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Misadventures - Part 13

so c'mon and swing it back and forth just like • my heart is on a pendulum tonight • if your lungs are mine I only wanna watch your clouds • linger in the darkness

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Misadvetures taglist: @cillmequick @emotionalcadaver @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms

Summary: Quinn makes a hard decision after meeting another member of the Shelby family.

Word Count: 7,360

Warnings: sex, alcohol, swearing, discussions of past traumas.

A/N: I had a hard time letting this one go at less than 10k words, but, there wasn’t anything else I could think to say! I have a small taglist for just this started because I don’t think I’m fully shadowbanned but I don’t think posts are showing up right either. I am not wrangling my big taglist anymore. If you want to be tagged, just let me know! (I just guessed and added the people who I know have been reading, if you want taken off let me know too!)

Things had been weird since Tommy had spent his time taking care of her.

Not bad, not in any way, Quinn just wasn’t used to feeling like she was living in the strange area of the unknown.

If they didn’t see each other, they usually did at least spend the day messaging back and forth, and Quinn realized with how busy both of their schedules were that that was something she was going to have to accept.

Occasionally he would call her as he finished up some work and she finished cleaning around the shop, catching up on their days.

Not that she was complaining, however. At least they were on the same continent. Ada’s words during their meeting gave her some perspective of how it could be worse.

That morning, she had been surprised when she got to the studio, Hannah had already beat her there by a good hour, that there were flowers sitting at the front desk.

“What’s this?” Quinn stared at them as she shook around the iced coffee she had stopped off for, the almond milk not quite blending right, as she stared at the arrangement, pink camellias, sunflowers, red carnations, and purple peonies.

“Ain’t for me,” Hannah called, “and I don’t think anyone is sending Dante flowers, so, must be you.”

Quinn plucked the card out to see her name written on it carefully. The script was looping and scrawling and it made her realize she had never actually seen Tommy’s handwriting.

“Those are kinda an ugly combo though, Chuck.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, opening the card, to see the only word written inside was a question.

Lunch?

She laughed, looking back to the flowers, and at Hannah’s quizzical look as she turned the computer behind the desk on.

“No, they’re not. Flowers all mean something.”

“Okay, well, I think they mean homeboy is terrible at picking flowers.” She bit back, sitting down in front of the computer.

They were still somewhat on the outs, and it seemed to be getting worse any time Quinn stayed away for the night.

But, Quinn wasn’t going to lie, she enjoyed being there. Despite the fact that she was no closer to getting the clarity she now saught after surrounding what exactly they were doing, she enjoyed Tommy’s company.

And the sex was fucking phenomenal so she tried not to put too much thought into it.

After her first appointment was over, a smaller floral chest piece on a woman that had traveled all the way from Wisconsin to come see her, she had made her way to Tommy’s office building.

It wasn’t quite what she would have pictured. Some old brick building, the inside made modern while still appreciating the exposed brick that housed it.

She perched on the corner of the desk, waiting patiently, as he was in the middle of the phone call, and Quinn was thankful for all of the glass windows in the office being frosted as his hands began to roam her legs as he continued talking.

“Okay, put me on hold then,” one hand was already to her thigh as he pushed a few buttons and returned the phone to its cradle, the Muzak track now coming through the speaker, “Department of Taxation and Finance is trying to tell me the registration is expired.”

Quinn hummed as he stood, his lips trailing her neck, both hands moving up her skirt in an effort to pull her panties down as quickly as possible, which she assisted in happily, her shoes falling off her feet to join the black underwear on the floor. She was already panting and he hadn’t even unzipped his fly yet.

“Yeah?” The question was breathy, and she wasn’t even sure what she was asking, fingers in the longest part of his hair, forcing his lips to meet hers as she slid off the edge of the desk, two fingers plunging into her wet heat as her hips bucked against his hand, “If this is supposed to be a quickie, you’re not being very quick.”

His lips parted, pupils dilating with desire as he took In her position, leaned back on papers and things that didn’t even matter right now as the track playing over the speaker switched.

The loss of the pressure inside of her caused her to exhale with a huff as she reached for his belt, balancing precariously on the desk, as she fiddled with the fly and shoved the slacks and underwear to the floor, with a satisfying clink.

He pulled the straps of the tank top from her shoulders, elated as the fabric pooled at her waist that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as she freed his cock from its constraints, stroking with a firm grasp on hot flesh as her name passed between his lips with a hiss.

Quinn pressed her feet into the back of his legs, guiding him inside her before resuming her previous position on the desk, his hands now firmly grasping her waist as he began slamming in to her, a squeak escaping through gritted teeth as she found herself rather turned on at needing to remain quiet in the instance that someone came on the line before they were done.

“Fuck, Quinn,” he whispered, lips brushing her ear as he continued to enter her, falling victim to the pleasure of hot velvet that tightened around him, “you’re so fucking tight. So fucking wet, love.”

She trembled as she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, lips meeting his as she tightened around him, biting at his lower lip, knowing they were playing with fire as she felt him swell inside her, “sit down, in the chair, Tommy,” she breathed, as the line started to ring through.

Any other time she wouldn’t have minded, but she was not walking around the rest of the day with the remnants of their adventure coating the inside of her thighs when she still had to go back to work.

He snatched the phone from the receiver as her warm mouth enveloped his cock, the head toying with the sensitive part of her throat.

A moan rippled through her throat as she continued to finish herself, oblivious to the words he was managing to choke out in a rather composed demeanor.

Tommy was thankful when he was put on hold once again, a rare association with the action, and a low groan passed through his lips as he shot hot ropes down the back of her throat.

He couldn’t have taken the stupid grin off of his face if he tried, he could have taken her picture the way she looked, partly undressed, kneeling between his legs.

Quinn started to recompose herself as someone came back on the line, and with Tommy talking, she could only silently protest as he reached over the arm of the office chair and stole the skimpy underwear, tucking them in the breast pocket of his jacket. Her eyes grew wide at the action, slipping back into her shoes and raising a brow as she settled herself in a chair opposite him on the other side of the desk.

“I need an answer by the end of the day with what the issue is. Nothing is expired and this is holding up an insurmountable amount of freight.”

He clicked the phone back into the receiver, rubbing a hand along his face before standing to pull the pants back up to where they belonged.

“So, lunch? That may have been the longest way around the block to ask me.” Quinn laughed.

“Phone was tied up earlier, went out to smoke, was the next thing that came to mind. The florist is a block over.”

“A text would have sufficed.” She smiled, standing from the chair to follow him from the office as he shrugged his suit jacket back on.

“No fun in that.” He rebutted, locking the door behind them, his hand falling into the small of her back as they walked.

The people they passed in the halls, the few that they were, seemed to just move out of the way without a thought. A few of them seemed to acknowledge Tommy in silence, a nod or a smile, but that was all.

The elevator doors opened, revealing a pair of women talking near the reception desk Quinn had passed on her way in. She wouldn’t have paid them any mind if Tommy hadn’t spoken as soon as they departed.

“Fucking hell.”

“What?” Quinn peeked up at him, seeing the frustration clouding his features.

“That’s me aunt.”

“Is she not supposed to be here?”

“At the moment, no, she wasn’t supposed to be.”

Quinn felt uneasy as they approached the woman regardless, a situation that, just like with meeting Ada, she didn’t feel that she had time to properly mentally prepare for.

She was smartly dressed and looked like someone who didn’t take shit from anyone, and while Quinn usually found those qualities endearing and interesting, there was something about Tommy’s hesitancy and her unfamiliarity with the woman that she didn’t like being on the other side of that much boldness.

“Pol,” Tommy spoke, pulling the woman away from her conversation, to join them a few steps away.

Tommy looked between the two of them before speaking, and Quinn already felt an uneasy sensation spread through her from the woman’s presence joining them.

“Quinn, this is my Aunt Polly. She’s the one who raised us. She’s the Treasurer of the company and at the moment she’s here on some important business.”

The woman stared her down, her look lingering on the not yet quite healed scar on her face, and Quinn couldn’t help but feel, considering, that she was rather underdressed for the entire interaction.

“Polly, this is Quinn.”

Quinn offered her hand, but the older woman only looked on, her steely stare and cold personality biting through, covering any warmth that may lay beneath.

She didn’t quite like the way that she simply only was “Quinn” in Tommy’s introduction, but really, what were they?

Nothing. Maybe being introduced as friends would be worse, somehow.

“Hmm,” Polly huffed, crossing her arms, brow raised in a way that should have defied the laws of science, “of course.”

Quinn swallowed, drawing her hand back as the silence hung between the three of them for what felt like hours until Tommy cleared his throat, a loud swallow following.

“You’re early, Pol.”

“The meeting with the investors got moved up. They’re waiting in the boardroom now, Thomas. Give the poor girl her underthings back and meet me there.”

Polly stalked off, grabbing a folder from the counter and brushing off the woman that she had been talking to as if she weren’t there at all.

“How—“

Tommy shook his head, “I’m sorry.”

Quinn shrugged, not quite sure what to say. The entire interaction left her pretty much speechless, skin crawling in a way that, after the look she had received, made her feel like she needed a shower to scrub herself, to make she was no longer as dirty as she had been perceived to be.

The way that Polly had looked at her as if she wasn’t good enough made Quinn feel like she somehow knew far more than was being let on.

She forced a smile as Tommy ran a thumb along her cheek, warm palm pressed against her skin.

“Rain check on lunch?” She asked, trying not to sound overly disappointed.

She had been so surprised, thinking, hoping, that maybe he was trying to move things forward.

Maybe there was some good news to be shared.

Maybe things went through and he’d be telling her that the divorce was final.

Tommy nodded, “Yeah, rain check. I’m sorry.”

He leaned to press a quick kiss to her forehead before walking off in the same direction his aunt had just gone.

The entire interaction had left her deflated with a knife twisting in her gut.

Quinn had trudged through the rest of her appointments for the week, answering Tommy’s messages but not quite carrying the conversation to its fullest extent.

She felt like she was bordering on becoming actually ill over the whole thing. Her interactions, no matter how small, with Tommy’s family members, the ones she had met so far anyway, had been wishy-washy at best.

Ada had been kind and relatable, but, the look his aunt had gave her had made her feel like an absolutely disgusting human being.

Quinn had wallowed in her own self pity for around two hours that morning, weighing her options.

She could let things continue on the way they had been, with no foreseeable end in sight of whether or not this divorce would pan out any time soon, or, she could cut her losses and cut it off.

Just the thought of making such a firm decision made her stomach turn and her heart race.

In all reality, if it weren’t for the unknowingness about the situation as a whole, the words she couldn’t even really speak, Hannah’s seed of doubt growing by the day about if Tommy was actually divorcing his wife or not, she would probably let things carry on as they had been.

Sure, whatever they were doing was fairly casual. But, Quinn didn’t mind, at least she had thought she didn’t. Tommy was nice and kind to her and there wasn’t anything about the situation that scared her.

She finally forced herself up. All of it had been bothering her enough to schedule an appointment, one that she had dreaded calling and making.

She had always thought that her ending of her therapy after she had worked through everything she left behind would be enough. What would warrant going back?

But here she was, stomach in knots as she tried to find a way to fill her morning before going back, doing something that made her feel like she was starting all over.

As she walked along the sidewalk, cool breeze smashing into her face and blowing her hair all around, she knew the quick trip she had decided to take down to the bodega was going to be a mistake.

She didn’t want it. She didn’t need it. But there was a comfort in her at the thought of something familiar.

“Can I get a bottle of Bombay and whatever your cheapest champagne is?”

The cashier nodded, not bothering to card her.

Had she been here before? She had went to one further from the apartment in hopes of not seeing anyone.

Quinn felt stupid. Stupid that she felt that she had to go do this. Stupid for giving in.

She tapped her nails on the debit card nervously, relinquishing it as she took hold of the brown paper bag, and scribbled her name incoherently on the line before setting back off for home.

It felt like she was running, cradling the brown bag tightly to her chest as if to keep it a secret. Holding on to the worry that someone was going to see her and call her out on even dreaming of fucking up the two years of sobriety that she had so dilligently fought for up to that point.

She took one of the hurricane glasses from the cabinet, filling it with ice, before opening the lid of the Gin with a satisfying crack.

Quinn didn’t measure a thing. She had made enough of them and drank enough of them that she could guess fairly well how much needed to go in the glass.

She sat at the kitchen table, staring at the made drink.

Just a singular sip wouldn't kill me. Right?

One, just one.

Quinn stared the drink down, holding the glass in her hand before taking a sniff. The smell of the pine of the Gin and carbonation of the Champagne invading her nose made her want to vomit.

She tucked the bottles under her arm, shuffling to the bathroom, and threw the lid of the toilet open, dumping the entire contents of the glass before upturning both of the bottles in a similar fashion.

The prickle of sweat on the back of her neck as the tears crested over her eyelashes made her realize that she had been making the right decision all along, but, there felt like something along the way may have been costing her her sanity because of it.

All that self awareness, and it wasn’t even 1PM.

“How are you today, Quinn?”

“I’ve been better. Just kind of a shitty day.”

Monique nodded, waiting for her to continue. Even though Quinn hadn’t seen her in awhile, she remembered that Monique had figured out her rambling was the best way to dump all the information out.

Quinn sighed, curling up on the cushion, knees pulled up to her chest.

“I…god it feels so stupid. I went and bought alcohol today. For the first time in two years. I dunno. I’ve just been feeling stressed out, and so I walked a couple blocks, and I bought a bottle of champagne and a bottle of gin and I made a drink.”

Monique nodded, “Did it help?”

Quinn shook her head. “I didn’t actually drink it. I just, something, I just wanted to smell it. To have the option, but then once I got that far I didn’t want it. I went and dumped it all down the toilet.”

“Was there something that made you feel like you needed to do that?”

“I just, I’ve been seeing someone and I don’t really know what we’re doing.” Quinn mumbled, realizing now as she sat in the comfort of that same space, that there was something that sounded so silly about the words as she spoke them in comparison to the other problems she had came there for.

“Have you asked?”

“No. I don’t want to push. I feel like it’s a delicate situation. He’s separated from his wife and has kids and, I don’t know.”

Quinn sighed, rubbing at her eyes. Trying to pinpoint how excatly to get all of the right words out.

There were so many things that she knew were wrong about the situation, but she tried to think of the good things.

She enjoyed their conversations. The simplicity of spending time together at times and not talking at all. The feeling that, regardless of what had happened or what she felt other people judged her for, that Tommy still appreciated her and accepted her regardless.

She enjoyed waking up with him in the morning when the world was still black and white. The contact of skin, her face pressed into the spot between his shoulder blades where her cheek rested just right or his chest, the smell of tobacco and cologne, and something that was just Tommy and altogether different and—

“I think I’m just scared that if I say anything and try to make it, us, whatever it is, become something that it’ll all just crumble in my hands. I was fine for so long without anyone and now that I have someone and some semblance of something that’s close to a relationship I don’t want to push him away.”

She sighed, letting her head fall back on the cushion.

“Quinn, you need to let yourself actually feel the feelings instead of intellectualizing them. It’s okay to feel scared about change, to worry about loss.”

She sighed, the twinge in her chest at the thought about not having Tommy around being too strong for how long she had really known him for.

“I know. I just, keep getting consumed with this feeling that…” she huffed, “I think part of my hang up is that he’s the first person in years that I’ve had sex with sober. I’ve never,” her nose scrunched, “this might be way too much, but, I’ve never had sex that’d I would describe as ‘making love’,” she pretended to gag. She hated the way the words sounded coming out of her mouth, “but I actually feel like he’s doing it for me, not him. Part of me thinks I should be content with just whatever it is for now, but, the part of my brain that’s winning is telling me that I don’t want to keep just having what feels like an actual relationship without some kind of label.”

Monique nodded, and Quinn was relieved to have someone that was fully listening to her without judging her for the situation she had found herself in.

“But I can’t let myself let it become a relationship while he’s still married.”

She squirmed in the comfortable chair, thankful for the cup of tea that she had been offered.

“Do you find it difficult to express that because you feel it’s already happened and, since you have defined expectations for a relationship, that you’ll push him so far away he won’t come back after the divorce goes through?”

Quinn blinked and shook her head slowly, “I’m not sure I follow.”

“I’ve gathered that you feel comfortable enough with him to overcome a strong fear you’ve had for awhile, a fear of letting someone in too close.”

Quinn nodded.

“If it’s someone that cares about you enough to ensure your needs are being met before their own, won’t he be receptive to the idea that you want a relationship after his divorce is finalized and that maybe you should take a break until then?”

Quinn paused, taking a deep breath. She hadn’t thought that way. Hadn’t thought to actually talk to Tommy and ask, instead letting the feeling of worry grow in her stomach until it felt like it was going to consume her.

“The break is what worries me, what if someone else comes along, you know?”

“Well you won’t know unless that happens.”

Quinn nodded, “Right.”

“Has that been the stressor?”

“Not entirely. We went home for my sisters wedding, Tommy went with me as my date, and it was a shitstorm. I just haven’t been talking to my family since I came back. He took care of me, too, I got COVID, and he stayed with me for like a whole week so I wasn’t by myself.”

Monique nodded, “How was your family?”

“My mom still has her favorites and unknowingly makes it clear that I am not one of them, unless it’s convenient for her. I didn’t know that Emily’s now husband worked with Gerard, and he was in her wedding. And, honestly, as much as we don’t get along, Emily and I, it really hurt, because she had someone who did all of that terrible shit to me standing up there in support of her marriage and I wasn’t even asked.”

Quinn took a shuddering breath, staring out the window at the accumulating rain drops. The more it had became a topic of conversation in her recent past, the more she realized that she wasn’t as over it as she thought she needed to be.

Would she ever be, though?

“Someone that took so much from me, and,” she felt her eyes well up as she thought of standing in that room once again, a physical representation of all the locked up memories she tried to keep pushed deep down, “and they didn’t know. But, now they do. Emily just had to push me. Push the blame on me,” she scratched at her forehead, taking a sip of the tea, “um, the morning after the wedding, Gerard found me, waited until I was alone in a back hallway and he—“

Don’t you dare fucking cry, Quinn. Don’t give someone that terrible what he wants even when he isn’t fucking around. He wants you to be miserable.

“He attacked me.” She felt her mouth press into a thin line, making eye contact with Monique for one of the first times the whole time. “He attacked me, and Tommy made sure he didn’t kill me because he was holding a gun to my head. And my sister tried to blame it all on me. So, so, now…they all know.”

Her mouth felt dry as a few of the tears leaked out.

“They know about Robin. And Tommy knows and I’m really not sure how I feel about all of it. The worst part is,” she shrugged, sipping the tea, finally breathing at a normal pace once again as she forced herself to take deep breaths, “there’s nothing I can do.”

Her thoughts flicked to the photo her mother had sent her of her and Tommy outside, Sweetie, I know things haven’t been easy, but I’m happy to see you’ve found someone that makes you happy.

The worst part: she was happy, and she thought she had.

That night had continued on in the way most of their nights had. It was the first time in a few days of just talking that Quinn had finally made her way over there, leaving Hannah to sulk in her own judgment as she left with her backpack packed full of things she would need, and went to Tommy’s apartment.

She had made dinner as they caught up on their days, their week, before they sat down to eat. Which, in Quinn’s perspective, they had behaved so well until she had ended up in Tommy’s lap at the table and he carried her to bed. Her thoughts let her be until that moment when her mind and body had finally come down from the bliss, and the guilt started to settle in once again.

“Are you alright?” Tommy questioned, finger tips tracing the lines in her back as Quinn’s head rested on his chest.

She hummed and gave a shrug. He had never witnessed her being unenthusiastic after, and the way she was laying against him now wasn’t any different than usually, however something felt wrong.

Fuck, he ran a hand through his hair, did she not fucking finish, fucking felt like it—

“Quinn,” he tried to keep his voice even and non-accusatory as he spoke, something that could be quite the challenge, “you can talk to me, eh?”

He waited, feeling her grinding her teeth before she took a couple breaths, and sat up looking away.

“I…” she moved to get off the bed, pulling the black underwear on before she stood, “I can’t.”

She shook her head, rubbing her hands through her hair as she picked up various clothing items.

Tommy watched her intently as she found which were hers and dropped his back to the floor.

“Yes, you can.” He grabbed for the pack of Pall Malls on the bedside table, lighting one, as he sat, elbows braced against his knees as she tried to put the clothes back on.

“No, no. This.” She gestured, eyes watering, between the two of them, “I, I can’t keep doing this,” she huffed, fumbling with the clasp of the black bra, “this, whatever it is I can’t.”

Tommy could feel the acid churn in his stomach as he reached for the underwear off the floor, pulling them on, before he stood across the bed from her.

“Like what are we actually doing?” Her eyes roamed the ceiling as she held back tears, trying to remind herself that she said she wasn’t going to cry.

“I can’t,” she crammed her legs through the leggings, color rising in her cheeks and getting flustered when they wouldn’t pull on right, “keep playing with fire, this, whatever we’re doing, can’t keep happening while you’re still married, okay?”

Her hands went to her hips on the last word, watching carefully his movements.

“C’mere,” he offered a hand, trying his best to think of a way to get her to calm down without startling her.

“No, Tommy.” She tried not to look at him, not wanting to give in to that glimmer in his blue eyes as her conscience got the best of her.

She sniffled, wiping away a stray tear as she pulled on the sweat shirt, realizing she had no clue where her keys or shoes were.

“Quinn, I know—“

“No. Don’t. I feel like this is either taking an exceptionally long time if the only thing you’re waiting for is Ruby’s blood work to come back, or that you’re just taking me for a ride, and in all honesty,” she walked past him, opening the door before stalking past the dining table where the still uncleared plates sat, “if it’s the latter option, I don’t really want to know.”

“Quinn—“

“And, you know, I think the worst part is,” she held out her hands and crammed her feet into the shoes before she snatched the keys off the counter. Tommy took another long drag off the cigarette as he clung to every word she was saying, “it’s like you know we’re doing something wrong because you can’t even let yourself be seen in public with me. One time! Once and we didn’t even make it to lunch!”

He swallowed.

“Your aunt made me feel like some disgusting little slut and maybe that’s what I needed to put into perspective for me that something with this equation just, just, is never going to add up.”

“Would you stop and listen to me?”

She was trying her best to give him a wide breadth and resist giving in to the other part of her that didn’t want to leave, “No. I’m going to go home. I don’t know if I’m gonna to be ready to talk, in all honesty, in a day or a week or whatever, or ever, so,” she chewed her lip, shaking her head, “I guess unless you have proof, something real and tangible, to show me, just…let me be.”

“Let me take you home.”

“No.”

“Quinn, it’s late and dark—“

“And I functioned perfectly fine in the city before you came along.”

Tommy stared on as she softly closed the door with a click, the cigarette smoke rolling the only movement now left for him to look at, no longer faced with the frustration and confusion clouding her features.

It took everything in him to not turn back to the table and send the plates hurling into the wall.

Everything had been going so well.

Quinn made it off the subway before the tears finally took over, leaving her a sniveling mess for the remaining few blocks before she got to the apartment building.

Try as she might, she couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling that someone was always just around the corner, lurking in her shadow, close enough to follow but far enough away not to be seen.

She tried to get it together, she needed to get to bed and be to the airport in a few hours, because despite how much the anxiety bubbling in her stomach made her feel terrible, she still had obligations and a flight to get on.

Her arrival in Munich would only be one flight away, and despite how much she was looking forward to going, she realized part of it was because she would have had someone to come back and share things with when she returned to New York.

“What’s the matter, Chuck?” Hannah eyed her with suspicion as she hooked her keys on their spot by the door and toed off her shoes.

“Nothing, don’t try and make me laugh right now.” Quinn sniffed, pulling the hood down and looking at her friend with what she was sure was a pathetic face before the tears rolling down her face intensified, “I’m not, fuck, I’m not okay. And, I just want to be left alone. Okay?”

Hannah’s mouth pressed into a firm line, holding back what Quinn assumed was a snarky “I told you so,” cleverly disguised as sympathy.

“Okay.” She agreed instead. Turning back to the fridge in an effort to give her some privacy.

Quinn stalked off to her room, shutting the door and stripping herself of all the layers, because they smelled like him and she hated it.

Hated the smell of his fucking cologne now that she could smell it again, and his fucking Pall Mall’s and, fuck, hated, that she didn’t really hate it at all.

She climbed into bed with a huff, not bothering to redress and pulled the covers up to her chin, staring at the ceiling as if it were going to have the answer to her questions in some fine print in the shadows.

Two hours later and many tears shed, she ran out of anything else to cry and resigned herself to sleep, otherwise she would be destined to wear sunglasses the entire flight to hide her puffy eyes, and something about that just didn’t sit right with Quinn.

“Quinn, you look like hell.” Joanna’s thick accent cut through the mental fog as the dark haired woman pulled her in for a hug.

Her shag haircut and dark wardrobe were something that hadn’t changed any since the last time Quinn had seen her, and the familiarity of someone so patient and kind was like a breath of fresh air.

“Well, it’s been a rough last few 24 hours. But I’m here and that’s the important part.” She forced a smile.

“Oh, you poor thing. Tell me all about it over coffee, ja?”

The car ride back to their house was mostly in silence. Quinn watched the sights of the city pass by, taking in the same blue sky she could see anywhere looking completely different from here.

The shuffle into the house with the luggage was completed rather quickly. She had packed rather light except for the equipment she had packed to bring with her; the hard cases were probably double the weight of all the clothes she had in the backpack.

“Hi, Quinn!” The wave and words came from the other side of the picture window, screens open and the fresh air coming in at a slow pace, just enough to rustle the plants near the window.

She rubbed at her bleary eyes before responding, as Bronze, Joanna’s rather tall partner stood from where they were working on their most recent project in the back garden.

It looked to be some kind of metal sculpture that they had been welding pieces to, spirals that reminded Quinn of double helix segments.

“He, um, can go out,” Joanna spoke, nodding at the dog as Quinn opened the door, the gray French bulldog, who’s name she thought was Basil from the pictures and messages she had received when they got the puppy, leading the way as Quinn padded barefoot through the grass.

“What are you working on?”

Bronze took off the welding mask, setting down the tools on some scrap wood pieces that made an impromptu workstation.

“Something for some rich fuck with more money than he knows what to do with,” they said, a chuckle escaping, “how have you been?”

“Oh, good. Busy. I—“ she paused, realizing she had wanted to mention her sisters wedding, but all that did was flood her thoughts with Tommy and that wasn’t going to do her any good to go down that path right now, “have been looking forward to coming to visit. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve seen you two.”

“Well it has!” They said, putting the mask back on, before ushering Quinn back in the house with a warning, “You won’t want to look.”

“Does Bronze always get to work so early?” Quinn asked, glancing at the clock and accepting the fact that it was truly 7AM, and happily taking the steaming mug of coffee as she sat down at the kitchen table with Joanna.

“Oh, yes. Lately,” she nodded, glancing at the window, adoration looking to her other half working busily away ,”they finally were able to join the office at Bogenhausen, that does the ketamine treatment.”

“How is that?”

“The beginning was a bit intense, but going better now.”

“That’s good. I mean, I know the process of getting to be able to do it is usually a long road, but it’s good they found something that works for them, I mean.”

The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a bit, quietly sipping the coffee before Johanna sighed, “So, what has my kleine amerikanische schwester being so blue?”

Quinn tried to smile but she knew it came through as a frown instead. Maybe it was the lack of good rest. The nights lately where she slept alone had been few and far between.

“I never thought I would let myself get worked up over a guy ever again,” she stared into the partly depleted mug somberly.

“Why not? Is not love part of life?”

“Yeah, but,” she rubbed at her eyes, discarding her glasses onto the table, “I’m tired of worrying about getting hurt.”

“Hmm, well what if you stop with the worry?”

“I did. For a bit. Then my conscience came back.”

Quinn opened her phone, continuing on in the way that she was good at torturing herself, to pull up the photo of her and Tommy from her mother that she had saved.

She tossed the phone on to the table, crossing to fill the mug as Johanna looked at the photo.

She opened the door to let Basil back in, his happy trot and little face as he came to join them bringing a smile to her face.

“Okay, to start, that dress is beautiful,” Johanna slid the phone back, the roses inked into her palms hidden as she wrapped her hands around the mug once again.

“Thank you,” Quinn spoke, sitting back down at the table.

“But, for two, Quinn, this is how people look at eachother when they’re in love.”

Quinn blinked, taking a deep breath as she stared back down into the steaming black liquid, “I know.”

“So, why, what happened?”

“He’s married. Well, he’s in the middle of a divorce that’s taking a strangely long amount of time.”

“So?” Johanna shrugged, “If they’re separated, what’s the worry?”

“What if they’re actually not?”

“Where does she live? Does she live with him?”

“No, she still lives in England. From what I’ve gathered, she lives in a house he bought for her with the guy she cheated on him with.”

“Oh, wow. That’s a lot.”

“Yeah.”

“But, did he tell you that; or how did you find all that out?”

“He…yeah, he did tell me.” She was surprised at the clarity Johanna was bringing to the situation for her, “Actually. It took some time, but, I mean I knew about the kids, but, yeah. He told me.”

“So, you are upset with someone about being honest with you?”

Quinn paused, cup halfway to her mouth. “How are you making this sound so simple? Hannah is ready to tear me apart each time I come home from there.”

“I never said it was simple. The situation is complicated, ja?”

Quinn nodded.

“But, If you want to make it work, then it is worth a little bit of a fight to get through the tough part? Like, um, if you got some sickness, it wouldn’t be fair to be left alone to deal with a tough thing, right?”

Quinn narrowed her eyes, “Have you been talking to Hannah?”

“No.”

“Johanna…”

“I did not speak with Hannah.” Her tone had an air of teasing that Quinn wasn’t sure if it was purposeful or not.

“Dante has a big mouth doesn’t he?”

“I’m not throwing anyone to the wolves, Quinn.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, her question as answered as she could ever expect it to be, “Okay, well, we can shelf this. I don’t need to sort it out right now, because it’s already done,” she choked up a bit, “I already told him that I can’t keep on that way. So, did you get my banners printed?”

They had spent the whole day loading and unloading tables and equipment and hauling them into the building in Munich to get ready for the following days.

The setup wasn’t even the worst part. Thankfully Johanna had extra tables and chairs for Quinn to borrow. She couldn’t imagine the cost of the overseas shipping if she would have had to pack her own things and bring them with her.

There were people everywhere. People chatting and laughing and having a good time seeing friends and acquaintances they hadn’t seen in ages.

Quinn felt like a stick in the mud. She felt frumpy and tired and crabby as she tried to thread the PVC pipe through the hole in the banner she had just taken out of the tube, black curtains already setup behind where it would go, just like it was for everyone else.

Someone had said to her in passing that she looked, “rather American,” and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about that statement or how to take it.

When she had made the banner she had been a bit more optimistic about things to come, and she was cursing herself as she sipped on her coffee, something really good from a shop up the street they had been back and forth to, staring at the collage of photos, thinking herself rather a fool for including the finished line work from Tommy’s back.

It wasn’t a good representation of her work.

Not that the execution wasn’t good, but it wasn’t even finished.

Her lips felt numb and her tongue tingled as she continued to think about it. Why had she made such a rash decision to include it? She had other finished pieces that, with their color and shading and lighting in the photo, actually showed off the quality and depth of her work.

She pursed her lips, feeling someone come to stand next to her.

“It’s looking good, ja?” Johanna asked, hands tucked in the pockets of her windbreaker.

“I guess.”

“You guess? I think you didn’t come all this way on a guess, Quinn.”

She sighed. Maybe if she threw herself into work for this week she could forget. And then do it for another week, and another after that, until it was all just a long forgotten memory.

Just like she had before.

Quinn stared at the ceiling for the longest time that night.

She wasn’t homesick, that didn’t quite feel like the right word. Was it nervous?

Maybe.

She hadn’t travelled this far in a long time. It wasn’t the traveling alone that had bothered her, not at all. There was just something, lacking.

She sighed, glancing at the empty phone screen, the little face of a sleeping Beelzebub when he was littler coming to light.

No notifications.

No missed calls.

No Tommy.

It hurt, but he was doing exactly what she said.

2:13 AM.

It would only be 8:13 PM in New York and Quinn was having the hardest time not calling and apologizing for how she flew off the handle.

But, she knew that wasn’t going to help, not that soon.

It was just the instinct of trying to smooth over the situation any time “she” had upset Gerard, the want to make it better before it got worse.

She unlocked her phone, met with the photo she had shown to Johanna earlier.

Fuck, why do we have to look so happy there?

She threw off the covers, thankful for the familiarity of a burning cigarette in her hand once her feet found the grass.

It wasn’t even about the sex, she realized.

She could go on Tinder and probably find someone to have baseless, meaningless, sex with in about five minutes.

If she wanted to.

But she didn’t. Hadn’t any time in the last two years, didn’t feel the appeal of it now.

She liked Tommy. She knew that. It wasn’t a secret. But at almost 30 years old, she felt like she still needed to tiptoe around it in the childish passing note manner of “check yes if you like me.”

She rolled her eyes. Half tired and emotional wasn’t the time to be trying to sort all this out.

She felt the tears streaming, thinking about the fact that maybe she wasn’t emotionally as mature as she might have thought she was.

Maybe she wasn’t ready for a relationship.

But if she wasn’t then why was she so distraught at the thought of her actions making it that she possibly wouldn’t see him ever again?

This is probably what no one was expecting from this part, but the devious part of mine has been plotting this from the beginning! Let me know what you didn’t like or did! I may have another part out sooner than once a month if my ambition for writing cooperates.

#modern tommy shelby #modern Tommy Shelby X oc #tommy shelby x oc #modern day au #modern au #quinn meyer #misadventures #oc fanfiction #oc fanfic

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namor-shuri · 1 year

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Your tags on my venn diagram post are gold and should be a fic.

LMAOOO not me forgetting y’all read my tags 😭 Look, your venn diagram is accurate af and I really hope you bless us with more. The world wants to see these talented men come together and team up on a project [or in my case, tag team me]. But hey, I support both scenarios. Your fic comment got me thinking “what if I actually wrote a fantasy, porn without plot one shot about them?” So then I attempted it [HEAVY on attempt because I haven’t written a fic before 🥲] But here goes nothing *gulps*. Hope you like it op! @scruffylookingpiratecaptain 💗 *deletes my entire account and moves across state lines afterwards* lol

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Gael Bernal Diego Luna Tenoch Huerta Pedro Pascal Oscar Isaac

“I want to fuck like we’re filming in the valley.”

**Warnings/ Disclaimers: NSFW, 18+, group sex, language, fiction [this is only intended to be fantasy], porn without plot**

We have a routine down. They stop by my apartment Friday night, fuck me, we eat together, and then they leave. Repeat. No cuddles. No pillow talk. No strings attached. No bullshit. Just straight fucking. I would be lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t develop feelings somewhere along the way for each and every one of them, but I’ll take that to my grave.

It wasn’t always like this.

It first started off with just Tenoch and I. We met one another through a drunk threesome one night after a friend’s birthday party. We instantly clicked and he quickly learned how to turn me on. The man could make me cum round after round till I forgot my first and last name. He knew all the right buttons to push and he got me hooked on him quickly. His dick game drove me insane and I hated that it admittedly elevated my standards for any man who was blessed to be entangled in my sheets. We became a casual “friends with benefits” type of a situation until one day he wanted to spice things up between us.

“Have you ever had sex with more than one guy at the same time?” He asks me out of the blue while we chill at a nearby cafe.

To my surprise, he wanted to add more guys to the mix. I wasn’t opposed to the idea but was honestly a little concerned at first.

“I want to watch other guys fuck you while I take part. That would be so fucking hot, you know? And I promise you would be safe, no funny business. I know these guys. They’re good guys, trust me. What do you think?”

Call me a whore. Lonely. Bored. A pick me. A girl with daddy issues. Some twenty-something big tit wide-eyed naive bitch finding intimacy in all the wrong places. Whatever. I could care less. I don’t need the judgement from my girlfriends, friends, family, or coworkers and I sure as hell don’t need it from you. The only thing that was running through my mind in that very moment was having an adventure and so I kept our little arrangement to myself. No one has to know.

I sipped my drink watching him over the rim of my cup. He met my gaze with those curious eyes of his like he was trying to read my mind. I looked down and smirked, finally swallowing.

“I’m in.”

*bzzzzz*

Like clockwork, Tenoch always came by my apartment first. I opened the door to the sight of this goober holding a pack of beers and striking a funny pose with damp curls. He must of showered before heading over because he smelled heavenly.

“Hey beautiful.” He kissed my forehead then waltzed right in, draping his stuff over a nearby chair.

We made small talk about his shit boss and how she underpays her staff. “And now she’s doing layoffs!” In this economy?? I crack open a couple of beers for us and hear the doorbell ring. “Tenoch, can you get that?” Diego and Oscar are here. Funny enough, they live in another apartment complex only a couple of streets down. What are the odds, right? Shockingly it’s not weird, but hopefully it stays that way.

Tenoch throws a movie on while I pop open a bag of chips Oscar brought over. Gael swings by next and as always, without fail, Pedro comes last. Hours later, I might add!

“Sorry for the delay guys, I had an emergency come up.”

We all boo him in unison while Tenoch throws a cheeto at his head.

“I don’t deserve this abuse! I promise I have a good excuse this time.” Pedro chuckles, dodging another chip successfully.

Yeah don’t feel bad for him. This fucker always has an “emergency”. He couldn’t be on time if his actual life depended on it.

“Blah blah blah. Just hurry up and sit down. You’re interrupting an important part of the movie dipshit. Mulan is meeting Mushu.” Oscar excitedly motions him over to the couch like we all haven’t seen this masterpiece 50+ times already.

I giggle and look around at everyone enjoying themselves. I have a lot of fun with them. I mean outside of our little scheduled orgy we got going on, I truly enjoy their companionship. I know they have my back and I have theirs. I wouldn’t dare be sappy and say this out loud but I love these guys and would do anything for them.

What’s wild to me is even though we have made this a routine by now, they still get shy around me before we start. No one wants to make me feel uncomfortable and I appreciate that more than they’ll ever know, but someone has to have the balls to make the first move. Thankfully, Diego does. He starts to massage the back of my neck while we all laugh at Mushu screaming “dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!” He looks over at me and notices me purr in approval. While his hand works out the kinks in my neck, he leans in and sensually kisses the side of my neck licking all the way up to my earlobe, catching it in between his teeth. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear about how gorgeous I am and how he can satisfy me better than any of these so called “men” here. I know it’s all for the fantasy factor but fuck does it turn me on. Only I can hear his ramblings and that gets me even hotter. He invades my personal space and breathes me in deep. I tilt my head and expose my throat to him like a cat on it’s back surrendering. Mark me, Diego. I start to squirm in my seat. I can feel my wetness already pooling in my panties.

My whimpers play over the movie and Oscar proceeds to join in on the fun. He directs my attention towards him and softly cups my cheek before going in for a blistering kiss. I close my eyes and let him lick into my mouth greedily. I surrender to his demanding touch while Diego starts to leave a trail of hickeys from my neck down to my clavicle.

Gael gets up from the other side of the couch and kneels down in front of me. He carefully unties my shoes and slips off my socks. He starts to caress my legs and massage my feet, looking up at me with heat behind his eyes. I watch his eyes shift to peek underneath my skirt. I’m trying to get friction to my clit by grinding my thighs together but Gael holds my legs in place with a strong grip. He then slides his hands slowly up my thighs till he gets to his destination. He hooks his finger over the top of my lingerie and brings them down one inch at a time, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the way.

I shutter as the air immediately exposes my wetness, revealing my sweet arousal. Gael finally slips my panties off and takes in its dampness. Oscar distracts me by gliding his hand over my breasts till he settles on my neck, roughly gripping my throat while he licks up into my ear.

I yelp.

“Be gentle.” Tenoch possessively asserts while he comes over and starts to pull his shirt over his head, exposing his happy trail and tattoo.

“Calm down. I’m only doing what the slut likes.” Oscar counters, looking over at Tenoch with a challenging stare before directing his sexual frustration back to me.

“Isn’t that right, baby? I want to hear you beg for Daddy.” He taunts while I make eye contact with him through submissive eyes. I’m thoroughly turned on right now and he knows it. Oscar’s tight grip on my neck is sending me over the edge and I want more. I need more. His authority is sending waves of pleasure through out my entire body and my hair raises on my arms. My pierced nipples start to harden and peak through my shirt and a wave of desire goes straight to my cunt.

Diego ceases to kiss my shoulder and looks down at my pebbled flesh.

“Well, would you look at that. Our brat likes to be choked.”

Diego goes to undress my top half and unclasps my bra with a swiftness. My breasts spill out of their cups one by one and he fondles one nipple as he laps up the other in his mouth eagerly. My breath hitches. I bite my lip, holding in a strangled noise.

Pedro moves over to my line of vision and begins to unbotton his pants in front of me, giving me a show. He starts touching himself as we lock eyes and creates a mess in his jeans. He whips out his exuding member and I shamelessly stare, taking in all of its glory. He watches me watch him and delights in the attention. This fucker.

“You like what you see, sweetheart? It’s all yours, just be a good girl and open your mouth wide for me.”

I love it when he calls me his good girl and tells me what to do. He doesn’t repeat himself twice. Ever. Whatever Pedro wants, Pedro gets. I pay the consequence if I misbehave. But God, do I love misbehaving.

I don’t budge one inch and go to kiss Oscar, dismissing Pedro’s very existence. That sets him off. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, play times over Princess.” he snarls.

Pedro yanks me away from Diego and Oscar by my hair and forces me forward to the edge of the couch, bringing me at eye level with his hardened cock. He holds my head firm in place as he steadily rubs his throbbing wood over my lips, painting them with his pre-cum. His breath goes ragged and his composure quickly diminishes. He wants this badly, but so do I. Pedro shoves his dick past my lips to the back of my throat without warning and I can see his pupils blow from his dominance over me. He tastes like sea salt and musk. I bring my hands up to grip his shaft and brace myself on his waist, sliding back and forth. He’s rough with me and forces me all the way down till my nose touches his pubes. I gag and my eyes starts to water. He finally releases his grip on me, and I exhale and spit on his dick. I go in for seconds and savor the taste, licking circles around his sensitive tip.

“Ah, just like that.” He affirms, letting his head fall back.

Everyone moves to claim a piece of my flesh to grab, squeeze, suck or fuck. I aspire to be their personal fuck toy to use and abuse for their own selfish gain. Is that too much to ask for?

Oscar repositions me on the couch so that I’m flat on my back as I resume sucking Pedro off. He pushes my skirt up out of the way and coats his fingers with saliva. He begins to slick up my folds, steadily working his way into my tight entrance. “Look at you.” He coos. He kneels down and without hesitation shoves his face into my juices and begins to devour me whole. He licks a line from my tight asshole to my sopping pussy lips and engulfs my clit with his large tongue. He hums around it, sending a wave of vibration to my core.

I loudly moan with Pedro’s penis down my throat, generating a low growl from him. I take him out of my mouth and start to plead as Oscar relentlessly works my sensitive clit with no sign of letting up. He sets my body aflame with little to no effort and it’s truly diabolical.

Tenoch comes to my side and begins to gently massage my breasts, bending down and taking one nipple in his mouth while he jerks himself off. Oscar prys my legs open to stop me from squirming. The overwhelming sensation of his scruff on my bundle of nerves is killing me and the mix of pain and pleasure is intoxicating. Gael grabs my calf and begins to suck my toes, one by one while touching himself. He closes his eyes and takes his time savoring them greedily. He sucks and sucks like he’s making love to them and perverted noises start to fill up the room. My body riddles with ecstasy and the heat in my lower belly grows.

Diego squeezes some lube on his hand and continues to jerk himself off while watching this provocative scene unfold in front of him. He comes over to my side and replaces his hand with mine on his leaking erection. I slowly jerk him off while not breaking eye contact with him.

I can feel my arousal taking over. My brain is having trouble functioning and focusing on one particular thing at once. I am incoherent. I know I definitely heard my phone go off three separate times by now. Mulan is already beating Shan Yu’s ass on the roof. My AC unit turned off about an hour ago and it’s hot as shit in here. But none of these distractions matter to me right now. My ears tune into the sweet symphony of their joint moans and hisses, while I witness their hungry eyes fixate on me, mouths slightly parted in a fucked out bliss. The air is thick with sweat, sex and sin.

I come to and feel Oscar between my legs as I jerk Diego off with purpose while Pedro tilts my head towards him and fucks into my mouth, panting with each thrust. I create a tight vacuum, swallowing him with intense suction that my lips create a *pop* sound when I let go. He curses under his breath in satisfaction.

Tenoch breaks things up and takes control. He grabs hold of me and tears me away from everyone’s touch. He picks me up with one arm and lays back on the couch’s sweaty surface before positioning me on top of him. I straddle his waist and lean down for a kiss, exchanging fluids in a raunchy french kiss. He matches my energy and sucks on my tongue. Fuck, he’s such a freak. We continue to make out as he reaches over my ass and rubs my entrance in a circular motion, slowly dragging his thick digits along my folds. Tenoch replaces his fingers with his slick dick and coats his penis in my juices before tapping himself on my clit. Oscar prepared me for the taking and Tenoch is about to have his way with me. His thick cock promptly slides right into my walls and we moan in each other’s mouths. I’m convinced my vagina was made to please him. I try and adjust to his thickness, slowly making room for his size. My greedy cunt eventually swallows him whole. He gasps in approval. I dig my nails into his big chest as I begin to ride him, throwing my head back. Oscar promptly grabs my neck from behind and whispers nasty shit in my ear while I take Tenoch’s cock like a good girl. Tenoch holds onto my waist with a bruising grip, displaying his possessiveness over me. He sits up on one elbow and sucks my sensitive nipples, playing with my piercing with his tongue in a circle motion. My cunt flutters around him, making him buck.

Goosebumps break out all over my skin as a chill runs down my spine. I whine loudly, succumbing to my pleasure in waves. The sounds of Tenoch’s dick slamming into my tight hole as my ass cheeks hit his pelvis is delicious and it makes me wetter each thrust. He’s giving it to me so good right now but Oscar decides to test how much I can truly take at once.

He cups my ass and halts my bouncing. Tenoch’s member slowly slides out. He grabs my cheeks and spreads me wide, admiring the stretch of my asshole and vagina with his tight grip. Oscar leans in and dips his tongue in and out of both holes, indulging in my natural taste. He pulls back and spits on my tight asshole. He sucks his thumb first before bringing his slick finger to my hole, spreading his spit in a circular motion. Oscar deepens the pressure until his thumb successfully slides in.

A raspy moan leaves my lips and I cry out.

“Mmmm I know baby, I know. Daddy knows what to do.“ He confidently mutters between pants. He’s so turned on right now.

He spits on his pointer and middle finger next, slipping in two digits and stretching me out. His calculated process is driving me crazy and my thighs tremble around Tenoch’s waist. I gasp and stop sucking and jerking off Pedro and Diego, focusing on my breathing.

“Don’t be greedy Oscar, there’s enough of her to go around.” Tenoch gripes, assisting in spreading my cheeks to give Oscar better access. I whimper in anticipation.

Oscar continues to work open my hole with a squirt of lube, fucking me with his fingers until he deems I’m ready for his thick shaft. I grow impatient.

“Ah…f-fuck me Oscar, please. I need you!”

Pedro starts to laugh.

“Stop playing with your food Oscar. The lady is getting tired of you.”

“I thought you like when Daddy plays with you, baby.” Oscar taunts before spontaneously slapping both of my ass cheeks one by one, again and again and again. Left. Right. Left. Right. He spanks me so hard that the pain becomes unbearable. Tenoch proceeds to choke me, holding my neck in place. I scream but no sound comes out. My voice is hoarse from sucking and fucking. Gael ducks down and starts to suck on my nipple while twisting the other between two fingers, playing with its jewelry.

Once he deems me ready, Oscar takes his throbbing wood in hand and aligns his coated head with my stretched hole. He grabs some lube one last time, lathers me up and slides in. He takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but I want it now. He relishes in my tightness and cusses under his breath. Tenoch licks his fingers and lubricates my pussy with his saliva before re-entering me. My eyes roll back with the overstimulation of being filled to the brim. They start to move together in unison and I resume bouncing on both Tenoch’s and Oscar’s dicks together. Oscar looks down, watching himself go in and out of my ass, cheeks bouncing back on his pelvis and jiggling. He bites his lip from the glorious sight.

“Fuck y-your so tight…ah-“ They both rant together.

Sounds of skin slapping skin echo throughout my entire apartment and Oscar steadily grips my shoulder while Tenoch grabs my waist. I feel like I am being split in two as my holes stretch and adjust to being double penetrated. A bitch is on cloud nine and I can barely string two sentences together. They are deep in my guts and I think I’m going to black out from the overwhelming sensation. This is a ride I never want to get off of. Tenoch picks up the pace and fucks up into me with no mercy while Oscar follows suit. He looks determined, sweat dripping down his forehead. Tenoch gawks at my bouncing breasts in his face, matching the fast pace. He reaches down and thumbs my clit.

My orgasm is on the rise and I can feel my climax is near.

“Daddy, I’m….I’m close!” I moan.

Gael lets go of my breast and runs to grab my vibrator from my bedroom. He turns it to the setting I like and places it close to Tenoch’s groan so that it’s touching my clit at the right angle. He looks up at me as my mouth falls open. I’m slowly becoming undone and can’t hold on any longer.

Diego makes the split decision to get up on the couch and position himself in line to face fuck me. He holds my hair as I bounce and proceeds to have his way with me. I moan around his dick as spit pools and drips down my chin. Pedro leans down and fondles a breast while biting one nipple just the way I like it.

It was truly a sight to see. A real group effort. The one group project where everybody wins. My question is why didn’t we think to film any of this and post it to porn sites world wide or only fans and make millions?? You should have seen us! We fucked like real professionals. I could see it now: “Sexy whore takes 5 big cocks like a champ” as the title. Hmmm. Now that I think about it, we would have probably ran into some copyright issues with Mulan playing in the background. The “A girl worth fighting for” song blasting at full volume was a nice touch though.

I feel myself choking on his penis and Diego reminds me to breath through my nostrils as he shoves my head forward. He yanks me off of his dick to give me a second to breath and a string of saliva connects from my lips to his tip. He slaps me a bit and roughly grabs my cheeks. Diego leans in for a sloppy kiss and purrs “that’s my fucking slut.” He’s genuinely proud of me.

“Now suck!” He demands and plunges back into my mouth without any hesitation. He’s pumping me so fucking good while his thrusts start to become sporadic and his breath goes ragged. I know he’s close. He slips his throbbing dick out of my mouth and readjusts so that I give his neglected balls some lovin. He bites his lip in approval.

“I’m cumming…I’m cu-“ Tenoch goes silent as he spills his hot seed deep into my swollen pussy. My vagina pulses around him as I feel him paint my walls. I shake involuntarily as he comes down off of his high. His dick slides out of me and goes limp, while his seed leaks down my thigh. He lays there catching his breath as everyone continues to use me for their own satisfaction. He watches me bounce on top of him as Oscar continues to pound me from behind.

I quickly follow suit and climax hard, squirting all over Tenoch with Oscar deep in my ass, Pedro sucking my nipple rings hard, Gael rubbing my clit with my vibrator on high and Diego stuffing his balls in my mouth.

Everyone let’s go of me for a second as I buckle and grip Tenoch’s chest before completely collapsing on top of him. All of my energy leaves my body. He catches me in his arms and caresses my back, making sure I’m okay. He kisses my forehead and I feel his chest rise and fall.

Once my breath evens out, I look up and see everyone staring at me with concern. The Mulan end credits continue to roll on the TV. I sheepishly look around and immediately get shy in front of them for the first time.

“So…..round two?”

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#I dont know how I feel about this but I hope y’all like it? rofl #tenoch huerta #pedro pascal #diego luna #oscar isaac #Gael Bernal #tenoch x reader #pedro x reader #diego x reader #Oscar x reader #Gael x reader #fic writing #you ask me why is the mulan movie in this and to that I say why not #no for real I don’t know what this is #this is meant to be read as a random character not as myself #yeah I’m just going to stick to edits and stuff bc this was HARD yall #shout out to fan fic writers 😮‍💨🥲#we just got a letter

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jasonsmirrorball · 4 months

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hi! what are some tips or advice you have for new writers like me (hi) also tips on finding mutuals i used to just like posts or reblog them but i started writing and really enjoy it

hi!! aaa that’s so exciting!! i hope the writing journey has been rewarding so far! thank you for asking me! i don’t know how qualified i am but here are some thoughts i have that hopefully will help!

i feel like the main thing i’d say is to write what you want and for YOU. i know that you’re going to be posting it to your account and sharing it with the internet too, but at the end of the day it’s a hobby that brings you joy, so make sure you’re writing what makes you happy and not something that’ll make writing feel like a chore you know?

also figure out your writing voice! every author has their own unique style of writing, and it’s so interesting to me as a fic reader seeing the differences between writers that i follow. it sounds so corny but be true to YOU!! explore and explore and explore! obviously over time your writing style is going to evolve (and that’s so exciting to think about!! i love looking at my old writing and seeing the differences in then and now) but the only way to get better is to continue to write!!

on finding mutuals, i’m not entirely sure…most of the moots i have are other writers whose fics i enjoyed and commented on, and who happened to like mine too! i would gently advise that this usually happens naturally, and over time. it’s not really one of those things (i’ve found, at least) that you can arrange/control. but most of the time being interactive online will help i think ?

oh oh also. i think people on tumblr can be hateful at the worst of times, which is an experience most of the writers on this site know all too well. my advice is always always always just to block them. don’t interact with it, and shut it down immediately. don’t waste your time replying to anyone’s nonsense!! curate your space both as a reader and a writer and make liberal use of the block button if you have to. hopefully it never comes to that but people are just weird on here so.

i hope this was helpful love, good luck!!

#love letters 💌

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yanderu-deredere · 1 year

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at the risk of sounding extremely weird, have you ever heard of the game cookie run kingdom? if so, could you do some of your yanderes reactions to a darling that's absolutely obsessed with the game? maybe even to the point of having physical merchandise and going to events in person?

a/n: HELLO?? SHUT UP!! HAVE I HIT THE JACK POT?? THIS IS US RN!! 🥺🤝🏼🤡 (im the clown) but neway holy shit, what's the chances that id have a follower that's into yanderes and cookie run kingdom?? i don't know what to say other than thank you for winning ask of the week and here's your request! hope you enjoy! i know cotton candy cookie is from cookie run and she hasn't been transfered to cookie run kingdom but A PERSON CAN DREAM OKAY!

warning: i definitely nerded out onto this post and im so sorry, some gacha gaming terms like whaling (putting down a lot of money to get a specific character you want) and pay to win (paying a lot of mini transations LOL)

soren kumar ★ profile

Soren doesn't know about the app but he should. Yeong-bae has definitely mentioned it to him a good handful of times but he's bad at remembering things he's not interested in sometimes. For you, though, he'll try it. He definitely ends up not liking it though. He just doesn't get it. You sit there and watch the cookies fight the cake? Okay, and then what? You level them up so they can fight tougher cake? Interesting. The aesthetic is cute enough but he doesn't know if he'll play it in the long run. He'll definitely play it up in front of you though since he doesn't want to insult something you love

I think the one thing that'll really interest him is Parfait cookie. He knows what it feels like to busk, to have to work your ass off to get recognised, and then to finally have all that hard work be paid off. So, he likes her because he can relate to her. But he doesn't like her enough to pay to win or anything. Unfortunately, he's one of those people where he's just really lucky and he ends up pulling her multiple times (you definitely need him to press the button for you when you're pulling for cookies you want LOL)

When it comes to you, he'll indulge you. He doesn't get it at all. They're just cookies and the game isn't even that fun. But it makes you happy and there's nothing in the world he wants more than to make you happy. So, he buys you the merch, he goes to the events with you (disguised, of course, since he doesn't want the date to be cut off by paparazzi) and he lets you spend his money on the app. He does give you a cut off every month. You're only allowed to spend $500! No more! Maybe a little more on special events but-- Oh, don't give him those puppy dog eyes....

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

Eun-jeong is definitely just a casual fan. It's cute, it's popular, he likes the aesthetic. It's just something he uses to pass the time sometimes when he's alone in the vet office. He'll log on every day to get his dailies done and he'll make sure not to waste any freebies he gets but he also doesn't spend any money on the app at all. He's free to play all the way. Also doesn't put too much thought on his team just sticks with the automatic teams or a team of his five strongest cookies. The biggest crime is that he just arranges all of his buildings in a grid pattern and literally doesn't care about how they're organised.

His favourite cookie is Financier cookie for sure. Eun-jeong kinda looks up to Financier cookie's personality. He loves that she's so strong-willed and that she's able to protect the people that she cares about. Low-key, Eun-jeong wants to be like that for you. He wants to be able to protect you and he wants to be able to be someone you can depend on like how a lot of people depend on Financier cookie! He also loves her aesthetic a lot.

When it comes to you, Eun-jeong would definitely fuel your addiction. He won't pay for anything on his account but he'll definitely give you his card if you want to pay to win. Also would definitely go with you to events or get you merchandise of your favourite cookie (and of Financier cookie so the two of you match!)

liam arieh ★ profile

Liam doesn't know anything about the app until you mention it and, when you do, he checks it out. He's literally only been on it for an hour but he's already dropped like $100 like it's nothing. He's pay to win all the way and he's not ashamed of it LOL. He's already got the most popular and powerful cookies because of it. He's literally out here whaling. Definitely the type to be super into it when he starts but then like slowly plays it less and less. He'll always keep going back to it though because he likes having something the two of you both do together

His favourite cookie is Clotted Cream cookie just because he likes his vibes. Personally, I think scheming cocky bastards attract each other but that's just me. Liam also just really likes his aesthetic and likes the fact that he's a really powerful cookie. Sometimes, Liam will even ask you if the two of them look like each other. Cringe

When it comes to you, of course he supports your addiction. If you think he's willing to drop money just for his account, wait till you see how much he's willing to drop for yours. He'll also be happy to go to events with you and buy you merch. In fact, he'll buy you all of the merch! Your entire room will be infested with merch of your favourite cookies (plus some of Clotted Cream cookie, unfortunately)

ayaka yamato ★ profile

Ayaka knows the app. It's cute and it's popular so of course she's checked it out! She's definitely here for the aesthetic and the aesthetic only. She doesn't care about any of the strategy, the statistics, the gaming; nothing. She just likes that the cookies all look sweet and cute. Unlike literally anybody else on the list, her kingdom is thematic and decorated perfectly. She uses the kingdom save system so she can change her kingdom every single time her favourite color has changed. She has a set up for pinks, purples, blues-- And, of course, she's achieved this by using money to buy all the decorations and buildings, of course! All her cookies have the best skins too LOL cus, unlike everyone else, she spams the costume gacha instead of the cookie gacha.

Her favourite cookie is actually Strawberry Crepe cookie! It was a good tie between Strawberry Crepe cookie and Strawberry cookie. I think, if her darling's personality was a lot like Strawberry cookie, then Strawberry cookie would be her favourite because she finds her really really cute, her aesthetic is adorable and she's strawberries! But, if not, her favourite is Strawberry Crepe! Ayaka just relates a lot to being small and being looked down on but then absolutely kicking ass LOL And she likes that Strawberry Crepe has big dreams for herself! Plus, Strawberry Crepe cookie has the absolute cutest aesthetic too

When it comes to you, of course she'd support your addiction. She'd be way more hands-on about it though. If your kingdom looks like trash, she's taking your phone and she's fixing it! It doesn't have to be color coded like hers but c'mon, put some more effort into it! At least have little sections or something! And she'll definitely dress the two of you up in outfits inspired by your favourite cookies hwen the two of you go to events! It'll be so fun!

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Ryuu is already a huge fan and when he finds out that you're a fan too? He'll literally scream because the two of you can be fans together! He puts some thought into his kingdom decoration but not that much. Kind of just lines up all his shops and then decorations are in the other half LOL Definitely tries to get into the strategy part of the game but he's super bad at it and ends up just being slightly better than most players. He's only slightly pay to win but he's a recovering addict, okay! You're not supposed to go cold turkey when you quit!

His favourite cookie is Sea Fairy cookie. He's been a fan of the franchise since the original Cookie Run app and that's where he fell in love with Sea Fairy cookie! The way she's always longingly looking into the night sky, missing the love of her life (cough Moonlight cookie cough), and all the sad voice lines! He feels so sorry for her! Plus, she's his strongest cookie! And her aesthetic is so beautiful!~~

When it comes to your addiction, he'll try to do the good boyfriend thing and steer you away from it. He wants to be responsible and he knows, in the long run, it's bad to encourage it. But, oh god, he knows the pain. If you really really want to pay to win, though, you might end up dragging him back into his addictions too not that he would complain that much. Hewon't be as hesitant bringing you to events and buying you merch though! He'll get you guys matching couple stuff! Maybe you can be the Moonlight cookie to his Sea Fairy cookie?

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

Another disgusting Cookie Run Kingdom fan LOL You might not even have to tell him you're into the game, you'll find him wearing merchandise of it or something somehow. He's the type that loves the aesthetic but also he's in the top 1% best players of the game. His team is doing like 200mil damage or some crazy shit. He's like over calculating the strats, making sure he's equipping the right stuff, etc. It also helps that he's pay to win the whole way (and it's probably the reason he's broke). He's also the guild master to one of the top guilds in the game and he's super strict about people logging in and doing their part. If you're inactive for a week, you're out! It's the top guild for a reason LOL

His favourite cookie is actually Cotton cookie and it's because she's one of the best support cookies in the game-- LOL but also because she's super cute and soft and kind and innocent which reminds him of you. No, it doesn't matter if you're some buff 6'6 guy! Cotton cookie still reminds him of you! That's how he sees you! This soft support character he needs to protect because your HP and defense stats are very low but you give him so much support and he just loves you so much!

When it comes to you, he definitely supports your addiction. In fact, he supports your addiction way too much. He'll like help you out with your team composition if you want him to, he'll let you borrow his card if you want to, he'll invite you into his guild, he'll remind you to log in every single day! He'll even log in for you if you'd like! And the two of you can just sit together on your phones, beating the asses of some cute cake hounds or something

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

Another idiot with way too much time on their hands LOL Yeong-bae is definitely way too into Cookie Run Kingdom and it shows. A lot of their salary goes into gacha games and mobile games. In fact, they have like several phones because of it (one phone for work, one phone for gacha games, one phone for photos, one phone for normal stuff). It's really unfortunate. But they're a lot like Ryouta where they're the 1% of players on the app because they're so good at calculating strategy and stats. Unlike Ryouta, they also care a lot about aesthetics so they make his kingdom look good too. They're both on the same guild! They're actually an officer in Ryouta's guild LOL

Their favourite cookie is Pure Vanilla cookie and, not to be repetitive, but it's because he reminds them of you! Pure Vanilla is so healing and good, someone that brings so much light to everyone around him. That's what it feels like being around you! For Yeong-bae, just standing next to you is like standing on stage, in the spotlight! And being with you, talking with you and spending time with you, is like being healed by Pure Vanilla cookie! Definitely way over-levels Pure Vanilla cookie because of this sole fact LMAO

When it comes to you, what is he earning for if not to fuel your life joys? If he can't make you happy by letting you whale or by letting you buy your favourite merchandise, what's the point in being a popstar? Unfortunately, he can't easily go to the events. He'll have to wear a mask the entire time or he'll have to wear a disguise. But it's worth it if the two of you can go on a cute date!

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #female yandere #yandere #nonbinary oc #nonbinary yandere #oc x reader #female oc #male oc #eunjeong #liam #ayaka #ryuu #ryouta #yeongbae #soren #drabbles

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hands-across-the-sky · 2 years

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some thoughts on seeing Paul's Got Back tour, part 2 ! ! !

after the cut!

I had been a little nervous about his voice based on the videos from the first few dates. I don't know if nervous is even the right word, really, because I know he's 80 and I know his voice has changed and I would've paid the same amount of money to just watch him sit onstage and roll a joint, truly, but hearing him on some of the earlier dates made me kind of sad in a weird way, I think just because I don't WANT to really accept how old he actually is--I want him to be young and healthy forever. BUT! i will say that the sound mix in the stadium was SUPER forgiving and I was really surprised at how great and strong he sounded! he was optioning up all over the place and doing runs and doing his current version of the "Rock Voice" at various points throughout!

"Got to Get You Into My Life" was one of my favorites of the night--the band, who are just ridiculously polished and good, really killed it, particularly the brass section. anytime he played a Beatles song the crowd went NUTS--the energy change was really palpable.

his Weird Girl behavior REALLY started to come out during "Come On To Me." he was doing a bit where every time he sang "come on to me" he'd point to himself, and every time he sang "come on to you" he pointed at the crowd. just like absolutely wild "hehehe i'm making a dirty joke do you get it" behavior, so embarrassing GRANDDUDE STOP!!!!!

"Let Me Roll It" was SO good!!!!!! it's just so thrilling and emotional, he totally shredded the guitar solo (he'd switched from bass to guitar for it), bisexual pining anthem, 10/10

In between basically every song he would bow, and say "thank you," and then do these awkward little marionette-with-its-string-cut poses. it was truly SO silly, he'd just like hit a little awkward jazz hand pose and then another and then another--fully mugging like he is in every recording of him to ever exist. weird girl vibes!!!!!!!!!!!

"In Spite of All the Danger" was so great--he taught everyone to do the "ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh" harmony and it fucking ruled

he just looked so insanely good!!! really energetic and engaged and happy, and so unbelievably fucking cute in his little vest-over-button-down combo. his legs looked insanely noodly and he still bounces while playing in the same way

somewhere around this point in the concert he took one (1) sip of water from a black water bottle that a stagehand brought him, and it was the TINIEST SIP OF WATER I'VE EVER SEEN ANYONE TAKE IN MY LIFE. like it was MINISCULE!!!! it was so small there was NO POINT in taking it!!! truly it seemed like someone (his manager? his kids?? nancy???) had put their foot down and said "paul, you literally MUST drink water during your three-hour show, you are 79 years old," and he then said "fine. I WILL drink water. [drinks literally one single H20 molecule forty minutes into the show]. you just cannot tell our anti-authority gemini princess what to do!!!!!!!!!!

"Something" was one of my absolute favorites: the arrangement was SO sweet and really worked for his current voice. it was so, so moving, the audience was living for it, and they played pictures of Geo and Paul throughout which made me cryyyy

much to the chagrin of the other three bugs, "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" was the hit of the night! people lost their SHIT for it and the band played it SO fast it was almost like ska. granny music hive rise up!!!!

during "Let It Be," there were so many phone lights that the stadium looked like a sky full of stars. beautiful!

the duet with John was just...gorgeous, and thrilling, and beautiful, and so, so sad. I have a little more to write about this that i'll write later. and as I said in a previous post, afterward Paul just said: "I love him!"

"Birthday" and "Helter Skelter" were such fucking BANGERS!!!!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!!

the ending suite of Abbey Road was just, like, an absolute highlight musical experience of my life. so moving, so perfect, so cathartic, just...transcendent. insane.

okay that's all for now, I love Paul McCartney, good night!!!

#would love to hear thoughts from anyone who was there #or questions from anyone who wasn't!!!#i've started watching some of the videos from the show on YouTube but I didn't read any reviews or listen to AKOM before writing this #so maybe I'll have more thoughts later #paul mccartney #got back

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Genloss was amazing. I already made a post about it when it happened, but I have so much more to say. Like I think this is going to be my longest post yet kind of more to say.

So, first of all, Ranboo's character design. I'm going to call the Ranboo before the urn broke and he awakened(?) before!boo, or just b!boo. b!boo is very interesting. For starters, the moment he woke up and noticed that he was wearing the mask, he tried to pry it off. which i found strange, though i don't know why. the mask itself, also, wasn't all glowy before he awakened(?). The glowy level of the mask, I think, is measuring how aware he is of his situation and, frankly, the strangeness of it. Maybe it's just Ranboo being Ranboo, but it is a bit strange that he just went along with whatever was going on and adapted to his surroundings. b!boo was just trying to leave. back to the glowy mask. It was off for b!boo and on for Ranboo and was flashing during the TV bits. And when the urn was knocked over, the button we pushed was "haunt." like there was some kind of spirit turning off Ranboo's awareness. And the hand that actually pushed it over had something green on it, that I see after rewatching some segments (now available on the ranboovods channel!). Like slimecicle or his ghouls. In addition, when the urn fell, b!boo didn't seem to notice it at first, even though it did make a sound he should have heard right away. The showfall media logo on the back of the mask I found interesting too. this may just be a little easter egg or marketing, but it may also be implying that showfall media is in some way canon to the genloss universe. plus the little glowy lines on the mask are kind of reminiscent of cat whiskers, which was probably not intentional or at least not important but i find adorable. The mask, also, probably serves a purpose other than being a mask and possibly more than measuring his level of awareness as previously theorized. his voice is muffled under it and it frankly doesn't look very comfortable, making it inconvenient as a mask. also it seems somewhat odd to me that the aforementioned measuring device and the mask are the same object.

when b!boo touched the ashes that were in the urn, he panicked and shouted "no" repeatedly and awakening(?). when he saw the ashes at first though, he merely remarked that "that wasn't supposed to happen." almost like he realized that touching the ashes was going to awaken(?) him and he didn't want that to happen, he didn't want to lose his awareness. and when the newly awakened(?) ranboo was looking around, he gestured to the camer and referred to it as a "weird painting." and when he looked behind the curtain for the keys, a demon figure was visible. this might have been slime, but the horns seemed bigger and the whole thing odd of slime to do. although ranboo seemed surprised by the demon (or perhaps the thunder and lightning that showed simultaneously) he didn't seem to think it was odd at all. the tape of doctor jekyll and mister hyde was of course suspicious, and i don't think I need to tell you why.

I found it odd that the house seemed to be arranged in one long line. likely just for ease of filming, but the arrangement seems to be canon thanks to camera moving through the wall during the period where ranboo was. sleeping. this in addition to the "basement" being at one end and the "attic" at the other. and then there was the dollhouse in the basement. some people were saying things about jerma? i don't know that much about him, honestly, or that stream he did (no offense intended i am new to the internet) but it's intersting how the lock was it the bed and the cabin is arranged like a dollhouse too. I also find it a matter of interst that RAnboo desdribed the basement as "well-lit."

the boss fights were weird. like i know they could have made the fighting more realistic and all, but with the layout of the house and the INCREDIBLY strange cooking show and the finidng the keys to open the door in the first room, it just looks like a video game. and just the way everyone acts and everything.

but one last things (i will almost definitely make additions to this)

during the cooking show, when ranboo was bieng threatened with pocket dimentiosn, he mentiosdf that hed been to the forest bvefore. a forest oly b!boo went too. so i dont know what to make of that, frankly. bye.

#ranboo #generation loss #genloss #genloss spoilers #loons toons

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invisiblegarters · 1 year

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Jack o' Frost Ep 6 - Finale

Getting around to this a tiny bit late because Midnight Museum has eaten my entire brain, but not as late as I could be (speaking of, MM ends this week so some sort of "here's what I missed when I was obsessing over the story of a maybe-alien and his immortal museum owning boyfriend brother" post will probably be coming. Or two. I don't know I often have too much to say about things).

Anywho.

When last we left off, Ritsu and Fumiya had decided to take some time apart, and that was probably for the best. Frankly Ritsu had every right to be furious, and everyone involved knew it. I don't think that he was pissed, though. At first, yes, but at the end he mostly just seemed sort of sad. Here he was falling in love with this man and it turns out that he'd both already done that and had the full relationship, complete with unhappy ending. Only the one person who should have told him that decided to use his amnesia as a reset button. While I can see the temptation, I also think it's kinda slimy and I wouldn't blame Ritsu for staying away for good.

Oh, the air of melancholy is definitely back. It went missing for a few episodes there.

Okay Fumiya's frustrated yell made me laugh. I get that he probably feels that he's not allowed to go after Ritsu, that he fucked up too much, and well. He did. A lot. But also, not going after Ritsu has been his issue all along. Over and over he decides to leave things to lie rather than try to fight for what he wants, and over and over that has been shown to be the wrong choice. It's Ritsu's decision, ultimately, whether he can learn to forgive Fumiya for what's happened, but I do think that Fumiya should consider letting him know that that's what he wants. Even if ultimately he's rejected. When has keeping his mouth shut worked for him?

HA! It' just doesn't feel like a proper JBL without someone running to their love interest (or chasing their LI around a school, if you're Hira and Kiyoi).

It'll be cute if they come together at the cafe. Like coming full circle.

It's gotta be so weird to take a trip down memory lane when you have a big blank spot in said memory.

Aw, was Ritsu into Fumiya before the cafe? And did he pursue art because of his priase? That's cute. That's very cute. And I mean, I can't say I blame him for wanting to draw Fumiya's face all the time. He's very handsome.

I'm glad he's remembering. While I get the impulse to want to forget all about a relationship when it ends, you'd lose all the good things, too.

Oh the melting effect on the window was nifty.

Um, I don't know. I think hiding a first meeting is a little less a violation than hiding an entire relationship, but that might just be me.

So are they gonna work on their issues here or what? Guys? Those issues that broke you up in the first place?

Okay I'm gonna take Ritsu saying he doesn't want to start over as him saying that they're gonna meet each other halfway as the people they are - the same people that broke up. Because otherwise I'll just work myself into a lather thinking about how saying you're gonna restart doesn't actually do anything without putting in the work to not end up in the same place you were before, and no one wants that.

To be fair I don't really think either of them wanted to break up in the beginning either. I just know that unless we actively try to avoid them, we are often doomed to repeat the same mistakes.

The end was cute, though. Maybe Fumiya is learning to chill a little. And I'll pretend that Ritsu got up afterwards and helped out, rejuvinated.

Final verdict: 8/10. I'm not sure it stuck the landing for me, but I really liked getting to this point. I enjoyed the quiet wistfulness, I loved that this was more adult and that Suzuki Kosuke got a lead role. I also really liked the way it was arranged - the flashbacks into their former relationship bleeding into the way that Fumiya acts with Ritsu, the echoes of how they used to be vs what they are now. I think maybe second chance romances aren't often for me, though, and that might be part of why I'm feeling kind of meh on this here at the end.

#jack o' frost #episode 6 #finale

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I just scrolled down hers and there’s only the same pic with him. Maybe others are on dumps or something. All other photos are not *hers*, just editorials etc. is her profile personal or professional? It’s so confusing, I can’t understand what she does or offers exactly..

I have no idea what her account is supposed to be. Content of it can be broken down like this:

1. Photos she didn’t take nor does she have any connection to anyone who took them (but she tags everyone involved in the photo like she does for some reason) a lot of them are tagged or ice studios as well which is blatant misrepresentation.

2. Photos that she didn’t take but one of her two friends did so she thinks she can steal credit and also somehow say Ice Studios was involved when they obviously weren’t

3. Photos that actually are from Ice Studios but she didn’t take them or edit them or arrange them nor was she involved in any way she’s just stealing them from Renell’a account.

4. Jamie content that she forces her way into or just films him while he’s in the background and unaware he’s being filmed

4. Bathing suit/bathtub/fitness photos of her doing “fitness” and that one really weird one about the domestic violence counselor thing (even though it’s a worthless piece of paper from an organization that was under investigation for tax fraud)

I have no idea what her account is supposed to be. Personal? Professional? Fan account for random magazines and celebrities? What is her business model for this account if it’s for professional reasons? To trick people into thinking she works for all these high profile magazines? If it’s personal, why does she mostly post photos that aren’t her and have nothing to do with her? If you click on her “message” button you’ll see it says business chat at the top.

So one would assume this is supposed to be a business account but how? Most of this stuff is not her business and has nothing to do with her business and even if it was all Ice Studios content, she doesn’t do any work for them. She doesn’t take the pictures. She doesn’t produce the images and I’m sure her low traffic low engagement consistently losing followers account isn’t marketing for them either.

So she’s a business account now? What for? What does her business do? Steal magazine covers and photoshoots that aren’t hers? Or is her intent to mislead prospective clients? But what kind of business is it? The only thing in her bio is a link to the Ice Studios shop like she desperately trying to get people to buy from it but also by posting completely unrelated shit to her account. All I know is that this is not the account of any professional in “the biz”. This is the account of a lying scam artist who has no idea what they are doing or how to market their own brand.

#jess moloney #ice studios #mail

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forbidden-creepypasta · 5 months

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Candlecove binges the 4chan archives

Here, I will look deep into the archives of 4chan's /x/ board, and post stuff that I find interesting.

For example, from a reality glitch thread:

When I was growing up, my friend and I would play on the upstairs landing of her house. On one wall was a little door, like an electrical door, that fascinated me. It was almost my height, and closed with an eyehook. One day, we decided to open it. We were a little frightened because we had been told not to touch it, but god dammit, we wanted to know what was behind it. We opened it up… And nothing was there. Just wood paneling. The odd part was that when we knocked on the wood, we heard an echo, suggesting that there was a passage behind the wood.

Now it gets weird, because years later, I went back to her house and wanted to investigate the door some more. But where it should have been, there was only smooth wall. I asked if her father had painted it over, but he hadn't. Even stranger, Hailey had no memory of it. To prove it was real, I knocked on the wall, and it was hollow. Fucking creeped me out.

Edit: Another one, from the same thread:

I was in my English class in middle school. We were playing a guessing game. Whoever could guess the number the teacher was thinking of got candy. I don't remember why we were playing it. Anyway, I really wanted that candy, and, being a stupid 12-year-old, stared really hard at my teacher's head to see if I could read her mind. I dunno, it made sense at the time.

So I'm starting at her, looking like a moron, when the whole room goes white for a second. I blink, and when I can focus again, she has this button on her shirt that wasn't there before. It's orange, and it has the number 17 on it. Right as I read it, I hear a male voice say '17' close to my ear. It surprised me, but it didn't scare me. after a few seconds, the button faded away. I raised my hand and guessed the number 17. Guess who won the candy and scared the hell out of our teacher?

Next is from a "Real Stories" thread:

It was about 6 years ago now. My parents had gotten their divorce, and after spending 2 years previously with my drunk of a father, I decided to live with my mom instead. I was already old enough to move out, I simply didn't have any opportunities to do so at the time.

So I moved into an empty room at my mom's place. Due to everything being chaotic, and lack of funds, I didn't have an actual bed at the time. So I instead got a lovely air mattress covered in duct tape in nigh-futile attempts to prevent deflation. Wonderful. Oddly enough though, I was able to get my hands on a TV, since my friends had a spare one lying around. I set that up near the door of the room, across from the mattress.

The house was a small rental. It was cheap, and it was terrible. The windows weren't double-paned, so there was a serious dust problem, and there were small cracks where spiders and ants constantly made their way in. To make matters worse, my mom had two very hairy dogs which she never seemed to bathe, and so the dust and dead bugs were coated with a second carpet weaved of discarded dog fur. The worst part? It was STILL better than living with my dad.

Anyways, the weird shit started pretty innocuously. I'd lost lots of sleep since every time my body hit the floor through the deflating air mattress, I'd wake up. Usually this happened several times a night. Being intuitive, though, I had managed to arrange a massive glut of pillows beneath me into a pseudo-mattress, and sleep would continue until I fell off.

Then I became aware that not every time I woke up was caused by the mattress.

I started realizing that sometimes, just in that half-asleep haze, where your eyes are still closed, but you're vaguely aware that your sleep has been interrupted, I'd hear a combination of static and a whispering voice.

The voice was unclear at first. It sounded simply like my brother was talking in his sleep in the next room, something he'd done since he was little. (He also tends to sleep-walk, which always creeped me out.) So I figured it was my imagination.

But then, as I got used to these cuts into my nightly schedule, I got into the routine of immediately opening my eyes when sleep ended, to speed up the process of returning to sleep. So one night, I wake up, and see my TV is on with static on, for about half a second before going black. Shrug it off, back to sleep.

A few nights later, the voice started becoming louder and clearer. "Help me", "It's all gone", lots of weird phrases were what I heard, as well as my own name. Obviously, got freaked out quite a bit from this, but I was aware of my sleeping issues and some slight depression and hallucinations in my past, so I convinced myself to ignore it and keep sleeping.

On top of this, there were some weird issues starting to crop up during the day. First of all, there was a child in town with some sort of birth defect. She was actually around 25, but due to the defect, she had the body of a slightly-deformed child, and the face of an old lady who just got punched a lot. Weird enough, she would just walk into homes if you left the door unlocked. She did this a lot. It's not connected to anything else here, it just made the place seem all the weirder.

Second of all, TVs and radios all around the house would turn on and off spontaneously from time to time. This could be again explained away, but more weird stuff at the same time makes you question the explanations, you know?

And third, and probably weirdest, were the absurd mood swings. I'd be perfectly happy one moment, and then suddenly crying uncontrollably for no reason FOR AN HOUR. My brother and mom had similar issues. My brother would get inexplicably angry, and my mom would get inexplicably scared, etc, etc. The weird part was that we were fully aware that we had no reason for any of the moods, but we just had the mood for no reason.

Then, after some time of everything going on like that, once again, I woke up in the dead of night to static and whispers of my name. As per standard operating procedures, I opened my eyes, pulled my body up, and looked toward the TV and door.

There, peeking out from the hall was the silhouette of a girl. Pitch-black, with white holes for eyes, and long black hair. It was only a quick second, then, as the TV turned off, she disappeared.

I damn near shit myself. I refused to sleep in my room any longer. That face convinced me that everything up until now was not simply a coincidence, and that there was something seriously wrong with the house. I was afraid of the whole house, but that room in particular was the worst one.

And before you say it, it was not the birth defect girl. She never comes out at night, and besides, the door was locked (as it was most often those days).

So I set up camp in the living room. There was no space on the floor, and there was no couch…the only place to sleep was a small loveseat which barely held 2/3 of my body's length. I managed to work it so that I would sleep in a half-sitting half-lying position across the length of it though, with pillows as a mattress.

But that wasn't enough. I was still scared shitless, and sleepless. So I decided to start leaving the lights on, and letting the dogs sleep beside me out there. Also, I started playing music while I slept. Anything to keep everything in that house off my mind.

But the TV out in the living room also suffered from the static issues. So I decided to set the TV every night to a Disney movie, and sleep with it on. Make fun of me if you want, I was scared of everything in that house, and Disney movies were the safest thing I could think of.

Of course, I told my mom and brother about it, since I had to explain my weird actions to them. They agreed that it was weird, but suggested I see a psychiatrist again as soon as possible. Looking back, it still could have been a psychiatric issue, but hey, hindsight is 20-20.

After a couple months of that, one night, I was woken up again (Nowadays, I was woken up by the sounds of Disney films rather than from static and whispers.) I heard a sound from down the hall. A slight whisper, or whimper, or something. Still can't place it exactly, all I know is, it sounded very very sad.

I still can't figure out why I decided it would be a good idea to figure out what was making the sound. It was a momentary lapse in sanity, or a momentary lapse in insanity, depending on how you see it. But nonetheless, I went down the hall, only to find that the sound came (surprise, surprise!) from my former room.

I turned the doorknob, and opened the door, and walked in, to find the entire room BLACK, but glowing with red-orange. The red-orange was coming from cracks in the walls, ceiling, and floor. The sound of static filled the room, and then I realized that it wasn't the sound of static, it was the roaring of flames licking the side of the room. And there, in the corner, in a fetal position, was the silhouette girl, making that same sad noise, and whispering various things throughout.

I ran away screaming. I know I woke up my family, and probably woke up a couple other people in the area. I ran out of the house, half-crying from fear. My mom came up to me, and managed to calm me down. She gave me a couple Advil PM's (The closest we could find to sleeping pills in the house) and I watched Lilo & Stitch until I passed out in the living room. And my former room? Well, it was normal whenever anyone went to check.

My nights were all drug-induced from that point forward. We ended up moving out a month or two after that, and as soon as we moved out, I got not only a new bed, but some serious sleep. The visions and whispers and mood swings disappeared the MOMENT we left that house.

Like I said, it could be electrical issues and hallucinations and lack of sleep. That's all possible. But whether it was that, or a gateway to hell, or a haunting from a girl who died in a fire, I just know I am never setting foot in that house again.

Me again, guys; did you miss me? From a recent post in /x/:

She just sat there, in a ball, sobbing. She kept saying "I'm sorry, I know I hurt you, I'm sorry". It's amazing how people think that saying sorry magically fixes everything. It's just a word, it means nothing, it solves nothing, comforts nobody and definitely doesn't justify what you're apologizing for 99% of the time. Her sobs turned to tears, they seemed to be genuine tears, apologetic tears, horrified tears. I think she finally understands that I'm not like her, when she said sorry for leaving me, she didn't mean it, she didn't care. When I leaned in and whispered in her ear that tonight was going to be her last, she knew I meant it.

#creepypasta #horror microfiction #creepy stories #horror fiction #reality glitches #real stories

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quagsthecryptid · 1 year

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I hate how everything has been rearranged in the mobile app holy shit. The SHOP BUTTON,,,, is RIGHT WHERE YOUR ACCOUNT USUALLY IS. To now access your own blog, you have to tap the weird and hard to find button in the top of the scrolling page, which SUCKS. I hate it.

And that’s not even talking about how they got rid of the really fun swirly post maker button, which I loved. It was a top tier feature on the site. Same with the way that the trending page was previously arranged.

And tumblr live? I’m pretending that shit doesn’t exist. It is perpetually snoozed because I hate it so much. Staff better stop ruining this for us. It’s bad enough that there’s still multiple bots to block every. single. day. ANYWAYS,

The poll feature is wonderful. Thank you for that. So much good and fun has come out of it. I hope y’all are having a great day.

#90% sure staff won’t ever see this #but oh well #if they get enough complaints it might change

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blueeyedgeorgie · 3 years

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Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat, back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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17wishbones · 3 years

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Whew! It is now time to post the sequel for this little short series I made. Again, it’ll be no more than 7 chapters with the parts split if it’s a continuation. I’m super ecstatic to post this. I’ve been thinking, editing, and brainstorming ideas for this so I hope it reads well for you all. So please, come and enjoy KIMETSU DAIGAKU: SUNFLOWER’S BLESSING. The name may change in the future. Other than that, enjoy chapter 1! :> SN: All are welcome to read, but this is a POC reader insert, FYI. That is all! SN2: I studied Japanese for a time and studied abroad but that was years ago so excuse me if some of the written dialogue is rough. Wanted to show (reader) learning the language even if it’s real easy, conversational sentences. SN3: Rengoku in a button-up white shirt, khakis and a tie? *slams down credit card* - - - - - - - - Chapter I: RENGOKU-SENSEI, RENGOKU-SENSEI

Everyday, so far, was a surprise when it came to Rengoku.

You honestly didn’t know what to do with yourself. You had thought studying with Rengoku would be an after school sort of thing as you mingled in classes with other students but somehow, he was able to catch you from different periods for almost a whole week!

Mayamoto-sensei encouraged engagement with local students at the university so she allowed you to go with your new teacher everyday. Jealousy riled the others on how you were getting special treatment other than being the only brown-skinned girl on this trip.

It bothered you sometimes, because it wasn’t anything like that! But every greeting from Rengoku was positive and enthusiastic. He greeted you kindly in both English and Japanese. He taught you well, proving that he can be strict, attentive, and instructive. Then, at the end, he’d engage you in short conversations to see how well he was doing teaching you the language and how well you were catching on.

“You did great today, _____! You’ve already made great strides on your flow!”

“That’s because you’re a great teacher, Rengoku-sensei. You did have me sweating bullets the first few days, though. I didn’t think I would catch up.” You closed and put your notebook in your bag. “I feel bad because the others don’t like that I get one-on-one time with you like this.”

“Ah, they’re jealous, I see!” He crossed his arms over his chest, his smile forever wide. It was this pose that had you thinking this was déjà vu, but you don’t know why. “Then it can’t be helped! Don’t worry yourself about what they think!”

“I shouldn’t?”

“Nn!” He locked eyes with you again and spoke proudly with his chest out. “Set your heart ablaze and move onward!” An explosive aura filled the room and warmed your body. “No matter what anyone else says, you do what you think in your heart is right!”

Your heart beat fast and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. ‘Why does he look at me like that? Why does he make me feel this way?’ His burning gaze made you feel like he only saw you in his world, but you shook the thought away.

“Is there something on your mind, _____?”

Your eyes shifted, looking for anything else to say other than what was on your mind. It’d be weird to just be like, ‘hey, I like you and would jump your bones anytime!’ Instead, you found the clock and remembered. “I wanted to visit the flower shop, and see the flower arrangements. I saw one on my way to the girls’ dorm.”

“Let me accompany you!” Rengoku’s open offer made you blush. “I freed myself for the evening just in case!”

This shocked you. “W-what about your schoolwork?”

“I finished it all this morning before meeting with you!”

“And your… colorful friends??” You saw him speak with a few interesting people but he quickly came to you the moment you walked into the fray.

“I have already informed them of my plans this morning!” Your face cracked. He had an answer for everything! “I want to be a good teacher for you and help you as much as I can!”

“Why, Rengoku-sensei?” You asked, curious at what his reason could be.

“Because I like you, _____-chan!”

Your eyes almost popped out. ‘Like me? Like… ‘like me’ like me? Or just like being around me? Whew, boy, you need to stop playing with me because I don’t think my heart can take all of this!’

“Are you ready to go to the flower shop?”

“Y-Yes! Let me get my things, Rengoku-sensei.”

“Kyōjurō.” He corrected you.

“Oh! Kyōjurō…” you circled through the honorifics that he taught you, trying to remember which one was appropriate. “...-kun?”

“Hmm?” He sounded, wanting you to repeat yourself once more.

“Kyōjurō-kun, right?”

A small blush warmed his fair cheeks as he nodded in agreement. “Nn!” He hadn’t expected you to call him that fondly and it ignited his determination to get close to you. A month was not enough time, but he was going to make it work.

You both headed down the slope of the school, crossing a lone shop with beautiful arrangements set everywhere. You ‘ooh’ed and ‘awe’d at each flower that Rengoku named outloud. You repeated, of course. You felt like you were in your own heaven as you gazed at, touched, and smelled the flowers.

You were so happy.

What caught your eyes next were the large, golden blooms held high on long stalks. “Kyōjurō-kun,” he looked over and an overwhelming feeling washed over him when you stood next to the sunflowers, grinning from ear to ear as you asked him, “What’s a sunflower called?”

‘_____, if I could name them after you.’ He walked up next to you, bathing himself in your presence. “Himawari.”

“Himawari. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful flower.”

“I think so, too.” Rengoku wasn’t talking about the sunflower, however.

“Ah, konnichiwa,” you greeted the florist, “Kore wa ikura desu ka?” (How much is this?)

“Go-hyaku-jyuu yen desu.” (500 yen.)

“That’s like… 500 yen, yeah? I think I got it.” As you looked in your bag for the coins instead of breaking the 1000 yen bill.

“Arigatou gozaimasu!” (Thank you so much!) Rengoku bowed and received your wrapped sunflower before handing it to you. “Douzo, _____-chan!” (Here, _____!)

“Ah, Kyōjurō-kun, you didn’t have to buy it for me, but thank you so much!”

“Why wouldn’t I want to buy something for you?” He questioned as you both left the shop. “As I said, I like you, _____-chan! And I want to spend time with you outside of school.”

“Like… together?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, well, honestly, I’d be down for that! Since boys aren’t allowed in the girls dorm, where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss you,” he answered shamelessly, “Hold you, and never let you go!” You both made eye contact on the walk back. “Though, I have been holding myself back in case you didn’t like me.”

His words electrified you and he hadn’t even touched you yet in any way whatsoever. “It’s not like you’re handsome or anything…”

“You think I’m handsome?” He beamed suddenly.

You tried playing coy but this kind of mannerism didn’t work for you and, honestly, you liked Rengoku’s straightforwardness. “Yes, I do. When we first met, I liked you instantly. You made me feel so nervous and so excited at the same time.”

“Oh?” He thought for a moment. “Can I hold your hand?” He asked sweetly. “I don’t want you to feel nervous around me, only excited! Happy! Loved!”

“Are you sure that’s okay? Won’t people stare more than they already do at us?”

“I don’t care if they do or don’t! Let them stare! As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.” He gently linked his rough hands with your soft ones, locking them. “I feel I am the luckiest man alive right now because you’re here with me!”

“How many girls have you told that to?”

“Only you, my Sunflower!”

You choked on your own spit. “Your Sunflower? You’re so sure I’m not taken?”

“Yes and yes! I hope to have you for myself as well.”

“For my short time here?”

Rengoku shook his head. “Forever.”

‘Oh my god. Did he just charm his way into my heart?’ You felt the sincerity in his words and saw the genuity in his owlish eyes. “This all really feels like déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu?”

“Like this happened before. It’s… familiar.”

“Nn! It’s fate that we met as we did!”

‘Fate, huh?’ You didn’t notice that you arrived at the girls’ dorm. “Oh, we’re here!” You thought to loosen your hand from his but your arm suddenly didn’t work with you. He wasn’t letting go either. “Our plans tonight are…?”

“Nani o shitai desu ka?” (What do you want to do?)

“Uh!” Always catching you off guard like that kept you on your toes. Besides, practice made perfect. “Karaoke… ni ikitai desu yo!” (I want to go to Karaoke!)

“Nanji ni ikitai desu ka?” (What time do you want to go?)

Your thinking of literally translating what you wanted to say from English to Japanese made each response a little slow. It took time to gain fluency. “Hachiji ii desu ka?” (8 o’clock okay?)

“Close! “Hachiji de ii desu ka” but you did a great job nonetheless! And yes, 8 is fine with me.”

“So…” you felt reluctant to leave him now even if for a few hours, “I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll wait for you to change and pack up some clothes!” You looked at him incredulously. “As I said, I want to kiss you, hold you, and never let you go! At least for a night!” Though he spoke his desire, ‘Am I asking too much from her all of a sudden? I can’t read the cute and twisted expressions on her face yet. It is her choice to—’

“Let’s do it!” Rengoku’s mouth dropped in surprise. “The dorm gates close at 9pm anyway, for whatever reason, while the boys are allowed to go out and do as they please with the gate open.” You huffed, annoyed. “Oh. Where do you live?”

“I live in an apartment 20 minutes down the road.”

“All by yourself?”

“Mhm! I can’t wait to show you! So be quick, Sunflower!” He happily guided you across the gate by the small of your back.

You held in your panic as you got a set of clothes for tomorrow, gathering what you could quickly so you didn’t cross the other students and was out and about with Rengoku as soon as possible.

Honestly, you barely avoided them as you came outside, took him by the hand, and rushed off. They were sure to talk about you, or maybe not at all. You had an over friendly and trusting disposition to a fault, but you were adventurous and open minded. - - - - - - - - - - - Chapters: 1 (Part 1)/ (Part 2)/ (Part 3) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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Lore thoughts 2/6 “History with Eret and Eryn”

Ok in this post we’ll be looking over the lore streams by Eret and Eryn from February 6th. (I guess maybe these are more like ‘Lore Overview’ + thoughts XD)

Again we won’t go over every little thing that happened, just what main points and anything I find notable.

This was a pretty chill stream, nothing big, but some nice reminiscing and a few funny moments.

(note that I have not seen all of Eryn’s streams, but I think I am up to date on the most important parts.)

Eret and Eryn have arranged to meet for Eret to give Eryn a history of the smp lesson. Eret is out on a walk, and when they return Eryn is there waiting for them.

Eryn has sent a letter to Eret asking for said lesson, and after a weird first impression, Eret agrees. Eret wants to know first though for confirmation that Eryn is not going to be using this information for bad things though. Eryn says there’s not much he can give, but he’s heard Eret likes to collect rare things, so he’s brought some to give.

Eryn gives Eret a Warden’s keycard (where did he get this? did I just forget?) Eryn tells Eret not to open it though. Eret is very surprised, and asks Eryn how in the world he got this. Eryn just says “I have my ways. I wear a ninja costume for a reason.” Eret agrees to not question it, and they leave to the museum for the tour/lesson.

They starts where they begin, the castle. Then they enter into the community house. They talk about how the smp is a great place, but also a not so great place. “Lot’s of people have died here” They talk about how Eret is one of the few that has never died though.

Eryn then brings up that he has been collecting taxes in his time here, and thought it best to give to the king. The tax book has signatures from Las Nevadas, Snowchester, Kinoko, Wilbur?, Badboyhalo, Tommy, and the CatMaidCo. Eret says they are liking Eryn more and more.

So Eret resumes the tour, starting by telling the tale of the Community house, how it has been destroyed many times. Then they go to Church Prime. The bell is missing, and Eret says they’ll have to find a replacement.

They talk a little about how Tubbo’s original house was burnt down in the L’manburg days, and how it was because Tubbo was on the L’manburg side, and Eryn asks what side Eret was on. Awkward moment, Eret then decides to explain that they Were on the L’manburg side.

After passing by the ice cream store, they make it to the Museum. Eret explains a few things, the original community house, the Camarvan, the walls.

Eryn makes a comment that the Dsmp asking them not to make drugs seems like a pretty reasonable request....

While looking at the maps Eryn asks what the red stuff is, and so Eret starts explaining the Egg. Eryn says “I punched that one time. It hurt me” Eret than asks if that's what is going on with Eryn’s arm, and Eryn says “unrelated but I feel like it might start becoming related.” (So no, but based on some other things we’ve seen there is a possibility that Eryn is involved with some egg lore.)

Eret then brings him over to the control rooms. And starts to tell their story:

“My whole story, was that I saw war as a bad thing. I wanted L’manburg to reintegrate into the smp. I wanted everyone to stop fighting, I wanted peace. The way I saw that, having built the walls and helped L’manburg so much, was to deliver a crushing blow to them, their military. In this room, I brought them all into here, pressed the button, and it opened several doors letting in the entire Dream smp army. We, they slaughtered the L’manburgians.”

Eryn asked if they were that bad. The L’maburgians had Tubbo, and Tommy...

Eret simply replies that “They were trapped so there was no way to escape. And, at the time, I thought it was never meant to be... But they, that only seemed to give them more strength. And so they fought back, and they built up again. Wilbur built his army, Wilbur built his force, they built everything I knew.... And then this happened.”

Eret brings them to the second Control room, where Wilbur pushed the button and it all went down. “In case you can’t tell by the signs, Wilbur went insane.” “Wilbur pushed the button, saying my line ‘It was never meant to be’, and just like that, L’manburg was blown up. They tried to rebuild one more time and then Dream came and finished them off. Everyone from L’manburg has spread their different ways now.”

Eret also shows a map of the smp before L’maburg was blown up, and explains his two towers. “I originally build those towers, because I wanted to intimidate L’manburg.”

They then exit the museum and go to the real life L’maburg, looking at how it’s changed. They go into the real control room. Eryn says how this is all really cool, but it’s also really sad. Eret says how “I’d like to say it’s genius, but I also feel really bad.” They mention that well Eret did kill people, so of course you feel bad. Eret mentions that she’s also doing better with some of them, Tubbo, and things are getting better.

Eryn then brings up, not to be weird, but he may have been watching ‘The Saving Michael’ event, and snapped a few pictures for his newspaper. ( So Eryn is a tax collector and a news reporter XD)

They next go to Tommy’s house. Eret mentions they’ll make their way to the prison. and Eryn says he’s been in there. “I wouldn't say, well legally. but I mean.” (One of Eryn’s first streams he broke into the prison.) Eret asks if this was how he got the access key, and Eryn says that no, that was a different time.

Eryn then shows Eret the creepy Dream shrine room he made in Tommy’s house, and Eret is surprised. One of the signs says “he didn’t do anything wrong” Eret stops him and asks him if he actually believes any of this?

And Eryn says “Well ok ok, hear me out. I’m a bit of a prankster, and so, Tom went, Tom was like ‘I don’t have any purpose without Dream’, and I was like ‘Where’s Dream?’ and he was like ‘Well he’s in prison’ so I was like ok, well if we put Tom in prison then now he’s with Dream. Then, you know, he’ll have, you know, he’ll have a purpose again. But you know it didn’t work.”

Eryn kinda laughing now, also mentions that he was the one that stole the Prime bell, and that it’s right here as part of his shrine. and That well, he was just trying to get Tommy in the prison. Eret asks again why, why would he want Tommy in the prison. And just to clarify, Eryn doesn’t believe in this sign that Dream didn’t do anything wrong right? Eryn responds that “well, I don’t really, I don’t really know they guy. He’s, he’s chill. He hasn’t done anything wrong to me you know?” (Eryn is not doing well at gaining friends XD) He continues, “You know actually wait, look, look what he gave me” He pulls out a totem. (So Dream has given a totem to both Eryn and Skeppy now... hmmmm) “He gave me one of these. So I mean, umm.”

Eret stops him once again, but just doesn’t have the words. Eryn continues “I mean, I don’t think, I don’t want to make any presumptions, but he hasn’t done anything bad to me, so how can he be, how can I say he’s a bad guy?”

Eret seems a little flabbergasted, laughs “Dream is, literally the villain of the entire server.... I’m not sure if I trust you as much any more. You given me no reason to trust you, I’m not sure where you stand Eryn.”

Eryn tries to defend himself by saying he doesn’t know, and that this is Eret educating him. Eret still just doesn’t know what to say. “Eryn you give me many reason to like you, and then you give me many red flags. I’m not sure how to feel about you.”

They exit the shrine room and Tommy’s house, and continue making their way towards the prison.

Eryn says that “All I’m trying to do, is get people to recognize me, everyone just seems to shun me you know? I’m like the new guy, and everyone’s like ‘Hey, well, you didn’t tell us where Dream went after he broke out of the prison’ and I’m like ‘well I didn’t even know Dream was a bad guy.’ you know. And I just want people to ya know, hang out with me and stuff.”

Eret then has an idea, to take Eryn somewhere, something to prove to Eryn that Dream is a bad guy. “So Tommy, has had a long history with Dream. And I think there’s something I can show you, that will prove that Dream is not a good guy. So Dream was imprisoned in this prison, for almost a year, almost an entire year behind these prison’s walls.” “I’m going to take you to where Dream, put Tommy in exile. for a long time. No one could meet up with Tommy.”

So Eret starts bringing him to the exile area. Along the way Eryn also asks who Quackity is. Eret tell him, and Eryn says “oh, I think I killed his horse once.” Eret says once again that Eryn has lots of red flags. They also talk about Sapnap, and how Eryn killed Sapnap (non cannon) and that Sapnap tried to kill Michael. So Eret says that ok maybe that's one good point to Eryn.

They make it to the island. “I don’t know too much about what happened here myself, I just know what this place is.” The look around, see the old Christmas tree, walk towards the crater. “This was Logsteinshire. It was where Tommy was put in exile by Dream. I think Tubbo actually put him in exile, but Tubbo was under Dream’s manipulation at the time.” Eryn asks why didn’t Tubbo just not exile him? And Eret explains that through lots of manipulation, lots of pressure, threatening L’manburg.

They pass by the blue, by Mexican Dream’s grave. They talk about the tower, Eryn doesn’t quite understand it, thinks Tommy was just doing a cool clutch, but Eret tries to explain the true meaning. They approach the beach party area, and Eret explains how Dream lied and manipulated Tommy through the party. How Dream had control of the invites, told Tommy he invited people, and used no one coming to get Tommy on his side.

Eryn is very surprised by this, “I mean this Dream guy, did he have a reason to do all this?”

Eret says it’s a long story. “A story where Dream and Tommy were fighting over a couple of discs, ever since day 1 of the smp.” he explains because of their sentiment. It meant enough to fight back and forth for them. How this place was where Tommy was, and thought he was, alone for several months. And how no one knew where he was, and the one’s that did were told to stay away.

They then leave the exile area, entering into the nether. Eryn falls into the lava, and tells Eret not to be afraid, that he’s is part demon and so is ok. And that he likes to call Badboyhalo his dad. That they played chess, he killed Bad, and now he views Bad as a dad.

Next they go JSchlatt’s grave. Eret starts telling the story of Pogtopia. Of Dream’s influence there. Eryn says he’s heard bits that Schlatt is still around (glatt) and that Schlatt was like a mafia boss.

While looking over some of this stuff know that Eret does have a few wrong. There’s not really a way for c!Eret to have known them. Eret also still thinks Wilbur is dead.

So they make their way to Pogtopia. Eryn points out it means “People of God.” (religious Tommy :) ) Eret then tells what they know of Pogtopia what happened there. We hear about Techno, the resistance, and Wilbur’s insanity. Eryn also asks if Eret has ever killed anyone, to which Eret says no, but they hired Techno to kill George. This leads to Eryn pointing out that Eret doesn't seem to like to get their hands dirty. In all these stories it was other people doing the killing for Eret.

They pass by Boomer Ville, where Vikk and Lazer lived, and Eryn asks where they are. Eret says she doesn’t know, they haven't been seen in a while (We know they are died. Dream’s experiments.) Eret says they should probably be concerned about the number of people that just seem to disappear, it is strange.

Next they go to the egg base, where Eret tells what they know of the egg. Eryn says that ‘oh Bad he reminded me of the egg. You know I felt a connection to it.’ Eret tells Eryn about the red banquet. How they wanted to kill Eret as the king, but Foolish stood up for her. That Foolish didn’t do it because Eret was the king, but for something deeper, that Eret is still trying to figure out.

Eryn says he thinks he better understand everything now, that ok Dream is a bad guy. Eret also mentions how people still view them as a bad guy, and they’re trying to earn people’s trust, but its hard, and that even the people they never betrayed are warry of them.

They enter into Dream’s old mountain base, and notice the bedrock. Eryn says whatever was here must have been important (The death note) and also mentions the “little flying Dream that gives people powers and things” (Dream XD) And that Eryn met Dream XD when hanging with Foolish, and that Xd gave him the power not to die.

(What have we learned? Eryn wants friends, he runs around trying to make friends with people, and keeps seeing everything. He keeps accidently doing bad things, getting involved in things, and scaring people away by saying he likes Dream.)

While going over the people he’s met and things he’s done, he brings up Sam. Which leads Eret to saying how they put Sam in the prison, and how yeah maybe they could go visit him soon. (Sam is dead now by this point I think...?) Eryn asks if Sam is a bad guy then, and Eret gives their opinion that yeah, he’s done some pretty bad stuff.

The last thing Eryn wants for Eret to do, is to make him a knight. Eret looks confused and lost for words like “You have so many red flags, I don’t want to.” Eret mentions that this came out of nowhere, and that he has given a out said red flags. Eryn shows off his powerful knight armor to try to convince her. Eret says that they ‘trust’ him, want to better trust him and hang out, but he cannot make him a knight yet. Eryn has to do more to prove his worth.

They part ways, and the lore is done.

One last thing Eret says “wow, I’m not sure what to think of Eryn. I am not sure what to think of him at all. He’s... gota, got a lot of red flags that guy, a lot of red flags. He’s given me the warden access book, he’s given me armor that is more powerful than the armor I currently wear. He’s interested in the smp, his mind seems to be in the right place, but, the number of red flags he gives off does leave me a little bit spooked. I think that if he’s able to prove himself, we’ll be able to work together, we will do stuff together. “

And so Tax duo was born :D

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Wow what an interesting Stream.

I gotta agree with Eret that Eryn is a strange character, I don’t know what's going on with him. He is a bit awkward in my opinion, in a good way :D He just seems to not be able to read the room, and says things pretty randomly.\ and out of no where. c!Eryn seems to be a bit of an over sharer, he did not need to tell us about all those red flags.

Skeppy and him have been given Totems by Dream, but why did Dream do this? Is he hoping to recruit them have them on his side?

I also enjoyed that Eryn explained some of the stuff he did, aka the Dream shrine, because some people didn’t know he did it, and thought Dream did. Dream only left the creepy disc.

Eret was wonderful, I always love c!Eret content. Eret not necessarily trying to defend their actions, not down play it, just telling the truth. Having to reminisce on your past mistakes, and help Eryn see how Dream is a bad guy. We also got some more insight about Eret’s pov and what they know of the history of the smp in regards to some things.

Overall a fun informative stream :)

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