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myers-meadow · 2 months ago

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Fear and wonder: Jonathan Crane x reader pt. 2

Part one here

Summary: After your bad day, your boss up and quits. What a relief! Later during the week, you go to a concert and meet someone. Jonathan doesn't like that much, though.

This is a slice of life insight into life as Jonathan Crane's best friend - who he has a terrible, obsessive secret crush on.

Warnings: for this chapter, some jealousy starts setting in, some very 'protective' best friend shenanigans. Fem reader.

Divider by @saradika-graphics. Reblogs, comments and feedback are very appreciated! I'm so insane over the Jonathan x best friend reader - the intimacy of knowing each other so well, of his obsession just growing and growing, him controlling every aspect of your life, but how could you notice? He works from the shadows, he is a master manipulator. Ugh god I just love him ok

The Monday after that bad day, your boss didn't show up to work. It was weird, but it was too much of a relief for you to ask questions. Besides, you didn't know her well - and why would you? There were whispers in the break room, but you let it all pass you by, just glad to have her off your back. The intern who messed up apologised to you - they'd heard about the treatment you received on behalf of them the week before. All seemed well.

Later that week, a lot more relaxed, your friend Morgan invited you out to see her girlfriend's band play in a pub on Wednesday. She texted you the address and you went there straight after work, picking up some fries for Morgan and yourself on the way there. The band was great fun, and beside you in the crowd Morgan beamed with pride. After, you got to talking with the bass player, who bought you a drink or two, and put his number in your phone.

During work the next day, you couldn't help but think of what a great night you had, and you texted Morgan a 'thank you for inviting me, it was a great time!', before texting Georg the bass player that it was a great show and other formalities. His reply was immediate. If you would like to go out for a beer sometime? It had you smiling all day.

The only night he was available was on Friday, and he'd visit family in another state for the whole month after, so begrudingly, you called Jonathan that evening. After some small talk, you finally dared to get to the point.

"Something's come up for tomorrow, do you mind we meet another night? I'm free all weekend." It was implied the weekend would be at least partially spent with him already, as that too grew into your routine. The Friday night would often turn into a sleepover, as you'd have a glass of wine or two, or make yourself a mojito, and it was just easier to stay over, or let him sleep over. Some nights, when you missed your bed and looked forward through a relaxed morning sleeping in by yourself, it felt like maybe it had grown into too much of a routine. At least, that when you kept your drinks to non-alcoholic ones, and got up to leave at 1 am, that Jonathan's twinge of disappointment was just a hint too intense. It was too subtle to even consciously register, but here you were, treading lightly when cancelling your weekly Friday meet-up, as though you didn't meet up two times a week every week ever since meeting him.

The slight pause at the other end confirmed your suspicions. "Of course we can reschedule," he said, emotionlessly. "What's come up? Is it work?"

"No," you shook your head even though he wouldn't be able to see it. "Something social." Even through the phone, you imagined him frowning. "What would you like to do on Saturday? I saw adverts for a new horror movie in theatres, we could see that, if you're in the mood for a film," you suggested, hopeful that a subject change would work to distract him.

"Who are you meeting?"

You hesitated before answering. Something about his tone, as impassionate as it was, felt off. "Someone new I met," you decided to go with the truth. Knowing him, he'd read you like an open book on Saturday anyway.

"I see. Well, I'll see you Saturday then. I'll think on what I feel like, talk to you later. Goodbye." And he hung up without another word.

Even as you enjoyed your cocktail with Georg, you couldn't help but feel a bit restless. This indeed was you and Jonathan's night. But you weren't together. You've never had this kind of friendship before, this intense. It was hard to put your finger on what exactly it was, and you racked your brain on what it could be - thinking of the many times there were hints of possessiveness, of how he preferred you to see him as often as you could - instead of other friends. It made you space out a bit, but as soon as you zoned back in, you were taken with Georg's kind eyes. His gentle features, the softness of his features and his body, the strenght in his arms were all so different from Jonathan, Georg lacked the sharp edges and was all the more endearing for it. After two drinks, you reluctantly called it quits, citing having to get up early in the morning, although that wasn't necessarily true.

Georg wanted to drop you off safely, or perhaps he hoped to get invited in for a nightcap, but as you reached your door, he politely only kissed you. You looked at him for another moment, fumbling with your keys. He chuckled as he watched you, shuffling his feet. Was he as nervous as you were? God, it's been ages since you'd been with someone. Perhaps you should. Even if only because you wouldn't see him for at least another month. Live a little, you told yourself. Do what feels right. Every thought about consequence, about the morning after, all dissapeared as you wrapped your arms around his neck for a much deeper kiss. His hands groped you all over as you finally managed to get the key into the lock properly, and he was eager to get you to bed.

Jonathan didn't feel like the movies. Instead, he choose a quaint tea house. You'd been there before, just once. It was a little higher end than you'd prefer, but their tea selection was incredible and really high quality. Everything else, including the jam for the scones, was made themselves, as well. The café had no background music, so when you sat down at a table with him, the chatter of the people around you punctuated the slight discomfort you felt. A tension that was punctiated by how you still buzzed from last night. And fron this morning at the breakfast table - God was he good with his tongue.

"So," Jonathan started, leaning forward over the tiny table in between the two of you, "how was your date?"

"Date?" you echoed, stalling to buy more time.

He nodded, reaching out for the menu and flipping through casually, as though he wasn't eyeing you like a hawk, observing every microexpression. "You always dance around the subject of dating when you're with me. I wonder why."

You considered him for a moment, rubbing your lip. Of course he noticed. The downside of having a psychiatrist for a friend. How could you navigate this best? Coming off accusatory was a bad idea, as was being apologetic because that would admit some kind of guilt you didn't have. You mean, you felt a bit guilty, but only because it felt like one measly date soured Jonathan's mood to the point of ruining your day together. Honesty and vulnerability have so far proven to be the only cure for one of his moods. "I haven't noticed, I don't tend to date that much," you admitted. "Perhaps I'm private about that part of my life, even with you." The way he glanced up at you, just briefly, taken aback at your careful phrasing, you knew you had him. "My mom was very controlling while I was in uni - as you well know, so perhaps I still feel the need to 'hide' it, or pretend its something it's not."

His hand found yours, giving it a brief squeeze before returning to the menu. "You know you don't have to do that with me. Mask, I mean."

Was his use of the work 'mask' here a personal one, or professional? You gave him a smile. "Baby steps," you breathed, relieved. "Which tea are you getting? The 'orange bliss' sounds really good. It's a green tea though." You scrunched up your nose a little, not fond of how bitter green tea could sometimes get.

"The 'autumn spice' would be more your taste," he directed your gaze to a black tea further down the list. "Anise, orange as well, cinnamon, fennel, cloves..."

You pressed your finger to his suggestion. That did indeed sound wonderful. "Which will you have?"

He hummed, eyes scrutunising every option. "I choose this place for their variety, but now that I have to make a decision..."

"I can choose for you. And we can share, too, if you want."

With a look to you, eyes dancing over your face, he shut the menu suddenly. "Alright, you choose."

When the waitress arrived at your table, you ordered your autumn spice, and a peppermint-rose white tea for him.

"No treats? No cakes?" Jonathan asked you teasingly, referencing the last time you two were here and you wanted to try everything they had.

"I'm sweet enough for two," you joked, glad it seemed he was back to his usual self. You wouldn't call him cheerful, but at least he wasn't being passive-agressive anymore. The two of you chatted idly, about your weeks and your it was still so strange your manager just disappeared like that.

"Well, not that I'm complaining," you said, wryly. The server came back and set the teas out for each of you. You thanked her and she was on her way. They let you have bigger pots of water, with smaller cups, and your own saucer of tea leaves. "God, that smells good."

Jonathan followed suit, pouring steaming water over the leaves after putting them in the sieve of his cup. He poured yours too, like the gentleman he was.

"I'm curious to taste what you choose for me," he murmured, inhaling the steam, watching the subtle colours of his white tea swirl in the glass. His glasses fogged up a little.

"You still didn't tell me how your date was," he said, gaze sharp behind his glasses. You swallowed. "You said it was someone new and special."

Some part of you sensed it, yet were too afraid to confront the thoughts surrounding such discovery: what if Jonathan's protectiveness hid... love? A crush? What would that mean for your friendship? Not to think of how much Jonathan didn't seem like the person to be relaxed about the topic of dating in the first place. He seemed to know obsession, and only that - if his work was anything to go by.

"I really like him, we had drinks at that place Vee likes to go to."

"Who is he? Anyone I know? A friend of a friend?"

You shook your head. "No, we met at a concert last week. His name is Georg, with the beautiful rolling r," you gestured as you spoke, unable to stop a smile from forming. "He plays bass guitar in Morgan's girlfriend's band. They're quite good, too. A heavier version of indie rock, with some post-punk influences."

He clicked his tongue, before leaning forward to take a first, careful sip of tea. "Do you think you can trust him?"

"You sound like my mother."

He looked at you, blinked and let the accusation slide. "I worry about you, considering your past love life. The last one ghosted you after you slept with him, it was painful." He raised an eyebrow at you. Ouch. "Will you see him again?"

"I hope so. He's in a rather different field work-wise, but I understand not having personal and professional intersect, and we had such interesting conversations about that. How's your tea?"

He decided to go along with you and let the subject rest for now, his expression softened a little. Even thought it's only been months, once you started paying attention, it was rather easy to read him. Perhaps it was around you that he felt comfortable, and didnt try to hide so much of himself anymore, you thought aimlessly. The idea of that tugged at your heartstrings as he combed a hand through his hair. He tried a good sip of tea.

"Hot," he grimaced, but then smiled gently. "It's wonderful. The freshness and sweetness combine really well with the white tea. Here, give it a try."

The tension dissapated and you were more than glad for it. Eager, you took the tea glass from his hands, not failing to notice the way Jonathan looked at you as you tried his tea. It was warm on your tongue, indeed, the flavours were delightfully light and airy.

"It almost tastes like a floral tea. Is that lavender?"

He smiled, almost proudly. "Very perceptive."

"Here, try mine," and you let him have the first sip. He nodded after he tried it, pushing it back to you.

"Very strong flavour. It's good, you'll like it."

And you did. It was exactly the tea you'd been craving; sweet yet spicy, warming you all the way down as you drank. The smile was audible in your voice as you said: "You know me so well."

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poppy-metal · 4 months ago

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Need to be the girl older art and patrick pressure into sleeping with them. Just a girl who helps around the church , bake sales, fundraisers, a true angel as the regulars call her. Art sees you around church and you guys converse here and there, then you become his babysitter. Taking care of lily while he’s out playing at some country club or just at a conference for his next collaboration with a sports company. BUT HE WANT THAT COOKIE SO BAD like so pathetically. Trying not to cream his pants when you refer to him as daddy when you talk to lily, or when you and lily color and hold up the papers with big beams and he literally just stares at your face “s’pretty yeah” . Every night you leave he finds himself strangling his cock with hand, making the “o” shape grip on his cock tighter cause that’s how he imagines your pussy feels.

Never says anything to you, but goes to vent to Patrick. Patrick thinks he’s stupid and desperate til he sees you in your little summer dress twirling with lily in the backyard to the music played over a speaker. and the two stand there watching you like how they watched tashi the night of the adidas party.

Later on, lily got picked up by her grandparents for the weekend and arts on the grill, says he should get to know you if you’re gonna spend so much time at his house. Patrick’s just grinning ear to ear when he sees how you keep looking down at your lap and speaking so softly. Bombarding you with questions like “how do you like this town? how old are you? you plan on going to college? play any sports? you got a bf?” leaning towards you with his arms rested on his knees. telling you he doesn’t bite cause you can’t even look him in the eye.

“Alright Patrick, leave the poor girl alone.” Art chuckles. Even tho he likes how small you’re growing under Patrick. Couple Beers later you’re all giggly and laughing but they’re just plotting. Taking you to arts king bed. Asking you if you ever been with older men, or even been with anyone. If you touch yourself. Patrick just gets impatient and kisses you and bazinga☝️threesome

FFFFFFF need patrick to coax you into "taking care" of art - you're all relaxed and loose limbed from drinking your wine coolers while they drank their gross manly beers - need to sit on mr donaldsons lap while he leans his head back and watches me through lazy eyes as patrick guides me into rocking my hips back and forth over his stiff cock. cock you've been thinking about for months now - touching yourself at night too -

and maybe art wouldn't have been down to do this week's ago - but he's single and fucking lonely and his ex wife has started dating a new guy and if that wasn't a knife to the gut he doesn't know what is - it did make him open his eyes, though. open him more to you - has him sliding a warm palm up your thigh to you'd waist to squeeze you.

hhhhh need to be their good little girl for the night.

#ask

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night-dazai · 9 months ago

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Ex's -FWB (Gojo x Reader X Geto)

Summary: You have dated both of them and fucked both of them individually but what if you get the chance to fuck them at the same time?

Tags warnings: sex, pron with little plot, female reader, vagina fucking, tit fucking, nipple pulling and slapping, stepping on, rough sex, threesome.

I wrote this at 1 am and I am so sorry I took so long for this plus if you find any mistakes, I would like to say sorry and if any mistakes let me know will make sure to correct them in the next works. Thank you.

It was the same normal night, the four teachers and adults sat in your house drinking wine while chatting mostly Gojo chatting on and Utahime arguing back as you and Geto watched like parents.

“I am so used to people arguing I will never find it amusing again, “ you said sipping your wine while Geto laughed “ kinda true “

Gojo turned his frowning face towards you, these nights when it is just you guys relaxing he does not wear blind or any glasses “Huh!” he said in a high-pitched voice mouth pulled up in smug annoyance “Well then what will amuse you “ he asked trying to sound like a gangster.

You and Geto could not hold in the giggles as Gojo imitated his high school self “Well cause I hear this fight same fight as to what series is good every weekend and you still want me to find people fighting amusing or even a bit interesting “ you said shrugging your shoulders.

Geto joined “True, at max annoyed is what we will feel “ he said taking a bite of the expensive cheese. All 3 special grade soccer and one semi-grade 1 all rich people unwinding on a weekend after hard work.

Utahime wanted to add on when her phone rang disturbing the playful fight seeing the caller ID made her face curl up with annoyance with disgust “That guy..” she mumbled as Gojo took her personal space towering over her head “The great MR. fucked up ?” he said in a mocking tone “ shut it, you aint any better “ she spat at him and cut the call.

Your conversations were interrupted by Utahime’s phones ringing continuously and after a point she turned it off and in a few seconds your phones rang “Hello?” you asked answering Megumi.

Your face frowned in anger after talking for a minute “Leave them alone we are coming “ you said and went silent the next second balling your fists you spoke again “She. will. Come “You cut the call.

Anger is visible in your action “The kids in school are being troubled by your ex, and they are scared to do anything to him cause he is a normal human plus he has been pulling at Nobara and Megumi is pissed “.

Utahime said nothing finishing her glass she took her phone and bag kissed you and Geto a goodbye “ fuck off” to Gojo and rushed out as you shouted “ If you want us , call “ and all she did was wave back before closing the front door.

The lovely peaceful time you guys have every Sunday is broken “tch” Geto murmured but due to the complete silence, it was heard loud and clear. “Oi, don't get so mad I thought she was your ex? “Gojo said playing with a grape near his lip.

“She is but she is still my friend and that's the guy no matter how much I told her she choose that piece of shit and now the school is troubled “he ran his hand through his thick locks untangling two knots.

“Well, then have you guys wondered one thing “ you say grabbing their attention and trying to distract yourself from the annoyed feeling “We all have dated each other but still manage to be such lovely friends” Your smile so pure not like your thoughts (for now ).

Gojo and Geto stare at you for 2 seconds blinking and suddenly burst out laughing “Wha..what” you asked confused by their sudden behaviours “Well sweetheart, lovely friends? your boobs are sure my friends “ Gojo said laughing to his heart's content “When she broke up with him I was the one comforting her that night “Geto said smirking.

You blinked, confused “Is it the wine and beer we had before ? or are they drunk? “ you thought (yep! both are drunk out of their minds , while you still have some rationality left. ) “You are saying you are still close to me cause of my body ?” the answer was obvious but you wanted an answer.

Was the alcohol getting to your head not sure but you felt hot, geto had his chin on his hand which rested gracefully on his knee “Well not sure what do you think ?” he asked voice oozing with lust “Well I sure am gonna say yes” Gojo said spreading his legs open leaning back. Both were dominating the room and you felt suffocated …but it felt good.

How long has it been since you were in a relationship? how long has it been since you last touched your pussy? Maybe…

You got up and opened your glass window revealing the beautiful city lights “The city where we all are, we protect it, we created it and why not show it something new “ you said turning with a sly look.

You were nervous about what you were about to do, you were so sober you were thinking of excuses you would say in the morning. Having slept with Gojo and Geto individually you know how the fuck you soo good like the slut you wanted to be treated as.

You removed the knot of your floral frock letting it open like a bathroom “Good thing I wore this dress” you thought. You could notice their smiles getting bigger and so did their eyes scanning you “Why not try …” your bra is removed “ new and “ your panties thrown where your other clothes are “ fun” You were on the floor pinching your nipples and legs wide open “ not interested?” you asked voice low and soft you knew both liked it that way.

Geto leaned back smiling “Well first let's see how the dog wants to be treated, “ he said removing his belt, “What a sight Utahime missed a nice time”, Gojo said getting up and moving closer to you “Well well this is a sight suguu look at this bitch cunt leaking”. His legs brushed your slit, making you flinch and whimper.

It's been so long it felt so good you pinched your nipples hard when Gojo pushed his foot at your entrance with force “Like getting stepped on?” he kneeled and spread your folds with his hands “Hello been a while since I came here “ he said fingers running up and down but never going in like you wanted. “Beg,” Gojo whispered in your ear got up and went back to his seat releasing his hard cock “Come on here, princess “

As you crawled to him on all fours you noticed that Suguruhas already has his cock out and stroking it the tip flushed red “Be a good girl and serve him “ he said leaning back.

No matter how much of a strong person you were with the curses you had always had someone to take charge in your relationship life, none of your partners could do it but these two did it so well, maybe a bit too well and it affected your work.

“But what can go wrong with just casual sex ?” you thought and nuzzled your face on Gojo’s tigh “Go on, “ he said as you started licking and massaging his balls. The scent of the dick you missed made your head mushy “Wow you really like this don't you ?” his white hair stuck to his forehead as he licked his lips pushing your head further down.

Your windpipe felt hot and tiny keeping your hands on his thighs you kept breathing through your nose “Let her breathe Satoru “ Geto’s gentle voice made you open your eyes “ MUH!” you yelped with your mouth stuffed with a dick as your ass turned red under the impact of his hand “ lift “ he ordered.

You got on all fours shaking your ass as his hands gripped it with a bruising hold “It has been soo long “ he said rubbing the tip on the clit making you see stars. You were throbbing yet having your mouth stuffed itself felt too full now, you tried to push against his abdomen “Nah princess” he said grabbing your hands and locking them on your small back.

There is not much of a height difference but you did kinda look small compared to them, his tip slipped slowly into you stretching the tight cunt while your mouth was being abused with Gojo’s strong thrust as he searched his high.

“Ahhh~ so good, you have no idea how I missed this dirty slut “ he said pushing the snow-white strands of hair from his wet forehead “Deeper baby going to cum “ he purred thrusts getting sloppier. Your jaw hurt but little did that matter when Geto was busy thrusting his hips at a rough pace.

His grip on your hand had you in one place unable to move you just let them take you any way they wanted, mouth drooling with pre-cum and drool, pussy dripping with your cum and juices “Come on girl you have cum once now wait “ he said in a threatening voice sending shivers down your spine.

“Don't spill “ the white-haired man above you said before shooting his load down your throat. The thick salty substance flowed down your warm neck “Wow, your skills are not rusty at all “ he smirked.

His long pale fingers snaked to your clit as his friend's dick abused, he started rubbing your clit at the same time while pinching your nipples the calloused hands felt soo rough but yet good on your soft skin.

“Ge..geto~” you mumbled almost in a whisper “Yeah dear”, his sweat-dripping face with his long black hair loose just made you want to cum on the spot but being the good girl you were you asked for permission “No dear not yet, “ he said at the same time Satour pinched your clit hard making you yelp.

“Come on listen to him “ he murmured rubbing soothing circles making you moan feeling you high close “Please” you begged again “Change “ Geto mumbled and in a second you were leaning back on the chair satour once sat with your legs spread open while your hole is empty.

You were high lost and the feeling of hands on you lost “Why.~” you asked in a whiny voice “Open “ Gojo ordered pumping his shaft at your entrance “Good girl “ he mumbled going in one go. It was thick and long, you could never get used to it “I am going to get more condoms “ Geto said pulling his pants up again as Gojo just nodded his head in acknowledgement.

TIME SKIP

How many times have you come? no idea? Pain? pleasure? not sure, no you wanted dick and dick was all you could think, Gojo was thrusting at a rough pace while ghetto used your soft plush tits to rub more of your cum on his dick.

Your whole body was covered in cum and sweat as the two had their way with you, your eyes rolling back, tongue out hanging while the thrusts did not stop “Focus love” Geto brought you back by pinching your nipples hard.

At this point they felt kinda painful yet there was a kind of pleasure in the numb feeling you moaned “ she last her voice. “ Gojo asked in a mocking tone looking down at you. After a few more thrusts he shoots his load in, your walls still somehow could clench around him grunting he pulled out and watched “Ohh ~~”.

Body bruised in purpler and red hickeys and hand marks, cum and sweat covered your soft skin you lay on the carpeted floor panting trying to focus your eyes, unable to they closed as you went into to sleep. Your surroundings are covered in your discarded clothes and used condoms.

Seeing your breath even out both smiled “She must be very tired, fucking her raw was a bit too much I even bought the condoms “ Geto said carrying you in princess style to the bathroom with Gojo at his heel “Well yeah we fucked her good “ he said still looking at the leaking cum covering your cunt and ass in white “ enough we went too rough on her “ his friend warned him as.

After cleaning you and putting you in your bed “I think we know what we are now right ?” Gojo asked drying his hair “Yeah, maybe we should have fucked her soon?” Geto asked looking at you with his chin resting on his hands, his long black hair loose “She sure was a good slut “ he murmured kissing your forehead “Good night princess “.

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msfcatlover · 1 year ago

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The Public Personas I think each Wayne Kid would get in the Reverse Robins verse

Duke: The easy-going, down-to-earth, reasonable one. Or, perhaps more accurately, the straightman to Bruce’s comedian. Duke’s fond exasperation & surprisingly grown-up attitude as a child made for an excellent counter to Brucie’s bombastic antics, and had plenty of people joking that Duke was the actual parent between the two of them. Seeing the two of them at work is seeing a decade-perfected comedy tag-team in action, and it is a beautiful thing. As Duke grew up, his reputation shifted to being the Chillest Dude (gender neutral) in any given room, and he mastered the sort of subtle, charismatic warmth that makes everyone feel like they’re your best friend. Duke’s one of those celebrities you just want to crack a beer open with and chat about your day, because they seem like they’d be fun to hang out with, y’know? (Which also helps separate him from his hero identities. Duke Thomas? Dress up like a cross between a motorcycle racer & medieval knight in order to speed around downtown, jump off bridges & skyscrapers, and kick the Joker in the face on a biweekly basis? Are you fucking high?)

Damian: Starts out as the acerbic, hotheaded brat. Grows up into Gotham’s favorite Bad Boy With A Heart Of Gold, thanks to both his maintained public attitude & work with helping animals around the world, even after he mostly moves to Bludhaven. (Yes, he rides a motorcycle, wears mostly leather, and has just so many piercings. Most of the piercings are fake, so that they can’t be grabbed in fights; the real ones he almost exclusively wears small studs in. They all come out in preparation for patrol.)

Cassandra: The Ice Queen, so cool & confident that some people genuinely think the family is lying about her selective mutism and it’s just a front so she has an excuse to ignore people. (She is deeply offended by this.) Zero tolerance for bullshit, cutting edge fashionista, single handedly got ASL added as a language course to every school in Gotham, and got plenty of rich jerks to learn if only to know what she was gossiping about with her siblings when they kept glancing over and laughing at everyone else. Universally assumed to be the one who'll take over WE when Bruce retires, despite her complete lack of interest.

Steph: The Wild Child, the only one to follow in Brucie’s footsteps. This was not the persona she wanted but in her society debut gala, something came up and Duke needed a distraction so he could go deal with it. Steph set her shoulders, grabbed a bottle off the snack table behind them, and said, “You got it.” First impressions are everything, and she never could shake that one… not helped by the fact that sometimes, an empty-headed party girl was exactly what they needed to gather information, and Steph had both the reputation to play the part & clout to get wherever she wanted once Bruce fostered her. (After her death, people call it a “downward spiral.” Others counter this with a clip from an interview she gave earlier that year, where Stephanie Brown talked about her hard work in school & the community, and her frustration over her reputation. “Of course it bothers me,” she said, “It bothers me that what I’m wearing matters more than the causes I promote. It bothers me that a few sips of wine outweigh organizing an entire event. It bothers me that flirting with people my own age upsets people more than a fucking shooting in downtown Gotham!” She laughed bitterly. “Is it the hair? Should I dye it? Would that make people take me more seriously?” She turned to look directly into the camera, tears shining in her eyes. “I’m—I’m sixteen. What do you want from me?”)

Tim: Tim starts out as the resident Cool Nerd. He’s friendly, he’s chill, he likes skateboarding & computer games—and also, he GMs on the weekends, he likes to solve math puzzles & write his own algorithms, he knows more about the history of sci-fi than any human has right to. Tim’s the kind of nerd who makes his nerdy hobbies seem cool by association. (Still figuring the rest out, honestly. Since he’s Oracle in this verse, part of me feels like he’d stay out of the public eye more? But another part of me says Tim would make his public persona as loud as possible, so that people think of him beyond his injury. “Bruce Wayne’s Paraplegic Son” is not an identity Tim would ever be okay letting people define him by, I think. I know he does a lot of charity work, and is more open to talking about his challenges than Cass is, in a very “if I tell you upfront, you can’t use it against me (also, maybe someone else needs to hear this)” kinda way. I know he’s still involved in the business world to some degree. I’m just having trouble pinning down how Tim would characterize Timothy Drake-Wayne [post-injury] to the public.)

Jason: Jason is kinda the inverse of Damian, being soft-spoken & seemingly shy until you bring up a cause he cares passionately about. He's very protective of his siblings, and is responsible for about 80% of the "Wayne Kids Spotted! You Won't Believe These Adorable Pictures!" tabloid headlines (Cass & Damian dote on Jason, those candids being one of the only times people get pictures of their "soft sides." Jason also volunteers to help Duke & Tim out a lot, and is often seen trailing after them trying to look professional.) Every woman over 30 in Gotham just wants to pinch his pudgy little cheeks, at least until Jason hits his last growth spurt and comes back from a year abroad looking like an absolute hunk. But still just as humble, just as polite, and just as passionate about helping others. Isn't he just a Big Ol' Marshmallow? (Jason maintains this reputation mainly by biting his tongue & constantly reminding himself if he can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. After every single interview or public event, you can find him down in the cave, ranting to himself about everything that pissed him off and taking it out on the poor training dummies.)

Dick: Started out very surly & private, but all his siblings defended that the poor boy had gone through so much trauma in under a year (losing his parents, being taken from the family he grew up with, and then losing Bruce just a few months later,) that it was only to be expected. They worked hard to keep him protected from the public eye while he was grieving. When little Richie finally made his public debut, Gotham was delighted to discover an energetic Sunshine Child, who wasn't exactly a great listener & was more than a bit of a showoff, but gosh darn if he wasn't the cutest thing anyone had seen in years. (Dick keeps up the shallow-but-cheerful Sunshine act all the way into his adult life, coming the closest out of any of them to having a true Brucie persona as an adult.)

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bejeweledblondie · 1 year ago

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Maroon

Alex Keller x F! Reader

Summary: A barracks party, spilled red wine, & a hangover bring a unlikely pair together (inspired by the Taylor Swift song off of the album Midnights)

Warnings: a lil spicy, female anatomy

You couldn’t believe your friend talked you into coming here. She had matched with some soldier off of Tinder & wanted a friend to come with her to make sure she was safe. As soon as you guys got onto the freakin base she ran off with her Tinder match, leaving you alone. Sitting in a lawn chair you were nursing a glass of red wine. The wine was incredibly cheap, & you winced every time you took a sip. Pure bitterness sat on your tongue. A group of soldiers were only a couple feet away from you playing some beer pong & other drinking games. They were insufferably loud & were incredibly drunk.

As you sat there mentally making a list of judgements you had no idea that you had an admirer. Alex stood cigarette in hand with a open beer can next to him overlooking out into the parking lot. The lower enlisted soldiers were up to their usual weekend shenanigans & he wanted to make sure nothing happened. No matter how many safety briefings at least one soldier was in some sort of trouble. He had noticed the young woman in the lawn chair with the wine in her hand. She looked absolutely miserable. Presumably, not there by choice judging by her body language.

She wore a fitted white cropped shirt & a pair of denim shorts. He couldn’t help noticed how well her chest filled out the shirt. Licking his lips he watched as she adjusted her shirt a bit. She looked around at the maroon sunset sky above her taking her eyes off of the soldiers playing beer pong. Then she looked over towards the barracks noticing Alex unapologetically looking at her. A crimson blush appeared on his cheeks from the embarrassment of getting caught checking her out.

You bit your red stained lips stifling a laugh at the handsome soldier with the facial hair who was just caught. He must’ve felt bold, because she watched him make his way down the stairs walking over to where she was seated. A lit cigarette & open can of beer where in one of his hands. The can looked significantly smaller in his hands with his hands nearly wrapped the around the entire circumference. A small crimson heat started to heat up your face in anticipation.

“Hello ma’am,” He said as he finally reached you. You looked up at handsome man & smiled. “I’m sorry for staring but I couldn’t help it.” He admitted. “You’re just so pretty I had to tell you that.” The heat on your face started to intensify from his compliment. “I’m Alex.” He said holding out his hand. You took his hand in yours shaking it.

“Y/N.” You replied smiling at him.

“I’m assuming you’re not here on your own free will.” He joked.

“Nope.” You said & started to play with the rim of the wine glass. “My friend decided to drag me here to make sure nothing would happen to her while she met up with some soldier.” You explained. “But now I can’t seem to locate her.”

“Ah,” He replied. “Which dating app?”

“Tinder.” You replied bluntly.

“Old reliable.” He joked & took a drag of his cigarette. “By chance would you want to come & sit up on the balcony it’s warmer then sitting down here. You’ll also be away from those idiots.”

“Sure,” You said & accepted his offer. “It beats sitting down here.” When you went to stand up your tripped over a rock spilling your red wine all down the front of your white t-shirt revealing your scarlet lace bra. The burgundy liquid stuck to your skin & completely stained the white material. “Shit!” You screamed out in frustration. Not that Alex enjoyed your misfortune of you ruining a perfectly good t-shirt but he wasn’t complaining at the sight in front of him.

“If you want I could give you one of my old t-shirts to wear for the time being.” He offered trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

“I’d actually really appreciate it.” You replied taking him up on his offer. He lead you up the stairs to his barracks room. It was neat, well kept somewhat surprising you. A stark contrast from unkept messy room of the soldier your friend ran off with. He dug into a drawer & threw you an old pt shirt.

“If you’d like to take a quick shower to get cleaned up the bathroom is just through that door.” He offered. You walked into the bathroom & started the shower. Stripping out of your wine stained shirt & jeans you hopped into the shower. The warm water washed away the sticky red substance from your body. Once you were finally clean you grabbed the maroon bath towel that laid on the towel rack wrapping yourself in it. You walked out & Alex sat on his bed scrolling through this phone. He felt your presence & his eyes raked over your towel clad frame. You don’t know if was the wine talking or the sexual tension that been building but you dropped the towel. Pressing your blood red lips to his you had absolutely no idea you were getting yourself into.

You awoke the next morning with a heavy arm draped over your waist cocooned in burgundy bed sheets. The soft snores of Alex woke you up from the daze you were in. An overwhelming dull hangover made you groan as your eyes caught some of the light peaking out between the curtains. Alex stirred & woke up to you laying in his arms. His lips were stained from the lipstick that was now smeared onto your cheek. He pressed a small kiss to your lips & pulled you in tighter to his body.

“How did I end up here anyway?” You asked groaning.

“My roommates cheap red wine & screw top rosé.” He replied.

#call of duty #cod imagines #cod masterlist #cod modern warfare #call of duty smut #alex keller #alex keller x reader #alex keller x you #ghost call of duty #ghost x y/n #captain john price #captain price #captain price x y/n #cod x reader #john price x reader

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sacredstarcatcher · 2 years ago

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Cruel Summer - Part 3

Jake & Sam x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, angst, cuteness, flirting and pining, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism, breeding kink if you squint, I think that's it!

a/n: I hope everyone traveling this weekend stays safe and has a blast! everyone else, enjoy your forbidden twin friday. <3

Josh and Sam kept their promise. After your first week of teaching “Under the Sea” to 43 kindergarteners, you found yourself heading up the gravel driveway to Josh’s house for Saturday evening dinner. Both brothers had insisted you come visit and let them cook for you, citing how exhausted you must be from forming the minds of our youth. It was hard to say no.

They cooked dinner for you in tandem, insisting you sit at the breakfast bar and serve two purposes.

The first, audience. They somehow knew the words to every single song the speaker on top of the fridge spat out, no matter the genre. No spoon was safe from being used as a microphone, drumstick, or makeshift guitar. The high ceilings of Josh’s home made for incredible acoustics, amplifying them to a point where you were sure someone was going to call a wellness check on you all soon.

The second purpose you served was taste tester. Sam insisted he had to understand your “taste profile” by getting your opinion on every aspect of the dish they were preparing. You may or may not have blushed each time he offered you a spoon which he of course had blown on to make sure it was cool), gently placing a warm hand under your chin to make sure you didn’t get any sauce on your clothes.

After a delicious meal paired with comically large glasses of wine, the three of you retire to the library, buzzed and smiling. It’s an amazing space you wish you could pick up and put right inside your own home, if it wasn’t as big as your entire apartment. You’re sitting on a leather sofa, which would not have been your first choice if you had a library, seeing as your thighs are stuck to the material after about 2 minutes, but you’re on a teacher’s salary and comfortable nonetheless.

The room is painted an inviting green, filled wall to wall with books, light wood shelving holding them all in place. The windows are dressed with gauzy linen curtains and hanging plants, and the wood floor is adorned with a large, soft area rug reminiscent of shag carpeting, but a little classier. You’re nuzzled under a blanket, the air conditioning chilling your bare legs. A record is playing softly in the background and there are candles seemingly everywhere. You observe from your cozy spot on the couch as Sam and Josh are playing a game of after-dinner drunk chess while you’re sipping at the third espresso martini your not-boyfriend’s twin crafted for you.

“You’re the only people I know that turn chess into a drinking game… When does someone win?” you half-whine, absentmindedly checking your phone for a text from Jake, but you don’t have any notifications.

“Mmm,” Josh ponders aloud, stroking his goatee. “When they pass out, or,” he explains, knocking over one of Sam’s pieces dramatically, “When they do this!”

Sam groans and finishes the ¾ full glass of beer on the table without flinching, wiping his hand with the back of his hand. A memory flashes at the back of your mind, sparking your imagination. At first you remember Jake, one knee on his four-poster bed, face glistening after spending the better part of 20 minutes between your thighs. He goes to raise his hand to his face but your tipsy, present mind takes over and it’s Sam in your head now, his long hair resting on his bare shoulders, soft eyes offering you a smile insisting he’s ever so pleased with himself as he ducks his head towards his hand, his own face glistening in the moonlight. You nearly jump out of your skin at the clap of Josh’s hands as he begins his jerky, stiff victory dance. You laugh nervously, heart pounding in your chest, warmth pooling between your thighs. You look to Sam who’s eyeballs deep in his phone, texting like a madman. Good. Nothing is amiss.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m fuckin’ beat,” Josh says, and you take the hint to stand and start folding the blanket you were using to warm your legs. Before you can even begin, you fall slightly forward to the couch, unable to do anything but stumble after the drinks you’ve had decide to hit your system all at once.

“I think you should stay for a little while and sober up. Samuel will babysit you. Right, Sammy Boy?” He chides in a sing-songy voice, slipping on his house shoes from under the coffee table. Sam looks up from his phone, obviously not paying attention.

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine.” He directs his attention back to the screen, typing additions to an already expansive paragraph in the message box.

“You can stay down here,” Josh says, referencing the guest room next door, “or just hang until you can drive. Doesn’t matter to me, just lock the door on the way out.”

You thank him genuinely before finally standing up straight and stretching. Josh gives you an incredibly tight hug before affectionately patting Sam on the head and vacating the library.

“Make sure you’re safe to drive! And blow out the candles!” he shouts down the stairs. Sam rolls his eyes, mumbling something about letting his house burn down. Busy re-orienting yourself with the solid ground, you decide not to scold him for being mean to his brother.

You plop back into your seat and Sam gets up from the floor, moving to sit at the other end of the loveseat. Spreading out to get comfortable, you lift your legs to rest them over his lap and toss the blanket over both of you as he texts absentmindedly, a concerned frown on his face.

“What’s up?” you ask quietly. He stops for a moment as if he’s calculating his next response and locks his phone, abandoning the novel he was working on.

“Do you ever have moments…” he pauses, taking a deep breath. You can tell he’s reconsidering opening up. He’s unguarded now, almost anxious, and you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Moments….” you repeat, encouraging him.

“Moments where you think you and Jake aren’t really right for each other?”

Immediately, you let out a laugh. It’s not a “haha, funny!” laugh. It's an awkward, embarrassed, “this is something that bothers me!” laugh.

“Ha! No. Not really. We’re not together.” You can’t help but fidget with the hem of the fleece blanket.

“But you want to be, right?” It’s impossible not to feel his eyes boring holes into you. He’s got his head tilted towards you, his best attempt at being cheeky despite his sour mood.

“I haven’t really thought about it.” Sam knows you’re lying because he laughs now, and you look up at him in faux shock. “What! I mean it!”

“I’ve never met a girl content with being a secret. And I’ve met a lot of girls.” He’s trying to change the subject and you’re not going to let him get away with it.

“This isn’t about me!” you say, swatting at him from across the couch. Your laughter dies down and the two of you are left with echoing silence again. The record has to be flipped but you’re afraid to move.

“What’s going on with you?” It’s barely above a whisper as you stare at his side profile.

“The person you date is supposed to make your life more enjoyable. Right?” You nod and wait for him to continue. He’s taking his time, thinking very carefully about what he says.

“What if they just… Don’t?”

You’re completely unsure of what to say. He continues on, relieving you of the responsibility of responding for now.

“Is it possible to love someone and not like them? Is that what settling down is like? Just… Tolerating someone because you picked them and you kinda just have to?”

You stare at each other for a tense moment in the candlelit library, and it feels like the world has stopped spinning on its axis. As if the two of you are the only people alive in the world. After a few seconds of listening to your blood pound in your ears, you let out a shaky breath.

“Do you?” you question nervously. “Do you love her?”

“I don’t know.” His voice is so quiet now, so boyish and gentle. “Do you think that’s love? Doing what you think you have to do, even if it’s at the expense of what you really want?” You blink back the tears forming in your eyes and take in his sad face, his furrowed brow and downturned lips. Your heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your chest.

“I don’t, Sammy.”

-oOo-

That night, you spend the evening in Josh’s guest bedroom. In the morning you rise to an empty home with a note on the counter.

Went to get Rosie. Be back soon.

Rosie? Was that her name? You hadn’t asked. It’s nice to know your talk last night helped and he was on his way to his girlfriend to make amends. You sigh wistfully and walk around the kitchen island, searching for any signs of a coffee maker as you push the delusion of any connection you may have had last night to the back of your mind. It was the alcohol and the candles and the library. You were under environmental influence. That was the problem.

Suddenly the front door opens and the quick pitter patters of what you can only imagine are paws interrupts your internal reasoning. Turning around, you see Sam in the doorway with a leash and his dog who now you can only assume is Rosie running towards you.

“Oh my god, Hi!” You’re immediately crouching to greet her, scratching her chin, accepting her kisses. He calls her with a laugh and she retreats, sitting dutifully at his feet at the entryway of the kitchen. He’s dressed in a busy silk shirt; vertical stripes of alternating yellow floral and tiny polka dots. You can see the paths his fingers took as he ran them through his unwashed hair, his yellow-lensed sunglasses resting on top. Yellow seems to be the theme, seeing as his shorts are a somehow busier yellow pattern than his shirt, the inseam so short you see the expanse of his thighs. You’re broken from your trance when he speaks, closing your mouth from its previously agape position as you ogled him.

“This is my baby girl, Rosie.” She’s pawing at his shoe as if she wants to tell him something, her tail wagging. He furrows his brow at her for a moment before murmuring, “go ‘head,” tentatively.

Rosie trots over to you as soon as she gets permission, nudging you with her snout. You kneel back down to greet her again and she sits, leaning herself against you. She’s looking up at you with the sweetest eyes you’ve ever seen.

“She’s a service dog,” he says, watching the two of you interact. “...Are you nervous?”

You pet her ears, smiling sweetly.

“Maybe a little? I mean. I wasn’t really expecting you guys to burst through the door.” You can’t seem to think of a better excuse to tack on to the end of your already shitty one, so you go on baby talking Rosie and accepting her sweet affection. It’s not like you could explain that he walked in on you having weird, almost jealous feelings for him as you imagined he was off making up with his girlfriend.

“I mean. Either that or she’s just taken a liking to you.” He smiles at the two of you before beginning to put her leash down, but he freezes. “Do you want to go get breakfast? I know this great cafe. Unless you-”

“Breakfast sounds great,” you respond quickly, not giving him another moment to doubt himself.

-oOo-

He carts the three of you (yes, Rosie too) through the streets of downtown Nashville in his Tesla, cursing not one, not two, but three people for taking the parking spots he had his eye on. You laugh at his comically short fuse and eventually hop out of the car once he’s found a place to park it.

The cafe he’s brought you to offers outdoor seating, and he explains that it’s his favorite because they always bring Rosie her own bowl of water and a snack when they bring his meal. You agree that it’s incredibly cute and follow the hostess to your table.

You sit across from each other and decide what to order, searching the menus in the sunshine. Rosie sits comfortably on top of your feet, her leash tethered under the leg of Sam’s chair. You take a second to admire him as he studies the options as if he hasn’t been here a hundred times before. He recommended nearly everything you’re reading on the menu to you in the car on the way. You take every detail of him in, basking in the morning summer sun; he’s got on his funky yellow sunglasses and you can’t help but laugh when he catches you staring.

“What’s on your schedule for this week with the kids?” he asks, closing his menu.

“We’re starting on costumes. I’m trying to sort through everything the parents have donated. My apartment looks like the most macabre aquarium you’ve ever seen.” He laughs loudly at your remark, making the server who’s approaching jump.

“Oh GOD, sorry,” he says in his thick michigan accent, laughing through every word. You can’t help but smile endearingly at the way it comes through so clearly compared to his brothers.

The two of you place your orders and pick up where you left off almost instantly.

“I hope asking about your work doesn’t stress you out or anything,” he says. “I’m just like. Proud of you or whatever.”

The way he’s attempting to be casual but is so incredibly genuine stops you in your tracks; it takes you a moment to process. He cares about how you feel and what you’re doing, and it’s a kindness you haven’t been afforded in a while.

“Thanks Sammy,” you respond as you reach for your glass of cold water, concealing your smile and flushed cheeks.

“I mean it,” he says, bolder now that you’ve reacted well to his compliments. “You do good stuff. You have a really good heart.”

“Yeah?” you ask, testing the waters, hoping he’ll bite and pour a little more of his honey-sweet praise over you. He leans back in his chair, taking in your rose-painted cheeks and delighted smirk.

“Yeah!” he says incredulously, faux-shocked, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He can’t help but oblige and flirt right back, enjoying the obvious effect he’s having on you. “We write songs about saving the world and loving each other and all that shit, but you’re the one actually doing it.” The slight tilt of your head informs him of how pleased you are to hear his high compliments as you trace your finger around the rim of your glass.

“You’re amazing,” he says bluntly. Your eyes shoot up to meet him and he’s staring right at you. There’s a moment where you’re unsure of what to say. Your heart truly feels like it’s being squeezed in your chest as your lips part slightly, staring back at him. You finally break eye contact and push your hair behind your ear, looking at the street around you, waiting for the tension to dissipate. Eventually your eyes find his again, and he’s still staring.

“Thank you, Sammy.”

-oOo

You hear from Jake a few times while he’s gone. He sent you a picture of his view in the studio without a caption one afternoon. There was a 11:43pm text on a Thursday that just said hi to which you responded, and he ignored. Then, he called you drunk on the last Friday evening he was away, telling you he was returning on the first flight Saturday morning and to “expect him,” followed by a loud belch, a fit of giggles, and the sound of his phone being tossed onto the table while he shouted in the distance.

You didn’t really know what he meant until he nearly busted down your apartment door, knocking so hard you were sure it was the police coming to arrest you for a felony. As soon as you swing the door open, he strides in like he owns the place.

“What the fuck is all this?” he asks, lifting his sunglasses to rest on top of his head. He’s talking about the prop and costume explosion that’s taken over your entire apartment.

“For the show. You’re lucky I don’t have a roommate, you know,” you say, arms crossed.

“Eh,” he says shrugging before crouching as if he’s about to pounce with a playful, devilish grin. “I don’t mind an audience.” He’s on you so quickly after he speaks, you can’t help but squeal. He’s hugging you tight, placing hungry kisses to your neck while he backs you up to the couch. You giggle as he releases you onto the plush sofa and watch him toss aside his sunglasses. He pulls the soft linen shirt that matches the pants he’s wearing over his tan shoulders.

Your shorts are smoothly pulled over your legs before he descends upon you, finally pressing his lips to yours with a hunger you almost don’t recognize from him.

“Seems like you missed me,” you say smartly against his mouth, and he chuckles at you in response. You feel him smile and the warmth that blossoms in your abdomen is almost shameful. He’s not your boyfriend. Cut it out.

You lace your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you as he laps at your mouth with his tongue, sliding his hand between your legs and past your panties. A small gasp passes your lips as he spoils you with attention where he knows you need it most. You bite your lip to silence yourself, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Don’t want your neighbors to hear, huh?” he taunts, deliciously sliding two fingers inside you. You shake your head, trying to remain quiet as he easily finds the perfect spot he knows so well, spoiling you, the sensation making you weak.

“But what if I do?” he questions, tucking his face into your neck to leave a red and purple mark you’ll see in the mirror when he leaves. You blush at the thought, shaking your head again in faux shyness.

“They’re just nice old ladies,” you offer breathlessly. He twists his wrist in response, pulling an obscene cry from the deepest part of your chest, the sound bouncing off your apartment walls.

“Mmm, listen to that.” He’s so pleased with himself. “They could probably use a little entertainment, don’t you think?” he muses, his tone so smug it makes you dizzy. It only takes a few more strokes against the sensitive spot only he can reach to make you clench around him, wailing and tugging at his hair in your hands as you climax.

“Sorry,” you say, releasing your grip on his locks, still panting.

“For what?” he asks, kissing you gently on the cheek as he pulls you to sit up. The hand that was just inside you helps pull off your shirt and unclasp your bra; the same set of hands those big, fancy cameras zoom in on, plastering them on the big screen for thousands of screaming fans to watch. You can’t help but blush.

“Pulling your hair,” you lament as he stands you up now, pulling your panties to the ground. He’s still sitting, so he undoes his belt and shimmies his pants down just enough before offering a hand and pulling you into his lap to straddle him.

“Shut up.” It’s mean, but it’s Jake, and it’s just the type of playful attitude that lured you into his snare in the first place. “You know I like it rough.”

As if he timed it perfectly, he lines himself up at your entrance and sits you down so quickly it knocks the wind right out of you in the form of an absolutely pornographic moan. Your neighbors definitely heard that one. He shushes you arrogantly in response, leaning you back so he can look at you. His thumb makes its way down to rub gentle circles against your clit as he stares intently at where your bodies meet while you move your hips at your own pace.

“Poor thing. They’re not gonna let you water their plants anymore after they hear you getting fucked through the walls, are they?” He pairs his faux disappointment with a dramatic pout. You huff at him, too far gone to care, chasing your second high of the evening.

“I feel you baby. Greedy thing. Must have needed it bad, huh?” he taunts, slowing his ministrations as you attempt to ride him to your end. “If you weren’t so worried about eavesdroppers, I’d make you beg for it.”

You fall forward in frustration, taking matters into your own hands. The fast pace you set with the added range of motion you’ve given yourself is a shock to him, pulling soft moans and curses from his sweet lips pressed against your cheek. You’re so close again, but your determination has pushed him to the edge as well. You reconsider for a moment before pushing the hair behind his ear and leaning in close.

“Are you gonna cum inside me, Jakey?” you ask, your tone sultry and your movements unceasing. His hands on your hips are certainly leaving bruises now as he tosses his head back.

“Holy fuck. You’re gonna kill me.” The effect you have on him staggers you, the thought of overwhelming him for once threatening to send you over the edge. “Feels so fucking good. Please, baby, please,” he begs, and the thought of Jake Kiszka underneath you, begging to cum inside you rips you to shreds in the most divine way. You squeeze hard around him and sink down deeper into the trenches of your orgasm, waiting for him to find his own.

Curses and praises leave his lips up until the moment he sinks his teeth into your neck. His hips lift from underneath you, the powerful stroke as his orgasm begins hitting so deep inside you it makes you see stars. He cums with an admission of, “Fuck, I missed you,” and it floats into your ears directly to your heart, pulling a sweet, pleased sigh from your chest.

The intensity has left you both completely spent and you rest your head on his shoulder as he catches his breath. You smile contently, nuzzling against him. That is until Jake breaks through the comfortable silence.

“I’m going away again next week. Not as long, just a week. Just thought I’d give you a heads up.” You nod against him, understanding he has work and obligations. You move to stand, collecting your clothes as he watches with hooded eyes.

“Oh. And uh… When I get back, we’re all going to this wedding. I RSVP’d with a plus one like six months ago. Wanna be my date?” He’s still a little winded, his voice tired. You know you’re going to find him asleep on the couch when you get back from the bathroom.

You smile, holding the bunch of laundry in your arms, taking in the sight of him. You’re sure your eyes have been replaced with cartoon hearts. “I’d love to,” you answer, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips before heading off to get cleaned up.

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Part 4

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grey-sides · 2 years ago

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my heart, a locket for you

Here is the Harringrove for Turkey fill for @chrisbitchtree! I hope you love it and thank you so, so much for donating!!

~2.6K words, explicit

Billy tells him when he’s in the bath. Steve has some candles lit, the lights turned off with a glass of wine in one hand and the radio playing in the background.

It’s funny that he doesn’t even care that Billy is walking in on him naked. They’ve kept each other alive through hazings, near alcohol poisoning, and heartbreak. Billy’s seen him naked before and at his very worst. Sitting in a bubble bath is nothing.

“I’m thinking of moving back to California,” Billy admits, shrugging. He’s wearing a clean t-shirt, one that fits him well enough to highlight his biceps and triceps and all the ’ceps that Steve wants to touch.

Steve takes a swallow of wine, does his best not to choke on it. Billy wants to move back to California. He’s probably always wanted to move back to California. And now that they’re graduated, there’s no reason for him not to.

“Back to where you’re from?” Steve asks and hopes his voice isn’t too strangled. He’s supposed to be relaxing, but Billy is dropping bombs on him.

Billy shrugs, grabs the bottle of wine and takes a drink. “Probably. Maybe. Still gotta find a place, but I figured I would let you know, you know? Give you time to get used to the idea of not having to see my ugly mug every morning.”

Steve has gotten painfully, irrevocably used to seeing Billy’s face every morning. But now he’s going to have to not see it. It makes his chest ache. He fills the hole with another swallow of wine.

“Well, good then. Means I’ll be able to have over more girls.”

Billy snorts, drinks more wine and leaves Steve to his bath. He flickers the lights a couple of times before he actually leaves and Steve laughs. They have time, Billy hasn’t enough found a place to move yet.

They moved in together for college, during their freshmen year. They had both moved across the country to go to Temple University, which Steve hadn’t expected but once he realized living with Billy wasn’t too bad- he hadn’t minded.

Billy was typically clean, or at least good at keeping his mess on his side of the room. He liked to wear just his boxers and a tank top around the dorm room, but Steve never minded. They worked well together, living in the same dorm room.

So they just stuck with it. Through their first cramped dorm room to a weird suite with two weird roomates, to their first off-campus place that they hosted parties in every weekend.

And when the holidays came around, Billy would drive home with him. One night to visit Max, middle ground at her mother’s, away from his father. And then he would charm Steve’s parents. Mostly his mother, but it was good.

It’s still good. It’s a nicer apartment than their first off-campus one, it’s for real adults with full-time jobs which they both have. Two shiny degrees tacked to the wall in the living room, opposite the television.

Steve doesn’t want to leave this apartment. Or, well, it’s not the apartment, really. It’s Billy. Billy will leave, go back to California and become one with the surf and sand again.

If Steve was a good roommate and not in love with Billy, he would offer to go with him. Spend a week looking at apartments, asking Billy to show him around. Giving him freedom and space and help.

But he’s selfish, he always has been. He wants Billy to stay as long as possible, have to ask the post office to order him some special newspapers from California so he can look at listings.

He wants to savor their nightly dinners, shared at the shitty dining room table Billy cobbled together in an elective. He wants to grab Billy a beer from the bridge and press it to the back of his neck until he smacks him every night. He wants to see if they both can fit into the easy chair Steve’s dad bought Billy to prove that he could.

“Dinner!” Steve shouts, scooping pasta into bowls. He has the salad bowl set on the table already with ranch dressing for him and Italian for Billy. There’s water there too, it looks domestic, friendly, like maybe they’re a family.

Billy waltzes out in his cut off shorts with his hair in a bandanna. It’s out of control these days, long and untamed. He used to bitch about finding a hairdresser, so Steve trims the ends for him.

“Hmmm you made pesto?” Billy asks, stretching so he can scratch his stomach. He crosses behind Steve while Steve carries bowls to the table and heads for the kitchen sink. Domestic.

Steve nods and wipes his hands off with his dishtowel, looking at the spread on the table. “Yeah, I used pine nuts this time because you said you like them,” he replies. He nods once and goes to wash his hands too.

Billy takes his usual seat, chair against the wall so he can see the door. It’s just something Steve’s gotten used to, living with him. He likes to see doors, any place someone can enter from. Steve knows it’s from his dad, but he doesn’t begrudge him for it. Billy’s allowed to have fears from that man.

“Thanks, are there any nuts left over?”

“Half a bag,” Steve hums. He picks up his fork and twirls pasta around it. “Stuck them in your cabinet by the fridge.”

Billy grins. “You’re the best.”

Steve flips him off as his heart warms in his chest. They dig in to eat and for awhile, it’s just the sound of their forks scraping the bowls, chewing and slurping.

“Harrington,” Billy says, eventually, looking intently at him.

“Hm?” Steve pokes his head up, looks at Billy with wide eyes. Billy doesn’t say a word, he just leans over and drags his napkin down Steve’s cheek. Steve blushes to the roots of his hair and looks down hurriedly when Billy pulls his hand away.

“Thanks,” he mumbles.

“Anytime, but you gotta get better at not getting shit all over your face, since I won’t be here forever,” Billy teases him.

It’s enough reminder to make Steve’s heart sink. Billy hasn’t really made any moves yet, he hems and haws about how hard it is to find a place without being there. But he hasn’t tried to find flights or listings, as far as Steve can tell.

“Yeah, would you get on that?” Steve chuckles, light, teasing. He doesn’t want Billy to leave. He can’t imagine asking him to stay.

Billy rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. The silence leaves Steve enough space to wonder if maybe Billy doesn’t want to go either. Or…or if he wants Steve to go with.

Later, weeks or months or seasons, it’s hard to tell sometimes, Billy bothers Steve in his room. He hovers in the doorway and watches Steve, waits until Steve grabs a pillow to throw at him because he’s being silent and creepy.

“Asshole,” Billy mutters, catching the pillow. He throws it right back and Steve catches it with his face.

Steve sets the pillow down and fixes his glasses. He runs his fingers through his hair and raises his brows. He has a magazine open in his lap, reading an article about a movie he wants to go see.

“What?” Steve asks, pushing the magazine to the side.

Billy shrugs, licks his lips. “About California…”

Steve waits for him to continue, but it’s clear Billy doesn’t have any other thoughts. Or he doesn’t know what else to say. “What about it?”

“I’m really gonna go, you know?”

Steve nods slowly, shifts over on his bed because Billy insists on taking the right side. “I know, you said you would.”

Billy takes a deep breath, blows it out slowly. “You ever think about moving?”

Steve shrugs, wraps his arms around his pillow and hugs it to his chest. It’s late, the hour of honesty and loneliness.

“I moved from Hawkins, didn’t I?”

Billy lays back on his bed, looks up at the ceiling. His hair is damp, curled wildly around his face on the pillow. “Yeah. Guess we did.”

Steve could kiss him, wants to kiss him. He wants to lean over him and kiss him senseless until Billy is breathless and begging. Until Steve can leave his mark all over him so that no matter where Billy goes, he will never forget Steve Harrington.

“Why do you want to go back to California?” he asks instead.

Billy shrugs. “Always said I was going to.”

“Do you not like it here?”

“Summers suck, man, they’re so fucking humid.”

Steve hums, rolls onto his side to watch Billy. “But we get snow. And cheesesteaks.”

“Ohhh cheesesteaks,” Billy grumbles, humming. “With provolone, no whiz.”

“No whiz, never,” Steve whispers.

Steve licks his lips, there’s something here, in the space between them. Sitting on the sheets and waiting to be picked up and examined.

“And I’m here,” Steve adds. His voice is low, maybe he could say he coughed if Billy calls him on it.

“You’re here,” Billy agrees softly. He closes his eyes, his eyelashes touch his cheeks, the freckles dusted there. Steve wants to commit them to memory on the tips of his fingers.

“Don’t leave,” Steve mumbles. He swallows hard and reaches out, curling his fingers into Billy’s soft band t-shirt. “Don’t go back to California, not without me.”

Billy’s lower lip trembles and his eyes screw shut tighter. He looks like he wants to burst into tears. Steve knows the feeling.

“Don’t-”

“Don’t what? Don’t tell you the truth? I want you here with me. Don’t go somewhere and not let me follow.”

Billy grabs his wrist, squeezes it and turns to look at him with shiny eyes. “I have to leave or I won’t stop loving you.”

“Fucking-!” Steve throws his pillow to the ground and surges up to kiss Billy. Idiots, both of them.

He untangles his hand from his shirt and cradles his cheek in one hand. It’s so warm to the touch because Billy contains the sun and he probably needs to go back to California to get it recharged, but they can go together. Later.

Billy makes a soft sound and one of his hands fits against Steve’s lower back. He forces Steve to straddle his waist, kissing back like they need to share air.

Steve leans himself into Billy’s embrace, spending just a moment marveling at how well they fit together. Of course they do, they’ve always fit together, it’s part of why living together has worked out so well.

He groans quietly when Billy tugs on his lower lip and slides his hand up to tangle in his hair. Steve tugs on the ends of it, huffing a bit as he rocks his hips down.

“Stay,” he whispers. “If we do this, you have to stay. You have to wait until we can find a place together.”

Billy nods, pulls back to look at Steve with bright eyes. “I’m gonna stay. Haven’t found a place anyway.”

Steve knows it’s the truth because Billy’s been dragging this out as much as Steve has been carefully not touching it to keep him here. He dives back in and slides his left hand down Billy’s body.

Billy groans next and starts to wiggle so he can get his shirt off. Steve has to put his mouth in the center of Billy’s chest and looks up at him through his lashes. He tugs his own shirt over his head too, dropping both of them onto the floor.

He’s suddenly glad that Billy likes the right side because then he won’t have to sleep in the wet spot. Or they can go sleep in Billy’s bed which has no wet spots. Choices, choices, Steve stops thinking about their choices.

They get undressed, still familiar, but breathing hard. It’s not from playing basketball in the summer or doing laps at the Y in the winter. It’s because they’re kissing and touching, hands sliding over skin, grabbing fistfuls.

Steve leans over Billy enough to smack around his bedside table. Condom, lube, he always has them, easy, accessible, sitting right out in the open because he’s twenty-fucking-three.

“Shit, you ever done this before?” Billy laughs.

“Fuck no,” Steve giggles in return. “Hands?”

“Hands, but I’m gonna learn how to do it for you,” Billy decides. He tosses the condom away but keeps the lube close.

Steve kisses his stomach and picks up the lube to wrap his hand around it. Maybe he can warm it, he wants to warm it for Billy like he’s never wanted to warm lube for anyone before.

Billy pulls him up for another kiss, one hand on his cheek, the other fitting around both their dicks. It’s dry, his hand is calloused from weights, but Steve moans anyway.

There’s nothing like being touched by someone he loves, he can’t help it. He huffs a couple of times and bites down on Billy’s lip.

Steve pulls back to get lube between them, too much, at least for now, but it’s fine. They’re gross, they’re boys, he loves Billy so much it’s not funny. He rolls his hips up and Billy moans next, friction.

“Shit do that again,” Billy begs. He has his hand curled around them both, so Steve can do the hip work.

He starts a slow roll, finding a rhythm that works for both of them. And he kisses Billy, his lips are going to be sore tomorrow from Billy’s facial hair, but he doesn’t care. He’s so focused on how their skin drags together, the rasp of his chest hair against Billy’s chest.

Steve’s toes curl and he really pushes himself into Billy’s hand, listens to make sure it’s good for Billy too. He wants this moment to last forever. He’s imprinting himself into Billy’s heartbeats if he wasn’t there already.

“Fuck,” Billy breathes. His hips rock up too, uncontrollable while he chases that release. Steve watches him, mouth hanging open. They can do this again later or tomorrow or any day from now until forever.

“Come on, show me how good you look when you come,” Steve coaxes. He wraps his hand around them too, has to take a deep breath to keep from shooting off, he wants to see Billy come first.

Billy grunts and focuses, looking down between them. Steve keeps rocking his hips, so focused on that pretty face, the furrow of his brows, the way his lips are sucked between his teeth.

When Billy comes, his face opens up, he drops his head back and almost laughs into his moan. Steve is totally transfixed, paused halfway in a thrust. He has to kiss Billy’s jaw and feels the wet splash of spunk between them.

Steve moans and slides through Billy’s come breathlessly. He comes a moment later, squeezing down hard on himself as he thinks of Billy’s blue eyes, searching for the heavens he’s found within himself.

Steve flops beside him. His chest is heaving, his hand and stomach are sticky, but his heart is soaring. He’s smiling, he looks at Billy and smiles even wider.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Billy turns to smile at him too, leans in for a soft, sweet kiss. He’s tender to the touch, when Steve splays his sticky hand on his chest.

“I love you too,” Billy mumbles when they pull apart. “Come with me to California.”

And Steve doesn’t know what else the future holds or if he’s even going to like California. But he wants to keep this life with Billy. So he just smiles and says, “Okay.”

#harringroveforturkey #harringrove for turkey #harringrove #greye writes #chrisbitchtree #lemon #stranger things

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years ago

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To Find Ourselves

Pairing: Jake Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Jake makes a decision on a whim and surprises you

Warnings: Shaving and mentions of sex

Word Count: 1.3k

You sat on your living room couch, covered in blankets, with a glass of wine in one hand, and a bowl of popcorn in the other. An ice cold, untouched beer rested on the coffee table in front of you, waiting for Jake.

“Jake!” You called towards the upstairs, “I’m gonna press play without you!”

It was Saturday night and you and Jake opted to stay in for the night. Usually, on weekends, the two of you liked to visit all your regular spots with his brothers and your friends, drinking and smoking until the early morning hours. But things had been hectic lately and the two of you just wanted a quiet night in. Between his recent shows and him recording every day, Jake was busier than ever. You had barely seen him these past two weeks and you couldn’t wait to just be with him.

On top of that, Jake had been quiet lately. He didn’t seem like himself. Something was off but you couldn’t put your finger on it. It was almost as if he wasn’t happy with himself. You figured maybe he was stressed with work and he’d come out of whatever funk he was in, soon. Hopefully having a quiet night in would make him feel a bit better.

It was around 10 pm and the house was dark and still. The movie, popcorn, and drinks were all ready. The only thing you were waiting on was Jake.

“I’ll be down in a minute,” he called with the bathroom door muffling his voice.

Jake had been in the bathroom for a while- at least fifteen minutes. You heard mostly silence that was broken up with the sound of the sink turning on and off every so often, along with his voice mumbling the words “shit” and “fuck” once or twice.

The sink turned off for the final time and after a minute or two and the sound of the bathroom opening echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of Jake’s footsteps getting louder as he came down the stairs. You pressed play on the remote and placed it back down on the coffee table.

Jake walked into the living room and turned off the overhead lights upon entering. The only light in the room came from the faint glow of the TV hanging on the wall.

You watched his silhouette grab the beer off the coffee table and lay down next to you on the couch. He leaned his back against the arm of the couch and spread his legs out.

“Come lay with me,” he whispered.

You took a sip of your wine, placed it back onto the coffee table, and crawled in between his legs.

You rested your head on his chest and placed the bowl of popcorn on the edge of the couch right in front of the two of you. He adjusted the blanket on top of the two of you and fully covered both your bodies with it. He rubbed your back just a bit to create some friction to warm you up and push your body into his more.

“Mmm,” you hummed, “you smell good.”

You lifted your head a bit and took a deep breath, letting the smell of him fill your lungs. With his face just inches away from yours, the smell of his cologne mixed with the scent of aftershave lingering on his skin instantly gave away what he had been doing in the bathroom.

“Shaved?” you asked casually as you grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn out of the bowl and popped them into your mouth.

“Yeah. Just cleaned it up a little,” he replied.

He rubbed your back with one hand and held his beer in the other as the opening credits of the movie played on.

Just relaxing with him was exactly what you had missed the most these past few weeks. Just from his tone, you could tell he was feeling just a little better too.

“Jake?” you whispered.

“What?” he whispered back, looking down at you. You could only see the general outline of his face in the darkness of the living room.

“I just missed you, that’s all,” you said sweetly to him.

“Missed you too, my love,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was sweet and his lips were soft.

But the kiss felt different. It was almost as if it was too soft.

“Jake.” You said in a monotonous voice.

“Hm?”

“Turn the lights on.” You demanded.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He reached his arm out to the end table next to him, placed his beer down, and turned on a small lamp, letting a soft warm glow fill the room.

You sat up in between his legs and gave him a good look. Your eyes widened at the sight of him in the light.

His face was completely bare. The mustache and tiny little beard he had been growing since the spring was gone. Absolutely gone.

He was looking at you, holding back a smile.

“You-” you started, speechless.

“I-” he mimicked, giggling.

“You shaved it all?”

He nodded quickly, looking very pleased with himself.

“What? Why?”

He shrugged, “I got tired of it. Didn’t really like how it looked anyway. I like myself better like this I think,”

You leaned into him and rested your forearms on his chest. You brought your hands up to his face and rubbed the smooth skin on his cheeks with your thumbs. You ran your thumb over his lips and where his mustache used to be. You traced down the sides of his mouth and rubbed your thumb on his now bare chin, feeling the perfectly smooth skin at the tip of it.

He looked a bit different than he had looked for a few months now. But he looked absolutely perfect, bare face and all. He looked like the Jake you first fell in love with.

“You look so handsome,” you whispered.

He gave you a sweet smile and you could see pure joy in his eyes. You could tell he felt good about himself. And you could tell that your positive reaction to the change he made made him happy.

You leaned forward and kissed him softly. You broke apart from him and you both smiled at each other for a moment before he went in for more, kissing you again. Almost instantly, he deepened the kiss, going for more of you. Your moved your legs to straddle one of his thighs. His hands snuck up your back, under your shirt, and yours reached up to cup his face, feeling the new smoothness of his cheeks and neck under your fingertips.

He pulled away and left a trail of wet, open mouth kisses down your neck. His lips were smoother than ever and slid over your skin perfectly. It was a feeling that had gone away for sometime, but was now back with full force. He worked his way back up and connected his lips to yours again.

This time, you pulled back and gave the side of his mouth, right where his mustache used to end, a small kiss before you attached your lips to his neck. You left a trail of kisses up his neck and towards his ear, as the scent of aftershave intoxicated you. He moaned as you reached a sweet spot just below his ear.

“You’re not the only one who shaved,” you whispered in his ear as you gave his earring a flick of your tongue.

Jake immediately sucked in a breath at your words and froze.

“Fuck the movie,” he said as he moved his body to get up off the couch, forcing you to get up off him first.

You stood up and the blanket that was once covering the two of you instantly fell to the floor. Jake picked it up as he got up and threw it onto the couch, not caring where it fell.

The two of you giggled as you ran upstairs, one behind the other, to enjoy some much needed alone time with each other; even if it wasn’t the relaxing movie night you had planned.

Author’s Note:

I hope you enjoyed! Short and sweet, just like the lifespan of Jake’s beloved facial hair. RIP Jakestache. You may not have been loved by all, but you were loved by me. As always, let me know what you think in my ask!

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theconnectiongarden · 11 months ago

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50 Romantic Ideas to Reignite the Spark in Your Relationship

Hey there, lovebirds! Whether you’ve been together for months, years, or decades, keeping the romance alive is key to a thriving relationship. Sometimes, all you need is a little inspiration to rekindle that flame. That's why I've put together a list of 50 romantic ideas to add a spark to your relationship. From simple gestures to grand surprises, there’s something here for every couple. And if you're looking for more in-depth guidance on building a deeper connection, my Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook is a great resource to explore alongside these ideas.

1. Surprise Date Nights: Plan a surprise date night. It could be dinner at a fancy restaurant or a cozy night in. And why not use one of the creative date ideas from the workbook?

2. Handwritten Love Letters: Write heartfelt, handwritten love letters to each other.

3. Weekend Getaway: Organize a surprise weekend getaway to a place you both love or have always wanted to visit.

4. Cooking Together: Spend an evening cooking a new recipe together.

5. Sunrise or Sunset Watching: Find a beautiful spot to watch the sunrise or sunset together.

6. Recreate Your First Date: Relive the memories by recreating your first date.

7. Star Gazing: Lay out a blanket and gaze at the stars together.

8. Love Notes: Leave little love notes in unexpected places.

9. Spa Day at Home: Set up a spa day at home with massages and relaxation.

10. Memory Book: Create a book or a digital album of your favorite memories together. While assembling it, use prompts from the workbook to reflect on your journey together and deepen your bond.

11. Dance Together: Have a dance night at home to your favorite songs.

12. Breakfast in Bed: Surprise your partner with breakfast in bed.

13. Watch a Romantic Movie: Have a movie night with a selection of romantic films.

14. Go for a Hike: Connect with nature and each other on a scenic hike.

15. Visit a Museum or Art Gallery: Spend a day exploring a museum or art gallery.

16. Write a Song or Poem: If you’re musically inclined, write a song or poem for your partner.

17. Take a Class Together: Sign up for a class you’re both interested in, like cooking, dancing, or pottery.

18. Plan a Picnic: Have a romantic picnic in a local park.

19. Couples Photoshoot: Arrange a professional photoshoot or take candid shots of each other.

20. Candlelit Dinner at Home: Cook or order in and have a candlelit dinner.

21. Plan Future Dreams: Spend an evening planning your future together.

22. Volunteer Together: Share the love by volunteering for a cause you both care about.

23. Write Future Letters: Write letters to each other to open in the future.

24. Create a Playlist: Make a playlist of songs that are special to your relationship.

25. Take a Road Trip: Hit the road and see where it takes you. During the trip, you can use the conversation starters from the workbook to learn new things about each other and strengthen your connection.

26. Visit a Winery or Brewery: Spend a day tasting wines or beers.

27. Try a New Restaurant: Go out to a new restaurant in town.

28. Weekend Brunch: Enjoy a lazy weekend brunch together.

29. Play Board Games: Have a fun night playing your favorite board games.

30. Attend a Concert or Show: See a live concert or show together.

31. Visit a Botanical Garden: Take a stroll through a local botanical garden.

32. Go on a Bike Ride: Explore your city or town on a bike ride.

33. Make a Time Capsule: Create a time capsule of your relationship and open it in the future.

34. Have a Themed Dinner Night: Choose a theme and make a dinner night out of it.

35. Take a Scenic Drive: Drive through scenic routes in or near your city.

36. Visit an Amusement Park: Spend a day at an amusement park.

37. Go to a Festival: Find a local festival or fair and enjoy it together.

38. Have a DIY Project Day: Work on a home improvement or craft project together.

39. Go Kayaking or Canoeing: Have an adventure on the water.

40. Take a Hot Air Balloon Ride: Experience a hot air balloon ride for a unique date.

41. Watch Old Home Videos: Reminisce by watching old videos or photos.

42. Go to a Trivia Night: Participate in a trivia night at a local bar or cafe.

43. Plan a Themed Movie Marathon: Have a movie marathon with a specific theme.

44. Go Horseback Riding: Try horseback riding for a fun outdoor activity.

45. Visit a Farmer’s Market: Stroll through a farmer’s market and cook a meal with your finds.

46. Attend a Cooking Demonstration: Learn something new at a cooking demo.

47. Go to an Aquarium: Spend a day at an aquarium.

48. Take a Yoga Class Together: Relax and connect with a couple's yoga class.

49. Have a Beach Day: Spend a day relaxing at the beach.

50. Go on a Scavenger Hunt: Spice up your day with a personalized scavenger hunt for each other. For a ready-made adventure, check out my Scavenger Hunt Pack for Couples, designed to bring fun and excitement into your relationship. This pack takes the guesswork out of creating an engaging activity and is filled with creative clues and challenges tailored for couples. It’s a playful way to explore and enjoy each other's company, creating lasting memories.

Remember, it’s not about grand gestures but about the thought and love you put into them. These ideas are just a starting point. Feel free to get creative and tailor them to suit your relationship’s unique dynamic. The most important thing is to spend quality time together, creating new memories and strengthening your bond. The Couples & Relationship Therapy Workbook can be a valuable tool in this journey, offering deeper insights and structured activities to strengthen your relationship. It’s designed to complement these romantic ideas, providing a foundation for continued growth and connection.

FAQs

1. Are these ideas suitable for all budgets?

Yes, there are options here for every budget, from free activities to more elaborate plans.

2. Can we modify these ideas to suit our interests?

Absolutely! Feel free to adapt and change these ideas to match what you both enjoy.

3. What if we're not very romantic?

Romance is subjective. The key is to find activities that you both feel comfortable with and enjoy.

4. How often should we plan these activities?

It depends on your schedules, but try to set aside time regularly, whether it’s weekly or monthly.

5. Can the workbook be used along with these romantic ideas?

Of course! The workbook is a great complement to these activities, offering deeper insights and guided exercises to enhance your connection.

6. Where can I get the Couples & Relationship Workbook?

You can find the workbook here: Get Access Now. It’s a great resource for couples looking to deepen their relationship and reignite the spark.

7. Where Can I get the Scavenger Hunt for Couples Pack?

You can find the pack here: Click here. It’s a great tool for couples add a playful yet intimate twist to their relationship.

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thatbtsfan · 1 year ago

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Upcoming series: "MUST be LOVE"( 3 parts)

Pairing: Jungkook x redear (Y/n)(f)

genre/rating:m 18+) angst,fluff, smut: emotional, jealousy/jealous.friends to lovers au

Summary: Everything changes when from "friends" it becomes something "else" a party, a hot night and two friends.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

Mature scene, cursing, vape/ smoking mentions, Partys, flirting, filthy, cocky, arrogant,SMUT

Notes: 3 parts. it will be only three parts of "MUST be LOVE".

—MUST be LOVE —

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the fact that your friend forced you to this party, where she apparently left you alone in the entire party. it doesn't justify anything you did.

well maybe?

You were a little crazier a month ago, you were childish, you did something bad. but not on purpose!

Never.

you really wanted to help her. because she was ashamed to confess her feelings to her college crush, you took this initial and wrote a letter to her crush. (Saying that she really likes him) but she got very angry with you,like I tried to help you? maybe it wasn't quite decent how I behaved? first of all, it was not my job to get into hers. I’ll be honest but that was in the past. now you have grown up and you will never repeat your mistake!!

Even if a month has passed since then, it's normal to grow up, you're already in your 20s, you can't be so childish anymore!

You was clearly sorry for the strange thing you did!

but that didn't give her any right to leave you alone,you were friends for many years,you were like sisters.

she came to my house, forced me to get dressed, and eventually to get in the car and bring me here! For what? to ignore me afterwards. She just told me that jungkook will be here too.

But you didn't get along with him, for a while. because of his girlfriend, he stopped spending time with you, stopped taking an interest in your life. and then somehow you lost contact in your spare time. because at college you see each other every day! but as on weekends or on days off, he was not there.

before you were always together! if he wasn't at your house, you were at his, watching movies non-stop or playing many different games. telling stories until late at night. you missed all this.

his girlfriend was very beautiful, you never saw her, because he didn't show you or introduce her to you at all. but according to him, she was a beautiful girl. Right? he always talked about her with big and sparkling eyes, maybe this was love? you didn't know because you didn't give the guys around you your time! it was pathetic and there was no point. because your first love was him. and you didn't know what your feelings are! even if you were a good girl, smart and had good grades at school, you were pathetic in love! you didn't know how to love and you didn't even know what that love is,if you never felt it of course!

you had the second glass of wine in your hand. drink nothing but wine. it sounds ridiculous, but you don't like it when someone walks past you and smells like beer, the wine is much finer to your taste. the atmosphere was unpleasant, many people moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music, drinking and smoking. and your discomfort to leave this place as soon as possible was great. just like a sight that caught your eye made you give it up.

jungkook’s friend Taehyung was here, maybe you like him a little.but as a friend,he was a handsome, attractive, smart boy. but he was jungkook's best friend. you knew it would never work

the boy was nice. but they were both friends, and you had something for both of them, jungkook was your first love.your first crush, since you met him in the fifth grade. he was the new kid in town, and he transferred directly to our school. his parents were rich, they could send him to a well-paid school and a higher one. but he was at your school like any other child. at first you thought he was arrogant when you saw that he wasn't even at school on his first day and he already beat two children, later you found out that he protected his sister from those boys. you started watching that cute boy with big and bright eyes every hour at school, his smile reminded you a lot of a bunny. He was soo cute.

later his sister approached you and you started getting to know each other, she was two years younger than you. but that didn't stop you from becoming friends. you were at her house as often as possible, because she loved you a lot. your mother immediately became friends with her mother and after that you stayed with her or her family with you. you saw jungkook more often, and she told you a lot about her brother.

you don't know how this happened but suddenly you and jungkook became good friends. but it happened. you didn't know about him but you liked him a lot, but after spending a lot of time with him, you realized that what you are doing is wrong. he saw you as a good friend and that's it. and after that you buried all your feelings for him. what you were doing was wrong, it was wrong. even if nobody knew that. it was in your heart your imaginations with him your feelings your thoughts about him.

All

you even tried your relationship with taehyung, but it didn’t work. it didn't feel right, it wasn't right what you were doing! maybe you wanted to make jungkook jealous. but you were wrong, he saw you as a friend and that's it. and that you used Tae for that was even more wrong. you felt miserable, that was clear, and then you told Tae that you didn't feel anything for him. that you really tried to love him but it didn’t work. you didn't really suffer because of jungkook, but still his absence was felt.

“Y/n what a surprise, you're here too?”

Oh tae oh

“Yeah I was thinking of leaving. As you can see, I was kind of abandoned.”

I'm really thinking of leaving. but he saw me, so there is no escape. he would never let me go home alone. even if our relationship ended well. we had nothing to talk about. it was uncomfortable and strange, like two exes talking like friends.

“You can always join us, I lost a bet and I have to buy the drinks all night”

"Join us?“

I didn't even realize that the words came out of my mouth, I thought he came alone but he turns around and shows me a table where there were several people . he was also among them, my best friend. Jungkook! maybe i should go home?

but before I have the chance to turn around and leave, he takes me by the shoulders, the drinks on his another hand,and we make our way to the others.

his touch was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, it made me feel less stressed. he was always a sweet boy.

when we reach them, jungkook's eyes are immediately on me. do i look as if I did something bad? is my outfit to blame? but I look decent, my dress is black, up to my thighs I have my favorite pair of boots, and because it's a little colder outside I had my brown coat in my hand.

something changes on his face, he stands up to call me to him. when I get close to him, he takes me in his arms. maybe he missed me like I missed him? and he forces me to sit on the chair next to him.

"did you come alone Y/n?“

in order to be able to whisper softly in my ear, he had to get very close to me. his hand puts a strand behind my ear and he looks me in the eyes with a smile. Was he flirting with me rn?

"No, i came with your sister,but i kinda lost her“

shy I said, looking back into his eyes,he was too close!!! I could feel his fresh minty breath with a little bit of beer on my face. he had been drinking. He is drunk!

it was boring, and late. were they playing truth or dare? and jungkook watched me all night.

"You wanna dance?“

He suddenly asked me.

What? No!

But i answer anyway.

"Okay"

it was clear that he wanted to escape from the crowd, so my hand is pulled by him somewhere secluded. I don't know where the road led, but it seemed to me that it was an upper room.

"Jungkook where are we going?” I'm starting to panic because he's never done this! to take my hand, to come close to me, to filter with me.

"Shhh you'll see"

he was drunk. that was obvious, but why did I let myself be carried away by him? I was stupid, he always gave me false signals, and like a fool I got my hopes up.

he was a boy who, when I told him I needed him, was there. but not for what I really needed! he saw my wounds on the outside, but not the inside ones.

he always broke me into pieces, but he was still the check that held me together. he made me smile, gave me comfort and liked me as I was, childish. I was a child spoiled by my family and when I had to live alone he was there to be my friend, my mother, my father. he was my family. but I consider him the man of my heart, I have loved him since childhood and still could not forget him.

"Y/n go inside!”

“Hmm?”

I didn't even realize when I got to my destination, and jungkook doesn't let me answer, he pushes me inside. he sticks me to the door and slowly approaches me. "Y/n I really want to fuck you"

My eyes widened.

I was shocked!

" you what?”

I couldn't process his words!! he was drunk right? he was not aware of what he is saying!

"I really like you! I've always imagined what it's like to make love to you….. I always imagined you under me! in your bedroom in my bed! always."

if I say I have no words, will you still believe me?

“since when do you have these thoughts about me?”

I couldn't help but ask this!I wanted to know when. this phase has begun!

“when you turned 18, at first I couldn't realize what was happening to me! I thought I was crazy. How can you like your best friend? how can you think such a thing about her? I asked myself every day but the thought of you made me feel good"

he pauses, looks into my eyes and presses his body tighter into mine. and then he continues...

" and then i couldn’t live without seeing Y/n for a day.I was thinking about you, I want you. not for a day nor for a month forever!”

“Jungkook i- we’re best friends?”

but I no longer considered him my friend for so many years, I was in love with him!

But I don't know what I want now. the boy I've liked for so many years, who is apparently my best friend, is he confessing his feelings to me? no his desires more said!

“Fuck this friendship Y/n i want you,for me you’re mine! I tried to distance myself from you, I thought I could forget you but I can't!”

"You have a girlfriend!”

I tried not to fixate on his words. even though I felt my stomach do a flip when he said I was his, I had to be realistic he has a girlfriend!

he takes me by surprise when his lips make contact with mine. he's aggressive and possessive with his movements. his hands are creeping around my waist, his lips are soft and a little sour from the beer. the first time when the smell of beer didn't bother me, it got me drunk too.but this is wrong!

I try to distract him so that he stop ” Jungkook stop! you have a girlfriend!"

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I lied to you Y/n!”

What he doesn’t?

“Why?”

“because I really wanted to forget you! I really wanted to start a relationship with that girl but it didn't work! you were always in my thoughts! I was jealous of you when you went out with Tae! I was jealous that's why I told you I had a girlfriend. but after Tae told me that there was nothing between you, that you doesn't like him.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Y/n i’m too drunk to explain now”

he laughed and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before putting his head on my neck and leaving soft kisses. up to my jaw and up to my lips. he was kissing me slowly and gently, I couldn't believe that he was kissing me! is it a dream if it really is then I never want to wake up!

he kissed my neck, feeling how his teeth bit a potion from my neck, I hissed.

but he was quick to kiss the bite he made and lick the place. he continues like this down to the chest, his hands grasp my thighs from the back, lifting me up and placing me on the bed. I was drunk in his smell, in his kisses. everything about him was addicting. he takes the dress off my body and leaves me only in my underwear. it happens quickly, but in his head everything is written well, until he kisses the space between my breasts. until he took them in his hands. it covers them so well that a moan from my mouth is heard.

he arches my back so he can open the bra staples and takes it off. his mouth quickly catches my right nipple in his mouth. he sucks it, bites it, and plays with it, doing the same with the other one. I feel my private part pulsing for more, he goes down with kisses from the stomach to the thighs, his head is in my private part of the body, he kisses my inner thigh and puts the panties aside. I feel his breath on my clit and his finger makes contact with my pussy. One finger and then he adds one more, his mouth plays with my clit. Moans can be heard from my mouth. My heavy breathing, moans and heartbeats could be heard throughout the room. he removes his fingers from my hole and replaces them with his tongue, my hands cling to his hair, and I arch my back because of the sensation and how good he makes me feel!

"Y/n you taste heavenly baby”

“ jungkook i’m -g -going to come ahmm”

but before I came he stopped. frustrated that he is doing this.but he takes off his shirt and pants, his chest was well worked, his abs were well defined and that made me touch them, and that's what I did. he was so handsome. he looks divine and his smell intoxicates me. I quickly change positions and now I'm on top of him. he just smirked. and I kiss him with great passion, he is not the only one who imagined me under him, I did the same! I always wondered how would his dick feel inside me? how would he make love to me? I kiss his neck leaving a few marks on him and go down to his abdomen, I kiss him slowly, but before I reach lower, he leaves me on my back and stands on top of me.

“Y/n I want you. I want to fuck you all night raw, and then make love to you slowly and deeply.”

“Jungkook i want you too”

he takes off our underwear for both of us and positions himself at my entrance. I'm afraid, because it's the first time. and I didn't know how to tell him.

but with all the shame, I put my hands on my face, until he entered me and I told him..

“Jungkook i’m still a virgin.”

he stops what he was going to do and looks at me with soft eyes.

“Its okay my baby I'm going to take you slowly at first, but then, I'm going to fuck you raw. understand?

“Jungkook hmm”

before I could answer his cock was already inside me, he pushed himself gently inside me,all of him.it was painful but also pleasant. the pain was immense but he didn't move so that I could settle down, he kissed me on the forehead and on the lips, he gently pushed into my entrance and a wave of pleasure took control over me. and I tell him that he can move faster. he pushes himself so hard in me that he hits my g-spot countless times. it feels so good that I moan his name many times.

to make it even more intense, he takes my leg and puts it on his shoulder, that's how I feel it even deeper inside me, up to my stomach, it makes me feel so good. he thrusts into me a few more times and I come and tighten my walls around him and he releases in me with a long groan.

“Y/n i fucking love you”

. — MUST be LOVE —

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End part 1

It will continue

#jungkook #bts army #bts fanfic #jjk smut #friends to lovers #lovers #jeon jungkook #bts #taehyung #fluffy angst

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aikyudo · 3 months ago

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I wanted to share this! I'm officially down to my 'starting weight'from all the way back in 2018. Back then, I had just started to notice some weight gain and tried to exercise to loose weight, but I didn't really track calories or change my diet. I hated exercising back then so I quickly dropped it.

Where I was in my life back then really sucked. I dropped out of college after my grandmother died of cancer and had to find my own place to live and a job because my mother couldn't support me while I tried to go to school. I'm pretty certain I was depressed.

I had turned 21 in 2018 and quickly developed an addiction to alcohol. I was absolutely using it to cope with my shitty life. I lived by myself in a studio apartment, worked a call center job that I hated, my boyfriend (now husband) was going to college 2 hours away and would never call me on the phone, only text, and I would only see him on the weekends.

I would get drunk basically every night, sometimes cry, because I was lonely. All my friends from highschool, I felt, had abandoned me and they were going to college. I felt like a loser.

In 2020, RIGHT before Covid hit, I moved into the house I live in today. My husband and I live in his childhood home in the countryside. When I moved in, he was still in college and I still lived alone, but at least it wasn't in the studio apartment. I think if I had to go through Covid in my studio apartment, my mental situation and addiction would have absolutely gotten catastrophicly worse.

But after 2020, I stopped drinking alcohol to cope and became a habitual drinker, I would still get drunk most nights of the week, but it just became the thing to do. I would mark my schedule around times when I could be hoke to drink. I never wanted to stay out late because then that meant I couldn't get drunk. If I was busy and didn't drink, especially on a weekend night, I felt strongly like I had wasted the night because I couldn't get drunk.

I tried cutting back, "weekends only" but it never lasted. I kept gaining weight and kept drinking way way too much. I ended up getting encouragement to go 100% sober from an unlikely person, my husband's pothead friend.

New Years of 2023, I decided my new years resolution for 2024 was to go sober and loose weight. I went sober and it took a few weeks, but I was surprised by things that I just thought were my personality at that point.

After about 2 weeks for my body to fully flush out any residual effects of alcohol from my body, I noticed I slept better, had more energy, didn't have as much brain fog and was surprised by how much more free time I had in the evenings. Crazy how when you're not shitfaced all the time, you have more time for your hobbies!

May 2024 was my one year wedding anniversary, and I decided to share some drinks with my husband to celebrate. I didn't get wicked drunk or anything, just a little tipsy. Then the following weekend, we shared more drinks to make sure we finished the expensive ($50!) Wine we had bought. The weekend after that I drank the most I had in months.... a single tall beer and two shots. Oooo wow soooo crazy I know. But the days after that I felt like, itchy. I wanted to be drunk SO bad it was driving me nuts. I didn't even have THAT exceptionally good of a time! I drank my beer and played minecraft, I wasn't even that drunk!

After that I decided that i really couldn't even drink occasionally if it made me want to just BE drunk for no reason afterwards. My whole family, both sides, is just riddled with addiction. Usually alcohol, but I found out my grandmother and her mother both had an opium addiction.

For loosing weight, I had been going to the gym but stopped because I got more and more involved with my sewing hobby. But the main thing I did to loose weight is calorie counting.

Listen, it SUCKS tracking everything and being mindful of what you eat all the time. Of course I still have sweets and fast food occasionally (right now I am a FIEND for stove top hot chocolate and I need to slow it down because that is a LOT of junk calories).

I think a lot of people are scared of calorie counting because of the stories we hear about teenage girls going bulimic and obsessing over their weight, but honestly for me, it's the only way I've successfully lost weight.

I've tried weight loss through the years with no success because I was still an alcoholic and wasn't calorie tracking. I cannot deny my own success-- I went from 180lbs to about 145 lbs in 8 months. That's 35 pounds lost! I was technically obese! Although I certainly didn't look it.

I feel better about myself after my weight loss, I definitely look better, I'm vain I admit. Being a slimmer size has been having its own problems, I have to have a completely new wardrobe and now I have no idea what my bra size is. My goal weight is 125-130 so I'm still loosing weight, which makes me a little worried because I'm still sewing new outfits and garments for myself, haha.

But I'm so so glad that I finally went sober more than anything. I'm so happy I have the time and the headspace to really enjoy my hobbies and get stuff done. Of course I miss it, I'm an alcoholic after all and I think I always will be, but if I'm really craving something there are some AMAZING 0% beers and wines out there. And usually I get cravings if I'm bored, which is usually when I would drink. Bored? Have a beer and get shitfaced and watch markiplier. He's always there for a good drunk time lol.

If you are struggling with alcoholism or addiction and want someone to speak with, please feel free to drop me a line, I'm always available to talk.

#alcoholism #alcoholism recovery #addiction recovery #weight loss #calorie counting #feel good #hope

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writing-rat · 1 year ago

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Weekend Meal

Pairing: Sam x Kirby

Content Warning: Drinking, fluff, Drunk Kirby

Summary: Sam always hosts a meal every weekend for her, Tara, Gale and Kirby. This time, Kirby has something to say...

Word count: 964

It was Saturday, the only day that Sam and Tara hosted a dinner for Gale (who was their motherly figure now) and Kirby per Sam’s request. Tara had teased Sam over it for a while considering she knew that Sam had a crush on her. Sure, she had been screwing Danny but it was nothing serious, which both knew. Sam was eagerly awaiting Kirby’s arrival as Gale was already over and was with Tara as they were cooking and talking. Sam was on door business tonight which flustered Sam, not that she would say. She was playing some music softly in the background, most of it being random.

She jumped one the doorbell was rung three times, a sign that it wasn’t Ghostface. Sam bit her lip as she quickly sniffed her shirt deeming she smelt ok before wandering over to the door and letting Kirby in. “Hey Sammy,” was the greeting immediately.

“Hey Kirbs,” Sam responded and closed the door behind her, locking it too. Kirby smiled at the nickname.

“Finally! A good one, well done Sam the man,” she spoke and punched her shoulder gently. Sam blushed and was nodding as she smiled.

“So what’s for dinner tonight?” Kirby asked, Sam following like a lost dog where they sat on a couch together.

“It’s a pasta. Bacon and chicken carbonara,” she explained. Kirby nodded and smirked.

“One of my favourite meals,” she spoke as she set her hand on the couch, near Sam’s but not close enough. Sam was tempted to grab her hand but didn’t want to seem too weird about. Kirby was dressed nice too. She had rushed home and changed out her uniform, putting on some ripped jeans and a plain black top. Sam meanwhike was wearing a tank top and some sweatpants.

“You look nice,” Sam conplimented quickly.

“As do you,” Kirby respnded with a smile, nodding as a thank you.

“These are my gym clothes so not really,” Sam managed out.

“Yeah? So?” Kirby asked. “I bet you look good working out. I need to soon,” Kirby responded. Sam didn’t know if Kirby was just being friendly or not.

“Thank you,” Sam spoke gently. “I can give you a good gym? I go to it almsot every day. It’s called Astronimical Fitness,” Sam added on. Kirby nodded.

“I’ll have a look later on,” she spoke and was about to add something when Gale called out.

“Dinner’s ready!” She called out like a mom. Kirby smiled as she got up.

“Let’s go,” Kirby spoke. Sam nodded and did as told.

During dinner, everyone was drinking. Sam and Kirby were having beers while Tara was having a vodka and coke and Gale was having some wine. They were sharing stories as they were smiling and was laughing along too. They were all having a relaxing time. Sam and Kirby were designated to do the dishes then as Gale and Tara had cooked. They proceeded to have a bit more fun during that but it was clear that Kirby was drunk. Sam found it adorable. Soon they were both putting the dishes away when Kirby hugged Sam from behind. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” She mumbled out into the taller girl’s back.

“And you are drunk,” Sam responded, surprised she didn’t stutter as she was flustered from that.

“I know but you are so god damn beautiful and hot. I was planning on telling you today that I have a crush on you but got nervous so I drank and drank before where 1 beer would get me drunk and now I have the confidence,” Kirby explained and was kissing all down Sam’s back, causing a shiver.

“You are sleeping with me and you are confessing sober then I will give my response,” Sam spoke gently, turning around and picked her up. Kirby blushed as she was held onto and allowed it.

“Ok Sammy,” she mumbled out before falling asleep in Sam’s arms. She was in shock at that as she walked into the living room where Tara was saying bye. Tara smirked once she saw who was in her arms.

“Bye Gale. See you soon?” Sam asked. Gale nodded.

“You got this. You will be successful in dating her,” Gale spoke before she left. Sam blushed before she was going to her room and set Kirby down, deciding to also fall asleep.

The next morning Sam woke up to Kirby stirring and groaning. “What happened?” She groaned out.

“You got drunk and you… admitted something,” was all Sam grumbled out tiredly. Kirby blushed. “I’ll get you some water and pills as well as toast so you can think of what you said,” Sam added on and got up, doing as told.

Sam entered the room after 4 minutes and placed everything down. “I confessed my love for you, didn’t I?” Kirby asked. Sam nodded.

“Yep. I want you to say what you planned out,” Sam explained. Kirby nodded.

“Sam. You are the light of my life. You saved me, cared for me and made sure I was comfortable in my new place. You dressed my wounds. You have shared a gym with me. You even come and hang out with me unlike some other people in the force. You make me happy and you make me just… confident. You are so you, even after everything you’ve fought through. I love you Sam, and if you love me back, then I can treat you,” Kirby spoke, holding Sam’s hand gently. Sam listened and was in shock at some things she said before she was holding her and kissing her gently. Kirby was kissing back as she took that as a yes and smiled.

She would make sure Sam would be loved like the way she deserved.

#sam carpenter x kirby reed #sam x kirby #ratboy writes #ratboy writing #scream

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thebreakfastgenie · 8 months ago

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what's your least favourite billy joel album??

Honestly I don't know!!!!

It's either Streetlife Serenade, An Innocent Man, The Bridge, or Storm Front. But the thing is every single one of those albums has multiple songs I would call personal favorites:

Streetlife Serenade: The Great Suburban Showdown, The Entertainer, Weekend Song

An Innocent Man: Easy Money, An Innocent Man, This Night, Keeping the Faith

The Bridge: A Matter of Trust, Modern Woman, Temptation, Code of Silence, Getting Closer

Storm Front: I Go to Extremes, Shameless, Leningrad

Yes I did list more than half of one of these albums as favorites. This is what I'm saying.

An Innocent Man is kind of the opposite of the others. I think it's a great album and he nails the concept of doing retro musical styles. I do think it works better taken as a whole, so it's kind of ironic that some of those songs became huge hits out of context. But some of those hits are just... they're good but they're a little played out for me. I still sing along to every word and I still screamed when he announced them in concert so I mean.

With the other three, I've always felt these albums are just not as cohesive as his strongest work. I'm beginning to be persuaded on Storm Front because I saw an interview where he talked about it depicting a storm building and then the last song being the calm after the storm and I was like okay that makes sense. Storm Front also has lower lows for me. I like That's Not Her style, it has some really fun lyrics (she wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis...) but musically it doesn't quite fit into the groove for me. Storm Front, State of Grace, and When In Rome similarly kind of just... happen to me. I like When In Rome and feel called to defend it because he was so mean about it for absolutely no reason, but it's definitely not his best work. So there are just chunks of that album I'm not as into.

The Bridge similarly feels so disorganized to me. There are so many fantastic songs on this album but I don't know where any of them are going. I find myself asking "the bridge to where? or to what?" Ironically to me it just feels like the bridge between different stages of his career; it was the last album he did with Phil Ramone but I always consider it in a group with Storm Front and River of Dreams because it feels so removed from the previous five albums he did with Phil. It also has lower lows for me; I always think I don't like Running On Ice until I listen to it and I remember that I love the piano and some of the lyrics ("a cosmopolitan sophisticate of culture and intelligence" would be my blog title if it wasn't too many characters for mobile) but I think something about the sound just doesn't click for me. I don't really care for Baby Grand or Big Man On Mulberry Street too much. I love that he got to work with Ray Charles and I appreciate what an influence Ray was but I don't personally like that style of music as much. So again, just chunks of the album I don't enjoy as much.

Streetlife Serenade suffered greatly from being sort of a sophomore album. It was actually his third album, but it was his second with Columbia, and he was forced to put it out when he hadn't had enough time to write because he was doing the Piano Man tour and he did not have enough material and it shows. Two of the ten songs are instrumentals although incidentally Root Beer Rag is great. Again with the lows... every song on this album has something I love about it, but Streetlife Serenader, Los Angelenos, Roberta, and Last of the Big Time Spenders are musically kind of unmemorable to me (Roberta is memorable for other reasons). I know I compare Los Angelenos unfairly to Say Goodbye to Hollywood, though. And I absolutely love Souvenir, but it's so short, it feels like half a song. Ultimately I think Streetlife Serenade is probably his weakest album just because it's unfinished but I don't know if that makes it my least favorite.

Typing all of that out did not help me answer the question. I'm going to say An Innocent Man because it's a bold choice and it's one of the few I have not been putting on deliberately lately. An Innocent Man and Keeping the Faith were both live highlights for me though lol.

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Blessed Bealtaine/Beltane To All )O(

~ “Beltane is an ancient Celtic festival that marks the beginning of summer. It is one of the major festivals in the wheel of the year and is a sacred day and night of union between the Goddess and the God. Beltane in English, Bealtaine in Irish, Calan Mai or Calan Haf in Welsh, Bealltainn in Scottish Gaelic, and in Manx Gaelic Boaltinn or Boaldyn. It is one of the four seasonal festivals; along with Samhain, Imbolc and Lughnasadh. This is a time of year when the veil between the worlds are thin and people would light bonfires on May Eve/Walpurgus nacht (April 30th) to ward of mischievous spirits, and to represent purification, tending the fire until dawn breaks. Historically in rural communities, cattle were driven between two bonfires to protect them from disease and evil spirits. It was also considered to be lucky to leap over the bonfire. The Maypole is a tradition that still exists today where people will dance around the maypole weaving ribbons (and magic) while they go. In Edinburgh, Calton Hill, there is a Beltane Fire Festival on May Eve every year with music, dance, fireplay, drumming, and immersive theatre that heralds the Goddess and God and the start of summer. It is a visually spectacular event that attracts thousands of visitors and is not to be missed. There are celebrations throughout England; Thornborough Henge, near Ripon in North Yorkshire hosts a weekend festival of camping, stalls, a Beltane fire, with the main Beltane Ceremony observed on the closest Sunday to May 1st. Drummers, dancers and a mummer’s play are part of the festivities, with Handfastings performed by the local Druid by appointment in advance. Family friendly, pet friendly this is a celebration for all. Hastings, Sussex, celebrate the Jack in the Green festival over the May day bank holiday weekend which hosts live bands, dancing, social events and family fun. The main event is a procession through the streets of old Hastings town on Bank Holiday Monday. The procession is filled with unique characters such as drummers, mummers, Morris dancers, giants and the beloved Green Man. Glastonbury, Somerset, also hosts a variety of celebrations. There is a gathering to witness the Sunrise at Glastonbury Tor, followed by a procession in the town of Green Men, Morris dancers, Druids, Witches, and other Pagans, Dragons, and Maypoles. There are a number of artisan shops on the high street that sell Pagan wares, not forgetting the fantastic Artist Linda Ravenscroft who has a gallery and studio at the Market Place. Throughout Wales, there are parades, fetes, Morris dancing, music and singing of Carolau Mai, or May carols, the crowning of the May Queen and May King, and dancing round the Maypole which is very much an essential part of Welsh culture. It would be fashioned out of birch wood and painted bright colours, adorned with ribbons and hoisted into the air and dancing would commence.The drinking of beers and elderberry and rhubarb wines were supplemented by metheglin, a variant of mead laced with spices. The drink had its origin in folk medicines, and traces its etymology through a combining of the Welsh words meddyg (meaning healing or medicine) and llyn (liquor). ‘May Day’ in Wales was also associated with festivities on the village green, or – to be more Welsh about it – the ‘twmpath chwarae’. Literally the ‘tump for playing’ was a place where people could gather in the evenings, long before television, for dancing or for sports. On Calan Mai, musicians would play while traditional dances were performed. One popular theatrical entertainment was the traditional ‘mock battle’ between two men dressed to represent Summer and Winter. ‘Winter’ would arrive carrying a stick of blackthorn decorated with pieces of wool to represent snow. He would inevitably be defeated by his garlanded opponent, willow wand tied with ribbons. At the end of the fight, a May King and Queen were crowned and the serious business of eating, drinking and cavorting would continue long into the evening.In Ireland, Bealtaine is celebrated at the Hill of Uisneach. The Bealtaine Festival was revived on the Hill of Uisneach in 2009 and today’s' festival remains much as it was in ancient times, a chance to meet old friends and make new ones. A family-friendly event that welcomes all the different tribes to celebrate the beginning of summer at the sacred centre of Ireland. In 2017, the ceremonial fire was lit by the President of Ireland, Michael D Higgins; making him the first Irish Head of State to do so since the last High King, nearly a thousand years ago. It is gathering where heritage, art, culture, music, fire-dancing, talks, workshops, wellbeing, yoga, story-telling, children's fun and food is enjoyed and celebrated before the great Bealtaine Fire is lit at sundown. Mayday celebrations vary from town to town, region to region but all have the same theme – the celebration of the start of Summer. With the arrival of the annual of the April Lyrids meteor shower (April 16th – 25th) and the first Swallows and Bats sighted here on the Ards Peninsula this week – Summer is here ! What are the Bealtaine/Beltane/Mayday celebrations happening near you ? Get in touch as we would love to find out. However you choose to celebrate, have a magical weekend. Love and bright blessings to all.” ~

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