#this one sorta came out my butt

[abcjxyzyeo]

Mr Brightside.

summary; Ever since you joined the gaang, Zuko had kept his eye on you. Even tho he hasn't officially joined your team, he thought you were kind, sweet, and good looking. But unfortunately for him, his mind tormented him with thoughts of you and Sokka, assuming you two were a couple. When he finally joined, he tried to make a move but yet it only confirmed his fears. Until...

Pairing; Zuko x afab!Reader(romantic) , Sokka x afab!Reader(platonic)

AN; !!!!! first post !!!!! Kinda nervy writing this cuz it's my first time writing something but I been on my avatar shiiii so yk I gotta do what I gotta do !! Anyways yea this is like kinda sorta based on Mr. Brightside by The Killers but it's also like not ?? And again it's my first time writing so the plot and dialogue and everything abt it is def messy and possibly rushed but pshh enjoy !! And also not to be a lil spoiler but ofc Zuko and y/n get together in the end 😘😘😘

Warning; Angst(???), F!reader(mentioned !!), sex and sexual implications(???) idfk 😭😭😭

Zuko paced back and forth, unsure what to do. You were the only thing on his mind, it bothered him and he had to do something about it. But yet ever since that day when you two first met, Zuko couldn't let go of the fact you were probably Sokka's girl. But he couldn't let go of your kindness, you sat and cried next to his uncle that had just been struck with lightning. But obviously, his emotions getting the better of him, he shot fire at you and Katara. He watched as Sokka grabbed your hand and waist pulling you up and running away. But eventually when he had gathered all his courage(which took a while) and his strength he walked up to you.

Comin' out of my cage and I been doin' just fine Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all

"Hey y/n." he grimly uttered

"Zuko! Hey! Why so down? Did someone die?" you chuckled to yourself

"Uh n-no. I was just wond-"

Just when he was about to admit his feelings, here came the killer of all his courage. Strutting with intensifying ego. Sokka. With widened eyes, Zuko stared as Sokka scooped you up and twirled you around. Wrapping your beautiful arms around his neck and burying your head with them. Zuko looked down and saw his hands firmly carry you while holding your ass. A twinge of pain and jealousy struck his intestines hard and fierce.

"What's on your mind?" You said with immense joy in your voice, but yet not looking Zuko in the eyes. Your attention now only focused on Sokka staring into his dazzling eyes.

"Uh, can I talk to you.. alone." Staring dejectedly at Sokka, and he simply shrugs, setting y/n down and walking away.

Zuko can tell you are obviously annoyed, and it worries him. Maybe he isn't wrong and you and Sokka are a thing, his palms start to become slick with sweat and he lets out an exasperated sigh with a low flame following.

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

You watch as Zuko walks intensely closer, invading all your personal space. It wasn't a problem with you but it was definitely confusing. Zuko opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. Letting out a groan of frustration, he made a quick fast move. Grabbing the back of your neck and the small of your back, pulling you in and landing his lips on yours. At first for one mere second you found yourself kissing him back for a second, but when you came to your senses you pushed him off. Zuko falling flat on his butt and looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"Zuko what the hell?" You yell trying to shake off the weird feeling in your gut

"Y/n I'm sorry!" He tries to yell while you turn and run towards Sokka, great, you just kissed some guys girlfriend, he thought. "Ugh, I can't believe how stupid I am!" pitiful tears welled up in his eyes before he violently wiped them before they could even think of spilling out of his delicate eyes, god that was embarrassing. He got up and threw himself in his tent to try and take a nap to even forget what he did.

Now I'm fallin' asleep and she's callin' a cab While he's havin' a smoke and she's takin' a drag Now they're goin' to bed and my stomach is sick And it's all in my head

Zuko throws the sheets off of him, sitting up in a cold sweat. He wipes the sweat off the back of his neck.

"Shit," he utters

He kept having weird dreams about you and Sokka, as if he was looking right at you two, having to watch a repeating nightmare of the girl of his dreams get taken by another guy. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Clutching his stomach that's tied in all forms of tight painful knots making his throat slick with spit. Maybe if he just thought of anything else he would have some form of nice sleep.

But she's touchin' his chest now He takes off her dress now Let me go And I just can't look, it's killin' me And takin' control

Zuko was having yet another horrid nightmare, but it felt all too real. He had left his tent and made his way to yours to apologize for stepping over lines. Weird noises, smells, and heats emitted from your tent though. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it up, horrified at the scene in front of him. A topless Sokka laid over you on the ground, he was carefully stripping you of all your clothes. You looking over and making straight eye contact with Zuko as Sokka slides himself in.

Zuko shoots his upper body up covering his eyes and yelling. Softly opening up his eyes he realizes it was all a bad dream. But oh God what if that's actually happening? He wipes the sweat off his forehead and swiftly got up and out of his tent in one motion.

Jealousy, turnin' saints into the sea Swimmin' through sick lullabies Chokin' on your alibis

Zukos eyes landed on Sokka watching you practice your earth bending. He slipped down into a spot next to Sokka and blissfully watched a girl he can never have. He looked at Sokka through his peripheral vision, that very familiar pinch of jealousy hitting close to home.

"You're a lucky guy," he uttered

That caught Sokka by surprise and he laughed

"What?"

"Y/n, look how talented she is! And she's kind and pretty, and she's yours."

This caused Sokka to laugh even harder

"Lighten up Zuko! Y/n isn't my girlfriend, she's just a close friend of mine being Suki's sister and all. I see Suki a lot in Y/n and according to Azula with Suki in prison it's nice to still have a piece of her somewhere."

But it's just the price I pay Destiny is callin' me

This caused Zukos eyes to widen fiercely. Everything he had worried about simply drifted away, even if you had rejected him he still felt worlds better. A giant boulder sized relief fell of his shoulders.

Y/n saw Zuko and Sokka sitting together and waved to both the boys with a happy smile, walking up to them and nodding Sokka off. Leaving the earth bender and the fire bender alone. Before you could say anything Zuko shot up from the floor.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I never meant to overstep any boundaries I just thought-"

He was cut off by the feeling of lips on his own

"You talk too much," you giggled "I'm sorry for brushing you off earlier I was just caught by surprise and I was nervous. But I do like you Zuko."

Zuko smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into yet another kiss.

"I like you too."

Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside

#zuko #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko x reader #sokka #atla sokka #sokka/zuko

[lovingmattysposts]

Quiet 3

P1 P2 P4 P5 P6 P7

pairing: y/n and Matt sturniolo

summary: a girl with a lot of baggage and a boy with even more try to help put each others pieces back together one by one. A story about a girl who’s broken and a boy who doesn’t talk.

warnings: mentions of bullying

"Thank you for what you did today, you didn't have to do that" I mumbled as we walked. He just looked down at me for a brief second and then shrugged.

"Tell your mom the sandwich was good" I chuckled up at him. His face twisted and he looked down at me with a cloud of hurt. My mouth opened to ask him what I said but he just looked away from me and kicked off his feet in other direction.

"Wait! Quiet boy!" I yelled but he was already aways away from me. I sighed of defeat. I bit my lip as he walked away from me. "Wait" I whispered to myself.

I felt like I had a bad magnet attached to me. Everywhere I went I repelled people. I swallowed before looking down at my feet before walking forward towards my house.

I wanted to figure him out, but another part of me didn't. He seemed complicated, but who isn't?

"Pirates, early mornings, stuffed animals.." I whispered as my eyes glued on my feet. I will get through this day.

I heard screeching of tires before I realized I was standing in the middle of the road. I looked up before falling on my butt from the bright light in my face.

I braced for the impact of the car, but nothing came. I just held my hand up as my heart beat out of my chest. I closed my eyes as I breathed.

"Oh my god. Oh my god"

I blinked my eyes open before I heard a car door slam. I looked up seeing a boy with blonde hair running up to me.

"Oh my god. Are you okay? I am so sorry--Fuck" He shook his head as he came over me. I took in a breath once I realized I wasn't dying and I stood up wiping the grime off my hands onto my legs from the road.

"Yeah, I'm fine" I breathed. He stood next to me slightly shaking. "Are-Are you sure? I wasn't looking and I--fuck I almost hit you with my car" He said frantically.

"Yeah I noticed" I said shaking my head. "I should have just let you hit me" I mumbled. He furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" He asked shaking his head. I looked up at him, realzing normal people don't say shit like that.

"I'm joking" I stated. Sorta. He let out a breath, placing his hands on his hips. "Oh. Right" He nodded. I sighed and he looked down at my arm that took the blow to my fall.

"Shit, your arms bleeding" He breathed holding his hand out to my arm. I looked down seeing my elbow spilling out blood down my arm. I sighed.

"It's fine I have some bandaids at home" I said shaking my head looking up at him, finally getting a good look at him. His eye were brown and his hair was a shagy blonde. He was taller than me and was wearing a Ralph Lauren polo.

"You're sure you're okay?" He asked looking down at me. I nodded softly. He sighed and looked towards his car. "Can I at least give you a ride so I clear my conscience?" He asked motioning towards his car.

I blinked at him.

"I'm not really into the whole 'getting into cars with strangers thing' " I said looking at him. He chuckled and looked down.

"I'm Jake, nice to meet you. See now not strangers" He smiled at me. I sighed and looked towards his car. My eyes widened.

A Jaguar F-type convertable. Black with white leather.

"If it'll clear your conscience" I mumbled as I gravitated towards the sports car. He chuckled as he nodded and walked towards the car. My eyes scanned it wondering if I was dreaming and it would disappear. I almost wanted to apologize for almost staining the car with my body parts.

My hand ran over the side of it before pulling the handle of the car and sliding in, careful to not get any blood on the white leather. He sighed as he got in and slammed the door closed.

"Sorry it's kind of a mess in here, I was on my way to practice" He said as he pulled the car back into drive. I shook my head. I didn't even notice the clothes. I only noticed the fact that it looked like a spaceship inside it.

I didn't know these cars existed in real life. I thought they just made them to take pictures of and post it for people who wished they could afford it. But I was wrong. It was real and I was sitting in it.

"No, it's...fine" I breathed as I looked around shamelessly. He glanced over at me admiring his car and chuckled. "It's nice right? My parents gave it to me. My dad said the white leather hurt his eyes" He chuckled shaking his head.

I forced my jaw not to drop. He gave up a 100K car because white hurt his eyes?

"Right" I stated looking at him, clearly understanding we came from two different worlds. I had to wonder if I get to get dinner that night, he gets sport cars when his dad’s in a bad mood. He looked forward.

"Where am I going exactly?" He chuckled as he pulled out of the neighborhood I was walking in. I slumped back in my seat. Right. He didn't know where I lived. I sat up looking over his dash.

"Uh you know the neighborhood over by Charlotte? The one at the very end of the street?" I asked looking over at him. He nodded. "You can just drop me there" I said slumping in my seat.

I didn't live on Charlotte, but I lived in the neighborhood behind it. I didn't want Jaguar Boy to see where I lived. His car cost more than my house.

"What's your name?" He asked glancing over to me. "Y/n" I stated. He nodded. "What school do you go to?" He asked. "Heights" I replied. His eyebrows furrowed.

"What? I go to Heights. Why have I never seen you? I'm sure I'd remember a face like yours" He said looking down at me. I furrowed my eyebrows. "What's that suppose to mean?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

He chuckled.

"It means your pretty, Y/n" He smiled. My eyes widened and I looked out the window. I don’t think anyone other than my mother has ever called me pretty. I blinked at him a few times before realizing he was serious. I cleared my throat as my cheeks darkened.

"I'm new. Today was only my second day" I explained brushing off the compliment. He nodded.

"Well, i'll make sure to look out for you" He smiled. I nodded and smiled to myself. A friend. I silently praised myself before we pulled out to the neighborhood on Charlotte.

The car rolled to stop. I looked over at him. "You're getting better at the whole stopping thing" I chuckled. He chuckled and nodded. "I am sorry, about your arm and everything" He motioned to my elbow. I shook my head as I opened the door.

"Don't worry about it" I nodded as I closed the door. I turned to walk away when the window rolled down.

"Wait Y/n"

I turned and looked at him.

"Do you like hockey?" He asked through the window. I shurgged. "I don't know. I'm from Florida" I said back. He smiled and shook his head. "Do you think you might like hockey?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Come watch me play sometime" He stated. I smiled. "Yeah, okay" I nodded and he smiled before rolling up his window and driving off. I waited until his car was all the way gone before I crossed behind a house and back behind the neighborhood.

-

I spent the rest of the night searching him on Facebook. It took forever because I guess people don't use Facebook anymore? I don't know i've been scrolling for like an hour and I only see old people. I don’t get on here much.

I finally found a link to an Instagram account.

Jake Andrews

I clicked on his profile.

"5 thousand followers?" I sat up in my bed as I stared at his page. I scrolled through his page. Pictures of him in a hockey uniform, pictures of him with friends. Maybe he wouldn't be such a bad friend to have.

Shamelessly I scrolled and scrolled. He looked like a normal highschool kid. Something I felt like I was far from. Pictures of parties filled the screen. I rolled over in my bed and shut off my phone.

Maybe I should use this opportunity to my advantage. Maybe I deserved to feel normal. Like I deserved normal. I had never felt like that before. Maybe this was my chance.

Today was a good day.

-

"What are you drawing?" I asked as I sat down, not bothering to ask him if I could, sit. The quiet boy snapped the sketchbook closed and looked up at me with hard eyes. My eyes widended.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" I mumbled. He sighed and pushed his journal away and looked off in the distance. I swallowed.

We weren't in our normal arrangements. We were in the library. I came to see if the school's libary was as shit as I imagined it would be. The selection was bare, oppose from a few good classics that I had already read.

I saw quiet boy sitting a table by himself. His eyes focused in on the page in front of him as he traced and erased and shaded the page. I didn't get close enough to see what he was drawing though, before I could he already snapped it closed.

"Did I say something to make you upset?" I whispered. He looked over at me and held eye contact. His eyes were so blue. I just looked at him. He slowly shook his head after a few seconds.

I smiled.

"Okay, good" I breathed. “If I did I’m sorry, I didn’t know” I mumbled. I don’t know why he would be mad, I didn’t even know what I said wrong. I say a lot of things. Most of them wrong. He looked down at the table. I leaned over and looked at the closed sketch book.

“Can I see one of your drawings?" I whispered looking at him. His eyes snapped to mine. I blinked up at him. He shook his head, as if he was annoyed by the question.

I slumped in my seat.

"Is it because you don't think they are good or because you just don't want to show me?" I asked. He looked down before shrugging. I licked my lips.

"Well, I'm sure they are" I breathed, "Good I mean" I clarified. He looked over at me. His eyes stared into mine. I didn't get the vibe that he really wanted to speak to me. Well no shit. I meant that he didn't want to hear me talk to him.

I took in a breath and sat up. "I'll just...leave you to your drawings then" I swallowed wondering to myself why I was so persistent in speaking to the boy that doesn't speak and clearly didn't want to be spoken to.

A part of me feels for the boy. I know what it feels like to be alone. I mean because I am, alone. I don't really have anyone to talk to. No one listens to what I have to say, but he does. I think. Even if he thinks I'm annoying or doesn’t retain any of it. I may be his least favorite part of the day.

I never really knew if he minded my talking, or if he just wasn't used to someone talking to him and just didn't know how to go about it, since he didn't talk back.

I swallowed and grabbed my bag as I stood up feeling the rejection wash over me. I felt him tug the strap of my backpack as I turned. I looked back at him and he stared up at me. His mouth opened as he looked up at me as if to speak. But his mouth shut quickly.

He closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of my bag. He looked up at me and then motioned back at the chair next to him as If to say:

Stay.

"Do you want me to stay?" I asked quietly. He looked back down at the table and shrugged. I just stared down at him before taking that as a yes. I smiled softly and sat back down throwing off my bag.

I sighed slumping back in my seat and looking amonst the book shelves.

"You would think out of all of these books they would have one book with a sense of good literature" I mumbled. The boy looked over at me and a small smile tugged at his lips. I sat up from it and looked at him a smile crossing my face.

He smiled. Well, like half way. It dropped before it was fully formed. He glanced over at me when he saw the smile on my face and I looked away still smiling because it felt like a small victory.

We sat there together in silence for about an hour. I read some of a book that I'd read a thousand times, Pride and Prejudice .

I think I read it over and over because I thought the more I read it, it would become less stupid and less predictable. It hadn't. Maybe I just like torturing myself.

Quiet boy contiuned to sketch out my view and out of respect I never looked over to his drawings. If he didn't want me to, I didn't want to push it. He doesn't seem like the type that likes to be pushed.

I was just at the part where Darcy was about to reject Bennett when the brunette next to me stiffened. I looked up and his eyes were locked on the doors of the library.

I looked over at him as he stared. I looked up and saw a group of guys entering and laughing obnoxiously. Quiet boy's eyes didn't leave them. I felt the tension in the air. I looked over at him. Obvious discomfort washed over him.

"You'd think that they would understand you're suppose to be quiet in a library" I mumbled over to him. He didn't look at me or acknowlegde my words. He barley blinked.

"Are you okay?" I whispered. Still he sat frozen until he finally blinked and grabbed his sketchbook and other books lying on the table and his bag and stood up. My mouth opened but he was already walking fast to the exit.

I stood up grabbing my book.

"Why do you--" I said before lowering my voice to a whisper. "…always run away from me" I finished before looking down at my things. I sighed and packed up my things slowly in defeat.

"Y/n?"

My eyes snapped up before meeting Jake's. A smile came to my face. "Jake, hey" I said as I grabbed my bag and threw it over my shoulder. He smiled.

I wondered if I should tell him I spent 2 hours last night stalking his social media page. Maybe I should just keep that to myself.

"Hey" He breathed.

"What are you doing in the library?" I chuckled looking at him. He didn't give the library vibe. He sighed and looked down. "Trying to cram for my biology test" He said shaking his head. I smiled and nodded.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. I looked down at the book in my hands. "Reading" I said blankly. He looked down at my book and nodded.

“Are you good—“ He asked shaking his head lifting up his biology book. “At biology by chance?” He chuckled. I looked down at his book. Not at all.

“I dabble into living things” I chuckled. His eyebrows furrowed. I looked at the book. “Biology? Living things—“ I tried to explain but just shook my head.

“I’m okay” I breathed. Lie. I’m more reading and writing oriented. He smiled. “Do you think you could help me? You know, study sometime?” He asked lightly. I opened my mouth.

Friends Y/n. You need friends.

“Yeah totally” I smiled brightly at him. He smiled and nodded. “Cool” He nodded.

I looked towards the door realizing I should probably try and find quiet boy to make sure he's okay. I swallowed and looked back at Jake.

"Hey sorry, I have to go. When is your next hockey game?" I breathed feeling guilty for running off. His eyes brightened at the question. He shifted on his feet.

"Next Tuesday. Are you coming?" He smiled. I smiled and stepped back on my feet. "Maybe" I breathed. He smiled and nodded. "I hope to see you there then, Y/n. Maybe we can study after" He nodded.

“Yeah, maybe. See ya” I smiled and nodded back and turned on my feet towards the door, feeling a knot in my stomach.

Woah that was weird.

I looked down almost seeing my stomach convulse from the conversation. I shook it off as I pushed the exit doors open into the hallways of the school.

"Got nothing to say huh?" I heard a male's voice ring.

My eyes shot down the hall. It was the boys from eailer that quiet boy was looking at. They stood around him like walls blocking him from the outside. His eyes snapped towards his feet as he hugged his sketchbook to his chest.

"Do you even try to speak or do you just love attention?" One tilted his head down towards him. The brunette turned away from him, obvious discomfort clouding his face. My heart clenched and I started walking towards him.

"What's this freak? You write weird shit in here?" One grabbed his sketchbook out of his grip. I walked faster as I felt my blood begin to boil.

"Hey"

All four of them looked up at me. I glared up at the boy holding the book. "What are you doing? Leave him alone" I snapped once I was close enough to him. The boy chuckled and looked down at quiet boy.

"Aw this your little girlfriend? Come to rescue you?" He taunted the brutnette. Quiet boy took an audible breath and turned awy closing his eyes. I gripped the strap of my bag out of anger.

"He asked you a question" The other boy next to him grabbed the brunette’s shoulder. He winced. My eyes widened. I pushed the guy off of him. "Hey, I said leave him alone asshole" I snapped as the guy stumbled away from quiet boy.

With a gap in the wall, Quiet book took off down the hall. I just watched him as he pushed the doors of the school open and walked fast away from us.

I glared up at the guy and ripped the sketchbook out of his hand. He glared down at me. "So you think it's cool to pick on someone that's different than you?" I snapped angrliy.

"Hey if he needs some bitch to stick up for him, maybe he deserves to get toughened up" He glared down at me.

"Maybe if you had two braincells to rub together you'd have something better to do with your time asshole" I snapped as I stalked away from him and out towards the exit doors and off after the quiet boy.

If you know anything about me, you know to trust the slow burn.

autumn

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #nicolas sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic

[empresskylo]

how do you think would it be if Price comes home after long deployment only for his s/o just started her period lol

john price x afab!reader

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, feminine pet names used, smut! 18+, sorta kinda period sex? (no p in v) 1.3k words

cod masterlist | main masterlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂���𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖

you heard the door close to your apartment and you felt your eyes crinkle as your mouth transformed into a bright smile.

he was home.

you shuffled out of the kitchen and ran to the front door spotting a huffing price, hanging his coat up and mumbling obscenities to himself–likely having something to do with his soaked clothes from the sudden downpour.

trying to kick his boots off he spun around to face you, his eyes immediately lighting up. he saw the small smile creeping on your face, your hands deep in the sleeves of your sweatshirt and twisting the fabric between your fingers.

"Sweet girl," he almost whispered. your teeth came out in a grin and ran up to your boyfriend, jumping up into his extended arms. you didn't even care that he was soaked from the rain, a chill sliding up your spine at the cold contact.

you yelped as he spun you around, your bare legs wrapping around his waist, your face buried in his neck.

"fuck, i've missed you," you heard him mumble into your hair.

you pulled back slightly and your lips instantly connected with his, one of his hands sliding to the back of your head to pull you closer to him. he nipped on your bottom lip, sliding his lips against yours. his beard tickled in the best way, your fingers stroking through the stubble as you cupped the side of his cheek.

you hadn't even realized he was moving until your back hit the wall, price pushed you against it as he kissed you deeper, his breathing heavy between breaks from your mouth, a low groan forming in the back of his throat.

you felt yourself wince, slightly panicking now as price pinned you against the wall, his hips pressed to yours, and you could feel him harden in his pants. it had been so long since you last saw him. and you missed him so much. you wanted to do this for him. and for yourself too. you wanted this, desperately.

“j-john,” you stuttered as price continues to attack your face, peppering you with kisses.

“mhm?”

your fingers raked through his hair, gently tugging as he nipped at your neck, your voice breathy. “i-i’m… sorry,” you managed to get out.

price immediately stopped, still holding you tight, but now holding your gaze. “gonna elaborate on that?” you could see the cheeky grin forming on his face as he teased you.

he pushed stray hairs behind your ear, his thumb rubbing circles on your hip where your sweatshirt was riding up.

“i just started my period,” your eyes flickered away from him, a bit embarrassed. “i’m sorry. i didn’t want to disappoint you. i know you’ve been—“

he cut you off with a kiss. “stop that.” you looked at him through your eyelashes. “i don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for somethin’ like that.”

he spoke sternly but his eyes were gentle. you timidly nodded, your fingers playing with the sleeve of your hoodie as they rested on price’s shoulders.

he reached under you to grab your butt and carried you away to your bedroom. you clung on to him as he grunted when trying to shake his other boot off his foot on the way.

he sat you down on your bed and he stood between your legs. his fingers went to your chin and tilted your head upwards to look at him. he smelled like rain, mint, and gun powder. god, you missed how his scent surrounded you.

“i missed you so fuckin’ much, love. so fuckin’ much.” he tucked more hair behind your ear. “and of course i wanna ravish the shit outta you. been dreamin’ of it every night since i left. but, baby. i have wanted nothing more than to have you curled up against me, your sweet voice telling me about everything i missed. that’s what i want most.”

“i can still…” you trailed off, looking down at the slight tent still formed in his pants.

he chuckled. “fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he admired you, taking you in, memorizing every curve and shadow of your face.

he leaned down and pulled you in for another kiss, your hands coming out to rest on his hips. he groaned as you gripped him through his pants, prying himself away.

“baby, we don’t have t—“

“i want to. i really want to.” and you did. it wasn’t just about price, you had needs to. you’ve thought of him arriving home on so many different occasions, thinking of all the ways he’d make you come. your face felt hot at the thought.

his thumb stroked over your bottom lip. “jus’ tell me if ya wanna stop.”

you nodded and price grabbed you under your armpits and hoisted you up further in the bed. he hiked up your hoodie to find you only in panties underneath and he grinned.

he slipped off a layer of his clothes before settling between your legs. wait, wait. you thought this meant you were going to go down on him... what was he... "oh," you groaned as he kissed you again before he began to rub you over your underwear. you wiggled beneath him, already feeling so many things run through you at his touch.

you had a tampon in, so even though he couldn’t fuck you there, the rest of you was fair game. there was no way price was going to come home after so long and just let you suck his cock and then go to bed, all while you were forced to sit this one out. he never enjoyed getting off if he knew you weren't going to also.

his hand slid up under your sweatshirt and palmed your breast. the soft massage felt amazing against your sore chest. he groaned as your hips rose to meet his in response. price was now painfully hard against you, his thin trousers doing nothing to stop the sensation.

his hands roamed your body slowly, taking you all in, as his hips began to roll against your own.

you let out a moan instinctively, his cock and all the buttons and metal bits to his pants rubbing against your clothed clit.

you whimpered as he began a steady speed, rocking against you.

“shit, baby,” he mumbled before placing kisses along your neck. your hands grasped his back through his t-shirt, your hips rolling ever so slightly up to meet his. "does this feel good?"

you nodded your head frantically, the effort from chasing this high making it hard to speak. you heard him chuckle to himself softly, his hand finding your own and interlocking your fingers, pressing it to the mattress.

it was no more than a minute before price’s thrusts became erratic, his hips rutting against you vigorously, both of you moaning with every slide against you.

“j-john,” you mewled. his arm resting beside your head held him up so he could look into your eyes as you both already neared the end.

he watched as your eyebrows contorted, your lips parting in a gasp as you bucked up against him, an intense wave of pleasure exploding through you, and any pain you were having earlier completely overtaken by the euphoria.

price growled, his voice hoarse in your ear as he swore and panted, finishing in his pants as he lazily ground against you.

when he finally collapsed against you, you were both out of breath. you started laughing first, making price follow suit and look up at you with a sort of puppy love in his eyes.

he looked down at his watch and gave you a cheeky smile. “record time, huh? guess we really did miss each other.” he kissed your nose before pushing off of you with a grunt (that you suppressed making fun of.)

he pulled you into his arms, making you squeal as he carried you to the bathroom.

“What’dya say we take a warm shower then curl up in bed? hm? i think i’m about to have the best sleep of my life,” he said with a lazy, domestically-content smile on his face.

#cod #fluff #cod mw2 #john price x reader #john price cod #john price smut #smut #captain price smut #captain price #john price #captain price x reader #price x reader #john price x you #john price fluff

[hornyhornyhimbos]

SMUTMAS LOOKS SO GOOD may we please please have an aaron hotchner fic where the reader is at a BAU christmas party and aaron is eye fucking her all evening and he finally gets her alone in his office and she rides his thighs/they fuck/overall HORNY PLEASE

so so sorry this is just now getting posted, nonnie. i hope you know i didn't forget about you, i have just had an awful december lol. i hope this was worth the wait though!

"Party For Two" ~ A. Hotchner

Summary: When Reader wears quite the scandalous outfit to the BAU's annual Christmas party, Aaron has to put her back in her place.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB!BAU!Reader

Word Count: 1,752

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, creampie, thigh riding, spanking, slight cockwarming at the end, slight nipple play, Aaron sorta degrades Reader but not really, slight d/s dynamics, nicknames (dollface; sir), explicit language, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: very sorry i didn't post this earlier, i was ✨️insecure✨️ about my writing skills

Originally Written: 12/02/2023 through 12/18/2023

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smutmas info can be found here!

To say Aaron's gaze hadn't made the space between your legs tingle all night… well, that would be the biggest lie you ever told.

In Aaron's defense, how was he supposed to act when you showed up to the BAU Christmas party in a skimpy nightgown that barely covered your ass? Hindsight was always twenty-twenty, and he decided after you showed up looking like an absolute goddess in your tiny silk gown that Penelope was never allowed to pick the theme ever again.

On the same note, you couldn't say you weren't utterly obsessed with the way he looked in his own pajamas. Plaid pants hanging low at his waist, gray shirt hugging his muscled arms and abdomen in ways that should definitely have been illegal.

Butterflies floated around in your tummy as he approached, his normally brown eyes nearly black as he continued to hold your gaze. Still, he acted as nonchalantly as possible, setting his cup of punch down on the table and meeting you with a soft tone. "Can I speak to you in my office, Agent Y/L/N?"

You swallowed the hard lump in your throat, giving him a subtle nod. Your thighs involuntarily clenched together as you started to head into his office, though you met him with innocent eyes as he shut the door behind you.

Hands were on skin immediately as your mouths connected, Aaron kissing you like his life depended on it. He'd wanted to get you alone all night long, and as soon as he realized most of the people at the party were too tipsy to notice if the two of you snuck away, he took his chance.

His lips pulled away first, his eyes dark as your gazes met once again. "What were you thinking, dressing like this?" The words were light, like he was genuinely asking and not reprimanding.

Your eyes remained doe-like as you answered, "Just wanted to look all pretty for you."

Aaron had the audacity to scoff, the low noise sending heat straight to your lower stomach. "Lying and disobeying in the same night? Sounds like you're looking for a punishment, dollface."

In one swift motion, he had you leaning over his paper-covered desk, one hand pushing your tiny dress up to reveal your butt. You'd purposely worn the skimpiest panties you owned, the tiny thong covering absolutely nothing.

His hand came down on you, smacking hard and surely leaving the skin a nice, bright pink. Your teeth bit down on your bottom lip, holding in the moan you were already so desperate to release.

"Care to explain what this," he paused, grabbing the thin string of material between your asscheeks, "is all about?" Aaron gave you no time to respond, instead releasing the material and savoring the whine you let out as it popped against your sensitive core.

Another hard slap sounded throughout the tiny room, your skin stinging and your cunt aching. In juxtaposition, his palm soothed over the burning skin, his lips leaving a soft kiss to the dip of your back as he awaited your answer.

"Just wanted to look all pretty for you, sir," you repeated. Your hips shifted involuntarily, searching for some kind of reprieve as well as displaying yourself for Aaron. Your cunt practically dripped around the sorry excuse for underwear you were currently wearing, and you simply couldn't wait for him to take notice.

As if on cue, he was pulling you back up, his mouth smashing into yours for another long, hard kiss. His tongue dipped between your lips while his hand met your ass again, squeezing the skin hard enough to leave bruises under his fingertips.

"Do you think you deserve to cum tonight after what you did?" Aaron asked, his lips barely parting from yours while he spoke.

Eagerly, you nodded. Arousal and want stung between your thighs at his offer, wanting nothing more than to cum all over his cock before the night was through. "Please, sir. Need you to make me cum."

His hands moved to the front of your body, sliding beneath your bra and pinching lightly at your nipples. A soft moan exited your mouth and entered his before he pulled away, a smirk tugging at his lips as you started to turn desperate for him. "Such a pretty little thing when you beg for me." A finger reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Tell you what, dollface. Beg for me just a little longer and maybe I'll give you my cock. If you do a real good job, I might even let you decide how you get it. Okay?"

You gave him another nod before he was pulling you back in for another hard kiss and dragging your body over to the couch. Your tongues collided as he pressed a thigh between your legs, a desperate whine falling out of you at even the slightest friction.

"You like that?" he teased, flexing his thigh. Another needy whimper slipped between your lips, effectively answering his question. Large hands met your hips and began to help you find friction on his thigh, his clothed leg feeling absolutely heavenly under your barely-clothed core.

Your brows furrowed as he started to work you harder, Aaron clearly reveling at the impatient expression across your face. His smirk grew wider as you humped at him like a lost puppy, Aaron your savior.

"Hey," he cooed, fingers wrapping around your chin and leaving crescent moons there as he pulled your face to look at him. "I'm not hearing any begging."

His words caught you off guard, your body unsuspecting as his hand came down on your asscheek once again. "Aaron, please," you whined, your puffy clit desperate for reprieve.

"Gonna have to try a little harder than that, dollface."

"Please," you begged and brought his hand to your front, your silent way of asking him to rub you, touch you, anything really.

A chuckle tumbled between his pretty pink lips, a sound that made your insides melt. A thumb pressed ever so slightly on your sensitive bud, the touch making you clench around nothing. "Is this what you want? Want me to help you finish?"

Your mouth parted into an open 'o' as he circled your clit once, just enough of a touch to have you keening. Your hips slowed as you settled into his touch, desperate for his fingers to bring you to your climax.

In swift motions, he was lifting your legs and pushing a finger under your sad excuse for underwear, a fingertip prodding at your entrance. "I can't hear you, dollface. Where'd my desperate girl go off to?"

The tip of his digit barely breached your entrance before his name started to tumble from your lips like a prayer. "Aaron, please," you repeated, surely sounding like a broken record while all he did was barely touch you.

Aaron's slick-covered finger came up to your parted lips. He met you with a leveled expression, like he didn't have you acting like a needy slut right inside his work office. "Dollface, can you suck for me? Want you to taste and see how desperate I make you."

His index finger entered your mouth, the taste of your essence making you moan around his thick digit. "Tastes just as pretty as you, huh?" You nodded in response, not yet releasing the digit from your mouth.

Aaron must've decided to take pity on you, helping you guide yourself along his thighs just a few more times as he pulled himself out of his pajama pants. Without giving you any time to adjust, he was pulling your thong to the side and sliding into you, your walls immediately adjusting to his familiar length.

"Shit," you whined as Aaron started to pound up into you, the head of his cock brushing your sweet spot easily. Every ridge and vein of him filled you up like nothing else, no one else ever could.

"Feel good, dollface?" He was teasing you now, asking rhetorical questions he obviously knew the answer to. "You like the way I fill you up?"

A small noise of approval came out of you as his hips slammed upward into yours, the heavy smack of his balls creating the perfect friction against your ass. You were close, oh so close.

When Aaron pulled your gown off and your bra down, meeting one nipple with his thumb and index fingers and meeting the other with his tongue, you were a goner. Your orgasm washed over you as his hands and mouth and dick made you feel absolutely euphoric.

His hands moved back to your hips while his mouth switched breasts. Tight fingers grabbed your love handles for purchase as he fought for his own orgasm, his palms bouncing you up and down on his length.

"Oh, my god," he groaned, pre-cum coating your walls as you rode his cock for all it was worth. His parted lips, his desperate fingertips on your skin, the thatch of hair on his stomach rubbing deliciously against your clit. It was all too much and not enough and it was oh so hot.

Aaron's thrusts became hopeless and hard as his release washed over him, thick spurts of his seed painting your walls. Both your thrusts slowed as you continued to ride out your highs, hands and mouths desperate to touch any part of the other person you could.

You crashed on top of him, trying and failing miserably to catch your breath. Delicate fingers brushed over your hair, Aaron's chest rising and falling beneath you.

"Did I do a good enough job?" you kidded, eyes already half-lidded. A silent prayer went up that no one would walk in and find you like this if you did fall asleep.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a small peck meeting your uncovered shoulder. "You really wanna go for round two after we both just nearly passed out?"

Teeth met his neck, leaving a gentle nip. "Can't help it. You make me insatiable."

Another string of deep laughs fell from him, his eyes meeting yours through dark lashes. "I suppose I did make a promise. How do you want me then?"

"Just want to lay here with you inside me. Is that okay?" you answered, clearly content.

In one swift motion, he was flipping you over onto your side, sliding into you from behind and cupping a large arm around your much smaller frame. "For you? Anything works for me, dollface."

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[emithecharmer]

SKZ Dating a slightly chubby girl

Chan

Prefers big thighs, he loves to squish them

He loves when you sit in his lap

When you wear skirts or dresses he doesn't know how to act

He's normally so respectful but when you wear things like that he can't resist a light squeeze every couple minutes (If you're ok with that)

Management would have something to say a couple hours later when a photo of him squeezing your butt goes viral though-

Minho

Loves it hands down

He loves eating with you, you're cheeks get puffy and he thinks it's adorable

You and your friends went to a karaoke bar and danced to best friend by saweetie, let's just say when he saw that video.... you two didn't come out of his room for a while

He's always there to comfort you if you feel insecure

Changbin

The definition of a man who respects women

He loves your body and he always makes sure you know

You wore shorts to bed when you slept over for the first time... He would not stop touching your thighs

He realized you had stretch marks and called them lightning bolts

That made you feel really good about them

Hyunjin

He knew you were insecure, you were bigger than him in a lot of areas, but he always made sure that you were comfortable with him

He'll randomly say he loves you out in public while holding tightly onto your waist

He knows that Korean beauty standards are really bad, so he makes sure you know that no one should follow them

You two go to Paris together as a couples getaway sorta thing

You absolutely loved the food there and he was really happy to see you comfortable enough to eat in front of him more

Han

You two started dating right before they went on a show, coincidentally they measured his waist and you were horrified to find out it was smaller than yours

You kinda shut him out after that, working out a lot more, trying to get a smaller waist

You stopped eating for a while before he noticed

You two cried so much, he made sure that you knew he didn't care

He was scared because you lost at least 10 pounds in the span of 2 weeks

Kissed all of the 'negativity' away

Felix

He knows what it's like to feel bad in your body

You two confide in eachother

Very open with insecurities

He loves you and you him

He likes to buy you clothes or jewelry just to see your face break out in a smile

Seungmin

"That's stupid though."

"Seungmin it's not stupid, I feel like crap in my bod-"

"No I mean that's stupid, you don't get to say that to my girlfriend. She's gorgeous."

You get a bit upset but laugh when he tackles you and peppers your face with kisses

'Don't kiss be kiss mean kiss to kiss my kiss baby! kiss"

Jeongin

You two had just gone public and you'd gotten comments about how you'll 'Hurt our baby with your fat body'

Jeongin was pissed beyond reasonable doubt

He went live and said that if he saw comments like that he'd get someone to ban them

He was so mad, when you came over that night the guys were a bit nervous because they thought that they'd get told off for being 'rude'

Management just said to tell them they would say something next time

You slapped his arm and told him he shouldn't have done it while he laughed

Not many of those comments were seen after that

I might make a story out of Jisungs

#skz bang chan #skz changbin #skz felix #skz fluff #skz hyunjin #skz i.n #skz imagines #skz minho #skz seungmin #skz #skz han

[total-drama-shark]

Do you have a favorite romantic relationship from each season?

Yoo it's been a while since I've been asked for my td thoughts :) I answered an ask this before that you can check here but I’ll provide additional info in this one.

TDI

I have to go with Duncney in this one, their dynamic is strong and their storyline is very well handled IMO, Gwent was a more long term and endgame couple for this season but the issue with them is that their relationship status always seemed to reset every episode regardless of how much development they got in individual episodes, so it felt like it wasn’t going anywhere when it should, they liked each other since ep 1 but by the start of ep 16 they were still at that exact same status. With Duncney though the development they get in an episode carries on to the next, making it all cohesive and neat :)

TDA

I don’t think I was a big fan of many canon couples this season, Duncney was very hit or miss, Gwent broke up, Bridgeoff was hitting constant bump in the roads. I’d say Lesharold but I’m not sure if they count given they weren’t an official couple, and I preferred them in TDWT even though they had less screen time there. So I guess that really leaves us with Nizzy, but again I prefer them in TDI and TDWT. Guess TDA just isn’t my season.

TDWT

Aleheather my beloved, we love an enemies to lovers and a WT Heather W (Heather’s win is canon to me). While I admit the writing wasn’t perfect when it came to consistency, one episode Alejandro flirts with Heather to tease her while another he doesn’t want people to think he like her, it’s our first properly well done endgame relationship in a season IMO. Seeing their constant complicated conflict is an absolute treat and it’s one of my favorite canon couples period.

TDROTI

Sometimes I wonder if I like Zoke because they’re cute or I can project so much onto them, that doesn’t matter though because my fave this season is Samkota! Dakota’s development learning to be less superficial in her judgement, learning to care for people, and finding someone in her life who not only actually likes her and cares for her as a person, but loves her? My heart <3 Sam starting out awkward messing up while trying to compliment her or finding things they have in common to being able to successfully swoon her is also adorable :)

TDAS

Unpopular opinion? I love Scottney, both how the season started presenting it as sorta like a Duncney 2.0 with Scott being the bad boy to Courtney’s uptight good girl, but also how they later go about it with Scott actually just being a mess with no experience in romance and Courtney somehow still being charmed by him despite knowing just how pathetic he is at trying to be romantic. It’s cute, it takes me back, I wish it last longer.

TDPI

Jashawn is considered the saving grace of Pahkitew by various people in the fandom, and while I enjoy the season more than your average td fan, I do admit it’s a highlight. They’re sweet and cute and it’s an a character screwing up and having to reevaluate their life viewpoints and priorities to be able to truly learn how to love someone and make up for their mistakes is a great development and one I don’t think we’ve seen before! The best we’ve seen the show handle couples having interpersonal conflicts I think.

TDIR

Rajbow is an obvious one here, like even if I didn’t love them what other couple was there? Chemma? Hah, no. But luckily I do love them! I’m glad TD’s first queer characters/couple are mlm, since in the earlier seasons the mere idea of queer dudes was the butt of a joke rather than actual representation, it feels like this is making up for that. Bowie’s confidence and smarts contrasting and bouncing of Raj’s himbo energy and his still discovering his sexuality is very nice to see and very enjoyable. I hope to see them develop this couple further next season :)

Thank you again for the ask anon! I love answering asks like these :D

#total drama #duncney #Aleheather #samkota #jashawn #rajbow

[sl4sh3rsub]

asa emory hcs (nsfw: mdni)

asa emory/ the collector x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: all sorts of shit honestly. probably inaccurate bug references. dom/sub + master/pet dynamics, allusions to needles? (potential piercings + tattoos), p in v + allusions to anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), oral sex, various sex toys (butt plugs, dildos, undescribed restraints, vibrator), blood kink (period, knife kink), mention of scarification, musk/scent kink, exhibitionism, slight somnophilia, edging, boot humping, cock worship (asa recieving), power imbalance, overstimulation, cum eating, using cum as lube, mentions of hrt in ftm/mtf section

a/n: first time posting writing. sorta edited. thx to all my friends who helped it come together. does not adhere to the collector movie canon exactly, does reference arkin and hotel argento. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf different sections = different content, tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

asa emory loves your body no matter what. stretch marks, freckles, acne, scars and all. you are his precious specimen - his perfection - and anyone who disagrees will have hell to pay

no matter chest size, asa is gonna be head over heels if you have nipple piercings - extra sensitive nipples, shiny, metallic tasting? what's not to love. he may just be tempted to give you some himself, if you'll let him

asa definitely has a dick piercing, a beautiful prince albert to be exact. he loves having the cool metal heating up on your tongue whenever you're on your knees for him

if he lets you wear any underwear once you're his, they're definitely gonna have mysterious cum stains from him 'borrowing' them

asa is a whore for blood play! knives and blades that only just break the skin, not enough to cause serious harm or leave too many scars - as amazing as his plaything is, unfortunately you don't have that much space on your body to mark up permanently. he wants to keep you in the form he came upon originally :(

on that note, the one time he will dig a little deeper with the blade is to place his initials 'A. E.' on you

he definitely wants to scent mark you with pheromones and whatnot - just like his cecropia moths. however, due to human bodies being unable to do so, he may decide to cum on you over and over to drench you in his unique scent - or may just give you his worn, unwashed clothing (especially underwear) that smells like his sweat and heavy musk from throughout the day

in the true entomologist fashion, he adores laying you out and positioning you in very specific, precise ways - he simply wants to worship his precious pet in the best way he knows how. does not matter if you are fragile or not, he will show some rare gentleness and arrange you on the bed as if you are the most delicate being to grace this earth

when asa gives you head as a reward, he'll have to exercise extreme restraint as he tends to get a liiiiittle drunk off your taste, making his head game sloppy and his eyes roll back. he will definitely start humping the mattress and grunting, but don't let him know you notice <3

if he has previously kept you in the hotel or his basement with no escape, asa will eventually get upset that you have lost your glow that he originally admired. he'll drag you out into the outside world and seize the chance to ravish his darling in the sunlight!

asa emory, being a possessive dom, will probably fuck you in front of arkin while said man is trapped in the hotel. forcing the prisoner to watch while he pleasures you, just out of arkin's reach. asa probably has to hold himself back from cumming immediately when you whine and moan on his cock, taunting a heavily turned on and flustered arkin. emory is definitely an exhibitionist

as previously mentioned, asa has a big musk/scent kink. he would much rather lean back, watch you rub your face against his bulge and make out with his half-hard cock through his pants than to properly make out with you. what a romantic. his number one objective of every day is to have you press your cheek against his crotch and make eye contact with him at least once :3

if he ever takes off the mask around you, he would love it more than anything for you to muss up his hair a little and grip his hair at the scalp while humping into his mouth <3

if you let asa design a tattoo for you, he will die a happy man. preferably one on your lower back, with intricate details of insects that remind him of you - dragonfly, moth or butterfly wings, cicada or mantis legs and other various beauties of all types to decorate his perfection's body? god, he cannot wait to fuck you from behind..

asa fuckin adores digging his nails into your hips and it makes his cock throb whenever you bury your face into his neck and moan into his ear

once in a blue moon, emory allows you to tie his wrists together and ride him as hard as you want

asa is the definition of an experimentalist and is also not at all shy about fucking you in open places or in front of others in the hotel, but he definitely prefers a more private setting to properly treat his sweet, little plaything to an experience he curated specifically for you<3

he needs you to cockwarm him however possible after a long day - with your holes preferably (his pet's warmth is his idea of heaven), but if he was a little too rough the night before and it's too painful for you, asa is more than okay to use your wet mouth. shit, he'd even be happy to have you sit naked on his lap and hold you close while fucking your thighs

he'll probably palm himself to the sight of you while you're sleeping in his shirts <3 he'd kiss and nip his way down to your thighs, getting you all needy for him when you do finally wake up, content to listen to your little whimpers and moans in your sleep. however, he'd hate to properly initiate anything - asa wants you fully awake to experience everything he has to give you

_ _ _ _ _

amab hcs

oh lord, asa would be the biggest fan of edging you and teasing you with his mouth - nips at your balls and relentless swirls with his tongue around your cockhead

he impulsively swallows all your cum when giving you head, he can't just let the precious liquid go to waste :( you'd best pretend you don't see him licking his lips and fingers after giving you a handjob

his favourite punishment is to strap a vibrator to the tip of your dick. just watching you squirm and cry, leaking precum everywhere makes him so thankful that he kept you alive

asa prefers to keep your tight ass opened up for him at all hours of the day, so a shiny buttplug does the job. not to mention the amusement he gets from tapping it while you bend over and the heat that stirs in his gut from seeing you go braindead from the vibrations. he loves your eye colour but he much prefers the sight of it rolled back into your skull

he loves the delicious scent of you, so of course he is going to make you wear one of his (clean) shirts while he ruthlessly fucks you from behind. the scent seeping into the material is irreplaceable for him - your sweat, the salt of your tears and the musk of your arousal.. what he'd do to bathe in it permanently

emory will make you get on your knees, humping his grimy and bloody boot and worshipping his clothed cock with your mouth. the laces rub against your shaft so sweetly and his fingers digging into your scalp nearly makes you dirty his boot even further

he much prefers having you naked while he is at least somewhat clothed - the power imbalance makes his head spin and the sadistic thrill he gets from seeing truly how aroused you get while he humiliates you makes him chuckle. you can't hide anything from this man, he enjoys the shame that rips through you far too much

asa will guide you through giving him head and taking him down your throat - especially if you had not had much experience with another man. he's not small in any aspect and he'd hate to ruin you so easily, he still wants to hear all the pretty noises that spill from those lips :(

he is definitely the type to kiss and nip at your lips while he overstimulates you, stretching you to your limits but offering enough comfort to not destroy you - not yet at least. he'll only let up when you whine and beg exactly the way he demands, so be ready to have a hoarse throat tomorrow (not that it's an unusual occurrence)

asa adores fucking you in missionary - he loves when you cum all over both your chests, not to mention the giddy feeling he gets when he pulls out and finishes all over your tummy, mixing your spend together. what can i say, he's a romantic

he's constantly tormented about how to go about prepping your hole - should he work you open with his fingers and tongue after not being filled for a while or should he just keep a plug in you all hours of the day, just for availability and easy access <3

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afab hcs

asa emory is definitely a clit slapper, ten thousand percent. not just for your pleasure - no, he's not that selfless - it's also for the soft sound of your sloppy pussy drenching his firm hand

he would only give you a smaller sized dildo - he wants to keep you wet for easy access and also because nothing and no one except him can have the privilege of filling you up the way he does. a smaller toy would be able to temporarily satiate your need for his dick but it doesn't come near the actual thing, as he still gets the thrill of properly stretching you out

on that note: if you are more into size than most, he doesn't allow to access to any bigger dildos whenever you're alone - asa will let you fuck extremely large dildos but only in front of him. he'll make you cockwarm him to prep your little hole (he has to get something out of it, why not cum in you too? some extra lube would never hurt..)

asa gets pussy drunk so easily :( if asa wants to eat you out, he'll do it. no matter the time of day, he's gonna lap at your cunt until he's had his fill and no one can come between him and his ambrosia

he would carve 'property of asa emory' into the skin directly over your womb. he already marks you from the inside every night, but he'll never allow anyone to have the pleasure of experiencing that firsthand. no, he needed a more visual mark for all to see

when he wants to tease you, asa will make you all wet and sticky just to use your pretty pussy to get off. he's not nice enough to fuck you every time you need, but he'd be more than happy to slide his cock against your wetness. he needs to keep you nice and slicked up though, so of course he'll bump your clit with his tip!

he fuckin loves it when you're on your period. extra slick, blood and sensitivity? is this heaven?? his hands are big and warm enough usually, but when he holds you tight against him with his hot palms against your tummy, the noises that leave your lips make him throb deep inside you. he'll even doodle little bugs on your skin with his finger in the drying crimson

as mentioned earlier, asa is the only person who is able to fill you up. he will do everything in power to bump your cervix with every single thrust, whether it be with his fingers or his thick cock. he's determined to make you breathless, and he is a menace about it, too

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ftm hcs

asa will find a way to procure a breast pump for your thick little cock! he wants it to be just the right size to roll around his tongue and he needs to suckle in such a precise way - he's got it down to an art, truly

he loves to sit you between his legs and jerk you off while his attention is on a new insect study on his desktop. the wetness and quiet breaths coming from his pet in between his thighs.. it makes his dick hard so quickly when you're a good, needy boy for him

if you're taking testosterone, he would help you take it on your schedule. of course, he'd use the needle even if you're afraid - he's right there, so there's nothing to be scared of <3

he loves to document the transition of his handsomest plaything! he'll take intimate polaroids of your cock and hair growth and you can bet he's gonna frame and arrange them in displays in your own little gallery

although he is as sadistic as normal, he also loves flicking your dick lightly and slowly fingering your boycunt until you're tearing up from the gentle stimulation

if asa catches you touching yourself without permission, he's gonna be mean about it! you wanna touch him? hm? after all you've done? too bad, he's gonna make you watch while he strokes his leaking cock in front of your face - just enough to let you smell the pre smeared all over his hand but not close enough to touch. he'll make you kneel there in front of him as he cums loudly. if he's feeling generous, he'll let you desperately lick up the mess he made all over his fingers and tummy

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mtf hcs

if you prefer to wear makeup, asa will keep you in an area where you have access to a mirror and necessary supplies - similar to the room in the collection. he can't have his pretty pet feeling down, what kind of master would that make him?

he has a secret fantasy of bottoming for you - asa has never had the chance to take a girlcock and it's about time he tries something new..

he adores how you sound and feel whenever he's edging you into oblivion, especially when your moans get higher in pitch

asa adores using cum to lube up his prettiest pet's hole! doesn't matter if it's his or yours honestly, he finds it both hot and functional

he loves to take hairs from your pillowcase and display them proudly in chronological order to show how much it's grown (he's a little freak let it slide)

asa definitely has a pink, heart-shaped glass buttplug for his little plaything - a present for his beloved girl, his beautiful specimen

if you're taking estrogen, asa would help you take it on your schedule. of course, he'd use the needle even if you're afraid - he's right there, so there's nothing to be scared of <3

his favourite past time is recording your beautiful moans and whimpers for him to replay whenever he needs to get off quickly. it takes all of his restraint to not grunt loudly or let the sound of his hips smacking your ass get too loud - he doesn't want to ruin your perfection in its most natural state

asa adores cumming all over your body and decorating you with a part of him. seeing your hair mussed and a glistening sweat sheen all over his body.. he truly believes that this is your intended form

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thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

On that note, perhaps if you have the time you’d be willing to write a piece about Hancock and Sole on the balcony? 😉

😏 Oh, I think I might just be able to find the time...

(I say over the sound of the other 50 asks in my inbox from the event crying in the background)

NSFW below! Minors, please don't interact!

"John?"

Sole's footsteps echoed lightly through the statehouse as they came through the bedroom doors.

"You in here?"

Their eyes scanned the dim room, pausing at the bed, only to find it empty, the covers splayed out and hanging over the edge of the mattress.

He has to be in here, I just saw him.

He couldn't have had time to get far, I headed up right after he concluded his speech.

Shaking their head, Sole turned to exit the room, thinking maybe he'd gone out the back way, when they heard a voice from outside the doors to the balcony.

"Sunshine, that you?"

Hancock stepped aside as they opened the old doors out to the railed balcony, and tossed away the still-glowing cigarette butt over the railing as he moved towards his partner.

"Hey there, sweetheart." His arm wound about Sole's waist, tugging them forward until they felt their face grow warm. "You like the speech?"

"Always baby, you know that..." Their cool hand pressed to the crease in his coat and through to the white shirt beneath it, ushering the fabric aside, so their fingers could graze over the marred skin of his bare chest.

His hand went to theirs, grasping at it lightly, and pulling it to his lips. The heat of his breath spilled over their chilled skin as he laid a kiss over the back of their hand.

"Wish you were up here with me..." He pulled them closer, their frame all but enveloped in his coat as their front pressed into to his.

"John, you know I couldn't. Being up here, in front of everybody..." Even the thought of it made their heart race, and they pulled away slightly, certain that the ghoul could feel the incessant pounding of it as they pressed against him.

"Gives ya a sorta high, doesn't it?" His voice growled, and his arms hauled them closer once more, strong fingers clasping at the small of their back as his other hand released theirs from its grip, going instead to caress their jaw, and pull them into his intense gaze.

Sole bit their lip, feeling their blush spread, but they nodded.

Hancock chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made their spine tingle with anticipation.

"Next time, I'll have you right here. Right by me as I'm saying the words." He shifted his body then, encouraging Sole forwards as he gestured out to the now empty streets, the ground below only thinly illuminated by the dim streetlights.

"And then after, well..."

Sole shimmied their hips back of their own accord, their growing curiosity getting the better of them as they heard their partner's voice thicken with arousal. Sure enough, as he pulled their body tighter against his, pinning them in between himself and the railing, they felt that distinct bulge forming just below his waist.

His lips were at their ear before they had a chance to say a word.

"Well, in that case, I might just have to show ya what I've got planned for ya then, sunshine. If I have your permission..."

His hands delved lower, over their hips, kneading at their skin through the thin barrier of their cargo pants.

"What if someone sees us?" They asked, near breathless at the thought of it.

"Well..." Hancock flipped them around, the small of their back leaning against the railing of the balcony as he slotted himself between their open thighs, his erection pressing teasingly to their center. "Then they're bound to get one hell of a show, eh?"

Butterflies leapt in their stomach, but Sole's hands still encouraged him, smoothing up over his chest to grasp at his shoulders, refusing to allow him to pull away.

"Just keep your eyes on me, sweetheart." He mouthed over the skin of their neck, his hands rubbing over the seam of their zipper as he began to work open the button of their pants, slowly easing the fabric downward.

"Focus on how I'm makin' ya feel, alright?"

Just as his wicked fingers reached their mark, Sole buried their face in the thick wool of his crimson coat, muffling their wanton breaths as he began his ministrations over them.

"That's it, baby." Hancock's eyes fogged over at the feel of them, all worked up and clinging to him like he was their last lifeline.

"Doesn't matter much who all is out here." He whispered, and felt their hands tighten around his shoulders.

Subtle movement played in the far reaches of his vision, barely discernable in the darkness, as drifters and off-duty guards and merchants roamed the streets, heading to the Rexford or the Third Rail, or just to find a bedroll for the night. None stopped to watch that he could see. But he didn't much care either way.

"Just you and me, sweetheart."

A soft moan spilled from them, sending a shock of lighting up Hancock's spine as he continued his work over them, knowing the way the heat was spreading up through their body as they rutted against him in response to the stimulation.

He felt his own member stir jealously within his trousers, aching for the same such relief he was about to provide them with.

He groaned as they shifted against him, his wrist bumping back into the hardon that was straining against the strings of his trousers.

"Just you an' me. Let me show you..."

Sole nodded mutely against him, just as their hands moved down his body and settled at the place he needed them most. He hissed as they exposed his cock to the cool air, the sound half pleasure and half shock at the jarring feeling. But it didn't last long, as they took him in their hands and moved his straining erection towards their center.

"Do it, John." They whispered, and he felt himself pulse against their hand. "Show me."

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[focsle]

My sea chest specifics…it’s hard for other people to find or recommend some to me because I must go on Vibes Alone. Particularly because I want one off a whaler, and that provenance is often very hard to prove in ways that other objects (like scrimshaw or harpoons) aren’t. I don’t want some merchant boy’s box. I don’t want something off a steamer. So I’ve just gotta Sense the Vibes. I’m picky.

1) 19th century, goes without saying.

2) It’s gotta look kinda shitty…or really shitty. There’s gotta be something real beat up about it. I need to see the wear. I don’t want something that looks like it’s only been on a ship for 6 months and then sat in an attic for 150 years. I need an enduring sense of place. I gotta see someone’s butt print on the paint where they sat there for years. I need ink stains in the little till. If it’s made out of a fancier wood than pine, I don’t want it.*

* the one exception to this was when I saw a whaling captain’s chest that was…explicitly his. His name painted on it. As well as the year and the ship. Whaling scene on the top lid. Whaleboat scene on the interior. OOH it kills me. I deserved that one. If I ever see something like that again…man. But that was kind of striking. That sorta chest doesn’t come around often.

3) I need something personal with it. That can be a specific kind of wear, or intentional personalization. Carvings on the cleats. Someone hammering their initials in the front with a bunch of nails. I do like a painted scene too — those can also help give a sense of the type of ship they came off. Conversely if someone ruined it with a contemporary paint job with some Life’s A Beach I Love Nantucket shit, it’s dead to me.

4) Original rope beckets. Not…a deal breaker if it doesn’t have them anymore but I’D PREFER IT.

5) I pay more attention if they’re coming out of New England, especially Massachusetts. Sure it’s not surefire because things can travel around but….I still feel like my odds of them being connected to the industry are better…you know…

One day……….one day I’ll get one. I’LL TREAT HIM RIGHT.

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 307: The Pink Wave, Aftermath

In bed, morning, just waking up. I felt the early November breeze from outside, chilly. For warmth, I nuzzled into the large body that was in there with me.

nnnnghhh….

I began to remember. We’d climaxed together last night, over there on my embarrassingly threadbare couch, her straddling my lap. My head had been buried between her tits and she’d made sure my ears were covered, cupped, before we came. I remember the sound of shattered glass. 

Christ almighty. Her screams had broken my window and set off car alarms in the parking lot. 

Laying there now, against her, I shuddered.

It was morning, Wednesday after the election, Wednesday after our first real fuck. She, Melissa, my new Office Manager was with me, laying on her side facing the wall in my little bed, and I found myself woken clinging to her as the laughably small ‘big spoon’ pressed into her, facing her sizable back. Thin white sheets pooled around us. My right arm was curled up around her wasp waist and my groin rested in her huge, muscular rear. With my first conscious breath I’d felt myself immediately hardening into her.

Melissa was not awake, at least not yet. I noticed that she was wearing an old t-shirt of mine, thinned and softened by the years, white, a memento from Amherst. She’d obviously found it after I’d passed out underneath her last night. Through it, I could see she was not wearing a bra. For a while I watched, half in awe, as with each breath her lungs expanded her back, slowly, like great bellows, stretching the tee even thinner. Thick dark hair like a mane fell all over our shared pillow in soft waves. I breathed in her shampoo, hardened up some more and found myself unconsciously pushing into her. Still she slept, I think.

More memories, more images from last night on my couch made me shudder again. That was our first intercourse, our first real lovemaking? It had left me, I realized as I explored my thoughts, feeling sorta dirty and submissive and small. It had been quick - drunk on vodka and whatever else BOOM! put in their chocolate martinis, she had been like a woman possessed, needed it right then. Though it should have been a romantic moment it felt more like being fucked by a steam train than anything else. Plus my gender had just lost an emasculating night of elections, and faced an uncertain, tenuous future…that made me feel smaller, more inferior and more meager still. But I had to admit jesus it was unlike any sex I’d ever had. Yes, she was dominant, me the hapless submissive, but it had been like we were made for one another, our bodies working in a symbiotic harmony. I shuddered, there behind her, remembering it. Jesus I’d been like a little cretin. I didn’t want to be this way, I swear! But she had been a woman unleashed, and I had been just clinging to her, holding on. Was this what our intimacy, our lovemaking would be like? I shivered in the dark excitement the idea brought, and remembered it all again, last night…

Her hips - ample and broad - had worked me lithely, athletic. Her arms - strong and resolute - held me tenderly. Her breasts - enveloping mammary mountains - surrounded my face softly. She’d controlled our rhythm, sitting atop me in the dark, and brought me in for the ride. When she came, and I exploded, it was in a torrent. The fluid! I gasped, I remember, feeling her gush around me as she screamed and the window broke. Onto my thin hips and thighs she came, soaking me in a spilling cascade of her juices. Despite the ignominy of my passiveness, I remember the excitement, how I smiled before I passed out below her. I had, even in my meekest efforts, brought her pleasure that fucking shattered glass and brought her to deluge.

In bed, the big spoon, I grew harder still against her butt.

I wanted her, right then. I wanted her to roll over and almost without a word, just some ‘good mornings’ or somesuch, plunge her tongue into my mouth. I wanted the force of her kiss to press my head into the pillow.  I wanted her to mount me, cover my body with her weight, to take me again under the covers and make me feel helpless. 

I heard myself sigh. She was still sleeping.

Tremulously, I pulled my right arm from around her waist and laid it upon her flank. Running it up, over the muscles of her lats, her teres minor, her infraspinatus, I gulped. The young woman’s body felt almost like a marble statue, except that she was so warm, her skin so soft. It - her perfectly female flesh - just clung to what felt to be impossibly dense musculature beneath. As a physician, I’ve palplated countless bodies in my time, during exams. Never had I felt anything like…this. As her breath rose, I could see the sinews of her back, and as my hand roamed it, across the thin tee shirt, I found the smooth, hard swells of her muscles completely unyielding. She was soft, but iron-hard. My mouth had gone dry.

Gathering more bravery, and seeing that she still slept, that her breaths still came in the same slow, powerful rhythm, I moved my hand from her back, down her lumbar triangle, to her obliques, up the dramatic curve of her gluteus medius, and then - nervously peeling the sheets a bit away - onto the huge expanse of her ass, bare. By god, her hips were easily twice my own width, and the sheer amount of brawn under my trembling hand might rival all I had in my own body. She was massive! And, like the rest of her, it was a smooth layer of feminine softness that overlaid a powerful mountain of muscle. My own breath came in quick rasps now, even as she continued sleeping. This woman was a masterpiece! Sculpted by the gods or who knows what - I didn’t care. She was in bed with fucking me!

Grasping her hip and unable to help myself, I pulled myself again into her. Jesus, this woman could sleep - ! I was not a small guy, down there, and now fully erect. She must be exhausted not to feel this, I thought, not without a little pride, remembering now how it felt to be inside her last night, filling her. God, I’d never been so hard in all my life, and couldn’t help to press in…

…

“You like this, when I take charge, don’t you?” she’d whispered down to me, as she sat atop me on the couch last night, fucking me, holding my hands clamped by the wrist above my head with one hand of hers. My head was not so deep between her breasts that I couldn’t hear, or be seen to nod in acquiescence. Her chuckle, too, I could hear through her chest. “Is that part of it? Why you’re so - ooooo, nnnnngh! - turned on?” she continued, as her hips rolled up and down my length, “Do you like me being the one in control?”

Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips, she’d used the hand behind my head to turn it up towards her.  "You like this, do you?" she breathed softly, smiling as I briefly struggled beneath her, "Like me to be on top, huh?" She then grunted and gave me a hard thrust with her heavy hips. I groaned, and she turned my face back down, into the sweet, smothering darkness of her cleavage. “Yeah, you do. That’s okay…” I heard her say, as she went at me again, fucking me with renewed vigor, “just let mama do all the work.” Tits bounced all around my head as I rested motionless below her. I’d realized how passive I was being, and that only brought on my climax quicker. She’d sensed it, she’d known right when I was going to come, and her own orgasm came right on its heels.

“Yes, baby, YES!” she’d screamed, and that’s when I heard the walls first shake. “COME!” she boomed, shattering the window and bringing on the chorus of alarms…

…

I was at this point absolutely rutting into her enormous ass as she slept. What was happening to me!? I couldn’t help myself. My face was buried in her back, and I was…fuck…I was…No, I can’t do this! She’s…she’s sleeping!

Nngnh nnghhh ngnnghhghh…

oh ffffuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk…….noooooo….

…

…thank god I hadn’t seen her little smile.

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[dumpsterlmao]

lights are out - jamil viper

summary - the lights are out in the scarabia dorms. you were nowhere to be found when the lights went back on, so jamil goes out searching for you.

genre - fluff

notes - this is the third time silver made a cameo in one of my fics, so im writing for him next hehee

you were on your desk reviewing your notes for the upcoming quiz. that was the reason why you came to class early. you didn't study enough yesterday, so this was the only time where you're able to grab all the answers you need for the quiz. your study time was interupted over someone calling your name from afar. "mc!!!"

you glanced outside the door to see who called for you. it turned out to be kalim. he was waving his hand at you. you got up from your desk and went up to him. "hey kalim!" you greet him back. kalim lets out a genuine smile in reaction. "hello there too, mc! sorry if i interupted you while you're in the middle doing something-"

"to which you apparently did." jamil cuts him off which made him surprised. kalim looks back you while awkwardly laughing. "heh, jamil's probably right, mc." you had to assure him that you weren't bothered at all. "oh no kalim, it's fine. i don't mind at all." you told him. "really? if that's so then, what do you say i invite you over to the dorms after school?" he asks if you'd be willing to come over to the scarabia dorms.

"sure! i have nothing else to do after school so i'll definitely go." you nodded as you agreed to come over at the scarabia dorms. kalim then leans into your ear to whisper something. "jamil also wants you to be there too. it's a good thing you agreed to come over." his voice could still be heard by jamil. "i heard that, kalim." he didn't sound so pleased. kalim pulls away then started to laugh. "oh, i must've whispered that so loud!" he says.

"anyways, we'll be heading off now to prepare for class. see you at the dorms, mc!" kalim lets out a wave at you as you did the same while letting out a smile. your happy expression soon then disappeared when jamil started to look at you with a glaring aura. you rolled your eyes back at him and he still looked displeased.

while making their way to class, jamil lets out a sigh. "kalim, must you really insist on inviting mc over?" he asks the boy; who had enough confidence to invite you over to the dorms, unlike the one who was implied to have a 'liking' towards you. "well, why not? you do like them right? this could be your chance to grow a close bond with them!" to his words, jamil didn't felt any encouragement at all. he looks at him with a dedpanned expression and sighs after. "i won't butt in on you both, trust me!" kalim adds. "though, i would be watching you two at a distance-"

jamill had enough of his blabbering, so he decides to cover his mouth. in attempt to make him stop saying another foolish thing. "you must've forgot that we have classes to attend, so enough saying such nonsense things now." kalim didn't know how to respond to jamil so he just goes along with it.

you walked up back to your desk to continue on with your study. but unfortunately, time had passed so fast that the bell started to ring. you had no more time for studying. "oh, screw this." you cursed under your breath. "ehem." you looked at silver as you heard his voice next to you. you had noticed that you were blocking his seat, which was why he called you. you expressed an 'o' shape on your mouth. "ah right. apologies, silver." you hurriedly went back to your supposed spot, then he goes to sit down on his perspective seat. you and silver were seatmates after all.

you began to put the notes inside your bag. "it seems that you haven't finished reviewing." silver notices the paper in your hands. "yeah, i'm sorta cramming right now." you explained to him. "if you were to supposedly cheat, i will have you warned that you would be caught in the act very easily." you let out a chuckle at his sudden strictness side. "what made you think that i'll cheat? i won't do such a thing." you told him.

but after you had responded to silver, he started to doze off to sleep. "oh, silver." you let out a sigh at the sleeping boy beside you. "you don't tolerate me cheating, but it's okay for you to sleep unnoticed?" the irony made you super stressed out. you shook his shoulders in attempt to wake him up. "silver, wake up!" you said in a quiet voice. luckily, he immediately opened his eyes as heard you. "oh my, i must've dozed off to sleep again." he says. you could only let out a sigh to his response. now your other task for today was to be able to make silver awake at all times.

classes had now already ended. this was already the time where you go to the scarabia dorms as you promised to kalim. when you had arrived at the longue, kalim suddenly appeared infront of you in a blink of an eye which had you startled. "mc, you arrived so early!" he tells you. "really, was i that early?" you asked as kalim nods in response. "yeah, jamil probably had something to catch up in his basketball club so he isn't here yet." he explains. "but don't worry, food is now already prepared!"

you looked over at the food which made you gasp in surprise. "wow, now this tastes good! i've been starting to feel hungry too." you told kalim. "feel free to eat up, mc! you need get all that energy too." kalim reminds you. you began to grab a piece of food that was on the table. you took a bite and its taste was delicious as usual. "jamil made this, didn't he?" you asked kalim.

"yeah, do you like it?" you nodded at his question. "i sure do. he's a great cook." you told him. "that's jamil for ya! i'm sure he'd love to hear that from you." your cheeks went red when kalim reminds you about jamil. "does he? i doubt he does." you let out a sarcastic laugh but kalim didn't seem to catch it. "believe me, he will. trust me." he tells you. after you had finished eating, you had just remembered the box of cake you had inside your bag. "how could i be so forgetful?" you shook your head while sighing.

"kalim, i forgot to give you this. don't forget to share that with jamil too!" kalim took the cake box from your hands. "ooh, you brought in food too? you shouldn't have mc, but thanks!" he beamed with a smile as you did the same. "you're welcome-" your sentence had suddenly been interrupted by someone who you didn't expect to pop out of nowhere.

"and whatever is this gift that you presented to kalim, mc?" he instantly grabbed the special-wrapped food box of cake in his hands. kalim was shocked to see him appear so suddenly. "JAMIL?! i thought you were still back at the basketball court." he points it out. "it's cake, jamil." you told jamil. "i bought that for the both of you." you told kalim as he still had suspicion towards it. by knowing that, you had instantly gave up on it.

"tsk, the look on your face says it all." you let out a sigh. "i guess i'll just have it back then." you took the box of cake off his hands but he refuses to give it to you. "just why do you want it back ,exactly?" the sly smirk on his face made you even more annoyed. "i was thinking that you might not like it, so give it back to me." you grabbed the box off his hands but he still held onto it so tightly that you couldn't get it. "it'll be a waste if you had it back, wouldn't it?" that's where you had given up on jamil. you let go of your hands off the cake. "you win. it's all yours then. i just had a feeling you would refuse, but i guess i was wrong." you said. jamil could tell the fake genuine tone on your voice.

kalim nervously laughs in between your conversation with jamil. "okay, you guys sounded so aggresive back there with the way you interacted. let's all keep a cool act, alright?" he says while trying to calm the both of you down. jamil didn't need to hear anything from kalim. "as if i would make an attempt to keep my cool whenever mc is around." the two of you rolled your eyes at each other. "kalim, where's the restroom? i need to be excused for a bit." you asked him. "oh, just down the hallway to the left." he points the direction at you.

you let out a 'thanks' to kalim before you headed off to the restroom. you didn't went to the restroom to cool off your grudge towards jamil. you just needed to use the toilet for obvious reasons. kalim looked at jamil with worry on his face. "i think mc is upset, jamil." he tells him. "them saying that they need to be excused already means wanting to stay away for a bit."

jamil lets out a laugh at kalim's response. "they're not upset. why should you assume things that would cause a misunderstanding?" kalim decides to not say anything towards it anymore. he began to sigh. "okay, fine. if that's how you guys get along, then who am i to have a say on it?" he says as he shrugged his shoulders.

the two of them started to gasp loudly in shock the moment the lights had turned off from all over the dorms. everything was dimmed black. "AHH- THE LIGHTS ARE OUT!" kalim yells. "don't panick kalim. the lights will be back on in a minute." jamil says. "but everything is so dark? i can't just stand here still while waiting." jamil was fed up with kalim at this point. then they heard your voice echoed through the hallway which has caught their attention.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" kalim lets out a loud gasp as he recognized your voice. "is that mc?!" he sounded horrified. jamil's eyes widened when he had heard you from afar. the lights then turned back on in just a quick minute. "oh, thank god the lights are back on!" kalim sighs in relief. he then grabs a hold on jamil's hand. "we have to go check on mc!" he says. "i'll be the one to go after them."

jamil stops kalim from going with him."they seem to be have been caught in a dangerous situation. i will have to check on it." jamil insists on checking you up by himself. "i wanna tag along! i also want to make sure that they're safe too." jamil shook his head and had already parted away from kalim. "just stay there, kalim. there's a possiblity that the situation would become even dangerous as we get there. stay with the others and don't do anything careless while i'm away." he reminds him before he went off to the restroom to where you were last headed off to.

"mc." he knocked on the door as he called for your name. jamil didn't want to immediately barge into the restroom as it was a wrong thing to do. "mc, are you there?" he knocked on the door again, but there was no signs of you being inside the room. to his luck, he glanced at the floor and noticed footprints that came outside the restroom's door. the supposed person's footprints seem to had worn dirty muddy shoes. "an intruder?" jamil wonders. he observes more of the footprints, and in result; it had appeared to lead to the exit of the dorm. "they got away?" he muttered under his breath. jamil began to take action and sprinted his way to the exit.

kalim noticed jamil running as he passed by. "jamil, what happened to mc?" he asks him. "kalim, there's a supposed intruder that caused the blackout within the dorms and mc's sudden disappearance. so whatever you do, just stay there and do not get involved with anything that could lead to danger." kalim wanted to say another thing to jamil but he had already started to run away and leave the dorms. "oh, if only you allowed me to go with you jamil. he complains. "what's gonna happen to ramshackle dorm if mc disappeared for longer?"

the footprints' leads were no nowhere to be found. jamil was now stuck in a situation where he's gonna have a hard time searching for you. he decided to approach grim since he's the first person to know where you were would be at the moment. someone had to appear in jamil's way as he was about to leave.

"my, my jamil. what a coincidence to see you here. and judging by your expression, you seem to be in a hurry. why is that?" jamil did not have time to have a small talk with azul while he's in the middle of finding about your whereabouts. "azul, please do not bomboard me with questions now that you've guessed that i'm in a hurry with something." he rolled his eyes at azul.

he lets out a laugh in response. "haha, i wouldn't dare to disturb with whatever you're doing. if i take a guess, does this situations of yours have something to do with mc?" he asks while adjusting his glasses. "are you implying that you're the one behind this, azul?" jamil shoots a glare at him. "partially i did." he explained. "it's mostly the twins' doings and grim initiated it first." he tells jamil.

"grim took part of this too?" he asks again as azul nodded. "correct, he did. if you would me to explain more, follow me to the mostro longue. i suppose mc might be staying there at this time." as much as jamil didn't want to do anything that had azul in it, he had to do it. just for the sake of finding you. he worries that something bad would possibly happen to you, so he had no choice at all and decided to go with azul. "fine. i should remind you that i'm only doing this for mc." he tells azul as he lets out a chuckle. the two of them began to make their way to the octavinelle dorms.

azul lead jamil to his office room where you were currently staying at. along with the twins and grim as well. "sea snake! are you looking for shrimpy?" floyd greets him. jamil seemed concerned when he saw floyd hugging you very tightly. the look on your face screams for help. "can everyone of you please give out a explaination behind this mess that you all have caused?" jamil sounded so stressed out.

"the sudden blackout in the scarabia dorms? and an attempt of kidnapping mc? all of these happenings already caused a serious misunderstanding and trouble to the dorms, so i want a clear explaination now." he demanded for an answer. he needed to let out all his frustration as the situation was stressing him out very much. "when i got out of the restroom, everything was dark and i heard floyd laughing near me. then he started to carry me away immediately which was why i yelled." you explained the matter.

"jamil, if you ask me; this all started because i wanted to know where mc was. i approached these guys first since they have brainers for everyone's information." grim explains to jamil. "that necessarily doesn't mean you have to rely on us whenever you have a friend that's missing." jade tells grim. "it was only a simple question, but guess what the two of you did?" he asks both azul and jade. "you allowed this big guy here to find mc by himself, instead of me!" he pointed towards floyd.

"i knew where mc was, of course i'd go out looking for them by myself!" floyd answers already started to sound angry. "and look what happened now, scarabia is now in a mess because of you!" grim curses at floyd. "what's wrong with making a little scene? you people are no fun at all. learn to have some fun once in a while too." floyd said as he rolled his eyes. jamil had now got his answer. it was floyd who caused the blackout and drag mc away in the corridors.

"i disagree with you on that, floyd. do take note of your limits next time you plan on doing such acts." jade tells his brother as azul agreed with him. "jade is right, floyd. we wouldn't want their vice housewarden jamil to be sent in a stressed state as well." floyd had now given up. "fineeeeee." he answers.

"that was the most crappiest move you have ever pulled floyd. it makes want to stay away from you next time." you told floyd. "no shrimpy! you're stuck here in my arms forever until i get bored of you." he lets out a smile fully showing off his sharped teeth.

"floyd, please let go of mc. they are clearly not amused with you." jamil yanks off floyd's hands that were wrapped around you. he pulls you closer to him. "okay, fine. i'm guessing you like shrimpy anyway, sea snake." jamil's cheeks started to turn red. "tch, what a joke. let's leave now mc." he looks at you.

"hey, what about me?" grim walks up to the both of you but azul blocked his way. "and where do you think you're going? perhaps you have forgotten about the deal we had agreed on, in exchange of finding mc for you." azul reminds him. grim had suddenly remembered it. "oh, right. a taste test with the foods, right? bring it in!" he happily exclaims. the octavinelle trio looks at each other with grinned smiles on their faces.

that made you felt bad about grim since something bad was likely about to happen. but it's not a serious one anyway so you didn't stress about it much. you let a soft laugh towards them. "poor grim, he is so gonna regret it." you whispered to jamil. "indeed he will." he also agrees with you. azul turns to look at you and jamil as you were both about to leave the room.

"goodbye now, jamil. i-" jamil shuts off the door at azul's face, not wanting to hear another sentence from him. "i'm not in the mood for a friendly small talk with you, azul." he says walking away from the door with you. you began to laugh at what he did. "oh damn, aggressive much?" you teasingly asked him. "you had me stressed out over your whereabouts earlier. please do not be involved with those octavinelle people again." jamil reprimanded you. you could only let out a shrug as response. "okay, if that's what you want." you said.

you began to intertwine your hand within his which caught him off guard. "just what do you think you're doing, mc?" he asks you. "well, that situation made you so stressed out right? i'll hold hands with you, just in case the same thing will happen again." you told jamil. he was unsure of your idea at first, but he was now convinced so he agreed to it. "fine." the faded red color started to appear on his cheeks again.

as you both arrived back at the dorms, kalim was happy to see you both again. "oh, thank goodness you're found safe mc." he also notices the two of you holding hands. "HUH, you two are holding hands? does this mean you guys are together now?" you and jamil are about to be in a flustered mess together, because of kalim's question. "NO WE ARE NOT!"

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland x reader #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland imagines #jamil #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil x reader #jamil imagines #jamil viper imagines #scarabia #scarabia x reader

[solarianradiance]

“Cmon!” Bubblegum said as she stretched the hose. “Come... ON!” The hose snapped as she stretched it too far, wrecking the rest of it. She held the broken item in her hand, her hopes of fixing it gone, dashed to the winds.

She threw it away in a fit of anger. “Grob, DAMMIT!!!” She then thrusted the butt of her flamer into the ground, stabbing the Earth over and over again in a tantrum.

“MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOTHER MOOOTHERRR!!!” She then paused upon her last strike. Some tears began to slowly trickle out of her eyes. She was holding them back, but the thought she couldn’t fix a simple hose had gotten under skin.

She then leaned back into the tree she sat under with her palms in her eyes. She sighed deeply, trying not to sob over this mess. She wiped away her tears and got herself mostly under control as she looked around the forest, she was in.

It was an oxbow lake she was on specifically, a sort of moated island the river naturally made then mostly left.

There were flowers basking in the sun, bees and butterflies tending to them. It was beautiful, which gave her some comfort. The place was peaceful, something she craved. She looked around more scanning the area to admire the wonders of nature, working together in harmony, shifting her head from one way to the other.

She knew their popular names, Giant Honeybees, Starwing Butterflies, Sugar flowers. But she also knew their scientific names, ones given to them in the Ancient languages of the Latins and Greeks, those pioneers of Science & Culture that she admired and whose traditions she continued in a way to honor them.

The Magna Apis. Stella Cornu Gloria. Ursa Mino- wait what?

“Hi!” Said the Bear Boy with a cheerful smile.

“AAAAAAAA!” Screamed the Princess as if she was some sort of victim in a horror movie.

“AAAAAAAA!” Shrieked the boy like a girl.

The two screamed and they harmonized, killing much of the tension in the air. Then their harmonized screaming slowly pittered out, the two staring at eachother for several moments, as if time had stopped just so they could do so, only the sound of running water keeping them company.

The two gazed upon one another, they saw each other as strangers, yet they both felt like they have somehow met before.

A butterfly landed on the bear boys head, which snapped the Princess back to reality.

“You snuck on me there! Hehehe.” She chuckled with a mild blush, realizing it was rude to stare, thinking about how silly it was.

“Yeah, uh, s-sorry about that! Sneakin ain’t my usual style.” Said Finn as he kept a respectful distance.

“How long were you there for? WERE YOU SPYING ON ME?!” She demanded.

“Wah?! NO! NO NO NO! Well, not on purpose! See I was walkin through the woods and I kinda spotted you sittin under this tree and you started fiddlin with that thing-a-ma-jig-thingy and you sorta... started crying and stuff, so I came outta hiding to see if you needed some consolin and junk.”

“That’s what spying is ya dingus!!!” She said in anger. “That’s twisted creepy! ACHOO!”

“Bless you.” Said Finn.

“Danke.” Said Bonnie.

“Well, I wasn’t doin it on purpose and... um... I’m sorry.” Finn said with sincerity. “Do you... need help?”

Bonniebel’s anger subsided slowly, she remembered it was a public space, one that she technically owned, but he had a right to be out here like anyone else. She had no right to be angry with him spying on her.

“...Y-you... got a hose or something on ya?” She asked, trying to be polite, not expecting him to have anything on him she could use.

“Uh...” He flipped his backpack open, emptying out its contents. It was mostly junk, food, drinks, a pencil, a toy slingshot.

“Hey, lemme see that slingshot!” She said. The boy passing the item to her. Then she noticed it was a rubber band and not a tube. “Ugh, no, that won’t work. I need a tube hose.” She then tossed it back to the kid. “Thanks anyways.”

“Hmmm... why not, make a tube from something, like clay or dough?” Finn offered the pink lady.

Bubblegum felt a tinge of anger from the suggestion, she brushed her hair out of her face, ready to give the kid a piece of ehr mind. “A tube from claydough? Really? That s...” Then she paused and realized she was made of gum, which was like claydough. “Actually... gimme that pencil, will ya!”

Finn gave her the writing utensil. She took it and then ripped off a piece of her hair, with which she began to roll into a ball, then wrapped it onto the pencil, and kept rolling it until it was an even shape.

She spent a minute working it until it was satisfactory. She then pulled the pencil out, giving it back to the kid and then attached the new tube to her flamer, taking another moment to shape it just right.

Then she stood up, lifted the flamer, lit the flame, and gently squeezed the trigger. Out poured a great blast of fire into the air. “OOO-HO-HO-HO YEEE-HEHEHESSSS!” Said the Princess like she was a giddy pyrophiliac. Which she was not, mostly, that was Flame Princess, probably.

“SHAMAZOZOW!!! THAT IS AWESOME!!!” Finn cheered with his fist up in the air. “You invented a flamethrower?! That is so cool!”

Bubblegum felt a tinge of pride within her, which she tempered with humble honesty. “Heh, well, invented in a strong and inaccurate term. All I did was just build off of the concept and replicated previous designs for my purposes. But I did design this one myself. I actually have better ones back at my place, including a handheld one I use for cookin!”

“A handheld flamethrower?!” Finn asked rhetorically. “That is so cool! Or hot! Spicy hot! Spice!”

“Heh! Spice!” She said back to him, liking the term.

“Spicy spice flamethrowers are so spice!” Said Finn with enthusiasm.

“Yes! So. Very. Spice!” Bubblegum said with emphasis, followed by a cascade of cathartic laughter, something in which Finn joined along with her as if she told a profoundly deep joke.

Bubblegum then kept on laughing for a while longer, slowing down as fell on her butt, relaxing a bit. Whatever tension was between the two, it was gone, almost like it was never there and she was in the company of an old friend.

“So, feelin better?” Finn asked the lady.

“Yeah, actually, I do feel better! In fact... I can’t say when I last laughed like that! Thanks kid!”

“No problemo! If you need any help, I’m your Man!” He said with a gentle seriousness.

“Heh, I’ll keep that in mind, I actually need some help from time to time. So, what brings you out to the taffy forest?”

“Oh, I’m on my way to the Candy Kingdom for the first time, as a birthday present for myself! I just turned 12! I’m gonna go see the Princess!”

“PFFT! Hahaha!” The Princess laughed, almost like he was being absurd. “You wanna see the Princess?! What for?” She asked, wondering if the kid had something particularly important to ask her. Probably for a toy or cake or something.

“Well, I heard a lot of stuff about her havin probs, like big probs! Big problems she can’t solve and how they’re makin her grumpy n stuff over it all, cuz she can’t get any time to herself! So I thought I would come and help so she can do stuff she wants to do and live her! Cuz Princesses got rights to have fun and junk too!” He explained in a rather quick and long winded, almost deadpan manner.

Bubblegum stared at him waiting if the child had anything else to say. “Th-thats why you wanna see the Princess?” She asked, almost not believing him. “Just so you can ask to help her? And that’s your birthday wish?”

“Well I wanted to check out some other stuff. Never been to the Candy Kingdom, or any city for that matter. My brother Jake is easin me into things about life and all that song & dance.”

He sounded childish, as the bear boy should, he was 12, but he also sounded completely sincere as opposed to not really meaning what he says or understanding what he means.

“So you... just... wanna help the Princess with her problems to take the time off for herself in exchange for... what?” She wanted to know what he wanted in return, or if he actually thought any of it through.

“Nothin! Just wanna have fun doin quests for her so she can have a good time and stop bein a grumpy butt or whatever! Not to mention I get to help all kinds of other peeps while doin it!”

“Huh...” She huffed in surprise, a bit of her cynicism subsiding. “Why help m-... her specifically and not somebody else like somebody out in the town?”

“Why? Why not! I mean... u-um...” Finn pondered the question, trying to think of it longer term reasons besides just doing it. “Well, shes the Princess, so shes got the job of lookin after everybody. So, if I help her, I can help lots of folks all at once!!!”

“And... you just trust her to know what she's doing and stuff? You would just do it for her?”

“Heck yeah I would!” He threw his hands up into the air. “Cuz that’s what guys like me do! She’s the Princess so she probably knows what to do when it needs doin!”

Bubblegum stared at him, he had such a light and energy that sort of made her own sour dour fade, like a shadow by the sun. She liked his enthusiasm and wished more people had it.

“...What are you anyways?” She asked.

He gasped. “I...” He stood up onto his feet and in front of her and pulled out a golden sword from his backpack, raising it up into the air. “-am an Adventurer! And I wanna be a Hero!!! Just like Billy!”

“Like Billy?” She asked, giving a soft giggle. He was a kid with a petty dream, probably playing more than actually meaning it. “Well, you got a long way to go. I mean you aren’t exactly hero shaped right now. More life... friend shaped!”

“Well, yeah, I guess I am.” Finn agreed, looking upon himself. “Gotta start somehow, yknow?!”

“Yeah, I like your attitude.” She agreed as she stood up, towering above the boy. “You’ll grow tall.”

The two starred at one another, gentle soft smiles were on their faces, a gentle breeze blowing as the sun casts its warming rays upon them. It was almost as if time had stopped for a while.

“But don’t forget to enjoy your childhood.” She warned, breaking the silence, snapping back to reality. “You only get to have one for so long. Some people don’t even get to really have one.”

“YEAH! Cuz bein a kid, is... well it’s... Blabbabloopy!!!” He declared.

Bubblegum felt a sting of reality, a longing for something she saw everywhere, every day, something right in front of her right there and now but could never have for herself. Her duty to the burden of leadership and sacrificing for the good of others demanded that she could never even try to have a childhood of her own. Far too many people were relying on her.

People like the boy in front of her. She had to protect them all. This sweet innocence of the boy, who did not know her name, yet was eager to be her friend and help her however he could. As if they were never strangers to begin with.

One day the boy who thirsts for adventure would be gone, replaced by an adult, maybe like herself. But for now, she needed to protect him from anythig that would hurt him, even his own foolishness.

She smiled at him, one that came easily. “Well, maybe when you grow taller you’ll appreciate it even more! Heh... blabbabloopy! Hehehe... What’s your name anyways, kid?” She asked.

“My name? I didn’t tell you?!” He asked in confusion.

“Nope!” She answered, sucking on her cheek. “Guess ya forgot!”

“Oh, sorry, It’s Finn! Nice to meet ya!” He said with a toothy smile.

“Finn? Finn... Finn Finn Finn!” She said. “I like that name! It has an elegance to it!”

“Whelp, it’s been a blast lady! Be seein ya!” Finn waved as he turned to wander.

“Wait, where are you going?!” She said in shock, having not given her name yet, she was actually a bit offended. He must have forgotten his manners, or that she didn’t give him her name yet.

“The Candy Kingdom!” He said. “I’m off to see Princess Bubblegum, like I said! See ya later!”

She gave the boy a glare. “What makes you think you haven’t already met her, Finn?” Said Bonniebel with a tinge of anger, honied with a tone of teasing.

“Huh?” Finn looked back at the girl. “What do you mean?”

“Kinda obvi, ain’t it?” She asked. Was this kid actually dense or did he not know how to spot a Princess when he saw one? Especially one as famous as she was.

“...Um... ar-... are you her!?” Finn guessed, unsure if that was what she meant.

“Yup!” She confirmed, planting her hand on her hips, striking a pose of triumph. “I am Princess Bonniebel Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom! It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance!” She then gave a formal curtsy.

“No way!” Finn said.

“Yes way! I am happy to fulfill your birthday wish.” She began with a happiness in her voice, like it was coming out of her chest. “As I am su-”

“Nah-nah, I mean, no way!” Finn interrupted. “You can’t be the Princess!”

Bonnie stared at the kid and gaffed at him with a huff. “Uh... yeah, I am! I am obviously the Princess!” She retorted, thinking the Bear Boy creature really was dense. Maybe he needed his ears cleaned?

“Nah, you can’t be, why would a Princess be out here in the middle of the woods. Plus you don’t have a crown! Princesses need crowns to let everybody know they’re Princesses! It’s the rules and stuff!” He threw his hands up into the air as he approached the girl.

“Uh, first of all, I can be out here if I want, these are my woods!” She said with a hint of righteous arrogance, like a teacher lecturing a student. “Second of none, I DO have a crown! It’s on my head, as you can clearly see! I mean, it’s more like a Tiara, but it totes counts!” She pointed to her head, bowing a little to show it off.

Finn stared at Bonnie’s head for a moment, scanning it. “...I don’t see nothin.” He shrugged.

“Are you blind?!” She asked in frustration. “Or color blind and it’s blending in or something?!” She then placed he hand upon her head. “It’s right... there...”

The Princess then waved her hand around her head, then rubbed her hands directly upon it, only to discover the shocking horror. “Oh FFFFFUUUUUUU-” She began, only remembering just now that a child was present. “-uuuu-dge. Fudge.” She censored. “Fudge, FUDGE! FUDGE FUDGE FUDGE ME ALL THE WAY TO CHURCH!!!”

“I like fudge!” Finn commented, partly trying to diffuse her anger by being silly, but also stating a fact.

“I LOST MY CROWN!!!” She yelled, almost panicking as she searched around the area. “OH GLOB! I-I need to retrace my steps! Oh Grob it better not fallen intot he river!”

“Whoa calm down, Princess! It’s just a piece of jewelry!” Finn said, trying to calm her down. “Nothin you can’t replace!”

“MY CROWN IS A SYMBOL OF MY AUTHORITY! One that you clearly demonstrated that I needed!” She spat. “Besides, the crown itself isn’t all that important, the Gem is! I NEED that Gem! More than anything else! It’s crucial to the lands safety.”

“Oh zip! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to downplay it!” Finn said with remorse, feeling an icy chill of regret. “What does it look like!? I’ll help find it!”

She huffed and then sighed. She did need his help right now in finding it and this was her fault for losing it to begin with. No need to take out her anger on him for something he didn’t mean to do.

“Okay, thanks kid, I appreciate it! Now it looks... like... what’s he’s wearing right now.” Her face grew into one of fear as she pointed behind Finn.

“Wuh?” Finn looked behind himself and saw a pink guy on the top of the waterfall wearing a red gown, a fashionably cute Tiara meant for girls, sporting a most mighty and righteous beard.

“Hey good lookin!” Said the Ice King with a grin most crazy wicked. “Watchya got cookin?”

Adventure Time Presents: The Good, The Fair & The Beautiful. - Chapter 7 - Zalloj - Adventure Time (Cartoon 2010) [Archive of Our Own]

#adventure time #princess bubblegum #finn #Ice King #Straight up the whole chapter

[lord-king-saint]

as an ace who recently came out, i dont relate to those posts that are like "i dont understand innuendo" or "i dont get sex jokes" or "i thought everyone was kidding abt sexual attraction"

in fact, being acutely aware of sex jokes, sexual innuendo, and sexual expectations (esp the ones projected on me) was why coming out as ace was so hard. it was because i knew sexual cues that i felt so much shame, because i knew i didnt feel the same, that i couldnt meet their needs, and that ultimately i was a Bad Gay™️

not saying aces that are oblivious abt sex are lying or that those sorta jokes arent funny-- but i wanna talk abt the opposite: being hyper-aware of sex, and wanting to perform that out.

not only was i hyper-aware of sexual cues, i was good at having sex with my partners. it was like a job, or regular maintenance, like tidying, and often i got satisfication from pleasing my partner; but i never understood what they were feeling. i didnt have nearly the same intensity, which gave me a lot of helpful detachment to accomplish the chore-- but i never craved it. i never longed for it. i never was so consumed that the longing was indiscriminate.

i just didnt care. i found my partners romantically attractive and i loved their bodies. i loved cuddling them and squeezing their butt and stroking their hair and making out. even massaging them. but that was it. and i was afraid if i didnt mask that disinterest, they would leave me.

being in an ace relationship is so relieving because i dont have to perform allosexuality anymore. we're both romantically attracted to each other, but theres no repressed fear or shame or wasted energy on performance. i guess escaping that performance is why i care so much abt talking abt it.

i wish i was braver and just told everyone "im ace" earlier like my partner did. instead, i would just have the same monthly conversation with my best friend "i think... im ace" and then instead try to Fix Myself for the rest of month, on repeat, until i finally had enough in my thirties.

im sure other people relate to that too, relate to performing, code-switching, and imposter syndrome. i know lots of aces marched to their drum from the beginning, but a lot of aces tried to fit into allo society too, and theres a lot there to unpack.

#ace #asexuality #just thinking....

[au-ra-babygirl]

Introducing Sholi

Masa wanders through the streets of Limsa Lominsa, looking about with wide eyes at everything around her. As one would expect, this eventually gets her into trouble and she bumps into a miqo’te person. “Sorry,” she apologizes immediately. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

The woman smiles back at her. She’s in what Masa’s grandmother would consider skimpy clothing, a short skirt that barely seemed to cover her butt and a crop top. Masa thinks the outfit looks rather cute. “It’s fine. New here?”

Masa rubs the back of her head sheepishly. “What gave it away?”

“The wide-eyed wonder,” she replies simply. “I had the same look first time I came here.”

“You’re new here too?” Masa asks. Her eyes land on the fluffy white ears on the woman’s head, and she has the sudden impulse to touch them. This, however, she knows will not be welcome and refrains… no matter how soft and touchable they may appear.

The woman chuckles. “Sort of? I’ve been here for a few months. Long enough to know the lay of the land at least.”

“Do you know where the Arcanist’s Guid is?” Masa asks, deciding this would probably be better than wandering around helplessly until she stumbled upon the building she was looking for. She could wander helplessly after finding the Guild, thank you very much.

The stranger tilts her head. “I believe so? I probably don’t know the most straightforward way to it, but I can get you there.” She gestures to the bow on her back. “Magic’s not really my thing, but I’ve been there a couple times with friends who use it.”

Masa bounces up on her toes excitedly, hands clasped together in front of her. “Oh, that would be wonderful. Can I meet these friends of yours? I love magic, have ever since I was a child. I-”

The woman holds up her hands, laughing. “Whoa, there. Slow down. There’ll be plenty of time to talk. I’m Sholi, by the way. And yes, I can probably introduce you to my friends after you get done at the Arcanist’s Guild.”

Masa blushes softly. “Right. Sorry. I’m, uh, I’ve been told I can be over excitable at times.”

Sholi waves her hand in front of her. “No worries. Nothin’ wrong with being excited about a new place. What’s your name, darling?”

Masa blushes deeper. Her tail droops as she realizes she’s being awkward again. “Uh, right. It’s Masa. Masa Yukimura.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Now, let’s see if I can remember where that Arcanist’s Guild is,” she jokes. At least Masa thinks she’s joking. She probably is.

The pair walk the streets of Limsa Lominsa, chatting aimlessly as they pass by various buildings. Masa decides she really likes this woman, if only because she doesn’t mind listen to the chatter about nothing in particular. Not many people liked listening to her talk about her interests. Sure, Mama and Papa were always willing to listen, but they were her parents. They were supposed to feign interest in their children’s likes and dislikes.

Sholi clasps her hands behind her back, pushing out her bosom in a way that shouldn’t be as distracting as it is. Masa quickly returns her eyes to Sholi’s face before she can be caught staring. “It’s kinda interestin’, really.” Masa had noticed Sholi has a tendency to drop the g on -ing words, making her wonder where the other woman was from. Somewhere in the country, no doubt. “I know they say that every trans person knows they’re trans at a young age, but I didn’t.”

Masa blinks. Twice. “What?” She remembers how they’d gotten here. She’d (for some reason unbeknownst to her) brought up her recent confusion over her gender, and now this pretty woman was telling her she was trans. She didn’t look trans. “You?”

Sholi giggles, her eyes falling shut. It’s very cute and it shouldn’t be. “Yup. Well, sorta. I’m intersex. Got the chromosomes of a boy, but the body of a girl. Just without those pesky periods ladies always complain about. No uterus.”

“Interesting.” Masa has heard of the term in one of the many books she’d snuck away to read as a child, but as far as she knew, she’d never met anyone who actually identified with the term.

Sholi averts her eyes, tail drooping from where it had previously been waving contently. “Is that… that doesn’t make you uncomfortable, does it?”

Masa blinks. “What? No? Of course… I gave you that impression,” she realizes as she processes her earlier comment. “No. I just… I’ve never met anyone who… At least I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who… you know. That was their thing.”

The tail perks back up and resumes waving. “Oh. Well, in that case, I’m honored to be the first.”

Masa wonders if she normally brought this up on the first encounter with someone or if Masa was special. She’d like to be special, she thinks. “Yeah. Sorry I gave you that impression. I try not to judge anyone.”

“Anyone?” Sholi asks, eyebrow arched in disbelief. She looks around before pointing at a person in mismatched clothes, their top a horrendous shade of yellow while their pants were blue. It’s got to be a crime against fashion, but if that person liked it… 

“Well, yeah. I mean, people are so varied with different backgrounds and ways of viewing the world. Why should I be able to dictate what a person does or doesn’t do with their body?” Masa glances at the fashion disaster and chuckles. “I mean, it’s not the prettiest look, but if that makes them happy, what should my opinion matter?”

Sholi hums. She steps closer and drapes an arm over Masa’s shoulders, making her feel very warm despite the cool breeze wafting off the ocean. “Masa, I think I like you. You’re pleasant to be around.”

Masa’s confident she looks like a tomato at this point. “Ah, well, I, um, I-I like you too?”

Sholi’s eyes twinkle in amusement. “Why did that sound like a question?”

Yup, definitely a tomato. “Uh, I mean, I-I definitely like you. Sorry.”

Sholi continues to look amused as Masa hopes a hole opens in the ground to swallow them up. “No need to apologize.” She stops in her tracks, looking up at the building in front of them. There’s a sign hanging on the front that says Arcanist’s Guild. Masa can’t help but be disappointed despite this being her goal from the beginning. “I guess we’re here.”

“Yeah. Um,” she trails off, unsure what to say.

“I dunno how long you’ll be in there for, but if you like, I can see how many people would be willing to meet with you after you’re done. Maybe we can all have dinner together?”

Masa blinks then beams. “Yeah! Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Awesome. I’ll, uh, hm. I guess I’ll meet you out here in, say, an hour? If you need longer, just… well, I suppose you can’t let me know. Um,” Sholi peeks around to see who’s inside. “See that woman at the counter? I dunno know her name, but I know her moderately well. Tell her to give me a message if you need longer than an hour.”

Masa nods, committing the woman’s face to memory. It shouldn’t be too hard as long as the woman didn’t move from her spot while Masa was busy doing… whatever it was that Arcanist Guilds asked people to do. Would she be given books to read? A task to kill some dangerous creatures to prove her mettle? She wasn’t sure. “Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Sholi takes a step back. “Well, I’ll, uh, see you in an hour. Try not to have too much fun without me.”

Somehow, Masa doesn’t think she could. Something about Sholi was bright and fun and kind. Part of what had taken them so long to find the Arcanist’s Guild was Sholi getting tasks from random people about town and fulfilling them. Like delivering a package to someone from someone else. “I’ll try my best.”

She reluctantly turns away from Sholi and enters the building, hoping this would be worth it. Just getting to see the city and meet a cute girl has made this trip more than worth it, but she can’t forget her ultimate goal here: learning to control her magic. And now she’d finally be getting the chance to do so.

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[cockneydio]

Impossible question: who do you think has the saddest backstory in Vento Aureo?

Ok I've thought about it and I'm gonna rank the backstories by degree of tragedy, with methodology, hold on to your butts:

9. Diavolo - His backstory is fucked up, like it sucks his mom was in jail or whatever, but I have zero pity for Mr. Arson McSmashNDash

8. Trish - She breaks Narancia's arm and demands Chanel and Evian when we meet her. Trish's present may suck but she came up ok.

7. Leone Abbacchio - We've all hit that moment of disillusionment when you grow up and realise the institutions that are designed to support our society are in fact irreparably corrupt, yet managed not to collude with pimps and murderers. Abbacchio's personal pity party is sad but he brought it on himself.

6. Guido Mista - Up until like a year before the part starts he was living an easy breezy life, chasing skirts and picking fights he couldn't win. The failure of the justice system is unfair and unfortunate, but Bucciarati bails him out too soon for me to feel too bad for him.

5. Giorno Giovanna - Not that I want a bunch of Giorno kinnies coming after me (again), but while his early life sucked, Giorno gets a full fledged deus ex machina when he's only 4 or 5 that improves his life practically overnight. That's something that goes completely overlooked when people talk about his story, particularly in comparison to the next ones on this list. It got better for him, in part because of his own gut sense of justice, and he's able to come clear-eyed into the gang, unlike everyone else.

4. Pannacotta Fugo - I've moved Fugo around on this list a little. I don't feel any particular sadness when I think about Fugo's backstory; it sucks but it's complicated. I am not a manga purist by any stretch of the imagination, but I tend to defer to the original IP for authorial intent. And in this case, Fugo wasn't designed to have as tragic of a backstory as the other guys (presumably to make it easier to accept his eventual departure)...so I kind of disagree with the anime adaptation making it sadder? I think Fugo could have been a unique character among the group, one whose own personality flaws (i.e. murderous temper) rather than systemic injustice were the reason for his social ostracism. But the anime made him a victim, which idk seems too easy. That said, there's no question his anime backstory is fucked up.

3. Narancia Ghirga - His mom dies of a slow and painful disease, his father neglects him, he runs off and lives on the streets, gets screwed by the people he's come to trust and also the justice system, and nearly dies from a similar condition to what he'd seen his mom suffer thru. People who are supposed to care for Narancia let him down at every step of his life, taking advantage of his good and trusting nature. That breaks my heart.

2. Bruno Bucciarati - My thoughts on Bucciarati's past are well known at this point lol. This man's whole life is a tragedy.

1. Jean-Pierre Polnareff I ran out of colors idk - surprise right lol. We know the tragedy Pol suffered before Part 3 that led him onto that devastating journey, which ended with even more pain and regret. I imagine Polnareff and Jotaro just sorta..floating thru their 20s, conscripted by the Speedwagon Foundation to keep revisiting the circumstances around that traumatic stardust crusade without any real aim or hope of closure. Then Diavolo nearly kills him, which effectively forces him into hiding. He just lives for so long plagued by the problem of the stand arrows, it dictates his whole life, and that really fucks me up man.

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[hours2hours]

THE HAWKINS PARADOX: Part One

Joel.

This time, I’ll get the better of my enemy, but the victory tastes bitter. The ache in my teeth serving as a reminder of why I’m here, why I have to do this, and why Aaron Russo will be lucky to leave alive.

I stand against an oak tree, my frail figure easily disguised by the trunk. Two feet from myself is my best friend, Annie. But she isn’t as alert as I, as a matter of fact it seems she wants to sleep above all else. She yawns, and I press my finger against my lips to remind her ‘stay quiet’.

Slowly, Aaron takes step after step directly into my trap, and if I hasn’t been here on such an important task, a smile would cross my lips. 

“Helloo?” He calls. “I’m looking for a deal? From someone named Anon.”

Annie tries not to laugh. It’s anyone's guess how this kid became so gullible, but Annie and I knew he’d never pass up a chance for discount drugs. So, we slid a little flier into his locker, mainly as a joke. But it would prove to come in handy as soon as he fucked me over. Now he’ll think twice before walking into an obvious trap. 

A few steps closer, Annie leans on her bat like a walking stick, ready to fall over from exhaustion, yawning without a care. I glance over the wood, Aaron raises a suspicious eyebrow at the sound. Fuck me.

“Now Annie!”

Without another second to lose, Annie pops out of the tree and strikes him in the temple. “Did you-” I start.

“-Knock the fucker out cold?” Annie interrupts. “That I did. And you were so worried for nothing.”

“Nothin’? It ain’t nothin’ to be careful.” I take the zip ties from my backpack and get to work. “Unless you’re lookin’ to run from the cops again. Who knows? Maybe it’d be a good pick-me-up.”

“Har har,” Annie mocks, tying Aaron’s hands together.

Even with our combined strength lifting Aaron Russo is no easy task. About a foot taller than me and easily twice my weight, it’s safe to say he’s all brute and no brains.

“So I was thinking,” Annie starts, still struggling to drag Aaron into the abandoned supermarket. “What if Miles started joining us?”

“Miles? Are you kiddin’?”

“What? Don’t think he can handle it?”

Miles easily clears Annie and I in height ion about the same way as Aaron. He’s huge, and I think he works out, but strength alone won’t get you through this kind of after-school activity. “Physically, he could handle it.”

“...But not emotionally.”

“It’s hard enough to get him outta that house, you want to bring him intio the town at night to commit crimes? Never gonna happen.”

“Maybe you need to reevaluate how tough your buddy is,” Annie flips her smartphone to face me, showing a text from Miles to her: “For sure! Be right there.”

“Annie!”

“What?! If Miles is gonna be a part of our group now he at least deserves an invitation.”

“That’s not the point,” I pull out another zip tie to bind Aaron’s hands to a metal pole along the floor. “We need to talk things through before making a decision. I don't want Miles involved right now.”

A gentle knock raps three times against the boards blocking off the front door. “Guess who’s heeere,” Annie sings.

“Go tell him to leave,” I reply.

“He already came all this way. If you think about it, it's more dangerous to tell him to go at this point.”

“Just-” I start, frustrated with this whole conversation. “Drop it.”

“You got it,” she turns to face the knock. “Miles! Get your butt in here.”

Timidley, Miles ducks under the boards blocking the door and enters the ruined supermarket. “Hey Joel, hi Annie. What's so important? I sorta left Mateo hanging with this project we’re working on.”

“Annie, a word?”

The two of us huddle together where I shout-whisper, “You didn't even tell ‘em what were doing out here?!”

“I was worried he wouldn't come if I told him,” she whispers back.

“Annie! This is not how you keep friends. This is a nightmare.”

“Uh, guys?” Miles says, pointing one shaky finger forward. “Is that… is he…” his eyes glaze over like he might faint.

“He’s alive!” I blurt. “Unconscious, but alive.”

“You wanna take a swing?” Annie asks with a proud smirk.

“N-no thanks.” He takes a few steps forward. “Is that Aaron?”

“Yep,” she replies.

“Otto’s brother Aaron…”

“You betcha.”

“When he finds out he’s going to hate us,” Miles notes. “Right?”

“Number one rule of kidnapping, don't do a thing without an upper hand. He won't say a peep.”

Aaron stirs, eyes beginning to flutter open. Once he’s conscious, I make sure that my face is right up to his. Bleach-white hair hangs over the shaved side of his head, slick with humidity. I study his face as my leg swings back, delivering a forceful yet restrained blow to his stomach. “Good mornin’ asshole.”

“Good morning to you too,” Aaron wheezes. Despite losing the wind from his lungs, he smiles. He knows well how deeply that smile infuriates me. Over the years Aaron and I have had our fair share of fights, and no matter how badly I hurt him he still won't wipe that sick smile off his face. He may as well be saying, “You can't hurt me, you're just wasting your time.” But today Aaron has finally gone too far.

“I'm not here for the usual cat-fight. You're gonna tell me who killed my dog, I want every detail.” It began the previous night. I was out walking my dog, Toby, late at night. I don't often spend my nights at home, I'd rather be out in the streets playing fetch, digging up old treasure (garbage), barking at the local birds. And as we passed the forest at the outer reaches of Matlock beach, it happened. An ice-cold breeze blew over me, a dark figure approached and just as quickly covered my face with their hand. I thought the hand was burning, but I realized after that it was so cold I couldn't tell the difference. The hand shoved me into the bushes, and when I came to, Toby was gone. I searched all night, all day, but found no sign of him.

Then, a knock at my door. A box appeared with my name on it, and my worst fear came true. The only friend I could rely on for my whole life, lay dead in that box. I screamed until I couldn't scream anymore, it had been the worst day of my life, but it didn't end there.

The next day was when shit really hit the fan. I went to school as normal, but kids I know, and kids I didn't know, would whisper when they thought I couldn't hear. It was only a matter of time before I discovered the video: Emo kid loses it over mail prank, hilarious!

The video never showed what was inside the box, only my horrified reaction. Someone hid in the bushes around my front door, filming me. With Annie’s help we traced the account back to a few old aliases before stumbling on the name Aaron Russo. That brings us to today.

“I'm sorry? Someone killed something? I never heard-” I cut him off with a fist to the nose.

“Don't play dumb with me you little fuck stain. Tell me right now!”

Annie leans on her bat, “if I have to use this thing motherfucker you're gonna regret it.”

Aaron laughs, “it'll take more than that to scare me.”

“Is this why we were invested in Aaron’s old SoundCloud account this morning?” Miles asks. Aaron’s eyes grow wide. 

“Yup,” I reply, pacing circles around Aaron. “And if you don't want your cringeworthy dog shit heard ‘round town, then you're gonna talk.”

Aaron only laughs harder. “Okay? Show them! My singing is a giiiift.”

“Well, If you don't wanna talk, that's fine, no worries.” Pacing away from Aaron, I look into Annie's tired eyes. “Break his kneecaps.”

A delighted fury replaces the tiredness, Annie readies her bat. “Wait wait WAIT.”

Annie pauses, giving Aaron only a moment to spill what he knows, before swinging her bat into his knee as hard as she can. Aaron screams, Miles stands back. I decide to pull him off to the side, all while Aaron's screams echo throughout the room.

“Hey man, you okay?” I begin.

“Yeah, don't sweat it,” his fingers stret h for something to fidjit, and tugs at the hem of his shirt.

“You don't look very relaxed. If you wanna leave it's fine man.”

“No! I can do this.”

“Fuck fine, just stop!” Aaron shouts. Miles and I turn back ready to listen. “I didn't know it was a dead animal, okay?” Aaron continues. “Your reaction was priceless, but that's way too far, I admit.”

“So who's the sonova bitch who did it? What are you not telling me?” I nudge Annie in the shoulder, she resumes her batting stance.

“I don't know I swear to god! Alls I got was a note in my locker. Said I could humiliate you and all I had to do was film you opening some box at some time.”

“Sounds like a pile of bullshit if you ask me,” Annie notes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't agree, but better to hear him out first. 

“It's the truth, I can prove it.” Aaron wiggles his fingers in reach of his pants pocket.

“Do you uh, need a hand?” Miles asks. 

“You’re such a bad criminal,” Annie snorts. Regardless, Miles pulls a small slip of lined paper from Aaron's black skinny jeans. The note reads, 

Be at the home of Joel Hawkins, 6pm in the hour, film his reaction and do what you want with the footage. A satisfactory reward will be waiting at the point marked in the map below. The hours will mark it.

When I’m finished reading aloud, the three of us stand in a circled around the note. A small silence hangs while we take it in, until Miles says, “This person was very deliberate in keeping their identity hidden.”

“Yeah,” Annie continues. “That's some psycho shit. Who do you think it is?”

“Need a list? That'll take a while,” I reply. I side eye Aaron. As vicious as our feud has grown, Aaron never had a stomach for killing. “Oh! I can help with that, Lua hates your guts pretty good, Wendy Anson probably has a photo of you taped to a dart board, theres-” THWACK. I cut him off with a fist to the face. Ready for more, Annie holds me back, “Cool it, Joel. We got what we needed.”

“This asshole deserves it and worse!” 

Blood drips from Aaron's nose into his toothy smile. “Damn right. C’mon, let him finish the job. That's what you want, right?”

“Wanna find out asshole?” I lurch forward, but Miles hand stops me. Not forcefully like Annie’s, but gentle. 

“It’s not worth it, trust me.”

Every inch of me shakes, aching for him to feel the hurt he caused me. Which is the exact reason I didn't want Miles here in the first place. I don't like me when I'm this angry, so what will my new friend think? The only friend I've made since I met Annie, no less.

“You'll get what's comin’ eventually,” I say.

“Yawn,” Aaron replies. “Can I go now? Now that my ketamine deal was a bust I need to go home and find something to get high on.”

Annie chimes in, “Not till we get the money your buddy left you.”

“spent it all on cigarettes and ketamine.”

“Then we'll settle for the smokes. Miles?”

Miles raises an eyebrow before asking flatly, “Why am I the one who has to reach into his pants?”

“Because I want you to feel included?”

“That's sweet of you,” Miles nabs the pack of smokes and hands them to Annie. “Next time I want a different job though.” She hands one to Miles before lighting one between her lips.

“Great,” Aaron says. “You got your info and my last pack of smokes, happy?”

“You're not leavin’ till you delete that video. I wanna see it, and your trash bin.”

“There goes my fuckin’ ad revenue,” he mumbles, but complies nonetheless.

“And for the record,” Annie unties his hands from the floor. “Anon is short for anonymous. It isn't a name, dickhead.”

“Do you mind? My night is already ruined, the least you could do it let me snort ket in peace.”

Annie, Miles and I exit the abandoned supermarket, on the way Annie points backward and shouts, “Don't make us kidnap you again!”

Through the thick bush we enter my vehicle, a dumpster of a truck I managed to scrounge the cash for. Annie hops in the passenger seat while Miles takes the back. “When I asked ya to break his kneecaps, I meant it.” 

“Relax, we got more than we could have hoped for. Look at that big fat lead in your hands!”

It's true, I suppose we should take some credit where it counts. But it doesn't quell the fire alight in my stomach. I don't just want answers, I want him to hurt.

The engine sputters and screams as it turns over, as headlights flicker to life. Old gravel roads lead us back into the peacefully sleeping town of Matlock Beach. A strange town with strange histories, and strange people. But it's more or less a home. If I had the choice of course I'd ditch in a heartbeat, but until that day comes we’re left to create our memories here. Like it or not. From an objective lens, the Beach is a perfectly quiet little speck along the coast of Matlock Lake. The very fact that it’s name is borrowed from another is evident of it’s nature. A tourist town, a place your grandma and grandpa live in the warm Summer months, but the rest of us are stuck here year round. When the snow comes, we can rarely leave without fear of dreadful road conditions, transforming our beach-filled Summer utopia into an icy prison. Even so, I’ll admit this place can be beautiful in the Summertime, at least during the day. The trees canopy each street, blotting out the fault moonlight visible betweden clouds. Wonderful shade in the daytime, but paired with flickering headlights at night, creepy. “Where’re we goin’ anyway?” I ask.

Miles stretches to meet Annie in the front, studying the crude map. “I think that’s right around where Wendy Anson works.”

“Wendy’s out of juvie? Thought Aaron was talkin’ nonsense.”

“Got out last week.”

“And got a job already?”

“The old diner was hiring, you know how desperate they are.”

“Why?” Miles asks.

“Same reason that old convenience store shut down,” I reply, turning down main street. “Too far from downtown, without tourists buyin’ they can’t bring in enough profit year-round. In this case, they’ve been scraping by. Hey Annie, where are we supposed to find this spot?”

“Looks close to the train tunnel. We’ll find it with… hours, I guess.”

“Hours…” I trail off. But before I can give it much thought, we’re already here. The good thing about living in a place like this, nothing is farther than two kilometers. 

“So, someone hates Joel, makes sense,” Miles starts, while I try not to look hurt. “But why go this far? Why be so… cryptic.”

“I’ve done some stuff I’m not proud of, I admit. But I never thought I’d do somethin’ to deserve this.”

“What about Jules?” Annie asks.

“He doesn’t got the nuts.”

Miles peeks his head from the back seat, “What did you do, anyway?”

“Let’s save the stories for another time,” I reply. Miles doesn’t need to know about my past, I can only hope he forgets about it.

The streets on the outskirts of town grow darker with each passing street, as the town cares less and less about replacing bulbs. Miles still sits perched over the seats in between me and Annie, obviously unsatisfied with my answer. “I didn’t do anything…” I admit. “...to Lua. She’s like Aaron, pretty much hates my guts for existing.” And it wouldn't make her the only one, there are plenty of people I’ve had beef with because they didn’t agree with my existence. That's life when you live in a town like this. It begins with a church, an understandable thing to build. People will have their beliefs whether I like them or not. But then years pass, the isolated town stays more or less the same, all while the people grow more and more cultish, until they don’t even remember what their original beliefs were. Instead of being all about love and crap, their believes grow into hate like a disease. It’s no wonder Annie has always dreamt of seeing the world, but as for me, I’d be fine with a city. Cities aren’t so closed off, there’s opportunity there, an escape from the small-town mindset that I’ve grown to despise. But until I can afford to leave, I have no choice but to deal with these problems. 

I exit the vehicle and slam the door shut, heart racing with anger that slowly recedes back into my stomach.

Annie exits the car, popping a few caffeine pills on the way. “Joel keyed Jules’s car with me three times because he’s a little bitch, and he got Wendy arrested, both were hilarious.”

“If by ‘little bitch’ you mean horrible fuckin’ racist then yeah.”

Miles laughs, “well… sounds like the little bitch deserved it. What about this Wendy?”

“She’s crazy and I ratted her out to the cops.”

“Fair ‘nuff,” Miles replies. 

The three of us enter an open field next to a rocky cliffside, barely lit by the near-full moon. The train tunnel runs through the cliffs, and should lead us to the right place. Not far from that is the old diner, which could pass as abandoned with its lights off. But it isn’t what we came for, Annie hands Miles and I large flashlights from her backpack. I flick mine on and scan the inside of the tunnel. It’s barely wide enough for the train to pass through, so we’ll have to be quick.

Creeeeeeeak. My head spins, an eyebrow raised.

“Did you hear something?” Annie asks.

I guide us through the dark tunnel, still aware of that drawn out creaking sound. Something about it sends gives me goosebumps, but what? It sounds almost like any ordinary squeaky tree, you'd hear a million of them if you listen hard enough. “Just the wind. C’mon.” 

Footsteps echo off the long walls as we make our way through. Graffiti  marks every wall top to bottom, but it’s a fair distance before we find our spot. In unnervingly neat writing, Hours To Hours is etched into the wall above a mound of dirt. I find myself staring at the words, even when Annie and Miles are satisfied. Just as I have since I was a child.

It’s an anomaly I’ve grown used to, and one I’ve given up trying to explain to anyone else. When I was just a kid I asked my mom why those three words were etched into my bedframe, but she assumed I did it and scolded me. When I go to the beach in town I manage to find the words somewhere in the sand every single time. Every abandoned spot I’ve explored in or around town has had the words painted on a wall or two, every room in my home has them written in someplace, and I even find brand new ones from time to time. Under the kitchen sink, inked into books, scratched into impossible-to-reach areas like the ceiling above a stairwell or fifteen feet up a telephone pole. But it got so much weirder only a few years ago when my grandfather was in the later stages of his dementia. Only a few days before he died he called me to his room, which was odd enough. Only an hour ago he told me he had no idea who I was. He called me in just to whisper those three words, and I never saw him again after. Though my memories grow foggy, I can recall so many awful moments in my life where I would be shortly reminded of those three words. When I failed ninth grade it was on my report card, when my dog was killed, it appeared just above the reward for the sick person who used it against me.

“Joel? You okay?” Miles eventually asks. I have no idea how long I was staring. 

I dig through the Earth but turn up with nothing. 

Miles kneels next to me and paws at the dirt. “What are we looking for?”

“I don’t know,” I answer. “But there’s nothing.”

“That’s cause you’re looking in the wrong place,” Annie says with a proud smirk, before heading out of the tunnel. Lookling at Miles, he shrugs and we follow her.  

Annie leads us back through the field and points to something across the road. A metal mesh fence surrounds the back end of the building. We walk closer when Annie points to something along its back wall, a tiny red glowing dot. “A camera,” she says. “Looks like it could’ve caught whoever went into the tunnel.”

“Nice catch Annie,” I reply. 

We lose line of sight with the camera and inch closer. Seems they opted for a single door handle lock, should make for an easy bust.

Annie bumps my fist and we walk around to the other side of the building. “Are they still open?”

“Lights are all off,” I say.

“Alright, tomorrow after school we’ll go in and ask to see the footage.”

“What if they don’t let us?” Miles asks.

Annie grins, “Then we’ll do it the fun way.”

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