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unhappy-sometimes · 19 days ago

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a 2024 writing retrospective (for sxf fanfic)

ignore the fact that i’m a few days late. i’ve been unbelievably busy the past couple weeks.

in this post i’ll go over the fics i wrote in 2024 think of it as an extremely extended author’s notes. i love to talk and will do so when given the chance.

i’ll start from my latest fic and work my way backwards. spoilers for everything i’ve written in 2024.

(Very) Stupid

Something that I try really really hard to maintain in my writing is believability, specifically when it comes to writing characters. Characters acting out of character is one of my biggest fanfic pet peeves: if I wanted to read about someone’s oc, then I would’ve read a regular book. That being said, I think a lot about how Twilight would actually act like if he were in love. I had an interesting conversation with @cantareincminor forever ago about how he’s so emotionally constipated that it’s kind of difficult to write Twilight in love without making him a bit ooc. Right now in canon it’s hard to imagine him falling head over heels for anyone (in my opinion, anyway).

That being said there are moments in canon where he acts flustered in situations that could be interpreted as romantic. So, for right now, my hypothesis is this: if and when Twilight falls in love, he’s going to be an absolute fool. He’s going to do his usual overthinking and overanalyizing, so much to the point that he starts hesitating over the smallest things.

(Very) Stupid is how I imagine all of that unfolding, although for the sake of comedy I did push things to the absurd. Sometimes Twilight does things in canon with such certainty of “Yes, of course normal people do this, I’m nailing this normalcy thing” that he fails to realize he’s being kinda ridiculous. I also wanted to take that element and incorporate it into a fic.

I also wanted to try subverting expectations (ooh fancy literary term) by having them do romantic things that lead them nowhere. I tried to cram in as many tropes as I could—feeding each other with a fork, only one bed, first kiss—but do so under the guise of Twilight completely missing how dumb he’s being the entire time. He only realizes his feelings until after their first kiss, specifically when Yor surprises him with a quick peck on the cheek. This, of course, was deliberate. I figured that it’d make the most sense if Twilight would only realize his feelings in a situation where he wasn’t the one initiating a (somewhat) romantic gesture because he theoretically wouldn’t be overthinking it. Instead, Yor just sneaks in when his guard is down <3

Endings are usually the hardest things for me to write and (Very) Stupid was no exception. I almost had Twilight pass out at the breakfast table when he kisses Yor but then I realized I’d made him faint in almost every fic I’ve written this year and that felt like a cop out. But I figured it out and I don’t mind the way the ending turned out :D

Also, kind of a random reference, but the title is slightly inspired by VERY NICE by Seventeen lol

Holy crap I’ve written so much for only one fic so far. My apologies in advance.

21 Eden Street

I won’t go into too much detail for 21 Eden Street because it’s still ongoing, but I just wanna brag about how fun it is to write hehe. It’s really enjoyable to write pure crack and come up with stupid and insane ideas with Cantare. You don’t need to have seen either iteration of 21 Jump Street to understand what’s going on. Honestly, we’ve taken very little from the source material and treated it more like a loose guide and a basis for brainstorming.

Don’t worry, we haven’t abandoned it! Cantare is waiting on me to finish writing my chapter (hehe sorry, Cantare!) and soon it’ll be back up and running.

Seeing things

Ah, Seeing Things, my beloved <3

This fic has the least amount of hits out of everything I’ve written (which is not surprising to me) but I hold it very dear to my heart. There’s not a specific reason why other than I just really enjoyed writing it. I also spent a ton of time making supplementary drawings and a whole hype campaign for it, too, so I kinda am obligated to feel some sorta way about it.

Anyway, the way this fic came about is simple; I just had the things I am most afraid of happen to Twilight. Yes, I’m scared of serial killers and my loved ones dying like everyone else, but something I am absolutely terrified of are hallucinations. That and doppelgangers.

Not being able to tell reality apart from fiction activates the flight or fight senses in me. Real life can be scary, yes, but reality is bound by the rules of reality. Literally anything can happen in fiction. The most horrific, awful things are possible in fiction and if those things suddenly become possible in reality???? Girl I am GONE. Passing away. Curling up in a fetal position in the nearest corner. I don’t know if that makes any sense. If I ever start seeing things that I can’t be sure are actually happening or not, I am choosing to die right then and there. Doppelgangers as a concept are also really scary to me. It’s like stranger danger but times a thousand because you can’t tell who the strangers are anymore.

In my initial draft, there wasn’t nearly as much of a tension between Twilight and Yor. If I recall correctly, by then I’d written to nearly the end and realized that for Yor this whole experience has been Loid acting just a little more weird than usual. It might’ve been Cantare’s suggestion (just assume everything after Guy’s Night has been beta’d by Cantare and you’ll be mostly right) but I realized that Twilight probably would start to suspect the people around him were screwing with him. I added the scene where his room was messed up and it all fell into place hehe.

I don’t like writing gore or the like because I feel like typical gore quickly starts escalating into levels of pain that the average reader has no possibility of comprehending and it loses its efficacy. Instead I tried feeding into Twilight’s paranoia, adding things that in isolation are just weird but when put together are unsettling. I shamelessly stole the fourth room hallway from Impossible Landscapes, a Delta Green campaign that I highly recommend you check out if you enjoy surreal horror. I purposefully kept some things vague, like the things Anya sees in Twilight’s mind, the way Handler’s face gets warped, or the description of “the watchers” because I felt like going into detail would lose the unknown-ness of it all. That and I’m lazy heehee.

In some way, canon Spy x Family does deal with ideas of doppelgangers and paranoia. Spies are constantly afraid of being listened in on, they don’t know if they can trust anyone, and they always have to keep an eye over their shoulder. For someone who is always a little scared of being spied on (I cover my phone and laptop cameras for that exact reason), that kinda sounds like torture. Seeing Things was a fun way to crank that paranoia up to a hundred. It was especially fun writing the museum scene because I tried thinking of things that are just ever so slightly off, things that theoretically could exist but clearly don’t.

I also threw in other things I’m scared of, like being watched, being followed, the dark, and the bathroom at night just to be extra mean to Twilight <3

Anyway, I’m rambling and this analysis post will be a novel if I keep this up.

Guy’s Night

I do recognize the insane tone shift going from Seeing Things to Guy’s Night.

What is there to even say about Guy’s Night? I got the idea from Psych (the Last Night Gus episode) who got the general basic from the Hangover movies. I wrote it all out in a few days, one of which I was sick in bed. I don’t know what to say.

Looking back on it, I don’t love the way it turned out. I’m glad I wrote it but where I usually don’t mind rereading my stuff for fun I do kinda cringe at Guy’s Night. It relies on a lot of contrivances which I tried masking with humor but it’s still a bit obvious. If you make a timeline of the previous night’s events, it only kinda makes sense.

It doesn’t help that I went into it with no plan whatsoever. I just sat down and said what happens happens. When I wrote in chapter one that something had happened between Loid and Yor, I didn’t know what that was. When I wrote Loid saying “we need to see what’s on that camera film” I was right there next to him saying “buddy, so do I because I have no idea.” When wrote Franky saying that his friend Marko might have answers, I was hoping he would too because I, like everyone else, didn’t know what was going on either.

The ONE thing I DID know was that Twilight got a tattoo the night before. That was it. That’s all.

I don’t typically plan out everything when I write but I usually have a good idea. For Guy’s Night, I had a bad idea in that I had no idea. It kinda shows. Sorry.

That being said, it was incredibly fun writing their drunk shenanigans and banter. The dynamic between Twilight, Franky, and Yuri was so goofy that I’ve seriously debated writing a sequel of sorts. However that’s incredibly unlikely. If I ever do write a sequel, it’d be a Girl’s Night with Yor and a combination of female characters, probably Sylvia and Fiona.

After Peace (and Glimpses of Happiness)

A quick heads up: I don’t go into detail but I do discuss mental illness in this segment.

I am incredibly proud of how After Peace turned out. Not only did it receive a really good reception for being my first fic ever, but it also helped me work through some things in my own life. It’s important to give some context.

I wrote After Peace shortly after graduating college. I won’t go into specifics, but college was really, really difficult for me. I had been so excited for this next step in my life after graduating high school but instead it turned out to be one of the hardest experiences of my life. Depression came out of nowhere and stomped me into the ground.

I used to have very high expectations for myself; I had a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life and I was taking steps to work towards those goals. Then my mental health tanked and suddenly everything just felt so difficult and pointless. I’d sleep all day and then hate myself when the sun started to set because that meant I’d wasted an entire day doing nothing when I was supposed to be working towards something. But I just couldn’t do it anymore.

That’s something I’ve noticed that a lot of media gets wrong about depression sometimes. It doesn’t always make you feel sad. Sometimes it just sucks everything out of you—sadness, happiness, anger, everything. I stopped drawing, stopped listening to music, stopped eating, stopped exercising, stopped doing everything that I enjoyed because it felt like the equivalent of doing the dishes. Everything was a chore, even the things that I liked.

What really changed things around was when my poor roommate, who was sick of me sleeping for twenty hours a day, dragged my sorry self to the free counseling services on campus. It’s doesn’t fix everything, but having someone who cares about you and you care about can really help your mental health.

Anyway, let’s not forget I’m talking about an anime fanfiction here haha.

After Peace really did start out as a couple of doodles but as I started to write it, I noticed that there were a lot of similarities between myself and Loid. No, I am not a former spy turned grumpy hermit, but I did once have great aspirations and now have to settle for what reality offers me. Realizing that worth comes from simply existing was something that I had to understand in order to begin my recovery process.

I’ve always found it kind of sad that if you took away the goal of world peace from Twilight that you’re basically left with nothing. He doesn’t really have hobbies, no real friends, and he never takes a day off. That’s hardly sustainable. Would he really be happy when there’s nothing left to do? I’d like to think so, but I wanted to see what would happen if he wasn’t.

I mentioned this in the end note, but After Peace was also influenced by this comic I was working on years ago that had the similar premise of “grumpy man learns to enjoy life with the help of a young girl” (very original, I know). I doubt that I’ll ever release that comic in the capacity I once intended, but it does live on in my secret second tumblr account of you ever manage to find it.

Anyway, I was worried about writing After Piece because Anya plays a big role and I am Not Good at writing children. It was hard striking a balance between making Anya likeable but still realistic. I don’t interact with children often and, as a youngest sibling, I don’t have much experience with them. Anya has so many layers—being a test subject, being a telepath, being a child—that it was hard managing them all. But I’m okay with how she turned out.

There is a slight problem in that she basically disappears once Yor shows up D:

I debated having Yor in the fic at all but then I realized that without her the emotional climax would have to rely on a four year old’s emotional intelligence and then decided right then and there that Yor had to be in it haha.

Yor’s whole deal with accidentally killing the wrong person was kind of a last minute addition. I do wish I was able to explore that more, but I also feel like she’s emotionally mature enough to forgive herself more quickly than Twilight would. She ends up serving a bit of a role model to him. It was also nice to be able to write them interacting with the truth out on the table and for them to be honest with each other.

Pacing was something that I was very concerned with. Looking back on it now, I’m still worried that things move along a bit quickly. However, I am reminded of some advice my graphic design professors gave me: “Good design is when nothing more can be take away.” And, because I was writing this as fast as possible, you best believe I was taking things away if I didn’t need them. I didn’t want to fall into the trap of dwelling on Twilight’s thoughts for too long so I instead opted for showing him progressing through experiences instead. I think it worked out.

However because I took so many things out I decided to start Glimpses of Happiness, a supplementary fic to After Peace that fills in the cracks, so to speak. I wanted to have more moments between Twilight and the other characters, like stargazing with Anya and growing close to Yor. Right now there’s only one chapter, but I have plans for at least a few more. I also thought it was important to highlight that mental health recovery never truly ends. Just because Yor and Twilight had a nice chat on the roof doesn’t mean that things are suddenly okay. It’s a long process that sometimes never ends and I wanted to show that.

Of course, I can’t talk about After Peace without addressing the Midwest allegations. As I said, yes, this fic was inspired by my childhood in the American Midwest, even though I was nowhere near any mountains. The Midwest is a silly place full of nothing to do but go to your local Walmart for fun, but I think it served a good enough setting for Twilight to chill out and slow down. If I really wanted to do full Midwest, I’d have Twilight watch a tornado touch down on a cornfield from his truckbed, but that feels sort of out of place.

I feel like there’s more to say but I can’t think of anything and I doubt anyone’s actually gonna read all the way down here anyway. But yeah, that’s After Peace.

Oh, and the A.M. AM by Damien Jurado Youtube video currently has nine comments that mentjon falling from a five story building, which I think is really funny.

So now what?

Against my better judgement, I’m still writing. I have a couple projects in the works, especially one big big big one that hopefully I can start publishing soon. Keep an eye out for that.

In the meantime, thanks for a great year! I hope 2025 holds more great things in store for us all!

-unso ^. .^<

#i am so sorry about how long this is #i will proofread this for typos later #it is 1:30 in the morning and i have work in less than seven hours #good night #sxf #spy x family #loid forger #spyxfamily #yor forger #twiyor #anya forger #spy x family fanfiction #unso lore

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saturnville · 1 year ago

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stolen moments, major john egan

pairing: major john "bucky" egan x black fem oc (amelia mae egan)

content: john manages to call amelia after not hearing her voice for weeks.

an: this was the top choice in the poll so far. I've been anxious to write so we knocked this off the list first lol. enjoy!

“Are you alright, Major?”

They’d just arrived at a new station. It smelled like sweat and fear. Men streamed throught the doors like a school of fish. Their deep voices shook the brick walls as their conversations bellowed throughout the building. Dozens of men struggled to keep their composure. He was one of them.

He was overwhelmed. Tired. Desparate. His clothes felt tight against his body. The scent of gasoline and fumes clung to his vest. His hat damp and chilled against his forehead. His shoes were coated in black soot.

John’s eyes caught the telephone in the corner of the station. It was secluded from the rest of the quarters, in a corner, protected by a frosted glass divider. John's shoes grazed the dirty floor as he strode purposefully towards the telephone.

“M’fine. Head in and get your rest. Long day in the morning.” He didn’t know how he was able to make out coherent sentences. Gale stepped in, noticing his friend’s disheveled state and guided the men to the resting quarters.

John’s shoes kissed the dirty floor as he stood long strides to the telephone. He shrugged off his backpack and slid it by his feet. His hands trembled as he plucked the phone off the hook and typed in the number he had engraved in his heart.

It rang. And rang. And rang. His heartbeat was in his ears. His nails scratched as the black paint around the phone as he succumbed to his anxiety. He sent a silent prayer to God above.

Then he heard it. “Hello?” John’s forehead tapped the frosted glass as he rested against it. Relief washed over him like a tidal wave. He’d never been particularly sensitive, but he was overwhelmed with emotion, good and bad, and hearing her sweet voice made his eyes well with tears.

The words were stuck in his throat and all he could release was a heavy sigh. That seemed to be enough for her to identify the caller. “Johnny?”

He shut his eyes. A lone tear fell from his eye. “Hey, Rosie.”

Amelia let out a soft cry. “Oh, thank God! I-I thought something happened to you; I hadn’t heard from you in weeks. Are you okay, where are you now? Is Gale alright, when are you coming…” His first instinct was to cut her rambling short, but the sound of her voice was the choir-like song his soul ached to hear.

He’d gone three weeks without hearing her voice. It was the most tortuous three weeks of his life. For 21 days, he survived by remembering the last words she said before they hung up, Whatever you do, do not die on me, do you understand? I love you, John. I love you. I love you. I love you. It kept his heart beating.

A small smile tugged on his lips. “I’m okay, baby, I promise. Things got a little rough; didn’t stay in one place too long. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m just happy to hear your voice…are you okay?”

His stomach churned at her question. A feeling of despair threatened to creep upon him. Thirty men lost. A plane in the middle of the ocean. An uneasy stomach and even more uneasy mental state. His head pounded, his body shook with unwanted adrenaline, and his hands craved the feeling of her hot skin. He was not okay.

“No,” he replied honestly, rubbing his eye with the stump of his palm. “I’m not okay but I will be. Especially because I get to talk to my favorite girl. Tell me about your day..”

He heard her heavy sigh. “Deflection won’t rid you of what you’re feeling.”

“Talking about it won’t do too much good, either. It’s…it’s hard, Rose. I just.” John’s jaw clenched as he struggled to articulate what he felt. “I just can’t talk about it right now, Amelia. If I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep it together.”

Silence stretched on, interrupted only by the sound of her shuffling on the other end. She was probably sitting at the edge of her bed. He imagined her, looking pretty in her long-sleeved pajamas and satin scarf, with a blanket tucked under her chin.

“Then how about this,” she started. “You make it home in one piece to tell me about it later, yeah?”

“Always making demands,” John laughed. The first genuine sound of joy he’d made all day. And it made her smile. So wide that her cheeks were sore and her dimples made an appearance. “But you’ve got a deal.” He readied himself to speak again, but a tap on his shoulder interrupted him.

Gale. Meeting with the CO in five minutes, he mouthed. John nodded. He ran a hand through his dirty hair. “Darlin’, I’ve got a meeting in five minutes; I’m sorry. If I don’t call in the morning, know I love you, alright?”

“I know. I love you, too. Don’t apologize. Just make it back to me.”

“Always.”

#saturnville #original writing #black!reader #black reader #major john egan x black!reader #major john egan x reader #major john egan #callum turner x black!reader #callum turner x black reader #callum turner x reader #callum turner #major john egan x amelia mae egan #mota #mota fanfiction #masters of the air #gale cleven #john egan #curtis biddick

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crossfandomskylines · 6 days ago

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In the Space Between: Chapter 23

OTHER CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5

Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10

Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14 I Chapter 15

Chapter 16 I Chapter 17 I Chapter 18 I Chapter 19 I Chapter 20

Chapter 21 I Chapter 22

Pairing: Glen Powell x OC

Summary: Glen and Gabby try to make the most of the last few hours they have together before another five weeks apart.

Word Count:8.7k

A/N: As always please let me know what you think with Hearts, Comments, and Reblogs. I love seeing your thoughts on this story as it progresses!

Glen eased the car into the garage of his Los Angeles home, the soft hum of the engine fading as he turned off the ignition. The intimate quiet that followed seemed to mirror the shift in Gabby’s mood. She’d been quieter since dinner, her thoughts clearly preoccupied. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out, circling the car to her side.

When he opened her door, Gabby glanced up, offering him a small smile. Glen returned it warmly and extended a hand.

“Come on,” he said softly, his tone inviting and grounding at once.

She placed her hand in his, letting him help her out of the car. Her fingers felt light in his grip, and as she stood, he didn’t let go right away.

“You’ve been a little quiet since we left,” Glen said gently, his eyes scanning her face as he shut the car door with his free hand. “Talk to me, Gabs.”

She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the ground. “I’m fine,” she replied softly, though the slight crack in her voice betrayed her.

Glen tilted his head, studying her. He shifted closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek. “You’re thinking about tonight, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. He didn’t need to clarify—he meant his flight. The thing neither of them had wanted to think about during their evening together.

Gabby’s eyes darted up to meet his, filled with a mix of vulnerability and something she couldn’t quite name. “I just—” She paused, biting her lip. “I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

He stepped even closer, his hand moving to cup her cheek. “Hey,” he murmured, leaning in until his forehead nearly touched hers. “I’m still here. I’m right here with you.”

Before she could respond, Glen closed the distance, capturing her lips in a kiss that was as much a reassurance as it was an expression of everything he couldn’t put into words. His free hand rested on her hip, grounding her, holding her in place as if to remind her she wasn’t alone in her thoughts.

When he pulled back, he lingered close, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “We’ve still got time, Gabby. Let’s not waste it worrying about tomorrow, okay?”

As they stepped inside Glen’s house, the warmth enveloped them, a stark contrast to the cool evening air. Gabby let out a soft sigh, still wrapped in Glen’s jacket.

“Now, how about I get you something to drink, and we make the most of the rest of our night?”

Gabby nodded, her smile growing. “That sounds perfect.”

Glen disappeared into the kitchen while Gabby sank onto the couch, savoring the cozy atmosphere of his home. A moment later, he returned with a soda in his hand—the exact brand and flavor she always seemed to gravitate toward. Gabby couldn’t help but smile as he handed it to her, the small gesture hitting her right in the heart.

“You keep this here just for me, don’t you?” she asked playfully, popping open the can.

Glen shrugged with a smug grin. “Maybe. Gotta be prepared if you come over, right?”

Gabby laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re something else.”

He perched on the arm of the couch beside her, his gaze dropping to her dress. “You want to change into something comfortable?” he asked casually.

She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Change into what? I don’t exactly have clothes here.”

His lips curled into a smirk, and he leaned down slightly, meeting her gaze. “You can borrow some of mine,” he offered.

Her eyes lit up, and a smile tugged at her lips and she nodded in agreement and stood up, cradling the soda in her hands.

Glen led her down the hall toward his bedroom, his arm brushing hers as they walked.

When they arrived at his room, Glen disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving Gabby standing near the edge of the bed. She glanced around the room, taking in the cozy yet masculine decor—a blend of soft gray tones, dark wood furniture, and personal touches like framed photos and a guitar propped in the corner. Her thoughts were momentarily interrupted as Glen returned, holding a neatly folded pair of sweatpants and one of his t-shirts.

“These should be comfy,” he said, offering her the clothes.

Gabby reached for them, but before she could take the bundle, Glen’s hand brushed hers, lingering. “Do you want help with the dress?” he asked softly, his eyes locking on hers.

Her breath caught, a blush creeping up her neck. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Glen set the clothes on the bed and stepped behind her, his fingers gently brushing her hair over one shoulder. He found the zipper at the back of her dress, pulling it down with careful precision. The fabric loosened, slipping slightly over her shoulders.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice close to her ear.

Gabby nodded, swallowing hard as the dress slipped further. “Yeah,” she whispered.

Glen’s hands moved to her shoulders, guiding the straps of the dress down her arms with an almost reverent touch. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her strapless bra and matching panties. She felt exposed but safe, her heart pounding as she turned to face him.

His gaze swept over her slowly, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“You’re stunning,” he finally managed, his voice thick with emotion.

Gabby’s breath hitched, and before she could overthink it, Glen closed the space between them. His hands framed her face as his lips found hers in a kiss that was both urgent and deeply tender. Her arms looped around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, her body pressing against his.

Glen’s hands began to roam, sliding down her sides and resting at her waist, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above the waistband of her panties. The heat between them grew, his kisses trailing down her jaw to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

“Glen,” Gabby whispered, her voice a mix of want and hesitation.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead pressing to hers as he breathed heavily. “We don’t have to,” he said softly, his hands steadying her.

Gabby searched his eyes, finding nothing but patience and love in his expression. Slowly, she nodded. “I want this,” she whispered.

A small smile played on Glen’s lips before he leaned in, capturing her mouth in another kiss, this one even more charged with emotion.

Gabby’s fingers trembled slightly as she reached up to the first button of Glen’s shirt. Her eyes stayed locked on his as she worked her way down, unfastening each one slowly, deliberately. With every button undone, more of his chest was revealed, the warmth of his skin brushing against her fingertips.

When she reached the last button, Glen shrugged the shirt off his shoulders in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor without breaking the kiss.

Her hands moved instinctively to the hem of the white undershirt he was wearing, her fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric to graze the firm muscles of his abdomen. She hesitated for only a moment, then began to push the shirt upward.

Glen’s lips stilled against hers, and he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. There was something unspoken in the way his eyes searched hers, a mix of desire and tenderness. She gave him a small, reassuring nod, and he gripped the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one quick motion.

The undershirt joined the pile on the floor as Glen’s hands found her waist again. He pulled her close, his body pressing against hers, and the heat between them grew. Gabby let out a soft, breathy sigh as her hands roamed across his chest, tracing the lines of muscle and the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

“You have no idea how much I want you,” Glen murmured, his voice husky as he leaned down to capture her lips again.

Gabby melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as her body molded to his. She felt the strength in his embrace, the way his hands splayed against her lower back, holding her as if she might disappear.

Time seemed to stand still as the kiss deepened, each moment more intoxicating than the last. Glen’s hands began to roam again, exploring the curve of her hips and the bare skin of her back, his touch sending sparks of electricity through her.

Glen’s lips left hers, trailing a line of slow, deliberate kisses along her jaw and down to the curve of her neck. Gabby tilted her head instinctively, giving him more access as her breath hitched in anticipation.

His mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses to her collarbones, his stubble grazing her skin and leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Gabby’s hands clung to his shoulders, steadying herself as his lips reached the edge of her dress.

Glen’s fingers brushed against the straps of her bra, slipping them down her shoulders with a practiced ease. His lips followed, kissing the newly exposed skin as he reached around her back. With a gentle tug, the clasp came undone, and Glen slid the fabric away, letting it fall to the floor to join the growing pile at their feet.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes roaming her form with an intensity that made Gabby’s cheeks flush. Gabby felt a rush of warmth, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself, but Glen caught her wrists gently, guiding her hands away.

“Don’t,” he whispered, his gaze locking with hers. “Let me see you.”

As her arms fell back to her sides, Glen reached up, his hands caressing her sides before sliding upward. His palms cupped her, his touch firm yet gentle, and Gabby’s breath hitched as his thumbs brushed over her skin.

He leaned down again, his lips grazing the curve of her chest before pressing soft kisses there. Every touch, every kiss, was deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of her. Gabby’s hands found their way into his hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she let herself get lost in the moment.

Glen’s hands slid down to Gabby’s waist, his fingers pressing lightly against her skin. Without breaking their kiss, he shifted, wrapping one arm around her lower back. Gabby gasped softly as she felt herself being lifted effortlessly off the floor, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for support.

His other hand moved to the back of her thigh, gripping her firmly as he carried her toward the bed. Gabby’s heart raced as she felt the warmth of his hand against her skin, his strength both grounding and exhilarating.

When they reached the edge of the bed, Glen leaned forward, gently lowering her onto the soft mattress. Gabby’s breath caught as he hovered above her, his lips capturing hers in another searing kiss before trailing down her neck and over her collarbones.

Slowly, his mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of kisses down the curve between her chest. Gabby shivered beneath his touch, her hands instinctively finding his shoulders as his lips reached her stomach.

Glen paused for a moment, his fingers tracing the soft skin just above the waistband of her panties. His lips followed, brushing feather-light kisses along the edge, his stubble grazing her in a way that sent sparks skittering down her spine.

He glanced up at her then, his eyes meeting hers in a way that made her heart skip. “You okay?” he murmured, his voice low and full of care.

Gabby nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Glen smiled softly, his hands sliding along her hips as he kissed her skin once more, his touch both tender and electrifying as he continued to explore her with reverence.

Glen’s lips lingered against the curve of Gabby’s stomach before he pulled back just slightly, his gaze drifting down her body. A soft, appreciative smile tugged at his lips as his hands gently rested on her hips.

“Red,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration, “is definitely your color.”

Gabby felt her cheeks flush, her breath hitching at the way he looked at her—as if she were the most captivating thing he’d ever seen.

His fingers found the delicate waistband of her lace panties, hooking into the fabric with a deliberate slowness. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he began to slide them down, his movements unhurried and careful, as though savoring every moment.

The soft material brushed over her thighs, then past her knees, before he pulled them completely off and let them fall to the floor, joining the growing pile of their discarded clothes. His hands smoothed back up the length of her legs, his touch warm and reverent, until they settled at her waist again.

Glen leaned down, brushing a kiss just above her hipbone, and then another, his stubble grazing her skin.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against her, the word so soft it was almost inaudible.

Gabby’s breath came in shallow waves, her hands instinctively reaching for him, threading through his hair as her heart raced.

Glen’s lips found the soft skin of Gabby’s inner thigh, planting gentle kisses there that sent sparks through her body. His hands caressed her hips, holding her steady as his mouth began a slow, torturous journey up her thigh. His stubble grazed her sensitive skin, adding an extra layer of sensation that made her shiver.

He kissed a path higher, closer to where she wanted him most, but just as she thought he might give her what she was silently begging for, his mouth moved to the opposite thigh, starting the same agonizingly slow progression.

Gabby let out a frustrated whine, her hips instinctively lifting toward him in search of relief. “Glen,” she murmured, her voice laced with both desperation and need.

The sound of her voice made him pause, lifting his gaze to meet hers with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Patience, baby,” he teased, his tone light but filled with promise.

Her hands found their way to his hair, tugging lightly in protest, and he chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laugh brushing against her skin.

“You’ll get what you want,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to the sensitive spot just below her hipbone, “but I’m going to take my time.”

His lips returned to her thigh, this time with more intent. He kissed and lightly sucked on the delicate skin, leaving faint marks in his wake as Gabby squirmed beneath him. Her whines grew more insistent, her body arching toward him as if trying to guide him to where she needed him.

“Glen,” she breathed again, her voice trembling.

He smiled against her skin, brushing one last kiss to her thigh before finally, slowly, moving closer.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble.

He finally leaned in and gave Gabby what she so desperately wanted. The first touch of his tongue against her sent a shockwave through her, her body arching instinctively off the bed as a soft gasp escaped her lips.

Her head fell back against the covers, her fingers tightening in the fabric as she struggled to process the overwhelming sensation. Every slow, deliberate movement of his tongue drew a new sound from her, each one more desperate than the last.

“Glen,” she murmured, her voice shaky and filled with breathless awe. He hummed against her in response, the vibration adding another layer to the already unbearable pleasure coursing through her.

Her hand found its way to his hair again, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as if she needed something to anchor herself. Glen didn’t stop, his movements steady and precise as he worked her closer and closer to the edge.

“Taste incredible,” he murmured between kisses, his voice muffled but full of admiration.

Gabby’s breath hitched, her body reacting to every word, every touch. Her mind was hazy, consumed entirely by the sensation of him. Nothing else existed—just Glen, his touch, his warmth, and the way he was unraveling her so completely.

Glen's lips curved into a faint smile against her skin as he brought one hand up, his fingers gently brushing over her thigh before slipping between her legs to join the efforts of his tongue.

Gabby’s breath hitched sharply, her fingers gripping his hair tighter as her hips moved instinctively toward him. Every touch, every flick of his tongue and glide of his fingers, pushed her closer to the edge, her body trembling under his meticulous attention.

“Glen,” she gasped, his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer. Her voice was breathless and unsteady, the sound of it only spurring him on.

His hand adjusted slightly, finding just the right rhythm, his fingers curling in a way that had her toes curling against the bed. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as the pressure inside her built to an almost unbearable peak.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmured against her, his voice low and full of awe. The vibrations of his words sent another shiver through her, and she could feel herself teetering on the brink.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her head rolling back against the covers as her body tensed. She was so close, every nerve in her body alive and reaching for release, and Glen could feel it.

“Let go, Gabs,” he said softly, his voice coaxing and tender.

Gabby’s entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as the waves of release crashed over her. A soft cry escaped her lips, her hands clutching Glen’s hair as her head fell back into the covers. The intensity of it left her trembling, every nerve alive and pulsing as the feeling washed through her in powerful, consuming waves.

Glen didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers moving gently now, guiding her through her release with tender precision. He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs as her breathing began to slow, his touch light and soothing as her body relaxed beneath him.

When she finally stilled, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths, Glen shifted. He pressed one final kiss to her hip before crawling up onto the bed beside her.

Gabby turned her head toward him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes still half-lidded as she met his gaze. Glen’s lips curved into a soft smile as he reached up, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. He cupped her cheek, his thumb gliding over her skin in slow, comforting strokes.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and full of warmth.

Gabby let out a breathless laugh, her lips curving into a small, bashful smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she whispered, her voice still tinged with the aftermath of what he’d just done to her.

Glen’s smile widened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “How’re you feeling?” he asked softly, his thumb continuing its slow, soothing caress.

“Like I might float away,” she admitted, her voice light with a mix of wonder and contentment.

Glen chuckled, his hand slipping from her cheek to tangle gently with hers. “Then I’ll make sure to hold you down,” he teased, his voice playful but his eyes still tender.

Gabby smiled softly at Glen, her fingers brushing lightly over his as she squeezed his hand one more time before releasing it. She sat up slowly, her body still tingling from the intensity of her release, but her focus now shifting entirely to him.

Without saying a word, she slid off the edge of the bed and sank gracefully to her knees in front of him, her hands coming to rest on his thighs. Glen’s breath hitched as he watched her, his brows lifting slightly in surprise as her hands moved to the buckle of his belt.

“Gabby…” he murmured, but she didn’t stop, her fingers deftly undoing the clasp before moving to the button of his pants.

Before she could continue, Glen reached down, his hand gently covering hers to stop her. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice low and tender. “You don’t have to do that.”

Gabby tilted her head up to look at him, her wide eyes meeting his. “I know,” she whispered, her voice steady but warm. “I want to.”

Glen’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of her hand where it rested on his belt. “Gabby…” he started, his tone still hesitant, but the way she was looking at him made his resolve falter.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” she said quietly, her sincerity shining through in every word. “Please, Glen.”

He exhaled deeply, his jaw tightening for a moment as he studied her. The vulnerability and care in her eyes were impossible to ignore, and the sheer fact that she wanted to do this for him made his chest tighten in ways he didn’t expect.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Gabs,” he murmured with a soft chuckle, letting his hand fall away from hers.

Gabby’s fingers worked with a quiet determination, undoing the button and zipper of his pants with ease. Glen lifted his hips slightly, his muscles taut beneath her hands, allowing her to slide both his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. She shifted back to pull the fabric down his legs and discarded it to the side, leaving him bare before her.

Her breath hitched for a moment, her gaze falling to him. There was a flicker of nervousness that flashed across her face, but it was quickly overtaken by resolve as she reached up, wrapping her fingers delicately around him.

The heat of him was palpable, and her touch was tentative at first, but as her hand began to move—slowly sliding up and down his length—she found a rhythm, watching as Glen’s head fell back slightly, his lips parting.

A deep sound rumbled from his chest, a mixture of a groan and a sigh, and the noise sent a jolt of confidence through her. A faint smirk curved her lips as she glanced up at him, her heart fluttering at the sight of him so undone by her touch.

Glen’s head tilted back down, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach flip. “Gabby…” he murmured, his voice rough. “You really don’t have to—”

Before he could finish, Gabby leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of him as she let her tongue swirl gently over the sensitive skin. The effect was instant—his words cut off by a sharp intake of breath as his hands gripped the edge of the bed for support.

She glanced up at him again, her smirk widening just slightly as she spoke, her voice soft and teasing. “I want to,” she murmured, her tone steady and sure.

Glen’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep himself grounded. “You’re going to kill me,” he muttered, his voice strained but laced with a hint of humor.

Encouraged by his reaction, Gabby leaned in further, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth, her tongue gliding against him with a slow, deliberate motion.

Gabby’s confidence grew as she moved, her lips and tongue exploring with a mix of curiosity and purpose. She shifted her hand slightly, stroking him with one hand while her mouth teased the sensitive tip. A low, guttural groan escaped Glen, and his hands fisted the bedspread beneath him.

“Just like that,” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper that sent a thrill through her. “Feels so good, baby.”

Her cheeks warmed at the praise, and she responded by taking him a little deeper, her tongue swirling as her movements became more assured. Another deep sound left him, this one longer, more unrestrained, and she couldn’t help the flicker of pride that sparked inside her.

Glen’s gaze, heavy and dark with desire, met hers briefly before his head tipped back again, his breath catching audibly. “You’re... incredible,” he managed, though his words were beginning to falter, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

Encouraged, Gabby let her lips slide down a little further, her hand shifting to match the rhythm of her mouth. She felt the way his thighs tensed beneath her, how his fingers flexed against the bedspread.

“Gabby,” he rasped, his voice breaking slightly. “I—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, his head fell back completely, exposing the strong column of his neck, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. Words seemed to escape him now, replaced by deep groans and sharp intakes of breath.

As she continued, she felt the way his body began to tremble slightly under her touch, the tension building with each passing moment. She slowed her pace briefly, her tongue trailing softly along him before she took him deeper again, her movements intentional and unhurried.

“God, baby,” he groaned, his voice hoarse and strained, “you’re gonna ruin me.”

His words sent a spark of heat coursing through her, but as she glanced up again, she saw the way his lips parted with silent gasps now, how his head pressed harder into the mattress, his fingers digging into the sheets. He was unraveling beneath her touch, and the realization made her pulse race.

By now, Glen was barely able to form words, the sounds he made raw and unfiltered, filling the space between them. The sight of him this undone—completely at her mercy—only spurred her on.

Glen’s breathing grew heavier, and his body tensed more with each passing moment. His head tipped back, his jaw tightening as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control. He propped himself up on one arm now, his free hand twitching like he didn’t know whether to reach for her or hold himself steady.

“Gabby,” he rasped, his voice a broken whisper, “you don’t have to… you don’t have to finish—”

She lifted her gaze to meet his, her fingers tightening their grip at the base of him as she slowly dragged her tongue along the sensitive underside. His words cut off in a strangled gasp when she flicked her tongue against the soft spot just below the tip.

A deep, guttural groan ripped from his throat, and his hips jerked involuntarily as he came undone. Gabby hummed softly around him, the vibration only intensifying the sensation and making his release all the more overwhelming.

“Fuck, Ga-,” he choked out, his voice wrecked and breathless, his hand gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white. His head fell back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him, leaving him utterly undone beneath her touch.

She stayed with him, letting him ride it out, her movements gentle as she coaxed him through the peak and into the aftershocks. When he finally stilled, his chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath, she pulled back slowly, her lips curling into a small, satisfied smile as she looked up at him.

Glen dropped back onto the bed, his arm flung over his face as he let out a shaky laugh. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he murmured, his voice still rough around the edges.

Gabby shifted, crawling up the bed with an easy grace. She settled herself on her side next to Glen, her body curving into his as if she belonged there. One of her legs draped lazily over his, and her hand propped her head up as she looked down at him with a smile that was equal parts teasing and tender.

Glen let out a soft sigh, the corners of his mouth quirking upward as he turned his head to meet her gaze. His arm came around her waist instinctively, his fingers tracing slow, absent-minded patterns against her lower back.

“You look ridiculously pleased with yourself,” he said, his tone low and affectionate.

“I am,” she admitted without hesitation, her smile widening. Her free hand reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “You make it easy to feel...accomplished.”

Glen let out a husky laugh, shaking his head as his eyes softened. “Accomplished? That’s one way to put it.”

Her thumb skimmed over his cheek, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. They simply watched each other, the quiet intimacy between them far louder than any words could be.

“I could stay like this forever,” Gabby murmured eventually, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I like the sound of that,” Glen replied without missing a beat, his hand stilling against her back. His eyes held hers, the weight of his words lingering in the air between them.

Glen’s hand slid from her back to her hip as he turned his head to look at her more fully, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His gaze lingered, warm and unguarded, making Gabby’s cheeks flush under the intensity of it.

“What?” she asked shyly, her voice quiet as her fingers toyed with the hem of the sheet draped across his waist.

“Nothing,” he replied, his smile widening. “I just... I love you.”

Gabby’s breath caught, her chest tightening as his words hung in the air between them. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but there was something about the way he said it now—so certain, so genuine—that made her heart stutter.

“I mean it,” Glen continued, his voice soft but steady. “I really love you, Gabby. I love everything about you. And I want you here, with me, as much as possible. When I’m in L.A., I want this to be your place too. I want to come home to you.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she swallowed hard, forcing a small smile as her fingers stilled against the sheet. “Glen…” she started, but her voice trailed off. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain the knot of hesitation that formed in her chest.

Glen noticed the shift in her expression immediately. “Talk to me,” he said gently, his thumb brushing small circles against her hip. "Tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours."

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she said quickly, her voice wavering as she tried to find the right words. “It’s just… it’s only been, what, two or three months? This is all happening so fast, and I…” She trailed off again, biting her lip and looking away.

“You’re worried we’re moving too fast,” Glen finished for her, his tone calm and understanding.

Gabby hesitated before nodding, her cheeks flushing with guilt. “It’s not that I don’t feel the same way,” she admitted softly. “I do. I just… I don’t want to mess this up by rushing things.”

Glen was quiet for a moment, his hand still resting against her hip. When he spoke, his voice was steady and reassuring. “You’re not going to mess this up, Gabby,” he said firmly. “I know it’s fast, and I know it’s a lot. But I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I love you, and I want to build a life with you. “

Her eyes filled with tears, and she blinked them away quickly, nodding as a small, grateful smile spread across her lips.

He smiled against her mouth, his hand slipping up to cup her cheek. “So,” he teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, “does that mean I should stop planning on clearing out closet space for you?”

Gabby laughed softly, resting her forehead against his. “Maybe just hold off for now,” she replied, her voice filled with affection. “But don’t let me stop you from thinking about it.”

Glen chuckled, his hand brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Okay, how about this—we compromise,” he offered. “You don’t have to move in or make it a big thing. Just bring a couple of things. An outfit or two, some basics. Enough to have here when you stay over.”

Gabby tilted her head, giving him a curious look. “You mean like an overnight bag?”

He grinned. “Exactly. A toothbrush, some shampoo, an outfit or two—maybe even pajamas. Nothing permanent, just... a little something so you don’t have to lug a bag back and forth every time.”

She hesitated, mulling over his words. It was a small step, but it felt like a monumental one. Still, the way he framed it, so casual and without pressure, eased some of her apprehension.

“Just enough for a day or two,” she said slowly, testing the words on her tongue.

Glen nodded, his expression warm and patient. “That’s all I’m asking.”

Gabby sighed softly, a small smile creeping across her lips. “Fine,” she said, her tone teasing. “But don’t get any ideas about turning your spare closet into mine. This is strictly practical.”

“I would never dream of it,” Glen replied with a mock-serious expression, though the mischievous glint in his eyes told a different story.

She laughed, leaning forward to kiss him, her nerves beginning to settle. The compromise felt manageable, like dipping a toe into the waters of their future together rather than diving in headfirst.

As she pulled back, she caught the way Glen was looking at her—like she’d just made his entire night. “You’re really happy about this, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice soft.

“You have no idea,” he admitted, his smile widening. He shrugged, his smirk returning. “And I mean I think you technically live here based on the last time you spent the night before we went to Austin.”

Gabby shook her head, a grin spreading across her face. “…you actually remember what I said that morning?”

It took him a second to catch on, but then his smirk deepened. “You mean the time you looked ridiculously cute wrapped up in my bed and refused to get up and declared you officially lived here now? Yeah I remember that.”

Gabby felt her cheeks heat up as she laughed. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you remember that.”

“Of course I do,” Glen said with a wink. “You sounded dead serious at the time, by the way.”

“Only because your bed is ridiculously comfortable,” she countered, though her smile gave away how much the memory meant to her.

“Well,” Glen said, taking her hand and lacing his fingers with hers, “now you don’t have to just pretend. You’re welcome here anytime, Gabs.”

Gabby leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Glen’s in a kiss that started tender but quickly deepened. She shifted closer, her hand sliding up to cup his jaw as his fingers skimmed along her waist. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down her spine, and before she knew it, Glen was guiding her to straddle his lap.

Her legs settled on either side of him as his hands found her hips, holding her securely. His lips never left hers, the kiss growing more fervent, more consuming, until he finally pulled away, needing to catch his breath.

Glen smiled up at her, his hands still resting on her hips, his eyes filled with an unmistakable affection that made Gabby’s heart flutter. He didn’t say anything, just gazed at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “You’ve got to stop looking at me like that,” she said, her voice light, though her cheeks warmed under his adoring gaze.

“Like what?” Glen asked, his smile growing wider, as if he couldn’t help himself.

“Like I’m some kind of angel or something,” she replied, her tone playful but with a hint of shyness.

He chuckled softly, his thumb tracing small circles on her hip. “Maybe that’s because you are.”

Gabby rolled her eyes, though the smile on her face betrayed her attempt at pretending to be unaffected. She leaned down to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was slower, sweeter, as if they were savoring the moment, knowing their time together was limited.

Glen’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer until their foreheads rested together. Neither of them spoke for a moment, their breaths mingling in the quiet. The weight of his impending departure hung between them, unspoken but palpable.

“I hate leaving you,” Glen murmured, his voice low and tinged with regret. “It feels harder every time.”

Gabby’s fingers threaded into his hair, her touch soft and reassuring. “I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Her words hit him with a force he didn’t expect, and for a moment, all he could do was look at her—this woman who had somehow become his everything. His thumb brushed along her cheek as he studied her, committing every detail of her face to memory.

“God, I’m crazy about you,” Glen said, the words escaping before he could think to hold them back. “I hope you know that.”

Gabby’s lips curved into a soft smile, and she leaned into his touch. “I think I do,” she said, her tone light but her eyes glimmering with emotion. “And just in case you were wondering—I’m pretty crazy about you too.”

Glen chuckled, though the sound was tinged with emotion. He pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her as if he could hold her close enough to make time stand still. She rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest as they sat there, lost in the quiet comfort of each other.

“I wish I could take you with me,” he said after a while, his voice barely above a murmur.

Gabby shifted slightly in his lap, her hands sliding up to cradle his face. She leaned in, her lips brushing softly against his, her kiss a silent reassurance. When she pulled back, her eyes met his, steady and unwavering.

“I’m here now,” she whispered, her words like a balm to the ache in his chest. “Let’s not waste the time we do have.”

A flicker of something intense passed through Glen’s eyes, and before either of them could say anything more, he kissed her. This time, it wasn’t tender or measured—it was filled with need, a raw hunger that matched the longing they both felt. Gabby responded just as eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as her body pressed closer to his.

As the kiss deepened, her hips moved instinctively, a slow, subtle shift against him that sent a jolt of heat through his entire body. Glen’s hands tightened on her waist, his grip grounding but filled with desire. The soft sigh she let out against his mouth only spurred him on, his lips moving to her jaw, then to the sensitive spot just below her ear.

As their kisses grew deeper, the space between them seemed to disappear entirely. Gabby’s hips moved again, this time more deliberate, drawing a low groan from Glen that she felt more than heard. His hands returned to her waist, steadying her, though it was clear he wasn’t trying to stop her. Instead, he seemed content to let her take the lead, his gaze burning into hers as if she were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Time seemed to blur, the world outside their little bubble fading away. It wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was the way they fit together so seamlessly, the way every touch, every kiss felt like a promise that no amount of distance could break.

A few hours later, Gabby lay nestled against him, her head resting on his chest, rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breaths. His arm was wrapped securely around her, his fingers lazily tracing patterns along her bare shoulder.

They’d lost track of time, caught in a bubble of quiet contentment. The world outside didn’t seem to matter; it was just them, tangled together, their conversation flowing effortlessly between moments of shared laughter and comfortable silence.

Gabby shifted slightly, resting her chin on his chest so she could look up at him. “Do you ever feel like…this is all that really matters?” she asked softly, her voice carrying the kind of vulnerability that only came in moments like this.

Glen looked down at her, his lips curving into a gentle smile. “All the time,” he admitted. “Especially when I’m with you.”

Gabby sighed contentedly, letting her head rest against him again. “You’re going to make it really hard for me to let you leave.”

Glen tightened his hold on her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Trust me, it’s not easy for me either.”

They lay there for a while longer, their voices soft as they talked about nothing and everything all at once. Eventually, Gabby glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. “What time’s your flight again?”

Glen followed her gaze, letting out a quiet sigh. “Soon,” he admitted reluctantly. “I should probably get ready.”

Gabby sat up slightly, pulling the sheets around her. “I guess that means I should too,” she said with a small smile, though her eyes betrayed the reluctance she felt at the thought of their time together coming to an end.

He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he looked at her with a mix of affection and regret. “We’ll make this work, Gabby. I promise.”

Her smile grew a little stronger at his words. “I know we will.”

Gabby sat on the edge of Glen’s bed, the crumpled dress from earlier draped over her lap. She held it up, inspecting the fabric with a small frown before glancing toward Glen. “I really don’t want to put this back on,” she admitted, her voice light but laced with the reluctance she felt about the moment slipping away.

Glen, who was standing by the dresser pulling a clean shirt over his head, glanced back at her with a soft chuckle. “The offer still stands, you know. T-shirt and sweats. Might be a little big on you, though.”

Her lips curved into a small smile, the tension in her shoulders easing as she let the dress fall to the floor. “Sold,” she said, standing up and padding over to him.

Glen chuckled as she slipped into the bathroom to change. When she returned, his t-shirt hung loose on her frame, the hem brushing the tops of her thighs, and the sweatpants had to be rolled at the waist several times to fit. She plopped back down onto his bed, pulling her legs up and sitting cross-legged as she watched him finish getting dressed.

Glen was buttoning up his shirt, the movement practiced and casual, but Gabby couldn’t help but take in every detail—the way his hands moved, the way the fabric settled against his chest. He leaned down to grab his jeans from the floor, pulling them on with ease before reaching for his belt.

Her heart ached a little as she realized how much she’d miss him. Five more weeks. Five more weeks of not waking up next to him, not hearing his laugh in person, not having quiet moments like this. But she knew they’d make it through, just like they had before.

“Five weeks,” she said softly, her voice breaking through the quiet as she traced circles on the bedspread with her finger.

Glen glanced over at her, his hands pausing on his belt buckle. “Five weeks is nothing compared to forever, right?” He said, his tone steady, reassuring.

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her hands, unable to stop the smile that tugged at her lips. “Forever, huh?”

He smirked, walking over to her and crouching down so they were eye level. “Yeah,” he said simply, reaching out to brush his thumb against her cheek. “Forever.”

Gabby leaned into his touch for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. “I know we’ve got this,” she said, her voice more confident this time. “It just…sucks. That’s all.”

Glen gave her a small smile and pressed a kiss to her forehead before standing up. “It does suck,” he agreed, grabbing his bag from the corner of the room. “But it’s not forever. And you’ll be so busy with school, you’ll probably barely notice I’m gone.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You think school’s going to keep me so entertained that I’ll forget about you?”

Glen chuckled, hoisting Brisket’s carrier off the floor and glancing down at the tiny dog, who was already dozing inside. “I mean, you’re a full-time college student, Gabby. Papers to write, exams to study for... you’re basically living the dream.”

Gabby snorted, crossing her arms as she leaned against the edge of the bed. “If by ‘the dream,’ you mean sleep deprivation and caffeine addiction, then yeah, sure. Totally living it.”

Glen grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You forgot ramen noodles and midnight existential crises.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips. “Wow, you’ve really nailed the college experience, haven’t you? How long were you in school? Two semesters before you started acting full-time?”

“Three,” he corrected, slinging the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “I was practically a veteran by the time I dropped out.”

Gabby laughed softly, shaking her head as she stood and grabbed her own bag. The playful banter helped stave off the heaviness that lingered just beneath the surface, but she could feel it creeping closer with every passing second.

As Glen adjusted Brisket’s carrier, she reached out to smooth the strap of his bag on his shoulder, her hand lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. “I’m just saying,” she murmured, her tone softening, “I’m not exactly going to forget about you, Glen. No matter how busy I get.”

He stilled for a moment, his gaze dropping to meet hers. The smile he gave her this time wasn’t the teasing one from earlier—it was something quieter, more sincere. “I know you won’t,” he said, his voice low.

The air between them shifted, the weight of the impending goodbye settling in. Gabby swallowed hard, forcing herself to smile as she gestured toward the door. “We should probably get going before you miss your flight.”

Glen laughed, the sound breaking through the tension and easing the moment. “Can’t have that,” he agreed, moving toward the door and holding it open for her.

Glen began loading his bag and Brisket’s carrier into the trunk of the waiting car. A second car sat a few feet behind, ready to take Gabby back to her apartment. The sight of it—of the separate paths they were about to take—sent a pang through her chest.

Glen turned to her as he closed the trunk, his expression softening when he saw the tears brimming in her eyes. He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling as if he were steeling himself for what came next.

“Gabby…” His voice was gentle, barely above a whisper as he stepped closer.

She shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold it together. “I’m fine,” she said, though the wobble in her voice betrayed her. “I’m fine. I just—”

But she didn’t get to finish. Glen pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a tight embrace that made it feel, if only for a moment, like everything was going to be okay. She buried her face in his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as more tears spilled over.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he rested his chin on top of her head. “It’s going to be okay. We’ve done this before, remember? Five weeks, and then we’re together. You’ll blink, and it’ll be over.”

Gabby let out a shaky laugh, her words muffled against his chest. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s going to be hard,” Glen admitted, his arms tightening around her. “But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.”

His words made her heart ache in the best and worst way, and she tilted her head back to look up at him. His expression was tender, his blue eyes filled with a warmth that made it impossible to feel completely broken.

“I hate this part,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“Me too,” Glen said softly, brushing his thumb across her cheek to wipe away a tear. “But I’ll call you as soon as I land. And we’ll text. And FaceTime. You’re going to get so sick of me, Gabby.”

She managed a small smile, her hands still clutching the front of his shirt. “I could never get sick of you.”

“Good.”

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that started slow, like he was savoring every second of it. But as her hands slid up to cup his face, and his arms pulled her closer, the kiss deepened.

Gabby lost herself in him, in the way his lips moved against hers with a tenderness that made her knees weak and a passion that made her heart ache. Glen’s hands drifted to her waist, holding her to him as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

The rest of the world faded away. There was no car waiting, no goodbye looming—just them, tangled in a kiss that neither one wanted to end.

It wasn’t until the driver cleared his throat, the sound cutting through the moment, that they broke apart. Glen exhaled heavily, resting his forehead against hers as they both tried to steady their breathing.

“Sorry,” he muttered, shooting a sheepish glance at the driver before turning his attention back to her. “I guess we got carried away.”

Gabby shook her head, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Don’t apologize,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Not for that.”

Glen smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. The ache of parting was already settling in, but he cupped her face gently, brushing one last kiss to her lips before stepping back.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady even as his eyes betrayed the emotion he was holding back.

“I love you too,” Gabby whispered.

With one last hug, Glen reluctantly released her and climbed into the car. Gabby stepped back, wrapping her arms around herself as she watched the car pull away. Her own driver stood patiently by the second car, but she didn’t move right away.

She stood there for a moment longer, staring down the empty street, letting the quiet settle around her. Then, with a deep breath, she turned and got into her car, her heart already counting down the days until Glen came back.

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Adult Education Part 21 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jake works to secure his future with Jessica while also being supportive of her. She is dreading Brian's return to work, but she recognizes that she finally has the friends she deserves.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drinking, language, 18+

Length: 4200 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica had never been hungover during the week before, but all the celebratory champagne and rough sex had definitely gone to her head a little bit. She groaned when she felt Jake's hand on her shoulder. "Baby, you have to get up," he said, voice hoarse next to her ear. "We have to go to work."

"Oh, god," she groaned, rolling over away from him. "No."

"You have to," he repeated. "It's your first day with tenure, Reedy. You have to go."

A smile spread across her lips in spite of her headache, and she whispered, "Tenure. I have tenure."

"You sure do," Jake drawled softly, and she finally opened her eyes to see him grinning at her. "If you get up now, I'll make you breakfast."

Her stomach growled so loudly they both laughed, and then she pouted playfully. "But I don't have a waffle iron."

He kissed her forehead. "No. But I do. And you told me you weren't going to renew your lease."

"I'm not," she whispered as her heart swelled with happiness.

"Well, soon enough you'll have daily access to waffles," he whispered, kissing her just below her ear. "I guess I better start cleaning out my closet to make room for your lingerie collection."

Now she wanted to move in with him as soon as possible. She could already picture herself organizing all of her pretty pieces in his nice closet while modeling a few of them for him. She still had some things he'd never seen her in, and it was going to be so much fun to tease him.

"Get up," he said, patting her butt as he climbed out of bed. "I'll make some eggs."

Jessica went through her morning routine only after taking some Advil, and she had to drink two mugs of coffee before she really felt human. She also left her apartment a good fifteen minutes after than she usually did. "You'll be late," she fretted, running toward her car which was parked next to Jake's truck. "You'll get in trouble."

"Nah," he replied, "Bradshaw will cover for me." He kissed Jessica as she tried to push him toward his truck, stumbling in her high heels.

"Go to work. Goodbye. I love you," she said quickly. "I'll see you tonight!"

"See you tonight, tenured Dr. Reed," he called out as she climbed into her car and started the engine.

Jessica barely had time to get to her office before she had to grab her notebooks and head back downstairs to give her first lecture of the day. But it felt so damn good to stand there in front of her students. Dr. Rosenthal wouldn't be stopping in, because he didn't need to. Because she had tenure. And now that her headache was virtually gone and the breakfast that Jake made was sitting nicely in her belly, she kind of felt like screaming about it from the rooftops.

But she settled for screaming about it at lunchtime when she grabbed the little container of food Jake made and took it over to the math building. After one knock on her friend's office door, it swung open revealing a bright smile. Jessica screeched quietly and hugged her.

"I have tenure," she whispered.

"Well, obviously," Advanced Calculus replied. "There was never any doubt in my mind."

Jessica set her lunch down on the desk while her friend closed the door. "I can't thank you enough for everything you did for me. Helping me set everything up with Rosenthal and giving up so much of your free time and everything," she gushed. "Just... thank you. And I hope you had a nice time at the library with Bradley."

She snorted in response as she opened her tie dye lunchbox. "Bradley had a great time at the library, as per usual. And once again, I don't think you appreciate how very much I want to see Brian go down like a sinking ship. In fact, I volunteered for another special project."

"What kind of project?" Jessica asked as she watched her friend dip a carrot stick into some hummus.

"I can't talk about it quite yet. I have another meeting with Dean Walters in an hour, but I think it's a project that you'll fully support." Then she bit into the carrot like a woman who was in complete control of her surroundings, and Jessica couldn't think of a single reason why she couldn't be the same way.

"If you think I'll appreciate your new project, then I can't wait to hear about it later," she said, taking a bite of the delicious food Jake made for her.

"I'll tell you all about it as soon as I can."

After lunch, Jessica took some time to gather her scattered notes to teach Brian's senior studies class for the last time. She learned as much about chemistry from the students as they had from her, and after she worked a few problems out on the board with them, she asked, "If you have any other questions for me, please let me know now. This is the last time I'll be covering this class."

"What do you mean?" one of the students asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"Dr. Conley will be back for class next week," she explained, and then she heard an outraged sigh followed by some muttering. "It'll be okay though," she said in a tone she hoped was reassuring. "You've all been doing so well, and you're so close to graduation now!"

"But Dr. Conley doesn't even show up to class."

"He doesn't help us with anything."

"Is there any way you can stay until the end of the semester?"

"What about the practice problems you give us?"

The sudden influx of comments and questions made Jessica feel better and also so much worse at the same time. She let them all get their concerns out of their system before she said, "My office hours are always available for you. And you can still email me if you want to. I can even try to make more practice problems, but honestly, all of you are much better at chemistry than I am. Maybe you can run the class yourselves if Dr. Conley isn't here?"

She hated Brian. She actually still hated him. But more so for these students now than on her own behalf. They all looked concerned and apprehensive, and she spent another ten minutes talking to them until they were calm enough to head to their next class. She wished she could finish teaching them for the rest of the semester, and she decided she would ask Dean Walters if there was any chance she could teach her own senior studies class for physics majors next school year.

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Jake was already home and showered with dinner in the oven, eating some chips on the couch while he waited for Jessica. He was keeping a running tally of things he still needed to give her since he'd already willingly handed over his heart. His spare key was sitting next to his feet which were propped up on the coffee table. He had already cleaned out half of his closet and consolidated his stuff to make some room. And he wanted to pay for the flights to Massachusetts and Texas for her once she approved the dates.

When his phone lit up with a text letting him know she was here, he ran down to her car in just his sweatpants and slippers with his spare key ring looped around his finger. "Did you have a good day?" he asked, taking her overnight bag from her hand as she locked her car.

"I did," she replied quietly. "I left so late, because I talked to the dean about teaching my own senior studies class next term."

"And?"

She smiled as they walked to his condo. "He said it's a good possibility now that I have tenure."

"There's nothing you can't do." Jake kissed her and pressed the key ring into her hand.

"What's this?" she asked, looking at it as she stood outside the front door. "Oh!" She slipped it into the lock and let them both inside as she blushed. "You want me to have it now? Even though I'm not moving in quite yet?"

"Please," he replied as he walked inside, his eyes catching on the print of his jet that she gave him for his birthday. "You can come and go as you want, but I hope you'll be here more often than not."

Jake watched as she took her keys out again and added his ring to them. "Thank you." She was fiddling with them a little bit when she looked up at him as she stepped out of her high heels. "Brian will be back tomorrow," she said softly. "That's what Dr. Rosenthal told me when I ran into him. And if he doesn't know I have tenure by now, he'll find out soon enough."

Jake collected her in his arms. "He can't do anything about it now, Reedy. It's a done deal. And unless you fuck up spectacularly at work, which you definitely won't, he's not entitled to say anything about it."

She nodded against him. "I know that. I do know that, but I still don't want to have to see him and hear his stupid, condescending voice complain about me."

He pressed his nose to her hair and kissed her before he whispered, "You wear your tenure like a shield. And if he can't figure out how to shut his mouth, you let me know, and I'll be there in an instant."

Jessica shivered in his arms. "That shouldn't sound as sexy as it does. You know..." she mused, "none of this would have happened if you hadn't punched Brian in the face the first time. So I guess I really have you to thank."

"How so?" Jake asked as he led her to the kitchen where the oven timer was going off.

"You punched Brian, and then his wife saw his messed up face. And then she came to campus looking for answers and found him with the teaching assistant. And then he took a leave of absence." When Jake set down the baking dish and glanced over his shoulder, she was smiling brightly. "Jake, you literally saved my career with your fist!"

He shrugged and shook off his oven mitts. "All I did was punch someone who was trying to intimidate my girlfriend. I'll do it again if I have to. Now, would you like some parmesan cheese sprinkled on top of your dinner?" he asked as he cut into the casserole. He ended up with Jessica in his arms.

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Jessica heard the whispers all day on Thursday. If Dr. Rosenthal hadn't told her that Brian was coming back, she would have chalked it up to everyone at the university being addicted to their daily gossip, but she half expected to see him lurking around every corner. She kind of wanted to go right to Brian's office, knock on the door and tell him that she got tenure just to get it over with. But when she thought about seeing his face, she shook her head in disgust.

She hadn't heard much from Jake all day, and Advanced Calculus was scarce as well. But when she went to the lounge to make a sad cup of coffee before her office hours started, the teaching assistant that Brian had been sleeping with was in there along with another one that Jessica wasn't familiar with. They must not have seen her at first as they were clearly talking about Brian.

"He looks terrible, honestly. Like he hasn't slept. I'm sure he's going to ask me if I want to mess around again, especially since his wife left."

"I don't know. I heard he's actually pretty upset that she took the kids. But I really want to know who broke his nose in the first place."

Jessica considered sneaking back out of the room, but it was too late. They had seen her, and they both snapped their mouths closed. Had Sabrina Conley really taken their kids? Was she gone for good? Jessica thought she'd probably be better off without her husband. She also wanted to ask the TA if she knew Brian was married when they were messing around before, but it was really none of her business.

"Hi," she greeted evenly, strolling toward the coffee maker. The only sound in the small room was her high heels tapping against the floor as she walked. But neither of them said a word in response before they turned and left. Maybe they were embarrassed about being caught talking about Brian, or maybe Jessica still had a bad reputation in the science department. Either way, she was going to take her coffee upstairs and wait for Luca to stop by before spending the night cuddled up with Jake.

When she finished stirring her drink and turned toward the door, she almost spilled her coffee all over herself. "Brian," she gasped, taking an awkward step backwards so her hip hit the edge of the counter a bit painfully. He looked so angry, she immediately felt like her heart was going to explode out of her chest as her nerves took over.

"Call me Dr. Conley," he snapped, and she could feel her face flushing with embarrassment as she stood there silently.

Jessica's hands shook as she tried to walk to the door, but he didn't budge from his spot blocking her exit path. "Excuse me," she said, trying her best to sound stronger than she felt.

"I don't even want to know how badly your lesson plans have gone off course over the past few weeks," he practically growled. "You're going to need to schedule a meeting with me to go over everything. The sooner the better."

"No."

Brian looked surprised by her response. "Yes," he replied with a sarcastic laugh. "I know you think you really did something special by getting that asshole to punch me in the face, but your days here are fucking numbered. Understand?"

"No," Jessica repeated as Jake's voice in her mind kept telling her to wear her tenure like a shield. Plus, she could clearly picture the paperwork she signed with Dr. Rosenthal since she read over it a dozen times. "I don't have to answer to you about my curriculum choices any longer."

He laughed. "Okay, so now you're unreliable, slutty, and stupid?"

"I have tenure," she said firmly, gripping the coffee a little tighter while his eyes bugged out in anger.

He shook his head. "You can't get tenure unless you get it through me," he snarled.

Jessica looked at his crooked nose and miserable expression, and if she wasn't on the verge of tears, she might have laughed. "You can ask Dean Walters for a copy of my signed paperwork. And if you have concerns about my curriculum, then you can take it up with him." She tried to duck past him through the doorway, certain her resolve was almost gone now.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Brian demanded loudly, and she jumped back. "Explain yourself right fucking now."

"Dr. Conley!" came a familiar voice from the hallway, and then Dr. Rosenthal was poking his head in the lounge door. "You shouldn't be raising your voice like that to Dr. Reed, especially since you're on probation."

"Probation?" Jessica whispered, and Brian's face soured further.

"Mind your own business, Rosenthal," he snapped, and under his breath he added, "you should have retired a decade ago."

"Yes. Probation," came another familiar voice as Advanced Calculus strolled in with a notebook in her hand like she hadn't a care in the world. She stopped right in front of Brian with her back to Jessica, acting almost like a buffer. "He's in a lot of trouble," she said in a voice that bordered on teasing, and Brian's face grew pink.

"What do you mean?" Jessica whispered, and the other woman smirked at her over her shoulder.

"He's on probation for a history of behavioral issues, and I volunteered to be his probation officer of sorts," she replied before turning back toward Brian. "Don't forget, Dean Walters asked to check in with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And I'll be dropping by your classes to make sure you actually show up to them. Oh, and I'll have to add to my report that you raised your voice to a professor with tenure while she was just trying to make a cup of coffee." She tapped her notebook. "It's not looking good, Brian."

Jessica watched Dr. Rosenthal shuffle away after he cleared his throat, and Brian spun on his heel to follow suit. "Is this for real?" Jessica asked, looking around the room to try and tell if she was in a dream.

"Yep. He's my new volunteer project. I think Dean Walters could just tell that I have a lot of experience taming fuckboys. But Brian takes the cake, let me tell you. He's been skipping out on his classes to meet up with different women."

Jessica adjusted her glasses and looked at the floor as she whispered, "I never missed my classes when he and I were...."

"Of course not," she said blandly. "That's why you were given tenure instead of being put on probation. You actually do your job. He doesn't. Now, I was thinking about Chippy's tomorrow night? Kind of a celebration?"

Jessica just blinked at her. "A celebration for what?"

"You! A tenure party! Fratraiser part deux as Bradley has been calling it. You know what, I'll take care of the whole thing. Don't even stress about it."

Jessica had been planning on spending the weekend cleaning out her apartment before she started to move a few things to Jake's place. But going out for a bit could be fun. She had more friends in San Diego now than she ever dreamed she would. "What were you thinking? Like a double date?"

"Something like that," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "How about tomorrow night at eight?"

"Let me check with Jake," she said right away.

"Oh, Jake already knows."

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"We'll just stay for a little bit and then head home again," Jessica whispered as she and Jake made their way slowly from his truck to Chippy's. He was fucking obsessed with the way she just called his condo home. He was obsessed with everything about her as he pressed her up against the side of Chippy's out on the sidewalk. She'd let him dress her for the night by turning it into a game, and he had chosen a black lace bodysuit paired with a mini skirt and denim jacket.

"I made a mistake," he whispered, voice rough with need as he let his hand slip underneath the skirt. Then he moaned, "A huge mistake."

She laughed as he bumped her glasses with his nose while he kissed her ear. "Did you?"

Jake was uncomfortably hard in his jeans. "Baby, I really want to fuck you. And your outfit is not helping," he added as he squeezed her bare thigh.

"That's your fault," she whispered with a grin while he whined. "Seriously, we'll just stay for a drink or two. It'll be like a double date. And then we can do whatever you want, okay?"

Jake took her hand in his, kissed her fingers and said, "On the way home, you're ordering those toys from that dirty website you found. I think we need all of them."

He could tell she was blushing in the darkness by the warmth of her cheeks against his lips. "Okay," she agreed softly, and Jake had to adjust himself in his jeans before they could walk inside.

"Holy shit," he gasped when a crowd of people cheered Congratulations! to his girlfriend. Bradshaw's wife didn't mention there would be this many people in attendance. He saw Bradshaw with his backwards hat and hideous tie dye shirt with his arms wrapped around his wife, but all of the other aviators were there, too. Jake spotted a much older man in a sweater vest sipping a beer, and he assumed that must have been Rosenthal. And of course someone had invited Dev.

"You okay?" Jake asked Jessica as she just stood next to him with happy tears in her eyes. She nodded and sniffed as she read the banner that was hanging above Chippy behind the bar.

CONGRATS, REEDY!

"Yeah, I'm okay," she whispered, burying herself against Jake as he wrapped his arm around her. "I'm just surprised so many people cared enough to be here."

"Don't cry, Jess!" Bradley shouted over the music and conversation as his wife headed over. "It's a happy occasion! It's not like you're in a relationship with Jake or something horrible. Oh... wait...."

Jake shot him a nasty look while he laughed hysterically, and he watched Jessica hug everyone in attendance, thanking all of them individually for coming to her party. Jake briefly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her as he asked, "You want a Sam Adams, Baby?"

"Yes," she replied, but then she added, "but I want to thank Chippy, too." And with that, Jessica walked right behind the bar and gave the grouchy bar owner a hug, and Jake saw a rare smile break out on his face. "Thank you for always welcoming me here," she told him softly while Jake leaned on the bar. "I felt safe here when I didn't really feel safe anywhere else."

Chippy patted her on the head and then started to push her away as he got a little emotional himself. "You're always welcome here, Reedy," he told her before he started to reach for some bowls to fill them with peanuts, and Jessica walked back around the bar and into Jake's arms. Chippy poured a few beers, and set them down in front of Jake as he growled, "So I guess you're sticking around then?"

"Looks that way," Jake replied, leaning down to kiss Jessica's cheek. "Until this one comes to her senses."

"I told you I wouldn't," she replied with a laugh. Then she turned to Chippy and said, "He's not so bad. And he's sweet to me."

"Then I guess he can stay," Chippy replied with a shrug, still glaring slightly.

Jake picked up two beers and led the way to a table near the others while Jessica carried the peanuts. "I think he finally tolerates me," Jake boasted.

"It only took you several months," she replied with a smirk. "Chippy didn't fall for your charms as quickly as I did."

Jake set the beers down next to the peanuts and pulled Jessica closer to him. "You made me work hard for it. Ever since the first night I met you when you brought me here for a three dollar beer."

She reached up and raked her fingers through his hair. "I had to know for sure. That you really wanted me."

Jake kissed her rough on the lips right in front of everyone. "I need you, Jessica," he promised, making her smile. "I love you."

"Okay, that's enough of that," Bradshaw's wife said, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "I just have a few words I want to say." She looked a little emotional as she started. "Jessica, you've become one of my very best friends in just a few short months. I know that your time at San Diego State started off a little rocky for you, and I'm sincerely sorry from the bottom of my heart that I didn't take the time to get to know you last semester when you really needed a friend in your corner. You're one of the kindest and smartest people I have ever met in my life."

Jake held Jessica as she looked like she was about to cry. "I'm the one who should be saying nice things to you!" she replied, swiping at her tears behind her glasses. "You've done so much to help me."

"And you've done so much by taking Jake off our hands for us," Bradley added loudly as everyone started laughing.

"That's fair," Jake admitted with a grin as he pressed his lips to Jessica's hair.

Then Bradshaw's wife lifted her pint glass in the air, and everyone else did as well. "Congratulations on your tenure, Dr. Reed!"

The bar erupted in loud cheers, and Bradley shook up a bottle of champagne. Jake spent the rest of the night kissing the sticky sweetness from Jessica's face and making sure Dev kept his hands to himself. He made sure his girlfriend always had a Sam Adams in her hand and that her denim jacket was neatly buttoned over that bodysuit that he was dying to get his hands on.

He didn't mind sharing Jessica with everyone else for the evening, especially since she'd made such a good friend in Bradshaw's wife. But much later, when Jessica turned and looked at him while she intentionally unbuttoned her jacket, he was more than ready to get her alone.

"Take me home, Jake," she said sweetly, reaching for his hand. "I'm ready to go home."

He kissed her lips and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's get out of here, Smart Girl."

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I hope you loved reading this as much as I have loved writing it! There will not be just one, but TWO epilogues! Stay tuned for those and pegging! Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 22

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300 follower special !

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littlest-w01f · 11 months ago

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Bond

Lucien x Esme Archeron

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Summary: Esme Archeron is ready to give herself to Lucien completely and accept the bond they share

Cw: Mentions of F masturbation, MxF, Loss of virginity, breeding kink, Lucien being a cocky mate, smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: I am thinking about making this another mini-series cause I just want to make another OC :) Am writing their smut a little separate

Being Elain's younger twin, Esme was treated as the baby of her sisters, she was docile as a child, her mother's favourite, because she believed everything she was told by her. That had changed now that she was High Fae, because when she looked in the mirror now, she liked who she was.

She had a mate now, a gorgeous male who made her shake on her knees whenever she thought of him, her mother would shame her for thinking the thoughts that she did if she was still there. The same mother who had her convinced for the longest time that her body and even her silhouette were for her husband's eyes alone.

She was wrong to be nervous, as Helion had put it before leaving with his mate, Lucien's mother, though not before commenting on the fact that he should not be feeling nervous about his damn son accepting a mating bond with him and to get her powers under control.

Pathokinesis. Her power, to influence other's emotions with her own, they had figured it out while Nesta was insulting her, Esme had nearly cried at her sister's cruel words, a normal Tuesday, then suddenly Nesta had started sobbing, it hadn't taken Rhysand long to recognise her ability, Esme had made Nesta feel what she was feeling, only a hundred times worse. Because Nesta was close to scent the pheromones she had released.

She was seated on Lucien's lap, watching him as his face visibly brightened from happiness as he admired the cake she had baked for him, his mixed eyes set on the treat she had presented him "Lucien...?"

Esme smiled to herself, looking down at the cake she had decorated, a cake of three foxes, Lucien, his mother, Abrielle, and a tiny Eris peeping from behind some autumn leaves, a beast of golden scales watching over them, Helion, and a bright sun. Both his heritages combined. She had added Eris after he had specifically told her not to say anything about him being included in her plans, being the one who had got Lucien's favourite treats for her to pick from to bake.

"I love you." Lucien whispered softly, his hand stroking the back of her head, his golden eye turning first to look at her then his head following, "Are you sure you want this? Are you ready?"

Esme's cheeks heated at the thought, she was not innocent, well that is what she told herself while reading the smut Nesta read like Cassian read battle tactics. She knew things, but at the same time did not know them at all.

She had been seeing Lucien for two months, and they had decided to take things slow, after the war, Esme adjusting to being Fae and Lucien discovering his true heritage. Lucien had kissed her a few weeks ago, in a way that still made Esme breathless. Her first kiss was nothing short of perfect, even if she had freaked at Lucien licking over her bottom lip, wanting more than a single kiss, she had said no, and he had stopped, destroying the last of what her mother had taught her, a man, well, a male, would stop if she wanted him to. The fear her mother had put in her, that if she didn't want to sleep with a man, her husband, nothing would stop him.

After the kiss, she hated every hug he gave her, every touch, every simple kiss because it would heat her in ways she was too scared to ask her sisters about. She was 21 for Caulden's sake, she should know her body. She began reading the most detailed smut scenes, scenes that made wetness pool in her underthings, she moved her hand to feel herself up, a book in one hand, her slit being felt up by the other.

It was only a few nights ago, that she had tried to do with her fingers what the love interest in the book she was reading did, trying to make sense of herself. In only a few sentences, the male had turned into Lucien, and the pleasure had increased when it was the image of Lucien whispering those dirty things to her. The coil in her stomach snapped at the thoughts of her mate, leaving the scent of her release coating the air.

"I love you too, and I'm ready." Esme smiled, her arms around his shoulder, "I want to have my first... With you."

Lucien groaned at her words, "Of course, my sun." He turned to look at the treat in front of him, "I love the details... Is that supposed to be Eris?"

Esme chuckled, "Yeah, and he said he would deny everything."

Lucien looked her up and down before smiling, taking the spoon she had said alongside the utensils and digging into the cake. Esme watched his every move, he looked so much fuller in the months he had started living at Day, brighter. The white silks he wore made him look so much more sexier, the gold he wore suited him perfectly.

While she was distracted by her thoughts, Lucien began kissing the back of his neck, his teeth grazing her neck, sucking and biting, "I want you, Es..."

Hearing his growl and feeling his kisses Esme turned to face him, blushing softly at the lust forming in his eyes. "Well, I was hoping you would want me."

"I am going to take you." He gripped the back of her neck to pull her in for a hard kiss. "Over and over again."

Esme melted in his kiss moaning softly as he moved her to the edge of the table, picking her up he set her on the table, "Well, I want another dessert now."

Lucien reached under the dress she was wearing, pushing the fabric up, he admired her waiting cunt covered in lace, "Look at you all wet for me, Princess."

"Lucien..." Esme breathed out, her arousal flowing at full force as she felt their mating bond hit her in its purest form, Lucien sending his own arousal down their bond.

Lucien pressed her nose to the nape of her neck, scenting her power, he pulled back with a groan, Esme paused, seeing something golden flow down his throat, like a drug, her scent was a drug, arousing Lucien to a state further than her accepting the bond did.

Lucien smirked, looking up at her from under her skirts, his eyes dark in nothing short of pure lust, "Ready to be my meal, Princess?" He hooked his fingers over her lace and pulled it off her making her gasp softly at the air hitting her, he spread her legs open for him.

"Yeah-" Esme bit her lips, colour coating her cheeks, "Are-are you going to... Right here?"

"If you want, no one is coming here or my room for quite a while," Lucien stroked her inner thigh, inching closer, watching her slit with a sly grin, "Have you ever touched yourself?"

"Once or twice..." Esme pulled at her dress to expose her thighs and hips to the air. Trying not to be nervous.

Lucien knelt in front of her, his fingers moving to spread her folds, "Well, just lay back and enjoy." Esme manoeuvred herself to lie on the dining table, Lucien attacked her cunt the second she rested back, wide licks to her wet slit, sucking on her clit as his chin rubbed against her wet cunt. Luien scented her further, her inner thighs coated with her arousal, driving himself crazy with her.

Esme moaned, her hips arching in his face as he held her down by her thighs, she reached down to grip his red locks, pulling him in as she cried out his name, "Please, please more... More."

She heard Lucien chuckle as he bit at her clit playfully making her shudder under him, "Anything for you.." He moved faster, he drank her like a thirsty male finally allowed water, licks to her core, sucking so precise she was nearly crying.

Esme whined at the coil forming in her stomach, any reservations she had simply melted away, his face was heating with his power, warming her cunt. The wet sounds of his tongue on her filled the air, her mind was buzzing with him, the bond in her singing for him, she felt him tug on it, she moaned his name and tugged back as he didn't let up for a second, her grip hardening on his hair as his did on her thigh. "Es..." Lucien thrust his tongue inside her, drinking in her essence.

Esme cried out, her hips chasing his lips as he pushed her down again, "I'm... I'm.."

"Shh... I know, Princess," Lucien's eyes snapped up to her, both metal and russet set on her reactions as he drank his fill. Her pleasure-filled cries were music to his ears as he brought her over the edge, pulling her in closer by her hips. He let her ride out her high on his tongue, her eyes rolling back, his tongue like pure fire as he cleaned her up.

With a last lick, he looked up at her, his lips, nose, chin and cheeks covered in her release, his eyes lust blown.

"Oh, Luc..." She gasped softly, breathing heavily, looking at him completely dishevelled, his hair a mess from her pulling, lips swollen from how he had taken her. She breathed his name like oxygen.

The table shook slightly as he climbed on, leaning over her while she lazily stroked his cheeks, his arm next to her head, "Did you enjoy, Princess?" He asked, his other hand groping her breasts from over her dress, smiling watching her still twitch from her high.

"Yes, Yes." Esme nodded softly, looking up at him, her eyes hazy with pure lust as she looked at him in a different light, her mate in his most feral form.

Lucien smiled ear to ear, his lips smeared in her release, "You want a break or more...?"

"More." Esme breathed out, her legs spread for him, him laying between her legs, rubbing his nose against hers, "Please more."

Lucien gripped her sides, winnowing her to his bed, they lay on the bed, the room was white and golden, with little accents of red on the ceiling. Esme giggled looking around the room, smiling, resting against the golden headboard. Her eyes focus on Lucien the second his hand moves to his clothes, blushing slightly as his chest is exposed more and more.

"You like what you see?" Lucien teased with a smirk.

Esme was dazed, her eyes looking at every patch of skin that he uncovered, "I love it."

Lucien was quick to discard his clothes and lean over her again, her eyes drinking him in fully, sticking onto his hard cock, curving up fully hard, oozing pre cum. "And I love you." He kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

The two kissed as Lucien's hands worked the back of Esme's dress, she moved her body to continue kissing him, and he peeled the dress off and threw it on the ground before kissing down her neck.

"Gorgeous." Lucien sighed, looking down at her bare body, his eyes on her, a wide smirk plastered on him.

"Lucien..." Esme sighed as he kissed over her breasts, his blunt nails digging into her sides, licking and sucking over her, while Esme played with his hair, scratching at his ear tips, gasping softly.

"Want my fingers, Princess?" Lucien reached back up, kissing her cheeks.

Esme nuzzled her face in his, nodding, "I want all of you."

"All of me is yours, my mate." Lucien's hand moved between her legs, stroking her folds, her head rolled back as he pushed two of his fingers in, kissing her neck as he scissored his fingers to stretch her.

"Feels so... Good." Esme whimpered at the stretch, keeping her eyes on him.

Lucien sucked on her neck, marking her skin in love bites as she reached down between them to stroke his cock, marvelling at the length and size of him, Lucien groaned softly in her ear when she did, "You're so perfect." He growled, his hips buckling in her hand.

"But..." Lucien moved her hand away from his cock with a chuckle, holding both her hands above her head with his, "You can play with me after I'm done with you, Princess."

"Ok..." Esme wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I'm ready."

Lucien looked at her with darkened eyes, her cunt there for his taking, he leaned down to kiss her, positioning himself over her. "I love you..." He pushed in slowly, watching her reaction for any discomfort on her face. She gasped softly in his neck, begging for more, and when he saw no pain, he plunged in fully.

The two mates shivered feeling their bond strengthened, every thrust of his cock inside her made it stronger, and glow more brightly. Esme released her pheromones more pure, driving Lucien mad with lust.

"Mine..." He growled with each thrust, pressing her further in his bed, "My mate."

"Yours," Esme whimpered his name, crying his name as he held her under him, jolting under him, a mess of begging and arousal.

"How does it feel, Princess?" Lucien groaned, lost in the haze she had put him in, "To be filled so deeply by me. To be so full of me."

Esme cried out as he let go of her hands, wrapping his arms around her waist to press them together. She gripped his biceps, feeling up the gold armlets he had left on.

Lucien moaned as he clenched hard around him, "You're so warm. And soft." Esme cried out softly, drool escaping the side of her mouth as she pressed herself against his, feeling him thrust in and out of her at a fast pace.

"I'm going... I'm going to-" Lucien's eyes rolled at the back of his head, taking more of her scent, "I need to fill you up."

"Lucien... Lucien please." Esme whimpered, chanting "Yes" over and over again, Lucien picked up his strokes over her clit, bringing her over the edge again.

"I want to be yours, Lu..." Esme groaned softly, feeling the bond coil up in her snap free again.

She was jolting, babbling, as Lucien pulled her into him, "You'll be mine forever."

"I'll fill you up," He nodded to himself, plunging back in her to the hilt, "As deep inside you as I can be, Princess."

"I'll fill you with my children, you'll glow with them." Esme shuddered with him as he painted her insides, filling her with ropes and roped of his cum. He stayed inside her, falling on top of her.

Esme smiled, playing with his hair. Lucien pulled out slowly, "Do I feel good?" Esme nodded rather mindlessly, pulling Lucien into a deep kiss.

Lucien pulled away, wiping away tears from her eyes, growing bright as the morning sun, pure happiness in his eyes, shoving all his love for her down their bond and receiving it back, then flipped her over on her stomach, pulling her to her knees, "Oh, I'm not nearly done."

"Not nearly done." He kissed down her back and thrust his still hard cock back in, rutting into her like a crazed male. The sounds of their pleasure filling the air.

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mamirhodessxox · 4 months ago

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Bellissima, PT 1

Cody Rhodes x Fem!OC

Desc: Liyana comes from a family of wealth, her uncle being Roman Reigns creates conflict within the family especially towards her when her father unintentionally introduces her to a man she didn’t expect to be in love with from her own doubts & insecurities.

Contents: Mentions of body shaming, insecurity, jealousy, toxic relationships, family issues, mommy & daddy issues, smut in later chapters, foul language, alcohol use.

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It was always the same dream. Every night & day it never once changed. Who is this girl??

Ocean waves crashed against each other creating obnoxious crashes & even some coolness within the air while Cody stood on the beach with a girl on a gloomy day, not a single sun ray was to be found but something about the current weather was comforting, romantic almost. This girl was younger than him by 9 years, she was around 21, she was just so goddamn captivating, he couldn’t tell if it was the perfume sprayed on her body or her wispy touch on his skin or something else about it.

Her smile was comforting, everything about her felt graceful but it only frustrated him more when he wasn’t able to figure out who she was, she would just grab his hand & roam across the shorelines for hours, sometimes she would pepper soft kisses along his jawline & whisper something in his ear that he couldn’t quite understand..“Mi vuoi tanto quanto io voglio te?” And then it would end the same way every morning like usual where he would be left on his toes living his life in curiosity on who this mysterious blonde woman is that invades his dreams so suddenly.

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June 8th 2012, Verona Italy

Liyana strides down the hallway of her childhood home as her Mother & Father insisted that whether or not she was 21 she was not to move out until she found herself a good man. Meanwhile her uncle Roman & her father Marco sat in the lounge prepping for tonights bit occasion. Roman was attending a WWE Red carpet event that he would be dragging Liyana to attend alongside with him.

Eventually after each step she took her mother Gianna caught up to her with irritation all over her face “Dannazione, sei una tale delusione, you were supposed to be ready for tonight, what gives?” Liyana stopped her movement & sighed pushing her hair back “Mama I just don’t think these are my kind of events to attend, I was hoping I could back out?” Gianni chuckled rudely before shaking her head at her daughter’s request “Don’t be ridiculous love, you’re going to support Roman & that’s final. Now go get dressed. It’s classless to attend these important occasions later than everyone else.” Liyana sighed as her mother strutted off before she went ahead & got ready for the red carpet.

Liyana lived a life of having high expectations sitting on her back since the day she was born, be a star & be damn good at it. But she felt as though she wasn’t, not like her mother or uncle Roman. At 16 she was signed to modeling & since then that’s all she’s ever done & succeePiccolo she was known for the amount of fashion shows she’d walked and the amount of times she modeled for New York Fashion Week.

It wasn’t a shock that her parents wanted to attend a Red Carpet that they knew would grab any form of attention with her presence there. But they didn’t expect to grab the wrong kind of attention as-well.

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So here we were, the important part of this journey, the moment where Liyana & Roman arrived to the Red Carpet event/party, Roman had introduced her to everyone he personally knew, Randy, she had already met him at the very beginning of Romans start of popularity in WWE, Randy easily bonded with Liyana in a sibling sort of way & this was the first time seeing each other since a whole year ago since they never remember to ask for each other’s numbers to stay in touch until times like this, Seth, quite obnoxious but very sweet, Dean, funny & entertaining. At some point in the night Roman decided to split up with Liyana & get to know most of his friends, he soon regretted that idea when he left her alone with Randy. Who was friends with a SPECIFIC person that Roman didn’t necessarily like. So here we were, Liyana clueless as ever hanging around with Randy while he walked around with her all over the place “So far you’ve met Seth, Dean, Becky, Punk…You’ve met Cody?” The blonde girl shook her head with a smile “No I don’t believe I’ve met that one yet.” Randy widened his eyes before shaking his head “What?! I can’t believe I haven’t introduced you two yet then, good guy c’mon let’s look around for em’ it won’t take too long.”

When Randy walked towards the bar he found his friend Cody standing with multiple other people chatting it away, “Cody! I got someone you should meet! Very sweet girl, this is Liyana. Liyana this is Cody” The two politely shook each other’s hands with respectful smiles, Cody was caught off guard slightly when he recognized her, Who was this girl? Why was she so familiar? Her touch felt gentle, her perfume was sweet yet subtle. “It’s nice to meet you Cody.”

Her voice rang through his ears which caused him to focus back onto the current moment. “Likewise, you look familiar by the way? Have we meet before?” Liyana smiled “No, I don’t believe we’ve met before, maybe I just have one of those faces.” Her chuckle echoed through his mind while he grinned nodding his head.

For most of the night the pair had hung around the bar getting to know each other but as the party was coming to a late end they were walking around the balcony & admiring the moonlight that reflected off of the ocean water that was in view while they talked & talk, “I haven’t been to America a lot of times but the times I have been were for modeling & fashion show, maybe a few magazines here & there but not the important ones.” She leaned against the railing while he stared at her in awe, she was so beautiful to him, Who is this girl? “Well I can tell you right now that you’re gonna be on the important magazine covers in no time.” He reassured her despite her not believing an ounce if what he said. She’s played these games before with men.

Eventually while the two hung out more they were interrupted by Roman “Liyana it’s time to-“ When Cody turned around as she did both of them glared each other down, the energy was now tense & thick “Is there a reason why you’re hanging around with my niece Cody?” Roman questioned sternly while Liyana stood there confused “What is the issue?” Cody shook his head before running a hand over his jaw “No issue here, it was nice meeting you Liyana. Really it was.” He turned his focus away from Roman & looked back at her. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this. Meet me in the Limo Liyana.” She watched as her uncle walked off with a very pissed off expression before turning back over to Cody & smiling.

“It was nice meeting you Cody, I hope we can get to know each other before you have to leave so soon..” Liyana spoke softly “I would love too. I’m free tomorrow for lunch & maybe the rest of the day if you are..by any chance..available” his lips curled slightly before digging into the pocket of his pants before pulling out a napkin “This is my number. Call me, or text. Whatever you feel is best. Have a good night.” He placed it in her hands before backing away “Have a good night..Cody” she mumbled as he kissed the back of her hand before backing away & eventually leaving at the same time as her.

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“How am I supposed to keep track of Romans stupid grudge! I didn’t know papa!” Liyanas voice echoed from the dining room as she argued with her father about her encounter with Cody tonight. “Idiota! Sei un idiota assoluto, It is your duty as his niece to not go & make him look like a fool & be around the type of people he is not fond of! Quell'uomo non è una buona influenza per te.” She groaned as she paced around the table “I’m not going to moderate who I talk to at 21 years old because of Romans petty drama! È tutta una stronzata comunque.” Liyana scoffed before walking off & storming off to her bedroom before her door was slammed shut. The silence within her room was already loud enough than one would possibly think, but suddenly it was quieted down one she heard pebbles hit against her bed side window.

As she sat up & went to open it she found her best friends Bianca & Elena holding up a wine bottle smiling together while waiting for her to run downstairs and go on whatever adventure they were taking her on, and so she did.

Liyana found herself on the shoreline of a beach while all 3 of them drank from the wine bottle & passed it around before silence was finally broken aside from the beach waves “I met someone tonight.. Così bello, he was eh..very sweet, charismatic.” Bianca grinned while turning over to her and listening before she herself let something be said “What’s his name! L'hai scopato?” Elena snickered to herself at Bianca’s question before Liyana could smile & shake her head “His name is Cody. American, and no Bia, I didn’t fuck him.” the brunette frowned to herself & shook her head is fake disappointment “He’s got some problems with Roman. I don’t know what they are but it’s not my problem anyways. Papa got mad tonight because I hung around Cody, said he was no good for me as a friend or anything further from that.”

Elena scoffed “Bullshit, he’s said that about every boy you have ever met Liyana. It’s a control thing, You’re 21 & they won’t allow you to move out until you find a good man but they also won’t allow you to talk to any man that cross paths with you!” It was true unfortunately. She felt as if she was never going to find love, make it out of her parents grasp. Maybe she was incapable of love? Or maybe she just wasn’t born to be loved. It would make sense, her family never taught her or showed her what love is & how it’s supposed to feel, her parents hate each other, they never raised her showing they loved her, her father has numerous affairs with many women during major occasions & her mother is the exact same. Liyana just wants to experience love for the first time, but maybe in another timeline she will.

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Meanwhile he couldn’t get her out of his head, she was so familiar but he didn’t know from where, everything about her was familiar, her hair, her voice, her touch, the perfume on her body. He couldn’t figure out where the hell she could possibly have come from that gives her a familiar face. He hasn’t seen any magazine involved with her because she simply wasn’t as popular in the states yet, so who is she? Who is this girl?

And like usual the minute he fell asleep he was faced with this mysterious woman all over again, the beach waves echoed through the atmosphere, her soft touch ran up the sides of his torso, he heard soft mumblings but he still just couldn’t quite understand. It’s as if his dream was skipping time more than once, he found himself laid out in a grassy space with her now away from the ocean, daisy’s lightly grazing his skin, the sun glowing against the two of them, his lips locked with hers, the mystery girl pulling him on top of her while she whispered into his ear for the last time. “Mi amerai per sempre? Mi insegnerai come provare amore e capire cos'è l'amore? Per favore?”

Who is this girl?

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Italian Translation

Mi vuoi tanto quanto io voglio te- You want me as much as I want you

Dannazione, sei una tale delusione-Damn, you're such a disappointment

Idiota! Sei un idiota assoluto-Idiot! You're an absolute idiot

Quell'uomo non è una buona influenza per te-That man is not a good influence for you

È tutta una stronzata comunque-It's all bullshit anyway

Così bello-So Handsome

L'hai scopato- Did you fuck him?

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s-4pphics · 2 years ago

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rip, halloweekend! (e.w.)

hi😳 it’s my last week as a student and i felt sad so i wrote fratadjacent!ellie lol. literally just wanted to reminisce on party hookups since they’re over for me </3

wc;cw: 3.4k mmm, MDNI!!, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL IM VERY BUSY LOL, all ocs r black coded y’all see it, mentions of (faux)blood and vomit like once, alcohol weed it’s a party duh, 21 and tee grizzley promo like pay me, girls kissing🤭, dubcon(every1 is faded af lol), ellie’s sleazy, mentions of orgies and anal? uh oh, ellie’s so cocky <3, dirty talk, fingering, eating out no mcdonalds, spanking ass and tits lol, okie yeah dassit <3

everyone say thank u to the loml @fandomshitpostingqueen 4 the title :3

Your school always turned up and out for Halloween.

You and your friends had been complaining about how trash the parties have been for months, but now the streets are littered with people dressed as bare as possible in the freezing cold. They were all shotgunning beers in the middle of the street, blasting trap music through their portable speakers, throwing up everywhere.

And you were so excited! This was going to be fun.

You never particularly liked going to frat parties: their houses were never clean, it was always boiling hot in the basement, and the cops almost always showed up to shut the entire place down (only for another party to blow up in the early hours in the morning, and they shut them down, too! Fuckers!). But after your first ever mind-numbing, toe-curling, drunken fuck with… her at the Alpha Sigma Phi house in September last year, you hardly ever stepped foot in clubs again.

You two weren’t super close even though you fucked on and off, but you were friends with her housemate, Riley, so whenever she invited you over, you would discreetly watch Ellie silently making cereal—high out of her mind—in only her sports bra and gray sweats. You hadn’t seen her since the start of the semester, when she’d dropped off your wobbly, highly intoxicated roommate with after she’d snapped you a hey. ur roomie drank alooottt and is really fucked up rn imma drop her off leave the door unlocked pls lol.

It was a mystery how they got past your building's security since your roommate could barely hold up her I.D. according to Ellie, but you didn’t press since she seemed in a rush to get back to the party she was at. She quickly laid your friend in her bed before throwing you a quick see ya! before fleeing out the door. You didn’t even have a chance to properly look at her before your own door slammed in your face.

And now here you are, standing in the frat entry line freezing your ass off in your slutty, glittery angel costume with a cheap, but feathered halo atop your head. Your dress barely passed your thighs, and your white, lace-up heels were getting scuffed on the concrete. You didn’t even want to be an angel, but your friends forced you to match with them with their demands of Were gonna be Charlie’s Angels, bitch I’m not playing!, to which you’d argue, they weren’t actually angels, clown! But after three days of consistent glares and pleading from your googly-eyed group, you gave in.

“Bro, I’m so fuckin’ excited. I need more shots, I need more shots! —“

“Can you shut the fuck up, you sound crazy,” your good friend, Cleo said to your… feening friend, Evelyn. A gust of Fall wind blew past all of you, and you shivered in unison.

“It’s too fucking cold for this shit! If y’all would’ve let me down that Svedka bottle, I would be warm as fuck right now!” Evelyn pressed at both of you between chattering teeth.

“Bitch, you almost peed in these people's kitchen sink the last time you did some stupid shit like that! In front of everyone!” Cleo scolded with a glare, and Evelyn scoffed before turning away to look at the moving line. Your friend then turned her attention to you.

“You tryna see your girlfriend?” Cleo said to you with a smirk while she hit her dab, and you rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out.

“She’s not my fuckin’ girlfriend, shut up,” you tried to say as convincingly as possible. They both snorted at your attempts, clearly in denial.

Your friends always made it sound like you were in love with Ellie when she was brought up. You could admit to having a crush on her, sure, but you weren’t always craving her attention. You let her come and go as she pleased, and you did the same.

Your thoughts were cut off by some drunk, obnoxious asshole screaming at the two of you to pull out your school I.Ds. You all did, and the door immediately pulled open, and you were hit in the face with the bass from the speakers. You all entered, hand in hand, and watched people dance in masks, people making out, people twerking on the counter. And you all were finally warm.

You moved through the packed, LED lit house to where everyone was dancing, and you and your friends made a small circle in the middle of the crowded floor. Evelyn managed to snag an unopened bottle of Tito’s from the counter and you, and Cleo stared in shock as she downed three large gulps like it was water. You snatched the bottle from her before she could get any more down, only to take three large sips of your own, before turning to Cleo, ushering her to lean her head back so you could pour some in her mouth.

You felt lighter.

Thirty minutes passed, and Cleo was throwing it back on you, and you were throwing it back on Evelyn as she clumsily thrusted her hips into your ass, bottle in hand. Your halo was tipping, you were sweating out your press, and your glittery liner was smudging, but you couldn’t give a fuck. 21 was on, and nothing else mattered.

Until Evelyn stopped, pulling you up to her chest and sloppily whispered that she had to pee. You shook your head as you giggled, pulling a very high Cleo up to guide her to the bathroom by her iced-out wrist.

The line for the bathroom was so fucking long. What the fuck.

But you and your friends were finally next. Evelyn was leaning back against the wall as she squeezed her legs together, whining out quiet dontpeedontpeedontpee’s to herself with her eyes shut. You shook your head at her.

However, you all immediately stiffened when you heard a desired squeal of fuck yes, like that! coming from the bathroom. That’s why y’all were standing here for so fucking long?! So somebody could get their nut?!

Cleo shook her head with a I know you fuckin’ lying before banging her fist on the door. “Bro, hurry the fuck up! We don’t have time for this shit!”

“Hold the fuck on, damn!” and your back straightened at the voice, eyebrows furrowing. Ohh, shit oh fuck! —

And the door swung open, revealing a very flushed Ellie, lips glistening and eyes tinted pink with a black cloak on, Scream mask in hand. She even had fake blood smeared on her face. And a girl in a devil costume hopping off the counter, adjusting the horns on her head.

You made eye contact with Ellie, and she froze, only to quirk her slit brow at you, slowly gazing at your attire from top to bottom before reconnecting your eyes. You shivered, and she smirked.

The demon girl snatched Ellie’s wrist to lead her out of the bathroom as Evelyn rushed in, barely shutting the door behind her. You held Ellie’s searing contact as she trailed behind the girl, nodding her head in greeting as she brushed past you, leaving the hallway. You turned towards Cleo, who’d been barricading the door for Evelyn, shaking her head at you with a knowing grin. You let out a quiet fuck you as she busted out laughing.

Sometime in the night, you all scurried back to the dance for when First Day Out blasted through the speakers. You have zero recollection of what happened after you ran towards the packed dance floor(all your liquor body-slammed you at once!), but your tongue was shoved in Cleo’s mouth as she grinded on Evelyn, holding her by her thigh to pull her closer. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip as you both smiled before your hazy gaze traveled behind Evelyn, locking with the ones you were conflicted about seeing tonight.

Ellie was smoking by herself, just watching you. You held her stare as you wrapped your arms around Cleo, drunkenly waving your hand to lure her over. She smirked around her blunt before shrugging, shaking her head no. You sent her a pout.

“Ellie’s over there,” you bent down to talk in Cleo’s ear.

She hummed in acknowledgment against your neck, “We’ll be alright. Go see her.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I got her,” She said in reference to a very drunk Evelyn screaming out YOU KNOW I BROUGHT MY KNIFE!

“Text me if anything happens, okay?” You demanded, and she nodded before encouragingly patting your ass.

You unwrapped yourself from your friend, squeezing through the crowd until you reached a very… calm Ellie. She was leaning back with her head propped up against the wall, doing tricks with every exhale of smoke. You leaned up next to her, shoulder to shoulder.

Neither of you said anything, but she held her blunt up to your face. You accepted, parting your lips to inhale the smoke as you watched the lit tip shine orange. You pulled away, leaving the remnants of your gloss behind, and breathed in before exhaling away from her.

You watched as she pulled her phone out, slowly typing something out with one hand as she ripped from the blunt again.

You felt your phone vibrate in your bra.

You looked at her suspiciously before pulling it out, unlocking it to open the snap from Ellie.

e: cum upstairs?

y: 😐

You turned to her and watched her smile before typing. You looked back down at your phone.

e: lemme give u some imsorry head :(

y: 😐

e: pleek

y: where

e: upstairs duh

e: jesses gone 4 the weekend so ye

e: fuckin u in his room lol

… Who the fuck is Jesse?

You didn’t get an opportunity to respond before you felt her grab your wrist, pulling you into the crowd. You couldn’t help but look up at her frame, loose strands of her ponytail falling out, her dangly earrings, her fucking shoulders, her neck moving every time she looked back to check on you. She looked so fucking good, fuck—

You felt a smack on your ass, and before you could turn to beat the fuck out of whoever it was, you caught your friends giggling at you. Cleo suddenly made her O-face as Evelyn pretended to hit it from the back before they started laughing at you again. You stared blankly at them.

“Okay?” You heard Ellie say in your ear, lips brushing against yours. You only nodded before turning back to face her.

You watched as she looked behind you before smiling and looking back down at you with a headshake. She turned and led you towards the staircase.

She pulled open a door—Jesse’s, you guess— at the end of the hall. It was a bit messy, but you ignored it as she closed the door behind you.

“Where’s Riley? I haven’t seen her at all,” you said as she looked at you.

“Dunno.” She replied simply, ripping from her roach.

“…You got bored quick,” You hoped she knew what you meant.

“Mhm,” she said as she exhaled before stubbing it out on the dresser.

And then silence.

This is awkward. You hoped she would be ripping your halo off by now.

“You look cute.”

“You don’t,” you replied sharply. Fuck, yes she does, she always does.

She snickered at you before kicking her chucks off, “That girl thought I did.”

You’re going to strangle her.

“Fuck you.”

“You’re gonna,” she said as she stepped closer.

“You’re a slut.”

“I am,” Another step. She said with a slimy grin. “The dirtiest.”

You hated how wet that made you.

“Your friends are funny,” She said with another step, finally in your space as she spoke quietly. “And they’re hot.”

“I know they are.”

“Orgy?” She asked with a bright smile.

“Ellie, are we fucking or not? M’feet hurt,” you slurred out, rolling your eyes.

“You look so good right now,” she said more to herself than to you, it seemed. She’d been so quiet, tone filled with awe. Your face ran hot.

“Wanna kiss,” She said as she leaned forward.

You placed a hand on her chest. “‘M not about to kiss you, you were just giving somebody head, like, an hour ago.”

“So?” She said, grinning wider.

“The fuck d’you mean so? That’s gross, Ellie.” you said with an agitated tone.

“Wanna bend you over his dresser,” She said silkily, and it made you clench tight. “Missed you, y’know?”

You didn’t reply as you looked at her skeptically. She didn’t care, grabbing you by your hips to pull you closer, bodies now flush against each other. She bent down to plant soft kisses on your neck. You would’ve complained, but her mouth felt so good, fuck.

“You wet enough?” She whispered out against your throat before sucking on the wet spot. You threw your arms around her neck, your knees buckling.

“Gettin’ there, keep kissing me like that,” you breathed out in a shaky whisper. You felt her smile against you before licking over where she sucked.

You felt her hands travel down to your ass, as she grabbed both cheeks tightly in both hands. You let out a breathy moan at her grip before you felt her slap a cheek, and then the other.

“Take this shit off,” she whispered out as she hiked your dress over your hips. You pulled it over your head, tossing it near the bed along with your halo.

“Fuck you, I spent time making this,” you said with a pout as she laughed softly. She grabbed your bare tits in her hands before sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned as you peered down to watch her flick it.

She switched sides, sucking the hardened bud into her mouth while she hummed quietly. Your hips pressed against her.

“Prettiest fuckin’ tits,” She whispered against your breast. “Gonna fuck ‘em one day, I swear to god.”

You moaned at her promise as you felt her slap your ass again before whispering a get over there, nodding towards the dresser. You scurried over as quickly as your heeled feet could manage, tits bouncing with every step. You leaned back against it with your hands propped up behind you as you watched her pull your halo from your discarded fabric.

“Gotta keep this on,” she said as she walked over, dangling it between two fingers. “For… affect, and whatnot.”

“Right.”

“Mhm,” she said as she carefully placed it on your head. “Turn around.”

You listened without question, and you were faced with your own reflection. Your wet nipples, your rising and falling chest, your wet thong. And her darkly looming behind you closely, all bloody and grinning. Another gush of wetness in your underwear.

“You know what I think?” She said into your ear, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

You hummed out questioningly.

“We’d make a sexy cam-couple,” She whispered huskily as she licked your ear and you couldn’t stop squirming, pushing back on her as she grinded forward. “I could see it now: ‘slutty Scream murders cute angelic pussy’, we’d get paid so fuckin’ good.”

“You’re stupid,” you shakily whispered out as she reached around to pull at your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back against her, one hand reaching behind you to wrap around her neck while the other dug into her jean-covered thigh.

She slapped your tits as she messily kissed your neck, sucking more bruises into the skin as she moaned against you. You felt one of her hands disappear from your tits, and before you could move to bring it back, you felt it grab the back of your neck to push you down against the dresser, arms falling in front of you in reflex. Your eyes tore open, and you were met with your sloppy-looking reflection. Lip gloss completely gone, eye-makeup smeared, sweated-out press sticking to your forehead(dammit!), and your halo lopsidedly hanging off your head.

“Uh huh,” she muttered out as she watched you through the mirror, slowly thrusting her hips forward like she was fucking you and fuck, you wanted to fuck so bad. You hated how you instinctively pushed back on her, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Would make a sexy little pornstar.”

“Fuck, El, ‘m so wet, c’mon, please! —”

“Gonna baby, just lemme look at you,” she said back, and you whined, pushing back on her again. You wish she had her dick with her!

“Make me cum, El, pleeease,” you whined out again, and you felt her slam a hot hand on your ass. You cried out as your cheek seared.

You felt her slowly pull your panties to the side. You lifted your head to watch her through the mirror: her brows pulled down, her lip between her teeth, and she had the audacity to release a glob of spit on your pussy. You felt a gush of wetness leave you as it trailed down your pussy.

“You’re so nasty,” you slurred out quietly.

She reconnected your eyes in the mirror, and she grinned cunningly. You felt her free hand come up to run slow, deep circles on your slippery clit, and you moaned out as your eyes fluttered shut. You dropped your chin on the dresser in relief.

“Cutest fuckin’ pussy, can tell she missed me,” you clenched tighter gushed wetter at her tone, your pussy screaming missed you so much, daddy! You could tell she noticed when she snickered out a small yeah, you did.

And then you felt her slide a finger in. Your jaw dropped as you gasped wetly, and you hated how she immediately found that spot that makes you scream. Your walls were gripping her finger tight tight tight—

“Fuck, angel, gonna gimme this pussy later?”

“Fuck yes, ‘s yours!”

“Yeah? Say it again,” and she dug her finger in deeper.

“‘S your pussy, daddy, make me cum!”

She gently pushed another finger in and she grinded them into you, barely pulling out. You hadn’t even noticed that the grip she had on your neck disappeared, her other hand reaching around you to massage your clit. You stayed bent over the dresser so she could hit it deeper, and fuck, she made you feel so good!

Your eyes were glued shut as you breathed and moaned out, but you felt her press kisses all over your ass, biting the cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open as she sat up, slowing down her fucking. She met your eyes to ask, “You ever get your ass fucked?”

You barely reacted at her bluntness due to your hazy mind, but you shook your head no. She nodded as she pouted. She went back to fingering your cunt.

“Mmh, you can if you w-wanna, when you take me home later, shit—“

“Who said I was takin’ you home? Hm?” She said and you heard the smirk in her voice. She pressed up against that spot harder as she slid another finger in.

“Fuuuck!—“

“Yeah?”

“Yes, baby, yesyesyes!—“

You watched her drop to her knees and felt her suck your clit in her mouth and your eyes rolled back and it was about to make you cum—

The sloppy noises of her sucking your pussy and the soppy sounds of her fingers inside you made you hotter, and you felt that burning feeling pulling in your gut.

“El, fuck, baby, I’m gonna— “

“C’mon angel, get me wet, want it all over my fuckin’ face— “

You couldn’t hear all the nasty shit she was muttering on your pussy as she fucked you through your nut, her lips taking your throbbing clit back in your mouth as she massaged that spot inside you. She was eating you like you were paying her for it and fuck you would if she asked.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, no one tastes this good, what the fuck,” she said dazed. You knew she was watching your pussy twitch as you rode out the aftershocks on your orgasm, slowly fucking her fingers into you.

You felt her stand up, slowly rubbing your clit as you calmed down, planting gentle, wet kisses onto your back.

“You good?” She whispered against you, and you nodded against the desk.

She chuckled gently, massaging your ass in both her hands before pressing a kiss on a cheek, “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

You barely could catch your breath, “W’na dance, still.”

“No, you don’t,” she said, licking up your spine. You felt her press her lips to your ear before she whispered. “Text your friends and tell ‘em we’re leaving. ‘M dropping them off so I can fuck this ass.”

You shuddered.

And nodded.

And she cheesed wide.

see yall inna week or so lol c:

#ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #ellie x you #ellie x reader #black!oc #black!reader #ellie williams x black!reader #ellie williams au #lesbian #works 𖧧࣪#fratadjacent!ellie

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lostloveletters · 3 months ago

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Sweetheart Grip (John Egan x OC)

Summary: Day 21 - Gun Play. Bucky remembers hearing somewhere that a girl is a gun. [AO3 link | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist]

Note: This is probably trashy and in poor taste but whatever! Visual reference for what a sweetheart grip is can be found here.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Inevitable historical and technical inaccuracies, obviously unsafe handling of a gun. Sexually explicit content involving elements of gunplay.

Holly’s eyebrows furrowed when she looked down the long, unfamiliar hallway. Still, at a quarter after seven, she walked until she got to the third door on the left, as she was asked to do earlier that day. Filled with boxes and miscellaneous supplies, all covered in a thin coat of dust, it was almost like everyone had forgotten about that back office, though the lights turned on when she flipped the switch. She wondered how Bucky even knew about it, considering he hadn’t even worked as an Air Exec for all that long.

No evidence of him around, but she’d wait. Sometimes he ran a little late to their rendezvous, so she made herself comfortable on top of the desk in the corner of the room, her legs swinging back and forth above the scuffed floor until she heard footsteps approaching.

Bucky smiled when he saw her, closing the door behind him. “No one saw you, right?”

“I don’t think so.” The lock clicked. “Sounds like you wanna get us in trouble.”

“I’m trying to keep us out of trouble.”

She hopped down from the desk, a bit hesitant as she walked over to him. “You’ve been acting kind of cagey lately. You know you can talk to me, right?”

“I know that, doll. I’m just not great at surprises, and I didn’t wanna ruin it before it was ready.”

The corners of her lips turned up slightly. “What surprise?”

He stuck his hand in his jacket pocket, making his way over to the desk she’d been sitting on. She eagerly followed, startled to see a gun on top of the worn wood grain until she took a closer look at the grip.

“Oh my god, that’s me!”

He grinned. “Who else?”

“How’d you do this? With the photo and everything?”

“Wasn’t that hard to get Woody on board. She did one hell of a job,” he said.

She took his face in her hand, standing on her toes to kiss him. “It’s so… sexy,” she confessed, her cheeks flushed pink. “Makes me feel like I’m the girl in one of those gangster pictures or something.” Her hand hovered just above the grip. “Can I?”

“It’s not loaded, but be careful.”

“How do I hold this thing like I know what I’m doing?”

He shrugged his jacket off and came up behind her, positioning her arms before placing his hands over hers. “Always treat it like it’s loaded, and don’t point it at anyone unless you wanna shoot ‘em.”

His fingers caressed the middle knuckle on her left hand, where the raised scar was. When he initially bandaged up her hand, he honestly didn’t think she needed stitches. It was too late for that when he unwrapped the gauze to redress the wounds and noticed how oddly the broken skin over her knuckle was healing. She claimed she didn’t mind.

“So you put your finger on the trigger—”

“And then I say, ‘Put the money in the bag and nobody gets hurt.’”

He laughed, the soft rumble of his body, so close to hers, made her eyes flutter shut for a moment. The day when they wouldn’t have to sneak around the way they did couldn’t come soon enough. At the very least, if Chick knew about their relationship, he tolerated it, even if he couldn’t outright condone it. They were better together.

“Alright, Bonnie, then what?” he asked, his lips close to her ear.

“We hide out in a nice hotel somewhere, lay low for a while,” she said softly.

A pleased hum rolled through his chest. “I like the sound of that, you and me in bed for a week.”

She glanced up at him, a slight smile on her lips to find him staring down at her.

Licking her lips, she looked at the pistol nestled in their hands. “Pull the trigger.”

“What?”

“You said it’s not loaded. I just wanna see.”

He glanced at her, intrigued by her request, even more so by the strange look in her eyes. Bringing his gaze forward, his finger curled to the sound of an empty click. A shiver ran down his spine as she gasped, pressing herself against him.

“Do it again.”

Click.

Her voice was breathy. “Again.”

Click.

“Are you getting off on this?” he asked, his voice hoarser than he was expecting.

She tilted her head back against his chest, shameless in the face of his accusation. “Why, are you?”

He swallowed roughly. Of course she could feel his cock growing hard in his trousers, pressed against her back as closely as he was. Wanted to give some smart response, but found himself unusually flustered by the situation.

“Jesus Christ, Holly.”

It was as if he blinked, and she bent over the desk, her panties and stockings pulled down to her knees, her skirt hiked up over her ass. He placed the gun down next to her, the grip right in her line of sight. Mesmerized, she stared at it, the plexiglass-encased photo of herself smiling back at her. His hands shook as he rushed to free his cock, straining almost painfully against his clothing.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“I think so—”

“You better,” she said, looking at him from over her shoulder through half-hooded lids, her dark brown eyes nearly pinning him in place. “I know you’re not shooting blanks, are you, Major?”

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Fuck—fuck—just hold on—”

He searched frantically through his jacket pockets until he found one and tore open the packaging to slip it on. Something in his brain was short-circuiting, the way she looked at him, spoke to him, he nearly whined when she called to him with a gentle, “Baby?”

She bit hard on her lip when Bucky pushed inside her, frustration crashing over her when she tasted blood. She wanted him to hear how good he was making her feel. But for the time being, she reached back, placing a hand over one of his that was gripping her waist. Her thumb rubbed against his skin gently, and upon looking at the pistol again, she felt overwhelmed by her sweet, sentimental, sensitive Bucky. Something about the way he looked at her, held her, transcended mere affection, actually made her feel like a person again.

“You’re so good to me,” she said, as softly as she could manage, though a moan caught in her throat when she added, “You’re everything.”

Never thought she’d find a man who could make her feel that way again, her heart pounding against her ribcage as if about to burst through so she could present it to him in kind.

She withdrew her hand from its place on top of his to grip the edge of the desk. So close, so fucking close she could scream. Bucky was never all that good at keeping quiet, even when they had to be, like then, with his face buried in the crook of her neck to muffle the sound of his moans.

“Please,” he whimpered against her skin, “doll, please.”

“I know, baby. I’m almost—fuck—keep going.”

It was the sweetheart grip that pushed her over the edge. She wasn’t sure why she curled her fingers around it, dangerous and intimate, the thrill it sent through her set her off, pleasure tearing through her so violently that she could hardly hold herself up on top of the desk. Her chest lay flush against it when Bucky came, and for a few moments afterward, the room was unnervingly silent save for their heavy breathing.

“Christ,” Bucky groaned as he pulled out.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Was that—was I too much?”

“If I knew you had that in you, I would’ve gotten this a lot sooner.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you off.”

She smiled, leaning up on her elbows to look at him over her shoulder again. “If you wanna get rid of me, it won’t be that easy, Major.”

#john egan x oc #bucky egan x oc #masters of the air #masters of the air x oc #john egan #bucky egan #hbo war #hbo war fanfic #mota #mota x oc #ch: holly #battie kinktober 2024 #finally got this out of my system i've been thinking about it for months #i was gonna do [redacted] but i think i need to ease people into dom!holly

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luvangelbreak · 1 year ago

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Deprived | Seven

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, drug use (weed), mentions of alcohol word count: 2.9k a/n: another matt pov bc i felt like it was fitting. lmk what pov you like more and thank u for all the support <3

pov: matt

As we drove to Downs, I kept stealing glances at Layla as she chewed on her tacos. She only asked for tacos but I of course got it for her in a meal with fries as well. Allie was singing along to the songs in the backseat and I glanced in the rearview mirror to see her dancing happily as she ate her fries. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the road instead of the girl beside me.

My mind drifted to when she placed a kiss on my cheek not only during the intermission of the game but also when I was standing outside with her. I didn't expect her to actually do anything, I just wanted to tease her but I wasn't mad that she did. I was cheesing like a 13-year-old boy inside and it drove me insane.

I'd know her for all of a week and I felt like she was consuming all of my thoughts. Every day she didn't come to school, the more I thought about skipping and driving to her house. I didn't want to seem obsessed, that's not something you do when you talk to someone for the first time only a few days prior and I knew that.

I tapped my hand on the wheel along to the beat of the song, looking over at Layla again but this time she made eye contact with me, a mouth full of fries as she sarcastically said, "Take a picture it'll last longer."

"Okay," I responded casually as we happened to pull up to the last set of lights that were red. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a photo of her and she frowned, swallowing the fries.

"Delete that," she deadpanned and I shook my head, locking my phone as the light turned green. We drove down the street and pulled into the parking lot, seeing Nate and Chris were already here eating McDonald's in the car.

"I'm gonna go steal Nate's fries. Be right back!" Allie jumped out of the back seat before I had even put the car in park making me laugh at her as she scurried around the car and jumped into the back of Nate's. I turned the car off, taking my seat belt off and winding down my window so the cold air hit my face

"Matthew," I heard Layla's serious tone and I turned my head to look at her again, "I'm holding your food hostage until you delete that photo."

She picked the bag up off of the floor between her feet, holding it tightly in her arms so I couldn't get my food. I heard Allie and Nate bickering from the car beside us but I didn't bother looking over.

"Why? You said to take a picture," I leaned over, trying to grab the bag but she pulled it closer to her body, leaning away from me slightly.

"I look disgusting," she frowned and I tilted my head at her.

"You didn't even see the photo," I state the obvious as I went to reach for the bag again.

"I don't need to see it. I had a mouth full of fries so of course I look bad," she seemed dead serious but I smiled at her nonetheless.

"You don't look bad," I told her, shaking my head and she huffed, "You look good all the time."

"Well, clearly you haven't seen me when I have just woken up," she rolled her eyes dramatically before throwing the bag in my lap. I let out a grunt when the heavy bag hit my crotch and she pursed her lips, "Oops."

"'Oops' my ass," I joked and she shrugged with a smile, taking another fry into her mouth. I let my eyes linger on her lips for a moment more before I grabbed my food out of the bag. I heard a phone vibrate and I knew it wasn't mine since it was underneath my thigh. As I dug into my phone, I noticed Layla pull her phone out of her pocket and her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the small screen, "Everything okay?"

"Uh..." she trailed off, nodding hesitantly before she locked her phone, "Yeah everything's fine."

"You sure?" I double-checked, now mouth half full of food like she had done moments ago. Instead of responding, she quickly swiped on her phone and I heard the camera click on her phone. I furrowed my eyebrows as she smiled at me, making it hard to stay annoyed at her.

"Now we're even," she shrugged, the smile not leaving her lips as I shook my head. The rest of my teammate's cars pulled into the parking lot, all having their own variants of food and drinks. I was sure Dan was going to bring beer or weed and not to any surprise, he appeared out of the car with both.

"You think it's laced?" Layla spoke up and I looked over to see her staring at the bag of joints Dan was throwing around with not a care in the world.

"Nah Dan's super picky about what he smokes. Went on a whole tangent to me about strains and what they all do. Didn't listen to a word of it though," I told her honestly as she nodded, pursing her lips before she looked over at me.

"You mind if I have some?" she asked and I shrugged, scoffing down the last of my food before taking a sip of my drink, "Slow down there pretty boy. You're gonna choke on that if you're not careful."

"I always eat fast after a game," I admitted and she smiled, shaking her head like she was scolding a child, "You can smoke. Just don't get so high that you can't function."

She sent me a smile before nodding and jumping out of the car. My eyes followed her every move as she walked over to Dan and I saw both of their mouths moving. Moments later, Dan handed her a joint and she used her own lighter to light the end of it.

"You look like a goddamn dog drooling at her like that," I jumped in my seat and turned my head to see Nate standing outside the window of my door.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink as I slid further down into my seat, my eyes always finding their way back to her, "I'm just making sure Dan won't try anything.

"Why do you care if he does?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face as he leaned his elbows onto the windowsill.

"He's a dick," I mumbled and Nate hummed in response before he chuckled.

"Okay, enough. You look like Joe Goldberg just staring at her from the car," Nate pulled the door open and I turned my head to see him standing there, waiting for me to get out. I rolled my eyes, grabbing my phone, keys and drink from the car before hopping out and closing the door behind me.

"I'm not a stalker, dude," I grumbled and he chuckled as we began walking towards where everyone was now huddled around Ethan's car.

"You fucking look like one," he jokingly said quietly before we were a part of the group. As soon as we walked over, Layla moved her position between Dan and Ryder to stand between Chris and I. I resisted the urge to look down at her but as everyone talked amongst themselves, I felt her weight shift on her feet so she was leaning towards me.

I swung my arm around her shoulders causing her to lean into me fully. I could tell she was still tense as she continued smoking the joint, making sure to blow the smoke to the ground so as to not let anyone else breathe it in. I wish I could say the same for Dan who was basically directly blowing the smoke in my face.

"Dan," I said sharply catching the attention of his slowly redening eyes, "Quit it."

"What?" he asked, still blowing the smoke in my direction.

"You're blowing it right in my face and I'm like 5 feet away from you," I frowned at him as I felt Layla relax into me further, her tense nature depleting the more she smoked. Dan rolled his eyes before blowing the smoke behind him and I thanked him in my head, not bothering to verbalise it.

I felt her head shift against my shoulder and I looked down at her to see she was already looking up at me, her eyes slightly red and pupils every so faintly dilated.

"You okay?" she asked almost inaudibly and I nodded, smiling down at her before she returned the nod, resuming her head to a straight position to look at every one. She turned her attention to Dan before asking, "Dude, where did you get this from?"

"Some guy named Ray. He's down at South End," Dan explained and I felt Layla tense against me again, "Poor excuse of a house but the shit is good so I go anyway."

Layla just nodded, finishing the rest of the joint before she threw it onto the ground.

"Damn, didn't even think about sharing?" Ethan asked, a playful smile on his lips as he looked at Layla. Dan handed his joint to Ethan before Layla spoke.

"Wouldn't do its job if I let someone else smoke it," Layla shrugged, now placing her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. Ethan raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed as he took a hit of the joint before he looked at me.

"You gonna let loose yet, boss?" he asked, holding the joint out for me and I shook my head, my thumb mindlessly tracing circles over Layla's arm as she relaxed again.

"I'm driving and you know I don't do that shit," I told him and he shrugged.

He took another hit before saying, "More for me."

Ryder grabbed a beer from Dan's car, chugging it in an instant making me cringe at the frat-boy nature of my teammates. I liked them for the most part, they were good at the game and overall decent people but they had the tendencies of total fuckwits and I hated being grouped with their idiotic behaviour.

"I'm tired," Layla mumbled so quietly I almost didn't hear her as I looked down to see her eyes hooded and her body slumped against mine.

"We can sit on the hood?" I asked her quietly and she nodded slowly. I kept my arm around her as we walked through our small ground before I sat myself down on the hood of Ethan's BMW. She sat herself next to me, once again her body leaning towards me as I swung my arm around her.

"Dude, not my new car," Ethan whined and Layla went to stand up but I pulled her against me as I looked at him with a straight face.

"You were just sitting on it," I stated and he rolled his eyes before returning his gaze back to the ground. I had completely checked out of the conversation still, not listening to a word any of them were saying as I felt Layla's warmth radiating off of her body.

I noticed Allie and Chris running around the parking lot, Chris seemingly chasing Allie with something that I couldn't see from the dim lights of the parking lot. I shook my head, smiling at their idiotic actions.

"This is nice," Layla spoke quietly so only I could hear and I looked down at her to see she was still looking ahead.

"What's nice?" I asked her in the same hushed tone, returning my thumb to tracing circles on her arm.

"All of it," she mumbled before she looked up at me, her eyes now very red and pupils dilated even more so, "You're nice."

"You're not too bad yourself, Layls," I smiled down at her and a lazy smile spread across her lips.

"I've never had a nickname. I like it," she nodded like she was a little kid making me chuckle. I never liked being around people when they were high or drunk but she just seemed to be more relaxed, her cold demeanour disappearing by the minute.

"I'll have to keep using it then," I told her and she nodded once again, returning to look ahead of us at my friends, "Is Rockstar still on the table though?"

She laughed and it felt like music to my ears, my smile widening as she shook against me before saying, "You're a fucking idiot."

"At least I'm pretty," I shrugged, an amused look covering my face as she looked up at me with a roll of her eyes, "You said it, not me."

I stared down at her, a small smile still on my lips as her eyes scanned my face before she said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're the pretty one here," I blurted out without a second thought and I saw a small tint of red cover her face. She moved her to look ahead again as I leaned down, placing my chin on top of her hair.

"Bony ass chin," she mumbled, making me chuckle as I pinched her arm, "Hey!"

"Don't call my chin bony," I said back as my eyes drifted to where Chris was now sitting with Allie in the middle of the parking lot.

"Then don't have a bony chin while putting it on my head," Layla said back and I moved my arm off of her shoulders, sliding it down so it was on her back before I pinched her waist lightly. She sat upright, hitting me in the chest with her right hand, "Stop pinching me!"

"Or what?" I challenged and she stood up, moving to stand in front of me. She moved my right knee so it was slightly further apart from my other as she placed herself between my legs. I felt my breath hitch as she leaned forward.

"Or this," she simply said before she stepped back, holding my phone in her hand that I hadn't even noticed she slid out of the pocket of my hoodie.

"Layls, give me my phone back," I reached to grab it but she moved it further away, "Really?"

"You want it?" she smirked at me as she started walking backwards, "Come get it then, pretty boy."

I stood up from the hood of the car and I placed my drink on the ground before I slid my keys out of my pocket, turning to Nate and placing them on his chest before saying, "Hold these."

He didn't get a chance to respond before Layla bolted down the length of the car park and I quickly ran after her. Her laughter echoed through the parking lot but she made the mistake of slowing down to look behind her at me because her reaction time to seeing how close to her I was, was not fast enough. I grabbed her arm just in time before she could slip away, pulling her chest against mine but she moved her other arm to hide my phone behind her back.

"Can I have my phone back now?" I looked down at her, eyebrows raised as she smiled up at me dopily. She shook her head and I reached around her back to grab it but she was able to contort her arm so it was further away from my hand. I rolled my eyes as I let my hand drop to my side.

She chewed on her lip for a moment, looking in thought as she scanned my face before she moved her arm, sliding it up the bottom of her hoodie. She pulled her hand out again, the phone no longer in it.

"If you want your phone, grab it yourself," she smirked up at me and I groaned, still keeping a grip on her arm but not tight enough to be aggressive.

"I'm not taking my phone out of your bra, Layls," I stated and she shrugged with a smile still on her lips.

"Guess you're not getting your phone back then," she giggled and I shook my head, pursing my lips so a smile didn't slip through at the sound of her joy.

"You're the most stubborn girl I've ever met," I mumbled, trying to keep a straight face as she beamed up at me.

"And you're a pussy. Just grab the phone, Matthew. Not that hard," she challenged and I let my eyes fall closed, debating on whether or not it was a good idea to follow her wishes. The devil on my shoulder got the better of me as I gave in, pulling the hem of her hoodie towards me only to realise she wasn't wearing a shirt.

"You're really making me do this?" I asked and she nodded, looking dead into my eyes as I sighed. My fingers brushed against the warm skin of her stomach, the coldness making goosebumps rise on her skin. I slowly trailed my hand up as she raised her eyebrows, a smirk still on her lips.

I felt my hand touch a fabric that wasn't her hoodie and I hesitated, not being able to see under the sweatshirt to figure out where my phone was. I let out a huff, deciding to just get it over with so it didn't look like I was just feeling her up in the middle of the parking lot. My hand rose to the top of her bra, my fingers running along the top of her boobs before I felt something solid. I felt the rectangular shape and quickly slid the phone out before my hand left her hoodie entirely.

"Good boy," she patted the side of my face before she slid past me, walking back to the group as I stared at the ground in front of me. I tried to regain my consciousness and pull myself together but the feeling of her skin on mine made my hand tingle and my pants tighten. My mind was swirling with thoughts of nothing but her. Her skin, her eyes, her smile, her mind, her voice. God, her voice rang through my ears, "You comin' or what?"

This girl will be the death of me.

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inahallucination · 1 year ago

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famous au but um dumb

@cowboylexapro

if the poets were on social media and famous this is what they'd be known for

(age somewhere between 19-21)

todd

tumblr blog name: toad.anderson

ao3 name: toad.writes

he's technically anon but not rlly

sexiest tumblr account known to man - he's a fanfic writer and an au poster with some occasional og stuff that floods his inbox with asks begging him to publish his og work too - what fandom does he write for? all of them.

his bf proof reads them all even if he's never been in the fandom

he writes fics for his friends when they get famous

in between his novel worthy fanfics are shitty fics of his friends

his followers get rlly confused

he wrote a neil x reader fic until straight girls started claiming it and he took it down becuz the reader was him

todd on his blog: guyss… im so sorry but im taking the neil x reader fic down… im sorry if i offend anyone but the reader was me ❤️ not you - i don't like you all claiming it

after taking down the x reader, he does a neil x oc but the oc is him but with green eyes

neil, after the oc gets described: todd the only person im seeing is u tho 😦 and u have blue eyes

eventually his relationship with famous tiktoker neil perry gets revealed and ppl realize he's not just an obsessed fan

after neil says the thing blog: toad.anderson: guys my real name is todd anderson everyone: omg we wouldve never guessed

after neil and him go public and ppl dont believe that neil is gay he alternates between seething and writing neil fics and taking joy from neil's confusion

todd points out comments that are obviously thirsting over neil and neil still doesn't realize he's being thirsted over

"neil be the father of my children!" "oh i think they meant that in a godfather type way"

todd, at a breaking point, suggests that neil and him post a kissing video but neil doesnt wanna be one of those shawn camilla couples - respect

what if he posted them kissing but he made a historians will call them bestfriends joke but then ppl did🧍‍♂️

"my bestie and I 🤩 " "NEIL PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK UR SERIOUS"

neil

tiktok name: neilliard.at.julliard

accidentally tiktok famous for pretty face, charming personality, acting abilities - the theater kids had a claim over him orignially but he's pretty mainstream now

comment section full of old grandmas trying to set him up with their granddaughters

everyones dream bf until he posted about his own bf

neil: my boyfie has a big tumblr and he writes a lot and he really likes frogs and he is also blond and heres his address

hes kinda oblivious about everything

"you want a close up of my collar bones? why ?"

reading comment "'show your abs?' its nice you think i have abs! only my boyfriend can see those tho 😉 "

the comments go wild

people are stitching it screaming for different reasons

all his fans r screaming into pillows bc HES TAKEN NOOO

people are trying to figure out who this mans boyfie is

"he has a boyfriend??" "he's been straightbaiting us!" "NOO HE'S TAKEN" "IS UR BF AS HOT AS U" "look at the way his eyes lit up when he said bf i love love" "this video shows an aspect of society that-"

"tell us about ur bf" and he makes a week worth of videos but its all random stuff

"my bf looks pretty in blue" "my bf likes to put salt and pepper on his fries" "my bf has hair"

the straightbaiting comments come after him posting about pride and having a pride flag in the background of his videos <- they say things like "he's such a good ally"

people attack others in the comments who ask him if hes queer "NO NEIL ISNT GAY NOT EVERYTHING HAS TO BE GAY HE COULD JUST BE A REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY FRUITY STRAIGHT GUY WHO LIKES GIRLS"

"are you gay neil???" -> "not everything has to be gay ppl can just be allys and btw by assuming every ally is gay, ur actually hurting the movement!!!" -> "i asked becuz he said he wanted to kiss his boy best friend on the lips in highschool" -> "he meant it heterosexual-ly"

someone asks him what his type is and he describes todd to the t and they think he likes a short haired blonde

"he likes girls in sweat pants not skirts" "his type isnt ppl in skirts" -- neil would love todd in a skirt but thats not the point

his type: "he's really shy, gorgeous, short dirty blonde hair, uhhhh, really smart, and So much more :))"

he could say my boyfriend is a man who i am dating because i am gay and they would still try to straight-ify him

a grainy video gets leaked of a short haired blond guy jumping into his arms and ppl say things like "its just a girl with short hair"

todd hate writes a neil x male reader fic

he asks his friends for help and they post todd's face everywhere on his recording set

he makes a video like "meet my toddy"

in the video todd says he's a boy and he's todd and he's neil boyfriend 3485757 times and neil is like "omg babe i love u too <33" becuz he doesnt Understand

some ppl r still in denial or think he's bi w/ a preference for girls

straight girls like him becuz he has a pretty face and a general respect for women

during prom season, he gets dmed a lot of websites for buying prom tickets

"don't worry guys! i know i said my high school time was rough, but i actually did go to prom with my bf!!"

charlie

twitter name: therealalpha

most popular podcast name: daltons intercourse

joke/bait account ppl took seriously

The Alpha that other alpha posters bow to

says stuff like "SIGMA MALES KISS ALPHAS ON THE MOUTH TO ASSURT DOMINANCE"

the twitter alphas buy into him so bad he's making podcasts and doign interviews and he has no clue how tf he got here but he's riding the high

he advocates for being alpha via kissing ur homies

when he gets famous he begs todd to write a fic about him

todd agrees pretty easily tbh

"ARE YOU EVEN AN ALPHA MALE IF PPL AREN'T WRITING GAY FICS ABOUT YOU"

charlie posts things like "no homo" "only the real make out with their homies" over those black and white pics of muscle-y dudes w/ no context after the neil video he posts "he homo" over one of them w/ no context

at first ppl try to attack him but then theyre like wtf is going on here and realize he's trolling the alpha community

when no one realizes neil is actually gay he makes a podcast episode talking about how he thinks neil is gay gay homosexual gay - he's holding a cigar and wearing a tight hawaiian unbuttoned shirt like "lets talk about this gay gay theater gay boykisser man"

made by @cowboylexapro

pitts

youtube name: gerdoesstuff

joint youtube name: idkman

homework help and crafts videos youtuber - relaxed vibes only here to be calm

he gives study and concentration tips and encourages ppl to seek help and companionship and not suffer alone

he paints mugs and looks for bugs

he was on charlie's podcast and they discussed the alpha-ness of making pottery

todd wrote a pitts x reader fic becuz ppl begged him to

pitts printed it out and framed it and put it in his filming set up

he's a regular on meeks podcast too btw and meeks is a regular on his

but when meeks is around things explode so

he has a second channel with meeks where they do silly experiments

theyre posting schedule is non-existent and they also do streams but they never tell you so their viewers just have to hope and find out

knox and him are planning on making a movie review channel but its still not fully thought out so

he makes couple mugs for todd and neil when neil asks for help

he wakes up at 2 am and sends todd prompts

anytime he learns a fun fact he sends it to todd on the off chance todd may need it for a story at some point in his life

anytime he reads anything he's like damn neil will love to act like this character and lets him know about it

he sends charlie alpha podcasters to make fun of

at some point he exposes cam's shitty handwriting for the giggles

knox

instagram name: knoxious.ur.mom.ious

he posted a short on his instagram talking about how he just learned hair grows from the head and not the bottom and blew up for being a dummy - he doesn't know whats going on but he's having a blast

he stirs up drama but on accident

he was on pitts youtube before

out of everyone here he's the only one not making content he's just vibing

eventually he ends up posting background footage of everyone doing dumb shit

when it comes out theyre friends ppl stalk his instagram to find more proof

after that he starts to stir drama but more consciously

hmm what else - idk he's just chilling, getting called out for being dumb and watching his friends do dumb stuff

oh wait when he makes that short about the hair a bunch of commentary channels post about it and he takes it like a badge of honor

cameron

instagram name: cam.studies

pinterest name: cam.studies

one of those aesthetic studying accounts on insta and pinterest - takes nice shots of his homework and his pen collections and his study desk

except its only for the pics his handwriting is atrocious - he has like one page or paragraph of pretty handwriting to post and the rest is scribbled chaos - his pens are never organized by color, theyre just thrown in a box, and his desk is filled with papers and books and never looks clean but its fine he's just here for clout

he ends up sponsoring and reviewing businesses that make those cute study supplies so now he has a hoard - or at least he did until his friends started taking them

he groaned about the cam.studies x {random ass ppl} fics todd wrote but he thinks theyre funny and has them bookmarked

he went on charlie's podcast and the two argued for half of it and then explained how as two alphas they would settle their differences by kissing

his friends help him angle his aesthetic shots at cafes and shit

he got exposed eventually as a fake becuz ppl (cough) posted his real notes which were messy and disorganized

but he played it off as a commentary about how the internet is fake and got more sponsorships

he judges todd and neil but is eating popcorn at the front seat of the drama

meeks

podcast name: chameleon hotel

youtube channel name: idkman

meeks makes a podcast for very stupid intricate crimes. he has a cult following of bisexuals

its stuff like drama over a tree being taken down

"the locals even called their beloved tree 'ole alvin'"

charlie: todd write a meeks x ole alvin fic

he has standards, so he does

he went on charlie's podcast and convinced ppl that being with other men allowed u to suck in their alpha-ness and become the ultimate alpha

but generally he just makes his little silly videos and makes cryptic posts about the neil todd drama

has a joint channel w/ pitts

is up to date with the neil thing and is the one to send neil updates

he tries to convince neil to act out his podcasts (with a lot of success lmao)

he tries to convince todd to write fics based on his podcasts (also with a lot of success)

as payback for the ole alvin x meeks fic he convinces todd (very easily) to write a bunch of dumb charlie fics and todd agrees becuz he has standards

no one actually knows that the poets know each other

they eventually post a group photo

"we need to cancel neil perry for being friends with an alpha podcast guy" "nah thats just charlie"

"yall know hes bi, right?"

"he literally has a podcast about how sucking dick as a man makes u the ultimate alpha male"

it does explain why charlie's alpha podcast go from tiktok actor, tumblr fanfic writer, instagram study blog, fellow podcaster, hw help tiktoker in between his satire of normal alpha tiktokers

half of these things are like copy and pasted from our conversation btw so dont blame me for them

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thelien-art · 2 months ago

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✨21-25 Yule and Advent Games 2024✨

All ends on the 31. Dec 2024

Lots will be drawn for all the winners from each day in the end so there is only one winner

The more games you are in the bigger the chances that you win!

Find all the Advent and Yule drawings here!!!

What can you win?

Advent:

You can win a chibi drawing with a simple background, with the highest number of characters in it being two! see more here

Yule 21-24:

You can win a drawing in my usual style, with full body as the largest, and up to three characters! see more here

I won´t draw any of these to the winner: mechs, NSFW*, heavy gore, or furry, and irl people**

I will draw: OCs, book/movie characters, animal companies, etc

*I am fine with drawing kisses and light wounds but nothing more than that - **I am fine with drawing actor in their roles, etc.

The rules are:

You have to reblog and write down your guess to the question of the day in the reblog

You have to follow me

If more than one guesses right, I will pick one randomly that moves on

If nobody guesses right, I will still pick one randomly that moves on

You can guess until the 31. dec

I will DM the two winners someday in the first week of January - if the winner don´t answer in over 48 hours I will choose a new one

You can, and are encouraged, participate in both the Advent and Yule game, although you can´t win both

If there are any questions feel free to send them in :)

#tolkien #jrr tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #silmarillion #advent calendar #yule calendar #tolkien christmas game #christmas art calendar #christmas calendar #christmas game

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justallihere · 5 months ago

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THE WAY YOU JUST DROPPED THE NEWEST CHAPTER OUT OF NOWHERE?????? EXCUSE ME ???? I was literally bored out of my mind and ignoring work responsibilities and then you dropped this? It was divine intervention.

so many thoughts so please bear with me

I appreciate how succinctly you wrapped up the Tecarus/luminary conversation. We don't need to spend unnecessary time reading more about him and his annoying niece (Cat not Syrena)

Drake fucking with Xaden has got to happen more often. I have this plot in my head, that Drake will just be "innocently" talking with Vi, and Vi knows what Drake is doing but plays along with it bc it annoys Xaden. Drake feels like that annoying older brother that just wants to fuck with the younger siblings in a good-natured way

Love me some DrakexMira moments... or well Drake staring at Mira and her not giving him the time of day. That's one of my favorite tropes ngl.

Xaden is so open and free with his smiles around Vi and I am equal parts disgusted and happy for him. I love and hate them your honor!!!!

IM SO GLAD WE GOT A SLOANE/DAIN MOMENT. Ngl I forgot abt them but when I read that part, I remembered the bit that didn't make it where Sloane was ogling Dain fighting Cam. man has a TYPE!!!! Poor guy likes her and Sloane is being a bit of a tsundere (idk if you know that term but she's being hot/cold)

I'm imagining the affronted/scandalized look on Vi's face when Xaden didn't share the tea about Dain+Sloane, meanwhile, Xaden just wants to kiss the shit out of her. I HATE THEM SO MUCH

Question: Did they have to imbue the wardstone like they did in canon, or was this assumed that it happened in the background (correct me if I'm wrong about my canon knowledge 💀)

Let me tell you, when I was screaming at poor Vi in canon when she skipped around in Warrick/Lyra's journals (I don't blame her, shes like what 21??? and stressed out her mind and everyone is also like in their early 21s) BUT I'm glad that in SITQ she started from the beginning.

The way I audibly GASPED when the guard was like "your mother is here". I was literally thinking a minute before, when the venin was threatening Violet, that theyre going to use her mother to lure her out (not that, that isn't in the realm of possibility) but I was worried for Liilth's health and safety after that threat. BUT MAMA SORRENGAIL IS BACK AND IM HERE FOR THE DRAMA.

I have this fear that Violet is going to potentially pull from the earth to save everyone.... bc that threat from the venin was ominous as HELL, but like that won't happen right?? right???????? RIGHT ALLI????

Questions

So like are we going to see Jack and Nolon make a comeback??? Bc fuck those two but if its for the plot then I guessss I can deal with it (i say this with uptmost respect and lets be real here. I will still eat up anything you post, I'm just being nosey)

are Mira and Bren going to make up? or is that like a background thing?

also will we see more of Mira and Drake (sorry i feel like im being extra nosey this time so just ignore these questions)

I gave a few hour warning this time!! I’ve been editing it for a week and I was over it lmao

Tecarus was a necessary evil for, like, one second, but Violet got what she needed and she wasn’t going to spend extra time entertaining him. And I wasn’t going to spend time writing drama with the fliers 😌

Drake is so FUNNY I love him, he’s an OC basically but if he ends up different in canon than I’ve imagined him I’m going to be irrationally upset. He’s just like “Xaden lighten up dude” and Xaden is going “please don’t ever look at my wife ever again” and Vi thinks it’s hilarious.

Mira has more thoughts about him than she lets on though 🙊 like she notices his attention for SURE

Sloane and Dain are so much fun (everyone say thank you @skyfallscotland for putting the idea in my head). Can’t wait to write more of them!! Violet is so offended though, like this is information she wanted to know?? And Xaden’s like it serves zero purpose?? Let her gossip idk

Re: imbuing yeah yeah that’s a thing for sure in canon, but I need sleep and a beta reader sooooo. . . pretend it happened at some point, I’ll go back later and add something in about that lmao 😁👍🏻

Lilith is back!!!! I have been waiting for Lilith to be back 😩 family drama next chapter, pray for Violet’s sanity. The venin are venin-ing, we gotta up the stakes a lil because we’re almost to the end

Nolon and Jack and their roles are still a bit up in the air, I’m still working out the specifics of what they’ll do. Mira & Brennan and Mira & Drake are also a toss up, but only because I want to write another one shot in this universe from Mira’s POV and I’m trying to decide what will make it on page in sitq and what I’ll save for that

Thank you as always babe!!!

#storm in the quiet

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missywritesfor7 · 1 year ago

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

Next chapter | Masterlist

In the spirit of the season I thought I’d give the first chapter of this new fic to you all 🤗 I haven’t fully worked out the specific day, but I’ll be posting a chapter a week after the new year so stay tuned! 💜

Ch. 1: Love

Time seems slow when you’re in the middle of it. Even slower when you’re looking forward to something. Yoongi spent 21 months away from his home, his members, Army, his family, and his girlfriend who he had only been dating 3 short months before he had to leave.

Yoongi and Hyeri had known each other before, both being under Hybe as artists. Na Hyeri, stage name: Rainbow, began her idol career with a short lived girl group called Two Piece under a much smaller company. The group disbanded after just two mini albums, and a lot of attention thanks to their company infamously mishandling everything from money to the artist’s safety and well-being. When the smoke died down, Hyeri signed with Hybe as a solo artist and has made a name for herself in the few years since her solo debut.

She first met Yoongi when he produced a song that she performed for a tourism campaign. The song made waves across social media and beyond and Hyeri found herself gaining a mass of new fans. The first time they ran into each other after the campaign took off, Hyeri jokingly thanked Yoongi for the new fans. That turned into an hour long conversation that was the beginning of a new relationship.

After endless texts, phone calls, and sneaking to see each other around the company building whenever they could, they became official. To themselves mostly and close family and friends. Yoongi told the rest of the members and Hyeri told her best friends and former bandmates, Haeun and Minji. To the rest of the world they’re just label mates who worked on a song together.

Being under the same company made things easy. Moving in together 2 months later made things even easier. Yoongi’s enlistment however, made things harder.

For 21 months Hyeri lived alone waiting for Yoongi with the rest of the world. His few vacation times never seemed long enough and his discharge date seemed like it was centuries away.

Then he was back. And just like that those 21 months didn’t seem so bad after all. Things were as they had been before with all seven of them back together again.

Hyeri had begun taking more and more acting jobs so she was fairly busy, but always left a note and a snack for Yoongi when she’d leave before him. Other times she would give him a soft kiss when she’d come home late and find him already asleep. Yoongi always sent her a meal if she were home and he wasn’t. The nights he spent in his studio instead of home he would make up for with more gifts than necessary. Jewelry, stuffed animals, posters of himself, and the occasional pair of shoes despite him telling her he wouldn’t buy her shoes since she already has so many.

Once the group’s big post-military comeback had concluded, Yoongi felt truly happy. He was back with his brothers making music and seeing Army again, and he had his girlfriend by his side who he’s deeply in love with. All felt right in the world.

Yoongi had begun working on new music for the group’s upcoming full length album. He’s been in his studio much more instead of home, but it’s not too bad. Hyeri finished shooting her small parts in a drama she was cast in and had begun working on a couple of songs for the soundtrack. When she was done recording for the day, she would come by Yoongi’s studio and spend as much time there as she could since she knows he may not come home that night.

This day is like any other. Hyeri finished her final recording session and dropped by Yoongi’s studio with a dinner of his favorite cheat meal, noodles. They both sit on his couch eating, chatting, and cuddling a bit once they’ve cleared their bowls.

“I think this may have been my last recording session,” Hyeri says with her legs rested across Yoongi’s lap.

“So you’re really going to do it?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I know it’s going to suck and you’re going to hate it, but I just…” she pauses and looks up at his face. He may be expressionless, but she knows that’s just him trying to hide his disappointment.

“Hybe is more of a music company, you know that,” she continues. “I just really think I’ll have much better acting opportunities with JJS since they’re such a successful acting agency.”

JJS is one of the top entertainment agencies in the acting world. They house some of the best entertainers in the industry, from romance movie heartthrobs, variety show comedians who have become household names, and even action movie baddies. Hyeri had been looking into switching companies so that she can embark on her new career as a full time actress. She’s gotten a number of roles through Hybe already. Mostly a few commercials and a couple of small cameos in tv shows. For her, switching to JJS could mean finally getting her breakout opportunity to send her acting career soaring.

“I know we won’t get to see each other like this anymore,” she says. “But we’ll still see each other at home. Don’t be mad,” she pouts.

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi says caressing her leg. “I told you before I would support you no matter what you decide.”

“But you still don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. We’ll see each other at home, right?”

“We never see each other at home,” she pouts more.

“You just said…” he chuckles shaking his head and pulls her closer to him. “We’ll make it work. I want you to follow your dreams. Don’t hold yourself back because of me.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with it? Do you think it will make things hard?”

“Not as hard as me being away for 21 months,” he chuckles. “Trust me.”She nods and he gives her a reassuring kiss.

Hyeri goes back and forth on whether she’s making the right decision. Yoongi constantly tells her she is but she’s struggling to believe it. She spends less time in the company building since she’s not working on anything and will be leaving soon. That means she’s been home alone a lot. It’s nothing new to her, but she’s starting to realize how hard it may actually be. Especially when she starts working again.

Yoongi is the perfect support for her. He keeps her sane and assures her that he’ll stand by her no matter what she does or where she goes. Sure it will come with challenges, but he knows they can make it work.

Things start off fine. News of Hyeri signing with JJS was met with lots of support from her fans. She immediately landed a small supporting role in a movie and Yoongi couldn’t be happier for her.

Shooting on the movie began and that became the true test of their relationship. They rarely saw each other. When one of them would leave or come home, the other would be asleep. Yoongi would even spend less time in his studio so he could be home on the off chance that she gets there early. She never did and he would spend another night falling asleep alone.

It’s frustrating for them both to be so close yet so far from each other. Yoongi has completed the majority of his work on the songs for their new album. Even with endless recording and dance practices, he still can’t seem to find enough to do to keep his mind off of the empty space in his bed that smells like Hyeri.

They text when they can but it’s never enough. They miss each other and start to feel like they were able to talk to each other more when he was in the military. No matter how hard they try or how bad they want it, they can never seem to get their schedules to line up.

One day that finally changes. A month into Hyeri’s shoot, and about a month before Yoongi embarks on another BTS comeback era, they find an overlap in free time in their schedules. Yoongi had a gap in his schedule that gave him a bit of free time. He typically would spend that time in his studio. However, Hyeri had a last minute cancellation that gave her the rest of the evening off.

Yoongi only has an hour to see Hyeri so he rushes out and tells her to meet him at a nearby restaurant for dinner. He would rather see her at home so they can be in private, but the further he has to go, the less time that will leave him with Hyeri. He’s so desperate that he doesn’t want to lose a second.

Since time is limited and privacy is important, Yoongi chose a small snack food place that he and the members had been going to for many years. They always have a table in the back away from the public eye for them. It’s private enough and a quick meal.

Yoongi arrives at the restaurant first. He doesn’t have to wait long before Hyeri arrives, though to him it felt like hours. She looks around a moment then runs to give Yoongi a long kiss filled with so much pent up longing.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in years,” Hyeri says kissing him again.

“I missed you,” he says stealing one more kiss before she takes her seat across from him.

“I wish we had time but I’ll take this over nothing,” she says quickly scanning the menu. “There’s so much I want to tell you about the movie shoot! It’s been so much fun and everyone has been really cool. I really think I made the right choice. I just wish it didn’t keep me away from you so much.”

“I know, Bow,” he says, calling her by the shortened version of her stage name, Rainbow. “You’ll have more time once the shooting is done. Then even more time when you finish all the promos.”

“I know, baby, but aren’t you guys going on your world tour around the time I finish shooting? I know things haven’t been finalized yet, but we really wouldn’t have much time together before you’re off traveling the world.”

Yoongi knows she’s right and it breaks his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. Their server comes by to take their order before he can think of something to say to make her feel better.

After placing their order and sitting in silence a few moments, Yoongi reaches across the table and takes Hyeri’s small hands into his.

“I wish I could take you with me,” he says forcing a smile.

“I don’t know,” she chuckles trying to lighten the mood. “You might get sick of me then.”

“I won’t get sick of you,” he chuckles. “Even when you’re annoying, you’re still beautiful.”

“Are you trying to romance me, Mr. Min?” She jokes.

“I was only stating a fact,” he chuckles.

“Admit it, Yoon-gya, you like me,” she laughs calling him by the nickname that never fails to make him laugh.

When Hyeri first met Jin he was speaking so fast she could hardly understand him. When she heard him shout “Yoongi-ah” it sounded like “Yoon-gya” to her. After they began dating she asked Yoongi why Jin calls him “Yoon-gya”. Yoongi was confused at first, but once he realized what she was saying he never let it go. In return she calls him that whenever she’s messing with him.

“I love you,” he chuckles. “But still…you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, babe.” She shakes her head knowing he should know better. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to take more than an enlistment and a world tour to get rid of me.”

He gives her hands a light squeeze and flashes his gummy smile in happiness. Both of them are soaking up each other’s presence in this rare moment they have together. They continue talking about work and things they haven’t been able to tell through text. Their food arrives and they continue chatting as they eat.

That hour is much too short. It only felt like a few minutes to them, but they look and now it’s time for Yoongi to return to the office for his scheduled recording session. It’s hard for them to let each other go. They stand in front of the restaurant lingering a moment trying to find the courage to leave.

“I’ll try to stay up for you,” Hyeri says.

“Hopefully we can make it quick. I’ll come straight home once I’m done.” He reaches for her hand out of habit briefly forgetting that they’re out on the street. She doesn’t stop him though. She takes his hand for just a brief moment to feel his warmth a second longer, then let’s go.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she smiles. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he smiles.

They both head to their cars and go off their separate ways. They hate to leave after finally getting a moment of togetherness. That only gives Yoongi a much greater sense of urgency the rest of the evening.

When he returns to the studio it’s clear to everyone he’s trying to get things done quickly. He has no time for small talk or getting off track with mindless conversations. The sooner this is done the better.

“Hyung,” Jimin says exiting the recording booth. “Take it easy. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“She’s waiting for me,” Yoongi says with no further explanation.

“Ah,” Jimin nods. He knows exactly what Yoongi means. He knows what Hyeri means to Yoongi so he doesn’t need any further explanation. “Get in there and finish up then.”

Before Yoongi, Jimin is the last one to finish recording. Now that he’s done he switches places with Yoongi to help things move along faster. Jimin doesn’t mind staying a bit later so Yoongi can get home. It takes a little longer than Yoongi would like, but he finally finishes and rushes off to go home without giving Jimin a second look. Jimin follows him out and simply laughs to himself at how flustered his hyung is. He knows Yoongi is in deep.

Yoongi returns home at 1am hoping Hyeri is still awake. When he steps inside all of the lights are off and he fears he may be too late. That is, until he reaches the bedroom and he can hear the shower running.

Hyeri had just gotten in the shower after finishing a late meal. She was fighting her sleep in hopes that Yoongi would be home soon. She decided to hop in the shower in an attempt to stay awake just a little longer.

She leans her head back and closes her eyes as the water runs through her hair and down her back. The warm water is relaxing so she stands there not moving for a few moments. She takes a deep breath and just then she can feel a hand on her waist.

She opens her eyes to see Yoongi entering the shower and pulling her close to his bare body. She isn’t sure how he managed to get home and get undressed without her hearing a thing, but it doesn’t matter. She instantly wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re still awake,” Yoongi says in a low tone. “I feel like I haven’t gotten to hold you in way too long.”

“I know,” she says kissing him again. “I never knew I could miss you so much when we live together.”

He feels the same but rather than saying so, he pulls her in tighter for a heavier kiss. His hands trace every wet part of her body until he reaches between her legs and softly teases her clit. He lives for the breathy moan she lets out at the feeling of him. The sound he’s missed, the feel he’s missed, the taste he’s missed. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

He continues kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and swallowing every sound of hers until he presses her back against the shower wall. His level of arousal is almost unbearable in this moment. So many missed connections and lonely nights are overflowing and poking her pelvis in the process.

“I love you so much, Bow,” he growls lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispers anticipating his entry that is much desired.

He presses her into the wall harder and takes his tongue on a tour of her neck and chest until he reaches her tits. He loves to see her like this. Melting in his arms and breathing heavily for what he’s about to give her.

He fills her up slowly sending waves of heat through her body until he can’t go any further. He pauses in place and stares her down. He could die in her big brown eyes that are staring up at him with lustful anticipation.

He starts slowly. Easing in and out of her delicately as if she were made of porcelain. In his mind she is. Right now, she’s his beautiful porcelain doll that he’ll never break.

“You feel so good,” he whispers taking her lips again.

She tightens her hold around his neck and arches her back pressing her chest into him more. It’s her silent way of telling him she wants it faster and harder. She wants his love to break her.

He takes the hint and picks up speed while pressing her harder against the shower wall. Her unsteady breaths fuel his powerful strokes more and more. Her moans sing a song that he’ll never get tired of. He can feel that overwhelming pressure within him getting closer to exploding out of every part of him.

The way her nails dig into the back of his neck lets him know she’s just about to lose it. He’s just about to lose it. Her pussy tightens around him sucking his oxygen out.

He growls at her, becoming more relentless and desperate with each stroke.

“I love you so fucking much,” she pants.

The rhythm of his hips sends her over the moon. Her nails dig deeper into his skin as she searches for some bit of stability. He lets out a deep purr when his muscles start to tense and his vision begins to fade.

“I love you,” she repeats kissing his neck. She continues to hang on to him until his hips slow to a stop and his purrs decrease to heavy breaths.

“I love you too, Hyeri,” he says once he has his voice back.

He slides out of her and kisses her softly. She lowers her leg from around his waist and smiles up at him.

“I don’t think I’ll have trouble falling asleep tonight,” she says.

“Good,” he says nipping at her bottom lip. “You only have about three hours before you have to leave.”

“Perfect,” she sarcastically huffs dreading her very early call time that she could have been well rested for had she not stayed up waiting for Yoongi. “I guess I should get to bed then.”

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Chapter 21: Exuent, Pursued by a Bear? - Okatsu’s reunion with her brother and Sasuke is postponed as they all prepare their attacks on Iekane’s army. Mitsunari heads out on a dangerous mission.

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

Personal comments: I am no longer able to continue researching military theory, as events have conspired to throw us all into the middle of a military operation. Assets: One scout/archer; one Princess/archer; one ninja of self-described ‘moderately awesome’ abilities; one healer; and one small boy. Assets promised, not yet acquired: twenty vassals; a dozen servants; an unknown number of women archers.

Missing asset: Lord Mitsuhide.

Opposition: Upwards of three hundred men – some of whom may be paid mercenaries.

Mission: Prevent above three hundred men from overrunning Genba castle and killing Lord Nobunaga.

Keep Okatsu alive.

Kissing Okatsu should not be on this list, as it is no longer a priority.

Kiss Okatsu.

Was I still asleep and dreaming? Was I dreaming that both Sasuke and Toshiie were here? No, because right before my brother yanked me into a hug too tight to be a dream, I saw Sasuke and Mitsunari standing behind him.

Toshiie’s hands were strong on my back, and he babbled nearly incoherently. "Katsuko. Oh God, I'm sorry. They told me you were dead. I swear, I never would have stopped looking if I'd known. I never would have gone back. I’m sorry. I should have protected you."

Dead? Me? I mean, even when I was locked in the crate, I hadn’t reached the point of ‘mostly-dead.’

His words didn't make sense, but did it matter right now? His hair was shorter, he looked a little thinner, there were new lines in his face, he wore a different pair of glasses ... but it was Toshiie "Sh. It’s ok. You found me... or did Sasuke find you?" Where had he been all these years? How had Sasuke found him?

I double checked to make sure that Mitsunari was out of earshot. Ok, he and Sasuke had politely withdrawn to give Toshiie and I privacy for our reunion. Further beyond them, Hikosane and Shohime were busy -- were they making ground spikes? In any case they were all far enough away to not overhear Toshie and my conversation.

"Actually, I found Sasuke in modern Kyoto. Katsuko, I was only in this era for a few months. The same wormhole that brought us here, sent me back to modern Japan almost seven years ago." He put his head in his hands. “I thought you were dead. The bandits said you were eaten by a bear."

"A bear? What?" I clapped my hand over my mouth to prevent laughing in his face. But seriously. I had encountered one or two bears in my time here and they never showed any interest in eating me. If Toshiie had spent more time here, he would know the bears were shy of people, "Never mind. Go on, I always thought you were on a ship of some kind. Guess that was as wrong as the bear."

“That’s right. I was on a ship. We'd been at sea about six weeks," he made a face (Toshiie always had had terrible motion sickness), "when we sailed into a storm. And I could tell it was the same kind of storm that brought us here. That fog bank moved right off the port side, and while they were all dealing with the storm, I dove right into it."

"Wow. That was…" Stupid. He could have drowned. "Brave."

"The next thing I knew, I was back at Togakushi, alone, in the middle of winter. I was messed up for a while.” He paused and looked down at the ground. In my family, the three of us had never used words like “depressed” or “anxious.” Even though psychology courses were required for his studies, Toshiie had nearly always avoided talking about mental health with me (well, until the day that we’d ended up sucked into the wormhole). So for him to even use ‘messed up?’ Things had been bad for him. “Anyway, eventually, I pulled myself together and went back to school." He lifted up a medical bag that looked far too anachronistic to my eyes.

"Look at you. Are you a doctor now?" It was hard to take in. While I'd had a life here, Toshiie had - eventually - picked up where he left off. It felt jarring, like we were two pieces of a puzzle that looked like they would fit but didn't.

"Not yet. Close. I have another year of residency." He glanced at Sasuke. "A couple weeks ago, I saw an announcement for a lecture about time travel. Since I've never had anyone to talk to about it, I went, and that’s where I met Sasuke. After he was done talking, I followed him out of the lecture hall, and said, you're not going to believe this, but what you described happened to me. We went out for a drink, and I told him everything.”

Sasuke and Mitsunari had made their way over in time to hear the last bit of Toshiie’s story. "And I told him, I do believe you... and I know your sister. She's not dead. I had already been making plans to return to-" He sideeyed Mitsunari. "To this part of the county."

"To this era. You may say that. I am aware Okatsu is a time traveler." Mitsunari spoke as casually as if he were offering tea.

He knows?

I must have looked stunned, for Mitsunari patted my arm before continuing. "I was already aware that Mai is from the future as she mentioned it on the day she arrived, and after observing her actions for a few days, I concluded she had not been lying. As you once noted you are from the same place as Mai, the logical conclusion was that you are also from the future. Since you did not mention it to me, I presumed you did not wish to discuss it." The words were mild, but his tone sounded hurt.

"I never mention it to anyone. Even Aki, who I've worked for for many years, doesn't know." Then because I wanted to give Mitsunari something of myself, a truth he could hold onto, I added, "My name actually is Katsuko. Mitsuhide changed it when he made me a princess." I put the word ‘princess’ in air quotes, although probably he wouldn’t understand the gesture.

That dazzling smile came out. "Katsuko." It sounded like he was tasting the name on his tongue. “Katsuko,” he repeated, and coming from his mouth it sounded like a song. "It is a pretty name. It suits you." Then he sighed. “I am terrible at remembering names though. I apologize in advance if I forget and call you Okatsu.”

For the sake of our charade, he likely should continue to call me Okatsu anyway, but it was nice to know that I was no longer lying to him about one thing.

Toshiie gave him a ‘back-off dude,’ big brother type look, then picked up the story. "Sasuke has a friend who is very ill, so he asked if I would also come along to-”

"- Where I work," Sasuke jumped in very quickly. Yeah, it wouldn’t be a good idea to advertise to an Oda that you worked for-.

"I'm also aware you work for Uesugi Kenshin. Do not censor yourself on my account." Mitsunari calmly sat with his hands resting on his knees as if he was doing nothing more than discussing the best brand of tea, instead of chatting with an enemy.

"Er. Alright then." Sasuke pushed glasses further up nose. "In any case, as Toshiie and I came through a wormhole at Honno-ji, it was simple enough to detour to Genba, but Mitsunari has briefed me on your current situation, and clearly it's not that simple."

"You'll help us though." It wasn't question. I knew he would do that for Mai. And I suppose given that he also was aware of Japan's future, it was vital that unification happened.

Sasuke nodded. "Mitsunari has been discussing strategy with me." He began pulling all manner of ninja tools out of his pack. "I understand we'd be practicing guerilla tactics to carry out attacks on the enemy until reinforcements arrive."

Finally, Mitsunari looked confused. "Gorillas... we need monkeys?"

"Um... it's just another word for Ewok." I didn’t know why it was called guerilla. I’d probably skipped school that day.

"Ewoks!" Sasuke looked at me. "If I had known you were also a time traveler earlier. I imagine we would have had some fascinating conversations."

Now it was Mitsunari's turn for that 'back off' look, and he directed it at Sasuke. However, he continued in a pleasant tone of voice. "Now is not the time for that. Okatsu, Katsuko.” He sighed. "As I said. I am not very good at remembering names.”

"Might as well leave it at Okatsu so as not to confuse anyone." We really didn’t have time to keep explaining a name change to Hikosan, Shohime and the Kanamori vassals.

Susumu had rounded up thirty-five vassals and servants, an additional six women archers, and all the spare weapons and ammunition he could find. Once everyone had gathered in our camp, Mitsunari outlined his plans. "I intend to split us in three groups." Susumu, you and I will take the largest force and to capture as many of their supplies as possible." He used a stick to draw out the military formations in the dirt. "We’ll isolate and outflank the supply chain here."

"Okatsu, you are to lead the archers, with Shohime and Hikosane to the top of the northermost signal tower. There you are to defend our rear guard and the-” he nodded at Toshiie, "medical facility for the injured."

“Hang on! I’m not part of this fight. I came back for my sister and nothing else. Sasuke promised he could get us home.” Toshiie tugged on my arm. “I couldn’t help you before, but I’m here now.”

This… was not the brother I remembered. What had happened to him? And while on an intellectual level, I knew that Toshiie hadn’t undergone the seven years of survival training I’d been through, but even without that, did he really think I’d abandon my friends now? “If you really want to help, then listen to Mitsunari.”

Toshiie turned to Mitsunari… and said, “Look, I didn’t go through all this just to watch my sister get killed. She’s impulsive. She’s unreliable. She’s-”

“Standing right next to you.” I elbowed him in the ribs. “I can speak for myself, and I’m not going anywhere until this is over.” One way or another.

With a calming hand, Sasuke patted Toshiie on the back. “I will get you and your sister home, but we can’t leave until Nobunaga is safe, or there may not be a home to return to.” Given all these witnesses, Sasuke couldn’t bring up quantum theory and temporal paradox, but the unspoken message was clear.

Although he clearly didn’t like it, Toshiie grudgingly accepted Sasuke’s statement. “Fine. As long as I’m stuck here, I will provide medical care to my best ability. Under these conditions.” That last part was muttered under his breath.

Calmly, as if Toshiie hadn’t been possessed by the spirit of Debbie Downer, Mitsunari continued his instructions. "Sasuke believes he can find a way into Genba castle and potentially sneak Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Mai… and Mozumi out. But if he cannot, he will at least be able to return with valuable information about guards and troop movement.”

His expression serious (although his expression always was serious), Sasuke saluted him and nodded.

"Based on how much Susumu’s forces can obtain or destroy, and what Sasuke learns," Mitsunari continued, "We will refine and move on to phase two of the plan."

All that was great and all... but I was a bit... peeved... that I was going to be stuck on top of a tower. Not that I would say anything to Mitsunari in front of anyone else (unlike my brother I understood the military chain of command… and unlike my brother I also had manners). Instead, I waited until everyone dispersed and Mitsunari finished relaying instructions to Sasuke, before approaching. "Lord Mitsunari." I bowed.

"Okatsu there's no need for formality.” Then he looked at me for a moment before frowning. "You... are upset?"

"Are you trying to protect me by putting me in beacon tower?" I thought I had proved my worth by now.

"I see. No. That isn't it. I want archers on top of that tower, and you are the best archer I know." Then, even though no one was looking, he took my hands in his. Instantly at his touch, I felt calmer. Mitsunari always could soothe the noise in my head. "I was treating you as a warrior and placing you where you are needed."

"Oh. Alright then. Thank-you." I paused, then withdrew my hands from his, feeling the cold as I did so.

The beacon towers were part of a network of towers that Takeda Shingen had built all through the territory when it was his. Since the primary function was to send smoke signals from tower to tower, the structures were crude, mostly open to the elements, wider on the ground floor, and tapering upward to the beacon level. The one we planned to use had been abandoned for months, although to be certain, we had one of Susumu's men with us (the Redshirt), to check things out.

On the ground level, Toshiie set up the ‘medical tent,’ in one corner, grumbling all the while about medieval medicine.

"I realize you’re being sarcastic, but this literally is medieval Japan," I reminded him, as Shohime, our girl-power archery corps, and I prepared to climb onto the higher level to set up the defenses. "You don't hear me grumbling about the lack of binoculars, do you?"

Toshiro reached into his pack and handed me a set of binoculars.

"Wow. Really?" Not taking a gift anachronism in the mouth, but… "Does Sasuke know you brought those?"

Tosh shrugged. "We weren't planning to be here that long. Just get you, help his friend, and hop the next wormhole out of here." He kicked at the dirt and leaves that littered the ground since the tower’s sides were partially open to the elements.

"Too bad you couldn't sneak a handheld vacuum huh?" I broke off a branch of a nearby tree, then flipped it leaf side down. "Here, Macguver this into a broom."

Tosh rolled his eyes (and to think I missed his sarcasm?) but grabbed the branch and got to work.

I joined the others on top of the tower, they were milling around and it took me a moment to realize that they were waiting for me to tell them what to do. Mitsunari had effectively made me commander of this team. I looked them over.

Though a couple women were around my age, there was one who had to be at least a grandmother, if not a great grandmother. Shohime went right over to the woman and hugged her. The woman whispered something in her ear, and Shohime laughed before turning to me. “Lady Okatsu, this is Ushi. She used to work in Genba castle and she taught me everything I know about archery.”

Well, that was good information that I hoped I’d know what to do with. I'd never been in charge before. It looked like I would need to rely on Shohime, whose transformation from airhead to semi-capable warrior had left my head spinning.

Alright. Speech time. Hopefully I would not suddenly develop stage fright. "If our luck holds, and of course we can't count on luck, we can remain undetected until Susumu and Mitsunari launch their raid. But as I said we can't count on luck. We'll start with four people, one keeping watch over each direction.” The top of the tower was only about four square meters, narrowing from the larger room below, so even though we all faced different directions, we would be able help to each other.

“Four up here watching. Two asleep. Two guarding and helping medical. We'll rotate in shifts every quarter watch." Given Shohime’s recommendation, I put Ushi in charge of the other shift, then sent them back to the main floor, telling them to determine for themselves who would sleep first. And… feeling like I ought to add some kind of inspiring words to fire them up, I said, “And… um, clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.”

After the other shift retreated to the base of the tower, all was quiet. I sneakily used the binoculars to see if I could get a sense of what was happening at the castle, but these glasses had been meant for bird watching, and I couldn't see close enough for details.

"Shohime, how long have you been pretending to be..." I bit back the word 'stupid,' as I didn't want to insult her.

She understood what I meant. "Since I was eight. I saw Lady Yone about to smother Hikosane with a cushion! He was just a baby! I interrupted her and asked her to help with a dance I had been learning. It was easier protect Hikosane if she thought I was an idiot."

"I take it Lady Yone was pregnant with one of your sisters at the time?" Though Japan didn’t really follow the western tradition of primogeniture, Genba Castle's domain was on the small and poor side, especially before the silver mines had been discovered. Yone would not have wanted an unborn son to divide his inheritance with Hikosane.

"Yes." Shohine's shoulders slumped. "She steps up the efforts every time she is pregnant. Although this-" she gestured vaguely around the forest. "Was not something. I expected."

"I imagine Iekane helped her come up with this.... or maybe they found each other." I didn't want to discount the intelligence of another woman, especially, after misjudging Shohime. "Are your feelings for Mitsunari part of whatever it was you were doing to protect Hikosane?"

If she was sincere in her feelings, then maybe after this was over, after I went home, she and Mitsunari would get together after all. She'd shown herself to be resourceful and smart, although clearly she needed more education to be able to take advantage of that raw intelligence.

"How could anyone not love Mitsunari?" Shohime had a fond smile on her face. "He's smart and sweet and beautiful."

True, he was all of that and more. He would be very easy to love…

…if I weren’t catching the next wormhole out of town.

I must have looked upset or something, because Shohime leaned over and touched my arm. "But don’t worry Okatsu. No matter how I feel about him, it's obvious that the two of you are perfect for one another. Please don't worry that I will try to come between you."

At the moment, I was more worried about Mitsunari getting back from his mission with Susumu. They’d been gone a while… too long? I hadn’t been paying enough attention to the position of the sun to estimate how much time had passed. Something rustled in the trees below, and I took a moment to track and find it through the binoculars. It was just a rabbit. A regular rabbit, I presumed, and not a monster out of the imagination of Monty Python. “What about the poisoned tea? Lord Mitsuhide said you could have killed us all."

"I was afraid that Lady Yone was having me watched… that page that always follows me came to the castle in her entourage.” Oh. Huh. I had wondered why she hadn’t brought that seemingly loyal page with her when she ‘ran away.’ “So, I had to at least pick the flowers. But if the stable – er, Lord Aketchi had not already stopped me, I would have switched it out before I gave it to you - or to us, since I believe I was the intended victim. She wants Iekane to herself."

"Ugh. She can have him." I was years away from the naïve girl who had once found Iekane’s smile attractive.

"With a ribbon.'' Shohime and I smiled in a moment of simpatico. "Lord Aketchi said what I ended up giving you truly was a love potion. I suppose it was simply something like water?"

I shrugged. "With Mitsuhide, anything is possible. He might have truly handed you a temporary love potion because it amused him to do so."

"Interesting. Lord Aketchi sounds like a fascinating man. I imagine I could learn a great deal from him." There was a look on her face that made me suspect she might be willing to see him as a romantic prospect, but all jokes aside, I thought the age difference between the two was too great. Besides, I did not want anyone to get in the way of the great enemies-to-lovers romance that was Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi.

Any further conversation in this vein was interrupted by the sound of footsteps on the ladder, as Toshiie and Hikosane climbed onto the observation platform.

"It's as clean as it is going to get,'' Toshiie dusted his hands on his hakima. "Though in an ideal world we won't have any wounded anyway."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, there was a muffled sound of gunshots, carried through the clear afternoon air.

Oh God. Mitsunari. That’s where he was. What if he’d been shot?

The gunshots were followed by a-

BOOM.

-that rattled the tower in its intensity.

My breath caught in my lungs as a plume of smoke rose over the trees above a dark orange glow.

BOOM.

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