#i haven’t opened memberships in a while

[loveharlow]

SEVEN - 006

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[7.4k] based on 1x06.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mild violence, gun violence/graphic depictions of gun use, mentions of drowning, arguing, entrapment, references to mild bullying

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A/N‧₊˚ Idk if y'all can tell but I be eatin the kie x sarah x reader drama up when i'm writing like it's too fun to write

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“SORRY, YOU’RE STAYING WHERE?” Kiara asked grabbing a tray of food as John B leaned against the counter and you trailed behind her with a pitcher of drinks. The Wreck had opened for the day not too long ago.

“Tannyhill.” He said shortly, eyes wide and unexpecting as he leaned his forearms on the counter.

“So, you’re living with Sarah Cameron.” Kie said with a tight-lipped grimace. 

“Look, the only reason I’m living there is ‘cause her dad bailed me out, alright?” The Routledge boy reassured, following you both out to the table where JJ and Pope were lounging inside of The Wreck. “And it’s way better than foster care which, by the way, is where I was about to go.”

“So, do you have membership to the clubs now?” Pope perked up curiously, legs kicked up on the wooden surface. Kiara sat the tray of fries down while you poured the drinks into each respective cup before taking a stand behind JJ’s chair that was next to Pope’s, leaning your arms over it as you bent nonchalantly behind him, stealing a fry from his hand over his shoulder.

“I don’t know, Pope.”

“What about those golf carts they drive around? You get one of them?” He questioned again, amusement in his brown eyes. “Does it come with a sweater vest or do you have to buy one of your own?”

“Look, you promised.” Kiara cut in disappointedly, returning back to the original topic of conversation. “You said you weren’t with her…” John B just shrugged as if he wasn’t caught in a lie.

“Bro, just own it. She’s got you.” JJ scoffed. 

Kiara just ignored the blonde. “If you wanna hang out with her, that’s fine. But I’m letting you know that I’m not doing anything with Sarah.” She continued on, affirming the boy. 

“Do you guys see her here?” JB cut in shortly, annoyed. “No? Right, okay. A little focus would be fantastic. We’ve got the map, right?”

“It’s out of whack ‘cause the guy was ganja’d when he drew it.” JJ piped in. 

“It’s more so due to the fact that the coast has changed.” You offered, looking down at the blonde. “But it deffo looks like he drew it after ingesting a whole eddie and downing half a bottle of Everclear.”

“We just have to look for the landmarks that haven’t changed.” Pope spoke to no one in particular as he surveyed the map. 

“What about the old forts?”

“Battery Jasper.” Kiara threw out with full confidence. Pointing to a clear spot on the map in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Looks were shared around the table before everyone shrugged, you all hopping up and heading outside of The Wreck and into The Twinkie.

“WE’RE IN BATTERY, RIGHT HERE.” Pope had the map pressed up against a rock, still reading it as the remaining four of you looked out at the expanse of land in front of you. Nothing but grass and trees for miles. “So if this is parcel nine, then it’s somewhere northeast of here. Over there.” He concluded, pointing ahead.

“That’s not Tannyhill,” JJ began, squinting his eyes. “That’s a subdivision.”

“Tannyhill Plantation was the entire island.” John B told him. “Over time, it got sold into smaller pieces.”

“So we’re looking for an old stone wall…” Pope pondered, heading back into the van without a word. The rest of you simply followed, loading into the van with JB as the driver and following Pope’s verbal lead. “The road should split up here. You’re gonna take a left.” He said after a few minutes of driving.

John B made an unnecessarily sharp left turn, sending the three of you in the backseat flying against the wall of the Twinkie. After a few curses and groans, you looked to see what was stone wall. “This is it.” Pope claimed.

“Are you kidding me?” Kiara exclaimed, hopping out of the van as the rest of you followed. Looking up at the house, it was immediately recognizable.

“The Crain House?” You asked incredulously, eyes wide and jaw slack.

“Worst-case scenario.” JJ quipped. “I heard that Mrs. Crain buried her husbands head on the property.”

“Honestly, I don’t really believe the stories about this place.” John B shrugged, taking the first step and leading the group through the thick mess of greenery that led up to the house itself. You were constantly swatting leaves and branches out of your field of vision as you walked.

“Which stories did you hear?” JJ inquired.

“The one where she killed her husband with an axe and that she’s been holed up ever since.” Kiara replied. “On certain nights, when the moon is full, you can see her in the windooow.” She teased, wiggling her fingers in a spooky motion. 

“Okay, it’s not funny ‘cause it’s all true. I swear to God, guys, this is all real. I knew Hollis.” JJ preached. 

“Hollis Crain? The daughter?” You asked, tilting your head in his direction as you dodged a branch. 

“Yeah. She was my babysitter.” He told you, holding up the next branch for you to walk under, releasing it just in time to swat Pope in the forehead. “She told me all about it. About her mother, what happened in the house. As a kid, she heard all these stories about how her mother had killed her father. Hollis didn’t believe it. Until that night…” He trailed off.

You groaned at his dramatics, stopping in your tracks to cross your arms and shift your weight. “What night?” You asked, feeding into JJ’s theatrics.

“When Hollis was six years old, she heard her parents arguing downstairs. So, she goes down there to see her mom washing her hands in a sink full of blood. Her mother says she just cut her finger. Next morning? She says her father and her split up. But then, Hollis noticed something — her mother going in and out of the parlor constantly, hands full of plastic bags. Weeks pass and Hollis decides to use the outhouse. And as she’s using it, she looks down, and there, in the outhouse, is her father’s head looking straight back at her.”

“...You are so full of shit.” John B protested, throwing his head back and walking off.

“Wait! Dude…” JJ grabbed his best friend by the shoulder. “You sure you wanna do this? She’s an axe murderer and… you got a cast on.” 

“I don’t give a shit, JJ.” John B said angrily. “I’ve got nothing to lose, right?” He threw the blonde’s words back at him. “You guys comin’ or what?” He spat before continuing his journey further onto the Crain property, the rest of you reluctantly following.

Stopping in what seemed to be a garden just a handful of feet from the front door, John B turned around. “Here's the plan. We need to look for the wheat near the water, like it said in Denmark’s Letter.”

“What kind of water? Like, pond water?” Pope replied.

JJ chuckled. “Bong water?” He tried to joke. John B just twisted his face and ignored at his childish tactics.

“Look, I don’t know, just look for water.” He demanded before continuing to lead the group. He crept around the foundation of the house, crouching in front of a small entrance that led under the structure. “C’mon, it’s the only place we haven’t looked.” He urged the four of you, turning on his flashlight and crawling through the entrance as the rest of you piled in, single-file behind him.

You coughed as you stood to your full height and dust filled your lungs. The crawlspace was filthy, smelly, and festering with mosquitos. You clicked on your mini flashlight, scanning the space. 

“There’s not even water on the pipes.” JJ judged, rubbing his palm against the pipes that were so dry, the interaction sounded like nails on sandpaper. 

“There’s not a drop of water here...” Pope said, irritated.

“Know why we didn’t find it?” Kie sighed, turning her sights to John B. “Bad karma.”

“God, here we go…” JB rolled his eyes.

“We had a good thing going. And then you decide to rope in Barbie and now, trail’s gone dry. Coincidence? I don't think so.” The brown-haired girl mouthed-off. 

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you about Sarah. What the hell’s the deal with you two?” Then his eyes landed on you, standing a few feet behind Kie between Pope and JJ who were also listening in on the not-so-hushed conversation. “You three.”

“I just got bit by three fatass mosquitos, I’d like to opt out of this particular conversation-” You spoke with a snarl, swatting another mosquito that flew across your vision as Kie’s voice sounded out again, cutting off yours.

“Nothing’s the deal.” She spat, offended.

“Is it because I kissed you? Is that your problem?” John B’s head whipped to the side when Kiara’s palm made harsh contact with his cheek, the remaining three of you making simultaneous ‘O’ faces of shock from the sidelines. 

“Stop treating me like I’m some girl who’s obsessed with you instead of your best friend who’s actually trying to look out for you.” She reprimanded sternly.

“Did you, uh, hit me?” John B grimaced, turning back to face her. Kiara simply held up her right hand, her backs to the three of you.

“Skeeter.” Was all she said.

“Skeeter?”

“Yeah.” Then John B was slapping her back. You threw your hands up in the air as Pope exclaimed and JJ chuckled at the two.

“Woah, hey!” Pope threw out, then John B was holding up his right hand, this time with his palm on display since he was facing you all, presenting a flattened mosquito stuck to his palm. 

“Skeeter.” He retorted firmly, eyes squinted. They started playfully slapping each other’s faces and arms back and forth as the remaining portion of you went back to looking once the show had ended. You flashed your light up and down, side to side but still nothing. And the mosquitos were eating you from the inside out…

Mosquitos. 

Why were there so many mosquitos in a basement? 

Aiming your flashlight down, you started tapping the toe of your foot lightly against the ground, catching a certain blonde’s attention.

“Tap dancing, are we?”

“No. Mosquitos.” You dismissed him in your focus, stepping up onto a wooden platform and tapping your foot on top of it. It sounded hollow. You paused, kneeling on top of the structure and knocking on it, still hearing that same hollowed-out echo. 

“Yes, princess, there are mosquitos everywhere.”

You sighed, shining your light through the crack in the planks but it was pitch black. “Mosquitos swarm near water.” You told JJ. “Still water. They need it to hatch eggs. So, why would so many mosquitos be in a basement with seemingly no water?” You almost sounded like you were talking to yourself with the way you were mumbling, looking for something small, your sights landed on a small pebble in the gravel under the house, picking it up before dropping it through a space between the wood. Planting your ear against the ground, you waited, until seconds after dropping the stone, you heard water splash.

“You find somethin’?” JJ asked, you being unaware that he was still watching you. You turned to him with your full attention now.

“Help me move this.” You whispered to him, already starting to pull the planks up in a frenzy. The other three pogues seemed to notice that the two of you had found something and started to help move the planks until a good chunk of them were out of the way.

The five of stared down as a well stared back at you, a least a couple dozen feet deep. 

“Well, well, well…” Pope muttered in the ring of silence.

“That was a good dad joke.” John B told him, never taking his eyes off the well, a smirk breaking out on his features. “We’re gonna need a really big rope.”

“NO FUCKING WAY.” Kiara spat, pacing the patio of The Chateau — Sarah Cameron was sat next to John B, presenting as unbothered as ever. You sat on the farthest cushion right across from JJ and Pope. “You brought her here? So what? She’s in on this now?”

John B looked to his two guy friends for help, Pope simply shrugging his shoulders and muttering an ‘I dunno’ before JJ threw his hands out. “All I care about is her cut coming out of your share.” He directed at JB, pointing his finger for emphasis. 

“This is our thing.” Kiara scolded, pointing to everyone but Sarah to further prove her point. 

“I’m just a tad uncomfortable with this…” Pope added. 

“When are you not uncomfortable?” John B tried to defend the blonde girl.

“I rode here on the back of JJ’s bike pretty comfortably.” The curly-haired boy sassed back from JJ’s side. 

“It’s true. Most relaxed I’ve ever seen him.” 

“We were all comfortable until you brought her.” Kiara shot out, not making eye contact with Sarah, who had finally had enough.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Was the first thing the blonde girl had said since her arrival.

“I mean, you could always go home. Just a thought…” You spoke nonchalantly, shrugging from your seat across the patio. Sarah eyed you meanly before looking at John B, scoffing.

“I told you.” Your eyes squinted and your head tilted to the side.

“Told him what, exactly? That your a liar?” Kiara argued before Sarah’s attention whipped around to her.

“No, that you’re a shit-talking bitch.” She told Kie, turning to you next. “And you’re a lying slut.”

Chaos broke out — voices over voices, JJ and Pope betting money as the three of you argued over one another.

“When have I ever lied to you, Kiara?!”

“You get somebody close to you for like a month and then completely turn your back on them-”

“I’m a slut? I’m sorry, how many boyfriends have you cheated on? This year alone?-”

“Everybody, shut up!” John B stopped the arguing. “Kie, Y/n, you are my best friends, right?” Both of you just looked away, giving him his answer but not the satisfaction of hearing it. “And Sarah, you’re…”

“...Say it.” She said, a sly smile on her face.

“...You’re my girlfriend.” John B proclaimed, a boy-ish grin on his face. You couldn’t help but groan and throw your head back, all eyes turning to you as you brought your angry gaze back down.

“You met her like three whole days ago, John B.” You fussed, crossing your arms over one another. “What happened to using her for information? And I quote ‘getting what we need and cutting her loose’?”

“...You said you were using me?” Sarah asked her “boyfriend” sadly. 

John B shook his head in the smallest of motions, avoiding her eyes at all costs. “No.”

“Yeah, you did.” Pope refuted his claim. “You said those things...”

“Look, love just walked in, okay?” He tried to reason with you all but you couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

“Three days!” You laughed out. 

“I didn’t expect it, it just kind of happened. And I’m not gonna deny it.” He continued, ignoring you. 

“Well,” you got up from your seated position, hands slapping your knees. “If Clueless is in, count me out.” You told him, hands in your back pockets. 

He shrugged like a child. “I’m not choosing, if that's what you're getting at.” He stated bluntly. You nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheek and looking around before deciding to walk off, heading for the dock.

“JUST CONSIDER IT.” JJ threw out the idea from his place beside you, leaning against the wood of the pier in front of The Chateau, Kiara and Pope having a separate conversation in front of you.

“I’m not considering anything, JJ.”

“You don’t have to like it. None of us do. But John B isn’t willing to choose and we can’t do this without you.”

“John B clearly can. He knew how we felt about her and he did everything we advised him not to do.” You snarled, looking out at the water. “None of you know her, not really. You think I just up and decided to hate Sarah Cameron one day? No.” You scoffed. “She creates a false sense of security and then when you start to rely on her, she uses it all against you.”

You both sat in silence, JJ not wanting to question you any further for the moment.

“What if he chooses her?” JJ asked you after a couple moments passed. You brought your eyes back to his, wind blowing your hair in your field of vision, voice small as you spoke.

“Then he’s a worse friend than I thought he was.”

YOU DECIDED TO MAKE YOUR WAY HOME AFTER WHAT WENT DOWN WITH JOHN B. You didn’t intend on making him choose between you or Sarah but you felt as if this whole thing had spiraled out of control. Maybe the biggest part was that you felt lied to. He promised there was nothing happening between them and when it came down to it, he couldn’t even make a decision between two of his life-long best friends and a girl he met less than a week ago. Something behind his logic, or lack of, struck a nerve within you. 

Opening the front door to your Figure Eight home, you were greeted with two muddy paws against your thighs.

“Aww, Marley!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands out to the sides. “What did you get into?” You shook your head, patting the stains on your denim shorts as you kicked the door closed behind you and walked to peer out of the patio door, seeing holes galore in the backyard. You looked down at the animal, hand on your hip. “You know, she’s gonna flip.” You told the dog as if she could reply back.

Her fur was covered in brown and black, muddy paw prints left behind by her pattering feet. You just sighed, bending down to scratch the top of her head as she leaned into your hand. “Guess it’s my fault for leavin’ you. I’d go crazy if I was stuck here alone with her, too. C’mon,” You threw your head out in the direction of the garage door. “Let’s hose you off so I can cover your tracks.”

You started walking but stopped when you didn’t hear Marley trailing behind you. You peered back over your shoulder to see her sitting patiently. “No, absolutely not.” Was your reply to her pleading puppy-eyes, a whine leaving her closed lips. “I am not picking you up, Marley. You’re a big girl, c’mon.” The golden retriever made no move. “I’ll give you a treat after. You wanna a treat, girl?” 

Her ears perked up in the slightest of motions and suddenly the medium-sized dog was sprinting towards you, basically running into the garage door that was still closed. You just giggled, opening the door for her to run out and hop into the metal tub in the parking space that was bought especially for her. Tying your hair back and grabbing the length of the hose, you started to hose down your mess of a dog.

YOU WERE SOAKED BY THE END OF MARLEY’S BATH. You smelled of Pumpkin Spice pet shampoo and wet dog, strands of golden hair stuck to your arms and legs as you rinsed out the tub and let it flow down the driveway. The dog in question was probably running a muck in your room where you’d locked her so you could clean up in peace — covering up the holes in the backyard to the best of your ability and mopping the floors. 

Once the dog-tub was water-free, you kicked it back to it’s original position in the corner of the garage. The sound of your mother’s SUV pulling up into the driveway could be heard as you turned the hose off and put it away. She must not have seen you in the dark of the garage as she got out of the car, heels hitting the concrete as she slammed the driver’s side door shut. Her cell phone was pressed between her shoulder and ear and she fought to get her purse up onto her arm.

“I don’t care what you do, Cameron. Or how you do it for that matter. Just do something because this is both of our asses on the line.” She spat to whoever was on the other end of the line — Cameron? Maybe it was a new hire at the office.

Her eyes shot up and seemed to finally register your presence, a look of shock filling her features for a moment before it faded into something else. Something more irritated. “We’ll talk about this later. Hopefully, you’ll have gotten rid of the problem by then.” Was all she said before hanging up.

You had turned back around at this point, focused on putting Marley’s bath supplies back into their respective cabinets and shelves. 

“I didn’t expect you home.”

“Neither did I.” You replied bluntly.

“You know, it’d be nice if you could be home more often. You still have responsibilities, and that dog does whatever it wants.”

You stood to your full height, facing her now as you crossed your arms. “I could say the same for you.”

She scoffed, shifting her weight. “I have work. A job. You just run around with your delinquent friends all day and night. Your room is empty for days on end.”

You shrugged, jutting your bottom lip out. “What are you lonely, or something? We barely talk when I am home.”

“You want to talk? Let’s talk.” She crossed her own arms, staring you down.

“Not really-”

“I heard John B had a pretty nasty fall from The Hawk’s Nest last night and you and your friends were there.” You veered your neck back at her statement, a look of offense written across your face.

“What’re you keeping tabs on me now?” 

She just shrugged and shifted, pointing her chin towards the ceiling as if she knew she had you cornered. “Word travels fast on the island. The real question is what were you kids doing up there in the middle of a thunderstorm? Everything I hear about that little posse of yours is dangerous.”

All you could was laugh humorlessly, pushing yourself off of the garage wall and heading for the door back inside of the house. “I’m not doing this with you.” You told the woman, shaking your head. 

“Answer the question, Y/n!” She called after you, following you into the three-story house and slamming the garage door closed behind her.

“No! I’m covered in mud, water, and dog hair and you’re pissing me off!” You were practically stomping up the stairs. “Everytime I come back to this house you interrogate me. Calling my friends delinquents as if these aren't kids you’ve known for years!”

“Well, clearly I have good reason to-” You stopped at the top of the stairs, turning and staring down at your mother who was still at the bottom, making no moves to follow you up. 

“Maybe it’s time I question you because I have a fair few of my own.” You spat. “How did you find about the Hawk’s Nest because there were only six of us there when it happened? When did you and Shoupe get all buddy-buddy? Or better yet, how’d you manage to scrape up the money to buy a house on Figure Eight so suddenly? And don’t think I’m dumb enough to believe my father’s life insurance was enough to cover it.”

She didn’t say anything. Anything at all. Your mother just stared up at you with a look on her face that you’d never seen before it. It was angry, dark — borderline evil. It made your heart thump out of your chest and your knees get weak. It was a look that a parent should never direct at their child. 

With one last glare, you turned your back and went into your own bathroom to clean yourself up, not neglecting to slam the door behind you.

YOU SIGHED AS YOU HOPPED FROM THE HMS POGUE ONTO HEYWARD’S BOAT. After your shower, Pope had picked you up from the short pier in the back of your house with Kie lounging in the boat. He said something about JJ and John B needing a tow after conking out in the middle of The Marsh.

Approaching Heyward’s boat that was still in the middle of The Marsh, you and Kie edged towards the front of the HMS Pogue, preparing to step off. Extending your legs, you made it onto the other boat without fail, Kiara following you into the Alp where the two boys in question were.

“What did you do?” You asked annoyed, still reeling from the events of earlier — both of them. 

“The alternators not…alternating, anymore.” JJ told you, throwing his hands out. 

“Did you check the plugs?” Kiara suggested, stepping in front of you and approaching the boys as you leaned on the entryway. 

“No, you should check ‘em. Give ‘em whirl.” They handed her whatever tool they’d been using, stepping away.

“You guys are useless…” You let the two guys walk by you, stepping further into the space with Kie. “Uh, is this a joke? There are no plugs, like at all.” She muttered.

Suddenly, you heard water splashing, turning around and walking back out to see that JJ and John B had jumped into the water and were swimming towards the HMS Pogue that was getting farther and farther away.

“What’re you-” You started, cut off by the sound of banging coming from below the deck of the boat.

“John B! John B, let me out!” Came an unmistakable voice. In a haste, you lifted the hatch in the floor, coming face to face with Sarah Cameron. Not giving her time to speak, you just huffed and ran towards the edge of the boat.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled at the three boys across the water, Kiara and Sarah on each side of you now. Both equally as angry as you. “Are you serious?” 

“Get your asses back here!” Kiara demanded.

“We can’t!” Pope shrugged with a sly smile. “Not until you three work out your issues!”  

“You can’t just leave!” Sarah tried.

“There’s food in the cabin and JJ rolled a blunt!” John B shouted back. The three of you ignored them, kicking off your overalls and stripping down to your bikinis.

“This is ridiculous…” The blonde girl muttered under her breath, kicking her shorts off of her ankles.

“Well, I’d rather drown than be here with you, so…” Kiara retorted, taking her shirt off. 

“Fine. Be my guest. Maybe you’ll finally shut the hell up.” Sarah shot back. 

“You don’t even know where you’re going.” The two girls continued arguing as the three boys drifted farther away.

“I don’t care.” Was all the Cameron girl said back before jumping into the Marsh water, just as Pope revved up the engine on the smaller boat and they sped away. Sarah cursed them before turning around and swimming back to the boat, screaming and going under before popping back up.

“Ah! I got stung by a jellyfish! Shit!” She cried, still swimming back to the boat.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from her, fixing the ties on your swim suit. “Maybe next time don’t jump into The Marsh.” You reprimanded meanly.

“Thanks for the advice, after the fact.” She retorted, climbing onto the boat and sliding against the side.

“It’s not like you listen anyway...” You shrugged, leaning against the boat. 

“Kiara, you know what they say about curing jellyfish stings,” Sarah ignored you, talking through heavy breaths and looking up at the brown-haired girl. “You have to pee on me.”

The girl simply cringed. “I have a better idea.”

NIGHT HAD FALLEN AND YOU WERE SURE THE GUYS WEREN’T COMING BACK FOR THE THREE OF YOU ANYTIME SOON. The night air was cool and Sarah was high off of the weed left behind, courtesy of JJ himself. She’d been laughing and talking about nothing non-stop for the last hour.

Kie was sat next to her in the cockpit of the boat while you sat on the hardtop, swinging your feet.

“Hey,” Sarah piped up, interrupting her own giggling. “Would you rather…have, I was imagining you like this just now, it was pretty funny.” She was directing the question at Kiara. “Would you imagi- would you rather…have nipples for eyes or have eyes for nipples? Imagine if you get really old and your nipples, your boobs get saggy, your nipples, if they were your eyes, you could see if your shoes were untied.” 

She attempted to laugh it off in her impaired state but took the hint when Kie gave her a side glance, no humor present in her expression. “Is this like your first time smoking or something?” 

“...No.” Sarah said lowly, looking down.

“Could’ve fooled me.” You muttered, annoyed by the girls incessant laughter and talking. 

After a couple moments of tense silence, Sarah attempted to speak again. “Hey, Kiara…”

“Oh my God.” She cut her off. “Enough the ‘Hey, Kiara’ bullshit.” She turned her entire body to face the blonde, a hard look in her eyes. “Why’d you do it?”

“...Why’d I do what?” Sarah played dumb.

“We were best friends.” Kiara started solemnly. “We stole beers from your dad’s fridge, we watched movies together, we cried about boys...” She reminisced. “And the next thing I know, the entire school thinks I have a crush on you because you started a rumor that I did.”

“It was just a joke.” Sarah tried to dismiss, rolling her eyes.

“To who? Because it wasn’t funny for me. And when it spun out of control? When it went from people saying I had a crush on you to saying I tried to kiss you? To saying I was stalking you? That I had a shrine? Was it still just a joke then?” She reprimanded. “You never even bothered to clear it up. Just fed into it. You just cut me off like nothing happened. I mean, really, what did I do?”

You continued watching the interaction happen from the hardtop of the boat. “You liked me.” Sarah blurted. “...When people get close to me, I feel trapped. And…I bail. And then I blame them for it.” She got out, turning to look Kiara in the eyes. “I’m really sorry…And I miss you.” Then her eyes were on you. “Both of you. Do you think there’s a chance that we could be okay again?” She was looking at Kiara again.

“Honestly. I don’t know.” Sarah simply nodded and bit her lip, accepting the answer before turning her sights to you once more. 

“Y/n?” She called. You assumed she was waiting for your answer to the same question, all you could manage was a huff of air to leave your lips. 

“What a bunch of bullshit.” You breathed out, an incredulous smile on your face as you looked away for moment. You could hear Kiara sigh.

“Y/n-”

“No, Kiara. If you want to forgive her, by all means be my guest. But me and you?” Your eyes were on Sarah, glaring at her. “We will never be ‘okay’ again.” You mocked.

“What do you want from me?” Sarah spat out. “I apologized-”

“You apologized to Kie. Not me.”

“Well, I’m sorry. For…whatever I did.” She slurred, slouching further against the inside of the boat.

“Whatever you did?”

“You were the one sneaking around with my brother, Y/n!”

“And you're still downplaying the situation! That’s not what happened nor is it why our friendship ended and you know it.” You disputed, anger filling your tone.

“Our friendship ended because you tried to make the situation into something it wasn’t.”

“You never even considered the possibility that what I told you was true. You called me a liar, turned me into the school slut-”

“He’s my brother.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s not a bad person, Sarah!” You said with finality in your voice. “And if you can’t see that, then maybe that makes two of you.” Was the last thing you said before hopping down from the top of the boat and disappearing around the corner, away from the two girls. 

THE THREE OF YOU SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BOAT, WATCHING THE BOYS ARRIVE AS THE SUN CAME UP. You’d slept in the helm of the boat while Kiara and Sarah slept out in the open. You hated to admit how lonely you felt hearing them giggle in the middle of the night but it was quickly overshadowed by the memories of what was said between you and Sarah. A small part of you wondered how Kiara could forgive her so quickly. So easily.

“Let’s not give them the satisfaction of thinking this worked.” Kiara whispered to the blonde next to her. You simply kept quiet. Because for you, it didn’t.

“So, did you guys, you know…” Pope led on as the smaller boat parked next to the bigger one. You said nothing as you hopped off the edge, from one boat to the other. 

“Reconcile our differences?” Kie finished for him.

“Nope. Not even a little.” Sarah shook her head. “But we’re…willing to work together?” She said, turning to Kiara who nodded in agreement as they both stepped onto the HMS Pogue. 

“You know what? That’s victory.” JB cheered, dapping up Pope. “You guys ready to jack some loot?”

YOU ALL WAITED UNTIL IT GOT DARK ONCE MORE TO RETURN TO THE CRAIN PROPERTY, FULL PREPARED THIS TIME. Rope, pulley, flashlights. You were equipped with the gold-mine starter kit and ready to throw John B down into a well beneath a murder-house.

Parking in front of the house but still out of sight, John B hopped out of the driver’s side to round the van and open the side door, pausing. “I wanna say thank you guys. Seriously.” He told the five of you whole-heartedly. “It means a lot to me that you’re here tonight.”

“Of course, man.” Pope assured him softly, giving him a special handshake. 

“All right, we done with this circle jerk?” JJ cut in. “Can we go do this?” 

“Let’s go get that wheat in the water.” Pope exclaimed, jumping out of the van first, followed by Kie, then Sarah.

“Weed? I’m up for weed.” JJ said, letting you get out before him. You rolled your eyes, a small smile breaking on your face as you climbed out of the van. The first one in hours.

“Wheat, J. He said wheat.” You corrected. You all formed a sort of single-file line, hopping the fence one by one. You all walked as quietly as you could through the tall grass and bushes, sticking as close together as possible. Out of the blue, a light in front of the house lit up your frames, the six of you scrambling to duck and hide, turning your flashlights off.

“Why would a blind lady need motion sensor lights?” You hissed frustratedly confused. 

“Let’s throw a rock at it.” John B offered. You all looked at him stupidly.

“That’s a really good idea. Let the axe murderer know that we’re here.” Kiara said sarcastically. 

“Do any of you have a better idea?” 

“What about the breaker in the circuit box on the porch?” Sarah asked. “We used to play hide-and-seek here as kids and if we were brave enough, we’d go all the way up to the porch.”

“No, no, you’re not going into the house alone.” John B protested.

“I’ll go with you.” Kiara volunteered herself before turning to you. You simply raised a brow as if to ask ‘what?’. Only then did you notice that the rest of the group was staring at you as well, then you got the hint, smacking your teeth.

“Christ, fine, I’ll go, too. Just… stop looking at me like hungry orphans.” You mumbled, getting up and walking towards the house, slightly crouched.

“We’ll wait for your signal!” Pope whisper-shouted as the three of you disappeared into the thick of the bushes. You let Sarah lead the way, seeing as she had an idea of where you were going and what you were looking for.

“She must have a generator plugged into the main power supply.” Sarah informed from the front of the line. The three of you crept up the porch steps, the wood creaking ever so slightly as you did. You aimed your flashlight at the circuit box in question, using your empty hand to open it. You quickly noted a problem.

“Where are the breakers?” Your face twisted in confusion, visually following the wires that were connected to the box. “It goes inside.” You said annoyed, pushing the circuit box door back closed. You turned back to the two girls behind you, a weary look shared amongst the three of you before Kie took it upon herself to carefully open the gate in front of the back door, twisting the knob quickly but quietly.

Pushing the door open, the three of you slid inside swiftly as the door creaked, making your face twist. You all treaded carefully through the dark home. You nearly jumped out of your skin when a cat yowled beside you.

“Shi- get out of here you mangy thing!” You whispered, pushing the feline away with the toe of your shoe. You follow the wires on the ceiling to the location of the breakers, Kiara wasting little time in switching the generator off, the house and surrounding areas going pitch black as she did.

You all let out sighs of relief, small victorious smiles breaking out on each of your faces. “We should probably get out of here now.” You advised, the other two agreeing. You hadn’t even lifted your foot to step away before a whirring sound echoed throughout the house, the three of you throwing yourselves against the wall and out of sight of whatever was around the corner.

You could barely hear one another breathing, contemplating whether you should stay put or make a break for it. It wasn’t long before you heard the sound of heavy-breathing and what sounded like a cane hitting the floor accompanied by delayed footsteps. 

You could feel your heart in throat as you tried your hardest not to move a muscle, the footsteps growing closer by the second. Fear rushing through your veins when you heard a voice call out.

“It’s late, Leon.” An old, raspy, elderly voice spoke — Mrs. Crain. “Too late...” She coughed, cane still hitting the floor ferociously with every step. You swore you could’ve cried when the woman in question rounded the corner, standing right in front of you three with no clue. “I can hear you, Leon. I’ve been waiting all night!” She screeched, whipping her head in your direction so fast you were surprised her neck didn’t snap in the process.

Her teeth were yellow, her hair was dead and gray, and her eyes were white. Pure white. The three of you screamed simultaneously before booking it in the direction you came. You don’t know how you ended up splitting from each other but you did. You ended up in some old dusty study-type room, the only exit being a window. You ran over to it, using all your strength to pull it up but it wouldn’t budge.

“Where are you, Leon?!” Her voice scratched your ears with the way it echoed. You cursed as you continued pulling at the window, eventually giving up and running out of the room. Fortunately, you ran in just time to find Mrs. Crain swinging aimlessly at Kiara with a fire poker. You took the opportunity to grab the object when she swung it back once more, snatching it and throwing it across the room.

Sarah entered just as the old lady turned around and gripped you by the arm, the blonde grabbing Kiara as you pushed Mrs. Crain off of you and ran into the room with the other two. Sarah closed and latched the door shut, Mrs. Crain banging from the other side. 

She’d managed to find the stairs the led under the house where the guys were, you and Kiara following her down in a hurry. 

“Guys!” All three of you called, sprinting through the crawlspace. 

“Woah, what’s goin’ on?” JJ asked as you accidentally ran into him, the blonde stabilizing by your upper arms.

“Mrs. Crain is up there. She’s trying to kill us with a fire poker.” Kiara breathed out. 

“We locked her in the parlor but we have to go. Like, now.” You said frantically. 

“Okay, code red.” JJ said, releasing your arms and heading back towards Pope. He leaned over the well, shouting down. “John B! Get back on, man!” The rest of you grabbed the length of the rope, using all of your man power to pull the boy back up when the you all fell, the rope pulling up nothing.

“Where is he?” Kiara panicked, crawling to the well to lean over it. “John B?!” His voice came back up but no one could tell what he was saying. It was just a faint echo. His next words were clearer, however — he was calling your names.

“He’s drowning! We gotta pull him up!” Sarah assumed the worst as you scrambled to grab the rope again. 

“John B? Get back on the rope, we’re gonna pull you up!” Pope called down into the well. Once JB affirmed that he was secured, the five of you began pulling once more, much more synchronized this time. You were using all the strength you had to pull him up when a gunshot made your ears ring.

You ducked, as did the rest of the group, your grip on the rope loosening. Pope and JJ hurried to tie the rope so it wouldn’t drop any further as you all scurried around the crawlspace, hoping the blind woman would think you were gone.

Only problem? None of you knew how to shut the hell up. Another shot rang out and that’s when you all decided you had to make a run for it. You saw John B’s muddy hand gripped the edge of the well before you bolted, knowing he’d be a little behind but just fine. You sprinted out into the yard, practically launched yourself back over the gate and threw yourselves into the van.

JJ started the van without John B inside as more gunshots sounded, the boy running behind his own van for dear life. 

“John B, come on!” The boy caught up, launching himself into the back of the van and sliding the door shut as JJ sped off. 

“Everyone okay? No bullet holes?” JJ questioned from the driver’s seat.

“I think I’d know if I was shot, right?” Kiara asked, hands patting her frame. 

“You look disgusting.” Pope breathed out, the statement directed at John B who looked more like a mud-man than a teenage boy.

“And you smell even worse, my God.” Your face winded with disgust. 

“What the hell just happened?” Sarah ran her hands through her hair, throwing her head back.

“All-time Pogue Hall of Fame, baby!” JJ cheered, giving you a high-five as you basically sat back to back as he drove.

“That bitch is possessed.” Kiara said.

“How can she move that fast?” John B breathed out, and you wondered how he could talk without minding the substance all over his face, including his lips.

Suddenly, John B pulled something from his pocket or under his thigh, it was hard to tell when he was the same color all over. “What is that?” You asked, squinting your eyes as he used his thumb to wipe away the debris on the object, revealing the unmistakable color of gold. “...No motherfucking way.” You scoffed.

“We did it, baby!” He whooped, holding the gold bar up in the air. “I did it!”

“Oh, my God!” JJ supported him as he drove, eyes looking back when they should on the road. The van was filled with cheers, so loud you were sure any houses you passed on the road could hear. 

“You guys were gonna be rich!” Kiara broke through the cheers. “Like Kook rich!”

“Full Kook!” Pope started, the rest of you joining in joyously. The Twinkie had never been more lively or celebratory. After days of being chased, shot at, arrested, jumped, and targeted — you all had done it.

You had found the gold.

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[astarion-approves]

Peeping Tav Astarion X Male Tav

A master at his kink, Tav found a new target of his dreams. The tall, pale, and handsome ‘Astarion.' A chef that works long hours, with a body built of marble, and a home filled with easily accessible windows. But Tav may have bitten off more than he can chew. Will he be able to see his target in all of his glory? Or will he become the one that's targeted? Part 1 of ?

NSFT, Peeping, Peeping Tom, Kinks, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern Era, Hand Jobs, flesh light, chef Astarion, Anal Fingering, POV First Person

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Hello, my name is Tav and I’m addicted to peeping. 

Most would agree that peeping is a disgusting habit, and they would be right. Call it what you want, Peeping Tom, Ogler, Rubberneck, Onlooker, Voyeur, and so on. I’ve tried to stop, many times, but it’s just so damn addictive. Watching a stranger undress, them unknowingly giving me a show while I jerk off right outside their window? 

There’s no better feeling.  

Just knowing that they have no idea I’m right there , hiding in a tree or crouching in some bushes, maybe even standing there with no coverage at all… and I’m hard as a rock, my free hand over my mouth as I cover any moans that may slip through as I pleasure myself to their naked body. Eyeing them up and down as they become comfortable in their home, a place that they consider safe but it’s anything but. 

And it wasn’t as if I was your ‘typical’ peeper. Normally I would just go out a few times a week, not every night like some of the guys I knew. On top of that; I wouldn’t upload my recordings online like some creep, that content was only meant to be enjoyed in my own home. Where, ironically enough, I close my blinds. Plus, I looked alright for the most part. My clothes fit well, I was in decent shape, and I’ve been told that I was good looking. Shaggy brown hair, light green eyes, and little dimples. What more could you love? Well… maybe minus the whole peeping part, but really, you’d never suspect me. Just look at me, friendly as ever, not a man that stands outside your window and jerks off! 

Right. Moving on... 

Peeping starts off simply enough. 

First, I find a target. Someone handsome, preferably in great shape with plenty of muscle, and a nice plump bottom. I could find them anywhere, at the store, the park, a movie theater, even just walking down the street. I keep myself open to new opportunities. 

I tend to obsess over one person at a time, which comes to my second step: learning their basic schedule. What time they wake up, when they have breakfast or head to work, if they’re single or dating someone, what they do in their spare time - and most of all; where they undress in their home . 

Thirdly, after doing my research, I plant myself outside their window and chase after the perfect orgasm. If their bedroom is on the second floor and they keep their blinds shut I’m shit out of luck. However , a single story home with plenty of windows is a real treat. 

The perfect man, the perfect schedule, and a perfect home - it can be extremely difficult to find all three at once… sometimes you just have to settle.  

But, god damn , if I haven’t found the most handsome man to follow these last few weeks. 

His name is Astarion, even his name rolls off my tongue like something to be savored. A professional chef that works long hours but makes sure to fit in a quick workout at the gym around 3 o’clock everyday before he goes to work. He would always wear thick, dark clothing, covering his entire body, before changing into a semi revealing pair of shorts and sneakers. And then he would begin his workout. 

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve followed him to the gym, I even went so far as to get a membership myself just to watch him. I would walk on the treadmill with him directly in my view, my cock tucked up and into the waistband of my shorts to disguise myself as I grew hard just from watching him. 

One day I'd have to thank him for helping me stay in shape.  

The man’s body was like marble, carefully carved, smooth, and flawless. It was almost like he didn’t need to work out, that he was naturally built to look like a god among men. Thick thighs, a thin waist, a great set of abs, a delicious ass, and features so handsome that he made anyone he encountered swoon. His hair was as a cool silver in color and his skin was as light as snow, like a dusting of snowflakes that would shimmer from sweat that I ached to lick off him. It would make my mouth water as I watched him lift weights with ease, Astarion grunting when he added more weight and pushed himself harder… and all I could imagine were those grunts happening because of me. 

It was becoming a fantasy of mine to straddle him as he worked out. To feel his length beneath my bottom, grinding on him as a reward for completing each and every set, then dragging him into the locker room to drop down onto my knees and finally get a taste of that hot, sweaty cock. 

A cock which I have yet to get a proper view of, try as I might. 

Astarion was a fan of speedy showers after his workout, ones that didn’t give me the opportunity to get a good look at anything besides his ass. Which, I’m not exactly complaining about. The desire to bury my face between those buns and have a full on feast was almost overwhelming. However, with his strength, his beauty, and his sweet soothing voice - I needed to see that dick. And his lightning fast showers in the gym showers weren't enough. 

Tonight… I was determined to finally get a peek. I had a plan. A… well, a simple plan that burned a small hole in my wallet but would hopefully work out in the end. 

At 5 o’clock in the afternoon Astarion would be heading to work. He wouldn’t return for a while, around eight to ten hours, depending how his shift went. He was a great chef by the way, always in control of his kitchen, serving delicate little dishes that cost almost a quarter of my rent. It was hard to believe that such strong hands could create such beautiful and delectable dishes… 

Anyway…

After work, anywhere between 1 o’clock and 3 o’clock in the morning, he would head directly back to his home, an adorable little one story brick house with seemingly more windows than walls and enough large bushes to conceal anyone. Perfect for me, not so perfect for him. Astarion would jump in the shower, or so I assumed as it was the only room in the entire house with a fogged window, then, and this was the best part, Astarion would stroll around his home completely nude. 

Did I mention how fucking gorgeous Astarion was? 

It wasn't something he had always done, a more recent development really. And fuck how I loved it. In the beginning he would get dressed in the bathroom, throwing on some pajamas and a towel over his shoulder to continue drying his hair. But as the weather grew warmer, he began waltzing out through his home with nothing on. Only the towel over his shoulder on top of his head. 

The only problem was, he never got close enough to the fucking window s. He was always moving, always doing something to prevent me from getting the view I so desired. I would film him night after night, hoping to record his dick up close and personal; but I was never so lucky. 

If he was lying on the couch in his living room? The coffee table hid him. 

Sitting in his kitchen with a cup of tea? His legs were crossed. 

Resting in bed while he scrolled through his phone? The towel was over his lap. 

It was torture. Slow, painful, blueballs for weeks: torture . 

At one point, I considered knocking on his door myself, hoping that he wouldn’t cover up and would just answer the door with his dick out. I quickly gave up on that idea when he received a late night delivery and threw on a pair of shorts. Which he kept on the rest of the night and I went home more frustrated than ever. 

A few other times he would have different women over at his place at random hours. Either bringing them home with him or they would show up just as the sun was beginning to rise. Seriously, who agrees to a one night stand at nearly six am? …. Okay , I would. With Astarion that is. Really… I’m just being jealous. 

Well, whenever they showed up, Astarion would always close the blinds, hiding their coupling from any possible prying eyes. Basically just me . And I would give up, not bothering to stick around to see them leave. I had no doubt they were leaving with wild sex hair and a blissed out ‘just fucked’ expression as they shuffled back home. 

Again. I was jealous . But I’ve spent weeks trailing after this target, the longest amount of time I’ve ever spent watching a single person, and I was damn close to giving up. I can only chase after someone for so long before I just become exhausted . Astarion was worth it, holy fuck was he worth it , but I was getting more and more impatient as each night passed. 

This entire time I’d never seen him jerk off. Which was… unusual . Most single men were taking any chance they got to take care of those urges. But not Astarion. Maybe it was because of the women he brought home? But even then that was only once or twice every few weeks... Or perhaps he was fulfilling those urges in the morning after I’d gone home for the night? Either way, I needed to see him, I needed to see him fuck his own hand and finish all over his stomach and fat pecs. 

So, a few days ago, I ordered a special delivery for Astarion and prayed that he would… partake in what I sent. Straight porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, videos and magazines, butt plugs, a fleshlight, flavored lube, regular lube, hell I even sent massage wands. Anything to get this man to touch himself with the blinds open and in a perfect view just for me . 

He saw the package on his door as soon as he got home that night, his brows dipping down in confusion as he read his own name on the label before carrying it inside. I was practically giddy as I watched him forgo his shower and unbox everything in his living room instead. He was confused as ever as he pulled out each item. He studied everything as they were revealed, even flipping through each magazine and shaking his head in disbelief as he did. 

I didn’t miss the small twitch of his thin lips when he flipped and paused through the gay magazine. He paused and kept looking through it! Score! 

And then out came the clear flesh light. 

The way his eyes lit up was one of the most adorable reactions I’ve ever seen. As if this was never an option for him, that he never even considered using a toy like this to pleasure himself. For a moment, it was like the heavens opened before me. A light shined through the window and embraced Astarion in a glow that could only be described as angelic as he began to remove his clothing. His strong arms gripping the bottom of his shirt and lifting it above his head and throwing it to the floor, his long and elegant fingers quickly unbuttoning his slacks as he yanked them down - 

And then. 

There it was. 

A dick worth waiting for. 

It hung gently against his thigh, soft and relaxed, a little darker than the rest of his body, a touch of pink at the tip like the most perfect rose - and it was everything that I imagined. Astarion sat back down onto his couch, directly in front of his window, and uncaring of any eyes that could see as he reached for his new toy and a bottle of one of the lubes. 

I chewed my lip and slipped my hand down to the waistband of my joggers and carefully pulled them down to expose myself to the cool night air. I was already hard, my cock sensitive to the touch from my own hand due to lack of use. But finally, finally , all of my work would pay off. 

Astarion poured a generous amount of lube over his shaft, pumping himself lightly until he came to full thickness. I found myself sneaking closer to the window, Astarion's eyes were pointed down and to the magazine beside him - if I stayed quiet and still out of his view… it would be easy to get away with. 

But I wasn't so sure I could hold back once Astarion slipped the flesh light down onto himself. 

He let his head drop back and let out a loud, needy moan; so loud I could hear it outside with his decorative bushes between us. Astarion moved his hand slowly, allowing himself to indulge wholly into the pleasure the toy could offer him. His grip would tighten around the toy as he worked it up and over the tip of his dick, and then loosen as he brought it back down to the base. 

The toy was too small for him, I learned this after Astarion began to fuck it with a little more desperation. As he brought it all the way down his length, the upper half would pop though the top, revealing his glistening tip which was now turning a deep red as he continued to jerk himself off. 

My own hand was moving to match Astarion's as he fucked into the toy, now with his eyes closed and no longer looking at the magazine. This was a moment that would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life… the most gorgeous man before me, gasping and moaning, his hips beginning to lift off the couch and fuck even harder into the toy I've provided for him - 

" Fuck ," I moaned, my voice quiet but I couldn't hold back any longer, it slipped out of me. I was so close to finishing, so close to shooting my load all over Astarion's bushes just outside his window, my first orgasm in weeks right there and ready to blow. For a moment, a quick brief second , I closed my eyes as I nearly finished– 

And when I looked back to where Astarion sat: he was gone. 

My hand stilled, fear enveloping my body as I frantically scanned the now empty living room in front of me. Astarion was nowhere to be seen. Even the fleshlight was missing, meaning he was in such a hurry he took it with him. 

My moan must have alerted Astarion, he most likely saw me outside his window with my dick out and about to apply a fresh layer of white to his house. I knew that Astarion was fast, and that more than likely he was sprinting for his cellphone and about to call the police. If I moved fast enough, I could have my pants jerked back up and get to my car before they arrived– 

"And what do we have here…?" 

I froze, my entire frame unable to move as a cool body pressed against my back. One hand appeared on my left hip before sliding under my shirt and coming to rest on my stomach. A warm breath cascaded down my throat as he spoke again. 

"Don't let me ruin your fun, darling. Keep going." 

Words were lost, the ability to move was gone, my breathing short and labored, everything inside of me telling me to run. But I couldn't. There was nothing I could do as my target stood behind me, teasing me, knowing that I was completely at Astarion’s mercy.  

There was no telling what his plan was. If I were to keep going would he drag me into the street and call me a pervert? Was he secretly recording me and planning on exposing my dirty kink to the world? 

"Relax," Astarion purred into my ear, chucking as he slowly slid his hand down my stomach and stopped just before my groin. "I won't bite." 

"I'm sor–" I tried to speak, to blurt out some kind of apology; but Astarion shushed me before anything could be said. 

"Hush. I think it's only fair I get to play with you now… wouldn't you agree?" Before I could register what was happening, Astarion was yanking my joggers down to the ground and slipping my dick into his used fleshlight. 

" Oh ." Astarion gave me no time to react, his right hand gently swiping the toy up and down over my cock while his free hand moved even lower to massage my balls as he jerked me off. 

"Feel good?" Astarion asked, his voice dipping lower, turned on, needy, almost out of breath and it was because of me. 

I nodded, my mouth hanging open but words still far, far away from me as I allowed Astarion to work my length with his skilled hands. He gave me pleasure the same way he had to himself, slow at first, focusing on my tip and applying careful, gentle pressure as he eased my cock in and out of the toy. 

"Such a pretty little human." Astarion's cock was hot and heavy resting against my back, although he was dressed now, I could feel his length pressing into my lower back as he forced me into his chest. 

Wait, 'human' ? 

Astarion peeled his left hand away from my balls, leaving me panting and missing the feeling of his hands massaging me there– 

And then his hand was on my ass, easing between my cheeks and pressing a single finger against my entrance. I almost buckled over, gasping as he softly caressed my hole with a slicked fingertip. 

"Oh, you dirty boy. You love that, don't you?" 

" Yes ," I hissed as he managed to slip the tip of his middle finger inside. It has been so long, far too long, since I've touched my own ass. And now Astarion, my perfect target of all people, was the first to touch me in months. 

"So… tight," Astarion spoke almost as if he was in disbelief. The back of my shirt was damp from his precum, only turning me on further as I felt his dick twitching and rubbing on his cool precum all over my back. 

I was close again. As much as I fought it… it was impossible to hold back any longer. I was trying to savor Astarion's touch as he worked my dick and fingered my ass, it was all too much. I was shaking in his arms, my hips weakly pushing forward and back, trying to get as much of Astarion's lubed finger up my ass and as much pressure over my cock head to finally cum. 

"Come on, cum for me," Astarion whispered into my ear, his lips bushing over my skin as he spoke. His middle finger reached as deeply as it could, titling up and pressing against the bundle of nerves that made me break. 

I threw my body back against him, my hips jerking wildly as I finished into the fleshlight. Cum spilled over the top of the toy and down the sides until it coated Astarion's fingers leaving a dirty mess behind. Astarion groaned alongside me, his head ducking into my neck and biting down harshly as my cum cascaded down his knuckles….

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 33 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair and Layla start fresh

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I honestly can't say enough how much I love you all. The 450 follower celebration is over, but I'm already thinking about what to do for the next one. I also want to let you know that I am currently working on the Reunion, and that will be started up soon again.

Thank you all for sticking around and waiting for the stories to start again. Thankfully, things with my mom have finally started to calm down and become routine. So it's less of stressful and less of struggle. Just a new norm, now.

Thank you all for being amazing and awesome.

Love oo

Warnings: bantering, insults, guilt, starting over. I think that's it, if I miss any warnings, please let me know.

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He cleared his throat as he leaned against the car, he tilted his head back, fighting tears, rolling his eyes. He took in a deep breath, “You know, your sister told me that I would grow to like you. And, of course, she had to show me even after all these years she’s always right, as much as I don’t want to admit you’re not half bad.” He rubbed the back of his hand running his hand over his buzzed hair, “Anyway, I apologize for not keeping the promise I made her.”

“What promise?”

He turned his head to look at Layla, “She never told you?” Layla shook her head lost at his question, “She made me promise that if anything happened to her I would look after you.” Her eyes widened as tears began to prick at his statement, “I guess I’ve really failed on that aspect, haven’t I?”

I let out a sigh and shook my head, fighting back the tears that were threatening to come out. As I thought back over the past few years, a heavy weight settled on my chest. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to fulfil my sister’s wish, it was because I didn’t let him. I rubbed my forehead, “Listen, it’s not your fault.” I shifted and turned to look at Cross, “After all the crap I put you through, all the arguments I instigated and initiated, the extra effort I put in to make your life a living hell, I mean it’s not exactly like I allowed you to get close to me much less take care of me. You didn’t fail your promise. I prevented you from completing it. It’s on me.”

Cross arched his eyebrow as he looked at her, his tattoo lengthening as he arched. He let out a small huff, nodding slightly, “Well, being the gentleman that I am, I didn’t want to say it, but since you brought it up…” he smirked, chuckling a little, “I mean you were snippety, grouchy, and slightly cantankerous.”

“Grouchy? Cantankerous?” I smirked as I looked at him.

“Would you prefer rude?”

“Alright, I may have been a little rude”

“Sarcastic”

I lifted my hand waving away the words floating around me, “Okay. Okay, listen, that’s like the pot calling the kettle black, as if you were any easier to deal with, you snippety, snarky, lanky ...” in that moment, I completely forgot what he used to do in the army.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll wait, I’m sure something really clever will just pop right out of that smart-ass mouth of yours.” He chuckled as he waited patiently for her to finish her sentence. 

“Well now, I can’t just say sniper, can I?” I smirked, shaking my head.

Crosshair laughed, it wasn’t a full belly laugh, but it’s been more than he’s done in a while; he cleared his throat ignoring the shock on Layla’s face, “Regardless Layla, you were by her side every spare second you had, and you trusted me enough even if you didn’t like me to take care of her when I was there.” He smirked as he watched her mouth open and close like a fish several times, “My point is, you took care of Avery; even if I didn’t like you, you’ve earned the right to have someone take care of you. So now it’s my turn to live up to the promise I made you sister. It’s my turn to look after you.” 

He shifted his cup from one hand to the other, he moved off the car and turned to face her. Holding his hand out to her, “We’ve been through hell and back together, so it’s time we start fresh. No anger. No hatred. Just an ex brother-in-law meeting his sister-in-law, for the first time.”

He smiled, as he kept his hand stretched out to her, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Crosshair Fett, Avery’s … ex-husband.”

This man continually surprised me. After all, there were a lot of things about him that grated on my nerves, but seeing him like this … I never gave him a chance to actually get to know the kind of person he was, I simply imagined him as the worst human being possible due to my own grief and pain. I needed someone to hate, someone to blame for being all alone, and choose to take it out on him. 

I nodded as I shook his hand, surprised by the sheer size of it, his fingers were long and practically enveloped my whole hand. “I’m Layla Taylor, pleasure to meet you, Crosshair.”

He held on to her hand for a few seconds longer, enjoying the warmth of her hand against his own, he pulled away when he realized how long he held it.

“Listen, you have my number so if there’s anything you need just send me a text or call, but I’d prefer a text.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that, and I’m glad we’re starting over.”

He nodded, smiling softly, “Yeah, me too.”

I finished my coffee, before finally asking him the one question that I’d been dying to ask since I first met him, “Um … Cross, are you doing anything for the 28th?”

“Why would I be doing anything for the end of the month?”

“Oh … um … well see … Avery and I … we used to celebrate the day she joined the army, it would’ve been fifteen years on the 28th. It was sort of a celebration that she survived. Maybe it’s stupid…”

“No. I don’t think so; that’s a very … Avery-thing to do. Tell me, what would you guys do?”

“It really depended on Avery, sometimes she wanted to hit the clubs, dance it out all night. Other times we would go to a fancy restaurant and get all gussied up. One time she wanted to do karaoke downtown.”

“What do you think she would’ve done this time?”

I chuckled thinking about my little sister, “Knowing her, something different, maybe axe throwing. She’d mentioned it a couple of times. I’m sure that would’ve been her thing this time.”

Cross nodded as he finished his coffee, the sweet and delicious liquid warming him up, and easing the bad mood, “I’m up for axe throwing. I’m sure my family would be too.”

“You think?” My eyes widened with joy at the thought of so many people celebrating a momentous moment in Avery’s life. 

“I’ll get Mel to text you, she’s really good at organizing this stuff.”

“Oh, I can text her, I have her number. We’ve been talking here and there since I met her at the setting of the headstone, well her and Zai. They’re pretty awesome.” 

“Yeah, they are. Well since you got this cover, just let me know the time and location. I’ll be there.” Cross shifted off his car, opening the door, he turned one last time to look at Layla, “Layla you should know, Avery loved you. There was never a moment, she wasn’t raving about her amazing sister.”

I simply nodded, fighting back the tears, and clearing my throat. 

“Anyway, I’m glad we’re starting over,” he stated as he closed the door, starting the car and heading off.

There was something about the way he said those words, I felt my cheeks heat up as his eyes locked on to mine. I tried to respond, however, my words hung on the tip of my tongue unable to be uttered, I simply nodded in agreement, as I watched him get in his car and drive away. 

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[amor-immortalem]

Okay so I have to hop onto my little soap box here for a second.

as I’m watching some the responses to the news that the og obey me app isn’t getting new lessons come in, I’m starting to see how spoiled, for lack of a better term, some of our fellow fans on twitter are.

User names and icons are blacked out for their privacy. I just wanted to give y’all some examples of twitter’s reaction

It’s alright to be sad, disappointed or angry even. Some fans have spent up to 3 years with the OG app and put a lot of money into it to get their card collection to where it is today so it’s understandable. (I know I myself have probably dropped a couple grand on this game by time I take into account what I pay for the VIP membership and all the money Ive spent in nighmare) But it’s not okay to behave like these three fans have even if you share their sentiments.

If you think about it, every game stops getting support at some point. (I still remember when MysMes stopped getting new content. It broke my heart and I haven’t opened the app since) and it was inevitable that the OG app would stop getting main story content but hey at least we got another game that starts off in a time period that, according to the devs, has been highly requested to be shown for a while now and on going events to kind of ease us down. (I know events are not everyone’s favorite thing. I’ve only been skimming through the stories that interest me for a while now)

I can see where the outrage is coming from though. Fans are feeling like the devs lied to us back in February when they said the OG app wasn’t shutting down we just didn’t know there was a big ol’ asterisk after that statement at the time. We assumed we’d still get main story content. I think this whole thing would have gone much better if the devs had clarified that we’d only ever be getting events from here on out. no main story content feels like the app is being phased out for Nightbringer and with no way to transfer our cards over, fans are losing all the blood sweat and tears they put into building their collection and- ahh I’m rambling again…

I guess what I’m trying to say is like it or not, at some point we will have to say goodbye to the world of OM! altogether but that doesn’t mean we as fans have to get angry and lash out about it. We could have just been cut off from the world of OM! cold turkey but the devs are giving us a nice little step down with nightbringer.

Alright I’m done on my soap box, I’ll get down now.

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[ramp-it-up]

This Thing Of Ours AU Teaser- Carnivores, Vegans, & Boy Scouts, Oh My!

Characters: Mob Boss! Bucky, Mob Boss! Sam, and Mob Boss! Steve

Word Count: 515

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Mob Bucky, Steve and Sam. A carnivore making fun of Veganism, Steve being ab innocent little Mobster, Sam being a vixen. Talk of a female centered sex club, Bucky being cocksure of his reader but he’s about to get knocked on his ass. No smut, but it’s coming soooon!

A/N: This is a teaser drabble for the next fic, Queen of The Night, and sort of ties the threads together. This is in the This Thing Of Ours AU This occurs about three months before the events of Try a Little Tenderness, and about two weeks after Addicted to You.

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“Want some?”

Bucky shoved his lox and bagel in Sam’s face. Sam grimaced and held out his hand to stop him.

“C’maaannnn! I remember when your four food groups were meat, bacon, cheese, and pizza. Now you want to tell me you eat none of ‘em?”

Bucky was busting Sam’s balls.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Veganism is only logical.”

“Stop, you two. We gotta focus. Sam is healthy, and he’s a grown man, Buck. Leave him alone.”

“Leave him aloneee,” Bucky mocked Steve. “I’m only eating this because you’re too scared to ask that sweet thing in the grocery store out. I’d be eating a BLT from Sal’s right now, but we haven’t gone there in a month!”

Bucky jumped at Steve who didn’t flinch, but just grinned back at his friend and watched him finish off the sandwich. Sam chuckled and shook his head, folding The Times and placing it on the table for Steve to snatch.

Bucky shook his head too as he watched Steve devour the paper while he devoured the sandwich.

“Not that this isn’t good, but don’t get it twisted. I’m sacrificing for your lack of game, pal.”

Sam was exasperated. These two fools.

“Yap yap yap, let’s get down to business. What’s up with Three Rivers?” 

Bucky chugged his coffee, then chucked it in the trash. His eyes twinkled as he talked about you.

“We knew that the owner had some secret funding source. Found out what it is. She co-owns Queen of Heaven.”

“Holy Shit!” Sam exclaimed and his mouth dropped open. 

Bucky raised his eyebrow at him.

“What’s Queen of Heaven?”

Steve had no clue what Bucky and Sam were excited about.

Bucky gave Sam a sideye.

“Sam? Why don’t you tell the boy scout here what Queen of Heaven is?”

Sam cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable.

“It’s a… ummmm. A sex club.”

Now Steve’s mouth dropped open. 

“Holy shit.” 

Steve looked from Bucky to Sam.

“Wait. How do you know that Sam?”

Sam continued his discomfort and straightened his vest. Bucky filled Steve in.

“It’s not a secret, Steve. It’s just… exclusive. There’s even a website. And the owners are… elusive. One has to be a member and pay thousands of dollars a month membership to even get the address. If you’re not a member, and you step foot in there, you’re disappeared.”

Steve watched Sam sweat a little.

“Have you ever been there, Sam?”

“I’m not a member, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“That isn’t what he asked.” 

Bucky interjected, then informed Steve some more.

“Men can’t be members, only guests, Steve. And the male guests are screened thoroughly. The club caters to women’s pleasure. The question to ask Sam is if he’s ever been a guest.”

Bucky fell silent to let the information sink into Steve’s skull and allow Sam to sweat.

Same stared at Steve and Steve stared back, a showdown. Then Steve shook his head, laughing.

“So. What are you gonna do with this information, Buck?”

“What I do with everything, Steve.”

Bucky grinned at his friends.

“Try to take over the world.”

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[loweyzverse]

Explaining my no capes dc dr!!

Overview :

The ‘Justice League’ is a global aid organization bankrolled by donations and sponsorships from everyday citizens, big name corporations, and important public figures alike.

Much like the American Red Cross, the Justice League strives to provide humanitarian aid in times of crisis as its main priority.

The Justice League’s other purposes include fostering world peace, making scientific and medical advancements, exploration of the ocean and space, and more.

Based on it’s predecessor, ‘The Justice Society of America’, or the ‘JSA’ : The Justice League was founded to globalize the scope of the JSA’s original mission, focused on providing aid and criminal justice.

The Justice League, while primarily American based, is politically independent from any nation. Though the ‘JL’ does occasionally engage in political discussions and activities.

Important Members :

Bruce Wayne

A multi billionaire who is one of the primary sponsors of the JL. Using the revenue he generates from his company Wayne Enterprises and his platform as a beloved public figure, Bruce Wayne is a very important member of the JL.

Most people can only speculate the extent of his involvement in the JL, as all sponsors gain auto membership, however other members know that Wayne is a very active participant in JL activities. Preferring to do most of his humanitarian work with the JL under an alias in attempts to separate it from his less serious public persona.

Clark Kent

Clark Kent is a fairly well known American journalist. If you are in journalism circles or care a lot for the news, then you would most definitely know the names of both him and his wife, Lois Lane. Kent uses his journalistic writing to create think pieces and the occasional expose.

However where Kent really shines is with hope. In the midst of darkness, Clark Kent provides people with a positive outlook on any situation, along with actually resources they can utilize in bad situations. Kent is also very prominent during hands-on humanitarian missions, always being the first to volunteer to go into the field and make a difference.

Diana Prince

Diana Prince is a peace ambassador from the previously closed nation of the Amazons, more specifically the island of Themyscira. One of the few remaining Princesses in modern society, Prince takes a very active role in advocating for world peace.

Prince is also a big advocate when it comes to women’s rights and the intersectionality of feminism. From this Prince has become a beacon of hope for women around the world, and several help centers and shelters for women and children have been opened in her name.

Other

There are many other important and active members of the JL, each with their own areas of focus and skill set, all coming together to make the world a better place.

Additional Notes:

Because there are not superhero’s, heroism is shown through activism here

The political and like overall state of the world is much more lax so while they are activists and provide aid, there isn’t much bad stuff to provide aid about (yay!)

Most of the people in the JL are like rich and or influential people who utilize their platform

The JL is a volunteer organization, so it’s not most members day to day job

The JL has a headquarters in Washington, D.c. that used to be the headquarters for the JSA

JL members aren’t expected to come into the headquarters everyday or anything like that so they live sort of scattered

The Wayne family has a TV show

‘Villains’ are just generally people who operate extralegally, but people don’t really have superpowers or gimmicks

Even crime though is much less extreme and harmful (yay!)

Almost all the ‘sidekicks’ are massive nepo babies lol

Most of the ‘sidekicks’ just started engaging in activism when they were younger, teenage activists is not an unknown concept or anything

Due to the education mission of the JL, they opened up a school (I haven’t decided if it should be highschool or college/university) which is where most of the groups like ‘teen titans’ or ‘young justice’ could meet and operate together as like a group

^(if it’s highschool then it is likely some sort of alternative school)

Anyway that’s all for now!! thank you for readinggg <3

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[jungkookstatts]

University Superstar is 🤌🏻 Just so, SO good. I can do totally picture your JK 🫠🥴Thanks for sharing your immense talent with us🫰🏻 I’m an old ass fangirl and thought maybe if you ever decide to write asks that you could write about Namjoon with a much older artist or museum docent. 😏 I may or may not have had an exhibition or two 🖼️ and the idea that Kim Namjoon saw any of my pieces sends me… ⚰️

Kim Namjoon Drabble 1

[Summary]: Kim Namjoon is a frequent visitor at the museum you work at. In fact, he’s visited so often, he’s gained your museum's platinum gold card for passes on all exhibitions and the cafeteria’s sweet tea. You’ve come to realize that Namjoon is the biggest art nerd you’ve ever met outside of yourself when he started to find you after every exhibition and ask you questions about the artist. However, your subtle feelings for the man start to go a-wire when he beings to ask questions about you instead.

[Theme]: MuseumDocent!AU, Artist!AU, ArtNerdNamjoon!AU, Museum!AU, FriendsToLovers!AU

[Rating]: Fluffy fluff fluff; slice of life.

[Word Count]: 1,773

[A/N]: Hmmmm, this is going to be difficult. Mainly because I am only slightly younger than our golden maknae, Jjk. However, that doesn’t go to say that I haven’t read scenarios where Y/n was older than one of the members…but I also have not personally written any like that either. BUT! That doesn’t mean I can’t try. I hope this meets your expectations.

Besides, Namjoon in a museum makes me leek 🥬

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You love this museum.

The smell of it, the look of it, the organization of it — you love it all. You love it so much, you’ve become a docent there.

Walking about the museum while you flaunt your knowledge on the various famous pieces, featured pieces, and sometimes, some of your own pieces, has been the source of your happiness for years now.

Your job never lets you down. In fact, you find that by the end of the day, your spirits have been lifted higher than what it was the last time you came home from work.

Especially nowadays.

Recently, a certain someone has been a part of nearly every single tour you have conducted within the past two weeks. He’s a tall man — sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the many old people and young children in the groups you guide. Not to mention, he's one of the most attractive people you have ever seen. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, and teeth that flash at you with every new piece of information you tell him, the man has somewhat stolen your heart. Even more so when he somehow finds you at the end of each guide to hound you for hours about the artists he found the most intriguing.

Kim Namjoon was his name, and given the many times he’s found you in the museum’s cafeteria after a guide, you’ve come to notice that the man has become such a frequent visitor he became eligible for the museum’s platinum gold membership card. Free sweet tea and admission to docent-guided tours, he took the upgrade and has since joined in on your groups.

There’s a pep and swing in your step as you make your way to work today. That twinge of nervousness you also contain shows as you shakily open the doors to the museum.

“You excited?” one of your best friends, Taehyung, asks. He’s smiling wide, clenching a pencil in his hand as he waits for your answer. You almost think he could be more excited than you with the way his eyes crinkle and his finger taps at the wood of the receptionists’ desk.

“You have no idea,” you laugh, swiping into the room that he stands in. You quickly clock in before you wipe your sweaty hands on the fabric of your skirt, hoping that your claminess goes away soon.

“I saw some of your pieces,” he faces you. “I still can’t believe those came from you! I know you’ve showed your pieces here before, but these are beyond anything I’ve ever seen you do. It’s like you went mad or something.”

You smile at his comment, a little blush forming on your face as you accept his compliment.

“That reminds me,” Taehyung grins once again. “A certain man by the name of Kim Namjoon is coming to your welcome exhibit. ‘Was the first to sign up.”

“I know,” you laugh. “He really likes art. It’s crazy how smart he is, too. I swear he grasps knowledge like a computer.”

“I dunno,” Taehyung purses his lips. “Seems he might like something else, too,”

“Stop it,” you shoot him a look. “Namjoon is an innocent nerd. Besides, I swear I’m like 10 years older than him.”

“Actually, 6 1/2,” Taehyung corrects.

“Point proven,” You observe while messing around with the computer in front of you.

“You do realize that there’s 5 other museum docents in this place, right?” your friend laughs. “Not to mention you usually conduct guides at the most inconvenient times for the general public. I doubt he’d come here and schedule tours with you if it meant he didn’t get to see you at any given moment during the week.”

“Have you ever thought of the possibility that maybe I'm just really good at my job?” you ask him teasingly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he laughs.

“I know,” you commence your teasing. “What I mean to say is, Namjoon is too… pure for that. I sincerely haven’t noticed a single flirtatious intent or ‘look in his eye’ during the multiple times he’s been here. Genuinely, he loves art and wants to know everything about it before moving on to learning about the next art style, time period, or artist he chooses to jump to next.”

“You could be right,” he looks to the door realizing that a customer has started walking up to the receptionist area. “Or he may have been asking me about you since before he started tagging along on your guides.”

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You’re thinking about what Taehyung said all day.

He’s been asking about you? What specifically has he been asking about? And for how long has he been doing so before he started making an appearance at every guide you conducted?

Questions flood your mind, but excitement also overwhelms it.

Your exhibit has fully opened.

All your selected pieces for this have been displayed just like how you envisioned them to be. There's a crowd of people waiting to see what you’ve got, and best of all, Namjoon is there. He’s got a giant notebook in his hand, a cup of coffee in the other, and a big smile on his face as he spots you amongst the crowd.

You’re busy greeting critics, familiar faces, friends, family, and coworkers while you answer various questions and walk around the room explaining your art. You almost forget Namjoon is there until you get a free moment, and a tap on your shoulder sends a warm reminder that your eager art enthusiast has made it to your exhibit.

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” he smiles in awe while pointing to a painting near you two with the back of his pencil. “I have to say, though. Your pieces really make me think.”

“I’m no stranger to your questions, Namjoon. You know you can always ask me anything,” you blush.

“What was your muse?” he asks, still staring at the painting he pointed at. You have to turn around to look at which piece he’s talking about. Of course, this was one of your favorites out of all the pieces. You spent years on this one. Multiple trips to the same space out of the country, talks with natives, and fully immersing yourself like one. This one took the most thought and energy you’ve ever put into a piece. You’re flattered he’s mentioned this one out of all the others first.

“For this one, specifically? Or for the general theme of the exhibit?” you double-check.

“For this one — although, that was my second question,” he laughs. “I just happened to notice this one didn’t really match the theme. The rest all fall within a certain feeling, but this one caught my eye first.”

“I’m glad,” you banter. “This one is my favorite.”

“It’s mine, too,” he smirks, the warmness in his eyes flaming your entire body.

“As for the muse, it’s still hard to define,” you candor. “This one took the longest. So many stages of my 20s and mid-life crises and, well, life were all a mosh-pit of emotions on this one. I could only work on it in Iceland, too.”

“Iceland?”

“Yes,” you laugh at yourself. Saying it out loud, it sounded stranger than you thought it would. “So much inspiration came to me there. Before I knew it, I started saving the majority of my money just to travel there and work on this piece there.”

There's a pause. The business of the room engulfs you as the two of you look at your piece.

“I want to know you, Y/n,” he suddenly blurts out. You almost get whip-lash from how quickly you turn your head to face him once again. “You’re seriously such a talent to me. I want to know you and all your muses. What got you into art and art history and working here. All of it — I want to know it all.”

Now you’re seriously confused.

Maybe it was the way Taehyung told you that it was a likely possibility that Namjoon did like you despite your previous observations that he didn’t. Or maybe it's that glint in his eye that suggests that he truly wants to know more about you other than the fact that you work and present your art in the museum he frequently goes to. You don’t know. But you’ve always been opportunistic, so you take his mysterious sentiment into question.

“Namjoon, have you been talking about me with my co-worker?” you ask, that speed in your heartbeat making its way up your chest.

Namjoon blushes, smiling down at his notepad. “I knew that loser couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” he laughs to himself. “I have. But I promise, all good things.”

“Namjoon, I have to be honest. Taehyung did say some thi—”

“It’s all true,” he nods his head while looking back up at you. “Listen Y/n, as much as I love your tours, this was the one I wanted to go on the most. Your art, your voice, your presence —this is what I was the most curious about. All those questions about the artists I asked you about after those tours — I genuinely just loved listening to your passion. Hearing you talk about what you love and looking at you show off the work you put your soul into. I dunno, maybe I’ve developed a crush.”

Your heart beats out of your chest. Are you really that oblivious? You’re 6 1/2 years older than this man — you should know when a person has been crushing on you by now!

“Namjoon, I’m old,” you blurt, laughing at yourself. A part of you can't help but feel a little insecure about your age. One to two years and you're usually in the 'go' for a lot of romantic things and partnerships with others. But 6 1/2? That's more so unheard of nowadays.

“I could call you ajumma if you wanted,” he smiles teasingly.

“I’ll kill you,” you playfully threaten him. The flutter in your tummy is a little too overwhelming as he flashes his teeth at you, that look telling you that he’s really serious about this crush he’s developed.

“Seriously, Y/n, I couldn’t give a fuck about age,” he says. “I stand by the fact that I’d become gay and date a 570-year-old da Vinci if he were still alive today.”

“Art whore,” you laugh.

“So let me take you out,” he continues, simmering his laughter. “Coffee tomorrow at 10?”

You feel a strange weight lifted off your shoulders. Nodding your head at his question, you feel like you’ve maybe developed a new muse.

[End]

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[A/N]: Ajumma (아줌마) - [N], a Korean term referring to a married or middle-aged woman; typically a woman of one's parents' age or older.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023] 

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[daybreakx]

star-crossed⎥j.yh

✑ pairing: spider-man! yunho x fem reader.

✑ genre: angst, unrequited love, no way home au, multiverse au.

✑ warnings: third person pov, character death (non explicit depiction), mentions of food and drinks, anxiety tics. i haven’t written in a while, please excuse any mistakes, this is unedited. this may contain spoilers to spider-man’s mcu trilogy, read at your own discretion.

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✑ a/n: a spider-man! yunho scenario was requested a while ago and I am so sorry it took me so long but here it is, enjoy♡

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y/n thought that if she had to listen to Mingi whine for five minutes longer, she’d officially lose her mind. She’d been close to it more times than she could count in the past two hours. While she waited for Yunho, with Mingi and Bora, the news played loudly in the background as she tapped her fingers impatiently on the table.

“Please sit down,” she asked for the nth time, fingers sinking on the side of her face as she pulled up, as if the pressure would somehow bury the headache that was blooming behind. “Please, Mingi.”

Mingi’s left hand closed in a fist and opened as quickly in a nervous gesture. “I can’t stay still,” he murmured. 

Bora gave him a look mixed between pointed and soft, which was enough to get Mingi to finally take a seat. y/n felt her annoyance grow the slightest bit. Of course he had to listen to Bora, everyone listened to Bora.

“What do we do?” Mingi spoke again, rubbing his hands together. 

“I should have pressed the button,” Bora murmured, tracing the edge of the cube that rested on the table. The “if things go very wrong, use this” part of the plan. Well, things had gone very wrong a couple hours ago and she had refused. 

“Maybe,” Mingi brought his hand down to the table, startling both girls. “Maybe I can use this!” 

This was the ring Yunho had stolen from a sorcerer and given to Mingi. Who, of course, had absolutely no clue of how to use it. No matter how much he claimed he was probably a little bit of a magic being himself. She wanted to tell him no, he didn’t know how much worse he could make things. But what did it matter what she thought? If they always ended up doing what Yunho or Bora wanted. y/n thought she should be used to it by now, this role of being the extra who had a couple lines every few episodes and everyone remembered she actually existed when she came in handy, when she had something the hero could use to move on on his quest. On this occasion, it was access to the lab in which they were waiting for Yunho.

“And what exactly would you do with it?” Bora crossed her arms above her chest, “You don’t even know how to use it.”

“It cannot be that hard,” Mingi insisted, jumping from his seat. “I can just ask to see Yunho, that’s all we want, isn’t it? To know that he’s okay.”

Bora seemed to consider this, stepping away from the cube and looking at y/n to ask for her input. 

“It was magic that got us into this mess,” y/n replied, not looking at Bora, “Can we please just be careful?”

Both her friends seemed mildly disappointed at her response. That was common too, she was the killjoy a lot of the time. Of course y/n was afraid of getting in trouble, Spider-Man was considered an outlaw, and being involved with him made them targets too. That had been proved a few weeks ago when Yunho’s identity was revealed. But worrying about trouble didn’t compare to the fear she felt for their safety, especially Yunho’s. y/n hadn’t stopped worrying about Yunho’s safety since she found out about his secret identity. Because she had found out, she didn’t have a big reveal like Bora and Mingi did.

y/n had noticed the little things. The growing tardies and absences from Yunho, skipping plans, the cuts and bruises, the sudden shift in his open personality now secretive and avoidant. She had wanted to ask him more than once what the hell was going on with him, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Part of her thought that maybe, Yunho was just avoiding her, that their friendship was hanging on by a very thin thread Yunho couldn’t just cut. 

Because y/n had also noticed she’d become the odd one out. Golden Trios existed, not golden quartets. And even before they all shared Yunho's big secret, y/n’s role in the group progressively came to be the extra, even if it was her who’d known Yunho the longest. Bora was the love interest, Mingi was the best friend, Yunho was the hero. So what did that make out of y/n? The handy extra with hidden feelings for the hero, that’s what she was. 

It happened one night when they were studying chemistry together, a couple years ago. Yunho had been late and the pizza was cold, yet he still ate it like a starving man while he drew skeletal formulas on a piece of paper and got distracted every few seconds by the TV. y/n took in his disheveled hair, the newly added cut to his cheekbone, and when he stretched to grab another piece of pizza, the mark on his wrist, like he’d had something pressed against it for a long time. 

“How long has it been going on?” She tried first, while Shelley Duvall swung a bat at Jack Nicholson on TV.

Yunho took his eyes off the movie, giving her a puzzled look while still chewing. “What?”

Their heights matched, y/n had checked with the pictures published in Daily Bugle and videos posted on Youtube. That was another thing. But then again, maybe she was being paranoid. 

“How long have you been Spider-Man?” y/n paused the movie, drowning the room in a tense silence. Maybe he would laugh at her, wondering where the hell she got those ideas, maybe he would accuse her of being paranoid, much like she had thought. But maybe he would finally be honest. 

Yunho wiped his greasy fingers on a napkin after leaving his half-eaten pizza back on the cardboard. He considered her, his head falling sideways as his thoughts raced. If anyone were to find out, of course it had to be y/n, it seemed like she had to know everything and this wasn’t the exception. 

“Not long,” he sighed, pushing the unfinished chemistry work aside. “How long have you known?”

“Not long,” she echoed, which was technically a lie, she had known for a while, she just needed to be sure.

With a chuckle, Yunho filled his mouth with pizza again, earning some time to think how to proceed with this. Spider-Man was supposed to remain a secret for everyone, but he couldn’t deny that y/n’s confrontation had lifted a weight off his shoulders. Sharing the weight of a secret always made it easier to carry, he wouldn’t think that, of course, years later when his friends and family got harrassed for being involved in said secret.

“I won’t tell anyone,” y/n filled the silence for him, resuming the movie and looking down at her own formulas. “Your secret is safe with me.” 

“I know,” Yunho whispered, scooting closer to bump his shoulder against hers. 

This was her ticket back to the group. She wasn’t the extra anymore, she was the Keeper of Secrets, which of course had to be a big deal. And maybe, if she had that little additional luck the writers of the show of her life would promote her—finally— to Love Interest. Because that was what she wanted from the start, maybe even since Yunho had moved to her neighborhood when they were six years old.

But that promotion never came, and she was back to being the ‘oh there she is’ character in Jeong Yunho’s life. They graduated high school, Yunho and Bora started dating, Mingi became the faithful sidekick and y/n still struggled to move on.

“Well, maybe you could try,” Bora decided, heaving a sigh. “But please be careful, y/n is right, we have enough problems already.”

The aforementioned bit her tongue to keep quiet. “I am as worried for him as you are but—”

Mingi wouldn’t give Bora a chance to change her mind. Before y/n could even finish her sentence, he was already making circles in the air with the hand that held the ring. y/n felt her stomach twist, she had a terrible feeling about this. 

“We want to see Yunho, please, show us Yunho,” Mingi was almost chanting as he kept moving his hand effusively. 

Sparks flew and Bora gasped. Mingi jumped excitedly, and continued with his task as Bora encouraged him. 

y/n’s anxiety climbed up to her throat, closing it, as a portal opened in the middle of the room. Her ears buzzed, she didn’t even hear Mingi cheering or Bora’s scared squeak, her eyes were fixed on the portal and the person inside it. He was wearing a Spider-Man suit, slightly different from the one she knew, but he was the same height and had the same build as her friend. And the same face, once he removed the mask. The biggest difference was that his hair was dyed blond, while Yunho’s was a bright blue. 

“That’s not our Yunho,” she managed to croak through the knot on her vocal chords, one that was dissolving into acid. She wanted to throw up. “He’s not ours!”

Both her friends were startled by her words, and her sudden spring into action. But what the hell could she do standing in front of an open portal while a Yunho-looking stranger crossed? She couldn’t fight, and the closest thing to a weapon that she had was her smartphone, she didn’t want to throw her smartphone. 

“What do I do?” Mingi gasped as Bora pushed his ringed hand down, to shut the portal. 

The world stopped for a moment, as the not-Yunho’s mouth fell open and, before any of them could react, he held y/n between his arms. The girl stood petrified for a few seconds, before Bora pushed the imposter away from her. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes. He was Yunho, he spoke exactly alike, too. “I’m so sorry.”

Bora grabbed the first thing she found on the surface of the table, which happened to be an empty Coke bottle, and pointed it at Yunho. “Who the hell are you?”

Yunho still stared at y/n, his reddened eyes filling with tears again. y/n felt a pang of guilt as she took a step away from him, towards Mingi, who finally having forgotten about the magic, wrapped his arm around her. 

“Yunho,” the blond guy replied, running a gloved hand through his hair and blinking away the stinging from eyes. “I just– I’m not sure where I am.”

Bora raised the plastic bottle once again. “Where did you come from?”

Yunho gave a quick explanation of how he’d gotten to their city, it involved more portals, of course. How he was Spider-Man too, and how before stepping into the portal that had brought him to this room, he hoped he might finally be going home.

“Great,” Bora muttered, finally dropping her weapon. “So it wasn’t just the bad guys that came.”

“I could help,” Yunho offered, “I have seen half of those guys before, caught a couple of them.” he shrugged. 

“Honestly,” Mingi intervened for the first time, “What we really want right now is our Yunho back. No offense.”

Yunho shrugged once again, his eyes falling from Mingi to y/n. What kind of sick game was the universe playing against him to bring him here?

“Try again,” y/n murmured, squeezing Mingi’s hand. “Try again, he is in trouble.”

Mingi looked for Bora’s approval, always Bora’s approval. 

She nodded.

“Are you sure you know how to use that?” Yunho asked, crushing his mask on his left fist. 

Mingi squinted at him. “I brought you here didn’t I?”

“Just do it, Mingi. Hurry up,” y/n took a deep breath as Bora pulled her to the side, away from Yunho and Mingi. 

“That was weird, wasn’t it?” Bora muttered as Mingi struggled to focus. “He knew you.”

y/n shivered, the ghost of the way Other Yunho had squeezed her between his arms passing through her. “Maybe there is one of me where he comes from too.” She didn’t want to think much about it, she had a bad feeling about this too.

The sparks of another portal opening interrupted Bora’s reply, and y/n’s stomach sank as another Spider-Man came through. Not their Yunho, again, she knew it. 

This was a middle-aged version of Yunho, dark haired and with crow’s feet around his eyes. This last detail released a wave of warmth in y/n, laughter lines meant he was happy. 

“Who’s doing the introductions this time?” Mingi asked taking the ring off, willing to throw it to the other side of the room, before reconsidering and finally putting it inside the pocket of his jacket. 

Older Yunho’s eyes scanned the three of them first, and then stopped in his other self, widening.  “What are we doing here?” he questioned.

“Funny you should ask,” Other Yunho sighed, “But we’re still missing one of us.”

“How about we look for him the old way now?” y/n suggested, she couldn’t stop staring at both versions of the boy she loved with unmasked surprise, and a tinge of fear. “Is there a place you went when things went wrong? To gather your thoughts?”

Bora and Mingi frowned. That was the kind of thing they were supposed to know, as Yunho’s best friends, but they had absolutely no idea of what to say. 

“I think I know where,” Other Yunho said, looking at his older counterpart, who nodded.

“We’re coming too!” Bora jumped, pulling Mingi first and, as if she’d forgotten y/n had been there at all, looked for her at last. 

y/n shook her head, “Maybe they should go alone, it’s the kind of situation only they understand.”

Both Yunho’s spoke words of agreement but Bora argued for a few minutes, before Mingi yielded, making her do so too. 

“We’ll bring him back,” Other Yunho promised, and y/n who had been pinching her leg to center herself and avoid finally breaking into a panic, realized he was talking to her. Not Bora.

She nodded, although Yunho’s misinterpretation made her stomach hurt with sadness. If he knew, in the scarce time he’d been around, did that mean her Yunho knew her true feelings too?

y/n jumped from her seat the moment the doors opened, her jeans had a hole from how hard she’d been scratching at her leg and her body was so tense it she was in pain. 

The first thing Yunho did was wrap his arms around Bora, his blue, hair dripping from the rain, hid his face but not enough for y/n not to notice the blood and scratches on it. She looked away.

“Thank you for bringing him back,” she spoke through the knot on her throat to Other Yunho while the older one walked to Mingi, already explaining the plan they had to return everyone home. 

“There’s still lots to do,” Yunho replied, his hands resting awkwardly behind his back, as if to resist touching y/n again. “But things will be okay.”

“I sure hope so,” y/n sighed, unable to stop herself from looking over at Yunho and Bora. 

✳︎ ✳︎ ✳︎

They split into different tasks after Yunho recounted the night, breaking into tears a couple times and Bora held his hand all through it. They had to take care of this situation as fast as possible, before more people got hurt. 

y/n sat next to Older Yunho as he mixed chemicals and she replicated the steps a few moments later. She tried her best not to oggle at him, which proved impossible, but at least she paid enough attention to the steps to succesfully make her own batch of the antidote for the bad guys. 

“I know you,” Older Yunho said, taking off the safety glasses before smiling at her. y/n’s eyes set on his with slight surprise. “There’s a you where I come from, too. You two are very alike, which I guess shouldn’t come as a surprise.” he laughed. 

y/n smiled at him, taking off her safety equipment too. “Are we still friends?”

Yunho’s smiled dropped a little. “No,” he placed the glasses on the table, still looking for the explanation as to why. “But you’re happy, you’re the Main Resercher at Oscorp. You always talked about how that’s what you wanted, or I guess y/n did... this is slightly confusing.”

“Why are we not friends?” y/n ignored the part where she was succesful and accomplished, because that’s not what mattered to her. “Did you two fight?” 

“I wasn’t very good at keeping relationships, y/n. And sometimes people just— grow into different paths.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry you’re not friends anymore.” You because she couldn’t picture herself not being friends with Yunho. 

“Me too.” Yunho gave her a sad smile, making himself busy again.

Despite the evident tension between them and her unending anxiety, y/n approached Other Yunho as he too attended to the task he’d been assigned. 

“Need any help?” she questioned, watching him stretch the web fluid between two fingers. 

Yunho had to gather some inner courage to look at y/n. He never thought he’d see her again, or someone like her for that matter. And it hurt like hell.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he said, ignoring her proposal. “I– I was just surprised and– well, it was very inappropriate.”

“What is she like?” y/n grabbed the stool next to him and sat down. She was there too, in the life of this Yunho. She knew that letting that fact give her some sort of hope was dumb, but it was always her. Not Mingi and not Bora. She was always by Yunho’s side, in every universe.

Yunho sighed, staring at y/n for a moment so long that she felt her skin prickle. 

“She was everything. It was like she put the moon in the sky and made the sun shine.”

Was.

She was.

y/n didn’t want to know any more, but she still listened with a clenched jaw and a tight throat. 

“I couldn’t save her,” Yunho continued, he looked away and when his gaze returned to y/n, traces of tears gleamed on his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“She loved you,” y/n said, swallowing her own tears. “I know she did.” 

Her other self was a stranger, but this was something she knew for sure. y/n put a shaky hand on his arm, cringing at her bitten down nails before Yunho placed his own hand above it. 

She was there, in every single universe. She loved Yunho in every single universe, but that didn’t mean there was a universe out there in which they weren’t star-crossed.

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ROGACA, Serbia (AP) — When Elena Koposova signed an open letter against Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine, she didn’t expect a backlash in her newly adopted home state of Serbia.

After all, Serbia is formally seeking to join the European Union while adopting all the democratic values that go along with the membership, she thought. Now, she sees she was wrong.

Two years after signing the letter, the 54-year-old Russian woman is appealing an expulsion order after she was declared a threat to the national security of Serbia and her residency permit was revoked. The beleaguered literature translator said the only reason she could think of is the anti-war petition that she had signed.

“I am not an activist, but I did sign an anti-war letter when the Russian aggression in Ukraine just started,” she said in an interview. “Even not being an activist, I couldn’t just be quiet about it. So, I just put my name on the open letter where it was said that the war is a crime, and we must all unite to stop it.”

Koposova is not alone. Serbia opened its borders in recent years to tens of thousands of Russians fleeing the government of President Vladimir Putin and the war in Ukraine. Russian pro-democracy activists in the Balkan country now say at least a dozen recently faced entry bans or had their residency permits revoked on grounds that they pose a threat to Serbia’s security.

At least eight others are afraid to speak publicly about their legal problems with the Serbian authorities, fearing it could only jeopardize their chance of remaining in the country together with their families, Russian anti-war campaigners say.

“It was very sudden, very shocking,” Koposova said of the moment she received the expulsion order, which did not explain the reason for the measure, only declaring that she poses “a threat to national security” and that she must leave the country within 30 days.

She and her husband have built a modern house on a piece of land in a remote village outside Belgrade where they live with two children, ages 6 and 14, who are attending local school and preschool classes.

Rights activists say the residency problems point to a close relation between Serbia’s increasingly autocratic president, Aleksandar Vučić, and Putin, despite Serbia’s formal EU bid. Vučić has refused to join Western sanctions against the traditional Slavic ally while allowing Moscow propaganda outlets such as RT and Sputnik to spread their narrative throughout the Balkans.

“The authorities in Belgrade and the authorities in Moscow are politically very close,” said Predrag Petrović, research coordinator at the Belgrade Centre for Security Policy, an independent think tank that has sought an explanation from the Interior Ministry about the measures against the Russians.

“People who are critical of Putin’s regime present a big threat to the regime in Moscow,” Petrović said. “This is why these people are being targeted by the Serbian authorities.”

Serbian officials so far haven’t commented about the reported cases involving Russian citizens, and Serbia’s Interior Ministry hasn’t responded to an email from The Associated Press requesting an interview or a comment on the issue.

Since the war in Ukraine started two years ago, many Russians came to Serbia because they don’t need visas to enter the friendly Balkan state, a potential stepping stone for possible future emigration to the West. Many were dodging the draft, while others, like the Koposova family, who came earlier, simply were fed up with Putin’s government and sought a better life somewhere outside of Russia.

Peter Nikitin, one of the founders of the pro-democracy Russian Democratic Society, himself spent two days at Belgrade airport last summer when his entry permit was revoked, although he has a Serbian wife and has lived in Serbia for seven years. Nikitin was later allowed into the country, but a legal procedure regarding his residency papers is ongoing.

“I have no doubt that this is being done on direct orders from Russia, either via the embassy or directly from Moscow,” insisted Nikitin, whose group has also organized protests against the war in Ukraine and demonstrations demanding freedom for political prisoners including Alexei Navalny, a Russian opposition leader and a Putin critic who died on Feb. 16 in an Arctic penal colony in Russia.

Nikitin said other anti-war activists who faced scrutiny by Serbian authorities include fellow founder of the RDS group, Vladimir Volokhonsky, who now lives in Germany.

Also under sanctions were Yevgeny Irzhansky, who organized concerts by anti-Putin bands in Serbia and who has since moved to Argentina with his wife, and Ilya Zernov, a young Russian who was banned from returning to Serbia after being attacked by a far-right Serbian nationalist when he tried to erase a wall painting calling for death to Ukraine in downtown Belgrade.

Nikitin said that the goal of these measures is to intimidate anti-war campaigners.

“The only explanation for that is that they want to scare everyone,” he said. “Because if you can’t sign an anti-war letter, then there’s really nothing you can do. And it does have a chilling effect.”

“The point is the anti-war Russians are not protesting here against anyone in Serbia,” Nikitin said. “We are only concerned with our own country and with our neighboring country, which is suffering from our country right now.”

Serbia’s close relations with Russia date back centuries and the two countries also share a common Slavic origin and Orthodox Christian religion. Russia has supported Serbia’s bid to retain its claim on Kosovo, a former province that declared independence in 2008 with Western backing.

Serbia and Russia also maintain close links between their security services.

Former Serbian state security chief Aleksandar Vulin, who was sanctioned by the U.S. for aiding Russia’s “malign” influence in the Balkan region, recently received a decoration from the Federal Security Service of Russia for close cooperation between the two spy agencies. Vulin reportedly was involved in wiretapping prominent Russian opposition activists who met in Belgrade on the eve of the war in Ukraine and who were later jailed in Russia.

For Koposova, the decision by Serbian authorities to kick her out of the country, means that she and her family could lose everything if her appeal is rejected.

The family can’t go back to Russia because they have sold all their property, are now labelled as anti-Putin and her husband could be drafted into the army to fight in Ukraine, Koposova said.

“This house is our only house, the only house that our kids have,” she said, with tears in her eyes.

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To summarise:

Welcome to Riverdale, the town where you can’t stop progress. The secret, of course, is not to make any, to begin with.

The episode starts with Betty taking off her sunglasses as a reminder of her superpower. Don’t worry, Riverdale, we haven’t forgotten.

Remember how Archie couldn’t help Tabitha because he had his ass handed to him by Percival? That was last week. This week he can in fact go against Percival. Emboldened by their 6x10 failure, Barchie and Jabitha talk about staging a “coup de town”.

Alice overhears them and tells Percival, who implements a curfew at sundown on the pretext of foggy weather.

Instead of moving their meeting re: the coup before sundown, our heroes decide to a) postpone it and b) ignore the curfew anyway. No comment.

Time Alert: it was not yet September when Hiram’s bomb exploded but as per Betty’s calendar it’s now January 15th. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, everybody!

Side note: I too use a huge-ass wall calendar in my office to mark down my period. 

Not.

Now that he’s a deputy, I didn’t expect to see Kevin in RHS and yet there he is, at the teachers’ lounge, sans uniform, ready to drink some coffee. Either those RHS coffee machines make a mean cup of joe or Kevin’s still part-time teaching sex-ed at RHS.

Toni and Kevin have a face-off on the subject of Baby Anthony and what his parents’ lifestyle choices should be. It’s Riverdale, so said choices are: gang membership or compulsive cruising. Kevin is still not related to either the baby or the baby’s parents, so this debate is Moose. Sorry, moot.

Penelope is back! After she was banished from Thornhill, she travelled the world searching for sanctuary and eventually found herself in the Himalayas, at the original convent of the Sisters of Quiet Mercy. Unlike me, Madelaine Petsch is a professional actress who can sip her tea without spit-taking. Kudos.

Penelope is Penelope, therefore, instead of the Dalai Lama, in the Himalayas she found Jesus. She understands that, after all the gaslighting, her daughter’s skeptical, but she goes on with her plan. 1 riverdollar says she’s gaslighting Cheryl again.

Much like Martin Luther King’s assassination, Hiram’s bomb is a fixed point in time, which means that Jughead cannot get his hearing back through Tabitha changing the timeline. Not that it matters: he seems to be doing just fine after that ASL teacher inspired him to learn how to draw back in 6x7. Woke Stories.

Betty opens her front door to go to Archie’s house and sees someone lurking. He doesn’t emit a red aura but the head of Riverdale’s F.B.I. office and catcher of multiple serial killers is spooked. Therefore, she decides to use the back door. To go to Archie’s house. Which is … across from her own. Like … what’s the difference, Yale girl?

Barchie don’t have anything else to say after greeting each other, so they hop into bed for some sex. (Note: after rebuilding his house, Archie is still staying at his childhood room under the roof)

Barchie’s afterglow talk includes: questioning whether they’re dating or not and the fact that Betty’s late. Barchie’s baby talk must be the world’s most awkward segue to serial killer-induced trauma.

Archie mentions Fred, which I take to be Varchie foreshadowing: after all, partners who are obsessed with their daddykins together, get back together.

Meanwhile, back at Pop’s, Jabitha have defied Percival’s curfew by keeping the Diner open for no reason at all.

Tabitha is upset because Jughead, who now hears thoughts instead of sounds, read her mind. That’s an invasion of privacy! (Also, the only way the writers could think of introducing a new plot point: what is Tabitha hiding from Jughead??)

Fresh Stories™: The narrative of serial killers appreciating Betty’s Darkness™ returns.

Nothing spells romance like a good dismemberment story. Twenty-two episodes after the first mention of TBK back in 5x4, we finally learn what happened to Betty while she was held hostage by him. Apparently, he gave her an electric carving knife and told her to dismember a dead body, which is a bit disappointing: I expected him to give her the chainsaw. Baby steps, I guess.

Armed with a deadly weapon, F.B.I. trainee and all-around badass Betty Cooper, instead of going after TBK, dismembered the body. Ok.

Archie wonders why he’s in Riverdale. He must be getting even denser, as he says it’s because he wants to raise a family there. I, however, remember it’s because General Taylor sent him back to manage the RROTC program at RHS.

He assures Betty that he’s not going anywhere. We know this is true, because he told Veronica exactly the same thing in 5x18: like bad writing, Archie is never leaving Riverdale.

In the Babylonium there’s another couple that doesn’t care about Percival’s curfew: Veggie play strip poker in front of daddykins’ portrait and then have sex in one of the champagne suites. They proceed to have the only real adult conversation in the show ever since the time-jump and call it quits for fear of perpetuating their parents’ toxic dynamics. If Riverdale is good at one thing, that is spelling things out.

Back at Pop’s the 6-figure CEO from Chicago doesn’t have enough gas for the diner’s generator. While Jughead wonders around the parking lot with an empty tank, Tabitha listens to the phone call that saved Barchie from Hiram’s bomb on a ham radio, because … why not?

Everybody’s got candles but no one, NO ONE, like Cheryl Blossom. Penelope gives Cheryl the letters Heather, her junior high school belle, sent her. She admits she hated Cheryl because of internalized homophobia. This actually tracks: in Riverdale, all the fathers are douches and dead and all the mothers are douches and gay. Except from FP, who is a douche, alive and probably gay too.

At the Fogarty-Topaz residence, Fangs and Toni eat some tostitos. This also tracks: Doritos are for legends only. Man, I miss Hiram.

Fangs wants Baby Anthony to be raised the same way that he and Toni were. Which, I surmise, means, with a sick mother for whose medicine he’d have to pay by selling fizzle rocks (like Fangs) and a homophobic uncle who would lock him out of the trailer (like Toni). Oooookay.

You won’t effing believe it but Kevin and Moose are also violating Percival’s curfew by being at school after sundown. Kevin still works as a teacher at RHS after all. He says that the deputy stuff is a part-time job but the fact that he was unaware that Moose is the new PE teacher, makes me think it’s the other way around.

Fangs’ ex asks Fangs’ ex if he got back together with his ex. (That would be Fangs). They didn’t, so they decide to put the ‘ex’ in ‘sex’.

Meanwhile, Fangs is mad that Kevin hasn’t come by the house as promised. He wants to go out and find him but instead stays at home to make out with Toni.

Back at the Diner, Jabitha also make out share a hug.

While everyone -but Jabitha- had been fornicating, Percival made a coup of his own and became mayor of Riverdale. Thanks for giving him the idea in the first place, Archibald. If this isn’t the biggest incentive about contraception, I don’t know what is.

Tabitha says she has time-travelled 1.384 times. Off-screen, of course - the show’s budget is limited. No wonder Jabitha don’t have any sex. Girl must be exhausted!

She says they manage to beat Percival twice but Jughead always dies. Jughead, who has died and come back quite a few times, remains unbothered by the news. For good measure, he hugs Tabitha again.

Toffee was also on a ham radio contacting her accountant. Her candle making side hustle is doing really well and she’s searching for new investment opportunities.

#Riverdale season 6 spoilers #Riverdale season 6 #s6 recaps #my goal for s6 is to give Toffee as many side gigs as Archie

[moveslikebucky]

WIP Wednesday

Hey y'all it's been a while! Today I want to give you all a look at a new project that me and @ouidamforeman are working on with their Reverse Omens boys, Gadreel and Ezra. It's a human au where Gadreel is a Baptist youth pastor and Ezra is a lapsed Catholic, and it's full of lots of small town angst and self-discovery. Here's a little bit of chapter one for you all <3

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Gadreel felt his skin prickling as he finished stacking the chairs.  The week had been harder than usual.  The questions and the doubts in his mind were louder than ever.  It was becoming more difficult to drown them out, to just ‘have faith’ and blindly follow.  He was so tired and anxious all the time and no matter what he did relief seemed to be out of his grasp.

He stretched his hands over his head, working out the kinks in his back before checking his watch.  Well past eight pm on a Sunday; so much for his nightcap of coffee next door.  He sighed heavily, just ready for the day to be over.  He gathered up the trash, the last of his penance in volunteer work, and took the bag out the back door.  

The nice waiter from next door was outside, huddled under the back awning of the diner as the rain came down.  The tip of his cigarette burned bright orange in the dark of fading twilight.  It had been forever since Gadreel had smoked, his father called it sinful.  

But what wasn’t a sin to that man, really?  Every Sunday the same thing; up in the pulpit telling everyone everything they were doing wrong.  Subtly pointing towards members of the congregation he disagreed with, who he thought were being sinful in some way.  Never enough to single them out, but enough to make them sweat, to make them get back in line or push their kids back in line.  The Youngs in particular, he liked to target them with Biblical parenting advice in the guise of being for everyone present.  But Gadreel knew, and the Youngs did, too.  And you could be the entire membership of the church did also.  Gossip ran quickly through this town.

“You alright?”  

Gadreel was shaken from his thoughts by the question, realization dawning on him that he’d just been standing here on the back porch in the rain with a bag of trash.  The waiter was staring at him, his sleeves rolled up, food-stained apron still wrapped around his waist.  Gadreel felt his eyes bore straight through him, straight through all of the noise that clouded him in the moment.  Through the stress of planning and questions and his father’s teachings and the world at large.  He felt his lip start to quiver.

“Absolutely not,” he choked out before he could stop himself.  The admission was enough to set the wheels in motion.  The trashbag fell to the concrete, splitting open as it did.  Gadreel sank to the ground, head in his hands as he started to cry.  He couldn’t hold it in anymore.  Couldn’t stave it off even a moment longer.  He resigned himself to crying alone in the rain until he could move properly again.  After all, this was his punishment.  This was what he deserved, really.  He wouldn’t feel bad unless he needed to, unless it was purposeful.  Unless he deserved it.

“Hey, hey, whoa…” the waiter said, throwing an arm over his head and crossing between the two awnings.  He shook out his blond curls before sitting down next to Gadreel.  “Buddy, you’ve been overworking yourself, haven’t you?”

Gadreel wanted to answer, wanted to form words.  But every time he opened his mouth all that came out was a strangled sob.

“It’s ok, take your time.  Let it out, it’s better to let it out.”

The man lightly patted his back, like he was unsure if Gadreel might push him away or possibly slap him.  It was such a small gesture, but more than Gadreel had felt in so long that it only made him cry harder.  He found he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into the man’s shoulder.

“Ok then, it’s ok.  You’re gonna be fine.”  The waiter let him cry, occasionally patting his back.  Every so often he’d throw in another reassurance.  It’s ok.  You’re fine.  Soft words spoken softly as Gadreel’s sobs turned to hiccoughs.  “See?  It’s all alright, let it out.”

“Th… thank you,” Gadreel finally managed to find the strength to utter.  “Sorry you had to see that, you don’t even know me.”

“Black coffee with two sugars and a Denver omelet; know you well enough I think.”  Gadreel met the stranger’s gaze at that, taking in the quirk of his eyebrow and the crookedness of his smile and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.  “See?  There's half a smile, that’s better.”

“Suppose so…” Gadreel said, still sniffling just a bit, the guilt and embarrassment beginning to set in.

“Eh, I’ve been there, it’s fine.”  The waiter said as he stood.  He offered Gadreel a hand.  “C’mon, let me make you some coffee.”

#text #my fic #good omens #book omens #reverse omens #we're projecting all of our religious experiences onto these boys and making them deal with it #u know #like content creators do xD

[hibi2]

I’ve haven’t used Crunchyroll in a while, but I just opened the app again.

Why is almost everything behind a premium membership? Even stuff I remember seeing with ads, like izetta the last witch, are now premium blocked!

I don’t wanna pay for a membership, since I’ve heard Crunchyroll is having a ton of issues at the moment. (Like apparently firing the dub cast of mob 100 due to the mere mention of a union, of course this could be outdated news.)

Also I’m stingy.

Does anyone know a good place to watch anime?

#crunchyroll #izetta the last witch #mob 100 #anime

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Gym Membership - Part 18 (Crosshair)

Summary: Crosshair reacts to Tech's statement

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

I hope everyone is doing well. I know things are getting rough for all of us, but just keep in mind that we all love you. Just keep swimming. Keep moving, keep pushing, even if it's a millimetre, just keep trying.

Love oo

Warning: Grief, emotional hiding, anger, annoyance, flower buying, mentions of hospital, and cardiac monitor. I think that's all of it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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“What could you possibly know about grieving? You’re not Hunter, you’ve never lost a wife or a fiancee! You’ve never loved anyone!” Tech’s voice echoed over and over in Crosshair’s head, he rubbed his hands on his pant leg, doing his best to control the anger brewing within him. He stood from his seat, his fists clenched by his side.

“You have no idea what I’ve lost” Cross’ voice was cold and menacing as his jaw clenched. “Just cause you’re my vod doesn’t mean you know my life!” 

He moved away from Tech, grabbing his keys, he didn’t exactly know where he was heading at that moment, what he did know was he needed to move away from Tech before he hit him.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Tech one last time, “I may not know what you are feeling Tech, but if you don’t learn how to deal with Kamarie’s loss, it’ll eat away at you more than you can imagine.” It was all Cross wanted to add before he headed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Time passed as Crosshair drove his car in a daze, before he even realized it, his car was headed towards the Veteran’s Army Hospital. He sat in his car staring at the hospital for a good fifteen minutes as he contemplated whether or not he should get out of the car. 

He hadn’t been there in a week, his schedule got thrown off the whole thing with Tech stressed him out if he was being honest. As he sat there, he realized he hadn’t even brought any flowers with him. It was too late now to go and get some from his usual florist, he let out a frustrated sigh as he got out of his car and headed in.  He would need to make a stop at the gift shop, he hated getting gift shop flowers, they were always leftovers and scraggly bits. His jaw clenched as he looked at the stems that were being offered, they were pathetic and not good enough.

“Can’t find what you’re looking for?” The shopkeeper asked as she stood beside him, a smile on her face.

“Do you have … I don’t know, any fresh flowers?” He turned to the elderly lady who had been there taking care of the shop for the past twenty-five years. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while, kid” she mumbled as she walked to the door behind the register.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get my flowers at the shop you recommended.” He answered absent-mindedly, “Plus there was a death in my family … so my schedule’s been a little hectic”

“Sorry to hear that, kid.” She gave him a sympathetic nod, before she disappeared into the room she opened, she walked out with a rather large bouquet, “Here you go, lanky.” She placed the bouquet on the counter as she patted his hand, “Just remember, I always keep a fresh batch just in case.” Crosshair looked at the bouquet of roses and tulips that oddly went together, “Was it someone you were close to?” Cross quirked his eyebrow, as he tried to understand her question, “The family member that you lost.”

“Somewhat, she was my brother’s fiancé.”

“That poor man, are you being supportive?” She always treated him like he was her son, he wasn’t sure why, or what she was hoping to get out of being so kind to him.

“As much as I can be, but he’s hiding himself” his voice still had a hint of anger and annoyance as he thought back to Tech.

“Much like you are?”

“I’m not hiding”

“Oh no? Tell me, since the last time we talked, have you told your family why you come to the hospital every week?” Cross didn’t answer her, “Well… have you?”

He let out a sigh, “They don’t know anything”

She lifted her eyebrow in derision, “Isn’t that a form of hiding? You can’t be angry and annoyed with him for hiding when you are doing the same thing, and a lot longer than he has.”

“I’m not angry … or annoyed.”

“Yeah, and I’m not a 65 year gift shop cashier.” She held up her hands in surrender when he narrowed his eyes at her, “Alright, so you’re not annoyed or angry…” she rolled her eyes, “then how do you feel with the way he’s acting?”

“Aggravated” he smirked as he looked at her, “See not annoyed or angry”

She silently laughed as she shook her head, “Kid, pretty sure, aggravation is a mixture of both.” He just shrugged, as he listened to her explanation, “Anyway, young man, try not to be too hard on him. Just remember how you felt and how much pain you went through when you first started coming here.”

“Thanks Bethany. I’ll see you around.” 

He took the bouquet and nodded his thanks as he headed towards the seventh floor. His feet followed the familiar path he’d taken over the past several years, he headed to the room he had gotten to know like the back of his hand. 

His feet froze as his eyes focused on the woman’s back sitting in the chair by the bed, his hand gripped the bouquet a little tighter, as he walked in, placing the bouquet in the vase beside the bed getting rid of the old flowers that were there, “Why are you here?” He mumbled without looking at her.

I glanced up to look at the man who vexed me to no end, I didn’t even bother responding to him as I focused my attention back on my book, glancing at my sister’s bedside cardiac monitor. I don’t know what was more vexing his voice, the fact he always showed up and usually brought her favourite flowers, or that he didn’t say much and still managed to get under my skin. My eyes glanced over as I watched him grab one of the chairs in the room and slid it beside mine. 

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[heavensigh]

I’ve been wanting to journal for some time, but life is kinda fast. It really started out of frustration. I’ve been taking my birth control pills continuously for about 3 months now, thinking that it would make my fitness journey a bit better without having to suffer the awful side effects of my period once a month. Well, jokes on me because not skipping those white pills did absolutely dick. I STILL got cramps, blinding back pain, painful bloating and the gas. AND on top of that, instead of my period being a stream of 5 days, I spotted for 3 weeks straight. The first month it happened I was like, “Alright, bet, I just need to work it into my system and it should be set for the next month.” Nope. This just went on...and on...and on. So here I am, 3rd month and countless ruined panties later. I have decided to completely get off the pill. No more birth control for me. Chu is snipped and due for his sperm count appointment in Dec. We’re just going to have to tough it out til then. I’m going to experiment with my diet and keep working out until I can naturally combat my Moon Blues.

I’ve officially dropped my coach and I feel back at square one. That bastard hasn’t answered any of my text messages for over a month. What a freaking waste. I haven’t been to the gym in about a week in a half. Mainly because of my body being bloddy and feeling gross this whole time. I start again on Monday, this time with Chu in tow. We made up about him being a horrible workout partner and now are decided to change times of our workouts and maybe gyms? I’m not sure on that though. My gym isn’t bad per say but it doesn’t offer a lot. There is a bigger gym just as close but I read that its a bitch to cancel your membership there so I probably won’t bother.

Work has been better. My attorney hasn’t gotten any better, in fact she might have laid it on a bit more. But the firm has hired a new paralegal, one that has been in the game for decades. My attorney came to me, shyly I might add, and informed me that she’ll be taking on the new hire while I get moved to the associate lawyers. I was elated. She is the only reason I hate going to work in the morning. I mean...I still have no clue what I’m doing but at least I won’t be talked down to for making mistakes during my training. As long as my schedule and salary can stay the same I don’t care what I do. I get along so much better with the associates and I feel like i can finally take my time to really learn instead of fighting for my life everyday at work. Thank you Jesus because I was really praying for a solution to my work blues. I was legit about to quit.

November is almost here and I’m looking to shake things up financially. I’m actively saving for retirement now and opened up an investment account. I set some new saving goals and talked to Chu about FIRE. I gave us 5 years for us to move out of the USA. I know that deadline is very extreme but I think I can work under that kind of pressure. I really can’t fail. I have to pay off all my debt (again) and really throw myself into this. I’m looking for a better job, working on my side hustles and trying to eliminate things that no longer serve me. I have a few games coming out next year that I’m looking forward to but thats about it. My niece wants to take a trip to Japan with us and that sounds fun as hell. I wonder how much money I should put toward that?

I’ve decided to stop dyeing my hair and let it grow in naturally. It seems long enough to braid and with the coming winter months I thought it would be a perfect time to let the color go and focus on a more healthy journey. We’ll see how long I can last with this.

I thought I wanted to go back to school to change careers but I’m thinking of just going the cert route and be down with it. Times are changing and I can’t justify spending thousands of dollars on a degree right now. Especially since I’ve been lying about them on my resume up until now and have been doing just fine.

Overall, I feel like I’m in a transitioning period. I have to focus on completely some goals so that future me can live a good life. Current me is living a pretty good one now but it can be better...so much better.

#life update #personal #dear diary #journal #pbthoughts

[declanfs]

January 8, 2024! (TWO THOUSAND TWENTY FOUR feels like it should be in all caps)

This work is entitled “River.” Made by Declan using deodorant <3

I can’t believe you turn three this year! It’s still almost half a year away, but it’s still closer than ever. You are such a little sweetheart stink bug. Your new thing is to freeze us so you can do something sneaky, which is kind of nice because it clues us into you doing something shady.

Example: Earlier today, we split a half of a bueno bar - 2 little chocolate squares each. You love chocolate. I love chocolate. We love to have little bits of chocolate throughout the day, and you’re actually eating pretty well lately so I have no issues with this. You are washing lightning McQueen and mater in your lovevery sink on the island because they got dirty at the sand pit today and you very sweetly and politely say “please i can have more chocolate mama?” And so of course I’m like, okay, yes. We can both have one more piece. So we each have a single shell from this chocolate box Santa brought me. THEN, like 5 minutes later after we are playing a totally different game and are in the living room and you see “You’re frozen, mama!” And so i look over and you are walking straight to the candy drawer where all the chocolate shells are! So I say HEY! You little sneaky, sneaker! And I run over and scoop you up - because making you laugh is the best way to distract from the fact that we are not having more chocolate right now - and I take you downstairs to tell dada about your sneak-scapades.

Like 20-30 min later you said I was frozen so you could hit the palm tree plant with your sticky hand. You haven’t learned yet that if you didn’t try to freeze us, we would never know you were up to something, and hopefully you don’t learn that for a while long.

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Last night during dinner, you walked back to our bedroom. Not unusual because you’ve loved dumping out your rock and seashell treasures on our bed and you like to turn the lamps on and off. But, when I called out “what are you doing, Declan?” And you replied with “mama, dada, you’re frozen!” Dada immediately jumped into action to see what trouble was in the making. You were actually in the bathroom and had an accident back there because learning to poop on the potty is really hard, so you freezing us was your distraction so you could go to the bathroom in peace!

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You’ve just been extra delightful lately, and it’s so fun to watch you play and grow.

Pa is officially retired now, so sometimes he just comes over on a random Tuesday to look at the dinosaur detective book. When the weather is nicer, I’m sure we’ll spend more time doing outdoor adventures.

Christmas updates:

Santa brought you a marble run and a new tricycle! We got you some new books, a Yoto player, the trash truck game you really wanted from target, little people market, beads, a bluey tree house, and a zoo membership. In other words, we got you way too many things. After you opened like 2 wrapped presents, you were basically done. You didn’t finish opening presents until last weekend (new year’s eve!) I guess between Santa and what we picked out, you just had enough to play with.

Auntie Koko got you a doctor playset and an ice cream counter

Granny and Pa got you a bluey trash truck and a drum set and some clothes

Deedee and pop got you a yo-yo and a kaleidoscope and a lightning McQueen Dino track that you LOVE. I think they actually got you something else, but I’m kind of blanking on what it was right now.

You live in your pjs and love feeling cozy with soft blankets. So far we have read like 189 books for the 1,000 books before kindergarten challenge, and most of the books on the floor in that picture are from the library. You also LOVE the cats. You are so delighted when they come up to you for pets or you can sit next to them.

[addierose444]

Jazz, Climbing, and Goals

On Saturday night I attended a jazz concert at the Theatre At Meydenbauer Center located in downtown Bellevue. This concert was a part of the Bellevue Jazz & Blues Music Series which has been happening annually since 2008. The performers were the band Pearl Django with the singer Gail Pettis. While this was my first time hearing of these musicians and jazz isn’t exactly my genre of choice, I really enjoyed the concert. The music itself was fantastic and I appreciated that the venue was relatively small which meant that despite sitting near the back I still had a great view. One jazz-related fun fact about me is that I played electric bass in my school’s jazz band from eighth through tenth grade. You can read a bit more about my musical history and favorite songs at the respective links. Another nice thing about attending the concert is that it inspired me to open up my guitar case and play a few songs! Definitely looking forward to playing more guitar in the near future as it is something I love to do but haven’t been the best about making time for. 

Pivoting to my primary current hobby of rock climbing, Saturday was also when I completed my first two V2 climbs. Admittedly I’m still very much a beginner climber as the scale used to grade bouldering problems ranges from V0 (easiest) to V16 (hardest). There's also an introductory rating of VB, to capture all bouldering problems below V0. If you are more familiar with the Yosemite Decimal System used for both outdoor and indoor climbing, V2 roughly corresponds to a 5.11-. If you’re curious to learn more about both grading systems, check out this REI article on climbing grades. 

In most other areas of my life, I strive to always be learning and improving. However, when it comes to rock climbing, and guitar for that matter, my primary goal is just to have fun. In order to achieve this goal, it’s important for me to generally avoid setting goals for these hobbies. For instance, one of my 2020 goals was to play guitar every day. While I “achieved” this goal, the overall impact was negative as it made me feel like I had to play which inherently made it less fun. 

Technically I do have one climbing-related goal. It’s okay though because it’s very easy to meet and is in actuality just a manifestation of my financial goals. (Technically I don’t have formal financial goals, but being financially responsible is a top priority of mine). Basically, the goal is simply to ensure that the cost of my climbing membership is justifiable each month. The reality here is that if I’m no longer able to justify the membership, I’ll just re-evaluate to determine if the punch pass or day pass options would be more appropriate. With all of that being said, it’s still fun to see improvement, and more practically opens up additional climbing opportunities which is exciting

#jazz #bellevue #Bellevue Jazz & Blues Series #guitar #bouldering #goals #hobbies