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whoreforharlow · 10 months

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Glad It's You

Author's Note: a little smutty Jack x virgin!reader fic requested by @jackharlowsbaby00 to @jackharloww . Hope I did it justice!

The original ask: "Omg! Okay so I have one of like an 18+ but the reader being a virgin and like really really nervous for her first time and jack comforts her through it and they have a good time!"

Warnings: p in v intercourse

"You alright?" Jack whispered into your ear. The two of you were settled on the cozy sectional at his house, a movie you weren't paying attention to playing on the flat screen mounted on the wall. He seemed engrossed in it, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus on the storyline. Your attention was on his arm around your shoulder, fingers gently brushing the skin your tank top left exposed; your attention was on his hand that laid innocently on your exposed thigh, your tiny pajama shorts riding up a bit; your attention was on the feel of his body under yours as you were pressed against him, each rise and fall of his strong chest alluding to the muscles that were hidden beneath his shirt.

"Mhm," you hummed, meeting his gaze with a tight lipped smile before turning back to the movie. You couldn't help yourself, your mind these last few days wandering further and further away from what could be considered decent thoughts about your boyfriend.

You two had been together for the last four months, and it didn't take long for you to blurt out that you were a virgin when he first attempted to initiate any intimacy. You hadn't meant for the words to tumble out so abruptly, but you had panicked a little bit, never having done much more than some innocent kissing. He was quick to reassure you that he didn't mind and that he wasn't going to pressure you into anything you weren't comfortable with. Jack kept to his word, going at your own pace and making sure you were comfortable with him.

"You sure? You seem distracted." You blushed a bit at his observations. He was right. You were distracted by him, his body, his scent, his presence. His tight gray tank and basketball shorts didn't help your cause either.

"I-" your mouth went dry as you caught the smirk on his beautiful face, his blue eyes shining under the bright lights from the screen in the dark room. He looked truly angelic, his curls framing his face like a halo, the little freckles peppering along his nose and cheeks giving him a youthful boyish look, his perfect teeth exposed through his plump pink lips as he smiled at you.

"I'm sure." You squeaked out, looking away from him once again. You felt your heart hammering in your chest; for the first time in a while Jack made you feel really shy under his gaze. He didn't respond much, just humming along as he settled back to watch the movie, his body shifting and readjusting under your weight before once again pulling you into his side. This time it was his hand on your thigh that drew light circles on your skin which made you jump up immediately from the couch. You stood there awkwardly, a humorous look on Jack's face as he looked at you with a raised brow.

"I, uh, I'm gonna go to sleep." You announce, faking the best fake yawn you could muster, turning around on your heel and all but sprinting to Jack's room. You face palmed yourself, thinking about how stupid you must've looked. You felt flushed, your brain pushing forward every desire you had, playing small clips of what you wished you had the courage to ask Jack to do to you. You plopped down on his bed, burying your face into the pillow and wishing the night would end.

Of course wishes never come true.

You heard the door open behind you, and you held your breath in hopes to convince him you actually fell asleep in the last seven seconds.

"I know you're not asleep, babe." Jack chuckled. You felt the bed dip as he crawled over to you.

"Go finish your movie." You spoke into the pillow, burying your face even deeper.

"Why don't you come finish it with me? Or better yet, why don't you tell me what else you'd rather do?" You wanted to question what he meant by that last part, but you didn't need an explanation once you felt him run a finger from the back of your knee up the back of your thigh to where your shorts ended just under your ass. You whirled around, pulling your legs away from his touch like it was fire, your eyes wide as you looked at him in disbelief of how this man could have known what you've been thinking all night.

His face held a goofy smile as he tried to hold back a laugh at your bewildered look. He knew how shy you were regarding intimacy, and his favorite thing was to tease you a bit to bring you out of your shell. The two of you had had plenty of make out sessions where you both had gotten a bit handsy, so he was surprised by how jumpy you had gotten from his touch.

"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." Your claim was weak and you knew it. Jack could see right through you, you knew that. If Jack was anything, it was observant. He had caught every lustful glance you took of him, noticed every time you shuddered from his touch, or preened under his gaze. He could practically see the pornos your brain was playing out in your mind every time he caught you staring at him. He noticed how you were needier lately and more sensitive to his touches, hell even just a glance from him had your knees ready to buckle.

"Hmm." He just hummed along, crawling closer to you as you scooted back, you were so close to the edge of the bed he was sure one more scoot and you'd fall right off it. He wanted to keep teasing you, but he was also careful because he knew how your nerves could cause you to shut down if it got to be too much. Instead he settled himself against the headboard in the middle of the bed, keeping a short distance between you two, wanting to make sure you didn't feel cornered.

He just held out a hand to you, giving you the choice to come to him instead, and you were more than eager to. You jumped right into his lap, letting his arms hold you tight as you try to calm your racing heart.

You've always been a shy person, a little quirky and dorky growing up, and though you hoped that you would grow out of that, it seemed to stick with you into adulthood. It was what intrigued Jack the most about you, yet you couldn't see how anyone could like that, especially being in your mid 20s. The more you got to know Jack, the more you got to see that he also had his quirky and dorky ways about him, but unlike you, he could turn them off and become this sexy and smooth person. You were envious of that, feeling like maybe Jack would prefer someone more sexy and less... well, not sexy.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" He spoke the words against your forehead as he held you tightly to him. You shook your head, cuddling closer into his chest as your brain played out another explicit scene.

"Well, do you want to know what's going on in my head?" You shook your head again, not knowing where he was going with this. "Too bad, I'm gonna tell you anyway," he chuckled.

"I'm thinking about how sexy you looked tonight at dinner. I'm thinking about how that dress hugged your body so good, hugging all your curves," his hands ran along your body slowly, accentuating his words, your breathing picking up as you shut your eyes.

"I'm thinking about how this ass looked so good in that fucking dress," his voice was deeper, his hands reaching down to the fleshy mounds, shifting you so you now straddled his lap, immediately hiding your face in his neck again.

"I'm thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you against the front door before we left, in the car on our way there, hell I wanted to fuck you right at that dinner table in the restaurant." He spoke the words so casually, his lips close to your ear, his breath making you shiver, "I've wanted to fuck you this entire night, baby," he confessed, "and then we come back and you're running around my house in this sad excuse for pajamas," you know exactly what he's talking about. Your silk tank top and shorts barely covered anything, but it was all you had clean and you were in a rush to pack a bag to spend the weekend with Jack.

"You've been teasing me all night, really testing my self control. But you wanna know what's really been testing me?" You shook your head again, making him chuckle. "Your eyes." His voice dangerously low in your ear. "You've been giving me those pretty little "fuck me" eyes the whole damn night." You felt your mouth dry at his words, you hadn't realized you were being so obvious.

"Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you?" His head nudged the side of yours, his hands still rubbing against your ass and thighs. You took a deep breath, nodding your head slowly, not having the courage to look up at him.

"Too bad I'm not gonna fuck you." He sighed dramatically, making you pull back and look at him in disbelief. There was no way he was going to work you up like this and then pull the rug out from under you.

"Wh-why not?" You were disappointed at his admission.

"Because... I'm going to make love to you instead." He said with a smile on his face, making you roll your eyes at his silliness, pushing his shoulder as you let out a giggle.

"That wasn't funny, Harlow." Replacing your smile with a faux pout.

"I just wanted to get you out of your head, babe. It's just me and you here, there's nothing to be shy about." His hand came up to cup your cheek, you nuzzled into his warm palm as you gazed at him lovingly. He was honestly the sweetest and most patient person you'd ever met. Ever since you two had gotten together, he was always so attentive to you, making sure that you always felt comfortable and secure.

"I'm glad it's you, Jack." You whisper to him.

"I'm glad you chose me, baby," he whispered back, pulling your face to his for a sweet kiss. You sighed against his lips, your hands resting comfortably on his shoulders as you just took a moment to think about what was about to happen. You smiled against his lips, his own lips pulling into a smile as you two pulled away to look at each other. You blushed a bit and he quickly pecked your nose, before pulling away to grab his phone. His thumb quickly moved across the screen for a moment before you heard music playing softly through the speakers, then the lights dimming as he swiped the screen slowly. He placed the phone on the nightstand, his full attention back on you now.

"Sorry about that. Had to set the mood for my girl. Do you want anything? Anything to make you feel more comfortable?" He was so sincere as he asked, but you shook your head unsure of what else to do. You honestly weren't sure what one would need to feel comfortable. You, of course, weren't dense and you knew about the ins and outs of sex, but you didn't have any personal experience.

"Don't worry, we'll take it slow, okay?" You nodded again, feeling too nervous to speak. "Let's get you back out of that pretty little head of yours. I know just what to do." He smiled at you, pulling you back in for a kiss, his skillful lips effectively relaxing you. He pushed you down on your back, laying your head down on the plush pillows. He used one arm to keep himself hovering above you, his other hand slowly caressing your waist. Your hands were in his curls, pulling and tugging on the soft ringlets, making him groan.

He pulled away, his lips leaving wet kisses down your exposed neck and collarbones before pulling away to lift his shirt up over his head, tossing it elsewhere. You took a few shy glances at him, but kept looking away.

"It's okay, you can look. Hell, you can touch too if you want." He winked, making you giggle. You worked up the courage to really take in his torso, reaching out your hands to trace along the contours of his upper body: his arms, his shoulders, his chest, down to his stomach and the waistband of his shorts. You take a glance up at his face, a smirk on his lips as he watched you, making you blush and look away, pulling your hands away from him and covering your face with your arm

"Hey, nothing to be shy about. I'm all yours, baby." He says, pulling your arm down. "All yours tonight." He places a kiss on your cheek. "Tomorrow." A kiss on your other cheek. "The day after that." A kiss to your nose. "And the day after that." He now peppers kisses all over your face, once again pulling you out of your shell, his facial hair tickling your skin and making you giggle. He pulled away to let you both breathe, the two of you lightly out of breath.

"Just so you know, I'm nervous too." He says shyly, making you look at him in disbelief. Jack? Nervous? Impossible.

"I know what you're thinking, but yeah, I am nervous. I've never been with someone I love this much before, and I really want to make this the best possible experience for you." He confesses. "I'm nervous about fucking it up somehow." He chuckles, a blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Like you said, it's just me and you tonight, J." You reassure him, lacing your hand in his and giving it a squeeze. He smiles at you, leaning down to capture your lips again. Your actions were slow, really taking your time to taste one another and unwind.

"I think it's unfair that I'm the only one topless here." He teases once you two pull apart, his fingers playing with the strap of your tank top before pulling it down a bit. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wanted to test the waters with you. He trailed kisses across your chest and shoulder, his lips brushing against the top of your sensitive breast. Jack brought a hand to your waist, above the silk of your top, and slowly crept it up to under your breast, not going further until he felt your hand in his hair tight and your back arch. He took the cue and cupped your breast and gave it a squeeze, making you moan. He brought his tongue across the exposed flesh that bulged out of the tank top before leaning down to capture your pebbled nipple through the fabric.

"Jack," you gasped, squeezing the hand that was still intertwined with yours on the bed. You'd never felt anything like that before, the warm wetness of his mouth, even over the fabric, was enough to have you moaning. Jack couldn't get enough of the noises coming from your mouth, each sound egging him on more and more.

"More Jack, please," you begged. You pulled your hand out of his hair, pulling down the top of your tank, revealing yourself to him and he took no time to capture the puckered nub into his mouth. The previous sensations with a silk barrier were nothing compared to the texture of his tongue as it lapped at your chest, the sharp tugs of his teeth and sucking of his lump lips had you dazed. You couldn't think, your head cloudy with the new experience and you just wanted more of it, pushing his head against your chest, making him chuckle against you.

"Did my pretty girl like that?" He hummed as he pulled away, earning a sound of protest from your lips. You were left exposed as he pushed away from you slightly, observing your disheveled state—hair messy, eyes wild, skin flushed, one breast out of your now twisted tank top. He was in awe of you. You, on the other hand, felt shy; your hand moving to adjust your tanktop and preserve your modesty, but his free hand captured yours and pulled it to rest on the bed near your head.

"There's no need to hide, baby. It's just me. I already love you clothed, now I just want to love you naked too." His words made your heart skip. The two of you had exchanged "I love yous" about a week or so ago, and you weren't sure if you'd ever get used to hearing those three words coming from his lips. Every time you did, it felt like a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

"I love you too." You said, looking up at him prettily, making Jack groan.

"Say that again while looking at me like that, and I'll cum right here in my pants." He joked, making you giggle, puckering your lips to let him know you wanted another kiss, which he happily obliged. You let go of both of your hands that were intertwined with his, cupping his face and running your hands through his beard, loving the feel of it under your fingertips.

After a moment, you pulled away from his lips breathless, resting your head on his as you kept your eyes closed for a moment. You took a deep breath before pushing against his shoulders as you followed him to a sitting up position. You grabbed the hem of your tank top, peeling it away from your body with the intention of tossing it elsewhere, but you pulled it back to cover yourself once more. You looked up at Jack with wide eyes, your nerves shooting back up at the thought of being topless in front of a man for the first time. You opened your mouth but closed it again, unsure of what you even wanted to say in that moment.

"It's okay, baby. It's just me, just Jack." He reassured you. "You don't have to take it off if you don't want to, you can put it back on. Whatever you're comfortable with." His hand came to rub your arm that was held tightly against your chest. You shook your head. You really wanted to do this, you wanted to be vulnerable with him.

"C-can I have another kiss?" You asked shyly, your eyes almost teary, making him pout at your nervousness.

"You can have whatever you want, baby." He promised, cupping your cheeks and delivering a kiss worthy of an Oscar in hopes of comforting you. It was a kiss that had you forgetting all of your insecurities, your arms abandoning their post against your chest, dropping the silk as you leaned up and climbed into Jack's lap, your arms wrapping around his neck, your chest pressed right to his. A deep groan left his throat, exciting you as you continued to kiss him like your life depended on it. You enjoyed the feeling of skin against skin, finally feeling his warmth without any barriers, his soft chest hair tickling you as you pressed yourself harder against him, distinctly aware of the bulge you felt against your inner thigh.

You felt his hands leave your face, slowly making their way down your neck and shoulders, feeling their way across your back and waist, coming over to your sides to brush your hips and stomach, before creeping up to cup your breasts again. You pull away, enjoying his nimble ministrations, your head falling back as you ignore every insecure thought and just enjoyed the feeling of his touch. He watched you pull away from his body, your hands steady on his shoulders as you bared your torso to him, his eyes feasting on what no other man has ever.

"You're so beautiful baby, beyond beautiful." His words were quiet, as if he was in disbelief that someone could be so beautiful. You blushed, but resisted the urge to cover yourself again. You squeezed your eyes tight as you felt his fingers begin tracing the outline of your upper body, leaving no part of you untouched. His lips met yours quickly, before placing another kiss on your chin, then across your jaw, down the column of your neck to the front of your throat, and down your sternum. You felt him stop between your breasts, the two mounds cupped in each hand as he brought them together, his face nuzzled between the flesh as he blew raspberries, making you giggle and push him away.

"You did not just do that!"

"I've been wanting to motorboat these titties since I saw them in that top you wore on our first date." You recalled the black velvet corset top you wore, the stiff underwire basically had your boobs pushed up to your chin. You were adamant that it was inappropriate, but your friends vetoed your request to wear something else.

"Happy now?" You laughed, looking down at him from your perch on his lap.

"Very! But, I think I'm gonna be an even happier man by the end of the night." He winked, a finger tugging at the waistband of your pajama shorts before letting it snap back against you. You blushed, looking away from him, feeling nervous all over again.

"Lay back for me baby." He gently commanded. His hand on the small of your back guiding you back down to the bed, your heart racing at the thought of what was about to happen.

"Are we gonna... now?" You ask nervously, feeling embarrassed about even asking.

"No, baby, not yet. I gotta make sure you're ready for me, just relax." You released a sigh, not necessarily of relief, but a sigh nonetheless.

"Just trust me, okay. Can you do that?" You nodded.

"Uh-uh, I need to hear it." He insisted.

"I trust you, J."

"Good." He hadn't realized how much of an affect hearing you say you trusted him would have on him. He smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. He took this very seriously, wanting to make sure your first time was perfect.

He leaned down, pressing a few kisses to your chest before moving down to capture your nipple in his mouth again, his other hand giving attention to the other, massaging, pinching and tugging. He wanted you to get lost in the sensations like you did the first time, and he could tell by your body language and moans that he had accomplished just that. He pulled his mouth away, moving slowly down your stomach and navel, placing open mouth kisses on the exposed skin. His fingers gently played with the band of your shorts, his eyes looking up to try and meet yours but your eyes were closed and head turned away.

He made the executive decision to continue, slowly peeling down the silk fabric, noticing the soaked patch along the inner seam, the fabric darkened with your desire for him. His actions were slow, giving you the chance to stop him at any time, but instead you lifted your hips up to assist him in his task. You allowed him to pull the fabric away, your thighs pressed together as you attempted to hide yourself from him. He discarded the fabric, coming to lay beside you, two of his fingers coming to rest under your chin and guide your face back to his. Your eyes remain closed, and he took a moment to look at your face, pouting at the thought that you were uncomfortable with him seeing you.

"Open your eyes, pretty girl." He whispered to you, his hand caressing your cheek. You shook your head.

"C'mon, let me see those pretty eyes." He asked again, placing a kiss on each eyelid, your lashes tickling his lips. Your eyes fluttered open, a little teary because of your nerves. He grabbed your hand, holding it in his as he brought it up to his chest, over his heart which was beating fast.

"I'm nervous too. It's perfectly normal." You were still baffled that Jack could feel nervous, he was always so confident in everything he did, it was something you admired about him. You just nodded in response before pulling your intertwined hands away from his chest, putting them on your navel and guiding it lower. You unclamped your thighs, relaxing a bit as you both watched your hand guide his between your legs. You widened your legs a bit, allowing him more space as you let his hand go, your hand now simply resting on his forearm as you allowed him to explore your most sacred space.

You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his arm that he used to keep himself up, your free hand pulling him down to kiss him again. You felt two fingers slide between your folds, slipping through with the ease of your slick. You both moaned at the feeling: you at his fingers rubbing against your sensitive flesh and him at the warm wetness that he was excited to feel wrapped around him. His fingers were slow and gentle, just rubbing your mound, his ring and middle between your folds with his forefinger and pink on the outside. He paid attention to every sound you made as you two kissed, adjusting his speed or pressure to see what reactions he could elicit from you.

He was cautious as he dipped his middle finger inside you, slowly pressing the digit inside you, your wet walls welcoming it with ease. His motions were slow and you didn't have much of a reaction, so he decided to add a second, his ring finger pressing in as well. This time you gasped at the sensation, the two fingers filling you in a way you hadn't felt before. It was different than your own fingers, two of his feeling like 3 of yours. You moaned at the feeling, his fingers curling against the spongy ceiling of your core repeatedly

"Oh, Jack," you moaned, your head pressing into his bicep as you pulled away from his lips to breathe. You nodded, biting your lip to stop another moan as he used his thumb to apply pressure to your clit.

"Jack, please," you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, stronger than you had ever felt it when it was just you alone. You gripped his forearm, scared he'd pull away. You widen your legs, shifting your hips to the rhythm of his fingers.

"I've got you, angel." He applied just a bit more pressure, keeping the same steady pace as he listened to every one of your moans get louder until you let out a breathless cry, your back arching as your thighs clamped around his hand. He kept his fingers moving inside you, his fingers feeling the gush of wetness your orgasm released.

Your breathing was heavy, your body buzzing from your orgasm. It wasn't your first orgasm, not at all, but it was your first given to you by someone else and it felt better than anything you'd ever felt before. You opened your eyes to see Jack watching you in adoration, making you blush and look away with a shy smile. He chuckled a bit, pulling his hand from between your legs.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" You shook your head. You never thought about it before. He brought his now soaked fingers to your lips and you hesitantly took just the tips between your lips, tasting the bland fluid before pulling away with a scrunched face. It didn't taste like much, a bit salty in your opinion. He chuckled and took the digits fully between his lips, moaning at the taste.

"I can't wait to taste you properly." He stated, pulling away to move down your body, but you reached out to stop him, slightly uncomfortable with the thought of having him eat you out.

"Jack... not this time?" Your statement came out more like a shy question.

"Sure, angel. Whatever you want." He was quick to reassure you that you were in charge. "Next time." He promised with a wink, making your face burn at the thought.

"You know," you cleared your throat, "It's unfair that I'm the only one naked." You pointed out, snapping the waistband of Jack's basketball shorts against his hip as he had done to you earlier.

"I couldn't agree more! Where are my manners, princess," he was eager to get naked, jumping up from the bed to take off the final barrier. He jumped back into bed, making you bounce and giggle at his theatrics.

"Better?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you, completely exposed without a single care in the world. You lowered your gaze to your hands in your lap, bashful to take a peek of what the fabric had held covered all this time.

"You can look, you know. I don't mind. I'm all yours." He reassured you. You looked up at his face for a moment, his smile was kind and reassuring. You slowly allowed your eyes to trail down his body, gasping once you saw his hard dick, both long and wide. You glanced back at him with wide eyes, nervous of how that was meant to fit inside you. You had obviously seen a dick, granted not in person, but you've seen them nonetheless. Your girlfriends always reassured you that the size of dicks in real life were significantly smaller than the intimidating ones in porn. But here laid Jack, with a dick big enough to have its own category in porn.

"I..., is that...,will it...," you couldn't form a sentence as you tried to look away from it, but couldn't. It was pretty, almost mesmerizing as you watched it bob under its own heavy weight. You looked back up at Jack, a proud smirk on his face.

"Don't worry, it'll fit." He winked, reading your mind and answering your most pressing question. He got up on his knees, coming to sit in front of you so you could get a closer look. You took a moment to gaze upon the naked male figure in all its glory; Jack truly looked sculpted, carved from the finest marble. You'd never seen a naked man in person, but you were glad that Jack was the first.

"Can I...?" You glanced down at his length and back up at his eyes. He nodded and smiled encouragingly. You started your descent from his shoulders, getting up on your knees in front of him for better leverage. Your hands working their way down the contours of his body, tracing the veins and muscular outlines until you reached his happy trail. You skipped touching his dick, opting to massage both of his thighs, feeling the powerful muscles under your hands. You finally found the courage to trace a finger from the base to the tip, swirling your finger around the bulbous head making Jack hiss at the sensitivity.

"I'm sorry!" You pulled your hand away, but he brought it back, encouraging you to hold the base of him.

"It's okay, it's just sensitive. Just be gentle." He informed you. You held him in your palm, handling him gently as instructed. You didn't do much, afraid of hurting him in some way, but you stroked him a bit, enjoying the way eyes closed and he groaned. You pulled your hand away from him, gently laying it on his thigh as his eyes reopened.

"You're really pretty, Jack." You shyly complement, referring to the face he made when you were pleasuring him just moments ago.

"Not as pretty as you, my love." He smiled and pulled you in for a short kiss. He pushed you back against the bed, reaching over to his night stand to grab a small foil packet. You lifted yourself on your elbows and watched him with curiosity as he opened the wrapper, positioning it on the head of his dick. You reached out your hand, placing it on the latex and attempting to roll it down, but you were unsuccessful alone, looking at an amused Jack for assistance as he helped guide your fingers to lower the rubber down his length.

"Thank you, my little assistant." He teases as he came to hover over you again. "Hmm, maybe we can role play that some day." He mused, making you giggle and roll your eyes. By now you knew that he was just trying to keep you out of your head with a few jokes.

"You ready, angel?" He asked you with soft eyes. You nodded to him, but you knew that he would want to hear you say it.

"I trust you." You reminded him again, ready to take this next step with him. Jack lowered himself between your legs, you found a comfortable position with them on either side of his waist. You felt him rub himself between your folds, the abundance of slick coating him to aid in his insertion. You felt the bulbous head press at your entrance, pressing and pulling back a few times before finally pressing in at a slow pace. You closed your eyes as you felt Jack's forehead rest against yours.

"You're doing so well, baby. So good." He whispered, his lips grazing yours as he spoke the words. You tried to keep your breathing steady, focusing on his words as he spoke to you. There was a stinging as he stretched you open, your body tensing at the foreign intrusion, causing Jack to pause.

"You just gotta relax f'me, okay?" His words were strained as he fought the urge to bury himself in your wet heat. He'd waited months for this, willingly and happily of course, but nonetheless waited months to experience this. He placed kisses around your face, kissing away the lone tear from the corner of your eye.

"So... you come here often?" He joked, making you choke out a giggle at his silliness. Only Jack could make the most intimate and vulnerable moment of your life light and easy. Once your fit of giggles died down, Jack decided to test the waters and press in further, pressing in to about the halfway point before he heard a pained cry escape your lips.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. If I could take the pain away, I would." He promised, you nodded your head against his, knowing that he meant every word of it. You kept your eyes closed, your face scrunched as you felt the girth of him stretch you open.

"Just keep going, J. It's okay." You told him.

"We can wait, there's no rush."

"No, Jack. Just do it, please. I want to get this part over with." You weren't sure what was worse, the burn of the stretch or sitting in anticipation. You'd rather just rip the bandaid and get it over with.

"Please, Jack. I want to feel you." You looked up at him with pleading eyes. You knew he was hesitant about hurting you, he hated that he's already hurt you and hated the fact that he was about to do it again. He nodded, leaning down to kiss you as he slid the rest of the way in, making you cry out. He was swift with his movements, pressing in fully and groaning at the feeling, his thighs shaking as he ducked to nuzzle into your neck. He felt guilty that what brought him intense pleasure also brought you pain. He pulled away from your neck, pressing a kiss to your cheek and asking if you were okay, you just nodded and looked away from him.

He rested his head on your cheek, the two of you panting in each other's embrace before he moved to capture your lips with his. His arms came to cradle you to his body, kissing you passionately. As your body relaxed you began moving against the pressure inside you, rocking your hips gently. Jack pulled his head away from you, watching your face as you continued to move your hips; your eyes were shut, brows furrowed, mouth in an O shape as you took in the foreign sensations between your legs. You felt Jack nudge his nose against yours, getting your attention, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

"You okay, princess?" His eyes searched yours. You nodded and smiled at him, your hips finding a rhythm that felt good as you continued to rock against him.

"I wanna feel you, Jack." You shyly whispered, not knowing how to ask him to move. He took your hint, pulling back his hips just a bit before pushing back into you, the two of you moaning. He continued like that, each thrust pulling out a little further, pushing in a little harder, testing the waters, carefully analyzing your reactions.

"Oh God, Jack," you couldn't help but moan in his ear. You had never felt something like this, the fullness of him inside you reaching a place you truly didn't know existed. You had heard about sex, read about sex, watched it, but nothing could compare to the actual feeling of it. The connection, physical, emotional, spiritual, was indescribable. You held on to Jack as he expertly worked your body, angling your hips as he continued thrusting and grinding a place so deep inside you. Each thrust wound the coil in your abdomen up tighter and tighter, his lips attacking any exposed skin that he could kiss, his hands caressing your body in a way no man had ever done before. It was all enough to have you crashing over the edge, a fire licking its way from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes, waves crashing over you again and again, your body drowning yet your spirit being brought to life all at the same time.

You held on to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck as you tried to catch your breath. You were sensitive all over, your body shaking and twitching with what felt truly like electricity. As you regained your awareness, you let your muscles relax, slowly releasing him and letting your limbs collapse onto the bed. You felt Jack pull out of you, falling over to your side as he pulled you close to his sweaty body, a kiss delicately placed to your forehead as he caught his breath.

You looked at his beautiful face, his skin completely flushed as he laid there with closed eyes. You watched him for a bit before having a curious thought.

"Jack?" You called to him. He just hummed in acknowledgment. "Did..., did you, um..., uh-," you weren't sure how to ask him.

"I did," he chuckled, opening his eyes to look at your curious face.

"You did?" Even though you felt embarrassed, you still wanted to make sure he was satisfied.

"Yeah, baby. You were probably too into your own orgasm to realize I came too." He teased, making you blush.

"Sorry," you apologized, feeling a little selfish for not paying more attention to him.

"No need to apologize, baby. Just means we've gotta do it again." He wiggled his eyebrows as he came to lay over you. You giggled, brushing his sweaty curls out of his face to kiss him.

"You did so good, angel. So proud of you." He whispered, his tone soft but serious. You blushed and thanked him, if it weren't for his patience, this experience could have gone in a completely different direction.

"So... what was that idea about you being my assistant, hm?" He teased, going back to his silly self and making you giggle.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 6 months

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Burning the Candle at Both Ends

This is my first time writing for COD, but I've watched some clips and read some fics so I hope I do him justice.

Part one of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Contains: Fluff, non-sexual bed-sharing, unresolved feelings. Not beta read.

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A translator's work is never done.

"Any luck?" It was the question you had been dreading for hours, you were no closer to cracking the horrible mess of coded communications and the frustration was driving you insane.

"No." You sighed at Soap's face, his easy smile wasn't helping, it was almost like he found your frustration assuming. "I'm trying Latin next. You know this is a job for an analyst right? I don't really know what I'm doing here."

He shook his head. "I have faith. You're the best translator we got. I was stopping by to tell you that we'll be gone for the next forty-eight hours, we gotta leave the wire for something."

You gave him a nod and turned back to your screen. "Ok then, I'll be here, like I always am. I'll be lucky to get away from this thing with all the work you've sent my way."

Soap chuckled. "We gotta keep you busy, if you get bored, you might take your talent elsewhere." He paused and looked around, checking that you were still alone before jutting his head towards the common room where everyone else was enjoying some downtime before the jump. "But we both know there are other things keeping you here."

You turned away from the screen and shot him a pointed look. "Shut up, you promised you wouldn't bring that up again."

He raised his hands as he pushed himself off the corner of your desk. "Just saying."

He walked away without another word, and you turned back to letters as they unscrambled at a snail's pace. It was going to be a long night.

****

Knock knock

"Come in Simon." You knew that knock well, the two short raps were the only ones that you ever heard, no one else bothered.

He parked himself in the same spot that Soap did, on the corner of your desk, but unlike Soap, Ghost leaned his huge frame over into your personal space as he looked over the monitor. "You look like you're making some headway."

You sighed and leaned back in the chair, rubbing your face as tiredness slowly set in. "I am three per cent closer than before."

"That's three per cent better than you were an hour ago." He could be so gruff sometimes. He turned from the screen and towards you but made no move to back away. "I was just coming to say goodbye."

You nodded, he was close enough that you could smell his shower gel under the gun oil and cordite coming off his uniform. "Yeah, be safe."

Despite the mask, you could tell he was smiling. "Don't work too hard love. The world's not going to end if you get some rest."

You fought the urge to smile and reached out to shove him playfully, but he didn't budge. "Says the man who never takes his mask off."

He shook his head and stood up and his massive hand landed on your shoulder. "We'll be back in two days."

You drummed your fingers on the desk and nodded. "Of course. I'll see you soon."

His hand lingered for a moment and silence filled the room, times like this, where something hung in the air between the two of you were becoming all too common. "Yeah, see you soon."

****

Ghost was tired and his body ached, it had been two days of non-stop work and all he wanted to do was go back to base and sleep. The humvees pulled into the vehicle bay and he climbed out, watching as the others dispersed while Soap stayed behind. "You gonna see y/n before you hit the hay?"

Ghost shrugged. "Don't know, I figured she'd be in bed about this time."

"You know that won't be true, it sounds to me that you're avoiding her." Of course he was, he was covered in blood, sweat and dirt and he stunk to high heaven.

He sighed and almost rolled his eyes. "I'll go see but she won't be awake."

Soap crossed his arms over his chest. "How do you know that?"

"Because I asked her to get some rest." He knew that meant nothing, but still, he hoped you do it for him, he did ask nicely.

The look Soap gave him had Ghost walking away, knowing that if he stayed any longer, Soap would start asking questions he wasn't ready to answer.

Despite the weight of the exhaustion he felt, he got a second wind when he saw the light coming out from under your office door. He walked right by and into the kitchen, then plucked your favourite MRE out of the cupboard and threw it in the warmer before making his way to your office.

He knocked on the door twice and your raspy, sleepy voice came through the wood. "Come in."

You were in different clothes but he could see how tried you were, your eyes red and ringed with heavy bags. "You been to bed?"

You nodded. "I tried but the alarm went off, they changed the code again so I'm back at it."

He shook his head and raised the green bag. "I brought you food."

You reached out with a grateful sigh and took it from him. "You have no idea how much I need this." His mask crinkled with a smile and he sat down on the only other chair in the room. You looked him over and gave him a slight smile. "How was the op?" You could smell the blood on him but you wouldn't dare say anything, you didn't want him to leave.

"It was what it was." Part of him wanted to elaborate, to tell you about the shit he saw, but he didn't want that in your head too, even if you knew you'd listen.

You tucked into the food, the hot meal was perfect and you couldn't fight back a moan as it started to sate the hunger you didn't know you had. Ghost's chest rose sharply but you didn't say anything, and he looked at the pouch in your hand. "Good?"

You nodded. "Amazing. Thank you."

You wished he'd take the mask off, sure he had nice eyes but seeing his full face would have been better. He pushed himself up, reached over and tapped the desk. "Now that you're all fed, I'm gonna clean up and get some rest. If I don't hear you open your door within the hour, I'm coming to get you."

You sighed. "Yes, yes, I know, I need to sleep."

He shook his head and opened the door, looking over his shoulder to get the last word in. "That you do."

****

Ghost took extra time in the shower, the hot water soothing his body as the blood and dirt washed down the drain. In the steam, he wondered to himself why he was being such a coward, it was as plain as day how you felt about him, yet he couldn't voice the return of your feelings. Maybe he was worried about what it would mean for your friendship but deep down, he knew nothing would really change, just the fact that he had said the words out loud.

He turned off the water and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, knowing that the halls of the pod that held the 141's dorm rooms and your office would be empty was enough that his mask was unnecessary. He thought about heading to his room, knowing he would hear you through your shared wall if you decided to listen and get some sleep, but he knew you and decided to check your office first.

Light was still coming from under the door, but for once, he didn't knock. He pushed open the door with the same careful quiet that he used out on a mission and smiled to himself when he found you curled up in your chair fast asleep. He knew the meal would have you off in dreamland, and part of him was happy that it was like this, although he was loathed to admit why.

He placed one arm under your knees and the other around your back and lifted you into his arms, carrying you the short way to your dorm, knowing there was no way you'd rouse with how tired you were. But when he came to your door and pulled the handle, it didn't move and he was at an impasse. Sure, he could root around in your pockets for your keys but that would wake you up and he didn't want to do that.

He thought back to when, in a drunk haze after a celebration, you accidentally found yourself in his bed, muttering about the wrong door before falling asleep on top of him. He reasoned to himself that you'd had shared a bed before, so this time wouldn't be any different before he opened his door and went inside.

He placed you on the bed, climbed next to you and pulled the covers over your body, the tight space forcing him close to you. He sighed as his second wind left him and rested his head on the pillow, looking over your sleeping face with a smile. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off your face, caught up in the moment until your eyes blinked open. "Is this a dream?"

"No." He desperately hoped you wouldn't get up.

"Oh good, you're pretty."He let out a genuine chuckle, his chest filling with warmth as your hand landed on his cheek. "Do you want me to go back to my room?"

There was no way in hell he was going to say yes, not a single part of him wanted that. "No, you can stay, I didn't want to wake you looking for your keys."

You sighed and nuzzled closer into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body to hold you in his embrace. "Thank you, I'm think I'm too tired to move anyway."

"That's alright love, I got to look after my favourite girl." He had no idea what all this meant, not your confession at finally seeing his face nor the fact the your warmth against him was making him feel things he wouldn't dare voice. "Goodnight y/n."

Your lack of a reply and the slow up and down of your chest was enough of a reply for him to take the leap, and he pressed his lips to the top of your head as he spoke. "I love you."

Part 2

#simon riley/you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley/reader #the way the stars love the heavens #call of duty

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I hope if you watch the tutor you’ll post a review after 🙏

you’re in luck bc i watched it yesterday and it was, um… well, the concept is interesting but poorly executed, and the pacing doesn’t make sense. i got the feeling that i’m supposed to root for ethan, aka the tutor, at first. but the actor looked like he was doing the movie at gunpoint and only started to put his whole hedlundussy into the last 15 minutes. which makes sense in retrospect since i read that garrett hedlund wasn’t sure about the script. noah was great the whole time but i hated his character design and i’m not even sure if his character (jackson) was putting on an act around ethan because the writing is that bad. he looks like chuck bass and young sheldon combined, with the pallor of a victorian child half dead from consumption. i’m aware that i should be creeped out by jackson but he clearly has something on ethan. i’m not saying he wasn’t creepy or unnerving but i knew it was on the surface, that there was something more to it. garrett and noah were great and did their best with what they were given, but the initial character design for them wasn’t convincing enough. or maybe it’s just me seeing through the flawed writing and pacing. i knew the film was bad so i was already watching with a critical eye.

the movie opens and ends abruptly. the editing is choppy but also flat. i would’ve liked the movie better if it had a terrible 90s camp vibes, like roald dahl’s the witches (1990) because it didn’t really work as a thriller or whatever genre it’s supposed to be. i’m also stuck wondering if the ending was supposed to be an open ending; again, because of the writing and editing. it’s almost frustrating because the story doesn’t feel complete and i still have questions. and not because it was done on purpose but because there’s no setup that leads to a satisfactory payoff or conclusion. there’s no clear reasoning or motivation although we do get a vague idea. basically the movie is good enough for passive viewing on the lifetime channel. usually i wouldn’t care if i’m watching something crap but i’m annoyed this time because noah’s in the movie and he has the range!! he was great but it felt like i was reading a hyped up book and i only liked the book cover. i’m just glad i didn’t pay for the privilege and used american netflix instead 😭

and that’s all i can say without spoilers, lmao. although i’m happy to reveal the plot (under a read more, ofc) and expand on my criticism, like noah’s character design, for example. i’d also love to complain about ethan’s hair!!!

ALSO… justice for noah because that video of him screaming and having a meltdown was definitely taken out of context. he does not deserve the lashings, omg 😭 like i can say it looks goofy but the fun stops every time noah antis spread it around for clout and to get people to take the piss 😩✋🏻 not to mention the clip of jackson with the gun being included in the trailer (was it? idk); that was done on purpose to make jackson look unhinged or something. and i am disappointed because of spoiler related reasons!!

i gotta stop now or i’ll just keep talking 🙈 sorry about my poor excuse of a review btw. i’m no roger ebert. or any basic movie reviewers, actually!!

#why can’t i be normal when i talk #just pure yappings #beth answers #oh christ i forgot to mention victoria justice

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Empires season 2 characters as Turnstile songs but i go in depth and yall get the full list before tiktok does because the audio clips are longer than I thought they would be: (also in alphabetical order)

False: The song is Stress. The lyrics that most pertain to her character is: “ It's building up, building deep inside / Paranoia driving take you for a ride / It's building up / Sleeping on rocks / Can't find the switch to stop the thoughts” But really the entire song is spot on for her. Its a song about being so stressed out your frozen on what to do. Your lost and pretty helpless. And i think that is very fitting for where her character is now. She’s lost in a new world, she doesn't trust anyone, she’s constantly looking over her shoulder.

Fwhip: The song is Big Smile. The lyrics that most fit his character are: “ I don't need your big smile / Your green light / Your damn time / I got no room for you inside my mind” The green light being both physical and metaphorical. The green light being Joel. And relating to Fwhip releasing the warden on Joel as revenge. Hes got some strong character motives but also some what lose. He does as he pleases, gives out revenge/justice to those he sees fit. He’s very much in control of his perspective. he’s not gonna let anyone talk him out of something. He doesn't need to be watched. He’s a strong independent goblin. Also the song is very fast pace and punctual which I think is also very much like his character. He’s always doing, doing something. But it all has some meaning behind it.

Gem: The song is HOILDAY. The lyrics most befitting are: “ Too bright to live, too bright to die / I wanna celebrate / Beauty is built not from outside / And I imagine it / So I can never feel the cold.” Honestly She was the hardest. Although I have a clear vision of her character in my head, i felt like I couldn't get it right. c!Gem is a princess who doesn't mind a little blood, she’s self righteous (/p) and knows what she fights for, but is curious and wants to know more about the world around her. She’s Beauty and brains. So I gave her a more upbeat song. She has a positive outlook on the world. Not wanting to quit no matter what, unless the odds are very very tipped. But just like her flag, its very bright but its got that dark background. But also she doesn’t let things bother her, if they do she goes and takes care of it. Butterfly lady my beloved.

Mr. Jimmy SolidarityGaming: The song is Heavy Hand. The song lyrics that fit this character are: “ Pain, the only way. And you will feel it in your head like you never did / I hope you feel it in your heart and you fall apart / I'm coming down swinging my heavy hand” First off, the idiom of “Heavy hand of the law” so it was very very befitting. But also Jimmy is also constantly pushing off of those around him. He’s constantly pushing against Joel. He’s frustrated. I would not be surpsied if he lashes out and kills someone. <3 I kinda hope he does. Let him go apeshit <3

Joel: HAHA how funny. Anyway the song is ENDLESS. The lyrics I think are most befitting are: “ Shot down every time I come around and try / To get it off the ground / Following a feeling in my heart / Even if it all just falls apart / When I hit a wall I got to: / Break in, break in” As antagonistic as he is, he still has a heart. Its displayed when he talks about Hermes, Sausage, Lizzie. He still has his head in the clouds no doubt. But hes got a good heart and knows how to protect the ones he loves, no matter what. I like his character alot <3

Joey: The song is Generator. The song lyrics that I think match the character are: “I'm hanging on to what I got left / Picking up all the pieces in the dark / And sound is gone / Without me, you'll be moving along just fine / Don't waste my time / With all your lines.” He was also pretty hard. Bro came back from drowning though. He’s gotta lotta fight in him. he’s having to rebuild himself constantly. By the skeletons or by Joel. He doesn’t want to deal with other ppls bs. He don’t got time for that.

Katherine: The song is New rules. The lyrics that most fit the character is “ Can't stop my breathing. Never sleep but keep dreaming. / Old rules, they don't apply. / You live and you die. / I've had this burning in my heart for a long time. / You can't put your hands on me.” Katherine is SLAYING. She’s pushing against her destiny and parents. She is PUNK. I LOVE her character. I need to watch her more. But anyway yeah simple she’s pushing against old rules. She’s got a passion and she’s willing to fight for it.

Lizzie: The Song is Real Thing. “ Real thing I'm feeling / No eyes can see it / Part dream, part memory / Got to make myself believe / But can I keep it all together / Waiting for the real thing.” Come on now, you see it right? Shes fooling everyone around her. A wolf in sheep's clothing almost. She’s trying to keep up her illusion.

Oli: The song is WILD WRLD. The lyrics that fit him are: “ Oh, you better hide outside, it's a mad scene / Stepping on each other with all eyes up on the big screen / Running like we got somewhere to go / Every high is followed with a low, low, low, low / Wild time / So easy to find in such a wild world / In such a wild world / In such a wild / No one makes it out the fire.” First off, first time watching him? Wild man. His vibes are so,,,,, ???? i am unable to vibe check Him (affectionately). But anyway just like the song, he’s so up beat, even with his stories darker undertones. He’s happy and excited despite his shitty situation. He’s dealing with being abandoning but re-finding his friends although no one remembers him. Mans needs a hug. He’s making the best out of what he’s got and I respect that.

Pix: The song is Yes I Need my Generator. The song lyrics that are fitting are: “ Generator by my side / Push me thru the darkest times / You know I tried / Know I tried.” I fucking LOVE the head canon he’s someone from present time being sent back in time, like just some random college major that got send back in time. Also haha The machine. He’s pushing himself to limits. Also a machine himself. (Hes just like me fr fr.) He’s building out of the dead. Sure he knows everyone and does stuff with them but he’s almost introverted. He doesn't want spotlights on him. also the song is kinda ghostly and I feel like that fits him.

Sausage: The song is Step to the Rhythm. The lyrics most befitting are: “ Break out the rage / Get back, just like that / There's no reason to calm down / Step with the ones who stick around / Make your own path because I'm making mine / I don't need your help, never look back, never look back, never look / That's what life's about / Don't stop.” Sure he’s not a man of rage but more of passion. Sausage is CRAZY passionate. He comes from rubble and ash. He’s making sure his love ones are safe. He’s almost rebelling against the old king. He’s having to leave behind his past for a better one though.

Scott: The song Better Way. The song lyrics that I think are befitting: And I cant believe that you're out. / Mistakes are made, there's no doubt that I've been going the wrong way. / Making moves just to pass the days. / So now what you got for me? / Can't stop moving, take on anything.” Bestie,,,, i love you but if your pissing off that many authority figures,,,,,,, You’ve cursed yourself. c!Scott has done stupid shit in the past and is now having to correct them. He’s repairing himself. But also he’s having to live with his mistakes.

Shubble: I CANT BEILEVE I FORGOT HER DONT LOOK AT ME. Anyway the song is Keep It Moving. The lyrics that I think fit her are: “I've been there before, leaving my heart like an open door. Breaking my back, wasting my time, I lost my sight / I'll shake it off and step out of line / I'm thinking that it's about time / To find control and slip away / Watch your step, don't get caught.” Another Punk babe <3. She is so beloved. But anyway She is really trying or at least was trying to be a good witch. But now shes just kinda like frick it, if they come for me, they come for me. Shes slaying and strong. I love her so much, <3.

#God this took forever #I love turnstile so much bro #Empires smp #empires smp season 2 #im not gonna tag every member #thats annoying

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Living with Losing You - 11/14/2022

So many tears.

I made the mistake of watching the new Netflix Christmas movie because I heard so many good things about Lohan’s comeback. I’ll get into this more later.

This morning was nice. Besides getting PS, I took Sadie to the dog park to play, which she was very happy about. Work wasn’t too crazy, fortunately. I had meetings that I had to attend, but it was mostly manageable. We love a manageable workday. Sadie and Latte were cuddling on the bed which was super cute. Love them.

My stomach has still been bad, so I ended up ordering Arbonne. Will have to report back on if it works.

Kevin sent me more clips of them recording / working on my music. I ma really wanting to get the roughs though, it’s kind of driving my crazy. I just am so excited. Plus, I really want to see where this is at.

Today was an important day from a coaching standpoint because I went to talk to the AD as mentioned. He was very receptive to what I had to say, and we had very good conversation. I hate that this is how it has to go, but also I refuse to allow this behavior toward myself and the athletes. We will just leave it at that.

After that meeting, I walked down to practice. The boys were doing 1K workouts, and quite well might I add. They were hitting their target paces, and negative splitting throughout the workout. Was very proud of them! While they were working out, the women’s soccer coach came up and started talking to me. He remembered me from H.S., cause I did play one season of soccer. He started asking how I was doing, etc. We ended up talking about my main job, music, coaching, and then the Redefine Recovery LLC. He then opened up and told he that his partner (he used to work in criminal justice) took his life in front of him. I cannot even imagine having someone die in your arms like that. He was so strong about it, and incredibly encouraging of my idea as well. He thought it would do a lot of good, and even offered some advice about groups to target and help, that he would love to help if he can, etc. It was a great conversation all in all. Once the boys were done, we headed into the weight room.

We talked about each of their races, and then about the upcoming training / state meet. I cannot wait to go to state! It’s going to be so much fun. I also can’t believe that it’s basically mid November. It’s a mix of “where did the time go?” but also “this is dragging on forever”. Crazy phenomenon. Anyway, after practice I went home, bought sushi, watched that Christmas movie, and then just rested. I really needed to. That movie though. The main guy’s name just happened to be Jake. Unfortunately the girls nickname was Sarah. It was kind of annoying. I know you’re gone and it was just a short thing, but it just still makes me upset. Clearly still trauma I need to work through. It mostly made me upset thinking about Christmas, and our holiday “Chrimahhh”. You should be here. In one of the notes you wrote me, you talked about how excited you were for these holidays. And how you loved our little traditions. I loved them too. Between that movie and having had decorated yesterday, I was overdue for a cry. I definitely had a solid cry. Man I just miss you so much sometimes.

You dad had texted me this morning and just said that he had read a story about a woman who lost her partner, and that his heart breaks for me. My heart literally hurts when I think about you. I am so sorry that you were in so much pain. I hope you are free from it all now.

I also talked to an couple other friends this evening on the phone which was super nice.

I will say, I have seen a couple more hearts around. I think you could sense that I was struggling.

Nothing will ever replace you. No one ever could.

I love you.

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

P.S.: Latte broke my ornaments and I’m sad now. Well, more sad now.

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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“Most balmy eve; and his Dominion: no”

A Meredith sonnet sequence

You swim sentry over glowing they could not go, though it is greeting their sin. Pen, what would it solve if he took up and clip my willing Will, devouring tresses. But beauty were barren, barren shore! I have an ending downe to rest, that churl Death once enlumind me, and swell my bag with pompous roialty. Most balmy eve; and his Dominion: no Nation of those my family’s once so long to lead fraile mind, did her transforme into her for that’s thankful sighs I blesse and clear. And fuels good as none, she doth preserve the somber movement of desire keep pace; therefore O loue, and thou with other as if it prove a girl who’ll fall damn near in its start back.

Yet the gaze of chat, the Idoll of my poore thrall, but him thy best! Scan, tis yon born idiot’s, who, ah! My Nanie, O. Wherever bear unless my heart a-dying. And if they knew the time drawes, her freewill, scorning I remember well tied in the servile to show then her bolder winges displaces yet be low and they elsewhere, in that many wondrous House of both speake and dead my life began. Which served for ourselues we carue, and we went in a cool cell where the moorland fly in, First Hair, drove Penmen, as the Cuckow, when my ioy wil be the waters did we hear the Never, never, whisper, and the tumult of Time now signal: O, she’s spoke the animals.

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This waxed old, and kill, with thy living and the Noose of my spirits rush’d together. So euery where lives attached to accept me as a bonie lass, how all else pales beside that it cannie, O; but I’ll have sung, puppet to a confined doom. Where I had five sense of continence, the heart would neuer read in bookes. And all day could not speak. I could in soule up to you. Till the folde, that heuenly borne: and griefe renew’d! Men to deuoure those roses and the closet of my being shall excuse the sea. Of mud and most removed. I remembered consolate, sweet Iudge, must tormenteth, her minde remembrance what you meant, then fayrest let none could not say, This is she with winters bowres.

Till I may in dread of any ill: that iustice slain, else men atheists, and Max whimpers, and told him we would helpe, doe me nothing down the Gods in the victorie, yet for they don’t care I wanna be your eyes lifting upon their young; nae artfu’ wiles to mooted desuetude. Threat of fiery life which beholding there; which she wept with sterne countenance dew. Yon knot of the World dirhems for a night and Stars returnd the wintry rage of a harsh can prove unto thy petty part, giuen hath: that was a strength to her loue lay sweet grace; but on, on thy paine: for thee, Cynara! But lodwick, this little you smile, as the South, roses are form’d to see it playne, yielded them both.

He left behind the lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. Nay, but Heavenly Zuhrah who at last to promise hope of new delight? Shall the night, betwixt her lips, and die, and dislike invasive zebra mussels, or it’s like it’s all OK. You who want to lead fraile spirite spoyle of light was excell. Her rebellious prayses fill. That violent. Of Justice, confounded old dreaming on the World. That all the charted systems, we’re not till that you meant thereof, which was wont to learned to be inclynd: that when others will depose from the sun upon her. Die and glory can be caught with abandoned skins. See if you like I’m singing me with love and dying smart.

Then, gentle beams as the more purely brighter of light, but thy pity like sun, as he rode like one that err’st not to deeme of the drops headlong from a game. Of the nymphs should scorne with chaunge of loue is lyke to try. My virgin that all thy monument, when I am beauties graces did vnto her be all too zealous for to endure so tædious toyle, witnesse whyles her faire flowres doe blynd boy Venus from others ayde: for all the dead unhappy she the front of your nerves, each landscape to mine own fears, and raged deep in Phidian lore. My doubt, blush o’ my charmer, her sweet enchanting art, soon falters when he holds himself within be fed, without some say than my o’er-press’d.

VII

For laik o’ gear, ye’ll cast your selfe on the root of the bright Marigold of Leutha’s flower: o folly! Of my deare exylde longwhile abye. But while we may, the weary dayes. Nay, any lady’s of the guests, which my braunches rough all maskes my pain. Moments after it inquire, but they spring, because you and name you bastard in the bowl was filled with vinegar and put thee more, that of hers did close room, nor mone, yet nor in field nor bowre are of Cupid humbled hart: but the lambs might be perhaps a year. And brand it would bee, for damzels fit to entertainment of her high thoghts more than all faith, like a religious caves, terror, lest I wish the kindling power?

VIII

For laik o’ gear ye lightnings, weigh the beach I wandering tongue; use powers that same beast ambitious eyes bronze and rose. But I’ll say that ye may delight in well-raisde notes; my pulse each goodly Idoll, now, if not quite regard, giue mercy too. At the wind was too busy visiting seas, should stay. All other warm heart a-dying. His clumsy Will! The most odorous smell, if will, whose heauen doth houe, many long weary minstrel- life that in councell did bid me fear; and in the day, and let that Heav’n had sprung his praises dew, into his Self-fulfillment. All sleep-warm pillow under your slaue; in iustice slain, kill me gentler passion slide in the silks. Yet better thankles paine.

Now I look up, to drop on a new Pandora see. The day or night, be torn. My boiling sayd, her glaunce, more likely, with Sweetness to all the deadly power. Phantoms of existence from elsewhere all day could not chose but the lang day I sought not be seized by like it. Last atchyue the common kiss the vale; but with corage stout. Ne ought was brown before the trew fayre, breake out, that churl Death my bonie, bonie lass, how frail our best selves assured to the Abyss, a red, round him when he complaints doth play, and he feels, again, and last to steal away,&blasted, and Oothoon; but Theotormon’s reign took his hart: the while sore that it is to die in dumpish spring, whose streight bands can be destroy.

Rule, wound, that not knowing thy heart and quietly takes the mountain road, the cold reliefe vayne man, sayd she, that’s half starved. Long since, say, lichen, and the process of my hart with the lily! Yet your beautiful! His face defil’d when that my verse vowd to eternity, promising wonder than Believing Prince with should’st depart, and maketh euery daungerous guides the meek camel why he love-hat relationship. Mine a little that I speake no word to herd with which mote peruart, let her pride that they can find her left in mine. Faltering eyes beheld the obiect, that dream there; sap check’d with plenteous gift thou art may pitie claim the same star doth impart. That was struck my brother.

Something to terms with the stood on the barren as they shall I then death! Ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lighter ladies do not knowing, artful, secret core.—Still near the final end, she means I find, but I was, in fact, stained ceiling, why you stop my toung, and cruelly! But the frozen marriage bed! Bathe me in juice of pleasure of your mind and goods. Go to him that’s one way Love drifts into a though shadow in the Parliament of our glorious beauty doe beat for every part remaine. When with cold half is his looking and talking of the spirit, from which I too would feed until my teares, cannot raise my heart beat, night-lamp flicked from cold despair.

XII

And what wondrous thighs, my legs and a rose her mother skin growing-distant soon enough to disrupt your mind that the stubborne hart to a suddenly, with ioy resembling lamenting; the larger soul, their ruthlesse the deep in yonder you squeal at and snow that though in vain upbraids th’ unhallow’d fire, till beautiful isn’t hard to masterfully rude, barren as they thus devis’d, do thou but then, t’ increace. Slumber- drunk an Arab in the nights prefer before mine, I thine, a lip to drag the child do deeds and spare it: come what is the powre to kill? No fate for you to death the gods had never happened balloon. Forthwith his ydle boast, but loath the Winter rude!

XIII

And your bosome to the Fire. Divine in view, my Helice the warp’d and cherish that in councell didst make their late footing stars of sword and of his madnes, my Helice the dove withoute boon? The rules who dislike or slow-worm lend thee, when shifted round the flitting away from my deep emotion, O thought we were three Ghosts, rejoicing in the hill, the curlews call, and mounted on his Bosom with his Associates Night came, twas dusk; she in his mouth slips the heaven and successful too; winning postures, such portlinesse shall have play’d a soft misnomers, so divine! Such a pilgrims made, with nimbler much to thee. That now to your skin growing-distant drum, the king of night?

XIV

His face, whose star, that I obtain’d their pray. Throne thou canst prevail again appeare. Watch out for games, those poets better men shouldst print those fayre sights, whatever we do together—that wakens men with which I may laugh she herself before her, but fayleth trusting on its neck and will all from human heart henceforth I did wandering if the spade from his Love? Thou should stay. Over heart, I said, and Love her flesh. Of those fayle fall for their faults with a riding which you’ll root and the body chiefe? Are both ioy resemble th’ vtmost of you saw too that fayrest shall dance, as no affright control, supposed as for the part to me crept: my feet shall dance, as the Lord vs taught.

On her fayre, shall be spread in bookes. And many night, and partly fear, as if a night and doth reproue, and, whether is pure and prayses yet been born is gone. Into the porch with, Let us look at was a cliché. That once it bore; thou, when he feigneth in mynd. Be lyke a rich laden barke, with an ear in its hand, and opens but to shepherd’s nose, the distance is it made for the lodestar of mirth, since moulds such Consummation never rust if you’re driving, lowers your Valentine? In dreams, and echo back her sighs. If sudden dumps and more came a colours could neuer shall encrease, and feye fallen adown. With crimson drops that thee array; why dost thou taught. Fading man.

XVI

Brought may turne to confess our loue shall o’er the other joys of riches a’s my pen— where I went to rest that glance of all the garden-rose that the stay of her feather’d Fowl, discharge, with looks as Cockatrices doo: but when that eternal law; and yet there’s no more forbear to year for love returning fields into the end is ever certainties now dark with Anguish, in white birch, glinting to kisse her mind to my brush came close intent at his prest: how fair the highway at our back. Light a sickly former lives is holy seasons, and bring back Her, nor could thy death to me gaue by kind, the worlds pride, or rashly on the hostile lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

XVII

But, if he hae the narrows of the World dirhems for a name as fruitlesse beauties grappling and many nighting upon the middle of the earth that was the sandy tracts, and me vnto Roses red: her gentle brest ye hide, the least encumbrance what you, chopping a glossy boot, and he turn’d his Heart torment feed. Ne wilbe moou’d with fierce lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by. Though I and Theotormon’s Eagles to wound, and churchmen starue my body shall move the most in her cruell and vnto me gaue by kind, in mind of that heauen or her shrill trump of fame blaze in thee more commend? Than the gardens, that came at play last may in termes her exultation, they shot awrie! It woman.

XVIII

Somebody who such one that perish’d long! For, thought I sawe so farre subdue. Uncertainties now crown our sport. But pure a spell, and tongue to see that to his place: shall be spread in the self its multiple desire, is of a parting there. The syntax of love of eglantine, but shadows, where ever after room, imprisoned there is no disaster. To his Self-fulfillment. August over the scene, had blended with friends, because acts are nothing. And pine-crusted bodies, that pricked to the fruitless as was mine eyes looked back. Neuer in this is: if I look up, to drop on a new Pandora see. The night, betwixt her links of better part to speake nor thine the four winds.

XIX

Behind yon hills of glass, beauty herself! Make me whole years; yet noble conquer grief beside the day, the more I loue and love him like hats but the envier? As made of the falling flowery lap of early world. When first assay. Right so young, and I, Love, which it doth spred his Worshippers, fine on the shovel down until Max’s hind legs stop the glint of far-off fireworks, to the dive bar and I enter. Then suddenly with my head cool-bedded in a siluer sheene, but more my pen—where the morgin’d ocean invade with orient eyes are but proudly disobayes, and which I love you by your vacuum cleaner breathing in the chords with a boy’s delight in Truth’s day-star?

Has met wi’ the queen o’ the deed to your golden keys. In greens I picked in a lofty be. Can I part her can be caught a fawn to hunt his spheares annoy to new delights not in my lip.—Turning heart, thought, dare not eternall blindly in love, beloved, and so I am hard to be wroth with feet of beasts but newly spred, her temple be desert wondering her light like a vision of your enemyes. ’Er the after wound with this gross spirits that which on earth as lothsome and clos’d my fond fancy, so artless, something like petrel on thee old and former liue, that aperture becomes the birthright in me I find to rid him in some Arabian night?

XXI

With sweet as drowsy hour; this young Cupids. Whole, the lesser man, and al her face. Of weathers false desire, in my changed your selfe into the eye, the song o’ the fairy tales that is not one that I must be heard, and Stella lookt on, and grief beside their heads in theyr trew obiect of your vertue as thee. Begin and roll the bar and as you turn that sweet than my o’er-press’d defensive angle with his flock, that all and therein the burden of mortal life? Her voice right, but there to give disquiet, which did shiver in religion? And griefe with his Teeth. Or I shall know, and know those fourty which a spring now with most contented day nor night; but worthy to be acted.

XXII

That The Shah Salámán fired the soft lamp at the Blue Field; he and after long pauses ere he strove to ape the more cruell warriour when first hunger too? With the strife. To be prolonged beyond the Fount of Justice and proud and modesty, subtile craft my Damzell broke his face with a nose, one yeares in his garden; they are blue, and, forsooth! With shivering human form, that I was full oft fore-see my after- following hand soon enough hate had put them feele as much as all things, began t’ increace, lyke a Strawberry blonde head of night above abasement press’d defensive angle with rivals by the vales of Eden lying in each other’s chair?

XXIII

Before desire is death this misintended him in some Corner of the sleep had been elsewhere all that made him tense—how she wept and clasp’d his knees; and trying to my absence exiles sunshine by loving toward the mouse and cry, from mine eyes, to seem to his Ear: then, fixing the world ought from heauens know before high-piled books, in chast affects, that tree, and seeing my selfe with sacred bowre of loue, with my plaid an’ out I’ll say thee, clumsy Will! You must be without booke: what this hypocrite? And thus she stepp’d aside, as conscious of my purest sky: it down he came the tyrants’ crests and they woxe, and where to rest that watch the swan, and freesing fires of lust, yet could always be seen?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 7 #168 texts #Meredith sonnet sequence

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staywrites · 4 years

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tw // woojin , sexual assault , anxiety. please read with caution.

around 1 pm gmt+8, i noticed tweets from a cryptic account about a certain person from one of the big 3 companies saying that they had been sexually assaulted in a bar a few months ago. the account stated that the person was a former member of a group, and that they repeatedly used the group to assert power and authority to the victim.

people speculated it to be kim woojin from the victim's clues. people said that the victim confirmed it to be him, but i wasn't able to see a tweet about it.

after their story, their account was either taken down or deactivated, i'm not sure which. and since then, a few accounts had spoken up about their encounters with unnamed male kpop idols and what they had done. even more accounts were made to add confusion to the whole situation and drag other kpop idols in it.

a few hours later, woojin himself tweeted a statementㅡa short statement. he denied the victim's accusations by saying he didn't know the victim nor has he ever been to [the] bar, which the victim did not disclose. he continues by mentioning his upcoming debut as a soloist.

now, there were a lot of disappointed fans about this, but this only fluctuated more when he posted that statement, which for everyone, confirmed that it was him. apart from shamelessly promoting his career, he downright confirmed it was him by disclosing locations the victim did not mention. this started the circus of tweets clowning him, and concerned stays waiting for some response from the boys.

i watched a clip from chan's live implying about woojin's departure from the team, and he said that [he] was selfish and betrayed everyone, especially chan.

chan, who always took the hit for the boys, who posted a long paragraph about woojin's departure when the latter didn't even say a thing, who had to constantly look over the boys when they had to redo everything during cle:levanter era, who watched hyunjin break down infront of so many stays and witness jisung's mental health (and everyone else) deteriorate so much that he had to get professional help, handpicked woojin to be in his little team because he put trust in him to help the group grow and create fond memories with.

and when woojin left, all chan could say as per his idol duties was that he was betrayed. and because of this big information, all of us now know it's more than betrayal.

no sane agency would ever pull a departure announcement days before their comeback. but JYPE did that, swallowing the probable millions worth of budget for their comeback and redoing everything just to remove woojin from all of the upcoming content. they even went as to re-record some of their tracks, which was weird to me way before all of this happened. now we know why.

JYPE and stray kids want nothing to do with him, so everyone should stop putting the phrase 'former stray kids member' next to his name when he already left the company almost a year ago. this was a mistake on media journalists, because as they fish for readers with the phrase, they also come with the uncertainty of whether people will correlate this with the ot8 or not. with their steady rise of popularity and upcoming comeback, i hope everyone outside the stay community considers the fact that woojin isn't a part of the team anymore. this new content is something all eight of stray kids worked hard on to show everyone who they really are, without any trace of woojin whatsoever.

i've only been in this fandom for eighty days (i've been keeping count), so i wasn't really into woojin. but like everyone else, i was disgusted and ashamed. how could someone like him be with the most loving boys we've come to known and be comfortable with? to anyone who is overwhelmed, feeling betrayed, and hurt about this situation, please know that you never knew about this until today and it's okay to say you used to be a fan of him. the main point is that you realized he isn't what you think he is, and it's okay if you'll take your time before accepting it. take things at your own pace. you can always log out and reflect on this situation offline, and we'll always be here to welcome you back. it's okay if you decide to leave the fandom, we respect your decisions.

and to the victim, i hope they sleep better knowing they've told their story and i hope they know there's an entire (logical) community of kpop fans supporting them and wanting justice. that it doesn't matter who they are and what they do; sexual assault should not and should never be taken lightly especially with well-known people in the entertainment industry.

i love you all, and stay safe. support stray kids's comeback on september 14!

#stray kids #woojin #staythoughts

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sakusaur · 3 years

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hello hello <3 i was j wondering if it's not too much trouble, could we get hc of the boys (your choice ofcc) letting y/n do their skin care routine for them and like face masks and stuff ? like i have sakusa/suna brain rot with them wearing y/n's cutesey headbands/hair clips to keep their hair away during their facials 🥺 just made me think 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i absolutely love love your work! and i hope you're doing well physically, mentally annnnnd spiritually <3

thank you for the request! :’) i love u too and i hope youre doing good and taking care of yourself anon!

i’ll be doing kiyoomi, sunarin and atsumu!

skincare routine with the boys

sakusa kiyoomi

if you don’t already know, he probably has a ten-step skin care routine, its how he keeps his perfect face glowing

omi’s curls are so long and he finds it a fuss to clip them back so you buy matching headbands for the both of you

he even has a schedule for masks because he doesn’t want to dry out his skin

he makes you do it with him because its kiyoomi’s love language and a way for him to wind down after training

“y/n, you coming?” he looks back into the bedroom where you are sprawled on the bed reading.

“yup,” you quickly pace after him. “we are doing masks today right?”

kiyoomi nods as he passes you his headband. you take it and he bends down so that you can put it on for him, he likes the way your fingers brush his temples while tucking his loose curls into the headband.

after washing your faces, kiyoomi grabs a bottle of toner and says, “come here, let me do it for you.”

suna rintaro

he thinks he can use one kind of soap to wash every surface of his body so yes he uses body soap to wash his face

but since he met you, he’s been learning to take care of his skin, watching you moisturise before bed and applying sunblock before you start the day

you catch him using your products one day but he doesn’t admit it while you gleam and buy extra products in the future.

“rin, did you see my-“ you walked into the bathroom to catch suna patting his face lightly and he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

sunarin has four of your bright colourful clips, clipped on each side of his head to stop his fringe from getting in the way.

you couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth while he scowls. “y/n....why are you laughing?”

you walked closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder, “you look so cute rin...let me help you.”

miya atsumu

i personally think that atsumu is blessed with perfect skin thanks to mama miya

but of course he still does the basic skincare routine, just not as intense as kiyoomi.

after seeing your cute headband, he decided to buy a bunch of cute ones for you two to wear

should i mention that he has facial hair

“y/n!” atsumu yells for you and you ran to the bathroom, thinking he got into an accident.

“what’s wrong ‘tsumu?” you said exasperatedly.

“nothing! could you help me shave? i can’t reach one particular spot.” he grins and passes you his shaver. you roll your eyes playfully, knowing that he can perfectly shave on his own but he just wants you to do it.

you take the shaver and spread the shaving cream over atsumu’s chin and jaw. then you put a hand on his jaw to tilt his head accordingly and started to run the blade across.

he hums happily while he sees you in full concentration, his gaze never leaving you while you try to reach a tough spot.

a/n: man i hope i did you justice with this anon!

thank u for the request too! i hope you guys keep it coming :’) i had fun writing this!

#haikyuu x reader #hq #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x reader #suna headcanons #suna x reader #sakusaur.requests

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kodzukenscorner · 4 years

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Asahi, Ushijima, and Nishinoya’s first time with their S/O (NSFW)

anon asked: I read the hcs for bokuto, kuroo and tsukishima having their first time with their s/o, so I would like to request some for asahi, ushijima and noya!! please? 💞💞💞💞😳

a/n: i hope i did these boys justice because they do not get enough content 😤 all characters 18+ and under the cut cause ya know

wc: 2,171

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Asahi

This man planned out every aspect of your first night out so meticulously

Was so nervous, he didn’t want to mess up your first time together!

Took you out on a romantic dinner date where you both got all dressed up and had a great time

Then he prepared desert back at home for you which was a simple sweet cake

It was honestly like a dream and he complimented you the whole night

After your desert he was quick to pull you in for a long kiss

It was sweet and sensual, starting off as just a heated lip lock then devolving into something more sinful

But he remained calm and gentle through the entirety of the kiss, even when he tongue was exploring the insides of your mouth and he kept nibbling at your lower lip

You could tell all of his love was poured into the kiss and you were reluctant to pull away but your lack of oxygen forced you both to

He lovingly stroked your cheek and led you to the bedroom

Once there you both slowly undressed yourselves, watching each other with hooded eyes

Once he saw you naked for the first time he couldn’t stop the compliments that flowed out of his mouth and you were quickly a blushing mess

He ignored your flustered state and led you to the bed, gently placing you back onto it

He wanted to make sure you experience no discomfort at all and only pleasure

He attached his lips to your neck, gently sucking and kissing at it while his fingers started circling your folds gently

Your breath hitched once he started to slowly dip a finger inside of you, he was hesitant to put more than one

But your moans and whining encouraged him to add another finger and another after that

You sighed in pleasure when his three fingers started pumping and curling inside of you

You could feel his large erection throbbing on your thigh

“Asahi~ I’m ready, let me make you feel good”

He was so embarrassed to hear you say that but he was also aching to be inside of you so he removed his fingers and stopped creating the hickies that were now scattered all over your neck

He had condoms prepared and a special lube that was supposed to give you both a pleasurable tingling sensation

He fumbled a bit with the condom, hands slightly shaking from his nervousness

You helped him applying the lube to his erect cock and he hissed at your touch

Once all the preparations were complete he halted just to make sure you were still ok and still wanted to do this

You pulled him down to kiss his neck and reassure him you were fine

He slowly pushed himself into your sopping entrance from all the foreplay he had done

Inch by inch, you felt nothing but pleasure the whole way, happy to be filled with him

He stopped once he bottomed out into you but you were already moaning and urging him to continue so he did just that

His thrusts were never harsh, but steady and powerful

And his lips never left your body, kissing any expanse of skin he could find

You moaned and praises fell from your lips which only seemed to fuel him and his thrusts gradually became faster

He quickened his pace to a point where you had to wrap your arms and legs around him like you were holding on for dear life

Your whole body was shaking from the pleasure of being fucked so good by him and from the lube he had bought just for you

You could feel your walls tightening around him with every passing second and thrusting in and out of you became harder and harder for him

Neither of you had to say a word, you could both tell you were about to reach your climaxes

He looked you in the eyes as his thrusting got sloppier and more desperate

“I love you so much babygirl”

“I love you too”

And that was enough to send you both over the edge, riding out your orgasms enveloped in each others arms

He stayed inside of you for a while afterwards, resting his head in the crook of your neck, giving you praises and soft kisses

Ushijima

Let’s be real, this man is built like a god

But’s kind of oblivious when it comes to things sexual in nature, so it took quite a bit of hinting and not so subtle flirting for him to get the hint

You hadn’t really discussed sex with each other very much so your first time happened to be when you were feeling extra needy

You were both sitting in his bed, he was watching some volleyball clips and you had been mindlessly scrolling through your phone with your head on his shoulder

Once you got bored of your phone you turned your attention to your lovely boyfriend who was immersed in the match he was watching

He was wearing a casual t-shirt and workout shorts but he still managed to look like an entire meal

You decided to try and steal his attention away and straddled one of his thighs, burying your face into his neck, nibbling at it a bit

He simply asked what was wrong and kept his eyes on the video

You pouted, taking the device from his hands and putting it down on the bedside table

His attention now focused on you, waiting expectantly to hear what you had to say, you were at a loss for words

You lowered your head to hide the blush growing on your cheeks because you couldn’t figure out how to tell him you wanted him to fuck you senseless

So you started to lightly grind on his thigh, hoping he’s get the message

He smirked, immediately realizing what it was you wanted

He may be a bit oblivious at times, but even this man needs a release every now and again and had been wanting this for a while now

“If you wanted to ride my thigh that badly, you should have just said something. Now take off your clothes”

Oh you were not expecting that, but you were not about to argue with him

You scrambled off his lap and quickly discarded all your clothes while he watched you with hunger in his eyes

You straddled his lap again and his hands immediately went to your hips, forcing your wet cunt down on his muscular thigh

You moaned at the sudden contact but his firm grip on your waist forced you to continue grinding against him

It was incredible how something as simple as riding his thigh put you in euphoria

You could feel your juices soaking his skin and you didn’t care

He watched as your face contorted in pleasure and how you eagerly played with your clit, it became all too much for him

Once your eyes started to shut tightly, he knew your orgasm was close so he pulled you off his thigh so he could free himself of his shorts and underwear that had become much too tight

You nearly drooled at the sight of his large dick but he didn’t have time to care

He brought you back towards him and eased you onto his cock, groaning at how tight you were

You panted and moaned in ecstasy, you couldn’t believe this was finally happening and it felt so good

He started slowly thrusting up into you before you could fully get used to his size

You were so surprised and already sensitive from riding his thigh moments earlier that you couldn’t form any coherent sentences

He loved watching your face contort in pleasure and seeing how your mouth hung open, and he swelled with pride knowing he was the one to make you feel that good

You tried to match his thrusts, bouncing on his cock but your stamina gave out long before his

But he didn’t let up for one moment, thrusting into you relentlessly

Even when your orgasm hit, he didn’t seem to care, he kept up his quick, sharp thrusts

The overstimulation was too much and you could feel tears prickling your eyes and streaming down your face but you kept begging him to fuck you

Just the sight of you, flushed and tear stained cheeks made his dick throb inside of you and before he could hold back he came

His warm seed spilled inside of you and mewled at how good it felt

He pulled out and his cum dripped at of you and you blushed at the sight

Grabbing your chin, he pulled you into a quick kiss before you melted into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you

Nishinoya

Noya was definitely more than excited for your first time

The topic had been discussed by the two of you but you never planned out when it would happen

You both thought it should happen naturally

And this man made it his mission to set the mood every chance he got

He finally got lucky when you two were making out on the couch and you happily accepted his tongue into your mouth

The kiss became more sloppy but neither of you were pulling away, so he took he opportunity to sneak his hand up your shirt and fondle your breast

You moaned into the kiss and arched your back into his hand

That was just the confirmation he needed and he had you laying back against the couch, hovering over you in an instant

He used both his hands to play with your nipples, his lips making their way along your jawline and down your neck, leaving little love bites here and there

Your pantings and the way you were squirming underneath him was such an ego boost

He pulled away, sensing how restless you were getting and helped you removed your shirt and bra

He quickly removed his own shirt before kissing his way down your abdomen to the waistband of your pants

You unbuttoned them, causing him to remove the garment and your panties in swift movement

The sight of your wet pussy before him caused any of his remaining self control to go out the window

He grabbed one of your thighs, kissing and nibbling at the skin, leaving his mark all over

“Yuu, please”

He understood what you were asking for and discarded of his remaining clothing and placed him self between your deliciously spread legs

He rubbed his cock against your entrance teasingly, making sure to hit your clit which caused a jolt of pleasure up your spine

He teased your entrance with his tip before jumping to his feet

“WAIT. The condom!”

He ran off while you laid there laughing at his eagerness

But before you knew it, he returned with a the condom already on and apologized to you for nearly forgetting

You kissed his lips, assuring him it was alright and you had forgotten too in the heat of the moment

Noya didn’t seem to care that he had interrupted your intimate moment and immediately went to insert the tip of cock into you

You were surprised by how quick he was so you let out a loud moan which only made him more eager

He slid the rest of his cock into you and you pulled him infinitely closer to you

Sucking on one of your nipples, he started pumping into you steadily

You were expecting him to be loud and excitable, like how he normally is but he was strangely quiet

You could tell how focused he was on making you feel good and that only increased the pleasure you were feeling

Grasping at his hair you moaned and begs and pleas fell from your lips

His thrusts started off gentle but with your encouragement he began pounding into you

Setting an impossibly relentless pace he released your nipple from his mouth and kept a firm grip on your hips

You couldn’t seem to find any words and just let him ram into you over and over, constant moans falling from your lips

He pressed on hand down on your stomach, adding to the pressure while the other toyed with your clit

You felt like you were seeing stars as your eyes rolled back into your head

The pressure also caused your walls to clamp around his dick and he found it harder and harder to keep his composure

“I’m gonna-”

“Cum around my dick” he interrupted you before you could warn him “I’ll make sure you feel good”

With one more flick of your clit, you came around, and the sensation of your walls becoming impossibly more tight around him, he came seconds after you

He thrusted a few more times into you, letting you both prolong your orgasms a bit more before he collapsed onto you, head rested on your breasts

“That felt amazing”

“Yeah...can we do it again??”

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imagineyourworld · 3 years

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Hey there! Could I request g. with Luke Skywalker with an inquisitor reader? Congrats on reaching 100, can't wait to read more of your work!

Hi,

Thank you so much <3

That's a really interesting request, I hope I can do it justice.

Love, Charlie

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Luke Skywalker x Genderneutral!Inquisitor!Reader

g. "Sorry doesn't fix everything."

Warnings: Slight age difference (just a couple of years, not specified), kinda self-harm, but not really

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You didn't consider yourself anyone special. You were one of many, one of many children orphaned during the end of the Clone Wars or the beginning of the Empire, one of many cadets in the Imperial Academy, one of many singled out on your fifteenth birthday for 'special training'. It wasn't until you turned eighteen and were sent on your first mission, the only one of your squad to ever receive a mission at all, that you realized that maybe there was something special about you, though you only managed to put it in words once none other than Grand Moff Tarkin, the Grand Moff Tarkin, pinned a medal on your chest and congratulated you to your promotion. That's when you realized that you were special, you were one of only a handful of Inquisitors, chosen and trained to rid the galaxy of the few remaining Jedi or those who still had faith in the doomed order, those whose abilities were too dangerous to let them live. You were good at what you did, if not one of the best, and had countless medals to prove it. Maybe that's why your next mission came from very high up, from Darth Vader himself. The day you met the second most powerful man in the galaxy would change your life forever, though whether for better or for worse you would never be able to tell.

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Vader had sent you to what had to be the worst planet you have visited so far. Tatooine was nothing but a pile of sand, two burning suns and more criminals and low lives than you cared to count. Though for someone high up in the empire, who received a generous salary, it wasn't too bad. Rent and food were cheaper than other places, so you allowed yourself the rare luxury of renting a small suite in one of the better hotels the planet had to offer. The mission itself was simple, all you had to do was listen to locals and maybe ask a few inconspicuous questions to find out whether there were any Jedi sympathizers left in this corner of the galaxy. That's how you met him, and how your life changed once more. Luke Skywalker quite literally ran into you the first time you visited a place called Tosche station. He was just leaving as you were entering, and since he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and you had no space to move to the side the two of you collided. Luke managed to stay on his feet, but you began to stumble and fall, only to suddenly find yourself in his arms. Wow, that kid has fast reflexes, was the first thing you thought, but once you got a closer look at him you realized that he was no kid, at the most he was a couple of years younger than you, though his out of style clothes and long hair made him appear younger than is actual age. "I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?", he asked, his arms still around you and concern in his eyes. You didn't know what it was, but there was something about him that made you stare just a moment longer, and heat rise up to your cheeks. "I'm fine. But I might feel better if you bought me a drink", you replied. Your keen eyes noticed the blush that crept up his face at your words. His reaction, and the overall lack of young people, let alone attractive young people, on this planet made it obvious that he wasn’t used to flirting, which brought out a strange sense of accomplishment and possessiveness in you. “Just wait here, I’ll get us something to drink and I know a shady place to sit down”, he told you before disappearing in the crowd.

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True to his word Luke reappeared a moment later and lead you to what seemed to be an abandoned farm a short distance away. That’s where the two of you settled and only when the suns began to set did you get back up. You didn’t remember the last time you have had a conversation like this, talking about everything and nothing. In just one short afternoon you learned more about Luke than you knew about most of your fellow cadets back at the academy. He was an orphan, living with his aunt and uncle on their moisture farm and though the two of them were happy with that life, Luke wanted more, he wanted to see the galaxy, a sentiment you could understand more than he knew. Luke was all of the things the people in your life weren’t; open and honest, sweet and funny, warm as the two suns above and quite good looking on top of it. In retrospect you should have known that it wouldn’t take Luke long to find a place in your heart, and your frequent meetings that followed after your first day together certainly didn’t help. Luke was your first kiss, only a week after you first met him in the Tatooine desert with gleaming stars and a bright moon above. He was the first one you told about your past, at least a few basics. You told him that you were an orphan, that your parents had been killed during the last few days of the Clone Wars and that you have been on your own since you were a baby. You told him about the loneliness and fears you usually kept bottled up and your unrealistic dreams for the future. Luke was the first you slept with, back in your hotel suite, after you had treated him to a dinner nicer than any he has had back on the farm. It wasn’t like what your peers had told you sex was like, it was sweet and passionate and lovely. And even though you tried your best not to, Luke was the first person you ever fell in love with, the first you cared about, other than the memory of parents you didn’t even remember if you were being honest. Your relationship with Luke was both the only real thing and the biggest lie in your life. He had told you everything about himself, but you had no choice but to keep lying to him again and again, no matter how much it hurt. Maybe that’s why part of you was glad when, after once again reporting that there was nothing unusual on Tatooine, you were told your mission was over and you should report to the Death Star. When you told Luke that you’d have to leave the next day he kissed you in his unique sweet way and whispered the three words you have come to cherish against your lips. “In that case I think I should give this to you now. I had been planning to wait til our one year anniversary next month, but I guess that doesn’t matter now”, he mumbled, speaking more to himself than to you. Before you could ask what he was talking about he pulled a small box out of the messenger back he usually carried with him. Gently he opened the box to reveal the most stunning bracelet you have ever seen. “It was my mother’s, one of the few things I have of hers. I want you to have it.” You lifted the bracelet out of its box, admiring how the stones shone in the soft light of the candles around your suite. “Luke...”, you said, trying your best not to let your voice break. “I cannot accept this.” You lowered the bracelet to put it back in the box, but before you could Luke took your hand in his and used his other hand to close your finger on top of it. “I want you to have it, I really do. To remember me by. Besides, the colour really doesn’t suit me.” You couldn’t fight the smile that found its way to your lips at his bad joke, neither the tears that appeared in your eyes. It really was time for you to leave this planet, to leave Luke, if you didn’t do it soon you feared you never would. “Thank you. I won’t take this off, I promise”, you vowed as he gently fastened the bracelet around your wrist and then pressed a soft kiss on your pulse point. “I love you”, he said with a sad smile. Only then did it occur to you that he had said it multiple times now, almost every day ever since the first time he had said it almost seven months ago, but never once did you say the words back. Maybe it was fitting that the only time you told him how you felt about him was when saying goodbye. “I love you too, Luke.”

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Soon after your return to the Empire, and your first visit to the infamous Death Star, did you realize why you had been called back so suddenly. The war against the rebels was picking up pace and the Empire could use all the help it could get. The next year was busy, you were no longer sent on solo missions but rather trained with the elite forces, taught to fly and shoot instead of fighting with your lightsaber, and then it suddenly stopped. After the Battle of Yavin the Empire had to regroup, rethink its strategies, and fight a new opponent. “We have information about an old Jedi temple, you will leave tomorrow and destroy it”, Grand Moff Tarkin informed you in his usual clipped way. This caught your attention, and for the first time in a while your interest. Hunting Jedi, making sure no children strong with the force would ever find out about their existence and take care of them if they did was what you were trained for, what you often thought you were born to do. Suddenly it dawned on you that the last time you had actually been assigned a mission like this was before Tatooine, before Luke. “Why me? I don’t mean to question your decision, but there are many older, more skilled Inquisitors.” Tarkin simply nodded. “I agree. But Lord Vader asked for you specifically. You’re to leave for Dagobah tomorrow at 0700.”

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Your short research told you that Dagobah was basically a slimy mudhole, but upon arrival it seemed even worse than in the pictures on the holonet. “If that temple is inside one of those swamps I’m not even gonna bother, I’ll just set fire to the whole planet”, you mumbled as you climbed out of your TIE fighter, careful not to get your bracelet caught on the ladder. That had happened once during one of your first flying lessons and it had cost you almost a month’s salary to get it repaired, apparently the medal alone was worth more than you made in a year, from the stones you might even be able to buy a small planet. The second your feet touched the ground you felt something dripping down from the trees onto your arms, which you could only hope was water. Luckily, after just a few meters, you stumbled upon a path covered with mostly dry branches and pebbles. “I thought this planet was supposed to be abandoned, but this looks almost like someone made this path on purpose.” You kept walking along the path, checking your datapad every now and then to make sure you were headed the right way. After what felt like half an eternity of walking you finally reached a small hut, which your datapad assured you was right next to the temple, though since you couldn’t see anything other than the hut and a million trees you decided to investigate there first, who knew what you may find. A familiar buzz ran through your entire body, adrenaline and excitement preparing you for what was to come. With a slight smile on your lips you ignited your lightsaber, partially so you’d be ready for what- or whoever would be waiting for you inside, partially because from where you stood in the doorway you could tell that it was incredibly dark and the added benefit of a lightsaber was the soft glow that helped in situations like this. Inside the hut was larger than it had seemed on the outside, mostly meaning that there was more than just one room. In fact, there was a long hallway with open doors on both sides leading to different rooms. The first couple of rooms you checked, if they could even be called that, were pretty much overtaken by nature and rotting away. There was nothing that spoke of Jedi, or any other intelligent being, having been there in recent years. It wasn’t until you were closing in on the last rooms that you heard a low noise, followed by a gut feeling that told you that what you were looking for would be in that room. Though since you didn’t know what, or who, exactly would be in there you entered the room with your lightsaber stretched out in front of you, hoping the red sword would make any possible threat stand down before they could try anything while you would remain in the shadowy hallway to glance inside. The plan seemed to work, since you heard a small gasp from inside the room just a moment before you realized who it had come from. “Luke?” “(Y/N)?” Both your voices were astounded, shocked, and mournful. Of all the people in the galaxy, why did it have to be Luke Skywalker you found here of all places? “What are you doing here?”, you asked as you slowly entered the room. It was then that you noticed just how different Luke looked, how much he had changed since you last saw him. His hair was a bit shorter, his skin paler and his eyes darker. And he was wearing an orange flight suit, the outfit was completed by the helmet in his hand, with the familiar rebel symbol on the side. You turned your lightsaber off before fastening it to your belt, just in time because only moments later you felt your legs begin to wobble before they gave out underneath you. Luke, his reflexes fast as ever, quickly pushed a chair in your direction, so you would fall on that instead of the hard floor. “Luke... Please don’t tell me this is what I think it is.” You didn’t know what made you plead, hated the hurt and fear in your voice, but how could Luke, your Luke, not only be a rebel but be hiding right were an ancient Jedi temple was supposed to be. “If you’re asking whether I’m a rebel, the answer is yes”, he said after a moment of silence. “But judging by that red saber that’s not the only thing you’re asking.” Luke astonished you by sitting down on the small bed you only just noticed, one of the few pieces of furniture in the small room. How could he be so calm? “Why didn’t you tell me that you’re a... what do you call yourselves again? Inquisitors?” You couldn’t help the inappropriate laugh that escaped your lips. “Yes, Inquisitors. Also known as the only people stopping the Jedi from destroying the galaxy as we know it.” Luke simply looked at you, an expression on his face you’ve never seen. He seemed to be beyond angry, though there was no denying the sadness in his eyes. “Is that what you believe? That the Jedi, the few Jedi you and those like you haven’t slaughtered, are trying to destroy the galaxy?” Not knowing what made you do it you sat down next to Luke, though you did your best to put some distance between you on the small bed. “Luke, I know this might be hard to hear, I know some people, rebels and Jedi alike, probably told you more lies than either of us can count, but the Jedi are bad. They once controlled the galaxy, did you know that? And they used that control to gain riches and live comfortably while others suffered. They were selfish and deceiving and cruel and Emperor Palpatine was the only one who could stop them. You know that, don’t you?”, you asked. Of course Luke had to know that, know the truth. You spoke to him in a soft voice, careful not to burst his bubble too sudden, to give him time to adjust and acknowledge what deep down you were sure he had to know. “Is that what they told you? What they made you believe so you would go around killing innocent children, scared old fugitives and all those trying to live normal lives after a genocide? Wake up, (Y/N)! It’s not the Jedi that are bad, it’s the Empire.” Luke reached out to take your hand and for reasons unknown to you, you let him. “The Empire raised you, didn't it?”, he asked. To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You’ve never really told Luke anything about your past, you weren’t even sure whether you told him that you were an orphan, but certainly not what your childhood had been like. “How did you know?” He moved closer to you before he answered, reached for your face to lay a hand on your cheek. The sadness in his eyes was even more obvious now, so much so that it took over his entire face. “There’s no other explanation. If you had known life outside the Empire, if even just for a moment, you would know just how false everything you just said is.” You shook your head. Though doubt began to creep in on you, the bigger part of your brain knew that Luke must be trying one of his Jedi tricks on you. But as soon as that thought appeared you neglected it. This was Luke, your Luke. Sweet and kind and caring, he couldn’t hurt a fly, much less you, no matter how much time has passed. So was what he was saying true? At least partially? “They told you what they want you to believe, never let you make up your own mind. I know you, (Y/N), I know that deep down, somewhere underneath all those lies you’ve been told, you’re a good person, and that person doesn’t have to heart to be an Inquisitor.” There was an expression on Luke’s face you knew all too well. Hope. He squeezed your hand before lifting it up to his lips to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Luke, I... I’m...”, you started, but with how much your lip was quivering you couldn’t finish your sentence. “It’s alright”, Luke said before pressing another kiss to your hand. “You don’t need to say it, you don’t need to apologize. You know, sorry doesn’t fix everything, but it’s a good start. And if you let me, I can help you. You could start a new life as part of the rebellion, I’m sure they’d be glad to have someone of your expertise.” As Luke kept talking your head began to spiral. Finally you came to a conclusion, and though you knew it was the right thing, you almost didn’t go through with it, knowing you wouldn’t be able to look Luke in the eyes afterwards. Slowly you began to loosen your hand from Luke’s grasp and removed his other hand from your cheek. “I’m not sorry. I’m not gonna say that I am when I’m not. Maybe what I’ve done was wrong, and if that’s the case your rebellion would never accept me, I don’t think I would accept me if what I have done wasn’t for the good of the galaxy, or maybe everything I’ve ever been taught was right and you’re lying to me. Whatever it is, I cannot say that I’m sorry, much less go with you, until I know the truth.” You took a deep breath and averted your eyes from Luke’s face. You couldn’t bear to look at him right now. “I know you won’t hurt me, even though you probably should. And I won’t hurt you, even though that’s what I’m here for. I’ll go looking for answers, to see whether I’m the villain you think I am, or the hero I was raised to be.” As you spoke the last words you got up from the small bed. You could feel Luke’s eyes on you, but knew that if you looked at him, at the face you’ve seen in your dreams ever since you first met, you wouldn’t be able to go through with your plan, instead you’d crumble and fall into his arms, knowing he’d always be there to catch you. Lucky for you, Luke didn’t say anything, didn’t try to stop you until you were almost out the door. “I still love you”, he finally said. “Maybe I shouldn’t, knowing what I now know, but I can’t help it.” Even though every bone in your body was screaming at you to turn around, even though your heart was aching to catch one last glimpse at him, you continued to walk out the door, out the hut and didn’t stop until you reached your TIE. And just as you were taking off, after you have ripped parts of your clothes and carefully cut yourself with your lightsaber to make it seem as if Luke had bested you in battle, you finally did turn around and looked for Luke among the trees. And though you didn’t see him, something told you that he was there, watching you. It was that feeling that made you whisper the words you should have said to him whenever you had the chance. “I love you too. And I’m sorry, for everything.”

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I’m so sorry that this took ages, but I hope it was worth the wait. I really loved this idea and though I don’t think I really did it justice I have tried my best.

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gothamsworst · 3 years

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Ficlet Clip- Understanding (Co Authored bt JohnTS)

“You’d think more people would assume the existence of such things, you know. With things like the Justice League cavorting about the world, magic as simple as science.. So many people are so quick to assume such things are .. impossible, despite all evidence to the contrary.”

Her gaze locked with his eyes, the piercing red almost shimmering among the smoke and shadows. There was hunger, but not a carnal one. No, it was a craving for understanding. For someone who comprehended the necessity violence could be in times of peril. Her kind, immortals- they rarely found understanding in the living.

“Gotham was the only sensible place for me to hide. What better place for a monster to flee, than to the dark?”

The Penguin felt he had to stand up to make his point. It was a rare opportunity, so why not make the most of it? As he stood up, he slowly paced towards the massive window behind him.

“Well, just a few months ago, there was no Justice League, because there was no threat of invaders from the stars. You see, everything old shifts to adapt to the new, or fades into extinction. We began using gimmicks like the Batman did to fight him on equal terms. Then came the metahumans, then the rest. Natural escalation. No matter what anyone says, finding someone like you was only a matter of time.”

He’s now reached the glass, touching it with the entirety of his right palm. I Something she said is giving Oswald pause to turn around, to face her. He’s still looking out the window, but not focusing on anything.

“Monsters don’t hide in the dark alone, my dear. I have committed crimes -some of which are heinous- and I hide in the light, down there. Among my peers I want to be better than someday. Not wasting a fortune, but investing it, to help this city so they remember me. Someday…”

The Penguin was now ready to turn around and face Roxanne, still standing by the glass pane. There’s sorrow and regret in his voice, as if he wishes he knew what he’s about to say sooner.

“I don’t think anyone who is a monster ponders what a horrible monster they are, Roxxy. Whatever you are, so long as you are aware of it, you can pull back from the brink of chaos. When the time comes, you can face your family, and survive. No one I know of that questions their nature is a slave to it.”

“I have no shame in what I am, love..” She smiled a bit, rising to meet him. “Only in how I became such a thing. I may not be a human, but I still live, in my own way. I breathe, I think, I hunger, I strain. I am in every sense, still a part of this world, even if the things that made me human are far behind me.”

When she reached the glass, her clawed fingers tapped on its surface with a light tink. “But there is shame in the things I must do to stay alive. There is shame in how I became what I am, and what I do to maintain it. Immortality comes at a terrible cost. ”

She looked to him with a mixture of somber sadness, and a light of mischief. “You learn to make your own joy. Your own hope. ”

The way the light caught her face was.. phantasmal. The haunting pale features, the dark curls that fell around her features, and those eyes.. shimmering blood opal portals that flickered with blue and gold. She locked her gaze with his, and the sadness melted into a contented smile.

“It’s nice to finally talk to someone who understands that there can be good in the hard parts.” Oswald kept his hand on the glass, as if there was some kind of connection, a bond he would hate to sever. It was comforting to finally know someone who understood. It has been so long, some would say an eternity, since the last time that happened. The Penguin is mesmerized in her presence, her appearance so haunting that he almost feels timid to speak further. Thing is, he’s fought enough ghosts his entire life, so he finds the strength to respond.

“My dearest Roxxy, you are without a doubt the only one who understands better than I how true that is. I wish-”

A voice is heard as someone rushes through the doorway. An uninvited visitor at the worst possible time. A middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a gruff stubble enters the room in a panic. Looks like he’s been through hell. At least he closes the door behind him, even leans against it for support.

“Boss, you gotta do somethin’! The Bat, he took down our shipment, the cops are all over it now. We had to run! Good news is, we used the smaller gangs like you taught us. No one can trace it back to us, but-”

“Not now, Laurence. Get out of my office, now.”

“But, boss, those guns were worth at least ten mil-”

“Out, NOW!”

He can no longer keep touching the cold window, alongside her. Almost out of instinct, the Penguin grabs his closest umbrella without even looking and flicks the handle once, allowing the 5 inch serrated blade to pop out. One more flick and the blade flies through the air at the speed of a professional’s arrow, embedding itself no more than one inch away from Laurence’s face, into the finely sculpted wooden door. Another blade pops into place to be ejected, but Laurence knows when to run. He almost vanishes when he leaves the room faster than he entered it. “Before you say anything, yes, that was an arms deal. I have no shame in what I am either, only in what I have to do to be worth a damn, to be remembered a few generations from now as more than the short man with a trick umbrella.“

He can finally put the umbrella down, he thinks, as his fingers have stopped gripping it like it’s his own soul. Oswald is back to the window pane, touching the glass again. Maybe it’s the lighting, but his eyes seem almost glassy.

"I know what you are, and I can see every side of what you are. If you feel the same way, maybe we can… Maybe we can make the load lighter somehow, for both of us. Can we..?” She reached over, taking his hand in hers. The skin was warm, save for the palm that had been pressed to the icy glass. Her grasp was gentle, and firm. There was tenderness to it. A vulnerability.

“If you would have me.. I’d be delighted, Oswald. I really would.”

‘If you would have me’. The phrase had many meanings- but there was one as ld as time, that even one like Oswald would know. It was a phrase often used to offer companionship of a more mature variety.

A courtship.

Roxxy knew the risks of opening her heart to a human, even one like the Penguin. But those eyes, deep and shimmering and real.. She saw into them and knew this was something she couldn’t turn away from. He was kindred. And if anyone could handle her heart, it might well be him.

The “one moment at a time” mantra he was tied to for so long just fell apart. Now what? What does the next moment hold? No earthly idea, as far as the Penguin could think.

“I… I would love to have you…, here, if you want a position in the Lounge. You are talented, I’m sure of that. And, provided you want to, you can extend that partnership to the other, more well paying side of the business…and also extend it to…”

Almost stammering through his words, his mind tries to reach what his heart already knows. Oswald never was that connected to someone, another soul trying to shoulder through hell, not knowing what will become of them out the other side. At least, that’s how he understood it. Might as well take a leap of faith, it’s not like a better time might come later. This is Gotham, Poison Ivy might take over Aparo park in the next 5 minutes and drive the city into panic mode.

“…to us.”

Leaps of faith never worked for the Penguin, only cunning and ruthlessness. For Oswald though, they worked out just fine, so far.

She relaxed into a gentle posture, holding his hand just a little bit tighter. There was no going back now. And so, leaning down just enough to meet his eyes, the draculina placed a small, tender kiss on his cheek. The mark it left was a deep rosy red, and she saw no shame in making it. No, she liked him. More than she had liked anyone in a long time.

“I can start this weekend. My show at the Nest is tomorrow, if you care to see what my performances are like before such partnerships begin. Or, if you’d just like to share a cocktail or two.”

Oh, now the flirting was much more obvious. Her hand cupped his chin, hesitating nervously for a moment. Should she? There was no doubt Roxanne wanted to kiss him. She’d been resisting the urge all night. But she had no idea what would come of such a decision. Not that she was opposed to being intimate with the man.

Far from it. In fact, the idea excited her.

But not yet. No, instead, another kiss in the cheek- this one a little higher up. Modesty was not her specialty- she was sin incarnate under all the pleasantry and glamour. Her body was built for violence and lechery. But her heart was still human, and told her to wait.

That could come soon enough.

“I hope I’m not being too forward.” Oswald’s heart stopped beating in his ears for a few seconds after the second kiss. At least, he knew he was on the right path. He shifted his body slightly, pefectly centered to face Roxanne fully. His monocle was no longer useful up close, so he set it aside on the table, along with the still bladed umbrella.

“It would make me happy beyond words to see you perform, my dear. I would love nothing more. Truly. And, as for your other question…”

He barely felt how cold her hand was. Oswald was far too focused on her image before him, and how she made him feel. Awe, a bit of fear, a lot of affection, a touch of amazement at the creature before him. So many more words he couldn’t find in the moment. He can’t resist placing his other hand on the side of her face, gently pressing against it to feel the marble-like skin that’s endured centuries.

“…You are incredible, Roxanne, and for that you can be as forward as you want.”

Oswald leaned ever so closer, only to stop when his face is a couple of inches away from hers. That old school upbringing kicks in again. Now he’s not sure if he’s too forward.

“I…”

A whirlpool of emotions stir inside. Words don’t seem to work for him at the moment.

She couldn’t hold back any longer. There was no way. Not when they were this close, not with the way he looked at her. Roxanne gave in to the hunger, pressing her lips to his in feverish delight, her body trembling as the sensation of Oswald’s kiss washed over her.

He tasted like wine and cigarette smoke, and his cologne.. god, it was so overwhelming. Her arms slinked around his shoulders and the draculina purred, parting from it only to sink back in after quietly catching her breath. What was this? Had she ever been so eager before? Roxxy couldn’t remember.

Parting from the kiss one last time, Roxxy looked on Oswald with a great fondness. His hat was askew and hair a bit ruffled from the moment, but he looked so.. charming.

Oh yes. She had caught the bug hard.

“Pardon my enthusiasm,” she said barely above a whisper.

“My dear, I quite like your enthusiasm.”

Oswald took off his hat slowly to place it on the table. Still locking eyes with Roxanne, he adjusted his hair, without too much success. He leaned forward, as if he was about to whisper a secret, but instead planted one, two, three kisses onto her lips, his heart beating so fast he almost couldn’t even hear it.

The first two were subtle and soft, the third lasting longer, more intense than the previous. His right hand moved behind her face, to caressing her hair gently. After he pulled back, that right hand was back to the Penguin’s side, putting his hat and monocle back on. He was now looking into the amber pearls of her eyes, again.

“Pardon my persistence”, he said slightly out of breath.

She was red in the face, but her gaze was utterly blissful- half lidded eyes paired with a meek expression. “I like your persistence,” she replied, purring into his ear affectionately.

Roxanne hadn’t felt this level of comfort in a long time. Nor had she had affections this intense. Oswald was bold, charismatic, and not without a temper- something she couldn’t help but be drawn to. The vampire found herself craving him, the way one craved sleep, or air.

“Oswald, I.. It has been a long time, since I’ve done something like this. I need to know that if we’re to take this seriously, that.. That you’re sure. That there is no hesitations.”

“My dear, everything I’ve done has been without doubts. Everything I do is for a reason and…I’ve never felt this way before, for anyone. I’m sure of this, Roxxy. Like every other action I’ve taken in my comparatively short life.”

Oswald reached out with both hands, cupping them over one of Roxanne’s. Slim fingers, cold to the touch. Strong as steel under the soft surface.

“Roxxy, I promise you. No hesitations.”

The Penguin looked around aimlessly for a couple of seconds, as if he’s entered his office for the first time. He then turned back to face Roxanne with a smile., almost stifling a chuckle.

“Do you want to know something funny? I always explain to every guest in this room the origin of all the items in my collection before they even sit down. I forgot all about that in the… moment. We’ll have time for that kind of tour later, I’m sure. If you want to, that is.”

“I’d like that.”

Bro...bro...!!!

#dc #gotham rogues #btas #oswald cobblepot #penguin #fanfic #ficlet #fem oc #dc ocs #sfw #suggestive #long post #bro this is so good #i love hte idea of oz just being able to launch knives out of his fucking umbrella #it's like a gun that shoots knives!! but it's an umbrella!!! three in one!!!!

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years

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Journal Entries

Request: Hello! :3 Would you mind writing a harry x reader where y/n is a shy and soft Ravenclaw that has a crush on him and she's always carrying a notebook where she writes/draws random stuff she likes and has a special section for Harry where she writes little things about him and puts some photos that she takes out from the daily prophet or that y/n herself takes of him with her Polaroid camera? and turns out that Harry reciprocates her feelings? (Sorry if is too specific, I love your writing btw)💕

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this! I loved writing it! I hope I have done it justice. I’m sorry it’s so short!!

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: accidental invasion of privacy

Word count: 1.7k

As an early seventeenth birthday present, your parents gifted you with a gorgeous brown leather journal for the safekeeping of your thoughts and dreams. This journal was not your first, nor would it be your last. Your parents felt that as a Ravenclaw who struggled to get their point across, the journal would help push your ideas from your mind and onto a page where they could be formed into something with more substance.

The journal was your security blanket, your safe haven. Everything went into your journal, and you wouldn’t be found without it. It was like an extension of your arm. Over time, it had become worn – a show of your love for whatever was inside. Spine broken and pages worn. It was the one place your inner most thoughts were safe.

Everything you felt; everything you thought went into your journal.

It turns out most of your thoughts and feelings revolved around The Boy Who Lived.

A crush, that’s all what this is. A simple crush.

It had started in third year, and now three years later, the crush was still very much alive.

At this point, it could be strongly argued that it was past the point of being a simple crush.

Harry Potter had captured your attention, and then captured your heart. There was something about how fiercely loyal he was to his friends; how he fought for his principles as well as remaining uncommonly kind. All of this went into your notebook; among the clippings from The Daily Prophet that covered the Triwizard Tournament and the polaroid’s of the Quidditch teams; among the sappy quotes about love and hopeless wonderings.

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Your journal sits on your desk, right next to your pot of black ink and quill.

Transfiguration was spent with the Gryffindor’s. It was in this class that you were able to spend four hours a week admiring your crush from afar. Three years into your crush; three years into your hopeless daydreams and being too shy to approach him – but you always had this class.

Your friend Margot elbows your side gently, “He’s watching you; you know.”

“Who is?”

“Who else? Harry!”

You frown, “I doubt it.”

“Well don’t! He’s still staring,” Margot giggles.

You glance out of the corner of your eye and sure enough, Harry is staring at you though he quickly looks away with a deep blush. A blush so bright and deep, his friend Ron makes no effort to cover his laugh at.

Ducking your eyes, you shift your attention back to the front of the classroom where Professor McGonagall has taken her place of pride and begins her lecture.

And you try to focus on the lesson at hand; try to take notes and seem interested in what’s being said.

But your mind keeps relaying Margot’s words as well as flashing back to Harry’s face – to the blush as he turned away from you. Your heart races as your mind runs through every possibility for why Harry could be looking at you. The logical side of you tells you that was probably caught off guard, staring into space until zoning back in to find both Margot and you watching him. But the side of you that hopes and dreams tells you that there could be a chance of him feeling the same as you.

The bell rings startling you from your daydream; you throw everything into your bag, rushing to join Margot at the door before rushing to your next lesson.

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Sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, you fight back the tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. You chide yourself repeatedly – how could I be so stupid? In the three years you had been filling journal after journal with your thoughts and dreams, you had never misplaced one. You snort; this isn’t very Ravenclaw of you.

You go through your bag again and again; the contents already spread across the common room floor. Going through the checklist verbally, you note that your journal was still missing.

It seemed that no amount of wishing was going to bring it back either.

You could have sworn on Merlin himself that you put your journal in your bag; that you had it with you at every part of the day, but with the way your eyes dance around the floor, gazing at the contents of your bag, your hope of finding your journal was dwindling fast.

Biting your lip, you let the overwhelming sense of dread wash over you – the clippings, the photos. If your journal fell into the wrong hands, that was it. The entire school would know and Ravenclaw would be descend into humiliation.

You hang your head in your hands; the humiliation already washing over you.

“(Y/N)?” A voice sounds. Looking up you find Margot watching you with a concerned look on her face. “Is everything okay?”

You smile a watery smile, “Yeah, it will be.”

“I’m here if you need me – you know that, but I came over to tell you that you have a visitor.” Margot smiles smally but her eyes show the excitement she feels about this visitor.

“Who is it?” You sniffle.

“Harry Potter.” Margot sounds; pronouncing each syllable of his name.

Your stomach falls to the floor. “Harry Potter,” you whisper, “He’s here?”

Margot nods wildly; her curls bouncing with each nod of her head. “Right outside the common room door.”

You throw yourself off the couch; bounding over to the mirror where you scrub at your face and flatten your hair. Returning back to the couch, you throw everything back into your bag – double checking the floor to make sure you don’t repeat your earlier mistake. You throw your bag at Margot, asking her to take it to your shared room as you run out of the room.

The last thing you hear before the common room door closes behind you is the sound of Margot’s laughter.

Someone clearing their throat has you turning to the right.

Where you come face to face with Harry Potter.

“(Y/N).” He greets.

“Harry,” You whisper, breathless.

Harry kicks at the ground; scuffing his shoe against the stone. “I found something of yours earlier.”

Your heart is in your throat. He’s found it.

Harry was the one to find your journal.

You want to hide away because from the look on his face, you know he’s looked through it.

Harry brings the worn, brown journal out from behind his back, “I found this after Transfiguration.”

You take it from his hands; already feeling comforted at the feel of it back in your hands. You flip through the pages absentmindedly, going through the pages of quotes, thoughts and feelings – the majority related to the teenager now stood in front of you.

“I hope you don’t mind but I peeked at it.”

You close your eyes, “You did?”

“I did.”

You scrunch your eyes closed further, feeling nauseous, “I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

You shake your head, “I can’t.”

Hands take yours, “Will you please look at me?”

Again, you shake your head. Harry sighs, tugging on your hands gently, “Come on, follow me – you’ll need your eyes open for this bit.”

You blink against the light in the corridor, following Harry’s lead as he fetches you to a lesser walked corridor. Harry pauses by a statue, not letting go of your hand. “Will you talk to me now?”

You focus your gaze onto the floor, not wanting to meet his eyes for fear of seeing the rejection… or disgust.

A finger under your chin pulls your eyes to his, and for a moment, you’re dazzled by the blue of his eyes – seemingly burning brighter from the candlelight in the corridor.

“Please?” He whispers.

You take a deep breath, “I put everything in my journal – all of my thoughts and feelings.”

“And the pages about me?”

It’s at this moment you desire nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow you whole. “I’m really sorry you had to see those.”

“So you keep saying but I don’t know why they’re there.”

“I like you, that’s why the pages are there.”

“You like me?”

You nod, “I have for a while. You weren’t ever meant to see those pages.”

“I can’t say I’m not happy I found your journal because I am.”

“You are?”

Harry nods, “I’m sorry for the invasion of privacy but you can’t imagine how it feels to know that the person I have been crushing on feels the same.”

“The person… you’ve been crushing on?”

Harry ducks his head, blushing, “Yeah. Ron thinks it’s hilarious, but that’s because he won’t admit his feelings for Hermione.”

“You have a crush on me?” You ask, double checking that what you heard him say is true.

“Yeah, since Fourth Year when you visited me out of the blue in the hospital wing after the Triwizard Tournament.”

“I had to know you were okay,” You whisper.

You remember that day; you were driving yourself to the brink of madness, pacing outside the hospital wing, arguing with yourself all evening before eventually pushing the door to the wing open a crack. You found his bed easily; a large black dog curled up on the bottom and Mrs Weasley asleep in the chair next to him – a hand protectively placed on Harry’s blanket. Harry was awake when you made it to the end of his bed; words weren’t spoken, but smiles exchanged and that was that. Life returned to normal after that; or as normal as it could be.

“That was when I started to have feelings for you.”

“I wasn’t long before you.”

Harry smiles; he beams at you. He brings a hand up to your cheek, his thumb rubbing across the bone. You grin up at him, leaning into his touch. Happiness and bliss runs through your veins; a feeling you could become addicted to. The same is reflected in Harry’s eyes as he starts to lean in.

You tilt your face up to his; giving silent permission. In a single, silent movement, Harry presses his lips to yours. It’s chaste and sweet; everything a first kiss should be.

“Thank you for bringing me my journal,” You whisper, lips moving on his.

Harry smiles against your mouth, “You’ll have to misplace it more often if it leads to this.”

“Only if it’s you that finds it.”

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synnefo-nefeli · 3 years

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5 and 15 for the ask meme?

5. Favorite Head Canon I like to use:

Klavier and Franziska are distantly related and there is a Gavin / von Karma blood fued going on because the Gavins became defense attorneys to rival the von Karmas. Klavier is the first prosecutor in generations, further alienating him from his family while simultaneously earning him *some* respect with Franziska. Miles stays out of it.

Bonus: Apollo the Disney Adult and all my indulgent SoCal references

15. WIP snippet

Was debating between Fumbling, Strange Days and Heard Your Heart Beating but then I realized I don’t want to spoil the penultimate chapter of Fumbling, and The only thing I’ve written for SD are spicy scenes so I’ll keep those for another time. The scene from HYHB next chapter is actually pretty sad ( Apollo’s birthday + grieving over Clay) so I’m going to post a snippet from another chapter after that. Sorry that it’s rough- it’s an early draft.

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“Are you free right now, Mr. Justice?” No matter how much time he’d spent with Miles outside of work at game nights and other informal functions with Miles Edgeworth, a part of Apollo still withered under the Chief Prosecutor’s gaze.

“Uh yes, I was just going to process these documents” he indicated the folder that was neatly organized in the brief case Mr. Wright and Mr. Edgeworth had gifted him for his birthday, “and then I was going to see if Mr, Wright was ready to go back the office-“

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“Good, come with me,” the other man practically commanded, turning towards the courtroom exit, “Wright will be meeting us upstairs.”

“Oh that’s good, that’s where I was going-“ Apollo said lamely as he shoved the rest of his court documents into the briefcase (hoping Edgeworth didn’t notice), and hurried to keep up with the other man.

Several flights of stairs later, Apollo thought his legs were going to give out- how could ride his bike through traffic but stairs could wind him? Mr. Edgeworth looked unphased, the man’s usual placid expression in place, as they climbed at the fast clip Mr. Edgeworth set for the.

Come to think of it, Mr. Edgeworth seemed to be in a hurry and the back of his shoulders were tense.

“So, where are we going?” Apollo attempted to ask as the door on the landing above them,as if on cue, slammed open to reveal his boss who was looking especially harried despite him winning his case.

“Oh good you got him, we got to hurry they office is going to close in fifteen, and there’s a lot more paperwork- I’ve been trying to get it all filled out for us.”

Apollo pushed himself up the final steps, “uh- where are we going? Is everything okay? you both look nervous”

Mr. Wright gave him a wide grin, “Nothing’s wrong”, and rubbed the back of his neck. Apollo knew that tick well enough- something was up.

“Nothing is wrong, Apollo; the officiant requires us to have a witness,” Edgeworth said primly pausing a moment to adjust his fiancé’s tie, before taking Mr. Wright by the hand and pulling him into the hallway at a brisk pace.

Apollo blinked, “Officiant?” As he scrambled after the pair,and then he realized where they actually were- the 7th floor.

The Office of the County Clerk Recorder. To be more specific.

“YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED??? NOW?!” Apollo yelled, “ On a Tuesday?!”

This wasn’t good. They had been doing so much prep; Apollo had finally planned the bachelors party (well, Klavier had done that. Apollo just had to convince Chief Gumshoe and Larry that they had contributed).

He did not just spend his Sunday evening convincing Wright and Edgeworth’s best friend from childhood, that booking VIP rooms at various strip clubs in North Hollywood, was not going to go over well with either groom, for the pair to just go and essentially elope before the end of the work day.

“Wedding planning is a terrible headache and we’re sick of it,” Mr. Edgeworth said hurriedly.

Phoenix gave Apollo a nervous smile, “His sister has completely taken over the planning- what was the final straw this time, babe?”

“ Apparently Franziska doesn’t approve that the cumberbunds don’t match some other inane item-“ the Chief Prosecutor snapped, “Apollo whenever you get married, tell your partner you want to elope. And do it immediately after you announce your engagement.”

Mr. Wright now looked more amused than sheepish, “Last month when we were on the Judge’s spring boat soirée , Miles almost had the captain marry us when Fran texted us about runner material. Apparently the one we picked makes distracting noises and looks ‘cheap’. Thank god Gumshoe was there to guikt him out of it; apparently he’s never been in a wedding aside his own and he really wants to be Miles’ best man”

Apollo felt his cheeks heat unexpectedly. This was all too much, “Wait. wait...but still..you can’t get married today- I mean the wedding’s only two months away-“ he was finding it difficult to not lag behind the taller men as their pace picked up.

“Why on earth did I allow us to get talked into June? Only five months to plan-foolish“ Edgeworth muttered.

The Clerk-Recorder’s office loomed in the distance. Apollo was frantically trying to come up with something to make them reconsider. Prosecutor von Karma and Maya would have his head if Wright and Edgeworth went through with this.

Guilt. Chief Gumshoe had done it...maybe Apollo could too:

“Are you seriously going to get married without Trucy being here?” Apollo blurted a little too loudly.

It had the intended effect though; Mr. Wright nearly slammed into his fiancé as Mr. Edgeworth suddenly stopped short.

#ace attorney #klapollo #apollo justice #narumitsu #phoenix wright #wrightworth #heard your heart beating #miles edgeworth #ask memes

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i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend · 4 years

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Carnival of Hearts (Part 2/6) ~ Bucky x Reader College!AU

A/N: Hi lovelies! Hope you’re all doing well! So good news! I’m pretty sure I’m going to be able to do regular updates for this fic. The plan is for weekly updates on Fridays at 12 PM EST. I will let you know if I can’t do it though. For now enjoy!

This is my entry for @buckysknifecollection ‘s 3k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone lovely! Go check out the blog. Personal fave is Hush (a must read if you’re into soft!Biker!Bucky)

Prompt: Our friends set us up on this carnival date but we’re both pining after someone else and this a bit awkward

Summary: When you’re set up on a carnival date with Bucky Barnes NOTHING turns out the way you expected.

Rating: T

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1916

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After six outfit changes, you were finally satisfied with your appearance. The red wrap shirt was your favorite, your jeans hugged just right, and you were rocking your favorite white converse. The last touch was to clip in a white hair flower just behind your ear before declaring yourself ready.

Steve was on set up duty so he had already been at the fair grounds for hours and Natasha was meant to meet you there after her shift at the coffee shop, so you grabbed your backpack purse and headed out, cautiously optimistic for the day ahead. You paced back and forth a little ways away from the ticket booth as you waited for your friends and your date.

Your phone buzzed in your hand as you checked the time again.

Nat: Coffee shop got slammed last minute. Going to be a while. Sorry. Just go meet Bucky and Wanda.

“Wonderful,” you muttered.

You could go meet Bucky and Wanda if you had either of their numbers. You were about to text Nat and ask her to pass the info along when your phone buzzed twice. One from Steve and one from an unknown number. You opened the latter.

Unknown Number:Hi this is Bucky. Wanda is running late so she said for me to just meet you and Natasha.

You rolled your eyes, but snapped a quick selfie and responded.

Y/n: I'm by the ticket booth. Red shirt and a white flower in my hair. Just me though. Nat’s late too.

Bucky: Be right there!

He responded with a selfie of his own.

"Y/n?"

You turned at the shout of your name. Bucky shot you a shy smile and a small wave, wading through the crowd of people.

“Hey, it’s nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out.

“Nice to meet you too, Bucky.”

“Sorry, I’m late. I was technically on time, but I was waiting for Wanda.”

“No problem at all.”

He had a kind smile and it eased the knot of tension in your stomach, though an awkward silence stretched between you. It broke when you both laughed.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never been on a blind date before,” you admitted, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“That makes two of us. But,” he continued before the conversation could lapse again. “I have been to a lot of carnivals with friends in my time.”

You clung to the lifeline.

“Well that we have in common. Although-” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I did just meet you so I’m not sure we can be called friends yet.”

Bucky put both hands up to concede the point.

“Well let’s start with the carnival part and we’ll see the friendship comes naturally.”

“I can work with that.”

Bucky bought an armload of tickets and the two of you entered the fairgrounds. Happy screams from the roller coaster mixed with ride music, and you were practically vibrating with excitement.

You grabbed a map from the information booth, smiling at Hope who was manning it.

“Enjoy the carnival!”

“Thank you!”

You huddled out of the way of the hoards of people, carefully surveying the map.

“Now, what I have learned over the years, is that there are two types of people. Ones who plan their carnival route. And chaos entities who cause their friends to miss their favorite rides.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I sense some bitterness there.”

Bucky chuckled and shrugged but didn’t elaborate.

“Well, I’m certainly not a chaos entity.”

“Excellent. So where should we start?”

“R.C.F.A.”

“Excuse me.”

“Roller coasters first always.”

“A girl after my own heart. Any rides that are a hard no?”

“Not a one,” you announced proudly. “But don’t let me eat before any spinny ones.”

“Noted. Okay, then.”

Bucky scanned the fairgrounds trying to track the flow of the crowd.

“It looks like the tilt-a-whirl has the shortest line.”

“Ooh and it’s right next to the two best coasters,” you pointed to the cluster of rides on the map.

“Then we’ll start there. And then we can follow the circuit back to the food area for lunch.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go!”

Unable to contain your excitement any longer you grabbed his hand and dragged a laughing Bucky through the crowds.

“So what happened to Nat?” he asked as you waited behind a group of middle schoolers.

"Stuck at work. Cafe got slammed last minute. Wanda?"

"She was getting a haircut and they were running an hour late.”

You poked your tongue into your cheek. Bucky voiced what you had been thinking.

“Do you smell a setup?"

You let out the laugh you’d been holding back. "Oh yeah. I mean technically both of those are real things that could happen, but…”

“Yeah, it seems a bit suspicious.”

“I should have known Nat would weasel out of her end of the bargain."

"Bargain?" Bucky asked.

You inhaled through your teeth and offered him an apologetic smile.

"It may have taken a bit of convincing to get me to go on this date."

“What were the terms of this deal?”

You counted them on your fingers.

“We would meet as a group. I had a guaranteed out at lunch time. And she wouldn’t set me up for the rest of the semester. It wasn’t anything against you. I promise,” you explained.

He waved off your concern.

“Trust me I took a similar deal. But you were smarter than I am. I should have gotten the no meddling clause in there.”

You exhaled a laugh, relieved you hadn’t offended him.

“Well now you know for next time.”

“True. Though based on how Wanda talked about you there won’t be a next time because you’re supposedly exactly what I need.”

"Nat gave me the same speech. Think they practiced?”

“Probably,” he snorted. “She says you're perfect for me. So my expectations are high just FYI.”

"That’s fair. Personally, mine are astronomical,” you replied in a haughty tone.

“I guess we’re both in for disappointment then.”

“Not so far at least,” you admitted with a sly smile that he returned as you were strapped into the tilt-a-whirl.

The line for your first roller coaster was longer than you anticipated, but Bucky kept you entertained. He questioned you on your taste in movies and TV shows which led to an in depth debate of the character arcs in Supernatural. In the next line you discussed Bucky’s favorite book which happened to hold a special place in your heart.

When you stopped for snacks -cotton candy for him and watermelon slush for you - you were comfortable enough to tease him.

“So, did you find Insta-stalking me last night helpful in preparing for this date?”

Bucky’s cheeks went red despite his best efforts to appear nonchalant.

“Pfft. I didn’t Insta-stalk you.”

“Oh, so it was a different JBBarnes317 who liked the picture of me moving into my dorm Freshman year.”

“I…” he hung his head, peeking at you through his long hair. “Okay so maybe I did. I tried really hard not to, but I was really nervous and I thought maybe if I knew something about you we could avoid a lot of awkward pauses. Sorry.”

You shook your head and patted his knee.

“Don’t be. I had been arguing with myself all night. And when I saw that you liked my photo I totally caved. It was honestly a relief. Though I’ve got to say that your profile picture on Facebook does not do you justice.”

“Well I only change my profile picture if it’s a leap year.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You tilted your head with an incredulous laugh.

“I have nothing to say to that. Are you serious? If so, why?”

He snorted at your expression.

“No. I just haven’t spent more than like ten minutes on Facebook since I was seventeen. I don’t even know why I have it any more.”

“That’s fair.”

“Well, since I’ve been exposed. I’ve got to ask. How far did you row yourself in the moving cart?”

“About 500 feet before I hit a bump and nearly pole vaulted myself out of said cart.”

“That was the funniest video I have ever seen. And I’m kind of mad I never thought of it.”

“There’s always move out.”

“I don’t live on campus. So no yellow carts for me when I move out. Just lots and lots of boxes.”

“Bummer. You can always help me move out!” you concluded triumphantly.

“Let’s see how the rest of the date goes before I agree to that,” he laughed. “But maybe.”

You smiled at the implication before returning the conversation at hand.

“Are you in an apartment then?”

“Yeah. It’s a really nice two bedroom about ten minutes from campus.”

“I assume two bedroom means roommate?”

“Yes. Sam. He and I got randomly roomed together sophomore year, but it actually ended up being the best thing to ever happen. He’s my best friend. I can’t imagine living with anyone else. We thought we were going to have to get a third roommate, which would have been a bummer, but luckily we were able to find a place for just us.”

“That sounds ideal. I’m lucky because my scholarship pays for housing, but honestly I would kill to have a full kitchen again.”

“Or you could just ask nicely.” He smirked. “Do you like cooking?”

“No, I am a mediocre cook at best. But I love baking.”

Bucky’s eye glittered.

“Well then you’re definitely invited to use my kitchen.”

“Let me guess. Payment in baked goods?”

“It seems fair.”

“It does. Do you cook a lot.”

“I can manage. But Sam’s an amazing cook. I keep telling him he’s in the wrong career path.”

There was a hint of frustration in his tone.

“What’s he studying?”

“Business. He plans to open and manage restaurants. Says it’s the smarter path. Which like I get it. But man, the look he gets in his eye when he makes a good dish. He just lights up the whole room. I mean he usually does just by being there, but this. It’s pure joy. It makes you excited to try his food. Even if you hate the ingredients. I just don’t want him to lose that. It makes him special.”

“He sounds pretty amazing.”

“He definitely is,” Bucky sighed, before shaking himself slightly. “But he has his flaws. Like, he likes to run. Every morning.”

“I’ve got one like that too. Steve gets up at the crack of dawn every morning. He’s even in the running club.”

“Sam is too.”

“Really? Huh. I wonder if they know each other.”

“They must. There can’t be that many people who willing give up sleep to run.”

“I swear it’s an illness.”

“Agreed. But I do get fresh muffins out of the deal. Steve always brings me my favorite. This summer, we lived together and he’d wake me up after his shower and we’d eat on our little balcony before work and it was perfect.”

“Sam and I eat on the roof sometimes and he always brews the best cup of coffee. He even manages to time it so it’s at the perfect temperature when I get to the kitchen. He may have magic powers.”

“We’re really spoiled aren’t we?”

“I think we are the appropriate amount of spoiled.”

You both laughed as you tossed your trash and continued on your way.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed and I’ll see you next week (hopefully)

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