#so you can spend the rest of your life petting cats (and doing art)! ' and ...I mean... YOU'RE NOT WRONG!
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Enigma
Elks Chapter 4
Chapter Rating: M.
Chapter Summary: Joel comes over to your home and stays for dinner, coffee, and a couch make out.
Chapter Warnings: Domestic fluff, making out, some petting, internal dialogue panic, whiskey and coffee.
Words: 3,600
Pairing: Jackson Joel Miller x Female Reader
Series Summary: Life in Jackson is quite comfortable and simple for you. You love teaching your students and running your library, you love the comforts of living here, perfectly complacent with the company of your two cats, guitar, tattered CD book, and a few friends. You like comfortable and simple, though the feelings you feel whenever you see Joel Miller are quite the opposite. Once you meet him, it seems like he needs you in his life as much as you need him.
Reader Background: Reader is in her 30's and comes from Colorado. No other physical descriptors besides her having long enough hair to put up.
A/N: Godddd, this Joel is so soft and I love creating this happy ending for him. Hope you love it too.
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“Ain't No Sunshine” by Bill Withers.
Saturday morning dawns, you haven’t slept that soundly in years, falling asleep to the thought of Joel’s lips on yours. The sun is out after days of rain and gray skies, a fresh start.
Your foot runs into something hard as you step out your front door, sitting in the middle of your porch is a wooden box, the perfect carrying size complete with handles cut into the sides. A note with sharp handwriting rests on it.
Your cardboard box isn’t going to make another trip. This should help. I’ll drop your guitar off tonight.
- Joel
You lift the hinged lid to see more than enough room for all of your paint jars. Tears well up in your eyes. What did you do to deserve this? Did he really go home and make this last night? You put the box inside your home, taking a quick moment to rub your hand over the smooth sanded wood. Joel’s thoughtfulness causes a grin as you tuck his note into your back pocket. Beginning your early morning journey to the schoolhouse, you still glance for a peek of Joel as you pass his house.
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You love your library, you love the look on fellow resident’s faces when they tell you they enjoyed a book that you recommended, being able to provide an escape with every page turned. You love that you hold volumes of encyclopedias and reference books, one of the few ways people can learn now. You love to catalog and fill your shelves with every single dog-eared and well read book patrollers bring you back.
You’re so fulfilled by your two jobs, your friends, your home, and the life you’ve carved out in Jackson. Now, after spending time with Joel, the emptiness you’ve been good at ignoring beats louder. You want his friendship, you want his attention, you want him.
You try to focus as much as you can on your work. Cataloging, checking out books, tutoring a couple of kids having difficulty learning to read. When you lock the doors to the school house at the end of the day, you sigh out in relief. Joel will be coming over soon.
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A quick succession of knocks land on your door. You practically jump out of your chair and run to the door. Taking a deep breath to calm your nervous energy, smoothing down the fabric of your cotton shirt and linen pants. You haven’t had to second guess what you’re wearing in years, but today, you want to impress Joel.
A small exhale escapes your lips when you open your door. There stood in a flannel over a dark blue t-shirt is Joel holding a guitar with a small smile on his face. He looks so handsome, your knees feel a little weak.
“Hi,” you smile at him.
“Evening.”
“Come in,” you’re nervous now.
You love your home, and now Joel’s going to step into it. He’s about to metaphorically walk into your mind, all of your art on the wall, some of it found and some of it your own, your mismatched throw pillows on the couch, your chipped vase filled with fake flowers, your boot scuffs on the floor. You wonder if he felt the same way on the first day he opened the door for you, letting you into his studio where all of the things he loved laid. You are proud of your home, it’s no longer the desolate tiny apartment in the Denver QZ with only a threadbare blanket on a flat mattress.
He walks in, eyes roaming around your small and cozy living room. Shelves full of books, paintings, and little trinkets you’ve curated over your time in Jackson. Your mirrored wall that you hated when you first moved in but now welcome the bright light it reflects across the room. You painted birds all over it, making the few cracks into branches on a whim a year ago, and now it’s your favorite thing.
“Never thought people like you could still exist,” Joel focuses in on a sparrow you painted on a branch.
“People like me?”
“Yeah,” he turns to you, “still wanting to make things… nice.”
“I like what I like I guess,” you blush. “I really like the box you left on my porch, you really didn’t have to Joel, it’s beautiful. Thank you.”
“Was no bother, wanted to do it for you. Didn’t like the thought of that box ripping and spilling everything.”
“Well, thank you. I love it.”
“You’re welcome, there’s this too,” handing you the guitar. “S’all fixed and new, tuned it for you.”
“This is incredible, thank you.” It feels good to hold a guitar again, a huge smile breaks across your face. “I can’t believe it.”
“Believe it.”
You strum a couple of notes. You haven’t played guitar in almost a month, your fingers no longer need to play phantom notes, you have music back.
“Did you want to stay for dinner? I feel like I owe you a meal.”
“Of course, I’d love to.”
“I made sure to dust and I put my cats in my painting room, just in case you wanted to.”
“Awful sweet of you.”
You hand your guitar back to Joel. “Do you want to play me some songs while I cook?”
“‘Course.”
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The smell of peppers, onions, potatoes, and eggs fill the kitchen. You feel Joel watch you as you cut slices of bread and toast them in a pan, his eyes have been on you since you lead him to the kitchen. Sometimes you’ll glance over at him, he doesn’t even hide that he’s looking.
“How do you want your eggs? I’m having scrambled.”
“Over easy. Hate scrambled eggs…”
You nod and turn back to the stove, listening to Joel strum a song.
“That song’s really pretty. What is it?” You ask as you dish out the food and bring the plates of food over to the table.
“Pretty sure it’s called ‘Ain’t No Sunshine.’ Used to play it a lot when I was younger.” Joel puts your guitar against the wall as he watches you open a cupboard and pull out a small bottle of red sauce.
“It’s really pretty, I liked it,” placing the bottle on the table. Joel picks it up and brings it over looking at the little label that you drew a skull and crossbones and peppers on.
“Is this… hot sauce?” Joel’s eyes widen.
“Yep.”
“How did you get hot sauce?”
“Made it.”
“Wow, heh. I didn’t know people could still make hot sauce,” Joel says as he opens the bottle cap and smells it.
“Yep, I grow peppers in the Summer and boil them down with vinegar. My dad was pretty famous around town for his hot sauce, he used to make me help him during the harvest,” you sit down across from him. “I used to hate it, but now I’m thankful he made me learn.”
Joel sticks his finger out and places a couple drops of hot sauce on it. He holds it up to show you and with a nod tastes it. He smiles as his lips form around his finger, tasting the sauce.
“Mm, it’s good.” Your breath hitches as he takes his finger out of his mouth, the sound of his lips smacking reminds you of the kiss the two of you shared last night. Blinking out the memory you grab a piece of toast.
“Glad you like it, I have a few bottles, I’ll send you home with one.”
“Can’t believe you’re real,” murmurs out of his lips, as if he really didn’t mean to say it out loud. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” You hide a smile behind taking a bite out of toast.
“Can’t tell you the last time I had breakfast at night…”
“I always have it. I love breakfast for dinner. It always seemed so special when I was a kid, eating pancakes after the sun goes down…now it just makes sense because I always have eggs and potatoes. Though I’d kill for a cinnamon roll…”
It all seems so normal, like Joel always comes over and sits across the table from you. Like you’re always putting two plates on the table, always hearing the sounds of two metal forks scraping against ceramic.
You’ve been alone for so long… happily. Satisfied by everything else in your life, never paying much attention to anyone who wanted your attention. You were good with alone, until you saw Joel… and now he’s wiping yolk off his chin from the egg you just cooked him in your kitchen.
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“Did you want to stay for a bit?” Your boldness surprising you as you put away the rest of the dishes after dinner.
“Sure, of course I do.” Joel’s smile lighting up his entire face.
You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to making him smile, seeing the way his lips curve up, the glimpse of his teeth, the dimple deepening in his cheek. You’re used to drawing the things you want to see, to be able to make Joel smile is better than any art piece you’ll ever create.
“Did you want coffee or tea? Saturday’s my late night, might make it to midnight if I have company.”
“Coffee sounds good.”
“Whiskey?”
“Please.”
Normal, again. The two of you falling into conversation easily, never about anything of importance. Your favorite things about Jackson, the TV shows you used to watch, your first concerts. Nothing heavy or scary, a quiet agreement that you both understand that to reach the ages you both are, you mutually had to live through the worst of the worst. Joel doesn’t mention his daughter and you don’t bring her up. You sit in your plaid reading chair across from him on your couch his body taking up half of the cushions as he rests an arm on the back of it. He looks so comfortable, so relaxed. You’ve been splitting a flask between the two of you for the past hour, the taste of your coffee getting weaker each time you add whiskey.
“What was your couch like?” You ponder.
“Hm?”
You take another sip of your coffee, the whiskey causing a slight burn down your throat as you swallow.
“Your couch. What was it like in Texas?”
“What a weird question,” Joel’s smile gets blocked by his coffee cup as he takes another drink.
“I think you can tell a lot about someone by the type of furniture they choose. My mom very much liked neat and tidy and loved her house to look like it was right out of a catalog. We had some fancy regal looking floral abomination that was so uncomfortable to sit in but she thought it looked good. My dad didn’t care as long as he had somewhere comfortable to watch the Rockies… so it was just a normal brown couch that had recliners and pulldown cupholders in the middle.”
He sighs and adjusts in his seat. “Had a brown leather sofa, took up most of the living room, but didn’t mind because it was so comfortable.”
“See! I knew you had something big and leather.”
“Really now?”
“Yes, I swear. I look at you and I think… big.”
“Big?”
And right when Joel lifts his eyebrows at you is where you know you should’ve stopped talking.
“Yeah,” you exhale. “You always look so big and broad. Strong but gentle, capable but eager to learn and listen, rugged yet soft like… someone I’ve never seen before. You’re like a full on enigma.”
Your big mouth strikes again.
“An enigma?” Joel chugs the rest of his coffee, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “M’sorry sweetheart, what’s that?”
“A mystery… like I can’t figure you out. I haven’t been able to since the Tipsy Bison that first day I saw you…” stop talking, stop talking, “…you have this aura around you that you’re Joel Miller, Tommy’s brother, don’t talk to him…” seriously, shut up “…and yet you were so kind and gentle to me when I fell. You practically forced me to let you help with the books and then you stuck around to help set up everything…” stop talking, shut up “…and then you have me paint flowers in your house and you’re so sweet and so welcoming to me…” Okay, be quiet. You’re about to say something you don’t want to say. “…I’ve watched you since I first saw you and I still can’t figure you out…” and now you’ve said too much, “an enigma.” You huff the last words out, tipping your head back against your chair. Damn whiskey.
“You know, s’funny, I remember seeing you when I first got here too.” The way his words are gently spoken causes you to look at him. His eyes are on you, zero judgment lines his face. “Was a bad day, had a lot of feelings about Tommy and how he found happiness so easily here. I was in my head so much and at the worst moment, I look over and see you staring right at me. You made me forget those thoughts for a split second, just seeing you standing there. So beautiful and bright eyed in that light purple shirt… same shirt you were wearing when I helped you with your knee… kinda like you dropped from heaven in front of my house.”
His honesty takes your breath away, the admission of shared feelings between the two of you sent back and forth across your coffee table as your two empty mugs rest atop it. What you see is what you get from Joel, what he says he means, you know he’s not struggling internally at his oversharing like you.
You sit dumbfounded, the silence that creeps between the two of you allowing the time to let Joel’s words settle in you and bloom across your body.
“So,” Joel leans forward, "if that’s how you feel ‘bout me, then I’m happily an enigma.”
He’s pinned you with his gaze, determined brown eyes stare straight into yours. You know he can see what his words are doing to you. You’re surprised the nerves radiating inside of you aren’t making an audible buzz.
Joel cuts the silent tension first. “Speaking of couches… do you want to come sit next to me?”
You nod. Your heart hammering in your chest as you rise and seize the opportunity. Joel watches you as your bare feet pad over the rug with a small smirk on his lips like he’s getting exactly what he wanted.
You take a seat next to Joel, your body sinking closer to his as you adjust.
“S’nice,” Joel brings his arm around you, resting his hand on your shoulder as you move closer to him. “You have a beautiful home, love how every surface has something nice to look at. It’s so warm and pretty, perfectly you. I like being here, s’like walking into a different world.”
Your body begins to burn as Joel’s fingers brush back and forth against your arm. You don’t nod, you don’t say anything, you just focus on controlling your breathing and your rapid heart beat.
“You okay like this sweetheart?”
“Y-yeah, sorry, just haven’t done this in a long time. I like it, it’s just a lot.”
“S’okay sweetheart, we can just sit here and enjoy each other if you’d like.”
“Okay.”
Joel pulls you even closer against him, your head rests against his chest, you haven’t been this close to someone in so long. It feels good, it feels right. Hearing him breathe, feeling the softness of his soft t-shirt against your cheek, smelling the scent of wood and coffee on him. It was only last week that he was practically a stranger, now he’s holding you in your living room.
You breathe out a contented sigh, Joel’s chest vibrates against your cheek as he lets out a low chuckle. This moment right here feels like a turning point for your life in Jackson.
You’ve welcomed Joel into your home, much like he did with you. You want him to stay here with you, you don’t want him to leave tonight.
You want to feel his arms embrace you again. You want to kiss him again. You want to be selfish tonight. You never allow yourself what you want, always sacrificing for others and the greater good. You want to put your needs first tonight… so you choose to be selfish.
“Joel,” a whisper leaves your lips.
“Mm?”
“When we kissed yesterday…”
“Uh huh.”
“What would have… happened if the water didn’t spill?” You crane your neck up to look at him, Joel looks down and locks eyes with a small smile on his face.
“Well, I would have kept kissing you, obviously.”
“For how long?”
“As long as you’d let me sweetheart.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Me too,” Joel’s hand comes up to rest under your chin tilting it up towards his lips, “do you want me to kiss you now?” His tongue drags across his lower lip, you copy the movement as you lean forward into his hold and kiss him.
You love being selfish. You love how pillowy his lips are against yours. You love how you can taste the coffee and whiskey on his tongue. You love how he groans into your mouth as you move to sit on his lap. You love how his hands grab your hips as you straddle him. You love how rough his jeans feel against your linen pants. You love how Joel begins peppering kisses from your mouth to your neck.
“You taste so sweet,” Joel utters against your skin, feeling the smile in his kiss as you let out a moan from his words. A hand comes up to feel the underside of your breast, his touch eliciting another loud moan as he cups it in his large palm. The fire for Joel that’s been smoldering inside of you has been set ablaze by his mouth.
You begin rocking your hips against him, gasping and moaning as you look for pressure where you need him the most. Your hand reaches between the two of you, rubbing against the bulge of his pants.
Joel pulls away, his hand leaves your chest. “Hold on, hold on sweetheart, I don’t want to go too fast. I want to take our time, okay?” His hand cups your cheek. “I know what you want, ‘n I want it too… but you’re too special to not savor.”
You hate that you agree, you wish you could throw caution to the wind and take what you want to take, but you also know you’ve never felt this way about someone before. You nod as Joel leans forward and rests his forehead against yours.
“I really like you sweetheart, and it’s only been a few days…”
“I know,” you kiss his lips one last time before extracting yourself from his lap and sitting next to him. “We can just sit here again if you’d like, or you can get going if you want.”
“I’d like to sit here with you,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closer, your head resting against his chest again. He feels so good, like you’ve never known comfort until you felt the broad expanse of his chest underneath your skin.
“Sorry I don’t have any music… tonight would be a perfect night to listen to something.”
“Don’t mind the silence.”
“Me neither.”
You shut your eyes after awhile, the sound of Joel’s steady breathing against you lulling you to sleep.
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“Sweetheart,” Joel’s soft voice wakes you up, blinking your eyes open to soft blue denim.
Somehow during sleep you’ve migrated down to rest your head on Joel’s lap.
“Mmph, how long was I asleep for?” You look up at Joel’s tired eyes looking down at you.
“Dunno, but it’s dawn. I also fell asleep, just woke up,” Joel answers with a yawn.
“I’m sorry,” you move to sit up and yawn. “Guess I was either tired or you’re just really comfortable.
“S’okay, it was nice. Once I knew you were asleep I didn’t want to disturb you, you looked so peaceful.”
“Thanks,” you stand up and stretch your arms over your head, Joel’s eyes darting to the sliver of your exposed skin as your shirt rises.
“Should get going home,” a small hint of reluctance in Joel’s voice.
“I know,” you attempt to shield the tone of disappointment. You grab the hot sauce bottle sitting on your console table. “Don’t forget this.”
“Thanks sweetheart. I have long patrol this week. I’ll be gone Monday, should be back Friday evening.” Your stomach drops at the thought of not seeing Joel for that long. “Can I see you Saturday?”
“Of course, yeah. I’d like that.”
“I’ll stop by the library then, ’n we can talk,” Joel grips your chin and brings his lips forward to plant a kiss on your lips. “Good night sweetheart, this was really nice.”
“Good night.”
Joel opens your door and looks back at you with a smile and nod before leaving.
Your face lights up for nobody to see. You go to check on your cats and fall asleep in your much less comfortable bed compared to Joel’s lap.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Things are starting to heat up (got to change the rating from T to M! Building up to E! 😉) and I'm very excited where this story is heading. See you next Monday!
I've never written fan fic until two months ago, so I really appreciate all of you who have commented/liked/reblogged, it's a very cool thing to experience. If you'd like to be added to the taglist, let me know.
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#pedro pascal#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#elks#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller/reader#pedro pascal character fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction#tlou fanfic#joel tlou#joel miller fic
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-> Kitten
Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Reader (no pronouns used)
characters: Touya Todoroki (Dabi)
genre: fluff
summary: you decided to adopt a kitten and dabi isn't sure if he likes it
warnings: established relationship, just very fluffy
Dabi is not an animal person. If he was he would have a dog, maybe a lion (not like it would be possible nor he would actually want one) but Dabi just doesn't feel the need to own a pet.
You, on the other hand, decided to adopt the tiniest kitten, so small on his big scarred hand. It’s honestly quite ugly in Dabi’s eyes. You proudly announce that the ugly looking cat is your new daughter, Tuna. Dabi wants to argue why you would name it like that but he decides to let you enjoy your moment. Your boyfriend doesn't expect to be very present in the cat's life and settles for watching you from afar.
“She looks just like you.” you coo, taking pictures of Dabi holding the fur ball.
“Are you calling me ugly?”
“Of course not! She's the prettiest baby.” you smile at the cat, talking with an annoying baby voice.
“Where did you even find it? The trash?” The look you send Dabi’s way is scary enough to make him shut up. After years of dating you, Dabi mastered the art of shutting up when you give him the look. He turns his eyes to the thing meowing loudly on his hand. He doesn't know how long he will put up with it.
It takes a few weeks for Dabi to get used to the cat’s presence. He feels like he already made a mortal enemy. Tuna is still small but her meowing sure is loud, always trying to get your attention when you are too entranced in Dabi. He swears on his life that the little fucker smirks at him every time you stop cuddling him to pick her up from the floor and rest her against your chest. So Dabi does what every adult man would do - he shows the competition that he is the favorite. Whenever the two of you go to the bedroom, Dabi makes sure to lock the door behind him, stopping the cat from entering. But after five minutes the little fur ball will start meowing loudly and you will get up to get it and bring it to bed. Tuna always lays by your side, preventing Dabi from getting close to you and holding you. Not to say that the tiny thing pisses everywhere but you only softly scold it before showing the way to the litter box, leaving Dabi to clean it.
So yes, Dabi hates a small kitten that can't even go down the stairs alone.
Either way, you choose to ignore the one-sided (though Dabi would argue otherwise, the cat definitely knows what she’s doing) fight and force Dabi to spend time with the cat. “You two need some bonding time.” you had argued while placing the cat on Dabi’s lap before leaving the house. Your boyfriend simply stares at the cat before awkwardly petting it. “Your fur is kind of soft, it's cool.” he caught himself speaking to the cat. He puts the cat down and goes to his room before he starts going crazy. There's no way he’ll become one of those people who talk to cats. When he's halfway up the stairs, Tuna’s meow catches his attention. He looks back and sees the cat trying to climb the stairs, still struggling a bit. Dabi sighs, weighs his options, and decides to go back and pick up the cat to bring it up the stairs. However, Tuna follows him like a baby duck to the bedroom and sits by his foot when he sits on the desk chair and turns on his computer. Tuna decides the game he's about to play is interesting so she sticks her claws on Dabi’s sweatpants and dangles on his leg, failing to climb. Dabi sighs again and carefully grabs the cat to place her on his lap. She makes herself comfortable, promptly falling asleep on his lap. Dabi catches himself smiling at the scene as he plays a random game on his computer, careful not to wake the cat up. And if you get home and coo at the scene, he pretends to hate every moment of it. But you can tell the way his eyes soften as he looks back at the kitten to make sure she's still asleep.
#kora posts!#dabi x reader#dabi fluff#my hero academia fluff#my hero acadamia x reader#dabi x y/n#dabi x you#my hero academia x you#my hero academia x y/n#touya todoroki x y/n#touya todoroki x you#touya todoroki x reader#touya todoroki fluff#mha fluff#mha x reader#mha x y/n#mha x you#mha dabi#mha touya#my hero academia dabi#my hero academia touya
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hellooo! can i request yu, yosuke, and kanji date headcanons?? thank you
persona 4: general date headcanons (yu narukami, yosuke hanamura, kanji tatsumi)
notes: gender-neutral reader, fluff, reader implied to be a part of the investigation team
yu narukami
kind of a classic romantic. starts with going out to a movie. will take you out to dinner and buy dessert. maybe even a quick trip to the hot springs to unwind before going home.
holds open doors for you and stuff (bc he's a GENTLEMAN!!!) and insists on paying when he can. but, if you really insist, he won't put up much of a fuss.
will stop on a walk to pet a cat he sees across the street. you join him (unless you're allergic in which he will carry some hand sanitiser on him at all times to wash his hands before going back to holding yours)
gives you a hug and kiss on the back of your hand before saying goodbye, but doesn't keep up the gentleman act seriously for long before bursting into giggles.
he's just a rlly sweet boy
yosuke hanamura
a bit less formal than yu, but still tries his best.
as much as he'd like to go all-out, taking you to the nicest places and spending the night dancing under the stars...... he's still just a part-time worker.
so he'll have to settle for something a bit more homey. buys all your favourite snacks and candy and invites you over to play video games with him.
does the thing where he sorta-spoons you (sits behind you, wraps his legs around your torso, and rests his chin on your head as you two play games). it makes him feel like The Man in the relationship, irregardless of your gender. you keep telling him he doesn't have to be this macho image of a strong, providing boyfriend, but he feels confident when he's the big spoon so yk, you go along with it
steals kisses whenever he can (usually to distract you from your game (bastard.)), but again, he's just too cute to get really mad at.
kanji tatsumi
cooks for you! he's actually a pretty decent cook (not as good as yu though) and along with cooking dinner, will probably have made something for you beforehand and gives it to you.
i imagine you and kanji would really be into stuff like journalling or colouring books. a date with kanji is Floor Time(tm) with some tv on in the background and doing a colouring date.
sometimes you'd do the thing where you put on a timer and after it goes off, swap drawings and finish what the other has drawn. kanji, despite being amazing at fabric arts, isn't the best artist. he tries his best though!!!!
sooner or later you'd probably end up cuddling with a mountain of plushies or other soft material while talking. such is life at the tatsumi household.
a/n: tysm for requesting!! have a good day!
#persona x reader#persona 4 x reader#x reader#yu narukami x reader#souji seta x reader#yosuke hanamura x reader#kanji tatsumi x reader
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15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS
I was tagged by @chrisoels , thank you!
ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: not any real person and not even a human (There once was a story / fairy tale about a doll with this name. I've never watched it myself)
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: few days ago. While watching Kitbull even though I watched it so many times
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: nope
WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: table tennis my love
DO YOU USE SARCASM?: happens. But I don't like to be mean to my closest people. What I love most is when I give ironic/sarcastic comment about sth and people around me agree with me and laugh at my joke. Or when I'm sarcastic together with someone else. Unifying experience!💪
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: I'm not sure. Age? And clothes they wear? I often forget or resign to put my glasses on so shapes and colours is the only thing I can see from a distance (actually interesting experience for a visual artist - so much simplified forms)
WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: yellow in the middle and blue on the outside. Look almost green to me
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Happy endings definitely. Though if "scary" could be interpreted as "with a lot of angst" AND with happy ending - then that's a winner!
ANY TALENTS?: I draw.
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: 60 km from where I live now
WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: making stories, illustrating them, writing them down... Also reading, watching good movies (I don't waste time on bad ones). Making toys, designing toys, pyrography. Playing board-games with my friends. And traveling to different cities to visit old-towns and adore their architecture.
DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: calico cat
HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 165 cm
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: mathemathics above all. But I also always liked biology.
DREAM JOB?: something to earn money for it? I'm not sure... Recently I love to think that in different life I could be doing puppets of dragons and birds (like lauramathewsarts on Instagram). Or maybe just writing illustrated books for children and comic stories for adults? (But I learned to love the fact that I only create art that I like and only when I feel to, with no stress to satisfy any customer. This freedom I wouldn't give up for any money right now. My actual job gives me enough money to live, pay bills, travel and not be afraid of my future. I only work 3 days a week now because it was too energy draining for me to work 5 days a week. But it's also kind of satisfying and makes my introvert ass to speak to people regularly😅 The rest of my time and energy I'm free to spend on creating art😋)
OMG, so much people to tag now... Okey, hello to you all and play with it if you'd like to: @zorilleerrant , @swordoftheseeker , @figuringthengsout , @notasapleasure , @imaginatorofthings , @slicedcheesegremlin , @kaiaprax , @corey-m13 , @msblueberrybi , @parttimereptile , @serrantsaloto , @brb-counting-stars
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Hi! This is a translated version of my own challenge that i'm doing also in tmblr (so sorry if i spell something wrong!), i call it:
"The aspirations challenge"
Before we start:
You must complete the aspiration of the generation (the one they name after)
This challenge is going to be really long because of how many aspirations
At least for now, im NOT incluiding the aspirations that come with busting the dust, high school years and the refresh of spa day.
The order of the gen may be not in alphabetic order just for the sake of storytelling
You can use any mods of cc
You can't use cheats for advantage, but you can use them for storytelling or certain goals (like having twins)
The sims can look whatever you like, but they must reflect they personality
Knowing that new aspirations will come, this challenge will change
You are complety free to skip/change certain rules in case you dont have the dlc
Gen 1; serial romantic:
Story:You always were able of getting everything you wanted with your beauty, this made it super hard to be in an commitment to you.
When you turn a young adult, you decide to challenge yourself by starting an stable job! But you will go easy on you, so you would spend the rest of the time clubling and woohooing anyone! And when you mean ANYONE,you REALLY mean it!
Traits:
Romantic
Non committal
Materialistic
goals:
Max the wellness and charisma skill
Max the style influencer career (trend setter branch)
Leave at least two sims at the altar
Have only one kid
Once per in game year,have a plastic surgery (with mods or "cas.fulleditmode), each cost 10,000 simoleons.
Never get married
Never get caught cheating
PH character values:
Irresponsable
Gen 2;soulmate:
Story:you always feel inferior, everyone else were better at sports, at arts, at making friends. Everyone you care about only used for your beauty....
Even after that,you feel the need of helping the others by becoming a doctor. You thought you were married to your soulmate but..one of your workmates is REALLY making you questione it....
Traits:
Good
Melancholic
Socially ackward
Goals:
Max the bakery and knitting skills
Max the doctor career
Donate something each weekend
Go to charity with your family and/or friends once per week
Adopt at least one kid, this will be the heir
As an elder, retire and dedicate that time to your family and dotanions
PH character values:
Compassionate
Uncontrolled emotions
Gen 3; friend of the animals:
Story:you weren't mentally sane, so almost everyone ignored you, this make you love pets,since they are unable of judging, so when you see a hurted dog in the streets, you decided whats your all time goal is going to be:BUILD THE BEST VET IN THE WORLD! No no.. IN THE GALAXY!of course, with some borrowed things..
Traits:
Kleptomaniac
Erratic
Animal enthusiast
Goals:
Max the mischief and pet training skills
Have a five stars vet clinic, and steal objects for this one.
Never use friendly or funny interactions with sims -except ask to move in-
Have each type of "pet" (like hamsters,rabbits, birds,etc)
Have 4 cats and/or dogs (im deeply sorry)
Have at least 2 well mantain cowplants (do they even count as animals?)
PH character values:
Uncontrolled emotions
Gen 4;master chef:
Story:You grown up being neglected,you had to clean, educate and cook for yourself, doing this you realized that you were born for opening a restaurant! This was your life goal, you will do ANYTHING just for getting a better review, and if that implies marrying a food critic you don't love, you WILL DEFINETLY do it!
Traits:
Foodie
Unflirty
Perfeccionist
Goals:
Max the gourmet cooking and cooking skills
Max the culinary career (chef brand), retire and open a five star restaurant
Become a three stars celebrity (remember, youre a very important chef)
Marry a food critic and have a toxic relationship with them
Become a spice hound
Learn all the recipes in town
PH character values:
Good manners
Responsable
Gen 5;Master mixologist:
Story:To escape your family situation, you were mostly in CRAZY parties with your friends, you honestly feel they as your family! But, even after that, when your parent die you feel... bad,you feel that you were always in their shadow, you only want to surpass them.. Or do you really want to impress them?
Traits:
Party animal
Ambitious
Dance machine
Goals:
Max the dance and mixology skills
Max the culinary career (mixologist branch)
Have a party club with your friends
Have a club meeting every saturday
Have 5 partners
Drink at least once every drink
Marry a sim with the party animal or dance machine trait
Gen 6;Academic:
Story:You grew up in a very poor household because your parents spend most of the money in their stupid parties. You hate the idea or being as stupid as them, so you spend most of the time thinking about ways to make money...and to win debates! You REALLY like winning, especially debates!
As an adult, you decide that you will go to university to learn more about robotics and so you do!
Traits:
Genius
Self centred
Ambitious
Goals:
Max the robotics and reserch and debate skill
Max the engineer career
Make at least two servos,max one of them (or both, if you hate yourself)
Date/marry the first person you debate with, then divorce/leave it to marry one of your servos
Get at least 2 A+
Gen 7;Archaeology Scholar:
Story:If you had to say whats your favorite place is it would be definitly be the museum,you always had being an history euthusiast!. You all time dream is becoming a famous archaeologist who is know for their INCREDIBLE talented made books!
Traits:
Creative
Ambitious
Active
Goals:
Max the archaelogy and writing skills
Work in odds jobs, then in your adulthood leave it to only dedicate to write books about archaelogy
Become at least a two stars celebrity
Have max friendship with a jungle adventure skeleton
Complete the archaelogy relics collection
Have an alien baby (adoption,abandoned kid,etc, you choose)
Gen 8;Computer whiz:
Story:Even tho you were an alien, you always feel like you were part of the family. So,when your blood family wanted to contact with you, you decided it was time to use your natural talent with numbers and start learning about rockets to avoid it; But hey! At least you discovered your passion!
Traits:
Genius
Geek
Ambicious
Goals:
Max the programming and video games skills
Max the tech guru career
Create at least 10 apps
Explore sixam, but never tell it to your kids
Marry a geek sim
Have two failed relationships before getting married
Have a family game night each week
Gen 9;Nerd brain:
Story:You always been obssesed with space, but your parents always told you about how dangerous it was. You were already mad, but things got even worst when you discovered that your parents WENT TO SPACE?! You were furious, you couldn't even think of getting into a rocketship because of the SAME PEOPLE who WENT TO SPACE. From now on, you will desobey whatever they say to you!... at least you have your grandparents....
Traits:
Adventurous
Active
Ambicious
Goals:
Max the handiness and rocket science skills
Enter the athletic career,then, when you discover your parents secrets, leave it and max the astronaut career
Upgrade to the max your rocketship
Leavo someone at the altar
Visit the secret lot in Oasis Spring
Marry an alien
Gen 10;Renaissance Sim:
Story:You always were a prodigy. Everyone knows that. But the thing that no one understands is that being excellent brings more problems than solutions. You always liked art, especially the violin! But people tells you to stop thinking in arts and focuse in science because it will pay you more. Will you follow your dreams or the others dreams?...
Traits:
Genius
Art lover
Ambicious
Goals:
Max the violin and two other skills and reach level 6 in six other skills
Enter to, at least three different careers,max the last one
Have twins
Have a kid with all the positive parenthood character values and the other with all the negative ones
Have a big change in apperance and whises after your midlife crisis
Gen 11;Spellcraft & Sorcery:
Story:Yeah....you always were the black sheep of the family. While your sibling was showing up their straight As you were just thinking about magical spells and your favorite tunes with your Fs.You couldn't help but don't care! After all, people will recognize you as THE spellcaster. Capable of dominate the strongest spells and of course, your "innofensive" jokes!...And maybe your voice
Traits:
Lazy
Music lover
Goofball
Goals:
Max the mischief and singing skills
Work in odds jobs
Complete the brooms collection
Have an enemies to lovers type of relationship
Declare as an enemy a sage
"Accidentally" kill one/your enemy with your spells
Learn all of the untamed and mischief spells
Gen 12;Master vampire:
Story:You never had many friends because everyone knew the reputation of your parent. In one of daily visits to the school library, you found a book that you hadn't saw before.It was a vampire book, you liked fantasy but never read this one! You become OBSESSED with this one.Will it be better to become a nocturn beast?
Traits:
Bookworm
Socially akward
Neat
Goals:
Max the vampire folcklore and writing skills
Work publishing vampire books (turn off fame)
Have a well mantain garden (vampires also can love plants!)
Live in a victorian manor
Cut your relationship with your parents when you move out
Marry an human, then transform it
Have at least three kids
Gen 13;Angling ace:
Story:When you were a kid, you used to fish something and go back to your parents to ask for help for feeding those poor little kittens. It wasn't long when this become an habit! After all, they are only four things that you adore the most: Helping people,your family,cats,cooking Oh! And of course: water! Specially fishing! You REALLY like fishing
Traits:
Family oriented
Cat lover
Child of the oceans
Goals:
Max the fishing and gourmet cooking skills
Max the conservatist career
Become a merperson
Complete the fish collection and pin each one of them on the wall
Go to charity every friday
Have at least two cats
Gen 14;Country caretaker:
Story:You always had an....complicated relationship with your parents,while they wanted to go fishing to put that poor animal in a simple wall or even worse:FOR COOKING, you always see animals as your besties!. One day,the fight went so bad that you decided to move to a small cottage in an even smaller town, no friends,no family,no electricy or water..but you still being happy because you could afford a cow,a horse and two chickens!
Trait:
Animal entushiast
Vegeterian
Loves the outdoors
Goals:
Max the gardening and cross stiching skills
Never get a formal job,instead become a farmer and sell your products
NEVER eat or sell your animals
Live in a lot with the off the grid and simple living lot traits
Participate in every Henford-on-Bagley fair
Never use a mean interactions on animals
Gen 15;The curator:
Story:Your family teach you all about farming so that you run the family farm, thing that you didn't liked much. You know that you could do much better! Your all time dream was completing collections! You only wanted to move to Willow creek and be charismatic enough to exchange collectables!... sadly, you focused so much in collection that you forgot your family...
Traits:
Self centred
Ambicious
Eco fiend
Goals:
Max the gardening and charisma skills
Max the gardener career
Complete the crystals, elements and one more collection
Open a shop with your collections
Have triplets, at least one has to be taken away
When gen 14 pass away, decide with your siblings (if you have them) whos going to run the farm if you don't have siblings, sell it to a random townie or friend
Gen 16;Eco inovator:
Story:Growing up rich, you were mostly careless,you had the most expensive clothes, food and even bed! But, as a teen you discovered that not everyone cares about nature as much as your family; the world was becoming each day more contamineted! You never cared about helping too much. Could this be a change in your life?
Traits:
Childish
Self centred
Glutton
After drinking the re-trait potion:
Self assured
Dog lover
Eco maniac
Goals:
Max the handiness and fabrication skills
Max the civil designer career
As you turn into a young adult, drink a re-trait potion
Rescue two or more stray dogs
Live in one of the greenest city lots in the world
Have an affair with a celebrity
Gen 17;Freelance botanist:
Story:Yeah... you never were the most sane; while your siblings were playing or chatting you were also talking, BUT TO PLANTS. You become so obssesed with plants that your all time dream is become a plant-sim! But sadly, nobody believes you when you say they exist...
Traits:
Erratic
Loves the outdoors
Lactose intolerant
Goals:
Max the flower arraiging and gardening skills
Sell your plants with a stall
Become a plant sim
Plant a money tree
Complete the plant collection and plant each one of them
Have a greenhouse
Gen 18;Jungle explorer:
Story:If theres a word that describes you is materialistic; if theres another word that describes you is mischievious. When you discovered that they were lots of valuable relics in Selvadorada, you didn't doubt to go. You only went to scam people, but when THAT client come to your stall you fell in....love? Sadly they were mad at you because of the prices!
Traits:
Materialistic
Slob
Kleptomaniac
Goals:
Max the selvadorian culture and logic skills
Sell the things you find/steal (mark up prices to 300%)
Marry a client and have an enemies to lovers relationship
Learn all the selvadorian recipes
Get married only after your midlife crisis
Make enemies with a good sim
Gen 19;Purveyor of Potions:
Story:In Selvadorada, you always knew that there were lots of things that can cause sickness; thing that always drive you crazy! Whats the fun in going into nature if your getting dirty and sick!?! Your all time dream is becoming a succesful doctor! But you aren't really good at seeing blood.... if you could only make curative potions....
Traits:
Squeamish
Neat
High mantiance
Goals:
Max the wellness and painting skills
Max the doctor career
Make at least once every potion
Own a potion shop
Live in an haunted house
Complete the broom colection
Gen 20;Outdoor enthusiast:
Story:When you were little, your biggest dream was becoming a florist! But finally in your adulthood you accepted that you couldn't make many money off of it.... But in one of your trips to Granite Falls, you discovered your talent!: Painting landscapes...maybe you could work in painting!
Traits:
Creative
Outgoing
Lves the outdoors
Goals:
Max the painting and flower arraiging skills
Sell your flower arraigings as a young adult, stop it when you become an adult and max the painter career
Marry a loner sim
Have a painting club and have meetings every week
Divorce to marry your soulmate
Complete the insects collection
Gen 21;Championship Rider:
Story:Your parents were the definition of happy bohos.They loved painting and nature...while you didn't really liked it. Your biggest dream is becoming one of the most popular influencers! One day,while you were looking up the tendencies, you discovered that the most popular one was...horses?..yeah,you didn't like it,but if it makes you famous...
Traits:
Ambicious
Mean
Romantic
Goals:
Max the riding and video making skills
Become a simtuber
Become a five star celebrity
Have an affair with a fellow celebrity
Win at least 10 competitons (i recommend to write the progress somewhere)
When you move out, dont talk to your parents ever again
Have twins and only care for one
Gen 22;Expert nectar maker:
Story:You were the neglected from the family. The only ones who really cared about you were your grandparents! But,sadly,your parent didn't let you go with them very often.So you often spend your time looking up for your horses,reading cooking books and;your favorite one:baking and making mermelades! Your two dreams were getting out of the house and sell your bakes good. But without money,how are you going to make it?
Traits:
Horse lover
Foodie
Vegetarian
Goals:
Max the nectar making and bakery skills
Sell your nectar and bake goods
Make every nectar at least one
Have at least 3 mini goats and/or sheeps
As an elder,try to reconnect to your sibling (you decide if you success or not)
Have three failed relationships before you find your partner
Rescue an stray animal
Gen 23;Beach life:
Story:You admire your parents. You feeled that they had a PERFECT and organized life while you...lets say that you couldn't be in only one thing..So,to celebrate becoming young adult,your parents give you a free trip to Sulani since you adore the beach and they wanted you to relax and think about your future;little they you that you will become OBSSESED with the beach!..and with your partner
Traits:
Child of the ocean
Child of the island
Non-committal
Goals:
Max the wellness and fishing skills
As a teen, work as a lifeguard and max the athletic career
Have at least five partners
Marry your first partner
Have at least six Kava parties
Become friends with an island elemental
Have at least four kids
Gen 24;city living:
Story:You always feeled different,while your siblings were playing in the beach, you were playing videogames or playing the piano;or ehy not: a videogame about pianos! Things go even worse with your parent's dead (gen 23s partner), the family was even more separated;you love them but..it was too much! You decided to move temporally to San Myshuno,not knowing that you will stay there FOREVER!
Traits:
Geek
Outgoing
Insider
Goals:
Max the videogaming and singing skills
Max the tech guru career
Complete the My sims figure collection
Have a club meeting every week,go most of the time to karaoke bars
Go to every San Myshuno's festival
Meet your partner at a blind date
Gen 25;Mt. Komorebi Sightseer:
Story:You always work as hard as you can so that,someday,you can become a really important military officer! You first move to Strangerville for work. But when you discovered the shady things your workmates were doing,you escaped to the farest place you could go: Mt. Komorebi. Of course, you first didn't really liked the place. But,slowly your liking it more and more everyday!
Traits:
Ambicious
Paranoid
Active
Goals:
Max the fitness and skiing skills
Max the military career (officer branch)
As a young adult move to Strangerville.Close to becoming an adult,move to Mt. Komorebi
Declare as an enemy one of your bosses
Go to every Mt. Komorebi festival
Have at least one science baby (next heir)
Have a bad relationship with your kid/s
Gen 27;Strangerville mystery:
Story:You grown up fighting with your parent because they won't accept that you LOVED Strangerville and wanted to discovered what was behing the whole mystery. And things went even worse when you started dating the child of your parent enemy...but you decided that you didn't wanted to become a puppet of your parent. So you decided to escape with your couple to Strangerville!...while both of you were just TEENS only to discover the town mystery...
Traits:
Paranoid
Hot hetted
Ambicious
Goals:
Max the logic and fitness skills
Max the militar career
As a teen,move to Strangerville with your partner without telling your parents
Become best friends with the owner of the curio-shop at the moment
See your partner getting possesed
Became enemies with a fellow militar and/or scientist
Gen 28: Fount of Tomarani Knowledge:
Story:You always were kind of jealous of your parents. They were so in love, while you couldn't help but always broke up with your partners because you only cared about gossips...
As an adult, you decide to move to Tomarang, not because you like it, but because it was pretty well known that not for nothing it was known as the "capital of the gossips"; even more than San myshuno! But when you started to talk to the natives, you started to LOVE the tomarani culture!
Traits:
Un-flirty
Child of the village
Nosy
Goals:
Max the mischief and charisma
Make money by odd jobs
Break up with at least two sims
Marry a child of the village
Live since you become a young adult until you died as a tenant in Tomarang
Complete the tassels collection
Gen 29; Chief of mischief:
Story:As a child, you used to spend most of your time telling the younger ones about how the monster under the bed was going to kill them. The reason behind it? It was super fun for you watching how they run away in tears...
When you grew up,of course you still doing it! But,OF COURSE that now your classmates weren't kids,they were teens and will insult you with justification. The fact that half of the class hated you and the other half didn't care. Except for your best friend! You were both partners in crime! And maybe also for woohoo...
Traits:
Mean
Goofball
Cringe
Goals:
Max the mischief and videogames skills
Max the tech guru career
Have a woohoo partner which is also your partner in crime
As a part of you mid-life crisis, start to date them (you decide how this ends)
Even after graduation,still annoying your classmates
Have two kids with different sims
Gen 30;Public enemy:
Story:Your older sibling hated you,your parent's enemy's children hate you, kids in school hated you...You were mostly alone, building machines that only you liked... But as an young adult, you finally realized that you didn't wanted to be a crybaby anymore, you wanted to be respected! It doesn't matter if it because your great or bad reputation, they will learn NOT to mess with you because your reputation!
Traits:
As a teen:
Melancholic
Generous
After turning a young adult:
Mean
Kleptomaniac
Evil
Goals:
Max the mischief and handiness skills
Max the criminal career (boss career)
Kill at least one of the sims that reject you when you were younger
Grow at least one cowplant (they can kill!)
Be in a gang (with Extreme violence or with a club)
Drink the re-trait potion
Gen 31; Seeker of secrets:
Story: Since you were a child, you daydreamed of being a popular influencer! You didn't knew yet what your channel will be about; but you knew that it will be the number one! For becoming popular among your classmates, you started to inventing juicy gossip! The thing you didn't think about was that they will mostly dislike you instead of admiring you...
Traits:
Nosy
Self centred
Goofball
Goals:
Max the video making and charisma skills
Become a simtuber
Become at least a three stars celebrity
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Hi! I am Lora. I live in Belgium. I speak Flemish, which is just Dutch with extra funny words. I'll get into what I'm about and what I post on here. But let me start with a quick summary so you immediately know you're at the right adress or not:
Mental health, mental ilness, D&D, art, biology, bugs, Belgian/european news/politics, queer shit, my cats, my aquarium, school,...
Now, let's get into the details!
What's my identity?
I'm very loosy goosy with this. all pronouns are fine, I don't use any gender label, although I've jokingly refered to myself as 'gender disinterested'. I just don't wanna play! Sexuality is ehhh, people. I use bisexual in my daily life bc that is easier. I'm also not monogamous.
What's up with my brain?
I'm diagnosed autistic, currently checking for ADHD. I have spend a lot of time in mental hospitals, dealing with depression, generalised and social anxiety, panic attacks, all the classics really. I spend 12 months on a ward that specialises in emotional regulation disorders, where I received dialectical behaviour therapy. I'm only back in 'the real world' for a few months now, so this comes up often.
I'm working towards becoming a certified life experience avocate, a sort of middle man between patients and mental health/disabiliy workers. That's why I'm very open about this, but I always want to mention that you don't have to, and that it can make you a target to people who don't mean well.
What do I study?
I have a degree in Graphic design, but based on my elective it would be better to say that I have a degree in illustration. I also went to art school in high school so I have a basis in a lot of things, like film, theatre, webdesign and so on. My comics are on instagram (english, Dutch) and in 'my comics' tag
I also did 1 year of a biology bachelor and 1 year of social work, because I was a bit lost over the years.
Right now I'm about to start a degree in applied psychology.
let's put the rest under a cut!
D&D
I've been following Critical role for a long time, just getting into Dimension 20. I tag cr spoilers for anything relatively new, about 3 weeks or so. I usually tag with 'critical role' or 'Dimension 20' and then the name of the campagn so you can block these tags to avoid spoilers for specific campagns.
I play myself but I don't have a group currently since I moved and pandemics and hospitals happened. I play a human druid, circle of the moon, who is bug themed. You all have official permission to talk about your PC's to me at all times!
Pets
I have two cats, Marcel and Oskar, who are very sweet and very dumb. There's also a couple of strays that live on my roof, mother and daughter who I call Michelle and Kotelet. They continiously broke into my appartment to steal food so I started to socialise them. It's been going pretty well.
I have a big planted community aquarium. It's a self cleaning eco system with a side sump. I have Giant danios and golden danios, amano shrimp, a mix of neo caradina shrimp, corydora's, apple snails, malasian trumpet snails and sulawesi snails.
I had a giant african landsnail called Gertude, but she passed away very recently.
I also have a box of powder orange isopods who used to be in the big terrarium with Gertrude. And a pot of springtails. I'm trying to turn the old terrarium into a paludarium (riparium to be exact) but I'm waiting on the next hyperfocus wave to finish this. All the stuff is currently in boxes in my livingroom, sighhh.
Other hobbies
man I widly swing from one to the next. Right now I'm doing crepe paper flowers. I do origami and paper crafts. I embroider. I read. I keep up my house plants and a bunch of stuff on my balcony. I cook. I sketch. I like fashion, make up and skin care. I love to research random shit. I've acted in a few things. I have a guitair I can't play. I bookbind.
Dutch - Belgium
I sometimes post in Dutch. I will add the relevant translations in the tags. It's mainly regional jokes with other Belgians and Dutch people, so I can't always properly explain. I also blog a bit about local news. Belgian stuff gets tagged as Belgiumposting and everything relating to Europe or the other countries in it gets tagged as Europosting.
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Oh wow I haven't been tagged in one of these in a minute. Thanks for the tag, @queen-of-voltronian =D
named after anyone?
Yes! I go by KJ, which is my initials. My middle name is after my grandmother. And, she's actually the one who gave me the nickname KJ! So not only am I named after her, but she gave me the name I go by too.
2. last time you cried?
Don't judge me... but it was while I was watching Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3. Which was last weekend I think?
3. do you have kids?
Furbabies!
4. do you use sarcasm often?
I don't know how to be any other way.
5. what's the first thing you notice about people?
Either their eyes - because I'm an artist and of course I love eyes - or their smell. (THIS SOUNDS SO CREEPY I'M JUST REALLY SENSITIVE????) Because I reaaaaaaaaally can't stand bad smells. So if someone's got, ahem.... some BO? That's gonna be the first thing I notice. Doesn't matter how pretty their eyes are, I'ma notice the SMELL. (Same if they smell really, really nice though. Pretty eyes be damned! If they smell good that's the best.)
6. color of your eyes?
Green!
7. scary movie or happy ending?
Depends on my mood. I like a nice happy ending after a lot of PAIN. But I like scary movies too, if they're actually scary and not just a gore fest. Yuck.
8. any special talents?
Beyond being an artist? I can sing. I get stage fright though, so I don't usually sing publicly, but I can sing. I can also read sheet music, and I can play the oboe and the clarinet. Music is life, fam.
9. where were you born?
In the back of a car at security of a Nuclear Power Plant in Maryland, USA. No, I'm not kidding. My mom has the newspaper clipping still, and my parents got me a baby book specifically to write down the model of the car as my "birth place".
10. hobbies?
I play a lot of video games. A lot, a lot. Too many. It's the main thing I do besides art and reading and being overly invested in shows.
11. pets?
I have 3 cats and a dog!
12. sports?
When I was a kid, I played basketball every year. Beyond that? Nah. I hate football, don't even get me started. Watching it, hearing about it, enduring other people be really into it. Not a fan =\
13. height?
I smol. Well. I smol in height. I'm 5'3". The rest of my biological family is considered tall, or at least average height usually. My cousin, who is 5'5", was nicknamed the midget of the family. I'm shorter than her.
14. favorite subject?
Surprising no one, art and music. When I was in high school, I knocked all my required courses out of the way so I could spend my senior year taking every single art and music course I could fit in my schedule. It was a great year.
15. dream job?
I've always wanted to be able to make a living being an artist. It's difficult and I don't make much in commissions, but I just had a like.... quarter life crisis kinda? I quit my corporate job because I was so miserable, I couldn't even step foot in the building anymore. So now I'm going to save up so I can go to school for tattooing and do what I really want to do, rather than what I think I have to do.
Let's see, who to tag.... @voxxian @rollyjogerjones(although she hasn't been on tumblr for like a year) @izbizzle(same for him) and anyone else that wants to do it! @adi-dion I SAW YOUR LIKE YOU ARE TAGGED NOW YKNOW IF YOU WANNA
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do i really have to tell you how you brought me back to life?
stats!
name: jude kala
pronouns: he/him
age: 24
occupation: art school teacher
zodiac sign: cancer
parents: both alive, living in new york
siblings: none
traits and personality!
positives: enthusiastic, candid, honest, speaks before he thinks, easygoing
negatives: dramatic, talks a lot of nonsense, has a difficulty focusing on one topic at a time, sometimes gives in to pettiness
likes: random items that stand out. neon green everything (yes, even mountain dew), taylor swift reputation era, stargazing, spending time with his pets, spouse and child
dislikes: two-faced individuals, sweet desserts
aesthetic: wornout converse and leather jackets, slept-in hoodies, friendship bracelets, netflix and chill, cat cuddles
bio!
jude grew up in a loud environment. a really loud one. his parents used to fight when he was a child, and when he reached his teenage years, his parents were no longer sleeping in the same bed. all of this was, of course, hidden from the rest of their family to maintain the perfect family image they were so keen on masquerading around. jude always had to be the perfectly dressed child as a result of this, as if his immaculately-pressed clothes could make up for the lack of love in the household. there were always other members of the family visiting, which resulted in a lot of ceremonious cleaning up and tidying to “keep up appearances.” on sundays, the local church community always gathered at jude’s family home together for lunch after service. as much as jude dislikes to admit it, this shaped his personality growing up.
in the middle of a loud environment, he became interested in observing people, which then led to sketching them as they went about their days. jude believes that a lot can be said about what a person is doing when they are in the presence of people they like and dislike. turning to arts also gave him the quiet time he sought, but that is not to say he’s bad at social gatherings. jude is pretty well-adapted, and he finds it easy to mingle whenever necessary. even as he left home and moved to california to study, he was able to adjust well enough. it also helped him in his search for freedom, realizing how much of who he thought he was, was actually different from who he wanted to be.
at home, he would always be the one caring for his younger cousins at family reunions. his love for the arts and for children made it easy to decide on what he’d do after graduating from fine arts.
important!
jude believes in the presence of a higher being, though he is not practicing the religion his parents raised him in.
jude always wished he had siblings. this tends to make him look at friends in a sibling-like manner by default.
jude is a serial hobbyist. one day he’d be knitting, next time he’d be into calligraphy or badminton. the only passion he has sustained is for the paper arts.
jude liked to stay on rooftops when he was a kid, mostly to escape the sounds of his fighting parents, but eventually he learned to love the stars and would always seek higher ground to look at them to find peace.
jude has adhd.
jude has a habit of drawing his favorites, ranging from his current hobby to his favorite people or places.
it took a long time before jude realized how his actions were selfish as a response to his search for freedom.
ooc note: thank you for reaching it to this point. please do make sure angst is plotted properly between us if it involves my muse. no communication on your end will result in me ignoring attempts to involve my muse in it. with that said, i will also reach out first if i do believe my muse is feeling some kind of way <3
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The Essence of Luxurious Pet Bedding and Blankets
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hello, welcome! Today on my blog I'll be telling you what I did back in middle school that I never told anyone! Not even my therapist. And me devolving into a therapist parent like figure to my friends.
Tw: self harm, mention of blood, dead animals, gore, child neglect.
Context, for almost all my childhood I spend my life living with my grandparents who were neglectful, abusive, and emotionally damaging.
They would always scream and fight, throwing things at each other. My mammaw was a hoarder so the house was covered in junk, the tables having food with molding and rotting food in/ on them. They would force me to clean the house and throw the rotting food over the fence where animals would eat it, or it become compost for the ground. I would have to sleep on a mattress that had animal piss and shit on it, sometimes the piss would fresh and all my mammaw would do was put a towel on it and tell me go to sleep. All while i was in elementary school to middle school. When shit hit the fan and I went to the mental institution, i was no longer going to there house. (during 5th grade to middle school I lived at my parents house, however was forced to spend breaks and weekends at my mammaw's house. My mom knew what was happening because they did the same to her and her siblings while they lived there. She told me the reason was because me and my little brother were the only grandkids that were still contact with my grandparents. They would also beat me with a beat or a wooden slab.
(i told my therapist these things)
After only living with my parents I started trying to heal however this when I developed C-PTSD, along with my OCD, autism and my genialized anxiety disorder, all at this time were undiagnosed. At the time they thought I was schizophrenic.
TW WARNING BEGINS:
I started getting the very nasty habit of self-harming, I used a scalpel from a snake bit kit. I would cut my thighs and the outside of my arms, 1, 2, then more then ore until i had 30 to 40 cuts. I would always lick the wounds, loving the taste of the blood that would come out. I always did this to punish myself for doing something wrong as i deserved the pain.
Another thing i did, is one time while me and the other kids in the apartment complex were playing outside, while parents were out shopping, bring my little brother with. We found a cat had killed a rabbit, I decided to keep the rabbit even though it was dead. I would pet it loving the feel of the fur. Then i cut it's left foot off to make a good luck charm with a kitchen knife, like my uncles do when they hunt. After a while i got board of it because it never interacting with me, like our cats did. So i started to stab it's stomach, and take out the organs wanting to the look at the bones. I loved bones, they are so inserting to me. After i was done, i cleaned my room when it started to decomposed, throwing it into the kitchen trash can that was in my room with the plastic bag i kept it tied in to stop the smell from coming out. then filled the rest of the trash can with old art and everything I wanted to declutter, tied it up and took it to the dumpster.
End of TW............................................................
After that, i started hanging out with my aunt A and focused on my grades, we started smoking weed together to help cope with the shit i had done to me and i even managed to past the 8th starr exam with the second highest grade in the school.
When we moved states for my high school year, freshman year wasn't fun, beside me taking honors world history, and honors English. Also did therapy.
Sophomore year I went into AP psychology (developmental and social psychology. ) Because it was very hard to understand others and my own emotions, like, i could see they were crying, i felt bad and wanted to fix the crying. But i would get very angry and frustrated because i wanted to why they were crying, Also social interactions was a pain the ass. "why are you just staring at me while I speak?", " That was very rude to say", "i can't tell if you were joking with me or not, because your tone didn't change?".
Oh, i also took cross fit and and AP anatomy and physiology.
And by the time Senior year came around i just became a group therapist parent to two separate groups of juniors and sophomores. All of them being LGBTQ+ with mental health issues and daddy/mommy issues. So i basically was like, " hey, instead of internalizing that anger you have about what your friend said. Maybe have a conversation".
A couple of my friends like to tell me their problems because they like the blunt but honest answers I gave out. One of my friends has DID type disorder, and I'll just be on call with one, and then another fronts instead, and I'm just like, "oh, well hello new person." Not even question or being stocked, just proceeding with explaining what me and the other one were talking about.
Also, I'm just happy my friends feel like they can come to me with their problems, whether it be advice on a decision, how to cope with anxiety.
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Compassionate aliens, Crime lords and Cat cafés
There’s this one scene in Hard to be a God... this one small, easily overlooked little scene... I’ll never forget about it for as long as I live.
It’s not like it’s THE most important scene plotwise, or that it sets up this big reveal later on, or anything like that. I just... I love it tremendously, I kiss its forehead tenderly and tuck it in every night, so I wanted to write down some thoughts on it.
@razielim I’m gonna talk about the beginning of Chapter 3, I go beast mode on this one and I can’t even tell anymore if it’s too spoilery for you so I’m hiding this under the ‘keep reading’ for your sake, you can try and dip in if you want
Let me just set the stage first in case someone is reading and has no idea what I’m talking about:
In the novel Hard to be a God, our main character Don Rumata (real name Anton), is a man from a future spacefaring utopian Earth. He is one of several people who have been sent as undercover operatives of the Institute of Experimental History, to an alien planet similar to Earth during the middle ages. He's been living there incognito for the last 5 years, masquerading as one of the feudal lords of a medieval-europe-like nation. Ethical dilemmas ensue on the moral responsibility to do good and how these earthlings should intervene in the development of alien civilizations and It's *chef's kiss* muah! it’s good shit. It might very well be my favourite take on the "Who Watches the Watchers" type of story, but that’s its own 1.000+ page essay, not what I wanna focus on right now.
Okay so, It's the very beginning of Chapter 3, and it starts with our boy Rumata daydreaming about kidnapping this Waga the Wheel character, a man infamously known as the uncontested head of all the local criminal forces, and bring him to Earth for observation. The goal? Well, Rumata hopes that this radical change in environment could lead the old man to hopefully turn over a new leaf. Without his complex web of murderers and thugs under his guidance, and really no need for it on the peaceful post-scarcity idyllic Earth, what would this “spider” do there? Maybe... maybe he could dedicate himself to the noble art of cat caretaking!
Yes! This is real! Here it is for your viewing pleasure:
I just, I'm not exactly sure I can explain why I love this passage so much. I want to try and do it justice without just going:
Come look at this! Can you believe it? The alien man, Don "i could fix him" Rumata, wants to kidnap the ruthless cold-blooded criminal mastermind and take him to his home planet so the aforementioned monster can focus on playing with cat instead of doing evil!!!
It's more than that, although, that is amazing in and of itself...
Like, this isn’t the only neat instance of daydreaming about kidnapping people and taking them to Earth either (I love the other ones too). And I also don’t just love it because it shows that my boy believes in The Healing Therapeutic Power of Cat.
I mean all those things help, but I think this stuck with me because in addition to all of that, it’s such a good early nugget that encapsulates the growing schism in Rumata’s psyche in an unexpected endearing yet sad way.
So, first of all I feel it’s important to really look at the person this daydreaming scenario is referring to, because of what it masterfully says about our main character without pulling attention to it.
So, in the previous chapter Rumata explains how much contempt he feels towards this Waga lad, saying that he
“inspired an extreme disgust in him but was occasionally immensely useful—literally irreplaceable”
, someone who interested him “as a scientific specimen”,
“a most curious exhibit in his collection of medieval monsters”.
In this chapter, while the hypothetical kidnapping bit starts out as just a curious thought experiment, he then starts saying things like:
“You know, the old man might sicken. He’d probably even waste away.”,
and
“After all, it can’t be the case that he doesn’t have a single small, harmless hobby—which only gets in his way here, but there could become the meaning of his life. I think he likes cats. ”
And I’m over here just- god damn it if this isn’t a great showcase of our boy trying to hold on to his humanist ideals and identity while simultaneously growing hateful by having to interact some of the most detestable of people. He can’t help but care about this old man’s well-being. while simultaneously despising him. And he can’t help feeling that especially because he has always been accutely aware of how environmental factors influence people: that had Waga and the people around him in general been born on Earth instead, that they would’ve turned out quite different.
On Rumata struggling in balancing his love and hatred we get another shift in personality in the scene that comes right after the hypothetical kidnapping. It’s great too because it adds, I want to say, the last piece of the magnificent triad that makes up the growing fragmented psyche of our boy. We’ve seen in these segments:
the level-headed historian;
the compassionate humanist;
and now we’re going to get the haughty noble bastard.
So after the meeting with Waga and thinking about kidnapping him, Rumata suddenly realises that his coin purse has disappeared. He’s there, in the middle of the street in distress, fiddling around in his pockets, when two lads start poking fun at him:
I mean, it’s right there:
“ The employee of the Institute couldn’t care less, but the noble Don Rumata of Estor went berserk. For a second he lost control of himself.”
He then realizes in horror that he would’ve cut them down into pieces if they hadn’t cleared out, that:
“They would have been lying here like pig carcasses, and I’d be standing here with a sword in my hand and wouldn’t have known what to do. Some god! Turning into a savage …”
This is the very next page after the whole cat thing I mean....arghhh it pisses me off it’s so good! You are never left with just one of these personas for too long a stretch of time (it helps build the growing feeling of uneasiness the book’s going for too). One is always coming right after the other in a very organic way, so much so that it makes the authors look like professional court jesters (affectionate), juggling all these disparate personalities without breaking a sweat. There are moments later on when you start to feel like you can't even tell where one begins and the other ends, as they become more and more dilluted. The historian, the humanist and the noble bastard, are all on the cockpit, fighting for control of the mecha man-god who wants to intervene but doesn't know how and is afraid of what happens when he does.
Honestly it's something I want to focus on more when I do a second reading: this rythm to Rumata’s train of thought and how his mind is always being pulled in different directions.
I see you *points at the Strugatsky brothers*. I see you planting the seeds for all the great rants and mental breakdowns coming later in the book. I see them slowly blooming beautifully later on when Rumata starts to grow more and more self-aware and desperate at the conflicting emotions taking hold of him, and the deep self-hatred pours out because he realizes he’s grown to truly hate the people he came there to help. All of that the result of having been put in the impossible position of trying to be tolerant of the intolerant, forgiving of the unforgivable, and just overall trying to act and right some wrongs without imposing force/his own will.
Just... the wonderful evolution from the cat rehab thing for Waga to this quote I’m going to link to here... it breaks my poor heart.
So in summary, here’s the conclusions I arrived at on thinking about the beginning of Chapter 3:
it’s great as just an alien who dreams about kidnapping a crimelord and have him play with cats instead of engaging in crime and murder;
it’s great because it advocates for the therapeutic power of cat, something I wholeheartedly believe in;
it’s great for the main character’s characterization and inner conflict;
it’s especially great for those last two things when you look at the scenes that came before and after, and how they work together to allude to the larger dillemmas at play;
it just makes the tragedy hit harder later on man...
I was going to say that, in my most humble opinion, these books (at least Roadside Picnic and Hard to be a God, which are the two I’ve read), are just as much about the big philosophical ideas as the little tender moments, and that together they make the book greater than the sum of its parts because even the smaller funny little scenes aren’t distractions disconnected from the main story, they all have winks and nudges of what the larger thread is about.
And I don’t know man, I guess I totally get what Ursula K. le Guin said about Roadside Picnic, and i think it fits this book too:
“ Most of the characters are tough people leading degrading, discouraging lives, presented without sentimentality and without cynicism. Humanity is not flattered, but it’s not cheapened. The authors’ touch is tender, aware of vulnerability.“
And last but not least, here! Have a complimentary crazy straw you crazy bastard, for somehow making it to the end of this rant. It will make its way to you in 24h or less!
I’ll be real this cat scene lives rent free in my head as does my HTBAG AU where Waga is kidnapped and taken to Earth, possibly Japan, where he opens his little cat café. This whole rant was just an excuse to disguise that as an intellectual exercise.
#my ramblings#OH BOY did this get outta hand#I think that title could be a good band name#I know what the gentle reader is thinking after reading this:#'Cosmic!' I hear you shouting 'Be real now you just want to be kidnapped by aliens and taken to their homeworld-#so you can spend the rest of your life petting cats (and doing art)! ' and ...I mean... YOU'RE NOT WRONG!#Hard to be a God#Трудно быть богом#Strugatsky Brothers#science fiction#russian literature#books#the compassionate humanist aspect of the earthlings; how it's the backbone of their identities...#...and how it is challenged in this new environment is something that worries me about the film adaptations...#...because I get this gut-feeling that it'll be at best: downplayed; and at worst: completely done away with#*sigh* I'll still watch them tho and try and keep an open mind
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Breed Me
Gojo Satoru x Reader
summary: It’s Gojo’s turn to try out a new kink. You just never expected to like it so much.
warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, cum play, the whole shebang
notes: I had a request awhile ago for fun smut with Gojo feat. a breeding kink and decided that it was perfect Chaos Couple material and now here we are.
words: 3k
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“Hey, there’s something I want to try,” Gojo says as he yanks your phone out of your hand so that he has your full attention. There’s a familiar smirk on his lips and it makes you roll your eyes and turn over in bed so that your back is to him.
“Satoru, how many times do we have to go over this? I’m not letting you call me mommy,” you huff. “I’m never changing my mind on that one.”
“No, it’s not that,” he tells you and you can’t help but perk up, intrigued by what it is that he could want to try. “It’s something else.”
You can feel the bed shifting as he lays down behind you, dropping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him, his chest pressed right up against your back. He skims his nose along the side of your neck, taking care to brush it right up against the spot below your ear that makes you shiver.
You can’t help but squirm at the sensation and he takes the opportunity to angle your hips so that your ass is flush with his crotch. Your breath hitches when he grinds his half-hard cock against you and you find your clutch on the pillow beneath your head growing slightly tighter.
“What is it?” you ask, your voice suddenly breathless and you’re unable to see the way he smugly smirks, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.
In lieu of an answer, he slides his hand down your stomach and under the waistband of your leggings. His long fingers begin to stroke the lips of your pussy over the fabric of your underwear, his touch light and lazy.
You sigh contentedly and let your eyelids flutter shut, resting your head back on his shoulder. Instinctively, your legs open a little wider for him, your body speaking for you and instructing him to be more purposeful with his movements.
He chuckles as he feels you leaning into him, his chest rumbling against your back. You remind him of a cat telling its owner exactly how it wants to be scratched.
Owner.
His cock twitches in his pants at the word, something dark in him stirring and begging to be given attention. But he quickly tamps down on it. That’s something for another time.
Right now, there’s something else he wants.
He begins to apply more pressure to your clothed folds with his fingers. It doesn’t take much longer before he can feel the cotton beginning to grow wet from his touch.
He knows he needs to make his request strategically. You could easily interpret it the wrong way and then instead of spending his night pumping you full of his cum until your cunt’s overflowing, he’ll be stuck in a long, boring conversation that neither of you is all that interested in having — at least not right now.
“I think this is something you’ll like,” he grins into your ear, his voice low and teasing.
You softly hum, a sign for him to continue but also one that lets him know that you’re becoming increasingly amenable to whatever request he’s about to make. His fingers find your clit, making you whimper quietly and gently buck your hips up into his touch.
“I wanna fuck you raw and fill you with my cum,” he says, a note of eagerness tinging his tone, and when your breathing stutters, he’s not sure whether it’s because of his words or the way he’s circling your clit.
“You already do that,” you remind him lightly, focused more on his touch than what you’re saying. “We haven’t used a condom in years.”
He moves his knee between your legs and opens them wider, making it easier for him to slide his fingers under the crotch of your now soaked underwear. Your clit is slightly slippery as he rolls it between his fingers while grinding his cock into your ass at the same time. You moan softly and he knows he has you right where he wants you.
“But this time, I want to fill you up over and over again until I fuck a baby into you,” he practically purrs and he immediately feels you tense against him, his words dousing your lust like a bucket of ice-cold water. He pinches your clit in an attempt to pull you back into the moment, making your hips reflexively jerk in his hold. “Wanna get you nice and round so that everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”
Suddenly you begin to wiggle in his grasp, but it’s clear from the frantic nature of your movements that it’s from panic rather than pleasure. Gojo lets you go with a sigh and rolls onto his back as you sit up and turn around so that you can look down at him with a mixture of shock and alarm.
“Y-you wanna try for a kid?” you ask, your voice growing increasingly high-pitched with each word. “And you thought this was the way to bring it up?”
He can see you beginning to spiral and he knows that if he doesn’t stop it now, then this will all go exactly how he didn’t want it to turn out. So, he grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him, straddling his hips and seated right on his clothed cock, which is still hard underneath your ass.
“I don’t want to actually get you pregnant,” he quickly explains and those words alone seem to be enough to stop the hysteria in its tracks. But he can see the confusion growing in its stead.
“Just think about it,” he encourages you, his voice dark and low and full of promise. “Me pumping you full of cum until your pussy can’t take any more. And you’d get so big and round with my baby. And everyone would know it’s because of me, that it’s my baby in there, that you belong to me. Isn't it kind of hot?”
He can see from the way your mouth is now slightly parted and how your chest is rising and falling just a bit faster that the picture he’s painted for you is doing more than just piquing your interest. A grin begins to grow on his lips when you start to squirm and he uses his hold on your hips to grind you down on his cock, making you gasp softly and clutch onto the fabric of his shirt.
“Satoru…” you trail off hesitantly but he doesn’t miss the slight whine in your tone. He grinds you down on him again, only this time much slower so that you can feel all of him.
“Just try it.”
And that’s how you end up naked with two pillows stacked underneath your lower back to prop up your hips as Gojo takes his time slowly thrusting his fat cock in and out of your swollen cunt. Your calves are resting against his shoulders, your ankles by his ears as he leans over you and bends you in a way that will almost certainly leave you sore tomorrow.
But none of that matters. All that matters is the way you tremble beneath him each time he sinks his cock into you until his hips are pressed up against your ass. It feels like he’s splitting you open with every deep thrust and you muffle your whimpers into the back of your wrist.
Mindlessly, you slide your free hand down your body until it stops right underneath your navel. The angle he has you in allows him to get so deep that you’re half-expecting to feel a bulge like this is some sort of hentai.
Gojo smirks down at the sight like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. Honestly, he’s kind of disappointed that life does not in fact mirror art because there’s nothing that he would love to see more than your belly bulging with every thrust of his cock
His smirk goes unnoticed by you since your eyelids are squeezed tightly shut, fat teardrops leaking from the corners of them and mixing with the dewy sheen of sweat that covers your entire body. You drop the hand from your stomach down to the bed, where your fingers desperately clutch onto the sheets.
His cock is dragging so perfectly along your walls with each thrust in and out of your pussy, which by now is positively dripping. You’re so wet that there’s a trail of your slick leaking from your entrance down the crack of your ass onto the pillow propping you up.
Of course, all of this is only exacerbated by the filth pouring from Gojo’s mouth.
“Fuck, your pussy’s so tight, baby. You’re clenching down so hard it’s like you’re trying to milk my cock. Is that what you’re trying to do, baby? You wanna milk my cock until your sweet pussy’s full of my cum?”
His words are loud in your ears, drowning out your own whimpers and the obscenely wet sound his cock makes every time he slides in and out of your cunt.
“Come on, baby,” he grunts and the pet name alone is enough to have your walls clamping down on his cock. “Tell me. You want my cum? Want me to fill you up until you’re stuffed with it? Want me to put a baby in you?”
You furiously nod and he chuckles at how desperate you are.
“You gotta say it out loud, baby,” he tells you, sounding almost regretful, like it’s just something that can’t be helped, like it’s out of his control. “Say it out loud, baby.”
Your eyelids flutter open and you look up at him, your vision blurred with the tears that won’t stop coming because he just feels so good. You lift your hand from where it had been covering your mouth, the back of your wrist wet from where you’ve drooled on your skin, as you reach for him, your fingers desperately burying themselves in his snow-white strands.
The stretch in your legs grows deeper, burning slightly, as he lets you pull his head down so that you can catch his lips with yours in a needy and sloppy kiss. When he breaks away from the kiss, a string of saliva follows, keeping his lips connected to yours.
“C’mon, baby,” he encourages, giving you a harder thrust to urge you on and his skin slaps loudly against yours as he does so.
“Breed me, daddy,” you finally breathe and his eyes go wide.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he hears the words roll off of your lips, his head dropping back and his face scrunching up. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you.”
He gives you one last messy kiss before sitting up on his knees, alleviating some of the burn in your aching muscles. But the relief is only momentary because this new angle allows him to hit your g-spot perfectly and you can’t hold back a high-pitched whine, your eyes squeezing shut once again. His thrusts begin to pick up speed and it feels like he’s forcing the air from your lungs every time his cock spears apart your walls.
But what really has you wailing and arching your back is how he licks the pad of his thumb — an unnecessary action considering that your folds are absolutely drenched — and starts to play with your slippery clit.
“Daddy’s gonna breed your sweet, sweet pussy,” he pants and his words stoke the fire that’s already raging through you from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. “Gonna pump you with my cum until your stomach gets round with my baby and your tits get big with milk.”
“Daddy!” you absolutely scream, your vision turning white as you come. Your cunt clenches down so hard that his cock slips out of you as you squirt all over him, making his expression light up with joy at this newfound discovery.
“Oh, shit,” he laughs, only taking another moment to revel in the sight before he plunges his cock right back into your still-twitching pussy.
This time, he doesn’t hold back as he fucks you hard and fast, chasing his own end. The image of your cunt leaking his cum onto the sheets is fresh in his mind as he returns his thumb back to your clit.
You whine in protest, looking up at him with tear-filled eyes as you try to wiggle away from the overstimulation. But he won’t let you. In this position, you’re completely at his mercy and he wants to see if he can get you to squirt again.
“Fuck, gonna fill you up,” he groans, his hips and balls loudly smacking against your ass each time he bottoms out. “You’re gonna look so good, baby. Gonna look so good for daddy. Gonna get all round and beautiful and everyone’s gonna know it’s because of me.”
His running mouth combines with his perfectly placed thrusts and the stimulation to your swollen and abused clit. Before long, you’re gushing around him again, your loud moans echoing around the bedroom as your surroundings disappear, eclipsed by the pure, unadulterated pleasure that has you bowing up off the mattress and pillows underneath you.
Held captive by the endorphins rushing through your system, you completely miss the way Gojo groans and his hips stutter as he comes, emptying himself inside of you and filling you up just like he promised he would.
You slowly start to come back to the present when you feel Gojo’s softening cock slipping out of you and your eyes slowly open to see how his gaze is trained on the mess he’s left behind. Absently, you lament not having put down a towel.
Despite how your hands are tingling, you lift them up and hook them underneath the backs of your thighs and pull them towards you, opening yourself wider for his enjoyment. When he looks up at you, it’s with actual heart eyes.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he laughs before looking back down at your cunt and the trail of cum that’s now beginning to leak out of it.
He’s quick to scoop up the gobs of white that drop down onto the sheets with two fingers and shove them back inside your walls, making you sharply inhale and clench down at the stimulation. You suddenly see him perk up and you know that something just occurred to him — something that you’re probably not going to like.
“Hold on,” he says as he pats the side of your thigh with a grin. “Keep holding ’em open, okay?”
“Satoru…” you croon pathetically as he leaves you to reach over to the bedside table and grab his phone. When you see him fumbling with it, you pout. “Satoru! I don’t want a picture of this…”
Your actions contradict your whining because even as you protest, you hold your legs open wider.
“Come on, what else am I supposed to get off to when I’m away on a mission?” he asks as he points the camera of his phone directly at your pussy and begins to take a series of pictures in rapid succession. Your face warms as you hear the loud sound of the shutter, audible evidence that this moment will now live forever in the cloud.
“I don’t know,” you grumble as you continue to hold yourself open for him. “Probably the hundreds of other pictures and videos you have saved on your phone.”
He merely chuckles and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from asking him to send you some of them. You can just steal his phone and do it yourself when he’s not paying attention.
But then you hear your phone beginning to buzz incessantly on the nightstand and know that he’s already sending them to you. You scowl up at him — knowing some of the effect is probably lost considering your submissive pose — and he merely tosses you a playful wink.
He discards his phone off to the side before he leans down over you and gives your pouting lips an affectionate kiss. You release your legs and they flop down uselessly onto the bed. Gojo holds up your hips and removes the pillows beneath you before carefully lowering you down until you’re laying flat. You raise your arms high above your head and stretch, relishing the way your spine loudly pops.
You sigh contentedly as he drops down beside you, sliding his arm underneath your neck and pulling you into his side. His skin is slick and sweaty against yours and you’re overcome with the sudden urge to lick his chest but know that doing so will lead to something that you don’t have the energy for. Instead, you close your eyes and enjoy the intimacy as your heartbeat and breathing begin to calm.
But then a thought begins to creep into your mind and your eyelids flutter open to look at him. His own eyes are closed and you wonder if he’s drifting off to sleep.
“Our kinks don’t say anything about us, right?” you ask, your eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully.
“No, why would they?” he replies dismissively without even opening his eyes and you let out a small sigh of relief.
“Okay, good. Just checking,” you yawn but then you see one of Gojo’s eyes peek open and the corner of his lips start to inch upwards and whatever exhaustion you’re feeling is quickly replaced with trepidation.
“So, you can squirt?”
There’s plenty of mischief to be found in those four words and you roll your eyes and turn your back to him.
“Yes, I can squirt,” you sigh wearily and you can feel him shifting behind you.
“We’ve been together for how long and you’re just letting me find out now?” He sounds wounded and you scoff at his dramatics.
“It’s not my fault it took you this long to make it happen,” you tell him. “You know, my last boyfriend figured out how to make me do it after only a couple of months.”
He gasps like you’ve slapped him across the face and you’re almost disappointed that with your back to him, you’re unable to see the look on his face — especially when the next words leave your smirking lips.
“Guess the great Gojo Satoru isn’t great at everything.”
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Honey,
Doc ock x reader
(Part 2, smut warning)
The air was thick as you tried move away,
“What’s the matter y/n? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughed and stood up fully, your eyes widened when you saw the state he was in. The mechanical arms welded to his body. Scars and blood surrounded the areas where the metal connected with pudgy skin. He saw the way you looked at him and frowned,
“It’s still me...just less so now.” Honey started swatting at one of his appendages hissing when the arm swatted back lightly. Bewildered, you sat down on the floor. It was quiet for a long time. Finally receiving the courage to look him in the eyes you asked,
“Where’s your shirt?” He paused and chuckled before breaking out into a full on evil laugh. Fuck, did you say something to set him off? Getting to your feet you back yourself against the kitchen counter and reached an arm behind you, trying to find a knife.
His tentacles carried him over to your side of the room. One shut the curtain swiftly and the other found a comfortable spot between your body and the kitchen counter. The two free arms holding him slightly above you, his feet barley touching the ground. A human hand cupped your face and rested there. Otto sighed at the feeling of your skin against his. He hadn’t seen you in so long, it was like looking at an old painting long lost in the world of modern art. Your soft plush lips pressed lightly against his thumb. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Finally your hand grasped the handle of a knife. Swinging your arms out you panicked seeing the bright green spatula in your hands. A quizzical brow made you whimper quietly. Otto slowly pried the utensil from your hands and tossed it aside. Another silence settled between you. His eyes raked over your body. A blouse with embroidered shapes on the sleeves and collar,
“Are you happier without me, darling?” Shaking your head vigorously you found your voice,
“Of course not! I’m happier without the company. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after I left. I needed closure but I was afraid to come back.” Along with finding your voice you seemed to find courage too. Dainty hands brushed hair out of his face and rested on his bare chest. How could he leave after he’s known the pleasure and serenity you provide? Ottos never even kissed you but now couldn’t imagine a life without your touch. He needed you. The tentacle resting on the counter pushed your forward and coiled around your waist. The grip tightened when you ran a finger along his jaw. The arms turned you around and you placed your hands on the cool counter top. His lips pressed against your neck making you sigh. Calloused hands caressed your hips and thighs. Doctor Octavius pulled your skirt past your knees and let it drop to the floor. He made a low noise and you prepared yourself. But the arms simply turned you around again and he gazed longingly at you,
“It would be proper to take you out first, wouldn’t it?” You pulled your top over your head and yanked him towards you,
“Fuck being proper. I’ve been proper for the past two years with you. But not anymore, I want you Otto.” That’s all he needed to hear. Devouring your lips he let his tongue wander your mouth and his hands squeeze your breasts. Immersed in your taste he didn’t notice your hands until it groped at his crotch making him groan a bit. God, it drove you crazy. Why did you wait so long to tell him? Whatever! It’s in the past now and the present was a gift. Pulling away from the kiss you held his face and breathed heavily,
“Does anyone know you’re alive?”
“No, they believe I disintegrated, or drowned or some other crazy illusion.” He brought your hands to his lips and pressed them firmly against him,
“I don’t know what to do. But I do know what I want. Tomorrow doesn’t matter y/n, all we have is right now.” Going back in for another kiss his mechanical enhancements lift you up and carry the both of you to your small bedroom. He placed you stomach down and ass up. You could hear him mumbling to himself before you felt wet fingers rub along your folds. You moaned out and held your pillow a little tighter. He began to fuck you roughly with his hands hitting every spot you needed. Whining you bucked your hips and he chuckled,
“Any man would be lucky to see you like this. I’m certainly glad I can not only see it but feel you as well.” The pace he was going at was making you squirm. Warm feelings in your abdomen and lower torso causing moans and sighs before he pulled his fingers out abruptly. You were about to ask him why he stopped before he stuck a hand in front of your face,
“Spit.” After you did he began lubing himself with your saliva. He prodded at your entrance with his tip. He aches for your body around his. He wanted desperately to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how the tentacles would react and treat you if he “lost control”. He couldn’t go wild yet, he needed to keep his mind clear. Pushing his entirety in you gasped and let curses sink into your silk pillow. Rocking back and forth he held your hips tightly and groaned.
“Mmmm Otto, fuck!” He picked up your waist a bit to get better leverage. His hips thudded against yours. You could feel yourself throb and clench against him. He licked the parts of your lower back he could reach. You needed to finish badly. You wanted release and you wanted him to cum inside you. Or on you, you’re not picky. Reaching a shaky hand down you began to rub at your clit and whine. Pushing your head further into the bedding to quiet your noises. Otto must’ve noticed because one cold metal arm yanked your hands behind you while another held your hair up. Now that you were fully immobile the Doctors human hand reached down and began rubbing tight circle on your cunt, mimicking your earlier actions. Not being able to hide you face any longer, erotic noises filled the room. Taking Otto to the edge,
“F-fuck...do you feel good my darling? Worshipped a-as you should be?”
“Yes! Fuck yes yes please!” Starting to shake you let your mouth hang open. No longer caring if he knew just how perfect he felt inside you. Those warm feelings got stronger and louder as your vision went white and you cried out for him. The arms released you, letting you fall to the mattress. With a few more thrusts he let out a low stuttering moan and pulled away. You turned around and looked up at him. He looked at your body. Your slick thighs covered in his cum made him feel in control. It was something he needed right now, he felt as if he’d lost control of everything else in his life. You sat up and motioned him to the bathroom so you could clean each other off. He watched you intently as you prepared yourself for bed. Everything you did seemed effortless. The way you put your hair up, how you looked stunning even without your makeup on. When he realized you were staring back at him Otto turned away blushing. He was surprised when you didn’t bother to put your clothes back on but instead walked around you apartment naked. Fortunately he closed the curtains earlier. You were making tea? Otto didn’t think he could muster the strength to walk around after what just happened. He pulled on his pants before plummeting on the couch. Honey walked up and sat on his leg, less hostile and possibly even nice? You strutted in with two large mugs and sat criss cross beside him,
“Sleepy time tea.” He took the mug and sipped before pulling back. The beverage was way too hot. He set it down politely and began petting the cat. He felt something strange in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt at all in the past few months. Serenity. The calmness of sitting in a dark room with the person you love. Complete silence occasionally broken by the meows of an annoying cat. Serenity was something he could get used to, especially if it meant spending more time with you.
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Eskel is a Fanboy (Part 2, Electric Boogaloo)
This is a second part of this. Which in turn was inspired by this.
Please note, this is less funny and a little deeper than the first part, despite the title. Discussions of FEELINGS, hardcore, but also the trials. Brief mention of hypothermia.
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Geralt arrived late that year. Vesemir had been pacing the corridors, a worry line between his brows, for the last week. The snows were getting worse and worse and innocent snowflakes joined other completely harmless snowflakes until a very un-harmless amount of snow had piled on the track and the passes.
Lambert, alongside Aiden (another reason for the creases on Vesemir’s brow) lounged in the great hall, completely unconcerned.
“He’s stayed later and later every year,” Lambert said, lazily. “He keeps lingering with that bard of his. Why should this year be any different?” His eyes were half closed as Aiden played idly with his hair.
“If he doesn’t get here in the next two days he’ll be too late,” Vesemir snapped.
“I recognize I’m the outsider, here,” Aiden said. “But I don’t always winter with my troupe, and Lambert occasionally spends winters away...”
Eskel shook his head. The constant bickering was impacting his reading and he’d long ago marked his place in his book and set it aside. “Not Geralt,” he said with certainty. “He always winters at home.”
Aiden levelled a chilly, yellow gaze. “You love him.”
“He’s my brother in arms.”
“He’s special to you.”
Eskel wanted to growl and snap, but Aiden wasn’t saying it in a malicious way. There was no threat or accusation in his words. If there had been it would have been pure hypocrisy, what with the way Lambert currently lay in his lap. Eskel had spent a week pretending not to see the pairs’ furtive kisses.
“He is special to me,” Eskel said at last. “I found him, after his second trial, was given special allowance to be away from training to help him. Whatever happened, with the mutagens, he was deaf and blind for nearly two weeks. And had as much strength as a kitten.”
Vesemir’s pacing gained a sharper edge. “I wish I’d killed the mage that called for that second trial.” He said. Lambert and Eskel made eye contact, they were familiar with the self loathing in Vesemir’s voice. Lambert was angry at the world and his whole situation, but they had all forgiven Vesemir years ago. There was no choice but to mend bridges with a pack so small. Still, they rarely talked about it.
“You killed the mage that called for his third,” Eskel said, quietly.
Aiden’s head jerked up. He’d been a witcher, albeit a different school. He knew the trials, he knew the pain, but three trials... “They tried...?”
Eskel nodded his confirmation. “Geralt survived, and the mages who ran the trials wanted to see how many he could take.”
“So I split his throat on my knife,” Vesemir said. There was no satisfaction in his tone, but just an empty statement of action.
“I didn’t know it was you that killed the mage,” Lambert said. “I just knew one had been killed for the suggestion. I heard they made the witcher drink hemlock as punishment.” There was a warmer light of respect in Lambert’s eyes than usually shone there.
“They did,” Vesemir said. “It didn’t kill me.”
That was it for conversation that night, but Eskel went to bed thinking about Aiden’s words.
He’s special to you.
Geralt was special to him. There was an understanding, something gentle and kind between them. Geralt and Eskel lived their separate lives and had lovers and adventures. But for three months of the year they had each other.
Eskel had sometimes wondered if there was something wrong with him. He never gave his heart to anyone. Sex meant nothing and love didn’t happen, and he could only love Geralt for three months at a time.
Except that wasn’t true at all, because of course Eskel loved Geralt all the time. It was only a softer kind of love than he read about in poetry. He didn’t need fiery passion and desperate declarations of love. He had a steady love for Geralt, as sure as the beating of his heart. It was as good a love story as any, but now Geralt had his bard and a tiny, hidden part of Eskel whispered “If Only.”
If only he and Geralt could lounge like Aiden and Lambert, to pet each others’ hair and share small kisses in the corners. If only Eskel really had Geralt for those three months. He had no doubt that the feelings were mutual, but something in their lives had been built apart, and it would take something powerful to shape them anew.
The next evening brought a blizzard. And Geralt.
It took both Aiden and Lambert to shut the door behind Geralt with the way the wind blew in around him. It curled and flickered shards of ice through the air that melted in the heat of the hall, dampening Geralt’s old, black cloak. Which he was holding around himself like a cocoon. Vesemir took Geralts cloak for him, which revealed what he’d been holding.
Huddled against Geralt, nose red and face pale, was a young man in a blue cloak.
Geralt bundled him in front of the fire without a word, pulling away the damp cloak and hanging it to dry. Vesemir brought blankets as Geralt pried the instrument case from the man’s hands.
A lute case.
Eskel’s pulse picked up. This was obviously the bard. This was Jaskier, Oxenfurt’s most prodigious poet. He’d studied with Rumi and Alighieri and Li Bai. In just a few years he’d reformed witchers’ reputations. They’d all been treated better these past few years. More money, less tar and feathers. Eskel went to sit beside Jaskier to beg him for stories but Geralt met his gaze, smiled softly, and shook his head.
Eskel restrained himself. Jaskier was clearly staving off shock from the cold, as well as hypothermia. Instead of doing what he really wanted to do (lay himself prone at Jaskier’s feet and worship his skill with words) he put on a kettle for tea.
Aiden and Lambert make eye contact with each other, nod to Geralt, and leave. Vesemir also makes a tactful retreat. This time was just for Eskel and Geralt. And the bard shivering on a pile of cushions next to the fire.
“He had a hard time on the Killer,” Geralt said, quietly.
“It’s called the Killer for a reason.”
“He begged me to come, I told him it would be too dangerous,” Geralt whispered. “He followed me and I couldn’t make him leave, that’s why I was late.”
“Vesemir’s been worried,” Eskel said, staring at the fire. He sat on the cushions, beside the bard, without taking his eyes from the coals. Geralt sat on the other side of Jaskier, rubbing carefully over the bard’s chilly hands, pulling off the woolen mittens and gently warming each knuckle.
“I had to go slower for him,” Geralt said. Between the two of them, the bard seemed mostly asleep. His eyelashes flickered on his cheeks, struggling to stay open.
“You can sleep,” Eskel whispered. “You’ll wake up, you’re cold but not in danger.” He took the other chilly hand. “Just sleep.”
Blue eyes slipped closed and Eskel took the kettle off the fire so it didn’t whistle.
“He was so desperate to be here, he wanted to see the Keep,” Geralt said. “And I wanted him to come. To meet you.”
“I did make you promise I’d get to meet him,” Eskel said, sitting back down and resting a hand on Geralt’s shoulder. “I think I’ve read everything he’s ever written.”
“That’s not why I wanted him to meet you,” Geralt said.
Eskel’s breath caught. They were talking about it, sort of. “I know,” he said.
The bard curled up a little, like a nautilus shell. Geralt lay down on the cushions behind him and Eskel made himself comfortable. Sleep and warmth and the smell of the pine fire lulled him slowly to sleep. Just as he was drifting off, Jaskier reached out in his sleep and placed one hand, less chilly than it was, on Eskel’s arm. It stayed there until the morning.
“So True Love’s Waste wasn’t inspired by a person?” Eskel asked over breakfast, mouth full of porridge.
Jaskier shook his head, gulping down hot tea. “No, I was out on a bender with some friends and we saw this washerwoman’s cat trying to catch a soap bubble, right?”
Eskel nodded, entranced.
“It was so totally focused on catching this soap bubble, it’s eyes were all wide and determined, like all it wanted was the bubble, but when it caught the bubble...”
“It popped,” Eskel laughed. “And you wrote a poem that has been deemed the best love poem of the last hundred years about it.”
Jaskier chuckled. “Art is more trite and derivative than people think.”
Eskel reached out and touched Jaskier’s wrist, looking into those heavily-lashed eyes. “Your work could never be called trite, or derivative.”
Behind Jaskier, Eskel saw something flash in Geralt’s eyes, and he stood from the table, clearing his plate, but then Jaskier was telling a story about Rumi, his former professor, and Eskel’s attention was diverted.
The next week passed in peace, for the most part. Repairs to the keep were ongoing, but halted when the snow was heavy. Vesemir kept them training and the library, neglected by all but Eskel, kept Jaskier busy. At mealtimes and in the evenings Eskel and Jaskier chatted about art and music and life on the Path. But Geralt was subdued, something tired and sad gleaming in his golden eyes. He wouldn’t talk about it, and he fled when Eskel tried.
It hurt, that Geralt suddenly wouldn’t talk to him, but Eskel knew the white wolf better than anyone, so he cornered him in the training yard one afternoon and pinned him down.
“Talk. To. Me,” he panted, grinding Geralt’s shoulders into the flagstones.
“Nothing to say,” Geralt grunted.
“Bullshit.”
“Nothing!”
“You keep hiding! It’s not nothing!”
Geralt kicked his feet up, flipping them both over and freeing himself. He stood over Eskel who was still laying on the ground. “You can have him,” he said, beginning to walk away.
Eskel snagged his ankle, bringing his idiot wolf down to the ground without remorse. “You’re stupid.”
“I’m not, he adores you. You have so much in common, it makes sense.”
Eskel remembered the conversation of the year before. Please don’t take my bard.
“I’m not taking your lover boy from you,” he snapped.
“He’s not my lover boy.”
“He would be if you would only ask him.”
“He deserves better.”
“He wants you.”
“He wants you,” Geralt howled. “He looks at you like you got out a ladder and personally nailed the moon to the sky. Every time you talk he hangs on your words.”
“He looks at you the same way,” Eskel said, quietly. “And I...” He paused. This was so close to the thing they never talked about.
“You don’t look at me that way,” Geralt whispered.
“But I feel it all the same.”
The admission rang in the empty training yard, despite it being barely a whisper.
“I want you to have him, to be with him, because the two of you are made for eachother. It was obvious to me before you’d even met. I just wish,” Geralt stopped, his voice growing tight.
“What do you wish?”
“I just hate that it hurts so much. I love you both, I do, so so much, and all I want is you two happy, and you’ll be happy together, but I just wish it didn’t cut me out.”
Eskel rolled over and bumped his forehead to Geralt’s. There were tear tracks in the dirt there. “It doesn’t have to. That’s a silly rule and you made it up for yourself. I love you both and he loves us both, so you can have us both.”
Geralt sat up, bringing Eskel with him, then pulled him into a kiss that burned. It was a simple press of their lips together but Eskel felt like he’d been struck by lightning.
“Oh,” came a quiet voice from the nearby doorway. Jaskier was standing there, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. “I’ll just--”
“Stay,” Eskel said, chuckling. He pulled Jaskier down to sit on the flagstones with them. “I think Geralt has something he wants to tell you.”
Geralt looked nervous. He swallowed a couple times, eyes darting over Jaskier’s face. “I...” He said. “Um, what Eskel means is that... um, I”
“Oh you great big oaf,” Eskel said. “Jaskier, he loves you, he’s absolutely mad about you. He just can’t say it because he loves me too and it’s taken him the better part of a century to tell me.”
Jaskier beamed, his blush growing. “And you?” he said.
“I’m not sure I love you yet,” Eskel said. “But I think I will.”
“I think I will too,” Jaskier said, then he leaned in and brushed a soft kiss to Eskel’s lips, off center, so it brushed his scar and part of his cheek too. Then he kissed Geralt the same way.
“Aiden’s going to be so pissed that he lost the bet,” Jaskier said, as if he hadn’t just rocked both witchers’ worlds with a mere kiss. “He bet Lambert you wouldn’t figure it out until next week.”
“You knew,” Eskel said, touching the tips of his fingers to where his face was still tingling from the kiss.
“They way Geralt talks about you, well...” Jaskier said, smiling at Geralt. “And then the way you talk about him,” he smiled at Eskel. “And the way you both look at me, I knew. I just wasn’t sure you knew.” His smile shifted into something bashful and a little insecure. It was an odd look on his normally confident face. “And it seemed too much to assume you both would really want me, I’m not all,” he gestured at his shoulders and arms, obviously comparing their builds.
Eskel couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. “We don’t care about that,” he said, carding his hand through Jaskier’s hair and revelling in the way the bard leaned into his touch. “I’ve seen Geralt with a face full of pimples, and I mean full, and that was back when he was calling himself Geralt Roger Eric du Haute-Bellegarde. It isn’t about looks.” He trailed his eyes across Jaskier. “And even if it was we wouldn’t find you wanting.”
“He’s right,” Geralt said, pressing a little kiss right behind Jaskier’s ear. “We find nothing about you wanting.”
“You both are going to leave me wanting if you’re not careful,” Jaskier whined, borderline laciviously. He leaned back against Geralt and pulled Eskel closer, kissing Eskel’s cheek chastely in spite of his words. When he turned to kiss Geralt’s cheek too Eskel nuzzled closer, feeling Geralt’s arms pull him into the pair of them.
“You have to promise to write me into your poetry, after all this,” he said.
Jaskier laughed, head tilting back and eyes crinkling at the corners. “As if I haven’t already,” he whispered.
Three months later the great bard Jaskier debuted his latest poetry anthology. Silver and Steel was praised by academics across the continent, although the line about being eaten alive was highly debated. Jaskier’s sudden penchant for high collars might have answered the questions, but he wasn’t about to give away the secret.
#jaskel#geralt x jaskier x eskel#this is stupid but happy#less funny than the first bit#but more cute#the witcher#jaskier is a famous bard#eskel is his fanboy#geralt loves them both very much
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“Eyy, finally I decided to finish my little apology to our boys. Continuation of the “Friend”. This time it’s Diluc and Kaeya! (N-No I’m not lazy to make separate post for them... that’s not it...). Also my wrist is kinda weird lately so to give it a small practice but not overshoot it I wrote these~”
Words: 453
Genre: fluff, gn!reader
Diluc is a loner. He might tolerate or handle people around him. After all, it would be weird if he couldn't. Considering he is working at his tavern and there are many different patrons every day. And also probably meets with various people simply due to being the Winery owner.
But whenever he is done with his socialization he will hide from the public. Let out a tired sigh and be himself for a while. Just being Diluc, a young gentleman with a soft spot for his companion. He adores and cherishes those moments. Silently spending a few minutes just with the hawk which sometimes seeks him in the middle of the day.
At first you didn't understand why Diluc wears a thick coat and gloves. After seeing the bird land on his arm. All you could do is say 'ah' in realization.
Once Diluc is done with bonding with his hawk he will let it fly away. Observe how it flies high to the sky. Then going to you and spend time together. You got used to it by now and you don't really mind. In fact you are happy for Diluc. As when you can't be there for him, to let his mind rest from his daily life. The bird will do.
Diluc admits it's not the same as embracing you and nuzzling into your neck. But it's sufficient enough until you are done with your things and return back to the Winery.
Sometimes when the hawk seeks Diluc in the middle of the day and you are present. Not only you are able to witness the love between the owner and his pet. But you are encouraged to pet the hawk. At first you were scared it will actually hurt you. But Diluc assured you nothing bad will happen.
The hawk was avoiding you at first, balancing at Diluc's arm. It was shy to somebody else's touch. Just like its owner, huh?
At some point it lets you touch it's head. Gently pat it, to your surprise it nuzzled into your hand to give it more pats. You giggled and looked at Diluc who smiled. Why the whole time you were thinking the hawk is literally a smaller version of Diluc. Hesitant at first, shy and avoiding and then melting into your touch.
Maybe if you give it enough time it will sometimes seek you too. Better start carrying thick clothes. You wouldn't want to get hurt by its talons which is kind of unavoidable. Just think of it, talking to somebody and suddenly hearing the hawk. Extending your hand and it will land, require a bit of attention and then fly away. Surely your conversing buddy will be shocked!
>>Sauce<<
Once again I got inspired a bit. But I guess with Diluc it’s obvious what kind of pet he would have. Either his hawk or another turtle like when he was a kid (does this make Kaeya also had the turtle as his pet? or was the turtle before Kaeya was adopted? hmm) 👀 ngl I also had turtles when I was kid. They are so cute 💗
Words: 483
Genre: fluff, gn!reader
Unlike the other two (Diluc and Xiao) he doesn't really “own” a pet. Nor something seeks his presence. He says he is too busy with his work for the Knights and adoring you. But as you know him, he is probably hiding something.
However when you find out about his occasional feeding sessions of wild foxes at borders with Dragonspine. He has hardly any words for explanation. He is embarrassed as he promised to himself to not really lie to his partner. Unless it's some harmless prank or secret party. He loves you too much for it.
Sure, he keeps many things for himself. To keep you safe. But he also shares a lot of minor secrets with you. Like how else would you know about secret meeting spots for Treasure Hoarders. Being able to break their illegal plans or know some gossip about certain local merchant who is avoiding taxes. All thanks to your Kaeya.
But now you have caught him in the middle of feeding. The foxes ran away even before you appeared from behind the bushes. He knew about your presence but he had no words to explain. This was the reason why he sometimes came home late. Always giving you an apologetic look. You thought he might be cheating on you. Well cheating with bunch of wild foxes.
You are not sure if it was a mistake or not following him here. As you were extremely curious why would he want to meet up with somebody outside of the city. Well in the end you find out your man is just a big liar and softie. You're gonna act as if you are upset, pressuring him to the corner and feel sorry. He could have told you he was feeding secretly wild animals and you would be fine. Instead of making you worried over nothing.
At that moment Kaeya realizes his innocent lie actually wasn't so innocent. Next time he will have to think twice before saying or doing anything. But truth to be told he felt a little embarrassed for admitting his fox feeding. He knows he can't have one as a pet, otherwise he would take one home. Spoil it with love just like he does with you.
You can be sure he will try his best to make up for his mistake. Buying you your favorite snack or something else you'd like. Maybe later on if you insist he will share his secret how he became friends with the foxes. Feeding them together, observe from a healthy distance how the berries and meat are slowly disappearing into their tiny tummies.
Admit it. You like foxes especially now when you can feed them with your beloved. But he better doesn't cause some misunderstanding like this ever again. Would be silly to get into a fight just because he can't admit his soft spot for wild animals.
>>Sauce<<
I swear finding a pic of Kaeya with some animal was an art itself. From the beginning I was thinking of either a wild wolf (sounds more like Razor being adopted by him but whatever) or a wild fox. I’m so happy somebody actually drew it! I love it~ but I also found so many pics which I’m not sure if search was trolling me. “Kaeya with pet” google search: did you mean Kaeya with cat ears? or Diluc? or both of them?! Now I’m craving for some cat boy Kae or Lulu but idk what to do with it, so yeah.
Again, if anyone happens to know (or you are) the artist, tell them “I love you and your work”. If you are not ok with me having your art here, hit me up I will remove them 😔
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#gn!reader#genshin diluc x reader#genshin kaeya x reader#diluc's hawk is cute#tho he calls it nightingale#didn't know teyvat tiny birds are big birds now#kaeya is a secret softie#his fur around the neck is either abyss mage's or fox...#also i love both of the artists ♥#fiery flash
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Taking the Lead
For @jilychallenge August 2021
Theme: Summer
Prompt: "I saw you staring and so decided to try to put on my suncream ~sensually~ but omg the lid just popped off and the whole bottle came out stOP grinning oMG"
@thejilyship v @sirenicc
I did not think I was going to get this done!
Also it's fem!jily. No one should be surprised at this point.
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A leadership camp was the absolute last place that Jamie wanted to spend any part of her summer. She and Sirius had made plans to go white water rafting, concert hoping, castle hiking, dive bar hunting and he’d even promised to attend a total of four sperate ballets with her. She did not have time to spend a week in the middle of the Scottish hills singing camp songs with a bunch of people that she didn’t know.
She didn’t need a leadership camp. She was, as almost every single one of her teachers and professors had said, a natural born leader. Some of her teachers had said this with admiration coloring their tone, and others had said it in a ‘your daughter really needs to stop getting the entire class to break into song in the middle of third period’ kind of way, but either way, they had all been in agreement.
She took the bus to camp so she would be less inclined to run off in the middle of it, and she went to the main building to sign in, which she was informed would be hence forth called ‘command center.’ She refrained from rolling her eyes.
She accepted her key and went off to find her dorm with her yellow duffle bag resting on her hip. Since they were all adults, they weren’t making them sleep in groups of twenty or so, and were instead grouped into fours. Jamie’s cabin was number five, which was her lucky number, and so far the only good omen she had gotten from this place.
She knocked before she pushed the cabin door open. Two of her three bunkmates were already there, setting up their beds. A redhead with striking green eyes and a petite brunette with springy hair and a gorgeous smattering of freckles. Jamie smiled at the two of them and they smiled back.
“Hey! My name is Lily,” The redhead held out her hand, bold and assertive. Jamie didn’t think she was in much need of a leadership camp either. “This here is my best friend, Mary.”
“Lily and Mary, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m Jamie.” She pulled her duffle off her shoulder and claimed the open bottom bunk. “Are you best mates in the camp sense, or have you met before today?”
Mary laughed, “Best friends since we were eleven. I dragged Lily along to this camp because I’m incapable of leaving home without her.”
“And it sounded like fun!” Lily added, looking back at her curly haired friend. “Did you know that this camp has a ropes course?” She asked, turning back to Jamie.
“A rope course? And that sounds like fun to you?”
“Of course, it does!”
“Wait until we’re actually on the ropes course,” Mary chuckled, “Lily is afraid of heights.” She tilted her head toward Jamie and raised her brows.
“I’m not afraid of heights,” Lily argued. “I simply… do not… like them.”
“Right.” Mary laughed.
Rooming with best friends might not be the best case scenario, as they already had someone to pair off with for all the group activities they were bound to do over the next week. They had a fourth roommate yet, so Jamie would reserve her pessimistic judgment until then. In the meantime, Lily and Mary seemed like nice people who she could eat meals with if nothing else.
“There’s also a lake,” Lily apparently still found the need to explain why she thought this camp would be fun. “And the weather is supposed to be brilliant this week. Sunny and warm!”
“I’m here for the seminars and workshops, not for the lake.” Mary said.
“You can be here for both.” Lily shrugged. “And, as much as I love you, I’m here for the arts and crafts, camp food and fun activities.”
“Arts and crafts is an activity. And this is a camp for adults, do you really think-“
Lily cut Mary off with a scoff. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. “If you think I didn’t check before I agreed to come, then you have another thing coming, MacDonald.” She turned her phone out so it was facing Mary, and Jamie a bit. Jamie was able to see colorful pictures of string bracelets, painted pottery, and she couldn’t tell what else.
“Well then,” Mary shook her head. “I hope you get to live out your summer camp dreams.”
“Thank you.” Lily nodded, looking rather smug. It was a look that worked for Lily. Her cheeks took on a dusting of pink, her green eyes grew brighter, and she sat up taller. Jamie turned to her duffle to avoid being caught ogling.
There was a knock on the door and the three girls turned in unison.
“Hello, I’m Emma Vanity. I guess I’m your fourth.” She gave a sharp wave and then looked at the three taken beds before her eyes fell onto the unclaimed top bunk above Jamie.
“I’m Mary and this is Lily,” Mary pointed at Lily, who offered a bright smile.
“And I’m Jamie Potter.”
“Potter?” Emma’s brow shot up. “As in Potions by Potter? Are your parents Fleamont and Euphemia Potter?”
“It’s a fairly common last name,” Jamie shrugged. She wouldn’t have added her last name if she had thought someone would recognize it.
“Right,” Emma laughed and dropped her bag to the ground. “Well, either way, I’m sure that you are a greatperson to share a bunk with.” She knew who Jamie was, that was clear.
“Mary’s mother was a circus performer if that interests anyone.” Lily had pulled out a bag of jelly candies and tore one in half with her front teeth. Jamie smiled at her appreciatively.
“Does she still perform?”
“No, she retired when I started school.” Mary said. “But she does teach trapeze classes down at the local leisure center.”
“They’re great fun.” Lily nodded. “Should we go and find ourselves some lunch?”
“I hope you know that they aren’t going to serve bad camp food.” Mary pushed herself off Lily’s bed. “Are you two coming with us?”
Emma looked at Jamie, and since Jamie had no desire to be alone with Emma just then, she smiled at Lily and nodded. “Sure. I’m always ready to eat.”
“I’ll come too,” Emma nodded. “I’ve already memorized the layout of the camp, so you can all follow me.” And then she was walking back toward the door.
Lily, who had just proven herself to be very familiar with the camp, was looking at Emma’s retreating figure with raised brows, but she didn’t say anything and just hopped off her bed.
“Off we go then,” Mary bit her bottom lip and followed Lily. Jamie closed the door behind them.
The sun was out, and it was warm, which Jamie hadn’t fully appreciated before Lily had told her that they could expect this weather to last all week. And she hadn’t known there was a lake. That hadn’t been on her list of fun summer activities she wanted to do with Sirius, but she hadn’t been a beach in a while, and while she was sure the beach on this random camp lake wasn’t brilliant, it would be nice.
Especially if Lily was also there to talk it up.
oOo
Jamie gravitated toward Lily over the next couple of days. At first she thought it was because the other girl’s positive attitude was contagious, and while it was, that wasn’t the sole reason.
Jamie had developed a little bit of a crush.
Except not really, because Jamie had never once developed a ‘little’ crush in her life. It took exactly one day for her to realize that she was already deciding how the two of them would find time for each other after they left camp. Two days in and she had decided that their first pet would be a short haired cat named Mr. Tums, preferable all black.
Three days in and she was almost certain that she was in love.
Not in love in love, she understood that was ridiculous.
No, on day three, she was simply falling in love.
It would be a few more days until she was actually in love.
Lily had her shoulder length hair in twin braids today. Whisps of baby hairs framing her face and she kept reaching up to brush them away from her eyes, which only drew more attention to her eyes and her hair and all the other parts of her face that Jamie couldn’t stop staring at.
And at the moment, she was wearing a bloody bikini as she sat on the towel next to Jamie’s on the small beach the camp had to offer. A bikini.
Jamie was doing everything she could to ignore the bikini, but it was there, and showing off every soft curve and gentle swoop of Lily Evans’ body. Jamie was in a t-shirt and boardshorts, because she couldn’t possibly exist in the space next to Lily Evans wearing anything less than this and keep the ability to speak.
Not that her ability to speak was getting her far. Lily was doing most of the talking.
“What do you think?” Lily reached out and nudged Jamie on the shoulder, her bubblegum pink nails scraping lightly on the sleeve of Jamie’s t-shirt.
The quirk in Lily’s brow let Jamie know that she had missed something. Keeping her clothes on may have left her with the ability to speak, but Lily wearing that bikini had hindered her ability to listen. She’d been so focused on not staring at Lily that she hadn’t remembered to pay attention to what she was saying.
“What do I think about what again?” Jamie asked, not bothering to pretend that she had heard Lily. The knowing smile on Lily’s face should have made Jamie a bit self-conscious, but she liked how smug Lily looked knowing the effect she had on Jamie. She also wanted Lily to know that she liked her, especially since Lily had not acted as though knowing made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.
“I was asking for your opinion one what we should do this evening. I want to watch the sunset over the lake, but I don’t think I can stay down here until then. I’ll fry. So should we go to the craft cabin and make some more bracelets,” She held up her rope bracelet covered wrist and shook it, “Or should we have an early dinner?”
“Don’t we have a class to go to before dinner?” Jamie asked, looking out at the water after briefly glancing in Lily’s direction.
“I didn’t sign up for anything. Did you?”
“Probably not.” Jamie shrugged. “Mary isn’t upset with you for ditching her?”
Lily snorted. “I’m hardly ditching her. Besides, she knew I wasn’t going to be signing up for anything that wasn’t required. I came for the crafts and the beach. And to share a bunk with her.” She was smiling at Jamie, she could feel it aimed at the side of her head.
“Alright, well then, I think we should stay down here for a while longer and then go and get some dinner. I didn’t really enjoy the bracelet making.”
“You’re just upset that I’m better at it than you.”
“No.” Jamie shook her head. “I can honestly say that I’m not upset because you’re better than me. I’m upset because I can not figure out how to do it at all. All five attempts turned into a tangled knot of colorful string and heartbreak.”
“You picked out great colors,” Lily had her lips pressed together when Jamie mustered up the fortitude needed to face her. She used all the strength she had to keep her gaze on Lily’s face and then let out a huff and laid back on her towel.
“Thanks a million.”
“Of course.” She reached out and patted the back of Jamie’s hand, her bubblegum pink nails drawing Jamie’s eye. “If we’re going to stay for a while more, I should put on more sunscreen.”
Jamie reached for the bag on her right and handed it to Lily and then shut her eyes. She couldn’t watch Lily put on sunscreen. She knew that she wouldn’t handle that well. Especially not when Lily seemed to be in a mind to tease the shit out of Jamie. Which Jamie knew she deserved after the entirely unsubtle way she had told Lily and Mary about her ex-girlfriend. She had blushed immediately after saying it and then muttered about needing a restroom.
Lily hadn’t brought up any exes at all, but she had followed Jamie on Instagram the first night, and it didn’t take a whole lot of work to figure out that Lily also represented a letter or two from the alphabet.
Jamie bit down on the tip of her tongue and wondered how long she would need to keep her eyes closed before it would be safe to open them.
She heard the cap of the sunscreen pop open and started counting, figuring three minutes to be ample time. She took the time to take a few deep breaths, have a few imaginary conversations with Sirius where he called her a dumbass, whacked her over the head and told her to make her move, and then tried to clear her head of any and all nonsense.
“Where do you head back to after this week?” Lily asked, and Jamie almost opened her eyes.
“Winchester. My brother and I are staying with our parents for the summer, and we have a lot of plans. This camp actually threw a bit of a wrench in our plans, but da wanted me to come here.”
“He didn’t want your brother to come?”
Jamie snorted. “Can you imagine? I mean, da did ask him if he wanted to, but Sirius is very… anti-group activities.”
“What plans were ruined?” Jamie turned her head and opened her eyes, figuring the sun screening was done with now.
It was not.
Lily was rubbing it into her shoulders, her hands moving slowly and her nails contrasting sharply with the pale tone of her skin.
Jamie’s mouth went dry and she tried to swallow.
Lily’s brow went up and Jamie cleared her throat. “Ballet.”
“What?”
“The ballet. I got Sirius to agree to go to a few different shows with me, which he never does, and I’m missing one of them to be here.”
The tip of Lily’s pink tongue peeked out from between her lips and Jamie bit down on her own tongue. What was it about this girl that had Jamie acting like a randy, seventeen-year-old, boy?
“The ballet? I didn’t picture you-“
“I’m actually a ballerina.”
Lily blinked her big green eyes and brought her shoulder up to her chin.
“I mean, I saw the pictures of you with your dance bag, but I guess I just…” Jamie hadn’t posted any recent pics of her in anything dance related, and so she smirked at the knowledge that Lily had been snooping.
“You didn’t picture me as a ballerina? What kind of dancer did you think I was?”
“Honestly? I thought you were a theater dancer.”
Jamie chuckled. “I mean, I have dabbled in the theater.”
“Dabbled? I think it’s you use of words like ‘dabbled’ that made me think theater actually.”
“Dabbled is a normal word.”
“Sure, and it made me think ‘theater kid.’” Lily turned back to the bottle of sunscreen and picked it up, squeezing some onto her hand before she angled one of her legs and started rubbing her hands together. The point of her toe, the angle of her head, it was all deliberate. Jamie knew that it was all deliberate, but she didn’t care. She watched on bated breath as Lily started working the sunscreen into her leg. She started at her upper thigh and worked her way down to the ankle, slowly, making sure to cover every inch of skin.
“How long have you been a ballerina?”
Jamie had to unclench her jaw to answer. “Since I was about five.”
“And when did you dabble in the theater?” Lily’s voice was even and normal, like she wasn’t currently putting on a show for Jamie. She should have kept her eyes shut. She should close her eyes right now, but she knew that she wasn’t going to.
“Um… I think the first musical I was in, I was eight? Mum was helping out with…” She trailed off as Lily angled her other leg and started on that thigh. “Mum was helping with costumes. It was just a small local production.”
“Of what?”
“Fiddler on the Roof.” Jamie hoped that she was answering Lily’s questions, but she really wasn’t paying attention to what either of them were saying. For the first time since she’d seen Lily in this stupid bikini, she was allowing herself to look at her. She was drinking it in.
Jamie was pretty sure that Lily said something else, and half of her brain heard it, though it took a while to get it all pieced together. “I’ve seen Fiddler on the Roof. Mary was a theater kid, so I’ve actually seen a lot of musicals.”
“Good.” Jamie nodded, even though she knew that wasn’t really a top notch response.
Lily picked up the bottle of sunscreen and popped the cap open again, and Jamie could feel the pop in the back of her teeth. She watched Lily tighten her hand around the bottle, squeezing more onto her open palm.
“I might need your help with my back-“
About two seconds before Jamie would have had a heart attack and passed away right there on the small camp beach in the middle of nowhere, the top of the bottle came off and, with Lily still squeezing the bottle, the sunscreen went everywhere. It splattered all over Lily’s lap, chest and towel. It got on Jamie too, a large glob landing on the lens of her glasses.
They both froze for a minute before Jamie looked up at Lily from her one clear lens. Lily’s cheeks were bright red and she was looking at the still dripping bottle as though it had purposefully ruined her plans to send Jamie to an early grave.
The building tension crumbled like a saltine cracker.
“That’s what you get,” Jamie said, reaching over and wiping a large glob off of Lily’s nose. Then she started laughing as Lily turned to look at her. Her cheeks stayed red, but she cracked a grin. “That was totally deserved!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lily shook her head and dropped the offending bottle. She started smearing and wiping at all the excess sunscreen, wiping her hands on her towel to get it off. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
Jamie started laughing harder. “You’re a liar.”
Lily bit down on her bottom lip, still shaking her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You most certainly do know what I mean, and now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”
“The cap broke! I don’t know why you’re telling me I deserve it.”
Jamie reached over and swiped at another glob at Lily’s shoulder. “Sure, Evans.” She whipped her hand so it landed somewhere in the grass and then got another glob from Lily’s hair. “So that’s just how you normally put on sunscreen?”
“Of course it is.”
“I can’t wait to see how your normally put on your pajamas tonight.”
Lily’s face went a shade or two darker and Jamie laughed again.
“You know what, if I was putting it on… a certain sort of way, it was only because you were looking at me-“
“I hadn’t been looking at you!” Jamie took her glasses off and carefully went about cleaning them. “I had very deliberately not been looking at you. You waited until I was looking at you.”
Lily was quiet until Jamie looked over at her, having to squint in order to see the look on her face. She put her glasses back on to confirm that she was looking smug. She was. “Okay, but then you couldn’t take your eyes off me.”
“Have you ever heard the phrase, in for a penny, in for a pound?”
Lily narrowed her brow in confusion. “I have.”
“I’ve only ever had fancied three people in my life, including yourself,” Lily sat up straighter and Jamie felt her cheeks heat but shook her head. Lily had already known that Jamie fancied her. “Yes, go and head a preen over it.”
“I am flattered,” Lily, still covered in globs of sunscreen, waved her hair back over her shoulder with one of her hands. Then she looked at Jamie expectantly.
Jamie sucked in a sharp breath through her nose and released it all at once. “Where do you live, Evans? And how far is it from Winchester?”
“And why do you ask?”
“Because I’ve a feeling that we’ll have some unfinished business come Friday.”
And then Lily laughed, and Jamie felt it all the way to the tips of her toes.
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