#and I kept walking for a hot second without realizing he wasn't with me

[mochinomnoms]

If the year is uncomfortable, I would like to make a request for your 1000 followers event, with Jamil viper prompt 19 (NSFW (if you don't want to do it, it can just be suggestive)) and the song Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy” )

jamil viper x gn!reader [tags] - nsfw [wc} - 723 prompt 19: “Can I kiss you again? I promise I won't get carried away.” song: Die For You (The Weeknd, “Starboy”) note - mmm still a jamil hater, but i suppose i see the appeal (i jest); i slep now cause it's 3am. francesca (1k event)

“I try to find a reason to pull us apart / It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect / And I know that you’re worth it / I can’t walk away, oh”

“Ah~ Jamil!” You gasped, voice high-pitched as you let out breathless moans. Jamil was no better as he panted, hips still flushed to yours as he felt your walls pulsing, no doubt from you cumming.

He wasn't intending to escalate your make out session this far, especially since there was currently another one of Kalim’s parties happening. How you two managed to escape to his room without getting caught was a miracle.

“Fuck…we…”Jamil exhaled sharply as you moved your hips, his dick twitching at the overstimulation. “Fuck, we should go back. Kalim’s gonna be looking for me any second.”

“Noooo!” you whined, caressing one of the arms caging you to the bed, kissing his arm as you did. 

“Come on, or else we’ll get caught—”

“Is that the reason we’re going with?” A teasing lilt to your voice, you wrapped your arms around Jamil’s neck and soothingly rubbed a thumb against his pulse. “You didn’t seem to mind almost being caught the other day~”

“That was different…”

“Oh?” You let out a laugh, “How? You could’ve found a reason, I’m sure.”

“Mmm, you’re right, I could’ve. But you looked so perfect on your knees for me, it was so worth it.”

Jamil purred as you brought him down, his hair cascading over his shoulders like a waterfall, his lips hovering over yours.

“… Can I kiss you again?” you whispered, like you were telling a secret or asking for something forbidden. Maybe you were. “I promise I won’t get carried away this time.” 

Your lover snorted.

“Sure you won’t, that’s what you said earlier too.”

Despite his protests, Jamil eagerly met your lips with his own, parting as he entered your mouth with a gentle swipe of his tongue. A blissful sigh left your mouth as he shifted his hips, both of you moaning from the intoxicating heat growing again between your legs. You tilted your head to deepen the once chaste kiss, teeth grazing against tongues, wet sounds growing louder in the room as arms wrapped around each other. 

You let out a shuddering breath as you felt his member get hard, still in your heat. Jamil’s hands wandered along your body, sliding down your back to arch you into him and off the bed. Digging your nails into his back to steady yourself, Jamil took control of your hips with his own, hot pleasure spreading over your bodies as he ground into you. 

Gasping breaths and melding bodies, Jamil fervently pressed wet kisses into your forehead, cheeks, and down your neck. 

“Shit, I don’t care. Let them come in and see us.” Moving to sit up, bringing you up with him to hold you in an embrace as he bounced you even deeper on his dick. 

“Ah! Jamil! FUCK! Aaaaaaah~”

“That’s it, that’s perfect, say my name, let everyone know who you belong to.” You cried out as Jamil pulled your head back by your hair, neck now exposed as you felt warm, soft lips pressing kisses into your skin. 

“Look at me.”

Eyes that you didn’t realize were closed, opened to meet your lover’s own dark gray ones. They were looking at you with lust, longing, and fondness that made you melt even more into his embrace. A rough snap of his hips forced a keen to leave your lips, tears welling up as you froze and shuddered, mouth forming an 'o' as you clenched to Jamil like he was your lifeline. 

“That’s it, keep looking at me pretty, keep cumming for me.” His eyes wandered over your form as he kept your hips moving, despite your cries, looking at you like he was revering a deity. 

Jamil was sure that you were one, sent specifically for him to worship. And for you to bless, him, only him. His personal god, his divinity, and he, your personal devotee, worshiper, servant.

How he loathed being a servant. But for you? He'd do anything to keep you tied to him for all eternity, to keep your love for him and to serve only his whims. When you really think about it, who's really the servant when you both live solely for the other?

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#mochi asks #francesca (1k event) #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper smut #!nsfw #marinahavik

[actual-changeling]

hi. hey. it's been a hot second since my last meta post but ohhhh did i realize something while making my edits. ready? i wasn't. there's gonna be a number of screencaps so let's go

i think everyone *noticed* while watching but didn't really mentally elaborate on it because i at least was already too busy sobbing. now, during the entire confession scene, crowley is attempting to make eye contact while aziraphale does his best to avoid it.

wanna take a guess when that changes? the second he steps closer and says nothing lasts forever. suddenly crowley is the one looking away, he can no longer stand to look into his eyes because his heart just got broken into a million little pieces and he loves zira so fucking much.

aziraphale is staring straight ahead and crowley looks past him, looks out the window, up, everywhere but at him. he ends up looking down and at the glasses in his hands and guess what.

aziraphale? aziraphale FOLLOWS his eyes. FOLLOWS. look at how he moves his head to keep meeting crowley's gaze. the head tilt.

i quite literally could not decide which screencaps to use so have all of them.

what really gets me though, and this might just be me being a little bit insane and very gay, but i swear aziraphale glances at his lips. it is literally one frame but it is THERE. look!!

his eyes flick DOWN. just for a second but they move from crowley's eyes, where they have been for the last half a minute, to his mouth. and when crowley says good luck and walks past him? he STILL follows him. turns his entire head and body with him even while he is trying to catch up with what crowley is really saying.

alex, you may ask, why does this matter? because it is the other way around now, they switch roles, because crowley kept eye contact during his confession and this is aziraphale's confession.

this is HIM saying run away with me, let's go off together, let's be an us in heaven. he tries to soak up literally every single heartbeat of being able to look into crowley's eyes without any barrier between them. this is him trying. he literally moves with him just to keep looking at his pretty yellow eyes, the eyes he has come to get to know so so well over the last few years. the eyes that have been uncovered, his face bare, presumably every single time crowley was in the bookshop.

crowley hears "nothing lasts forever" and takes it as rejection.

aziraphale says "nothing lasts forever" and looks at the one thing, the one person, that IS forever to him - crowley. he cannot say the words and lets his eyes speak for him yet crowley has already closed himself off.

(side note: call me delusional which i am clinically psychotic and all but if crowley had not put on his glasses? had stayed just a bit longer? said the nightingale bit right then and there? fuck me, but i think aziraphale would have kissed him first)

aziraphale loves humanity, loves the world, but crowley is HIS world, he sees all of his creations, all his nebulas and stars, in his eyes and tries to find the joy in them that he once saw before the beginning of time.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #aziracrow #crowly x aziraphale #i am losing my mind #i wish i knew how to make good gifs but i do not so screencaps it is #anyway im insane one more week til i finally have therapy again and by god is she gonna have a time with me

[infinitywrites]

I Didn't Expect You Part 4 ~ Conrad Fisher

(Part 3) (Masterlist) (Part 5)

gif credit @laurens-german

synopsis: Y/N never expected it to be the summer that everything changed. Conrad, Belly and Steven were all dealing with the consequences of recent break ups while Jeremiah's wasn't acting like himself. Susannah was undergoing treatment that provided unpredictable health results and kept her loved ones on the edge of tragedy. Had they drained the well of the magic of Cousin's beach? Or could something new fulfil it again?

warnings: multichapter slow burn, warnings will update with every chapter, timeline is both POST S2 and a retelling of S2 with changes, everyone swears A LOT, 4th of July party, ANGST between Jeremiah/Conrad, ANGST between Conrad/Y/N, Nicole (sorry to this Queen), Conrad's friend Danny (made him into my own thing), hints of Belly/Jeremiah, I don't know shit about sports

word count: 4,141

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I feel like no one wants me

And I hate the way I'm perceived

I only have two real friends

'Cause I love people I don't like

All I did was try my best

Ego crush is so severe

God, it's brutal out here

Got a broken ego, broken heart

I decided I needed sustenance before heading into the lion's den and popped a bacon wrapped scallop in my mouth. Nicole sidled up next to me in no time, refilling her plate.

"Someone's got game." Her voice was low, unassuming and her eyes were focused on the desserts when I looked at her.

I almost spit out my margarita, "You're kidding, right?"

She giggled, "Nuh uh. I got to watch you in action twice now. Danny was eating out of the palm of your hand and even Cam looked weak."

"OhmiGod, Cam is Belly's ex!"

Nicole shrugged, "Okay, fair but I don't blame you for Danny cause he's definitely been working out." Our eyeline shifted to where he was laughing with Jeremiah and Steven.

"He's at school for a baseball scholarship, of course he works out." Her look of unabashed thirst would never not amuse me.

"Fuck, that's so hot." She looked like she was about to swallow her tongue.

Without another word Nicole walked off in his direction and I smiled as I watched her get her flirt game on and trail her fingers up his bicep. My mind drifted back to the house as I downed the last of my margarita before I headed inside to poke the bear.

He was in the kitchen, drinking from a dark liquor bottle when I walked in. His sullen eyes met mine for a long moment, "Where's your boyfriend?" 

"Would you shut the fuck up for like a second?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them as I leaned against the island on my palms. Conrad rolled his eyes and turned his body away from me. That set me off again, "Since when the fuck do you talk so much anyway? My god the stupid fucking shit that flies–" 

He put his bottle down, "Since when the fuck so you swear so much?" It was disconcerting how much calmer he was than me. It spurred me on.

"Since you, asshole!" I didn't even realize how angry I was until the words came flying out and the adrenaline spiked higher. "Since you make me so fucking mad I wanna tear my own hair out! And I thought we made progress the other night. How fucking stupid am I?" I took a long breath and felt the heat prickle my cheeks. I should have brought in another frozen margarita.

The look on Conrad's face changed and his voice went soft, "You've never been stupid a day in your life." 

"Fuck you, I'm not done!" I wasn't done being pissed at him for trying to ruin a perfectly good day. "Do you even know who asked me to come in after you? Your friend, Danny. Sweet Danny who was genuinely worried that he hurt your feelings, you fucking–" 

His eyes narrowed cruelly, "Oh, poor sweet Danny who wrangled an invitation to 4th party just to drool all over you apparently." 

"Are you seriously fucking jealous right now?"

Conrad's mouth snapped shut as his eyes widened in panic for a second and I couldn't have cared less, "I didn't want to steal his attention away from you, Conrad. I was just saying hi…you know, like a nice person." 

"Mhm. I'm sure he's got lots of ideas of how you can be nice to him." He took another swig from his bottle.

I couldn't even look at him anymore so I squeezed my eyes shut until I could. "Jesus, I'm not gonna date your friend, okay?!? Not if really you don't want me to." 

When I opened my eyes Conrad looked shocked, "What? Seriously?"

It was the last thing I was expecting and I could feel myself start to calm down finally, "I mean, yeah. If it bugs you that much." 

I could tell he was thinking about it. "Y/N…" 

"Unless it really was the stupid fucking baseball shit." It was the shift in his tone of voice. I couldn't handle it.

Conrad paused, "I mean, he is a fucking liar. It's…" I spluttered a laugh and couldn't even hear his very important correction. "What? It's true." Conrad shrugged miserably and placed his bottle back on the counter.

I thought about Danny's request when I said, "I'm sure it is. I just have no idea what you're talking about."

Conrad rolled his eyes and I sighed.

"How is it I've known you my whole life and I never knew the absolute stats nerd hidden under that 90s heartthrob hair?" The second I walked into that kitchen I could barely believe the words coming out of my mouth. I was cutting myself off from another margarita even though I wanted it.

"You think I'm a 90s heartthrob?" He was leaning on the other side of the island and peering at me quizzically. I thought I could even see the hint of smirk under his misery.

"Ohmigod, that's what you got from that?" My face was screwed up in disbelief. His ego had no bounds.

"Uh, that was definitely the most important part." 

"Oh so you're a delusional nerd too?" This was better than sulking Conrad or angry Conrad but only by an inch.

He paused and shrugged like he was shaking off the rest of his sour mood. And then I felt him focus his stare directly at me in a way I'd never experienced. I didn't have to look up at him to know what I'd find. Was this the shameless confidence that Belly always talked about? The silence was bad enough. He always did that; said the thing I least expected or never said anything at all after I did. He'd just wait and look at me, expectantly until I felt like I couldn't breathe.

The silence was never comfortable so I mustered the last bits of my courage and looked him square in the face, "Not everyone is flirting with you, Conrad." 

His smile grew for the first time since he thought he was on a winning streak in the pool. The unsettling thing about it was it seemed like he knew something I didn't. Conrad was nodding and considering the statement as he stepped around the island to stand in front of me on the other side. 

I gasped softly when his eyes flashed back to mine and muttered, "You sure?" He lingered in the moment and I felt a calloused fingertip graze the back on my hand gripping the island countertop. Just when the static in my brain started the clear and I could breathe again, Conrad leaned into my ear to whisper, 

"Or do you save that for Danny now?" 

He stayed close but he had to be drunker than I thought and fucking with me again so I took a breath and tried not to take the bait. Maybe it was my turn to say the thing he least expected for once. I didn't want to have to look him in the eye again after that, "I…you know, sometimes I can't tell and it's unintentional. Danny probably did the same thing. He's just a nice guy." 

He scoffed and took a step back. "Sure. Not like you'd notice either way."

I looked at him then and shook my head in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?" 

Conrad opened his mouth as he stepped closer again but was shocked into place when he heard his brother calling for him from the other room. "Connie!"

He had the decency to look at me apologetically before directing him to the kitchen. When I saw Jeremiah's expression was serious and fixed on Conrad, I used that opportunity to make my exit. I took a few minutes in the bathroom to splash some water on my face and assess the pink hue in my skin as flush or sunburn. It didn't take long before I started to hear raised voices. I debated whether to investigate or leave them to it, if it was even the Fisher brothers at all, but when I thought about how Susannah wouldn't be able to deal with it like she always did, I knew I had to make sure it wouldn't get out of hand.

I caught pieces of the story as I walked back towards the kitchen. Susannah and Adam had been separated for a year now but he'd helped throughout as he should. He helped more than he did when they were together if Conrad was telling the truth. I heard Jeremiah accuse Conrad of scaring Adam away from the party altogether. It was true, Adam Fisher was nowhere to be found for the first time since I could remember. It was strange to think about now when he'd showed up for a few short hours the year before.

Jeremiah's tone was firm. "What gave you the right?" 

"Get over it, Jere. They're not even together anymore." In contrast, Conrad sounded like this was the last conversation he wanted to have.

"You think I don't know that?" 

"This is Mom's house and her party. You really think she wants him here?" 

"I think she wanted him at Thanksgiving and Christmas and when the treatment got really bad in the Spring too. Oh, but that's right you had finals and weren't around much then, moping around after you screwed things up with Belly." My eyes squeezed shut at the dig. This could escalate badly.

"Fuck you, you know I came home every second I could!" 

"I was there every day!" 

"Okay?! Okay! What do you want, a medal?" I hoped the breath I huffed wasn't audible enough for them to hear.

Jeremiah shook his head out of the corner of my eye, "Did you even ask her? Cause you're right, this is her party and she should have decided. Not you." The footsteps were heavy across the tile as he left and I heard the door slam behind him. 

Conrad sighed. "You heard every word of that, didn't you?" 

I winced and came out of hiding around the corner to see him leaning heavy on the island like it was the only thing holding him up at this point. His liquor bottle of choice was abandoned by the sink. "I'm sorry...but not every word and I didn't mean to, I swear. I was just in the bathroom." 

"It's okay. It's not your fault. Actually it's my fault. As per usual." He didn't move from his spot as his eyes carved holes into the countertop.

"Don't say that." My heart ached for him without my permission. Maybe Conrad fucked up by not inviting Adam or telling him not to show up at all but some of what Jeremiah said was unfair. And it wasn't hard to see that his brother was taking every word to heart no matter what.

"Why not? It's true. It's the only fucking thing I'm good at anymore." He looked up finally, lost.

"Connie, come on." 

The words seemed to shock him out of his emotional spiral. His brows raised and while the smile on his face was immediate, it fell just as quick, "I can't remember the last time you called me Connie." 

"I think I do, actually." Apparently it was infectious because now I was smiling at a memory I thought I'd lost.

When I looked his way again, he was watching me expectantly with the hint of that same sweet smile on his face. It was the least I could do since he seemed interested in the distraction from his own thoughts.

"There was this girl in my freshman year named Connie and I remember thinking it was hilarious that it was a girl's name. Kinda gross of me, honestly." 

"I would say," he interrupted but was still listening. 

"Do you wanna hear the story or not?" His hands raised in defeat as he chuckled. "I told Belly I was gonna torture you with it that summer; calling you every famous Connie I could come up with. TV characters and political figures but she got really upset and said you'd be mad so 'please don't'. So I tried to forget about it entirely so I wasn't tempted." 

When I looked up again, Conrad was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite figure out so I kept on. "And it must have worked too because I forgot about it until this second." 

He nodded slowly, "Does that mean I get to call you Y/N/N again?" 

I rolled my eyes at the old nickname and conceded, "I guess it's only fair." 

We ended up heading back towards the party and paused to look outside sliding door windows at the view of the patio. He nudged me, "So you've grown to like my name." 

I didn't need to look at him to know he was trying to shift his mood before we went back to everyone who was oblivious about what had gone down inside. "Damn, the confidence with which you said that completely inaccurate statement."

"Mm, say it again." He muttered and I shot him a glare so fast I couldn't believe he kept talking. "But softer."

My patience was battling against the need for physical violence but I let it out verbally. "Maybe try therapy if that gives you a nerdgasm." I was gonna get a lot of traction out of this nerd thing.

"Exposure therapy maybe." The mood shift was successful if I could base it on his teasing tone and goofy smile.

"I said I wasn't flirting with you, dummy." I didn't mean to bring it up again since it wasn't that serious but it wasn't the only thing I'd said that I was gonna regret after the fact.

Conrad scrunched his face in disbelief, "That's definitely not what you said. Actually, we decided you wouldn't know if someone was flirting with you. Case in point." 

I could barely listen to him anymore and I gestured for him to quit it. "Fine, whatever, I'm saying it now. Not flirting. Can we move on?" I knew he was looking at me then but I refused to do the same.

"No." His response was immediate and I saw him register the shock, like it even surprised him a little that he'd said it. 

I didn't have a choice then and could only gape in his direction, eyes struck wide by his stubborn streak. 

Conrad turned to me and stepped closer like he'd made a decision. "Even if you weren't, I was. And I want you to know so I'm telling you now, straight up, to your face, so later you can't explain it away or pretend I didn't…flirt with you." 

And that's when I realized he did know something I didn't. I was such an idiot. He broke his steady gaze for a second and chuckled, "I didn't mean to at first and then…I don't think I can stop now." 

If all that wasn't enough, he wasn't done. "I don't want to." Conrad leant close then and his voice dropped an octave, "I mean, why does he get to when I can't?"

I heard the sliding door shift open and closed but didn't see it from my frozen state, staring at a corner piece of the door frame. I sucked in an unsteady breath and looked up just in time to see him look back at me from the edge of the pool, quickly before he jumped in.

My nerves were shot and despite the cool air inside the house compared to the heavy July sun, my hairline was damp. My mind was blank and racing at the same time; no thought coherent in the slightest so I shut it down completely. No more thinking, not that I could think myself out of this one anyway. I waited until I could breathe normally and wasn't overheating from the inside before I stepped back out to the patio and steered directly to the drinks table for my third frozen margarita.

The rest of the party was fairly uneventful in comparison but still great. No more drunken drama or broken family heirlooms to Belly's great relief. In fact, I found a lot of peace watching her for the rest of the night; giggling with her friends, swimming until her limbs cramped up and flirting with Jeremiah if I could read the signals right. He seemed elated by the development and I let myself be happy for them instead of diving into the complications of that potential. No more thinking. 

At one point, I watched Conrad grab Danny's shoulder, both of them nursing their last beers of the night, and mutter something to him that looked serious enough to be an apology. Danny shook his head with a smile and gripped him in a fierce hug. I didn't even realize I was smiling at the sight until Danny's eyes caught mine and he mouthed a grateful 'thank you'. It was so sweet I had to put down my margarita and rethink my life choices. I caught Aunt Laur and Susannah sitting together and seeing it too: Laurel pouted her bottom lip at her friend and Susannah's eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

When the party got to the point of only relying on the patio and pool lights, I distracted myself with the first steps of organized clean up. Steven joined me not long after, saying that he needed an excuse for a quiet task to keep his hands busy. Usually I would have pressed for more information but I was surviving off fumes by that point. Maybe everyone was. Nicole and Danny stopped by to say goodbye and thanked us for a great party. I hugged them both and looked around to realize that it was only the family left after that. Jeremiah and Belly said something about how they'd make up for their clean up crew shift in the morning and were nowhere to be found after that.

Eventually, when Susannah's porcelain serving platter almost slipped from my hands and into pieces on the kitchen floor, Laurel told me I'd done enough and shooed me upstairs. I debated washing the day off before I crashed into bed but worried I'd actually fall asleep under the warm spray. I'd just managed to get into a baggy Cousin's Rowing t-shirt and sleep shorts before I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

It was the creak of the old wooden drawers of Belly's dresser that pulled me out of deep slumber. The room was bright with sunlight shining through the curtains and I had slept right on anyway. I yawned as Belly made a face in my direction and grabbed her crop top.

"I'm sorry! I was just gonna change before I got to the beach. I don't wanna miss the chance on our last day." 

"What time is it?" I looked around the room when my phone wasn't on my nightstand like usual. It landed on the end of my bed with a thump.

"After 10. Here. I found it on the kitchen table when I came in last night. Figured I should plug it in for you."

I smiled and saw that it was, indeed, fully charged. "You're sweet."

"The least I could do. You barely left anything for me and Jere to finish up this morning."

"Yeah, I was on a mission." I looked at her smiley face as she pulled her top over her bikini. "So. About you and Jere…"

Belly was never good at hiding things from me and her face screamed guilt even as she tried to shrug it off. "What do you mean?"

"Belly. Come on." She looked at me then, waiting. "You guys hung out all day yesterday and then you left together last night. What's going on there?"

The poor thing looked scared, "You're not mad?"

I rolled my eyes, "Is there something to be mad about? I mean, if you guys like each other…it's not gonna be easy but there are worse things."

"Wow, you should sleep in more often. Oh, don't forget to check the kitchen when you get up. Conrad went out early and got the good muffins."

"Oh, nice. But you're not off the hook about this Jere thing."

She pulled her lip balm out of her pocket and smeared it across her bottom lip. "It's not anything yet. When there's something to tell, I'll let you know."

"You better."

I took a moment to check my phone and saw an unread message from an unknown number. Hey, it's Danny. Jeremiah swore it was cool if he gave me your number so I hope that's okay. It was nice seeing you yesterday. The look on my face must have given me away because Belly was laughing at my expense in almost no time.

"Let me guess. Danny decided to text you after all." She wiggled her brows and giggled.

"Did you know about this?"

"I was there when Jere was trying to convince him. Poor guy actually thought you rejected him because of Conrad." Belly didn't seem to notice if my face reacted to that tidbit. "I told him there wasn't any reason you couldn't come back to Cousin's this summer if you had some good incentive."

She wasn't wrong. It wasn't like I had plans like Steven and Belly. I didn't need to be anywhere until the middle of August. I didn't need to shut everything down before it even started; before giving it a chance to be something to forget about at all. It was a nice thought that was almost immediately ruined by Conrad's look of relief when I told him I'd do the exact opposite. Maybe in a different world where I wasn't leaving for California in five weeks, or if I had any concrete plans of spending more time in Cousin's this summer, I'd feel different. Not to mention that I still didn't have the slightest idea where Conrad's head was at after yesterday and I wasn't sure I even wanted to. The world in which I could be excited about this didn't exist and it was time to make peace with that. 

"You know he invited me to his ball game? I can't believe I have to leave before seeing him in those white pants." 

"Y/N!" Belly threw her stuffed polar bear, Junior Mint, at my chest and I caught it with a laugh. "I knew you liked him. He got so much hotter this year, I'm a little jealous I didn't get there first." 

I gasped dramatically, "I'm telling Jeremiah!" 

"I'm kidding…kind of. I mean, I'm definitely leaving but Danny Wilder could inspire a hot girl summer." 

"Mm. Period." I looked back at the text and wondered if I should just leave it altogether. My stomach grumbled and it distracted me enough to leave it be for now and wave Belly off to the beach to have her fun.

I shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen after my shower, remembering the muffins Belly said would be waiting for me. The box was on the island like always and I smiled at the small victory. I really should have missed my chance at one, let alone my favourite, coming down after 11am. I opened the box and considered my choices when I heard someone clear their throat. I looked towards the sound and found Conrad standing in the doorway.

"Uh…I uh, saved you a carrot. It's under the cake plate." He gestured to the other side of the counter where it waited for me.

"Oh. Thanks." I walked that way and saw him shift his stance uncomfortably, and look down at his feet. I forced myself to give him the credit he deserved at that moment with a look of sincerity. "You didn't have to do that."

He looked pleasantly surprised, "It's no problem. You uh…call it a thanks for cleaning up last night. My mom really appreciated it."

"Of course. Anything for Susannah." 

It was the most polite we'd ever been to each other in our entire lives. I wasn't even sure it was real since there were no witnesses to prove I wasn't making the whole thing up somehow. Belly and Steven would laugh in my face if I told them. But that didn't stop the awkwardness from getting worse by the second and finally I couldn't take it anymore. Conrad looked like he wanted to say something else but I couldn't hear it, whatever it was and I was scared that I already knew. Instead of giving him the chance, I mumbled a quick 'thanks again' and 'see you later' before bolting back upstairs with my carrot muffin in hand and shut the door behind me. I leaned back against it and wondered how I'd avoid whatever that was for the next 24 hours before my time in Cousin's would come to an end.

Next

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Hi!! How are you?

I would also love to hear/read more about Tess x Joel x reader!! ❤️❤️

im great!! I hope you are doing well too darling <3

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For the longest time, you think Tess and Joel are married. It's an honest mistake, really. Seeing the way they work together like a well-oiled machine and have done so for years leads you to think there's more to their relationship.

Which there is. But neither of them will admit it.

Tess is easier to talk to. Not to say she isn't scary as well because christ, you know the things she's capable of and make sure to never short her on a trade or a cut of the profits, but its different. She speaks. Even as she's looking over the haul from your last run to make sure you aren't skimping her out, she talks to you. Little jokes injected into every few sentences while looking over stock, the occasional remark in awe of "you were able to find this?" that filled you with pride each time in that raspy voice that kept you up at night.

Joel is silent.

He sits in the room and watches. Rarely uttering a word unless its to shoot down an idea for your next run because "FEDRA is getting antsy, unless you want to be on the execution list tomorrow I suggest you wait a few days." or to raise his nose at the oddities you've collected.

Like a proper guard dog, he watches and waits for a command.

The first time you speak to him alone, without Tess, is when it happens.

You had just told him that you were planning another run for tomorrow after making connections with another smuggler who wanted to meet. But the location was at least a two days walk from the QZ.

"You can't possibly be that stupid."

"Excuse me?"

His eyes narrow and he leans in. On instinct you shrink back and curse at yourself for doing so.

"You plan on meetin' somebody you've never worked with before and never seen in person, alone because of what? Blind trust?"

"Because of profit."

He snorts. "Yeah well somethin' tells me 'mutual profit' isn't what he has in mind. The answer is no." Your face grows hot under his criticism, his patronizing fucking voice and that stupid southern accent to the point where you grab at his shoulder when he turns away from you.

"I wasn't asking for permission, man. I was telling you. Just make sure that your wife knows I'm-"

There.

His head snaps back as if you had slapped him, staring at you with in shock before his eyes narrow into slits.

"What did you just say?"

His voice rumbles a low, warning timbre that makes your hands begins to shake despite your intentions of looking strong.

"I said-" the room suddenly feels smaller. Corners all too tight and the door too far for your liking because its hitting you know that youre alone with him and just how many times Tess has sent this man out to break some bones on her accord without a second word of it.

"I said." Your throat tightens and you force the words out. "I said to tell your wife-"

"She isn't my wife."

Oh.

"Oh!"

Joel shakes his head. His face scrunches up and shoulders pull in, you realize then that he isn't angry.

He's uncomfortable.

"Oh, I uh. Didn't know." The floorboards groan beneath you as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. "I just assumed that-"

"Well we aren't, alright?" He holds out a hand to stop your further explanation but it does nothing to hide the red tint creeping up his neck and ears. "She's just my-"

His voice fails him as he struggles to find the words to properly explain just what Tess is to him and him to her. The silence becomes all too consuming as he makes a vague gesture in the air. Flitting his fingers and waving his hand up and down in a way that perfectly encapsulates just how fucking complicated it is.

"I understand."

The situation has gone from terrifying to awkward so fast you could have laughed as you now try to soothe the nerves of the same man you worried was ten seconds away from snapping your wrist like a twig. "It's none of my business, really. Just-" You turn on your heel and cringe.

You'd rather him just break your wrist, honestly.

"Let Tess know when I'm leaving for the run, okay?"

"Push it back a week and we'll join you."

Your hands freezes, hovering over the doorknob and you look over your shoulder. Joel stands behind you, face in his hands.

"I'm sorry?"

He takes a deep breathe and looks at you with tired eyes. "If you can contact your man and get him to push the meeting by a week, Tess and I will go with you, alright? You need to have somebody there with you in case something happens."

He takes a step forward, broad shoulders boxing you in and he leans over and opens the door for you.

"Besides, you're the only one in the QZ who specializes in weird shit." Joel pulls back sighs. "Tess wants to keep the connection."

You don't bother hiding your smile from him.

"I prefer the term oddities." "Yeah? Well, I prefer the term headaches. Now fuck off so I can go talk to her."

Joel watches your form dash down the hall and disappear from his sight. He pinches the bridge of his nose and groans. His thoughts wander to you, then Tess.

Then you and Tess.

"Fuckin' moron."

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[mackjlee9]

This was requested two years ago, i'm such a bad writer i'm sorry :')

Ash Lynx x Male!Reader x Okumura Eiji [Angst&Fluff]

Warning; mentions of blood, stab wound, bullet wound, death, surgery and maybe needles (it's implied)

Masterlist.

Banana Fish

Requested on Wattpad.

(M/n) was calmly walking, taking a few sips of his still hot coffee and looking around the busy city. He was approaching the library Ash told him to meet up, he was just a block away and even though he knew he was early, Ash was probably already waiting for him.

He smiled at the thought of his best friend, the memory of Shorter flashing in his mind but he didn't let it ruin his calm state of mind, and continued walking, emptying his cup and throwing it away on the nearest trash can he saw.

With the library doors in his field of view, he crossed the street with quick steps, glancing side to side as he did so. He released a breath and walked toward the library's double doors, but before he could even reach his hand out to open it, a flash of blond hair rushed past him.

"Ash?!" He called for him, but Ash completely ignored the calls of his name. (M/n) didn't think twice before following after him, he has been following Ash everywhere since they met, and he wasn't gonna let the blond run off on his own, especially not when he knew how reckless he could be, "Ash!"

He kept trying to call him, but nothing, the blond wasn't even paying attention to his surroundings, running into bystanders that cursed at him for not even apologizing, and right behind him was (M/n), yelling 'sorry ma'am' and 'excuse me sir' as he ran past them as well. He tried to understand why Ash would run out like that, and he noticed the paper he was holding in his hand.

Must be Eiji's letter... (M/n) would've stopped running and let Ash go to Eiji, but something was off.

His eyes caught sight of a male leaning against the wall, his hood up and covering most of his face, but when he turned to look at Ash as he got closer, (M/n) recognized him. It was Lao.

Without realizing it, (M/n) sped up and reached his arms out to push Ash just out of the way of the knife coming at him.

Ash grunted as he fell to the ground after stumbling over his own two feet. He turned around to curse at who pushed him and keep running on his way to find Eiji, but he was left speechless when he saw (M/n) standing where he was just a second ago.

(M/n) had his clenched due to the pain that was slowly numbing, feeling his warm blood drip down and stain his clothes. He was in shock, his brain not fully processing what had happened.

The moment Lao realized he had just stabbed (M/n) instead of Ash, he backed away, pulling the knife with him. His furious eyes looked at Ash who was still on the ground, but he reacted quicker than Lao could.

With the loud booming sound of his revolver echoing in the now empty street, the sounds of people mumbling and whispering with each other changed to gasps and shrieks at the sound of a bullet being shot. Some good woman decided to call an ambulance while someone else called the police.

(M/n) rested on the wall next to him, where Lao had been standing waiting for his ambush, and now he was laying on the ground, bleeding but already dead. He took deep breaths while he pressed his hand on his gushing wound, his body trembling as his vision kept fading in and out.

Ash stood up, almost tripping again as he rushed toward (M/n), applying pressure on his wound over (M/n)'s hand, and he debated what to do now. If the police came, he could be arrested, and so could (M/n), but walking to the hospital would result in the same outcome, but at least, he could hide for a bit while the police investigated.

"Ash..." His thoughts were interrupted by (M/n)'s quiet voice, "We can't stay here, Ash..." The blond nodded and took a deep breath, his heart beating loudly in his ears at the thought of losing another close friend.

"I know, can... can you walk?" He asked, holding (M/n) against his side. The male only grunted and nodded, and like that, Ash took (M/n) to the nearest hospital, avoiding the cops like the plague as they made their way there.

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(M/n) had to be taken to surgery and Ash was sitting outside keeping his head down, thinking about what could happen, hoping that (M/n) would be okay, even after the doctors told him how unlikely it was for the male to live after all the blood he lost.

He took a shaky breath and reached for his phone, calling Eiji. He didn't want the Japanese male to hear any bad news once he arrived in his home country, so Ash decided to give him a quick call, just in case the worst-case scenario occurred.

Eiji was next in line to board the plane when he felt his phone vibrate in his hand, Ash was calling him. With a bright smile, he picked up the call, only for his smile to be wiped from his face, replaced by glossy eyes and frowned brows.

"Eiji-kun?" Ibe calls him, but Eiji's ears are ringing, and he felt his body move before his mind could process the information he just received, "Eiji!"

Eiji runs out of the airport, and calls a taxi, mumbling the name of the hospital while whispering to Ash that he's on his way. The whole ride there feels agonizingly slow for Eiji, it felt like hours when it was barely ten minutes, and he rushes out of the car, the driver yelling and complaining, only to receive a wad of cash from Ash, telling him to stop complaining and leave.

"Ash!" Eiji runs toward the blond and hugs him tight, that's when Ash finally lets the tears fall down his face. He feels safe with Eiji, and he can't help but lower his guard around the Japanese male, "How is he...?" His voice trembles as he asks, partially unsure if he wants to know the answer to his question.

"I- I don't know, I'm... I'm scared to ask, Eiji," he let his voice break, the knot in his throat making it hard for him to breathe properly, "What if he- if he doesn't make it? (M/n)- he's all I have, Eiji..." His hold tightened around Eiji, who now feels the need to reassure Ash.

He lifts his hand to his blond hair, and gently plays with it, shooting the pain in his chest for a little while, holding him in a safe hold, which manages to calm Ash down as he hides his tear-stained face in Eiji's neck.

"He's gonna be okay, (M/n) is strong, we know that... He's lived through worse, come on, let's go inside, it's cold out here, Ash." Nodding in silence, Ash held Eiji's hand as the Japanese male guided him inside the hospital, and they sat down on one of the empty chairs in the hallway, waiting for anyone who would tell them how (M/n) was and if he was gonna make it.

During their long wait, Ash fell asleep on Eiji's shoulder, marks of dry tears on his cheeks and Eiji leaned his cheek on Ash's blond hair, his phone vibrated and he looked at the ID. Ibe was calling him.

Well, I can't ignore him forever, he must be worried.

Eiji picked up the call and explained to Ibe where he was and why he was there. Apparently, Ibe had to pick up their luggage and found a hotel to stay in and just now he was able to contact him. Even if they had a place to stay the night, they were probably gonna stay in the hospital until they have any news about (M/n)'s state.

After receiving a warning from Ibe to be careful on their own, he hung up. Eiji put his phone in his pocket and looked down at Ash, who was moving around and a frown on his face.

"Ash?" He gently touched his face, and the blond woke up, frantically looking around before feeling Eiji still holding his hand. And he remembered where they were and what had happened.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed.

"It's been three hours, Eiji... I don't think he'll make it," Ash bit his bottom lip hard to prevent himself from whimpering and starting crying again, but right at that moment, the same doctor that took (M/n) to surgery stepped into the hallway, her eyes meeting Ash's who recognized her immediately, "How is he?"

Before she could say a word, Ash stood up from the chair, but couldn't get too close due to Eiji still holding his hand.

"He's stable, he should wake up in at least 15 minutes," she smiled at them, and Ash let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "He's a tough guy, Ash," both of them frowned when she said the blond's name, but she walked past them, "He's in the second door to the right."

Eiji muttered a thank you and dragged Ash down the hall, turning right and stopping by the door for a few seconds, before slowly opening it.

They were greeted by an awake yet drowsy (M/n) who was playing with the IV on his arm, looking at it as if he was amazed. He lifted his gaze when he heard the door open followed by a gasp, and there he saw the two most important guys in his life. The only family he had.

"Hey, guys~," he lifted his hand as a greeting and he was instantly crushed by two pairs of arms, "Ow, guys, that hurts..." Removing the pressure on his torso, Eiji and Ash held (M/n)'s face gently and pressed a long kiss on his cheeks, making the male giggle and his face heat up at the sudden affection.

"You're not going out unless you're covered in bubble wrap, you hear me?" Ash had tears in his eyes, his jade-colored irises shining like gems, and Eiji's laugh sounding like angels in his ears. Damn, (M/n) was so in love with them, he could barely handle it.

"Alright, alright~, now calm down, I'm okay, you can rest." Eiji grabbed a chair and placed it next to his bed while Ash just made himself comfortable on (M/n)'s bed, nuzzling his neck and closing his eyes with a relieved sigh, "Shouldn't you be on a plane?"

Eiji hummed and shook his head, "I can stay in New York for a while longer, someone has to watch over you and Ash, y'know."

(M/n) laughed but soon groaned at the pain in his abdomen, "You're always right, Eiji."

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[cookies-and-music]

Ghost. - part 8: Atonement.

This chapter's musical suggestion is either What was I made for? or Ocean Eyes, both by Billie Eilish (couldn't decide).

Part 1 here - part 9 here.

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

"Mobius, you don't understand, we found him. The man at the end of time." Loki ran a frantic hand through his hair, pacing in circles in the hallway. "We fought, and-"

"Loki."

The voice didn't come from Mobius. Loki turned and saw Lydia at the end of the hallway, with a hand over her mouth and wide, moist eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Lydia?" Loki tilted his head to the side before being pulled in different directions, as if he had become some sort of mush.

"Loki!" She cried, crossing the hallway towards him before he disappeared... and reappeared shortly after.

"What was that?" Lydia looked bewilderedly from Mobius to Loki, who shook their heads without responding, implying that they didn't even know. "Are you okay?"

"It's not as bad as it looks," Loki moved his neck to loosen it.

"You need help" Mobius grabbed his arm, beginning to walk, and Lydia positioned herself on Loki's other side. Her proximity made Loki tense; he wanted to tell her that she was a damn traitor, but there would be time for that later. He wouldn't be able to speak if he kept disappearing without completing a sentence.

"Does it look that bad?" he asked them.

"Noo..."

"Absolutely not..."

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"Hey," Lydia approached Loki, leaning on a railing to observe the landscape of the TVA citadel.

He turned towards her but didn't respond, looking back outside.

"I got you this" she handed him a takeaway cup with tea. "I'm not sure if you like it; I might have put too much sugar." As she prepared it, Lydia realized that it had always been him taking care of her, with small gestures like bringing her a hot drink when she was stressed.

Loki glanced from the cup to her before grabbing it with a nod and returning his gaze to the citadel.

Lydia mimicked him, taking a deep breath and a sip of coffee, hoping it would give her the courage she lacked at that moment.

"I'm glad you and Mobius managed to solve the problem of... you know... the disappearing act."

"Yeah."

"Yeah," Lydia looked down at her shoes and took another deep breath.

"I wanted to apologize" she turned to him.

Loki finally looked at her, furrowing his brows.

"You... you were right about me. I was wrong, I turned my back on you in the name of what I thought was my duty and my ambition." Lydia took a deep breath, evidently, just looking at him was enough to take her breath away.

"I'm a soldier, Loki. I'm given a mission, and I execute it, and for me, that's all there is. But in doing so, I lost a piece of my humanity, with every manipulation and every lie. It's true, I hurt you while you've always been a friend to me." She mustered the courage to look him in the eyes, but it failed her. "And for that, I apologize. I don't know if you can forgive me or trust me again-"

"Lydia."

She fell silent.

"It's been a long time."

“Has it?" Lydia tilted her head.

"For me, yes. A lot of things happened..."

It wasn't clear to her what he meant, as for her, it had been a couple days, or at least she thought, but she figured his words to do with his time jumps, or with the multitude of events he had experienced.

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Loki saw that her face had a guilty expression, similar to the one he had seen on his own for several days, when he had believed her dead, before meeting her at the TVA. The expression of someone confessing their sins to a ghost.

"You sold me and Sylvie out to Renslayer to satisfy your ambition and quench your anger," Loki spoke calmly, as if he were just stating facts, and Lydia couldn't find anything to say in response, lowering her eyes under the weight of the truth.

Loki observed this too, before continuing. He was hurt by her, of course, but deep down, he felt he understood the feelings that had driven her and the weight of the consequences it carried.

"But I suppose I'm the last one who can condemn such things" he sighed to himself.

"I don't know if I can trust you again, but if it's forgiveness you seek" Loki captured her gaze with his "then consider it granted."

Lydia let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, captivated by his blue gems, and smiled at him, miming a "thank you" with her mouth. He nodded.

Lydia leaned on the railing next to Loki, and both took a sip of their respective hot drinks, savoring the silence for a few minutes.

"Would you mind telling me what happened down there, with... Sylvie?"

Loki moistened his lips before beginning. "We found him. The man at the end of time. We fought, and she pushed me through a time door."

"Why?" Lydia felt like she was missing a step.

"She betrayed."

A second passed.

"Well, clearly, you have a type."

That was not funny, but Loki laughed anyway.

Our boy is back, as promised. Gotta go fix my hair now, tomorrow it's monday and I have a real job, as a functional adult. Have a nice week everyone!

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[joelswritingmistress]

Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: After reliving your unexpected first kiss, you agree to meet Joel again for another boat ride. While you're trying to remain level-headed, your hormones are in overdrive as you wonder where things are headed between you.

Joel x f!reader

The kiss was innocent enough. Closed mouth, a peck that lingered with eyes pressed shut. You could taste the Narragansett beer he'd be drinking down at the beach. But sparks went off like fireworks inside of you.

When you pulled back and opened your eyes, Joel's lips, his luscious lips, twisted into a smirk. His eyes, playful and kind, lingered on yours.

"Goodnight," you spoke with a smile of your own and glowing, hot cheeks.

"Goodnight."

"Will you be okay to get home?" The question felt silly but you couldn't help but ask. It made him chuckle.

"I'll be fine."

"Okay." You nodded and realized he was leaning back in.

"Okay," he echoed, closing his eyes again as he planted a second kiss on your lips.

You didn't want to part from him. Never in your life had you wanted to jump someone's bones so badly right after you met them. You'd never had a one night stand or slept with a guy right away, it just wasn't your style. But Joel. Joel would have been an exception to every silly little rule you'd penned in your imaginary rule book. You didn't want a one night stand. You wanted a one-hundred night stand - or more.

Calm the fuck down, you told yourself.

"Six o'clock tomorrow night?" He asked, still lingering close to your lips.

You swallowed hard. "Six o'clock."

"I gotta leave the dock then so don't be late." He smirked with another wink that made you swoon.

"I won't be late."

You hadn't realized your fingers were entwined with his until his hand parted from yours. You managed a deep breath, said your goodnights again and then headed upstairs.

...

"Taking the boat out to Block Island today," your Uncle Mark explained as he sipped on a fruity drink beside you on the beach. "Any interest?" He smoothed out his graying mustache.

You couldn't risk being late to meet Joel, but you pretended like you were thinking about it. "I might do a little shopping out here tonight."

"No problem. You kids are getting too old to hang out with the old dudes, anyway." He gave a laugh. "To be honest I miss being young and hitting the bars. Being able to do shots without feeling it for four days."

You gave a laugh. "My shot taking days are ending. Some beers and maybe a rum runner or two I can get behind, though."

Uncle Mark laughed and you gave him a fist bump. He was the funniest family member you had, and before you left the beach the two of you snuck in a shot of Fireball he kept in the cooler, just for good measure.

On the walk back from a day in the sun your brother caught up with you. "So, uh, who's the guy?" He teased.

"What?"

"Who's the guy?" He repeated with a smirk. "Late night. You asked me to lie for you. I did. You're not joining us on Uncle Mark's boat."

You chuckled and shook your head.

"I knew it."

"I'm meeting a guy tonight for dinner."

When he started singing the Grease song, Summer Lovin' you laughed and hit him. Sometimes your brother could be okay, despite his cringy antics.

"Thanks for covering for me last night."

"Yeah, yeah. You've had my back before and you always bought me beer before I could buy it myself." He laughed. "Just don't get kidnapped."

"I'll be fine." You smiled.

The vibe of the week had shifted tremendously. You went from being bored and then feeling guilty for being bored to completely alive.

Everyone had gone to Block Island on the boat, and your mother was the most disappointed that you decided to stay. A part of you felt guilty again because you knew she was trying to hold onto the bond you'd always had with her. Your parents weren't bad people, not by a long shot. You were just feeling a need to spread your wings now that you were fully submerged into adulthood.

Speaking of adulthood, you finally felt like you were able to let yourself go - socially and romantically. It was time to explore all avenues of your love life and Joel Miller was in your crosshairs.

You tried to pull off a look that showed you were trying but not too much. You put on some makeup, lip gloss and straightened your hair. You sported a sundress for the boat ride again and some flip flops.

At five-thirty you began the short walk down to the docks and saw the now-familiar boat beginning to approach the dock with a short line of people waiting to take their cruise. The crew from the hour before began to exit the vessel and, as they piled off, the first people in line piled on.

You held your breath. Butterflies were in your stomach and your eyes scanned the boat frantically. The excitement and anxiety wouldn't get back to an even keel until you saw him.

The dock rocked beneath you as you paced toward the boat. You spotted one of Joel's friends from the bar securing a rope from the boat to the dock.

Where is he? Where is he? The phrase peppered in your mind as you neared The Mist of the Sea. Your heart rate climbed and then, as the first passenger went to climb aboard, the captain emerged with a hand extended to help them on.

You swallowed hard. He looked even better than you remembered, sporting the same hat over a T-shirt that hugged his rugged upper body. He smiled genuinely as he helped the passengers aboard.

And then it was your turn. When your eyes met Joel's you noticed his Adam's apple rise and fall in his throat. His lips tightened on the corners at first and then a smile formed, big and bright, on his face.

His warm palm secured your hand to his, and when his fingers wrapped around your hand you felt a hit of infatuation. It was already addicting.

"Welcome aboard," Joel greeted. He grinned, and you smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Thank you, Captain." You allowed him to guide you aboard. Everything felt great in that moment. Perfect, even. You hadn't felt so naturally happy in a long time.

"The view from the top deck is stunning," he said as you headed for the ladder.

"Thanks for the tip." You glanced over your shoulder at him and felt your flirtation was successful as you took the ladder to the top deck.

Others had begun to get seated but you managed to make your way close to the front of the boat to be close to Joel.

He eventually made his way to the top, subtly letting his knee graze yours as he passed. A moment later he was on the boat radio, capturing the crew's attention as he promised a relaxing and informative forty-five minute ride around the island.

You enjoyed the ocean breeze, and of course the view of the captain. But you couldn't wait for whatever came next. Joel was so close, yet so far. After the hours of conversation and the pair of kisses the night before, you couldn't help but crave more. Selfishly, you wanted Captain Joel all to yourself.

He was really in his element. Joel was friendly and energetic. He had people laughing and asking a question here or there. He really was an islander, and you could hear the passion for the place he lived in every little detail he provided. It was dreamy.

I could do this over and over, you thought to yourself.

The forty-five minutes came and went. You tried to soak in as much of the history and little tidbits of the Island that you could. When Joel finally eased the big sea vessel back into its spot by the dock, he thanked everyone for joining and motioned for you to come to the front as the others piled out.

"So, what'd you think?" He asked. "Better the second time around?"

"I'd say you nailed it," you said with a nod, letting your hand drift across the steering wheel. "You got a standing ovation. They seemed to like you."

Joel gave a little grin and motioned to the wheel. "Think you could drive her?"

You huffed a laugh and positioned both hands on the wheel, looking out at the sea. "I'd probably take us to Ireland or something."

Joel laughed lightly and crept in behind you. He placed his hands over yours on the wheel.

You swallowed hard and your pulse quickened when you felt his body gently brush against yours from behind. You were struggling to fight the impulses you wanted so badly to act on. But to be fair, Joel knew exactly what he was doing.

"If I said starboard which side is it?" He asked.

"Um.." your brain was practically shut down and your body was working overtime. You went to move your hands on the wheel to the left but Joel caught you as you did and forced your hands in the other direction.

"Close," he teased. The laugh he let out ricocheted down the side of your neck. It caused you to turn partway to look at him.

For a second or two neither of you said anything, and then in a boyishly cute fashion, Joel simply said, "Hi."

"Hi." You breathed the word back and your gaze alternated, in rapid fashion, from looking into his eyes to down at his lips and back again.

That was when Joel recognized your hesitation and took the initiative. He grabbed you by the side of the face with one hand and kissed you. This time he *really* kissed you.

It was fierce and hot. Your tongue fought for dominance with his, but ultimately Joel took over with ease. You gasped when you took a breath and then dove back in for more.

Fuck, how would you stop? There wasn't a part of your body that had the will to stop.

And then came a whistle from below. It jolted both of you back to reality and you suddenly remembered where you were.

"Joel!" A voice called up. "You good?" It was one of the deckhands.

"I'm on my way down!" Joel called back. He turned back to you and sighed through his nose. His hand still rested on your cheek. "Come to dinner with me."

You nodded, knowing full well how crimson your face was and swollen your pupils must have been.

"Do you feel comfortable coming by my house first? I just have to take a quick shower. I'll be in and out in five minutes."

Joel's house? Him showering? Naked. With you there.

"If not," he went on, "That's fine. I could meet you at the restaurant-"

"No, it's fine," you blurted before he could suggest anything else. "I'll go with you."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." You couldn't hold back a smile.

Joel smiled back. "Alright, let me just get this boat secured and then we'll go."

"Okay." You took a breath as he exited your personal space. It felt empty without him there, especially in the throes of infatuation. Still, it gave you a second to process what the immediate future would hold as you tried to keep your cool about going to Joel's house.

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[iluvshinytwink]

Let you break my heart again by laufey w/ Jude pls 🤞🙏

Let You Break My Heart Again - Jude Bellingham

"Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course, I'll let you break my heart again."

a/n: from the lyrics and everything i think u alr know what's gonna go down (tots not because i just don't know how to write a synopsis.)

also it took me so long to decide which lyric to pick 😧

Now Playing . . . Let You Break My Heart Again by Laufey

His eyes were the color of coffee. Soft and brood. Bitter yet sweet. Aromatic and bright. Something that you can't help but crave for.

His words were like a pie. Sweet and loving. Creamy and smooth.

Addictive.

That was one of the many words you could use to describe Jude.

Bitter like coffee and sweet like the pie you always ate for breakfast. That was Jude.

Developing feelings for Jude was something you should've tried to stop a long time ago.

You should've known that you liked him from the very beginning. The way your heart would skip a beat the moment he called your name. The way you felt like the entire world had frozen every time his eyes met yours.

Yet you didn't. The feelings continued to bloom badly. Your feelings grew into a rose with a thousand thorns which wrapped your body. You couldn't escape.

The many times where you wanted to look away from Jude, to prevent your heart from aching never came.

It was like he had you in his fingertips and he didn't even notice.

The many times you tried to stop the blush that kept creeping into your cheeks every time he held your hand in a friendly manner.

But that was sadly all you would ever be to Jude. A friend.

It was a cold winter night. The dark blue sky was powdered with stars. You were sat at a bench, staring at the blue abyss above you mindlessly.

"Are you cold?" a familiar voice joked. You looked beside you and saw your friend, Jude standing before you with his hands dug deep in his pockets. "I didn't know it would be this cold." you said softly.

You heard a scruffle in Jude's jacket. You looked back at him and his hand was out for you to take.

"It's warm, I promise." Jude said with a soft smile.

Your mouth gaped open as you tried to find the exact words to say. You could feel your entire face being hot as the snow came dripping down the sky.

Without a choice, you took Jude's hand.

It was indeed warm. Soft and warm. Lovely and comforting.

You wanted to hold onto it for the rest of time. May the weather be hot or cold, you didn't want to let go.

If you were to let go, your feelings would never go. You would think of this moment for the rest of your life, reliving it time and time again and realize that moment would never happen again.

Jude continued walking and without thinking straight, your hand clenches on his harshly.

Jude stops. He looks behind him and to his arm. Your hand tensed into his.

"Are you okay?" Jude asked softly. The realization hit you and your hand had stopped tensing. "Is it that cold?" Jude joked, going closer to you.

You stood there, frozen. Like the harsh weather had finally dawned on you.

But that wasn't it. What had dawned on you was the realization that you had fallen for Jude.

And the most painful thing about that realization was, you knew he would never like you back.

"Let's get you home, okay?" Jude whispered worriedly, tugging on your arm softly.

The night was a blur. You remember the silent yet comforting walk you had on the way home. His hand grew warmer by the minute and you remembered adoring every single second of it.

As the two of you approached your house, you found yourself wishing it would never end.

You wished, deep inside, the walk would go on and on. Who cares where you would end up in?

You woke up, covered in blankets which was Jude's doing.

As your eyes opened slowly, a feeling of sadness washed over you. The warmth of the blankets would never match to Jude's warmth.

You got up and headed to your kitchen.

As you approached the counter, you could see two indistinctive objects.

Pie and coffee and in the middle was a small note.

You felt tears well your eyes, though you weren't entirely sure why.

Some day, one day; I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.

this is kinda half assed ill by honest but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy it :)!!!

also ill post again tomorrow so dont worry!!

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[yellowkitkieran]

Christening (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: NSFW! Kieran insists on breaking in the new house in Spain.

The thing about Kieran is, he is a surprisingly territorial man. 

When you met him, on your first date you'd gotten the impression he was a soft, shy sweetheart of a man that couldn't hurt a fly. You liked that about him, drawn to the fact that he didn't fit into the traditional footballer stereotype. He wasn't a partier, wasn't pictured with a new woman every week, and kept his nose clean. 

Your second date was attending one of his matches, when you discovered what a passionate hot head he could be in the right circumstances. Calling out the ref for a bad foul, stepping in to defend his teammates and advocating on their behalf, and in the same breath nearly ripping a striker to pieces for flinging insults. 

But a month into your relationship, you discovered the true Kieran, on a night out with your friends when another man tried to put his hands on you. Kieran hadn't hesitated to put his tongue down your throat and prove exactly who you belonged to. 

And quite frankly, he hasn't stopped since. 

When he played for Arsenal, Kieran made it unfailingly clear that you were his. Rarely a day went by that he didn't find some surface to bend you over- one of his favorites being the bench in the center of the Arsenal dressing room, when no one was around to see but anyone could walk in and interrupt him claiming you. 

Now, in Spain? Clean slate. New people for you to meet. New places to enjoy and discover. And as you're already well aware, Kieran intends to find his favorites sooner rather than later. 

"Look darling, I'm only saying that it doesn't feel like home." Kieran tosses his boots in the foyer, and you're of the mind that this does feel like home, what with the bits of dirt now marring the white tile in the same fashion as it had in your London flat. "It's just… it feels cold, like we've got no connection with it. It's too big!"

"Hearing you say that is a first." You hide your snicker behind your hand, smiling as you shut the door with your hip. Kieran rolls his eyes, that playful spark you fell in love with dancing in them. 

"And you'll never hear me say it again. Like I was saying- it just doesn't feel like us? It was nice of Sociedad to provide it, I cannae discount them for that but it just isn't right."

You set your grocery bags down and move his boots to the boot tray where they belong, attempting to corral the mess before it gets out of hand. Kieran pats your bum in a silent apology as he passes, on his way to the kitchen to put away the frozens you bought to fill the freezer.  

"Give yourself a chance to adjust," you insist as you have ten times already this week. "We've only just got here. It doesn't feel right because it's not London. It's not forever, it's just for now but we do have to learn to live with it… and besides, we have to make a few memories of our own before-" 

You realize your slip up when Kieran's eyes lock on you. You know that look- its his 'I may actually fuck the living daylight out of you if you continue that sentence' look. His pink lips purse ever so slightly, as if anticipating a kiss. His head tips, drinking you in you without restraint. 

You shouldn't let him, you really shouldn't because you've got to cook dinner and finish unpacking your clothes and a million other things you've been putting off since your arrival. 

But… 

But.

You shift on your feet, calculating your next words carefully. This could go so many ways, though there's only one thing you want… 

"We just have to make some memories of our own before it feels like ours," you continue, "you know, something… unforgettable. Something we think about every single time we come home."

Flames lick down your spine when Kieran's eyes glaze over. They drift down your chest, past your midriff exposed by your crop top, and darken when he notes the way your pleated skirt has hiked up on the walk inside, leaving your legs exposed. 

Oh, you were in for trouble. And you'd welcome it with open arms. 

"Kitchen or dining room first?" 

It amazes you how quickly Kieran can turn you into a puddle- and not just metaphorically. His buttery accent with his soft r's and rolling tongue have your thighs slick in seconds when paired with the testosterone dripping off the words.

How could you ever say no, when a simple sound has you starved for him?

"Kitchen."

The choice has barely left your mouth before Kieran's strong arms wrap around your middle and he tosses you over his shoulder, fully at his mercy already. You're powerless to resist when he sets you rather unceremoniously on the marble counter, grinning when the sudden cold against your legs makes you squeal. 

"Kieran-"

"Yes?" He's already attached to your neck, aware you're powerless to resist him the second he sucks a mark onto the delicate skin. Your mind fills with clouds when he leaves another on the opposite side, twin to the first. He licks over that one, then blows cool air over it to raise goosebumps on your skin. 

"We… we…"

"Should fuck? Yeah I know darling." Kieran's hand is already lifting the hem of your skirt, the callouses on his palms scraping your outer thigh. You don't have it in you to resist, nor do you want to. All you can think about are those sweet, nimble fingers curled inside you, stroking that spot that has his name dancing on your tongue-

Quicker than you can process, Kieran reads your mind and acts. Two of his fingers push inside you, coated with his spit, sliding in easily with how wet you already are. God, so full, he's already so much and he's barely started. 

"We have to christen every room," Kieran murmurs in your ear. "We've done the bedroom and the bathroom so far but those are boring, don't you think?" His fingers start to move, pumping slowly whilst you whimper. "Can't have my darling getting bored. Have to keep you satisfied, or else I'm not treating you how you deserve, am I?" 

In truth you barely register a word Kieran says. You're too focused on the drag of his fingers on your walls, on not coming embarrassingly soon. His voice is what has you on edge, the husk that's come over it in the moment. He's unlocked that primal side of him that usually was reserved for match days. But when he turns that side on for you? Without fail you know you're in for the best sex of your life. 

"Garden next," you half moan, meeting his dark eyes with your half lidded ones. You're drunk on him, on his fingers stretching you out. All of this is only foreplay, you have to remind yourself. Because there's more coming, much more. 

"Oh, we can certainly have some fun in the garden, darling. You wanna make sure the neighbors know my name yeah?" Kieran chuckles when your head bobbles on your shoulders, like you can't nod fast enough. "Aw don't worry doll, we'll get there after this. You look hungry though… should I feed you?"

You moan in response to his question, unable to do much more. Your hips buck involuntarily when Kieran withdraws his fingers, licking them clean while he steps back to make room for you to kneel in front of him. Kieran steadies himself with a hand on the edge of the counter when you yank down his trousers. His significant, proud length strains against his boxers. You flick your tongue over the wet patch of fabric near the tip, delighting when his cock twitches under your tongue. 

You don't wait another second to pull him free. Kieran is heavy in your hand. One of his hands fists in your hair and he pushes, pushes, pushes until you're forced to open your mouth and take him. Kieran moans the second he feels your tongue glide over him, guttural and raw. 

"Fuck me darling that mouth is fucking perfect. Keep working your tongue- good giiiirl. So good for me." The praise has your thighs squeezing shut, your hands tucked between them. You know better than to try and help yourself when Kieran is in one of these moods; doing so may mean he fucks your mouth, gets his release and then leaves you on your own as punishment for doing his work for him. And right now, that is the absolute last thing you want. 

Some combination of spit and come drips down your chin as you bob your head. You don't bother to wipe it off. Kieran likes it messy and you are more than happy to oblige, especially when he's rutting his hips like this. He hits the back of your throat again and again, forcing you to relax and take it. The slight pain that accompanies it only heightens your expectations for when he's finally inside you, stretching you out until you're begging for him to move. 

Moans and grunts echo in the room, both Kieran's unfiltered ones and yours muffled by his cock. You gasp for air when he pulls you off him, looking up through your lashes to find him utterly feral for you. A bead of sweat drips down his abdomen, right down the center of his abs. You want to lick it off, so you do. His stomach ripples under your tongue, betraying him to reveal how much he enjoys that surprise. 

"Up," Kieran orders, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. Your cheek brushes the marble countertop when he bends you over it, the contact light but the chill felt through your entire body. A hiss escapes through your clenched teeth. Kieran only laughs. He grabs both your hands and holds them tight behind your back, "don't act like you don't like it. I know you do, you can't lie to me." 

When you open your mouth to reply with a snappy retort, a moan comes out instead. The head of Kieran's cock pushes into you and all hope of coherent thought is lost. Everything is him, the feeling of it, the tingling stretch as he fills you to the brim. 

Once Kieran's hips are flush with your bum, he sits there. Waiting. Teasing you, like the tease he is. It isn't until you start squirming and trying to fuck yourself back onto him that his breath comes hot on your ear, "always so eager. For someone so innocent, you sure are hungry."

"Well maybe if you'd fucked me more since we got here-"

You cry out when Kieran's hips snap forward, feeling like he's split you in two. Your vision blackens around the edges and your heart stutters in your chest. You lose your train of thought, narrowed in on his movements as he draws out only to slam into you again. 

"You were saying, doll?" 

"I… I- fuck Kieran, don't fucking tease!" You whine when he pulls out fully, leaving you empty. You're desperate and needy but you don't care; all you care about is having him inside you. 

When Kieran enters you again, this time he's punishing with it. Your hips bump the counter with each thrust, and you're positive you'll have bruises in the morning. When his hand circles your throat and forces you up and back against his bare chest- where did his shirt go? Lost somewhere in the haze- your pussy clenches around him and Kieran grunts in pure satisfaction. 

"I swear, I could fuck you twice a day and it still wouldn't be enough. You're just that greedy of a slut, aren't you? Never can get enough of this cock." You can hear the smile in Kieran's voice and it only turns you on more. You love it when he's confident like this, empowered by your helpless mewels as he continues to fuck you senseless. 

A searing heat fills your chest when Kieran's hand comes around to drift down your torso, anticipating his next move. Your breathing quickens, chest growing tight until his finger finally meets your clit. You moan when he brushes over it, nearly panting when his impossibly deeper voice sounds near your ear, "are you close darling?"

"Y-yes- yes! Yes Kieran I'm close, but I want you to come in me first-" 

"Of course I will darling, I can't leave you empty can I? And besides, this is a christening… you know that means I'm filling you in every. Single. Room."

Kierans finger rubs circles over the sensitive bud as pleasure builds in your gut. You hold on, dangling impossibly close to the edge but determined to hold on for him. Your core throbs with each snap of his hips, so close you swear you can taste it. 

Finally, Kieran cries out and you feel him coat your insides. He continues fucking you through it, until you feel him dripping out to coat your thighs. It's then that you can't hold it any more, your limbs going white hot and ice cold at the same as you finally find your release. 

Sweaty and panting, Kieran remains inside of you while he kisses down your spine. His thumb traces shapes on your hip while you come back down to earth, smiling over your shoulder when you can see clearly.

"Hi darling," Kieran murmurs, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. "Good start to our weekend, I think."

"I think our ice cream has melted," you sigh, nodding to the tub left on the counter. Kieran laughs and wraps you in his warmth, his arms around your middle. 

"I love you enough that I'll go out and buy you some more tonight." 

"After another round though, yeah?"

"That's a given."

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[lilacarclady]

A snippet from my Taiju Shiba fanfic 🤍

Find it on Ao3/Wattpad: @lilacarclady

Being a woman, was the most wonderful thing to ever happen for me. I love every single thing about myself and my body. And as selfish as that would sound, I found us the most elegant and creative human kind to exist. But aside from all these sweet qualitative sides about being a woman, I found being one could always give you a ready to-go excuse at hand whenever you needed it. So today, in the morning when Yuzuha's alarm sounded off and she woke up, I gave her that excuse. Even though it wasn't true and it was all there is, an excuse.

I told Yuzuha that I got my period this morning, and the cramps were so bad that I couldn't even get up. So she understood. And told me to stay laid down and rested. And so I did. I also told her that I found my phone last night, somewhere in their house, and maybe Hakkai had found it at Mitsuya's place and brought it here.

Which it clearly sounded like a really dumb made up story but she didn't say anything. But promised me to call and check on me later today.

I didn't even bother to lift the covers off my face to look at her, because I wasn't sure what my face looked like and if his fingers had left marks on me from last night.

As the events of last night came forming back in my mind, I found it very strange that I even managed to sleep at all. But I did. From the second I came back to Yuzuha's room, I remember the hot tears on my face and the foggy feeling that crept into my head, dizzying me, and without realizing it I fell instantly asleep. And thinking about how strange that was, I realized my body was going through something internally. I just didn't know what it was.

Now finally in the bathroom, it was around ten and I just got up and out of Yuzuha's room. The house felt quiet. So I thought either it was empty or he was still sleeping in his room.

I ran my hand through my bangs to push my hair back and leaned closer to the mirror. And sure enough, they were there.

Round, small patches of redness and small cuts were dotted on both of my cheeks. Three maybe on the left cheek and one on the right, where his fingers were pressed. Again, his mark was on me, and again, I felt shamefully stained. Like somehow those marks were not only a reminder of his hands on me, but also a reminder of my own cowardice and lack of awareness. Because I walked, with my own feet, into his room. And I was the one who kept pressing on what I knew will only stress him more. It was all my fault.

I turned the faucet and splashed my face with cold water, hoping it'll help with easing the redness of those patches away. And if they didn't go, I might just do the same thing Yuzuha did to my arm with concealer until they disappear.

After finishing in the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I walked back to Yuzuha's room, my feet pacing the floor as quietly as they could, and put my toiletry bag into my backpack and headed downstairs. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I was too hungry for that. And it was raining heavily again outside to go walking home now, so I decided on finding something to eat.

Downstairs, the air felt cold and dry as usual. And I rubbed my hands over my bare arms as I walked into the kitchen. The backyard door was surprisingly closed shut and everything was misplaced and messy.

My eyes moved from the pizza box on the counter since last night, when he was eating from it, to the piled dishes in the sink. I sighed to myself and opened the fridge. I promised myself not to make judges about Yuzuha's life. But now after knowing what I know, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them.

The thought of not expecting anything to eat in there evaporated quickly and my eyebrows lifted when I saw the fully stocked fridge in front of me. There were fruits, drinks, snacks, milk, eggs, ham, cheese and two jars of peanut and jam next to one another. The confusion couldn't help but sink in deeper in me, because this was not normal! But maybe it's because Taiju was here, I thought.

I grabbed the peanut butter jar and went to take a spoon out of the drawer. I felt a moral tug in me like I shouldn't eat anything more than that. Because it was for them, and because it was one of the rarest sights to ever see in this house.

I then took a seat at the kitchen table and took my phone out of my sweatpants pocket, finally checking what I missed in the past few days. There were texts and social media notifications, a few missed calls and an email. I tapped it open and saw that it was an invitation that was sent by one of the girls in our class, inviting me to a halloween party she'll be having at her place on Halloween Day. And my face wrinkled at the screen. A party was the last thing I needed at the moment, considering how the last party I went to ended.

As I was scrolling through my phone and my tongue working around the slippery peanut butter on the spoon, I heard a shuffling noise descending the stairs in heavy paces. And I froze, the spoon still in my mouth. Then seconds later, his inked and bulky figure appeared in the kitchen and headed straight towards a cabinet a few feet away from me. Without even glancing at where I was sitting still on the chair.

Taiju was shirtless, only in a pair of shorts and the chain around his neck. I watched as he opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of Advil, popping two pills into his mouth and swallowing them dry. And that answered the questions in my head that he was indeed drunk last night, and today he was hungover.

I pulled the spoon slowly out of my mouth and with it came the wet, sucking sound of something slipping. My cheeks grew hot instantly. And Taiju, at that movement, turned his head and glanced at me sideways, annoyed, then turned back. But then he lifted his head, glanced back at me one more time and said, "What the hell?" Surprised and probably only now realizing it was me at the table. I noticed how hoarse his morning voice sounded. I placed the spoon back in the jar silently.

"Jesus, didn't I tell you not to keep on wearing her clothes?" He was looking at Yuzuha's t-shirt and sweatpants that I was wearing. And I frowned at this because he obviously saw me wearing them last night. But then I remembered he was drunk and probably couldn't remember anything of what happened. Not my clothes, not us talking, and for sure not him hurting me. I averted my gaze away and shrugged.

I heard him sighing and then walking to the fridge, opening it. And as he did, my eyes scanned his bare and muscled back. The black and big cross that was covering his entire back made it hard to focus on anything else. So my eyes kept staring, my mouth opened slightly. He looked good, too good. And that idea hurt in my head because I didn't want to see him in that way. I took a breath.

"Like what you see?" He said as he bent to grab a banana and closed the fridge's door. I shook my head and turned my gaze down at my peanut.

"It's a nice tattoo." I murmured, my voice weak.

"Sure it is." He said. I could hear the smirk in his voice as he walked towards the coffee maker.

When he was pouring a cup of coffee for himself, I took another spoonful of peanut in my mouth. My eyes focusing at the black screen of my phone on the table. Then I heard the chair across from me scraping on the floor and Taiju sitting. His banana and black coffee with him.

He bent forward, the cross around his neck dangling as he took a sip then gulped it bitterly. "That's all you're having for breakfast?" He said. I nodded.

"There's food, you know!" He added.

I nodded again. "I know, I don't feel like eating." I said then glanced at what he was having and he seemed to read my thoughts exactly.

He also nodded. "Too hungover to eat." He said.

I slouched my shoulders and took my phone, feeling how awkward this was getting, I wanted it to distract me.

In the edge of my eyes sight I saw that he leaned back in his chair, one hand around his coffee cup and the other was tapping lightly on the table. And his face, I wasn't sure where his eyes were, but I felt them on me.

As I was scrolling through my phone again, I absentmindedly pushed my hair back and away from my face, and that was when I heard the tapping of his fingers stopping.

He leaned in on the table. "Look up." He said, his tone flat but demanding. And I hesitated for a second before locking my phone and slowly lifting my face at him.

His eyes roamed my face, more precisely, both of my cheeks. Then he leaned back in his chair again and exhaled a heavy breath.

"What happened last night?" He said and I shrugged again, clearly unable to find my voice.

"Talk."

"Nothing." I whispered, then I saw how impatient he looked, I added. "We talked."

Taiju nodded, clearly racking his brain for memories about last night. His eyes kept staring at me still as he did and I felt myself shrinking in my chair. Like any minute now, my body will keep on shrinking under his pressing gaze until I become the size of the pills he just took.

Another sigh escaped his chest then he took a gulp from his coffee. "Why aren't you at school?" He said, putting his cup down.

I wanted to shrug again but stopped myself, so I just shook my head. "Wasn't feeling well." I said. Taiju nodded.

Few minutes passed, or maybe seconds that felt like minutes, between us sitting in silence before I decided to stand up. I put my phone back on the table and headed towards the fridge to put back the peanut butter. Then I turned towards the sink to wash my spoon, feeling it would be rude if I just left it there. Even if the sink was already piled with dishes.

But then I looked at the dishes in the sink again and at the dishwasher next to it. Opening it and turning the water on, my hands started rinsing the plates and putting them into the washer. Since I was here anyway and had nothing to do, I might as well clean them, I thought.

"What are you doing?" His voice came from behind me when I started rinsing a cup.

I shrugged. "They're dirty."

"So..."

"I'm helping Yuzuha a little." I said as I bent to put the cup in the washer. Taiju fell silent for a few seconds, and what I was guessing, he was eating his banana and watching me. But I didn't mind that. As long as my eyes weren't looking into his eyes, I was okay.

After finishing the whole sink and turning on the dishwasher, I heard his chair making a soft noise. Not giving me a chance to turn on my own, he came behind me and his hands found my waist, turning me urgently to face him. A light breath got knocked out of my chest at that movement and I froze. 

"You didn't have to do that." He murmured, his face looked annoyed and I was aware of his hands still on my waist.

I shook my head slowly. "It's nothing."

Taiju's eyes lingered on my cheeks again, then his right hand lifted towards my face and I flinched against my will at that move. My heart jumped.

"Don't do that." He said. His fingers found my cheeks and I felt them wrapping around my face under my ear while his thumb started caressing my cheek, where his fingers were pressing forcefully at last night.

"They don't hurt, do they?"

I shook my head again, unable to speak because of the closeness he started getting. Again. And my body going into that panicked and alerted state. Again.

For a second, because of the way he was looking down at me, I thought he was going to kiss me. And I felt my cheeks flushing red at that thought. Then I felt my body splitting again, into two sides. Two forces were tugging at me. Like a civil war had erupted inside me. Fighting for dominance and control. My mind's army were yelling, blasting those sirens as high as they could, telling me to push him away and escape. Leave this house at once. While my body's army were surrendering, to him, and parting my lips ever slightly. Getting ready to receive the feeling of his mouth on me that never came. Because he didn't kiss me, and instead, his head titled sideways and he buried it into my neck. I shivered.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, so hoarsely and so low, that if he wasn't this close to my ear I wouldn't have heard it.

"Taiju..."

He nodded, not talking as I felt his hot breath now against me neck. And I uncontrollably crooked my neck sideways at that feeling, like hugging his face more into me.

"You can't keep doing this!" I breathed out. His hands left my waist and were now making their way around me, towards my back, his big palms started doing circular motions.

"Doing what?" He said. But just when I was about to talk, his hands traveled down, all the way to my ass and lifted me up forcefully.

I gasped, and scared from falling, wrapped my arms around his neck. Clutching to him like a life float, but instead of it saving me, I felt like that life float was only drowning me deeper.

Taiju turned and walked towards the kitchen counter, lifting my body up that I felt his fingers digging into my thighs as he placed me over the counter. Opening my legs apart and positioning himself between my thighs. "You were saying?" He said.

I blinked, once, twice, taking a few seconds to process what he just did. My arms were still around his neck, feeling tingly from brushing against the ends of his hair. I quickly pulled them down and shook my head.

"This's what I mean, Taiju." I said, my voice barely audible.

"This's not okay?" His lips were smirking now, slyly, and his eyes were the shade of butterscotch under the kitchen's morning light.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Hm.." His hands left my sides and made their way to my back again, but this time they found their way under the fabric of my t-shirt. And just when his hands touched the skin on my back, my body instantly arched forward, fighting the cold touch of his fingers on me. He chuckled, his breath landed on my face and I realized I'd gotten too close to him.

"How about this?" He said, now roaming my whole bare back freely. And I felt a big loss had happened inside me, because the winner of that civil war was definitely my body. So I wrapped my arms around his neck again, and this time, I was the one who buried my face into his neck.

"Good girl..." His voice sent a fuzzy, tingling feeling, that erupted from down my stomach to my whole body. And I felt like I wanted him closer now, more, closer between my thighs.

"Taiju..." I whispered again, feeling his warm skin now printing against my cheek. The cheek that carried the marks of his hand on me, and I felt like a traitor. Because I was clearly betraying my own self. But at that moment, I didn't care. I pressed my lips against his now slightly sweaty skin, kissing him under his ear.

I heard him drawing a deep breath then pulling me more into him, opening my thighs further apart and pushing his wide hips towards me. I was barely sitting on the edge now.

"Is this okay?" He whispered. I nodded once more into him, my lips wanting to kiss him again, but at the same time I started hearing a very familiar tone. And it took me a second to realize it was my phone ringing. I lifted my face up.

"Leave it." He said, his voice clear and stern now. I looked at my phone ringing at the table behind him.

"I have to see who it is!" I said.

"Later.."

"Taiju, it could be my Nana..." I started closing my legs so he could get back. But he was like a stone pole inserted there.

"I said not now!" He snapped. And I could tell he was growing irritated once more. A selfish part of me wanted to ignore my phone, because I didn't want to stop whatever was happening between us and didn't want his grumpy mood to come again.

But then I thought about my Nana and shook my head at Taiju, who groaned roughly and turned towards the table. Leaving me sitting on the counter as he fetched my phone and looked at the screen. Then he came back to where he was, exactly back between my thighs, and slid the phone to answer, pressing at the speaker.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen, trying to see who it was before talking, but Yuzuha's voice came quickly. "Emi, baby, how are you feeling?"

"Yuzuha!" I shook my head panically, "hey, I'm okay." I said.

Taiju's eyes were dead focused on me as he held my phone next to my face. His other hand was under my t-shirt, this time on my bare stomach and slowly inching their way towards my bra. I held my breath.

"Are you really?" Her voice started rushing, and I imagined her walking the school hallway now and heading to her locker. "How is the period cramps? Listen, I left some painkillers on my dresser along with tampons. I hope you found them!" And at that I closed my eyes shut and pressed my lips together so tightly, I was sure they were about to melt shut forever. Taiju's hand stopped under my shirt.

"You there, Emi?"

My eyes still closed, I nodded. My cheeks exploding like a volcano. "Yup." I said.

"Okay, that's good. Don't go out it's still raining awfully outside. I'll see you when I come back. I love you."

"Love you." I murmured and the line went silent. And in that awkward, awful, agonizing silence that fell after her phone call, Taiju put my phone on the counter next to me and drew his hand out of my shirt.

"Look at me." He said.

I slowly unclosed my eyes, my eyelashes fluttering and my eyes looking anywhere but at his. Still embarrassed to my core. Both of Taiju's hands came up to my face, and surprisingly this time, my body didn't do anything. Like him touching me was the most normal thing ever now.

Taiju cupped both of my cheeks. "You okay?" He said, his brows furrowing at me. And I didn't catch if it was an annoyed look or a concerned one. I nodded.

I wanted to tell him that I didn't get my period. That I was perfectly okay and that was just an excuse to skip school and not let Yuzuha see my face. But I couldn't. Because talking about it again still felt embarrassing. 

He brushed my cheeks again, so lightly, it surprised me. Because it was unbelievably strange that those exact hands, that almost broke my jaw last night, were capable of being this gentle.

"You go rest, then." He murmured and his arms went to wrap around my waist, lifting me limply, like I was a small rag doll, and putting me down on the floor again.

I cleared my throat. "It's okay." I said, "I think I'll go change and head home." We were standing in front of each other, looking and feeling just as awkward.

Then Taiju moved to clear his cup and banana peel from the table. "It's still raining." He said.

I turned to take my phone, looking out of the kitchen window. "It's okay, it's only a ten minutes walk." I said. But it wasn't okay. Because I'll obviously be drenched if I went in that rain now.

He went to put his cup in the sink. "Still, it won't be safe for you." He said then turned to me, his eyes unreadable. "You could stay."

I shook my head, not wanting to read more into that invitation of his. "I can't, Taiju." I said and locked my eyes with his. "I can't be here when Yuzuha comes back." Then I pointed my index finger towards my cheek.

He stared at me for a second before running a hand through his hair and looking away from me. "Okay, give me a minute to get dressed and I'll give you a ride." And with that he walked out of the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, I was standing back in the kitchen, dressed in my school uniform from yesterday and my backpack hung over one shoulder. I managed to shove everything there along with my textbooks hurriedly because I didn't want to take too long. But Taiju was still in his room, and as I was waiting I took my phone out and texted Yuzuha, telling her that I was heading home and thanking her.

After pressing send on my text, I heard his heavy boots making their way towards the kitchen and I tugged sharply at my bag, readying myself. Like a soldier standing straightly still when his commander came by.

Taiju then entered the kitchen and the first thing I looked at was the long, too familiar, red coat of his. His hair was now more neatly styled and brushed.

"You ready?" He asked. I nodded and his eyes went down to my legs. "Won't you get cold in this?" He nodded towards my short skirt. I shook my head.

"It's getting cold out there, and it'll be freezing on my bike!" He cocked a brow at me.

I shrugged and pointed with my chin towards his bare chest under the coat. "Won't you?"

And he chuckled as he walked closer to me. "Try controlling that smarting tongue of yours." He said then opened the backyard door. I followed after him, my lips tugging in a hidden smile as I breathed in the familiar cologne of him after passing me.

Outside, I noticed that the rain had stopped. And there was nothing left but the rainless thick clouds in the sky and the muddy pools in the yard. Taiju walked towards what looked like a motorbike under a thick cover of plastic dotted with raindrops. And with one strong pull, it flew to the side, splashing those raindrops with it, and revealing his big black bike underneath it. I gulped as I walked slowly towards him. Careful not to step over any muddy patch.

"Wait here." He murmured as he left me by the bike and went inside the house again.

Looking around me, I realized this is the first time in a long time that I see this yard. It wasn't like the typical backyard of a house. Because for a starter it wasn't grassy or bushy, but muddy and I imagined it would look like a deserted space of dust when not wet like this.

I noticed how wherever I looked, I found one or two items or a part of a bike. Just thrown there and forgotten about. Tires of all sizes and wires were also put in one corner, now covered with rain and mud.

Then I noticed a tree, a big tree that it looked like it was wronged for being here. Because it didn't fit with everything around it. And I felt an urge to walk to it, but before responding to that urge, the kitchen door opened again and Taiju came back. His eyes studying me and holding what I recognized as a helmet in his hands.

"Put this on." He said when he reached me.

I took the shiny and silky black helmet from him and stared momentarily at the letters that were engraved on it. They were 'BD - TS' in a white font and I knew it meant the words 'Black Dragon' and 'Taiju Shiba'.

"Ready?" He said. I nodded and slipped it over my hair. And instantly, I was greeted with the smell of his cologne again inside of it. Then I felt my heart doing a little flutter at that feeling. The coziness of the helmet and his smell made me feel like my head was being held, hugged, between his arms. Like I was being held into his chest.

"Hop on." He said. I nodded and swung my leg over the big bike. My bare legs felt cold against the metal sides of it.

"Okay." He said, "hold on tightly." And I nodded again even though he couldn't see me. Then I snaked my arms around his torso, hesitantly. Taiju took my arms and pulled them further, making my body lean in and press over his back.

"I said tightly." He said and then locked my hands around him. The leather of his gloves sliding over my skin. So I held him, as tightly as I could. And as he turned his bike on and it roared to life, I felt like I didn't want to ever let go of him. Ready to go wherever he wanted to take me...

#taiju shiba #taiju #tokrev taiju #taiju fluff #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba smut #taiju fanfic #taiju shiba fanfic #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfic #taiju shiba fanfiction #abusive #taiju shiba tokyo rev #wattpad #ao3 stuff #ao3 fanfic #christmas showdown arc

[omnidemidisaster]

Kevin x Radford fluff

Artist for Kevin - @ViviSpooky ( Twitter )

More fics cause they need it lmao. Anywyas. Sorry but if I start reusing kevin/radford/anyone pics its probably because I have little to none. There's a slightly steamy scene but nothing really sexual happens.

"After hours"

Kevin mumbled angerly to himself while taking keys off his pocket loop. He looked through each key, trying to find that one specific key that led open his front door.

Normally it would be nearly impossible to screw it up, but honestly the lack of sleep was getting to him. He found the key and tried to open the door without straight up passing out on the floor.

Suddenly the door opened, but not from his key. He looked up at the figure standing in the doorway.

"Hey Kev!"

How Radford was still up was beyond Kevin, but nonetheless it did help him not drop at the door step.

"Hey Radford" Kevin mumbled, sleepily. Kevin stumbled in the house and immediately sat down at their couch. Radford laughed a little at him, closing the door and sitting right next to Kevin.

"Tough day?" Radford asked, placing his hand on Kevin's and softly caressed it. Kevin simply nodded. "But hey, think of it like this. Its all over and you can stay home now!"

Kevin smiled softly. Radford's constant optimism was the second thing that kept Kevin moving, and honestly he was grateful for it.

Kevin leaned on Radford, Radford still softly caressing his hand. "So glad I'm finally home" He mumbled. Radford giggled and pressed his cheek against Kevin's, warming up Kevin's cold face with his own warm face.

They sat like that for a little while. Just sitting on the couch, hand in hand and cuddled up by each other. It was moments like these that made it all worth it to the boys.

"So, want me to make dinner?" Radford ask, breaking the ice. "You didn't eat yet?" Radford shook his head. "I wasn't hungry and I wanted to eat with you when you came home"

It was their common tradition. Whenever the other got home, usually Kevin, the other will wait till they got home so they could eat late together.

It sounded stupid and they weren't holding each other away from food so really they could eat with or without each other, but they loved eating together before they slept.

"Yea, sure. What was your plan?" Kevin asked. "I just planned to reheat the spaghetti from last night. Unless, of course, you want something else"

"Pasta sounds nice" Kevin mumbled. Radford nodded and stood up. "Well, you go get yourself comfortable and I'll reheat it, okay?" Radford said, petting Kevin's head and messing it up.

"Mkay"

Kevin walked over to their bedroom while Radford walked over by the fridge.

Taking out a large bowl with left over pasta, two plates and two cans of soda. He opened up the bowl and put it in the microwave for a few minutes. As soon as he heard the microwave humming, he sat back down and played on his phone.

Meanwhile Kevin plopped on the bed, at this point in his pajamas instead of his work attire. The second he laid on the bed, he nearly fell asleep on the spot. He did not realize that a bed could feel so comfortable.

Kevin laid on his side and looked at the room around him. The aura, the relaxing sensation, the overall feeling of home. All of it made Kevin smile.

After a while, Kevin got back up and walked to the kitchen. He saw Radford standing at the counter, putting the now hot pasta onto one of the plates. His back was turned so Radford didn't see Kevin walked quietly up behind him.

Kevin wrapped his arms around him and put his hand up Radfords shirt. Radford let out a squeak at the feeling of very cold hands going up his shirt.

"Kevin! Your hands are freezing!" Kevin just smiled and kept moving them up. "I know. Figured I can warm them up" Radford laughed a little. "Man get your hands out my shirt. How are you gonna eat with your hands on me?"

"Just put the food on you" If Radford had any drinks, he would of definitely have done a spit take. Yeah, no way he was expecting that. "Honey, I love the smell of food, but I don't really want to walk around smelling like oregano or basil"

Kevin just laughed at his response, kissed the back of his neck, and unwrapped himself from Radford. Kevin set up the table while Radford put the two plates down.

The two boys sat next to each other and started to eat. Well, Radford was eating, Kevin was wolfing it down. "Guess your pretty hungry?" Radford teased. "No duh! I only had one of those paydays to eat" Radford chuckled. "Its funny cause its true"

It was just like that for dinner. Very small small talk, the two going for seconds, and just eating with the company of one another.

By the time they were both full, the container was empty. "Damn Kevin, I think I underestimated how hungry you were haha!"

Kevin looked down in slight shame. "Hey, its fine. I rather you eat cause I know you don't eat much. Besides, I know my cooking is good so you can eat as long as I get some"

Radford moved Kevin's hair to the side and kissed his cheek. Now that made Kevin smile and blush. "Ima start heading to bed and I assume your gonna join me?" Radford asked, staring to put the dirty dishes in the sink and tossing paper napkins away.

"Oh hell yeah"

After cleaning up the kitchen, the two headed to their bedroom. Kevin started to get under the covers while Radford was going to plug their phones in. "So, you working tomorrow?" Radford asked.

"No. I think Rick is covering...that is if he doesn't quit on the spot." Radford laughed, getting into the bed with him.

"Well, that means you can sleep in the morning" Radford said. "I can try to sleep in. Its not easy for me to sleep in"

Radford reached his arm over to turn off a lamp and to put his glasses on the bedside table. Kevin moved closer to Radford and cuddled up into him. Radford smiled and just accepted it. Radford wrapped his arms around Kevin and held him close to his chest.

"You sleepy?" Kevin just nodded. Radford chuckled. He kissed his forehead and nuzzled into his hair. "Night Kev, love you" Radford mumbled. "Love you too"

#fluff #spooky month #spooky month kevin #spooky month radford #kevin x radford #radford x kevin #spooky month kevin x radford #their ship name should be theatre candy

[inkedobsidian]

~ I win - M.R~

summary: Mitch walks in on Y/N training in heels, she proves she can always win

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: sexual tension

word count: 971

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

The room of the gym was empty, or so it seemed, the good part about training really late at night after everyone has left is that the connecting rooms of the gym are always abandoned so you don't need to worry about someone walking in on you training all alone at 11 pm. Usually, Y/N trains at this time and then just goes for a drink afterward but this time she wasn't training alone. As she kept at her combat training Mitch walked through the doors to the sound of Imagine Dragons booming from a room far in the corner of the gym. As he walked to the right corner just across from the changing rooms he stands in the doorway leaning and watching as Y/N goes over and over the same moves again and again being almost perfect every time.

"You know you could do that in flats and you would nail it every time," Mitch announces noticing that she's trying to fight in heels. Y/N whips around shocked by the sudden voice but smiles when she realizes who it is. Mitch smirks at her smile and laughs when he sees the different parts of her hair that have gone frizzy and stuck to her face with sweat.

"Mitch we have been on 6 different missions together, when have I ever worn flats?" Y/N says sarcasm dripping from her chuckle as she finishes the end of her sentence. As she wipes her hair back onto her head her top pulls up with her and Mitch can't help but turn his attention to that little section of her skin that is now exposed.

"Just admit I'm right. Take the heels off, you're still hot when you're (height) don't worry." Mitch says as he pulls off his tank top to reveal his ripped chest and chest hair that covered the middle part of it, as well as the crab ladder leading down to wear his very prominent V-Line is drawing Y/N's attention. Y/N slips off her heels suddenly being 5" smaller. Just to tease Mitch, as he was already looking, Y/N takes off her tank top leaving her in just her sports bra making Mitch more frustrated than he already was looking at her all hot and sweaty because the only thing clouding his mind was him on top of her pinning her down to the floor their bodies pressed together creating a knot inside of his stomach as he pumped inside of her faster and fa-

"Mitch? You ready? You zoned out a bit there love." Y/N smirks knowing exactly why he was zoned out. Mitch just shakes his head and smiles at her putting his hands up to cover his face. Mitch took one swing at Y/N's face and instead of ducking under she grabbed his wrist and twisted it towards her bending him down towards the floor and quickly rotating herself so she's on his back with one arm snaked underneath his throat and another around the arm locking him in a guillotine lock. Y/N presses her chin on Mitch's neck and puts her lips near his ear.

"So, wanna try with me in heels now?" She whispers sending a chill up Mitch's spine and a pulse down a different area. She loosens her grip just a bit knowing Mitch will feel less pressure on his neck. Just as she does that Mitch flips Y/N down and holds her arms above her head. As she stares down Y/N just smirks knowing Mitch like she knows her favorite TV show.

"I could kiss you right now," Mitch whispers knowing no-one can hear him but still being quiet like if she doesn't hear him properly he can play it off. However, Y/N did hear him and she just smiles.

"Go for it." She smirks. Without a second of thought, Mitch lent down, more carefully than Y/N imagined, and pressed his lips against hers. His rough lips against her soft ones collided perfectly as their chemistry together started to react and Mitch slowly let go of Y/N's hands and put one hand on the side of her face and the other on her hip as she buckled her hips slightly up to press against him. The salty taste filled both of their mouths as the sweat from their top lips.

Mitch immediately picks Y/N up and places her on a counter just behind them and she moves her body forward pressing herself as close as she can get to Mitch and she can feel him begin to grow the harder she kisses him. As she fumbles with his sweat pants they drop towards the floor. Just as he leans back Y/N pushes herself up and wraps her legs around Mitch's head and spins around so she's choking him with her legs and she grabs his arm and twists it backward tangling his body like a pretzel.

"I win." Y/N smirks. As she lets him go Mitch stands up smirking with his erection in plain sight as his sweatpants around his ankles.

"Talk about attacking a man with his pants around his ankles." Mitch laughs while pulling his sweat pants back up.

"Well, Cersei Lannister did say tears aren't a woman's only weapon, the best ones between your legs." Y/N chuckles grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long glug. Now the two are just stood in silence both of them still radiating sexual tension. Mitch looks Y/N up and down his erection still prominent. He licks his dry lips to remove some of the sweat and Y/N bites her lip at the sight of Mitch all shirtless and sweaty because of her. As Y/N adjusts her leggings and Mitch does the same to his pulsating erection they both just stare at each other and have the same thought.

"Ah fuck it."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian x reader #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brien x y/n #dylan o'brien x you #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fluff #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #mitch rapp #american assassin #mitch rappxreader #mitch rapp x y/n #mitch rapp x you #mitch rapp fanfiction #mitch rapp fanfic #mitch rapp imagine

[barkspawn]

could you maybe write a oneshot or hc about amelia/the farmer standing up for shane after hearing people talk sh!t about him and his struggles? and he thinks like woah maybe i can tolerate them... maybe. <3

Can you tell who makes me the saltiest? I like this one a lot, though they kind of are already friends.

Amelia stood with Shane, laughing about something silly his blue chickens were trying to do. He had just come back from Zuzu after his episode on the cliff. Something clicked in him then and he cut drinking immediately. 

He wasn’t feeling great, of course, his hands shaking and headaches pulsing constantly. More than anything, it was the constant shift between cold and hot. 

He sometimes thought about saying fuck it and just giving in. But, as his therapist told him, these were intrusive thoughts. He had little affirmations that he told himself each time, which felt stupid at first, but then he realized how it actually worked. Harvey had given him medication that was meant to help with the symptoms of his withdrawal. It seemed to be working well enough, his symptoms being much less severe than they were at first. 

Though all of that aside, Amelia was the most helpful. She was by his side whenever he needed her. She hired him on as a farm hand, though his workload was light, often just helping her out. 

He wasn’t sure he could do it without her. 

Even now, as they stood by the fire in the saloon, sipping their Joja colas, he found himself smiling, which often still surprised him. 

He had this big elaborate plan to ask her out when he stabilized a bit. He still didn’t think he was worth a second glance to someone like her, but, again, his therapist told him he’ll never know unless he asks. 

The thought twisted knots in his stomach in fear of losing her. He watched as she exchanged pleasantries with Emily, noting the way the corners of her lips would rise only slightly if she told a joke, or how her hair, which she loathed, was always a little unkempt. But she wore it perfectly. The faded teal color is darker at the roots and vibrant at the tips. Her hair was riding the thin line between wavy and curly, half tied back in a messy bun, small strands of hair framing her face. 

She had a nervous habit of biting on her lower lip or sometimes picking at her fingernails. 

He could watch her for hours if he allowed himself, but while he was many things, he was not a creep. 

He straightened up a bit as she turned back to him, Emily leaning over the counter, a bright smile playing at her lips, “you guys want the usual? Beer and cider?” 

Amelia frowned, about to speak up, but Shane offered a smile to her and then Emily, who looked curious, “I’m actually not drinking anymore.”

Emily beamed, starting to congratulate him before they heard Abigail scoff, leaning on the counter as she waited for her drink, “right. That’ll last all of ten minutes.”

Amelia clenched her jaw, looking at Shane, who frowned. Amelia turned, giving Abigail a fake smile, “why don’t you keep your incredibly insensitive thoughts to yourself?”

Shane reached out and touched her arm, though she didn’t relent. 

“I’m just saying. Once you start something that bad for you, you just don’t stop,” Abigail shrugged and grabbed her drink before turning toward the arcade area. 

Pissed, Amelia called after her, “what, like shamelessly flirting with Sebastian when he made it clear he’s not into you?” She ignored the shocked stares from everyone, including Abigail, “at least Shane has the self-respect to own his issues instead of projecting–” she was cut off as Shane took her arm and pulled her toward the door. It wasn't rude or malicious, he just wanted to stop her from getting too angry. Once outside, he kept walking and she finally pulled free at the bridge to the beach, “what, are you planning to throw me in or something?”

She was joking, though some frustration bled through her tone. Shane just sighed and gestured for her to follow him. They wound up on the bench beside Willy’s shack. They sat in silence for a long time, watching the reflection of the moon on the water as millions of stars glowed in the sky. It was gorgeous, and honestly, it helped her calm down. 

After a few minutes, Shane spoke, his voice soft, “thank you. For what you did back there.”

She looked him over, scanning his profile before nudging his leg with hers, “for embarrassing someone much younger than me for being rude?”

“No, but that was pretty awesome,” he laughed, looking at her briefly with a crooked smile before leaning back and resting both of his arms along the back of the bench. He sighed, his gaze turned back out to the water, “for standing up for me. You didn't have to do that, but you did.”

She smiled, touching his leg gently, “Shane, I wanted to do that. You mean a lot to me and I'm so proud of you. I'm not going to let some girl whose biggest problem is a boy–” she stopped, giving his knee a gentle squeeze before pulling her hand back, “sorry. She just really got under my skin.”

“Because of me,” he added, not really asking so much as stating. He was looking over at her now, her bottom lip between her teeth. He tapped her shoulder with the hand that rest along the back of the bench, “hey, none of that,” he teased before signing, “my point is that… No one has ever stood up for me like that before.”

She watched his face for a long moment before nestling into his side in a makeshift hug. He laughed and let his arm fall around her, keeping her close for a long moment before easing his arm. He didn't want to force the hug for too long and be awkward… But she didn't move away. Her head rests on his chest, slowly rising and falling with his breath. 

After a long moment, she spoke up, “am I hurting you? Or is this weird? You're just super fucking warm,” she explained. 

“Nah, Oatmeal. Not hurting me. And trust me, I'm okay with this.”

He took a moment and let his words linger for her to take as they were. He liked this: holding her while watching the stars and sea. His hand gently rubbed her back. 

She pulled herself up a little and looked at him with almost apologetic eyes. 

Great, so here comes the ‘i just don't see you like that.’

She looked down though, as if she were embarrassed, “I want to say something but you can't laugh or hold it against me because it is a compliment.”

He blinked, nodding slowly. 

“You used to just smell like beer, which I'm not trying to insult the old you, but the point is that you smell really nice now. Like… Well, obviously is a bit of hay, whatever you use to wash either yourself or your clothes… I… Am dragging this out.”

His cheeks felt warm, and he knew it wasn't from the withdrawal. They both laughed as she covered her face with her hands, “hey, don't hide your face,” he chuckled, his hands moving to pull her hands from her eyes, their hands never quite pulling apart.

“Uh, thank you, for what it's worth,” he sighed loudly as his head fell backward, “you're forcing me to sound creepy now, but I've always loved the way you smell.”

She laughed, giving in and just letting herself fall against his side. His arm took its place around her, the whole situation feeling somehow right. 

“Hey, Shane?” she hummed after a long few minutes. 

“Yeah, Oatmeal?”

She shifted to take his free hand, looking over his palm, “is… This weird? For me to make myself comfortable in your space uninvited?”

He gave a small laugh, cursing the thought that she could hear his heart racing, “for one, I'll never turn you down… Uh, for these things,” he corrected before going on, “and sure, people might talk shit, but if you and I are okay with it, then I couldn't give a fuck about the opinions of those guys.”

They sat in silence for a long time before she pulled back up, looking him over one more time. 

“So.. You're fine if people think we're a thing?” she mumbled. 

He signed and shifted to face her and lean on the back of the bench, “people will think what they want. I understand if what people think would bug you-- I mean look at me,” he gestured to himself, “I'm a fuckin’ mess while you’re,” he gestured to her settling on, “so far out of my league that it’s laughab ---” he jumped as she smacked his chest, looking surprised and rather mad, “damn, what was that for?”

“There is no such thing as leagues. I happen to find you to be more attractive than a lot of people in this town,” she huffed as she plopped back down against him, hand resting on his chest. 

After a long moment, he chuckled, “attractive, huh?” he teased, his smile growing wider.

“Ugghhhhh,” she groaned, rolling her eyes, “oh I'm going to regret telling you that.”

He laughed aloud, a sound she didn't think she'd ever grow tired of. It was another few minutes as they sit there, his hand idly playing with her hair. She spoke up after a long second, pulling back to look at his face, “will you go to that tunnelers game with me?” he spoke, cutting off whatever thought she had been about to share. 

She laughed and nodded, “of course. I want to see you in your element,” she teased, looking over his face for a moment. 

“You do know that Abigail was wrong, right? You can get better and you're already doing an amazing job.”

He didn't know what to say, and it seemed she understood. They sat there for what felt like at the very least an hour, just huddled together and watching the sea. 

She started to doze before she muddled him, humming that they should go home. Despite his place coming up first, he insisted on walking her home. They made it to her door a little after 1 am. Her eyes were heavy as she rubbed them. 

“Will you be alright heading back?” she started, looking up at him. He gave her a small smile before pulling her into a hug goodnight. She hugged him right for a few moments before he pulled back. 

“I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow around 4 at the bus stop, right? For the game?”

She smiled warmly before pressing a small, almost imperceptibly short kiss to his cheek before heading up the stairs to the cabin, pausing at the door, “I'll see you tomorrow at 4 then.”

He gave her a small wave goodbye as she disappeared inside of the cabin. His cheek burned from the peck, not having expected it. 

Yeah, the game tomorrow would be huge. 

#sdv #sdv fanfic #sdv shane #shane sdv #stardew #stardew valley #stardew shane #stardew valley fanfic #shane stardew valley #stardew fanfic #stardew valley shane #oh look a one-shot #barkspawn oneshot

[yourlocalsonia2]

I read this book full of short 'scary' stories, and one caught my attention.

At first when I read the title, I thought it was a meme tbh. The title was something like "They said he moved to Ohio"...that immediately made me lower my already low expectations. BUT, I WAS WRONG

The story starts out with this guy (who I think is in high school) walking to his school. On his way he noticed something strange, THE FUCKING DEVIL HIMSELF WAS ACROSS THE STREET, he sees the red skin, horns, goat feet and legs and his pitchfork. He decides he's going to talk to him, bc he's not like other boys. While walking to the devil, he notices that he looks bored, he's looking at nothing in particular or just his claws. When he starts to talk to the devil,he just ignores him and starts to walk away. But he doesn't back down, he keeps following him and tries to spark a conversation until the devil finally stops and acknowledges him, and asks him to stop using formalities. After he does, the high schooler starts to talk without formal words, like the devil asked, but he kept talking about random stuff. They both start to have an actual conversation after a few minutes and the devil tells the boy "you can ask me three questions" and that surprises the boy "how could i only ask three questions?"he thought. He asks his first question after some thinking(I forgot what it was so I'm guessing), "what is hell like?". The devil responds with a short answer and waits for the boy's second question. The boy ponders and thinks about what he could ask, then he notices, "Is his mouth ON FIRE?!". He then proceeds to ask his second question (I forgot the wording but I know it's something like) "does your mouth hurt?" Or "why is your mouth on fire". This time the devil answers with "it hurts at first and it would burn my tongue, but you get used to it over time" and that confused the boy, he asked some other things and the devil responded with "is that your third question?". After the boy realized his mistake, he immediately responded "NO!", and he wondered about his third question. He looked around and his eyes focused on the pitchfork. His last question was "can I hold the pitchfork", the devil smiled and responded "yes" and handed the boy the pitchfork. At that moment the pitchfork was in the boys hand, a searing hot pain entered from the boy's throat and into his mouth. He gasped and covered his mouth, was it burning his tongue?! He felt another pain but at that time, it was on top of his head, like knifes coming from his skull. He realized that he needed to get rid of the pitchfork, he looked up in desperation to the devil..but..wait, where was he? In his place, there wasn't a goatman with horns and red skin. There was an old man with greying hair and he spoke to the boy in an English accent "sorry I did this to you, in due time you'll find someone else like you to trick". The boy was shocked but he couldn't say anything else, the pain was getting worse. Right before the newly old man turned away he said "like I said, you get used to the burns"

Holy shit, I just kinda rewrote the entire thing. It is currently 2:47 am and how tf did I write all of this, I don't know. The power of fnaf???? the power of horror???

#Out to get you #<- that's the books name btw #writing #writing prompts #??????????? #sonia talks

[cahmansandiegooo]

Maybe some flirty training with a kiss for RC?

I.Love.This Warning : This story contains a bit of sexual content . ___________________________

Time for training ;)

It's been a while since the New Zealand caper . A while since Gray got his memories back . And a while since he joined Team Red . Gray was officially a new member of the team . And everyone were nothing but wonderful to him . He enjoyed hanging out with them all the time . But .... every since he joined the team .... He had a dark desire . A dark desire with ... Carmen . She was the beauty who swept him off his feet as soon as he saw her . That beautiful smile , and her gorgeous gray-blue eyes , He loved her with all his heart and he wanted her . He wanted her so badly . But he can't . "She doesn't like me" he kept thinking . And that was that

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"Come on Gray !" Carmen shouted "I thought you wanted my help with training !"

"Coming ! just can't get this shirt properly !" Gray ran to the basement where Carmen said they were going to train . But when he went there she wasn't there .

"Ha ! Look who's late now" Gray laughed.

As he turned around he saw her walking down the stairs. "You should've expected that you know"

Gray couldn't tear his eyes off her . He never saw her like this . She was in a black sports bra supporting her bust , red sports leggings and tied her hair up into a ponytail . She looked soo...hot . Sooo hot . He wanted to immediately push her into the corner and complete his desire . But no . He kept reminding himself she's not for him . She doesn't like him .

She approached him and noticed the sadness in his eyes . "Are you .... you ok ?"

"Yeah ... yeah yeah of course I'm fine why wouldn't I be ?" he smirked .

"Ok then . Let's see if you are truly OK" she tossed him a flirty smile making him chuckle . He loved this side of her . But he knew that all this banter is just for fun .

He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize Carmen coming towards him ready to throw a punch . But lucky for him he was able to snap out of his thoughts before she broke his bones . Gray dodged every single punch of hers . But he didn't do anything to her ... and Carmen relaxed a bit too much because of this . And without even a second thought Gray wrapped his arms around her arms , stopping them from attacking him .

"You are good" she smirked .

"Well you know ... there are many other things I'm good at "

"Oh ... like what" she leaned forward as she said this giving Gray a boost of confidence .

"Oh you'll just die doing those . I'm sure you can't handle it" He leaned more closer , leaving only a few centimeters between their lips .

She giggled at his comment "Oh yeah ... Try me".

Gray was surprised by this . Did she know what he was talking about ? What if she was just joking ? But no . He couldn’t let his thoughts come in his way . He needs this . And he will get this .

He slowly bent his head , leaning towards her , getting closer every single second and slowly ... his lips met hers . And it was a pleasant and wonderful sensation . Felling her soft lips on his ... it was all just amazing to him . “But it probably isn’t for her” he thought .”I’m surely gonna a get a hell about this right now”.

But just about another thought was about to slide into his brain , he heard a sound coming out of her mouth as his tongue touched her lips . His eyes flew open when he realized that she was enjoying this as much as he is . He loved this . This is exactly what he wanted . Exactly what he’s been waiting for a long time .

His tongue went deep down her throat making her moan ever louder . He pulled at her hair , undoing her ponytail and letting her gorgeous hair flow down her shoulders as their tongues were battling .

Slowly they pulled back with red blush spread all over their cheeks . Gray pulled her back towards him and pressed his lips once again with his hands running all over her body . 

This is gonna be a fun training .

#red crackle #Redcrackle fan #carmenxgray #carmenandgray #redcracel #Crackle #Gray #red #carm #grahamcalloway #carmencalloway #carmensandiego #thxforreadingthis

[jujutsuflavoredpeach]

Choso, Chapter Two.

Pairing Choso x fem!reader Content angst, hurt, choso neighbour, slow burn romance Warnings mentions of domestic violence, metions of pshysical abuse

CHAPTER THREE

Only when your muscles loosened from the tension after a hot shower did you feel it, the pain of abuse. When you looked in the mirror, you perfectly understood why Choso left the way he did. You had not realized what you had shown him without the intention of doing so. So many things were running through your head at that moment, that you didn't even feel anything when you took off your coat.

Some bruises were old, but some were fresh from last night. You dressed up and looked around the apartment for a while. No courtains, no furniture, no appliances. Only a piece of paper with an adress on it. The first thing you did was call your friend to tell him that your stay at the building would be permanent, and the second thing you would do was apologize to Choso for last night. You two had just met, and the way he acted towards you was so wholesome you kept asking yourself, over and over, how could you have been so careless and inattentive towards him.

After getting dressed, you put the piece of paper in the pocket of your jacket and decided to get lost for a little while. Apparently, the address pointed to a pastry shop located in the backstreets of Omotesando. It was quite a walk, and you hadn't slept a wink since you ended the call with Koji. You couldn't get rid of your worries so easily, coupled with the reality that you had stolen a lot from Choso's night. You felt even more guilty, because if he had to leave his house at a time like that to go to work, that meant that it must be quite a demanding job then, and thanks to you he hadn't been able to rest.

Before the thoughts that danced in your mind tired you even more, you had finally reached your destination. It was a lovely street, not too crowded you noticed, as you were trying to match a building, or a business, or whatever it was with the number written on the scrap of paper.

'808. God, I need glasses.'

You finally got it. To be fair, you were looking at a bakery, but they had pastries too. Fair to say it was pretty tucked away, but it pleased your taste. You didn't know what to expect, maybe you looked hungry to Choso last night, and he wasn't wrong because you were famished. That chamomile tea was the last thing that had entered your system since then.

The atmosphere of the bakery was so nice, and the smell of freshly baked goods was something that always made your mouth water. Also, the weather had improved and the place had something that was hard to find in Tokyo; a comfortable outdoor seating area. Your morning was set. You couldn't wait to have a coffee and eat something delicious, you really needed it. Despite the circumstances, you were grateful that Choso had guided you there. If it wasn't for that piece of paper, you would probably still be locked in that apartment not knowing what to do yet.

"¿What can I help you with?" someone from the counter staff asked you as soon as you entered.

"Actually, it's my first time here so ¿What'd you recommend?" you asked with sparkling eyes.

"Our croissants are always baked to perfection, the walnut-honey bread is so soft, perfect for today's weather, and our red bean based pastries are all the rave."

"¡Yah, totally! Give me one of each, and also coffee please, in the biggest cup that you have. ¿Can I add a piece of matcha crepe cake to my order? ¡Oh, and a batch of Nama chocolate! That one is to go."

"If you are eating at our terrace I can save the chocolates for you. ¿Would you like me to help you carry the food?"

"No, it's completely fine. Just tell me how much I owe you." you nodded gratefully.

"Oh, it's nothing." the girl looked at you reassuringly giving a few little quick nods and casually pushed the tray with the bread and pastries towards you, but you remained glued to your spot.

Before you could say anything she continued to speak as she handed you your coffee.

"It's a treat from our baker." she said with a smile plastered on her face.

"I- ¡This is ridiculous! I don't know a baker here." you told her laughingly. "I saw a woman paying just now, I'd be much comfortable doing that."

"¡Enjoy! Once you are finisihed, don't forget to pick up your chocolates on the way out." she nodded politely and soon disappeared, leaving you mouth agape.

Leaving the strange matter behind, you went up to the terrace and finally sat down without waiting a second to bring the hot dark liquid to your lips. Once you tasted the semi-bitter taste of freshly ground beans, you breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as you tried the food you couldn't stop. Everything was heavenly rich, fresh and tasty. You were trapped in a utterly delightful paradise of flavour and texture.

"¿How is everything?"

Bringing a napkin to your lips, you looked up to see Choso with your brows raised in surprise as he took a seat in front of you. He turned the chair around, placing each leg on either side and using the back as an armrest, but he wasn't looking at you, he was looking down at the people on the street while he grazed his lower lip with his thumb.

This is not at all how you'd seen him last night. Unlike his loose and relaxed style, his hair was tied into two high ponytails. He was sporting a tight black t-shirt and a pair of dark, high rise trousers. You were able to appreciate so much more of his build in that way. Round-shouldered, muscle rippled underneath the tight shirt. Biceps and chest strained against the fabric. Short stringy strands of dark hair fell across a light-skinned face. Firm jaw, thin nose, face calm and remote, with that peculiar and attractive mark that made him look so edgy.

"Yeah, it's- I love it, this place and the food. I can't even describe it. Thank you."

As soon as you finished your sentence he turned to lock eyes with you. He kept looking at you dead in the eye as you were giving him the sweetest smile you could muster, and then, you felt the brush of his index finger against your cheek as he got rid of a tear that fell without warning.

"Choso-"

"I made them."

"¿You- are the baker?"

Choso nodded quietly as he grabbed a few napkins from the holder and pressed them against your cheek, signaling for you to dry yourself. He didn't deem himself very gentle when it came to close contact, but couldn't help to stop that tear from falling as if it was your own esence that was escaping you, and it was a little unnerving to him, the way you were trying to keep your feelings bottled up.

"I'm also the owner."

In all honesty, he only wanted to redirect your thoughts. He knew that you were eager to explain yourself to him for something that you weren't even ready to talk about yet. Choso had issues with other people's pain, and he really couldn't handle what you were about to tell him at that moment. He'd only want to break the guy's neck, and he'd much rather see you calm down first, so you could tell him about yourself, rather than apologizing to him for something that was out of your control.

He could've waited last night actually, maybe a half an hour more for you to end your call with the bastard that threw you out on the street in the middle of the night, but he figured you needed your own space. You probably thought it would be a meaningless call with not much to say, but the guy had clearly ended you in those five minutes, maybe eight, that he was there. Choso noticed, because you couldn't show yourself to him in your most vulnerable state.

As a person who didn't enjoy being the center of attention, being on the background has proven to be a great tool for developing insight. Choso wasn't just going through the motions, he was a genuinely caring person. He lived each day trying to be that eldest son his mother would have been proud of, as a way to honor her memory. A strong and kind son who did not give trouble, but worked to be an example. But you didn't know that, that he did have his affairs in order, and in his eyes, you looked like your whole life had been turned to ashes.

"I really appreciate you making me come here. And the fact that you treated me to something you made, it's beautiful. I'm sure you've done this before, but that's not even the point. You did this for me today, without really knowing me. Your mom must be a proud woman, no doubt." this time you smiled from the heart, but that was soon erased when Choso drew a sharp breath at the mention of that word.

"¿Did I say something wrong?" you asked with concern.

Choso averted his gaze and cleared his throat. A slight shade of pink was visible around his mark, but his parted lips and the slight troubled looking frown made you feel differently about his reaction. His arm was resting over the table, and the only visible movement was that of his fingers playing with a piece of napkin, rolling it into a ball. You placed your hand over the mass of nervous fingers and started brushing your fingertips against his skin, making him stop immediately. Choso didn't encircle your hand with his fingers, but rather pressed his palm against the table's wooden surface.

Truth be told, you had made his heart swell.

He owned one of the best bakeries in Tokyo, and he'd gotten many compliments before. He could only dream of getting praise from his own mother, but for someone else to say that she would've been proud of his efforts and persona was something that made him flutter. You'd just done that to him. Truth be told, he'd come a long way to work in the city, having to leave the rest of his brothers behind, so he needed what you had just given to him. Reassurance.

"I'm staying, at the apartment." you blurted out. "I don't have a place to go back to, and I don't have family of my own, so that's that. A brand new start for me I guess."

Choso leaned over the back of the chair to catch your hand in his. A foreign behavior to him, born of an impulse. Something he didn't fully identify with. His energy was strong, determined and overwhelming, but serene at the same time. You didn't protest, and simply let his hand wrap around yours, so small in comparison.

"What happened?"

Despite trying to keep his composure, he couldn't do anything to stop the worry from seeping through his teeth. Taking a deep breath, you turned your head to look down from your spot beside the railing. Your gaze was fixed on the pedestrians. Children, teenagers, young adults walking hand in hand, families.

"Koji and I met at a private event three years ago. I was a waitress, and he worked at his father's company. Very cliché romance story, but it worked for me. Jitters turned infatuation, infatuation turned love, love turned to bliss, and soon enough we became stable. Comfortable around each other. Much to his father's dismay, his son had gotten together with a lower class woman. Koji never listened to him. The more his father talked, the more Koji did to make him see that he was not, and would never become, the same despotic and classist scum he was. He bought an apartment for the two of us, and a few months later he didn't want me working anymore. He wanted me to stay home, but I wasn't used to it. Apart from waitressing I had two other jobs to make ends meet, and I didn't know any other life that wasn't running around from A to B. When he said that we should start thinking about having a family, I-"

Choso squeezed your hand in reassurance, studying your face. It was puffy and swollen with grief, but that didn't stop you from continuing.

"My mother died giving birth to me and my dad was non existent. The only thing I had left was my grandmother, but she passed away six years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that. About all of it."

You thanked him with a quiet smile, as he continued to listen to you.

"I quit those jobs because the idea of having a family with Koji was like a dream come true. My own family I could turn to, filled with love and safety, something that wouldn't be taken away from me, or abandon me, but soon enough things started to change. Koji's brother came back from America, engaged to a Yale graduate, and two business mergers under his arm. ¿Guess who's ambition started flying high? ¿Guess who wasn't good enough for him anymore? ¿Guess who he took it out on everytime he came home from the office?"

Choso started chewing at his lower lip and you felt the hot wet tears starting to fill up your eyes once more. His muscles tensed, and his grip on your hand tightened. You felt it, like a ball of fire buning at your skin. It was not only that he remembered the shape of your body under your clothes, he also remembered how mistreated it was. How careless and vile they had been to you. His blood boiled, but he was trying to contain himself as you hadn't finished talking, and the last thing he wanted to do was for you to think that he had had enough, because that wasn't it.

"Koji's father passed away six months ago, and last night the board decided that his brother would be the new president of the company. Just as you saw, I took that beating. I got punished for that, and then he kicked me out. The apartment is up for sale, and- there was somebody else. Somebody that he is now engaged to, as he informed to me last night. So that's what happened."

Before Choso could say anything, he was interrupted by a co-worker who had been looking for him everywhere to fix a problem with the steam oven. He stood up to approach the boy and started to question him calmly. Their mutters were barely audible. Choso nodded here and there, with his arms crossed against his chest. You couldn't help but hide your face, feeling a little embarrassed. Choso was nothing but a good guy who selflessly cared for people, and he had already done more than enough for you. Caught up in your pain, you had completely forgotten that you were in none other than his workplace, so you decided it would be best to leave.

You weren't going to leave without first saying goodbye, but Choso thought different when he saw your walking figure out of the corner of his eye. He didn't even think, he just reacted. Choso reached out to you, placing his thick and heavy hand over the shoulder that was bruised. You winced at the contact, groaning as you felt his fingertips sinking into your flesh.

"¡Dude! That was a harsh grab Choso." exclaimed the pink haired boy as he gazed wide-eyed at the man that had become paralyzed next to him.

"I-"

Choso felt his heart skip a beat and took a step forward, but you put your hand up as a sign for him to not come any closer. He fisted his hands, turning pale as he came to a halt without taking his eyes off of you.

"I'm completely fine Choso, I gotta go."

"Y/n-"

"¡I said it's fine!"

You went down the stairs as fast as possible without even looking at him.

"¡Ms., your chocolates!"

The girl from the counter tried to get your attention, but you didn't listen.

Walking slowly down the street, once you'd gotten far enough away from the bakery, you realized how battered you were, inside and out. You knew that what had happened with Choso had been an accident. You hadn't meant to speak to him like that, but the pain had frustrated you, and you knew that until you were fully healed, you would be a prisoner. It was the only thing Koji had left you with.

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