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Alright so I appreciate the efforts to listen to Palestinian journalists and promote Palestinian campaigns, and I don't really like starting shit especially with people who are mostly on my side, but this is a terrible take. I'm a second generation Palestinian with family over there. Almost everyone in my family is extremely conservative when it comes to gender and ethnicities besides their own, but wanted Kamala Harris to win anyway (aside from a few of them who moved to the US and think queer people & mexicans are the biggest threat to their lives). Make no mistake, no one thinks she's their savior - they just know Trump will be worse.
This take also completely ignores the situation in Ukraine, and in the US domestically. Trump definitely won't be on Ukraine's side. Nothing more to say here really, just something important to mention.
Talking about how "better" and "worse" mean nothing to you because you've seen so many atrocities is honestly privileged. Sure, your privilege could take you to worse places - I'm glad you're recognizing that things are horrible, but this still lacks the level of personal investment necessary to see the difference between bad and worse. If 1,000 more people die for no reason, that might not be a huge amount relatively, but that's still 1,000 lives and every single one of them has meaning. None of them will say "oh, well, the other candidate in America would have also been capitalist, so it doesn't matter that I died! my death isn't THAT much of a difference." If you can't see that difference, you either can't see beyond black & white in general or have succumbed to doomerism on some level
Lastly, I think 1,000 is a low estimate. We could have protested if we got Kamala. We could have had more paths towards helping Palestinians. Trump is only worse. My family knows that. We don't know how many lives this election will cost, but it will be more than if he wasn't elected, and that deserves frustration and grief.
i've been feeling incredible anger and frustration lately with these posts lamenting what the next four years will look like in the u.s., how much "worse" things will get under the trump administration, as if we haven't been witnessing a holocaust for the past year funded by the biden administration. if you have seen a single video from gaza, a single picture, read a feature from a gazan journalist, spoken to a single person in your inbox when they plead for your attention and help, words like "worse" or "better" turn to ash in your mouth. just yesterday my friend hilda texted me that even when her family manages to get food, smoke from the fire needed to cook aggravates her sinus allergies, making it difficult to breathe. this is how she's been living for the past year and a month, under a democrat-funded genocide.
below is a small fraction of the palestinians who have reached out to me for help with their campaigns. it is a huge source of shame to me that i can't keep up with all of the people in my inbox. please go to their accounts and read their stories. and please give what you can spare.
hilda @hildanasr1 / GFM - 5%
dina @dina179 / GFM - 33%
yousseff @youseffamily / GFM - 92%
suad @suad-khaled / GFM - 51%
nada @nadamd44 / GFM - 1%
asma @asmaayyad2 / GFM - 62%
shehab family @reemshehabnew / GFM - 90%
yahya @yahyabkheet-blog / GFM - 21%
mohammed @mohammed-hassouna1 / GFM - 19%
abdulrahman @3bdulra7manosama / GFM - 9%
mai @abuhamdasblog / GFM - 5%
ibrahim @aburakhiaibrahim / GFM - 22%
mona @mansh99 / GFM - 13%
ahmed @najah-meshal5 / GFM - 16%
noor @noor-yashour / GFM - 10%
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Hello! I'm not sure if you write for Karasu from Blue lock but if do you can I request first time hcs for him? If you don't write for him, Sae works too :D
ⶠfirst time!
itoshi sae + karasu tabito x fem!reader
a/n: i definitely wanna do these for all the other guys after my event ends!
ËËË written for ariaâs 1.5k follower event! ËËË
â itoshi sae
when you and sae first started dating he was quick to try and initiate sex, feeling a bit confused if you were to tell him you wanted to wait.
once you are ready to have sex with him he plays it off like itâs no big deal but he secretly is fighting back his own excitement.
it shows in his eagerness to have you undressed beneath him. he takes your clothes off like a savage and immediately aims to mark you up, kissing and nibbling at your skin as his hands graze your body up and down squeezing and gripping at certain areas. sae is the kind of guy who gets off on the feeling of soft clean skin, so he takes his time appreciating your entire body.
normally heâd be more rough, but for your first time he decides to be a bit more gentle with everything. instead of eating you out like a madman he laps at your clit with a leisurely pace and curls his fingers into you slow but still striking.
heâd fuck you in standard missionary so he can moan softly in your ear and have you moaning in his. also likes to nibble at your neck and jaw.
his pace is at a comfy medium. he just doesnât have it in him to make his thrusts slow and steady, but he enjoys slowing down a bit if only for the ability to make each thrust hit hard against your sweet spot to ensure your nails keep digging into his shoulders and biceps the entire time (his favorite fucking thing omg).
pull out > condom, unless you ask him to wear one which he would be fine with but he prefers not to. keeps his cock snug between your walls for as long as he possibly can. when saeâs close to orgasm he fully nuzzles his face in your neck and wraps his arms underneath you to pull you impossibly closer. he isnât a loud moaner but his soft low groans are like audible porn.
saeâs aftercare doesnât feel like he put in a lot of effort but itâs still good bc he basically just has you do all the stuff he would want to do himself after sex. shower, water, snuggle up.
â karasu tabito
heâd be so patient if you wanted to wait for the relationship to get more serious! heâs a player for sure but when heâs locked in heâs locked in.
he would want to make it a romantic and intimate experience for you, but he wouldnât go all out. heâd take you on a beautiful date before hand and heâd run a nice bath for you after, sweet but not too sweet.
loves foreplay omg donât get me started.
i headcanon him as a beast in the sheets but on the low he loves slow sensual sex. wants to kiss and lick your entire body, have his face smothered between your legs for as long as possible, rubs his cock between your folds so long he almost cums right then and there before stopping himself. loves the way you whimper for him as his tip glides back and forth against your sensitive clit.
heâs got a cheeky smirk on his face the entire time, even while his eyes flutter shut as he slides his cock between your warm wet walls for the first time.
this might be an odd opportunity but i feel like for your first few times with him heâd really amp up the dirty talk and probably drop it later into the relationship unless you happen to really like it lol. heâd drop himself down so he can speak directly in your ear, telling you how good youâre taking him and how incredible you feel wrapped around his cock between his low groans and thrusts.
look at me trying out new themes!! :D
mdni divider creds: @adornedwithlight so cute :3
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ê° đ ê± âee âeeseung [íŹìč] : đrabble!
đ°enre. smut, fluffy fluffy fluff. .Ëâč đčairing. non-idol,,best friend heeseung x fem reader. à»ê± đarning(s). smut, pwp, consensual sex, petname use, praise, dirty talk, nipple play, soft dom!hee, sub!reader, piv, size training?, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!). đord đŹt. tba
đŒynopsis .á size training with your best friend during a sleepover. <3
ê° đŹ ê± đ¶i đ·ote. this is my very first time writing smut, please understand that i may be incorrect in descriptionsâ feel free to correct me and offer your feedback!
if you enjoyed this fic, please like and reblog! it's always appreciated :)
enjoy, my lovely readers. xoxo, mi. âčđč
as usual, the morning began with breakfast at your favorite cafĂ© in townâ headed to campus afterward for your only lecture of the day. once you'd completed class, you'd returned home to relax until your best friend texted you, granting permission for you to come over.
from there, it remained ordinary as you gathered your sleepover bag and keys, shortly arriving at heeseung's within the hour.
he'd greeted you at the front door, smile on his lips and pearly whites on display. "hey, babydoll." his voice was raspy, as though he'd awoken from a nap.
"you okay? you sound tired, hee." you commented in concern, your voice so incredibly soft and sweet to him.
with a clear of his throat, he brushed it off by muttering, "just a long day." to which led you to step inside, your shoes abandoned in the entryway.
of course, you'd made yourself at home in his small flatâ hints of you sprawled across the boy's space considering how often you'd see one another. you made way into his bedroom, plopping your tote bag onto his messy, clothes-ridden floor.
however, the air seemed unusual, tense even, as heeseung entered the room behind you.
pivoting, you face the boy with a skeptical furrow of your brows, eyeing him up and downâ to which he awkwardly remains still, nervously shifting from side to side.
"why're you so quiet, seung?" you question with slight worry, yet mostly confusion due to his atypical silent behavior.
"babydoll." he tries to interrupt, taking a step forward as you continue to interrogate him.
"are you sure everything's okay? do you need some alone time?â" you continued to blabber, to which the boy paused right in front of you, hands settling upon your waist.
"y/n." his low voice finally reaches your ears, causing you to glance up and meet his eyes.
"i'm okay, really. it's just.. not something we freely talk about." he eases your concern, only to pique your curiosity further.
"but 's bothering you?" you ask yet another question, causing him to let out a soft laughâ earning a hesitant, half nod from him.
"well... i suppose you could say that, doll." heeseung responds, his lips curved in a soft smile at your attentiveness to him. one of his hands reach to brush a strand of hair from your face.
"then let's talk about it." you blurt, unaware of the topic on the boy's mind at that very moment.
"oh, you want to?" he questions, eyes darkening as he bites the corner of his lip.
"if it helps, mm-hm!" you confirm in a quick hum, nodding your head in gesture.
"alright, let's talk about it." he agrees, his lips curving up into a mischevious smile.
"see that, sweetheart?" heeseung questions ever so softly, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he stands behind you. one of his arms encircled around your waist, the other extended from beneath your arm, phone in handâ your instagram story from hours ago on display.
"oh! my instagram story? mm-hm." you recognize the photo of you in a pair of petite sleep shorts and the zip-up hoodie you'd borrowed from him. "is it 'bout your hoodie? can give it back, hee." you try to make reason of why he'd be upset, misunderstanding completely.
" 'course not, baby. want you to keep it, actually." the boy responds with a low murmur, his lips lingering dangerously close to your neck.
"wait, then what's botherin' you?" your obliviousness would typically annoy the boy, but in this matter, he'd hoped for you to piece things together yourself.
he stepped even closer, his figure practically molded to yours.
and that's when you realize the issue at hand.
it leaves you speechless, how erected his cock is, from viewing just a mere photo of you.
"y/n, please. i understand if you don't want to do anything intimate with me, but i need to relieve myself because it's so painful." he admits with a soft grunt spilling past his lips, his hips rutting forward and pressing his erection against the plushness of your ass.
"no!" you protest, shifting in his hold to face him. "iâ i mean no, as in don't do it by yourself." you add quickly, hoping to avoid any further misunderstanding.
"i'm sorry?" he mutters in confusion, his brows furrowing in surprise at your response.
"wanna help, hee. can make the pain go away." you reassure, reaching forward to palm him through the layers of his sweatpants and boxers.
earning another grunt from the boy, he breathlessly agrees with a small "fuck," and nod of his head.
and that's what led to you straddled upon heeseung's lap on his gaming chair, naked and bare for his gazeâ a sight he'd never forget, forever engraved in his mind.
not even sank onto his mushroom tip, you stare up at him nervously. one of his hands rests beneath the plush of your ass, the other extended toward your right breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
earning a whimper from your lips, the boy smiles at the sight of you visibly melting into his touch. "c'mon, baby. start with the tip, i know you can do it." he encourages in a gentle tone, continuing to pleasure you by fondling your chest.
" 'm scared, seung." you admit, exhaling as you decide to begin sinking down onto his cock, the stretch being uncomfortableâ but bearable due to the fact it was only the tip.
"doing so good for me, angel." he hisses at the sensitivity, the bulb of his cock throbbing as your warm cavern enveloped him. "gonna have this pussy trained for me in no time." he adds, fighting the urge to buck his hips and rut into you successfully.
"mmph, hee." you babble in discomfort, remaining still for a moment before sinking down even further, half of his cock being swallowed up by your gunmy walls.
heeseung was evidently enjoying the experience, despite the delicious anticipation of filling you to the brimâ his head thrown back as he groans, both hands now grasping your hips.
"easy, ma." he regains his bearings, returning his gaze to you as he tries to help you ease onto his thick cock.
gasping for breath, you decide to simply go for itâ sinking all the way onto his size, hands grasping at his shoulders, biceps; anything to ground yourself through the pleaseurable pain.
it wasn't as though you'd never been dicked down before, just that you'd never encountered someone of heeseung's inches and girth.
"mm, you're so tight." heeseung comments, humming in satisfaction of finally being fully sucked inside of you. his hips buck, fucking his tip further past your gumminess.
"oh, fuck!" you release a high-pitched whimper, your lips parting in an 'o'.
"i know, ma. told you that you could take all that cock." he coos, fingers gripping the skin of your hips so hard that the flesh protrudes between his fingers.
it wasn't long before you'd begun to bounce against his lap, the squelching of his cock's constant enter and exit of your pussy sounding throughout the room.
between his groans and grunts, the boy continued to praise you, his newest little cockslutâ only to elicit needy whines from your lips in return.
it was obvious that by the end of the night, he'd have you fucked to the brink of dumb.
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Honey love, dark eyes
Summary: Halloween night arrives at the Hoffman barbecue, and you find yourself masking feelings again. Word count: 8.5k A/N: Oh, i'm not over... - thank you for your comments, they're so fun lol you all make me laugh !! <3 Hope you enjoy this part.
October 31st. You let your feet drag across the cool bathroom tile, feeling every step. There was something comforting in that small heaviness, your body still lulled by the weight of lunch, and your mind restless, carrying the remnants of memories you'd been revisiting all afternoon. You turned on the shower, waiting a moment before stepping in, the heat closing around you like a second skin. As your fingers combed through your hair, scrubbing it softly, your thoughts slipped forward, out of your control, toward the evening ahead, as inevitable as the pull of gravity.
Last year felt impossibly far away. Sarah had wanted to be a vampire. Youâd found her a set of plastic fangs, which she wore with a grin that pushed her cheeks high up on her face. Her cape was metallic, shiny as foil, falling past her shoulders, and she looked so delighted, bouncing on her feet in front of the mirror. You'd managed to take more photos than you ever needed, laughing at her exaggerated grimaces and capturing her tiny poses. Joel had been there, too, playing along, wide-eyed with pretend fear, leaning away from her âfangsâ in a way that made her giggle. Every single picture was still on your hard driveâphotos from a time you could hardly believe was only a year ago.
This Halloween was different. Sarah had decided on her costume weeks backâan astronaut. Youâd spent the better part of September helping her piece it together, and she was beyond excited. Sheâd be with her friends tonight at a âscaryâ sleepover, which sheâd told you about, bright-eyed and practically bouncing with anticipation. It was strange that she wasnât here. It felt like there was a piece of Halloween missing, but she hadnât felt it that way at all. To her, this was the most exciting plan in the world. Youâd felt it too, in her voice, like a little pinch in your chest.
This would be the first Halloween in years youâd spend without her, alone at the Hoffmans' barbecue. And without Sarah, Joel wouldn't come either. His attendance at these neighborhood gatherings had always been more about you than the event itself, which youâd always appreciated without needing to say it out loud. You could picture him, standing with a beer, blending into the background, jokingly complaining about the crowds. Heâd said he didnât care for the noise, the small talk, and the endless kids weaving through adults like they were on a secret mission. But youâd noticed the way heâd watch Sarah, his face softened as he looked on, his attention lingering in that way that showed he didnât mind being here, really, because it was with you and her. And the two of youâJoel and youâcould talk about anything. He made everything feel like a continuation of one long conversation, like youâd just pick up right where youâd left off, glancing at each other and knowing what the other meant without even saying it.
You could also picture Clara, whoâd come over to him every year, her voice lilting as she placed her hand lightly on his arm, her laugh soft and maybe a bit forced. She had that amused smile, that slight lean toward him whenever she spoke, and you couldnât resist teasing him about it later. Heâd always looked so puzzled whenever you brought it up, though you were sure he knew exactly what you were hinting at. Sheâd been living in the neighborhood for years, a few houses down, in that bright yellow house, and you knew sheâd nursed a quiet crush on him for a while. And Joel, for his part, never seemed to notice.
The thought made you smile, picturing him in that moment, eyes narrowed, brows creased, looking at you as if to say, âWhy would she be interested?â But as soon as you felt the smile, the weight of reality caught up. Joel was no longer in your life in the same way. He wasnât âyourâ Joel anymore, the friend youâd poke fun at and swap knowing glances with. He wouldnât be coming to the barbecue this year. With Sarah gone and things fractured between the two of you, heâd have no reason to come.Â
Maybe this would be the year heâd finally spend Halloween as heâd always said he wanted toâin the quiet of his house, watching a horror movie, the occasional interruption of trick-or-treaters breaking the silence as he handed out candy. The picture of him there, his small, self-contained world entirely separate from you, felt like an ache that had been growing for a long time, quiet and steady.
You missed him. And it made you furious to feel it, like he had somehow taken something from you by hurting you, even though you knew, rationally, that wasnât true. Still, the feeling stuck, simmering somewhere in the background. You hated that you missed him at all.
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Your steps matched Travisâs as you left the house, his voice filling the space around you, his hands carving shapes in the air with his animated gestures. The crisp October air wrapped around you, a lingering autumn sun casting a warm, golden wash over everythingâthe leaves curling on the trees, the lawn stretching out beside you. You hugged your flannel a little closer, fingers brushing over the thick fabric. It was just the right layerâa deep green fleece, oversized, over a worn black T-shirt. You were warm, content, happy even, if only you could hold on to that feeling.
Beside you, Travis was recounting a work spat, his colleagueâs tone and insults reimagined in Travisâs flurry of hands. You caught the edges of his words, murmuring a few responses that seemed to satisfy him. By the time you reached the Hoffmansâ house, you were both following the gentle glow of orange lights strung across the yard, stepping into a scene that felt dreamlike, suspended in that late afternoon haze. There was a large oak tree strung with little yellow lights, glowing faintly in the dying sunlight, the whole place set up in the same meticulous, festive way the Hoffmans always did.Â
Every corner had been turned into Halloween, with cobwebs woven over bushes and pumpkins large and small lining tables, some carved and flickering with candles, others untouched, casting shadows across the tablecloths. Guests mingled at scattered tables, warm drinks in hand, their voices and laughter filling the air with a kind of warmth you hadnât known youâd needed. The grill added a woodsy scent, smoky and rich, mixed with spices that made your stomach hum with anticipation. A few feet away, kids dressed as witches and monsters zoomed around, their laughter spilling into the light breeze, punctuating the chatter of the adults.
It was the kind of evening that felt ripe for sinking into, letting go of all the worries that had weighed on you lately. You wanted to let yourself simply be here.
Travis glanced at you then, his gaze softening in that way he had, his question as warm as his smile. âIâm heading for foodâwant anything?â he asked, eyes moving from you to the spread at the far end of the yard.
You pushed yourself up from the table, your hands planted firmly as if grounding yourself.
âIâll come with youâthis is the best part, right?â
The food was better than ever. Tender, perfectly cooked meat, salads piled high, and a sense of community humming through every bite. You found your spot at the table again, balancing your glass of beer on the edge, the faint strains of music drifting from the outdoor speakers blending into the buzz of voices around you. And then, like some personal invitation to memory, you heard the familiar intro; Eyes Without a Face, by Billy Idol, that unmistakable beat curling around you.
Your shoulders started to sway, almost without permission, and then there he was againâJoel. Just like that, back in your mind, as clear as if he were standing beside you. You could picture itâtwo years ago, slightly tipsy, singing that song in his living room, his hand on your waist, both of you spinning each other slowly to the rhythm, his head tilted back in a deep laugh, voice just slightly off-beat, and you trying and failing to contain your own laughter.
âYou okay?â Travisâs voice pulled you back, concern lacing his tone as he looked at you. Your gaze had been locked on some invisible point on the table, your head leaning slightly, reliving a memory that suddenly felt all too close.
âOhâyeah. Itâs nothing. I just love this song.â
He smiled, nodding knowingly. âItâs a classic,â he said, his fingers tapping along with the beat.
You looked up and there, just beyond Travis, the Hoffmansâ glass door slid open. You stopped breathing for a second. Joel stepped out, looking like heâd walked out of some old photograph, hair a bit damp, dark jeans and a gray and black flannel layered over a plain white T-shirt, a pair of black converse grounding him to this moment. He moved toward one of the tables, brushing his chin absentmindedly, his lips moving in time with the music, glancing around as if he were taking it all in for the first time.
And then his gaze found yours.
You held your breath, as if that could somehow make you invisible, as if that would erase this moment. But his eyes stayed on you, unreadable, a half smile on his face or maybe just a neutral expressionâsome mix of familiar and distant, like he was watching you from a place you could never fully reach. You swallowed, shifting your focus back to Travis, who had his eyes on his phone now, idly typing something while he continued to eat.
âI shouldâve dressed up tonight,â you said, your voice intentionally light, trying to shake the weight that had fallen over you. âI donât know what Iâd be, but still. It would be fun to pretend for a night.â
Travis chuckled, leaning in closer, but you could still see Joel over his shoulder, that steady gaze, watching from his own table.
âI know a party tomorrow nightâmy friendâs hosting, if you want to go with me. We can pick out costumes tomorrow morning, make a day of it.â
You smiled, surprised at how genuinely it formed, pushing your hands together in excitement.
âReally? Iâd love that! I havenât dressed up in years.â
Travisâs face lit up. âThen itâs a date. Weâll figure out the costumes in the morning. Anything you want.â
For a moment, you let yourself lean into that feeling, that lightness in his offer, something to look forward to. Your gaze wandered to Helena and her little daughter by the pool, her laughter carried to you on the breeze, her face illuminated in the soft glow of fairy lights. You patted Travisâs hand and stood up, gesturing for him to follow. He caught on, falling into step behind you as you made your way to greet them.Â
But as you moved, you couldnât shake the feeling of Joelâs eyes on you, lingering there in the space between.
It had been more than a month since you'd last seen Helena. She had traveled back to her home country after her fatherâs death, sorting through family matters, settling things that couldnât be left undone. Now, with her daughter Iris perched on her lap, she looked better, lighter even. There was a calmness in her eyes that hadnât been there before, her fingers tracing gentle circles over Irisâs shoulder as the little girl, dressed as a bumblebee, poked unenthusiastically at a slice of pumpkin bread. You sat next to her.
âHey,â Helena said, catching sight of you with a warm smile that seemed to melt away everything around youâeven the awareness of Joel, somewhere behind you, his gaze like a whisper you couldnât quite shake. âItâs so good to see you. How are you?â
âIâm⊠fine,â you answered, hesitating as your eyes drifted to Iris, who looked up at you with a shy, dimpled smile. âWhen did you get back?â
âA few days ago. I was actually planning to stop by tomorrow,â Helena replied, brightening as she added, âI thought we could have dinner, get the girls together, and our guys.â She gave a little chuckle, nudging Iris lightly. âPaul would probably love having Joel around too. The poor guy spent the entire trip surrounded by womenâmy sisters are wonderful, but you know how it is. It was just him and my dad with all of us, and nowâŠâ
Helena had three sisters, each one of them stunning, with the same striking green eyes and dark hair that she had. When youâd met them last Christmas, it was as though youâd stepped into some enchanted fairytaleâthey moved with an effortless grace, magnetic and ethereal.
Helenaâs eyes twinkled as she turned toward Travis. âYou should come too, Travis,â she said, a mischievous glint in her expression. She shot you a knowing wink, which Travis, ever polite, caught with a smile.
âSounds great,â he replied with an easy grin, though you felt a twinge of discomfort at the mention of âour guys,â the thought of Joel slipping into your mind unbidden. Trying to brush it aside, you nodded and shifted the conversation.
âIs Paul not coming tonight?â you asked, hoping to keep things light.
âNo,â she sighed. âHeâs been swamped at work, trying to catch up after our trip. But I really canât complain. He was so great, staying home with me all this time, so I told him tonight he should just take his time.âÂ
Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice.
âHelena, itâs so good to see you!â Brenda, always the life of these gatherings, came over with her usual warmth, her gaze lighting up as she reached out for Iris.Â
Brendaâs costume was a striking homageâher spiky orange hair and dark lipstick made her look both bold and playful. She wore a white shirt stamped with slogans in block print, a chunky pearl necklace framing her smile. As she was sitting in front of Helena, she caught your eye and grinned.
âI'm Vivienne Westwood!â she announced proudly, preening a little under your gaze.
âYou look amazing,â you said, meaning it. âAnd the food is, as always, incredible. You outdo yourself every year.â
Brenda gave your hand a squeeze in response, her gaze softening, but just as she was about to respond, her attention shifted beyond you, a pleased expression lighting up her face. âOh! Joel, come over here!â
Your body tensed at the sound of his name, feeling as though the space behind you had just closed in. He was there, his footsteps echoing toward you until he was nearly at your back. You wanted to stand up, to avoid the moment entirely, but it would have only made things worseâtoo obvious, too awkward. Brenda couldnât have known. Joel had always been a fixture in your life; it wasnât strange to see him here, even if, for some reason, it felt like he was moving in a world that was no longer entirely yours.
You glanced up, catching sight of Joel as he leaned down to kiss Brendaâs cheek while she patted the seat next to her. His smile was casual, easy, as he greeted the others with a nod, his eyes lingering just a second longer on you and Travis than felt necessary. He looked completely at ease, unbothered by the tension knotting up inside you, sitting comfortably in front of you.
Brendaâs hand rested on his arm as she looked up at him with a fond smile. âWhereâs your Sarah? I havenât seen her all night.â
âSheâs at a friendâs sleepover,â Joel replied, a hint of concern threading through his words, though he tried to disguise it with a smile. âSo Iâm here on her behalf, I suppose.â
âSheâs growing up so fast,â Brenda said, her tone nostalgic as she gave him a soft smack on the arm.
Joel shook his head slowly, a bittersweet smile flitting across his face before his gaze moved to Iris. âTell me about it. I remember when she was this littleâŠâ
Helenaâs hand drifted over her daughterâs hair as she smiled back at him.
âIt all flies by, doesnât it?â she said, her voice soft. âWe really have to hold on to these moments.â She turned toward Travis, and he nodded, a gentle look in his eyes as he watched Iris.Â
âHow old is Sarah now, Joel?â Travis asked, and you noticed a subtle shift in Joelâs expression, a kind of hesitance before he replied.
âTwelve,â he said, his voice quieter, his gaze falling briefly before meeting Travisâs, smile dissapearing.
âTwelve?â Brendaâs tone was incredulous. âI still remember the day you moved in, Joel! She was so little then, a perfect little angel! And youâhow old were you then?â
âTwenty-seven,â Joel answered with a wry smile, a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
âYou were just a kid yourself,â Brenda replied, shaking her head. âAlways working, always rushing somewhere. And always putting your baby first.â
Joelâs smile softened, his eyes meeting Brendaâs with a warm gratitude.
âI couldnât have managed without you,â he said simply, as though she understood all the years of support and help she had given him.
Helena glanced over with a thoughtful look. âDidnât you just have a birthday, Joel?â she asked, her voice casual, but the question landing with a weight that made your heart leap.Â
âThat's right,â he murmured, looking down at his hands as he fiddled with his fingers against the edge of the table. âSeptember twenty-sixth.â
âHey, happy belated birthday then,â Helena said brightly, her smile lighting up the words. âDid you have a nice time?â
Joel looked at you briefly, and something flickered there, like he was turning over a memory he hadnât expected to find. He shifted his gaze back to his hands. âIt was good. Full of⊠surprises, I guess. Pretty sure Sarah told you all about it, huh?â He shot a glance at Brenda, as if grateful for a way out of the conversation.
âOh, I heard all about it from Sarah,â Brenda said, grinning, her gaze settling on you with a warmth that made you blush. âYouâre a lucky guy, Joel, to have two sweet girls looking out for you like that.â She patted his arm. âIâll make up a little bag of candy to take home to her, all right? I know she loves the caramel ones.â
You smiled, trying to ignore the prickle of Joelâs gaze on you. And then a feeling dragged you back to years before, to when his Sarah was just three. You could pictured her as a toddler with wide eyes and a toothy, mischievous grin. Joel had shown you those old photos once, and you remembered how adorable she looked, her tiny hand clutching a toy tightly. Sarah had his smileâthat same easy warmth, with eyes that crinkled and all but disappeared whenever she laughed. That gesture was even present in Tommy, now that you thought about it. Maybe it was purely a Millers thing, but itâ
You realized Brenda was talking to you and straightened up, feeling your cheeks warm.
âSorry, what?â, you asked.
Brenda chuckled, looking at you with a soft smile. âI was just asking, how old was Sarah when you first met her?â
âShe was eight,â Joel answered before you could, glancing at you with a faint smirk.
"Yeah, eight," you echoed the number, ignoring the way his gaze moved over you, lingering with a warmth that felt almost invasive.
At that moment, Helena called Brendaâs attention back to a conversation about Christmas and Irisâs upcoming birthday, but Joelâs eyes stayed on you, searching your face like he was looking for something only you might understand. You tried to keep your own expression neutral, feeling Travisâs hand come to rest on your knee under the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. The warmth of his touch helped you to breathe a little easier, though Joel didnât miss the gesture. His gaze hardened as he glanced down, the line of his jaw tightening slightly.
Clearing his throat, he leaned forward, finally addressing Travis. âSo, howâs business going, Travis? I heard something about real estate taking a hit. Times are rough, arenât they?â
Travis, completely unfazed, nodded, his hand still on your knee. âIt is. At least for now things are still good, but of course, I can speak for myself.â
Joel gave a slow, mocking nod, feigning an interest he didnât feel. âWell, you seem quite competent. I have no doubt you sure are handy with business. Is your dad still running the company?â
Travis smiled, oblivious to the subtext that hung in Joelâs question. âYep, still going strong, but I think heâs planning to retire soon. My old man is tired, I think.â
Joel raised his eyebrows in a mock gesture of understanding. âMakes sense. Iâm sure youâll do fine. You seem like the kind whoâs got a knack for that⊠you know, the charm. Every successful businessman needs a little bamboozling spark, donât they? And I... I think you fit the role.âÂ
âJoel,â you warned quietly, hoping to temper the tension you could feel growing at the table. But Joel merely looked back at you with a faint, defiant smile, ignoring the caution in your eyes.
Travis, patient as ever, simply shrugged. âI appreciate your good faith, Joel. It means a lot coming from you, I know what a hard worker you are.â
The kindness in his tone, the sincerity in his eyesâit made your heart soften. You turned to look at him with a warm smile on your face, how was he immune to the sharp words of the man in front of him? And Joel had a special talent for formulating painful and provocative sentences, but apparently Travis was not the easy guy to gnaw on. And you were grateful for that.Â
He turned to you, his eyes warm as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. âIâm going to get us some drinks. Need anything, beautiful?â
You shook your head, managing a small smile. âIâm good, thanks.â
As he rose and walked away, he gave your shoulder one last affectionate squeeze. You noticed Joel watching Travisâs every move, his expression darkening, and once Travis was out of earshot, Joelâs gaze returned to you. He didnât bother to hide his irritation, his eyes narrowing in an almost accusatory way as they moved over your face, searching.
âJoel, really,â you whispered, leaning in so only he could hear. âYou donât have to treat him like that. Heâs never done a thing to you.â
A smirk flickered across his lips, and he leaned closer, eyes dancing with a kind of challenge. âTreat him like what?â
You shook your head, pulling back to put some distance between you, but Joelâs gaze followed, steady, like he was waiting for you to react, hoping for it even.
Murmuring an apology to Brenda and Helena, you stood, slipping away to the table by the big oak tree where your empty plate and half-full glass still sat. You picked it up, taking a long drink, grateful for the quiet moment, even as you felt his eyes on you from across the garden.
Travis appeared in front of you, a warm smile on his face as he handed over a small plate with a chocolate cupcake, topped with a dollop of cream shaped into a ghost and dusted with coconut. The sweet smell hit you right away, and you leaned in, inhaling the scent, your mouth already watering. You took a bite, savoring the rich chocolateâit tasted like all of Brenda Hoffmanâs best baking, delicious and indulgent.
âMaybe after the barbecue, we could head back to my place for a while,â Travis said, his expression slightly tentative, as if he wasnât entirely sure of your response.
âThat sounds perfect,â you replied with a small smile, trying not to feel self-conscious. As you savored another bite, you glanced toward the pool where Joel was still deep in conversation with Brenda, Helena, and Iris. A moment later, you noticed Clara, all golden hair and easy confidence, sliding into the seat youâd left vacant. She placed two plates on the table, one for herself and one for Joel, who glanced up as she settled in, looking pleased.
Travis followed your gaze, then turned back to you with a knowing look.
âHe hates me, doesnât he?â he said, sounding almost amused, though his eyes held a faint hint of confusion. âI think I might understand why, i mean, i think i know why butâŠâ
You blinked, feeling that all-too-familiar twinge of guilt.
âNo, he doesnât hate you,â you said, brushing off the thought. âHeâs just acting⊠well, like a jerk.â
Travis nodded slowly, digesting your words, but then his eyes softened with curiosity.
âYou donât have to answer this if you donât want to, but⊠what happened with you two? Werenât you best friends? I remember you two were always together, but latelyâŠâ
You sighed, feeling the tension build as you searched for a way to answer. Travis didnât need the full story, not yet.
âLike I just told you, he's acting like a jerk,â you said, and it didn't take long to sense that Travis wasn't satisfied with your answer.âHonestly, we just⊠had an argument a few weeks ago,â you said, carefully choosing each word. âItâs been weird between us since then, I guess.â
Travis seemed to sense that you didnât want to go deeper, and thankfully he let the topic slide, moving the conversation in a new direction as he began to tell you about the last book heâd read.
âI just finished The Red and the Black, actually,â he said, his gaze turning thoughtful as he picked up his fork, poking at his plate absently. âI didnât like Madame de RĂȘnal. I thought her choices were a bit⊠unconvincing.â
You laughed, covering your mouth as you swallowed the last bite of cupcake. âWell, we're talking about revolutionary and passionate times, you know. I mean, Stendhal had his characters reflecting all that intensity. Have you read Goetheâs Werther?â
Travis smirked, shaking his head. âAh, yes, the Werther book. The one with the famous suicide, right?â
You grinned, raising an eyebrow. âThatâs the one. The famous suicide and the iconic outfit. I know it gets heavy, but Iâve always liked it.â
He chuckled, nodding as if to humor you.
âMy sister made me read it as a teenager, actually. I thought Werther was too⊠sentimental for my taste.â
You tried not to smile too widely, picturing a young, disinterested Travis, brow furrowed over Goetheâs verses.
âI get it. I was probably more sympathetic to Werther than I shouldâve been. Iâve always been a bit of a romantic myself, so maybe it made sense to me. Though Iâll admit, he does get insufferable.â
âDefinitely insufferable,â Travis said, still amused. âIâve always been more into horror anyway.â
The comment made you smileâTravis had a whole shelf at home stacked with DVDs and old VHS tapes of classics like Nightmare on Elm Street, Cujo, and The Birds. Youâd teased him about it, of course, but there was something oddly endearing about it too.
As the conversation flowed, a faint twinge made itself known in your stomach, and you shifted in your seat, trying to ignore it. Youâd had a glass of beer and two tall glasses of water before coming over, so the feeling wasnât exactly a surprise.
âIâll be right back,â you murmured, excusing yourself as you rose from your spot.
In doing so, you glanced over Travisâs shoulder, only to catch sight of Joel and Clara by the pool. Brenda had moved elsewhere, leaving Clara at Joelâs side, closer than casual. She was leaning into him, her hand resting against his shoulder, tucking a stray curl behind his ear, her laugh light and flirtatious. Joel didnât seem uncomfortable with her proximity. In fact, he was smiling back at her, his gaze locked on hers in a way that made your heart sink just a little.Â
You looked away, feeling a strange pang that you couldnât quite justify. Had he been ignoring Clara before simply because you were there, next to him? But now, alone with her⊠he didnât seem to be ignoring her at all.
As you headed toward the house, you forced yourself to shake off the thought. You slipped through the door and let out a sigh of relief, the cool interior air calming your nerves. Walking quietly down the hallway, you reached the bathroom and knocked gently to check if it was free. It was unoccupied, so you slipped inside and closed the door behind you. You paused by the mirror, glancing at your own reflection, almost surprised by the tension in your eyes.
What was Joel doing, looking at Clara like that? Wasnât he still with Sienna? And what would she think if she saw him now, flirting? It was hard not to wonder if Sienna was like Clara, someone completely different from you.Â
Clara was a flash of brilliance, a woman who looked like sheâd walked off a magazine cover, golden curls that fell like soft waves of sunlight, her skin bronzed from Texas summers, her green eyes glinting with a brightness that made her seem almost elemental, like an extension of the sun. Her voice was soft, delicate; every word felt chosen, measured. She was flirtatious, always laughing, always seemingly content with the way things were. You could almost imagine that Clara might be Joelâs typeâa vibrant, sunlit presence. It would make sense; he was her opposite in every way. When you thought of Joel, you thought of nighttime, the murmur of crickets outside a darkened window, strong coffee and smoky whiskey, a deep, hidden undercurrent.Â
And you? You werenât sure what you were. You werenât quite the night, nor the day. Maybe you were something in between, or maybe you were just⊠undetermined. You wanted to think you had some affinity with the moon, but even that seemed too defined.
You sighed, breaking your gaze from your reflection as you felt an urgency to finish up. A moment later, you were washing your hands, the warm water and lavender soap grounding you a bit as your mind drifted again, wandering along with the suds down the drain. You dried your hands with a soft cotton towel, inhaling the fresh, clean scent.
But when you opened the door, you froze in place. Joel was standing there, leaning casually against the wall, his hands tucked behind him. He had been staring at the floor, but as soon as he heard you, his gaze flicked up. There was an intensity in his expression that made you pause, waiting for him to say something, to step aside, to let you pass. But he didnât move.
When he finally spoke, his voice cut through the small space like a slow crack.
âAre you with him now?â
âWith who, Travis?â you said, sounding more dismissive than youâd intended.
He raised an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
âWho else? Or is there another I donât know about?â
You took a few steps closer, folding your arms, letting your expression go cold and tight, the same way it always seemed to be now, whenever you looked at him.
âI really donât think thatâs any of your business, Joel.â You lifted your chin. âI mean, last time I checked, you havenât been all that open about your life either. So why would I tell you anything about mine now?â
Joelâs smirk twisted into something sharper. âDidnât stop you from telling Tommy, did it?â
You shrugged. âWell, youâre not Tommy.â
Joel scoffed, crossing his arms, clearly entertained. âTelling Tommy is practically the same as telling me.â
You lifted an eyebrow, unfazed. âIf it makes you feel better, go ahead and believe that.â
But his amusement faded, and he looked at you with something almost searching, like he was trying to find a trace of the way you used to be with himâkind, understanding, open in a way that had made him comfortable. You saw the shift in his face, in the way his eyes flicked between yours, like he was looking for some doorway back to that version of you. But she wasnât here. Or maybe she was, just not for him anymore.
Then he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping lower, almost a whisper, as he asked, âDid you sleep with him?â
The question hit you, and you stayed silent, unsure if an answer would expose the bitter knot you felt at your center. You hadnât slept with Travis, not yet anyway. But Joel didnât know that, and you found a petty thrill in letting him wonder, letting him believe what he wantedâthat other hands, other lips had erased him from your memory, replaced every touch. That he had no longer been the last man to touch you. It was pathetic, you knew it, but the curiosity to see his reaction was stronger than anything else. So you decided not to answer, to let the silence lie for you.
So you simply met his gaze, letting silence serve as an answer, your lips lifting in a faint, cryptic smile. And then you saw the moment he believed it: his jaw tightened, his breath went shallow, and his eyes seemed to darken, hardening.
âLike I said, none of your business,â you finally said, feeling something small and satisfied flare inside.
Joel chuckled, but it was a grim sound. He looked down briefly, and when he looked back up, there was an almost cruel gleam in his eye.
âDid he know where to touch you?â
You scoffed, turning the question back on him. âDo you really want to know?â
The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You knew Joel well enough to know he would go there if he could. But you couldnât let him gain the upper hand, not here. If anything, you needed to keep him off-balance, keep him uncomfortable.
âOh, Iâm all ears,â he replied, his smile gone now, leaving only a hard, steady gaze that felt like it was drilling into you.
You felt your cheeks flush, but you held his gaze, determined.
âHe was the best Iâve ever had,â you said, letting each word hang in the air, daring him to question it. You tilted your head, feigning a fond, private recollection. âGentle, but rough when I wanted him to be. And you want to know the best part?â
Joelâs throat bobbed as he swallowed, and for a moment, his expression softened. The dark look in his eyes deepened, his smile long gone.
âAfterwards, when I woke up,â you went on, drawing out each word, âTravis was still there.â
Joelâs head dipped, his eyes dropping to the ground, and you took a brief, selfish moment to take in the sight of him, almost broken in front of you. But something twisted in your chest; the satisfaction felt hollow, quickly replaced by a pang of something closer to pity, almost regret. You had an impulse to reach out, to tell him you hadnât meant it, that Travis wasnât even in the picture, that he hadnât been the best or the first or anything. But you couldnât allow that.Â
You had to remind yourself why youâd stopped letting Joel inâhow heâd left you out in the cold, how heâd made your feelings seem like nothing, as if they didnât matter enough to consider. You had to remind yourself of Sienna, this woman who felt like a ghost, hovering between you and Joel, even though youâd never even met her. And if he was really with someone else, what was he doing here, pushing and prying, acting like he had the right to know these things about you? Why was he acting like he cared if youâd moved on, or if you were with someone else, when he was so openly flirting with Clara just a few minutes ago in Brendaâs backyard? Had he become a complete asshole, or had he always been like that and you were just now realizing it?
As the memory of it all flooded back, the tenderness you'd felt earlier drained away, replaced by a familiar, suffocating anger. It surged up from somewhere deep inside you, visceral and sharp, and before you could stop yourself, your body moved instinctivelyâstepping back, away from himâuntil your back hit the cold wall by the bathroom door. The impact was jarring, but it felt like a small, needed separation.Â
Joel didnât speak right away. He stood still, his eyes shifting downward, slowly, moving over your body, before meeting your face again. His expression was unreadable, like a mask he didnât quite know how to remove. It irritated you, this silence, this uncertainty that hung between you two like an unwelcome guest.
Finally, you broke the tension, pushing yourself off the wall and stepping back, away from him. But just as you tried to distance yourself, his voice vibrated through the air, low and deliberate, cutting into your thoughts.
âThatâs mine,â he said.
âWhat?â you managed, almost gasping, your eyes darting between his face and his hands, as if looking for somethingâanythingâto explain this new, impossible tension.Â
Joel didnât move. He was still, a presence that loomed larger by the second. His gaze was steady on you, tracing your body and your face, slow and deliberate.
âThe flannel,â he repeated, his voice dropping lower, rough around the edges. âItâs mine.â
You looked down at the fabric, the soft, familiar warmth of it, and felt a sudden jolt. God. He was right. It was his. But it had been yours for years. You'd worn it so often, so comfortably, that you'd forgotten it ever belonged to anyone else. Maybe he'd lent it to you once, a lifetime ago, on one of those cold nights when you both sat under blankets. But heâd never asked for it back, had he? He never seemed to care, and you never thought to return it. It had just... stayed with you.
When you lifted your eyes back to him, Joel had moved off the wall, stepping toward you with slow, deliberate steps, closing the distance between you. Too close. He was too close, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body as his presence engulfed you.
âWhat happened?â His voice was soft, but there was a simmering undercurrent, a teasing tone that made your pulse quicken, though you werenât sure why. âDid you forget to include it in your little box when you gave everything back to me?â
You felt a bitter chuckle bubble in your throat, an angry little sound that you couldnât quite hold back. You shook your head slightly, irritated, your chest tight as you opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you, his words coming fast, sharper than before.
âDoesnât your little boyfriend mind you wearing another manâs clothes?â he asked, his voice dripping with something like disdain, like he had been holding that question inside for far too long. His eyes darkened, gliding down to the fabric again, then to your body, before he reached forward, his fingers brushing the edge of the flannel as if testing the boundaries. âOr does he already know this isnât the only thing of mine thatâs wrapped around you?â
A shiver ran through you, a mixture of anger and something elseâsomething hotter, something less easy to define. You didnât want to feel it, but it was there, and it was impossible to ignore.
No. This wasnât about that. This was about himâhow dare he?
In a sudden movement, your hands moved to the buttons of the flannel, fumbling with them in a rush, eager to take it off, to rid yourself of him. But as you tugged the fabric down over your shoulders, you felt Joelâs hand close around your left wrist, his palm warm against your skin, halting you, slowing you down. The touch was too familiar, too intimate, and it sent a jolt of something you couldnât quite identify straight to your stomach.
âNo,â he said, his voice suddenly low and commanding, like he was trying to anchor you, like he was trying to hold you in place. âItâs yours. Donât take it off.â
You snorted, a dry, incredulous sound, and with an almost violent motion, you yanked your hand away from his, finishing the job of removing the flannel with a sharp tug.Â
Joelâs jaw tightened, his eyes darkening further, and for a moment, you could see the effort it took him to stay still. His eyes lingered on you, tracing your every move, as you held the soft fabric against his chest. You could feel the air shift, feel the weight of his gaze on your skin, and your heart beat a little faster.Â
You looked up at him, the anger suddenly spilling out of you. âNo. Youâre right. Itâs yours. I should have given it back to you a long time ago.â
His hand moved up to his chest, over yours, taking the fabric from you with a slow, deliberate motion.
âPut it back on,â he said, his voice softer now, like he was trying to smooth over something that had frayed. "It's cold outside."
You wanted to fight it, to say something sharp, but your irritation bubbled up before you could stop it.
âGood thing I live across the block, then,â you blurted, the words coming out thicker with frustration as you pulled your hand free from under his, feeling the heat of his fingers linger on your skin.
Joel's patience was running thin. His hand shot out again, grabbing the flannel in a fist and pulling it closer to you, the fabric stretching between your bodies.
âStop being so stubborn and put it back on,â he said, his tone more demanding, more urgent. His voice had a sharpness to it now, almost like a warning.
Something inside you snapped. You shoved his hand back hard, with as much force as you could muster, pushing him awayânot enough to hurt, but enough to make your point. His body didnât move, though. It stayed solid, unyielding, the broadness of his shoulders making you feel small, like you were being swallowed by his presence.
Frustration bubbled inside you, gnawing at your chest as you turned sharply on your heels, determined to leave. Your steps were quick, purposeful, as you made your way toward the hallway exit, the air heavy with everything left unsaid between you and Joel. But then, a firm grip wrapped around your wrist, dragging you back to him. You pivoted on instinct, meeting his gaze with eyes darkened by anger, sharp and focused.
For a moment, your mind flashed with the impulse to tear his hand off your wrist, to wrench it away and walk out of this whole mess. But you let it go. Instead, you locked eyes with him, your breath catching as your irritation turned into something more potentâexasperation.
âEnough, Joel,â you said, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. âI'm tired of fighting with you.â The words spilled out before you could stop them, and inside, you couldnât help but wonder how it had come to thisâhow two people who once fit so easily together had ended up here, so broken and scattered.Â
âThen letâs not fight,â he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was pleading. There was a quiet desperation in his words, a slight hitch, as if he was offering a fragile truce. âWe canââ
âIâm afraid thatâs impossible,â you interrupted, your words sharp and cold, the bitterness clinging to every syllable. âI canât stand you anymore.â As soon as they left your lips, you realized how hard and cruel they sounded, but you didnât care. You were exhausted. Tired of the games, tired of the back-and-forth. The anger inside you surged again, hotter than before, as his fingers tightened around your wrist, forcing you to feel the weight of it. Desperation.
âDonât look for me,â you continued, the words raw and unrelenting. âDonât talk to me anymore. Donât look at me. I donât want anything to do with you. Iâve had enough of all of this. If I could go back in time, Iâd change everything, Iâd avoid all of this shit.â The heat in your chest built as tears threatened, burning behind your eyes. âBut I canât. I canât do anything about it, and neither can you, so leave me the fuck alone for once. Avoid me if you can and Iâll avoid you. Pretend I donât fucking exist. I don't know. Just stop it, Joel.â
The impact of your words hit him like a physical blow. You saw the flash of pain in his eyes, the way his mouth twisted, his face contorting in a wince. Something inside you sank, and for a moment, regret pierced you. But then, the anger pushed the guilt aside. He hadnât been considerate of you before, had he? And that thought, that realization, let the remorse slip away.
His grip loosened just slightly, but he didnât release you. Instead, his fingers trailed down to your palm, stroking it gently with his fingertips, his breath shallow and measured, like he was holding himself back from saying something more.Â
For a moment, you both stood still, suspended in that space, him looking at you, and you trying not to look at himâwaiting, anticipating what would come next. What was the right thing to do now? You should walk away. Right now. Now.Â
But then his voice, quiet and soft, cut through the air.
âYou donât need me anymore?â
âNo,â you said, the word escaping before you could stop it. The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, and the second it left you, you could feel it: the squeeze in your chest, the twisting of your heart. It wasnât true, not really. But you wanted it to be. You wanted it to be true more than anything.
Joelâs eyes flickered, just for a second, like they were searching for something in your face that wasnât there. His expression faltered, his hand falling away from yours, his gaze dropping to the floor, as if the weight of your words had crushed him.Â
âI know thatâs not true, baby,â he whispered, his voice rough with something you couldnât name, but it was too much. You couldnât bear to see it.
You shook your head, refusing to let the crack in your own resolve show.
âMaybe not, yet,â you said, your voice colder now, harder. âBut Iâll do whatever it takes to make it true.â
With that, you turned away before you could second-guess yourself, before you could see his reaction and let the guilt undo you. You didnât want to stay. Not now. If you stayed a moment longer, you knew you would apologize, youâd cave, youâd let him back in. But you couldnât. You couldnât keep doing this.Â
You walked quickly back to your seat, each step carrying you farther away from him, from the tension that had become unbearable. You barely noticed Travisâs worried look when you sat down next to him.
âAre you all right?â he asked, his voice laced with concern. âYou were gone a while.â
You nodded, forcing a weak, half-smile. But inside, it felt like everything was crumbling. Your bones felt brittle, as if they might snap with the weight of it all. Your body had turned to lead, your muscles drained of all strength. Your eyes, heavy with unshed tears, were a reflection of the ache in your chest.Â
You just wanted to go home, crawl into your bed, and never come out. The lump in your throat grew larger with every second, and the cold air stung your neck, making you shiver.
âWhat happened to your shirt?â Travis asked, noticing the way your body had become tense and cold.
You didnât answer, relieved when he stood and came to stand beside you. You watched as he shrugged off his jacket, his movements gentle, as he draped it over your shoulders and helped you tuck your arms into it.Â
Once you were warm, Travis slipped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into him, his soft kiss to the top of your head offering a fleeting moment of comfort. You couldnât help but lean into him, resting your head on his collarbone, inhaling the familiar scent of his perfume. For a moment, you allowed yourself to feel the comfort of being held, the peace of someone who wasnât trying to tear you apart.
But then you heard itâthe sliding door opening. And you knew.Â
When you opened your eyes, you saw him. Joel. Walking out of the house, his pace slow, deliberate, as he clutched the flannel shirt in his left hand. His eyes were cast downward, but when he looked up, they locked on you. His expression shifted, something unreadable in the way he looked at you, and your stomach dropped.Â
He walked toward his table, his fist clenching the fabric so tightly that his knuckles went white, his gaze never leaving you. You couldnât look away either. It was like a magnetic pull.Â
At his table, Carla was waiting, her eyes fixed on him like a hawk circling prey. You felt an involuntary surge of disgust. You wanted to stand up, to march over there and shake her, to tell her to leave, to stop, that she was being pathetic. But then, the sharp, bitter truth hit you: Carla wasnât the problem. You were. She reminded you of yourselfâthe way youâd clung to Joel, the way youâd let him define you.Â
Joel spoke, his voice angry and loud enough for you to hear from where you sat.Â
âIâm going home,â he said, his eyes cutting through Carla as he raised his head to her height. Then he pulled back, holding out his hand. âY'wanna come with me?â
And there it wasâthe knot in your chest tightened. Carla nodded, flushed with a victorious smile, and took his hand. The same hand that had held yours just minutes before.Â
You closed your eyes, sinking further into Travisâs embrace, the ache in your chest spreading, overwhelming.Â
You couldnât leave now. Not with him walking out, not with her next to him. What would you do? Cross paths with them on the way out? Watch them walk away together? The thought was unbearable.
âCan we go to your place for a while?â Your voice was small, almost breaking as you whispered into Travisâs chest.Â
âSure thing, honey,â he murmured, the warmth of his body offering a small, fleeting comfort against the storm of emotions inside you.
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Got Milk?
In which you ask your neighbor to borrow a glass of milk for a recipe.
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
CW: None
You wish you could say there was a first for you.
That deep down you were some uber-responsible twenty-something who made their grocery list and checked it twice, but you werenât. This was the third time this week youâd forgotten something from the grocery store and only realized when it was that exact ingredient your recipe depended on.
It wasnât even like you cooked often. You were a habitual air-fryer indulger whose culinary portfolio consisted of elevated cup ramen and just-add-water pancakes.Â
But your sister was coming over, and you wanted to surprise her with her favorite chili oil pappardelle pasta. Hence, you needed a few more ingredients than your usual frozen dinners required, one of which was milkâan ingredient you realized, as you looked in your fridge, you were completely out of.
The minute hand ticked loudly, and your head snapped up to glance at the cupcake-shaped clock, which was slowly approaching 8:30âgiving you less than an hour to finish your meal.
With time counting down, you had two choices for getting the milk: First, you could run down to the corner store and hope the creepy cashier wasnât working tonight. That normally wouldnât have been a massive concern, but it was winter, which meant it was dark outside already. And honestly, your sister's pasta just wasnât worth the risk of dealing with someone who gave you the shivers. That left you with the second choice: flashing your best smile and begging your neighbors for a cup.
To the right of your apartment were Mrs. Hyde and her wifeâtwo sweet old ladies who smelled like vintage perfume and flabby wine. Unfortunately, they went to bed at 7 p.m., so that was out. On the left were Mikael and his daughter Erin, but you two never quite got along, so that wasnât an option either. Which left the one who lived across the hallway. He was supposedly a 'charming young chap' (according to the Hydes) and had lived there longer than you, but youâd never seen him.
Six months ago, when you first moved in, youâd baked some muffins and left them at his doorstep, but youâd forgotten to write a note and had been too embarrassed to try another introduction. So, this would be your first encounter with him. But it was an emergency, you swear! Otherwise, you wouldn't be bothering him with your trivial milk problems (even though they werenât so trivialâafter all, you'd already started the noodles and needed the cream base. Fast).
You grab a pair of neon Crocs, their bright contrast to your wine-red dress a jarring reminder of your frantic state, and rush out of your apartment, making sure to turn off the boiling water and secure the lid.
When you reach the door, youâre not sure why your heart is pounding in your chest or why your arms are covered in goosebumps. Itâs probably just the nerves of meeting someone new, you decide, shaking yourself a little to readjust.
You curl your fingers to tap against the door, but just before your knuckles rap against the sturdy wood, it swings open. Standing in the frame is a tall guy with wire-frame glasses. Heâs got a slimmer frame than his baggy plaid shirt can fill out, and a brown cardigan button-up rests just above his slacks. His bronze-like hair and matching doe eyes give you a not-so-subtle once-over, full of curiosity.
You jump in surprise, balancing yourself on the tacky wallpaper of the hallway. He quirks an eyebrow in a way thatâs frankly adorable but youâre just a bit too stunned to fully appreciate just how attractive your neighbor happens to be.
âCan I help you?âÂ
âUh, yeah, do you happen to have any milk?âÂ
He quirks his eyebrow again and this time you take note of the way his hair flops in front of it, âYeah just not like grain or anything.â
You wave a hand in front of your face and shake your head, "Oh don't worry I'm not a hipster or lactose intolerant." The joke is rewarded with a small chuckle and you quickly decide itâs endearing. Dropping your hand from in front of him you stick it out, âUh Iâm your neighbor by the way. Not some random looking for milk handouts.âÂ
âIâm Spencer.â He provides, though he lets your hand hang between the two of you awkwardly, "Did you know the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering? It's actually safer to kiss."
Dropping your hand to your side you pucker your lips dramatically, and tease, âAre you asking for a kiss?âÂ
âW-What? No!â He leans back and you erupt into a giggle, shaking your head at his grimace.
âWell if you donât want a kiss do you mind if I get that milk?â
âYeah, of course, I can help you with your..?" He trails off, seemingly not knowing what to call your predicament.
But you certainly know what it should be called, and answer without hesitation, "My life or death dilemma? The reason for my current milk escapades."
Spencer seems to relax a bit more at your rambling, his posture less stiff and more calm, "Hm, seems like it's pretty important." He quirks an eyebrow, leaning against the door frame.
"Well, I did say life or death didn't I.â You look over at his watch and tap a foot impatiently, "Hey um I'm kinda in a rush, my sister is coming over and I'm not even half done with the stupid sauce. Though in my defense, I didn't know she was coming until like a week ago and I'm an avid cereal eater so the likelihood of me even having milk when she came over is slim to none - but I took the risk and now I'm milkless and totally screwed because cooking is hard and god I think I burnt the noodles for this stupid chili oil pappardelle pasta-which by the way I donât even know how to make."Â
Spencer is biting his cheek because he canât laugh. He canât laugh because itâs rude to laugh at someone heâs only just met, even if youâre blabbering and blushing and wearing adorable chartreuse platform Crocs.Â
When you moved in across the hallway, Spencer Reid had admittedly looked into you. It wasnât that he meant to be intrusiveâit was just in his nature. Heâd always been wary of new people, especially given his line of work. So when the long-vacant apartment finally filled and the scent of Yankee Candles began to waft through the hall, he might have asked Penelope to do a little digging.
Though her extensive report didnât do justice to the person standing in front of him now.Â
"Oh my god, you're laughing!" You exclaim, positively mortified at his audacity to laugh at you in this time of need.
"Sorry! Sorry!" He catches his breath after a moment and licks his lips with a flick of his tongue, "Maybe I can make it up to you?"
You smile but your foot is still tapping, "Do tell."
âWhile Iâve admittedly never made chili oil pappardelle pasta Iâm quite quick to pick things up. If you need any help I could-?â
"Oh please thank you!" Letting out a sigh of relief you go to grab his hand, only pulling back when you remember his tangent about germs, "She'll be here in thirty minutes so we have to hurry."
"Okay, let me go get the milk, and uh we can start."
"Thank you, Spencer.â
"Oh ... you're welcome."
You donât notice the blush.
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@liminalmemories21 - this isn't exactly what you asked for but:
Abby C. 8:51 PM: So how'd it go? With the talking?
Buck stares at the message. Stares at the milk frother sitting in his counter, and the candlesticks he'd really considered dropping off the side of his upper balcony, ten minutes ago. (He's a firefighter, he knows how that ends. But, like. Still)
Bad, he texts back. So bad. But he also won't give me my sweatshirt back and I know he has it. Any sage advice?
It's a little weird to be texting her. She'd been one of the first people he'd ever talked to consistently on the phone, and he'd grown to enjoy it, grown to appreciate that voice in his ear.
Abby texts back immediately: I'm not entirely sure I know what that means. He actually LIKED you.
Buck can feel the buzzing under his skin, the rush of adrenaline at remembering Tommy not only not denying he'd loved Buck, but admitting off-hand that he still did.
It means I'm getting my man back, Buck sends, and then stares at the slippers he can see poking out from the right side of the bed.
His phone rings.
"You know," Abby starts, before Buck can so much as greet her. "I spent a long time beating myself up for not seeing this as a sign, but that's not the point."
"What... is the point?"
Abby chuckles. She sounds good. Happy. Buck is far enough removed from it to feel glad for her, and jealous of her, and then he's rolling right back around to being fucking livid that Abby and Tommy had both run. Different reasons, same result. A first of Buck's that'd just walked away.
"He used to watch movies with my mom constantly. All the terrible schlock that I couldn't stand - Hallmark movies, and D-Lister rom coms, all those trite based on true events Lifetime shows."
Buck nods. Waits for her to continue.
She doesn't.
"I'm not picking up what you're dropping down."
"He and my mom would just critique them all the way through. Just tear them to shreds. What was unrealistic, what was just plain stupid. She - mom was never more lucid than when she and Tommy were bemoaning the lack of reality in those movies."
"Listen, I already know asking him to move in with me was a dumb idea. I'm the himbo, remember?"
Abby pauses. "...that's what he called you?"
"Apparently all your mutual friends did."
Abby sighs. "The point is, Buck. They liked watching them because they liked talking about what real relationships were actually like. What happened after a curtain close kiss, how much a couple was gonna fight over the financial sustainability of a Christmas themed donut shop, what the fiance that got left behind in the big city was gonna do now that they were finally free of the person who'd spent the holiday season losing their entire brains. Tommy's a realist. He wants to be stopped before he gets on the plane, but he wants to be stopped because you already have a ten step plan to make things work. And he's terrified of giving too much of himself away to someone who thinks he shits rainbows and puppies and hasn't reckoned with the fact that he's just as screwed up as the rest of us."
"You swear more than I remember."
Abby laughs. " But you see my point?"
Buck doesn't want to. But he does. "Well, I definitely don't think he's perfect anymore."
"And you still love him." She says it like she knows. She says it like she'd once expected to spend a life with Tommy Kinard.
"And I still love him," Buck acknowledges, and they both drift into silence. It's comfortable. Easy. He sort of misses being able to talk to her about shit like this.
"Call me if you need anything, Buck."
Buck hangs up the phone with a million new, vaguely more hopeful thoughts swirling around in his brain.
Twenty minutes later he texts her one more time: This is the only sex thing you're getting from me - that thing he does with your nipples? What the fuck?
Abby C. 9:22 PM: I taught him that. You're welcome.
Tommy ignores the knock at his door. He's in day three pajamas and the only person who might make the effort to check in on him is his exes best friend. Which.
The knocking continues.
It's getting louder.
There's a Kings game on in the background and he's been elbow deep in the Jeep manual he'd finally cracked open in some sort of weird, fucked up pattern of mourning.
Tommy's never gonna buy a fucking Jeep. He hates them. You own one for more than five years and more than half the parts are replacement parts.
He's been staring at a diagram of the timing belt for half an hour, at least. The last thing he remembers about the game is Kuemper letting in three goals on five shots and somehow the Kings are up two, now, and there's still 25 minutes of game time left.
Tommy reaches for the remote. Turns the volume up.
The knocking returns less than a minute later.
---
There's a box of odds and ends tucked under the table in his entryway. He avoids looking at it. He knows there are a few things missing from it and he really doesn't want to examine what he'll have to do to avoid giving it to Eddie tonight. He cut the cords, he shouldn't be lingering watching the frayed edges sway in the wind, clutching his line like there's anything braced on the other side of it.
Evan's oldest, softest LAFD hoodie, the one that's technically too small for both of them but has stretched shockingly evenly and is definitely not sitting unwashed at the bottom of Tommy's laundry basket. The program from a recital of Denny's they'd stopped by to support him for, on their way out of town for a long weekend. Evan's stupid keto bread and the milk frother he'd left behind three months ago and never bothered to grab because he had more than one.
Whoever is at his door is still fucking knocking, and suddenly Tommy doesn't feel like being polite. He'll shove the box in Eddie's arms and tell him to fuck off and close the last few remaining open doors he has to this.
Only when he swings the door wide it's not Eddie on the other side, and the box nearly takes out whatever Evan - Buck, Jesus Christ - has in his own arms.
Not a Tommy box - too small for all the shit that he'd left behind. He misses the house slippers that had had a permanent spot tucked under the left side of the bed.
Tommy flinches, reels away, tries to shove the box away before Buck can see its contents.
"What are you doing here?" Even tone. No quiver in his voice. He's been called rude and dismissive for less.
Buck scowls. Hefts the rectangular dish in his hands and shoves past Tommy before Tommy can blink.
It's silly to say he chases after him, down the hallway towards the kitchen, but he's not exactly following along behind at a casual leisurely pace.
The glass pan slams down on his kitchen counter and Buck spends a minute staring at the calendar he was only getting two months out of because he couldn't look at the one with all Buck's notes penned in anymore.
"Wow," Buck says, and shifts his weight awkwardly.
"What are you -?"
"Jee and I made you birthday cupcakes," Buck says. His voice is hard. Angry. Hurt. "Happy birthday, asshole."
---
He cracks the lid and there are only three cupcakes inside. Tommy forgets himself. Raises a brow, amusement rolling over him pleasantly, prepared to tease him, but then he catches the set of Buck's legs and the curl of his mouth and the tight way his arm tucks itself back in against his belly, a protective gesture that reminds Tommy very effectively what this is.
"Why?" Tommy wonders aloud, and Evan's scowl deepens.
Buck's scowl.
God.
"We've been planning it for weeks." Something flashes across his eyes before he schools his features. "Jee made me promise to bring you some."
"She must not be a skilled baker," Tommy jokes. "If these are the only ones that made it."
Evan's expression twists. "I ate most of them."
The frosting looks fresh. No creases in the paper cup holding them together.
"I had to make a new batch of frosting because I used some of it for -." He cuts himself off. Looks like he'd like to throw it in Tommy's face but can't quite force himself to hurt Tommy.
It hurts as much as he'd expected, anyway.
The world is a small place. It's not the first time he's had to speak to an ex when he didn't want to. It's never pleasant.
This is worse. The cut and run is supposed to give him time.
Evan Buckley has been an ache behind his ribcage for months, now, long before he'd made that final decision. He'd known it was too little too late. Buck's gonna be the shadow other men see behind his eyes for years.
Buck's apparently found and slept with someone within the week and a half span from Tommy walking out to his sad shitty mopey birthday.
That he'd forgotten about.
Tommy leans in. Picks up a cupcake. Licks a stripe through the frosting and makes a face when he realizes it's buttercream.
"The ones you were supposed to get had the whipped cream one you like," Buck says, accusingly.
That somehow stings just a little bit extra.
Tommy pulls back the paper, takes a bite. There's raspberry filling inside, and Tommy can feel tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, because when he'd told Evan about how his grandma baked he'd been thinking of Evan being a grandparent, the kind of shit he'd forbidden himself from imagining with anyone he was dating years ago.
"Thank you," he manages, and Buck frowns.
"He thought the whipped cream was too sweet." And Tommy probably deserves this but he's not particularly in the mood.
"Cut it out, Buck."
Buck rolls his jaw. "I just figured you'd wanna know how it's going. Maybe I could tally up the hookups for you, count them all up by gender and stamina and opinions on how I should feel and act and fall for someone. Find out if I'm actually gay enough to be a man's last."
---
The rest of the cupcake kind of collapses and oozes as Tommy smacks it down on the counter. He takes thirty seconds to pull the other two cupcakes out before he's grabbing the too-large fake Pyrex and turning heel. The keto bread goes in the pan. Then the milk frother.
Tommy yanks the recital program off the fridge and tosses it in the trash.
Buck almost looks triumphant.
"The box under the side table has the rest. You can see yourself out."
He actually does exactly as he's told, and Tommy listens to his footsteps drift off, shoulders hunched in and the breath tight in his throat. He'd been cruel, it was only fair Buck got a few final kicks in.
Tommy sucks in a breath and blinks away the moisture at the edges of his vision.
The footsteps take a heel turn at the side table and turn right back around.
"This isn't everything."
Tommy half expects some panned comment about how Tommy's got his heart - the kind of silly shit he'd say to a dead outlaw.
"My sweatshirt," Buck says, and Tommy freezes.
He could lie. He could pretend he had no idea where it was. Claim he didn't remember it even being here, because that particular piece of clothing did have a tendency to travel.
He doesn't fucking want to hand that one over.
Buck smirks, like he's caught the crack, and is looking for ways to exploit it.
"I own my own house!" Tommy says, and it's a terrible launching point but Buck latches on.
"You just left, Tommy! I know I jumped the gun, Tommy, but you didn't even - you just left! I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry I didn't know I was into men until you. I'm sorry you had to be my first, I'm sure that must have been such a burden for you."
"That's not fair."
"You didn't even give me a chance. That was - I'm so angry with you, Tommy. I'm so fucking mad."
"I know."
"But that's what you planned for, right? That's - you ripped the bandaid, Tommy, except there's a whole fucking untreated stab wound right underneath and it's still bleeding, Tommy."
"Did you even make this round of cupcakes with your niece?" It's better to keep his family's names out of his mouth. Just keep those ties cut.
Buck looks livid. "No, you idiot, I whipped up a tiny batch of this recipe just for the excuse to see you and - and tell you what a stupid, awful coward you are."
"That's not f-." He isn't sure whether Buck is being facetious about the small batch thing or not. He doesn't have any time to think about it.
"My sister and Chim are having another baby. Bobby and Athena are probably gonna host Christmas this year. Eddie shaved off the mustache and he's, like, dancing now, I guess. Hen and Karen are good for the first time in -." He shakes his head. Stares at Tommy. Tommy can't quite hide from that gaze. "We were good, Tommy. We were - you loved me."
He'd never said the words. Neither had Evan, but they'd both known. Both felt it. Tommy let it go too far, did it scared for longer than he usually would.
"It's not like that just went away when I walked out, Evan," Tommy hisses, and then regrets it immediately.
Evan has spent most of this visit pushing, pressing, digging fingers into the wound to make it hurt.
Evan goes silent now, reeling back a little. He seems shocked that Tommy had admitted it.
"I want you to go," Tommy says. "I need you to go, Buck."
It was the right dagger the first time, but apparently it's only effective once.
"I love you too, you know." His voice is soft. Tommy can't meet his eye. "And I hate you. I hate you even though I know that's what you wanted but I love you too much to not hate you out of spite."
Tommy knows if he caves it's done. He's signing himself over to whatever fucked thing will end them a week, a month, five years, two decades from now.
"Go home, Buck. Hate me there."
---
He goes in for the kill.
"I called Abby, two nights ago."
Right for the jugular. No survivors.
"She laughed for like twenty minutes, and then she tried to get me to chat about our sex life for comparison, and then she was shocked silent for a full minute when I wouldn't." Because Evan had always been a little too open about those details. "She also told me she forgave you but she doesn't think you ever forgave yourself."
Tommy agrees. For all that they'd been terrible for each other, they'd known how the hell to take care of one another like no one's business.
"I want you to go," Tommy says, steady, quiet, nearly a snark for how deep his voice goes to hide the tremor in it.
Buck cocks a hip against the doorframe. "I want my sweatshirt."
The breath that escapes him is shaky, but her think he hides most of it behind the hand over his face, the finger pinched at the bridge of his nose.
"I can't do this."
"Exactly how many men and women do I have to fuck before you believe the future I'm looking at is with you?"
"All of them! None! It was a stupid thing to say and it's not what I meant and I can't do this."
Buck spins on his heel. Grabs the box he'd set aside and hefts it up into his arms. "I'm coming back for my sweatshirt," he says. "You let me know whether you want to talk about the data points of the sexuality spreadsheet or about us."
"There is no us, Buck." His voice sounds defeated even to himself.
"If that was true you'd just give me the stupid sweater and be done."
Tommy sits in silence. He does not get up to retrieve the hoodie. Buck is still angry, but his smile is wide and bashful.
Tommy listens to his footsteps trail down the hall, towards the door, out of it. He hears the Jeep's ignition catch, the wheels roll off the drive.
He realizes he'd left the goddamn Jeep manual open on the timing belt page, right there on his side table where he'd pointed out the things he wanted Evan to take to clear him from his life.
---
There is someone knocking at his door.
Tommy doesn't quite ignore it.
He hid the sweatshirt in one of his toolbox drawers when Evan texted him this morning to let him know he'd be over with a six pack and a pot of chili.
There's a zero percent chance Evan's getting that sweatshirt back, tonight.
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Hi! I'm still feral for these two, would you mind giving us some art of them in their later years together!?
Hello angel!!!!
Sorry itâs taken so long to respondđ«¶đ«¶ but I wanted to draw some new art for this askđ
We have: Sebastian and Eloise trying out their new fancy camera with a selfie, pictures of them with their daughter, and finallyâŠidk I just always felt like this drawing is when theyâre a bit olderđ
I want to take this ask as an opportunity as well to talk a little about how I imagine their future (I have no chill & you can ignore this and just enjoy the art if you wantđ).
I am a COMPLETE pantser - I never know how a chapterâs going to end when I start writing it (I always just have a few scenes I know I need to include to keep the plot moving forward). Although I have different *big* scenes Iâm always writing towards, and themes/plot elements Iâm always foreshadowing (shout out to @elliecutte for catching *almost* all of my hints and appreciating my general no chillđ), IM STILL NOT 100% SURE HOW I WILL END THINGS !!! đł I have a lot of endings I see as possible, and I think soon it will become more clear to me what will work the bestđ
HAPPY ENDING:
Eloise and Sebastian become Unspeakables. I have a LOT of thoughts on this profession that could be its OWN post, and I feel like Unspeakables are generally specialized in one or two departments, but as their interests/research change they also change.
Eloise becomes an Unspeakable in the Mind and Death departments, with the occasional foray into Time. Her ancient magic is connected with all of these things (my version of AM is NOT like the game) & the Department of Mysteries is one of the only places that gives her any useful information about these things. Plus she thinks too much (it IS her hobby after allđđ) and is very introverted so a hermit job like this is a perfect fit.
Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable as well, but I feel like it takes him a long time to specialize in anything, if he ever does. I just feel like becoming an Unspeakable is the adult equivalent of sneaking into the Restricted Sectionđ„čđ«¶
They grow old together (I wonât explain TOO much) & have a lovely little familyđ„č at least one daughter that they both dote on. Sebastian had an amazing childhood (idyllic until it wasnât), and wants to give his daughter the same, and Eloise works hard to make sure their daughter feels the love that she never had growing upđ„ș
When Sirius is burned off the family tree, Eloise and Sebastian take him inđ„č𫶠(theyâre like 100 years old but WIZARDS LIVE LONGERâŠ) The same happened to her all those years ago, and she wants him to know that his whole family hasnât abandoned him.
Eloise LOVED her nieces - Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa - when they were younger, but as Voldemort becomes more powerful & people realize WHAT heâs doing, she has to separate herself from them. Her heart breaks seeing Bellatrix go mad, and seeing Narcissa engaged to a Malfoy out of obligationđ (iykyk)
I havenât thought any more about happy ending but I think itâs fun to think about how their future story might weave in with the actual canon events, ESPECIALLY since Eloise is a Blackđ„čđ
SAD ENDING:
After Sebastian gets his hands on Slytherinâs relic, it really starts to consume him and makes him even MORE obsessive than his natural tendencies - I imagine it similarly âtalkingâ to him like Slytherinâs locket/horcrux did in Deathly Hallows (đł)
Eloise is deathly afraid of the changes sheâs seeing in Sebastian and steals it from him (he would never willingly give it to her ESPECIALLY if it starts to feel like a precious item to him)
BUT the relic triggers the latent Black Family Madness in her - the madness that afflicts almost every woman in her family sinceâŠđ€ - and she herself starts to lose touch with reality. Her body and soul are already destroying themselves between the curse and the ancient magic inside of her, and the relic is what triggers it in her.
Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable, focusing on the Mind, in a desperate attempt to find a cure for his Eloiseđ„ș
He never gives up his research, and sometimes when he comes home she is lucid and they talk about his research - otherwise, he just loves and takes care of her.
(Heâs never successful in finding a way to reverse what he feels he caused in the first place - his ambition and single-mindedness is, to him, the reason why all of this happened)
Honestly who knows if I end their story either of these waysđ I just love thinking of AUs and different endings and I have a few others Iâve considered as well!!! And whatever endings I donât write will be immortalized on this blog and in my art as wellđ
#thank you for the ask!!!!#I have no chill when I answer these things which is why it takes me so long to answer themđ„Č#ngl I think the sad ending is quite romantic#but maybe Iâm too chicken to follow through/what I have planned could change a lot & it wonât make sense anymore#and like Iâm not COMPLETELY evil I like seeing them happy toođ„șđ„ș#and I also really love the Black family & all of the canon charactersâŠOFC I had to insert Eloise in that family somehow#and her mother was the PERFECT age !!!!!!!!!!! (according to the family tree)#I ALSO have a lot of thoughts on the Gaunts and actually how Ominisâs blindness prevents him from going insane like the rest of them#seem to have done by the time Tom Riddleâs around#(something something blind people canât hallucinate so they canât get psychosis)#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic#also Sebastianâs childhood is just based on mine#I grew up in a TINY village and spent all day running outside and having adventures like crazy or readinf like crazy no in-betweenđđ#ask
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SKZ Pack Chapter 1
Trigger Warnings: None
Weeks had gone by and it was nearly December. The wolves had changed in who they were. Jeongin became a tougher alpha and spent many weeks training to his full potential, but he also learned to be a better mate to Y/N. He was still making it up to her. Seungmin was still as cocky as ever and spent more time researching the dark side of werewolf lore in case they ended up in a tragic situation again. Felix was sensitive if not more sensitive after what happened and felt more protective of all the wolves so he offered to take part in more training, unlike Jisung who became glued to the side of Y/N. Jisung was far too in love with Y/N and loved to express that as he helped her around the house. Jisung made sure to always tell her she looked beautiful and made a point to kiss her scar first before her lips. Changbin was now on a course to look after werewolves as his sister Jaehee realised how useless Changbin was at saving his own omega. Changbin wasn't great but he could now stitch a minor cut. Minho on the other hand grew colder, he was hurting the most out of all of them. He still did his usual stuff but stayed out of debates and never gave his opinion. Him and Y/N were still not alright. They never spoke to each other unless it was a 'good morning' or a 'thank you'. Minho lost a lot of trust with Y/N and some of the others, but her words cut deep and he wasn't on the path of forgiveness yet. Hyunjin had gone back to his cold self and spent time in his art room, but still made time for Y/N.Chan had woken up but was bedridden as his ribs were still not healing but he was fine. He was pissed for the first twenty-four hours when he found out about Y/N's mission of death, but he got over it, knowing she was fine. He was happier when she came in to look after him, he appreciated her omegaing him but he knew it was tiring her out because she too was slowly healing.
Then there was Y/N she healed eventually but was still bandaged up. Spiritually she was damaged and Hyunjin's soul was trying to repair hers but it was too exhausting for him so she asked him to stop. Y/N wasn't as active as she had liked to be but still made a point to get up and see her wolves, despite Jisung being stuck to her. Not one of them had asked her about that night and it almost became a taboo subject. It was almost silently forbidden to be discussed. Y/N wanted to bring it up to apologise but when she did they would wave her off and tell her it's fine. Still, she knew Minho and Jeongin were the two she massively owed an apology to, but getting them alone was going to be harder. Minho was going to be her biggest challenge but she was going to start off strong by writing him a letter in case he refused to hear her apology and then giving him the flowers. By flowers, she meant the ones she picked from the garden and put into the vase after she turfed out the others. When Y/N came back into the kitchen she saw Minho prepping dinner. He was aware she walked into the kitchen and usually, he doesn't speak unless she speaks first. Y/N had to admit she felt incredibly nervous speaking to him and it was mainly because she hated hearing what she had done wrong. Y/N knew and understood her actions but hearing them made her slightly uncomfortable and defensive. "Minho?" Y/N called as she stood there awkwardly watching him. "Hmm?" Minho acknowledged her but did not look at her so Y/N decided he was comfortable with whatever she was going to say. "I wanted to say I'm sorry okay? Just hear me out and don't say anything. I only want you to listen." Y/N waited for him but he said nothing, making her roll her eyes. "I am sorry for not being grateful for your efforts. I know you worked hard to help and you did more than what I realised and I appreciate that. I guess I wanted to help and, anyway that's not the point. Forget that part. The main thing I wanted to apologise was for using your insecurity against you. I know it was low and I didn't mean it. I'm not good at apologies so I picked some flowers and wrote a letter of apology which I want you to read."
Y/N almost cursed herself at her botched apology. She completely messed it up but there was nothing she could do now except leave the letter on the table and leave him alone, which she did. Y/N left the kitchen and was about to head up to see Chan when Changbin entered the room in his medical clothes. Y/N greeted the beta with a gentle hug which Changbin was grateful for. Y/N knew Changbin wasn't really enjoying the hospital work and studying with his sister, he would rather be at the gym and then play his x-box. Changbin threw his bag down and kicked on his shoes while holding Y/N as he nuzzled her face against his, before pecking her lips. "Shall we go nurse Channie?" Y/N giggled as she kissed him again. "Let me unwind baby and then I'll come right up," Changbin whispered. Y/N nodded and headed up to see Chan who was idly staring up at the ceiling. It made Y/N laugh at how bored he looked. He was completely fed up with being stuck in the bedroom but his right leg was struggling to heal. "Felix said he might take my stitches out soon," Y/N said as she walked over to him and sat on his bed. Chan smiled up at her as he reached for her hand to hold. He loved it when she came to visit him. Admittedly, Chan sometimes got lonely since he was cooped up in the same four walls. "I want to tell you something and I don't want you to take it the wrong way baby. You know I love you." Chan said softly. "Oh no. Uh. Uh. Whatever it is Mr alpha I ain't doing it." Y/N answered as she bopped his nose like a child. "I'm being serious, baby," Chan said causing Y/N to frown. Why was he being so serious? "I know you are feeling incredibly anxious because you are feeling unclaimed and I know I haven't claimed you fully because I wanted to wait until you could trust me and your body was fully healed, but I know at the moment I'm not going to be in any position to do a while and I don't want you to feel unstable in my pack. We all love you, despite the conflicts we do. Which is why I had a chat with Jeongin and I want him to claim you." Chan stated. "No. Jeongin is fuming with me and besides I am completely fine. I'm not feeling anxious, or disconnected in any way. I want to wait. I want you, besides you could lay there." Y/N hinted with a smirk as she pulled his duvet cover down. Chan rolled his eyes nonchalantly. "Baby. Jeongin is over it, if anything it's Minho that's going to take a while. He accepts what you have said but he doesn't forgive easily. Besides Jeongin wants to ease your anxiety." Chan cooed. "I want you Channie to be the first. I don't care how long we have to wait for your leg to get better. Besides Seungmin can keep up." Y/N stated. "My love. What did I do to deserve you." Chan cooed, his heart swelling with pride. As much as he wanted to be the first his mark was already there and she needed to feel settled. "Ya, let's play doctors and nurses," Changbin shouted as he kicked the door open. "Fuck sake," Chan muttered.
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SWEET RELIEF Ëàšà§â.
summary; Â john b has been holding out all day, so when you tell him to wait another few minutes before you have sex, he decided not to. the consequences can be faced when you come to them
content; piss
âjohnbee,â you speak happily against his lips as he kisses you greedily. his hand grips at your ass and pulls you down onto him. you can tell what he wants. âwoah, wait a minute,â you giggle at his urgency, âI gotta go pee first.âÂ
âuh uh.â he murmurs, âno.. stay here.. câmon. stay here.â he urges, pulling you back down when you try to climb off of him. Â
you giggle again, âjeez, have you got no patience?â you sit up, grinning down at him. heâs hard as a rock, you can feel it under you. you canât really blame him, he woke up horny, he was horny all day, heâs horny now. youâd had things to do all day, now is the first chance youâve had to attend to him.
youâre both on the couch, the sun is setting through the window, creating a natural dim in light, really setting the mood in stone.
âI have been waiting hours!â he smiles, letting his head flop back in drama, âyouâre really going to make me wait longer? really baby? I do so much for you.âÂ
he sits up again, grabbing you and kissing on your neck with great affection. you laugh again, god, who knew your boyfriend could be so needy. âone minute john b. one minute!âÂ
he doesnât release his grip, âno.. stay.. câmon mama please.â oh, he did that. heâs doing that. he used the name and now heâs looking up at you with those stupid big puppy dog eyes that he uses so rarely.Â
you sigh wearily, âfine, Iâll stay. but if I pee on you then you only have yourself to blame.â you joke. itâs meant as a complete joke, youâre not even desperate. the possibility that you might actually pee barely occurs to you at this point in time.
john b grins, leaning back and beginning to undo his pants to reveal tented boxers, and when he pulls those down it reveals his dick. thick and veiny, he looks ready to nut already, the tip glossy and visibly sensitive.
you smile and lower down with his help. he lets out a guttural groan of appreciation, head falling back on his pillow and eyes rolling. heâd been needing this all day, the poor guy.Â
âohh john b,â you groan as you begin to move your hips. it feels good for you too, he is huge after all, and you would be lying if you said that extra bit of pressure in your bladder isnât helping.Â
it goes as it always does, you start out strong, you ride till your heart's content, feeling every bit of pleasure and giving him every bit of it back. as you go on he has to start helping you out, youâre getting tired.Â
his hands are on your hips, rocking you back and forth as you keep your hands on his chest to support yourself sitting up. there is so much pleasure coursing through you, but thereâs also something else.Â
a growing pressure in your bladder, one that surely wouldnât be there if youâd actually gone to the bathroom before starting like you normally do. as it gets bigger and more desperate you really do try to keep the need in, not wanting to cut this moment short.Â
unfortunately you feel as though you canât wait, âjohn b stop.. I'm sorry.. I need to pee.â you try to slow yourself to a stop, but itâs hard with his hands so firm on your hips, making you move whether you like it or not. he's so much stronger than you, you really can't fight it.
âuh uh,â he grunts, not breaking the gaze that heâs making right into your eyes, brows furrowed in concentration and deep feeling, âyou can wait. mânearly done.âÂ
âseriously john b.. Iâm gonna pee..â this has all taken a quick turn, youâre suddenly filled with anxiety and desperation to run off right now and relieve yourself in private.Â
âthen do it.â he says bluntly, still not stopping his movements, âif youâre so desperate then you can do it right here.âÂ
oh god. you can feel it coming. itâs almost like his words motivated your body to become even more in need of relief. you try to hold it off, you really do. but at the end of the day, he told you to do it.Â
your face scrunches up as you finally allow yourself to relax. immediately you feel the warm liquid trickling down your legs. with the relaxation of your muscles brings the ability for you to also have another type of release, one more pleasurable.Â
so there you are, with a newfound burst of energy, grinding your hips down as you piss all over your boyfriend's dick. itâs disgusting, but in that erotic kind of way that makes it the hottest thing ever.Â
john b cums too, shooting a load up inside of you. his face furrows in pleasure for a moment before he exhales heavily, recovering from his climax at the same time as you.Â
no matter how gross that was, you have to admit, it was some fucking good sex.
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A Husband's Duties
Marcus Acacius x Reader
Summary: After a small injury, you decide it is better to not burden your husband, and hide it from him. But of course, when he finds out and he is less than impressed.Â
As you prepare dinner in the warm glow of the kitchen, a sudden surge of pain shoots through your body.Â
In an instant, you feel a sharp pain in your side, causing you to wince and clutch at the source of the discomfort.Â
As you try to shake off the pain, you can't help but worry about how Marcus will react when he comes home and sees what you've been hiding.
The minutes tick by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity as you desperately try to compose yourself.Â
You know that Marcus will be upset if he finds out you've been injured and kept it from him. But deep down, you also know that you were only trying to protect him, to spare him from unnecessary worry.
Finally, the sound of the front door opening echoes through your home, signalling Marcus's return. Your heart races as you continue to work in the kitchen, your movements becoming more strained with every passing second.Â
You can hear his footsteps approaching, growing louder with each step.
"My Love, I'm home," Marcus calls out, his voice filled with a mix of fatigue and excitement.Â
But as soon as he catches sight of you, his eyes narrow, and concern replaces the joy on his face.
"What happened?" he asks, his voice tinged with anger, his eyes fixed on the pained expression etched across your face.Â
You take a deep breath, struggling to find the right words to explain yourself.
"I... I didn't want to worry you," you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. "I thought I could handle it on my own."
Marcus' anger softens, replaced by a mixture of worry and frustration. He crosses the room in a few strides, gently taking your hand in his.Â
"I appreciate your efforts, My Love, but you should never have to face something like this alone. Tell me please, what happened?" he says, his voice filled with a tenderness that reassures you.
You let out a long sigh.
"I fell. I took the wrong step and fell up the stairs. I hurt my side when I fell on the stone steps."
He carefully tends to your injury, his touch gentle and comforting. As he wraps a bandage around your side, you can feel his relentless support, his love flowing through every action.
"My Love, I might just have to follow you everyone to make sure you are safe and sound."
"I do not wish to keep you from your duties."
"Being your husband is my greatest one." he said and you smiled at him.
For the next couple of days, Marcus becomes your rock, taking care of you with such love and care.Â
He cooks, cleans, and ensures that you have everything you need to heal. But more than that, he listens to your fears and worries, offering a steady hand to lean on during your recovery.
Through it all, you learn the importance of openness and trust in a relationship.Â
You realize that keeping secrets, even with good intentions, can only lead to misunderstandings and unnecessary distress.Â
Marcus's anger reflected his concern for your well-being, a reminder that the strength of your bond lies in open and honest communication.
As you heal, you grow closer and closer, cherishing the deep love between you.Â
In the end, your injury becomes a trigger for strengthening your relationship, reminding both of you of the power of compassion and teamwork in overcoming any challenge that comes your way.
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Joel Miller x Reader Smutshot Collection , Chap 6 , Beer and Sex
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Pairing: F!Reader x Joel Miller
Summary: You, Joel and Tommy are at an event in Austin that includes being outdoors, drinking & games! Well, long story short, you and Joel end up heading back to his place for some indoor fun
Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends
WC: 3.0k
Type: NSFW
Warnings: No outbreak (AU), Usage of alcohol, Buzzed sex, Dirty talk, Making out, Breast play, Living room sex, You ride Joel, Unprotected sex, Choking kink, Clit rubbing, Denial of orgasm, doggy style & you ride him
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You sat back down whilst laughing. Picking your beer back up, you sipped it and put it back down. You haven't drinken in a while, it's nice to finally do it again. You're usually so busy with work that you never have the time or energy to get some alcohol in your system. Your friends Joel and Tommy convinced you to go with them to this event in town though and when you saw there were drinks, you couldn't refuse.
The only reason Joel and Tommy are here is because Maria is hosting this event. She's very big with the city council and hosts events like this from time to time. You don't mind coming. You're actually enjoying yourself. Just a bit ago you were playing darts with Joel and then tether ball with Tommy. You're slightly buzzed too. You can't get full blown drunk though, you need to still drive home.
As you watched some of the younglings run around and play, you felt the weight of the table increase as Joel sat down. It's a muscular man. He weighs a good bit. "Hey." You said in a friendly tone. "Hello." He replied, sipping his tall boy. "You got another one? Shit, don't make me go get another one too, I still have to drive home." You joked, resting your head in your hand. Joel chuckled. "My house is just a few blocks away and I walked here so I ain't even bothered." Joel stated.
That's right, he lives in the suburbs. That's not something you'd expect from a country boy like him. Then again, being country is defined by where you live. "Where did Tommy and Maria go?" "No fuckin' clue," Joel snickered, "Probably fuckin' in the bathroom or something." He teased. You laughed and nodded. "They are newly weds, what can you expect?" You said whilst giggling. Joel nodded. "True that."
Joel was once married, he even had a daughter with the woman. Joel has been single for years now though. Everyone jokes he's out of commission but he just says he's waiting for the right lady. Sarah, his daughter, is almost twelve. She's getting older and cuter by the second. You've met her quite a bit, even babysat her, she's a dear. Joel told you she's with her mother right now, so he's free.
"At least Maria is getting some. It's been a good few months for me." "Months? Try years darlin' and it ain't by choice." You cackled at his words. He isn't wrong. He's celibate from what you've heard. "Sorry Joel, that has to suck." "It sure fuckin' does." He took a shot of his beer. You nodded and sipped off of yours too. The beer was getting warm. Gross. You sighed deeply. "I'm going to go get a new beer, I'll be right back."
You stood up and headed towards the cooler. This cooler was brought by Tommy himself. He decided to provide it for everyone. It's the good stuff too. You bent over and picked up a new one. It was ice cold to the touch. "Hell yeah." You murmured, cracking it open. You're currently wearing a black tank top and short jean shorts. It's hot during the summer, you have to stay cool somehow.
When you turned around, you saw that Joel's eyes were on you. He looked like he was trying to play it off as if he wasn't just checking you out but he totally was. You can't lie, you've checked him out too. Those big muscles and that handsome face are a sight for sore eyes. He's a hottie, admittedly. You giggled and sat back down beside him.
"You were totally just checking me out, weren't you?" You said with a laugh, tipping your beer into your mouth and drinking it all while looking into his brown eyes. He snorted and nodded. "You caught me." Oh, so he was? You don't mind. You knew Joel would be there and that did somewhat take part in what you're currently wearing.
You've always thought he was sexy. The day Tommy introduced you to him you though that. That was only two years ago. Your guy's friendship has been great but you're awfully surprised the two of you haven't hooked up yet. You've definitely flirted and hit on one another. You've even went as far as to having him lick salt off of your stomach before taking a shot of tequila and that had you soaked.
It is very surprising.
"But you can't deny you were checkin' me out earlier." Joel whispered to you with a husky voice. You giggled. "Guilty as charged. You've also caught me red handed." This isn't just the beer talking. You totally were. When he was putting the cooler down earlier, you were indeed gawking at his veiny, buff arms. You giggled and bit your lip while looking up at him. "How drunk are you?" You asked him. "Not drunk enough." You rolled your eyes at his words.
You looked around the area. You still have no clue where Tommy and Maria are. "I'll shoot him a text. Let's get out of here." He whispered to you. You scoffed and breathed in deeply. "Alright." You giggled. He got off of the picnic table and took your hand in his, helping you out of the table as well. You smiled at him. Your guy's hands stayed interlocked. Is this actually going to happen? Are you going to fuck Joel Miller? After all this time?
"My house ain't too far from here." Joel said to you in a deep voice. "I know." You smiled, walking alongside him. You don't feel drunk. You do feel buzzed. It isn't anything you can't handle. You're a heavy weight. It takes you time to really hit the drunk point. The trees around you and Joel brought you two shade, but you're already too hot, in more ways than one. He looked down at you and chuckled. "I can't wait to fuck you." He admitted. You huffed out. "Good." You bit your lip to hold back a big grin.
You glanced over your shoulder. You hope no one will wonder where you two are. You'd rather keep this between you and Joel for now. "Will we come back once we're done?" "We'll have to, I left my goddamn brother back there." You laughed loudly. "That is true... He'll be fine, right?" "He's a grown man, he's fine. Like I said darlin', I'll text him." You nodded. You just don't want them to come looking for the two of you.
You'd rather not be in the middle of getting fucked when Tommy and Maria show up.
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As Joel opened his front door and locked it behind him, he chuckled and grabbed you, smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back. His messy beard scraped against your face. "Mmph." You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He picked you up into his arms like you were a feather. You giggled and continued to kiss him. His hands were on your ass cheeks, squeezing them as he took you two to the living room area.
"Baby?" "Hmm?" "Bedroom or living room?" You snorted at his question. At least you get a say in this. You thought for a moment. "Let's keep it fun-living room." "Glady." Joel smirked, kissing you again but this time, his tongue found it's way into your mouth. You didn't mind. It made you even more horny. Your guy's tongues fought for dominance. You wanted to explore every crevice of his mouth. You moaned loudly as he sat you down on him. You could feel his erection through his stained work jeans.
You giggled and kissed him before reaching your hands down to the end of your tank top and pulling it off. Joel just stared in admiration. He thinks you're gorgeous. "Look at you," He purred, "You're beautiful." He whispered. You grinned. "You're handsome, and so sexy." You spoke seductively before licking his lower lip and kissing him again. His hands went to your tits, he squeezed them gently. Joel is more of an ass guy though.
After making out for a little bit, Joel finally pulled away to take deep breaths. "I'm fuckin' twitchin'." He sighed deeply, looking down at his bulge. You think that's the sexist thing ever. You love when a man is vocal about how he feels or what you're doing to him. "I'm so wet for you, wanna feel?" You whispered against his ear. Joel's breath shuttered. "Badly." And his hands went to your shorts, undoing them and helping you out of them as well.
Stepping out of your shorts, you climbed back into Joel's lap and sighed. "Feel." You whispered, kissing his neck and jawline. Joel brought his finger down to your core and pulled your panties to the side. As he dipped his fingers through your folds, he let out a low groan. "So fuckin' wet, just for me, hm?" He whispered, nibbling on your jawline. You giggled. "Just for you." This surely isn't the first time you've gotten wet thinking about Mr. Joel Miller.
Joel swiped his fingers through your folds, picking up all of your juicy wetness. You continued to kiss him. He seemed desperate, like a wild animal. He's hungry for you. You bit his lower lip and once again swiped your tongue along his. You moaned so quietly, it was more of a whimper.
He pulled his finger away and grunted. "Need to feel you from the inside." He murmured as he pulled his cock out of his jeans. Oh yeah, he's big. You're excited. It's been so long, especially for him. You hope you're as good as he'll be to you. Grabbing his member, you yourself pulled your white panties to the side before you then sat down on his dick. Both of you made sensual noises as your folds and cunt enveloped him. He was already so deep inside of you. It feels so good.
"How's that?" You chuckled, your arms around his neck. He snickered and gripped your ass tightly, landing a smack onto it which caused you to jolt slightly. "You feel so good. Now fuckin' ride me." He began to squeeze and slap your ass and you started to ride him. You went slow at first. Your movements were just simple grinds back and forth but you'd occasionally lift your ass up and back down, literally bouncing on his cock.
You wanted to savour this. You haven't felt this good in awhile. Having sex with Joel tonight was not on your agenda of plans but seriously, it is a welcomed surprise. He feels amazing. He knows what he's doing too. Each time he pinches your ass cheeks or spanks you playfully, it either makes you moan or kiss him even harder and more passionately.
Now, Joel is holding your hips. You began to ride him faster too. His dick is so deep inside of you, you can hardly believe it. "I've wanted this for a long time." You moaned out, looking him in the eyes. His eyes got darker and even more full of lust. "Me too babygirl, me too." He then swatted your ass again before going back to squeezing your hips. You're sure you'll have red marks all over your cheeks by later in the evening.
Bouncing on him, each thrust was just a mark bringing you closer to your climax. His member is deep inside of you and is shoving itself against your tight walls with each movement. "Yes baby." He groaned, kissing and licking your neck. He thinks you smell amazing. You did put on your perfume before going to the event. You're glad it's doing it's job.
"Babygirl, turn around, cowgirl, y'know?" You giggled at his words. "Yes sir." You teased and lifted yourself off of him slightly to turn around. You were surprised he asked you to switch positions, but you aren't complaining. You pushed yourself down onto his dick again and you both made whimpering noises. He seems to be feeling good. That's all you want. It's been years for him, you better make it good.
Once you got comfortable, you moaned loudly as he started to thrust up into you. "Joel!" You practically screamed, tossing your head back against his broad shoulder. He cackled and kissed your neck, leaving numerous bites and hickies onto it too. How are you supposed to go into work on Monday? You're sure these'll last a few days, hopefully not. "Need to make sure I still got it." Joel grunted, now he is the one fucking you and man, it's heaven.
Joel noticed your head was still tilted back against his shoulder. He smirked. He brought his left hand up to your neck and held it, choking you now. You moaned and turned your head slightly, kissing his messy hair and giggling. "You're so deep inside of me." You panted. "Yea? You're takin' it so fuckin' well too baby." Joel replied, kissing your cheeks numerous times, making you smile and chuckle.
His free hand, his right one, was one your lower stomach, holding you in place. You wanted to look down to see him moving inside of you, but you couldn't. With his hand on your neck, there's not much you can do with your head. You aren't complaining. You think it's hot to be choked. He does it so well too. "Been thinkin' about fuckin' you for awhile now," He whispered against your ear. His breath was warm. "You feel better than I ever could've imagined." That made you whimper in pleasure.
You felt his right hand slither down from your waist and to your clit. You whimpered. "Oh God!" You whined out as he began to rub your clit fast and with pressure. It felt so good. He works well with his fingers. He continued to thrust up into you, which made the experience a million times better. "I'm gonna cum." You whispered to him. "No baby, not yet, hold it in." What!? How are you supposed to just hold it in? "What?" "You heard me babydoll." He licked behind your ear and bit on your lobe. "Do not cum yet." He sternly stated.
"How?" "Just do it."
How are you supposed to hold back your orgasm? No hookup has ever asked you to hold it back. Actually, they need you to cum quickly or else they'll finish before you. You whimpered and bit your lip. No, you're going to cum. "I can't," You panted, "I just can't." Joel didn't respond. "Joel!" You moaned out, reaching your hand behind his head and tugging on his hair. He grunted and bit down on your neck.
"Cum for me."
That was it. You moaned softly as you coated his cock in your fluids. You let go of his hair. Shaking in his lap, Joel continued to rub your clit until you came down from your high. It overstimed you even. "Holy Christ." You moaned. You went to turn your head to kiss him but he lifted you up and chuckled. "I still haven't finished." He then pushed you down onto the couch, doggy style, and began to pound into you.
You moaned loudly and gripped the couch beneath you. Your knuckles even went white. He moved so skillfully inside of you. Each pump was one of excellence. "Wish I could cum inside of you." He whispered, running his hands up and down your back before he ultimately rested them on your rear. Joel gripped your ass, squeezing it tightly before leaving multiple slaps onto it, all of which made your moan or squeal.
With just a couple more thrusts, Joel finished. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself. He finished all over your ass and lower back. "Fuck sakes." Joel groaned, caressing your ass as he came. You pushed your ass against his manhood and giggled. He spanked you again and snickered. "One sec." He leaned over and grabbed a random wipe, cleaning your ass and back off. He tossed the rag to the other side of the living room and you chuckled.
Joel heaved deeply and lifted you up by your waist and pulled you back into his lap. You were basically completely naked, only in panties whereas he was fully dressed. So unfair. "Was it good?" You asked him, resting your head against the arm of the couch. He glanced down at you, still breathing heavily. "You're a funny girl." He leaned down and kissed you softly. "It was fuckin' glorious." He then nibbed on your jawline, making you giggle cutely.
You hummed and looked up at him. "You're the only man whose ever denied me of finishing, by the way." You snorted. "That's because you've only done slept with boys who finish too quickly. I think it's sexy to see a woman be restricted of her pleasure." You giggled at his words. "It felt better." "That's the point babydoll." He caressed your cheek and you brought yourself closer to his face, kissing him gently.
He breathed in deeply and cupped your face firmly, holding you in place. "Don't convince me to fuck you again." He said with a smile against your lips. "If you can't handle it..." You bit your lip. You acted like you were about to get off of his lap and you suddenly squealed as he tossed you back onto the couch and put you in missionary. Your legs went over his shoulders and you smiled.
"Oh I think I can handle it."
That was where the next of many rounds began.
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iv. cay-cay to the rescue! | "looking for (your) attention" masterlist
. . . riddle rosehearts x reader
a/n : lowercase intended and possibly grammar mistakes
when everyone calmed down, [name]'s eyes were already devoid of life. what little energy they had left was used to constantly poke their lunch using a fork.
meanwhile, there was cater who looked like he just heard the most scandalous gossip ever. sparkles were practically floating around his figure.
"woah! i didn't know you like-"
"admire," [name] couldn't help but 'correct' him.
"i didn't know you admired him!", alright it was honestly sweet of him to go along with them when everyone knew it was total bullshit.
they turned to glare at deuce before heaving out a sigh. well, what's done is done, no one can turn back time and prevent what had happened. [name] could only pray that cater wouldn't tell anyone about it.
it seemed like their upperclassman could understand what they were thinking at the moment, as he quickly reassured them. "don't worry~ i won't tell anyone about it," he winked.
"maybe i can even help you!"
he received a doubtful look from [name] in response. while they didn't think he had any ill intentions, a part of them was still unsure about their own feelings.
"it's just a simple admiration, though. i don't think i need to do anything about it," they finally muttered out.
cater found it all quite amusing if he was being honest. as far as he knew, most wouldn't say they admired the red-headed dorm leader, hell, they can't even tolerate him. so, it made him curious how far [name]'s admiration went.
he took a seat at their table, fingers tapping on the surface of it mindlessly. "well, it's not everyday someone says they admire riddle. i'm sure he would appreciate your presence." cater paused for a few seconds, "how close are you guys?"
the question elicited a snort from yuu. when it came to making fun of his friends, he knew not to hold back. "oh, you don't even know... they've never even talked with him before."
...
"are you sure you don't need my help?" cater asked once again once he realised the severity of his underclassman's predicament.
[name] discreetly kicked yuu's legs under the table.
fun fact :
Ă ace, in fact, did end up paying [name].
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A different first meeting AU inspired by Blink182 - The Rock Show because I think Tommy is a rocker (no pun intended)
I'll post to AO3 when I've had some sleep.
đ” fell in love with the boy at the rock showđ”
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It wasn't his usual hang out, but after his break up with Natalia, Buck was desperate to surround himself with as much life as possible.
Some hole in the wall bar advertising live music, outside the 118's jurisdiction, seemed the perfect place to do it.
And also to forget he was currently the only single member of the 118 A shift.
The music was decent, the drinks not too expensive, and he liked the general vibe in the place. Even if he didn't recognise the majority of the songs the band was playing.
"Haven't seen you here before." someone said in his ear and he turned around.
The guy was gorgeous. Bright blue eyes and cheekbones that could cut diamonds.
"Oh uh... yeah... I mean... no, you haven't. I just wanted a change of scenery, I guess."
"Yeah? And how is that working out for you?" the guy asked, sitting down on the barstool next to Buck.
"Not too bad." he replied. "I think I like it here."
"That's good to hear. It would be a shame if we'd never see you again." the guy smiled and Buck was almost mesmerised by the way his eyes crinkled when he did. "Do you want another?" he nodded at the almost empty glass in front of him.
"Sure."
The guy got up and rounded the bar, grabbing two bottles of beer from the fridge.
"Is this your bar or something?"
"It might as well be with the amount of time he spends here." a woman of around their age said, as she walked back behind the bar carrying a serving tray with empty glasses.
"I keep telling you Gina, you should let me buy into this place. Tommy and Gina. Living on a prayer."
"Why does your name get to go first if its my bar?" the woman asked, hand on her hip.
"Because that's how the song goes. Take it up with Jon if you don't like it." he told her and laughed when she rolled her eyes at him.
"Get back to your side of the bar, you menace."
The guy, Tommy apparently, laughed again and went back to his seat next to Buck.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"He wishes! I'm a catch!" Gina said while preparing a cocktail.
"Sure you are. If I was into women I would have made a move on you years ago." Tommy told her, looking at Buck from the corner of his eye to gauge his reaction.
"If I was into men, I might have appreciated that."
"She loves me really." Tommy told Buck. "Has done since we were kids."
"He was the new kid in the neighbourhood and my mother made me go say hi and play with him. Haven't been able to get rid of him since." Gina commented, and walked away with the cocktail.
Tommy laughed and took a swig of his beer.
"So now you know my name and how my best friend was forced to befriend me... but I don't know anything about you... yet."
"Well... what do you want to know?" Buck asked, trying to tear his eyes away from Tommy's lips when he took another swig.
"Everything." Tommy replied. "But let's start with your name."
"I'm B- my name's Evan." Buck told him, holding out his hand.
Tommy raised an eyebrow at the stumble but didn't mention it.
"Nice to meet you Evan."
They talked for a while. Laughing about everything and nothing, with Tommy getting mock offended when Buck admitted he didn't know the song Tommy insisted was one of his favourites and not many of the others either.
"Hey I spent most of my twenties travelling!" Buck laughed, defending himself. He liked talking to Tommy. He was fun and friendly, and definitely easy on the eye.
Objectively speaking of course. He'd always been able to appreciate a hot guy when he saw one. Just like he'd look at hot women. It meant nothing.
"And you didn't listen to music on your travels?" Tommy asked incredulously.
"I did... but I didn't pay much attention to it I guess" Buck shrugged, taking a swing of his drink. He hadn't really kept track of how many he'd had but he was starting to feel the buzz. "My sister's..." he shook his head trying to think of a word to describe Chim's relation to him and Maddie. "My brother in law..." He settled on. "He's this movie buff and he's always rolling his eyes at me when I don't get his references."
"Not a movie guy either?"
"Not really. I get distracted. I prefer documentaries. I like learning new things." Buck explained and took a good look at Tommy, taking in the amused look on his face. "Let me guess... you're a movie buff too?"
"I like the escapism, sue me." Tommy replied. "But I'm happy to teach you all about the classics. I've been told I'm a good teacher." He smiled and leaned a little closer, and for a minute Buck thought he was about to kiss him.
And how much he wouldn't mind that. At all.
"Thomas, get your ass up here and make yourself useful, man!" the singer from the band that had been playing all night suddenly called out.
And suddenly the moment was gone. Tommy laughed, leaned back, quickly finished his beer, and got up.
"Duty calls... are you sticking around, Evan?"
"Uh y-yeah, sure."
"Great." Tommy said happily and squeezed his shoulder in passing, letting his hand linger just a fraction too long.
He walked up to the stage and someone handed him a guitar.
As the band started playing, Buck recognised the song as one of Tommy's favourites he'd pointed out to him earlier, and couldn't help but stare at the man.
He was laughing with the others and making playing the instrument look effortless.
He was confident. Interesting.
The band played a few songs before Tommy handed the guitar back to a woman Buck hadn't noticed before and he stepped off the stage again.
Buck made his way over, suddenly eager to talk to him before anyone else would have a chance to.
"Hey!" Tommy greeted him and the crinkly smile was back. "Glad you stayed."
"Y-yeah me t-too..." Buck stammered, his brain somewhat disconnected from his mouth. "S-so... you play guitar?"
"Bass actually." Tommy corrected him. "Everyone knows the bass is the most important instrument in a band." he grinned. "I've been playing since I was a teenager and I play with these guys sometimes when I'm around."
"Yeah? You sounded pretty good. You made it look so easy. I wish I could play."
"I could teach you." Tommy offered without missing a beat.
"Yeah? Is that before or after you teach me about classic movies I need to watch?" Buck tilted his head and smiled as he stepped closer to Tommy, only vaguely aware he was doing it.
Tommy glanced down at his lips.
"No reason we can't do both."
Suddenly there were two fingers under Buck's chin, tilting his face up and Tommy's lips on his for the softest first kiss he'd ever had.
It was over before Buck's brain had really caught up with what was happening and he just stared at Tommy with a dazed and confused look on his face.
"Sorry I - " Tommy started but Buck cut him off, putting a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him until neither of them could remember their own name.
~ A few days later ~
"There he is, Tommy Kinard, the man of the hour. Long time no see. " Chim said, pulling the guy that had just walked up to them in for a quick hug.
Buck couldn't get a good look at him from where he was standing. The guy was just muscles under a straining blue flight suit and slightly messy brown hair, until Chim stepped away and Buck choked on air.
Chim's buddy was the Tommy from the bar. The bassist who had turned his world upside down with two fingers under his chin in a dark corner of a bar he'd ended up in by chance.
"Let me introduce you to these two knuckleheads. This is Buck and Eddie." Chim gestured at them. "Guys this is Tommy, he used to be at the 118 when you two were just a twinkle in Bobby's eye."
Eddie stepped forward first and shook Tommy's hand.
"Eddie Diaz, thanks for helping us out."
"Sure thing. If Howie calls I answer. I owe him my life."
Eddie nodded and stepped back and gave Buck an expectant look.
"Oh. Right. Yes." Buck stammered and walked up to Tommy holding out his hand. "I'm Evan... E-Evan Buckley."
Tommy smiled as he shook his hand and Buck's knees turned to jello. Again.
"Nice to meet you Evan."
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Is It Over Now...? Part 3
Pairing: Toxic!Mattheo x fem!Reader
Hogwarts University!AU
Warnings: cursing, mentions of substance use (alcohol and marijuana), cheating
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đ¶ You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor đ¶
"That prick!" Ginny growled. She had just woken up and her hair was a tangled mess atop her head.
"I'm so stupid." You mumble again. Your eyes are glossy and unfocused as you stare at the ground in front of you.
"Hey, look at me." Daphne snaps, she places her hands on both your shoulders and forces you to meet her icy gaze.
"You are not stupid. He is the stupid one for not realizing how good he had it. He's going to regret this."
Your eyes water a bit at her words and you blink away tears.
"I could key his car." Ginny offers, a sly smile on her face.
Hermione glares at the redhead, "Ginny, no."
"Oh c'mon Mione." She complains. "Stupid prick deserves even worse." She grumbles, rolling her eyes.
Through your tears you snort softly at your friend's fiery passion.
"I just want to crawl into a hole and die." You muttered. You rested your chin on your knees and hugged your legs tightly. "I can't bear to see his stupid face anytime soon." Involuntary tears resurfaced in the corners of your eyes.
"Well surely you're going to confront him?" Pansy furrows her eye brows at you.
"What part of I don't want to see him wasn't clear?"
"Yeah let's go give him a piece of our mind." Ginny punches her fist into the palm of her hand and her grin is wicked.
Tears quietly slip down your cheeks. "I don't think I can do it." You voice is comes out in an unsteady whisper. "I'm not strong enough."
A soft hand rests on your shoulder and you tilt your head and your teary eyes meet Luna's big blue ones. Her gaze is full of a quiet understanding. "Whatever you choose to do, we will be behind you."
You sniff, the tears flowing more freely now but the corner of your lips tugs into a smile. You nod.
"Even if you don't confront him, I have some choice words for him. Like first of all, how DARE he?" Ginny rants.
This does elicit a soft snort from you. You wipe your tears on your sleeve. "Maybe you're right. That asshole is the stupid one." The icy cold blood running through your veins begins to warm. "I was the PERFECT girlfriend and, what? That still wasn't enough for him? Fuck him." You spat.
"Thatta girl." Pansy gives you a smug look.
You climb to your feet, balling your fists at your side. "When I see him, I.." The warm coals of your angry flame have been coaxed into a fire, now burning bright.
"Maybe you should brush your teeth first?" Hermione offers, gesturing to the fact that you are still in your pajamas.
"Oh, right."
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You stalk across the lawn from the girls to the boys dormatories. The common area is mainly empty. Most students were likely sleeping or out getting something to eat. A few small groups of male students sat scattered around conversating. You scan their faces and find that your target is not present, but a familiar face spots your group as they enter.
Draco Malfoy sits in an armchair, peering over the top of a book. He quirks his eyebrow as the murderous parade approaches.
"We are in no mood for your bullshit today Malfoy" Pansy snears, scowling at the boy. He closes his book, placing it down on the table, and holds his hands up defensively. You continue marching forward, barely registering the exchange as your anger is focused on only a single target at the moment. As the group of girls stalks past, Draco quietly slips out of his chair and follows behind. He was never one to miss a dramatic episode unfolding.
You march up to the door, banging your fist against the wood. "Mattheo Riddle you open this door right now." You shout.
Quietly, the other boys peek out of their rooms, seeking the source of the commotion. Mattheo didn't need to guess why you were there. He already knew. And, as much as he wanted to sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened, there was no more pretending.
When Mattheo opens the door his looks disheveled. His curly hair is mess and his eyes look sunken and dark.
Your eyes are angry and fiery, and your face is twisted into a scowl. You inhale and Mattheo braces himself for impact.
"What the fuck!? What in the actual fuck?!" You yelled, not caring that you had likely woke the entire boys dormitory.
"[Y/N]..."
"You lying traitor!" You spat, voice filled with poison and rage. Seeing his face made you more furious. "Never do anything to hurt me, huh? That's fucking rich. Fuck you, Mattheo Riddle." Your fists clenched hard at your sides.
"[Y/N] wait..." His voice trembled and you had never seen Mattheo cry, but damn if he didn't look close to tears. "I- I don't know what happened. It's just like I- like I just lose control of myself." He looks at you with sad eyes. You feel your stomach turn sour. "It won't happen again. Please- please, you have to believe me. Never again."
"No, Mattheo, don't you get it? That was your second, and only chance, and you fucked it up. It's over now." As the words left your lips your heart burned, begging you to recant them.
"Just listen to me please." His voice was strained but grew louder as he spoke. "Listen to me, dammit. That's not who I am. You know me, [Y/N]. Blame it on the alcohol, the weed, just please, please. I love you."
Your group of friends stood in the background, quietly watching the train wreck unfolding, unable to avert their gaze from the disaster laid before them.
"It's. Over. Now. Mattheo." You spoke through gritted teeth, and with that you stomped off angrily; hot, wet tears flowing freely down your cheeks.
Without a word, the army of girls that had accompanied you followed behind. The other slytherin boys just stood there, varying degrees of shock and confusion on their faces before they retreated from the scene of the crime, leaving Mattheo all alone in the hallway.
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i dont know if you are still doing these but!! id love a kiss on the hip for kandrew :) <3
Kevin Day is not a virgin. He understands sex and most of its mechanics. He's slept with a few people in his life, he's also sampled plenty of porn genres.
But none of that compares to this. To having Andrew's full and complete attention. To having Andrew on his back in his bedroom in Columbia. He's not quite sure how they ended up here. Of course, he understands the logistics of getting to Columbia from Palmetto State.
He knows the route they always take, he knows the right exit, he knows how to find Nicky's house.
How he got to this point he's not sure.
All he knows is Andrew and Neil were planning to come here this weekend for a bit of alone time. Just the two of them, no one else to bother them. That's what Kevin thought at least. Until Neil knocked his shoulder into Kevin's side at practice earlier and told him to pack a bag. When Kevin asked why, Neil merely shrugged. "Andrew said to."
Andrew said to. So Kevin did.
Kevin always does what Andrew says. That's how the three of them happened. Six months ago Andrew told Kevin that Neil wanted to kiss him, Kevin kissed him. Andrew watched them make out then announced that he wanted to kiss Kevin, Kevin kissed him.
And now here they all are, spread across Andrew's bed. Neil is sitting cross-legged against the headboard, wearing only his boxers and a tank top. Kevin has been stripped down to his shorts. And Andrew is fully clothed, except for the jacket he shed upon coming into the house, with his head on Neil's thigh. Kevin is hovering over Andrew, not touching him anywhere below the waist. Never touching him below the waist. Never touching him anywhere Andrew doesn't want him to.
"What am I doing now?" Kevin finally asks. Andrew had pulled Kevin over top of him like this a couple minutes ago and Kevin's been sort of frozen since. Because he's not a virgin, but Andrew makes him feel like one. A pair of hazel eyes stares up at him, seemingly bored. The flush on Andrew's cheeks is the only thing that gives him away.
"Whatever you want."
"That's not how it worksâ"
"It is now. You've graduated, Day. Touch me," Andrew commands. Kevin's hands twitch against the mattress, but he doesn't move them. Not yet.
"Where?"
"Anywhere." Andrew says, the want in his voice making Kevin's breathing catch. It takes a moment for him to process the word. And when he does, he throws himself off the bed. Andrew just stares after him. "Where are you going?"
Kevin sputters and puts his hands in the air. "You can't just change the rules on me like this."
"What rules?" Neil asks.
"Theâ" Kevin can't believe the question. "Oh, goddamn it, Neil. You know exactly what I'm talking about! I can't go from nothing to something to everything. Not like this. You have to tell me, Andrew. I don't know whatâ"
"I just told you what." Andrew says, sitting up a bit to look at him. "Anywhere, anything."
Kevin shakes his head. "No."
"No?"
"I don't want to fuck this up."
"You can't fuck it up."
"Butâ"
"No buts," Andrew interrupts. Kevin's gaze flicks from Andrew's to Neil's, back and forth. Andrew sighs. "Get the fuck over here, Kevin."
Kevin always does what Andrew says.
He moves to settle back over Andrew, propped up on his hands and knees. Andrew reaches for him and grabs the back of Kevin's neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Kevin gasps against his mouth and hears Neil make an appreciative sound, a little hum of a noise, above them. Suddenly there's a hand pushing into Kevin's hair and he knows it's Neil's. Kevin opens his eyes and looks up to meet Neil's eyes. The idiot smiles down at them and Andrew's eyes are closed, his mouth is hot, and... Kevin groans when Andrew fucks his tongue into his mouth.
Kevin moves to slip one hand under Andrew's head and lowers himself onto him, making Andrew exhale against his mouth. They're both half hard, Kevin ruts his hips against Andrew. An experiment that gets a grunt and a nip to his bottom lip.
"Good?" Kevin asks after pulling away a bit.
"Yes. Keep going."
"I want to take your shirt off." Kevin admits. Andrew's expression barely changes, but it does.
"Then do it." Andrew challenges, letting go of Kevin's neck. It takes both of them but Kevin gets the shirt off and drops it beside them. After thinking about it for half a second, he lightly skims a hand up Andrew's side making him shiver. He thinks it's a good sign, but then Neil's leaning in close to his head.
"Firmer, Kev." He whispers.
A hint. A clue from someone who's got years of experience on him. Kevin grabs it and a handful of Andrew's chest, taking Andrew by surprise.
"Really? Groping me, Day?"
"You said anything, didn't you?" Kevin squeezes Andrew's chest and thumbs at his nipple until it's peaked. Then he dips his head back down to press kisses to Andrew's neck. He knows Andrew likes that. It's safe, familiar, good for both of them. Andrew turns his head to the side, likely so he can look at Neil, but Kevin nips his pulse point and Andrew hisses a breath before grabbing him by the nape again and pulling him up like a mother cat does a kitten.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Andrew blinks at him like he's slow. "No. I want you to get on with it."
"You said anything I wanted." Kevin reminds him. "Or are you taking it back?"
"I'm not taking it back."
"Then let me take my time. Want to make you feel good." Kevin returns to Andrew's neck and Andrew's nails scrape against his back. Kevin assumes in appreciation. He nibbles at Andrew's throat until the goalie's breathing is labored, then finally comes up for air. "Can I bite you?"
There's a little spark in Andrew's eyes. Kevin wants to turn it into flame. After a moment, Andrew says 'yes, anything, do you understand the meaning of the word?' and Kevin shuts him up with teeth in the side of Andrew's neck. He sucks a mark there, one that'll bloom purple pedals, then does it again. Again.
He hears a sharp inhale to the side and glances over to see Neil palm himself through his underwear. Andrew tilts his head back to look at Neil and rolls his eyes.Â
"How am I not surprised your neck fetish extends to just watching."
At this point in their relationship, or whatever the fuck this is, Kevin thinks Neil has an Andrew fetish. He doesn't say so.
"Keep going." Neil tells him, almost as affected as Andrew. Kevin obliges, kissing and sucking his way down until he's nearing the waistband of Andrew's jeans. He stops there and raises his head to find Andrew glaring at him.
"Neil," Andrew says. "I think we need to get him an English tutor."
That makes Neil laugh and Kevin rolls his eyes, pinches the inside of Neil's thigh. "You can't fault me for wanting to be sure."
"I can and I will. Keep going or get out."
"Alright then. Instead of asking I'll just tell you. I'm going to take your pants off and then I'm going to blow your mind." Kevin decides, suddenly confident despite only giving a few blowjobs in his life. His decree has Andrew's brows raising.
"That so?"
"Yes." Kevin says firmly, making Neil's lips quirk. He eyes Neil for a moment. "Questions, comments, concerns?"
"None. Go." Neil tells him. So Kevin does. He scoots back and makes quick work of Andrew's remaining clothes, save his armbands. He's never seen what lies beneath them and he doesn't want to, because he has a theory and he doesn't want to test it.
Once Andrew's laid almost bare beneath him, Kevin stares. For a lot longer than he'll ever admit. Finally he dips his head and is thrown off course when he notices a freckle he'd never seen before. He detours past Andrew's cock and presses his lips to his hipbone instead. It's a barely-there thing, just a peck. But it makes Neil inhale sharply.
Kevin looks up at him. "What?"
Andrew's eyes flick up to Neil's, then he rolls them. "He's sentimental."
Kevin isn't sure what that means and it must be obvious from the look on his face. Andrew just shakes his head. "This is not a Q&A, get back to what you were doing."
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Ahh, I don't want it to be over! But alas, here we are, so let me tell you about all the gay moments in Peaceful Property one last time:
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We begin the episode with Home and Peach sitting next to each other and saying sentimental things. Framed by a flamingo. Which is literally a symbol of love (because they're pink and monogamous).
Saying your meeting was destiny while looking each other in the eyes lovingly is somehow not the most romantic line in this episode. It comes pretty close, though.
2
Back in the action, Peach is extremely worried about Home, alone with his would-be murderer.
And when evil lawyer mentions the possibility of Home being dead already, Peach loses is completely. (Though, in a parallel that is funny to me, exclusively, he's again held back by two *according to themselves* oh so weak women. Just like in Kan's home when one woman was enough to completely immobilise him. I'm really not sure why Panpang is so insistent that Peach is so much stronger than her)
Peach knows that they don't have enough time to waste it on those useless cops so he sacrifices himself by confessing to a crime he didn't commit, so at least Kan and Pangpang can try to rescue Home. That's some ride or die devotion right there.
3
A found family bond so strong it single-handedly derailed these scooby doo villains' evil plots several times.
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Pangpang (seen here cosplaying as a ghost pizza) knows that in true romance fashion, Peach must be the one to save Home. (And because we've already established that physical strength can't be the reason, I'm choosing to believe it's the strength of his love for Home that's giving him the advantage.)
So Peach arrives just in time (there's that destiny, that soulmate timing) to prevent Somkid from stabbing Home. And I've previously talked a lot about how much Home has changed because of Peach, but let's take a second to appreciate how much Peach has changed because of Home. He went from hiding behind his little sister at the sight of a ghost, to jumping without hesitation at an armed murderer to save Home.
And once Somkid has been distracted, Home's first priority is, as they always do when there's danger, to go check on and help up Peach.
And then he just keeps holding him while Somkid is busy coming to the realisation that all the evil shit he did was meaningless.
5
There is no way Mr. Real Estate Heir doesn't know how to tie a tie. This is an excuse to share some comfort before the funeral and it is as understandable as it is boyfriend-coded.
6
There's been a lot of Home/Peach doing something the other had previously done, and here's one more:
Just like Home before, Peach also notices immediately when something seems off with Home and wastes no time to go to him and see if he needs to offer help or comfort.
7
And what is the problem? It's, of course, the impending separation that has Home moping over an electric stove cooker thing.
But well, after almost watching Home die, again, Peach has realised he doesn't want to leave. Because even if Home goes back to the US, at least he'll be around the memories they've made together. So Peach decides to stay.
And despite the excuse he comes up with about dialect speaking ghosts, we, and Home, know the real reason.
The "I love you and I don't want to leave you" might be unspoken but Home hears it anyway.
And Home has also finally figured it out.
So he's not leaving either.
And Peach might be a little obtuse about it at first
But Home's real dream has always been to have a family. And he knows he's finally found his. Grandpa knows he's finally found his.
So Home makes it clear to Peach.
And Peach gets it this time.
(Of course, then they immediately have to make a joke out of it because those two might actually be allergic to seriously talking about their feelings for each other. But the message has been recieved, anyway)
8
Their absolutely perfect timing can only be explained by soulmate shenanigans. (also look at him smile)
9
Even the universe is trying to tell them to embrace the gay. With their Cok Long bar turned Cok Long restaurant.
10
The dialogue from the beginning plays again, over shots of their family meal. And with the expression of destiny, the camera focuses in on them. Because while "family" is for all five of them, their "destiny" is just between the two of them. And they look so soft and happy in its glow.
And they look at each other when they laugh, and we leave them to their truly happy ending.
(And maybe one day in the future they will be able to plainly say "I love you" to each other without having to hide it behind five jokes and three metaphors, but until then, they know the truth of it anyway.)
Lesbian Corner
Kan has come to seriously trust and believe in Pangpang. And Pangpang, who felt like a useless burden at the beginning of the show, is made better by it.
And in reverse, Kan, who's been completely serious and focussed on revenge for the last decade, who'd had trouble letting loose and making connections with others even before her father's not-completely-but-in-effect-death, has found in Pangpang someone who can not only make her smile, but make her make jokes to make others smile.
Just like Home and Peach, these two also complement each other. They make up for each others shortcomings and both grow into happier, more well-rounded people through each other.
And with that it's over. Except not quite because I've still got some extra that didn't fit here.
#i'm so glad they got a real proper happy ending#i'm not a hater of open or bittersweet or even sad endings#but those five deserve to be happy and p'dome's words had me worried for them#also i will miss them#and i will miss all of you#this is the first time i have participated so actively in the weekly discussion around a show#and it was a lot of fun#ok i need to make a joke now because i'm actually not any better at talking about feelings than home and peach#but i can't think of one#cool. bye then.#peaceful property#peaceful property the series
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