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osamusriceballs · 3 months

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The Accident - Final Part

Atsumu x fem Reader

Warnings: Smut

Words: ~ 2,1 k

About: Not much to say- enjoy the ending! <3

Part I II -> Epilogue

"Y/n!"

He smiles and waves when he spots you, his expression soft and excited as he jogs towards you, passing the court in an instant. You notice Sakusa and Hinata on the field too, waving in your direction, and you hear Bokuto calling your name. You return the greeting and wave at him too with a smile.

Atsumu comes to a stop when he finally reaches you, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you close. "What's my wifey doing here?" He leans down to peck your lips, his excitement barely concealed.

"I thought you could use some moral support. And maybe some food." You shyly smile and raise the bag in your hand just a little, the Onigiri Miya logo evident on it. "I asked Samu to make something that works with your diet. And I got a dessert for you, the one from the cafe we visited last time." He looks at you softly, his hands still holding your hips tightly, not the slightest bit embarrassed about showing his affection in front of his teammates.

"Thank you. I appreciate that. Yer always so good to me." You blush at his words, trying to wave it off, but he pulls you closer and kisses you again, his lips now firmly pressing against yours. You easily give in, your free hand resting on his biceps, feeling the smooth and hot skin under your fingers, not caring about the fact that he is slightly sweaty by now. The faint sounds of volleyballs meeting the ground are drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat, and a soft gasp escapes your lips when he ever so lightly brushes his tongue against yours. You pull back, clearly flustered, and he grins at your state. "Wanna come over tonight?" You nod with a smile, and he pecks your lips one last time before letting you go.

"Can't wait, wifey."

xxx

"Tsumu!"

You yell, eyes only on him when he is about to serve. You're fully convinced that he can't hear you in the crowd, yet his eyes still flicker to your direction for a second before he focuses on the ball again, the red uniform a stark contrast to his bright hair.

He looks amazing. He's so focused on the game, you can see it in his eyes. This is the final moment of the game—if they manage to score one more point, the game will be over. You can see the pressure on him in his posture, and you can't help but want to hug him and make him feel more at ease.

He's serving, flawlessly as always, and you hold your breath when the other team receives his mean serve—and you find your heart skipping a beat when it's not Atsumu setting the ball after a fast attack from the other team, but rather Kageyama setting the ball and Atsumu attacking—surprisingly, even though you know that he does decent in every position. And you almost cry when his attack scores the final point, and he yells loudly and raises his arm triumphantly. You hug Yachi, who almost had a heart attack during the intense game, and you look up surprised when you see Atsumu staring at you happily and ignoring the cameras and media to come to you.

You're absolutely flabbergasted when he simply hugs you and slightly lifts you off the ground, grabbing your face almost too harshly before he kisses you in front of everyone. You're frozen, the noises of cameras clicking and yelling people almost overwhelming, but you somehow feel safe in his arms, so you just return the kiss and hug him tight too. He still beams from excitement when he pulls back, and you can't help but smile softly before you gently push some strands out of his face. "Congratulations. You did amazing." He smiles even brighter at your words, and you laugh breathlessly.

"Did it all for you. And for Japan. But for you too." He laughs, his chest still heaving heavily, and you can't help but smile softly. "I'm honored. And Japan too."

You press a last longing kiss to his lips and then you slowly let him go. "Now go—you need to get your medal or something. You're a world champion. I'll meet you after that, and we can celebrate." You smile gently, and he laughs happily. "Sure, wifey. I'll get my real reward later." His smile turns smug, and you blush feverishly. "S-sure," you whisper, flustered by his comment and avoid looking at his eyes.

"My real prize."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" you slightly raise your head, just enough to look at his face. You're comfortably cuddled against his chest, a thin blanket thrown over you both while you watch an animated fireplace and listen to slow music. His utterly relaxed expression is slightly crowded with unease, as if he has something on his mind.

"I was thinking... if you maybe wanna to store some clothes here. Like permanently. I made some space in my closet for you. Not like I want ya to move in already, I know most couples wait- but- just saying. There's space. Technically."

You raise your eyebrows, your eyes wide open, and he clears his throat awkwardly. The way he seems so shy and insecure about it—a state that you have never seen on him before. It warms your heart when you think about how nervous he is to ask just this, but it also fills you with excitement and makes your heart flutter.

"So... you wouldn't want me to move in?" You say while you try to suppress your teasing smile and try to seem as serious as you can. You feel his body tensing under your fingers, and his arm that had been loosely caressing your bare lower back under your shirt freezes.

"I didn't say that." He stretches the syllables while he seems to be in an inner conflict. "I just meant that ya might get uncomfortable if you're already moving in. It's only been a few months, I know that most couples wait a bit longer with that." He looks down at you, his tone showing his serious curiosity. "Are you not against moving in?"

You pause, taken aback by the statement, and proceed to think about it. You know that moving in together is a big step- but on the other hand, you both have been married for quite some time. And being together with Atsumu just feels so right—you really don't mind moving in after seven months.

"I'm... not against it, to be honest. It's unconventional, but we're kinda already married, so I think it's fine to skip some steps. here." A deep relieved sigh leaves his lips, and you feel his posture relaxing once again. "Sounds good. I got ya a key on the counter, we can move your stuff gradually, if you want to? But I made a lot of space in my closet actually, you might wanna go shopping to fill it. My treat of course."

You look at him wide-eyed. "You already have a key for me ready?"

He looks away with a faint blush on his cheeks, his hand absently caressing your back again, but now more relaxed while his lips curl into a triumphant grin.

"Maybe."

xxx

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You turn towards him and see a letter in his hands.

"That's um..." he clears his throat, his eyes looking anywhere but your direction. "It's from our lawyer. It's about the divorce. The year is over."

You freeze, carefully making your expression neutral while you wait for him to continue.

"It's um... we can—ya know. Wait a bit. I mean—you're busy with work and I'm also busy with Samu's new shop. We can maybe wait just a bit longer. If you want to. No pressure."

And you finally smile when you reach for his shirt and pull him down to press a kiss on his lips.

"Sounds good."

xxx

Tsumu—"

You look up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes, his hand tightly wrapped around your throat.

"Now come on. Tell me, what ya want me to do?" He grins teasingly, knowing fully well that you can't speak with his hand now firmly wrapped around your throat. You manage to gasp his name, and he raises an eyebrow. "What was that? Didn't hear ya, sweetheart. Might wanna try harder here."

You avert your gaze, overwhelmed by the intensity of it and arch your back slightly against him, offering him your neck submissively. A groan leaves his lips and his eyes soften at the sight of you. "So pretty for me. Always so good." He tilts your face and kisses you, the grip around your neck loosening and his free hand wandering to your chest, gently squeezing your body.

His lips are glued to yours, the kiss starting out softly, but quickly turning into a messy clashing of lips melding together and tongues grazing against each other. It's hot, so, so hot when his hand stops palming your chest and moves further down your stomach, causing you to gasp and whine against his lips as you tense under his touch until his hand stops between your legs. He doesn't stop the kiss, instead keeping one hand loosely around your neck while the palm of the other hand cups your pussy and presses against it. Your hips buck into his touch and you break the kiss embarrassedly after a lewd needy sound escapes your lips.

"What was that?" He asks, a bit breathlessly, but his lips curl into a smug grin. "Gettin' shy on me? You know that I love those pretty sounds. Especially when I do—this—" Two of his fingers push inside of you with no further warning and your body almost bends over at the feeling, but his hand quickly moves from your neck around your upper body to press you tightly against him. "Uh-uh, pretty wifey. Not escaping yer husband. I need to fulfill my duties after all, right? Satisfy my wife and all that. Look at ya, how you enjoy that, huh?" He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, the squelching sound making you whine embarrassedly, yet it feels so good that your eyes flutter closed and your mouth stays agape. He brings you to your high like this and holds you when you tense around his fingers, clenching tightly around him like a vice, his name leaving your lips breathlessly.

"Tsumu—" you whisper, your voice hoarse, but your body feeling so good and satisfied, and he softly pulls his fingers out with a lewd sound. "Oh, love, you made such a mess, huh?" He looks at his fingers with a grin and then down to your pussy, his tongue quickly coming out to lick his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of ya."

xxx

"Tsumu—do we have to go out? We could also relax at home. Watch that movie maybe. Or... do different things." You smile a bit shyly as you hug his arm and press your chest against his biceps in a way that you hope is seductive.

He freezes for a second and then shakes his head. "As tempting as that offer is, we have plans. Or I have made plans. For us." He wraps his arm around your waist and directs you towards a building—that looks suspiciously familiar to you. "Tsumu— is that—no way! Why are we here?" Your eyes grow even bigger when you recognize the building, but he ignores your comment and simply pushes you forward. "C'mon, we have an appointment—and you need to get ready," he grins, but you can see a faint hint of nervousness in his eyes when he opens the door and reveals the club where you had met during your first day. Your jaw drops when you see the decorations—all in a classical wedding style, like the pictures you often like on Pinterest. "Tsumu—don't tell me—"

"Y/n." You hear his voice firmly, and you look at him, who suddenly lets go of you and looks at you a bit mischievously before he smoothly sinks down to one knee.

"I can't remember the first time I did this, but I promise, I won't forget this time. I wanna do everything right, Y/n. Marry you properly, be your husband and care for you."

You look at him, feeling tears dwell in your eyes when you realize how he has spent the last few weeks preparing this—and you bite your lip to avoid a sob when he pulls out a ring—similar to the one he had given you last time, yet even more beautiful.

"Will ya marry me?

xxx

A/n: Thank you so much for following this series! I'll make an epilogue about the night they met around next week-ish! But after that, that's it for the series! I hope you enjoyed and stay tuned for the next one! <3

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #hope you enjoyed <3 #I'm sorry for the belated post #But here you go #it's a bittersweet experience to end such a project #but I'm happy to start a new one #I'll rewrite an old series of mine #a love triangle with Atsumu and Suna #and tbh #i still haven't decided about the ending #It will come to me as I reread it and continue writing it!#anyways!#love you! <3 #and I hope you'll stay tuned ! <3

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 1 year

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I Dare You

Pairing: Jeremiah x Reader

Warnings: explicit, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, angst.

Authors Note: This is my first request written for @jeremiahxaesthetic !!! I know it took me so long to get the request up there were technical difficulties. But, I hope you enjoy the story. Anyone can find my request post below and on my blog. You can also find my Masterlist.

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Eli Pov

Huddled around the living room of the Fisher's summer house was not where I expected this night to go. Taylor came into town to play with Belly in the "Play it Forward" volleyball tournament and somehow managed to convince Jere and Conrad to stay home with us. Steven would've but he had to make an appearance with Shayla. "I'm gonna go get drinks and snacks Connie come help me yeah?", Jere gets up taking his brother with him. "So Eli you and Jeremy aren't like a thing right?", Taylor whispers to me. "Umm no we're just best friends kinda grew up in Boston together just never had the chance to make it out here till now.", my body subtly tenses up.

"Okay cool cause honestly, he is so fine I may just make a move on him while i'm here.", the confidence in her voice is deafening even at an indoor level of 3. "Go for it. He's a single guy who can date anyone he wants.", I want to vomit as the words leave my mouth. "Taylor you already went after Conrad don't you think it's a bit weird to go after his brother now?", Belly jumps in. "Do you want to have that conversation Cinderbelly?", a vicious tone decorated her words, and eyes glare in her best friends direction. "That was last summer and the boys and I are fine. Conrad is just a dick.", Belly rolls her eyes.

"I'm gonna leave you guys to umm..yeah.". Rushing out of the room I end up bumping in my curly-haired best friend in the kitchen. "Hey Eli everything okay?", his hands were resting on my arms sending bolt of electricity through me. "Just coming to see if you needed any help.", instinctively I pull away propping myself against the wall to keep my cool. "No I think we are all good. I even got you your favorite chips, Ruffles.", he boasts in a sing-song voice. "Well don't you just know me so well.", my words offer a pat on the back before we head back to the living room.

"Taylor, are you excited for the game tomorrow? I know Bells has been bouncing off the walls all summer.", Jeremiah asks plopping next to her but, across from me. My stomach churns at the sight, I have no reason to be jealous this is a normal sight for me to see quite literally. Parties, at school, even when we just go to the mall they drawn to him like moths to light not that I blame them. Jeremiah Fisher is the light at the end of the tunnel, always has been. Taylors body leans against his both laughing at some inside joke that came u in the last 10 seconds.

"Eli, why don't you pick the game we play?", Conrad playfully pushes my arm. "Um I don't know what games do you guys have here?", I ask. "Truth or dare!" Belly yells, everyone agrees stuffing snacks into their mouths. "Sounds like fun.", I manage the words but, not sure if I actually mean them. "Jeremy, truth or dare.", shocker Taylor starts us off. "Truth.", his eyes lock on mine for a second though it feels longer. We've been friends for so long he knows when i'm upset by the slightest turn off my lip. I can feel him checking up on me in this small stare. Once he is reassured he turns back to Taylor.

"Boring but, whatever. Is it true that you lost your v-card when you were 14?", Taylor smirks in his direction. It bugs me how intrusive she can be but, she ain't my best friend. "Umm actually no. I'm still a virgin.", Jeremiah explains. I can see the heat rise to his cheeks, the hint of embarrassment becoming apparent in his features. Conrad clearing his throat brings us all back from our dazes, "Belly truth or dare?". "I'm feeling dangerous hint me with a dare.", her smile brightens the room, everyone soon forgetting about the last 2 minutes.

From across the way I shoot him a reassuring smile, and nod of comfort a thing usually reserved for when we have the classes and need vote of confidence back home. His wide-tooth smile tells me he got the message, my body feeling like it's floating. "I dare you to drink pickle juice straight out of the jar and not tell the moms.", Conrads throws his challenge in Belly's direction earning a laugh from the rest of us. "So mature Conrad.", Taylor cackles at his childishness. "Easy.", Belly's confidence oozes out of her tone as she strides to the kitchen grabbing the huge jar of pickles.

After a struggle..or two Jere helps her get the lid off. She brings the jar to her lips and drinks the juice until Conrad stops her though it wasn't before he finished laughing his ass off. Our laughs all mix in the air the game continuing and everyone getting a stupid truth or childish dare, the more the game went on the closer I noticed Belly's best friend got closer to Jere till she was practically in his lap.

"Eh sorry guys. I hate to ruin the fun but, I think i'm gonna head out to the dock and get some fresh air.", the words leave my lips and my feet carry me to my destination, everyone's eyes following my every move. I can hear a few whispers closing the door behind me, rather than allowing that to stick I listen to the sound of Cousins. This is my first time here, for years Jeremiah has begged me to come and meet everyone, experience the summers he has loved his entire life but I never could make it because parents wouldn't let me or they planned some stupid family vacation that wouldn't come to par with The Fisher's summer house.

The salt-water air filled my nostrils with a feeling of warmth and comfort, soft hums of the water soothe my body. Susannah loves to take photos and sends any and every picture she gets of Jere and I to me, sometimes she will sneak in just him alone to make my day..damn her mother's intuition either that or my feelings are just stupidly obvious to everyone except the person that matters. The moment of each picture replays in my mind from the time we were baking a cake for Susannahs birthday and Jere let the batter go everywhere when we tried to mix it, to our most recent junior prom photo.

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~Flash Back~

"Come on E you have to go it's the law.", he argued. "There's no law saying I have to go to prom. Besides, I'd rather just have a movie night we can get munchies and just chill.", I whine. "But it's PROM! As in once in a lifetime high school experience, you're only a junior one time this is our time!", his blue-eyes sparkled when he talked about this one night that seemed to mean the world to him..how could I ignore that?

"Okay, fine but I refuse to third wheel with you and your date.", my tone a bit colder than I intended. "Technically, you're the second wheel.", he bumps his shoulder into mine. "Wait huh?", the confusion prominent though my heart was secretly doing flips i'm surprised it didn't give out. "Oh I didn't mention that part? Well, you agreeing to go to prom isn't just agreeing to go to some school function it's also saying you'll go with me? You're my best friend there's no one else I'd rather enjoy the night with. Plus if i'm your date one you are practically guaranteed a good time and two it may just be the one thing you need to get you more involved in school functions.", he winks in my direction causing my knees to go weak.

"One seems like a pity date and two why do I need to be involved again?", I attempt to argue rather than show his effect on me. "We're gonna be seniors next year and I wanna experience it all with you. We've been friends since we were six, gone through elementary school together were we always went to the dances together even if I had to bribe you with a snow one afterwards. Middle school where puberty was awkward for us both, which we made a pact to never speak of so I shall move on. Lastly, first day of freshmen year we vowed to do this whole thing together same as always. The future is coming and it is sometimes really scary to me to think about not seeing you everyday or having you around all the time.", his words are laced with sorrow towards the end, our usual happy go lucky Jere now petrified of what's coming.

"You are so lucky I love you Fisher. Of course i'll go with you. Here's what I propose you give me the best night of my life and I'll personally ensure you the best senior year ever.", I stick out my pinky as means of demonstrating the seriousness of my proposition. "You drive a hard bargain ma'am but, I shall agree.", his smile is back and wide. With our pinkies intertwined we kiss the index finger knuckle of our own hand solidifying this promise.

~End flashback~

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"Hey stranger why'd you run off?", a familiar voice jolts me out of my thoughts, the promise echoing in my ears. "Oh hey J. Just needed some air.", I force a smile. "Game got boring after you left. Besides, you seemed down had to make sure my favorite girl was okay.", he playfully bumps my side. "I'm okay.". "That's a lie come on tell me.".

"Shouldn't you get back to Taylor.", I spit a bit more aggressively than anticipated. "Ah there it is.", he pokes at me. "Taylor is just being Taylor she flirts with everyone. I'm not into her like that.", he adds. "It wouldn't matter if you were. She's everyone's type.", masking the sadness in my words was harder than I thought. "Not mine.", I can feel his hand moving closer to mine resting on the dock.

"What's your point Jere?", the harshness in my voice seems to set him off. "Could you quit with the self-loathing my god can't you see how much I care about you?". "I know how much you care. You've spent our entire friendship proving it to me.", my words a bit calmer. "But clearly you don't know me.", disappointment crystal clear in his words. The air felt dense, an uncomfortable feeling for us. I can tell there is something on his mind but am terrified of what it could be.

"Just say it Jere. Whatever is on your mind please just say it.", the tears well in my eyes but, I do my best to hide them. "Eli, I've known you since elementary school god I even remember the moment like it was yesterday. It was snack time after recess and Gina had stolen your Scooby-Snacks, you tried to get them back but she stuck her tongue out at you and ran away tossing the empty bag onto the floor next to you. So I gave you my Goldfish now while they aren't as good as the Scoobs I figured you needed the snack more than I did.", a smile creeps onto my face.

"You told me your mom packed you two snacks that day however, Conrad debunked that lie later on. I was crying because I only got Scoobies once a week and that was my last bag until my mom got paid...leave it to Jeremiah Fisher to be my knight in shining armor.".

"That day I knew that no matter what it took I needed you to be in my life. Soon enough we were best friends doing anything and everything together everyday of my life I prayed to god to let me keep you and vowed to care for you.", his words were genuine laced with a sentiment I rarely hear.

We've always told each other everything, and sure we have plenty of deep-conversations but, never like this...it's slightly terrifying. "You've done that. You're there for me, and push me to do all the things i'm afraid of. Never allowing me to miss out on life, taking me out to dances or pep rallies or even just to a random bowling night hell you drag me to parties I wouldn't be caught dead at. I spent so much of my childhood reading to escape the real world but with you J I love the real world.", it takes a beat before I realize we are face to face.

"I love you Eli, always have.", his blue eyes soften the slightest glimpse of a sparkle present most likely a reflection of the moon. "I love you too Jere. You know that.", an earnestness in my voice catches him off-guard. "As more than my best friend.", he tacks on with a hint of nervousness. "Way more than that.". “Truth or dare.”, he asked confusing the hell out of me. “Huh?”. “Truth or dare.”, he reiterates.

“Dare”, my voice is above a whisper.

“I dare you to kiss me.”, his light blue eyes are searching mine for some type of sign.

A wave of confidence washed over me and the next few moments were slightly out of character but, I didn't care. My hands grabbed ahold of his button up and smashed my lips against his. It takes him a second to register my movements before he returns my actions, his strong hands keeping me as close as possible pulling away only for the quickest of air our lips still brushing against the others.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time.", he is breathless while keeping our foreheads together. "Believe me so have I.", I giggle. "So what does all this mean?". Way to be a buzzkill Jere I think in my head.

"I want you Jeremiah now and always in every way possible.", the words floated into the air as if to sink into his head. The look in his eyes getting brighter by the second. Without another word or even simple thought we are making our way back to the house. "Hey guys! We're gonna go meet Shayla and Steven at the party its wild ya'll wanna come?", Conrad bombards us when we make it into the backyard.

We collectively hide the last few moments by answering quickly.."No, it's okay probably gonna head to bed.". We have been together too long and frankly that may have been to quick of an answer. "Okay weirdos.", Taylor snickers. "I swear they are like Siamese twins.", Conrad jokes before walking away with the two girls trailing behind. Walking into the house the blonde boy breaks the silence, "Can I be honest about something?".

"Always.", by gently intertwining our fingers it provides him some comfort so he can continue his thought . "I begged my mom to let you stay in my room. I kinda promised her that I would sleep on the floor or that we could even try to get two beds in there. You didn't know Belly and I wanted you to be comfortable.", a hint of pink hits his cheeks, the similar heat rising in my face. "I appreciate that. Staying with Belly isn't too bad but, I also wouldn't have minded staying in your room.", I lead us up towards his living quarters.

"Where are we going?", he raises his eyebrows. "To be together. Something that should've happened a while ago.", I smile softly. The butterflies in my stomach are sent into a frenzy, initiating anything is completely out of character for me but, I'd be lying if I didn't say there was a bit of a rush that excited the hell out of me.

"Eli are you feeling okay?", he asks me when we make it to his room. "Do you want this? Us?", I propose the question dangling above us. "More than anything I thought we made that one clear.", the warmth of his hands cups my cheeks allowing me to lean into the touch. "Then prove it.", my eyes were fixated on his, a mix of lust and love beginning to form. "Are you sure?", he was searching for any sign of hesitation in my features and when he was sure there was none I found myself pinned to the wall.

"Once we do this there's no going back?", his voice was raspy and almost breathless the feeling of his hands digging into my skin sure not to hurt me. Rather than provide an answer I press my lips against his with a sense of hunger neither of us knew was possible from me. "Mmm, please I need words. Verbal consent.", though he was in a trance the fact he was still asking sent shivers down my spine in the best way possible.

"Yes Jere. Please I want you.", my eyes meet his pleading for his touch. He presses his lips against the skin of my neck, allowing his hands to travel around my body. A sense of urgency and hunger began to rise between us as soft moans escape my lips. My fingers tug at the hem of shirt removing it, the tips of his fingers dancing along my hips.

After gathering some momentum I manage to move us over the bed, my body landing ontop of the soft duvet his long, muscled body hovering over me leaving love bites along my neck. "Mmm", a few hums leave my now swollen lips while my fingers tangle themselves in Jere's hair. I have wanted this moment for so long I'm not sure I'm even that nervous I trust this boy more than anything, he would never hurt me or do anything I didn't want to. Every time he kisses or even grazes my body it's as if I'm on fire, a feeling that I never want to lose.

"A penny for your thoughts my love.", a look of curiosity decorated his features, a glimmer of concern taking presence in his ocean-blue eyes. "I just..I've thought about this moment for god knows how long and I'm glad it's you here with me now.". "Me too. God I love you so much.", he pecks my lips softly. "I love you more.", I whisper. HIs fingers begin to fumble with the button of my shorts intent on removing the denim from my skin.

In the midst of him removing my bottoms I catch a glimpse of the bulge fighting his swim shorts. "So I wanna know something?", he inquires drawing his hands up and down my side. "What would that be?", I bite my bottom lip.

"What happens when I kiss you here?", a soft kiss is planted on neck under my ear; I moan.

"Or here?", the collar bone causes me to shudder slightly.

"Here?", his lips trial down my chest, the heat between my legs rising.

"Best for last.", as soon a kiss lands on my thighs I'm afraid I could come undone just from this.

"Quit teasing.", I manage doing everything I can to keep my legs apart. "Needy are we?", his smirk is devilish. He runs his thumb over my mound, my backing arching off the bed. The motion continues while my thighs become decorated with hickeys...how the hell can I hide those in the summer? "Fuck Jere.", I can't help but whimper in pleasure begging for more. Within mere seconds his tongue and fingers join together causing immense pleasure pushing towards an edge I have never accomplished myself.

Every pump of his fingers collided with the lap of his tongue, my hands were tangled in his blonde locks pulling him closer if that were possible. I began to grind against his mouth the heat rising in my belly reaching my peak. Vibrations of his mouth against me was the last thing to push me over the edge. "Fuck!", my body releases covering his face in my juices. "You taste amazing baby.", he coos wiping his lips with a near by towel. A rush of pink hits my cheeks and I wanna hideaway which is odd to say when I'm physically and emotionally nude in this current moment.

"You're so beautiful Eli.", his eyes trail along my body as if he would be tested on every curve, dip and beauty mark that covered me. Without another word I connect our lips in a loving, passionate kiss. With enough strength I manage to flip us over, leaving me on top and taking him by surprise. I like this new found confidence I have.....

My kiss leaves his lips and works their way down his chest, the soft hums from him filling my ears with bliss. "Baby I need you.", he manages breathlessly, as I remove his swimming trucks..my eyes widen at his size less with fear and more with surprise while precum drips down him slightly. The tip of my thumb runs over it earning a moan from Jeremiah, fueling my confidence. My arms carry me over his body, his tip rubbing against my entrance soliciting a shudder from us both.

I slide onto him slowly wincing at the initial feeling that was soon overcome with pleasure when I began to rock my hips. "Oh god just like that.", his voice sounds dazed, while his hands grip my hips guiding my movements. My lips dance around his neck, as my hips make circular motions our moans mixing together praying no one has returned home early. He gathers his strength and flips us over taking over the motions thrusting at a good rhythm, the moment full of exploration and passion.

“I’m close Jere.”, I finally manage. The skin on my body is covered in hickeys, sweat glistening on us both. “Me too baby.”, he groans. The build up began in my stomach and grew more as my climax approached soon to take us both over. His body collapsed on top of me as we rode out our highs him still resting inside of me. “We didn’t use protection.”,I breathlessly say. “I’ll get a pill for you.”, he says planting a kiss on my head.

“That was..woah.”. “You’re telling me.”. We both laugh and clean ourselves up a soreness beginning to take presence between my legs. “I really hope Belly and Taylor don’t ask me to play volleyball tomorrow.”, I giggle. “Sounds like you’re coming down a cold to me which means cuddles and movies all day just you and me.”. He chuckles tossing me his hoodie.

“I dare you to try that.”. I pull the fabric over my body. “And I dare you to be mine.”, his muscled arms pull me to his body. “I’ve always been yours Jeremiah Fisher.”. My lips collide with his once more.

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#tsitp jeremiah #jeremiah fisher smut #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #belly conklin #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher

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punsmaster69 · 2 months

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1/APR/20XX

[After checking the page again, the words have ACTUALLY been written properly this time - with a working pen.]

[A small attached sticky note reads, "heheh. couldn't not, sorry."]

i'm carried out of bed and immediately served chocolate pancakes as papyrus briefs me on the day's plan - all before i even finish waking up fully.

"YOU WANTED TO GO TO AN ARCADE, SO THAT'S WHAT WE'LL DO FIRST - EVERYONE ELSE IS GOING TO MEET US THERE, SO DON'T SAVOUR MY COOKING 𝘛𝘖𝘖 LONG."

" 'k."

"AROUND LUNCHTIME, WE'RE GOING TO STOP BY GRILLBY'S... UNFORTUNATELY."

"AFTER... WE'LL JUST HANG OUT AT MS. TORIEL'S HOUSE FOR THE REST OF THE NIGHT; CONSIDERING IT WOULD BE THE CLOSEST."

"ok."

"sounds good."

"...."

he looks over his shoulder to see me still yawning, giving an eyeroll gesture and placing a cup of hot coffee in front of me.

"CAN'T HAVE YOU FALLING BACK ASLEEP IMMEDIATELY, SO DRINK UP!"

"...doesn't work, remember?"

"..RIGHT."

beside it, he places a cup of ice water.

"THAT SHOULD, RIGHT?"

i mumble an affirmative response. papyrus takes this as good enough.

——

"Yo!"

undyne high-fives papyrus, then grabs me for an aggressive noogie.

"Excited for today, you decrepit bag of bones?!"

"PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH HIM, UNDYNE."

this diverts her wrath onto papyrus instead.

"PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH 𝘔𝘌, UNDYNE!!!"

me and alphys fistbump.

"Good choice."

"figured you'd approve."

"S-Still wish they hadn't plastered that creepy ice cube's face EVERYWHERE in this place. Can't even have one bare wall."

"whaaat? ice-e's an icon."

"Of weird c-corporate marketing."

"and unsolvable puzzles."

"They were always that way, then?"

toriel and frisk - flowey wrapped around the kid's arm - wave as they approach.

frisk nods.

"Even the first one Sans and Papyrus set out for me back in Snowdin was unsolvable."

"IT WAS?!"

"Weird letter inconsistency."

"SANS!! YOU NOT ONLY PUT OUT A 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 OF ALL THINGS, BUT AN 𝘐𝘔𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘉𝘓𝘌 ONE?!?"

"whoops."

"SIGH."

"REALLY, I DON'T KNOW WHY I SIMPLY DIDN'T DO IT ALL MYSELF!!"

"I CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE CAPTURED THE HUMAN WITH EASE."

"ER-"

"I'M!! GLAD I DIDN'T THOUGH, NOW!!!"

we chat for a while more before actually going inside -

"I MISS THE SUN ALREADY."

- and splitting off towards the games each of us preferred. toriel simply stuck by me to observe whatever i decided on.

somehow, at some point, we ended up just playing air hockey really badly.

𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

"Is this how you play??"

"is this how you play???"

repeatedly smacking the pushers together, the puck was ignored.

——

papyrus won a scary amount of tickets and used them to redeem two dart guns. one was instantly hijacked by undyne, who cackled after ricocheting a dart off papyrus' skull. she was going to fire at me, but

"You're spared for today. Don't think I won't get you another time, though!!!"

"..cool."

grillby's wasn't far, and the weather was pleasant, so walking was actually pretty alright.

the bar erupts into noise as we show up. there was a barrage of questions and comments about everyone and everything, but the chaos made any recollections of it blurry. (fun chaos, don't get me wrong.)

i waited for the right moment - somehow, i knew it would happen.

my brother raises his glass of milk.

"WILL EVERYONE PLEASE RISE AND GIVE A TOAST TO MY BROTHER, SANS, WHOSE BIRTHDAY IT IS TODAY?!"

a roaring sound that resembles a "YEAH!!" as everyone in the restaurant rises to their feet.

i move quickly, placing one on each seat - unnoticed amidst the commotion.

"THREE..."

"TWO..."

"ONE!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SANS!!!"

appearing beside my brother as if i'd not moved at all, i clink a bottle of ketchup with the various other beverages being lifted.

and then a loud,

deafening,

𝙋𝙋𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝘽𝙁𝙁𝙁𝙏𝙏𝙏𝙏

as everyone sits back down.

it was beautiful. enough to make a grown man cry.

tears of laughter, that is.

a magician clown never reveals his secrets, but i sure was asked "HOW?!" a lot.

——

the sun has just finished setting. for the first time today, it's quiet. a gentle breeze cools the day down. toriel and i hang around on the porch to take it in - myself sat upon the rail.

"Are you truly alright with not getting much...?"

"yeah."

"spendin' time with you folks is all i wanted."

"and i got it, so."

"seems like a pretty good birthday to me."

"Still, it feels lackluster to have shown up empty-handed."

"i mean. you brought cake."

"That is a given."

"here."

"if you're really concerned about me not getting any gifts..."

"..."

i gave her a goofy grin.

"gonna be corny for a sec, hope you don't mind."

"I do not have a 𝘤𝘰𝘣-lem with it."

"In fact, I am all 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴."

in that moment, i couldn't have been more certain.

i push myself up into my knees to deposit a quick kiss on her cheek.

"...that can be my gift."

dropping myself back down to sit on the porch rail.

". . ."

"sorry for suddenly 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 that onto you. wanted to 𝘦𝘢𝘳nestly-"

puns were halted as my mouth became suddenly occupied with something else.

when she eventually let go, i found myself sputtering momentarily trying to find my words.

"There. You being on the receiving end makes it much more of a gift, does it not?"

"i-"

"i, uh."

"thought i was supposed to initiate it??"

"The cheek is close enough. And that one, you did."

"I will count it."

"....."

"there's another thing i'm s'posed to do."

"a ques-"

toriel puts her hand over my mouth.

"Do not ask it today."

"We would have to celebrate our anniversaries on your birthday."

"what? you don't want a double-event?"

"There is a multitude of reasons."

"shoot."

"...?"

"gimme 'em. gimme the reasons."

"Firstly, birthdays are to be spent with a multitude of friends and loved ones. Anniversaries are for spending with the romantic interest. To do both of those at once would be impossible."

"Secondly, it would subtract from the specialness of each as well."

"Thirdly-"

"it'd be easier to remember."

she hadn't noticed me slowly inching my face closer and closer to her own until i spoke.

"Th-"

"birthversary rolls right off the tongue, too."

"..."

"I'll show YOU a tongue."

she suddenly sticks out her tongue. my proximity causes me to have to back away quickly.

too quickly.

toriel leaps forward and wraps an arm around me to stop me from going completely backwards off the rail.

"I did not mean for that to happen."

"good catch."

"Oddly, not the first time you have fallen from my railing."

"yeah, i'm gettin' 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 good at doing that accidentally."

"Hehehe."

"Do I need to install rails for my rails?"

"gonna box me in, huh?"

"If it will stop you from falling, then maybe I will."

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬.

"WE'VE DECIDED ON A SLEEPOVER-"

we both looked to the back door.

with a blanket draped over his right arm, papyrus stopped speaking to stare at us blankly for a moment.

arms wrapped around each other, being bent over the rail, her hips between my legs...

"..I ASSUME YOU ARE BUSY."

"....."

"might be a minute."

promptly spinning 180 on his heels, papyrus went back inside; carrying the same expression the whole time.

immediately bursting into laughter, tori lifts me up the rest of the way and places me on the porch.

"Awkward-looking situations seem to be your forte, my dear."

"no kidding."

"At least it was Papyrus."

"yeah."

"..."

"so, can i ask you the-"

"Another time."

"ok."

#undertale #sans #papyrus #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #undyne #sans and undyne #alphys #sans and alphys #frisk #toriel #toriel x sans #sans x toriel #soriel #birthday #april fools #you really thought that'd be it?

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can i ask you to elaborate on matt's mom finding aaron as her favorite fox? it's been a while since i read the books

YES i can. i got so excited to answer this because it's such a scrumptious concept to me

in the books there isn't much between them, besides the fact that Matt's mother (Randy) pays Aaron's bail and Aaron spends Christmas with her in New York (which happens off screen so there could've been loads that happened then).

but there is this scene in the EC where Aaron chalks up the strength to go up to Randy and thank her when she comes to Palmetto to watch a game. (this is from a draft where Aaron and co don't spend Christmas break with Matt, so this is the first time Aaron actually meets her. this scene could have easily still happened though, just in NY, and i consider it canon.) and there's this. fucking wholesome as fuck moment where she hugs him until he sinks into it and tells him that she's proud of him and calls him family and i think, EC or not, it's genuinely one of my favorite scenes in the entire series:

It took Aaron most of Thursday afternoon to work up the courage, but he finally approached Randy at the end of practice to thank her for paying his bail. Neil was in charge of the stick rack and ball buckets today, but he deliberately slowed down his work to eavesdrop. Aaron's gratitude was the stilted mess of a man not used to admitting when he was wrong.

Randy looked a bit baffled, then recovered enough to stress, "You gave me back my son. Do you understand? There is nothing I can do to make that up to you."

Aaron was honest enough to say, "That wasn't my decision."

Randy reached for him, but Aaron flinched at the first brush of her fingers against his shoulders. Aaron recovered quickly, but the damage was already done. Randy's smile vanished and the look she gave Aaron was heavy enough to make Neil uncomfortable ten feet away.

Last summer Neil had recoiled from Wymack much the same way, so certain of being hurt for his transgressions and stupidity. For months his stomach had knotted a bit every time Wymack raised his voice at practice. Even as recently as January Neil willfully told himself Wymack's concern was anger because fear of older men was a powerful enough motivator to get Neil through his second thoughts and nightmares.

Only now did Neil understand that a person could fear an older woman the same way. Neil's mother had hit him and screamed at him, but she'd always been on his side. She'd always been his mother first. He'd known Aaron's mother was abusive, had heard it from Nicky and had it affirmed by Andrew back in November. He'd thrown it in Aaron's face knowing it would hurt, but somehow he'd still always thought it a different matter. Neil couldn't imagine a world where mothers weren't actually mothers.

Neil finally understood, though he didn't know if it was stupidity or prejudice that had blinded him this long. Cass Spear could have been Andrew's mother once. These days Andrew leaned on Betsy Dobson. Aaron, on the other hand, never had anyone to fill that role. Aaron wouldn't let the Foxes in because of Andrew, but he couldn't let Nicky in because he didn't know how. He'd gotten this far in life on his own, surviving on willpower and sheer desperation.

For a moment Neil thought Randy would take offense at Aaron's reaction and walk away. Instead she slowly raised her hands to Aaron's face and cradled his cheeks in her hands.

"Hey," she said, more subdued than she'd sounded all day but somehow still hard with conviction. "I'm so proud of you. Do you hear me? I'm so proud of you. You did what you had to do to defend your family, and tomorrow you're going to do whatever it takes to defend our family. Okay? It's going to be okay."

Aaron stared back at her, silent and frozen. Randy nodded at whatever she saw on his face and made a slow attempt at hugging him. Aaron didn't fight her off, and Randy held on until Aaron finally relaxed.

for a second i was going to take out some of Neil's commentary but i actually think it's good in showing how much this actually fucking means. his perception alone implies that Randy could be so much more to Aaron

anyway. that's as far as canon takes you but i believe that their relationship grows over the years, one way or another. grows into something that is very good for Aaron, something he needs. i also believe that Matt and Aaron get closer (I've got a wholeee post on that i think tho) and that either helps or is helped by Aaron and Randy's relationship. given the logistics they probably don't interact face to face often (maybe NY Christmases become a thing though) but that doesn't matter. Aaron has someone in his corner, not Nicky or Coach or Katelyn but someone just far enough outside the vortex of PSU to maybe take on a little bit of the weight he's always had to carry, maybe ease the solo war against the world that he's been fighting every day of his life.

#fuck rereading that scene is actually making me like. emotional or some shit #sorry if this is more than what you wanted #i don't think I know how to talk about Aaron and be normal..#as if it's my fault #aaron minyard #aftg #randy boyd #🦊✉️

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Aikatsu song reviews: Glass Doll

Song

I like to think of this as the Aikatsu song that gets everyone excited, but I'm sure that can't be true of everyone... it's still an Aikatsu classic and one of the franchise's best works, though. It's heavy enough to appease those who are fans of gothic metal, but light enough to appease those who aren't... I think. Even if it doesn't have metal-style screams and growls, the influence is still there – the song's composer stated that the song was inspired by Dream Theater and Nightwish. And honestly it doesn't need to get any more metal than it is – I'm sure it already scared the kids anyway.

The intro does a great job building up the tension, using a keyboard or synth organ to achieve a very glassy sound, and repeating the same pattern to somehow make the listener feel unease and a false sense of security at the same time. As the glassy pattern repeats, you know it's going to change somehow and get even scarier. Sure enough, the beat drops and the song straight up turns into metal, but it's surprisingly clean metal that's atmospheric but not overwhelming. As the song goes on, the melody takes on a tone more reminiscent of pop-rock, but it still retains the atmospheric heaviness that makes it special.

In a lot of Aikatsu songs, the synth instruments blend in well with the live instruments, but in this song, the divide is quite obvious. The synths (especially the keyboard) have a sort of blocky, computer-y quality that stands out against the more expressive sounds of the guitar and bass. Sometimes it straight-up sounds like video game sound effects. Also, the percussion during the first verse is kind of annoying. I don't know if they were trying to go for the sound of a shutter flapping in the wind or some kind of creepy atmospheric thing or what, but it's just annoying to me.

Personally, I think the guitar 'solo' (technically not a solo since it also has drums and keyboard) is too long, and I found myself getting bored/annoyed before it was even halfway done. But I do understand that a minute-and-a-half guitar solo is exactly what this song needs in order to get the metalheads sold on it. I get it.

Vocals

They're the biggest thing holding this song back from being "true" metal, but honestly, I don't see it as a problem. It's a mistake to assume that all rock songs need powerful vocals. Yurika's voice gives the song a slightly delicate quality that makes the song feel more mature, and Sunao's backing vocals help create a haunting vibe.

In the Juri & Rin version, Rin's vocals are basically what you'd expect, and Juri... wow. She really gives the song a whole new life with her ethereal, emotional singing style. I can almost imagine her singing this under a spotlight while dangling from a chandelier and holding a single wilting rose. Miho sings this song in a way that shows how Juri is both a singer and an actress.

Lyrics

Depression. These are lyrics about depression! I mean, they're also just "gothic sounding" lyrics that convey the image of a vampire rock idol, but they're definitely about a person in distress. There are multiple times when I felt depressed and started crying and then just decided "you know what, it's Glass Doll time". And this song helped me, honestly.

Choreography

They were definitely going for a live rock show feeling... in vibes, not practicality. It looks like something that might work for a real concert, until the performers hilariously start running away from the microphones and just running all over the stage. There are also some unfitting bouncing/shaking movements during parts with a slower, heavier rhythm. Honestly, the choreography is probably the weakest thing about this song, especially with the awkward early CGI and a lot of angles that don't do it any favours. However, I do like the choreography near the end, especially the knocking part.

Visuals

I love the stage design!!! I especially like the bat-shaped chandeliers, wrought iron fence, and blue roses with curling vines. They even had gold bats escape from the Special Appeal and fly around the stage at the end of Yurika's performance in episode 20. The dark stage works really well against Yurika's clear white aura that glows like a ghost.

It's a real shame they never reworked the performance with updated CGI. It would've looked so good.

Good points: Intense atmosphere, good lyrics, reaches a level of hardcore rarely found in children's anime music Bad points: Guitar solo is too long, some instrumentals have a slightly stilted or computer-y quality

Rating: 9.6/10 Personal rating: Also 9.6/10, even though I think I like this song more than most people do.

#aikatsu song reviews #glass doll

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cbsghostsmetasandtrevor · 2 months

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Not A Dog, Bro!

AO3

When Jeremy comes to visit, Trevor's desperate to keep him around and the episode ends a bit differently.

***

“You can’t just kick him out, Sam. Can’t he stay for a little while?” Trevor nearly pleads as they stand in the library where Sam, Jay, Hetty and Isaac are trying to figure out a way to get his brother to leave because he found a loophole with the points system.

“Trevor, we can’t have a freeloader living here for a year without us making any money. He’ll bleed us dry, and we don’t have the funds to keep us afloat,” Sam states.

“Come on, Sam, between the Ari blackmail, telling you about David and Kelsey, and earning you almost two hundred grand with Isaac’s money, can’t you just let him stay for me, please,” Trevor asks, attempting to give her his best puppy dog eyes.

“You have made us a lot of money, true,” Sam admits, “But he can’t stay for a year, Trevor.”

Okay, that’s fair. “Okay, but you don’t have to kick him out today, right? We can keep him for a month.”

“Not when we don’t have any other guests lined up for a while because of Carol’s death.”

Trevor used to be better at negotiations, but not when he’s at the disadvantage of not being alive. “We can afford to keep him for a week, right?”

“You make him sound like a puppy,” Sam states before taking a breath. “Fine, we can keep him for a week.”

“Yes!” Trevor yells, excitedly, doing his little T-Money thing as well.

He turns to leave and ignores Jay’s complaining about having a freeloader in their house for a week and still having to figure out how to get him to leave once the week is over because he’s got his brother for at least a week.

***

Trevor’s annoyed. It took all of a day before Sam went back on their deal about allowing Jeremy to stay for the week. Which results in Jay challenging Jeremy to a video game matchup that Jeremy should have no problem winning, but somehow is losing.

It’s right near the middle of the game when Jeremy asks, “How am I losing? This makes no sense.” He shakes his head. “Whatever. There's still time. Let's see how you like this.”

Somehow, Jay manages to block the play, again, causing both of them to yell, “Come on!”

Jeremy continues to say, “There's six plays. You pick mine every time.”

“I guess you're just really predictable,” Jay offers.

Jeremy’s shaking his head. “That's impossible. No one can guess right that many times.”

He’s right and that has Trevor looking around. “That is impossible. What's going on?” He looks from Hetty, who’s standing behind them to Sam, who passes on the play number to Jay. He stands up and stares at Hetty as he asks, “What the hell? Are you cheating?” “No. I swear. I was just picking my nose,” Hetty denies, despite knowing she would never do that.

He scoffs, upset that she would do this to him even though they broke up. “I don't even think we have boogers. This stops now.” He covers Jeremy’s controller with his hands so that Hetty can’t see the play. “Good luck cheating now, cheaters.”

Jeremy’s waiting for Jay to pick a play, but he’s definitely not able to cheat now.

“Hey. You gonna pick a play?” Jeremy asks Jay.

“Yes, I am. I'm just... thinking.”

“Trevor, you stop this at once,” Hetty states, firmly, expecting him to cave.

Not this time.

“You can't make me.”

“But I can,” Isaac says as if sounding like he has any power over Trevor as he moves around Sam to face Trevor. “Pachycephalosaurus charge!”

He runs at Trevor, who struggles not to laugh as he simply moves out of the way.

Isaac seems surprised, and yells, “He moved?!! Not fair!” as he falls through the wall!

Trevor grins, ‘cause he wins. He looks from Hetty to Sam, “No more cheating.”

Jay’s frowning as Sam lets him in on it, quietly. “Oh, it’s just me now…”

“What?” Jeremy asks.

“Nothing.”

***

The game continues, fairly now, and Trevor’s surprised that Hetty’s really getting into it.

“Oh, my God, this is tense. Jay is up two points with one minute to go!”

“Is this more exciting than watching walking?” Trevor teases.

“It is debatable.”

“You know, I got to say, you gave me a pretty good scare there, Jay,” Jeremy offers because he’s at the point where he knows he’s going to win.

“It's not over,” Jay counters.

“Isn't it? All I got to do is get in field goal position, where I am automatic.”

Trevor grins, excitedly. “My little brother's about to wipe your butt. That's right, I'm sticking with it. I'm making it a thing.”

“You know, there was a minute there where I thought I was actually gonna have to take over my dad's company, but now I can just keep living here,” Jeremy says with glee.

Trevor frowns since Jay never followed up with the ‘fired’ thing, he’s got no idea what’s going on. “Wait, what? Sam, what's he talking about?”

“I thought you said you were fired?” Sam questions.

“Yeah. For refusing to take over his company. I think Lenny was just trying to motivate me or something.”

“I don't understand,” Trevor states because none of this is making sense. “Why wouldn't you want to take over the company?”

“You don't love the lighting business?” Sam asks, trying to act curious so that he can get answers. At least it’s less obvious that it’s for a ghost.

“Oh, no. I freaking love lights. When you find that perfect grouping and fill a room with that magical glow, it's a godlike feeling.”

“So, then what's the problem?”

“Because my dad's just doing it to be nice. I'm not cut out to run anything. Trevor was the one with the head for business. I'd probably just screw it up,” Jeremy states, plainly.

Trevor feels a wave of sympathy for his kid brother. He knows that he always looked up to Trevor, but he never thought that Trevor’s abilities with business would make Jeremy feel… inadequate. Even if he did know that their dad expected to hand the business over to Trevor since he was the oldest.

“No, you wouldn't. You're a smart kid. You learned your haftarah in, like, a week.”

He wishes that Jeremy could actually hear him, see him, know that Trevor believes in him.

The moment is interrupted by Isaac storming into the room.

“That was an exterior wall. I fell two stories. I mean, I know we can't get hurt, but why didn't anyone come looking for me?” he pants. “What'd I miss?”

Clearly deciding that he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore since there’s no forthcoming support from Sam or Jay, Jeremy says, “All right, ten seconds to go. Time to kick this field goal and end it.”

Trevor, though, can’t let his brother continuing hiding here when he would be a great business owner. So, he needs to help Jay win (even if Jay hurts him).

“No. It's time for you to grow up, little brother,” Trevor states, even though he can’t hear him. Then, groaning, he licks his finger and gives his brother a wet willy just in time.

“No!” Jeremy yells.

“I won!” Jay yells.

There’s cheering from Hetty and Sam, while Isaac yells, “Huzzah!”

Jeremy is shaking his head. “What the hell just happened?”

“Your big brother just shoved you out of the nest,” Trevor states. Then he does a little small T-money sign. “T-Money.”

Sam’s grinning at him. “Nice work, Trevor.”

Everyone looks at her and she tries to cover, “Is what I would say if Jay's name were Trevor, which is a name that we've discussed a lot this weekend, hence the mix-up.”

Jeremy’s shaking his head. “No, no, I don’t believe it. Trevor’s here, isn’t he? And you can see him, can’t you?”

Trevor’s looking at Sam, confused and uncertain about what she’s going to do in this situation.

“I – why – why would you think that?”

“Well, for one, you’ve talked about Trevor a lot – you literally just said ‘nice work, Trevor’ a minute ago. For another, you’re always looking at areas where there’s no one, but as if someone spoke to you, like earlier when you looked above you when Jay and I were plotting our game. At that same time, there was a dinosaur book that was on the front desk facing away from you and yet, you were pulling the parts of it and flipping the pages. And of course, the wet willy I just got which makes no sense unless it was Trevor, the way you didn’t immediately deny it and… should I get into the strange things that happened last year?”

Throughout his entirety of laying it all out there, Trevor’s gotten more impressed with Jeremy and Sam’s looking more and more caught and appalled.

“Just say, yes, Sam,” Trevor states. “It’s obvious. Please say yes so that I can talk to him.”

Sam shakes her head and says, “Yes, you – you are absolutely right.”

“I KNEW it! I mean – I didn’t exactly know because I didn’t really believe in ghosts, but my parents were talking about how Trevor thought the divorce was his fault and how weird it was at the end there, and – yeah, anyway – so ghosts are real – and Trevor’s here?”

Jeremy’s so excited and so’s Trevor, and Sam’s just like resigned. “Yes, Trevor’s very much here. Has been here all along. And last year, we tried to get your parents back together because he was upset about the divorce and I said what I said because he was so sad… and anyway, he’s been very happy to have you here and really, really wanted you to stay – he kept asking if we could keep you –”

“What? I’m not a dog, bro,” Jeremy says to Trevor. Clearly, following Sam’s eyes to where Trevor’s standing.

“I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.”

Sam rolls her eyes. “Yeah, he didn’t mean it to come out that way, but it did.”

“Now that he knows, even though he’s going to leave – we can still keep him this week, right?” Trevor asks, giving his best puppy dog pleading look.

“As long as you don’t put me in the middle of any butt or boobs conversation, we can keep him this week,” Sam says, relenting.

“But I won,” Jay mumbles, as Jeremy says, “Again, not a dog, bro. And what’s going on?”

Trevor does his little T-Money thing as Sam explains, “Your brother kind of invested some money in the stock market and made us some money, that and the David thing and the Ari thing… he asked if you could stay for free this week and well, it’s… fair. He’s probably made us the most money even though I really prefer if he’d stop getting into our accounts and doing things that could’ve gone poorly for us.”

Jeremy is staring at her uncertainly. “I have so many questions.”

“Well, why don’t we sit down, and I’ll answer them.”

***

Eventually, Sam did tire of being the interpreter after explaining the long stories of what actually happened to Trevor, Sam’s fall, the Ari thing, the memorial, the David thing, and what had been going on so far. Since Trevor has gotten better with his power, they gave him the iPad so that he and Jeremy could still chat without her.

He tells him some of the ghosts’ stories and Jeremy fills him in on life without Trevor. It’s both heartbreaking and heartwarming that Jeremy missed him as much as Trevor missed Jeremy. But the important thing was that he could now talk to Jeremy whenever he wanted and now, he could tell him that he would be a fantastic leader of their dad’s company.

I never wanted you to feel like you weren’t good enough, Jdog. You were always great, and you’ll be amazing. Dad wouldn’t give it to you just ‘cause I died.

Jeremy nods. “I get that now. I think I’ve always just been afraid. You were a lot to live up to – even when you were gone. I figured it was better not try.”

Every time I think about my death, I always thought I was dumb but at least it was just me that was affected – aside from you all losing me. Figured you’d move on and be fine…

“Yeah, I mean – it was not knowing. If we’d known all along – by the way, I’m totally going to go off on Ari now. And you can’t stop me. I always hated that guy.”

I would defend him, but Sass is glaring me at me for even thinking about it.

Jeremy laughs and shakes his head. “Nice to know you’re at least not alone here. And yeah, he is the reason that we didn’t know you were officially dead for ages, so… yeah, I’m gonna go after him. He was always an asshat anyway.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, at least, it’s not too late.

“Exactly. It’s not too late. Anyway, at least now we have answers.”

Yeah, you do.

***

The week flies by given all of the things that they have to catch up on, but as Jeremy packs his car, he promises, “Don’t worry, we’ll still talk, and I’ll come back and visit soon.”

Trevor smiles. “Yeah, we will. Sam promises to let me have access to the iPad.”

“I didn’t actually do that at all,” Sam states, and at Jeremy’s confused face says, “But I will promise now that you can have access to the iPad as long as you don’t try to cat-phish anyone.”

“I never technically tried to cat-phish, it just kind of happened…”

“You still tried to sleep with Bela as a ghost!”

“But she KNEW I was a ghost – so, again, not cat-phishing! Besides, she liked me, too.”

“That’s not the point, Trevor!”

“You’re ruining a goodbye moment.”

She rolls her eyes and says, “Anyway. Yeah, he’ll be able to chat with you and your parents and you’re welcome to come back as long as you intend to pay next time.”

Jeremy grins. “I promise that I won’t pull any scams next time I visit, but since Trevor did save your business more than once, maybe you should a) consider asking for his advice because he’s pretty business savvy, and b) buy him an actual bed.”

Sam looks from him to Trevor.

“I didn’t ask him to say that, I swear!”

“Uh-huh, I totally believe you.” She turns back to Jeremy. “You make a good point whether or not he put you up to saying that. I’ll think about it.”

“Good, well,” he sighs. “It’s time to go.”

“You’ll do great, Jdog.”

Sam repeats what he says, and Jeremy smiles. “Thanks, Bro. Talk soon.”

“Promise. Goodbye baby bro!”

Jeremy laughs. “Bye, bro.”

With that, he gets in the car and takes off. Trevor knows that he can’t be seen, but he waves anyway, feeling a lot better than he did when his parents left last year. At least he can talk to them now, that’s far better than most of the other ghosts.

It’s perfect ending to his brother’s visit.

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13eyond13 · 2 months

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For book ask game, no. 13, 14, 18, 25, 26. Thx :D

Ooh thanks for sending me more book asks!

13. Name a book with a really bad movie/tv adaptation:

Watchmen (2009) by Zack Snyder was a pretty mediocre adaptation of the graphic novel by Alan Moore, from what I remember of both of them (haven't revisited either of them in a long time, but distinctly remember having this opinion back when I first read it... like oh ok, so THIS is what it's actually supposed to be like).

I feel like as a director Zack Snyder is very good at creating epic movie trailer moments or music videos with stylish visuals (this trailer for it looked pretty exciting to me at the time it was new):

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BUT then once you go to the theater and try to sit through one of his movies they usually just end up being just the most soulless drawn-out superficial and boring stuff, like watching a 3 hour long commercial. From what I remember a lot of the creative and innovative storytelling and the depth in the original Watchmen comic comes entirely from how it is presented to the reader on the page, too (with stuff like the layout of the panels and the stories-within-stories "Black Freighter" chapters that were cut out of the film entirely that cleverly parallel the present-day action, etc). Definitely recommend reading the graphic novel over watching this movie!

14. Name a book where the movie/tv adaptation is better than the original: Requiem for a Dream (2000) was a better experience as a crazy edgy depressing movie than it was as a novel by Hubert Selby Jr. to me:

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I first saw this movie without having any idea what to expect when I was about 16, and even though it's pretty shocking in parts and upsetting to watch I remember really loving it back then and thinking of it as one of my favourite films at the time (I think I had a higher tolerance for certain kinds of edgelord stuff in my stories back in those days sometimes too, haha). This movie has always felt bit like a comic or a live action horror cartoon to me somehow? I think that it kinda goes too far a bit and nearly verges on comedy instead of tragedy at the end due to just how absurd and nightmarish it gets, but perhaps that almost unbelievable heightenedness of it all is kind of why it often feels a bit like a comic or a cartoon to me, too. And I still think there's quite a bit here to enjoy even despite the edginess as well. I think the acting is often very good, the soundtrack and the sound effects and the stylish visuals are great, and that the whole thing effectively creates a lot of very strong emotions like tension and dread and tenderness and wistfulness and loneliness and horror. It's maybe the only Darren Aronofsky film I actually like?

HOWEVER whenever I read the book that it was based on a few years ago I could barely get past the stylistic choices of the writer to enjoy what was being said (he wrote it in the 70s in sort of a dated stream-of-consciousness type writing style without many paragraph breaks or any quotation marks for separating the dialogue or the inner monologue from the prose, which I just found really annoying and off-putting to read). And the part about the book I liked the best, which was the colourful and extremely memorable dialogue and the slang that the characters use, was taken almost verbatim from the book and brought to life well on the screen too, so the whole time I was reading it I was just wanting to hear it said by the movie characters again instead. idk, I think it's a movie I'd definitely watch again sometime, but not a book I'd ever read again. Just more entertaining and less of a slog that way.

18. Which character from a book is the most like you?

Oh, very good question! Hmm... there are certain characters I relate to a lot for various reasons, but i don't know if anybody would say I'm extremely like them, probably? Of the books I've read more recently I feel like I'm sort of a bit of a Frodo character or something, maybe... his personality and his peaceful lifestyle before he gets sent on his adventure just feel very much like how I'd probably be living and socializing with everybody in the Shire myself, and the way he handles stuff like the burden of the ring on him and his reasons for doing things and how he worries about his friends who insist on sticking by his side and acts sort of secretive and more reserved feels relatable to me as well.

25. If you could be a character from a book for just one day who would you be and why? (Bonus: any specific day in the story?)

I want to be Wilbur the pig from Charlotte's Web getting a buttermilk bath and then eating the trough full of leftovers he gets (as a kid I remember thinking the lengthy descriptions of all the table scraps he was eating sounded really good for some reason, and the buttermilk bath sounded delicious to me as well lol).

26. If you could be a character from a book for their entire life who would you be and why?

I think it'd be pretty fun to be Lestat from the Vampire Chronicles because from what I remember he never feels guilty or angsty about much for too long, and he just knows how to have a good time no matter what. Even when he gets super bored or super depressed and then goes catatonic for a while he always eventually manages to bounce back and find something or someone new and interesting to get enthusiastic about and involved with again. He experiences things deeply and in an open-minded way while still never getting too burnt out by it or jaded about it either. If ever I were cursed to become immortal then I think his is the kind of personality that would make it the most enjoyable, anyway.

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day 4: blindfolds

kard 1.1k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Jeon Jiwoo NSFW

🖤 warnings: vague dom/sub dynamics, biting/marking, absolutely no kink negotiation at all but it's cool 🖤

🎂 happy jiwoo day~

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She's a menace.

Some things never change, and Jiwoo's ability to throw you for a loop is one of those.

You inhale shakily as her long nails brush over the small of your back, a gentle touch. She might be standing behind you now. You really can't tell. You lost track of her ages ago.

"Still okay?"

Her deep voice is calm as ever, and you nod.

You'd come home from work late. Home to your apartment, but it's not rare to find her there without you, using her girlfriend privileges to their fullest. And tonight, that's exactly what she'd done.

You came home, and there she was, sitting on your couch. Still in her clothes from the day, baggy designer pants and a men's shirt that hangs so big, it looks like she stole it from someone twice her size (you have an idea of whom). Her face is bright and clear, makeup-free for once, and she's smiling.

"I got you something."

Admittedly, you'd stopped paying close attention to the goings-on when she kissed you, when she threaded those long nails into your hair, raked over your scalp.

Your clothes vanished, at some point. That's fine, though. You never mind putting on a show for her.

She teased you, loving gentle touches that only stoked your excitement. She complimented you until you were practically burning up with self-consciousness.

And then, somehow, you ended up like this.

"Traffic lights," she reminded you.

Her smile was small but victorious as she moved closer, and then...

Silky and lightweight, dark fabric.

The blindfold is luxurious, and comfortably snug without being too tight, but damn is it effective. It's big enough that you can't even see the hints of light coming in around the edges, can't really make out the folds of fabric right in front of your eyes.

You appreciated the reminder that you could safeword at any time (whoever transformed the traffic light colors into a baseline safeword system for forgetful and distractable people like you is a hero who you will never repay).

You also know that you have no intention of doing that.

"You should use your words."

"I'm okay," you say.

It's more of a croak, since you've been quiet for an inestimable amount of time.

Without your eyes, you're relying on your ears to track your girlfriend. She had slippers on for a while, the gentle shuffling of them against the floor serving as a great aid until she realized what you were doing and took them off.

You have to track her, because she's always on the move.

One side to the other, around you. A touch here, a kiss there. The tickle of her hair against the soft skin of your stomach as she leaned down and-

"How - how long?" you ask.

"How long what?"

She sounds way too amused.

You pout. "How much longer?"

Not that you want the game to stop, but you're sure that you're painting quite the picture right now.

Nude, in the center of the room, standing obediently. Feet shoulder-width apart. Hands clasped behind your back. The way that you should stand, if asked.

You're not supposed to touch her. You're definitely not allowed to see her. And of course, the anticipation is the point.

But you want her.

"How long do you think?" she asks.

You know what the right answer would be, if you wanted things to continue down this road. Get more extreme, really step into some roles. But you're tired, tonight. This is enough, as it is.

"Not too long."

Even to your own ears, your voice is small.

Jiwoo is a menace, but she's a menace who loves you.

She doesn't tease you anymore. She also doesn't make you do it by yourself, the way she might on another day, just to see your struggle without the use of one of your senses. No, tonight, she folds her hand into yours, and gently tugs until you take a step.

Two, three, four steps, and then her soft hands, the gentle press of her nails into your skin, as she guides you to sit. Your mattress creaks under you, a familiar and welcome kind of sound.

She has you lay down, too, on your back among your own pillows and bedcovers. It's gentle, and fond, and you can feel her oversized shirt and the ends of her hair as she leans down over you.

And then she bites you. On the shoulder.

Not hard. Not to hurt, of course. Not even to bruise. Just to switch it up. Just to hear the way that you gasp, like she knew you would, and to jolt back from the sudden warmth of her mouth, the dig of her teeth into the curve of your shoulder.

"Ow!" you protest, anyway.

"Oh, that didn't hurt," she says.

She's already licking a trail from the tingling spot where she'd taken a bite to the much more ticklish dip of your throat.

"Can I touch?" you ask.

You're a little desperate to get your hands on her, after all this time. Sure, being horizontal is a welcome reprieve from the tightness in your muscles from standing prettily for her, but still. She's the one having all the fun.

"If you can find me," she teases.

Her mouth disappears from your throat, the warmth of her gone from your side.

"Unfair."

"Nobody ever said I was fair," she replies.

Ugh. Her voice is across the room, now. You should've kept your mouth shut. She's a menace, after all.

You listen carefully, for a moment. There's a squeak of a door, rustling fabric, and a soft kind of clatter, like wood or plastic hitting together.

"Wrinkled already," she mutters.

She's hanging up your work clothes.

"Right now?!" you ask, desperation making you snap at her more than you usually would in this position.

"They're wrinkled already," she repeats, like that settles it.

"But what about-"

"I might even have to iron this."

She wouldn't dare.

Except she absolutely would. Having you wait here like this while she does chores or some shit. Blindfolded, knowing that if you give up on her game, she won't give you anything at all. Knowing that if you hold out, she'll fuck you up in the best way, like she does every time.

And the thing is, you're so fucking turned on.

You have been this whole time, only getting worse the longer she lets the anticipation grow. You know she can see it, exactly how badly you want her.

You're so wrapped up in the possibility that she's going to walk out and make the game extend indefinitely that you don't even notice she's approached you again until she touches you.

One hand tweaks your nipple, and her teeth sink into your other shoulder. Like she's just trying to make them match.

"How long do you think you can last?"

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bunbeeplays · 24 days

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 1

It's time for Ophelia and Xander's joint bachelor/ette party! The Watcher was too excited to get started to take establishing screenshots of The Lemon Drop, but Xander closed early for the night so they'd have the perfect party spot!

Marcie: Penny? What are you doing in this save?

Penny: …I live here?

Marcie: And where's Kyle?

Penny: I don't know what the hell a "Kyle" is but my wife Miko is like 10 feet away if this is some weird flirting tactic.

Marcie: Oh, no, sorry. You just look a lot like my best friend Penny Pizzazz. And you're also apparently named Penny Pizzazz.

Penny: Understandable mistake. Pizzazz is a pretty common name. Your friend sounds pretty, though.

Summer's always danced to the beat of her own drum!

And she took her heels off so she could dance easier. I definitely didn't delete the CC shoes I put on her and then forget to give her new ones. I'm killing it over here, gang.

Xander tries to tap the keg he hauled in, but the tap ends up flying off.

Drew: You're a bartender, dude! How do you not know how to tap a keg?

Xander: I'm used to mixing and pouring, not tapping! And Ophelia and I pre-gamed a little so maybe I'm already kind of buzzed.

Keg successfully tapped!

Xander: All right, who wants to do a keg stand with the future Mr. Lemon?

Ophelia doesn't hear this declaration because she's too busy demanding to dance battle Joaquin. He's certainly down for it!

Xander somehow convinces Drew to help him with a keg stand, even though they insist they're not strong enough to hold him up that long.

Xander: I trust you!

Drew: I don't think this is a trust issue but whatever, man.

Well, that's about how I imagined it going.

Damn, even the bartender came over to laugh at him. Tough crowd.

From the other side of the room, Marcie and Ophelia are still able to witness that fail.

Ophelia: OMW, what a dork.

Marcie: You must feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying that specimen.

Marcie: What do we owe Hilary and Greta for watching the kids?

Ophelia: Nothing. Jace was so excited to have some boys his age to play with, and Greta's probably having fun with the girls. Just don't be too mad if Violet comes home with black coffin-shaped nails.

Marcie: Deal.

Marcie: So the big day's tomorrow. You nervous?

Ophelia: Yes and no, I guess? I feel all fluttery about it but I'm just excited to get married.

Marcie: Understandable! I felt the same way, but it was a perfect day. Your day will be too, I know it.

Marcie: The kids had so much fun with you guys. Violet kept talking about playing in the splash pad with "O'fia".

Ophelia: She's precious, they all are. The girls especially were giving me baby fever.

Marcie: Just as I planned.

Ophelia: What?

Marcie: Nothing.

Marcie: Do you really think you want kids soon?

Ophelia: I don't know, I think so? I know Xander wants kids and so do I, but he's got the bar, I've got the band. How would we make it work?

Marcie: You find a way. It wasn't always easy for me and Joaquin, but it's been worth it.

Speaking of Joaquin, Xander's going for round two with his new fellow goofball bestie!

Travis: Come on, dude, are you trying to get killed before your wedding?

You're just jealous The Watcher made you and Becca get married off-screen, Travis!

What's that quote about doing the same thing and expecting different results? Xander should probably look it up when he's not so juiced.

Ophelia: Can't wait to tell my future kids about this night, they'll be so proud of their daddy.

Joaquin: BWAHAHA you should have seen your face, man!

As Joaquin doubles over laughing, Xander hobbles back onto his feet.

Xander: I should have given your kids ice cream before sending them back to you.

Joaquin: Those kids are chaotic no matter how much sugar you feed them!

Ophelia: I'm gonna make sure he's okay. And get myself another drink.

Marcie: Be sure you're drinking plenty of water!

Ophelia: Water? I hardly know her!

Ophelia laughs at her dumb joke, then also laughs as she fake applauds Xander.

Ophelia: That was quite the show! Mwah!

After another drink, Ophelia gets back on the dance floor to show off her moves, only to smack herself in the face in the process.

Ophelia: OWWWW

Drew: Party foul!

Ophelia: As my fake dad, aren't you supposed to support me?

Drew: Not when you're doing rookie shit, kiddo.

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taleasnewastime · 2 years

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Hi! I love what if I love you too much, thank you for writing it 💕 a request I have - Jungkook comes over to spend the evening/night with Oc and Zac, they’re all hanging out and playing games and being cute as a family 🥹, Jk spends the night and he and Oc keep trying to be intimate and have sex but Zac keeps interrupting for some reason or another? Can end however you want, and feel free to change some things if you want :) hope that makes sense, thank you so much!

I'm sorry this took so long to answer! But thank you for reading and requesting. Here it is. I hope you like it.

Word count: 600

Warnings: Kissing? Reader is worrying as per, not much else I don't think.

There are board games all over the floor. Pieces of frustration scattered when Zac got excited that he won and knocked the game over in his celebration. And cards mixed among them when Zac threw them in his annoyance at losing. You never wanted to just let him win, there’re life lessons in losing as well as winning. But you also hate seeing him upset.

It was at that point that you suggested someone might be tired and should head off to bed. Which, unsurprisingly, only made him more upset.

It took both of you to coax him into his pyjamas and then under the covers. Jungkook carrying the screaming child while you got his things out to change into and helped him brush his teeth while Jungkook got a story out.

You have to admit, you make a good team. Bedtime is made a little easier when you’re not having to do it alone.

Which is how you find yourself, nearly an hour later, straddling Jungkook’s lap, the pieces of the scattered games long forgotten.

It started off innocent enough. That’s to say Jungkook put the TV on and rather than watch it the two of you sat immersed in each other instead. However tired you find yourself at the end of a day, you find you can always sit and talk to Jungkook. You weren’t talking about anything interesting, catching up on each other’s lives, which is what led to your lips being on his, because that’s far more interesting and entertaining. At which point you decided to sit on his lap rather than the sofa, you’re not sure.

It's a lazy make out session, your favourite. Kisses exchanged and then sentences mumbled against each other’s lips.

His hands are loosely on your waist. Yours dangling around his neck. Your noses almost never losing contact.

That is until you hear a voice shouting upstairs.

“Mummy!”

Though it’s obviously come from his room, you still jump a mile in the air, pushing away from Jungkook as if you’ve been caught doing more. Jungkook doesn’t help matters, a light laugh leans him as his hands remain on your hips, helping stop you from at least falling over.

Thoughts of what if things were different run through your mind. What if Zac had seen you? You were only kissing, but this whole thing is still so new, sure Jungkook has started coming here more, has made sleeping over a more regular thing. But you’re still so conscious of Zac and his feelings and not wanting to let him think he’s being push out somehow. So sure, it was only kissing, but you still don’t want Zac to be scared with that image for the rest of his life.

“Mummy!”

The shout sounds out again, louder, more worried and you know next time he’ll be getting up and out of bed.

Jungkook takes you hand in his, runs his thumb across your knuckles. His face no longer holds a smile but a more calming look, one that tells you he’s worried but is trying to hide it.

“You ok or want me to come help?”

You shake your head, twist your hand so you can squeeze his. “No it’s alright.”

“Ok, well hurry back,” he pauses then adds, “but maybe we’ll wait a bit longer this time? You know, make sure we’re a bit safer from possible prying eyes.”

You could kiss him. So you do. Leaning down you quickly press a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away and turning to leave. He always knows exactly what you need to hear.

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Right Where You Left Me | Chapter 5

Series masterlist

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader | Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Singer!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: Your debut single puts you in the spotlight and one night you meet a redhead who will turn your world around. How will both of your jobs affect your relationship?

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay but I was swamped with uni paperwork.

For the purpose of this fic, please imagine every song title as written by the character. English is not my first language so there might be some errors.

A few days had gone by since you finished the tour, but you were still in a deep state of bliss, reminiscing the memories of the last few weeks. You were afraid that it wasn’t real, that somehow you were going to wake up and realize that it was all a dream. After witnessing the response of the fans to the hours of work you put into that project, how could you not? So, you held tightly to those moments.

On top of all that, there was a certain redhead that occupied your mind. The two of you seemed to get closer to each other. Since the last concert, your schedules have lined up more frequently thanks to you being done with the tour. Natasha took a step back from auditioning for a new role and decided to have a few weeks off. That didn’t mean if something were to be sent to her, she would immediately turn it down; it was her job, after all, she just wanted a break from the hustle. The want to have her closer resulted from the time you were apart. The actress’ house soon became the place where you spent most of your time, barely setting foot in your apartment, only to get a few things every now and then. Moving in was just a matter of time, and it was no surprise when Nat asked you. You were filled with excitement though doing so in the middle of the LA summer was not the brightest idea. You were thankful Natasha had a pool to cool off after a day of carrying the boxes with your belongings. Once you settled in, Nat wanted to take you on a date to the fair and you agreed. The evening was spent walking around from booth to booth, trying the different rides, and eating delicious food.

"Come on! You've tried every single game booth and haven't won me anything. I'm not going to stand here and watch you lose again," you sigh crossing your arms in front of you.

"Oh, I see how it is. You only want me for the gifts. Not because I'm charming, gorgeous, and kindhearted.” She answers, putting her right hand on her chest feigning hurt. “Alright, don't mind me. If I win, the stuffy will be for me and only me." The redhead adds, holding her head high, confident in her skills.

To your dismay, Natasha ends up winning and rubs it in your face. That leaves you in a grumpy mood for the rest of the date. When you’re making your way to the car, the green-eyed gives you the prize just to see you light up.

"You know you didn't have to. I'm not mad at you for not winning me something before”

"Yeah, but the face you made after I gave it to you was priceless my love"

That was two weeks ago. You were in the living room waiting for Natasha to finish touching up. The sound of footsteps against the wood indicates that she is coming down the stairs. She is wearing black jeans, a white tank top and some boots, an outfit very similar to the one she wore on your first date. Given that you wanted to revel in the time you spend together now that both of your schedules allowed you, you decided to do date nights every couple of weeks. You would take turns to plan each week, instantly becoming a thing between the two of you. This week it was supposed to be your turn but, apparently, Natasha had an idea that couldn’t wait, so you agreed on switching turns.

“If we don’t hurry, we’re going to be late,” Natasha states.

“Oh yeah, wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” you tease. The redhead rolls her eyes at your, but you see a smile appearing on her face.

“Why are you so worried all of a sudden?” You ask, curiosity taking over you. You see her nervousness come out for a split second before she confidently walks over to the passenger’s door and opens it for you.

“I have a surprise first and I don’t want to be late.”

“Another one?” You ask looking down at the jersey you were wearing. Natasha had given you the jersey of your favorite team, Angel City, to wear to the game. To say that you were bewildered was an understatement. You wanted to go to one of their games, but you didn’t seem to find the time. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the redhead’s gesture. Surely, you’d mentioned sometime that you were a football fan, but you never imagined that Natasha would pay any attention to it.

You stop your brain before you get lost in your train of thought and focus on your girlfriend. Even though the green-eyed is driving she still manages to hold your hand. You steal a few glances throughout the drive and when Nat catches you one time, your cheeks instantly turn red, and you hide your face; she squeezes your hand twice to let you know that you shouldn’t feel embarrassed. Although you’ve been together for quite a while, sometimes you can’t help but act shy. Deep down you know that she noticed all the other times you looked at her, but she deliberately chose not to say anything.

The car comes to a halt. You and Natasha get out of the car and make your way inside the stadium. You take a quick look around, the fans outside are chanting, some are playing at the fan zone, and others are waiting for the gates to open. The atmosphere is amazing, and the game hasn’t even started. Natasha shows the guard the two passes, he nods and guides you inside. You walk through the stadium halls hand in hand. You try to take in all the details and decorations displayed. You’re too engrossed in them that you don’t notice where you’ve stopped. Your jaw drops when the field comes in sight. Natasha chuckles at your reaction, but you fail to acknowledge it, still in awe at the breathtaking view.

After a moment, you take a deep breath to calm down. Nat is watching you, a look of adoration and a warm smile plastered on her face.

“Where’s the so important surprise?” You lift an eyebrow.

“She is heading towards here.” At her words, you turn around and you watch a figure coming your way. When she gets closer your eyes widen as realize who she is, Christen Press. The Christen Press, team captain and US national team player.

You introduce yourselves and immediately start praising her skills and telling her about all the times you stayed up watching the games when you were younger.

After a pleasant but rather short conversation, where you totally stayed composed and were not fangirling over her, you take some quick photos before Christen has to go.

“Well, it was so nice to meet you, girls but I need to go change now.” She gives you one last smile and a small wave before walking away.

You and Natasha take a couple of pictures together before making your way to your seats. It is then that you let out a squeal of excitement that you’ve been repressing since you shook Christen’s hand.

“I can’t believe what’s just happened. How did you manage to do this?” You ask in disbelief.

“I have friends in high places,” she winks at you as you sit on your respective seats in the loge box. The location gives you just enough privacy and a spectacular view of the pitch.

At halftime, you quickly slip off to the bathroom and get some food. Meanwhile, Natasha is on her phone, checking the few notifications she has when suddenly Yelena’s name pops up with a message “have you seen this???” A frown makes its way to her face. Intrigued, and confused by it, she instantly goes into her convo to see what the blond is referring to. She is taken aback when she notices that the message is followed by a link. Yelena is not one to text much as she’d rather call or facetime, so Natasha is concerned with her sister's change of behavior. She clicks on the link, and it instantly opens to an article published less than 15 minutes ago. As if she wasn’t already absorbed in this whole thing, the headline catches her attention even more.

Natasha Romanoff and spotted being too close at the Los Angeles game

A photo of the two of you that had to be taken just a few moments after the game started is attached below. This is what she most feared when she started dating you; the stories they’d make up, the speculation that comes once people find out about your relationship, the unwanted opinions from the tabloids, etc. She was trying to keep you out of it, but she didn’t do a good job. The redhead has dealt with the Paparazzi since the early stages of her career, and she got used to being photographed here and there. Nonetheless, the intruding articles about her private life were what she mostly hated about being a celebrity.

When you come back, you notice a shift in Nat’s behavior. When you take your seat, she doesn’t wrap her arm around your shoulders as she did before, you try to wave it off. Soon, you became more aware of the lack of warmth, you could no longer feel the soft touches against your skin. The absence of Natasha’s affection had a bigger effect on you than you’d like. What started as an incredibly lovely evening turned out to be you would not like to repeat.

The rest of the game went by rapidly. The actress continued being distant over the second part leaving you in a down mood, hurt by her actions or rather the lack of it. As soon as you step in your house, you confront her.

“What is going on with you? One minute we’re fine and the next it feels as if I’m not your girlfriend,” you question.

“Nothing,” she quietly answers.

“Then why did you act as if you were repulsed by me?" You utter, your voice breaking.

“It’s nothing,” She insists.

“Don't lie to me.” You couldn’t exactly what has made her like that, but you were determined to find out.

“I don’t want you to go through this. The media, fans, everybody writing and having an opinion on if you are good enough for me, if we go out, if we are apart; it’s too much.” She finally admits what’s been bothering her.

“Am I not old enough to decide what I can or can’t handle?” You scold and put some distance between the two of you.

“I never said you couldn’t,” she scoffs and crosses her arms in front of her.

“No, but you implied it when you made the decision of taking your anger on me and suddenly acted as if I were nothing to you.” Your words come out harshly, your tone not once faltering. It seems to have its effect as it finally downs on her how badly she’s treated you since she saw the article.

“I guess everyone expects me to be perfect, to be a role model for little kids, and I can’t mess up. I feel like the world is expectant of every move I make. I’m tired of them meddling in my life.”

“That still doesn’t excuse your behavior. I won’t let you treat me like that again.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She apologizes, voice full of regret. “I shouldn’t have taken my frustrations on you. You don’t deserve the way I treated you, much less the words I said to you.” She looks down, embarrassed by her own actions. “I didn’t want the tabloids to talk shit about you, to make your life difficult.”

“Babe, look at me." She looks you in the eye. "Next time you can’t let it get that far. You know you can talk to me about anything." You take one of her hands into yours. "You can’t let what others say influence the decisions you make. I know how dedicated to your job you are and I admire you for it but it’s time you live without being held back by it.”

She squeezes your hand and you pull her in for a hug, knowing that she's still processing your words. It'll take time to adjust to it, but you will. When you're finally in bed, you can’t help but wonder if this is how your relationship would be from now on, if Natasha’s careless side would be replaced by the coldness she displayed today. If she will suppress her worries about what people might write about you. An unsettling feeling sinks in my stomach at the thought of it. Your thoughts soon dissipate as sleep takes over.

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simultaneously interested and kind of excited for the remake even just in terms of graphics ([taps my fingers together] high resolution graphics of the boss that still look decent and not uncanny valley please please please please please i'm nothing... i'm not even gonna state the obvious other hope) and absolutely fucking terrified (i'll be honest volgin genuinely scares me and the pachislot version was bad enough i do not need him to get better graphics i need him to get worse graphics. i want this man to look like he came out of the original metal gear solid and i want all of his voice lines to be replaced by sound clips of adults talking in peanuts cartoons <- insane)

but everything else too really. like what if they fuck up the graphics, yes, but also what if they fuck up the voice acting. what if they somehow manage to make their 'hilarious' homophobic joke even worse. but on the other hand. what if they improve those things too. it could go either way

really though the trailer should have showed more characters to settle all our nerves like come on. come ON.

^ sorry for the monologue i've been dying about this since i found out

yesss i'm nervous about what they're gonna do to the boss and eva too, based off snake they're not going exactly with the pachislot models but they still could be close to them and i really don't like eva's like. who!! is she!! i don't know but it's not my eva </3 she needs her dark circles and her bumpy nose

(also i realised ocelot's is kinda? based on his mgsv model i think and i don't want them to go that route because as much as i love all ocelots, mgsv is the least visually ocelotlike of them all to me)

remake volgin is actually a video of a live action hand puppet that plays every time he's on screen, we never see him interact with anyone directly he just flails around and then it cuts away and snake goes flying like he's been punched

that developer announcement said the game will feature the original actors but it's not really clear if that means original voice acting completely or getting the old actors back to record it all again. the first option seems more likely if they're promising all the original voice actors, but if it's more like... a majority of them are coming back and some have been replaced then i guess it could be the latter. and if it's all original voice acting i guess they won't be adding/changing any cutscenes, but new voice acting would allow them to do that (not sure if they would though considering kojima wouldn't be directing any of the new stuff) i'm also curious about the mocap. whether they're gonna record new stuff based off the original scenes or change the facial animations so they match up with english dialogue and stuff like that

i'm too attached to the original voice acting to want anything new but in the end it is a remake and even if it all sucks no one's stopping me from going back to the original lol

but yeah i hope they can show some more characters next to satisfy our curiosity... just some renders or something... Please

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TORI KELLY - "CUT"

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Alex brings us some UK garage not actually from the UK...

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Alex Ostroff: At the end of the first year without any regular Singles Jukebox coverage, the prospect of selecting just one track for Amnesty Week was daunting. Should I choose a fun quirky pop-rap track that reflected the continued importance of TikTok in drawing attention to new music in 2023? Or maybe a pop-country break-up anthem that draws equally from 'Tim McGraw' and 'We Belong Together' that would have been Jukebox catnip back in 2009 but can't seem to break through in 2023? Or maybe yet another British attempt to revive the spirit of R&B girl groups? Ultimately, I picked Tori Kelly's "cut" - a track that I suggested was an American big-pop-chorus approach to PinkPantheress' UK garage revivalism in an earlier Amnesty Week blurb. But while there are undeniable 2step influences here (the first single from Tori's 2023 EP samples Craig David directly), "cut" functions equally as millennium pop revivalism. Darkchild and Timbaland both get writing credits, although presumably just for the vibe that Kelly and producer Jon Bellion are trying to evoke and the ad-libs that Timbaland added when they sent him the track. For years, I couldn't tell you the first thing about Tori Kelly's music. She seemed to be one of those artists with an incredible voice who was perpetually singing as part of award show tributes, but who never settled into a clear artistic identity; cursory research indicates that she yo-yoed from a 2015 Max Martin-produced debut to two explicitly Christian gospel albums to acoustic YouTube performances. There's nothing particularly novel or boundary-pushing about "cut": a trilling acoustic guitar loop, garage drums, arpeggiated violins, Timbo mumbling in the background, Tori jumping the octave for the final chorus, an onomatopoeiac hook that tries to evoke the sound of a skipping heartbeat. But it somehow embedded itself in my brain all autumn and never let up. "cut," and the rest of this year's Tori EP, made me sit up and pay attention to Tori Kelly for the first time a full eight years into her career -- and made me actively excited to see what she does next. [9]

Katherine St Asaph: Timbaland jumping on a trend in 2023, and Tori Kelly jumping on a trend at any time, is probably a sign that the trend is on its way out. The returns haven't totally diminished, though. [6]

Micha Cavaseno: When UK garage touched US shores, a lot of the forms were unrecognizable compared to the source material -- Craig David's "Fill Me In" is one thing, but "7 Days" isn't exactly bubble & squeak. I would like to say that there was a big period of us dancing to Monsta Boy or Masters of Ceremony just so my own nerdy adolescent pursuits felt a little more valid, but no, I'm pretty sure we just listened to Blu Cantrell and that Mary J. Blige comeback record around that time. So really, I'm just fascinated at anyone from the US deciding to emulate a style that's so comparatively niche. As far as retro-UKG from the last few years, it's definitely not hitting "One Kiss" levels, nor is it even Jorja quality, but maybe that's the consequence of things getting lost in translation. [7]

Aaron Bergstrom: Tori gives it a valiant effort, but this still sounds like the batteries slowly running out on a Timbaland Speak & Spell. [4]

Taylor Alatorre: A second-string Timbaland beat scores some major points off the bench, assisted by Tori Kelly's infectious enthusiasm at being allowed on a Timbaland beat of any sort. One can choose to dismiss Tori as Ariana Grande for church moms who did the math on "34+35," or one can choose to celebrate her for that same reason. Her brand of pop soul is clean in more than one sense of the word -- witness how she skims across those challenging vocal phrases like they're beginners' exercises, or how she uses the pauses in the production to turn a lead-in to the chorus into a game of musical jump rope. Let's not agonize over the fact that the definitive slumber party music of two decades ago is now reappearing as adult contemporary; instead, let's call it incremental progress. [8]

Brad Shoup: Howling at the possibility that Timbaland is going to become a hired-gun ad-lib guy, like how a few years back everyone was hiring Nile Rodgers to strum a little. At least Nile gets some co-production credits! [6]

Nortey Dowuona: The skipping garage drums are well mixed. They slip underneath Tori's voice comfortably and bind it tightly, spinning in a dervish across the chorus. The boxy bassline synth below it is a nice counterpoint to the topline synths, which are surprisingly thinned out by reverb and EQ once the last chorus kicks in. It's a good idea and a good choice, but not something you will remember once you stop listening. [6]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: The sound effect at the beginning of the chorus is so bizarre that multiple times while listening to this, I literally looked around to check whether there was a pipe that was emitting steam, a large man sighing slowly, or a freezer opening. Aside from that, "Cut" is expertly crafted pop reminiscent of the early 2000s, each motif stitched together tightly with Tori Kelly's adept voice. [7]

Ian Mathers: I wish they'd built out the "singing the drum part" bit into the chorus, because it's better and more distinctive than the actual chorus. [6]

Oliver Maier: Lots of fun if not especially sticky. Not often does a pop song feel like it's distinctly missing a guest rap verse, but such is the void that opens up at around 2:18. [7]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: "I'm glad she's having fun" is classic smug pan verbiage but this genuinely works because Tori Kelly is having a lot of fun! It still never breaks through to be anything more than really really good Timbaland/Darkchild cosplay, but I'm not sure if it aspires to anything greater either. [7]

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