#original fiction

[johannestevans]

Doorman for an apartment building quietly in love with the father of one of his residents, her a very fashionable businesswoman and him frumpy, on the older side, but full of love for her

Regularly arranging things with the building's concierge for her birthday at her doting father's request - flowers, a cake, one surprise or other waiting at the desk

Loves his voice - a Londoner, camp but in a posh and polished way - before he sees him

Is surprised when he sees him in a jumper over a shirt that doesn't look ironed, his trousers creased - his brown shoes perfectly shined, but worn. Sort of likes him even more, seeing how scruffy he is by nature

The man always puts his hand on the door man's shoulder when they see each other, always thanks him for "taking such good care of my girl" and smiles a very handsome smile - crooked, dimpled, almost as warm as his hands are

Absolutely dies when the daughter in question comes home one evening and goes, "Oh, Sam, I'm glad it's you," and takes his hand to write a phone number on it.

"You two are both so old," she says. "Well, my dad is, anyway. Stop wasting time, you know?"

Flushed and embarrassed, acting indignant that she should do this but being careful not to smudge the digits

And the phone answering in one ring and her father absolutely breathless on the other end of the line

#musings #original fiction

[katieaki]

My ✨ post-apocalyptic Lesbian Cowgirl Mailman choose-your-own adventure✨ has just updated! Read it here for free on my Patreon and vote in the poll! There is a summary of the first part, here, the second part, here, and the third part, here. They have everything you need to know about Lou, her requited-but-complicated love, the religious assassin who just beat the tar out of her, the worst person she's ever met, and the ill-advised journey she is on! There is also now a discord where Pony Express readers from all across god's green internet can gather, here! The Girls are working through revelations from the most recent update and this shit is real! They really did meet each other before. It's a small post-apocalypse, but is it that small? Or is this the work of the gods? But why would the gods, who have so much else to worry about, give two shits about a five-foot-nothing, loser lesbian cowgirl mailman?

Read the update for free on my patreon & vote on what happens next! Excerpt below the cut.

“I’ve prayed before,” Lou said. She prayed all the time. Well, maybe not all the time. But on holidays and sometimes she went to a shrine for deliveries, usually under the encouragement of a shrineward that she felt too awkward to turn down. “You obviously pray all the time. You work for Their Honor. Your mama and daddy are both church people. And look where you are now. How long do you have left? Some good it’s done you.”

Artie’s eyes darted back to Holliday and Lou realized that she hadn’t just missed all the crush conversation, but also the conversation about Artie being put to death. Luckily, she didn’t seem to notice as she was shifting back and forth experimentally in her saddle.

“It’s done me a lot of good, actually,” Artie said. Her voice sounded thick and she swallowed before continuing. “If I drop down dead from the saddle right this second, prayer still made the twentyish years I’ve had between escaping and right now years that were worth living. Because the gods care about me, like they care about you, like they care about Holliday.”

“Venus prays for me, anyway,” Lou said. Venus told her all the time that she was praying for her starting very early on in their acquaintance. 

“And Venus knows your heart completely? Every dark corner? Every fear? Every desire?” Artie asked. She seemed lit from within, not with a soft, pleasant glow, but a wildfire. For the first time in a while, Lou remembered that she frightened her. “Lou, if you don’t pray, you probably don’t even know your every desire. Prayer is revelatory. It reveals things.”

“Oh, good,” Lou said. “Just what I need: more desires I can’t achieve. I’m always thinking that what I really need, what’d really do me, is to have more wants.”

“Just because you don’t know they’re there doesn’t mean they’re not hurting you,” Artie said. “If you can see them, if you talk to the gods about them, then together, you can handle them.”

“I can’t understand why I’m being preached to right now,” Lou said. Her head ached.

“‘Cuz, unfortunately for you, you’re traveling with a fucking disciple,” Artie said.

#a couple of familiar faces in this update #for longtime Wasteland fans #Wasteland Pony Express #katieakipresentsthewasteland #original fiction #original content #oc #Lou #Louetta Primrose #lesbian fiction #interactive fiction #choose your own adventure #queer western #western romance #lgbtq fiction #choose your own path #cyoa #Artie #Reckoning Tehachapi #Holliday #Holliday Bell #wasteland pony express update

[girlfromthecrypt]

Ok so here's a bit of a problem.

I just finished writing Sawyer's hike section. You know, the one your MC gets if they chose neither a best friend nor a crush.

It turned out quite well, I think! Sawyer is being a prickly little cactus, but they apologize when called out (they're super exhausted) and MC can speak a little Spanish to them...

Well, the issue is...

I think I'm in love with them now? Like, the interaction with MC is a little too... charged? There's no "this is my colleague"-type of explanation for some of that stuff. It's really brief and NOWHERE near as intimate as with the ROs, but... but I suddenly see a potential there... Idk.

And now they're just on my mind, you know?

Almost a shame the HUGE majority of players are not gonna be seeing this interaction at all bc I think most MCs will have chosen a crush and/or bestie at that point.

Ahhhhhh

#if: such happy campers #if: wip #interactive fiction #romanceable characters #choicescript game #hosted games #original fiction #writers on tumblr #writer things

[doumadono]

Little kitten - Shoto Todoroki x Reader

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[beedokwrites]

Romeo wanting to do some more promotional work with some meme-ish nonsense.

Logan and Rachel are suffering for their hubris.

The book itself is a polyamorous romcom full of hijinks and starring a genderfluid gremlin.

You can find it on Itch.io or on Amazon.

#blessing of salmakis #writing promo #shameless advertising #original characters #original fiction #trans author #polyamory

[sh4wty18]

for you, it's worth it.

pairing: jake webber x you

summary: you are dating one of jake's friends, ryan (a fictional person i made up for the sake of this fic), but jake is the one you really want.

cw: SMUT18+, language, cheating, angst, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, and overall general filth

!!warning!! i do NOT condone the questionable actions in this fic! this is all FAKE and for fun only!! do not cheat on your partners or have unprotected sex please!

word count: 4.3k + edited (super long one lol)

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You met Jake and your current boyfriend Ryan six months ago at a party. You had just gotten out of a relationship with your ex-girlfriend of three years, and all you wanted to do was get super fucked up and dance, so you did what any person grieving woman would do, and went to a club with your best friends.

It was that night when you had met Jake and Ryan. Jake was super chill and introduced himself, but he mostly kept to himself. Ryan on the other hand, was the exact opposite, he was all over you. He was tall and had shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes, and a full sleeve of patchwork tattoos on his right arm. You thought he was super hot at the time, and decided to dance with him. 

You fucked him that night. It was the best rebound sex you’d ever had. Ever since then, Ryan had just been around. It started off as just hooking up, but eventually, you realized he wanted more. When he asked you out two months ago, you thought, what the hell, he’s sweet, hot, and good in bed. So you said yes. You knew it was for the wrong reasons. You didn’t even really know the guy, you were just using him for what he was good for. But the idea of allowing yourself to be truly loved and in love again, was hard. Your last relationship had wrecked you, so you figured it’d be easier to date a guy you’re really not that into, than to willingly allow yourself to be vulnerable when the prospect of heartbreak was always looming. 

Jake was a whole different story. Jake. Fuck. Him. You knew that night in the club six months ago, that he was the one you’d really wanted. He was gorgeous, and the more time you spent with him, the more you knew he was an amazing person, too. Maybe that’s part of the reason you kept Ryan around, because you knew you’d be able to see Jake. Ever since you and Ryan started hanging out, he’d invite you to his house for get togethers with his friend group. Jake was always there.

Before you and Ryan had made things official, Jake was always super sweet to you. It was little things– holding the door for you, laughing at your jokes when no one else was paying attention to what you’d said, smiling at you for a second too long. He always complimented you, too. He’d say things like, “Hey beautiful!” or “well don’t you look pretty tonight!” whenever he saw you. He never did it when Ryan was around though. He’d just glance at you from across the room, watching as Ryan kissed you on the cheek, or squeezed your thigh. He probably thought you hadn’t noticed, but you did. You noticed everything about him. 

There had even been a couple times when Ryan had gotten too drunk, and Jake helped you put him to bed. After he was asleep, you and Jake would talk for hours, leaning back on the couch next to one another, smiling shyly, like you were both nervous about getting caught. One night, you swore he was going to kiss you. He had been complimenting you all night, and he might’ve drank a little more than usual, because he even did it in front of Ryan. Then, during your late night chat, he had trailed off, leaning toward your face. But he stopped right before your lips could touch. He giggled, “You look so pretty tonight.”

“Thanks, Jake,” you smiled back, feeling your cheeks flush. Your conversation continued after that, and you never spoke about that moment. Throughout those first four months, you and Jake had grown closer, though, which is why what happened once you’d started dating Ryan was so odd.

When Ryan had made things official, Jake changed. The compliments stopped, he never held the door for you or stared at you across the room when he thought no one was looking. At first, you thought it was just to be courteous to his friend, but then things got worse. Whenever your friend group hung out, he never even spoke to you. Sometimes he would avoid going out with you guys if he knew you were going to be there. If he did speak to you it was to give a smart-ass reply to something you said, like he was trying to get under your skin. To anyone else, it probably seemed like he was joking, but you could tell, you could just tell, he was being serious, or at least trying to be. You didn’t understand it, you guys had never been anything more than friends. You liked him, sure. But if he wanted to be more, he could’ve kissed you that night. He didn’t. He was the one person you could imagine letting your walls down for, in fact, you wanted to. You wanted to be vulnerable again, with him. Which is why it hurt so bad when he started avoiding you. 

This strange behavior had been happening for the past two months, ever since you started dating Ryan. You did feel awful about stringing him along, but you didn’t know how to break things off. He was so sweet, and you could tell he really liked you. Plus, you guys were friends too. If you broke his heart, there’s no way he’d still want to be friends with you. You didn’t want to be dating him, but you didn’t want to lose him either, and it was all getting really overwhelming. You made a promise to yourself that you would break up with him by the end of the month, once you figured out a good way to do it, so that you could hopefully retain the friendship.

Tonight though, you were going to the club with Ryan and some of his friends. You didn’t know if Jake would be there, although you secretly hoped he would be. You were riding in the back of an Uber with Ryan, wearing a black lacy tank top with a mini skirt and belt. As the car pulled up to the club, you glanced at your phone, and your heart practically jumped out of your chest at what you saw. It was a text from Jake:

J: you gonna be at the club tn?

Y/N: yeah

Y/N: why? lol

J: j wondering

J: i’ve missed you

I’ve missed you. The words played over and over again in your mind. What did he mean? The rift between you two had literally been caused by him. And now he had the audacity to say he missed you?! What the fuck? You were still slightly pissed off as you entered the club with Ryan, his hand wrapped around your lower back, leading you toward the bar. 

As you walked up you saw some of your other friends, already drinking, along with Jake and Tara. 

“Hey guys!” Ryan said cheerily.

“Heyyy wassup guys?? How’re my favorite peeps doing?” Jake replied, clearly already pretty drunk. 

You didn’t reply, still annoyed at Jake’s overall behavior throughout the last two months. Instead you hugged Tara, “You look amazing!” you beam. 

“Stoppp, you look so good too!! We’ve got to go shopping together soon!” Tara chirped in response.

“You ignoring me tonight, y/n?” Jake asked, with a smug look on his face.

“No,” you say, “I just wanted to compliment Tara, is that so wrong?” 

“No, no, don’t let me stop you,” Jake said, holding his hands up as if in surrender, and turned back to the bar to order another drink.

“Wanna go dance?” you ask Ryan and Tara.

“Fuck yeah, you wanna get a drink first?” Ryan asks.

“Sure!” you say, and Ryan orders you all a rum and coke, which you down in three gulps. 

“Can I get another, please?” you ask the bartender, and he quickly pours you up another drink, which you also down. “You know what, can I just get two more now? I don’t wanna have to keep asking,” you chuckle.

“No problem,” The bartender replies. 

You down them both within five minutes, and turn to Ryan and Tara, who both look slightly concerned at the amount of alcohol you’ve ingested in such a short amount of time, “Let’s go dance!!” 

You lead the way to the center of the dance floor, doing your best not to look at Jake, who is clearly sulking at the bar, watching you with a look of either annoyance or jealousy, you can’t tell. 

They start playing a song you love, and you begin dancing with Ryan, as Tara goes to dance with a hot guy she’s been eyeing all night. You’re grinding on Ryan, as he loops his hands around the front of your waist, pressing your ass against his body. He starts kissing your neck, sucking lightly, and you wrap your hand around the back of his neck. You look over at the bar, and Jake is watching. You turn towards Ryan and drag his body in front of yours, pulling him into a messy makeout. You open your eyes to make direct eye contact with Jake. He doesn’t stop watching. Instead he smirks, sipping on his drink slowly and readjusting himself on the bar stool to get a better look at the two of you.

Ryan breaks away, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” he says, pecking you on the mouth.

“Alright, I’ll be here,” you smile, glancing back to where Jake was sitting before to see that he’s no longer in his seat.

You watch Ryan walk through the crowd, then turn back to face the bar, at the same time seeing Jake approach you.

“Hey,” he says, leaning down a bit to shout into your ear over the loud music and chatter.

“Hey,” you reply, looking anywhere but at him.

“Not looking at me now?” Jake asks sassily, “That’s funny, considering you were staring at me while kissing your boyfriend five minutes ago.”

“Shut up,” you respond, not in the mood for more of his confusion.

Jake leans forward even more, his lips brushing against your ear, “Make me.” He leans back, smirking at you.

The four rum and cokes you chugged must have been taking effect, because it was as if you lost all control. You grab Jake’s shirt, as he wraps his arm around your waist and yanks you closer to him. You wrap both your arms around Jake’s neck, pulling his head towards your face and immediately locking your lips with his. You feel his snakebites pressing into your lower lip as your makeout gets messier and more desperate. He tilts your chin up toward him to expose your neck.

“You’re mine,” he leans forward and whispers, before sucking hard on your neck, leaving a big, purple bruise below your ear. 

“Jake…” you groan out, “Ryan’s gonna be back soon.”

Jake breaks contact with your neck, covering the hickey with your hair, and then making eye contact with you as if nothing happened, says, “It’s good to see you, y/n". He gives you a small smile and saunters back to the bar, retaking his seat from before, this time, facing the bar. 

Ryan walks up behind you, grabbing your waist with both hands, and spinning you around to face him, “Miss me?” he asks flirtily. 

You are instantly filled with guilt. He doesn’t deserve this, you have to tell him. “Jake kissed me,” you say, I kissed him back. I’m so sorry.”

Ryan stares at you, the color draining from his face, “What?”

“Jake and I kissed while you were in the bathroom. I don’t know how it happened. He just came up to me and, and…” 

“No. It's okay,” Ryan says.

“What? I cheated on you? I’m an asshole. I’m so sorry, it meant nothing,” you lie, doing whatever it takes to preserve the friendship between you and Ryan.

“Yeah, and you suck for that, but… you think I haven’t noticed the looks he gives you? He’s totally into you. Part of the reason why I asked you out was because I was scared you were gonna be more into him than you are to me. I thought if I could lock things down with you, maybe you’d stop liking him… and I’d be yours. But even now… Jake’s been a total asshole to you for the last two months, and it’s still obvious you want him.”

“What?? No, it’s not like that. I don’t know why he’s being a dick, but that can’t be it! He could’ve had me months ago, but he never went for it!” you slap a hand against your mouth, “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m so sorry, Ryan.”

“No, I’m sorry. That I wasted so much time on you.” Ryan walks away through the crowd, leaving you alone. 

You feel hot tears forming in your eyes– you were such a fucking asshole. And Ryan was right, he wasted so much time on you. You should’ve never said yes to him, and now you might’ve lost your friendship forever. But you know deep down, you’ve only ever wanted Jake. 

You walked up to him, crying softly. “Fuck you,” you say, “You ruined everything!” 

Jake suddenly gets a very serious look, “Woah, woah what happened?” he asks, rubbing small circles into your back. 

“Ryan. I told him what happened and he broke up with me. Now we’ll probably never be friends again! Fuck you! You could’ve fucking had me!!” you shrug him off of you and walk out of the club, ordering an Uber. Jake tries to follow you through the crowd and respond, but the Uber arrives too soon, and you’re off before he gets the chance. 

You stumble into your apartment, definitely regretting the four back-to-back drinks now. You collapse into bed, seeing Jake’s name light up your screen, but you’re too tired to check what he’s said. You’re falling asleep before you can even touch your phone.

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The next morning you roll over in bed, head throbbing. You wonder why Ryan isn’t in bed next to you for a split second, before you remember the events of last night. You turn to grab your phone off the nightstand, slightly impressed that you even remembered to plug it in. You see several texts from Jake awaiting you, from between 1:32 and 4:26 am:

1:32 am

J: Y/N

J: Y/N PLS COME BACL

J: Y/N PLS IM SP SOERY

2:38 am

J: pls answwr me y/n

3:45 am

J: can we talk in the morning?

J: im so so sorry

4:26 am

J: please answer me so i know you’re ok. if anything happened to you i’ll never forgive myself.

You type out a quick reply:

Y/N: im fine j super hungover

Y/N: sorry i didnt reply i fell asleep as soon as i got home

Y/N: can i come over in like thirty mins?

J: yeah johnnie won't be here so it'll just be us 

You quickly run through your morning routine– washing your face, brushing your teeth, and applying some light makeup– before grabbing a granola bar, popping two tylenol, and getting into your car to drive to Jake’s. 

As you pull into his driveway, a wave of panic crashes over you. What if he’s going to tell you off, and never wants to speak again? What if he doesn’t even remember last night, and just wants to talk about something else?

You are giddy with nerves as you raise your fist to knock on the door, but you don’t even have to knock once before Jake opens it. 

“Hey,” he says, awkwardly flashing you a smile.

“Hey,” you respond, entering his house as he gestures for you to come in. 

You take a seat on his couch, and he plops down next to you. You both begin a sentence at the same time,

“So-”

“I wanted to-” he laughs, “You go first.”

“I mean, I was just gonna say ‘about last night…’ and hope that you continued my sentence,” you giggle awkwardly.

Jake chuckles, seemingly just as nervous as you. “Well… obviously we gotta clear the air. I’m sorry I kissed you. And I’m sorry I messed things up between you and Ryan. I should’ve never done that.”

Your smile fades, “You’re sorry?”

“I mean… yeah? I would have never chosen to hurt you.”

“What about Ryan? He’s your friend too,” you reply curtly.

“Yeah but… I care about you more,” Jake looks over at you, waiting for a response.

“Jake… you are such a fucking asshole,” you respond.

“Wait what?? I literally just apologized!”

“Yeah but you’ve been treating me like shit for the past two months. You think I haven’t noticed? You can’t even fucking look at me! Ever since I started dating Ryan you’ve been fucking avoidant as hell. And I don’t get why. Why did you have to wait until last night to start showing any interest in me again? I just don’t fucking get you, Jake.”

“What did you mean last night? When you said ‘you could’ve had me’?” Jake asked, completely ignoring what you’d just said.

“Are you fucking serious right now?? This isn’t a fucking joke, Jake!”

“What did you mean?!” Jake asked again, gripping your thigh with his palm.

You shut up, staring into his eyes. He was serious. “I meant. That night. Months ago. You almost kissed me. But you didn’t. I’ve thought about that night every day since. I wanted it to happen so badly that when you didn’t do it I just assumed you weren’t interested. That it was a drunken mistake.” 

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted this badly,” Jake said, rubbing your inner thigh and gazing into your eyes, “I was an asshole. But only because I didn’t wanna feel this way anymore. I wanted it to stop, for Ryan sure, but mostly for you. I thought you were happy with him. I didn’t wanna stand in your way. But last night, I finally worked up the courage to try and do something about it. I know it was wrong and fucked up. But I don’t care. For you, it’s worth it.”

“Jake…” you can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face, “It’s always been you, I was just scared. Scared to open up to someone. With Ryan, things were easy. I knew if I had you, it would be real. But being with Ryan didn’t stop the feeling. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.” 

“That’s the only thing I’ve ever needed to hear,” he turns toward you and grabs your chin with one hand, pulling your head toward his, while he hungrily connects his lips with yours. He pulls you onto his lap and holds your ass in both hands while you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. He breaks away to admire his work on your neck from last night, “How ‘bout I leave another?” he whispers into your ear.

“Whatever you want,” you breathe out. 

“Let’s go upstairs, in case Johnnie comes home,” he quickly says, allowing you to stand up. He grabs your hand, and leads the way to his bedroom. You’ve never been in it before. It was surprisingly clean, with a pristine gray bedspread covering his king-sized bed. He had a few posters hanging on the wall for different musicians he liked, and a PC set up in the corner.

Jake giggles, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing… just wasn’t what I expected.”

“Well.. you could be in here a lot more often, if you wanted,” Jake says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“I think I’d like that,” you reply.

“Oh yeah?” Jake asks.

“Yeah… I think so,” you spin around to face him. “I want you so bad,” you whisper against his lips, begging him to close the gap.

“Do you?” Jake smirks, pulling his lips further away from yours, “Show me.” 

He falls backward gracefully onto his bed, leaning back on his elbows to watch you strip. You remove all of your clothes down to your underwear, leaving the rest of you exposed.

“Get over here,” Jake motions for you to sit on his lap, which you do. He spreads your legs over his crotch so you’re straddling him again. He kisses you hard on the mouth, and you feel his tongue slip between your teeth and brush against yours. He grabs a handful of your tit and squeezes it roughly, causing you to let out a quiet whimper, “Louder, baby.” he says, and takes your nipple into his mouth. You can feel it getting hard, and you moan louder at his touch. 

You reach under his t-shirt to pull it over his head, leaving his chest bare. He flips you over onto your back underneath him, and he pulls his pants off. He kneels on top of you in only his boxers, holding himself up with one elbow, the other hand fondling one of your tits, and you can feel his cock hardening against your skin. He kisses your lips first, then travels down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises in a few more spots, before moving on to your tits. He kisses them, while running his hand down your stomach, stopping at your underwear line, “Is this okay?” he asks. 

“Yes. F-fuck yes,” You reply. 

“Good. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this, baby.” Hearing Jake call you ‘baby’ was enough to make you arch into his hand that lingered over your underwear. He smirks and slips his hand into them, sliding his middle finger inside of you and slowly pumping it back and forth.

You raise your hips, wanting more, “Jake… please,” is all you can muster before he thrusts another finger inside of you, quickening his pace. He uses the pad of his thumb to rub circles into your clit. You gasp, arching further into his hand, desperately trying to get him deeper inside of you. 

“You’re so good for me,” Jake lets out, before leaning back down to take your tit into his mouth again, gently nibbling on your nipple. You moan and arch your back, feeling yourself clenching around his fingers. You start to feel the flame building in your lower stomach, and know you’re close. 

“‘M gonna come,” you mumble through strained breaths.

This only causes Jake to go faster, and the overstimulation was getting to be too much. You gasp in pleasure as Jake works you through your high. Not removing his fingers until your legs are shaking. 

“How was that, baby?” Jake asks, kissing your forehead softly, before licking any remnants of you off his fingers.

“So fucking good,” you say breathlessly. 

“You think you can take more for me?” he asks sheepishly, as if he doesn’t know exactly where this is going.

“I can do anything you want,” you reply, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear, and pulling his neck down to kiss his lips. You can taste yourself on his mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, sitting up on his knees in front of you to remove his boxers and throw them onto the floor. His dick was bigger than you’d imagined. Bigger than the guys you’d fucked before. You wanted it now. 

You yank your own underwear down as far as they’ll go, allowing Jake to pull them off and discard them as well. 

He spreads your thighs apart with his legs, “So fucking pretty,” he says, staring down at your wet cunt. 

He kneels back down– resting on his forearms– eager to be inside you. He gives his cock a few strokes for good measure, and guides it toward you, pressing the tip against your opening. You tilt your head forward to watch it disappear inside of you, slowly at first, and then all at once. Jake lets out a groan as he bottoms out, and you’re completely skin to skin. You wrap your legs around his lower back and ass, and grip his bicep with your hand. He looks down at you, his necklace dangling above your head. Your other hand reaches up to grab the necklace and pull him down into the most carnal kiss you’ve ever experienced. He thrusts deep inside you, as you wrap your arm around his neck to pull him down, bodies so close you can feel the heat radiating between you. 

You break the kiss to groan against his cheek, and Jake mutters, “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, mama,” between stifled sighs. 

He thrusts into you harder and faster, not letting up until you’re a moaning mess beneath him, back arching up to meet his chest, and he holds you there as he comes inside of you. 

You both collapse onto the bed with Jake laying on top of you, slowly pulling out as you hold each other, panting, bodies slick with sweat. He holds your face in his hand, and speaks softly, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You beam at him, “Well, duh.”

“No Y/N, like, it’s gonna be you forever. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. You make me whole,” Jake continues.

“So then it’ll be us forever. I’m not going anywhere,” you kiss his forehead, then his nose, then land on his lips. “Also, you were amazing. I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Right back at ya, baby,” he winks. “Now I’m gonna go shower, ‘cause I’m a little too sweaty right now!” He laughs as he rises off the bed and turns to face you, reaching out his hand. “You coming, beautiful?” 

You grab onto his hand and he pulls you to your feet, “I’d go anywhere with you, Jake.”

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this took me so long to write but i actually love how it came out! i hope you guys enjoyed :)

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[whereserpentswalk]

They say throughout the city there's some spots where small animals have strange behaviors. The types of animals that everyone just forgets, the rats and the pigeons and the sparrows and the mice and even some of the roaches.

They'll carry their little things to what look like alters that they craft out of the garbage they find. They'll gather in large groups and make strange noises, pigeon and sparrow and rat and mouse side by side, performing some strange ritual. Nobody can really know why, it seems like there wouldn't be any reason to do such a thing, for creatures so forgotten.

The rituals get more and more common when they get closer and closer to certain points. And when you get close enough, they say the creatures start weilding weapons and tools, and speaking in a strange language, and building tiny cities for themselves that have something strange living at their center.

There have been a few people who say they've spotted what lives at the center. Something big, perhaps as big as a human, but of the same forgotten kind as the rodents and grey birds that worship it. The kind of the pests, who they loyally serve in exchange for gifts of higher thought. They are the twisted things that a scavenger would think to call a god.

#196 #worldbuilding #my thougts #writing #my worldbuilding #my writing #fantasy #urban fantasy #rats #pigeon #pigeons #magical realism #eldritch #eldrich horror #eldrichcore #eldritch horror #eldrich #horror #short story #original fiction #short fiction #flash fiction

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

A guy doing marine research into phytoplankton is far out to sea and waiting for the samples to be ready when he spots a fast-moving ripple in the water up ahead.

Fully aware that this spot is home to a migratory orca pod, he assumes he's stumbled across an orca hunting a seal and settles against the railing to watch, because it's not every day you get to see that.

The ripples get closer, the shadows in the water more defined, the water choppier, and suddenly the orca and its unfortunate prey are zooming directly towards the boat and he's waiting, breath held, for them to duck right underneath--

When the water breaks, the ocean sprays, and he's suddenly smacked fully in the face by a very wet, very confused, and very pretty merman, throwing them both down onto the deck while the boat rocks as a confused and now quite hungry orca dives beneath it.

The merman, it turns out, thought that the boat was an ice float and didn't realise his mistake until it was too late. But he's very thankful for the impromptu rescue, and wow don't you have nice arms, and holy shit you've got legs, can I touch them? Is that weird? Can I touch them anyway? And your hair--

So of course they get to talking because they're both utterly fascinated with the other, and soon the sun has set and the samples are long-since ready and the moonlight is making the ocean look black and they part with the knowledge that they'll never meet again, and a kiss, and a lingering look over the shoulder for all the things that can't be...

And the researcher gets back to land, moors his boat, readies his samples. He packs up his things, shoves them into his bags, and prepares to go home. He steps onto the jetty boards and thinks of the merman and the solid wood beneath his feet seems to sway for more than one reason.

There's a splash. He turns, pulled as if by the tide, and there's a ripple in the water. A face. A pair of eyes made black by the moonlight.

And this is how the researcher acquires a merman boyfriend who helps him find samples and the merman acquires a human boyfriend who rescues him from whales.

#short story #i guess? #original fiction #merman #mermaids #queer #fantasy fiction #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writers #guess what suckers this is just a one night in hartswood AU!!!! #mer!penn 4 LIFE #this is NOT a prompt lmao #im happy for you to use it with fanfic or w/e tho #but not original fiction #on account of how its my idea for a book

[biscuitsandspices]

Encouragment for writers that I know seems discouraging at first but I promise it’s motivational-

• Those emotional scenes you’ve planned will never be as good on page as they are in your head. To YOU. Your audience, however, is eating it up. Just because you can’t articulate the emotion of a scene to your satisfaction doesn’t mean it’s not impacting the reader. 

• Sometimes a sentence, a paragraph, or even a whole scene will not be salvagable. Either it wasn’t necessary to the story to begin with, or you can put it to the side and re-write it later, but for now it’s gotta go. It doesn’t make you a bad writer to have to trim, it makes you a good writer to know to trim.

• There are several stories just like yours. And that’s okay, there’s no story in existence of completely original concepts. What makes your story “original” is that it’s yours. No one else can write your story the way you can.

• You have writing weaknesses. Everyone does. But don’t accept your writing weaknesses as unchanging facts about yourself. Don’t be content with being crap at description, dialogue, world building, etc. Writers that are comfortable being crap at things won’t improve, and that’s not you. It’s going to burn, but work that muscle. I promise you’ll like the outcome.

#hope that helps! #writers on tumblr #writing help #writing advice #writing tumblr #writer tips #writing blog #writing tips #writing tip #writblr #writing #fanfic writers #writeblr #writer blog #writers of tumblr #ya novels #fanfiction #original fiction

[jonahmagnus]

In world where there are two types of tower-dwellers, a Princess is locked in a tower.

There are two types of tower-people: A Princess, put there to remain pure until marriage or until rescued, and a Wizard, put there by choice to study and learn in isolation. Princesses are defined by their beautiful long hair, and Wizards are defined by their beards and impressive 'stache.

There is a Princess, and she lives in a tower. She was put there recently by her mother and father, to keep her pure and untouched until they can secure the marriage to another kingdom and a prince shes doesn't love. She has long, almost brown sandy-blonde hair, pale green eyes and a slim, tender build. She is not the fairest in the land, but she is tall and pretty. If compared to a rose, she would be the humble yet graceful willow tree, slender and long. She has wanted to be a wizard since a young age, but there is no way for a princess to become a wizard. Princesses are delicate girls to be protected and sold off until their either dead or Queens or have found True Love, unsuited to the life of experimentation and study of a wizard. That is what her mother tells her, in a quiet scolding that is far more forceful and cruel then it has any right to be. And the princess, terrified, believes her.

She used to run the castle halls, stick in hand, robe fashioned out of a delicate silk bedsheet, shouting fake spells at birds while her servants chased her. But as she grew older, her restraints became tighter, and more and more often, she was confined in her room to embroider in solitude with barely the comfort of a window or a maid. The life she is forced into makes her hang her head low, makes her hands be paper-soft, and demands her hair be long and beautiful and perfect like all other princesses. The world she longed to be a part of was a world of study and experimentation, and as the kingdoms princess and tool, she could not even dare to hint at her desires into adulthood. She could become a witch, she knew, flee the castle barefoot and sink into the loving embrace of the swamp. But witches don’t live in towers, and they make potions instead of spells, and they don’t grow the flowing whimsical beards that wizards do.

But that does not mean she has to be bored in her tower. Fascinated by magic as she always has been, she arranges with a long string of bribes for books on spells and forbidden potions to be smuggled along with her meals. She studies them while the clock ticks down for either a prince to arrive or her marriage to be finalized. Either one will doom her, and she wants to enjoy herself as much as possible until her marriage. She pours over the books long into the night by candlelight, and all day, she rests her pale, tired eyes. She experiments, and she reads, and she studies non-stop, barely stopping for meals and littering her books with an assortment of food stains. She cuts off her hair to use in bubbling gold potions, her skin becomes scarred with a rainbow of the consequences of failed experiments, and her dresses turn into makeshift cheesecloths and fire-fuel. She washes late into the night after she is done with her work for the day in the darkness, not glancing into the mirror that has become cracked and dusty. When her eyesight starts to fail from strain and working in darkness, she fashions for herself bottle-round glasses, blown by herself in the depths of her tower. Engrossed as she is in her studies, she does not notice the tower warp, and the meals stop rotting, and how she started out in one circular room but now has a loft and a second floor and the fact that the tower seems much much taller then it was originally.

What she DOES notice though, is when brushing crumbs from her face she feels facial hair on her upper lip.

She rushes to the bathroom and thrusts a candle into the holder as she looks at herself. In the dusty mirror, she sees the beginnings of a bushy mustache sit on her upper lip, much further along in growth then be logically possible without her noticing. It’s a pale blonde, like her hair, and she notices faintly that there are streaks of grey in it, a very familiar shade of classic wizard grey. She brings a trembling hand to her upper lip.

Much, much later, a prince rides up to the tower. It is tall, and warped, and very clearly belonging to a wizard, despite the royal family claiming their daughter lives here.

He shouts up, a bit nervous because of the thorny vines wrapping the beautiful stonework.

“Hey! Does a Princess live here?”

A young man with large bottle glasses and a rather impressive mustache leans out of the tower, his short, sandy-blonde hair spilling lightly in the wind. He starts to say something, then glances back into his house. A smile breaks out on his face as he seems to realize something.

“No!” He shouts back, after a moments hesitation. “But a wizard does!”

#Stories #original writing #Creative writing #Wizards #Wizard #Princess #Spells #Transgender #<- In case. U couldnt tell? #Trans #my unfortunate writing #Hihihi #Im gonna be drawing the characters later LMAO <3 Here u go babes #worldbuilding #<- Sorta ig? Anways reblog this post #For thise who cant tell: Princess gets locked in a tower -> starts studying wizardry -> wizard by will #APAB (assigned princess at birth) #wizard tower #Original fiction #creative fiction #The Wizard #PLEASE RB THIS VERSION #.

[johannestevans]

Stressed out administrator in a magical university and senior wizard who trusses him up in a sensory deprivation spell

Levitating on air, blinded, deafened, gasping as a gag is gently settled into his mouth, resting on his tongue before being strapped behind his head

Wet and open and nervous, body still tense as he's left in the air - shocking whenever he's touched, a gentle hand stroking his flank or patting his arse, curling his hand in his hair

He's getting more and more aroused, beginning to fidget rather than just lie still - his hands are tied behind his back, his thighs in a spreader bar, so he has no opportunity to grind against anything, touch himself

Now and then he feels himself drip onto the floor

He doesn't know how long it's been, minutes, maybe hours, when the wizard finally comes and slides what he'd threatened against his cunt - the little beast is wet and gelatinous and thick as it slips inside him, tentacles shifting, and then burrows into his cunt

He's screaming around the gag at the sheer sensation of it, his whole body throbbing, his back arching, even before it begins to feed off the magical energy in him and to grow larger and larger, spreading him wide open with its tentacles as it feeds

#musings #original fiction

[the-modern-typewriter]

I love love all your writing and jealous villains / possessive villains always make me kick my feet!! Can I request a hero that’s been under appreciated by the city and getting hurt / almost killed by civilians they were meant to protect? And the villain finds the aftermath? ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

"My god." The voice was strained. Familiar. Them.

It really wasn't the hero's day, was it? They released a slow, pained breath, pushing themselves gingerly off the grimy, rain-puddled street. "Enjoy the show?"

"What show? You could have taken them. You should have taken them."

The hero grunted. They straightened. They wobbled.

The villain appeared out of the shadows, at their side, in an instant. It took the hero a moment to realise that the villain had placed a steadying hand on their arm.

The villain's face was harsher in the streetlight; all firelit edges, beautifully demonic, orange pinpricks glinting almost red in their furious eyes. Rain spat down, soaking into the villain's hair and clothes. They didn't seem to care.

The hero did a double-take. The flippant comment they'd been about to make died in their mouth.

"How much did you see?" the hero asked.

The villain's jaw clenched. "I just got here."

It was an unexpected confession. On closer inspection, the rapid rise an fall of the villain's chest suggested they'd been running.

"Huh," the hero said.

The villain's gaze raked over them, taking in every bruise and scrape and bit of blood. "You didn't fight back. Why didn't you fight back? You could have pulverised them. Made them fear ever hurting someone again. That's what you do if I attacked you."

The hero shrugged, awkwardly. They eased their arm free of the villain's grip.

"That's not an answer," the villain snapped.

"I would have killed them. Normal people can't deal with my powers."

"So better to let them nearly kill you?"

The hero shrugged again. Everything ached; they weren't especially in the mood for hearing about how wrongly they'd handled getting the flying spit kicked out of them, they weren't in the mood to explain how the villain was different. Even at war, it was easier with them.

"You're in uniform," the villain said. "They knew who they attacked."

"Oh." The hero hadn't realised. The truth of it struck them like a low blow and their shoulders slumped, as if it wasn't already far too late to brace and curl into a foetal position to guard the heart of them. "Right. Yeah. Well, bold move on their part!"

They tried for chipper. They failed completely.

The whole time, they'd been so preoccupied, they'd thought the strangers had no idea. A wave of stupidity, prickling with humiliation, washed over them. Their eyes felt hot.

The hero swore under their threat.

"I'm going to kill them." Possessiveness threaded low and heated through the villain's voice.

"I don't need you to do that."

"I know. It will be my absolute pleasure." The villain grabbed the hero's arm again as the took a step and stumbled. "They shouldn't-"

The hero could feel themselves beginning to shake, a myriad emotions welling up inside them, threatening to explode, as they listened to the villain's insistence that really no one else should be allowed to touch what was theirs.

"I said, I don't fucking need you to do that."

The villain went quiet. Still.

The hero closed their eyes again, already regretting their sharpness. A treacherous tear rolled down their cheek. Christ. That was all they needed, wasn't it? Cherry, meet the top of the garbage pile. They swiped furiously at their face and didn't say sorry. They couldn't say sorry. They'd never stop, they were sure of it.

"What do you need?" the villain asked.

The hero glanced up at them, startled.

It wasn't that the possessiveness was gone from the villain's face, only that the burning of it had finally cleared enough for the hero to see what lay beneath it.

The care, the sincerity, in the villain's question felt like a knockout blow. They didn't know what to do with it. They had no armour for it, no shield.

"What do you need?" the villain asked again, softer, when the hero said nothing. Their other hand rose, cupping the hero's cheek. "You want me to get you home? Your leg's screwed. You can't walk."

"I can walk." The hero looked down at their leg. They could...well, it wouldn't be fun walking. They eyed the villain. "Seriously?"

"Well, I'd prefer to hunt the bastards down and kill them, but I also do an incredible taxi service, yeah."

"Thank you."

The villain looked almost as uncomfortable as the hero felt. They shrugged. Their jaw worked, eyes narrowing when they caught sight of the hero's injuries again. The hero could feel the villain's fingers flexing against their skin with barely leashed violence - and, yet. It was leashed.

The villain dropped their hand.

"My car is this way. Can you - can I - I can help you get there. If I'm allowed."

"You're asking permission to touch me?"

The villain glared at them.

Despite everything, the hero managed a weak smile back. "Yeah," they said. "You're allowed."

The villain nodded, wrapping an arm around the hero, before pulling them up into an unexpected bridal carry. They were strong. All lean muscle and warmth against the hero's frozen body.

"I'm going to get blood on you," the hero said.

"Because nobody has ever bled on me before ever."

The hero huffed.

They let the villain walk them out of the alleyway, brain still sluggishly working its way through all of the implications of the villain's sudden appearance.

They'd come running when - what? When they learned the hero was in trouble? When they learned that the hero wasn't fighting back to the full extent they were capable of?

Thoughts were hard and the villain's car was warm, the heating soon on full blast.

Thank you. It welled in their throat again. The hero choked on it.

They didn't think they'd ever been as well looked after as they were that week.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #writing #villains #heroes #heroes and villains #whump #whumpblr #creative writing #short story #ficlet #original fiction #original stories

[cipheramnesia]

Sorry everyone I was thinking about the lonely werewolf tgirl and her friend the sentient intergalactic magic warship again. 🥺

#gkw #original fiction #werewolf #long post

[halfbit]

ok the last post was infodump friendly. this one is NOT.

i expect you to explain your/something about your magic system as badly as possible. i want to be confused. i want to lack context.

i'll start:

big wyrm gives off radiation that is also magic. ohhh no gas.

#i am definitely not doing these posts because im procrastinating actually working on my stories what makes you say that #writeblr #original fiction #worldbuilding #writers on tumblr #writeblr tag games #maybe? you guys can do it if you want #im not sure who to tag tho so im just leaving this open #creative writing #magic system

[girlfromthecrypt]

Such Happy Campers is an interactive horror/romance novel made in Choicescript.

DEMO / COG FORUM POST

status: demo consists of three chapters + prologue, sitting at 64.385 words [excl. commands]

You are an employee of the Cloverleaf program. Your job is to organize and oversee their seasonal vacation for kids from low-income backgrounds and troubled homes. This summer, said vacation will be hosted at the rustic Camp Solace, a cabin campsite situated right next to the picturesque Lake Solace and flanked by acres of woodland.

Camp Solace is idyllic, calm and far removed from the bustle of civilization. 

V̵̲̂e̶̝͆ŕ̸͍y̷͎̏ ̷͚̎f̵͈̀ā̸̦r̵̀͜ ̸͓͘r̴̜̂e̴͉̕m̵̺̎o̷̢̓v̶̒͜è̴̘d̴̳̐ ̴̀͜i̵̡͊ñ̷̘d̸̼̀e̷̪̽ȇ̵̯d̴̜͒.̷̰̚

It'd take you quite a while to reach the nearest town in case of an emergency…

Ý̷̭ö̸͎́u̷̘͗'̴̘͘d̸̛̰ ̶̢̐ḇ̸̌ẻ̸̦t̴̝̅t̷͚̒e̷͓͑r̸͔̿ ̷̱̆m̸̜̔a̸̳̍k̵̰̍ě̸̖ ̸̦̚s̷̛̺ṵ̴̔r̵̘̅e̸̝̽ ̸͈̑n̴̡̛o̶̬͑t̶̺̊h̸͖̋i̵͎̽ṅ̵̜g̸̗̽ ̴̹̿ḧ̵̘́ā̷̦p̸̖̎p̵̻̑e̴̗͌n̵̡̒s̶̜̈.̶̥͂

But you're not alone in this! Working alongside you are Basil Laurier, the free-spirited scion of the wealthiest local family, Anita Merrick, the smart but skittish university student intern, and the Malak siblings, both skilled and experienced teachers. 

Now go take care of those happy little campers.

Customize your MC’s name, appearance, outfit and apartment!

Be a good camp counselor and protect the kids in your care!

Romance a charismatic heir, a chronically sleep-deprived psychology student, a temperamental musician or a reserved martial arts instructor!

Get to know your team and form lasting friendships!

Uncover the lakes long-forgotten secrets and save Camp Solace from the horrors that are slowly closing in on you.

TW: mentions of bullying, troubled childhoods, mental illness. Non-graphic.

#choicescript #choice script #hosted games #interactive fiction #if: intro #if: wip #interactive story #interact if #updated intro post #if: such happy campers #horror comedy #horror romance #romanceable characters #writeblr #original fiction #writers on tumblr #amwriting

[sh4wty18]

Jake webber x reader where he says that we’re

Dating him on stream if that makes sense 💕

aww this is so cute, i hope you enjoy <3

girlfriend.

pairing: jake webber x you

summary: jake unexpectedly reveals your relationship on stream.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.6k + edited

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You laid in Jake’s bed, snuggled inside his mountain of pillows and blankets, scrolling mindlessly through twitter while his stream played on your laptop in the background. You had made a point of trying to watch his streams as often as possible, even when you were waiting in his bed for him. To you, it felt like a way to get closer to him– and support him, of course. You had been together for around six months at this point, and you still weren’t public. 

You had been friends with Jake for a couple months before you started dating, so people had seen you in some of his videos, or in public together. But when you guys started dating, Jake had been the one to lean toward keeping the relationship private. Since his last relationship and breakup had been so public, you understood why. He wanted to protect you from the immediate, overwhelming fame that would come with publicly dating him for as long as possible. You had already gained around ten thousand followers on instagram, just from people knowing you were friends with him and Johnnie. If you went public, the increase in attention would spike even more drastically. You had tried to comfort him by telling him you could handle it, you even thought it could be fun, but he was still nervous. He just really didn’t want to see you get hurt.

Obviously you respected his choice, you loved him and the only thing that mattered to you was being with him, publicly or not. But sometimes you wished it could be a “normal” relationship. Sure, social media’s fake and none of it matters, but when you see your friends posting with their partners, flaunting their love for each other, and know you can’t, you feel a spike of jealousy drive through your heart. He couldn’t even comment on your instagram posts like couples usually do. Commenting would cause speculation, and speculation would lead to people trying to find you two in public and post pictures or videos– and people were already speculating. Any time you were featured in one of his videos, hundreds of people would comment about the looks you had exchanged, or how you were flirting. 

So now you had to be sneaky about when and where you hung out, and who was around. It was hard, you didn’t like having to hide your relationship from nearly everybody– aside from your closest friends– but you were both so in love you’d do whatever it took to be together. Jake had promised that one day he would go public with you, he just wasn’t sure when. You had told him time and time again that it doesn’t matter to you if you’re public, you just want him. He could see right through that lie, of course. He knew you too well. 

This afternoon, Jake was in his car trying new candies from 7/11, as requested by his viewers in an instagram poll. You glanced up from your phone every couple of minutes to admire your boyfriend’s face through the screen. He was wearing pajamas, his hair was unkempt and he looked a little tired, but he still looked good. Then again, he always looked good in your eyes. 

You smile at your laptop as he dramatically gags at whatever candy he was tasting, “Ewwww… ewwwwww!! What the fuck, bro?? Whoever suggested that is insane ‘cause that tasted like fuckin’ horse dick dude!!” You chuckle and roll your eyes, he was so immature. It was something you loved about him, that he knew how to bring out your more laid-back, extroverted side. He could make you laugh harder than anyone, and his goofy, immature sense of humor was the perfect balance to your dry, sarcastic humor. 

He holds another candy up to the camera, it's some type of chocolate bar with gummy worms inside of it. He unwraps it and takes a bite. He doesn’t look too sure at first but after he chews a few more times his face lights up, “You know who would love this candy?” he asks, reading the chat replies for a couple seconds before continuing, “My girlfriend.”

Your heart rate jumps and you sit up, grabbing the laptop and pulling it onto your lap. He’s smiling at the camera, blushing slightly. The chat is going insane:

user1: OMFG WHAT??

user2: girlfriend??? im sorry i think i missed a chapter 😭😭

user3: I BET ITS Y/N OMG

user4: it’s DEF y/n… they’ve been hanging out SO MUCH recently🤭

user5: JAKE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER I HOPE ITS HER🥰

Jake picks up his phone and begins tapping, as your phone lights up with his name on the screen, and you pick up. “Hey babe,” he says, leaving the phone off speaker, so the viewers can’t hear your voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” you respond, trying to sound as normal as possible, as if your heart isn’t about to leap out of your chest. You couldn’t believe he’d done it. 

“I’m trying these 7/11 candies and I just tried this chocolate with gummy worms in it and I think you’d like it. You wanna try it?”

“Sure! I’m coming out right now, be there in a sec,” you say, practically twitching with excitement.

“‘Kay!” Jake says, and hangs up, as you throw yourself out of the pillow and blanket fort you’ve been laying in for the last hour, and start walking outside. 

“She’s coming to try it guys,” you hear his voice echo from your laptop as you jog down the hallway.

You slide into the passenger side of Jake’s car, and he gazes at you longingly, giving you a soft smile. “I was just telling chat how my girlfriend would love this candy, and I knew I had to get you out here,” he says.

“Well I guess you’re lucky I was already at your house, huh,” you smile back at him, leaning your elbow against the center console and tilting your head towards his. He does the same and closes the gap between your faces in a quick kiss, before handing you the chocolate bar.

Before you can take a bite, Jake giggles, “Look, they’re freaking the fuck out.” 

You pause to read the chat as well and there are so many comments that you can barely read anything. You manage to make out:

user6: I FUCKING KNEW IT

user7: ITS Y/N ITS Y/N WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

user8: theyre so cute awwwwww

user9: i want what they have omg😭😭😭

You giggle with him, and say, “I think I’m freak-out worthy.” 

“Oh you’re definitely freak-out worthy, y/n,” he says matter-of-factly.

You finally take a bite of the chocolate bar and chew. After swallowing, you lift the bar up to the camera, “Go buy this right fucking now.”

“You like it, babe?” Jake asks.

“I fucking love it!”

“I knew it!” Jake says proudly.

“You know me well,” you say through a big grin.

“I mean…I would hope so, at this point, y/n,” he teases.

You laugh and lick your lips, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”

He takes more than a few seconds to respond, clearly using this as an opportunity to admire every inch of your face, rather than search for melted chocolate. Finally, he says, “No you’re good. You look stunning as usual.” 

“Shut up,” you blush, swatting at his bicep.

He grins and asks, “You wanna go wait inside for me? I’ll be in soon.” 

“Yeah, sounds good! I’m gonna go watch your stream in your bed now,” you peck him on the mouth and he pulls away, giving you a confused look.

“You watch my streams?” he asks.

“Yeah? I never told you? I watch all your streams,” you smile, “I like seeing all the silly antics you get into.”

“Awww, that’s so cute,” he says, shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, “I don’t know how we’ve been together six months and you never told me you watch my streams.” 

“I seriously thought I told you!” you laugh, and he motions with his finger for you to come closer. You lean in and he kisses you on the cheek, “You’re so sweet,” he smiles, satisfied with himself.

“You’re sweeter,” you reply as you step out of the car, “I’ll be upstairs!”

You walk back into the house, and head upstairs to Jake’s bedroom. After about ten more minutes of streaming Jake says goodbye, and you hear him walking upstairs to enter his bedroom. He leaps onto his bed and sits on your lap, leaning down to drop kisses wherever they land.

“It was so hard for me to keep that a secret all day!” he says between kisses.

“I had no idea!” you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling as he kisses all over your face and head. He lingers longer on your lips, before settling down next to you under the covers, pulling you in close.

 “I couldn’t hide us any longer, y/n. I wanna be able to do couple shit without feeling guilty. And I know you can handle it, I never should’ve been worried. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

“Jake, I know you just wanted to protect me. And you didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, I get that. I hope you didn’t feel pressured to confirm anything just because you knew I wanted to.”

“No! That’s not it at all! Y/n… I love you so much… and I just wanted everyone to know. I was tired of hiding, and I knew you were too, so I decided to just do it. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?” he asks.

“Fuck ‘em,” you smile– wrapping an arm around his waist– and lean in to kiss him again.

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first request and i think it's so cute! i hope you all like it :)

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