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#I’m still really excited about this I swear I haven’t forgotten
theautisticwriter · 1 month
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Love Letters: Yandere! Hazbin Hotel characters X G/N Reader
Characters- Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, Lucifer Morningstar, Vox
Show- Hazbin Hotel
Genre- yandere, romantic
Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!
Warnings- yandere themes, swearing, stalking, virtual stalking, threats, unwanted attention, delusional characters, mentions of planned kidnapping, pet names
Word count- 1.7k
Extra notes- Alastor’s part is platonic, he’s platonically in love with you!
key: n/n = nickname, y/n = your name, g/n = gender neutral
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Hi N/n!
Oh my gosh, it’s been so long since i’ve sent you a letter! I’m so sorry! The hotel has been sooooooooo busy! But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, how could I? You’re all I think about!
I’m excited to tell you i’ve been decorating your room at the hotel! Of course, when you come here you can redecorate if you wish to! Whatever makes you the happiest sweetie! Or, you could even share my room!
I can’t wait to come get you, I really do think you’ll like it here. We’ve all worked so hard to make this place as welcoming as possible, and you’ll warm up to the other residents and staff after a little bit of time! They can be a bit much at the beginning, but don’t worry your pretty little head, I wouldn’t put you in danger. The hotel is super safe, especially now that my dad is helping too!
Please write back, at least once? You haven’t responded to any of my letters, and Razzle told me you kept throwing them out ☹. Unless you use your trash can as extra storage, I’m not sure why all my letters keep ending up there!
Nevertheless, I’ll retrieve all the letters when you move in, and we can look through them together and reminisce about our adorable beginnings.
Yours truly,
Charlie Morningstar!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ
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Dear Y/n,
I understand that these letters started to freak you out, and that’s why I haven’t sent any in a while, but I felt like I needed to continue writing to you. It’s our only way of communication right now, so until you move into the hotel, this will have to do.
It’s hard to write down my feelings for you, I can’t ever seem to find the right words which must be why you didn’t understand that these are love letters. I’m not some creepy guy trying to kidnap you, I love you and want to finally bring you home as soon as possible.
Charlie is still working out the details of your stay, but she’ll be finished soon, I promise. Would you like your own room or to share mine? If you write back, we could discuss your personal preference towards the rooming situation?
You’ll get used to this, to us, soon enough. I have no ill intent towards you, I’m the only person in this shithole that actually cares about you and your safety. I can keep you safe, I can, I will.
I’ll see you soon, y/n.
Stay safe,
Vaggie
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Salutations, Dearest!
Aren’t letters just marvellous? Texting and calling is merely a phase, the “old fashioned way” as sinners call it, is the only correct way. It shows effort, thought and has a charm to it that this technology nonsense lacks immensely.
You’ll be with me soon, and once you are we’ll get rid of all your electronic devices. Radio will be enough to keep you entertained, I assure you my dear. It would be such a treat if you tuned into one of my broadcasts, since you are the only viewer I wish to listen. You could listen to me, whilst I watch you, how splendid!
As much as this hazbin hotel is doomed to fail, I do believe it is a safe residency for us to stay at for the time being. Your current accommodation is far too lacking in the security department, from personal experience, I can confirm it is quite easy to get inside. Of course, I can get anywhere you are no matter what you or anyone else tries to do, but I didn’t even have to try! That’s no good, now is it?
Don’t fret, my dear. All will be well once you’re under my official protection and guidance. Nothing will get in our way, you have my word.
The radio demon,
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Hey, n/n!
You deleted all your socials, what gives?? You’re making me write letters now? I mean, i’m not against letters, they’re real romantic and shit, but dming you was so much easier babe. Was some fucker harassing you? I’ll torture the shit out of them, just give me a name toots.
Anyways, it’s not like it really matters, letters and texting, we’ll be SPEAKING in person pretty soon ;) I can’t wait to see that gorgeous face right in front of my (equally gorgeous) face. This face makes money baby, money that I can drown you in. Whatever you want, i’ve got you covered. Isn’t that exciting? Something to look forward to for you, besides living with me, which is a huge upgrade from your shitty house right now
Fat nuggets (our pet pig btw) can’t wait to meet you! He’s real cuddly, as am I, so don’t ever worry about feeling lonely with us here. Our room is filled with soft fluffy crap, all yours for the taking!
I’ll see you soon cutie,
Your Angel Dust 𓆩♡𓆪
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To Y/n,
This is a fucking hassle, writing letters, you know that? You need to quit whining and come down to this shitty hotel before I come bring you here myself. It’s not so bad here, once you get used to it. And the people are fucking annoying, but they mean well. Unlike those dicks you hang around with, I don’t trust them, and trust me, I can spot a prick with my eyes closed.
I’ve rented you a room in the hotel, next door to mine. I paid with my own fucking money, which I earned at this stupid bar, so be grateful. I could of bought a lot of booze with that cash, but I saved it up for you. Niffty cleaned it real nice for you, so stop taking so long. You have two more days before I start moving your shit.
Hate me all you want, it’s for your own good. People don’t often realise what they need, but I’m a bartender, I know people more than they think. And I know you more than anyone else.
Two days, y/n.
Regards,
Husker 𑁤
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Hihi!!!!!!!!
It’s Niffty! You know that though, right? Nobody else is sending you letters right y/n??!?!! Tell me they aren’t, tell me i’m the only girl in hell who’s sending you love letters!! Alastor said it’s the most romantic thing to do for someone sweet like you, so if anyone else is that means they like you! >:(((
I like you n/n! I like you more than anyone else does, I pinky swear it!!
Your house needs a clean, I came in last night through your window and did your kitchen real good, but then you woke up and I had to go :(( Your room at the hotel is sooo super clean, because I clean it every 3 hours to make sure there’s no bugs. I eat them for you, don’t worry n/n.
It’s gonna be sooo fun when you move in with me, we’re gonna do so much together! I’ve made you a crown too!!
Niffty :DDD
P.S, I hope you like the ant I stuck to the envelope, I picked him just for you!
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My beloved Y/n,
It has been far too long since we last corresponded, my sincerest apologises. How are you? I hope the answer is well, but how could you be without your prince beside you? I am restless without you as i’m sure you are without me. I’ll fix this little problem, not to worry! I am worthy of your affections, I’ll prove it to you til the end of my afterlife. Which is infinite! Because I am very brave, and incredibly powerful!
My attempts to join the overlords are not going as planned, but once again, do not fear my love! In a few years we shall rule side by side! My minions are excited to meet you, they will guard you with their pathetic little lives and answer your every call! Unless you asked to leave, they won’t let you do that, but you wouldn’t ask that! You’ll be happy with me, right?
Right?
Please I needyouineedyouineedyou
Haha, ignore that scribble! The eggs pushed my arm whilst I was writing.
I’ll see you soon my dearest,
Yours forever,
Sir Pentious (your future husband and future overlord)
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My Y/n,
How are you doing sweetheart? I’m doing great, yes, totally, I’m always great! I’m the king of hell! What’s there to be depressed about? Everything Nothing at all, everything’s perfect my end! It would be much better with you by my side however, what do you think? I think so.
I can give you anything you want, do anything you want, be anything you want! I can give you everything, and you can give me, well, you! Your hand in unholy marriage, your smile. Anything you want to give me, I’ll adore.
Sorry, that’s awfully sappy isn’t it? Do you like that sort of thing? I hope so, I hope you’re feeling valued by my words and my letters. I haven’t gotten one back yet, which is totally okay! You’re probables super busy, and that’s okay! You can tell me everything you want to when I bring you to my palace (that’s where we will live, it’s big, and very expensive, i’m rich by the way)
Anywho, my daughter needs my help today at her little hotel, so I’ll send this to you before I go. Charlie will love you, and you’ll love her. And me
Forever and always yours,
Lucifer (I’m a king by the way :P)
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N/n,
This letter in itself is a sign of how much I care about you, because I do not write letters to people. Throwing out all your electronics and the cameras I put in your house hasn’t helped your little rebellion. I’ll just have to get you sooner than planned, which isn’t a problem for me. I was hoping to court you for longer, but you’ve pressed my buttons sweetheart.
You were very thorougher with your search for all the tech in your house, you got everything. Which i’ll give you credit babe, is impressive considering how much I put in there. Who knew you were so smart? It’s almost cute, if it wasn’t so hopeless.
I’m not sorry for what’s to come, my methods aren’t moral but, hey, who the fuck is moral down here? I am sorry for the emotional distress you’ll endure, but it must be done. You’ll get over it, i’ll make sure of it.
By the time this reaches you, I’ll be outside. Make sure you answer the door for me, kay?
𝕍𝕠𝕩
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sunnys-out · 4 months
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One for the road | Alex Morgan x Reader
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Part 2 of Your damn cherry chapstick
A/N: Again we are going to, again, pretend that voicemails can be this long lol. Tech at work stopped working so was able to write this.
Warnings: Internalized homophobia, slight nsfw, not a happy ending
WC: 684
*Ring*
“Hey sorry I missed your call, just leave me a message and I’ll get back to you when I can! Bye!”
“Hey (y/n), this isn’t technically a text…but you will probably not even listen to this. So, I guess I’ll just say what I need to say for my own sake.”
Pause
“I remember the first time that I had met you…you were way too excited that morning practice…I was not. laughs Then we got paired up for drills and I could barely keep up with you…I don’t think you even broke a sweat”
Pause
“You were one of the few that had class after practice while the rest of us headed back to Clark Kerr to shower and sleep a bit longer. I made an off-hand comment as we were going our separate ways. I had seen a vendor near our dorm on the weekend selling strawberries and wondered when they would be back so I could buy myself some”
Pause
“I didn’t think about it until that evening…you knocked on my door with a small,green basket filled with strawberries. Honestly, I didn’t expect it especially from you...I mean we had just met. You just took one from the basket and took a bite, ‘just one for road as payment’ you said to me with a wink as you walked away to your room down the hall”
Pause
“I think that is when I started to fall in love with you…yeah I loved you…I probably still do…no, I still do. Sigh You became my best friend and I don’t ever think I can be as close to someone as I was with you. When we had our first kiss in the hallway of the frat house celebrating our win against Stanford…I swear I didn’t taste the tequila that you drank earlier but the strawberry you had the day we met.”
Pause
“I fell harder for you every day but I got scared…when you introduced me to Servando…I saw an easier future. You were everything I dreamed of but my career was just starting…I was becoming a poster child and the world is better but- I- sacrificed everything I had with you to have everything I have now. I hurt you I know…it hurts me knowing that. The Gala, I left you the moment I saw the recruiters, my fear came back again and I attached myself to Servando. You would be ok without me was my thought; you didn’t need me…Portland was smart to take you when they got created”
Pause
“(Y/N), I didn’t realize how much what I did affected you until you got injured for the first time in Portland. The eyes you shot at me when I approached you in the physio room to check on you. The force that you used to pushed me away, ‘Don’t fucking touch me’ keeps playing in my head when I remember that day. I really lost my best friend”
Pause
“You said that you remember the way I-...I remember those times too…I haven’t forgotten that. You were more than that to me. That last time…it was a goodbye but I just wanted to be close to you again to just be around you. I wanted to be near you when you had your career ending injury with Portland. That’s not what I did. I kept my distance when I saw you go down and from then on I kept myself from you.” 
Pause
“I did listen to your voicemail if it isn’t obvious…I’m sorry…You’re right when you say that I would think to run back to you if you showed up at the wedding…but it would only be a thought. I’m still that scared university student, fearful for her future but so in love with her best friend. You don’t deserve what I am doing to you, so this will be my last message to you ok? I love you and even if I won’t be in your life anymore…I will always be rooting for you…maybe in the next life we-... never mind. Goodbye, (y/n)”
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mangohedgehog · 1 year
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Chapter 3 (FINALE): It's Pouring
(CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2) 🌶🌶�� every chapter lmao
18+ NSFW, MDNI
PAIRING: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: [Modern AU] Back in Marley, going about life as you know how, you can’t help but wonder what could have been with your Paradis hookup had circumstances been less complicated.
FEATURING: All Characters 18+ (S4) - Minors DNI, Jean Kirstein, Pieck Finger, Annie Leonhart, Porco Galliard
A/N: I declare winter has ended! 😌
This series is the first fic I’ve posted after > 10 years of pretty much zero creative writing. So I was super nervous posting this, and (maybe I’m being dramatic but) the support by way of comments/reblogs/likes/asks you’ve sent my way has been incredibly encouraging. I’m truly grateful! ❤️ Excited to keep turning my jean brainrot daydreams into stories and to continue growing as a writer 😌 (@clifforcondatbh your kindness and encouragement have literally given me life, I love you to death 😭)
Hope you enjoy ❤️
WC: 9K
READ ON AO3
CW: vanilla, multiple orgasms, oral (fem receiving), fingering, vaginal sex (protected), swearing, praise, porn with plot
mᥲkᥱ mᥱ ωᥲrm: it's pouring
“How was your date last night?” Pieck asked. Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
“It was… fine,” you responded, swirling the warm liquid in your half-empty cup before slurping up another sip.
“Just fine?”
“I don’t know, he was nice and all, but...”
Pieck’s chin bobbed down knowingly as she leaned onto the table between you. “Don’t tell me.”
You shrugged, feigning a look of innocence. “Tell you what?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re still hung up on that scary-looking Paradis guy?”
Biting your lip, you slid your guilty eyes to the gray buildings outside the window. You had told Pieck what happened with Jean in Trost, but you would take what went down with him at the inn to your grave.
“Listen,” she said in a firm voice. “It’s been a month. That ship has sailed. You’ve gotta move on!”
“I know,” you grumbled, tapping along the edges of your cup. “I know, I just…”
Pieck’s face was riddled with concern. “It’s not good for you.”
It wasn’t fair that you felt distressed over Jean’s absence in your life. After all, you were the one who had shown him the exit a month ago. Had you known at the time that it would have been this much of a burden to get on with your life, perhaps you would have been selfish for a moment longer and let him spend the night.
But alas, you were back in Marley, far away by measures of both time and distance from Jean. He had probably forgotten all about you with the attention he was certainly getting from his more local romantic prospects.
Your shoulders sank in self-pity.
Pieck’s brows knitted upward as she sighed. “Seriously, what’s so special about this Paradis dude?”
“Jean,” you reminded her, the sound of his name enough to make your heart thump hard against your chest. Your eyes nearly glazed over in wistful recollection.
“Girl, you are way too cute to be wasting all this energy on some boy you met—what, twice?”
“I know it never would’ve worked out,” you admitted, voice muffled as you rubbed a hand over your face. “Which just makes me want it more.”
Pieck’s lips pressed together while she struggled to respond, and when she did, her tone shifted with sudden vibrant energy, “Hey, you know, Porco’s a really good guy! If you gave him a chance, I think you’d like him.”
You scanned the puddles spotting the sidewalk outside, flinching when you noticed your pathetically downcast reflection in one of them. Quickly correcting your posture so that you sat upright, you replied, “You’re right, I haven’t given him a fair shot.” A quiet sigh passed through your lips. “I’ll go out with him again.”
“Great!” She clapped her hands together in satisfaction. “Because I know he likes you. Just don’t tell him I told you.”
You forced a laugh, unsure how to feel about the revelation, then thought out loud, “I should probably text him back, then.”
“You haven’t—?!” Pieck nearly dropped her cup, tiny beads of coffee flying from the lid as it wobbled on the table. “Girl, Porco’s my friend! You can’t treat him like someone you met online.”
“I was going to respond! I mean… eventually.” Cringing under Pieck’s judgmental gaze, you explained in a panic, “I just didn’t know what to say!”
“Please text him back. For my sake, not his. If you ghost him, I’m the one he’s going to come crying to.”
Your head tilted. “Why don’t you date him?”
With a shrug of her shoulders, Pieck simply responded, “I don’t see him that way.”
You groaned into your drink before taking another sip.
“What was the last message he sent you?”
You tapped into the chat on your phone and read it aloud, unaware of the grimace you wore. “‘I had fun tonight. We should do it again sometime. Smiley.”
Pieck stared at you with an expectant grin, prompting you to roll your eyes.
“yeah :)” you typed out.
“And, sent,” you declared, voice completely devoid of enthusiasm. “Happy?”
Pieck chuckled at your mocking tone. “I’m trying to make sure you’re happy here.”
A corner of your lips curled upward. “And I love you and hate you for that.”
As Pieck continued to tease you for your dramatic pining, the two of you were joined by Annie, who had been caught up in heavy traffic—the rain was unkind to city roads. Her arrival brought a welcome change in subject from the topic of your pitiful love life.
Outside the warm bubble of your friends’ company, the storm passing through Liberio continued to rage on the streets.
The steady gurgling of water through the building’s gutters echoed through the walls. Blurry street lights sparkled through the raindrops speckling your windows. Flashes flickered in and out of view at the corner of your eye.
The relentless pattering of rain against your window nearly drowned out the buzzing of your phone. Fingers curling into the plush throw wrapped around you, you groaned at the sight of your screen lighting up at the other end of the couch. Reluctantly, you poked an arm out to retrieve it.
Great, a text from an unknown number. “What is it with all the spam these days?” you grumbled to yourself before tossing the phone beside you.
You took a sip of hot tea from your mug and settled back into the cushions to resume watching TV. And you continued successfully for several minutes before your eyes began to flicker between the show playing and the small, dark screen staring up at you. Curiosity getting the better of you, you hit pause with a sigh and grabbed your phone.
“hey,” the text read. You squinted at the number. It definitely wasn’t a Liberio area code, so it couldn’t have been—
Wait.
Fingers tapped hurriedly around the device, plugging the area code into a search to find that it belonged to numbers from Paradis.
South Paradis, specifically.
Your breath hitched.
You had only one reasonable—or rather, hopeful—guess concerning the identity of the sender. Could it really have been Jean? But, how had he gotten your number? You didn’t recall giving it to him yourself. Or maybe you had? An entire month had passed since that night in Trost, so perhaps bits of your memory were missing.
You formulated your response: “who is this? connie?”
A half-joke that would also cover the possibility that it was not Jean texting you. You hit the send button, and before you could shut off your screen, the mystery person on the other end began typing.
You drew your phone closer to your face, staring at the bouncing bubbles in wait. Not a minute passed before the reply came: “are you fucking kidding me”
You snorted, forehead bumping into the screen. Chewing on your lip, you stared at the message, imagining it in Jean’s voice. Heart rate accelerating as you struggled to come up with a response after dreaming about him for a month, you clicked your screen off to take a breath. You would need time to come up with the right words. You hit play.
Several minutes passed before your phone vibrated against your hip. 
“it’s jean,” read the second of the double-text.
A smile tugged at your lips. “hmm doesn’t ring a bell,” you replied.
“ok fuck you”
You bit into your cheek and risked being forward, “again?”
“so you do remember me”
Imagining that egoistic smirk on his face, you laughed into your hand bashfully as if he were actually watching. You gave in, “what’s up, jean?”
Typing…
Typing…
Still typing…
The bubbles vanished. You scratched along the edges of your phone, wondering if they might reappear. And for the next few minutes, they did not.
It grew increasingly difficult to concentrate on the show you had been watching, mind plagued with the sudden contact from a guy you thought you’d never see or hear from again. Sips turned into gulps as you downed the remainder of your tea. Your fingers plucked at the stitches along the edges of your blanket.
Why had Jean reached out when you had been so clear with him that nothing could happen between you two?
The phone that you checked periodically continued to display nothing other than spam notifications from random apps. An hour passed, and still nothing. You left that silent phone on the couch and readied yourself for dinner in defeat. Perhaps Jean had simply faded out of your life once again. Dramatic, but he had swooped in and out of your life in a blur twice before.
You wished you cared less.
You wished you weren’t affected by the actions of someone you barely knew.
You wished that when you returned to the couch after throwing together a meal, you hadn’t gasped pathetically in excitement at two new notifications from him.
“ill be in liberio this weekend,” the first one read. “is ice cream still on the table?”
What was happening?
You and Jean were still near-strangers. The only thing he really liked about you was that you chose him over Eren. There was nothing deeper behind the short-lived connection you and Jean shared. That time you spent together was meant by all logic to remain history.
So, why had he reached out?
And what the hell were you supposed to do in response?
Throwing yourself into the couch, your head sunk back into a cushion as you released an exasperated groan toward the ceiling.
Rekindling this fire, which never really had a chance to burn in the first place, could have consequences. There was no guarantee it would smoke and fade just as smoothly as it had in Paradis. This time, flames could spiral out of control and scorch one of you in the end. Or, even if the fire did develop into a healthy blaze, a rainfall like the one storming down on Liberio tonight would pass by to extinguish it.
You could become attached. And he would inevitably go back to his home overseas.
It could really hurt this time.
But… it would give you a chance for a proper goodbye. Perhaps the reason you struggled so much to move on was because you lacked closure.
When he had left your hotel room in Trost, you had thought it would provide that closure, but the fact that he continued to plague your mind for weeks afterwards indicated otherwise. If you agreed to meet him, it would only be one more time. If you kept your head on straight and avoided getting caught in the trap that was his eyes, you might finally put your pitiful yearning to rest. Surely you could manage that much self control.
Or maybe all these thoughts of supposed reason streaming through your mind were a trick your starved pussy was playing on you.
You held your phone out in front of you, ignoring gravity’s threat to send it hurtling into your face. Jean’s last message stared at you just as intensely as he did in person. Nibbling on your lower lip, you tapped back to your messages and opened another thread.
“you up?” you typed out. “can you talk?”
Only seconds later, a photo of Pieck overtook your screen as the device began to buzz.
“fuck i got on the wrong bus,” his last text read.
You scrolled up and down on those messages that you had read about a hundred times already, unsure whether your head spun from nervous anticipation or the noisy machinery whirring ceaselessly behind the counter.
For how much effort she put into selling you on Porco, Pieck had been surprisingly supportive of you agreeing to meet Jean. “I just want what’s best for you,” she had told you over the phone. Even through those tinny speakers, her love for you was crystal clear.
You scrolled through the conversation of mostly mundane planning logistics, drumming the fingers of your other hand against your thigh. The wall was cool against your back, even through the several layers you had worn to brave the minutes-long walk through the rain.
An inviting refuge from the storm outside, the ice cream shop’s cramped interior buzzed with the chatter of customers, who normally would have eaten outside but now packed its sheltered tables. Trendy brass fixtures overhead cast a soft glow over the room, reflecting off the glossy surfaces of the counter and white tiles below. The air was imbued with a creamy aroma, a sharp contrast to the damp smells of the city just beyond its doors.
Outside, evening hadn’t yet approached, but the sun seemed nowhere to be found past the thick misty haze that blanketed Liberio. And eventually, after twenty minutes that had felt closer to an hour, the bell above the door jingled as a familiar mullet ducked through the opening.
Your heart pounded against your chest.
As Jean used his large hand to shake out shimmering droplets of rain from his hair, he drew the eyes of not only yourself, but also many others in the shop. Towering above the low tables with a halo cast around him from the light hitting his back, he was a sight to behold.
A tall, handsome man whose damp hair fell effortlessly into a perfect waterfall over his neck. Whose jawline cut into it like the sharp edge of a cliff. Whose gleaming golden eyes could stand in for the sun itself. Who wouldn’t steal a glance?
It took only a second for you to realize just how stupid you were for agreeing to meet with him, because it only took one look to fall for Jean.
His eyes, shining amidst the muted backdrop of Liberio, landed on you and snapped you from your stupor.
“Hey,” he panted, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
“Hey,” you said, forcing a smile as your heartbeat resounded in your skull. Fingers trembling all the while, you led him to the end of the line of a few customers waiting to order.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he said. “I was trying to get here early, but I went the other way for ten minutes before I realized.”
“Happens to everyone,” you laughed. “Liberio is not kind to newcomers.”
He sighed in relief at your quick forgiveness. “Didn’t pack an umbrella, either.” He slapped a spray of raindrops off the edges of his sleeves, then finished with a grumble, “Damn it, I thought you said the weather was nicer here.”
“It is,” you defended your beloved home. “We haven’t seen a storm like this in ages.”
He scoffed. “I’ll need to see it to believe it.”
It didn’t take long for you to move down the line and reach the counter, where you, as a regular of the establishment, ordered the usual while Jean ordered the seasonal special. You spun your card in your hand as the cashier rang you up, completely unprepared for Jean’s arm stretching out in front of you like a fence to hold you back as he quickly scanned his card.
“What the—? I owe you,” you scolded with genuine disappointment. “Why’d you do that?”
Ignoring you as he signed and tipped, he mumbled, “You can get me next time,” without thinking, surely. That’s as much as you chose to read into it.
You managed to snag an empty table as two patrons left with their hands shoved in their pockets and hoods drawn.
“Yes!” you cheered under your breath, removing your jacket to fix it atop the back of your chair.
Across the small round table, Jean mirrored your actions as if in slow motion. One arm at a time, he pulled his sleeves off, shaking his broad, V-neck-clad chest free like he was shooting a damn perfume advertisement. He tossed the jacket over the back of his chair, then coolly slid into his seat while combing his fingers through his damp hair.
“Who the hell gets ice cream when it’s raining?” he muttered, snapping your gaze from his forearms to his eyes.
You laid your phone down on the table, the time flashing up at you to remind you of his tardiness. “If you’d seen the line at this place any other day—trust me, the rain’s worth it.”
He huffed out a laugh through his nose and scooped up a spoonful of his ice cream. You followed suit, nearly choking on your utensil at the sight of his eyes widening like a puppy’s.
“Holy shit, this is good,” he lisped as it melted in his mouth. His eyes sparkled with excitement, crinkling at the corners from the grin he wore as he held the cup out toward you. “You gotta try this.”
There was a fluttering in your chest from the way he beamed at you over something as small as ice cream. Clearing your throat to compose yourself before appearing smitten over this man you were preparing to say goodbye to, you shaved a layer off the ice cream in his cup and wrapped your lips around it.
You nodded. “It’s good.”
It was more than good. As his gaze spilled over you like hot caramel, it might have been the best bite of ice cream you had ever tasted.
“Here, try mine,” you offered, extending your cup out for him.
He took a bite, eyes stretching even wider. “Damn.”
A joyful feeling rumbled in your chest before breaking out in a soft chuckle. “You really like ice cream, huh?”
His lips parted for a moment before that dumbfounded look hardened into his characteristic scowl. “Everyone likes ice cream,” he said flatly.
The conversation calmed as the two of you shared trivial details of your lives in between bites of ice cream. Jean also felt inclined to update you on his friends’ lives—apparently, while Connie had adopted a dog and while Eren had accepted a job offer, you hadn’t gotten through a single day in the past month without brooding over Jean.
And everything you continued to learn about him made it worse. He cared deeply about his friends, despite his biting sarcasm around them. He cared deeply about his family, expressing boyish irritation towards his overbearing mother yet speaking so highly of her otherwise. And, perhaps it was wishful thinking, but he seemed to care about you, too. Jean was so much sweeter than he let on.
He was nowhere near as voracious as his friend Sasha, but he still finished his serving at impressive speed. He could hide his delight over ice cream in his words, but as he aggressively scraped at the melted liquid in the cracks at the bottom of his cup, he could not fool you.
“You can share the rest with me,” you offered, sliding your cup to the center of the table.
“No,” he firmly refused.
As you continued to scrape away at your ice cream, you kept the cup directly between you nonetheless. His eyes flickered between your face and that dwindling mound.
The table buzzed, vibrating against the tiles. Jean must have gotten a text. You took another bite.
“Who’s Porco?”
Lips pursed to a point and eyelids torn wide open, your neck snapped toward your phone. After a full day of silence, Pieck’s friend had decided to text you at this moment. Of fucking course.
You swiped your phone into the cover of your hand, knowing it was too late. “No one.”
“Well, apparently no one ‘can’t wait to see you again,’” Jean mocked in a bitter tone, his slitted eyes slicing into yours with intensity.
“It’s nothing,” you mumbled, cheeks growing warm as you averted your gaze.
Exhaling sharply through his nose, Jean rolled his eyes. “Chill out, I don’t give a shit if you’re seeing someone.”
Your phone buzzed again, but you dared not look, simply tucking it further into your torso pressed against the edge of the table.
With a heavy hand, Jean scooped up a thin shaving of your remaining ice cream, leaning back into his chair as he ate it, sights locked on you.
“So, where are you staying?” you asked, voice wavering as you attempted to change subjects.
The muscles of his jaw rippled. “The Plaza Hotel.” Stare unfaltering, he took another bite of your ice cream—this time, a full spoonful.
“Damn, fancy,” you awed. “I’ve lived in the city forever and still haven’t set foot in there.”
Another bite. His spoon was heaping this time. “Eren knows the owner or something.”
“That’s amazing.”
You pulled the ice cream towards you to see only a measly puddle remaining at the bottom of the cup, then downed what little was left.
Jean’s eyes wandered to the windows, which were blurry with streaks of rain streaming down them. Street lights and neon signs with indiscernible lettering shimmered against the distorted cityscape.
“Do you have plans tonight?” he asked, voice low.
“My plan is to curl up on the couch with a blanket.”
“What, can’t handle a little rain?” he teased, appearing to force back a smile.
“It wasn’t that long ago when I almost froze to death in Paradis. I’ve had enough cold for the year,” you laughed.
“Wimp.”
You scoffed, jaw dropping in amusement. “And what are your plans?”
For a moment, his eyes searched yours as if they might find the answer in them. He shrugged. “I might go on a walk.”
Your brows slid up in doubt. “Without an umbrella?”
“Or maybe I’ll check out a bar.”
“Yeah? And how many wrong buses are you gonna take to get there?”
The tension that had been pulling on his jaw relaxed as his lips stretched into a smile. “Fuck,” he chuckled. “Fine, I’ll just curl up with a damn blanket.” His laughter spilled out like a summer breeze, its contagious warmth spreading to you.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop,” you offered, your smile refusing to leave your face as he continued to wear his. “I know how scary it can be for a country boy to get lost in the city.”
He huffed, the corners of his eyes still crinkled as he covered his mouth with a hand in a failed attempt to conceal his laughter. It drove you mad how cute he looked when that rigid facade dropped.
“Okay, fuck you for that,” he said. “But I won’t say no to the offer.”
As you ducked under the cover of the bus stop’s awning, you shook the water from your umbrella. The musty smell of wet asphalt mixed with the exhaust fumes of the city traffic, but Jean’s crisp cologne provided your nose some relief.
“The weekend bus schedule isn’t as regular,” you explained. “So we might have to wait a bit.”
“You should head home. It’s the 9T line to the plaza, right?”
“It’s fine, I’m also waiting for the rain to die down a little.”
He cleared his throat. “All right.”
The two of you faced the road, turning your heads every so often to check on the other. Along the street the two of you faced, cars regularly drove by and umbrellas of various sizes and colors bobbed along the sidewalk. But walled by rain on all sides, you stood in relative privacy.
The silence was loud. Every so often, the dinging bells of a passing trolley would echo from behind. Passing cars skimming through the puddles pooling on the streets splashed water every which way. Raindrops pattered onto the sheet of metal above, ringing their rhythmic sounds throughout the partially enclosed space.
“What do you think of the city so far?” you asked, rubbing your hands over your upper arms.
“It smells like shit,” he deadpanned.
You snorted, and he smiled at the sound.
“But I like it. A lot, actually. I wonder how different my life would have been if I grew up in a place like this.”
“I felt the same in Paradis,” you said. “Life here can feel too fast-paced sometimes.”
He let out a drawn-out sigh. “If only it weren’t a five-hour flight away.”
“If only.” You wondered if he could discern the wistful look in your eye.
Brief but heavy bouts of silence punctuated the remainder of your conversation. Both of you kept the topics light—you asked him trivial things about life in Paradis, while he asked you trivial things about life in Marley. The whole time secretly daydreaming about what could have been, you wondered if he was doing the same inside that far-too-pretty head of his.
Upon seeing a bus turn the corner into view a ways down the street, the conversation once again lulled. Your fingers fidgeted at your sides, struggling to hold onto this last moment with Jean.
“You live close by, right?” he asked, as if his departure were not imminent.
“Yeah, I’m just a couple blocks away.”
“You must eat a shit ton of ice cream, huh?”
You laughed, “Let’s just say I knew what I was doing when I signed my lease.”
He echoed your laugh with a soft chuckle of his own.
As the bus approached the nearby intersection, you could make out the dim letters scrolling across the screen above its windshield.
9T LIBERIO PLAZA via Tybur St
“Looks like your ride’s here,” you announced, hoping your internal disappointment hadn’t seeped into your words.
“Oh” was all Jean said. He stayed silent as the vehicle rolled closer.
The bus screeched to a halt before you, its wheels kicking waves of water over the edge of the sidewalk. The doors slid open with their usual hydraulic hiss. Inside, the bus driver didn’t even spare the two of you a glance.
“Thanks for the ice cream,” you said. “Let me know if you’re ever in town again.”
His eyes were glued to yours, the thread of his gaze made of steel so strong it bound him to your side. His lips parted, but no sound came out.
If Jean didn’t board the bus soon, he’d be stuck waiting in the rain for the next half hour until the next one arrived. So, you nudged his arm with your elbow, snapping him back to his senses with your touch.
“Here,” you said. You dipped out from the awning as if lowering your head might somehow shield you from the rain, shoes squeaking against the rubbery steps as you scanned your bus pass against the sensor inside. And as you hurried out and back under the shade of the bus stop, Jean swapped places with you.
Turning his head over his shoulder, he bid you farewell, this time a bit more fully than the last couple. “It was nice seeing you again,” he said, words sweet yet his tone flat.
And just before the doors banged shut, the sweet sound of your name in his voice squeezed through the gap. Moments later, his back disappeared into the aisle, and the bus began revving forward.
Had you made a mistake?
Should you have held Jean back? Told him of the torment you’d endured this past month after your last encounter? Somehow convinced him to stay another day—or days, or longer—so that you might be able to spend more time with him?
The bus drove past the next intersection, down the straight line of Tybur Street. You wished it would turn a corner and force your focus back to your life, but it stubbornly stayed in your field of vision, gradually shrinking along with your romantic prospects as it rolled away.
It was fine, you told yourself. Porco was nice, and, most importantly, he lived close by. You wouldn’t have to worry about him not being around. Perhaps seeing him another time might spark enough feelings for you to move on from Mullet Man.
Now partially blurred by the rainy haze, the bus flashed its red tail lights as it pulled into the sidewalk at the next stop a few blocks down the road.
A single passenger emerged.
Then, the bus, along with Jean, continued on its way out of your life. You were certain the last two goodbyes would have been the last, but this time felt more painful, more definitive. Telling him to reach out was simply a polite gesture—you knew he wouldn’t. There had been a silent acceptance about the both of you while you stood together watching the rain just minutes ago. Neither of you were prepared to attempt a long-distance relationship with a near stranger. You didn’t even know his last name.
Is this what closure feels like?
Whatever. The sky was beginning to darken. It was time to head home.
The person who had dismounted the bus walked toward the direction it originally came from, their strides long and urgent as if late for an important event.
Why hadn’t they just gotten off at the previous stop if—?
Holy fucking shit.
As the figure approached, with hands in their pockets and no umbrella in sight, that familiar mullet came into view. Your pupils dilated as wide as they could possibly stretch.
There’s no way.
Braving the storm with his hood down, Jean coursed toward you in a near-dash. Dumbstruck, you blinked several times, expecting each time that the strange sight before you would disappear when your eyes reopened.
It did not. You were not delusional. He had gotten off the bus. And he was headed straight toward you.
“What the hell are you doing, Jean?!” you cried once he was within earshot. “You’re gonna get sick!”
He slid to a stop under the downpour, just on the other side of the curtain of water spilling from the awning, then panted, “There’s this job I’m looking at!”
“What are you even—?! Fuck, get out of the rain!” Throwing your arm forward, you grabbed him by the soaked cuff around his wrist and yanked him toward you. You stumbled back to avoid a full-on, sopping collision, but were unable to prevent raindrops from dripping down his jacket into your sleeve. Grimacing while shaking out your arm, you huffed, “What’s going on with you?”
His chest heaved, but he didn’t wait to catch his breath before he continued, voice padded with air, “I got a job offer last week.”
You tilted your head, face twisted in confusion. “Okay?”
“The pay’s pretty good, and I think the role’s a good fit. I’ll probably take it.”
You blinked a couple times. “Um… Congratulations?”
His fingers combed through his hair, shaking out the dripping strands over his forehead. “It’s an international company.”
“Not sure what else you want me to say,” you chuckled through your confusion. “Are you okay?”
“I’m, uh—I’m trying to say…” He clicked his tongue and exhaled sharply before clenching his hands into determined fists at his sides. “They’re headquartered in Liberio. I’ll be working out of Paradis, but… I’ll probably be around here more often.”
“Oh?” you breathed, feeling your heart begin to pound harder against the walls of your chest. Around here. You swallowed down the tide of optimism that swelled up your gut, mimicking the storm drains swallowing the water rushing through the streets.
Stay cool, stay cool, stay cool…
“That’s… cool,” you said the only word that came to mind, the smooth player you were.
A reddish hue, just barely noticeable in the dim street lights shining overhead, diffused across his cheeks. Jean scratched at the scruff lining his jaw as he struggled to look directly at you. “So, how serious are you about that Porky guy?”
“Huh? You mean Porco?” the words passed through your lips before you had even registered the full question.
“Yeah, him.”
“I thought you didn’t care who I dated.”
“I don’t,” he snapped. “I just think… it’s kind of fast.”
Your eyes squinted into a look of doubt. “You, of all people, think I’m going too fast with someone?”
“No, I mean you didn’t even wait to—” Smacking a fist against his head, he released an exasperated sigh. “Fine. Fine. I do care. I fucking hate it. I hate that you’re dating some stupid-ass guy with a stupid-ass name.”
Your heart lurched into your throat. Why did he get off that bus? To tell you about some random job offer? To shit on Porco? What could be worth getting drenched in this downpour?
“I don’t understand,” you mumbled. “What is it you want?”
Eyes narrowed on you and glinting with greed, he said in a deep, firm voice, “Date me instead.”
The desire you had previously shoved into your depths now erupted, spewing to the surface and casting a glow around his silhouette. You peered through the suddenly wide-open windows of his pupils into the honest longing that shone inside. Until now, Jean had seemed shrouded in mystery, but perhaps you had simply been blind this whole time.
As if the sun had ripped through the thick, stubborn rain clouds overhead, it became clear as day—Jean wanted you.
You must have looked as stunned as you felt, because after moments of waiting out your silence, he continued through chattering teeth, “Listen… I still live in Paradis, so I know it’s selfish of me to ask, but—” His brows pinched up into a look of sincerity as he took a shaky breath. “I think there’s something here.”
Watching blush like a sunrise consume Jean’s face, you felt your own face fill with heat.
The drops of water on his skin sparkled like gems under the headlights of passing cars. Rain ran in shiny rivulets down the defined columns of his neck, disappearing behind his jacket collar. And trained on you were his eyes, lighting up the gray city with their amber glow.
You must have been insane to have denied yourself of Jean back in Trost.
“Wish you’d asked me that before I paid your bus fare,” you joked.
His brows furrowed as he struggled to discern a clear answer from your response.
But he didn’t have to wait long for clarification. Sucked into those eyes, you soon found your hands creeping up the cold skin of his cheeks. Your fingers slid behind his ears into his undercut, the sopping clumps of his mullet spilling trails of stinging water down your forearms. As the sensation in your sleeves sent shivers through your body, you pulled yourself into him.
His clammy, trembling lips eagerly met your warm ones as he struggled not to devour you whole in his desperation for more of your inviting heat. He held your jaw in one hand, his long fingers quivering against your skin.
He tasted more like ice than ice cream.
You pulled away, making sure to stay close enough that his lips would stay warm in your breath. “My friend only set me up with Porco because I was so hung up over you.”
“Did it work?”
“No.”
He bit back a grin. “Good,” he responded in a raspy sigh before his fervent mouth was back on yours.
Drowning in his earthy petrichor, you wrapped an arm around his back, pressing your dry chest into his drenched jacket. Taking that as encouragement, Jean squeezed you by your waist tightly against himself, soaking slowly through your clothes. Every chill that ran up your spine from his cold body siphoning your heat was accompanied by the sensation of his burning tongue swirling around yours.
As he pulled away for a breath, you trailed a few gentle kisses along his jawline, his beard tickling your nose while you sucked up droplets of water from his skin with your hot lips. His teeth chattered so loudly that you nearly missed the sound of him mumbling your name.
“You must be freezing,” you whispered. “We should get you dried off. My place is just a few minutes away.”
“That sounds g-great.” He nodded, pulling you in by the shoulders for another kiss before you freed your umbrella.
Huddled close to you, Jean wrapped his arm around your lower back, the fingers of his other hand sliding into the gaps between yours over the handle of the umbrella.
No sooner than your apartment door clicked shut was your back against the wall and was Jean’s soaking body on top of yours. Desperately drinking in your taste, he moaned with urgency into your mouth, drawing sweet little sounds from you in return. Every lie you had told yourself in your vain attempts to get over Jean dissolved at his touch.
Even as the dripping strands of his fringe slapped your forehead like whips. Even as the damp fabric of your clothes stung against your skin as he squeezed your body tighter between himself and the wall. Even as those lips and hands continued to steal what little warmth you had.
You pushed him back by the chest until you had made a hair’s width of space for yourself. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” you breathed.
“Yeah,” he grunted in approval, eyes trained on your mouth as you helped his jacket off. Underneath it, his shirt clung to his skin, turning transparent over the peachy contours of his muscles.
“Oh my—“
He cut you off with another kiss, then smirked. “Your turn.”
And soon, your jacket met his on the floor. As he scanned you from head to toe, eyes trailing over the bra that peeked through your shirt, he swiped a tongue across his lips.
“Look at you… I was fucking insane to complain about the weather earlier,” he said, voice still shivering, whether from the cold or his recent arousal unclear.
You breathed out a laugh. “I was fucking insane to put you on that bus.”
As his tongue once again probed your mouth, you grabbed the fabric around his neckline, water squeezing out from it and into your palms. Short-lived bursts of heat from his body tore through the icy, prickling sensation of your wet clothes chafing against each other.
His hips grinded against yours, his boner hardening with each roll of his pelvis against you. Needy grunts spilled from his mouth down your throat.
As he trailed kisses from your jaw down your neck, his teeth tugged down on the top of your shirt to expose the skin underneath. His slick lips found a home in the sensitive divet just beneath your collarbone. Spurred on by the soft whines that escaped you, he nipped and sucked at the spot.
“So fucking pretty,” he groaned into your skin, “the sounds you make for me.”
His hands gripped the fleshy bottom of your ass to pin you against the wall as he dug his stiff bulge further into your hips. Picking up the pace of his humping, his grunts turned into stuttered moans. “God, I’ve wanted this so bad.”
From the way he gasped against your collarbone and bucked his hips erratically, he seemed awfully close to his climax. Not even five minutes had passed since you stepped through the door to your studio. “Don’t tell me you’re warm already?” you teased, running your fingers through his damp hair to turn his head back up toward you.
Taken aback, his cheeks flushed a bright crimson. His grip on your rear loosened. “N-No, I…”
Saving him from his failed attempt at an explanation, you tugged lightly on his bottom lip with your teeth. “We should take this off.” You pinched the cloth of his shirt.
Pulling him toward the couch by the fabric covering his pecs, his half-lidded, glazed eyes peered into your devilish ones that looked at him with hunger. Along the way, you helped each other out of every article of clothing aside from your underwear. His toned muscles, slick under a film of rainwater, glistened under the warm light of the lamp you had left on.
“God, you’re so hot,” you couldn’t help but breathe out.
“You’re hot,” he rasped. “Nearly lost my damn mind the first time I saw you in that little swimsuit.”
As your back sunk into the cushions, he lowered himself on top of you, his hands running all over your exposed torso while he grinded the erection tenting his briefs against your hips. Movements sensual and deliberate, he pressed his lips against yours, then slowly down the line of your sternum. After unclasping your bra, he sucked at your nipples and massaged your breasts, humming in approval at your hands raking through his mullet.
“Has he touched you here?” he husked, kissing a trail from one pert nipple to the other.
“No,” you whispered, twirling his locks between your fingers, as if you couldn’t fathom being touched by anyone else.
His lips resumed their journey further down. “How about here?”
“No.”
He passed your navel and stopped just short of where you craved his touch most. You pushed down on his head, hoping he’d continue, but his lips did not budge.
“So needy for me,” he teased. “Did you miss me that much?”
His hands explored the curvature of your thighs, thumbs rubbing pressure along their inner lines. Then, his mouth trailed kisses along the same line, from the inside of your knee, up, up, up—so close to your pussy that your hips squirmed toward his tongue in desperation.
“Stay still,” he demanded, inhaling your scent. “I can’t get a good look.”
Thighs trembling in the grasp of his large hands as you struggled to comply, you pleaded, “Jean, please… I need you.”
He closed his eyes and grunted in torment, “Oh, fuck.”
But before giving you the satisfaction, his now smirking lips jumped to the other thigh to do the same.
“Soon, Baby, I promise,” he mumbled between kisses, tickling your skin.
Hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, he slid them down your legs. His pace moving his lips up your thigh’s length was agonizingly slow, and when he had finally reached the outsides of your folds, your thighs squeezed into the sides of his head in a desperate attempt to keep him there and end his teasing.
His hands easily pushed back against your futile endeavor. The steamy puffs of his breath coated your entrance in warmth. “Has he touched you here?”
“No,” you whimpered. “Jean, please touch me.”
Pupils dilated as they took in the sight of your leaking pussy, Jean finally gave in. And when his lips clasped around your twitching clit, you gasped in such ecstasy that it sounded like an outright sob.
“The sounds you make for me…” came his muffled response, deep voice buzzing through your sensitive nerves.
His lips pulsed open and closed from your clit down your pussy, at which point his tongue entered the fray. It slid up your slit and landed on your twitching nub. As the hot, wet muscle flicked over your clit, his mouth formed a suction around it.
“Y-Yes, fuck!” you sputtered.
Spurred on by those sweet sounds, Jean’s head shook as he lapped sloppily around your entrance, as if the ice cream he ate earlier was merely an appetizer and this his main course.
While you watched him peer up at you, his eyes glinting from between your legs, your hands ran helplessly through his hair as you struggled not to shove him nose-deep into your cunt. But without pressure from you, he was soon there of his own volition. His tongue plunged into your hole, the tip of his sharp nose burying into your folds.
“Oh my—Jean!”
In response, he hummed with his tongue inside you, vibrating into your core.
“Fuck, Jean!” Your hips rolled into his face, and he rewarded you with more deep humming.
Panting as he pulled out to catch his breath, he slid his fingers into your entrance, which dripped enough liquid to rival the downpour outside your window.
“Look at me when you make those pretty sounds, Baby.” He began pumping his long fingers into your depths as he once again sucked on your clit.
A primal moan bubbled up from your core and fell from your lips.
Rubbed with such sweet friction inside and out, heat pooled beneath your skin. Your thighs shook so vigorously now that the legs of the couch pattered against the floorboards. The muscles in your legs clenched, then the inner walls of your vagina soon followed.
You choked on Jean’s name, sputtering as the sharp blast exploded through your body. You squeezed your legs together, body writhing while holding onto the sensation of him at your pussy while the explosion subsided, then allowed your limbs to go limp.
“Holy shit,” you slurred in your disorientation.
Jean, wearing a satisfied smirk, used the back of his hand to wipe your juices from his beard. As per his style, his narrowed eyes remained locked on your dazed ones throughout.
“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I didn’t warn you when I was about to…”
The curve of his smug grin deepened as he climbed on top of you and kissed you with the taste of yourself still on his tongue.
“Come all you want, Baby,” he said against your lips, voice strained as his impatient cock twitched against your hip. “I’ll just make you come again and again until I’m warm.”
You bit your lip, arousal twisting your stomach once again before you had even fully recovered from your recent orgasm.
The feeling persisted as he pulled away from you and began walking away from the couch. “Don’t go anywhere,” he ordered over his shoulder.
“Where the hell would I go?” you laughed with what little energy you could muster.
He scoffed, scurrying off, then returned moments later with his erect shaft in his palm and his other hand rolling a rubber down its length. It was a miracle those little things had been sturdy enough the last two times not to burst from Jean’s load.
He practically jumped onto you before twisting your body so that the both of you were on your sides and your back was flush against his chest. One of his arms secured you from underneath, wrapping around your waist to knead your breasts.
He breathed your name in hot steam against your ear as you whimpered from his touch. One hand wandered the contours of your sides before landing at your hip. The fingers that circled your nipples slid down and splayed across your midsection to hold you in place as he slid his shaft between your ass cheeks, which were pressed together into a slit by gravity.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned. He began pumping his cock between the two pillowy mounds of flesh, one hand pressing into your cheeks to squish them around his dick, the other moving to your tender clit.
Drawing helpless gasps from you, he rubbed circles into the swollen nub with the rough pads of those fingers you could never grow tired of. The overstimulation rippled through your body, consuming you in a haze that numbed every other sensation.
Twisting your arm to claw at the back of his neck, you moaned, “Don’t go back to Paradis tomorrow. Please, just stay here and fuck me numb.”
“I don’t have a choice…”
You whimpered.
“... when you beg me like that,” he finished with a groan, his hand leaving your backside to raise your thigh into the air.
“You’ll stay?” you breathed as he positioned his blunt tip at your entrance.
“For you?” His length disappeared into your body, eased in by the liquid your pussy was leaking. He echoed your moans with his own, then whispered into your ear, “I’ll stay as long as you want.”
You turned your head toward him so that his lips could catch yours in a kiss. This one was different from the others. It lacked the desperation, the hurry—it was heavy, sensual.
Jean kept his mouth firmly on yours, spilling groans down your throat as he stretched out your insides with his girth. He pulled his length out and plunged it back into your sopping depths with a lewd squelch, meanwhile devouring every whine that escaped you.
Gasping as his mouth left yours, he pumped his cock into you in slow, deliberate movements.
Voice stretching in sync with his strokes, you lilted, “What about you?”
“What’s that?”
“Has anyone touched you?”
Jean’s hips continued to knead against your ass. He nipped your earlobe as he responded in that deliciously deep, husky timbre, “When you’re all I can fucking think about? No way in hell.”
You rolled your hips back on his next thrust, groaning, “Good,” in response to his grunt.
As Jean’s pace hastened, his fingers dug into your thigh. His other hand slapped and rubbed at your throbbing clit. The couch squeaked steadily against the floor. 
“I’m gonna take this fucking job,” he grunted a word per thrust, punctuated by the sound of his balls smacking the skin between your thighs.
Eyes rolling into the back of your head, you asked, “And then?”
“And then… I’m gonna—Nngh.” One hand still sinking into the soft flesh of your leg, Jean gripped your bruised collarbone with the other and slammed his dick harder into your cunt. “I’m gonna come back here. Every other week. And fuck you so hard you’ll be sore until the next time I’m back.”
Fingers clawing into his veiny forearm wrapped over your chest, you could only sputter incoherent sounds in response.
Desperate for the future he himself promised, he pumped his thick meat into you—harder and impossibly faster—while you bounced like a rag doll in his arms. Your back slid against his torso over the layer of sweat that had collected between your writhing bodies. Against those pecs that had entranced you since the moment you had first witnessed them puff up in their bare glory.
He murmured praises against your neck, the sweet poison of his voice clouding your mind of all thoughts but him.
Jean’s rhythm stuttered, and his breathing turned erratic. “I’m—I’m close.”
“Me, too,” you whimpered, bringing a hand to your folds to rub into your clit as you approached another climax.
“F—uck!”
The pitch of his groans heightened as he slammed his cock against every nerve ending along your walls, and before you knew it, you were crying out his name as bright spots danced across your vision. Deep waves pushed slowly, like hot glue, from your core outward through the tips of your fingers and toes. If your first climax was the blast, this was the shockwave. While Jean, still buried inside you, gasped and rolled his hips into yours to pump out his load, your body continued to tremble from a high that seemed it might never fade.
While he heaved against your back, his dick slid out from you, leaving you empty as your thighs fell back together. He peppered sloppy kisses from your neck up to your cheek.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Jean whispered, sending a chill down your spine.
Gnawing on your lower lip, you shifted your body so that his sticky chest pressed against your side and his eyes peered down at you. You held his chin with delicate fingers, stroking the dark scruff before guiding his lips to yours for a tender kiss. As you pulled away, you noticed one of his hands was still wrapped around the ring of his condom, grip becoming precarious as his shaft softened.
“There’s a trash bin in the bathroom,” you said, a corner of your lips curving up.
He bobbed his head down and chuckled. “I’ll be right back.”
After carefully sliding his body off the couch to make sure you were comfortable, he waddled off. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
This time, in the comfort of your own home, you did not wait for Jean to return before you stood on shaky legs to join him in the bathroom. He waited with a smile to match yours as you peed, an awkwardly intimate situation that had the both of you laughing throughout. And when you two had finished cleaning up, he scooped you from behind without warning, carrying you to your bed princess-style before laying himself next to you under its covers.
Now that the lewd sounds of your time with Jean had faded, rain once again tapped audibly against the windows in a rhythmic, calming percussion.
He stroked a thumb over the lightly bruised spot beneath your collarbone. “What are you gonna tell Porky—”
“Porco.”
“—when he sees this?”
You shrugged. “No big deal, I’ll just cover it up with some makeup.”
Jean had started it, but his immediate regret was evident in the clenching of his teeth.
Before he could snap, you broke into laughter, placing a gentle hand on the rippling muscles along his jaw. He relaxed at your touch, cheeks burning red as you assured him, “I’m not interested in Porco.”
Trying to cover up his genuine relief, Jean smirked. “You sure? Let me know if you need more convincing.” He swiped his tongue across his lips. “I’m happy to help with that.”
You scrunched up your nose. “Gross.”
“Wasn’t so gross a second ago when you were begging me to stay here and ‘fuck you numb.’”
Nervous eyes darting across the room, you pulled the blanket up to your neck as if to conceal your embarrassment. “Are you, uh… Are you still leaving tomorrow?”
His teasing eyes softened as he looked at you in silence for a moment. “I’ll push my flight out a day,” he said quietly. “And I’ll be back in a couple weeks.”
“Okay.”
You had made your best attempt at hiding your concern, but Jean must have noticed a suspicious crinkle in your brow, as he responded, “Is that too long to wait?”
“No,” you assured. “No… It’s worth it.”
He swallowed, voice wavering as he spoke, “I’ll text you. Or call you. Whichever.”
A long exhalation left your nose in admiration of his genuinity. “Sounds good,” you whispered through a smile.
“All right.” He nodded with a relieved sigh.
“That’s right, when did I give you my number, again?” you asked, remembering your confusion from when he first contacted you.
You had expected a short, simple answer that would jog your memory, but he stayed silent. His lips tightened as they pressed together.
Brows knitted together in suspicion, you repeated your question more slowly.
“You, uh… You didn’t,” he admitted.
Your eyelids slid open in surprise. “Then, how did you…”
“I’ll be honest,” he declared, before you had even made any accusations. “Back at the inn in Paradis, when I went to reception in the morning to get someone to let you back in… there was a guest book behind the counter.”
Your jaw dropped before you teased, “You didn’t.”
“I didn’t search through it or anything! It was already open, and I saw your name on there, so I, uh… I took a picture just in case.”
You buried your head into your hands, laughter bubbling through the gaps between your fingers. “You literally could’ve just asked me.”
“I—” he prepared to defend himself, but instead grumbled, “Damn it. I mean, I was just gonna delete it, but after I saw you in Trost…”
“I’m glad you got my number, however creepy you were.” Your laughter faded, but your smile persisted. “I wanted to reach out. But I couldn’t find anything online without your last name.”
He scoffed, scooting closer to adjust the blanket over your shoulder. “It’s Kirstein.”
“Jean Kirstein,” you enunciated, his name like honey on your tongue.
A look of hunger flashed across his eyes as those sounds left your mouth. “Is there still time before dinner?”
You cocked a brow. “Probably. Why?”
He wet his smirk as he slid close enough that his breath tickled your nose.
“It’s just that I’m feeling kinda cold again,” he whispered, shrugging as if to ask what you planned to do about it.
A grin tugged at your lips.
And, fueled by the promise of a next time and a next time after that, you made Jean warm.
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Im not a sissy…5
The school year has just flown by! It felt like just yesterday when I was dressed in my latex maid outfit, covered in cum, getting locked into my new ultra-micro chastity cage. I can hardly remember the crazy year we have had. So many parties! So many cocks! I can’t even clearly remember them all. And I’ve almost completely forgotten what it was like to not be a sissy slut. It feels more like it was a movie I had watched once rather than my own previous life.
If I really think back to when I was a child, I feel more like I was a girl dressed like a boy, rather than an actual boy. It’s weird how that works. Today I woke up excited, It was the end of the school year and Kailey and we had both finished our finals! Even though we partied and snuck into so many bars, we also studied a lot. That was one of the conditions of her parents for us to live in their apartment. We must get good grades. I always felt busy. Between getting ready for each day, studying, partying and cleaning the house, I had almost no free time anymore. 
Today I got up and walked to the bathroom to pee. I slept naked last night. The weather had been perfect to keep the windows open, but not too hot to need to run the AC. I saw my reflection in the mirror as I entered and saw my thin girly body with this small metal thing. Looking down, it was perfectly flat from my view. I looked so feminine. I also looked so skinny! Kailey has had me on a very very strict diet recently. I swear it’s been mostly water, booze, and cum! What has my life become? 
I started the shower and got in to shave and wash my long blond hair. It takes so long to shower, so so many products to make me pretty. But I guess it’s worth it. I do feel pretty! I got out and dyed off with our big, soft, fluffy towels. I then spent a long time drying my hair and then doing my makeup.  I knew I was going to put my hair up in a pony tail and I wanted a more natural look for my makeup. Lots of mascara and natural colored eye shadow, and not too dramatic either. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went to pick out my outfit. It’s going to be an exciting day, a nice day for a party to kick off summer. 
I picked out this super cute black vinyl bikini set and a matching skirt as a cover up and paired it with a pair of Pleaser 6 inch strap heels, also black in color, of course. I laid them out carefully on my perfectly made bed. I then put on one of my maid's uniforms. A short sleeveless dress maid of satin. I slipped into some black pumps and left my room to go start Kaileys coffee as I do every morning. 
She was already up and sitting on the couch watching tv and shopping on her phone. Her make-up and hair were already done to perfection but she was still in her pjs. Pink satin short shorts and a small white tank top. “Good morning girl! How are you doing today!” I called to her from the kitchen as I made us both a cup of coffee. “Hey sissy girl! Wow, you look so cute! Are you excited for today?” She replied as she turned to see me. 
“I’m very excited! Although I have no idea who you have invited!” I spoke as I worked, knowing my time to finish my chores and get ready was very short. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll really enjoy our guest!” As Kailey spoke I could hear her smile in her voice. 
I’ve come to learn exactly what she meant. This was going to be a sex party. And with all of this studying we have been doing the last few weeks, I haven’t even had time to even think about sucking a real cock, let alone have one actually rammed down my throat. I could feel the thought making my little clitty leak in its cage. I can’t believe I’m actually excited about this. Excited to suck and gage on a superior dick! To get fucked by men with big thick massive cocks! And get filled and covered in cum! I can’t believe I’ve just become so incredibly horny and desperate that being used to please a real man gives me enough pleasure alone to make me cum!
I’ve only came twice since Kailey locked me in my new chastity. Although the last time nothing really came out at all. I just leaked some clear fluid. I think between the tightness of my chastity cutting off almost all cerculation to my tiny testicals and the hormones I’ve been taking have ruined me for good. I truly just get wet now, and I cum just like the sissy girl I have been forced to become. 
I swayed my hips seductively as my heels clicked against the floor to hand Kailey her coffee. I don't really walk any other way these days. The thought of sucking cock still on my mind. “Thanks Rose! You’re a wonderful sissy girl! Oh and when you make my bed, can you please change the sheets first. I finally had time to use my favorite dildo last night and I can’t believe it but I ended up squirting all over my bed! I pasted out shortly afterward from the incredible orgasm, so I wasn’t able to do it myself!” 
“Lucky you! I still haven’t cum since that club we went to downtown and those four guys took us into that back room.” I said without thinking much about it as I walked away. We both know she’s cum almost every single day I’ve been in chastity. “Oh well I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. You just need more dick I guess!” I could tell she wasn’t actually sorry for me. I know she loves my horny misery. It really seems to turn her on when I’m desperate and denied. 
I’ve gotten so used to this, and have found myself truly giving in, all of my will power crushed, excepting my life as it is. I couldn’t help but agree with her. “I know right!” I spoke almost absent-minded as I walked off to her room to change her sheets. I stripped the dirty sheets off of her bed and I thought back as to how I got here. With Trent forcing me to become a sissy and now Kailey keeping me this way. I can’t even remember what it was like to wear boy's clothes or even leave the house without makeup. The thought frightened me. Leave the house without makeup! Oh god, I don’t think I could ever do that! 
These girly thoughts didn’t scare me. I actually felt comforted by them. As I worked, my mind wondered, and by the time I finished changing the sheets and had the old ones in the wash, my mind was on boys. How many guys were coming over today? How big would their cocks be? How much would they cum? My mind was fixated on them. I’ve come to learn that pleasing a real man's dick is the only way I can get any pleaser myself. 
“You’re thinking about sucking cock aren’t you?!” Kailey shouted from behind. I didn’t know she was there and I literally jumped from surprise! Also, how did she know?? “What?! No.” I hardly got out, not even convincing myself. 
“Ha! You are! I knew it!” Kailey was overjoyed with this fact. “How did you know?” I didn’t even try to fight it. It didn’t even seem worth it. “You start moving extra seductively and you have this cute little smile and this sparkle in your eyes.” She said with this big pretty smile on her face. “It’s super cute! I love seeing just how much you have grown!” 
I could only blush. I felt complimented and proud by what she was saying. I knew I should fight this, but too much of me wanted this. And my wet panties were just another sign of this fact. 
I worked quickly on my chores with the time the party was to start rapidly approaching. We were going to have the party on our very large patio. I worked my butt off making sure everything was perfect, clean, and that there were plenty of snacks and drinks. I was changing out of my maid uniform and into my outfit for the party as I heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by the clicking of Kailys heels to answer it. I could hear her greet the guests and welcome them in. The deep voices of a large group of men filled the halls and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I have been so horny and I truly have been opening up to accept myself as the slut I have become.
I checked my outfit and hair in the mirror, quickly applied more lipgloss and then rushed out of my room to see our guests! As I turned the corner, I saw 5 guys all standing around Kailey. The shortest of them probably being 6 feet, but most well above that. Even in her heels Kailey was dwarfed by the strong, tall, masculine men. 
There was just enough time for the men to notice me when another knock on the door came. Since I was closest, I’d answer the door. “Hey guys! Thanks for coming! I’ll be right back, I’ll just go get the door!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement and arousal. I walked as seductively as I could, hoping I was sexy enough to keep all of them staring at my very perky ass. 
I opened the door to a very large group of very tall strong men mixed in with them were some of our girl friends dressed just as sexy and slutty as Kailey and I. “Hey every one! Come in, let’s party!” A wave of cheers was yelled back as a response from the group. The mixture of the men's deep voices talking and the clicking of the girls high heels filled our house instantly. Most men weren’t wearing much, short board shorts an a tank top at most. I could tell none of them were wearing underwear and I couldn’t help but stare at every guy and just be amazed and aroused by how big each one’s dick was! They were completely massive! 
Kailey and I somehow got the large group of people to head outside on to our patio. The weather was warm, but not hot. Our very large hot tube was on a cool setting, so it would be refreshing. The music was good, and the booze was flowing. Before long, all of us girls were grinding and dancing with several guys each. 
I was grinding my ass against a guy's huge cock. He grabbed my hips, forcing me against him, guiding my movements as my vinyl skirt slipped smoothly over his shorts, making his dick throb with every movement. The guy in front of me held my head as he stuck his tongue down my throat, keeping me from escaping his kisses. My hands couldn’t push them away either, as they were both busy rubbing the cocks over top the shorts of the men on either sides of me. I was trapped by these real men, already being used as their plaything, and my little clitty trapped in its cage leaked more than it had in some time. If erections were even possible for me, which they aren’t, I’d be as hard as a rock. 
I was in heaven. I lost track of everything else going on around me other than these four horny men making me feel so small and girly. I haven’t done a single thing to a girl that anyone of these real men are doing to me. I never will. I am a failure as a man. I am a weak sissy girl. A slutty sissy faggot, and the thought couldn’t have turned me on more. I let out a loud moan as I made out with the giant of a man. And as my ass rubbed against the cock desperately trying to turn it on so much that he finally disregards my consent and fuck me so hard. I can’t stand it, my hands frantically finding the waistbands of the shorts of both the guys on my sides. My pretty manicured finger tips gently and seductively pulling down their shorts and wrapping around their huge dicks. They gently rubbed up and down the large hard shafts. The guy behind me saw this and finally got the message. 
“Get this horny little slut over there!” I heard him yell out to the other men. He then grabbed me by my hips and picked me up. The two on my side both grabbed my hands and the guy I was kissing grabbed the hair on the back of my head. They carried me like a little sex doll over to one of the small tables we had. They pinned me down on my stomach. My high heels hardly on the ground, leaving my ass sticking out in the air. As they pinned me down, the guy in front of me threw his shorts down and just as my head hung off the other side of the small table, his massive cock approached my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept one of the most perfect dicks I'd ever seen. Excited I was going to be used for his pleaser and the pleaser of all the other men. I immediately gagged by it’s huge size as he wasted no time shoving it all the way down my whole throat in one forceful motion. He wasn’t going to wait for me to warm up and I felt his balls slap against my chin from the force and depth of his first thrust. Setting the tone as to how this was going to go.
The two men on my side also wasted no time in redirecting my hands to both of their cocks, forcing me to jerk both of them off. The man behind me also didn’t wait for any consent and pulled up my skirt, pulling my biking bottoms to the side and stuck his raw cock in my tight little asshole as he pinned me down by the small of my back. I had snuck some lube up there right before the party. I had learned from way too many past experiences to come prepared to make men cum. He was so thick though, it felt like I might split in half. And I did my best to try and relax and ignore the pain, but that happening at the same time as the guy shoving his cock down my throat, it was hard to do. He didn’t care though and followed the exact same aggressive approach as the guy in front of me. Forcing it deep inside of me.
All I could do was moan and gag from the pain. I could hardly stand it! I was totally helpless, I was too weak, girly, and pathetic to stop these real men from using me like a slutty sex doll. As much as it hurt, the reality of the gang rape I was being forced to be subjected to was such a turn on. I was leaking so much in my tiny micro chastity, desperate to be used by these men and hoping I could cum as a result of being their cock slave. Maybe their cum can fill my tight little ass as it overfills my mouth and rains all over me. Maybe then I could finally cum.
I was struggling to breathe from the huge thick cock fucking my face, filling up half of my whole throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I desperately gasped for air when I could. He didn’t care, he wanted to skull fuck me and he was going to. It was hard to focus on the two huge cocks I was jerk off, but every time I slowed down they had no problem grabbing my small little wrist and forcing me to move at the pace they wanted. Struggling to breathe helped keep my mind off the pain from the intense ass fucking I was getting. They didn’t want to be gentle and were putting me through the roughest fucking I have ever had.
I still tried my hardest to please and worship their big strong long thick dicks. This is all about their pleaser and I wanted them to feel so good. I wanted to make these real superior men cum, cum all over me and fill me up. I’m there cum slut and I’m desperate for it! 
Eventually, I was able to relax enough to get into their rhythm. I felt the guy behind me pounding my g spot over and over again, working me closer to an orgasm. But the taste and feel of the big cock fucking my mouth was what was getting me closest. I don’t know why, but since I’ve been locked in chastity, most of the orgasms I’ve had are just from sucking dick. I’ve even had one just from practicing my blowjobs on my dildo. 
Then I felt it, the cock in my right hand twitch and throb, the man grunted “don’t you dare stop slut!” As I felt him cum, it squirting over my arm, and then on to my back. As he moaned a masculine moan, the man on my left also started to cum and moan. I focused all I could on keeping my rhythm the same for both of them as my small pretty feminine hands stroked the cum out of these cocks. Jerking them off, rubbing up and down, something my micro cock hasn’t experienced in years and never will again. 
The guy behind me then picked up his pace, his breathing got heavier and his massive penis thrusting as deep as it could go. His balls slapping me with such force it stung.  Then he throbbed so intensely and I felt his cum fill my ass. He kept thrusting over and over and I felt his cum starting to run down my legs. 
As he continued to pound my ass, the perfect dick that had been distorting my throat finally started to throb. He finally pulled it all the way out of my throat but just enough to keep his head in my mouth and shot more cum into my mouth than I had ever experienced. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't swallow fast enough. It shot out of my nose and the sides of my mouth. Dribbling down my chin. He slowly pumped the head of his cock back and forth in my mouth, messaging his tip with my tongue.  
The guy behind me finally pulled out and shot more cum on my ass. The large flood of cum he pumped into me spilled down my legs from my gaping hole. I was so close to cumming, so desperate, but I wasn’t able to. In my hopeless desperation I wiggled my ass, begging to be fucked more. 
Finally, as the last cock left my body, freeing my mouth, I gasped for air. I have no idea how long that happened for, or what anyone else was doing during that whole time. I looked up at the tall sexy man whose incredible dick I was sucking. “Thank you so much daddy!” I said without even thinking. He looked down at my cum covered face and said “Thats right you little sissy slut, your lucky to worship my dick. Beg daddy to suck his cock more.” I blushed and smiled “May I please suck your cock more daddy?” Fluttering my long lashes.
“You have to earn it bitch. You have to go on a date with me.” His large authoritative voice 
so manly compared to mine. “What if I don’t want to?” I playfully flirted back, but secretly upset that he would immediately deny me. 
“That wasn’t a question, slut! It was a command sissy girl.” He said in his strong voice as he grabbed my cum coved hand and wrapped it around his still hard cock and forced me to gently stroke it. 
“What do you say faggot?” He’s demanding questioning tone frightened and aroused me. I jerked him off and said, “Please daddy, I want to worship your cock. May I please go out with you?!” I tried to sound as girly and sexy as I possibly could. 
“Tell me how desperate you are for it. Tell me what a slut you are and how desperate you are.” He looked so strong, tall, and sexy and his commands combined with rubbing his cock, the taste and smell of his cum still in my mouth turned me on more and more. I felt an orgasm building up.
"Please daddy! Please, I’m a pathetic little sissy slut. I’m desperate to worship your cock and get your cum! Please let me please your dick! I'll be your perfect little cock slave! I want your dick!..” I was so desperate I was almost crying now. As I rubbed his dick, and verbally degraded myself, it finally happened, I came. It was so obvious because I stopped mid sentence, all I could do was moan and buck my ass like I was getting fucked while it happened. Still jerking off his cock as though each strok was making me cum more. 
As soon as I finished, he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face to look at him through my blurred vision. He said, “Now you may go on a date with me to worship my cock sissy. Now lick that cum off of you!” He then let go of my hair and walked away. I was left there all alone, covered in cum, and in a cloud of uforia. My heart and mind raced. I haven’t been on a date since I was with Trent! Oh my god, do I like this guy?! I didn’t want to think about that now.
Finally, after I regained my strength, I got up and started to do as I was told. I started licking my whole body clean of cum. This is when I noticed that everyone else also fucked each other and were all just about finished as well. Kailey snapped a photo of me as I licked my fingers clean. 
She then walked over to me, she too was covered in cum. “Hey slut! I heard you had fun, so much fun that you’re going on a date with Mason!” I just blushed “He told me you begged to worship his dick so badly it finally made you came just from that!! How pathetic! You really are a cock slave sissy girl!” She laughed in her cute little laugh. “Here post this super cute pic of you licking his cum! You look so sexy but there’s defiantly something missing, right about here.” She then grabbed my bikini top. “We need to get this little girl some boobs!”
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It’s not just a holiday filing- part 2
Pairing JJ maybank x y/n
Warnings- drugs (weed), kissing, swearing, arguing.
Summary- you went to the outer banks to meet jjs friends and see his life. Now it was time for JJ to do the same in England. He meets your family and meets your friends. But one friend turns out to be a snake, will JJ fall for her tricks?
Series- outer banks
This is part two You can read this but it will make more sense if you read part one first- 👇👇👇👇👇
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It was February half term. And I hadn’t seen my boyfriend since October. But that was okay because in a few hours he was going to be landing in England for the first time ever. My trip to the outer banks had been fun yet educational. I learnt a lot and learnt how different everything was in another country.
But now it was time to show JJ what England was like. February definitely wasn’t the hype of England but we would definitely have a good time still.
“When does he land?” My mother asked me just before I was getting out of the car with a big smile. “I’ve told you ten times” I laughed picking up my sign for JJ. “Sorry! I think I’m more excited than you to meet this mystery man you go on so much about” she giggled wiggling her eyebrows.
“Hm you’d be surprised” I shook my head “it’s- nice seeing you this happy” “can I go and get my boyfriend now” I tried to stop my mouth from smiling but it was useless. She nodded shooing me out of the car. I walked into the airport holing my sign just as the people began exiting.
I watched for him, for his blonde hair and big beautiful smile. And everyone had there own person they were meeting, I watched a girl a little older than me ran up to a dark haired boy. They wrapped each other in their arms laughing and whispering things to each other before they kissed. It just made me more excited for… JJ.
There he was. His eyes scanned the room until he met mine. JJ’s eyes lit up and he began swiftly making his way to me. We met and our lips did too automatically, I had almost forgotten what he felt like. His hands held my head and our foreheads touched “I missed you so much” my hands wrapped round his neck never wanting him to leave again. “I know the feeling babe” he kissed my forehead and pulled me into a hug.
“Welcome to England” I whispered holding him close. “The weather is definitely different” JJ laughed out looking around the airport. “Well I did warn you about the fickle weather here” “it will be nice not worrying about sun cream” he shrugged “In February, you must be crazy?” “Im crazy about someone” he tucked me under his arm as we started walking. “Oh I must warn you again” I told him holding his hand that was over my shoulder. “My mother insisted she picked you up- she’s waiting in the car”
“It’s okay I’ve learnt everything from our FaceTimes” JJ winked getting ready for the challenge. “Do you now? What’s her favourite colour?” I asked smirking up at him. “Yellow” JJ answered quickly “but ironically she hates bananas”. I laughed at him resting my head on his shoulders. “What’s she do for a living” “head teacher, has five degrees and is currently doing her masters” JJ explained pushing the doors open to the grey clouds.
“Perfect, I think your ready” I patted his chest and lead him over to my mums car. She was swiping on her phone leaning against the car. “Mum!” I voiced tearing away her focus to us. “This is JJ” I introduced while reaching for the boot to put his case in the back. “It’s nice to finally meet you in person” he smiled treading over to my mother. As forward as she was she reached out to hug him. “The pleasure is all mine JJ, y/n hasn’t stopped talking about you- your brought up in everything conversation”
“Well I hope it’s all good things” he laughed looking back at me. My arms were folded and my brows were raised. “I haven’t got a bad word to say” “I trust your plane journey was comfortable” “it was! Thank you again for upgrading me to first class you really didn’t have to do that” he thanked nodding. “Nonsense anyone who makes my little girl that happy deserves the best” “I’m not so little mum” I came over wrapping my arms around jjs arm. “No darling, your growling up” she smiled rubbing my arm.
“Let’s get home the journey is a good hour, JJ why don’t you jump in the front so we can get to know each other” she smiled telling him more than asking. JJ nodded and went round while I got in the back behind my mother. She drove us out of the car park asking questions non stop to JJ. He answered perfectly each time and kept looking back at me until we reached the drive at my London house. “Your house is amazing” JJ got out of the car gazing up.
“I have to warn you, when my husband gets back he will have lots more questions- he’s very traditional” she told him unlocking the front door. “I’ve got that” JJ rushed over taking his case off my hands “it’s okay your my guest here” “did I do okay? I’ve never met anyone’s parents” “you did perfect you have nothing to worry about” “well I’ll never have to meet anyone’s parents ever again so” jj shrugged his shoulders looking into my eyes.
“I love it when you talk about our future” I closed the boot and linked our hands as we made our way through the front door. “So what’s the plan for tonight?” JJ asked me closing the front door behind us. “Thought I’d invite a few friends round we can all just have a little drunk up together” I shrugged putting my hands on my hips. “Sounds like a plan” “but tomorrow, your all mine- I’m going to take you around London few shops few sights” “I can’t wait” he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“My parents have agreed to stay at my grandmothers house so we can have our gathering tonight” I wiggled my eyebrows hitting at the fact we would have the house to ourself. “Don’t make me regret agreeing to that y/n” my mother smirked walking past us into the front room. “Let’s- go upstairs” I covered my laughter with my hand. “Hmm I get to see the famous bedroom in person” “one better, you get to stay here for a week” I giggled opening the door.
JJ scanned the room from left to right. “It’s a lot bigger in person” he wondered over to a board of photos that hung over my desk. “Oo should I familiarise you with everyone?” I jogged over. JJ nodded his head with a small smile. “I remember this is charity and tanyel” he pointed to two of the girls that came on holiday with me. “Yes they are coming tonight- so is Jade, Katelyn and Betty” I pointed to three photos. “Jade Katelyn betty got it” he nodded “my boyfriends coming too so watch out” I pointed to a photo on my bedside table in a frame.
“Didn’t think I forgot about you did you?” I smirked while he laughed “we don’t have that many pictures- we will have to get more” he walked over closer to me. “going to be surrounded by girls tonight am I” JJ giggled pulling me in my my waist. “Sure are” I laughed leaning in for a kiss. My love language was physical touch and jjs clearly was too. Because we hadn’t seen each other in so long we could keep our hands off each other.
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Later that evening
Me and JJ stayed laying in bed the rest of the day watching tv, making out and just catching up really until eight when my parents left and we started to get ready. Thankfully when my dad met JJ all he asked was how he was doing when they shook hands, I think my mother had spoken to him. I came out of my on-sweet in a little white dress with long droopy sleeves and tights on. I set my eyes on my boyfriend standing by my bed texting on his phone.
He was wearing loose dark blue jeans and a white top. His necklace was pocking out and he’d placed some more silver rings on his fingers now. The boys blonde hair had been brushed out but it was still styled in that messy style which had me weak at the knees. “You look stunning y/n” his eyes lit up and a smile presented itself on his face. “You’ve cleaned up well yourself maybank- my girls better behave” I stared walking to my dresser to get my jewellery getting quite worried now. “Are they- known not to?”
“Maybe Jade when she’s drunk but… hopefully not” I bit my lip turning to the boy who’d appeared behind me. “I have your Christmas present- I want you to open it before getting ready” he took my hand leading me over to my queen sized bed. “JJ are you serious? We said no presents because we wouldn’t be seeing each other at Christmas” “I know I didn’t even plan it I just saw it and saved because I thought you’d like it”. He rummaged around on the floor in his bag and pulled out a long black box.
“I feel awful” I looked up at him taking a seat next to me. “Don’t” he laughed tucking my hair behind my ear. I gently pulled off the lid revealing a golden locket with the first letters of our names engraved on it. “JJ” I gasped with a smiled. I opened it and inside was a picture of us. The same one as on my bedside table. “I don’t know what to say- it’s gorgeous I’m overwhelmed” I turned to him leaning in for a quick kiss and then hugging him as my eyes welled up.
“I’m glad you like it” “I love it- your so sweet no one has ever done anything for me like this”. He brushed my hair out the way slowly brushing his fingers across my back and clasped the necklace securely on me. “You deserve princess treatment y/n- your so special” he took my hand and looked me in the eye. I was about to kiss him again but the door bell went off. “The girls are here” i tightened our grasp between our hands and we made out way down the stairs opening my door.
“Hey babe!” Jade smiled rushing in to hug me “hey lovely please come in” I rubbed her back with my Spare hand and waited for the rest of them to enter. In came tanyel and then Katelyn, betty and then charity. “This is jj” I introduced while closing the door and squeezing his hand. “Nice to see you again” Charity grinned at him. “And you and nice to meet the rest of you” he nodded looking around the faces. “How you liking England then? It’s much different to the outer banks huh” tanyel questioned.
“Oh massively but it’s nice to get away from home for a bit and the outer banks drama” he laughed “oh yeah y/n told us about them boys she met on the beach- what dicks” Kaitlyn shook her head patting jjs arm. “Well that’s kooks for you” he shrugged “outer banks lingo” I explained when no one understood. “Ohh- well anyway it’s nice to have you here yours and y/n’s story is so rare it’s beautiful” jade smiled nodding her head. JJ looked down and me and I wrapped my arms around his now.
“Well i meet thousands of tourists but no one like your girl here” JJ told me more than them. “She’s your girl” jade reminded him with an eyebrow raise. “Shall we take this into the front room i can’t wait to get to know you” Betty nodded towards the room. “Please- go ahead I’ve laid some drinks out I’m just going to grab my speaker” I let go of JJ to run up stairs to grab it. When I came back down everyone had sat down, JJ leaving me a clear seat and Holding Two drinks.
“M’lady” he passed it as I sat down next to him. “Thank you” I kissed his hand and then set the speaker up to my phone. We all got way too drunk talking and playing games. When we’d finished that we all started dancing to whatever was playing. Me and JJ had been making out the whole night i couldn’t wait to get him to myself. But then out the corner of my eye I saw charity bolting it to the toilet. “I’ll be back” I passed JJ my drink and ran after her practically becoming sober.
I walked into the bathroom and she was on her knees throwing up. “Oh hun” I pouted walking over holding back her blonde hair and rubbing her back. “Get it all out I’m so proud of you” I whispered as she spat into the bowl.
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JJ
Katelyn went and crashed down next to him on the sofa. “Do you smoke?” She whispered to him grinning. “Depends what you’ve got” he raised his eyebrow at her. “The good stuff” she pulled out a couple of joints from her pocket and then bounced up to go to the back door. JJ looked for me but I was still busy. “She will be a while she turns into a mum when anyone’s sick” Kaitlyn explained walking outside. JJ followed her and they both sat at a glass table, the light switched on automatically while Katelyn got out her lighter burning it.
“Didn’t see you to be the type” JJ stated when she passed it to him. “Well that’s because you don’t know me” she shrugged propping her head up at staring at him. “True” he shrugged taking a long pull. “Does she ever talk about me?” “Not unless your involved in girl drama” jj shrugged laughing almost. “That’s a shame, I’m way more interesting” “than who?” JJ questioned giving it back. “Than her” “her name being y/n” jj presented harshly. “She’s never had an- attractive boyfriend or a nice one” Katelyn inhaled and blew out.
“Well she deserve one” “so do i” she answered quickly giving the splif back to him. JJ kept looking at her trying to figure her out. “What exactly do you want?” He questioned putting the toll up between his fingers. “You” she shrugged “and I think you want me, your just worried because your living here for a week”. JJ took a hard look at her before bursting out with laughter “I’ve sorted it though- you can stay We with me I’m sure we would have a lot of… fun” she bit her lip looking at him.
“You know your almost convincing” “is that a yes?” She asked him. “Oh I wasn’t talking about this- I meant your friendship with y/n, you almost fooled me and you have everyone else fooled” “this where you call me a bad person but your still going to say yes?” She grinned showing her teeth. “No, this is just where I call you a bad person- because I don’t know how you could possibly want to hurt that girl” he shrugged closing his eyes for the last of the joint.
Katelyn took her chance pouncing on JJ and aiming for his lips at the same time the back door opened by jades hand. “What- the fuck?” She squinted her eyes. JJ put the zoot out in a hurry and looked up at her. “I was not- going along with any of that” he told her seriously. But Katelyn just laughed drunkenly and sat back. “Your unbelievable” she turned on her heels to come find me in the kitchen with charity. “We need to talk alone- is she okay?” “Yeah I’m fine- go” charity nodded into her water.
“Y/n” JJ Swiftly turned into the kitchen. “After me maybank” jade took my hand pulling me to the stairs. I looked at both of them confused but JJ looked as if he was heartbroken. Jade pulled me into my room and closed the door. “What- happened is everything okay?” “No” she shook her head putting her hands on her hips.
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A few moments later I stormed out my bedroom and ran downstairs. “Y/n It’s not what you both think can I please talk to you” he tried to block my way. “In a minute” I said sternly looking up at him. He sighed and let me past so I could find Katelyn. She was sitting on the sofa glued to her phone like nothing had happened. I grabbed her hair pulling her up. “What the fuck! Y/n get off of me you psycho” she screamed but I pulled her along getting the front door open.
With that I pushed her out my house and she felt onto the floor. “Don’t come back, bitch” I stated angrily and slammed the door on her. All the girls were watching me and JJ too. “Can we please- he started. -it’s okay JJ” I cut in shaking my head. “Jade told me she came onto you she heard everything, how you defended me- everything thing you said” I smiled weakly my eyes till teary. JJ came over sighing and wrapping me up in his arms. “I’d never do anything to hurt you” he kissed the top of my head. “I know”. He turned to Jade who was smiling at the sight of us two.
JJ mouthed “thank you” to her and she nodded at him. “Do you want us to go y/n? Give you two some space?” Charity asked me sympathetically. “You don’t have to go…” I told them “it’s okay really, we can see your not in the mood no more” tanyel nodded understanding. “I love you girls” I smiled at them. “We love you and we can see how happy JJ makes you- none of us would ever want to jeopardise that” Jade explained to me.
We all said our goodbyes while they called a taxi to drop everyone off home. Me and JJ went straight up to my room and changed into pjs to settle down in bed. “Are you really okay?” He asked for the seventh time. “I’m hurt but she’s really not worth my time” I laid down on his chest as he scooped me up in his arms. “I can assure you, I wasn’t even tempted for a second” he whispered softly. “Because I’m in love with you y/n”. I looked up at him with a big smiled and sparkling eyes. “I love you too JJ” I giggled hugging him tightly.
“I don’t want anyone else, I just want you- and I’ll tell you that as long as you need me too” he told me kissing my hand. “I’m so glad we wasn’t just a holiday fling” I whispered with a tear running down my cheek. “We did it babe, we’re here” he wrapped me up in his arms again as we both nodded off to sleep deeply in love.
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sassy-pelican · 2 years
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The Way I Loved You
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: language, brief smut, some angst, 
Summary: inspired by the song of the same name by Taylor Swift [spotify]
A/N: I listened to this song earlier today and immediately thought of this premise. Hope you enjoy it. I think the reader can be read as any gender but I won’t swear to it. 
This is un-beta’d. I will go down with my ship full of mistakes. 
Word count: ~1.5k
Present day
You smile as Mark talks with you friends. Everyone laughs as you widen your smile, yet it doesn’t reach your eyes. You don’t even really know what they’re talking about at this point. All you know is they seem to like him and he likes them. 
“I’m going to get another drink,” you interject. “Anyone want another?” 
“I’ll take another,” Mark says, still smiling. “Thanks!”
You nod and walk to the bar. “Two beers,” you say after flagging down the bartender. 
You knock shoulders with someone and stop dead. Nothing in the world would ever make you forget that smell, the musk, the leather, the cheap whiskey. “Sorry,” he mutters, turning and stopping at the sight of your face. 
“Hi,” you say, only a bit breathless. 
“Hi,” Dean replies. “You look good.”
“Thanks, you too.” 
“So, what are you up to these days?” 
“Not much,” you reply, suddenly having trouble meeting his eyes. “I have a job at a diner and do a few repairs on the side.”
“That’s good,” Dean says. You can see the hesitation in his face and want nothing more than to reach up and pull him close. “You seem happy.”
A lump forms in your throat. “I am.” 
“You should swing by the bunker some time, say hi to Sam.”
“I will,” you say, trying to swallow past the longing and hurt. You can see your friends eyeing you from the table while Mark is still talking about something. “I have to go.”
“Right,” he says. “Good seeing you Y/N.”
“You too, Dean.” The sound of his name almost catches in your throat but you manage to keep your voice steady. 
“Who was that?” Mark asks when you get back to the table. 
“An old friend I haven’t seen in a while.” It’s not a lie. Dean was a good friend before he was something more. 
“You should’ve invited him over!” he says, still polite and excited, completely oblivious to the rock in your stomach. 
“I did, he didn’t want to intrude and he had someone waiting for him,” you lie through your teeth, yet you know he won’t be able to tell. 
“That’s too bad.”
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Mark snores next to you as you stare at the ceiling. You can’t get Dean out of your head, cursing him for bumping into you. It’s been days and yet you’re still thinking of him constantly. You should be happy. Mark does everything right - he’s kind, a true gentleman, loves your friends, never raises his voice, loves the same things you do - and yet, it isn’t enough. There was never any spark, not for you. 
You felt more touching Dean for a second than you have in months for Mark. Mark is good, he’s the kind of man you deserve, the kind you should want. He’s comfortable and you hate it. 
4 Years ago
“Why the fuck did you do that!” Dean screams. 
“I’m not going to stand back and watch you fucking die!”
“Neither am I! You think seeing you get stabbed was fun?!”
“I have a shoulder wound Dean! You would’ve been dead! I can’t handle you dead!” Every word is filled with anger and hurt. All you want is for him to understand you love him. That you can’t bear the thought of him gone, dead. “Goddamn it! I fucking love you! Why can’t you get that through your thick ass skull?!”
“I know you love me Y/N! It’s because I love you that I hate this!”
The needle pierces through your skin and you wince but quickly go rigid. “I’m sorry,” he says, softly this time. 
“Me too. I can’t stop myself from protecting you Dean, the same way you can’t stop yourself from protecting me.”
“I know,” he sighs. “I just hate it.”
“I hate it too.” 
Eyes lock and lips crash, stitches forgotten. Teeth bite at lips and tongues invade mouths and what little clothes you had were tossed to the side. Your back hits the shitty motel mattress and Dean sucks at your jaw. 
Your nails scratch down his back almost savagely, but he still moans into your mouth as you try to pull him closer. “We should wait,” he gasps, trying to pull away. “I need to finish your stitches.”
“I don’t care,” you breathe out, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him down to you. “I want you.”
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The windows of the impala were fogged up, the seats sticky with sweat. You know you’ll have marks in the morning but you don’t care. The feeling of Dean inside you and the way his lips feel on your neck is enough to make you forget every care you had. 
“Fuck,” you moan, nails digging into his back. “You feel so good.”
He groans into your ear before he shoves his lips against yours. His hips pump harder, faster, and the car shakes. “I fucking love the sounds you make,” he whispers. 
You pull at his hair, “Fuck me harder and you’ll hear more.”
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The rain is cold on your skin but you don’t care. You can’t be there, locked up with him another moment. He never left you alone. You need to be alone sometimes. Sam was frustrated and left days ago, telling the two of you to “work it out and call me when it’s over.” A week later and it wasn’t over. 
The once comforting walls of the bunker became suffocating. The loving embrace you yearned for became overbearing. The little quirks you loved and laughed at were annoying and frustrating. You needed a break and he refused to give you one. 
You can hear the roar of the impala a few yards out, and can faintly hear him yelling for you. “Get in the car Y/N! It’s freezing!”
“Leave me alone!” you scream back. “I need to be alone!”
“Okay! I get it! But just get in the damn car! You’re going to get sick!” 
You don’t move and you hear him curse, before the door opens and slams shut. Strong arms grab you by the waist and next thing you know you’re upside down. “Dammit Dean! Put me the fuck down!”
“No,” he says, eerily calm now. “We’re going home.” 
Everything in you wants to scream, kick, argue with everything you have but you don’t. The rain is seeping into your skin and your bones feel cold. Hair is plastered to your face and you’re just exhausted. 
Not a word is said on the ride home, nor is anything said as the bunker door slams shut. The two of you don’t acknowledge each other as you go to the shower room and him to your shared bedroom. Nothing is said as you slip in bed beside him. But you wake up wrapped in his arms like nothing ever happened. 
Present day
Tears silently stream down your face. There was hardly ever a moment of peace between you and Dean. Everything was bursting with emotion to the point to destruction. It was uncomfortable yet the most comforting thing in your life. You miss it. You want to feel it again. 
You need to feel the rush of passion. The burning anger in your chest. The warm fluttering of love. You need to feel him again. You and Dean always argued, never agreed on much, but when it counted, you were a joint force. You loved him with every fiber of your being. You still love him. 
A hastily written note is thrown next to the coffee pot. Your favorite clothes are packed into your dusty duffle. The old feel of your keys in your hand brings you comfort as you pull the tarp off your old rust bucket. It still brings a smile to your face though. 
Seeing it, your duffle in the back brings a wave of nostalgia that stabs you in the heart. You can’t fight back the tears when your hands find the steering wheel. You missed it, this piece of junk that reminded you of times past. 
Mark doesn’t wake up as you pull out of the drive. 
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The large building looms ahead and you smile. You pull up by the front door and shut the car off. Trepidation begins to burn in your gut, guilt and fear alongside it. Yet almost automatically you step out and swing the duffle over your shoulder. Your fist is pounding against the door as your heart hammers in your chest. 
It swings open and Dean stares at you. Neither of you say anything. There's nothing to be said. Yet tears are forming in each of your eyes. Instinctively the two of you walk to your old room and you drop your bag on the floor. 
Nothing has changed. Everything is still just as it was. Dean turns to you and this time you can’t unlock your eyes from his. 
You grab his face and kiss him hard. Every ounce of your love for him seeps through your lips. His hands grasp at your waist with desperation and longing. Fingers are pushing and pulling as you cling to one another. 
“Stay,” he whispers. 
“I am.”
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shinagawa-division · 1 year
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ARB Birthday Special 2022: Sumire Shinomiya
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~~ November 6th ~~
“Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history’s fingers, down it goes.”
Login Lines:
“Hey there, good to see you around, something you need?”
“A present? Wh-oh fuck, is it already that time?! Shit, I need time to prepare!”
Voice Lines:
“Yes, yes, happy birthday and all that shit, look, I’m not really in the mood to celebrate right now so just drop off your gift and beat it.”
“19 years…19 years and I’m still here, nothing’s changed…”
“Happy 7th birthday to meeeee!”
“Honestly the birthday party Scorpion Den throws for me are more for the kids than for myself and once night falls and they’ve all gone to bed, I let the rest of them do whatever they please, it makes me…happy in a way to see them enjoying themselves, as my family should.”
“A few days ago, before my birthday, I kept having this…dream? No, a memory, of my last birthday before…before…everything. I don’t know what the fuck my brain is trying to tell me but it better fucking stop. The last thing I need is to reminisce a time I’d desperately want to forget.”
“I swear, Aiko and Malphas are the cutest, I don’t know what to do without them. Malphas wrote me ‘happy birthday’ using his webs and Aiko…well, I haven’t really seen much of her today, which is odd considering she was so excited about my birthday, I could tell she tried to keep it under wraps but…well, Aiko has never been exactly subtle…”
“Ritsukoooo! I eagerly await my gifts!…Wha? How could you?! After everything I have done for you! The betrayal! It hurts! I don’t know how I can move on!…pfft! Hahahaha! Okay, okay, I’m done! Sorry, I just wanna mess with you a little, oh c’mon! I know you can’t resist your favorite student! So, whaddya got for me?”
“*whistles* Ritsuko, not that I don’t love your gifts but aren’t you worried that someone might figure out you’re stealing and giving away top secret information and equipment, especially to an “internet terrorist”? Oh? Confident, are we? Well…thanks, a lot. I really appreciate it, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing gets traced back to you, just doing my job as your apprentice.”
“….Do I even want to know what you got for me, Miho? Actually, I’d be more surprised if you even got me anything at all. *sighs* Well, I’m in a hurry so might as well make this quick so…what is it?”
“Are these…tickets? To an…a-aquarium? I…NO!! I-I mean, no, I’m fine, I’m fine…uh, why are there three?…To take Aiko?…Okay, sure, we….we can go when I get back…but I want to make this clear, I’m only doing this for Aiko…nothing else.”
“Hey there, Ai! There you are! Where were you? I thought you’d be short-circuiting from excitement today, don’t tell me you’ve been avoiding your big sister?”
“Oh…Aiko, this is…this is so cute haha, is this why you’ve been so shy lately? No, no, I love it and it’s not bad for your first time! Mhm, thanks, little sis.”
Ritsuko Lines:
“Sumire, congratulations (and my condolences) on your day of birth. I’m afraid that I’ve completely forgotten to find you a suitable gift for you…on second thought, perhaps trying to fool you on your birthday was a mistake on my part, please cease your prattling. *sighs* Interesting how you age yet never seem to change in terms of personality, anyways, here.”
“I’d figured you’ve known about Chuuoku’s growing relationships with some of the world leaders after the war. Lots of deals have been made and trade routes are expanding more than they have ever been. Of course, nobody knows about the underground trading system, I’m sure once you take a look at the files, you’ll be pleased with what you find. I wouldn’t worry about the consequences, I’m sure Chuuoku will find some poor, unfortunate soul to string up on the street. I’m glad you find it valuable, I wouldn’t give nothing less for my dearest apprentice.”
Miho Lines:
“Sumire, I’m glad I caught you. I wanted to give you something…you know, you can at least try to pretend to be a little grateful. Ugh, why am I even doing this? You know what? Screw it, here.
“I…*clears throat* I remember how…content you were the last time we’ve been there so I thou-Sumire, are you alright?! I-I thought it would be a good idea for us and Aiko to take a nice trip but if you…Really? O…okay then, be back soon.”
Bonus! Aiko Lines:
“Big sister! Happy birthday! I’m sorry for acting so weird lately but it’s for good reason, I promise! Um…I wanted to make you something, something homemade and Mister Goro told me that sewing or knitting makes a good homemade present so I downloaded all that I can find having to do with either one but when I tried to do it…I guess I was so excited that I kinda skipped over some parts and…well, I don’t think it came out right..”
“It was supposed to be a cat and I guess it kinda looks like one?…I’m sorry big sister, I wanted to do something special…you actually like it?! B-but…it’s cute? Yeah….yeah! It is! It’s our brand of cute! I’m so happy you like it! I love you, big sister! Happy birthday!”
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bereft-of-frogs · 11 months
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Thanks for the tag @hettolandija! Also I think someone else tagged me in this a while ago. Possibly multiple someones. So I am very sorry I forgot who that was and it was a very long time ago. Onwards:
🎨 favourite colour: Dark green to dark blue and everything in between. (Like all the blue-green shades...stunning.)
📖 currently reading: I just finished Battle Scars (while I was supposed to be working ha, couldn’t help myself) (I don’t know how anyone comes away from this book not being obsessed with Cere) and I think next I’m going to reread This Is How You Lose The Time War because all the hubbub has been making me want to reread.
🎶 last song: R-Evolve, Thirty Seconds to Mars. Ok look, Jared Leto is a terrible person but he had a pretty decent alt rock emo band when I was in high school and it unfortunately embedded itself in my brain and my ‘time capsule’ playlist is really fun to run to
🎬 last movie: The last movie I actually sat down and paid attention to was Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 3. The last movie I had on in the background while I was writing was...lol Paranormal Activity.
📺 last series: Ghoul on Netflix which was just okay plot-wise, but pretty fun horror effects and atmosphere. I also finished it last night (it was only 3 episodes) so I’ll need to pick a new one tonight. I’m also rewatching Community.
🍴sweet, spicy, savoury: I think they all have their place, but gotta end with a sweet.
🤤 craving: Something sweet. I have nothing.
☕ tea or coffee: Coffee, 100%! I actually don’t really like tea, except for Lemon-Ginger with honey when I’m sick.
🤓 currently working on: I’m just happy to be working on anything. I feel like I’m still sort of finding my footing after being a mess of writer’s block and anxiety for months. I have a whole bunch of drafts that I could feasibly finish: the murder mystery fic I started posting last night, something for my bad things happen bingo card (which I haven’t forgotten about!), this one other thing about a grave, or the super long wip about a serial killer (though I think I’ve fucked up the timelines might have to be scrapped), or my magnum opus about death gods and rivers I swear I’ll finish one day.
I’ve got lots of options! I’m no longer stuck in that anxiety spiral! (Knock on wood lol) Exciting! As usual, please consider this an open tag as I have no idea who has already done this meme or wants to or...etc. Open tag! Go forth!
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saitama-division · 2 years
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ARB Birthday Special: Lola Takahashi
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~~ July 30th ~~
“A wonderful dress can infuse a woman with confidence and inner beauty, empowering the way she moves and feels.”
Login Lines:
“A present? For me? Aw, babe! You shouldn’t have!”
“That’s right, it’s my birthday today! I’m so happy you remembered! *mwah*”
Voice Lines:
“I know it’s my birthday but I feel like giving back, after all, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for all of you!”
“Okay, what’s the schedule for today? Hmm, partying, partying aaaaaand….more partying! Perfect! This is gonna be good!”
“I’m calling up Dolly and the girls, my birthday ain’t complete until me and my squad paint this town pink!”
“You know, you really made it in life when an entire city celebrates your birthday with you, seriously, they placed pink streamers and even changed the street lights pink! Isn’t that amazing?!”
“All of my modeling agencies threw me a surprise party! Even the girls I recruited sang my favorite song! It was adorable as it was hilarious but it really made me happy.”
“Hmm? Ooh! More gifts! Yeah, you can put them with the others, yeah, I know, there’s a tooooon, I had to put them in the guest room but even then it got filled up so quick. I’m looking forward to opening them! God, cleanup is gonna be a nightmare…”
“Sayaka!! Aww, thank you, sweetness! Y’know, you really didn’t have to get me anything, as sappy as it sounds, just having you here already makes me happy but knowing you, you probably already have something for me, okay, what has my special mommy got for me?”
“Wow, this is…actually pretty sweet…wait, you said you and Yoshiko worked on this?! Didn’t think she would sacrifice some of her dolls for little ol’ me. I swear, that kid’s got more talent than most people I know! Aw, c’mere! *hugs* You are the absolute best! I’ll come over later tonight but give Yoshi lots of hugs and kisses for me!”
“Okay, now I’m really excited for what you have for me, sunshine. You’re still not too upset about what I got for you for birthday, right? Okay okay, just making sure, so to be clear, you have used it rig-ow! *laughs* Alright alright, I’ll stop!”
“Sweetheart, you really know a way into a gal’s heart. I mean, the sculpture is fucking gorgeous and makes me look like the goddess that I am but the fact that you got my favorite drinks, my favorite pack of smokes and a pretty pink pocket knife makes it all the more better! *hugs* You’re really something else, Kureha, I’m really glad I met you.”
Sayaka Lines:
“Lola! Happy birthday, dear! It’s hard to believe you’re 26, you still look like you haven’t aged over 20! I can only imagine the envy some women have over you, how do you do it? Ah, sorry, I got off track, I’m here with your gift!…Aww, having you here makes me happy too, I know we didn’t get along at first but now I can’t imagine my life without you. Here, your present.”
“Do you like it? It was actually Yoshiko’s idea, I was actually surprised myself. I actually made the catwalk while Yoshiko dressed up the dolls, she paid a lot more attention to you though but I think it’s because she got to dress you up all pretty *giggles*. See? You’re in the middle on the catwalk and me, Yoshiko, and Kureha are on the side cheering you on!”
Kureha Lines:
“Happy birthday, Lola. Damn, time really flies by. Feels like yesterday that we…ah, nevermind. Yeah yeah, I got your presents. I swear, you’re like a kid…but it is your birthday so I guess I’ll let it slide. I still haven’t forgotten your “present” on my birthday but because I’m so nice, I’ll spare you…for now.”
“Look, I know you’ve been getting fancy shit from everyone all day, I mean, the sculpture isn’t really any better but by the time I decided to get you something else, it was already done so…here, another thing to brag about I guess but still, I hope the other gifts are okay, I kinda had to cut a few corners to get the alcohol and cigarettes and don’t even ask about where I got the pocket knife, I’m only slightly breaking the law because you’re like a sister to me…happy birthday.”
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skylarmoon71 · 2 years
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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) - Chapter 17
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“Hotch, where are we going?”
With all the free time you have now, it’s easy to make trips. But Hotch is using one of his few free weekends with you. He has a son, so you figured he’d be dying to spend every moment he can with family. He has yet to tell you where he’s carrying you. You step to a door, and he knocks. The door opens, and the woman answers, bouncing a baby on her hip.
“Aaron! Jack, your dad is here!!” She calls.
“Thanks for looking after him.”
The woman smiles.
“Are you kidding me, the only time I get peace is when Jack’s around. I swear Ashton has become a different person.” A toddler comes running out.
“Dad!!”
He jumps into Hotch’s arms, and his friend bids him goodbye.
“Bye Jack!!”
Jack waves excitedly, and you just stare. Jack turns to you with the biggest smile. Of all the things that were going to happen, you don’t expect this.
“Hi! I’m Jack.” He’s so cheerful, and you don’t know how to react.
“I’m..”
You’ve forgotten your name.
“Umm I’m uhhh..” Jack laughs.
“You’re Aunty (Y/N),” You look at Hotch stunned.
“You told him about me?”
“Of course."
It’s crazy how elated you feel at that small aspect.
“Jessica is waiting for us at her house. I hope that’s okay.”
It’s better than okay, you just hope she likes you.
Jumping into the car, Hotch pulls off. Jack is playing actively in the back, and you do your best to distract yourself. It’s not a long trip. Just a few blocks away. Jack is practically racing out the car when it stops. He’s the first to the door, and you step out moving to the front door. Hotch is right behind you, and Jack is the one who knocks. The door opens, and the woman behind it smiles. You do your best not to show just how tense you are.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
Hopefully your voice is steady.
Before, your nerves were all over the place. The blond looks at you with a smile, ushering you inside. Jack runs in, giving her a hug, and she laughs. Hotch is the last one in, closing the door.
“Jack sweetie, I left a piece of pie on the table. Wanna go wash up to have a snack?” He nods furiously, rushing to the kitchen.
“I don’t think there is much that he loves other than pie.” Hotch is smiling as well. Jessica gives you a brief look.
“When Hotch told me he was dating again, I really didn’t believe it."
From the sound of it, there haven't been many partners since he lost his wife. It’s been years. You understand. She was the love of his life. It was hard to move on after losing something like that.
“I’m..sorry for your loss.”
You can’t help but relay those words. Jessica’s house is littered with photos of her sister. It’s a bit painful. You’re an only child, so you can’t imagine what it’s like to lose a sibling. But from the perspective of a family member, you understand.
“So am I.” She’s wearing an empathetic smile.
“We lost our mother too. So I know how hard that must be. With the issue of your father, it’s amazing that you still manage to go out everyday and deal with your job. Especially all it entails. You’re a remarkably strong woman Ms. Black.” You can’t help it, your cheeks flush, and she smiles.
“Are you blushing?” You divert your gaze.
“I’m sorry.” You mumble. Jessica just giggles.
“Oh my you’re adorable, Hailey would have loved you.” Her statement warms your heart, and you smile.
“T-Thank you.” She nods.
“Come on, let me cut you some pie. If I leave Jack too long he may eat all of it.”
Hotch sends you a loving look as you walk off with Jessica. The both of you settle in the kitchen, eating pie and chatting. For a moment, she steps away to begin preparing dinner. Jack has migrated to the living room to play with some toys and you move to find him. He has two cars in his hand, making what you assume as vehicular noises.
“Hey Jack, do you mind if I join?”
He smiles, handing you one of the cars.
There’s a few action figures, and he grabs at it, as he begins having a mini battle between the both.
“Are they superheroes?” you ask.
“Yep, my hero has superpowers." He responds excited.
“Really?”
“Mhmmm, just like you.”
You pause for a moment, blinking.
Did he really just..
You think you imagined it, but he’s playing with his toys like nothing happened. You’re still looking at him.
“Jack…can you hear me?”
He looks up with a bright smile nodding.
“You're a superhero, just like daddy.”
You can’t believe this. Here you thought Hotch was the only one gifted. Although Hotch learned to get past your barriers, Jack could actually hear the thoughts you were sending him. He rises, running off to get some more toys. Hotch walks over, and he’s studying your look of astonishment.
You stand.
“Hotch, Jack he’s just like you.”
You can see his confusion, but he understands.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.”
Hotch wears a wistful look.
Jack comes running back, immediately going for his toys.
“Maybe someday he’ll find someone like you.” Hotch says.
You smile.
“That’s a nice thought.”  
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Strange Horizons - Part 3
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Word Count: ~4200 Warnings: Angstyy, some conflict (non-violent), swearing. Author's note: Just FYI chapters in italics are flashbacks besties. You may have learned from my other stuff that I like to jump around, but if you find it confusing please let me have some feedback 😘
Shoot
It was nearly Thanksgiving and we were on our final job before breaking for the long weekend.  My first as a US resident and the first with my boyfriend and his family, I was beyond excited.  We just had to get through this music video shoot out in Arizona first.  The timings had been really tight to make sure we finished in time but with 3 days to go disaster struck. One of the lighting rigs fell and was damaged beyond repair and we ended up half a day behind.
Aaron and I had been busting our asses and staying up til all hours trying to find a replacement. If we couldn’t finish on time it meant everyone had to stay while the manufacturer sent a replacement, everything was riding on us to find an alternative. It was definitely the most stressful thing I’d dealt with thus far but I was determined, even if the main motivation was my own selfish reasons. 
I had hoped my first video shoot would be a more enjoyable experience but no such luck. Worse still I'd barely seen Jake outside of work, our interactions limited to little catch ups on breaks and sporadic texts. I’d spent more time with Josh the past few days given that he was so heavily involved in putting the video together. I needed to pull this off and was prepared to work all hours to do so, but the niggling, intrusive part of my brain kept telling me this is what I'd been afraid of. Letting the job get in the way of our relationship.
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My alarm blares aggressively, shocking me awake. Completely disorientated I scrabble to silence it before it stirs Jake. 5am. So a full 3 hours then, great. I sit up and stretch out painfully, easily the worst sleep of my life. I’d flopped on the couch in the lounge area of our hotel room to avoid waking him, despite the fact it physically pained me to do so.  Still rubbing the sleep from my eyes I open my phone to call Aaron, when I notice the two messages from Jake from the night before, messages I had meant to read and reply to but forgotten.
“When are you finishing up baby? Have you got anything sorted?  I picked you up something to eat from the restaurant in case you haven’t had time for food. I hope I get to see you later, I’m missing you.”
“I guess you’re on a late one then. At least wake me when you get in later, I’ve barely seen you.”
My heart aches. Fuck.  I’ve never ignored his texts ever. This fucking rig has got a lot to answer for. But the texts will need to wait. I dial Aaron’s number and pull out some clothes from my case. “Hey I’m up…okay. 10 minutes? Shit, okay. Is Josh awake?…okay I’ll get him. See you in the lobby. Bye”
My brain is still kickstarting trying to think how I can get myself and Josh ready and at the car in 10 minutes. Fuck I need a coffee. Right, so if I call him he’ll just throw out some BS about yoga as always. I’ll shower there, it’s just quicker.
I bundle the clothes, a toothbrush and hair clip together and head for the door.  I pause for just a second at the door to the bedroom, Jake lying with one arm stretched onto the side I should be on.  Is he kidding me right now?  Oh to be in that space, in those arms. Shit that’s a second I do not have to spare.
I have a key to Josh’s room so let myself in, switching on the lights unceremoniously. “Dude, come on did your alarm not go off?! Car in 10 - less than! It’s an hour’s drive to the supplier. I’m jumping in the shower here okay? Great.” I don’t wait for an answer, just chuck my bag on the end of his bed and dive through the door. “I’m up! I’m up!” I hear muffled from his pillow.
Without waiting for the water to heat up I step straight under, resisting my body’s urge to recoil.  God I hope this is the right rig.  I reach for the shower gel lathering it over my upper body but as I do so I hear the door open again. “Josh?!” I spin round, trying desperately to cover myself.
He backs into the room, hand over his eyes. “I’m just going to brush my teeth okay? I’m not looking I promise. We just need to get on the road y’know.”
I freeze. Is this weird? “Umm, okay sure” Shit shit the time. He’s right. I wash briskly trying to forget my boyfriend’s twin, my now-close friend is 3 feet away in this hotel bathroom. Turning the water off I reach out to grab the towel on the rail, stretching out my fingers, it’s just a touch too far. I balance on one foot to stretch further when I slip awkwardly, lurching forward and grabbing the rail for support. I look over to the mirror and catch his eye looking at me in the reflection, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. His eyes bulge, falling straight to the floor. “Shit I’m so sorry, sorry, it sounded like you were gonna fall! I only saw for a second!”
“Josh!”  Not knowing what to do I grab the towel around my body and dash out of the room. Oh my god I can’t believe that just happened. 
I’ve never dressed so fast.  I’ll sort out my hair in the car. Brush my teeth too? Fuck it, yeah I’ll find a way. “I’ll see you downstairs okay?” I dart out, barely checking to see if he’s listening.  How bloody awkward!  Why did I shower there? Or why didn’t I just ask him to wait?  I’m overreacting though right, is this nothing? I should probably tell Jake though, shouldn’t I?
It was a quiet car ride and Aaron definitely noticed it.  We’d normally be chatting or messing around, silence is practically unheard of especially when it comes to Josh.  We both blame the lack of sleep, too embarrassed to even look at each other. At least I have work to concentrate on, making calls and getting a van on standby in case we take the rig.
I can see him watching what I’m doing out of the corner of my eye, he’s probably never really paid attention to me in work mode before, too wrapped up in what they’re all doing.  Any other day and he would ask a million questions about everything I’m doing and honestly, I would welcome them gladly if I didn’t think speaking to him would turn my face a deep maroon right now.
At least the trip is worth it. After a look over the rig and some discussion with the supplier we decide it is just what we need. Josh gives the final decision and we start the journey back, van in tow to the shoot location. He decides to ride back in the van and I go in the car, spending the whole time looking out of the window, leg shifting restlessly.  This will all blow over.  I’ll tell Jake when we get back and we’ll all be laughing about this by Thanksgiving.
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Home for the holidays
“Can I offer you a complimentary glass of champagne ma’am?” The stewardess is leaning right in over us as people bustle around behind her. Jake wasn’t kidding when he said flying during the holidays was crazy. Regardless of the chaos around me I accept the drink gladly with a relieved sigh, the first time I’ve been able to sit down and exhale in days. The shoot finished literally 3 hours ago and here we are, ready for our 5 hour flight to Detroit.
The boys are scattered around first class and Jake and I have managed to barter the seats together, it feels for a moment like it’s just the two of us. That is until Sammy appears, asking the stewardess if he can have two glasses of champagne as he’s above average height. We both roll our eyes smirking. Typical Sam.
Jake squeezes my leg tenderly during the pre-flight announcements while I quickly finish off an email. When I put my phone down he hooks a finger under my chin, pulling me into a kiss. It takes me by surprise. “Jake, people might see!”
“I know, but I just wanted to kiss you. Like a normal guy kissing his girl.”
I melt, he is so cute. “So how did it feel?”
“Great, I wonder if a normal guy would get mile high with his girl too?” We laugh, feeling so much more relaxed after all the stress of the shoot, back together.  I know he’s only half joking though, we hadn’t had any proper time alone in Arizona and the sexual tension is high, even his leg on my thigh is causing me an unbelievable distraction.  I can’t see there being any chance of getting up to anything in the family home, though knowing Jake he would have other ideas.
By the time the flight lands evening is falling. We pick up our rentals, wave off Danny who is straight off to see his family, and set off on our way. The boys are all in good spirits, Sam up front with Jake driving, Josh and I in the back. The dust had settled on our awkward encounter over the remaining days of the shoot and honestly it was a weight off my shoulders, normality resumed.
I nervously check my hair and makeup in my compact, the third time this journey and God knows how many over the course of the day. Was this the face of someone you would want your son with? I’d toned down the eyeliner, styled my hair a bit neater.  Jake catches me in the rear view mirror, an endearing little smirk on his face. “I’ve already showed them what you look like you know, they know you’re gorgeous. And Ronnie’s probably gone through your whole Instagram feed looking at your style.”
“I’m nervous Jake! I know how much of a big deal Thanksgiving is, add meeting the family on top, no pressure at all.”  I sigh, fatigued and fed up with the worry.  “I just want to make a good impression.” The boys chuckle, clearly thinking I’m fretting unnecessarily so I just go back to fixing my hair.
We pull up some time later with darkness now fully settled on us, and no sooner has Jake jumped out of the driver’s seat, the front door opens and out come the Kiszka’s. I take a deep breath for a moment and jump out too. It’s fine, mums usually love me.  I’m nice!  Arent I?  Hoping my face doesn’t outwardly show my nervousness I smile sweetly, hanging back to let the family have their reunion.
The boys are the first in line for hugs but Josh nudges me forwards. “Mom, don’t forget our saviour, the one who keeps us alive. Mim, meet the woman who had that job first, maybe you two could share tips?”  I try to swat him away but am secretly grateful he’d taken care of my introduction.  I give my brightest hello and do the round of hugs before Karen ushers us in from the cold. There’s a full spread of food laid out on the dining table but of course the boys go straight to see what drinks they can rustle up. I settle in the lounge while Karen and Ronnie ask about our day, the flight over, and the conversation is so effortless it’s instantly relaxing the tension in my shoulders. I feel his eyes, his smile as he looks over periodically.
We chat together for a while as the family catches up. My awkwardness is quickly extinguished by the siblings’ squabbling, firmly taking the heat off me. The whisky sour also helps.  Just as I’m telling them about my life in the UK and settling into Nashville my phone rings. “Sorry, it’s my boss, can I take this outside?” Jake points to the porch door as Sam shouts over. “We’re your bosses remember!”
He was just checking we’d arrived okay. I tell him he worries too much, he needs to clock off and enjoy his weekend. He says I should be on overtime spending with weekend with 3/4 of the band. We laugh, exchange pleasantries and pencil in a catch up after the break.
Hanging up and walking back in I hear raised voices, Josh and Jake. Had the playfighting continued? That’s what the family must be assuming too, continuing on with their conversations as normal. I walk past, catching Sammy’s eye and gesturing in the direction of the noise. “I'm sure it’s nothing,” he says flatly, though he looks perplexed.
I take the stairs and follow the hall down to the last door on the left to what I presume to be Josh’s room, movie posters adorning the ivy-coloured walls.  The door is wide open, and their voices are loud, it seems like more than just a squabble and I’d seen enough by now to know. I keep back by the doorway. Josh’s face is twisted into an unfamiliar, anxious expression.  I’m wondering if this might be a personal conversation but then something catches my eye.
“Tell me! What are they doing in your bag?” Was that my bra in Jake’s hand? My Motley Crue tee?
“Jake just cool it okay, she took a shower in my room when we went to get the rig and left them behind.”
“Why was she showering in your room? You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s true. We were rushing to get on the road, I guess she came to make sure I was awake, which was a good idea really, I mean I actually forgot to set my alarm y’know?”
His stony face makes it clear he’s not interested in the minor details.
“Right, err so she took a shower while I got ready. I went in to brush my teeth, I swear I didn’t mean to see anything but I sort of did, just for a second. She left, obviously, and left her old clothes behind. It’s totally my fault, there was nothing underhand, just a mistake!”
Jake takes a step towards his brother, fist clenching. “So nothing happened but you were perving on my naked girl after she just so happened to come over for a shower? You’re fucking with me right?”
A sinking feeling comes over me. I suppose it did sound a bit odd. If I’d just said something at the time it wouldn’t now seem so secretive. I meant to, in the mania of getting the shoot finished I just forgot. But how did we get here in the 2 minutes I was outside?!  I clear my throat and take a tentative step into the room. “It’s true baby, it’s so silly really”.
He doesn’t even register I’ve spoken, eyes boring holes in his twin. “Just tell me straight Josh, has something been going on with you two?”
“Truthfully, brother, nothing. That’s just crazy! Nothing would ever happen. She would never do that to you. Hell, I wouldn’t!” He looks over at me, eyes asking for help.
He follows Josh’s gaze over to me, an expression I’ve never seen directed at me before, all hurt and anger, confusion. I try again to explain. “I meant to tell you that day but everything was so busy. Please Jake, you’ve got the wrong idea completely.”
I expected his eyes to change back to normal, even just a flicker but they didn’t. “If it was all so innocent why have neither of you said anything? Do you take me for a fool?”
We both go to reply, stammering.
“Whatever part of the story you’ve rehearsed next, save it. I’m done with this”. He barges past, thrusting the clothes into my hands with such force I have to take a step back to steady myself. The front door slams moments later and we’re left in the echoing silence, jaws on the floor. What are we going to do?
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Resolve
“How did this happen?” I can’t compute any of this, my head already fried from work and travel. “And why did you have my clothes Josh?”
I’m trying not to sound exasperated but the scene that’s just unfolded, the way Jake looked at me is threatening to reduce me to a pool of tears. I’m in a new place, feeling even further from home than ever, meeting my boyfriend’s family for the first time, during the biggest American holiday of the year. My chest heaves as it all sinks in, without Jake I feel alone and small in this moment.
Josh waits patiently for my mind to re-enter the room and remember I actually asked him a question. “Jake brought our bags in and mine rolled off the bed and spilt open. He saw your underwear when he picked it back up and well, this.” He sighs, rubbing his forehead. “The clothes were in my bathroom, I meant to give them back but I was kind of embarrassed, y’know?”
Of course. I feel a hot flush as the pit in my stomach grows. Sam had appeared at the door now, a picture of bewilderment. “Guys, what’s going on? Jake’s just busted out of here in a rage.”
Josh makes his way towards the door, “I’ll go after him”.
“Should I come? I, I don’t know what to do.” Tears are prickling my eyes and my lip quivers.
“No, I’ll try and explain, if he just listens he’ll realise how ridiculous it all is.” He squeezes my forearm on his way past. “It’s going to be alright, okay? Just breathe. He loves you.”
I hear him talking to his parents before the door goes again. Oh my god his parents, what they must think. I can’t process any more before I’m audibly sobbing. Sam hurries over to bundle me into a hug, still completely unawares. It’s just the comfort I need, he gives such great hugs. “Bub listen, my brothers are crazy okay? Whatever it is, he’ll come round once he’s cooled off. We’ve all just been so busy right? Everyone's still stressed out.”
He pulls me back to give me his best reassuring smile. I nod meekly, wiping my cheeks with the sleeve of my jumper. “How about we go and get a drink and a smoke? You can walk me through it.”
We head out to the covered back porch, smokes and tequila in hand. I’m bundled in my warmest coat but still the wind is biting cold. Sam ushers me to join him on the floor out of the way.
“Being from the north of England you’d think I’d be used to cold weather.” I huff out an unsuccessful laugh as I pull my knees up to my chest.
Sammy snorts back regardless. “You’ve been too used to Tennessee summers bub.” He lights the first cigarette and passes it to me, pausing with the second at his lips. “So come on, what caused him to erupt like a little bottle rocket?”
I take a long drag, making sure the tears are far enough away to get through the whole thing. “Okay. So the day we got the rig right? I’d crashed on the couch then we’re up at 5 to get on the road. Aaron says he hasn’t heard from Josh so I think ‘fine, I’ll make sure he’s up and just shower there so I’m not going back and forth wasting time.’ That’s reasonable right?”
He nods, offering me the bottle during my pause. It goes down a little too easy, desperately hoping it takes the edge off.
“So I get there, jump in and I’m almost done when Josh walks in to brush his teeth. He promises not to look but then I slip and he sees everything. Just for a second.” A quick drag.
“We’re both so embarrassed I just leg it out of there. And that’s it. I left the clothes by accident and now Jake finds them in Josh’s bag.” Sam keeps nodding along so I continue, the words beginning to run away from me.
“That’s it. But it’s all fucked now because I didn’t tell Jake straight away and now it looks worse than it is. We’d barely spent any time together the whole shoot and I know he was missing me, I was missing him too. I was so looking forward to spending this wholesome weekend with you all, with him. And now it’s totally gone to shit.” My head drops defeated onto my knees signalling the end of the rant. I watch cigarette ash fall onto my boots through the small window of vision between my legs.
The drag he takes is slow, clearly ponderous. And the exhale even more so. Just spit it out Sammy. “Honestly…it’s really not that bad. But I see how things would have gone better if you’d said something earlier.”
“Eurgh, I knoww.” My words come out muffled as his hand ruffles my hair, half affection half silly. “Hey!” I swipe his hand away, about to berate him like I would a brother of my own. But as I lift my head a movement behind him catches my attention further along the porch. Jake and Josh shuffling towards us, quiet and noticably shivering from the cold.
Josh shoots me a reassuring smile before jerking his head at Sam to scram. Without protest he gives my arm a quick squeeze and stands. “Here if you need me bub.” He and Josh disappear inside leaving Jake and I looking at each other in awkward silence. I’ve no idea how this is going to go.
He outstretches his hand for me to stand and after a beat I let him hoist me to my feet. The increased exposure sends loose strands of hair over my face and I immediately feel the coldness on the tip of my nose. The instinct is to bury my hands back in my pockets but instead they stay resting in his as he strokes over my fingers. “Can we talk?” His voice sounds small and it punches me in the gut. I nod. “Let’s go inside.”
He takes me by the hand through the house, up the well-trodden stairs and down the hall to the final door on the right. Even amid the uncertain air between us he still asks me not to laugh when he opens the door to his old room. Not that there’s anything to laugh at, it’s a perfectly ordinary boys bedroom, in some ways quite generic. But the band posters littering the navy walls, the various instruments and music biographies scattered around make it unmistakably Jake. There’s even a skull and cross bones flag on the wall above his bed.
By the time my eyes have finished scanning the room he’s already sat on the bed and he gestures me over, patting the spot next to him. The anger has gone from his eyes which, although comforting, doesn’t completely settle me as I wish this conversation didn’t have to take place at all.
“Before you say anything I want to apologise for the way I acted before. I jumped to conclusions and I saw red. It was foolish and I feel so fucking embarrassed. Can you forgive me?” His voice is wavering and I can practically touch the sincerity in it like a kind hand on a shoulder.
“Baby you know me. How much I love you. I would never. I know I should have told you about it and God I could just kick myself for forgetting. But to jump to that conclusion, and I mean Josh of all people, that’s just fucking bonkers. He’s like a brother to me.”
“I was jealous, okay? I’m worn out from those long days and all I wanted was you. I wanted to feel your skin on mine, and talk to you about nothing, and just exist in your air but you weren't there.” He holds his hand out for me on the bed.
“It was horrible Jake. I was upset and stressed and I’d have done anything to be spending that time with you instead. But I wanted to fix the problem, for you, and for us so we could enjoy this weekend.” My hand slides towards his, pinkies linking. Just enough touch.
“I know sweet thing, and you did it. You fucking killed it like I knew you would. And all I've done is act like a fucking prick on Thanksgiving when all I wanted to do was show you off. Please baby do you forgive me?” He turns to face me and I mirror his actions back, precious little space between our bodies now. We know this fight is over with, the air clearing with every word uttered.
He pulls me close and I breathe him, a relieved sigh as his muscles relax into me. He presses a kiss to the top of my head and tells me he loves me, those ever present butterflies dusting off their wings after waiting with their baited breaths.
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Part 4
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rockium-z · 2 years
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I ask you all questions, you are free to ignore any you wish :>
if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
Entity NEO is an Undertale fancomic that I definitely like a normal amount… (/j)
seriously tho this damned comic lives in my brain rent-free and unless I knock my head too hard on something and lose my memory of the entire last two years, I don’t think I’ll move on from this any time soon.
if I may derail this ask for a bit? the angst is so fucking good. the story starts out like yeah, half of everyone is dead, and the main character’s left with so much emotional baggage and regret to deal with in the aftermath, but by luck they do manage to find other people who care about them and care for them. and yeah, it doesn’t automatically solve everything with the Power of Friendship, iirc there’s a friendship that doesn’t even become an official friendship until chapter 18, and before then the main character kinda implodes twice over their feelings regarding their estranged, late cousin, and the discoveries they made about him in the meantime, and some other shit does hit the fan — but it’s the people who care about them who ultimately help them out of implosion number 2, and it’s likely because of those who care about them that drives the main character to heal and take small steps out of their corner of stewing in their own memories and guilt and move on with their life. and it’s tough. the pain and grief of losing someone you love, losing that fond image of them as well as losing your old way of living still really sucks, and somehow it just feels…authentic, in a sense. but there’s lighthearted moments too that stand out against the sadness and strike a nice balance, and especially in some of the later chapters there’s just the characters living their lives despite the shit they’ve been through. and it’s just — the comic takes a ragtag couple of characters who I didn’t know in canon beyond sad ghost, nerdy lizard with a lot of complexity going on, fabulous robot with a lot of complexity going on and sans undertale, and gives them depth and explores some really interesting themes and actually makes me like them a whole lot and root for them. I hope Napstablook gets a hug someday I am so excited to see where the story goes next you will not believe, the second I see that little notif for it I will drop everything to find out what happens to these characters. I love this fancomic so much.
Okay I swear I have other interests you can get to know me by, that one up there’s just the one I have Many Thoughts about — anyways Kirby is honestly the shit. Forgotten Land looks so fucking good and honestly the dark lore and the music of especially the later games is just *chef’s kiss*. there’s also Omori, which. uh. made me cry very very hard, and the music is also really goddamn fun and emotional and the themes of friendship and guilt are wonderful, and yeah Undertale and Deltarune are great games.
list your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.
Kirby: Honestly, I’ve always low-key wanted to be a friend to others like how Kirby is. They’re shaped like a friend and I’d kinda like to be that way, too.
Undertale: Chara’s a kid who loves their adoptive family and fucked up a bit trying to help them, and I kinda vibe with that.
Deltarune: Kris and Susie have awesome vibes and I love them both.
Touhou: Reimu just kinda chilling in her downtime is something I highkey relate to haha
Omori: Hmm tough one! I’d say Mari because honestly she’s one of my favorite characters, but I also do relate with Aubrey and her feeling of the world moving on without acknowledging past pain a lot.
do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?
My real name is…well it’s alright, I guess. I’m used to it. I think there might be a name that vibes with me better, but it’s not quite my screename, so no I haven’t found one yet.
do you think of yourself as a human being or a human doing? do you identify yourself by the things you do?
Hmm. Probably more a human doing, tbh, and the things I do definitely make up a large part of who I am.
describe your ideal day.
Tough one, but I think my best days nowadays are when I get some substantial writing or art thing done + something that I’ve been waiting for happens, bonus if I go outside and chill a while.
are you an artist?
Yep! Don’t post here much, though.
dog person or cat person?
Both. Both is good.
inside or outdoors?
Inside mostly, but y’know when you go outside and find some sheltered area and just get to watch the rain fall? That’s the shit.
if you’d grown up in a different environment, do you think you’d have turned out the same?
I don’t think a different environment would’ve led to me discovering all the same things that I ended up doing, so likely no.
would you say your tumblr is a fair representation of the “real you”?
Hmm. Tumblr me is a fandom-fixated little guy (gender neutral) who generally stays away from drama and is just here in her own little corner for a good time, so it’s got some things right. Though “fair representation of the real you” might be a bit of a stretch.
do you love easily?
Romantically? Definitely not.
Platonically? See how quickly I will give you a piece of my heart the second you enter my orbit.
how would you describe your gender/sexuality?
I’m pretty comfortable with being afab, though how I experience it is that it’s great, barring a few things I’d like tweaked — namely, I’d prefer to not have my tits (bras are uncomfy for long stretches), and I’d very much like a way to just not have periods at all ever again. I don’t vibe with overtly feminine things or typical girl activities like shopping or whatever makeup is, but dresses are flowy and cool.
Sexuality is pretty much just aro/ace, with a bit of a lean towards girls.
on a scale from 1 to 10, how hard is it for someone to get under your skin?
Assuming 1 is incredibly difficult and 10 is extremely easy, I’d rate myself around 4 — I try to be incredibly patient in general, though if disturbed one too many times I tend to make myself scarce and nope outta the way.
pick one of your favorite quotes.
And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.
— an excerpt from Cherry, by Mary Karr
or this one:
If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.
— from this post
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Alright, I’m about to continue my S15 watch with S15E18 “Spence’s Choice - Part Two”. I’m excited for even more Michael Spence content.
Edit 1: Oh, it’s a Martin Jameson episode. :/ I still haven’t forgotten him defending the whole Puppetgate thing a few years ago (if you want to know what I mean, look up the play All In A Row, but prepare yourself for ableism... yep, Martin Jameson defended that play).
Edit 2: Oh, the mother of the boy from the previous episode is here as a patient!
Edit 3: Speaking of mothers, here’s Serena’s! I won’t lie, I briefly forgot Serena exists after she wasn’t in the previous episode. For a moment there I just thought AAU at this point was just Michael, Sacha, Chrissie, and Gemma, haha.
Edit 4: Ric saying Serena not being on the ward is good news is relatable. Also, Serena’s wearing her bi cardigan that I never noticed until I saw it pointed out a few months ago. (Obviously, as someone who doesn’t like Serena, I don’t give a lot of attention to what she wears, lol.)
Edit 5: Ollie is a Coldplay fan!
Edit 6: Henrik!!!!!
Edit 7: Ah, here’s Hamish, the med student from a couple episodes ago.
Edit 8: I love Tara.
Edit 9: Serena seriously talked a patient out of having his operation so that there would be a free slot for her mother?? What the fuck?? That’s a proper Henrik-level move and I don’t say that as a compliment.
Edit 10: I love Henrik’s pink shirts.
Edit 11: Aaand plot twist: the kid Michael was concerned was being abused actually most likely has brittle bone disease. Okay then. For all they were going on about how rare it is, it doesn’t seem very rare in the Holbyverse, does it?! I swear the “kid shows up with injuries, the doctors assume the parents are abusing the kid, kid actually has brittle bone disease” storyline has been done over and over again.
Anyway, I theoretically have time to finish watching this episode since there’s only like 10 minutes left anyway, but I have stuff I should probably be doing so I guess I’ll finish this ep in an hour or so, before Eastenders comes on.
Edit 12: Right, let’s finish some Holby. (As some BBC exec probably said on the 2nd of June 2021. 😂)
Edit 13: I can’t really say I’m that interested in this Serena stuff.
Edit 14: Aw, Michael on the phone to his daughter!
Edit 15: I love Gemma giving Michael good advice. <3
Edit 16: Hamish has withdrawn his bullying complaint against Elliot. That’s convenient. 😂
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Old Friends
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“What’s it gonna be, Decadin?” The waitress asks, then corrects herself: “Master Decadin.”
“No no, it’s still Acolyte.” He keeps his eyes fixed on the menu in his hands. “I’m still looking, let her order first.”
“Alright, how about you?”
“Steak and tubers for me,” Lhusel answers. She must have kept coming here in his absence, she didn’t even have to check what she wanted. Decadin lowers the menu. He knows for a fact he got the waitress’s name once, but he must have forgotten it. Too many important things to remember.
“Do you have horse meat?”
“Horse meat?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry, we don’t. We’ve got—”
“I’ll take the steak and tubers as well.”
“Alrighty, we’ll have it out soon!”
The waitress takes their menus and darts off. It’s a busy afternoon and Carnifeast is understaffed. Once she’s out of earshot, Lhusel leans in.
“Horse meat? Do you have any clue how crazy you sound?”
“It sounds weird, but I had it in Wojpier a few times and I swear it’s good. It’ll take awhile to cross the ocean, but it might be big someday.”
“Wow.” She shakes her head a little, subconsciously leaning back to mimic Decadin's posture. “You must be up to a lot of exciting things.”
“Oh, I am!” His eyes light up. “They're parading me around to all kinds of ceremonies. Honoring the troops and opening towers, mostly. They like my speeches, as long as I slow down for the language barrier."
"Cool!"
"I’ve gotten to try a lot of exotic food. It’s an acquired taste, but I’ve started to like it. Wojpier has a fascinating culture, really.”
“It must be wonderful." Lhusel tilts her head. "Making connections?”
“Talking to some big names, yeah! The colonial administration’s made up of very accomplished people, and they’re surprisingly generous. The native leaders are still making a stink about the whole thing, won’t even look you in the eye, but the people on the ground don’t resent the whole being-conquered thing.”
Her eyes narrow. “Are you sure about that?”
“What?”
“How much attention are you paying to your audience?”
“Well it’s a different culture, so you can’t always rely on the same standards. But from what I can see, they’re listening and they believe what I say.”
“You rehearse a lot, right? You’ve gotten better at this. You’re used to people listening to you talk.”
“Yes?”
“How much of that engagement is what’s actually there, as opposed to you seeing what you’re used to seeing?”
Decadin grimaces. “Look, I’m still an engineer. We can’t afford to only see what we want to see, you know that well. I mean, just take you for example, you never see what you want to see.” He smiles. She doesn’t.
“You know the Wojpierians are people, right?”
“Obviously. I don’t think there’s anyone who denies that.”
“You might be surprised. Anyway, people tend to be upset when you take over their land and impose your religion on them.”
Decadin waves the comment away. “Glad you're still Eej-Landian.”
“No. Listen.” Lhusel leans forward, her lion eyes staring him down. “I know how you’re used to doing whatever you want and succeeding just like that, because you’re so, so brilliant.”
“You’re not—”
“And you are, I acknowledge that! And you’re reaping the rewards now, building the world you want to see. But you can’t let that excitement cloud your senses."
"It sounds like you're mad at me."
"All I’m saying is you might be assuming Wojpierian villagers are thinking all these wonderful things about you just because they haven’t put your corpse on a stake!”
Silence. Lhusel blinks and lets the scenery catch her eye, but Decadin keeps his gaze locked on her. This isn’t the Lhusel he knows. She used to believe in him.
“If you’re done undermining me...” Decadin picks up his bag from beside his chair and sets it on the table between them. “Here’s what I wanted to show you.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
He opens the bag, and with dramatic flair he spills a dozen pyramids on the table. Ranging from the size of a fingernail to a fist, each is made of plastic with a battery embedded in the center.
“Huh.” Lhusel picks up the biggest one, turning it over in her hands. “They all landed bottom-down.”
“Turns out that’s a feature.” Decadin watches her examine the device with characteristic curiosity. Now this is the Lhusel he knows. “The power source messes with gravity.”
“The thing’s magic?”
“The battery is. You can turn it on by twisting the tip, by the way.”
Lhusel turns the top of the pyramid, and when the edges click into place, the trinket glows. “Neat.”
“There’s a company that wants to make tons of them. They’re trying to get the jump on a new technology, after this Wojpierian professor poured his research budget into designing what I suggested was possible. The batteries in these things draw mana in from the Aether and convert it to electrical energy as needed.”
“Theoretically infinite…” Lhusel murmurs, studying the prototype.
“This… this is real, Lhusel. History stands open, and we have the chance to change it, forever. For the better.”
She turns off the pyramid. “We.”
“I know what you’re thinking, but I mean it. I brought so many because I told them I had a friend who’d be interested in tinkering with them, who might find something.”
“Those ‘big names’ you’re talking to. Are any of them in tech companies?”
“Plenty, why?”
Lhusel looks at him. “Have you shown anyone the Spinning Flyer prints?”
Decadin sighs.
She puts the pyramid down. “Why not?”
“You didn’t ask me to.”
“But you know how much it would have helped me.”
“Even if I explained how it works, there wasn’t any chance they’d say yes.”
“The worst they could have done was say no.”
“No, the worst they could have done was cut me out of future events because I was crazy enough to try to get them on board with a design that’s absurd on its face and was drafted by a heretic female dropout.”
“Does that make me wrong? I literally built the thing, it works as expected.”
“Of course it doesn’t, but they don’t think about that! Personal ethos is everything in this world. That’s why they wouldn’t give you a second thought, and they’d do the same to me if I tried to promote your work! I’m sorry, but it just wasn’t possible, and even trying would have been risky.”
“Since when has risk stopped you?” Lhusel’s tone drops a note. “You beat the risks every step of the way. You’ve taken so many chances and it’s almost always worked out for you. Some of us aren’t so lucky, but you are. And I think that if someone with power like yours also wants to believe he has a conscience, he has an obligation to create opportunities for those who weren’t so fortunate.”
“Well I think that saying I should implies that I could. But I couldn’t. Again, I’m sorry that I can’t help you get the success you deserve, and I’m sorry that my success makes you jealous.”
Lhusel furrows her brow. “It’s not about jealousy, it’s about justice.” She picks up one of the smaller pyramids. “If I did decide to take some of these home, play with them and improve them, what would you do?”
“Uh.”
“Don’t think of something. Just tell me.”
“I would have told them one of my associates found some ways to improve the design, and I recommend we’d go forward with them.”
“And would you have given me a cut of your side of the profit for that?”
“If you asked.”
“If I asked.”
“Yes.”
Lhusel shuts her eyes tight, holding back an inferno. “I could have been bitter about my expulsion. I could have resented you for how unfair it was, how your gender and your religion let you stay while I got kicked aside.” She opens her eyes and puts down the pyramid. “But instead I stuck with you, and I worked on your Aether Suppressor for free, because you didn’t have the budget to pay someone for it.”
“That’s right, and I’m still grateful for that.”
“But not grateful enough to pay me back for it now that you have the chance?”
“I told you, if you asked I would have done it.” He keeps his gaze locked on her, picking up pyramids and putting them back in his bag. “But don’t get mad at me for lacking your generous instinct. When you helped with the Suppressor you asked for nothing. If you wanted a cut of the profit from these I would have given it to you, we could have agreed to it. But you having expected me to push the Spinning Flyer on people this whole time? That’s different. I might have turned down your offer if I knew you’d ask me to compromise my future success by trying to carry you with me.”
“You wouldn’t have that success if it wasn’t for my help!”
“I know, but it wasn’t a transaction!”
“You’re right, it wasn’t. I’m not asking you to show the insiders my designs as payback. I’m asking you because we’re friends, and we do what’s in our power to help each other. That’s what I did for you, and even if you hadn’t let me, I’d be asking this of you now. Because that’s what friends do. I think you owe me that much. And I think you know it too.”
Decadin puts away the last of the pyramids. “Well...” He times the closing of the bag with his pause. “Maybe I don’t want to be friends with someone who doesn’t support me, and who tries to use my success for her own gain, and who guilts me when I refuse to sabotage myself for her impossible dreams!”
They both see the plates of food before they see the waitress carrying them. “Here we go, two steaks and tubers!” She sets them both on the table. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“No, thank you…” Decadin trails off. Still can’t remember her name. Too many important things to remember. Lhusel remembers. She can tell he doesn’t. They eat in silence.
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Alright Lashton stans, it’s back. I’ve got the fifth chapter of Pictures of You up, and I’ve been being pretty consistent with updating every three days like clockwork. It’s going a lot better for me I’d say. But anyway, I hope you all enjoy this first section. I’m very excited to get into this story still, so I’m not gonna abandon it. Also when I updated it, it said it was 9000 words even, and I wasn’t even trying to do that so that’s pretty fucking cool. Anyways enjoy at your leisure. Love you guys ❤️
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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years
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Mine Again - Harry Styles
a/n: this is something i just thought about after my nap today lol, so enjoy this treat, a classic exlovers to lovers fic!
pairing: Harry x Famous!Reader
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Seeing an ex is never easy. Whether it’s by your choice or not. Working together with an ex is even harder and now you brought a situation on yourself where this is your reality.
Arriving to the studio of The Late Late show you immediately get escorted to your designated dressing room where a hair and makeup artist are already waiting for you. Today you are here to promote your new movie, Don’t Worry Darling with your onscreen lover, Harry Styles, however, what no one else in the building knows is that once the two of you were real life lovers.
Your romance blossomed during filming, having spent so much time together on set, it didn’t take long for a relationship to form between you and him, the chemistry you shared was immense and undeniable, anyone could see that and you felt like you were burning in a bonfire of the most intense feelings you’ve felt for any man. It was passionate and intoxicating, it felt like something that could only happen in movies, but it was your reality.
However filming ended and you were forced to go your separate ways, you both tried hard to keep what you had and though your feelings never changed, distance brought the worst out of the both of you. Six months after you became an item, you mutually agreed to break it off.
You haven’t seen him since then, meaning that it’s been five torturous months without having any contact with him and now that promo has officially kicked in, you are forced to travel around and make appearances with the man you love, yes, still love more than anyone on this Earth. Not even five months and absolutely no contact could change your feelings for him, however he might already be over you at this point, having forgotten about feelings and memories you still hold close to your heart.
How has he been doing? What is he like now? Has he been thinking about you? Does he miss you? What is it going to be like to see him for the first time?
The questions flood your mind as you sit in the chair and let the professionals work their magic on you, covering up the dark circles under your eyes that formed due to the sleepless night you had the day before, nonstop thinking about Harry and what it’ll be like to see him for the first time again.
After careful elimination, you choose a dress for the appearance, it’s tight and short, the fabric is covered in glittering sequins down your body and the long sleeves as well and while the dress covers a lot up from the waist, it makes up in the lack of length on your legs as the end of it barely reaches the upper part of your thighs, ending it black feathers that tickle your freshly shaven legs. The nude heels add even more to them, making you appear like you could hit the runway any moment when in reality you are not high enough to be a model.
There’s still some time until the taping starts, James drops by to say hello and tell you how excited he is to have you and Harry on tonight and you chit-chat for a little before you go to take a quick business call outside. When you’re done with that, you head back to your dressing room to take a few quick photos to post later, but right as you near your destination, a door swings open down the hallway and Harry steps out, wearing a black suit, of course, head to toe Gucci. The crispy grey shirt’s first few buttons are left undone, allowing you a glimpse of his toned chest and his necklace with the tiny cross pendant on it.
He looks good. No, he looks absolutely stunning, just like he always does and just the sight of him takes your breath away, forcing you to stop in your tracks when you lay your eyes at him. He spots you as well, stopping to take a look at you before you see a small smile on his perfect pink lips.
“Y/N, hi! You look… gorgeous,” he speaks up lowly, his eyes raking your body up and down.
“I, uhh—Thanks!” you breathe out, feeling already flustered. How are you gonna survive the interview, sitting next to him, talking about what it was like to play a married couple?!
His hand moves a bit and there’s a moment of awkwardness, neither of you really knowing what to do, last time you saw each other you kissed as your hellos, but now it’s not an option, obviously. At last, he moves forward and goes for a hug.
He envelopes you in his arms as you wrap yours around his neck, the warmth of his body bringing you a sense of home and it hits you hard how much you’ve missed him in these five months.
You swear he holds you just a second longer than what would be appropriate before his arms fall from around your frame and you force yourself to let go of him, though every fiber in you is protesting against it.
“How—How have you been?” he asks, his beautiful green eyes finding yours.
“I’m good. I’m good,” you nod. “What about you?”
“Same. Just the… usual stuff.”
“Writing music?” you ask with a soft smile. You still vividly remember those nights you spent together after a long day of filming, crashing at either his or your place and you often found him strumming his guitar in a corner, scribbling words down into his notebook. Sometimes he sang you the songs he came up with, sometimes he kept them to himself.
“Yeah, I’ve been writing a lot lately,” he admits with a shy smile.
Someone calls his name down the hallway and his head snaps up before looking back at you.
“I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon, right?”
“Yeah,” you nod, stepping aside so he can walk past.
“And you really look amazing, Y/N,” he calls after you one last time before jogging down the hallway.
You walk into your dressing room and shutting the door you lean your back against it, huffing heavily as you try to recollect yourself. Somehow, this encounter went really well, because the two of you were civil and respectful, but it was also a painful shock to see him in the flesh again. It was one thing to see pictures of him here and there, but actually meeting him, hugging him, talking to him… you need time to process it all.
Unfortunately, you don’t have much of that. Twenty minutes later you are walked to your spot behind the curtains from where you’ll walk out when James calls your name. Just as you arrive Harry appears as well, casually talking with one of the camera guys, having a laugh and just as he sees you, his eyes fall down your body again and you swear you see him gulp hard before turning his attention back to the man.
“Ready?” he asks upon walking up to you, a hand coming to rest on your lower back. Glancing over your shoulder you look down at his hand, lips parted at the feeling of his welcoming touch. He sees your glance and pulls his hand back quickly. “Sorry, it’s a habit, I guess,” he mumbles, blushing softly.
“It’s fine,” you smile. Of course it’s fine, for what you care, he could throw you over his shoulder like a cave man and run out of the building, you wouldn’t say a word. You want his touch on your body, you’ve been craving it since the moment you last saw him, but are you even allowed to admit it? You have no idea what he is thinking or feeling, you can’t just come right at him like that.
Harry fixes the lapels of his suit jacket, but what he doesn’t see is that the collar of his shirt is kind of stuck under the jacket.
“Your shirt is… let me fix it,” you breathe out and he turns to face you, letting your delicate hands fix his outfit, perfecting the look to the tiniest bit. “There, you look great,” you smile, your hands sliding down his chest before they fall to your sides again.
“Thank you,” he nods smiling back at you before offering an arm that you take gladly. He knows how much you hate high heels and that you are always scared of tripping and falling and being the gentleman that he is, he’ll be the support you need.
The taping soon starts and the two of you stand patiently behind the curtain as James introduces you.
“And now, please welcome the stars of the upcoming hit movie, Don’t Worry Darling! Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles!”
The crowd starts clapping and cheering as the curtain moves and the two of you walk in, arms linked and Harry makes sure to slow down when you walk down the few little stairs. James welcomes the both of you with two kisses before everyone takes their place, James behind his desk, you and Harry sitting on the couch.
“Thank you so much for dropping by tonight, guys!” James smiles at the two of you.
“Thank you for having us,” Harry nods with a soft smile.
“You both have been guests on the show separately, but tonight you are here as a pair, since your latest movie, Don’t Worry Darling is hitting the theaters this weekend. How are you feeling about that, excited to see the film finally?”
“Very excited,” you nod with a smile. “I can’t wait to see the final version, because obviously we only know the version we envisioned while filming, but the actual movie is going to be something else.”
“Y/N, your role in the movie was originally handed to Florence Pugh who had to step back because she broke her arm,” James points out and you nod.
“Yes, I stepped in her place just about a week before production started and if I’m being honest I was scared that people would prefer to see her in the role, but I had a talk with her actually and she said she helped Olivia, the director to pick out the person to take her place and she said she instantly knew I would be perfect for it, so I trust her.”
“That’s amazing to hear, that the two of you didn’t have any rivalry going on,” James enthuses.
“She actually visited set a few times,” Harry chimes in and you nod.
“Yeah, we had a great time together.”
“Sounds like a lot of fun, the three of you together,” James chuckles. “So, the two of you play a married couple in the film and if I’m not mistaken you didn’t know each other beforehand. Was it hard to get into the roles with not much background on each other?”
“We met up a few times before filming started to get to know each other more and I think we hit it off right away, so it wasn’t hard for me,” Harry speaks up and you nod along.
“It was obviously a little different situation than when you meet someone and become friends, because as we got to know each other more, we had to go through scenes that were meant for a couple that was already years into their relationship, but I think it strengthened our friendship,” you answer, hands laid flat on your bare thighs.
No lie has been told, everything you said was the truth. You just left out the part where you become real life lovers and started dating a month into production.
“Y/N, you’ve been acting for a while now, have quite a few roles under your belt, what did you think of Harry’s acting?”
“I think that he is a wonderful actor and I hope people will give him his much deserved credit for it. He is often still seen as just a silly singer from a former boy band and they don’t take him seriously when he really is a very talented man. You’ll see in the movie as well, his role was a tough one, needed a lot of work and a wide range of emotions, but I think he did an amazing job.”
You dare to glance at him at the end of your little speech and for a moment you forget about the audience, James and the cameras. He is looking at you with so much gratitude and thankfulness. You remember every talk you had where he opened up to you about wanting to be taken seriously in the acting business, that he is not trying to be just a joke and another failed attempt of a singer to try himself out in movies. He told you how scared he is of not being good enough when you saw him every day on set and you were blown by his eternal talent and special take on his role. He deserves to be praised, he deserves every bit of it.
“It was easy, I had a great partner to learn from,” he smiles softly and you feel the heat crawling up your neck.
“You two really have the chemistry we’ve heard so much about, I can’t wait to see it on the big screen!” James sighs. “Tell me a little about what it was like to film? You guys spent a lot of time together, must have made a lot of memories.”
You take a deep breath as all those memories mentioned flood your mind. You had the best time of your life not just with Harry, but with the whole crew. Leaving after production was wrapped really broke your heart.
“It didn’t even feel like working,” Harry starts. “We always joked around, had lunch or dinner together, we were like a big family. It was so nice to have so many amazing, talented and hard-working people around you all day.”
“The jokes never stopped,” you add chuckling.
“I wish I could have been on set!” James laughs wholeheartedly. “That didn’t happen, but we have a little something. The crew has put together a short BTS video of the filming, so let’s have a look at that,” he announces and the video starts playing on every screen in the studio.
It’s a short little montage, but it captures the vibes of filming just perfectly. Clips shown from set are not just of you and Harry, but all the other cast and crew members. Goofing around, having lots and lots of laughs, dancing on set, which happened quite often and just all of you having a great time. Some of the slips however pain your chest, the ones of you and Harry.
This was very early into your relationship, no one on set even knew you were together, but seeing yourself on the screen you can’t deny the sparkles in your eyes every time you were around him.
A clip shows the two of you between two takes, doing a goofy dance in the kitchen of the home that was used as the set of the house of your characters, you are both wearing your costumes, Harry looks great in his suit and your long retro dress is flowing around you with every movement you make. He grabs you by your waist and spins you before you end up in his arms laughing crazily, you were so happy, so carefree. You wish you could go back to that moment…
Another footage was taken in your trailer when Harry took the place of Clare, your makeup artist and tried to do your eyeliner but miserably failed. In the video, he is gently clasping your chin, angling your face for himself as his other hand is working on the line, but it’s wobbly and way too thick, so you both end up just laughing when you check yourself in the mirror.
And there are some small moments of the two of you, moving around on set, lying in bed between takes, sitting in your chairs while eating, just tiny memories you still cherish so much and wish to live through again, but it’s the past. And it wouldn’t hurt this much if you knew Harry from the video was still yours.
When the video ends you need to blink a few times as your eyes have watered a little. You catch Harry’s gaze and he looks worried, he clearly wants to ask if you’re okay, make sure it was just the sentimentality of the moment, but he doesn’t have the chance, the cameras are still rolling.
“That looked like so much fun! Next time make sure to invite me on set too!” James jokes and you force a laugh out of yourself.
A few questions are asked about future plans and just generally about your careers before the taping finally ends. You thank James for the invite again and a photo is taken of the three of you, you standing in the middle with the two men on your sides. When everything is settled, you head to your dressing room, using the chance to slip away silently while Harry is still chit-chatting on the set.
In the comfort and silence of the dressing room, you lean onto the vanity, staring at yourself in the mirror, finding it ironic that on the outside, you look perfectly fine, healthy and pretty, but on the inside… you could scream. You miss Harry so much, you hoped that your feelings for him have toned down a little over these five months, but it was just the same if not even worse.
A faint knock is heard on the door and you quickly fix yourself before calling out to the person outside. The door opens and for your surprise, Harry steps inside, closing the door behind him.
“Hey, you disappeared so fast,” he softly says.
“Yeah, I’m just… a little tired,” you lie, though you know exactly he can see right through you.
“Y/N, I saw that look in your eyes after the video…”
“What look?” you ask with a huff. “What do you want me to say, Harry?”
“The truth,” he answers. “I’m not James, don’t bullshit me.”
“You want the truth? I’ll give it to you, but don’t blame me if it’s uncomfortable for you,” you chuckle bitterly, throwing your hands into the air. “I’ve been miserable, Harry. I miss you so fucking much, seeing you today was like Hell. I really thought it would be easier, but now I’m stuck with going from one interview to the other with red carpet events all around the world, seeing you every day when I terribly miss you and it fucking sucks, because you might not even feel the sa—“
You don’t get to finish, because Harry crosses the distance between the two of you, his hands grab your face and pulls you into a hard and passionate kiss. His lips move perfectly against yours and it feels like he is trying to squeeze every missed moment from the past five months into the kiss, making you melt into his arms completely.
He is everywhere. He is all you can taste, you breathe him in, his hands are everywhere on your body and your chest is pressed tight against his as you wrap your arms around his neck, locking him into your embrace. Your tongues dance, teeth tugging and pulling on lips, it’s a whole mess, but it’s the most perfect mess you’ve ever been. He takes your breath away completely and you don’t even want it back if it means you can’t have him.
Harry pulls away first, both your chests heaving wildly from the heavy make-out session and he looks down at you with hooded eyes.
“If you think I haven’t missed you like crazy… you can’t be more wrong, baby. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I wanted to call you a thousand times and beg for you to come back to me, but I thought you already moved on.”
“Moving on?!” you huff with a tired smile. “Harry, I could never…”
“Alright, then I’m not letting you go again. No way you are walking out of this building without being mine again.”
A shiver runs down your spine at his words as you pull him down for another kiss, needing to feel his lips on yours.
“I never stopped being yours,” you whisper against his lips and he moans weakly before crashing his lips against yours again. 
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