#WE THOUGHT IT WAS COOKIES!!! PLACE IS CALLED THE COOKIE JAR!

[alukaforyou]

Those tags were a rollercoaster of WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Hope your sister’s pussy steaming ends well??

NOOOO IT WAS SOMEONE ELSE IN OHIO TRYING TO USE MY SIS'S CARD INFO TO STEAM THEIR BUSSY WJENWJJSWKKSAMKAKSJKA 😭😭😭😭😭😭

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The art of pleasure ch. 4

Charm ° Hwang Hyunjin

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, smut 18+ ONLY WC: 1.8k+

Warnings: fraternity skz. inexperienced reader, experienced hyunjin, unprotected sex, clit play, creampie, hyunjin likes hairy pussy, first time, virginity loss

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A week after your little encounter with Changbin, you were still thinking about him. His charm was unmatched, no man had ever treated you and made you feel like a woman as much as Changbin. The way his body had reacted to you, to your touch, to your mouth, had made you feel like the most powerful person in the world. His soft loving eyes had made you feel safe and appreciated.

Everyday your fingers hovered over his contact, you yearned to call him, to hear his voice, feel his hands in your hair and his mouth on yours. You had never wanted a second date so badly in your entire life.

Unknown number:

Good Morning, it’s Hyunjinnie<3

I’d like to take you out this weekend if you’re free <3

The hearts made you smile, Hyunjin was as much a lover boy as Chan had said. A frown quickly subsided, you could not keep thinking about Changbin while being with another guy, it wouldn’t have been fair to him. And frankly speaking, you were hellbent on enjoying to the fullest this new date; Hyunjin was gorgeous and famously picky with his hookups, being chosen almost felt like an honor and you wanted the opportunity to brag about it.

The number you called was so familiar that it was engraved in your memory and even under hypnosis you wouldn’t have been able to forget it.

“Hello??”

“Channie, I need your help!”

“What-what is going on, baby?” Chan has never sounded that out of breath in his entire life.

“Baby? Are you talking to a girl? Do you have a girlfriend?” a muffled female voice resounded on the other side of the phone. Chan tsked, you had never heard him do that, with you he was nothing but extremely polite. 

“You can go, I’ll call you.” If your phone hadn’t displayed Chan’s contact name, you would’ve thought you had  called the wrong number. A chill ran down your spine at his icy cold tone. Maybe the stories about him being a fuckboy were true after all…

“Chan? Were you with a girl?”

“Don’t worry about it baby,” he mumbled into the phone. He sounded like a child caught with his hands in the cookie jar, he knew what you were thinking and he was embarrassed that you had to witness that side of him.

“Don’t worry? Were you fucking Chan?” The conversation was getting more and more absurd with each passing second and the tension and embarrassment was palpable even if you were in two different places.

“Yes?”

“Why the hell would you answer your phone, then?”

“Baby please, don’t push it! Just tell me what you need,” he whined. You could picture his face in your head with accuracy, lower lip slightly pushed out and sparkly round eyes.

“Alright,” you sighed, you could never resist him when he got like that, “I have a problem with our lessons, are you free to talk?”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy these days, baby. Can we hang out this weekend?”

“I have a lesson with Hyunjin this weekend, Channie.”

“That’s perfect! I’ll see you saturday!” 

He hung up without even waiting for your answer. Damn fuckboy.

Laying on Chan’s bed felt weird and gross after the call from a couple of days earlier, even worse knowing that your friend might have finished what he had started.

“What’s with the face?” his voice soft and muffled by the skin of your neck against which Chan’s face was smushed.

“Just wondering if I’m laying down on crusted jizz,” you teased, half serious half joking.

“Baby!” he whined again, his feet kicked lightly against your legs.

“Alright, alright, you big baby, now stop kicking me!”

“What did you want to talk about anyway?” Chan cuddled even more into you and started nosing at the spot behind your ear. Suddenly the room was starting to feel hot.

“I can’t stop thinking about Changbin, the way he made me feel…I’ve never felt that way before.”

Chan scoffed and suddenly detached himself from you. The atmosphere in the room shifted in a matter of seconds, from warm and friendly to icy. 

“You can always go on a date with Changbin after the lessons, focus on what’s in front of you, not behind.” Even if he was irked, his advice was always on point.

“And you’re worried about Hyunjin right?”

“Yes, it wouldn’t be right to him..” your best friend’s attitude had completely changed and suddenly you felt judged. Chan sighed.

“Thank you Channie, are you sure you’re ok-”

The sudden slam of the door against the wall made you and your friend jump in your spots.

“Hyung, how do I look? Good enough for Y/N?”

Hyunjin stood at the door in all of his glory; he wore baggy black pants, a tank top and a red cardigan. He looked delectable.

“Y/N, I was about to come get you,” his smile was the brightest you had ever seen and made him even prettier if that was even possible. You got up quickly.

“You should go,” Chan wasn’t even looking at you as he bid you goodbye. You were conflicted, leaving would mean things would stay weird with Chan but you were starting to feel quite horny and your vagina was starting to do the thinking instead of your brain.

Your indecisiveness and the weird atmosphere in the room were broken when Hyunjin took your hand and gently dragged you outside of the room.

“Bye Channie,” you whispered.

Hyunjin’s car was clean and tidy, it perfectly embodied his lover boy persona. He drove steady, with confidence; his right hand delicately caressed your thigh over your skirt, he didn’t make any move to raise the hem of your clothing to touch the rest of you. You were getting impatient, you wanted his hands on you. Wetness seeped into the cotton of your panties; he was so hot and riling you up so effortlessly that you almost hated him…almost. 

Suddenly his index finger ventured past the fabric of your skirt and came in contact with your skin. An electric feeling spread from his touch through your entire body, your pussy pulsed in response. God you were so pathetic and so wet. 

Right when you were debating whether to jump him or not, the car came to a stop.

“We’re here, pretty,” Hyunjin murmured softly as not to break the sacred silence that was in the car. 

The view in front of you was breathtaking. The lights of the town shone under you forming tiny little dots on the ground. Above the night sky presented itself in all of its glory, you had never seen so many stars in your entire life.

“What do you think? Do you like it?” Hyunjin was behind you, his hand ghosted over your waist.

“I love it, it’s really pretty.”

“You’re really pretty,” his breath fanned against your neck, his whole front was pressed against your body and you could feel every single part of him.

“Hyunjin, please touch me, I can’t wait anymore,” you whined. In a heartbeat Hyunjin spun you around, like he was waiting for your words, and his lips were on yours. The kisses were soft, slow and passionate, his hands were confident in their ministrations as they moved across your body. Hyunjin was an exceptional kisser, the best one so far and you were happy you decided to stop thinking about Changbin and just enjoy the moment. 

So immersed in the feeling of his soft lips you didn’t notice his hand sneaking under your skirt and inside your panties. The rhythmic movement of his fingers on your clit elicited a gasp from you, Hyunjin smiled.

“You don’t shave?” the boy moaned. You froze in your spot, Minho hadn’t minded so you thought Hyunjin wouldn’t either.

“God, baby, that’s so hot, I need to have you,” your lover moaned out before you could answer. It was one of the most sensual sounds you had ever heard.

Your kisses got deeper and more sensual, the more the tension rose the more Hyunjin slowed down until all of his movements became languid and intense. His hand in your panties stroked your sensitive bud gently, giving you enough stimulation to curl your toes but not enough to make you cum.

“Lay down, pretty,” Hyunjin gently pushed you back towards the blanket he laid down while you were admiring the view and you complied, tonight you had no desire to disobey him. Above you, he shook off his cardigan showing off his toned arms and then slowly pulled down his pants and boxers. He smirked, he was giving you a show. His cock sprung free from the confinement of his underwear and slapped against his stomach, he was long and veiny. You wanted him in your mouth but maybe another time.

“Are you feeling okay?” the boy laid down on you, your bodies pressed together, his cock against your clothed pussy.

“I'm gonna die if I don't feel you inside me, Hyunjin.” He chuckled at your impatience, but his fingers hooked under the waistband of your panties and he dragged them down quickly. He was as affected and impatient as you.

“Are you ready?” The tip of his cock prodded against your entrance and, after your nod of approval, breeched you. It was a weird sensation, an intrusion that wasn't purely unwelcomed, but Hyunjin soothed the discomfort immediately by pressing his thumb against your throbbing clit making you keen out loud. 

“God, you're so warm,” he grunted against your neck. His strokes were slow and powerful, he was sensual even when fucking with no feeling attached. The tip of his cock hit a spot deep within you that made you see stars and bite down on your lip with every stroke.

“Are you close, beautiful? I can't last long, you're too warm and wet,” he moaned and panted inside your ear. His thumb sped up the circles on your swollen clit and you cried out in pleasure. This was only your first time but you were already hooked on this feeling, or maybe Hyunjin just knew what he was doing.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please.”

His thrusts became harsher and harsher, your tits bounced everytime his pelvis came in contact with your ass and thighs. Moans and pants came out of his lips, he wasn't scared to be vocal and you loved it. A long, strangled whimper sounded in your ear and suddenly hot spurts of cum spilled inside you. The feeling of his release was the last thing that took you to get over the edge. Your body shook in pleasure and your thighs tightened around Hyujin’s waist.

You figured you almost passed out because when you came to, Hyunjin was laying on his back and you on top of him, your thighs still locked around him.

“Was it good enough for a first time?” His hand lightly scratched your scalp.

“It was great, thank you Hyunjin.”

A comfortable silence fell between you, the only thing that could be heard was yours and Hyunjins breathing and heartbeats.

“I'd like to paint you next time, you have a really pretty pussy.” You poked his side and he giggled.

“You haven't seen it.”

“But I felt it. Will you let me?”

“Maybe next time.”

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[gaylordscooter]

Nightmare('s) Blunt Rotation

He almost laughed when Nightmare handed it to them, but then he realized that this was their torture for the day.

“a blunt?” Horror questioned.

“Weed, cannabis, marijuana, whatever you want to call it.”

“and you're giving this to us because?” He narrowed his eye sockets.

Killer snatched the blunt from over Horror’s shoulder. “yoink!” He examined it, smile curling up as he realized it was real.

Nightmare’s eyes flicked from Killer to Horror. “You are to share it—equally amongst yourselves. Decide who’s room you all want to stay in. I will not let you leave it until tomorrow.”

“you're trapping us all in the same room and expecting us to smoke weed?” Horror surmised.

Killer let out an exaggerated gasp, “like a sleepover?”

“oh hell no.”

“If that's what you want to call it, sure. A ‘sleepover’,” Nightmare confirmed. “Now if you excuse me, I have to hunt Dust down.”

Nightmare sunk into the ground as if he entered the shadows.

Killer diverted his attention to the blunt in his hands. “we don't have a lighter…you think a gaster blaster can light it?”

“i think you should try that while it's in your mouth,” Horror grumbled.

“great idea, buddy!” He patted Horror on the back, earning him a violent glare.

Dust was hiding somewhere in the castle. Nightmare could feel his presence. It was annoying that he had to seek him out, but the thrill of the hunt was almost worth it.

He was in the great hall, lying flat underneath one of the long tables.

Once Nightmare spotted him, he tried to teleport away, but he was able to grab him with a tentacle before he could. He dragged him closer by the leg with a sly smirk.

“Hiding is futile, Dust,” he reminded.

His mismatched eyelights stared at him, unamused.

“Oh, don't complain. I’m letting you three relax for the day, even though yesterday was supposed to be a calm day, yet Killer skewed things off course. Aren't I nice?” he asked. He picked Dust up and made his way over to the halls where Killer and Horror were in. He plopped Dust down on the floor in front of the two. His face contorted into confusion as he realized Killer had a gaster blaster aimed right at his own face. “What are you doing.” It didn't even come out as a question, because not a single answer could explain the display.

The blaster disappeared and Killer gave him a look of a child being caught with a hand in the cookie jar. “you didn't give us a lighter,” he said with his teeth still holding the blunt. He pointed at Horror with his thumb. “he gave me the idea.”

“he’s lying.”

“nuhuh! you told me to light it while it's in my mouth,” Killer retorted.

“it was a joke and you were the one who thought about using a blaster to light it in the first place,” he said through gritted teeth.

“oh so you tricked me!”

“i didn't trick you, you're just stupid!”

“at least my skull’s still intact, humpty dumpty!”

Horror lunged for Killer and the two ended up squabbling on the floor like two rats fighting over poisoned cheese.

Nightmare looked down at Dust as the two bickered. “Have fun.” He dropped a lighter next to Dust and disappeared into the ground.

Dust grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket before he stood up. He grabbed the two’s souls with a ping and wrenched them apart, practically launching them as he did so.

“fuck, dude, what the hell?!” Killer groaned as he recovered from the toss.

Dust walked over to him and extended a hand out to him.

“aw, you helping me up now?” Killer reached for his hand, but Dust smacked it away and snatched the blunt from his mouth.

He took out the lighter, put the blunt in his mouth and lit it. He proceeded to take a long hit from it.

Horror was almost impressed by his boldness, if he didn't see his desperation.

“hey! nightmare said to share it! and we gotta choose someone’s room to stay in,” Killer pointed out. He hopped up to his feet.

Dust blew the smoke in Killer’s face and turned to walk towards his room.

Killer walked ahead of him. “your room it is, then.” He opened the door and gestured for Dust to go ahead, “ladies first.”

Dust threw his fist at him, but halted right before he made contact, making Killer flinch. His shoulders rose and fell as he laughed silently and went inside while taking another hit.

“must be hitting him quick if he’s already joking around,” Horror said as he entered the room as well.

“pun intended?” Killer asked as stepped inside and closed the door.

“what do you take me for?” Horror quirked a brow bone.

“dust, stop hogging it.” Killer extended his hand out and motioned for Dust to give it to him.

Begrudgingly, Dust handed it over.

Killer giggled like a gossiping high schooler before taking a drag.

Dust chuckled.

Killer gave him a look, blowing the smoke out. “what? something funny ‘bout the way i smoke?”

“have you ever smoked weed before, killer?” Horror asked. Motioning for the blunt.

Killer slapped it into his hand. “‘course i have!”

“you gotta let the smoke get to your lungs—metaphorical lungs. you sipped on that shit like a straw, it's not a cigar.” Horror pressed the blunt to his mouth and inhaled deeply. He exhaled a couple of seconds later and passed it to Dust.

Dust made his way to his bed before taking another hit and laid down.

Killer tried to sit down near him but was kicked off and passed the blunt. “asshole,” he chided. He settled for sitting down on the carpet and leaning on the bed frame.

Horror sat down as well, leaning back against the door. “yeesh, it's strong,” he muttered. He wondered where the hell Nightmare got something like that.

Killer hesitated this time before taking a hit, taking Horror’s advice in mind. He immediately started coughing.

Dust chuckled at him.

“fuck—” he coughed some more, “you.”

Horror snorted in amusement as Killer's coughing finally died down but Dust’s laughter continued.

“ok, i’ve never smoked weed before,” he admitted. “but i have taken edibles!” he added with a bit too much pride.

“damn, we got an adult over here,” Horror joked.

“fuck off…” Killer crossed his arms.

“you get any in your system or did you cough it all out before you could?”

“i said fuck off!” He turned his head to Dust. “and stop laughing!”

“you two go ahead n keep smoking, ‘m good for now.” He leaned his head back, pressing it against the door. He was already pleasantly buzzed, taking another hit might be going overboard. Dust already took three. They had the same body so he doubted they had different tolerances.

“aw, tapping out now?” Killer teased. “i’m feeling fine after two.”

“that's cause you didn't smoke it properly.”

Dust hastily grabbed it out of Killer’s hands.

“yeesh, ok, junkie,” Killer mumbled. As he waited for Dust to hand it back, he got an idea. “hey, this is like a sleepover, right?”

“no.”

“we should play some games. y’know, to pass the time.”

“i say we skip right to the ‘sleep’ part,” Horror said, already closing his eye sockets.

Killer took a hit, inhaling slower and less this time. He managed to exhale without coughing, but he did clear his throat. “c’mon, bud, when's the next time we'll get to do this? just hanging out and chillin’.”

Horror sighed and opened his eye sockets. “truth or dare?” he asked.

“that's more like it! hmm…dare!” He handed the blunt to the impatient Dust behind him.

Horror took a second to formulate one. “next hit you take, hold it for five seconds.”

“you just want me to cough again!” he accused.

He winked, “what? you gonna chicken out?”

“hell no!” He motioned for Dust to hand it over. The hooded skeleton sluggishly handed it over. He took a deep breath in and out before bringing it to his mouth.

“gotta prepare?”

“shut,” he snapped. He inhaled deeply and held it.

Horror counted for him, “five. four. three. two…are you crying dude?”

He breathed out harshly, choking out a “one.” He coughed, once, and willed himself to stop there. “ok,” he composed himself, “truth or dare?”

“truth,” Horror answered.

He cleared his throat again, eliciting another laugh from Dust. He shot him a look before saying, “how many times you got laid?”

Horror chuckled. “what are you? twelve?”

“i ‘unno, dude! this shit’s hitting me harder than i thought it would! i can hardly think.” He felt tugging at the back of his neck and realized Dust was playing around with the fluff on his hood.

“‘m starting to think nightmare’s targeting you with this one. anyway, zero,” Horror responded.

Killer’s eye sockets widened, forgetting about Dust. “really?”

“nada, zip, zilch, never.”

“...huh.”

“why? have you?”

“i’m not inclined to answer that.” He looked down at his hands, noticing the blunt was gone. He turned to Dust. “you’re still going?!”

Dust shrugged and blew out a ring of smoke at his face.

Killer waved it away. “yer crazy…hey, how about you? truth or dare?”

“wasn't it my turn?” Horror asked.

“dare,” Dust responded aloud.

The other two froze like they'd blow up if they moved. Rarely did Dust ever talk. He must've been real high.

Killer smiled mischievously. “i dare you…to kiss me on the cheek!”

“ok, wow,” Horror said, eye sockets going blank. “that got weird quickly.” He was silently thankful he only took one hit. He expected Dust to punch him or something. He expected Dust to back out.

A second later Dust grabbed Killer by the collar of his shirt, bringing him onto the bed, and leaned in, clinking their teeth together.

Killer’s eyelights flickered on as the kiss continued. He didn't know if it was the weed that was affecting him but damn was he feeling euphoric.

Even though they were high out of their minds, it wasn't half-assed. There was passion.

His soul fluttered. He closed his eye sockets, letting ecstasy flow throughout his body in waves as he leaned into it.

When was the last time he felt like this? Has he ever even felt like this? He doubted it.

It was like he was flying or falling. Either way, it felt amazing. He was convinced he died and went to heaven, hallelujah.

There was warmth. There was peace.

Everything was nice. Everything was beautiful. He was beautiful. God, why couldn't he feel like this sooner—

“hello? you two have been making out for five minutes now,” Horror’s voice pierced through their illusion of heaven.

They opened their eye sockets.

Killer was looking at Dust; Dust was looking at Horror.

Hands he didn't notice until now gripped the back of his jacket and skull tightly.

Horror’s eye darted from side to side, as if looking directly at them was difficult. “if i remember correctly the dare was a kiss on the cheek…”

“oh yeah…” Killer whispered.

Dust let go of Killer and pushed him off the bed again.

It stung. It was like he ripped him from a hot tub and dunked him straight into a tub of ice.

Dust pulled his hood even further over his head and laid down, presumably not planning to get up until next morning.

“...yeah let's just. let's just move on to the sleeping part,” Killer said, completely out of it.

“...yeah,” Horror agreed.

No “goodnight”s were exchanged. No words in general were exchanged after that.

Despite sleeping on the ground with no cover or pillow, he managed to doze off pretty well. That wasn't that much of an accomplishment when any of them could sleep standing on hot coal.

WAKE UP.

His eyes snapped open at the command, and then he registered who spoke, in disappointment. It was in the middle of the night. No idea exactly what time it was, but he knew it had to be a few hours since they'd started sleeping because he could hear him again.

WERE YOU TRYING TO SMOKE ME OUT LIKE A BEE?

Yea.

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU. ACTUALLY, YES I CAN. I JUST OVERESTIMATED YOU.

It was just a dare.

JUST A DARE—ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT YOU ARE HOLDING RIGHT NOW, FIEND?

What was he holding right now?

Oh.

He was currently hugging another skeleton as if he was a body pillow. He could've sworn he kicked Killer off the bed…

YOU DID BUT YOU CARRIED HIM BACK UP HERE, HARLOT.

Harlot??

Yeesh, he did not remember doing that. Where was that blunt, did they ever put it out??

OH, GUESS WHERE THE BLUNT IS.

Where's the blunt.

YOU SMOKED IT ALL. THE REST OF THE BLUNT? YOU KNOW. THE WHOLE THING. BY YOURSELF. YOU SMOKED THE WHOLE THING.

Okay, sheesh.

YOU GREENED OUT, YOU IDIOT!

Now Papyrus certainly did not know that term.

AND YOU’RE STILL CUDDLING WITH HIM!

Oh yeah.

…

How the hell was he going to let go of him without stirring him?

YOU COULD KILL HIM.

He was not gonna kill him.

JUST PUSH HIM OFF AGAIN. BLAME IT ON HIM.

He was going to push him off.

….

WELL?

OH.

OH, DON’T TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT TO.

YOU’RE SICK.

tell me something i don’t know.

He let go of Killer and rolled to the other side of the bed, facing away from him.

Luckily Killer didn't stir.

Goodnight.

The next morning was rough.

Dust’s skull was screaming at him in more ways than one. He did not want to get up. He wasn't completely lucid, but he was thinking clearly enough to question what the fuck was wrong with him.

Killer woke up confused, having no idea how he got on the bed or how he got in Dust’s room or what transpired last night.

Horror was fine, physically. He was still reeling from seeing two alternate versions of himself makeout like there was no tomorrow. He was never playing truth or dare with them when high. Or ever.

None of them bothered getting up despite the fact they were all awake. There was a mutual agreement to stay silent and still for a bit longer.

It wasn't until Nightmare barged in that they had to get up.

“Seems like some of you enjoyed that,” he stated.

“yea? didn't go according to plan?” Killer asked, despite having no clue what “that” was.

Dust shoved a pillow against his face, he couldn't handle hearing his grating voice right now.

Nightmare ignored his question. “You three should eat soon, it's already noon.” And with that, he left.

“leave,” Dust managed to say.

Horror was already on his way out the door.

Killer scrambled out of the bed to follow after him.

Once the door closed behind them, Dust brought his hands to his face and let out a shuddering breath.

What

The

Fuck!?

What the hell was wrong with him?!

[tasteleeknow]

HELLO STRANGER. PART FIVE.

PAIRING: minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader GENRE: smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au. enemies to lovers. jealousy. pining. unrequited love. WORD COUNT: 5.4k

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You came. You came to the thought of Minho wrapped around you and… inside you. Minho. The same Minho who tossed what remained of your self esteem into the dirt and pressed it so deep into the earth you have no idea if you’ll ever find it again. 

It’s fine. 

You’d already accepted he was pretty, maybe the prettiest person you’d ever seen. But that was before. Before he’d called you an infection and made you feel so, so, small. It was easy to see past his pretty face after that. 

And then he’d been kind. Fucking sat with you through a storm and asked you if you were okay and told you not to cry. It’s not enough. It shouldn’t be enough. He has an unfair advantage. He was picked out for you. Soulmates. Soulmates. Soulmates.

You could cry. Or scream. 

You do neither. 

You crawl into bed and try to forget. He didn’t want you. 

You are alone. 

—

It’s like he knows. It’s some sort of cruel joke. A soulmate who can read your thoughts, your internal conflicts. He’s sitting at the table when you stumble out of the bathroom the next morning—a pile of fruit in front of him like a peace offering. 

“I made fruit salad,” he says, all soft and fucking irritatingly sweet, “if you’re hungry.” 

You freeze, completely and utterly fucked. 

“I’m fine.”

—

Avoiding him is a ridiculous, impossible task. You live with him. Still, you avoid him at breakfast, and—after a few failed attempts to avoid him in the pool—you stop going all together. Hyunjin had attempted to squeeze the truth from you. He couldn’t understand why you’d stop doing something you seemed to enjoy so much. Never in a million years were you going to confess that seeing Minho dripping wet and shirtless each morning was fucking with your head. Not after everything. You couldn’t give Hyunjin any hope. 

“You can tell me,” Hyunjin says as he taps the end of his pencil on the small coffee table. 

He’d been spending the afternoon drawing while you read. It’s a peaceful, quiet company. Or it has been before his nervous tapping had started.

“Tell you what?” 

The tapping doesn’t stop as he looks up at you from the floor. “Have you fought?” 

You frown, closing your book and dropping it onto the couch beside you. 

“No,” you reassure him. “I mean a small one but we made up. We’re fine.” 

His pencil stops. He places it down gently. “Then what is it?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”

I think I want to fuck my soulmate. The one who made it clear he does not want to fuck me. The one we live with. 

“What… makes you think something is wrong?”

He offers you a sad smile—a knowing smile. He always seems to know. How can you be surrounded by people who seem to know your thoughts and still feel so… adrift… alone.

He joins you on the couch, replacing your book with his fluffy socks as he curls up beside you. He’s warm. He radiates warmth, as always. “You’re avoiding him,” he says, like he’s pointing out the sky is blue or the grass is green—like it’s simply and utterly true. 

How do you deny a fact?

“We’re being civil.” 

He tucks his feet underneath you and leans back on the armrest, making himself comfortable. “So this was a mutual agreement? To distance yourselves from each other?”

“We didn’t wanna argue anymore.” 

Hyunjin says nothing in return. Just looks at you, like he’s caught you with your hand in the cookie jar and you’ve just tried to deny it. 

“What?” you blurt.

“He asked me this morning if he’d done anything to upset you.” 

A short laugh bursts from your lips. You can’t help it. “Upset me?” you question, struggling to wipe the laughter from your face. “He asked if he’s done anything to upset me?” 

“Recently,” Hyunjin clarifies. 

You turn to face him, grasping his calves in your hands to use as leverage as you rearrange yourself. “Jinnie,” you start. “We should go out.” 

His eyebrow twitches. “Out?” 

“Mina’s wife is having a party tomorrow, for her birthday. Come with me.” 

He pulls his legs from your grasp, tucking them to his chest. “You’re trying to distract me.” 

“I’m inviting you to come out with me. It’ll be fun.” You lead forward and rest your chin on his knees. “Please,” you plead, offering him a small smile. 

He looks to the hallway as the water cuts off. Minho has finished his post pool shower. “What about him?” he questions. 

You press your lips together to prevent ‘what about him?’ slipping out. It’d be easy to find a reason, an excuse to keep this just between you and Hyunjin. Mina invited him specifically because of his attendance at her wedding. You want to spend a night with Hyunjin alone. Quality time minus the beautiful, asshole soulmate. Instead, you sit back and—with a slight furrow of your brows—you mumble, “He can come if he wants.” 

Hyunjin laughs, falling forward over you—his face pressed into your shoulder. “Try not to look too happy about it,” he says around his lingering laughter. “He probably won’t come anyway.” 

You push him off you gently before tucking his hair behind his ear. “You’re annoyingly caring, you know that?” you say. 

“Thank you,” he says. 

—

Minho does say no. He’d rather stay in, he says. Fine with you. You and Hyunjin leave him sitting on the couch with one of the cats curled on his lap. 

His eyes drift down your bare legs on your way out. You wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t taken one last glance back at him. You don’t know how you feel about it. 

You find yourself at the bar before you’ve even attempted to locate Mina or her beautiful, rich wife/soulmate. Alcohol is nice. Alcohol and friends and loud distracting music. It’s not something you usually enjoy. In fact Mina had made it clear you weren’t obligated to come exactly because she knew you so well. It feels different now. It feels like it’s exactly what you need. 

Hyunjin gets dragged off by the birthday girl at some point in the night, when you’ve had more drinks than you probably should have and then attempted to take the edge off the inevitable hangover with a tall glass of water. Mina sits with you, her legs stretched out in front of her to touch yours—each of your backs pressed up against opposite walls in the empty hallway. 

“It has to be weird,” she says. “It has to be.” 

You take another messy sip of water, wetting your lips more than anything. Then you nod. 

“Has… anything happened?” she emphasises her point with a look up and down your body, her eyes lingering between your legs. 

You kick at one of her feet. ��God, Mina.” you scoff. “No. Did I not make it clear? He fucking hates me.” 

“And… you hate him?” 

You nod. 

“You sure?” she questions. 

You attempt to chug some more water. Most of it ends up down your dress. “Yes,” you grumble as you wipe at your dress uselessly. “He’s an asshole. He’s maybe the biggest fucking asshole I've ever known.” 

Mina gives you a look. A really fucking annoying look. Like she knows. Would everyone stop thinking they fucking know. 

You pull yourself up on your feet, a little less steady and graceful than you’d prefer. But you make it upright. Mina joins you with only a little help—a clumsy tug to one of her arms. 

“You can hate someone and be attracted to them,” she says as you stand there in the middle of the hallway, cool water dripping down between your breasts. 

“I…I know.” 

She shoves your shoulder, almost sending you back into the wall. “I knew it!” she yells. “You’re fucking—”

You slam your hand over her mouth. “We are not. I am not. I got myself off and he happened to be… the face I was thinking of. That’s it. Okay?” 

She nods and mumbles something into your palm. You release her. 

“Are you okay?” she asks, swaying a little on her feet. It almost sobers you completely. 

You had no idea. 

“I can’t want him,” you say eventually. “I can’t.” 

She must see something in your face because you find yourself tugged into her arms. It’s nice. “What do you need?” she asks as she strokes your hair. 

“I don’t want… to want him.” 

She takes a small step back and takes your face between her palms, holding you in front of her like a mother about to give her child a serious life lesson. “I saw a very pretty man in a tight black shirt earlier,” she says. “Would you like me to get him for you?” 

You huff out a small breath of laughter. “No,” you say. “Thank you anyway.” 

“You sure? Maybe you’re just horny.” 

You sigh, taking her hands from your face gently. “He’s my soulmate, Mina. I’m… fighting an uphill battle.” 

“Or… you’re horny.” She raises her eyebrows and bats her eyelashes. “It might help.” 

“If it doesn’t?”

She takes your hand. “I’ll text you everyday reminding you how much of a prick your hot soulmate is.” 

“You’re a good friend.” 

She smiles. “Let me show you the pretty man in the black shirt.” 

—

It’s a mistake. 

From the moment he kisses you, it’s wrong. It’s a pair of lips and they’re warm and wet and attached to a very pretty man but… that’s it. It’s nothing. 

You must be fucked in the head. A masochist. You want pain and hurt and suffering. The pretty man in the black shirt had been nothing but kind and sweet and pretty. You don’t want him. 

Still, you don’t stop it until he’s cupping your tits in his large hands. You don’t know why. It’d be easier to keep going, to pretend this is what you want—to pretend the man you want touching you isn’t at home with a cat in his lap. It’s tears that finally signal to the man pressing you into the wall that this is a mistake. It’s embarrassing and awkward and Hyunjin asks no questions when you find him shortly afterwards and ask him meekly if you can go home now. 

It’s only when you’re tucked under your covers an hour later that you confess. Hyunjin crawls in beside you. He doesn’t ask. He just waits. 

“I tried to sleep with someone.” 

It’s too dark to see his reaction. You’re grateful. 

“It didn’t go well?” 

“No,” you whisper. 

“Why?”

“He wasn’t him.” 

He wraps himself around you, tugging your face into his chest. It can’t be more than a minute before the tears come. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this—you wouldn’t make Hyunjin carry any of this anymore. It wasn’t fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not—

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t—I told him to sign up. I’m sorry.” 

You shove yourself backwards, pressing your hands onto his chest to keep distance between you. “What?”

“I forced him into this. You wouldn’t… be dealing with this—with him. I—”

“Stop. Please stop. You can’t… seriously be blaming… yourself right now? You can’t. That’s not what’s happening.” 

He’s quiet. 

“Jinnie,” you whisper between shaky breaths, “You’re breaking my heart.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” 

“I don’t regret it,” you murmur into his chest. “I don’t. I’m so grateful you made him sign up for that stupid app. I found you. You’re so, so worth it.” 

He lets out a shaky breath as his arms wrap around you. 

—

“I’ll be down in a minute,” Minho says as Hyunjin waits at the door with his towel draped over his shoulder. 

Hyunjin nods and then he’s gone. A sense of foreboding falls over you before the door even closes behind him. You’re alone with Minho.

“Can we… talk for a second?” he says, confirming your fears. 

You place your spoon down slowly, contemplating just making a run for it. “Sure,” you say instead. 

He clears his throat as he takes a small step towards you. “I just… I wanted to check that I haven't done anything recently… to hurt you.” 

“Recently?” 

It’s a low blow and not as satisfying as it should be. His shoulders drop and you watch as his towel drags on the floor as his arms hang at his sides. “Yeah,” he says. 

“No.” 

“I thought… I thought we were… getting along. Or better at least.” 

You wish you weren’t having this conversation right now, with his shirt off and his arms out. God his fucking arms. 

“We are. I’ve… been dealing with some things. I’m sorry if I've been distant.” 

“Some things?” 

“Personal things.” 

None of your business things. You didn’t want me. 

He blinks. “Right. Yeah. I uh… I just thought maybe you’d prefer I didn’t come to the pool. I know you liked it.” 

He’s offering to stop, to leave the pool sessions with Hyunjin to you. It should be easy to agree to his offer. But you can’t avoid him forever. Exposure therapy, you tell yourself. The more you see him… exposed, the less you’ll care. You sigh.

“Would you… wait for me to change? I’ll come.” 

You can’t help noticing the way he perks up a little. “Yeah, yeah I’ll wait,” he says.

You find yourself alone in the shallow end, watching as Hyunjin guides Minho out into the deep. They’d made some progress in your absence. Minho could almost make it to the other end unaided. You've known how to swim for as long as you can remember. It’s instinctual now. It’s hard to imagine what’d it be like to be unable to swim; to not be able to keep yourself above the surface… to sink. 

You lift your feet off the bottom and tuck your knees to your chest, letting yourself sink down under the water. It’s quiet; dulled. Apart from the muted sounds of the others moving at the other end of the pool, there’s nothing. 

It feels like yesterday, when you’d found yourself alone in the waves—heavy storm clouds overhead. The smell of the ocean mixing with the freshness of the incoming storm. The small group on the beach looked so far away as you made your way out of the water, your arms wrapped around yourself to shield from the chill. It was the start, the first moment you’d felt it. It was dark and cold, the heavy weight in your chest. It existed to remind you that even when you were surrounded by people, you were alone. You’d managed to ignore it a little in recent years, with Mina around so much. But then you’d been abandoned, by your ex, by Mina, by Minho. 

You were unwanted. 

A hand wraps around your bicep and tugs, hard enough to hurt. 

“—fuck are you doing?” 

Minho’s voice is the first thing you hear when you surface. You gasp as you shove your hair from your face, only realising as the oxygen floods into your lungs how much they were burning. You blink as you catch your breath. Then his tone of voice sinks in along with his grip on your arm.

“What—”

“What are you doing?” he says again, cutting you off. 

Your brows furrow. “Let me go.” 

He blinks and then releases you. You watch as his eyes widen a little and then he’s taking a large step back until he’s pressed to the edge of the pool. You suck in a breath—to say what exactly, you aren’t sure.

“You alright?” Hyunjin says, interrupting you before you can find out. 

“I’m fine.” 

“You were under for a while. We thought—” 

“I’m fine,” you insist, suddenly embarrassed—by the situation but mostly by the self pitying thoughts you’d let yourself be consumed by. They couldn’t know, you knew they didn’t know but the embarrassment bubbles up nevertheless. 

Hyunjin stands there, a comforting hand on your shoulder, looking at you like he cares. 

Because he does. 

You weren’t alone. He’d suffered so much more than you ever had and here he was, warm and kind and caring. You paint a small smile on your face and step into his arms. “Sorry,” you mumble. “I… didn’t realise.”

“Just don’t forget to breathe,” he mumbles back. “Please.”

—

Mina had been diagnosed with Celiac Disease three years into your friendship. She couldn’t eat gluten ever again, she’d explained to you. No bread. No pasta. Your favourite ice cream was even off limits. They snuck that shit into everything you had both come to realise. Still, she stuck to it. Even when she was piss drunk on a night out she’d remember to ask the bartender exactly what was in each drink. The thing that amazed you the most was her ability to turn down cheesecake. It was your shared kryptonite. You’d both taken countless midnight trips to the convenience store just to satisfy your all consuming craving for cheesecake. She’d cried the day you’d both tentatively read the ingredients label only to discover the dooming words in bold print ‘Contains Wheat’. She never touched it again. 

You’re reminded now—as you sit quietly on the edge of the pool—what Mina had said when you’d asked her how she did it; how she managed to resist the cheesecake. “Because I have to,” she’d said. As simple as that. “It’s off limits. I’ve crossed it out as an option. I can’t eat cheesecake like I can jump out of a plane without a parachute. It’s not an option.” 

You watch as Minho stretches his arms above his head. Shirtless and wet. He shivers a little. You imagine if you were closer you might be able to see the warm droplets making a slow path down his skin and into the water. 

Then you blink. 

It seems to click after that. He’s there. He’s beautiful. He’s dangerous. He's convenience store cheesecake… and he’s jumping from a plane without a parachute. 

It makes it almost easy. 

You can spend more time with him this way. It seems to take him a little off guard at first. He’s almost awkward. Then he settles. It works so well you wish you could go back in time and slap yourself for not realising it sooner. Treat him like he’s anyone—no one. Not an option. 

You’re a genius. 

“How much further?” Minho asks as he steps around you and nudges you away from the curb with his shoulder. The first car in five minutes passes you both a few seconds later. It’s late. So late the streets are nearly empty. 

“If you ask me that again I’ll push you into traffic.” 

“Well ‘not much’ doesn’t mean anything. You said ‘not much’ half an hour ago.” 

“Don’t be dramatic.” 

“I’m not dramatic.” 

You huff out a short laugh. He grumbles something under his breath in response. 

“There!” you shout, pointing across the street. “I knew I hadn’t missed it.”

“Hey!” he calls after you as you take off across the empty road. 

It’s exactly as you’d seen it last, the small gap in the hedge. It was easy to miss. You had to be looking for it. Minho is a little out of breath as he joins you at the wall of foliage. He shoves the sleeves of his hoodie up to his elbows. You expect him to question you, to make a snarky comment about the wall of shrubbery you’d dragged him to in the very late hours of the night.

But he doesn’t. 

You’re both quiet as you catch your breath. You’re silently hoping everything is exactly as you’d seen it last. You haven’t been here in years, not since long before Mina had found her soulmate. It was Hyunjin you’d thought you’d be bringing here. Never Minho. But then, you’d never imagined yourself getting along as well as you had been over the past month. The suggestion to come here had slipped out of your mouth before you’d even taken a moment to think about it. 

You were both awake late. Both sitting around with not much to do. “Wanna go for a walk?” you’d asked. 

“Where?” 

“There’s a place nearby… I haven't been there in a long time. It’s nice.” 

“Alright,” he’d said. Simple as that. 

You step forward into the hedge, pushing the branches aside as you go. Minho reaches in behind you, holding a few back before they can snap back into you.

“It’s here.” 

His breath tickles your neck as he leans over you. “A door?”

“A door,” you confirm with a smile, eyes fixed on the large wooden arch in the stone wall. 

It’s a struggle to get it open. You both end up pushed up against it until finally, it gives. You manage to catch yourself as you stumble forward. Minho isn’t so lucky. He takes you down with him, falling into your back and sending you both crashing into the grass below. 

You’re just grateful he manages to avoid landing on top of you. He just misses, landing hard just beside you. It only takes a moment for you both to recover from the shock of it. Then you’re laughing. You roll onto your back, laughing up to the star-littered sky. 

“Did you bring me here to murder me?” Minho asks as he sits up. “Is that it?” 

You look up at him from your bed of grass. “There are much easier ways to kill you.” 

“You’ve thought about it have you?” 

You smile sweetly as you give him a small nod in reply. 

His eyes flick across your face as the corners of his lips curve up to mirror yours. “Why did you bring me here then?” 

It’s a good question. One you’re not sure how to answer. So you don’t. Instead you pull yourself to your feet and take in your surroundings. It’s just how you remember it, your garden. It’s as dense as a forest with a small path winding through the bushes of flowers and towering trees. It’s lit by soft yellow lights scattered through the shrubbery and along the path. It’s only because you’ve been here before that you know where the winding path leads. A large tree at the centre, with a swing hanging down from one of its thick branches. You have no idea who tends to it all. The whole garden is well-kept. You’re unaware of any other entry point. It’s not something you want to know. Magic is better when you don’t know its secrets. 

“Is this… someone’s garden?” Minho asks, standing beside you now. “Are we trespassing?” 

“Dunno,” you say with a shrug. “I’ve never seen anyone else here.” 

He takes a small step forward, seemingly in awe. You can’t help smiling a little at his reaction. It feels like yours, this garden. It only deserves awe. 

The smells are the best part. It’s different at night. The fresh midnight air mixed with the fragrance of the flowers. How can anything be wrong in the world when a place this soft exists? 

Minho is quiet as you both wander down the spiralling path. He’s tugged his sleeves back down and his hands hang by his sides. You can almost feel the warmth radiating from him as his fingers swing past yours. Yours are practically ice cold.

“Has Hyunjin been here?” Minho asks.

Hearing a voice almost feels wrong now. A disruption to the perfect serenity. 

“I’ve only ever been here with Mina.” 

The fresh breeze picks up for a moment, rustling through the leaves above you. “How’d you find it?” 

“Her brother,” you say as you tug your sleeves down over your frigid fingers. “He brought her here. I don’t know how he found it.” 

“Mysterious.”

You hum. “Doesn’t it make it so much better? The magic of it all. It’s like stepping out of reality.” 

“Is reality so bad?” 

You kick a stray rock. “Sometimes.” 

They’ve been rare recently: the reminders. He’s someone who caused you pain, who worsened your self-doubt and anxieties. You haven't forgiven him. He hadn’t been redeemed. 

You shove it all down again. 

“Guess where this leads.” 

He shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket, the small pouch at the front offering him warmth you highly doubt he needed. He runs warm, you’ve come to learn. You were incredibly jealous. “It leads somewhere?” he asks. 

“Mhm. Guess.” 

“Do I get a prize for getting it right?” 

“No.” 

“It leads to hell.” 

A short burst of laughter escapes your lips. “What?” 

“You did bring me here to murder me after all. I’m being lulled… hypnotised by this spiralling path before you push me down an empty well in the centre.” 

You pause. He pauses too, turning to look at you. 

“You’re weird.” 

“Am I?” he says with a small tilt of his head. 

God, how you wish you had more self control. Then you could prevent your lips curving up into an amused smile. He reacts exactly how you expect. He smiles back. 

By the time you reach the centre, you’re half convinced he’s right. The spiralling pathway seems to have worked to lull you into some sort of strange spellbound state where you’re enjoying Minho’s company. You tolerate him usually, a neutral sort of company that you can find in most anyone you’re forced to share space with. Or, you’d thought it had been neutral. In this garden there’s no distraction, nothing you can use to convince yourself you’re not finding joy in his company in its own right. You wonder how long you’ve been in denial. 

It’s an uncomfortable thought that is happily disrupted by the centrepiece of your garden. The giant oak towers above the rest of the vegetation. You imagine it being here long before the wall was ever built to enclose her in. A swing hangs from one of her thickest branches, swaying in the gentle breeze. In a different garden the whole atmosphere might induce fear, an unsettling feeling. But not your garden. She’s good, soft, and welcoming. There are no ‘deep empty wells to hell’ in your garden. 

Minho leans against the trunk of the great oak as you rock back and forth on the swing—keeping your feet on the ground. He’s a comforting presence, you realise. You thought you might regret bringing him here, that he might taint your memories of this place. 

“Why haven’t you brought Hyunjin here?” 

“I haven’t brought anyone here.” 

He readjusts his position against the tree. “Except me.” 

“Don’t let it go to your head. I didn’t… think about it. I haven’t been here in a long time.” 

“Why?” he asks after a short pause. 

You shrug. “I don’t know. No reason I guess.” 

“You do.” 

“What?” 

“You do know. You always have a reason.” 

You watch him sink to the ground with his knees bent and his back against the trunk. He looks so comfortable, like he’s been here a million times before. 

“I always have a reason?”

He nods. He doesn’t offer any elaboration. 

You can’t help frowning a little, confused by his apparent insistence that he knew something about you that you didn’t. He knew something… about you. You shuffle in the swing, suddenly a little uncomfortable. 

“I wasn’t ready.” 

He waits for you to continue, seemingly completely relaxed. 

“I was always happy here,” you continue. “This place is… it’s happy. It’s outside of reality and it’s magic and it’s—” you suck in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, emptying your lungs. Minho waits. “I didn’t want to taint it with… all of my shit. If I started coming here when I was sad, that’s what it would be: my sad place.” 

“That makes sense.” 

You look up at him, finding him still looking entirely at home beneath your oak tree. “It does?” 

He nods with a small hum. “You’re good at that.” 

“At what?” 

“Knowing yourself, your… feelings.” 

It’s a strange compliment. You’re not sure what to make of it. You’re not even sure it’s true. 

“Are you not?” you question. “Good at that.” 

He drops one of his knees, leaving one leg bent and the other stretched out in front of him. “No,” he says simply. “I’m not.” 

“You’re good with Hyunjin’s feelings. He told me about what you did. Taking him to Europe after—” 

“That was nothing,” he intejects. “It was… an attempt to distract him. That’s it.” 

You’re walking on a tightrope. One wrong word and this all goes to shit. The last thing you want is to spark an argument in the middle of your garden. But this is what you did, you and Minho. You had these conversations in odd hours of the night. 

“I think… you’re cutting yourself short. You… You held him together. You showed him happy places, like this.” You’ve stopped swinging now, the movement feels dangerous. “I can’t imagine it. It must have been—” 

“I thought he might die.”

You hold your breath. 

“He just fell apart,” he continues. “He wouldn’t eat. He hardly drank anything. He just slept and cried.” 

It’s hard to think about. Hyunjin’s tears terrified you. Just the thought of him being in pain cut so deep inside you, you almost wished you didn’t care about him at all. 

“I could feel it,” he says, voice so low it’s only the stillness of your garden that allows you to hear him at all. “I could feel what he felt. It just… seeped out of him. He hadn’t even met her and he was so…” He sucks in a shallow breath. “I just needed to distract him.” 

“You’re a good friend, Minho.” 

He smiles at you. A sad smile. One you’ve never seen before. “Am I?” 

“You loved him when he needed it most. You… held him up until he could stand on his own.” 

His brows draw together as he looks at you, a heavy look filled with nothing you recognise. You can see his thoughts swirling, spiralling somewhere you clearly weren’t allowed to go. It’s only when he looks like he might cry that you stand abruptly from the swing. This wasn’t a sad place. 

“Your turn,” you say, gesturing to the empty seat. 

He blinks, unmoving. You march over and grab his hand from his knee, giving him a hard tug. “Up,” you command, taking note of his warm hand. Always warm. He complies, letting you drag him to his feet and push him gently towards the swing. 

You’re both quiet for a minute or two as you give him a head start, pushing him gently each time he swings back to meet you. 

“I haven’t been on a swing since… I don’t even remember.” 

He sounds lighter now, like the cool breeze has swept away some of the darkness with each swing. You’re surprised to find you care. That the thought of him recovering from sadness settles some anxiety deep in your chest you hadn’t noticed was there. 

“Minho?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry if I made things harder for you. For both of you.” 

He stops the swing abruptly, his feet planted in the grass. You stand behind him. He’s completely still for just long enough to make your stomach drop completely. You’ve fucked up. 

Then he stands and turns to face you, the swing separating you both. He grips each rope, holding the swing still. “What?” he says. 

You can’t take it back. “I said I’m sor—” 

“I heard you,” he interrupts. “I just don’t understand why you would say that.” 

“I caused… a lot of distress to you both. I’m just s—” 

“Don’t. Don’t say it again.” 

He seems almost angry. Please, please don’t ruin this place, you silently plead. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing. You don’t apologise to me. You never—” He cuts himself off before closing his eyes and breathing deeply. When he opens them again he’s much calmer, the intensity mostly gone as his grip on the ropes relaxes. “You did nothing wrong. You’re fine. Okay?” 

All you can do is nod. You’re fine. 

He takes a small step back. “Your turn,” he says. 

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Anon asked: ive always had the thought that jason is an extream romantic, especially so when he was younger. I present jason seing reader and thinking she (or he or they) are the most beutiful person in the world But would he pine silently? Or do everything in his power to make them fall in love w him?

Jason Todd x Reader

"Eventually"

Dick was only supposed to take him to the cafe for a quick break. Never in a million years would he think he'd lock eyes with someone he'd want to be a part of their life with. And that's exactly what happened that day.

"Can we make this quick? l'm behind on training, Jason grumbles. Dick scoffs in response

"Calm down, we 'll be quick. Hi, yeah, I'll just get an Americano, thanks.'

"Of course," you reply. "And for you?" You ask towards Jason.

Jason's head lifts up and stares at the pretty person in front of him and suddenly he forgets how to speak.

Jason does NOT believe in love at first sight. He'd ever fully love someone romantically until he believes that both parties of the relationship have full devotion to each other.

No, he doesn't believe in love at first sight. The person standing in front of him just happens to be someone he'd like to get to know more.

"Uh.. sir?" You call out to him as Dick turns his headtowards him in confusion

Jason shakes his head. "Uhm... sorry, I'll just get an iced hazelnut coffee, I guess," he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear.

"Perfect.. I'lI call out your orders when they're ready,' you tell the two men as they nod and step to the side. Dick paid both orders with his card and put a couple of coins into the tips jar.

Once they both got their orders, they both thanked you. Jason let Dick walk away first before seeing that you had you back turned, making another order.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just got the urge to quickly walk to your tip jar and place two 20 bills in.

When you finished your shift and counted up your tips, you couldn't believe that someone would've placed a 40 in. Or maybe 2 people placed a 20 each? Who knows. But you were happy nonetheless

Ever since Jason first unofficially met you, he's been visiting the cafe on his own a couple of times every 2 weeks or so. Then, the visits once every week, then twice every week. Now, Jason visits the cafe every chance he gets. And he realises it may seem stalker-ish, but he's had a grasp of your roster patterns and only shows up to the cafe when you're working.

And you've noticed it, too. And so has your coworkers. After his first visit, you told one of your coworkers the next day about the cute guy you ordered one of your favourite drinks.

And when one of your other coworkers was going over security footage to see who was nicking a cookie or two from the pastry shelf, she reported to you that it was Jason who left the two 20 bills in your tip jar. And you swear you got a heart palpitation.

When you see Jason walking up to the cafe through the windows, your heart sped up, and you get excited and start making his usal hazelnut iced coffee.

When he walks to your counter, you place his drink in front of him.

"Hazelnut iced coffee?" You smile towards him as he returns the grin.

"Know me so well," he replies, taking the drink and placing a 50 in its place.

As you go get his change, he shakes his head. "Just keep the change, sweetheart," he says as your eyes widen.

"What?? No! That's like a 1000% tip!" You exclaim worringly.

And Jason laughs. "It's fine, plently more where that came from, Y/n."

Your brows pinch in confusion as you look down, remembering your nametag.

You lightly scoff and roll your eyes and shook your head. "I don't care, here," you say, handing him his change.

"Fine. How bout I use this money to take you on a date then?" He asks.

You hesitate. Sure, the guy's cute, but... you don't even know him..

"I'm busy," you impulsively say, mentally slapping yourself for the lame response.

"I never said when."

"Busy anyway, tight schedule."

"Liar, you know I'm always here when your working."

"Yeah, I know.."

"I know you know."

"Shut up," you say, and you couldn't help but smile at the small banter between the two of you.

Luckily it was a quiet day and there was no line.

"I don't even know your name," you proudly say.

"It's Jason. And fine. How 'bout," Jason takes a napkin and writes down his number. "Friends. For now. And I take you on a date."

You think for a moment before agreeing. "Eventually," you say, not wanting to be too quick into dating some guy.

"Eventually," Jason repeats.

"But!" You say. "No more massive tips. I'm not going on a date with someone who flaunts money," you condition.

He nods in response. Jason raises his coffee as a salute goodbye. "Eventually," He bids a farewell as he walks out.

"Eventually," you quietly say to yourself, excited to see how this friendship would bloom.

From your condition alone, Jason realises you'd prefer handmade or cheaper gifts rather than grand gestures or expensive offerings.

One time, during the first few weeks that he visited the cafe, he noticed a copy of Little Women behind you.

So you were somewhat into classic literature.

He prepares a little note for you in replace for the cash tip.

When he gets his drink, he pays and puts that note in your tip jar.

You take it out and read it when he leaves.

Be the Amy to my Laurie? ;) it read.

The next time Jason visited you, he placed a red rose in your jar, and this gesture definitely made you blush.

After a month or so of him olacing cute notes and small gifts in you jar, you finally accept his proposal of a date.

And soon, the two of you became an official couple. This was the point where Jason became more of a romantic than usual.

He recited poems and sonnets. Wrote love quotes from his favourite classic novels, putting it in your bag before you headed for work. He made sure you knew his love and affection he has towards you every day.

And sometimes, he'd feel a little cheeky and slip a 50 'tip' in your wallet when you're not looking.

I'm so sorry that this is probably short and lame, Anon, I had so many technical difficulties with this 😭

I based this mainly on Titans!Jason Todd, since he m seems to be more flirty and expressive than other Jason Todds I've seen.

I wasn't sure how to incorporate this into a fic, but I'd think that firstly, when he first sees you, he definitely wants to know you more, but based on his background, he doesn't wanna scare you away, so he silently pines in the background before having the courage to make a move.

I will take to my grave that he recites book quotes and poems cuz he's our little theatre nerd.

In my opinion, when Jason first sees someone, he wouldn't fall for them or anything like that. I'd think that if he hangs out with them enough, then he'd start to have a crush on them.

But when he finally realises he loves them, he loves them HARD. Like he can't imagine a life with anyone else but you.

Thanks so much for the request, Anon. Have a great day!

[heartfullofleeches]

Clown Talk

Yandere Crime Harem + G.N Clown TV-Showhost Reader

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Extortion. Aggravated Assault. Murder.

The list went on for the royal who had it all, and lost almost everything in one night.

A well respected and charitable figure in their community, it was a shock to the masses to see local casino owner, and frequent donor to hospitals framed on the five o'clock news for misconduct. Anyone with a good head on their shoulders and a realistic outlook on the world could see straight through the facade. Beneath that mask was a monster - every good deal that person ever committed a cover for their true goals.

Those they had helped plead their innocence. Those they had wronged tied their noose. The documents leaked to the public would tell which party was correct, wiped clean from history before the victor could be declared. Read aloud in court, each word marked a new trial at play. The execution of the rat bastard who got them into this whole ordeal in the first place.

The criminal know exactly who it was. Caught his hand in the cookie jar resembling their safe weeks ago, but they had enough of a heart to let him go for being the one person his little girl had. Not again. Day in and day out they dreamt of how they'd carry out their revenge. Splattering his brains all over the wall. Slicing him into cutlets and having a nice cookout for everyone involved. It was a beautiful dream. The one thing preventing the compete lost of their sanity. Shouldn't be too long now until their people manage to get them out and their hands around that bastard's neck. Only a matter of time-

"Quit mumbling to yourself- I can't hear the TV."

As if this hell couldn't get any worse. A desaturated rainbow flies across the television screen, showering an empty field with stars and hearts that sprout colorful flowers from the earth. The theme song for the show plays in the background; the strums of each guitar string and the voice humming along to the beat drilled into the criminal's head like psychological warfare. While the voice wasn't totally abysmal it still belonged to their greatest enemy. That fucking clown.

"Good Day, everyone! I've missed you all so much, and am so excited to meet all the new faces. Are you ready all for an exciting day of fun and new adventures?"

The few shouts of agreement make their ears bleed more. Needless to say the prison they had been thrown in was a shit hole. Terrible food, hard beds, and televisions that only played one station without interference. That neon haired, colorblock mess of an entertainer had haunted them from day one of their stay; the sounds chasing them whenever they fled to the sanctuary of their cell. Pathetically, while there were a couple naysayers, majority of the prison population had begun to actually like the show. A body hurls into the seat next to them.

"Thank fuck I didn't miss it. You staying this time, Zero?"

Zero's face wrinkles from the frown lines. 4D was a fellow intimate and the biggest fan of the show. A crook booked for various robberies who just like Zero was ratted on by an acquaintance. The nickname came from their tag including the number fourty and they thought it would be cool in unison with the one they forced onto Zero.

"I told you not to call me that."

"I get that you're some big hot-shot and "adults shouldn't be watching shows for kids.", but it's really good when you sit down and watch it. That clown ain't too bad on the eyes either."

Zero resists the urge to snap their fingers as they air quote. "I'd rather flush my head down a toilet."

"Come on! If ya watch it, I'll leave ya alone for the rest of your sentence."

That catches their attention. Armz crossed, Zero looks at the television. The set had switched to that of a kitchen as the clown speaks

"Juno has been feeling better down today, let's cheer him up with his favorite snack! Before we begin, make sure you always ask for an adults help when handing sharp objects or using the stove. Unless you are one yourself. "

With a wink, they throw an apron and go through the steps of making homemade rice treats with the audience. After putting the tray in the oven, they discreetly pull out another one with a full sheet of the treats already made. Marshmallow fluff and melted chocolate chips ooze from their sides as the clown cuts out a heart shaped piece with a cookie cutter.

"And there you go! A simple, fun activity you can do with family and friends, and even get something taste out of it. Juno prefers chocolate, but you can add a number of things to your own and let your imagination run wild."

Great. Now they were annoyed and hungry. They couldn't stand another segment.

"I'm leaving."

4D whines. "Whaaat? That was barely anything. Hey, don't go-"

They grab Zero's sleeve, but are powerless to stop them as they leave the common area and venture up to their room. Over the guard rail of the second floor, they watch the other inmates mindlessly crowded around the television screen and unironically enjoying it. They would've spat at them had it not been for the guard by their cell. Inside the room, their roommate had left the tv on and that same damned show was playing. They go to turn it off only to be cut off by a fake cry of pain.

"Ouch!"

The clown tumbles to the ground, figure looming over them off screen. They come into frame as they grip the clown's arm and helps them to their feet.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay, Juno. I know it wasn't on purpose."

The two face the screen as the clown speaks.

"Sometimes our friends do or say things that hurt our feelings. Take a breath, hear them out, but there's one important rule. Remember - forgiveness and friendship aren't always mutual. Sometimes people we may think are our friends go too far, and they believe an apology will make everything okay, but that's not always the case. The best thing you can do is forgive - and let go."

The background music is soft. The clown's smile is sincere, but an offshoot of that silly expression they had moments ago. Forgive. That weasel? There's no way in hell they could. He ruined them. Damaged their imagine. The bitterness Zero held was the only thing that pulled them forward. But what would come after they got their revenge?

"That's all for day, folks! And don't forget- you all may be my helpers, but I am here to help you the most!"

The intimate ends up watching the show until lights out. Each episode holds a new life lesson, cushioned by the silly activites prior to them and the songs the clown and their friends sings at the end. Regrettably, Zero finds their lips twitching upwards and a hushed laugh in their chest at some of the clown's jokes. When the clown visits them in their sleep, the dreams didn't seem as bad as before.

The next day Zero finds 4D in the yard. They're hesitant to speak.

"So... Why exactly do you like that clown?"

4D drops the equipment in their hand, looking flustered. "Wow, uh, why do you ask?"

"Just curious. If it's so embarrassing, I can make it worth while."

4D refuses the cigeratte they offer. "I quit. It ain't nothing serious like that, we just... talked."

Zero raises a brow. "Talked? You some kind of nutcase or something?"

"Maybe, but what I mean is I sent them a letter. After all the rush and freedom of the things I did, I was going mad in here. I got no friends, no family. At the end of every episode there's an address so I thought I'd try and send them a letter. I never expected them to respond. Hell, I thought the guards would tear it up and laugh, but neither of those predictions were true. They... helped me. More than anyone ever had in my life. Even sent me a couple things when I hadn't asked. They're all I have."

4D wipes their face with their sleeve. Zero, unsure, raises their hand to their shoulder, but falls short of a comforting touch.

"..Thanks... Take care."

Zero sits in their cell when the next show comes end. They pen down the address on the screen, wondering if they were really going to go through with this. They write out their letter and hand it off to the only guard they trust.

"What do you do, when you've lost everything."

A response comes in a week's time.

"Hey, there!

First off, I want to say thank you for sending your letter in. From the address and the others I've spoken too, I know that you're going through a really tough time. It's understandable to believe you've lost everything, but there will always be a new ladder to climb to the top so long as you try your hardest. You may be in the dark for now, but the sun will shine again for you some day."

Zero loses track of how many times they read the letter. They can see eraser marks from when the writer rewrote their lines. It was the exact same penmanship as when the clown wrote their name on a drawing they had just finished, clearing out the possibility of it being an assistant on the show. Zero crumples the envelope and throws it in the trash, but tucks the letter under their pillow.

When they are released the following month, they're found sitting in front of the community television.

-

"Sunshine's beautiful this time of day, isn't it?"

"B...oss, I'm sorry, please."

Zero takes another drag of their cigar as his head is dunked into the freezing waters. The silence makes the scenario one for the books, but for some reason the sun just isn't as bright as it was on those dirty screens. They exhale as the bruised male is brought out of the sea once more.

"I forgive you, and now I'm letting go." They wave to the others on the boat. "Drop him. I don't want to be late for the show."

-

Arriving at the studio, a whiny voice drills from behind them.

"Aw, man- you got front row seats? Switch with your ol pal. Its the least you can do since I introduced you to them."

[fallstaticexit]

The Landgraab Foundation is known for being the jack of all trades when it comes down to the all mighty simoleon. Perhaps this is the opportunity for Benji to find his place with the rest of the Briar's.

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AN: Annnd we're back! with mods updated, I'm back to updating my stories. Still working on COTF but I have another MM update that I will post tonight! :)

Ami: I never thought I’d say it, but I’m dying to wean Saroi. She must think my nips are made of rubber.

Benji: Looks like everyone had fun at Batuu. The whole family was there.. wow. The kids got so big.

Ami: You do know we were invited, right?

Benji: No, I know... I guess it’s easier to avoid family functions when I’m busy with work.

Ami: And why’s that?

Benji: It’s the dynamic. I was too young to hang out with Mel, Lyric and Sonny and too old to relate to the twins, Amir and Olive..doesn’t help I’m an only child either-

Ami: You want to know what your biggest selling point was for me when we met?

Benji: My good looks? My great work ethics?

Ami: Your big family. I’ve always wanted siblings and cousins, and knowing you had all that and seeing how crazy they were about you made me realize how loved you are.

Ami: Look, I love the dedication you put into your business but I wouldn’t mind seeing you enjoy life outside your office more. Why do you think I stepped down? I can do things like take Saori to her appointments or visit Finn’s class. So our kids wouldn’t be raised by a-

Benji: Servo?

Ami: [laughs] Yes. No offense.

Benji: Speaking of, the Landgraab Foundation called again looking to meet about the merger.

Ami: Are you considering it?

Benji: It’ll expand our customer base to the states, not to mention it’ll save cost by outsourcing material. And.. it’ll take a lot more off my plate. I can spend more time with our family. The kids can meet everyone sooner. I can spend more time with you.

Ami: Then I think you’re making a great call.

Benji: Then it’s settled.

Ami: Should I check on Finn? I have a feeling he’s been sneaking down into the kitchen.

Benji: [yawns] Nah. He’s probably passed out by now.

Ami: [sighs] I love you, Ben.

Benji: I love you too.

Finn’s Inner Monologue: Did you know the best way to get away with a late night snack is to hide the cookie jar in your baby sister’s crib? Works every time!

[mr-celestial-writings]

Baking Disasters

Pairing: Conner Kent x Male! Reader

Summary: Who doesn't love baking with their partner? Especially when you found a bunch of Halloween themed recipes! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Trigger Warnings: None!

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When you had found these recipes online, you had intended to make them yourself if you even could make them. Just you, your thoughts, and your kitchen.

Yet, on a call with your boyfriend, you had let it slip that you were planning on doing some baking.

Conner, ever the gentleman, offered to help. He had nothing better to do, besides, he loved spending time with you! So in Conner's eyes, it was a win-win! He got to spend time with you and get some delicious treats!

You two scheduled a good time for both of you, giving you some time to gather what you would need and make sure you had the recipes saved.

You had full faith in yourself and Conner. You two were one hell of a team. So what could possibly go wrong?

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Well, the day came. Conner had come over to your place. At first, everything went well!

You had gotten the recipes pulled up and got to work. It started small, making pumpkin cookies and other such treats.

Then it started going south. It started small a first.

"Hey, babe, was this container powdered sugar or Flour?" Conner asked, looking at you. In his hands he held one of the glass jars you used to contain your baking ingredients.

It was easier than having to dig around for everything in the cabinets.

"Should be Powdered Sugar." You replied, focusing on mixing the batter you were working on at first.

"Cool, Cool. And my sweet, beloved boyfriend who I love more than life... Where are your measuring cups?" Conner Questioned as he sat the glass jar on the counter.

"Second Drawer, left of the sink." You answered, setting the bowl on the counter as you went to open the drawer in question.

Conner gave a nod, "Sweet." He grabbed the measuring cup size he needed, and you went back to the sugar cookie mix you were working on.

You were on Cookie duty, and Conner was on Icing. It was simple as that. It was a good balance and i kept things orderly.

You began scooping the cookies onto the cookie tray, humming softly to yourself. Conner was focused on trying to make the icing perfect.

For some reason, though, The icing wasn't mixing like it was supposed to. Conner just brushed it off, though. It would probably still be good.

"Sooo, why the sudden interest in baking, [Name]?" Conner asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you put the Cookies in the oven.

You gave a shrug, "Dunno, just figured I should try it. Besides, the recipes I found looked really yummy. They seemed simple enough too."

Conner smiled softly, "Fair enough. Wanna watch a movie while we wait?" He asked.

You closed the oven door and smiled. You nodded, "Yeah, why not? We got time to kill?"

You hadn't even realized you had forgotten to set a timer at that point.

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It was an hour and a half later, you and Conner having just finished up some Horror movie.

Conner sniffed the air, and his eyes widened. "The Cookies!" He said.

You and him stood up in a panic and hurried to the kitchen. You rushed to open the oven and a plume of smoke came out.

Conner hurried to open a window, venting the smoke out.

You got your oven mitts on and pulled out the burnt cookies. You set charred mess on the counter and sighed.

"Damnit, I forgot to set a timer." You admitted, staring at your ruined cookies.

Conner brought the bowl of icing over with a sympathetic smile, "At least we still have the icing..." He said, offering the bowl.

You went to stick your finger into the icing and eat it, but the moment it reached your tongue, you gagged and hurried to wash your mouth out. "Icing is also a lost cause." You said weakly, slumping down onto the floor. Conner joined you in your defeat.

"Well... at least we tried?" He said softly, You smiled and laughed.

You agreed in a nod, "Yeah, we did, and it was also an excuse to spend time together." You said, looking on the bright side of things.

Conner laughed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and holding you close.

"Damn right it was, I wouldn't trade today for anything, mess ups and all."

You rested your head on his shoulder, "Neither would I, Kon. Neither would I."

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a/n: Another character close to my heart. I'm so happy that I'm trying to write for all these characters, even if I'm not the best.

Seriously though, if you haven't had any pumpkin baked goods, go out and make some! or maybe buy some! They scratch part of my brain so nicely.

[talkfastromance4]

Listen… I am obsessed, as I’ve said before, with Sugar Daddy!Jake and Sugar. And I’m a sucker for being taken care of so the blurb about the migraine and bad day was my jam but it got me thinking… Jake needs taken care of too sometimes, and I’m dying to know what that would like when he’s having a bad day and just needs a little tlc

Sure thing bby😊 prepare for extra soft!Jake

Lift Me Up–Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

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Enjoy!

You were just finishing up some boutonnieres and corsages for another wedding when your watch buzzed on your wrist. At a quick glance you saw Rooster’s name appear but you didn’t read the message yet because you had to finish wrapping twine around one more set of flowers. Your wrist buzzed again, and again but you were adamant on finishing this before being distracted.

Once it was wrapped and tightened, you scrolled through your notifications, messages equally from Rooster and Phoenix.

Rooster: are you coming to the hard deck by chance?

Phoenix: are you busy tonight? Please say no, Bagman is extra sour

Rooster: we’re all begging. Hangman’s in a terrible mood.

Rooster: WE ALL NEED YOU

Phoenix: please babe, he’s bad

“What in the world?” you mutter as you read through the frantic texts. 

It’s only a little after five, what could Jake possibly be doing that both Rooster and Phoenix are reaching out to you? You place your finished flowers in the boxes and set them on the shelf in the fridge and gather your things. Reynolds is waiting for you in his usual parking spot, his smile turns into a frown at your own troubled expression.

“Is something wrong?”

“Can we go to The Hard Deck? Something’s wrong with Jake…”

“Really? He didn’t text me…” Reynolds scratches his chin as he opens your door. “But we’ll stop by and see what’s going on.”

“Thank you.”

The bar isn’t that far from your shop and for a Thursday night, it’s pretty packed with cars and pilots loitering onto the sand. 

“Should I come in with you?” Reynolds asks.

“No, I’ll be okay. Maybe wait for a bit in case we need to drive him home,” you say and get out. 

Some of the other pilots say hello to you as you pass them but you barely smile because you’re growing concerned for Jake. Is he drunk and he’s acting belligerent? Is he sick and refusing to go home?

You weave through the crowd finding Rooster near the back by the jukebox and pool tables. There’s a loud crack! followed by a collective groan and someone cursing Jake’s name. 

“Penny’s gonna ban you from ever entering her bar again,” Rooster shakes his head and moves out of your way.

You see Jake holding a splintered cue stick, one half of it is on the pool table and his face is hard, stony. His brows are furrowed in a permanent scowl as he tosses the broken stick on the table.

“I’ll replace it. Give me another one,” Jake snaps his fingers but no one moves. He turns around snatching one from the holders and you push yourself in front of Rooster.

“Thank God you’re here,” he mutters. “Hangman, time to go home.”

“No, I’m not ready to go home, Rooster. Not until I win a game of pool and–Sugar,” he stops himself short when he turns around and sees you. He drops the new stick in his hand as if he’s caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “What are you doing here?”

“We called her to come get you,” Phoenix says. “It’s been a long day. Go home.”

“I thought you were working late,” Jake says, ignoring the others completely. 

“I got caught up,” you walk towards him, hand reaching for his cheek. When you’re close enough his cheek falls into your palm effortlessly. You can feel the tension in his jaw. “You had a bad day?”

“Wasn’t the best, no,” he murmurs as you bring your other hand to his other cheek. You rub at the circles under his eyes, noting how they’re bloodshot. 

“Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

He follows you willingly, walking past his friends who stare at your retreating backs dumbfounded. They insisted he should go home hours ago but he refused and then you come in saying only a few words and he follows you not a problem. 

When the two of you get back outside you let Reynolds know he can go home. Jake says he’s fine to drive and you want to ask him what happened but his body language is screaming annoyance. He keeps one hand on your knee and you trace your finger over the grooves of his knuckles, circling over the back of his palm. 

His silence is so loud when you’re finally home and he slams his door when he gets out. He opens yours more gently, his hand held out to you, his gaze soft as he looks at you. You take his hand and close your door behind you, following him closely into the house.

“Can I make you anything?” you ask quietly. 

“Do we have tomato soup?”

“I’m sure Rhea keeps it on hand,” you smile, continuing to stroke his hand with your thumb. “Do you want grilled cheese with it?”

“That sounds good,” he nods.

“Okay. Why don’t you go take a hot shower, the food will be ready when you’re done.”

You squeeze his hand, debating on kissing him but he turns away and heads towards the stairs. You skip to the kitchen grabbing the necessary things to make the soup. Of course Rhea bought the best type of canned tomato soup and you took two out since you hadn’t eaten yet either. While the soup is heating up in the pot you begin on the grilled cheese using the panini maker. 

You’re humming ‘The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face’ as you look in the freezer for dessert. Jake loves sundaes with chocolate syrup and sprinkles. You stir the soup, make another grilled cheese and then Jake struts in. You were hoping he’d take a longer shower, letting the hot water worry away his tight muscles. 

“Hey,” you smile loving how fluffy his hair is looking already. He has on your favorite shirt, the NAVY one and a pair of plaid pajama pants. “That was a quick shower.”

He moves past you and turns the soup down on low so it simmers. Then he places the grilled cheese on a hot plate and covers it up.

“The soup is just about done. Aren’t you–ahh!” you squeal when he lifts you up onto the counter. You open your legs and he slots between them, his arms moving behind your lower back. 

“Wanted to be with you,” he mumbles.

“Jake…what happened today?” you ask resting your arms on his shoulders.

“I couldn’t beat my times today and in the meetings following, I was used as the example of what not to do. I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t accelerate fast enough. So I wanted to blow off steam at the bar, prove to everyone I can do it all.”

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. It’s okay if you can’t do it all, you know, I think you’re pretty perfect already,” you encourage. “You’ll beat your times, just keep practicing and you’ll get there. Want me to come yell at your officers for singling you out?”

“No, that’s okay,” he chuckles slipping his fingers under your shirt. He draws circles on your skin. “It wouldn’t do much, you’re too adorable.”

“I can be feisty if I need to,” you put on a tough face, “I can scream and shout about how you are the best pilot there is.”

“Thanks Sugar,” he smiles. He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your forearm then sighs. He keeps kissing up your arm until he’s by your shoulder and you turn his head so you can press your lips to his. 

Your arms tighten around each other, and your legs hook around his hips. His kiss is hurried and hot, his fingers hot on your bare skin as he shifts them up under your shirt. One hand moves to your stomach, his lips feverish as they transition to your jaw and neck. You toss your head back gasping, his fingers graze the side of your breast as he sucks on your neck. 

Your hips involuntarily rut against his, fingers tangling in his hair. Your body is electric from his touch and kiss. His hand on your lower back rocks you forward, his lips moving to your collarbones and in between your breasts. 

“Jake,” you whimper enjoying the sensations but then he stops. 

He removes his lips from your breasts, his breath hot and wanton on your skin as he recollects himself and pulls you back up in a sitting position. You stare at him quizzically.

“Sorry, I got a little carried away,” he exhales.

“I wasn’t telling you to stop,” you shake your head suddenly feeling ashamed. 

“I know. But I don’t want to rush anything, wanna take my time and give you the proper attention you deserve,” he says pulling your shirt back down. “And not when I’m upset about work.”

“But–”

He shushes you with a soft kiss. 

“Don’t forget how much you tempt me on the daily, Sugar,” he says on your lips. “You made me my favorite comfort food, so let’s enjoy that okay?”

You nod and hop down the counter, your legs a little shaky from that quick but intense makeout. You ladled the soup while he gathered plates and silverware. Still feeling a little dejected, you sat on one of the stools and began to eat slowly. When Jake joined you, he dragged you closer to him, the stool grating against the floor. Then he lifted your legs onto his lap and smiled.

“Want you as close as possible,” he says then starts to eat. You smile into your spoon.

When you’re finished eating, you move into the living room climbing onto his large couch. 

“Pick your favorite movie,” you tell him. He decides on 10 Things I Hate About You and when he turns around, you pat your chest as a place for him to lay. 

He jumps onto the couch cuddling onto your chest, basically laying on top of you with his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you. His overexcitement makes you laugh and you start to play with his hair. That calms him down fairly quickly and you scratch at his neck.

“You’ve no idea how good that feels,” he groans. 

“Oh I know, it’s my specialty, remember?” you tease and kiss the top of his head. You move your hands down his back, scratching it lightly and he groans again. 

“Don’t ever stop,” he sighs.

You remain that way for the whole movie, one hand scratching at his back and the other petting his hair thinking the whole time how you never want to stop.

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 6: New Possibilities

Prompt: I'm not giving up

(Sequel to Day 3, Getting It Right) Mulder - still not jealous - discovers Scully's date has sent her flowers. What does that mean? Rating: T, wc: 1,229

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

The bouquet of flowers is on their desk Monday morning, sitting there as if it belongs. Mulder stares at it, looking around, wondering if anyone is playing a prank. Nothing happens. He pockets his key and observes the assortment of fresh roses. With careful precision, he fishes out a small, pink card sat atop the flowers, trying not to sneeze.

“’For my lady’,” he reads out loud and doesn’t even need to keep reading to know who sent the flowers. Sawyer Montgomery, the guy Scully has gone out with twice. And, Mulder thinks to himself, who Scully ditched Friday night when they were supposed to have their third date. That might have been partly his fault, but that was last week, and in this new, fresh week, Sawyer is sending roses. How average.

“Mulder?” Scully catches him with his hand in the cookie jar – or rather in the flower bouquet. She’s holding two cups of coffee, and he rushes over to take them from her. The smell of caramel and cinnamon – his and hers – wafts through the office and for a moment he forgets that the flowers – and Sawyer – exist at all.

“Did you get flowers?” Scully asks him with a sweet, albeit curious smile.

“My dates don’t send flowers,” he says. “Yours do.”

“Sawyer?” she asks, sounding surprised and Mulder just nods. “Did he- was he here?”

“The flowers were already here when I arrived. Must be an X-file.”

Scully walks over to the flowers with deliberate steps, as though wary of them. Mulder realizes he’s still holding to the card and gives it to her.

“What is Wonder Boy saying?” he asks, trying to sound bored and nonchalant. He takes a sip from his coffee and watches color rise in her cheeks.

“Um, just that he hopes we can postpone our date. As you know,” she says, turning to him with narrowed eyes, “I had to cancel on Friday.”

“You know our job isn’t exactly 9 to 5.” Could the killer guinea pigs have waited til Saturday or even today? Probably. If he had waited and not jumped at the first pseudo-case he could find, they could have stayed home and enjoyed their weekends, because the killer guinea pigs turned out to be regular guinea pigs who nibbled on their very stoned owner’s fingers. In that alternate universe, Scully would have gone on her date with Sawyer, and maybe the card would have said something else entirely. It’s a universe he doesn’t want to contemplate.

“I know,” Scully mumbles, disrupting his inner turmoil. “I should call him.” She glances at him, her expression uncertain. Does she want dating advice? From him? “I’ll call him.”

“We have that meeting with Skinner in 15 minutes,” Mulder reminds her.

“You’re right,” she says and sounds almost relieved. Or maybe that’s just what he wants to hear. “I’ll call him later.”

And later, Mulder realizes as the day goes on, never comes. At no point during the day does Scully call Sawyer – or anyone, for that matter. He watches her like a hawk – she’s his partner after all and the day boring – but she never picks up the phone. She peeks at the flowers from time to time, her finger tracing a rose pedal, but still, she doesn’t call Sawyer. Close to five p.m., Mulder decides to just shoot his shot.

“Hey,” he says, waiting for Scully to glance up from her keyboard. Her eyes look even bigger because of the glasses she’s wearing. He’s never thought about it before – or her, really – but she’s beautiful. Cute, too.

“Yes, Mulder?”

“I’m hungry. Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?” She seems surprised for a moment, but she takes off her glasses, smiles at him, and says yes.

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They decide to get Chinese take-out from a place she loves near her apartment. That way, Scully explains, they can eat and still do some work. Mulder rolls his eyes, but if he’s honest, he doesn’t even care about working, as long as he gets to spend more time with her.

“Are you sure we can’t just watch a movie?” He has to at least try.

“Mulder, we need to get these reports done. Who knows what will come up tomorrow, or the rest of the week.”

“Something more fun than writing reports, I hope,” he mumbles.

“Dana? Dana!” Mulder and Scully turn at the exact same moment, their shoulders bumping into each other. A man jogs toward them and it doesn’t take long for Mulder to recognize who it is.

“Sawyer, hi.” It’s Scully who finds her voice first.

“Did you get my flowers?” The man asks with a huge smile directed at Scully, not even glancing at Mulder.

“I did- thank you.”

“I thought you’d call. Like I said, I’m not giving up on this. On us.” Mulder can’t do anything but watch as Sawyer takes Scully’s hands into this. “Hey look, I’m spontaneous. Let’s get dinner now.” His grin reveals two perfect rows of pearly white teeth. Mulder doubts that the man has ever missed an appointment, dentist or otherwise.

“I can’t, Sawyer. We just got take-out.”

“We?” The other man takes his eyes off Scully and observes Mulder, who attempts to smile. He has no idea whether Sawyer recognizes him from a few days back when they were both in line for coffee.

“Hi, I’m Mulder. Dana’s partner.” He offers his hand and only when Sawyer doesn’t take it, does Mulder realize that his choice of word might be misleading.

“Your- Dana? I thought-”

“I’m sorry, Sawyer,” Scully says and both men stare at her. She’s not correcting Mulder at all, or clarifying that what he meant is work partner. They just work together. Sure, they’re friends, too, but he doesn’t want to complicate things even more. “We just got back together.” Scully’s words are flat and not at all convincing; luckily, Sawyer never got the chance to get to know her well enough to realize what a terrible liar she is.

“Sorry, dude,” Mulder says, putting his arm around Scully. She leans into him easily, as if drawn to his side. It doesn’t feel fake at all. It feels right.

“I can’t believe this, I- you will have to find someone else to do your taxes, Dana. Good night.” With that, he stomps off.

“Did he really just say you need to find someone else to do your taxes?” Mulder asks, his arm still around Scully.

“Thank you for playing along.” She lets out a sigh and it sounds to him like relief.

“I thought you liked him.” She shrugs and they continue walking to her apartment.

“He was a bit…”

“Boring?” Mulder supplies, earning a well-deserved eyebrow.

“Not exactly right.” They’re almost at her building by now.

“Can I tell you a secret, Scully?” She just gives him a look. “I called him Snoozer in my mind.” That draws a genuine laugh from her.

“Why?”

“He’s a tax lawyer, Scully.”

“And that automatically makes him boring?”

“Yes!” They both laugh, their eyes locking. “I’m just glad I don’t have to become friends with him,” Mulder says after a moment. “He didn’t even get your coffee order right.”

“But you did,” she says and the implications of it stay in the air as a possibility. Out of her eyesight, Mulder just nods and smiles.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Just Say Yes

Amber X Tara X Reader

3rd Person POV

Ambers arm was wrapped firmly around her girlfriend as the smaller girl rushed to complete her homework. It was due in five minutes and someone had decided to keep her busy last night.

Amber scanned the courtyard usual smirk planted on her face as she saw Wes glaring at her arm around his crush. It was no secret he still harbored feelings for the Carpenter girl and it amused her to no end that even after two years he still wasn't over her. It tickled her even more that Tara was the one to make the first move.

After years of being best friends she'd realized her feelings for the girl were more than just those of a friend. It was during their regularly scheduled movie night/sleepover that the girl had leaned over and kissed her best friend surprising the both of them. Amber remembered the tingling feeling after the initial shocked had passed. She remembered the way the younger girl looked mortified before she pulled her into another kiss. She could still taste the fruity lip gloss and feel her hands digging into her shoulders, the movie in the background long forgotten.

Amber knew her feelings of disdain for Wes weren't just because he was a mommas boy, she thought he had the one thing she didn't.

She smiled at the memory tightening her hold on the girl before placing a soft kiss behind her ear almost making it seem like she was just whispering to her.

Mindy looked at the trio amused while munching through her usual bag of Cheetos her brothers giant hand almost crushing the bag when he went to steal some. His girlfriend Liv laughing at his twins obvious disgust as she stared at him.

Across the courtyard one of Chads teammates slapped the book you were reading out of your hand.

"Fucking freak." Amber watched closely as your eyes flashed with something just before you closed them taking a deep breath and picking up your book. Once again it was slapped out of your hand.

"Chad.." Tara called softly also observing what was happening. The giant went to stand up to help when he caught sight of a teacher passing by.

"Mr.Landry is there a problem here?" The curly haired boy turned into the picture of innocence as he smiled at his English teacher, Mrs.Thompson. His light blue eyes shining with mischief as if he were a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar knowing there was no real consequence to his actions.

"Not at all Mrs.Thompson," he bent down to pick up the same book he had just slapped out of your hands. "Just helping my good ole friend Y/N here with her next assignment."

You stared at the boy just from the rim of your glasses before you glanced to the gullible adult beside him. Her scowl turned into a smile as she nodded happy with his answer before turning to leave.

"Fucking idiot." Everyone turned to you in surprise.

"Excuse me Ms.Y/LN?" You tilted your head slightly, a small smirk slowly growing.

Ambers head tilted as well while Tara couldn't tear her eyes away from you, jaw dropping as you straightened your posture.

"I said you must be a fucking idiot if you really believe that."  The teachers face grew red as even the group of boys bullying you grew silent in the exchange.

"PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW! THE REST OF YOU GET TO CLASS!" The woman stormed away as you grabbed your bag following after her.

Amber continued to stare at the spot you'd just vacated as she felt her girlfriend place a slight tap on her shoulder. She looked to the smaller girl.

"Come on we'll be late." She nodded silently intertwining their hands as she let herself be lead to class. 

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It was lunch when the two girls had caught sight of you again. You were tucked (reluctantly) under the heavy arm of Chad who smiled and slightly shook you as he offered apologies for his pathetic excuse of a teammate. You continued to stare nodding hoping he'd get the hint that you didn't want or need his help. You both were already at his usual table of friends before you could pull away.

"Guys for today we're making Y/N an honorary member of the group." Mindy scoffed.

"You know she's a human being and not a puppy right? You can't just adopt people." He stuck his tongue out at his sister.

"To be fair Chad it does seem like you dragged her here against her will." He looked to his bleach blonde pseudo brother in hurt.

"E tu, Wesley?" Hands crossed over this heart as he began to pout.

And of course as always Liv came to his defense as the ever loving girlfriend.

"Guys his intentions are good and I'm sure Y/N could use more friends. She is new."

You scoffed.

"I'm right here and thanks but no thanks knock off Avril Lavigne I'll take being alone any day."

Liv's face grew red in offense as Chad tried not to show any amusement comforting his girlfriend as best he could. Mindy and Amber laughed along with Tara, the force of her giggles shaking her girlfriends arm slightly. You glanced at the trio nodding before turning to leave. Tara was the one to place a hand on your forearm. Wes eyebrows furrowed making Ambers narrow in turn.

"Stay please." Her soft voice melting you a bit. "It'd be nice to talk to someone new for a change."

Big brown eyes peered up at you and you found yourself staring a little longer than necessary almost counting the freckles that sat across the girls cheeks and nose. You swallowed hard remembering you were staring at the Amber Freeman's girlfriend, the girl in question almost giving you the same puppy dog eyes but hers weren't pleading they were almost demanding you sat next to them as she moved her eyes from you to the empty space next to her.

You were new to the town but you'd heard the rumors about Amber punching and breaking the nose of the same jock who'd pestered you earlier. He'd said something a little too nasty to Tara once and now he doesn't even glance in her direction. You knew all about the rest of the group because some junior directed you through the school and "gave you all the hot goss" she could. You'd been in Woodsboro for maybe 3 weeks now and still adjusting. Your mother always absent either at the bar or under some random stranger.

Slowly you sit down making the Carpenter girl dance in victory, you and Amber both having the same small smile in what looked to be adoration. Mindy eyed the three of you before looking to Wes who seemed to be getting red.

"So Y/N.." Tara began making you turn to her. "We have the next class together right? AP Biology?" You nod.

Amber quirked an eyebrow turning to her girlfriend. "You guys have class together?"

Tara's cheeks tint slightly as some stray hairs fall in front of her face. Noticing her slight discomfort, you finally speak up.

"Yeah but I'm not as smart as Tara she usually helps with most of the labs." The brunette turns to you.

"No you're probably better than my partner and our teachers kind of an ass." You laugh a genuine smile breaking through.

Amber continued to listen in and watch, one hand playing with Tara's hair as the two of you spoke.

"She's also in your art class Amber." The girl turned to you.

"Really?" You nodded.

"Yeah." You cleared your throat feeling slight heat creep up on your cheeks. "I actually sit in the desk behind you."

Amber felt conflicted as she smirked at you. you'd managed to make her smile in less than twenty minutes and the only other person capable of doing so was under her arm.

"We'll now you're sitting next to me." Your eyes shot to her in surprise as she shrugged.

Mindy eyes kept moving between the three of you. Usually Tara was quieter sometimes engaging in conversations with Wes or just simply enjoy her girlfriends company as they'd talk about horror films. There was chemistry between you three she was sure of it.

"Hey Y/N..."she interrupted the staring contest between you and Amber. "What do you think of the Stab movies?"

Liv, Chad and Wes groaned as Amber suddenly grew interested to see your response. Tara as always sat back ready to tune out the usual conversation between her girlfriend and the film fanatic. She didn't mind the Stab movies but she much preferred elevated horror especially those that weren't based on true stories. She glanced at Wes who began to stab his food. Like anyone else who was connected to the Woodsboro massacre sometimes you want to forget the past.

"Never seen 'em." Tara then began to get engaged as she noticed both Mindy and Amber freeze in shock.

"Seriously?" You shrug.

The bell rings signaling that it's time for class, next to you is Tara who's hand is clasped tightly in Ambers as she leads you both to her classroom. You give the two privacy by entering the classroom, your eyes unable to look away as Amber tucks a hair behind Tara's ear followed by a soft kiss. You see the softening in Ambers hard exterior as the smaller girl continues to look up at her, nose scrunching in happiness her eyes almost shut completely as she smiles at her lover. Unable to decipher what's being said when the two glance over to you, you quickly look down to your notebook not wanting to be caught.

Tara comes to sit next to you lightly brushing your shoulder as she does. "Amber said and I quote" she clears her throat making her voice just the slightest bit deeper "Tell that loser that it's a crime against humanity to not have watched the Stab films and she's now obligated to come to my house to watch the whole series"."

She rolls her eyes but turns to you hopeful.

"It's usually just us and the rest of the group during movie nights but it would be nice to have someone else with us, so would you want to come over?" Once again your caught in beautiful baby browns and a hopeful smile. If it were anyone else you'd say no but something about the Carpenter girl just tugs at your heart strings. You sigh rolling your eyes at yourself before answering.

"I don't really have a choice do I?" Tara smirks laughing.

"Not really no, so we'll be seeing you after school?" You shake your head.

"I guess so but I have detention with Mrs.Thompson so it'll have to be later." Tara once again does a small dance as you laugh lightly in amusement.

The girl is just too cute.

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After detention you walk to the empty parking lot your bike next to one other car in the lot. Amber Freeman is leaning against it as Tara sits up waving from the passenger seat.

"You forgot to give her your number dumbass."

"Didn't feel like getting beat up by her girlfriend." Amber smirks.

"Just follow me to my house."

You climb on your bike saluting her as she starts her car, the drive to her house not long as you stare in awe once it comes into view. Her house was way better than the small apartment you "shared" with your mom.

"Are you gonna keep staring or are you coming in?"

You take the helmet off and go to follow the two girls. You're directed to a living room with a couch laz-y boy and TV next to a shelf of movies.

Amber goes to pop some popcorn as Tara goes to grab blankets and set up the movie. You feel bad as you watch the smaller girl take a deep breath from her inhaler before she continues her tasks.

"Do you need me to help you with anything?" Your usual harsh voice softens surprising her as only one other person has talked to her that way. She nods slightly dazed before she shakes her head.

"No you're the guest, and Amber and I have this routine down to a T." You nod going to sit on the separate seat.

"Alright loser I ordered us some Chinese because we have a long night ahead of us and since there's no school tomorrow you have no excuses." You just nod at the girl, smirking.

"And if I have plans?"

Her eyes narrow as she leans close to you.

"They're cancelled."

You both stare daring the other to break eye contact when the doorbell rings followed by the boisterous voice of Chad.

"OPEN UP FREEMAN WE WANNA WATCH MOVIES TOO!" Tara went to grab the door guiltily glancing to Amber who sighs.

"You told Mindy didn't you?"

"YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS SHE DID! HOW COULD YOU HAVE A STAB-A-THON WITHOUT ME?"

Amber rolled her eyes as the whole group forced their way in, luckily Chad had bags of snacks and liquor as he snuck by.

"Well Thing 1 I didn't feel like watching the full series with unnecessary commentary."

She scoffed.

"Oh please my commentary makes the films that much better."

Upon seeing Wes, Tara went to you and whispered.

"Would you mind sitting next to me and Amber?" Her soft lips grazed your ear making you shiver. You looked confused before you saw her glance at Wes, a sudden urge to protect her going through you.

You stand and sit next to the girl effectively cutting him off before he could do so. The bleach blonde grumbling as he takes the recliner by himself. Amber takes this in watching the two of you talk softly as she goes to sit on the other side of her girlfriend. She meets your eyes nodding in thanks as you nod back.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT TO YOU ONE OF THE GREATEST HORROR FILMS IN HISTORY!" She whispers to her brother. "Drum roll please.." he begins to bang his hands to his chest as the curly haired girl continues. "BASED ON A TRUE STORY I GIVE YOU...Stab!"

You sat back arm almost going over Tara's shoulder before you stopped yourself faking a stretch and crossing your arms over your chest. Amber chuckled softly to herself noticing, unknown to both of you so did Tara and Mindy.

The film continued on more screams and blood  filling the screen as Tara had one hand on your arm and the other on Amber. You glance to see Wes in almost fetal position eyes barely making it over his knees.

Pussy.

Chad and Liv were too busy kissing to pay attention as Mindy was munching away at popcorn, her commentary cut off not even thirty minutes into the movie, Amber threatened to kick her out.

The doorbell rang making everyone but you and Amber jump.

"It's just the food losers." She stands to get it leaving you and Tara on the couch. The smaller girl cowering into you the minute Ghostface appears again. When she's back the three of you share the cartons of food, which is when you learn Tara's a vegetarian. Mindy complains of being unloved and hungry as Amber throws egg rolls at her. Chad joining in once his lips leave his girlfriends.

"What about me?" Seeing Tara about to hand over her carton of fried rice makes you give the boy yours.

"Here."

The smaller girl gives a grateful smile as her girlfriend passes you a plate with some of her food. You look to Amber who stares until you begin to eat again.

Mindy side eyes the three of you mouth full of grease, pork, and veggies.

Definitely a thing.

It's when the credits roll everyone turns to you in question.

"That was actually a really well put together horror film." Amber and Mindy cheer as the others groan and prepare for the next one.

It was by the third film Wes had to leave due to his curfew, his mom picking him up at 11 as the twins slept on. Liv and Chad had gotten up to "sleep" in a guest room. You, Tara and Amber continued watching as Mindy's talking filled the background.

These suck.

After the first few Stabs you were getting bored, the motives were sloppy and the movies seemed to lose that feeling of nostalgia. Tara and Mindy had fallen asleep halfway through the sixth film and when they were finally done you decided to share your opinion.

"No offense Amber but these newer movies suck." She scoffed and you could see a glint in her eyes as she began her rant.

"I know.." she groaned. "It's like they took everything we loved about the original and shitted on it."

"So how would you fix it?" Her head turned abruptly to you as she began a passion filled speech about the cliches of reboots and how to properly execute a resurgence in film. Her eyes grew wider with excitement and you found yourself enthralled neither of you realizing how close you were getting until she almost woke up Tara. You both cleared your throats.

"We should probably get some sleep." You nod going to pick up Tara. "Where should I put her?"

"I could've gotten her."

"I know you just look a little tired too." Her usually hard exterior chipped a bit and she silently pointed you to her room, where you placed Tara down.

"Where should I sleep?"

"Most of the guest rooms are taken just sleep with us." Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It'll be a tight fit wouldn't it?" She shrugged going to spoon her girlfriend.

"Sleep on the floor then." Your eyes narrowed as you went behind her, wrapping your arms around her and getting in as close as possible.

"Better?" Your breath hit the back of her neck making the girl shiver. She nodded silently a whispered goodnight falling from your lips as you shut your eyes, your hands grazing Tara's the last thing you felt.

Amber went to kiss her girlfriends forehead like she usually did making the smaller girl crack one eye open as she placed a kiss on her chin. A small smile on both of their faces.

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You woke up to the sweet smell of vanilla and a small body wrapped around you. Your eyes opening slowly as you found Tara cuddled up to you still sleeping soundly. Her mouth open the smallest bit as her chest rose and fell with each breath. You pushed some hair from her face looking around to see where Amber was. You heard some movement from downstairs followed by the smell of breakfast. You went to move but Tara's small hand gripped your shirt like a lifeline. A quiet knock and dark head of hair peeking in at the two of you.

Amber smirked rolling her eyes. "She's literally a koala." She moved closer placing a soft kiss on her girlfriends cheek before moving to her ear. "Baby wake up and get off of Y/N."

The smaller girl groaned.

"But she's so comfy." She whined. You couldn't help but chuckle making her shake above you. "Stop laughing."

You and Amber were still amused until someone else decided to interrupt.

"Can you hurry up some of us are STARV-" Mindy looked to the scene before her. "Am I interrupting something?"

Tara shot up from you almost tripping making Amber catch her before she could.

"No." Amber gritted out. "And Mindy I literally told you breakfast would be done in a few minutes."

"Wait did Y/N sleep in here instead of the guest-"

Amber cut her off.

"Will you get out already?! Jesus." The curly haired twin raised her hands up in surrender before leaving.

I knew it!

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After that night you, Tara and Amber were inseparable. You three having absentee parents, similar tastes and just something that fit both of the girls so well you all were unable to part from each-other.

You had all decided to do your usual movie night at Tara's as her mom was "out of town". You were on the stairs staring at some of her childhood photos when you spotted something peculiar.

"Hey Tara?" She came around the corner cheeks covered in flour making you smile.

"Yeah?"

"Who's the other girl in the photo?" You notice her mood dampen and immediately wished you could take it back. Amber was still on her way over, her parents deciding to finally do the bare minimum by checking in with her.

"That's Sam..." a pregnant pause. "My sister." You looked to her in surprise. You and Tara had shared stories about your alcoholic mothers and their lack of control. The endless lonely nights finally being put to a stop as you found solace in the older girl. Texting or FaceTiming one when you couldn't sleep and starting the day with some words of comfort and motivation. Tara was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm sorry-"

"Our dad left when I was 8, Sam she.....she wasn't the same and when she turned 18 she just left." Her breath shuddered as she recalled the last time she saw her sister.

"Tar-"

"I looked up to her and she just left me." Tears began rolling down her cheeks hot and heavy as you pulled her into a hug.

"It's ok Tara. It's ok." You stroked the back of her head as her hands clutched the back of your shirt. You could feel her begin to hyperventilate as you tried to calm her.

"Tara...Tara hey you gotta calm down." You tried wiping her tears but they kept coming.

"They all left me."

The four words broke your heart as she kept repeating them the girl trying to sink to her knees but you kept your grip firm.

"Tara!"

Fuck it.

Your hands pulled her in kissing her softer than either of you expected. Plump lips pushed back softly against your own as manicured nails dug into the back of your neck drawing you closer. A soft sigh leaving her as the two of you broke apart. Your thumb rubbing her bottom lip as you found her doe like eyes boring into yours.

"I'm not leaving you Tara, not now not ever."Her eyes shut as her breathing returned to normal. It was almost the same thing Amber had told her every night when Sam had first left.

"I'm here for you babe, always."

"Sorry I'm late! Where's the loser?!" Tara pushed herself off as she went to the living room you following closely behind. "Hey- were you crying?" Amber rushed to her girlfriend eyes flashing to you in betrayal. "Did you hurt her?"

Taras hands went to her shoulders turning her face back to her. "No I was talking about Sam."

Ambers face softened the anger still in her eyes but no longer directed at you. She scanned Taras face before looking to you. She sniffed the air around her. "Baby is something burning?"

"SHIT!" She ran past her girlfriend to the kitchen as Amber grabbed you and dragged you to the attic knowing Tara would be unable to hear anything.

"I'm sure she gave you the PG Version of everything so I'll explain and quick before she notices we’re gone. Sam got into drugs and slutting herself out to half the town before she decided to leave her little sister with their drunken mess of a mother." Your eyebrows rose as you looked at her. "At some level Tara wants you to know and I'm sure she'll appreciate me doing it this way."

You nod. "We kissed."

Amber stared. "I know."

You gulped as she stepped closer to you. Her hands a blurred movement before you felt yourself being pulled into your second kiss of the night. This one a lot rougher than the last. You eyebrows shot up in surprise as Amber jumped onto you. Your hands finding their place under her thighs as she wrapped her legs around you. You tilted your head lips sliding with hers. You opened up your lips slightly leering her tongue in as her hands tangled into your hair pulling hard. You groaned in slight pain making the girl smile into the kiss.

"GUYS!" You placed the girl down rushing to get back downstairs when you tripped over a box a diary laid open in front of you. In big bold letters the name of Woodsboro's first serial killer staring back at you. You picked up the book lagging behind Amber who went to help her girlfriend plate dinner. As you read the entry you felt yourself freeze right at the kitchen entrance.

"Y/n...you ok?" You glance at Tara before looking to Amber. You passed the taller girl the book before going to take a seat. Her eyes widening as she looked to you and the book in her hands.

"What the fuck?" You nod eyes still on Tara who starts getting frustrated.

"What's wrong?" She turns to her girlfriend sympathetic.

"You might wanna sit down, Y/N grab her inhaler."

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"I want them to pay." Tara's head was on Ambers chest, the two girls had sent you home once Tara was able to function after learning the real reason why Sam left. She was the illegitimate child of Billy Loomis, the real reason their dad never came back. Her mother turning to liquor to drown her sorrows, Tara shook in anger as her thoughts plagued her. Amber brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead.

"They will babe." Tara sat up looking her girlfriend in the eyes.

"No I want to be the one to make them hurt." Amber felt something within her stir. "I want to hurt them like they hurt me."

Amber sat quiet for a moment. "What if we make another movie?"

Tara's eyebrows furrowed as Amber began to get a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"We're going to recreate the same movie your sisters father made and we're going to give it an even better ending."

Tara felt a small smile grace her lips. "How?"

"There's a bunch of movie freaks online that we can use to take the fall."

That night the two began their plan. As time went on Amber turned to her girlfriend sympathetic.

"Babe you know I love you right?" The small girl nodded. "We'll need someone else besides a fall guy, we need someone to help us clean up the mess once everything done."

"But what about me?" Amber lovingly stroked her cheek.

"You're the brain baby now we need brawn."

"Chad?" Amber shook her head.

"Y/N." Tara felt her cheeks tint at the sound of your name.

"I have a confession-"

"No need I kissed her too." The brunette eyes shot open in surprise. "Baby we've both been feeling a connection to Y/N I was just waiting for one of us to act on it, polygamy isn't new and there's something in them that I think makes them perfect." Tara looked skeptical as Amber smirked. "Just trust me, I can prove it."

Amber strode confident to the front door phone in hand and ready to call you. She motioned for her girlfriend to come closer as she began dialing your number. It rang twice before you answered.

"Are you guys ok?" You wasted no time making Ambers smile grow even more.

"We're fine but you should probably come inside." Tara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you walked out from the trees sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

"How'd you-" Amber ran up to you in excitement eyes shining like they had that night she'd discussed her Stab ideas with you.

"Just come inside and listen."

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"You wanna what?!" You stood from the chair. Tara looked to Amber worried who held up one finger to her girlfriend. "Tara will get hurt. You will get hurt."

Taras head snapped to you as Amber tilted her head to the side sauntering to you as she dragged her hand across your shoulders. "Which is why I think you're a much better candidate to help us."

You shook your head. "You'd get in trouble."

Tara felt herself begin to realize what Amber already knew. You didn't care for much else but them and their safety over the months you had become a silent protector to the two of them. Countless incidents of Tara needing her inhaler or a distraction from Wes and you much like her girlfriend would be right there to save the day. Even the rare occasions where Amber was vulnerable you were sure they were kept private and whatever she'd ask for you'd get when Tara couldn't. They were all you had and they felt the same for you. Your parents had failed all three of you and Tara's own sister had abandoned her.

"Not if we're careful." She cut in. You looked to the smaller girl worried but feeling your walls crumble.

"Tara if this goes wrong-"

"It won't." You sigh.

"Besides you two, I have nothing left to lose. College isn't in my cards and there's no one waiting for me at home. You guys have families-"

"That don't care." Amber cut you off as she went closer placing her hand on your shoulder her other hand beckoning her girlfriend over. Tara stepped closer placing a hand on your other shoulder you looked between the two.

"I don't want nothing to happen to either of you."

Tara got closer. "We can't promise nothing will happen but we can promise that we'll make sure we get the ending we want."

Amber smiled at her girlfriend as she turned back to you, lips pressing to your cheek.

"Just think Tara's the brains you'll be the brawn and I'll be the mask, we already found someone who will take the fall." Her lips moved from your cheek to your lips. "We just need you to be our insurance policy. We just need you to say yes."

Your eyes shot over to Tara who's nails scratched the back of your neck. Her brown eyes pleading with you, your attention back on Amber who places a soft kiss on your lips. She pulled away letting her girlfriend pull you in for a kiss as well.

With eyes closed you take a deep breath.

"Yes."

A/N: I should probably update the Wednesday series and catch up on requests but this just popped in my head so I hope you enjoyed it 😅😭

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[incorrect-riordanverse]

finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

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Under The Stars

Prompt 23: Cock Warming Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: When you return home late from work, you notice that your boyfriend is acting really strange. And soon, you will discover the sweet reason why... Warnings: Cock Warming And A TON Of Fluff... 🤭 Word Count: 1.4k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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I had just returned home from work after a long and busy day. It wasn't my intention to work late, but I was relieved that Syzoth was more than understanding when I called him to bear the news. It was a fairly ordinary day, and yet I had a feeling about something—like something very special was meant to happen.

Yawning to relieve some of my exhaustion, I ignored the feeling as I unlocked my door, just wanting to hug my boyfriend. But to my surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and then locked the door before going on a hunt to find my man.

But it didn't take too long to find him, because then I walked into my living room to see Syzoth pearing out the window intently. I watched him for a moment as he stared beyond the glass, as if he were looking for something in the sky.

After a few minutes, I could see his expression change—through the reflection of the glass—from concentrated to excited as he exclaimed in a hushed tone, "Yes!"

"Whatcha looking at?" I asked as an amused smirk toyed on my lips. The Zaterran jumped, spinning around on his heels to face me with a sheepish grin.

"H-H-Hi, sunshine! J-Just admiring how clear the sky is tonight." He greeted me, eyes blown wide, not daring to blink once as his face flushed like his hand got caught in the cookie jar.

"Is that so?" I questioned as I raised a brow, not at all believing his excuse.

"Mmhmm!" He hummed as he began fiddling with his hands. From excitement? Anxiety? Who knows? But then he chose to turn the conversation around, raising his arm and holding his hand out for me to take. "Come with me for a moment."

It was an odd request, but he seemed so eager that I couldn't turn it down. Chuckling nervously, I took his hand.

Quickly, he began pulling me along with him towards my apartment door. Though this behavior from my boyfriend was odd—to say the least—I was going to humor him regardless. Clearly, something was going on behind my back and a part of me was eager to learn what it was.

"Come on," Syzoth said as he took me down the hallway, towards the staircase that led to the next floor.

To say I was confused was an understatement, especially when we reached the very top of the stairs and he began walking—with my hand still in his own—in the direction of the door that led to the roof.

"Syzoth, what's going on?" I asked and he squeezed my hand tightly, as if he expected me to let go or pull away.

"Just trust me and follow!" He chuckled as if my confusion was the cutest, most ridiculous thing in the world to him.

When we finally reached the roof, I was even more surprised to see several blankets laid out on the floor. It was almost as if they formed some sort of warm nest. Beside said nest, there was a basket that seemed to be filled with all sorts of candies and snacks as well.

"What is this?" I muttered lowly since I was too focused on my surroundings to speak. That's when Syzoth placed both hands on my shoulders, spinning me around to face him once more.

"Happy anniversary! I thought we could stargaze tonight as we snuggle up together in these blankets!" Syzoth exclaimed proudly, and my heart both pumped harder with love for the man and leaped into my throat due to the sudden realization that I had forgotten such an important milestone in our relationship.

"Sy, I don't know what to say." I said as my expression turned somber. "I... I didn't get you anything in return."

"Oh, that's ok! That isn't what this is about at all. This is actually more of a bonding experience." He smiled lovingly. I cocked my head with a questioning look set in my eyes, so he decided to elaborate. "Lay down and pull up your skirt."

"Huh?!" I gasped, astonished by what he was asking of me.

"Just trust me on this." He shook his head as a hushed giggle left his lips.

Reluctantly, I did as he said. After hearing the metal sounds of a belt buckle being undone, Syzoth laid down beside me and waisted no time before lifting me up in his strong arms and setting me down so I laid flat on top of him. I was comfortable, but then I felt something between my legs and glanced down. My eyes then widen as they focus on the large cock being hugged between my thighs.

Syzoth then throws one of the blankets on top of us, and then his hands sunk below it to grab his member and line it up with his hole. Sex was the last thing I expected right now, but I wasn't complaining. He slowly pushed all inches within my canel, and my lips parted with a breathless moan as he stretched me out. 

He held still for a moment, which I expected. Being way bigger than me, Syzoth always made it a priority to wait for me to adjust to him before ever thrusting his hips once. But then that moment of waiting lasted for a couple of minutes, those minutes eventually leading to even longer. Confused again, I glanced up at my lover to see him gazing at the stars as a sweet smile curled his lips.

"Syzoth?" I spoke up, my voice breaking the silence. He responded with only a soft hum. "Why aren't you moving?"

"I thought it would be nice if we just enjoyed each other's warmth for awhile." He murmured as his arms snaked around me tightly.

The thought never occurred to me, but damn if it wasn't the sweetest thing I had ever heard. Realizing how loved I felt in this moment, I found myself grinning, genuinely happy and content in this moment. Looking back up at the stars, I thanked the heavens for having a man in my life who truly loved me. I couldn't have been more grateful for him being in my life.

I counted each shimmering star in the sky as I relished in the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his member twitching within my fluttering walls. It was a perfect moment.

"All these beautiful stars in the sky, and not a single one of them is nearly as stunning as you." Syzoth murmured softly in my ear, his warm breath fanning the tender flesh as his thumbs began to gently caress my sides. "I never would have dreamed to find a woman as perfect as you, and yet here you are, in my arms on a beautiful night like this. I truly am so lucky."

I then turned my gaze from the stars to him. I stared into his loving, lime-colored eyes as tears of joy pricked my own. Everything in this moment felt too perfect—good to be true.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming." I demanded softly as I lifted my hand to rake it through his soft hair.

Then he leaned in so his lips were just barely grazing the shell of my ear. Between gentle breaths that warmed my skin, I heard him whisper in the sweetest tone I had ever heard. "This is not a dream, sunshine—this is a dream come true."

Once he pulled away just enough to stare into my eyes again, I quickly pressed my lips to his, sealing them into a passionate kiss. My heart fluttered with pure love for this man. It blew my mind how anyone could treat him as if he were nothing more than a freak. Because to me, he was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. And I swore that his soul was brought down from the heavens when he was born into the world. He truly was the greatest gift life had ever given me.

"I love you, Syzoth." I proclaimed after pulling back from our kiss to gaze into his soft orbs once more.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispered back before placing another sweet kiss on my forehead.

We then gave our attention back to the sky. Soon after, a shooting star beamed across the black canvas above us. Though I did not make any wishes, because in reality, I had all that I ever wanted right with me in the moment.

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Recipe for recovery part 4

As Zoro carried Sanji onto the deck, to the chair waiting for him, he couldn't help but notice how light he felt in his arms. The sound of his scream still haunts him. Zoro didn't know what he would do without the blonde in his arms. Someone had already piled the chair in pillows. Everyone was working together to get Sanji to take it easy and rest. Robin and Nami were already sitting on either side of his chair, Zoro thought it was a bad idea that Sanji would be worried about serving them instead of resting.

“What's that smell?” Sanji asked, sniffing the air.

“Frankys got the grill going,” Zoro told him as he placed him on his throne of pillows. Zoro sure as shit didn't know how to grill. “Luffy and I killed a few animals,” Before Sanji fell, they had to go back to grab them and Namis tools.

“I'll need to do inventory later,” Zoro sat down by the foot of the chair, extra precaution from Sanji attempting to stand.

He and Sanji were both far too alike in that regard. This wasn't something he could train for. When he or a crew member had been hurt in the past it was something Zoro could train, work harder to prevent it from happening again. However there was no out training for a freak accident, an act of nature and bad timing.

“Already done Sanji,” Robin replied with a smile. “I got you something to read, it's a mystery novel. Hannah Swensen runs a bakery, specializing in cookies, called The Cookie Jar. When a delivery man is found, shot dead, in her loading bay, Hannah decides to take matters into her own hands and find the killer herself. It's quite a good series thus far, I'm on book ten carrot cake murder. There are recipes inside, between them and your notes on the crew we can manage until you feel well enough to order us about. I'll hold it for you, Choppers already told us everything,”

“Thank so much Robin, but you don't have to go that far for me. It's my job to take care of and serve you,” Sanji replied.

“Nonsense, now sit back and relax. I have your reading speed timed perfectly,” Zoro had no idea how she did it but it was Robin, if anyone had that figured out it would be her.

“All right! Luffy, are you ready for some Super!! good BBQ?” Franky asked a drooling Luffy.

“Yesh!” Luffy cried, throwing his hands in the air.

Zoro sat back and watched as Franky loaded Luffy's plate with chicken, burgers, ribs, kabobs and hot dogs. Luffy eagerly tucked in.

“Mm! Ish almosh ah goo ah,” Luffy swallowed his mouthful. “Sanjis!”

“Thanks bro, that's high praise! BBQ is my specialty!” Franky struck another pose, his arms above his head. “It's the only thing in can cook to be honest,”

Zoro got up when the second round was ready, Nami right behind him. Robin stayed behind to keep Sanji company. She could easily use her devil fruit to get her own food.

“You'll keep an eye on him tonight right?” Nami asked him when they were out of earshot.

“Yes, I should have been there when he fell,” Zoro knew it wasn't rational but he could still hear Sanji's scream over the sound of crumbling earth. The sight of his bloody mangled body would haunt his nightmares. It was one thing to get hurt during a fight, it was expected even.

“Are you finally going to confess?” Nami asked, loading up her plate and both his plates.

“When he's not on painkillers,” He had confessed to Nami after she caught him staring at the blonde's ass one too many times. She of course had plied him with drinks first, that women sure knew how to make one hell of a drink.

“Good, I'm sick of the pinning and if this accident has taught us anything is there's no time to waste…although Yah don't confess while he's high, I'm surprised he's not loopy,”

“Zoro, Sanji and Luffy's pain tolerance is high, that might be the reason why the medicine isn't kicking in as fast as I would like, Zoro and Luffy burn threw it too fast. Luckily Luffy mostly just needs meat to recover,” Chopper chimed in. “Sanji might be nauseous from the painkillers, so don't put to much on his plate,”

“All right Chopper, whatever he doesn't eat we will just feed to Luffy,” Nami agreed.

“Luffy will eat anything,”

“No alcohol either,” Chopper added.

Zoro whinesed, he was guilty of the last thing, he had drunk plenty of booze when he shouldn't have. They made their way back to chairs, Robin already had a plate on her lap.

“Here curls,” Zoro sat on Namis chair, she sat on the end without a fight. She normally lounged on it like some queen, but today everyone was focused on their cook. “Open up,” Zoro took a small fork full remembering how Sanji didn't just shovel food in his mouth, he took small bites savoring his food.

[two-white-butterflies]

you're losing me (five) | am. targaryen and j. velaryon

Description: Aemond gets sit down and added to his father's will. Viserys hires a private investigator to find out about your background. Rating: General Audiences part four

Aemond couldn't believe that he was giddy at the premise of inheriting his family's business. Fire and Blood Corporations ruled over the world - from trade to the food industry, now he was going to own 49.7% of it - all thanks to you.

"Now I understand that I was the one who started it," Viserys breathes, browsing through the dozens of folders on his desk. "- and I intend to keep my promise," the man signs a piece of paper that had their names on it.

"I will give you my company, and you'll have it after the wedding." his father smiles proudly, clicking his fountain pen. Aemond was just about to sign it, but Viserys pulls the paper back. "- you can sign this after our private investigator sends me the details about your fiancee." Viserys explained, quickly placing the contact inside his drawer. He pales slightly - they were fucked.

His father was going to find out about the debt you had with the IRS, and your father's arrest warrant with the Interpol. He was colossally fucked - and he had no plans in bringing you down with him. Aemond breathes, trying to calm himself down. "Of course, when is that?" he inquired - straightening his suit.

"Next week," Viserys replied.

Aemond felt like relapsing back into his old routine of fucking girls and drinking lots of booze. He takes a nervous bite of his mini Oreos, completely oblivious that you began to make your way beside him. "You okay, honey?" you inquire, placing a strand of his hair behind his ear. He nods his head - not giving you his full attention.

"I want to say something," you hum - pulling the jar of cookies away from his hands. He turns to look at you - eyes softening at the sight of your features. He was fucked - and he seemed okay with that, because he was with you. "What is it?" he asked, the nervousness beginning to flow away from his body.

"I like you." you confess - and that nervousness floods his system. His mind raced through a million thoughts - what did you mean by that? "In a romantic way," you add, staring at the ground. It would be embarrassing if he rejected you.

Instead of using his words - he takes your hands, pressing a kiss on the back of your palms. "And maybe we can turn this into a real thing?" you smiled - he smiles too.

"I love you."

(your first name): not the kind to post a lot, but bah whatever. these series of pics really embody the aesthetic of my new album. (that's not yet finished, i'm so sorry 😭) dress, lover and paper rings are singles - tho some of the things i released (peace and cardigan) are part of the album.

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whiskeyonice: PEACE IS ABOUT JACK IN A BOX RIGHT?

TACO23849: watch her turn 'peace' about aemond 😎 - y/nliverspread: wait?? noo aemond cannot be?? is he?? -TACO23849: here we go again with the memes lol 💀😐

"She owes the IRS a lot of money, sir." the private investigator clears his throat - lowering the piece of paper in front of his boss. He was given a window of one week - but an hour was enough to find information about the pop-star.

"She's not paying her taxes?" Viserys raised his eyebrows.

"She doesn't have money to pay, sir." the man breathes. Anger begins flooding the patriarch's body. He wasn't going to let you marry his son. It would be shameful - it would ruin the family's reputation.

"Can you call Alicent? I need to talk to her." Viserys' lips turn into a thin line.

You were surprised when Alicent invited you for a cup of tea. Your boyfriend's mother kept to herself, only giving you small smiles and nods in the party - but now her entire atmosphere seemed to change. Alicent wasn't smiling or nodding - she was glaring at you.

"I like your ring," you compliment - settling down parallel her body. "It was a gift to me, by my husband. It used to belong to his grandmother." Alicent scowled, the waiter began to place a cup of tea in front of you. "Let me ask you (Your Name), what is your job?" she asked, placing a tart on her plate. You take a deep breath.

"I'm a singer." you answer, taking a small sip of the chamomile blend. "I was a model before I met Viserys - and I quit, because marrying into the Targaryen family is a job." she informed, gazing upon your face to measure every indent. "Pardon?" you breathe, in shock that this was happening to you.

You saw it happen in those Spanish novellas that your mother used to watch. What was going to happen next? Was she going to offer a million dollars so you'll stay away from her son?

"My husband knows that you are drowning in debt, he's not going to let the wedding pull through. If it does - Aemond is not going to inherit the company. Which I assume is the reason that you're marrying him in the first place." Alicent presses her lips into a thin line. Her heart reached out for you - but she loved her son.

Alicent reaches for her handbag, dropping a few thousand dollars to cover the bill. "Please, stay away from us." she pleaded - rising to her feet. "I'm not here for money - I thought I was. I've fallen for your son." you admit, making her freeze for a few seconds.

"- but you're his mother, and you know what's good for him. I want you to remember - when Aemond has children of his own, with a woman that you think is respectable. I want you to remember that it was because of me, and that I chose to stay away." you stand up, removing the wedding band from your fingers.

Stop you're losing me.

You're losing me.

"I don't know what you'll say to him, but I want you to know - that it wasn't hard loving your son." you smile, returning the engagement ring to her. These halls will never be the same again. Alicent's face softens. She opens her arms - welcoming you with an embrace.

"Thank you, (Your Name)" she responds bitterly.

AEMOND TARGARYEN 3:24PM Where are you?

YOU 3:25PM i'm so sorry

YOU 3:26PM they know the truth, that i'm apparently 'drowning' in debt. i don't think that we should be together anymore, and i feel really shitty for breaking up with you over text.

AEMOND TARGARYEN 3:26PM No, we're not breaking up. My mom got to you didn't she?

AEMOND TARGARYEN 3:26PM I don't give a fuck about the inheritance, I'm already rich. I just wanted to give a colossal 'fuck you' to Rhaenyra.

YOU 3:27PM it was never going to work, we're worlds apart.

You reply to him with a deep exhale. It was going to be worth it in the end, because he'd find a woman that was worth fighting for.

A beautiful fool who could hide behind his shadows and appreciate his shine - not you, not a person who had her own shimmer.

(your full name): i had a wonderful time ruining everything, thank you for having me europe 💗

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y/n's kitten: I want to thank Aemond Targaryen for giving us the best bridge in the entire universe. "Your midas touch on the chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure, this dorm was once a madhouse, I made a joke well 'it's made for me.' How evergreen are group of friends, don't think we'll say that word again. And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through. ONE FOR THE MONEY TWO FOR THE SHOW. I NEVER WAS READY SO I WATCHED YOU GO. Sometimes you just don't know the answer TILL SOMEONE'S ON THEIR KNEES AND ASKS YOU. SHE WOULD'VE MAKE SUCH A LOVELY BRIDE WHAT A SHAME SHE'S FUCKED IN THE HEAD. they said, but you'll find the real thing instead SHE'LL patch up your tapestry that I SHRED."

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sexybaby: nah I have beef with him because why is mom's comments suddenly restricted ackk ☹️ -applepie59: Her comments r restricted because americans keep asking her to tour there 💀 which she can't bcuz girl aint paying her taxes -sexybaby: bitch she isn't even in america full time why the fuck is she gonna pay for taxes? -apllypie59: Y/N's kittens stay delulu

y/nismysavior: I'm not heartbroken, also me: Y/N L/N

(your full name): Merci Paris 🥰 I will come back soon

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"How long are you going to keep attending her tour?" Aegon makes his way towards Aemond's hotel room - callously smoking a cigarette knowing that he wouldn't get into trouble because his grandfather owned the building. "As long as I want to." Aemond replied, glaring at his older brother. "Just watching her then? No talking?" Aegon insinuates - eyes narrowing.

"She seems okay." he breaths.

"Well I've been beside you during those concerts and you aren't analyzing her note changes or speeches enough." Aegon rolls his eyes - unable to admit that he was still one of the Y/N's kittens. "And you pay attention to that?" Aemond turns his head, slowly placing the duvet on top of his body. Aegon chuckles, already having a 100 paged slideshow in the back of his mind.

Aegon was able to note how your voice changed when you sang about the greatest loves of all time. How it cracked when you were singing about the snow-globe spinning round and round, and how his brother keeps a picture of you in his office downtown. "Men are so stupid," he shook his head - leaving the room and slamming the door shut.

part six

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

6 - Questionable Law

Part 7

Raised Fair Share Of Hell

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Shutting the top cabinet above the stove I opened the oven letting the fresh smell of baked biscuits fill most of the house. I heard multiple sets of footsteps begin rushing down the wooden and creaky steps before I saw Kayce, Tate and Faith all pile in the doorway of the kitchen. “I figured this would get y'all up this morning.”

“What did you make exactly. I swear I recognize that smell.” Kayce shifted the air trying to place the familiar scent.

I pulled the tray out and laid it down on the kitchen island. “You should know what these are quite well, Dutton.”

“Biscuits! How did you make my mother's biscuits?” Kayce’s face lit up with excitement and awe.

Laying down a rag on the kitchen island I held up the piece of paper that was inside the pocket slip of the apron I was wearing. “I found this in the cookie jar up on the fridge. It’s her handwriting and so I thought I’d give it a shot. So you’ll have to tell me if they’re crap or not.”

“Mmm.” Faith tore a piece of one biscuit and gave the other part to Tate before they both moaned at an enjoyable taste.

Kayce tore half of one apart and tossed the bite into his mouth where I saw a cheeky grin cross his face before he moved around the island cupping my face in his hands. “You’re amazing. Have I told you that?”

“Not recently I must admit.” I smiled back up at him before he pressed his lips down onto mine. He wrapped his arms around my body tugging me closer to his chest deepening the kiss.

Faith and Tate replied in disgust. “Eww!”

“You know what had to happen to make you two right?” I warned them feeling Kayce giving me a confused look when we had slightly separated from one another. “A whole lot of kissing.”

Faith corrected very off guard. “You mean when animals get together.”

“Faith!” I scolded her, feeling my face turning red.

Kayce shrugged his shoulders lightly, chuckling. “You should know they’ll learn all kinds of life growing up on a ranch.”

“Just because I know it doesn’t mean I want her to say it out loud. Uh, come on kids we gotta go to work.” I glared at him removing the apron and hanging it up on the hook.

Kayce picked his hat up from the hook, sitting it on his head and shrugging his jacket on. “I’ll see y’all later tonight - Alissa!” He called my name from the front porch barely having the front door shut behind him.

“Wait here.” I touched the kid’s shoulders crossing the living room and out onto the porch seeing two black police trucks pulled up at the edge of the steps and I saw an officer come up to us. “Can we help you, officer?”

He didn’t even look in my direction. “We’re here to make an arrest, Mrs. Dutton.” He moved around his back twisting his arms around his back, handcuffing my husband right in front of me.

“You can’t do this.” I told him watching him push him down the wooden steps to the police truck.

Kayce called over his shoulder, getting his head pushed inside the truck. “Alissa, call Jamie!” The truck door shut and I watched them drive off feeling my stomach twisting in knots so quotation like it had years ago.

“What do you mean you joined the Navy!” I gasped sitting on the couch with a large round pregnant belly considering I was at my 6th month mark on the calendar.

Kayce was standing in front of me in my parents cabin living room seeing I was clearly upset with him. “Alissa, I’m doing this for our family. For our little girl and you so that you don’t have to use my father’s money to raise her.”

“But we agreed we would raise her together. That's one of the reasons I accepted your proposal.” I throw my hands up in the air feeling tears welling in my eyes.

He noticed the tears coming to sit down on the couch beside me. “Lissa Rae, please don’t cry. Okay I’m not happy about it but I’m trying to do the right thing here.” He wrapped his arms around my shaking body and I buried my face into his shirt sobbing for a few minutes.

“Promise me! Promise me that you’ll fight like hell to come home to us when it’s all said and done.” I lifted my head up from his shirt clutching it under my fingers.

Kayce touched my face with his freehand, keeping one hand rubbing my back. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve never broken a promise to you and never will.”

“Thank you, Kace.” I mumbled snuggling up against his chest and he kept his arms around me just keeping his little family as close as he could for as long as he could before he was shipped off to the Navy.

“Wait out here and don’t go with any strangers.” I told the two kids who I had to sit down on a wooden bench outside the sheriff's office. They didn’t need to hear whatever they were accusing him of. I opened the door and shut it behind me eyeing the officers. “What exactly are you arresting him for?”

“We aren’t at liberty to disclose that with you, ma’am.” An officer responded.

I snapped with a sharp tongue. “I’m his wife. So you will speak to me about whatever the hell you are charging my husband!”

“I didn’t switch any barrel of a gun on purpose. So if you want to point fingers at someone he told me to do after someone told me that they found my gun bullets in Monica Long’s brother.” Kayce began explaining from the night that had killed Lee. John had cremated his body and a few days later he told me they asked to see Kayce’s gun when they did an investigation on how the other guy died.

“Did he waive his right to an attorney?” The office door suddenly opened and I watched his brother Jamie enter the room presenting the lead cop with his lawyer card.

The native guy named Rainwater throws his hands up with a scoff. “He requested an attorney and like magic one appears.”

“We can’t help that his brother went to Law School. Now can you please let my husband go because he hasn't done anything wrong.” I cut in the conversation.

Jamie glanced back at me. “What are the claims?”

“That officer is claiming that Kayce made him switch barrels with him to cover up the fact that he had to shoot the Long brother in self defense.” I entered the conversation standing behind Kayce’s chair.

Kayce ran a hand over his mouth. “When he told me to switch barrels with him I didn’t think you would then accuse me.”

“Kayce.” Jamie sent him a warning out of the corner of his eye.

I throw my hands slightly up. “It’s an easy fix and they’re trying to turn it into something bigger.”

“Is there any forensic evidence that ties my brother to the scene other than a ballistics match to your weapon?” Jamie asked and neither of the officers said a word where he got to his feet heading to leave the room. “You see where I’m going with this. If you have no real evidence then I think it’s time we leave. So switch barrels and everything will be cleared up here.”

The officer got up from his chair taking his gun out along with Kayce’s and slowly switched the barrels before he handed him the gun back. “I’m sorry.”

“Let’s go, you two.” Jamie touched his brother's back leading us outside. I took Faith and Tate by the hand until we were standing outside of the Dutton ranch truck. Jamie had called a car to bring him there. “Just remember that the next time you may get arrested, say nothing until I get there.”

Kayce nodded, looping my hand in his. “Thank you for helping me.”

“I’ll pay you back in biscuits. I managed to re-create your mothers.” I grinned leaning my head on his shoulder and Kayce nodded in agreement before Jamie smiled back at us.

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