”

as he reaches the bar, he finds grian there, bottle in hand and looking as bad as scott feels. his wings are massive compared to the fledgling size they usually are on the life servers.

“evening.” scott says. 

“hey.” grian’s voice is flat and he’s looking at something. scott follows his gaze at his eyes land on scar, talking animatedly to mumbo.

scott sits on the barstool next to grian. he orders a beer then says, “you too then, huh.”

“yep.” grian says. “who is it for you?”

“probably the two in the strongest relationship on this server.” scott says, nodding in thanks to the bartender and taking his drink.

“shit.” grian says sympathetically.

“doesn’t look like you have it much better.” scott says. 

grian gives a humourless laugh. “oh, definitely not. god, why do I fall for the most unattainable people.”

“i’ll drink to that.” scott raises his bottle. 

grian clanks his own bottle against scott’s. 

“this,” pearls voice says. “is a very, very sad sight.”

“oh, leave us be.” grian says as scott takes a gulp of beer. 

“let us wallow in self pity. as a treat.” scott says. his thoughts are starting to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“hear, hear.” grian agrees, who, by the looks of it, is also starting to get a bit drunk. his eyes are slightly crossed.

scott watches as tango spins jimmy around. they’re both laughing, their eyes crinkled up, smiles wide. they’re everything.

“-cott? scott!” 

scott starts a little and looks up at pearl. “hi.”

“you were just zoned out.” pearl frowns. “did you hear anything I said?”

“no.” scott says.

“I said that if you two carry on drinking like this, you’ll not be able to remember the past year.” she says appraisingly.

“ good .” scott says and takes another drink. 

“you’re meant to be running an empire when you get back.” pearl says. 

“oh, I don’t care .” scott waves a hand clumsily. 

“yeah, let the man be sad in peace.” grian says. 

“you shouldn’t be drinking either.” pearl rounds on him. “remember what happened last time?”

“no one cares how many eyes I have.” grian says, slurring his words ever so slightly. “it was fine . everyone’s here, aren’t they?”

“honestly..” pearl mutters. “fine, you two drink yourselves to death, i’m going to the snack bar.”

scott shrugs and returns his gaze to jimmy and tango. the song has changed, and now they’re stood and talking to scar.

scott grins. “hey, they’re talking to each other.” he elbows grian.

“do you reckon we can make ‘em jealous by, like..” grian trails off, frowning. “what can we do?”

“we could dance together.” scott suggests. 

grian takes another drink and spills a bit on his jumper. “can you dance?”

“no.” scott scoffs. “who cares?”

“I like your style.” grian nods at him.

scott slides off his barstool with less grace than he’d prefer, leaving his drink on the bar. he offers grian his hand. “shall we?”

grian’s grin is lopsided. “we shall.”

what they quickly learn is that, whilst they’re bad at dancing at the best of times, they are abysmal when drunk. they stumble, and crash into each other, and grian has smacked scott with one of his wings at least 3 times, and it’s so much fun. 

them both being drunk definitely helps, but after a minute they’re nearly collapsing with laughter, their original purpose almost completely forgotten.

almost completely forgotten.

as the second song fades out, scott spots scar moving towards the bar, a very miserable expression on his face. 

scott leans in to grian. “call scar over to dance.” it’s not quite a whisper, but it was meant to be. 

grian turns around, his grin widening as he sees scar. 

“scar!” he waves, jumping up and down. “scar, come dance with us!” 

scar’s expression visibly changes to excitement in a second, and he quickly walks over, almost disregarding his cane.

“yay!” grian hugs scar once he reaches them. 

“oh, hello.” scar chuckles. when grian stands back again, scar surveys him. “you’re drunk?”

“very drunk.” grian giggles. “I missed you!”

“aww.” scott grins. “you two are the best couple.”

“we’re, uhm. not- not a couple.” scar’s face is bright red.

scott frowns. are they not? he definitely remembers something about them dating. or was it them liking each other? it’s a bit fuzzy. “really? you should be.”

“yeah we should.” grian nods. “you’re handsome.”

“I- you- um. what?” scar stammers.

“can I kiss you?” grian asks. 

scott doesn’t reckon he’s seen a man look more flustered than scar does right now.

“you’re- but you’re drunk, you might regret it.” scar manages.

“well that depends on if you love me too.” grian says. 

“I- god, you - really ?” scar says. 

“I need a yes or no.” grian says. “to both.”

“yes.” scar says. “yes, to- to both.”

grian doesn’t waste any time. he grabs the collar of scar’s shirt, pulls him down and kisses him. they kiss for just enough time for it to have embarrassed scott if he was sober, before grian pulls away.

“i’m gonna go now, plan worked.” grian tells scott.

scott grins. “oh yeah.” 

“plan- what?” scott hears scar say as grian and he walk off, towards the door.

scott moves back over to the bar. jimmy and tango are dancing again, so his part of the plan obviously didn’t work. ah well, one out of two ain’t bad. is that how the saying goes?

he orders another beer, starts to watch jimmy and tango again, and..

well, that’s where everything goes fuzzy. the alcohol starts to get the better of him, and he can’t seem to keep everything straight (ha). 

one minute he’s at the bar, the next he’s by jimmy and tango, and the next..

—-

scott’s skull has been smashed in with a hammer. it must have been — there’s no better explanation for how much it hurts. he registers the feeling of a duvet over him, and he’s definitely wearing less clothes than he last remembers. his shoes, hat and coat are gone, at least.

he opens his eyes, and luckily the room is dark enough for it not to make his headache worse. he still has to squint though. 

“christ alive.” he mutters. his throat is hoarse and scratchy when he speaks. “what even..” he turns over and nearly jumps out of his skin. 

next to him, is jimmy’s face, looking worriedly at him.

“jesus-!” scott scrambles back slightly, then winces as his head throbs in protest.

“sorry, sorry.” jimmy says, stepping backwards hurriedly. “um. how are you feeling?”

“like someone’s cracked my head open.” he groans, sitting up. “what even happened?”

“you don’t remember?”

the door opens and tango walks in, turning the light on. the sudden light makes scott’s head feel even worse, and he scrunches up his eyes in protest.

however, after a second, he realises that there is red and black lipstick smudged on jimmy’s face and neck. with dawning horror, he looks over at tango to see his own lipstick smeared, with the unmistakable red of scott’s accompanying it.

“oh no.” scott mutters.

“you were,” tango grins as he sees scott’s face. “ extremely drunk last night. not that i’m complaining.”

**

scott decides he’s spent too much time sitting around, as he finishes his 3rd beer. he stands up, stumbling, and walks determinedly over to tango and jimmy. 

“i’m gonna be honest here,” scott says, startling the two a little. “you are the most handsome people i’ve ever met.”

“you-“ jimmy’s face goes pink. “um. thank you.”

“you’re kind.” tango chuckles, blushing. “are you drunk?”

“mm.” scott grins.

his thoughts are all sloshing around in his mind, but the only one he can grasp is that he really wants to kiss these two people.

it all goes a little blurry, and scott isn’t quite sure how it happens, but the next thing he knows he’s backed up against the wall, kissing jimmy. they both have smears of black lipstick on their necks.

scott pulls back from the kiss to mouth down the side of jimmy’s throat. jimmy makes a noise that’s somewhere between a sigh and a groan.

suddenly, he’s kissing tango, and his brain feels like mush. his legs turn to jelly as tango’s teeth graze his bottom lip, and he has to lean against the wall for support.

both jimmy’s and tango’s lips are on his neck now, and scott might be about to die. this theory is proved when he feels teeth against his skin and he practically collapses, groaning.

***

“oh, god .” scott buries his face in his hands. “i’m never getting drunk again.”

“you’re a good kisser.” tango smirks. “jimmy’d said, but I never knew how good.”

“why did you get so drunk?” jimmy asks, briefly glaring at tango. “you never really did before.”

“it’s stupid.” scott looks up again. “i’d spent the past few days avoiding you because i didn’t want to make a fool of myself, and then there was the party and you were dancing together and kissing and- ugh, I was jealous.”

“aw, you were jealous?” tango says. “oh my god, wait, that’s why you were avoiding us?”

“yes.” scott blushes. “it’s embarrassing now .” 

“you’re adorable.” jimmy grins. “what was up with you and grian then?”

“a series of drunken decisions.” scott says. “grian was at the bar when I was there, and we both got equally drunk, and decided to dance together on the off-chance it made you guys and scar jealous.”

“you did that on purpose?” tango exclaims. 

“it worked on you?” scott asks, surprised. “I thought it was just scar.”

“yeah, well.” tango is blushing. “he was the first to go to the bar. we assumed there was nothing between you after grian kissed scar.”

“I still consider that my finest idea.” scott says. “just how long have we been waiting for them to get together?” 

“too long.” jimmy shakes his head solemnly. 

“so, um. what does that make us?” tango asks.

“well, i mean,” scott says, suddenly nervous. “i’d like to be.. well, more than friends. only- only if you guys-“

“I think we’re okay with it.” jimmy says, looking to tango.

“yeah. definitely okay with it.” tango nods.

“boyfriends?” scott asks, failing to disguise his excitement.

“boyfriends.” 

—-

word, it seems, has gotten ‘round, and in the afternoon everyone meets up to discuss the happenings of the night prior. a few people look a bit hungover, but no one as much as scott and grian.

grian looks both proud and incredibly embarrassed, and he keeps pulling up the collar of his jumper. scar is wearing a turtleneck, talking to mumbo.

scott grins and walks up to him. “so, you guys had fun last night?”

grian huffs. “yeah, well. we were.. a little tired of pining.” his eyes land on something on scott’s neck. “looks like you did too.” he smirks.

“oh, that’s just from the makeup wipes.” scott says, but when he holds a hand against his neck, his fingers press on a bruise, making him hiss with pain. 

“i don’t think that’s makeup wipes.” grian smirks.

scott’s face burns. “oh my god.” he mutters, trying to pull his coat’s collar higher on his neck. with increasing horror, he glances behind him at tango and jimmy, and realises that they have very similar bruises on their own necks. 

grian cackles. “oh my god, did you not know?”

“it was- they were covered with makeup!” scott says, hurriedly feeling for any more, and finding at least 2 more. “the wipes- it usually makes the area sting a bit, I just thought-“

he turns around and gestures urgently for jimmy and tango to join him. they do, and scott hurriedly tells them. it gives him some reassurance that they’re as panicked as he is. jimmy ties his bandanna higher on his neck, and tango pulls his hood around his.

“oh, hey guys.” scar says cheerily, walking to them. he slips his hand into grian’s, who in turn blushes. “aw, you keep doing that.” scar grins, looking down at him.

“leave me alone, this is new.” grian says.

“what do we say to scott for getting you together?” scott grins, thankful for the change in topic.

grian rolls his eyes. “thank you.” he drones. 

“I still can’t quite believe you’ve liked me this whole time.” scar says. “like, it’s been-“

“years.” scott, tango and jimmy finish in unison. 

“you all knew ?” grian exclaims.

“you think you were subtle?” tango says. “the only people who didn’t know were you guys.”

grian scoffs and looks up at scar. “can you believe this?”

scar shrugs. “yes. I didn’t realise you were my soulbound until the second time you dropped dripstone on my head.” he laughs as grian slaps his arm. “well you asked!”

“how did you guys get together then?” grian asks.

scott feels himself blush. “well. I don’t really remember how .”

“you came up to us, drunk as anything, and called us ‘the most handsome people’ you’d ever met.” tango grins.

“then you started talking about how much you wanted to kiss us.” jimmy adds. “it sounded more like you were just voicing your thoughts, actually.”

“oh, kill me now.” scott buries his face in his hands. 

“and then-“

“no, I remember that bit quite well.” scott says quickly.

grian laughs. “oh, i’m sure you do.”

“shut up.” scott says. “don’t think I didn’t notice scar’s turtleneck; you usually have to tell him to put his shirt on every ten seconds.”

“alright, alright, i’m sure both of you got a nice amount of hickeys.” cleo’s voice cuts through, embarrassingly loud. “you don’t have to compete, it’s okay.”

“ cleo .” grian hisses, pink again.

“oh, come on, you five are the topic of the server!” cleo grins. “i’ve won so much money since yesterday, it’s amazing. so please, keep talking incredibly obviously about you making out last night.” 

“I did tell you not to get so drunk.” 

scott yelps in shock, jumping sideways. pearl has just appeared next to him.

“jesus!” scott says.

pearl laughs. “it is not hard to overhear you.”

“i’d say it was worth it.” tango says to scott. 

“i’m just hoping you don’t have to be drunk to do that again.” jimmy smirks.

scott turns bright pink. “I can’t believe I fell for you two.”

“but you did~” jimmy singsongs. 

“oh, I really did.” scott smiles. he nudges jimmy. “I never knew you had a thing for ice wizards.”

“oh shut up.” jimmy blushes. “it’s a coincidence .”

“someone has a type~” tango teases, in the same tone as jimmy.

“I do not .” jimmy protests. 

“is it the blue hair?” scott says.

“I reckon it’s the blue hair.” tango nods. 

“you were blonde when I started dating you.” jimmy reminds him.

“yeah, and I wasn’t an ice wizard when you first dated me .” scott says. “it just happens.”

“hey, maybe jimmy doesn’t have a type, maybe he just bestows ice powers onto whoever he dates.” tango says.

“ooh, yeah!” scott says. “I already had the blue hair, maybe that just comes with the ice.”

“ guys .” jimmy says. “I don’t give people ice magic when I date them.” 

“aw, really?” tango whines. “but that’d be- mmph!”

jimmy has interrupted him by kissing him. “shush about the ice magic.” he says.

tango blushes. “yep, will do.” 

scott laughs. “i hope you do, though. maybe i’ll get the magic again, that was fun.”

jimmy makes an annoyed noise, before grabbing the collar of scott’s shirt and kissing him, hard. scott’s brain short-circuits, and now all he can think is how much he missed kissing jimmy.

“I think you’ve effectively shut both of them up.” grian’s voice says from a distant world that isn’t this kiss.

jimmy pulls back, grinning. 

“jesus.” scott mutters to himself.

“hear hear.” tango agrees.

grian bursts out laughing. “oh my god, you guys are made for each other.”

scott doesn’t know how he got so lucky.

#writing is fun #I like writing #flower ranchers #rancher duo #flower husbands #trafficshipping #ft. #scarian #wow omg #who’d have thought #tw alochol #tw suggestive #trafficblr #hoax writes

[strawberry-cowmilk]

♡ don't stop dancing ♡

-> asmodeus x mc

a/n: so, somehow the old version got labeled as mature. I like this fic so here's a 'censored' version with less swearing and other vulgarities!! ♡♡

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: reverse comfort, crying, insecurity

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It's a nice distraction, you know? Going out, talking to friends, forgetting why you were sad last night. Was it because your favorite eyeshadow sold out? Maybe you messed an assignment up? It was an important one after all. Did you realise nobody you've been with ever truly loved you? They just thought you're a cute score, a doll. Or did you secretly hate yourself, the shell that is the way you look isn't pretty enough to fool others into thinking you're not messed up underneath? Who cares, right? You have an audience, everyone you know (and, well, those you don't). Don't you dare make them worried for you! Leave them with a smile!

Oh, don't misunderstand. You're not manipulating anyone! Your toxically positive image is technically not a lie. It's still you, but without any flaws. But you have hard days too, you know? Sometimes you vent just a tiny bit of that cooped up frustration and feel terrible afterwards. It's just who you are, but you can't stop dancing, so pull yourself together and smile for the camera! Devilgram's gonna love this! You look so beautiful!

How many times have you felt so bad and unloved you impulsively went clubbing several nights in a row? With the pure intention to find somebody who's willing to spend the night with you? Just to quench your thirst of your messed up image of love. Honestly, who wouldn't pass up a chance to be with you! You're so pretty! But honey, deep down, you know that's not love. But, you've become the perfect identity, somebody should take a bite of you, right? What was all the work for otherwise? And then the same somebody makes you leave their place at dawnbreak. Then you walk back home in shame, only to repeat the cycle again. Ah, don't forget the times you were convinced you were totally over an ex, only to miss them again five minutes later. One day, enough will be enough. How much longer can you play the actor? What if somebody sees right through you? What if the facade crumbles? Actually, nevermind. You know it's too much when you're leaning against your bathtub in your grandiose bathroom, crying your eyes out.

It's not unusual for Asmo to stay in his bathroom for hours, but this time, you couldn't help but worry. Maybe the average person couldn't notice, but you could tell he was acting a little off for a while. Perhaps Lucifer noticed too. It might be a bad idea, given how much your stomach fluttered. Still, you knocked on the door regardless. 'Hey, are you okay in there?' you could faintly hear some shuffling and running water before the demon replied. 'Yes, everything's okay! The bath temperature just isn't right yet.' No, something was definitely wrong. Asmodeus always calls you some sort of pet name when you suddenly show up. Also, he always takes a bath first when he enters the bathroom. Considering the demon's been in there for hours already, it would be odd if he went in the bath now. You pursed your lips briefly before knocking again.

'Can I come in?'

'No need, All is good!'

'I just want to see you.'

'Mc! You can wait for me to leave the bathroom if you miss me so much!'

'It's not that, I just want to check if you're alright.'

'No need, hon!'

'Asmo, I'm coming in, okay?'

'...'

Just as you thought, something has happened here. There wasn't even water in the tub, just some splashed on the floor in front of the sink. The mirrors were covered with towels, robes and clothes. When you looked Asmo in the eyes, you saw the redness around his amber irises, and slight the dampness of his lashes, yep, he was crying earlier. You sat down on the edge of the tub, patted the spot next to you and waited for Asmo to join you. His shoulders were all stiff and his smile was forced: you caught him doing things he didn't think the world should know. Why didn't he send you away, though? One time Solomon walked in on Asmo using a smile trainer and he flung a vase at the sorcerer, making him leave.

'So, is everything okay?' the avatar of lust asked innocently, oh the irony. You carefully placed your hand over his. 'Asmo, are you okay?' That was when something in him shattered, like a glass cup colliding with the floor. He stared at you with widened eyes before clinging onto you, letting the sobs shake his body. Had he so desperately waited for somebody to ask him that? To 'save' him? The sudden change in mood took you by surprise, but you gently embraced the demon back, letting your fingers trail up and down his spine. Asmodeus held you when you were upset and cried, now you're doing the same for him.

'Mc, it was never okay! Not even back in the Celestial Realm!' He coughed a little before continuing. 'I was praised for my beauty, but I wasn't even the best there! But it was all I had. I ignored all my problems to make them think I'm beautiful inside and out...' Asmo squeezed you a little closer to himself, as if using you to hide behind. You carefully played with a lock of his hair in an attempt to comfort him. '...and then, and then after we fell, it became worse. I'm literally a monster now, Mc! I'll never even be pretty! I'm a fraud! Nobody cares about me, nobody loves me!' That was when the uncontrollable sobs came back. Honestly, you were fighting a couple of tears yourself. To have Asmodeus be so open with you, is it because he trusts you so much or because nobody else bothered to check on him?

'Hey, listen to me.' you spoke gently after the demon was cried out. 'You are more than just how you look, or what others think of you.' You tried to look him in the eyes, but he was hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Asmo couldn't believe his ears. His whole life he's been reduced to seeing himself as an accessory. Won't others hate him if he was vulnerable? Or think he's a burden? Right now his face is all red and puffy, if he showed you this 'ugly' side of himself, would you leave him?Reluctantly, Asmo pulled himself away from you, and stared right into your gaze. You didn't run, or look disgusted or anything. You just smiled. Are you proud of his little act of bravery? 'Mc, you're really sweet. Thank you.'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #gn!mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me angst #obey me reverse comfort #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc

[crplpunkklavier]

obsessed with how klavier's canon timeline just fully makes no sense.

his trial against phoenix is his first, right. at this point, the gavinners are already famous enough to perform expensive concerts, due to their debut single hitting platinum overnight. we don't know when this happened, just that it had to be before the gramarye trial, because klavier talks about it there. ok.

when kristoph talks to him before the trial, in the flashback, we briefly see klavier's office, that already seems to have guitars all over the wall. that's not necessarily an inconsistency, it just means that even before he ever went to court, klavier had that office, and enough money to cram it full of guitars, which also suggests they aren't necessarily like a carefully curated collection, but were in fact just some 16~17 year old guy who just got a lot of money and bought 50 guitars at once in some sort of teenage frenzy.

we also don't know when exactly he took the bar exam, only that he took it in europe. obviously, it was before that first trial, so he might have even been younger than 17, but we don't know.

my favorite part, though, is that he says that daryan was the first detective he'd ever worked with, which can also mean a number of really weird things. clearly, the gavinners existed before klavier started prosecuting, so,

either he knew daryan before daryan was a detective, and they started the band together and then both also started into their law enforcement lives, in which case its hilariously strange of klavier to say that he was the first detective he ever worked with. like, i guess, but you also knew him when you were in high school.

or the gavinners existed without daryan for a short time, which seems unlikely, but would also be really funny given they had a platinum hit without this dude then. and then klavier starts working with a detective and is like hey you should join my glam rock band. yeah youve heard of us

or klavier worked with him on a case he just didnt prosecute, either because it didnt go to trial, or maybe he worked on it for school or something, which then implies that either daryan somehow made detective before he hit 20, or daryan is SEVERAL years older than klavier. which, according to canon ages, he is not. they're the same age. but maybe daryan pretends to be 5 years younger or something. wouldn't put it past him. or he pretended to be older with a fake ID so they'd let him into the force (also hilarious). because we know daryan didn't study abroad, since he canonically has never left the country.

and then lastly there's the fact that it is heavily implied that klavier just.... stopped prosecuting after the gramarye trial. or at least the judge hadn't seen him around in a while, and klavier doesn't deny that he was absent, allegedly because his band got so big. we're made to believe that he only returns once he hears of apollo, and yet his office looks the exact same, as far as we can see in pictures. which once again leaves us with two possibilities: klavier's office was left completely untouched for 7 years, or he moved out of there after one trial, and then came back 7 years later and decided, yep, i should put my guitars up again the exact same way i did when i was 17.

there's also a thousand other ways of reading all this really. i honestly think this was all just the writers sort of winging it, and it's not like the mason system doesn't fully fuck up the timeline in that game anyway, so i don't think any of these are any more or less canon than others. they're just fun theories to play around with. what the fuck was this guy doing.

#imco #???? #aa4 is SO SO clever and precise in places and then in other places youre like #youre picking up the edge of a rug and find that they swept a full cosmos under there #ace attorney

[hexpea]

Ch. 6 - A Sudden Realization

"Look here!" You pointed toward a spot on the file laid out on Satoru's desk. The two of you were standing in the faculty room and going over your technique's mechanics. "It tells us exactly how to use it! What luck?!"

"Wow, wish we would've seen that yesterday," Satoru chuckled and briefly read over the instructions, leaning over his desk in order to read. "Seems a lot like my infinity in a way... Well, give it a shot!" He encouraged, backing up to give you space to concentrate.

The file went over the various aspects of your technique, just on the pages you neglected to read the day before. Figures, huh? In the case of your corporealization, all you had to do was channel cursed energy. Similar to Satoru's infinity ability, you had to channel it at all times to maintain your physical presence. It would take some concentration at first, but should become second nature with time.

Slowly and steadily, you did what you could to channel the energy around you. After a few prolonged seconds of concentration, you suddenly began to feel a bit of weight to your body. Delicately, you planted your feet firmly on the ground as your transparency slowly wore off. Looking down at your body, you slowly watched as your flesh became real in front of you. You looked up at Satoru with excitement as you became fully opaque. 

"Look at you!" Satoru laughed happily as you observed your new state of being. "How do you feel?"

You contemplated it for a moment. "Starving!" You declared.

At the same moment, Suguru walked in with quite a somber look on his face. "Want to go get some lunch?" He asked on the spot, bringing a smile to his face the moment he saw you.

"What? It's almost time for the afternoon session!" Satoru whined at his co-teacher. 

"You'll cover for me, right, Satoru?" Suguru grinned at his best friend and walked over to you. "Wow, you did it," he lightly grabbed your upper arm to make sure you were actually flesh and bone in front of him.

"Yep!" You smiled happily. "It was honestly so easy, I'm a little embarrassed I didn't figure it out sooner."

"So...lunch? On me?" Suguru repeated his offer, raising an eyebrow in anticipation of your answer. You nodded almost immediately.

The two of you began to walk out of the faculty room, you following Suguru. "Hey, c'mon, Suguru!" Satoru whined again.

"I owe you!" Suguru assured him without looking back. You giggled at their interaction and continued following Suguru out the door.

"Where are we gonna' go?" You asked, happily walking beside Suguru; and this time with your feet on the pavement. 

"There's a nice spot down the street," he noted, "it has some of the best zaru soba in town." He looked over at you with a very assured look.

"Oh!" You noted. "I remember that being a friend's favorite."

"Remember?" Suguru asked, turning the corner to an alleyway where there were a few tiny restaurants. 

You nodded in response. "Ever since reading some of my files, I've had a few 'flashes' come into mind. It's interesting, like coming back to me in separate puzzle pieces." 

"Oh, great," Suguru tried his best to sound happy. After learning what he knew from his grandfather's journal, he almost wanted to prevent you from remembering. He didn't want you to remember any sort of pain. 

The two of you strolled into one of the tiny restaurants. It looked to be run by an older couple, an older man behind the cooking and the wife to care for the customers. It was a quaint place, worn in quite well from years of loyal customers. Suguru ordered for the two of you as you agreed to enjoy the zaru soba together. You sat across from one another and enjoyed company, sipping on warm tea as you waited for the dishes to arrive. 

Suddenly a song came on the old radio that sat in the corner. The radio itself looked as old as the couple and you certainly recognized it from your past. It was similar to the one your family had growing up.

"No way," you sat up at attention as you heard the familiar tune float through your ears.

"What?" Suguru hesitantly sat up with you, looking around to see if he could see what you were referring to.

"I know this song!" You said happily. "I remember hearing it on the radio while getting ready for school in the mornings!"

Suguru's face paled, yet another memory. They seemed to be coming back to you like a flood. "Oh, yeah?" He asked, hesitantly curious.

You began to sing along with some of the lyrics, swaying back and forth to the beautiful melody. "It's Otomaru-san! It came out during my first year of high school. The melody is so...hypnotizing and beautiful. I loved it." You continued swaying along with as the notes from the flute sang out loud and clear. When you closed your eyes you almost felt like you were in a fairy tale.

"You know this song?" The older woman's voice was weak, but she smiled happily as she set the soba in front of you. 

"Oh yes, one of my favorites," you nodded and thanked her for the meal while you were at it. 

"My, my, how interesting. This song came out when I was just a little girl. It makes me want to go to the ocean," she gave a nearly toothless grin. "Enjoy," she lightly bowed and left the two of you to eat. 

Suguru was nearly silent, so interested in who you were and why you somehow seemed so familiar at the same time. After a moment of watching you eat, he joined in.

"It's so good," you nearly cried, mouthful of noodles. "I've missed eating so much!"

"I can imagine," Suguru chuckled. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

You slurped down the noodles that you had and wiped your mouth. "Suguru," your voice was soft. He stopped eating as soon as you said his name and looked up at you, this time his turn to have a mouthful of noodles. He swallowed before you continued speaking. "You're really sweet," your tone was incredibly endearing that it made a bit of pink rush to his cheeks.

"A-ha," he awkwardly cleared his throat as if you had caught him off guard with the compliment, "thank you. You're sweet, too."

You gave a warm smile in return and continued eating your noodles. 

You finished out the day with Suguru by watching him teach the last of his afternoon class. You never made it to your graduation so all of the content was new.  Before you knew it, you were back at his apartment for the evening.

You had brought back all of your files again, specifically the one on your family and the one on your graduating class. You wanted to look at the photos again to see if you could spark any more bits of your memory. 

"What was your grandfather like?" You asked Suguru as the two of you looked through the pages of the 1934 folder. 

"I actually don't know," he answered, leaning back on the couch lazily. He had on lounge wear -- a simple, white t-shirt and gray sweat pants. He let his hair down for the day. You were surprised by how long that it was, draping down to his mid-back. It didn't look it when up in it's bun, though you had accidentally seen it down in the shower the day before. "He passed away a few months before I was born, coincidentally enough."

"Oh..." your chest suddenly hurt. You couldn't remember much, but you did know that he was your classmate and you cared for him at least as a friend. "How old?"

Suguru thought on this one for a moment, looking up at the ceiling. "Seventy-two, I believe," he said, but then wanted to confirm by whispering his mental math out loud. "Nineteen eighteen minus 1990... Yeah, 72."

"Wow, good for him," you smiled. You were happy to know that he at least lived his life fulfilled. The man had a grandson so he was clearly loved. Something about it made you feel bittersweet, but you just couldn't figure out why. 

#geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x reader #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru getou x you #suguru getou x y/n #suguru getou x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru #suguru getou #geto suguru #suguru geto

[randomwritingguy]

The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 24

MEETING THE MATRIARCH

Y/N’S POV

The room is silent.

My mind is silent.

Everything is silent.

Good.

Sitting in my all-too-familiar meditation position, I empty my mind. I leave all the worrying and stressful thoughts that I have been feeling these past few days. I let it all go.

Ba Sing Se.

The Lower Rings.

The Temple.

The prison.

And the Earth Queen.

I let it all flow out of my mind like a river. Moment by moment, I feel the crushing weight on my body slowly be lifted until I feel I can fly to the skies like an Air Bison.

Taking one deep breathe and exhaling, I complete the process.

Peaceful and liberating.

In perfect timing, immediately after I finish my meditation I hear the light taps on the door of the small confined room.

“Come in.”

The sound of the creaking door opening brings me fully back into reality. I hear the slight soft taps of feet onto the metal floor.

“We’ve arrived at Zaofu.”

Ah, good.

Opening my eyes, I am greeted by the sight of Asami by the door. She has a smile on her red lips.

“Great!” I respond cheerfully. Rising from my position, I walk towards her. “Let’s go and find this airbender.”

Not too long after we escaped Ba Sing Se, we got a call from the radio about the report of another airbender in a city called Zaofu, home of a so-called Metal Clan. I’ve personally never heard of it, but I am curious. Not just curious of its name but the look of uneasiness and nervousness Chief Beifong had on her face whenever it was brought up. Despite her denials, I feel like she has had some history with the city.

Before I can walk past her, however, Asami places a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Of course.” I tell her with genuine behind it. I meant it. “I’m fine.”

To my surprise, her left eyebrow arches upwards in an interrogative gaze. “Have you told Korra and Mako yet?”

She doesn’t specify. She doesn’t have to.

“Not yet. Now isn’t the right time.”

“You have to tell them eventually.”

“I know.” I huff out. “Just not yet.”

Before Asami can retort my attempts at ending the conversation, I hear the incoming steps and then see Korra walking to us.

“Y/N, Asami? You guys all right?”

“Yep!” The black-haired woman confirms with excitement. “Just letting Y/N know we arrived.”

“We’re good.” I tell her with a smile. “Let’s go find this airbender.”

With a nod, Korra walks off and, after a quick glance at each other, Asami and I do the same.

I will tell them. I will. Just not now.

When we finally reach to the intricate stairway just outside of the exit of the airship, I notice Lin still sitting down and looking completely uninterested.

“Are you coming?” I ask her, gesturing to the staircase.

Beifong looks away. “What's there to see? It's metal. Big whoop. Just find the airbender and let's get moving. Don't tell anyone I'm here.”

Huh? She doesn’t want anyone to know she’s here?

“Why not?” Korra asks with curiosity.

The question only seems to enrage Beifong, as she points to us. “I don't need to explain myself to you. Just do what I say.”

Hm. Rude.

“Fine.” Korra retorts with annoyance as she rolls her eyes. “You got it, Chief Crankypants.”

Stepping out of the airship, I notice we landed on one big landing pad of the city. Surrounding the pad, there are mountains of greenery towering over us like giants.

Before I can examine the scenery even further, we are greeted by a man in fine robes of grassy green and sun-like yellow and two escorts. The man has dark skin with piercing emerald eyes and a snow-white short beard. I notice he is wearing some sort of gold jewellery attached on the left of his nose to his left ear lobe.

“Avatar Korra.” He greets with kindness. “It is an honour to meet you. I am Aiwei.”

He bows to us and Korra bows back in humbling respect. “Thanks for having us.”

After the formal greeting, Aiwei gesture to the rest of us. “Is this everyone?”

Ah. Shit. Beifong wants us to lie. Great.

Korra looks briefly back at us, seemingly conflicted as I am, before she looks back at Aiwei. “Yup. Just us. So, can I meet the new airbender?”

“Of course.” He responds. “Right this way.”

He guides us to a tram and it sends us off to the city in a remarkable speed. When we get closer to Zaofu, I am amazed by its beauty. It’s completely made of metal! That’s amazing! The city is full of blinding silver and green! It’s remarkable!

We pass by a statue of…wait, is that-

“That statue honours the first metalbender, Toph Beifong, who expanded the possibilities of what benders were capable of.” Aiwei clarifies as if he read my thoughts. “Here, everyone is encouraged to reach his, or her, highest potential.”

Wow, really? That sounds perfect! Much better than the Earth Queen’s dictatorship.

At the mention of his hero, Bolin gets all excited. “Does Toph live here? Are we going to get to meet her?”

Oh, crap! Are we actually going to meet her?! THE Toph Beifong?!

“I’m afraid not.”

Oh.

“She would visit from time to time, but years ago she left to wander the world, in search of enlightenment” he further clarifies. “No one has seen her since.”

Oh…I didn’t think Toph seemed the kind of person who would do something like that. I can’t imagine myself doing that.

We eventually reach to the end of the tram’s journey at the edge of the city, and I see big, bold, and powerful buildings with their own intrinsic and unique designs.

“Wow.” Korra lets out, sounding like the sight has stolen her breathe away. “Is this where the airbender lives?”

“Yes.” Aiwei confirms. “But first, her mother wants to meet you.”

Her mother?

Our guide walks us to one of the buildings and upon entering we see a group of metalbenders doing some sort of performance. Four of them shoot up metal cables that launch them into the air before landing on metal petals that the other four bent upward for their partners. When they land, the flower closes only to open with all the dancers in magnificent poses.

Woah.

“Is this some kind of training?” my best friend asks with confusion.

“Not exactly, they are rehearsing for a dance premiere next month.”

Dancing? Hm. Fair enough. The performance was very impressive. I didn’t know metalbending could be used like that before.

My thoughts are interrupted with the sound of clapping and I see the source. From the back of her, she appears to be middle aged with short grey hair, with there being a little loose lock of hair on her right.

“That’s it for today everyone.” She tells the dancers, her voice containing a hint of pride.

When she finally begins approaching us, I get a good look at her. She, too, has emerald eyes with crimson reds similar to Asami’s.

“Allow me to introduce the matriarch of the Metal Clan, Suyin.”

“Please, call me Su.” The woman humbly replies, pressing her fist into her palm as a greeting. “Great to finally meet you, Avatar Korra.”

She then turns to the rest of us. “And this must be Mako, Bolin, Asami, and Y/N.”

What?! She knows our names?!

“You know our names?” I ask her, completely bewildered.

“I make it my business to know who's visiting my city.” She clarifies with confidence. Her voice contains power.

“So, you’re a dancer.”

In response to Korra’s statement, Suyin begins counting with her fingers. “Dancer. Leader. Wife. Mother. Collector of rare meteorites. You'll find people here have many skills and interests.”

Damn! So much responsibilities. This place really does seem like a paradise.

Aiwei whispers something into Suyin’s ear and I immediately sense the shift in the atmosphere. Her eyes widen and begins looking at us with suspicion and unhappiness. “Korra, why did you lie when Aiwei asked if there was anyone else with you?”

WHAT?!

My jaw drops slightly while Bolin slaps a hand to his mouth.

How…how did she?

After trying and failing to stutter out yet another lie, she finally gives up. “How did you know I was lying?”

“I’m a truth seer.” Aiwei tells all of us plainly and with sternness. “When people lie, their heart rate and breathing increase. I can sense the most subtle of changes.”

“Thanks to Aiwei, there are no secrets in the city.” Suyin adds on proudly with the same level of stern as her companion.

I frown slightly at the revelation and the confidence radiating from the two.

No secrets?

I mean, sure, some secrets can be bad and harmful but…that seems very controlling. Too controlling. What counts as “secrets” to Suyin and Aiwei? Only secrets that can harm Zaofu or any and every secret in the city like one struggling with their experiences from their past? Part of me doesn’t want to know the answer.

After Suyin’s explanation, Korra relents with sorrow. “We came with Republic City's Chief of Police. She didn't want anyone to know she was here. I'm sorry I didn't tell you.”

Instead of an outraged response from the matriarch, much to my shock I see surprise and excitement paint across Suyin’s face. “Lin's here? Well, I would love to say hello.”

Wait, Suyin knows Chief Beifong? How?

Korra speaks out my, and probably the others’, thoughts. “Wait, you two know each other?”

“You’re joking, right?”

We all stare at her with neutrual expressions. The awkwardness is unbearable. Eventually, I speak up. “I’m afraid not.”

Again, Suyin surprises me. The excitement that once covered her face is now replaced with hurt and sadness. “Lin never told you about me.”

What?”

“No. Why would she?”

I can’t possible predict what Suyin is about to say.

“I’m Lin’s sister.”

WHAT THE FUCK?!

TIME SKIP

We’re back on the airship, all staring at Lin who is gazing out of the window.

“It all makes sense now why you didn’t want to come.” I tell her. “You never told us you had a sister.”

Beifong barely reacts. She just turns around and crosses her arms, frown present. “Half-sister.”

“Same mum, different dads, so what?” Suyin shrugs off. She places a hand above her heart. “We're blood, Lin, and after thirty years, the least you could do is say "hello.”

Wait, THIRTY YEARS?!

“You guys haven’t spoken in three decades?” I let out quite loudly, revealing my shock. “Why?”

“Ask her, I’ve tried.” The matriarch bitterly replies.

This sparks a fiery rage within the Police Chief, as she points at her sister. “Oh, don't put that on me. You're the one who tore our family apart.”

This is getting even more confusing. Suyin tore the Beifong family apart? What?!

Again, Suyin continues to surprise me. Instead of denying her sister’s accusations or display sympathy, she just lets out a smug and sarcastic reply. “And you've done a bang up job keeping it that way.”

Her not denying Lin’s claims and treating this like a joke rubs me the wrong way. This family argument is bringing back memories I washed away.

“The next time we talk, you better tell us you are not joining the Air Nation. If not, don’t contact or visit us ever again.”

Something happened between the two sisters and they haven’t spoken for decades because of that. Could this happen to me? Will I not see my parents again for thirty years if I choose to be an Air Nomad?

I may have my new family, Team Avatar, that I can always rely on but…my parents. I’ve known them my whole life. The change isn’t going to be easy, that’s for sure.

After that bitter reunion between the two Beifong sisters, Suyin proceeded to show us her home and family. She showed us an open field with massive metal columns that acted as some sort of barriers for a disk to ricoche off. The players were her two youngest, Wei and Wing, where apparently they made their very own game. Quite impressive thing they made, I’ll give them that. We were then guided to an area of unique structures made by one of her other children called Huan. He seems…interesting. He didn’t even turn to greet us and only did so when Bolin called one of his its bananas (which, to be fair, it totally did). I can barely hold back my snickers when Huan got pissed at him.

And finally, the one and only airbender.

We walk towards a girl reading some sort of book, sucked into the contents’ reality. From what I can see, she seems to be around our age. She wears tidy green robes and has short black hair.

“And this is my daughter, Opal.”

Opal? A neat name.

At the sound of her name, she rips her attention away from her book and turns her gaze towards us. Just like her mother and aunt, she has emerald eyes that scream nothing but innocent joy.

“Wow, Avatar Korra.” Opal exclaims, her voice high and excited. “I can't believe you're here. You are so amazing.”

“It’s great to see you, Opal.” Korra greets her, just as excited.

I join in too. “It is nice to meet you.”

“Opal?” Bolin enters, sounding surprised. “That’s a beautiful name.”

Huh?

Then, in response to the earthbender’s compliments, I see young Beifong blush slightly and pushes some hair behind her ear and lets out a shy “Thanks.”

Oh?

He then extends out his hand in a greeting gesute. “I’m Bolin.”

She takes his hand. “Opal. But, uh you already knew that.”

Her blush returns again, her cheeks even redder than before.

Ohhhhhhhh…

I nudge at Korra’s side and we lock eyes. I signal towards the two and a slight smirk form on her lips in a teasing matter.

Looks like Bolin has found himself in yet another romance. Well, if it does go anywhere, Opal seems far kinder than Eska was.

Our nice meeting is interrupted, however, much to the unsurprise of Chief Beifong who seems to be in a rush to leave. “Great. We've found the airbender. Let's take her back to the airship and get out of here.”

Geez. She doesn’t even address Opal as her niece, just “the airbender.” That’s cold.

Suyin, on the other hand, isn’t in that big of a rush. “And the woman apparently trying to abduct you is your aunt Lin.”

That makes Opal somehow even more excited than before. “Really? I've always wanted to meet you. My mom has told so many stories about you.”

And Lin? All she does is look away, arms crossed, and replied in a cold and annoyed tone. “I'm sure she has.” I glance back Opal and see hurt and confusion painted across her face and my heart aches with sympathy.

Suyin continues on. “So, I've set all of you up in the guesthouses while Korra trains Opal.”

Wait, what? Guesthouses?

Korra seems just as surprised as I am too. “Oh, I'm sorry. But I was hoping she could train with the rest of the airbenders at the Northern Temple.”

“That sounds amazing!” Opal exclaims at the sound of it all. I’m with her, it does sound amazing.

The matriarch, however, just brushes all of it off with sternness and confidence. “Nonsense. This is where Opal's home and family are. You can train her here.”

I frown slightly at the arrogance within her words. It reminds me all too well with my experiences with my parents and Eshah with her mother.

“With all due respect, Suyin,” I begin cautiously, choosing my next words very carefully, “but as much as Korra is very skilled with airbending, it isn’t all of the culture of the Air Nomads. Korra, knowledgeable as she may be, isn’t fully informed of the teachings of the culture. That is why it is more efficient and helpful if Opal is trained at the Northern Temple by a true Air Nomad along with others who can relate to her. I, too, have been gifted with airbending and I can assure you that Master Tenzin is an excellent teacher and mentor and the culture is magical. I’m sure your daughter would love it!”

As I finally conclude my speech, I glance at Korra and she gives me a smile and nod of approval. That’s good.

Then I glance back at Suyin and I see annoyance in her eyes.

“As I said, Zaofu is Opal’s home.” She responds sternly with a trace of irritation. “Korra will train her there. End of discussion.”

End of discussion? Just like that? She just brushed off my speech like it was nothing? Seriously?!

Anger swells within me and I clench my fists tightly. I huff out some air through my nose, equivalent to how an animal, and I nod slightly. “Very well.”

“Absolutely not!” Lin barks out. “We’re leaving!”

Oh shit, I almost forgot. This Zaheer guy and his friends. Beifong wants Korra back in Republic City at all costs.

Korra doesn’t seem fazed at all. “She's just a little worried because there's a bunch of crazy criminals after me.”

Heh, that’s one way to put it.

“If you're concerned about security, don't be.” Suyin assures all of us, her irritation and annoyance now faded away. “This is the safest city in the world.”

Safest city in the world? Really?

I glance at Lin and I see her roll of eyes. I can’t blame her. That statement from her sister really sounds arrogant.

“Now I'll see you all at dinner.” The matriarch continues. “And come hungry. My chef will blow the taste buds right out of your mouth.”

Welp, I guess we’re staying here for a while. I hope the food is as good as Suyin claims.

TIME SKIP

Credit where credit is good, the food IS as good as Suyin claimed.

It has been a few hours since we arrived at Zaofu. Whilst Korra was busy training Opal I was hanging out with Mako, Bolin, and Asami and just exploring the city. It really is a spectacle.

Now, I am sat in the dining hall with Team Avatar and the Beifong family in a long table that is shaped like an incomplete square. Korra is sat with Suyin and Lin at the end, Huan, Wei, and Wong on the left and Opal and the rest of the team opposite to them.

Right now, I’m just busy with my food. It really is THAT good. As for Bolin, I can hear him chatting with Opal. Them two seem to be REALLY getting along since they met. She is clearly crushing on him. Can’t say I blame her, Bolin is pretty amazing.

As for Suyin and Lin on the other hand…

“Five kids. What a nightmare.”

“No, no. My children are a blessing.”

“Yeah, mom used to say that too, but she never mant.”

Their bickering or, rather, Lin’s frequent criticism of her sister has been dragging the mood a bit. Suyin must have done something really serious to make Beifong this pissed.

Eventually, the conversation stirred towards our quest to find airbenders and the matriarch asked Korra if the search is going well.

“Honestly, not great.” My best friend responds bitterly. “We had to rescue a whole group of them from the Earth Queen.”

The mere mention of the monarch brings a look of disgust onto Suyin’s face. “Oh, she’s horrible. “She thinks she can just do whatever she wants.”

“Sounds familiar.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

I snort quietly at Lin’s comment. I mean, she isn’t wrong. No secrets in Zaofu? Suyin refusing Opal to leave the city? Sounds very controlling to me.

“I mean, the idea of even having a queen is so outdated.” Suyin continues on, not letting her older sister’s comments dismay her. “Don't you agree, Korra?”

Korra, not really sure how to respond, reluctantly responds. “I ... I haven't really thought about it too much.”

“Well, you should start.” The older woman tells her. “The world is evolving and the Earth Queen can evolve with it or step aside.”

An interesting opinion. An opinion I can somewhat understand and agree to a degree.

“I apologise for intruding.” I speak up, catching their attention. “But I agree to an extent. The idea of a Queen or King isn’t necessarily bad in my opinion. After all, Earth King Kuei’s reign had a positive affect on the kingdom from what I meant. However, the current leader is absolutely disgraceful from what I’ve seen. People like her shouldn’t be in charge. That is why I can see the merit in a council running a nation. The Republic City Council, despite its problems, had the right idea with its ambassadors before it was disbanded.”

With my second speech of the day concluded, I see a glint of pride in Suyin’s eyes. She seems impressed. Leaning slightly forward, she replies “That is very thoughtful, Y/N. It’s clear you have spent a lot of time thinking about the issue.”

I nod. “I have. My experiences with corrupt figures have left a bad taste in my mouth.”

Before the conversation can continue, however, a new voice enters the room.

“Sorry we're late, everyone.”

That voice…

I swing my direction to the right, and I see the infamous ocean eyes, wild black hair, and two thin short streaks of a moustache.

I hear Bolin’s excited gasp. “Varrick!”

What in the spirits is Varrick doing here? He’s supposed to be arrested! In jail! He tried to kidnap President Raiko!

Asami, sitting to my left, asks the question that is plaguing Team Avatar’s minds. “What are you doing here?”

“Great question, Asami.” The flamboyant businessman compliments with overconfidence. “I mean, what are any of us doing here? Wow, food for thought. Any who, how's our company doing?”

“You mean my company.” Asami corrects him. “Future Industries reverted back to me after you plotted to abduct the President.”

“Allegedly plotted to abduct the President.” Varrick counters with an attempt of gaslighting us. “Never convicted.”

…

Really?

“Uh, that’s because you escaped prison.” Mako points out in a slightly annoyed tone. Always the Detective.

“No, the universe decided to set me free.” The inventor counters yet again. His casual tone and legs on the metal table displaying his arrogance perfectly. “So, I looked up my old friend Suyin here, pitched her a few ideas, and bam! We're in business together.”

What?! SUYIN released him?! Why would she do this?

“Varrick's heading up my new technology division.” The matriarch clarifies. WHAT?!

Then, as always, Varrick starts becoming dramatic with his posture and voice. “I've seen the future, and the future is, magnets! I'm working on a high-speed rail that would revolutionize transportation and shipping as we know it. But that's not all, I'm-“

“-All right, that’s enough!” Lin snaps, slamming on the table with rageful strength and standing tall and proud. “I'm trying to keep the Avatar safe and you're harboring a criminal?”

I mean, yeah! Varrick is a criminal! He should be facing some punishment after what he’s done!

Suyin, however, does not see it that way. “Ease out, Lin. Sure Varrick's made a few mistakes in his past, but that doesn't mean he should pay for it for the rest of his life. My chef was a pirate, but now he's a culinary master. People change.”

Her explanation stirs frustration inside. My fists clench tightly.

Few mistakes? How can she simplify what Varrick did down to mistakes? He doesn’t even seem regretful over what he did at all!

Lin, now enraged, points at her sister. After letting out a bitter declaration of “You haven't.” she throws her chair aside and walks out of the dining room, ignoring Korra’s calling, and slams the door shut with her cables.

The room is silent for a few short moments. Then, a sigh emits from Suyin.

“I’m sorry.” Korra apologises, expressing her sympathy.

“It’s all right.” The matriarch responds. “Lin was always strict, even more so when she became a cop. I should have known she wouldn’t like giving people like Varrick second chances.”

I frown again at her words. Lin is “strict” for enforcing the law? What?!

The frustration within me reaches a boiling point and I can’t take it anymore. I speak up.

“To be fair, Lin does have a point.”

Every face turns to me, most of them with wide eyes. Suyin’s eyes, though, are narrowed.

“I’m sorry?” she asks.

My fists clench tighter. “Varrick has done more than “a few mistakes.” He blew up the Southern Water Tribe Cultural Center which could have gotten people hurt in an attempt to exacerbate the Civil War between the Northern and Southern Tribes, framed Mako for said bombing and got him arrested, and, as previously mentioned, attempted to kidnap the President of the United Republic of Nations. They are not “a few mistakes.” He should be imprisoned!”

“Hey!” The businessman exclaims in an offended tone. “Firstly, I owned that Cultural Centre! Can’t a guy blow up his own building? Secondly, Mako has forgiven me for all that framing fiasco! I mean, who wouldn’t? It’s me! And, thirdly, I allegedly tried to kidnap the president! Allegedly! Fourthly…uh, who are you again?”

I hear Mako mutter “No I haven’t” as a response to Varrick’s claims that the firebender had “forgiven” him. I then send the inventor a glare full of daggers right into his face. “None of your concern.”

“Y/N.” Suyin interrupts whilst revealing my name to the flamboyant man. “I understand that Varrick has done some bad stuff but, as I said, he shouldn’t face punishment for the rest of his life for it. He deserves a second chance.”

My anger boils hotter and hotter. Again, the dismissal of his crimes!

“Make no mistake, I believe in second chances.” I immediately reply with power. “But we have laws, courts, and prisons for a reason. To make sure crimes do not go unpunished. Varrick should face justice! The only reason he isn’t in a maximum security prison right now is because he has a smart mind and has deep pockets that can benefit anyone with power and influence, such as yourself.”

The accusation seems to have sparked anger in the matriarch that rivals that of her tense situation with her sister. I can feel the heat surrounding the atmosphere.

“You have no idea what you are talking about.” She retorts with anger. “I am doing this for the betterment of Varrick-

“-By making him the leader of your technology division?” I interrupt her, glaring at her with a fiery rage. “With a mind like his, I’m sure you will benefit immensely with his expertise. In these past few minutes you have dismissed his crimes like they’re nothing which is an insult to the people who have been affected! Varrick doesn’t even seem guilty of his actions at all! And you’re encouraging that mindset by giving him fancy robes, delicious meals, free roam of the city, and all the resources that can be used to his desire to invent something that will benefit you. This isn’t for the betterment of Varrick, this is for the betterment of yourself. For your ego!”

“Y/N!” Korra barks out.“That’s enough!”

What?!

I glance back at her and I see her eyes narrowed with rage. I glance at the others, and I see disapproving or neutral expressions but I can sense that they disagree with my claims.

Korra’s fine with this?! My friends are fine with this?! HOW?! This isn’t some noble act! This is an insult to the justice system! To the law! To fairness!

Pulling back my chair, I rise and place my cutlery onto the plate. “I have lost my appetite. Thank you for the food, it was delicious. Enjoy the rest of your dinner.”

I glare at Suyin, the matriarch glaring at me right back with her own fiery anger.

And then, in complete silence, I open and slam the door of the room and march away, leaving everyone else behind.

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And that's it! I hope you all enjoyed it!

Feedback is appreciated!

See you all in the next chapter! :D

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[elliot-needs-sleep]

The Library

Yes I know this like three months late but I owe this fic lmao, this one's for you @bruhhhh-huhhhhh

It was the same as it always was.

You were in the library, it was Tuesday night, meaning it was club night and everyone had decided on a creative writing exercise for this one.

"So what may we call you? It's a bit odd just saying 'The Librarian' whenever we speak." You had asked the ever shifting entity who had moved from behind the counter and was lounging in a bean bag chair with a notebook.

"Well, I have many names. But I think it would be fitting if you called me Elliot, it... has the right vibes, as you would say?" They looked up at you briefly, and you realized faintly that they're eyes were different colours, blue and brown, and their hair seemed to always shift back to brown and red. Like that was their preferred appearance.

You nodded briefly, grabbing a cookie from a tray, which 'Elliot' was very adamant about not making (which you were comforted by, considering you still had your suspicions on just what exactly they were).

---

"Hello again! What can I get for you this time?" 'Elliot' looked at you as if they were looking at your soul, and you blinked a few times before passing over a sheet of paper with your idea hastily scribbled on it.

"Oh, this one's new! Not many people request for this show, but it is definitely one of my favorites." They disappeared, before reappearing and handing over a book with a smile that was decidedly dangerous.

"Enjoy!"

---

You didn't know why your friend and The Librairan shared a name, and also had a similar personality, but you didn't want to question it. Lots of people are named Elliot, after all, but no one else besides him and The Librairan seemed to have the same way of staring straight through you, the same mannerisms, plus no matter how hard you had tried, your friend Elliot had always turned down your offers of coming to the library with you.

You felt like a conspiracy theorist at this rate, honestly, but you decided to give your roommate the benefit of the doubt. You really did not want to think of the fact that your landlord might be a member of the Fae.

---

"Elliot! How's the business going?" You had your hands behind your back, and they tilted their head at you with a grin.

"Oh, the usual. I just got back from... a vacation, so businessis a little slow. Are you coming to game night tonight? I'm starting the Dungeons and Dragons campaign we were talking about!" Their teeth seemed to turn sharp as they smiled, but you decided to ignore that for the time being.

"Oh, absolutely! Who else is coming?" You asked, and they seemed to think on it for a moment before listing some names.

"Well, I know that Adryan and a few others will be there, I'm not sure exactly who just yet." You nodded along with them, and decided now was the right time.

"Oh, I brought you something, by the way!" You pulled the bouquet from behind your back, handing them to 'Elliot'.

"Oh! Daffodils, chrysanthemums, and gerbera daises!" They gently took the flowers, and you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep! They all symbolize friendship, or, at least thats what google says." You shrug, and they laugh slightly as they gently put them into an empty vase, one that wasn't on the desk beforehand.

"Thank you very much, my friend. I appreciate the sentiment alot."

---

Today had gone well, but the last thing you were expecting was your landlord (and housemate) to be walking around with a gerbera daisy tucked behind his ear.

You paused in front of your bedroom door as they walked past you, and all they did was send you a knowing smile.

"It's not paranoia if they're really out to get ya." You whispered under your breath, and you could hear him laugh slightly as he walked past.

Oh well, you decided. This was a tomorrow you problem. Tonight you was absolutely fine with not thinking about it in the slightest.

#elliotiswriting #bean anon #does my account count as a fandom? #i mean I kinda turned it into one soooo

[mycovenofchaos]

Evan Peters & Natalie Reading for April 16th,2024 🔮💕✨

Hi. Hello. It’s Maddie here, I haven’t been planning on doing a reading on this topic but, thought of let me see what the universe have in the store for Evan. And honestly It’s so fun and interesting reading, anyways let’s get into it:

I shuffled the cards asking a specific question briefly to get a specific answer, “ 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣’𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 ? And I’m calling it a situationship because for now it’s nothing more than a fling.

First card jumped off the deck was 4 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 : beautiful encounter, laughter, hot moments. Along aside from the card general meaning, I’m getting like having fun, no but mostly hot and sexy moments spent together, I think they hooked up together that night. The wands always gives me a strong sexual energy lol, however the card is giving Evan energy, “ 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 ”. He probably liked her vibe, or personality and a hangout was a good idea with a cool person like her. In his opinion speaking of.

2 𝙊𝙛 𝘾𝙪𝙥𝙨 following 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧: Okay let’s start first with the 2 of Cups; the general meaning of the card it’s a card of partnership, new connection with someone. The card here indicates new exciting experience, I feel like what happened with him that night was unexpected, it all came at once. He probably went there with 2 or 3 friends at maximum wage to Coachella, and hasn’t been planning on meeting anyone there, and the girl making the first move to him was high on the loop, just out of the blue. And that’s what 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧 card is trying to say here, it’s describing the girl as the one who went up to him at firs sight. I’m seeing like was all a vibe with some folks and among the crowd she noticed him and shot her shot. The audacity lol. The combo of the cards, with the first spread card 𝙏𝙝𝙚 4 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, is telling me that they had only a short talk before things went out of control, like probably was like “ Hi I’m Natalie, nice to meet you, are you enjoying the song? And boom she attacked the mans lips, and he went with it.

The next card came out was after I asked “ 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩? ”, and guess which card i got? Yep!

𝙏𝙝𝙚 8 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 : Stagnation, lack of passion towards love, feeling trapped in his own mind. The card is showing Evan not fully healed from past relationships and still not over it, sort of need to work on himself more until he gets the old passion about love and seriously looking towards relationships. It’s indicating just wanting to make a fun atmosphere for himself and not looking for anything that could lead him to tie the knot with somebody, with a different meaning not looking a long lasting relationship with Nat whatsoever. I’m also getting the vibe that he had been in the same living moments like this one with someone else except this one has been caught on camera, he had fun this previous time with a woman or two. He hasn’t been alone, but definitely single, because a hook up or a fling never make you someone’s boyfriend or girlfriend if all you two wanted is physically pleasure and have fun time together.

3 𝙊𝙛 𝙎𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: The heartbreak card, so here there’s two things the card is trying to tell, he broke someone’s heart, and he’s about to break another one’s heart, with a short meaning Dumping. I hate to break it to you but when this card shows up then a separation or a break up is likely to happen. Finally 𝙏𝙝𝙚 9 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, the general meaning of the card especially when it pops up in love readings, is a sign of something trickery going around, dishonesty or cheating. However not in this case, in this reading the 9 of swords is symbolizing the both POVs Evan’s and Nat’s, none of them have any serious intentions towards the other, nor looking for something more than what they had. With that being said, they wanted to have fun, hangout and that’s it, I see the two not having any intentions to built any long lasting relationship, whether for Evan or for the girl.

My interpretation to this whole situation and reading is that both crossed paths, meant to, planning on having some fun time but both are headed through totally different paths, none of them has any serious intentions to make a long term relationship, I don’t wanna be quick to judge or assume but don’t expect too much from this situationship.

That’s it for today’s reading, I hope you enjoy reading it, take things with a grain of salt. You are free to choose to believe whatever you want, not forced whatsoever. Let things unfold as it’s supposed to, don’t hate on anyone especially if you’re a woman and harassing or hating on another woman. You guys any questions you’re welcome to ask.

Regards ✨

✨ A gentle reminder: tarot is for fun and we should always take everything with a grain of salt and be opened to all the possibilities! ✨

#submission #evan peters #evanpeterstarotreading #evanpeters #tarot reading #maddiereading

[leeylisten]

A drunk one speaks the heart [Huntlow]

 

She doesn't care about being the third wheel, she always has so much fun with Amity and Luz that not even once has felt uncomfortable while partying with them. Not even when the romantic songs come. The girls would kiss and then smooch Willow's cheeks. She loves it.

But tonight they are all a little too tipsy. Willow is dancing at the beat, next to her couple of friends, singing out loud as everyone else in the party ,when she notices this radom blonde guy is looking at her with a smile, three feet away from her.

To be fair, Willow is always friendly. It's just that when she is drunk she kinda befriends everyone too easily. And so she does it this time too. She waves at the guy who seems a little shy at first and then gives two steps to come closer.

"hi!" She says cheerfully over the music, never stopping the movements she is so proud of.

"Hi" he replies. "You dance very well!" Adds, trying to copy her last movement, unsuccessfully, though.

"Thanks!" She laughs. She grabbs one of his hands and tries to teach him the same thing, making his body move. He lets her do it, the smile on his face goes bigger. Then, he gently grabs her hand again and makes her spin once. The three glasses of rum Willow had before give an extra effect and the world spins with her.

Willow giggles and copies the movement.

Man, he's tall, she notices while he is trying to spin with their hands awkwardly connected. When their eyes meet again, he is still smiling, Willow notices he's got light brown eyes, and something in her stomach twirls.

"I'm Hunter" he leans closer to her, so she can listen.

"Willow" she replies, pointing at herself. How stupid.

He nods and repeats her name as if he trying to taste it. But maybe she's just too tipsy and is imagining things.

The song changes to an even more energetic one than the previous and Hunter starts jumping, getting the rythm of it. His eyes sparkle and she feels the thing in her stomach again. Maybe she'll throw up.

She doesn't pay attention to her not-very-functional body and follows him, and she's not sure who does it first but at some point they are holding hands while doing so.

She glimpses Luz, looking at her with arched eyebrows and she immediately feels something weird again. She lets Hunter's hands go, but grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the girls.

"Guys this is Hunter" she declares, as if she has known him for ages. "He's got sick dancing skills!"

"Yep. That's me" He says, waving his arms at the sides of his body.

"Yeah we can see that" Luz is laughing. Her arms are around Amity's waist and pecks her cheek. The purple haired girl giggles and looks at Hunter again.

They introduce themselves briefly.

"Did you come by yourself tonight?" Amity asks.

"I came with a friend but I think he got a hot date somewhere and now I'm alone" He tries to explain.

"Get better friends, dude!" Luz comments.

"You bet I will. We were supposed to celebrate my birthday!"

Willow covers her mouth in surprise.

"Is today your birthday?"

Hunter looks at his phone before answering.

"Well technically it is not since 27 minutes ago."

Willow pouts.

"Hunter you're lost! And on your birthday!" She cries.

"I am!" He replies in the same tone, and pouts as well. Then burst into laughs.

But this is serious, Willow thinks.

"We need to do something" She says with determination "guys we need to adopt Hunter, he can't be alone. Not on his birthday."

"Well, it seems like you already did" Amity says, and she has that look. The one that gives her when she's up to something but won't tell Willow. So she ignores her. Grabs Hunter's cheeks to pull him closer, so he can direct his attention to her.

"You don't need to worry now, Hunter, I'll be your caretaker".

He smiles. She notices now the gap between his teeth and damn. She lets him go quickly.

Then giggles because what are the odds? She always falls for the gay one and this is probably another case.

"What?" He asks, curious.

"Nothing" she says, palming his face softly. "You're very cute, that's all".

He blushes. She laughs harder.

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[therapardalis]

[OC Questions Meme from @sclitvde​ :D]

9, 10, 21 [Our threads have been in her main and GoT verses so I’ll do both ;)] ------------

[Cut because it got loooong!]

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Main: Generally yes, very well, given that she’s a (the) Guardian. But at the same time sometimes it’s complicated. Having originally been Guardian of the Cats she does tend to identify much better with predators, which means that some ‘prey’ animals are very cautious of her - it depends on the animal, its species, whether it’s a domesticated kind, and what sort of mood/level of hunger/aspect Thera is in at the time. For example a domesticated rabbit would be fine with her, but a wild one would be like ‘yep, cool, fine, I’ll just be over here and if you twitch wrong I’m leaving ...’

She also has a few species that are a constant head-butting exercise. They’re usually the ancient types that have been pretty much unchanged for millennia - think sharks, or crocodiles. She really has to work hard dealing with those.

GoT: She’s fond of horses, cats and dogs (and ravens, being a Blackwood), but as far as the animals themselves it’s the same as any meeting a stranger; once they know her and that she will be kind to them it’s fine, but there has to be introductions first. Wild animals - nah. They take off from her the same as with anyone!

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10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/etc?

Thera’s just not made to be a full-time parent, not in any verse (at least not without a huge amount of plotting and ongoing RP, she’s only been tempted once!).

That said, she’s always protective of children, though not necessarily liking them. It depends very much on the child. As a general rule she does well with infants and toddlers (they tend to cry etc when they have a genuine need for something rather than just a demand) but the older the child the more complicated it gets. In Main, there’s only been a few older children she’s had long experience with - she was Governess to a young lass in around the 1820s, and friends with the Governess of another young lad, but most of her experience has been with babies. She’s a great babysitter, and has looked after the infants of friends and occasionally others (briefly but most notably, Louis XIV as a bub!).

As for kids liking her ... she tries to be friendly and kind to them unless they give her a good reason to not be, so sometimes they ID her as a cool or interesting adult and she has a bunch of young followers traipsing around at her heels.

For her GoT verse, I honestly haven’t played it enough to get into that aspect, but I would imagine she’d be a bit of a calm teacher or protective mama bear depending on the situation!

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

... OMFG. Short answer - yes! Yes she does. Granted it does take a little while to build up to an explosion, but exactly how long depends on the provocation. She can be very patient sometimes, will try to reason or explain to someone who may not be aware of all the facts (or indeed reality), but with someone who is deliberately being an arsehole the time is a lot shorter.

(It should also be mentioned that in Main and a few other verses she is Not Allowed to play board games because of her competitive streak and resultant Getting Annoyed.)

As for what happens once the cork pops ... again, depends on the situation. Anything from telling someone the fuck OFF to outright violence.

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[le-amewzing]

Green-Eyed Monsters

And sometimes it's the little details in an episode that get your heart beating madly for the OTP. 8DDD *Note: Set after s19e19, "The Brat Pack."

Fic: "Green-Eyed Monsters" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Jess Knight/Alden Parker, with cameos from Torres & McGee

Rating: K+

Words: ~1,920

Additional info: romance, 3rd person POV

Summary: Knight, as it turns out, was not the only one dealing with an unwelcome emotion during this base break-in case. -—Or, Knight and Parker trade some jokes, but Parker has an admission to offer, too.

      "At the end of the day, scenes like that really are rewarding," Knight piped up after Teagan and her mother had waved goodbye to the team and been escorted out by another agent. Knight glanced at the guys. "Makes an exhausting case like it worth it, you know?"

      Parker nodded, a sort of casual movement, before returning to his desk. McGee's grin was bright, though, and Torres caught sight of it and rolled his eyes. "Only this guy, as frustrated as he was with Teagan's antics, could possibly wear such a dopey smile." Torres threw his hands up in defeat and shook his head, close to laughing as he grabbed his bag and jacket. "I said it once and I'll say it again: This case was just proof that you'll be fine once the twins are Teagan's age, Tim."

      That finally snapped their friend out of his doting, fatherly stupor. McGee shot Torres a look first and even quirked an eyebrow at Knight. But the mention of his kids had him turning his desk light off. "With that reminder, I think it's time for a family reunion of my own."

      "The only reunion I want is with my pillow," Torres remarked, leading the march to the elevator. He turned on his heel and walked backwards for several steps, pointing to Knight and Parker in turn. "Knight, Parker—you coming?"

      Knight shared a brief glance with Parker, who subtly shook his head, and she surveyed the manila mess hiding her keyboard. "Not quite yet. My desk looks like yours, Nick, and I'm beginning to wonder when that happened…"

      He smirked. "Strange things happen when you ride shotgun with Parker for the whole case…"

      "We were almost blown up!" she reminded him.

      That did nothing to wipe the smirk from Torres' face, but at least McGee turned him around with a firm hand on his shoulder. "'Night, Parker, Knight," the taller man called over his shoulder. His parting words and the elevator's ding barely muffled Torres' snickers, though.

      Knight groaned and began tidying up the piles of folders spread before her. "Just when I start to forget how petty he can be, he goes and does something like this." She glanced again to her left. "He might be jealous, you know. You do take me out in the field with you the most."

      Parker snorted and briefly met her eyes; his dry look made her grin. "Yeah, I'm not biting. We've got a good thing going here, and Torres just has sour grapes because he processed a lot more paperwork and evidence than usual. But he should be blaming the partying teenagers, not either of us."

      "True." Knight made stacks, some of which she kept to be dealt with tomorrow and one which she crossed the room to return to Torres' stunningly sparkling workspace. Then she faced Parker and watched him continue to root around his area. "…all right, I know why I couldn't run out of here, but he didn't pull a prank on you, too, did he?"

      Parker straightened up, opened his mouth to answer, and then paused while considering the notion. He put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes. "I wanna say, 'I highly doubt it,' but since he just mentioned me in the same breath—"

      "Yep." She nodded. "How bad?"

      "Nothing major. I just seem to have misplaced a photo of one of our initial suspects and the accompanying notes, before we shifted our focus to Teagan."

      "The photo you can print again—same with the notes, I take it?"

      But Parker shook his head. "Partly handwritten. Hadn't had the time to finish typing them up yet." He checked his watch. "I've checked my desk, but I might've left the file back in Interrogation."

      Knight shrugged. "I'll come with. It'll be faster with two of us searching."

      He smiled in thanks. After they rounded the corner of the hallway, he piped up, "I agree with what you and Torres said, by the way. McGee will definitely be fine with teenagers."

      "I like to think so. Not every kid at that age is a pain in the ass."

      Again, Parker snorted, but Knight knew it was his way of trying to stifle his laughter. "No, the real trouble will be if either of them turns out to be like Torres…"

      Knight laughed at his honesty—not to mention she couldn't disagree.

      The two of them reached the interview room and switched on the lights, but the table was clear and the floor, pristine. It was too early for the janitor to have come by, though, and no one was stupid enough to slip a case file into the trash, but they checked the waste basket anyway, only to come up empty-handed. Parker heaved a sigh and caught Knight's eye in the reflection of the mirror. "Guess checking the other side's my last option before seeing if they changed the cleaning schedule on us without notice."

      Knight bumped her shoulder with his. "I highly doubt it's your memory playing tricks on you in lieu of a certain Special Agent."

      But that surprisingly did little to relieve him. If anything, Parker pulled a face, the right corner of his mouth drawing back grumpily despite making one of his dimples appear.

      She followed him into the observation room. It was strange to flip the lights on here, since they typically kept it dark while studying how victims and suspects reacted to questions and information. But the observation room was remarkably bland with the lights on and the audio and visual recording equipment off, just another orange part of the building.

      Parker dropped to one knee by the recorder's rolling chair and resurfaced with a huff, waving a folder in his right hand. "Lo and behold," he announced, his shoulders dropping a bit in relief.

      "Hey, that's great! I guess, for once, we can let Nick off the h—" But Knight stopped when she eyed Parker's frown. "All right. So the missing file wasn't the only thing on your mind."

      Parker leaned back against the one-way mirror and crossed his arms in front of his chest, tucking the file against his side. "Torres probably had nothing to do with this, but neither did my memory. …I'm not an old man," he sulked.

      Knight blinked. Then she blinked again, realizing her comment had brought him back to fifteen minutes ago and Teagan's teasing about "old people." Then she blinked, just once more, knowing Knight herself had a hand in Parker's sour mood since she'd turned to him without missing a beat earlier and commented, "I think she's talking about you." Well. She thought he'd taken it in stride earlier, but… Knight offered him an apologetic smile and sidled up to him, also leaning against the mirror but careful not to touch him just in case the action came across as playful and dismissive.

      The two of them stood together quietly for a moment, but Parker's stiff body language slackened. He unfurled his arms until he had his hands loosely joined in front of him, the folder in one and the other holding his opposite wrist. He exhaled, long and slow. "All right, technically, I'm old. Just"—he tilted his head Knight's way—"not the way she implied."

      Knight peered up at him and risked a tiny grin. "Age doesn't matter much, really. Besides, I'm definitely this 'old man's' number one fan," she reassured him.

      Finally, some healthy color graced Parker's cheeks, and he groaned at her words. "Jess, please don't remind me of those two we interviewed about Lieutenant Tang…"

      "Aw, you didn't like how friendly Claudia and Ramona were?" She laughed, but this time Parker managed to share in her laughter with her.

      He ran a hand through his hair and scratched the back of his head. "More than being called 'old' multiple times today…" He slid his eyes towards Knight. "I was a little stunned you left me to the sharks like that."

      Ah. It was easier to laugh at the memory than to discuss the older women hitting on him. Still, Knight ducked her eyes. "Well…I knew we needed information." She stole a peek at him. "Plus, their type is less likely to speak if they pick up on competition, so."

      Parker quirked an eyebrow. He really wanted her to come out and say it.

      She shrugged. "Hey, who was I to ruin their parade and let them know that there's already a president, vice president, secretary, and treasurer for the Alden Parker Fan Club?"

      At that, he laughed, a softer sound this time. But then he surprisingly gave in to a rare impulse, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, despite being at the office still…hell, despite the door to the observation room still being half open!

      Knight's surprise and panic were fleeting, though, knowing the hallway had been empty and everything had been switched off already for the night. They had a smidgeon of privacy, so she chose to enjoy this impulse, and she leaned into him, even fingered the lapels of his blazer and let her fingers walk northward until they drifted past his collar and her fingertips grazed skin.

      Parker broke away with a smirk, though he'd wound one arm around her waist, too, as she'd turned to face him more properly. "So that's what that was, then? Jealousy?"

      She scoffed and fidgeted, but there was no escaping, even with only one of his arms around her.

      "Jess, you quite emphatically grabbed my arm before you left me to talk with them. Like marking your territory."

      Knight reddened. "Uh. I mean, I couldn't stand watching those two fawn over you, but clutching you had been a subconscious move…oh."

      He raised both eyebrows, as if saying, "Yeah, 'oh.'" But Parker sighed. "At least you're not being deliberate about it. You are a far better person than am I." He gave her waist a tiny squeeze. "I, uh…I might have been a tad mean-spirited, stirring the pot while I was down in Autopsy."

      His change in topic threw Knight, so she rested her hands on his chest and furrowed her brow.

      "I…might not have corrected Hawaii's, ah, Ernie, in his assumptions about your platonic interest in him." He winced. "Playing up your interest in him for the case's sake was bad enough, but…there also might've been the side effect of sending Palmer into a panic. Over said interest."

      "Oh, jeez."

      "Yeah…"

      "Not that I would've handled it any better, but—Alden." Knight frowned and poked him in the chest. "You could've said nothing."

      Again, he raised his eyebrows, but he ducked his eyes, hangdog the longer she fixed him with a reproving stare. "…nah, you're right. I'm sorry. That's your battle to fight."

      Knight pulled a face, scrunching up her nose. "Well, I wouldn't call it a 'battle.' But at least Ernie's on an island off the coast on the other side of the country. As for Jimmy's puppy crush… I might have to sit and talk with him at some point." She looked at Parker and shook her head, unable to fight the exasperated smile that curved her lips upwards. "Good grief, though. We make quite the pair, don't we?"

      He returned her smile, though his was small and a touch apologetic. But then he gently tapped the file folder against her hip, drawing Knight just this much closer, in no rush to leave yet. Parker replied, "That we do."

8D So! Am I still stalling this other WIP that's taking me forever? You bet! Is that other WIP a oneshot? You bet! ;w; Not every story comes easy to me, believe it or not, but I'm glad this one did; I'm only sry I didn't have the time to write it sooner, since I had outlined this right after e19 aired…! TTwTT Esp given some vibes from e20 after. ;P Then again, I wasn't the only fan catching Parknight feels from this ep, and "Now or Never" was written upon request via tumblr. :D So now you folks know what my first idea for an e19-inspired fic was, *lol*—this! XD It rly wasn't only the two older ladies thirsting for Parker, tho; when Parker had that scene in Autopsy when Ernie made his cameo and he not only did not help Jimmy out but played things up, I smelled Parknight. B3c And I've been dying to write this literally for MONTHS (I've had this outlined since early May! Dx). Anyway. All the other banter was fun to write, and throwing my bby Nick under the bus was for fun~ :3c *can u tell i luv him* ;P Also, two songs for this oneshot: "Bad Vibes Lonely" by Dok2 featuring DEAN (had the right vibe when I outlined this) and "Love Degrees" by SOMDEF featuring HOODY and BeWhy (hit all the right feels when writing, so I rec a listen when reading~).

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#ncis #parknight #jessica knight #alden parker #fanfic #mew writes too much #<3 #pls halp they've got such good chemistry