#and yeah. i learned some hard lessons too. i no longer talk about my personal life on letterboxd
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Question from the genuinely ignorant what is The Post?
because this is a good faith question and this was so long ago, iâm gonna answer it and then respectfully and kindly ask people to stop asking, and i think once you read my answer youâll hopefully understand why lol
in 2017 as an extremely suicidal and isolated 23 year old, i watched lady bird after a really long and difficult weekend of being with my emotionally and verbally abusive mother. the movie was good but extremely triggering for me - i saw a lot of my self and my mother in the film. instead of killing myself that night (and iâm not being flippant, i walked home from the theatre to my tiny little apartment contemplating stepping onto the highway) i decided i would just get it all out somewhere. at the time, letterboxd was a small website and i was a no-one. i wrote a review and vomited all of my feelings.
itâs not a good review. i wasnât even really able to fully articulate what my own relationship with my mother was at the time. i was still too young and vulnerable to her abuse. but it made me calm enough to go to sleep and start a new week, so i did. it got no attention, except from some friends who liked it and knew my situation.
cut to literally new yearâs day 2021. an eighteen year old on tumblr finds my review, screencaps it in its entirety, and posts it on here. it makes it way onto my dash. at first im shocked - thatâs me! and i think i reblogged it to say that hey, thatâs me! omg! wow! after i did that i almost immediately regretted doing that, because the attention and harassment iâve received in the THREE YEARS since this post has gone up has honestly been so detrimental to my mental health. my fucking FACE and NAME are in the post bc the op didnât bother to crop them out. every day i wake up and thank a higher power that my mother hasnât found this post. people made fun of me, downplayed my (admittedly not very well articulated) experiences, armchair diagnosed me and my mother, posted my letterboxd icon which was MY REAL FACE on this website to MAKE FUN OF MY APPEARANCE and insinuate i deserved everything that happened to me. white supremacist blogs were SPREADING MY FACE AND NAME AROUND.
i got a lot of followers and attention and wanted none of it, and because tumblr is a website and the internet is written in ink, a post never truly gets deleted, and now every 6-12 months my privacy and something i impulse wrote in a moment of pure and true pain gets spread around this website and i canât do a god damn thing about it.
and likeâŚâŚâŚ i get it. it clearly resonated with people. and i donât like drawing a hard line. but the violation and the harassment that proceeded from it for MONTHS has made me intolerant. the op of that post is the same age now as i was when i wrote that review, and i hope to god they learned from that experience, because i still have to deal with the ramifications of their fucking choice.
and it sucks. because i love lady bird. but my health is already precarious and i do not want to go through this all again.
#asks#anyone who follows me after reblogging that post gets an insta block. i donât care if youâre a cool nice person. but i donât want you here#you already know far too much#and yeah. i learned some hard lessons too. i no longer talk about my personal life on letterboxd
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#tag talk#because of all the artists I follow and the art I see I'm able to muster up some art when the muse sings.#so thanks I was able to sketch something for the guy I'm getting to know and maybe will be dating at some point#was thinking about whether to call him cute or not and I think yeah I do think he's cute.#I've been using all my brain power to min-max the interactions we've had without jumping too quickly into the deep end#which is why I don't call him my boyfriend because we've only met irl twice but I think there's no reason why we won't escalate to dating#provided I can not fuck things up#prolly not healthy to have the mindset that I'm responsible for whether things go well or not#not healthy to have the mindset that I'm a stick of dynamite and if I screw things up it'll all blow to shit.#idk. I still feel that way.#we'll see.#either way he's my in to a whole other friend group of coworkers and their friends since we got matched by a coworker/friend#my coworker his friend so I have higher hopes since it's not an online match.#he seems pretty cool and I'm doing my best to spread out the interaction and not get too caught up in his dms#and I was the one to be like âyeah this hangout has gone pretty longâ because I know I tend to drag things out longer than they should go.#even if the other person is engaged it's functionally great to make a lunch date last the whole afternoon into the evening.#we both have things to do so as fun as it is to hang out for five hours I'm trying to keep emotionally healthy.#enough distance to keep perspective on things.#my last relationship the other person pushed for more and more hangout time and more and more closeness and I think that's what fucked it#I need to keep my distance to stay emotionally healthy#and honestly? I'm proud of myself for learning that and keeping it in mind.#I've had some hard experiences to learn that lesson but now I'm going to put it to good use and maybe get some dick again.#it's deadass been since October. deadass halfa year since I got dick.#I fucked someone more recently than that but fucking and getting dick are not the same thing.#anyway. new relationship. wish me luck.
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premise: thereâs always been something there, between the two of you. unspoken and filling in the cracks of those moments where joel is helping you out of a tough situation and your offering up a thank you and sweet smile. if only it didnât take bloody knuckles and some band-aids to finally crack the code of that something.
pairing: joel miller x (f)reader
word count: 6.2k
warnings: eighteen+ content, unprotected p in v, smut with feelings really, fem receiving oral, friends to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of violence and blood, alcohol mention, toxic exes and relationships discussed, dirty talk, biting and love marks mention, lots of banter, au (preoutbreak).
note: i meant for this to be darker but it turned out wayyy more fluffy and iâm actually really happy about it. i hella edited this but it still feels choppy so if it is iâm sorry ya girl has bad eyes lmao. gif made by me so donât be an ass and steal it tysm <3
Thereâs words you should be saying right now. Expressing. Spilling from your mouth in a heap of thank you, I appreciate you, what would I do without you always being there for meâŚ
But they just canât seem to come out. The speech part of your brainâand your heartâaching and prompting you to speak. To show courtesy, your vocal cords refuse to let you get out. Like your mouth has forgotten its purpose, your throat hoarse from screaming Joelâs name in the chaos of thrown fists, people shouting, men trying and failing to haul Joelâs weight off of the bloodied body below it.
The blood on his knuckles pulls your eyes in like a neon sign: caked, dark, and drying the longer the air gets to it. If it hurts Joel doesnât state itâshow it as he grips the steering wheel. Youâve never thrown a punch before, have never seen something like this up close and personal. You excelled at resolving conflicts before they arose. Never let arguments get past the phase of unfair yelling. But you would assume his knuckles must be aching, even if only a dull pounding.
You know for certain your ex's face is.
Good.Â
You hadnât expected him to show up at the bar, your job. Hadnât expected him to start in on the possessive actâcoincidently the local patrons were less than surprised at the all-too-clichĂŠ behavior. The town having labeled him as bad news ages ago. Something you had to learn the hard way, when you finally took off those rose colored glasses.Â
Joel had been staring at you for the duration of the exchange. Even after your ex left to hang out with a group of his buddies in the corner, his gaze lingered on you.
"You alright?" He asked as he slid his glass towards you, his forearm leaning against the bar. A wordless nod letting you know he wanted another.Â
"Yeah, heâs not the first creep I've had to deal with. It's in our DNA as women to deal with the lesser species of the male population."
"Canât tell if that makes me feel better or worse as a father."
"Oh," you send him a sweet smile. Setting his refilled whiskey in front of him, "no creep dare mess with Sarah. Iâve seen her make jocks cry."
"Thatâs my girl, taught her well." The grin he wraps around the rim of the glass makes something girlishâand foolishâspark in your stomach.Â
Maybe if you had a man like Joel in your life, you would be less likely to keep making the same mistakes with no-good assholes who are good for a week and bad for the rest of the 358 days.Â
A girl can dream.Â
And she has. Embarrassingly.Â
The two of you had continued to talk, your hip pressed against the bar as you cleaned a glass; perhaps you had been smiling and laughing too hard at what Joel was saying because your ex was back and grabbing you from across the bar in an instant.
An action that quickly landed him passed out and bloodied on the bar floor, and your boss trying to make sure Joel hadnât taught him too good of a lesson to have him see God.Â
And while the adrenaline of shock had been bruising your heart against your rib cage, your lungs devoid of airâwhen Joel had put his non-bloody hand against your arm, calling your name (the white noise of the commotion in the bar creating an impenetrable barrier to your ear drums), a warm thumb under your chin pulling your attention away from the limp body on the floor and up into his eyesâthat adrenaline melted and turned into serendipity.Â
Gratefulness.Â
Those girlish sparks turning into an entire flame that quickly engulfed you as he asked if you were okay. As he comforted you with a barely there touch on your arm and chin, concern in his dark eyes. Concern for what? Frightening you?Â
When your gaze is drawn to his knuckles, his body language responds with a grimace. When you see the gashes only bone against bone brings.Â
Heâs worried heâs upset you. As if he's done something wrong.
When he insists on driving you home you donât argue. Wouldnât dream of it even if the circumstances were different. It wouldn't be the first time he drove you home because your beat-up car wouldn't start or because the weather was bad and your anxiety was high.
Thatâs the thing about Joel.Â
He was always there.Â
If you needed help, he always seemed to find time.Â
Because of this, and the aforementioned beating your toxic ex to a pulp, you shouldn't be allowing the silence to spread between the two of you like strangers. Like something in the air was making everything awkward, like you hadnât sat in his truck a dozen times before. Like he hasnât gotten you out of a pinch (minus the blood) before.Â
And after heâs pulled into your driveway, engine turned off, the cicadas and crickets filling the silence, itâs Joel who finally speaks.Â
Who cracks that barrier you have mentally been trying so hard to climb over.Â
"Iâm sorry if I," he clears his throat, flexes his fingers against the steering wheel. "If I overstepped."Â
And the ridiculousness of him even apologizing has your mouth finally moving into action. "Joel, no, oh my gosh, no." Your palm presses against your chest as you look at him apologetically; you should be the only one saying sorry, thanking him, worshiping at his feet for this. "I should be the one saying that. I should have handled it myself or-"
"Or what?" He looks almost angry, shocked at your words. "He had a hold of you, and no disrespect, but I ainât ever seen you kill a fly, let alone throw a punch at someone."Â
"Hey! I could punch someone."Â
"Could and would are two different things."Â
"You sayin I couldnât?"Â
"Iâm sayin' you wouldnât."Â
"Not tough enough?"Â
"Your heart's too big."Â
"If you knew how hard I was holding back the urge to prove you wrong by bruising that bicep of yours, Joel Miller, youâd think differently." Your scowl and threat only seem to amuse him because heâs grinning at you. "Youâre lucky youâre injured."Â
"Iâm shaking in my boots."Â
"As you should be." The laugh the two of you share makes your cheeks burn. On the outside, many could and have labeled Joel as a complicated man. A man who takes a lot of nudging and persistence to get to know past that surface-level workaholic grump he sometimes displays. But heâs a man who would lend a hand at the drop of a hat. A man with honor embedded in his very DNA.
Thereâs a list youâve kept in the back of your mind that has every bullet point filled out and doodled hearts around the edges of all the reasons Joel is a good man. A man you trust. A man you adore.
"Thank you, Joel." He starts to shake his head, but you stop him with your palm resting on his forearm, "thank you. "You're right, I don't think I even know how to make a proper fist, let alone connect it." Your soft laugh makes the corners of his lips tick up. "You didnât hesitate to help me. You never do. It means a lot to me, I hope you know that."
He nods, his eyes only on your face. Listening. Taking in every word youâre saying, even if you know he hates the fact that youâre thanking him for this. But he deserves to know how much you appreciate him.
Your hand moves to his wrist, gently yanking it away from his vice-like grip on the wheel. Your index finger runs along a vein at the top of his handâthe one spot the blood didnât cake on to. "Does it hurt?"Â
"No. Between the callouses and the whiskey, itâs nothing more than a cat scratch."Â
"You should still get it looked at."
"Youâre looking at it, arenât ya?"Â
Your eyes roll. "Iâm not a doctor, Joel."Â
"All a doctors gonna tell me is to be more careful, hand me a band-aid, and charge me three hundred dollars."
"Well, in that case," you drop his hand and grab for the door. The dry summer air ineffective to your already burning skin from the man whose raising his brows at you, "I got band aids in the house, and I didnât get to finish my shift, which means you owe me three hundred in tips alone sooo."
"There's barely three hundred people in this town, and youâre tellin me you make that in tips?"Â
"Joel, just get in the damn house." You order, slamming the door of his truck and walking up the path to your front door. Smiling when you hear him huff and grumble under his breath as he gets out.Â
A hissâand a scowl so deadly it could scare away even the biggest and badest of grown menâhas Joelâs hand twitching in your hold as you run a wet cloth along the tops of his knuckles. The fabric pulling up the caked on flecks of dried blood, the surface of the cuts along the bone already starting the healing process from being clotted with red.Â
"I thought you said it didnât hurt?" You smirk playfully.Â
"Whiskeyâs wearin' off," he grunts.Â
"Or," you dab the cloth in the small cap of saline solution youâve pulled from your first aid kit under the sink. Bringing it back to his skin to press gently across his cuts, his body tensing. "Youâre human after all," his eyes roll.Â
"Donât alert the press."Â
"Oh, theyâve already been informed."Â
His hand rests on your thigh as you ball up some tissues to dry the area around his knuckles. Enough to keep the band-aidsâthe only thing he would allow you to use because gauze would just get in the way at work, he informed you when you insistedâfrom falling off. The heat from his palm burns through your jeans, and it's a blessing in and of itself that you're ignoring how it makes your insides feel; how your body's warmth is no match for how hot he feels. His legs are spread, body slouched against your couch, his knee against yours. A closeness heâs never been before. A casual touch and directness between friends that shouldnât be making you feel feverish and cheeky.Â
When he flexes his fingers a couple times and his fingertips run along the top of your thigh, you find yourself wishing youâd worn a dress to work. A skirt. Anything to have been able to feel him do that against your bare skin. A thought you chide yourself for. A thought you hope isnât written all over your face when you look over at Joel and heâs staring at you. Eyes darker, expression unreadable and stoic, in that way you can never tell what emotion heâs feeling at that exact moment. He gives nothing away but still sends your stomach plummeting.Â
After the band-aids have been stuck and youâve cleaned up the mess on your coffee table you offer him a drink.Â
"Unless you have to get back to Sarah, then I understand."
"Sheâs with a friend tonight."Â
"You gonna tell her how you saved the day, all knight and shining armor style?" You tease as you walk back to the living room with two beers in hand, putting one in Joelâs outstretched one and the other to your lips. Taking a sip as you take your place beside him once again, this time a leg pulled under you as you face him.Â
He snorts, "donât know about all that."
"Iâm sure word has already gotten around. Her friends are probably gabbing about how heroic Mr. Miller is, a real prince charming." You laugh when you see his grin.Â
"Or," he says, swallowing the sip he's just taken. "Sheâll give me that death glare that all teenagers possess after puberty, you know the one?"
"Oh, I know the one. Mine was so fierce my mother banned it from our house."
"Itâs deadly."
"Truly."
"Iâm sure prince charming will be the last thing connected to my actions. Rage and jackass sound more on the money."Â
You frown. Watch as he stares down at the result of the rage he thinks will now be accompanied with his name. Tarnishing it that now people will forget the kindness that was once there, the man whose hardworking now turned into something vile all because of an act of heroism some might find obscene; with how much blood and possible damage it has caused to one mans face, you could understand why such an act would be.Â
But to youâand those who knew how horrible your ex had been, how he had deserved every bone crunching punch, every spit of blood and teeth choked onâyou knew that what Joel did was right. And maybe, somewhere deep down in those morals against violence everyone gets handed out to them at birth, you knew that Joel could be sitting in a jail cell instead of on your couch if those punches had been any worse. If it had been pure untamed rage like some will say.Â
"Youâre a good man, Joel. So you potentially hospitalized an asshole, who hasnât?" Your heart leaps in your chest when he laughs, and you thank God that your joke landed. Thank him that this man with his disheveled hair that's begging to have a hand run through it, work shirt and jeans looking like theyâve seen better daysâis in your life. Not every girl has someone willing to bruise another man's face while destroying the hand that's needed to do their job properly.
No one had acted as quick as Joel had.Â
Joel Miller was a good man.Â
"What did you see in him anyway?" Joel asks, taking another sip of his beer. His gaze is drawn to you from the hole he was burning into his hand.Â
And if you were being honest with yourself, you didnât know.Â
Couldnât answer that question with the full truth because you didnât know why you always went for the assholes. The guys who liked to scream instead of talk it out. Who liked to steal money from your wallet for booze or a habit they couldnât kick. The ones who never remembered your birthday but made sure didn't forget theirs.
Your father had been a great man. Your mother an amazing woman. You couldnât take the easy way out and blame it on family trauma.Â
So you answered with the only viable reason that came to mind.Â
"Loneliness makes you ignore all the bad stuff." You take a sip, swallow it down (washing away the pinpricks of potential embarrassment for being so brutally honest with Joel). "It makes you talk yourself out of throwing all their stuff to the curb or burning it in your backyard, because itâs not always bad. Some days are good. Some of them wait to be assholes before the novelty wears off; others wait until you're two years in and theyâve already slept with half the town behind your back. And some will bring you flowers every time they mess up, until one day you look around and realize you don't have any room to put this new vase and there's dried flower petals all over your floors. But hey, at least youâre not lonely, and your house smells really good."Â
The smile on your lips fades when you see the look on Joelâs face. See that heâs finding no humor in this story. And the gulp that swallows down the beer in your hands burns your throat the entire way down. Your cheeks are burning, and you have to look away from him. Distract yourself by picking at the label on the bottle.Â
"Or maybe itâs as clichĂŠ as saying I havenât found the right one yet." You try to save, nervously chuckling under your breath. In hopes that he forgets everything youâve just said and clings to this one shitty joke.Â
"Look at me."
You do, and you wish you hadnât. The roughness of his voice makes your stomach swoop and fall like a rollercoaster of emotions you did not prepare yourself for. Hadnât imagined this being in your future when youâd walked into work. But youâre looking at him. Meeting his eyes. Seeing the stern glower in them before he speaks.Â
Thereâs a million things you imagine him saying. Telling you how much better you are than that, than all of those meaningless assholes. How you deserve better, and youâll find it someday. Hell, you expect him to scold you with how low his brows are.
What you donât expect is to feel his lips on yours. His fingers digging into the skin at the back of your neck, his chest inches from your now-heaving one. And it renders you speechless. Still. Your brain not computing with the signals your nerves are giving off right now.Â
When he pulls away and looks at you, it takes you several blinks to meet his gaze. The air in your lungs weighing your chest down. You shouldnât speak. Should allow yourself to get your bearings in order. To catch your breath and sort through everything youâre feeling right now. "Was that a pity kiss?"Â
"A whatâpity kiss?"Â
"Cause of the," you swallow, lick your lips, "of the aforementioned assholes?"Â
Joelâs breath fans across your face when he chuckles, "anyone whoâd pity kiss you deserves to be added to that list of assholes. And I might be on many asshole lists, but hopefully not on yours." The fingers on your neck skate forward to your cheek, thumb pressed gently along your jawline. His features grow serious again. "I didnât just knock that asshole out because he had it comin'. And if you haven't noticed, Iâm either working or at home with Sarah. Both keepin' me more than busy."
"Too busy to be making house calls for leaky faucets and tarnishing your good name with your fists?"Â
"Exactly."Â
There's a long pause between you two, as if you're both waiting for the other to say something, anything, to put these unspoken mutual feelings out there.
"Joel, are you saying you coming over to fix my faucet and staying for the occasional beer was youâŚflirting?" The grin he gives you makes you laugh, "who taught you how to flirt? And please donât say Tommy."
"No. If I had listened to him weâd beâ" he doesnât finish. Just shakes his head and chuckles under his breath.Â
And maybe affirmative action with your hands wasnât your forte, maybe you couldnât do what needed to be done when it came in the form of actions. But when it came to words, to saying what you wanted, needed, craved when it was right here in front of you being hinted and teased at, you didnât hesitate.Â
"Maybe you should have listened to Tommy." Your hand mirrors his own, resting on his cheek. You already knew he ran hot from his palm alone. But his cheek feels just as warm as you do, burning right through to your bones. His gaze falls to your parted lips, and a decision is made in the seconds it takes him to return his gaze to yours.
An agreement.Â
"C'mere." His lips collide with yours in a heated kiss of nicks of teeth and tongue that taste like whiskey and beer and something that your brain will forever recognize as Joel. A taste you know youâll be wanting to swallow down again and again. To feel the burn of his beard against your chin until your skin is raw and blotchy from how hard his mouth is devouring yours. An arm wrapped around your waist pulls you into his lap, and your forgotten beers spill and stain the cushions of your couch. "Shit, sorry, let me," Joel starts, but you stop him with your hands on his cheeks.Â
"Leave it, just come here." You insist, lips returning to his.Â
"Yes, maâam." His smirk molds to your mouth, wipes away as his tongue runs along your bottom lip to press against yours. A hand on your ass squeezes and presses you forward so youâre grinding against his lap. The seam of your jeans rubs up against the wet patch that's quickly forming on the fabric of your underwear, becoming sticky and clinging to your pussy. Joel's other hand runs down the column of your neck, gripping and pulling you away from his mouth so that his lips can latch onto your sensitive skin. A gasp leaving your lungs, teeth and tongue making you shudder and cling to his shoulders.Â
Shoulders you don't let go of until your back hits the mattress and you're both pulling your shirts above your heads, your fingers quickly working the clip of your bra, joining the discarded pile of shirts and shoes on your bedroom floor.
Your heart feels as if itâs beating a hole through your chest, like itâll fall into Joelâs hands as he leans over your body, knees between your open legs, as his palms run down your chest, between your breasts. Over the globes of them, calloused thumb circling around your nipple. Your breath caught in your throat as you press yourself up into his touch. Heâs taking you in, letting his eyes trail every dip, possible mole, scar, and marking on your skin. How your chest heaves in response to his hand. How your breasts fit in his palm. How you gasp and cry into the air when he leans down and swirls his tongue around one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth, teeth lightly scraping against the sensitive flesh when he pulls off and does the same to the other one.Â
His mouth finding its way back to yours again. His hips canting against yours; you can feel his cock digging into your thigh. And when you let your hand skate between the two of you to give him more friction. A dizzying desire to feel more of his heat and need for you burning through your skin and to your core, where you truly crave him.Â
The deep grunt that falls from his mouth and onto your waiting tongue sends a shockwave of arousal through your entire body. Being. You want to hear it again, want to pull every noise from this man with your body and mouth until you are both drained and cursing yourselves for not doing this sooner. And you know he wants to do the same. Wants to catalog every pressure point and sensitive bit of your flesh so he can draw this out, can rile you up with a simple touch, scrape of teeth, run of his tongue along your jugular. Until you tell him how badly you canât stand not having him inside of you.Â
He's leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, his fingers digging into the skin above your jeans, holding your hips still. Preventing you from moving them the way you want to from each press and prickle from his mouth and beardâscalding the nerves of your skin and making your insides whirl.Â
"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart." Joel murmurs into your skin as his fingers curl into the waistband of your jeans. Your body feels barren and cool away from his heat as he sits back on his knees, your hips lifting as he frees your legs from their confines. His thumb runs along the lace of your underwear, dipping lower and lower until itâs pressing into that wet spot. A silent, smug praise tugs at the corner of his lopsided smile as his eyes look up to yours.
If your mind was working coherently and not filled with Joel Joel Joel (the way he smells woodsy and rugged, the way something deep and gruff reverberates in his chest when your teeth sink into the skin of his neck, and how he keeps looking at you like a fine art piece hung in the Louvre. Movements quick and gentle as he pulls your underwear down your thighs, making quick work to push your legs apart, fingers digging into the back of your thigh as he lets himself take his time adorning you fully on display for him) there'd be a sassy remark aimed at him.
The callus of his thumb nicks your swollen clit, eliciting a whimper from your lips, your hips following the descent of his finger as it spreads you apart. Trailing a line from your clit to dip into your entrance, gathering your arousal on the pad of his finger, his eyes on yours as he presses it against his tongue. A burning hunger in his eyes as he sucks your wetness from his fingers.Â
You're a panting mess by the time Joel positions his head between your legs, arms wrapped behind your thighs, lips, teeth, and tongue trailing up your inner thigh. Your fingers clench the blanket in anticipation, need, and want. The closer his mouth gets to your center, the more you can feel his hot breath moving in, the potential love bites and marks heâs leaving on your inner thighâall a certain type of torture you donât think youâre strong enough to put up with right now.Â
You lift your head to start begging, to plead with your torturer, but heâs speaking before you can.Â
"Wanna take my time, sweetheart." His tongue swirls at the joint of your inner thigh. And just as earlier, the words you mean to get out, to speak from the storm cloud of lust in your head, die in the back of your throat when Joel runs the flat of his tongue up the seam of your pussy. The torturous muscle wraps you around his tongue, following the slowest path to your clit, until the tip of his tongue flicks, making a pattern of strokes and licks, until his lips wrap around the swollen nerve, making you feel delirious. Keeps pulling gasps, moans, and pants of pleasure and ecstasy from your parted mouth; head thrown back on pillows; legs trembling around his head from the blazing fire that grows and grows the more he consumes you.
The more his nose nicks your clit when he fucks you with his tongue, the more his fingers dig into your quivering legs to keep you anchored to the bed and his mouth.Â
It feels like hours with how slowly he goes. Keeps you dangling from the ledge with every stroke and suck. Every soothing indent his fingers are leaving in your thigh. Your skin slicked with sweat, knuckles cramped from its grip in the blanket. When your moans go up in pitch he goes slower in that motion, that spot that has you seeing stars. Then he lets your breath come back to you with slow strokes of his tongue at your entrance, giving attention to the other parts of you that you didnât think could elicit such erotic noises from your lungs.Â
Your fingers find their way into those disheveled strands youâve been waiting a lifetime to thread through. To pull and keep yourself from the feeling of floating away from the intensity of the pleasure. From your orgasm coming closer and closer until youâre panting his name, "Joel, Joel, Joelâfuck," your body shaking, the cries pulled out from this man burning your throat as you finally fall from the ledge and into him; his tongue coated in you, his chin wet with your essence.Â
Your body sensitive and heavy as you come down, a sweaty heat making you feel sticky. Joelâs fingers seem to bypass every sensitive part though, as his palm caresses the tops of your thighs, your hips, your curves, the side of your breast. Until heâs reached your burning cheeks, mouth pressing the gentlest of kisses to your lips. The kiss was slow and gentle. Your arousal coats your taste buds when his tongue meets yours.
The kiss feeling more intimate than before, more heady. Knocking you right back on that loop you just got off of. That ache and throb he just sedated starting again in your belly, moving to where your thighs are soaked.Â
"Youâre overdressed," you murmur against his lips. Joel kisses you again, your open mouths exchanging a breathy chuckle.
"Do you wanna change that?"Â
The question holds more than just the surface level of a joke and an answer of "yeah, obviously."Â Thereâs a seriousness to it that makes you pull back from his lips and stare up at him. His thumb traces a soothing pattern into the bottom of your chin, his eyes holding an unspoken reassurance that heâs fine with it ending right here. With him just pleasing you, getting to take you apart and reassemble you with tender touches and a torturous mouth.
It can be all about you.
It is all about you.
You deserve nothing less.
His eyes and soft grin speak unspoken.Â
Your nod is slow and reassuring. Your fingertips copy the motions of his thumb against the patches of skin in his damp beard. "Unless youâd rather help me get the stain out of my couch that you caused."
"I caused?" His brows shoot up.Â
"It's to be expected when you can't keep your hands off of me," you say before shrieking as he pinches your side. His lips kissing your scowl awayâa problem you foresee in the near future.
The kiss lasts for minutes (centuries you wish). Your fingertips never lift from the other's face, moving along jawlines, chins, and cheek bones. His chest comfortably against yours, giving you that heat you missed so dearly. His cock still stiff and hot in his jeans, grinding slowly against your pelvis.Â
Is this how itâs supposed to feel? When feelings haven't even been discussed yet, but you just know? Already know what each touch, kiss, and caress holds behind it. Telling a wordless story in the way he had wanted to give you pleasure firstâto tasteâand take his time making you feel everything his mouth could do. Everything he wanted to do to you.
He wasnât thinking about himself after the fact. Wasnât rushing to put you in a position that made it all about his pleasure. Giving you little to no space to cool down, regain your bearings, and have that fire slowly relight and become more tantalizing, as he is right now.
You really did date assholes.Â
Your fingers move to his chest, splaying your palm along his body until youâve reached where heâs hard and pressing against you. Your fingers curl around the outline of him. Stroking, massaging.Â
"I want you, Joel." You breathe into his mouth.Â
He growls against your lips in something akin to frustration and agony. It makes something inside of you sink, overthink that maybe he doesnât actually want to push it past the points youâve already reached. Maybe itâs too much, all too soon, for this new territory of your friendshipâeven if it already seemed a little too late with the couch confessions and his saliva still coating your center.Â
He must see the thoughts volleying in your head because heâs scolding himself under his breath and shaking his head. A soothing touch placed on your skin. "I feel like Iâm some horny teenager again, with how bad I want you." His chuckle soothes your heart, "I donât have-"
And you can't help but laugh at his waving hand towards his pockets and the sentence he's about to finish.
"Jesus, Joel. Bless anyone who's ever thought you were the ungentlemanly type." Here you were worrying about whether or not he wanted you, the proof being clearer than just his dick against your fingers. While the only thing on his mind was protection.Â
"Glad Iâm amusinâ to you."Â
Cupping his cheeks, you pull him back to your lips. "All a girl wants is a decent man to make her laugh, not break her heart, and be able to make her come. And so far youâve done all three." You let your tongue slip between your mouths and run along his bottom lip, "Iâm good if you are."Â
Iâm clean.
I take a little pill every day because life is chaotic enough and I donât want any surprises.Â
Weâre protected.
Now take me already.
The drag of your tongue, the roll of your hips against him, the little whimper you let out when he bites your lipâspeaks for you.
Itâs all either of you needs to rid Joel of his jeans: hands tangled in belt loops, tugs, pulls, pushing until heâs completely bare in front of you. Your breath hitches when you feel the underside of his cock spreading you and running along your clit slowly and languidly. The heat of him feels nothing compared to your own, the throb and ache of requisite in every roll and drag.Â
And when neither of you can stand it anymore, when heâs grunting and youâre begging, he leans up on an elbow, hand wrapped around his cock, lining himself up to your entrance. Your breath leaves your lungs, stomach falling falling down to where heâs pushing into you. Stretching you, filling you until thereâs no telling where either of you ends or begins. Attached by that intangible string of pleasure and bliss of only being able to feel each other.
"Fuck," Joel groans. Mouth finding your shoulder, breath hot and heavy. His thrusts start leisurely, taking his time in that way youâre learning he loves to do. Loves to compartmentalize up what you needâmore, faster, harder. Going off of the moans panted into his neck, nails digging into his back.Â
There's a hand gripped in the pillow beside your head, another at your breast, his mouth connected to your neck, your jaw, your chin, your lips. His hips slamming against your open thighs, thrusts deep, sharp. His cock hitting places that make your back arch, his name strung together with pleas for more. The slapping of skin and wet squelching of bodily fluids between the two of you making a symphony of lewd delight.Â
When the hand at your breast hikes up one of your legs, the cry you let out is swallowed by his mouth. The deeper he fucks into you, the more your body shakes, the more you feel him completely consuming you. turning you into someone who will never get enough of this. Of him. Of how good he's making you feel.Â
"Sound sâpretty," his tongue brushes against the underside of your chin, teeth nipping at the bone. A trail of him brought down to the shell of your ear. Where his heavy breaths and grunts fill you just as his cock does. Fills you to the brink of pain turned satisfying pleasure, as each stroke brings you closer to a precipice heâs already pushed you from. "Canât believe I held myself back from you."
"Joel."
"I should knock out every asshole who thought to hurt you, tânot love you the way you deserve. Put you first," he slips his hand between your slick bodies, palm hot against your pelvis as his thumb rubs fast tight circles around your clit. His words getting filthier, ragged. Becoming heaving breaths against your ear as he fucks you faster. As his thumb matches the pace, as you grow closer and closer. Led by his words and pushed over by his cock.Â
"Thatâs it, sweetheart." Heâs encourages as you come. As he fucks you through it, as that white-hot heat makes your body contort against his. Cling and squeeze around him. The string of groans and curses, your name mixed with something incoherent but soft and deep, makes your chest swishâbit into your skin as Joel comes not long after.Â
And after the two of you have cleaned up enough to call it satisfactory, two new beers condensing on your night stand. Your cheek pressed into his chest as your bodies lay pressed together under your sheet. His chin resting atop your forehead, a soft brush of fingertips at your spineâthereâs cheesy grins on your faces, "Tommyâs going to have a heyday."
"He owes me fifty bucks."
Thereâs faux shock on your face when you turn and lean on your elbow to look at him, "excuse me?"
"He didn't think I'd ever tell ya," Joel shrugs as his hand caresses your shoulder. A fondness in his eyes, "I never do anything for myself." You press a kiss to his thumb, "I think we both deserve something good for once though."Â
"I guess I solved the mystery of how to get Joel Miller to be soft," you joke. Nip at the skin of his thumb playfully.Â
"I ainât soft." He grumbles.
"Postcoitous Joel disagrees with that statement," you say. The dramatic roll his eyes do makes you laugh. Your teeth nipping his thumb harder, a bite this time, you shift so youâre on top of him. Sitting up on your knees. "Since this bet is half at my expense.."
"Expense, huh?" His palm grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, causing you to rock in his lap. His cock already twitching to life again.
"I think we should get you your money's worth," you smirk.
"That's the smartest thing you've said all night," his fingers tangled in your back hair, pulling your mouth down to his in a hard kiss, before you get the chance to at least pretend to be offended.
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Drunken piggyback rides.
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader
Summary: Simon gives you a piggyback ride home :)
Wordcount: 4775| Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: miscommunication, communication, friends to lovers, fluff, swearing, drinking.
A/N:I didn't proofread and English isn't my native tongue, so please let me know if there are mistakes. This was supposed to be short, but it ended up longer than I planned. See this as a little make up gift for the last fic
âNext time youâre drunk of your tits, you call me, got it?â You can recall Ghostâs gruff words the last time you got drunk out of you mind. Youâd thrown up in Priceâs shoes, and it was fair to say that no one was really charmed of your drunken antics. Especially not when half of the taskforce was send out to look for you, since your drunken mind was unable to stumble back to base. So here you were, waiting in the godforsaken cold, until Ghost came to pick you up. You didnât hear him coming, his footsteps silent while he took long strides your way. How could a man so tall, so bulky be so quiet?
âBloody hell.â He groans, as he sees your drunken state. A lazy grin on your face, unable to stand straight on your own feet. âThe next time I see Soap Iâll kill him for challenging him to a drinking contest.â
âThank you.â You giggle, unable to determine if his annoyance is real or a decoy. Ghost shakes his head. âYouâre goddamn lucky that I came to pick you up and not some fucking pervert. Do you know what couldâve happened?â But his scoldings are for the deaf, you simply do not care. He is here now? So what is his problem. You can see him struggle on how to take you back, youâre too drunk to walk, and he isnât one to pick you up bridal style. So he sighs and offers you a piggy back ride. His hands are firmly under your thighs, his touch is warm and gentle, a nice contrast to the cold air. You notice his walk is slow and steady, almost as if he is afraid to drop you. You close your eyes, rolling your head back as you finally relax.
âThank you again.â
The sound he makes is something between a growl and a chuckle. âItâs nothing.â He says in a dry voice. In truth, youâre probably the last person he expected to pick up tonight, he had hoped you had learned your lesson. But here you were, drunk out of your mind, and Simon is soft at heart, for you at least.
The last time youâve had a piggy back ride mustâve been when you were a child, and right know it brings back some nice memories, his strong hands making you feel secure and safe. Youâve already thanked him twice, and you want to thank him a million more times. But he is Ghost and you know youâll get an earful if you do so. You do open your eyes again, taking in every detail of the side of his face that you can see. âYou have a little scare here.â You murmur as your fingertips trace it.
His steps falter. Simon knows the scar youâre talking about. Itâs the one on his left cheek, a reminder of the lowest points of his life. He dislikes showing his face, but he is okay with his teammates seeing it. Yet here you are, touching him softly.
âYeah, just a scratch.â He growls, in an attempt to play it cool. But he has to admit, he doesnât hate what youâre doing.
Of course you knew the scar, you were there when he got is, you knew how hard that mission had been, you knew how many the team had lost, how close youâd been to losing him too. Your soft lips press against the scar, a sweet little kiss. âIâm glad youâre still here.â Your voice a soft murmur.
That unexpected kiss sends a wave of emotion through him, and before he can even respond, you give him a warm smile that makes his blood pump faster through his veins. Simon tries to regain control of himself, and he fails miserably.
âI.. Damn it.â He growls, trying to hide the blush that creeps on his face. âYou are.. a bloody.. troublemaker.â He manages.
But youâre too drunk to notice his inner turmoil and his comment is rewarded with a giggle. You rest your chin on his shoulder, as he carries you back to base, and you feel content, happy even. âWill you kick my ass if I thank you again for walking me home?â
It wouldâve been the perfect moment for a funny comeback, but all the snark in the world fails him as he turns his head to the side and is met with you. Youâre a handful, and thereâs a part of him that wants to strangle you for it. But thereâs also a part of him that wishes he couldâŚ
He coughs to catch himself before his emotions get the better of his thoughts. âNo, uh, probably not.â He grumbles. âBut donât push your luck.â
You know your teammate, your friend, and you know he is annoyed that he is carrying you home instead of sleeping in a warm bed, but deep down you also know he cares too much to let anything harm you.
So you smile at him, your cheek resting on his shoulder as you look at him. The alcohol in combination with the attraction youâve always felt towards him takes over as your hand makes its way to his hair, running your fingers through the short, dirty blonde hair. âSo soft.â You whisper.
A low growl escapes him, a sign that he is slowly, but surely losing the battle to keep his cool. âI know youâre drunk, princess, but you should try to behave yourself.â He grits out. And no matter how many times he had seen you, you always looked gorgeous to him. Your hand in his a sure way to set him off, and this entire situation seem tailor made to drive him insane. Simon picks up his pace, desperate to avoid even more chaos.
Now being called princess by Ghost was a new thing for you, but you werenât against it. Your fingernails caressing the back of his neck when you take your hand out of his hair. âIâm sorry.â You whisper softly, your breath tickling his ear. Your hand rests at the back of his neck, it felt nice to touch someone, especially when it was someone you cared about.
His jaw tenses as he tries to distract himself from the sweet, warm feeling of your hand on his neck. You are not making this easy for him. If this was any other woman, heâd be all over her in a second. Hell heâs done it before.
But when it comes to you, he feels.. different. A mix of emotions that he is not comfortable with. And the fact that it is you just makes it more confusing.
His clenched jaw doesnât get unnoticed by you and you remove your hand from his neck, letting it rest on your own body. You knew he wasnât interested in you, not like that. You had seen him be with other women. Just friends. That is all youâll ever be. You close your eyes again, and suddenly being back to base is the only thing you want.
Simon doesnât say anything as he walks faster, desperate to put some distance between him and the situation. As if reading his mind, the entrance of the base appears out of the darkness.
âWeâre back.â He growls. As if he suddenly remembers your head is resting on his shoulder, he stops walking and tries to push you off. âGet off.â He snaps, his tone more harsh that he intended.
You look up from his shoulder, bracing yourself when his hands stop holding your thighs as he lets go off you. You know you have walk the last part yourself. âThank you.â You mumble after an awkward silence, and you watch him walk away, not saying a word to you as he disappeared into base. And for that moment you hate yourself, but you suppress those feeling as you stumble back to your own quarters.
Simon doesnât look back; itâs better that way. He walks to his own quarters, alone, and he sinks down to his bed. Why does it have to be you that gets to his emotions? Why do you have to be the one to make him feel this way? He doesnât want to think about it.. he hates himself for it. But the thoughts wonât go away. And now, all he can hear is your voice. The way it sounds when you whisper.
âSo soft...â
You hate this, you hate how your feelings for him come out when youâre drunk, and that while youâre so good at hiding them when youâre sober.
A friend. A friend. A friend. You keep chanting it to yourself, a mantra stuck in your brain. Ghost just sees you as a friend, and you need to learn to accept it. You drop yourself to your bed, your eyes falling shut as you think about the inevitable, facing him again tomorrow.
But Simon canât get you out of his head. No matter how many times he tries, the thoughts refuse to leave.
Your voice.
Your face.
Damn it.
He watches the hours pass, the walk home replaying in his mind.
Thereâs no point in sleeping and he wants a cigarette and he wants it now.
âI still bloody hate you.â He murmurs to himself.
Youâre tossing and turning the whole night. Short naps, short sessions to stare at the wall and the cycle repeats. The alcohol starts to wear off and youâre faced with what happened this night. You curse yourself, you curse yourself for touching that scar, for kissing the scar, for touching his hair. God, you hated yourself. You swing your legs over the edge of your bed, hoping that a quick shower and a change of clothes would make you feel better.
Of course they donât. A pounding headache starts to form, a sign that your thoughts are finally sober. A glass of water and two painkillers enter your system as you slip on some shoes. God you need a cigarette and some fresh air. Fuck. You stop in your tracks as you spot him, smoking all by himself. Why him? Why now.
Simon takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette and leans against a wall outside base. He closes his eyes, enjoying the peace of the empty morning.. and then he hears footsteps. His head snaps up, his eyes narrowed and scanning the area. But itâs just you. Of course it is. A wave of unease washes over him as he watches you approach.
âMorning.â He mutters. He doesnât want to talk to you, and yet thereâs a small part of him thatâs secretly glad youâve come.
It is awkward. Oh dear God it is awkward, and you wish you had just stayed in bed, rotting away while you cringed at your drunken behaviour, but no, you just had to go outside.
âSimon.â You mutter back as a greeting, before you light your own cigarette, keeping the distance between the two of you. God damn it, why couldnât they just allow smoking everywhere on this base? Why did he have to be out here too, in the little smokers corner?
The uneasy silence stretches between you. You both know what happened last night but youâre both too embarrassed to speak about it. Simon inhales and exhales, exhaling clouds of smoke as he struggles to look anywhere but at you.
âLook I.. what the hell were you thinking?â he asks suddenly, breaking the silence. âDo you.. what.. what the hell?â he struggles to continue.
You close your eyes at his harsh words. Opening them again after youâve taken a deep breath. What the hell had you been thinking? You donât even know yourself.
âLook.â You start with a hoarse whisper. âI am sorry.â And you truly are. Youâre sorry that he had to carry her home, you are sorry that she kissed his scar, youâre sorry that you ran your hand through his hair.
âI shouldnât have done any of this.â
Simon takes a long drag and then exhales, his jaw clenched and his expression is one of irritation. âBut you did.â He growls. Heâs annoyed, and yet.. even he is too embarrassed to admit that he enjoyed the way you were looking at him last night. But he pushes that thought aside. âWhy?â He hisses. âWhy did you do that?â
Yeah, why did you do it? Because you love him, because you have had the biggest crush on him the moment you met him. But he doesnât look at you the way he looks at the women he takes home from the bar. So you push it away again, like you had done plenty of times before.
âI was drunk.â You say meekly, and itâs the truth. âI was drunk and I want to let you know Iâm glad you didnât die on that mission.â You continued, the main reason why you kissed that scar. âAnd now Iâm sober and Iâm embarrassed.â You shake your head. âIâm sorry for treating you like this, youâre my friend and I overstepped your boundaries.â
Simon stays silent as he drags on his cigarette. His mind races.
Donât think it. Donât think it. Donât think it. Youâre imaging it, thatâs all.
His eyes flick to yours for a split second, and then fix on the ground again. He wants to be mad at you right now. He wants to be mad because it is easier than all these emotions he is not willing to explore.
Donât think it. Donât think it. Donât think it.
Oh but this is even worse, the way this silence lingers between the two of them, how he doesnât even look at you. God, you hate yourself for letting it go to this point.
Your cigarette is burning up by itself, you havenât even taken a single drag yet. You bring the cigarette to your lips, taking a drag before she blows out the smoke, waiting for him to say anything. But there is just silence, nothing more than silence. So you press your cigarette our against the wall.
âIâm sorry.â You repeat again.
Simon finishes his cigarette too and stubs it out against the wall. Then he does something he never thought he would. He closes the distance between the two of you and embraces you tightly. Burying his head in your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. He doesnât say or do anything else. He just stands there, for the longest time, enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You donât know what to do. You donât know how much longer you can keep up this façade of just being friends. But you canât lose him, anything but losing him. So your hand rests on the back of his head while he buries his head into your shoulders, hiding in your hair. Your other hand resting on his back, your nails making soft circles on his shirt, while your heart feels like it is beating out of your chest.
Simon buries his head further into your shoulder, closing his eyes in the process. Your soft touch is making him feel things that he is not ready to acknowledge, let alone face them. His breathing matches yours, slow and steady. And he doesnât want this moment to ever end. Why does this, with you, feel more intimate than any of the other woman? Why does your touch feel different than everyone elseâs?
You close your eyes too as you hold him close. You like this feeling more than youâll ever let him know. But God, do you want to hold him longer, kiss him, touch him, taste him, be his. The hand on his head gets lifted and moves to his neck, making the same soft circles as on his shirt.
The sensation of your nails on his skin sends tingles throughout his body, the sensation becoming almost too much for him to bear. But he does bear it, refusing to give in to the feeling of your touch. The feeling of what he could have. Of what he could be with you. He struggles to keep his mind clear, to ignore what the body wants to do. But itâs hard, itâs so very hard.
It's torture.
Torture that he wants to make last forever.
Your eyes lift up to the sky, the morning colour painting the sky as a canvas and for a brief moment it is all perfect. But reality dawns on you again, youâre holding your friend, the man youâve been crushing on since you met. But who will always be just a friend. You place your cheek against his head, both hands, both set of nails softly caressing his skin.
Simon lets out a low murmur of approval as he feels your hands working their magic, a growl emerging from him as he turns his head slightly and buries it deeper into the crook of your neck. This⌠this is torture.
He wants your hands everywhere on him. He wants this moment, this feeling, to never end. God, how much longer can he take it?
âItâs.. itâs just too nice.â He murmurs. But he is not saying it to you, he is saying to himself.
You can barely make out the words that leave his lips, but they make your heart flutter. You can feel his lips move against the sensitive skin on your neck. The hand on his neck stays there, although your nails dance around the border of his hairline, before they go back to his neck again. The hand on his back goes from making circles to making long strokes, up to the shoulder blades, all the way down to the small of his back.
Simon lets out a long sigh, feeling your hand stroke across his back. It feels good. Damn good. Good enough that the can only think about how he doesnât want it to end. It brings him a sense of comfort he hasnât felt in a long time. Please stay here, right here, right now. His arms squeeze your tighter as your nails send tingles of pleasure throughout his body. Donât let it end.
Standing here like this, with him in your arms makes you forget about it all, it made you forget about him carrying you back to base, about you being so drunk you kissed his scar, about the awkward silence you had while smoking. It doesnât matter anymore, all that matters is this moment. Your nails run all over his back, changing the pressure. Going from slow to fast, back to slow again. All so you can hold him a little longer.
Simon is basking in the sensation of your hand running all over his back. The change in pressure, the slow to fast, back to slow again, is heaven on earth.
Youâre his heaven.
This moment is heaven.
He breathes a sigh of content as he keeps his head in the crook of your neck, wanting this bliss to last as long as possible.
A smile curls on your lips as you notice his reaction to the change of pressure and speed. Anything to make him happy. In a moment of boldness you press a soft kiss on the top of his head. Begging that he will take the hint and takes the lead.
His breath catches in his throat as you kiss his head. This isnât torture anymore.
Itâs torment.
Goddamn torment.
But donât you dare stop.
Simon isnât the only one who finds this torment. Youâre craving the feeling of slipping your hand under his shirt and letting your fingertips and nails caress the bare skin of his back. But you can��t, youâre still outside, youâre still just friends. But how can you love another man after his?
Your continued touch is driving him absolutely insane. God do you even know what would happen if he did let you slip your hand under his shirt? And do you even know what he wants to do to you right now? God, his mind is filled with thought he never knew he had. You just want to know what could be, what could happen if one of you was to cross that line of being friends. But youâre scared, scared of losing him as a friend. But youâre just as brave as you are scared. Brave enough that when you reach the small of his back again, you let your hand slip under his shirt, your nails making soft circles on his bare skin, all while you hold your breath, anticipating his reaction.
Oh God. His breathing catches in his throat as he tries to ignore the sensation of your nails against his bare skin, but he canât.
He wants.. He wants..
Simon turns quickly, his hands reaching for your waist before he pulls your body close to his. His free hand holds your head, his face inches away from yours. âDonât you do this to me right now.â He hisses. âWeâre friends. Youâre my friend.â
You swallow the lump in your throat as you remove the hand from under his shirt, the hand on his neck stops moving before you remove that one too. Your hands falling limp next to your body. âFriends.â You whisper back.
Simon takes a deep, calming breath to settle his heart rate before he leans in closer, his lips mere centimetres away from yours.
âFriends.â He whispers. Itâs a simple, yet charged word that hands in the air between the two of you. He know what he just did. He knows what he almost let happen between the two of you. But he knows that he canât. He wonât let that barrier fall. A friendship is too precious to ruin. And friend donât kiss each other.
Now it is his turn to torture you. His lips mere centimetres away from yours, and you want to kiss him, you want to be more than just his friend.
You want. You want. You want.
Your heart is pounding in your chest. Your mind is racing.
Friends donât kiss each other, but rules are made to be broken, right? You donât want to think, not of the consequences.
So you press your lips against his.
His lips are against yours, and he wants nothing more than to deepen these soft kisses as the two of you lose yourselves in each otherâs bodies. His arm wraps around your back, his other hand stroking the locks of hair behind your ear as he caresses your cheek. For Simon there is nothing else here, nothing else is real, nothing else matters. Just you in his arms, and his lips on yours.
Oh God, you had expected him to push you away, to remind you that you were just friends. But instead, Simon broke the rules just like you did. You hand goes to his back again, holding him close again and it is making you feel alive again.
He continues to press his lips against yours, his tongue sliding against yours as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. His fingers run through your hair as if he is running through a field of golden wheat. His hand moves down to your lower back and brings you in tighter, as if he wants nothing more than to hold you closer than heâs ever held anyone.
Just a little longer.
Youâre so close to him, to the point where you donât know where he ends an you begin, but by God are you loving it. No matter how much you enjoy this, how much longer you want to this, you need to breath, a little strand of saliva between the two of them as you pull back.
Fuck.
The taste of your tongue lingers in his mouth, even when he pulls back with a reluctant groan.
His voice is husky, thick with desire. âFriends donât kiss. Remember?â As much as he wants to continue, he knows that it canât. At least not right now. His body yearns for yours, but this isnât the time. He canât risk losing you to a moment of passion. Because youâre more than just his friends.
Youâre everything.
You hate those words, and you hate that he is the one saying them. But even if he is saying them. He is still holding you close, too close for just friends.
âThen be more than my friend.â You whisper.
And that one sentence cuts him like a blade through the heart. He looks at you.. really looks at you. Those words, if he were to say yes, if he were to tell you everything he wants to right now, would you do the same? Would you be more than just his friend? Would you risk everything just to have him?
âAre you saying what I think youâre saying?â He asks quietly. He lets go off you, removing his hands from your body. God, this moment is killing him.
Your body feels empty, cold without his hands on it, and youâre craving his touch, more than youâve ever craved something else in your life.
âYes.â You whisper. âYes I am.â
The weight of your reply hangs in the air, the tension between the two of you almost painful. He wants you. He wants you more than heâs ever wanted anything. He wants to sweep you off of your feet, to have you in his arms in a way heâs never wanted anyone. But more than that. He wants to keep you. âWhat if I lose you?â
This hurts, it crumbles up your heart, but it is a fair question and you need to answer it. âBut what if you donât?â you answer. âWeâve been friends since the beginning. I canât pretend to be friends any longer.â
Your words catch him off guard. You wanted this all this time? And here he was thinking this was just happening. Suddenly, this little moment of passion isnât as little as he thought. âThis whole time you wanted more?â
You hoped it would have slipped past him, but of course it didnât. It was Simon weâre talking about here.
All this motherfucking time. All this motherfucking time of you wanted this. He lets out a soft groan of pain, his chest tight with nerves and emotions. âWhy didnât you say something sooner?â
Because you were terrified of losing him, because you were so used to putting others first it felt natural to forget about her own feelings. âBecause I thought it was a stupid crush at first, we were both young, filled to the brim with hormones.â You admit. âBut now weâre no longer young and filled with hormones, and the feeling stayed..â You voice dies out as you sigh. âIâve seen the way you look at the women you take home from the bar, Iâve seen the way you look at the women you date, and you never looked at me like that. So I kept it hidden.â You let out a deep breath. âI guess.. Bottomline I didnât want to get hurt.â
âI didnât look at you like that because I never saw you like that.â He says, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. âI always saw you as my best friend, my rock. So much more than just friends.â He closes his eyes tightly as he tries to find the words.
âYou were never a stupid crush for me.â He continues. âYouâre everything to me.â
Everything.
âGoddamn.. How am I going to look you in the eye after this?â
Yeah, how do you go from here? Can you even go from here? Youâre not sure.
âWith some love, I hope.â You say, with a sheepish smile.
His heart is in his throat as he takes a deep, calming breath and he opens his eyes again. âWith some love.â He repeats. Then he wraps a hand around your waist and pulls you in close to him again, his lips inches away from you.
âAnd a lot of kisses.â He breaths.
He wants you, he wants to finally stop looking at you as just his best friend. He wants to look at you as his.
âAnd a lot of kisses.â You repeat, before your lips meet his again.
Sweet damn, it feels even better than before. He can feel the world disappear into nothing but two hearts beating in the darkness.
Two bodies pressed together.
Two souls intertwining.
Two people losing themselves in each other.
Two people, now more than friends, more than best friends, more.
He is lost in you.
This moment.
Right here, right now.
Is everything heâs ever wanted.
Everything.
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He's just precious. I definitely need to watch some of his live performances! I love it when artists really get into the music. Yechan is quite fun to watch, he seems to get quite into it. And Wonsang!! I love it when he is making faces while playing bass (generally I'm reacting the same way to his parts ahaha)
People are honestly so tough to deal with sometimes lol. I'd become a recluse if I could ahaha. I was talking about this with my brother once, when I finally have enough money to move out (not anytime soon đ) I NEED to live with someone else. Partly for safety, but also because if I don't I'll become a hermit and never leave ahaha (also because I despise cooking and there is a very real possibility that I'll just starve instead lol). I'm glad you enjoy talking to me, I do too! (Feel free to message me anytime too!)
That's exciting, I hope it goes well!! Are you working towards grades or anything? Or do you just go along with music that you want to learn? Lessons on zoom seems interesting, online classes were hard enough sometimes so music lessons must have been something else. It is literally so hard to find motivation to practice! Like I want to be better, but I don't want to practice ahaha. Although I use to really have to practice because my mum taught me for a while so she'd definitely know if I didn't đ
Oh wow you were so close to them!! I'd probably forget to how to pose as well, although I can't really pose in general without it being awkward lol. That's really cute that he was telling you what he was going to do
i remember my favourite hyunsang song (or maybe favourite song of all time in general) is snowflake and i watched the live of it and there's this one part where he looks back at his band/orchestra behind him and just smiles so widely before he goes up onto the lifted platform to do his guitar solo AND IDK IT MADE ME EMO CAUSE I NEVER SEE THAT BIG SMILE FROM HIM HES SO CUTE (here if u wanna see it btw)
yechan is always so mesmerizing to watch he gets SO into the music and playing you just can't take your eyes off of him!! wonsang always has fun with it and dances, smiles so wide, or focuses really hard when hes doing hard parts on the bass i just love him i could talk about him all day
yeah and its pretty bad i don't have like any interaction irl its all online and im kinda thankful for that because its a lot easier to deal with interactions online than in person its a lot less stressful đđ but i never go outside i swear đđ i feel like i would get so lonely if i was living alone even though i don't tend to think of myself as someone who needs in person social interaction... but i think it would build up and hit hard if i no longer had people around me to talk to even a little every day like my family.... hehe i will its so fun to talk to you ^^
rn i do plan to take another music exam probably grade 6 since that'll be the easiest to do. i need it for a high school credit so we'll see how it goes. i've done grade 3 and grade 5 in the past and got first class honors both times i think but it's still extremely stressful i think i cried both times lmao đđ technically im more grade 8 or 9 piano but i don't want to do a higher level when i don't need to and haven't been playing for a year so we'll see how grade 6 stuff goes.... online lessons for piano were interesting for sure đđ it was harder to do stuff like ear training and having the teacher not like exactly there with you made it harder to progress... i also forgot abt my piano lesson times a lot and would oversleep đ i really lost motivation to practice around the same time i was getting burned out because of school idk... back in 2020 i was so motivated with piano i would practice so much and that's actually why after i finished my grade 5 exam i progressed like 3 levels right after. i remember getting the grade 6-7 books but all the pieces were so easy in them all of sudden just cause of how much i practiced lol. but now i think i'm gonna struggle a bit to pick things back up before it gets easy again. damn having your mom as your teacher must've been hard but also nice in a way i assume?? i remember my mom used to bribe me with stuff to get me to practice, and one time i wanted to quit and she would not let me which was good cause i would've regretted it so hard but at the time i was not happy that i couldn't quit đđ
i remembered a pose for the second pic we took but for the first one my mind was just so blank, party cause i didn't know we were gonna do group photo immediately and also cause sangyeop was RIGHT there talking to ME. like he literally told me to sit i prob would've been fine if he hadn't spoken but like he did so ITS HIS FAULT FR đ i wanted to follow the pose he said he was gonna do and i did for the second pic since he said a heart pose but like damn my brain didn't want to understand what a flower pose was....
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NSFW alphabet | Chris Evans
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Note - This is written just for fun. I don't know Chris or what he likes lol. I also don't own the alphabet format.
Dividers by @whimsicalrogers
Warnings - rpf, smut, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Chris, anal stuff, semi public sex, spanking, sex toys, praise kink.
Word count - 2.5k
A=Aftercare (What theyâre like after sex)
Chris is clingy as fuck after sex. Heâll hold you close to his heart (you being the lil spoon of course) and not let go the entire night. With soft kisses on your face, hair and on any bruises he might have left on you. With some pillow talk about how his love for you can overwhelm him sometimes, that he canât imagine not having you not that he gets to have a taste of you almost every night. Sometimes he likes to listen to you talk about your day, or share a deep secret you hadnât told anyone else.
His clinginess is something you adore. Something which you would usually be fine with, how he just could not keep his hands off of you, but when youâre somewhere tropical and hot it becomes a bit of a problem.
You were visiting him while he was filming for red Sea diving resort, after seeing him in the beard and the longer hair you couldnât help yourself and you just jumped on him. After some hot and sweaty sex, you had moved away from him a little, with your back to him you wiped the sheen off of your forehead with the back of your hand, trying to fan yourself with your own hand, âWhere do you think youâre going?â he had growled. Not wanting even an inch of distance between the two of you. You tried to protest because you needed to cool off but eventually gave in.
B=Body Part (Their favorite body part)
Everyone knows the answer to this. He likes your ass the most. It doesnât matter if itâs a flat ass or a thick one heâll love it the same because itâs a part of you. He likes to smack it, he likes looking at it, he may even like to fuck it. Some stretch marks would just be the cherry on top.
His next favorite would have to be your hips. He loves to see their silhouette through your yoga pants or jeans, or even a dress. After a night of some rough fucking they usually bear his handprints which he loves obviously because itâs almost like he branded you as his own.
C=Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... Iâm a disgusting person)
Itâs always a battle with the two of you when it comes to cumming. Because Chris likes to see your body covered in his seed, particularly your face, ass and breasts, and you like to have him do it inside you, be it your pussy or your mouth.
Which he doesnât mind obviously, he likes the idea of his spend being in your tummy, but he also likes taking pictures of your ass covered with his spunk. You just look so pretty when he comes on your faceđĽş
D=Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Chris has fucked you in more bathrooms than you can remember. Itâs become a thing or almost a ritual now. Whenever he takes you to an event or a party, or just a casual dinner at his family or friends house, youâll end up on your knees in the bathroom with his dick in your mouth, or heâll worship you and eat you out till you literally canât even walk straight.
It started when you accompanied him to an important event, he was extremely anxious. And you felt helpless because you didnât know how to make him feel better. But you did know one thing that always lifts his mood up. So you dragged him to the menâs room and sucked him off. He was much relaxed the rest for the evening thanks to you.
E= Experience (How experienced are they?)
VERY. Heâs extremely experienced. He has a lot of knowledge and puts it to good use on you. Which can be a little daunting if youâre more on the inexperienced side but donât ne afraid. Heâll train you really well, you just have to be a good girl and listen.
F= Favorite Position
His favorite position would be doggy style. Where heâs doing from behind, with you on your hands and knees, or with your head down and ass perched up to him because you never can stay up right when heâs doing you so well. He has full access to your ass, if youâre okay with it he would use his fingers on you, spank your ass. He loves to grab your hips or your ass and your breasts.
Heâs also a huge fan of missionary. Because he canât see your pretty face, or look into your eyes from behind. Most days he wants intimacy and to show you how much he loves you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Depends on his mood. Sometimes heâs a bit goofy, like talking in a comically exaggerated Boston accent when you told him you liked the sound of his voice and how his accent becomes more prominent when he is horny.
But most of the times, heâs in control. He has to maintain some composure so you wouldnât question whoâs really in charge or think that you could get away with anything. Because you know how to make him laugh, and if he letâs you do that he couldnât keep a straight face while punishing you.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Chris has dark Brown pubic hair, like that of his beard and the hair on his head.
Does anyone remember that term âmanscaping'? Where dudes trim their pubic hair to make their dicks look bigger. Chris definitely does that. Although he doesnât need to because like if he got any bigger he might split you in two.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
Doesnât matter if youâre making love, or fucking hard it will always be intimate and loving with Chris in one way or another.
If you feel needy, and like you want him to show you how much he loves you, you just have to sit on his lap, bat your lashes at him, show him your puppy eyes, and hump his leg a little. Heâd get the sign and take you to bed, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you, drawing it out for the both of you, his fingers laced with yours, pinned above your head. Heâd feast on your breasts and nipples the whole time just so you could feel his love and need for days.
If youâre feeling particularly frisky, or in a mood to piss him off just so he could be rough with you without you having to ask, you can just give him attitude or roll your eyes a lot. Heâll spank your ass raw, or edge you for hours, or make you climax till it literally hurts, depends on his mood really, to teach you some manners. But since you like the punishment you never learn.
Even while heâs got you over his knee, you not wearing anything but the diamond necklace he gave you, your cheeks wet from crying for the past fifteen minutes, your ass on fire but you still had to take more from him. He tsked, reprimanding you for ruining his expensive dress pants with your slick, playing with your intimate lips, heâd say while stroking your head, âItâs okay, baby, daddy still loves you. Even when you get on my nerves.â
Even while fucking you like he hated you, he made you felt loved and as if you were the most precious person in the world.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
When you started dating, Chris would often masturbate to the thought of you. But when you started sleeping together he never felt the need to, and you asked him not to do it anymore because you didnât want him wasting his cummies.
Which mightâve been a huge mistake in hindsight because you revealed a weakness of yours. Now when he REALLY wants to punish you, heâd just tie you up jerk off his cock right before your eyes, âSee this, sweetheart? I could be fucking your sweet pussy right now, and making you feel good too, but you had go and be a bad girl.â Heâd come all over your face or breasts, and would of course make you come too if he feels youâve learned your lesson.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Chris has a huge daddy kink. He doesnât just like the title, he likes everything that comes along with it.
He likes that he has to take care of you, in and outside if the bedroom, being a daddy is a 24/7 job, he has to be considerate to you and grateful for all the trust and love you give him.
He also really likes pinning you down. Whether it be during play wrestling or during sex, it makes him feel strong, and it drives you crazy, absolutely feral for him.
L=Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Yeah youâve had your share of sneaking off to do it during events but his favorite place to do it would be in the privacy of his own home, preferably his bed so that your dog wonât walk in on you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
If you simply say, âScrew me.â That would probably be more than enough to turn him on and fulfil your request.
But what grinds his gears is seeing you in tight clothing, or the kind of clothes that would show off your assets. If youâre a good mom to dodger, if you show an interest in the things he likes or do anything that would make his heart flutter and make him fall more in love with you.
N= NO (Something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
He would never have proper public sex because that would probably interfere with his public image and work. Other than that heâs pretty open to most things.
He also wouldnât like to invite anyone else to your bedroom or to share you. It is a nice fantasy for him but way too risky.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes both giving and receiving equally. He likes having you on your back where he can see your face while he explores your intimate walls with his tongue, but he also likes to have you ride his face. You were apprehensive to at first, but with some convincing you agreed.
Sixtynine is another one of his favorites. He never actually had to ask for it. You were sitting on his face, holding onto his stomach and screaming when you felt your orgasm approaching, he pushed your head just a little, you got the hint, and started working on his cock, which was painfully hard.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
It would usually depend on what kinda day it is and how youâre both feeling. But most of the time he is usually slow but at the same time rough. Where his thrusts are drawn out but also impactful.
Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Chris loves quickies. Bending you over the kitchen counter, a quick session in the afternoon on the couch when things got a little too heated while cuddling, in his trailor while heâs on a break, in the shower where he can make you dirty before cleaning you up. You made it.
But he wouldnât prefer them over proper sex ever. Usually he likes to take his time with you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)
Heâs game to experiment to a certain extent. Even if heâs skeptical about something heâd keep an open mind and give it a shot for you.
S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Heâs a fit and motivated man so he can last for a long time and go for many rounds. Itâs more likely for you to be tired and tapped out than for him.
If it was a long day on set, and if heâs a little exhausted then he may not be able to go more than once. But will make up for it when he can.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
You both own a variety of butt plugs and vibrators, silky ties, blindfolds, handcuffs that Chris likes to use on you. You even bought a ball gag asking him to put it on you, which was the only time you ever used it because Chris liked to hear your voice and for you to call him daddy or say his name. You couldnât do it with your mouth full.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Chris teases you a lot, but he would be a MASSIVE tease if he was a little more patient. He knows the effect he has on you. How you canât take your eyes off him when he wears a t-shirt thatâs a bit too tight and shows off his arms, how you canât help but grab his butt sometimes and feel him up. When you bite your lip or look away when he catches you staring. If you get caught, be prepared because he will only do it more just to egg you on.
His touches a bit too light, heâd bring you to the edge and leave you just there. But fortunately it wonât last long because usually heâs the one who ends up getting riled up.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Heâs loud alright. And he isnât ashamed of it. He would never try to hide how good you make him feel, or miss an opportunity to call you a good girl and praise your gorgeous body. There will be lots of grunting and groaning and moaning and you revel in every second of it.
X = X-Ray (Let s see whatâs going on in those pants, picture or words)
Heâs pretty big. Much bigger than average. He looked pretty average when he wasnât hard, you let that fool you into thinking you could take him pretty easily, he wasnât that much bigger than anyone else youâd had sex with right?
Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you saw him hard, his dick hard and thick and a blush pink, two thick running on the sides of it.
He assured you that he would make it fit and that you had nothing to be worried about.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Itâs pretty high. Higher than most people at least. You call him your horndog, but like in a nice way, because he always wants it. Even if you spent an entire night screaming his name and being used and stretched in ways that made your pussy as well as your body sore, he would still ask for more the very next morning. Heâd respect you if you say no and back off immediately but heâs up for it whenever you want.
ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If he has things on his mind, and if you fall asleep sooner than usual then heâd be up a while. But most of the times he falls asleep quickly after.
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she's all yours | okuyasu x reader
summary: unlike his partner in crime, Okuyasu lacked experience in the dating field. Once he believes that he may have a chance with his crush, his best friend begins to get in the way.
words: 1.8k
disclaimers/tags: fem pronouns, modern AU (basically just phones being involved), tiny bit of angst, fluff, and cursing.
He was staring again. The poor 16-year-old boy couldn't help but notice every single detail about her: the slight tilt in her walk whenever she went up the stairs, how she would tie her shoes, and the unfortunate glint of light in her eyes whenever she spoke with his best friend.
Y/n L/n was someone extremely special to him (whether she knew it or not). She could read his expressions so clearly, sometimes knowing more about Okuyasu than Okuyasu did himself. The emotions he couldn't quite put his finger on, she always had an answer to. At times, he felt undeserving of the friendship he had with her. After coming to terms with his developing feelings for the girl, of course she began to get closer with his best friend.
He was painfully aware of the difference in treatment he received compared to Josuke. While Josuke could be referenced as Morioh's pretty-boy delinquent, Okuyasu was more like the intimidating ruffian that stood by his side. Obviously, Y/n did not think of Okuyasu in that way, but her perception of him didn't matter if he was considered nothing more than a friend.
"Hey," Josuke called out, concerned for his friend.
"Y-Yeah?" Okuyasu stuttered, trying to regain his thoughts.
"Whatcha lookin' at?"
Okuyasu silently thanked Y/n for standing in a crowd with other students. If she stood any further from the school's front entrance, it would've been easy for Josuke to pinpoint who he was eyeing.
"Nothing, really. Just thought I saw a cute girl."
Josuke shrugged his shoulders, repositioning himself so his back laid more comfortably against the tree. "Well, if you do see one, ask 'em out or somethin'. I wanna see you have your first kiss before we graduate," he chuckled.
"Mhm, yup," Okuyasu responded, eyes now glued to the grass he was sitting on. He was about to spew out a self-deprecating joke but stopped himself once he noticed Y/n approaching the two of them. Immediately, he recognized Josuke's energy shift from disinterest to eagerness.
"Y/n!" Josuke cheerfully said, waving at the girl.
"Hi, you two!" she waved back. Once coming close enough, she sat down along with the boys, her knees lacing together in a criss-cross position. Because of the short distance between her and Okuyasu, the boy could smell the flowery essence emitting off of her body. He wasn't too fond of fragrances, but the one Y/n had was light and sweet-- perfectly suiting her personality.
Before he knew it, Okuyasu was staring again. The only thing that got him to snap back into reality was the cry of laughter Y/n let out after Josuke made a funny remark.
"Did you hear that Okuyasu?" Y/n choked out, leaning back with both hands on her stomach.
"Y-Yeah." Okuyasu fake laughed, really having no clue what the hell was going on.
"God," Y/n sighed as she wiped off the faint tears forming in her eyes. "I wish I could hang out with you guys a bit longer, but I just wanted to drop by and say hi. I gotta help out with some chores tonight."
"It's all good," Josuke smiled. "But only if you promise to call me tonight."
The girl rolled her eyes while getting up from the ground. "We'll have to see about that, Jojo!" She then stuck her tongue out before scurrying off to her house.
Josuke chuckled, slowly placing his chin on the palm of his hand. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?" he said, eyes glued to the girl's figure in the distance.
"Yeah, she sure is."
* * *
Okuyasu could remember the first time he met her as clear as day: his hands were tucked deep into his pockets, feet dragging along the sidewalk while he was on his way to school. Unlike his regular routine, Josuke was unable to walk with him due to an argument breaking out between him and his mother. It seemed like a bummer at the moment, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise.
"Fuck!"
In front of Okuyasu's feet laid a girl. Her uniform was stained with a bright red juice and its can rolled next to her. He didn't recall exactly what happened, but he did feel someone's face hit his chest before hearing a thud.
"I didn't get any on you, did I?" the girl asked with panic.
Okuyasu, hands still in his pockets, shook his head. "Mnn. Don't think you did."
"Okay, thank God. These stains are so hard to get rid of."
That was one of the first things that Okuyasu remembered from Y/n. Her casual way of talking was enough to make any stranger feel like a good friend. Something about this girl piqued his interest.
"Guess it's not your first time, huh?" he hummed.
"You'd think I'd learn my lesson after the third time."
After the small accident, Okuyasu took the girl to the laundromat. Classes would begin in any minute, but neither one of the pair minded skipping it.
"Oi, what're you gonna be wearin' in the meantime? Don'tcha think the teacher's gonna kick your ass for showing up like that?" Okuyasu pointed at the revealing tank top she wore.
"Yeah, definitely. That's why you should totally let me borrow your top," she winked.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself. I don't even have a clue on what your name is."
"L/n." she replied crassly. "It's Y/n L/n."
That was several months ago. Since then, their relationship started to significantly grow. From sending short texts to sharing a few inside jokes, to hanging out every other day after school. In Okuyasu's eyes, it was inevitable for him to fall for a girl like her.
Right before he could spill about his crush to his best friend, Josuke had already introduced himself to her. It crushed Okuyasu to see the girl he loves slowly start to move on from him-- to his own best friend nevertheless.
All of his frustrations were best to be kept to himself. No way could he express his jealousy to Josuke or Y/n. Out of all the girls that fawned over Josuke, why did she have to be one of them?
**Brring**
Okuyasu rolled his body to the other side of his bed. On a nightstand was his phone that rang. The alarm was just loud enough to break through the pessimistic thoughts roaring through his brain.
"Who's this?" he asked, too lazy to check the contact number.
"It's me, Okuyasu! Why, is it that hard to use a second of your time to check the contact name?"
He recognized that voice anywhere. It was her.
"Aw, look. I was in bed, alright?" he smiled, feeling his mood change immediately after speaking with her.
A small giggle echoed from the other end of the phone. "Alright! I wasn't here to nag you all night anyways." The girl then cleared her throat with a cough before soon speaking again. "I was thinking we should hang out tomorrow. For ice cream, maybe. Just us."
Small butterflies began to form in his stomach from hearing the last sentence. "Just us" had never sounded better.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great!" she nearly interrupted. "A-Ah, sorry! I just got excited. It feels like we've been parting ways the past couple of weeks, but I promise tomorrow's gonna make up for it!"
"It's alright," Okuyasu sighed. "See you tomorrow?"
"See you tomorrow!" she repeated.
* * *
Was it just Okuyasu or did she look way cuter today? The makeup she wore differed from the one she usually had on, her accessories managed to compliment her eyes even more, and she even put an effort into customizing her uniform like Josuke and Okuyasu despite expressing her laziness multiple times. She looked like an absolute doll.
"Hmph." She huffed. "You've been doing that a lot lately," she said flatly.
"Doing what?"
"Staring at me like I'm some crazy person."
Okuyasu internally panicked for a few seconds but composed himself. "You just look pretty lately, that's all."
He expected a cheeky comeback in return but was left with a bashful smile from her instead.
"Let's just hurry up and get ice cream..." she said, eyes faced to the ground.
Okuyasu nodded at her suggestion and began to walk, making sure his pace wasn't too fast for Y/n. He'd occasionally give a glance at her direction to know if he was walking at a comfortable speed for her.
Several minutes of walking and a few casual conversations later, the duo made it to the ice cream shop. Y/n ordered a mix of her two favourite flavours while Okuyasu ordered two scoops of mocha almond fudge. Feeling a bit more gentleman-like today, Okuyasu insisted on paying for the both of them.
"Thanks for the ice cream!" the girl said, taking a small lick of the cone. "I feel like the more I hang out with you, the more things I owe you back," she chuckled as the two left the shop.
"Don't sweat it. Hangin' out with you's enough for me." Okuyasu smiled.
"Ah, really?" she blushed. "That's... really sweet of you."
There she did it again. No witty comeback. Just a flustered reply.
"Somethin' up with you? Eat something bad today?" he asked.
"Hm?"
"You're just actin' a bit different, that's all. Not sayin' it's bad though. I kinda like it." Okuyasu continued to walk on the sidewalk but stopped once he realized Y/n was frozen still. "Hey, you comin'?"
Y/n began to slowly jog her way to Okuyasu. When she caught up with him, she paused once more, now looking into the young boy's eyes. "I feel like you don't hear yourself talk sometimes," she said. "I can't tell if you're flirting or you're just naturally this oblivious."
He didn't know how to respond. He was starting to get nervous from how close their faces were. If he wanted to, he could practically count each beauty mark on her face.
"Well?" she said.
"Well..." Okuyasu tried to come up with something but found himself paying more attention to the girl's lips. They looked plush and soft with a slight glossy coat from the ice cream.
Eventually, the girl noticed where he was looking at. Slowly, she closed the already small gap between the two.
"Okuyasu," she breathed out with a gentle tone. "I really like you."
"I-" he stuttered. "Not Josuke?"
"Josuke?" She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and chuckled. "I don't know what you think is going on between us, but it's not that. He's not exactly my type either."
Okuyasu couldn't believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything back, he felt her lips against his right cheek. It was a delicate kiss. Maybe a bit sticky, but it made his heart do several backflips nevertheless.
Once her lips left his skin, she stood awkwardly in front of him. The way she looked up at his eyes with that lovestruck gaze made Okuyasu realize something he didn't before: he wouldn't need to jealous of other guys. It was clear that Y/n L/n was all his.
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the art of eating pussy (5)
summary:Â upon realizing you lack skills in the bedroom when a touron asks you out on a date, you turn to jj, a self-proclaimed sexual deviant, for help.
warnings: smut, yâall.Â
notes: i havenât been in the right headspace to right recently and wanted to give my reads something of quality and substance, not something to rush just for satisfaction. behold, chapter five.
co-authored and co-written with @storiesbymadsâ. SHOW MY WIFE SOME LOVE.
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JJâs hung up.Â
Youâd been spending less time at the Chateau in favor of spending time with Trent since it was the last week that heâd be on the island. His mind was racing, conflicted with the thoughts of your mouth on Trent and his lips on your neck. The night of the party had been the worst moment of the week and his jaw hurt from clenching by the time he ended up crashing out on John Bâs couch. JJ always drank to forget and that night wasnât an exception.Â
He knew it wasnât just about sex with you anymore. It wasnât about the opportunity for him to get off by the hand of someone else. It wasnât about him taking advantage of you. There was nothing complicated about the two of you in the bedroom.Â
But outside of the bedroom, JJâs head was spinning every time you said goodbye or forced him out the door because your parents were home. He didnât have to think when he was with you; JJ knew what you wanted and knew what to expect. He knew that his time alone with you was the product of these lessons but that didnât mean he had to think of this time as anything but passionate. When his tongue wasnât down your throat, he was thinking about the tight feeling in his chest that left him wondering what was going to happen once you told him it was over because he didnât want this to end.
JJ hadnât thought about the lessons ending until he saw you tucked underneath Trentâs arm at the party. This whole situation wasnât friends with benefits and he knew it, which is why it messed with his head so much. Yes, there was the whole âno strings attachedâ ordeal, but this wasnât just one of you calling the other for sex. This was much more complicated. You were one of JJâs best friends but the only difference is youâd seen him naked, intentionally.Â
His thoughts are preoccupied with the idea that once the lessons end, you might still be with Trent despite him no longer being on the island. JJ would have to go back to being just friends and heâd have to pretend that he never saw you naked. Heâd have to pretend he didnât revel in the thought of you trembling beneath him. The other Pogues, to his knowledge, had no idea that the both of you were fooling around and he didnât know if it was something he wanted to disclose. On one hand, he wanted a second opinion on whether or not this was something healthy. On the other hand, he knew what they would say; that JJ didnât care about catching feelings and it was unlikely that he would consider succumbing to being a boyfriend. He knew heâd expressed his disdain for relationships in the past, but now he wasnât so sure.Â
You ended up skipping out on the last two beach sessions in favor of Trent. Pope had decided to stay behind on the sand with JJ while Sarah, Kiara, and John B. enjoyed themselves under the warmth of the sun and the contrasting coolness of the ocean waves. Pope could sense something was amiss when JJ was the first to propose having a relaxing afternoon and hadnât shown up with his surfboard tucked underneath his arm.Â
âSomethingâs up,â Pope stated. âSomethingâs been up for a while and I didnât want to say anything about it until I knew for sure, but somethingâs definitely up.â JJ shook his head.Â
âItâs nothing.â Pope nudged JJ with his shoulder.Â
âCâmon, man. You donât want to surf, your mind is a million miles from where you are, and not to mention, this entire week youâve been moody.â
âIâm not moody,â JJ muttered with a scowl, flicking at a clump of sand near his foot. Popeâs mouth formed a knowing smile. JJ sighed. âOkay, Iâve been moody.âÂ
âWhatâs up? Is it your dad again?âÂ
âNo,â JJ replied softly. âI just think life is bullshit.â
âWe all think life is bullshit.âÂ
âFeelings are bullshit.â Popeâs ears perked with interest.Â
âFeelings?â JJ looked at Pope before looking back at the view in front of him, watching as Kiara had playfully splashed Sarah with ocean water. He wished he could feel that carefree.Â
âThey suck,â he began. âI think itâs stupid that people are allowed to feel something for people and not know if they feel the same.âÂ
âAre you talking about someone?â JJ paused.Â
âNo,â he replied.Â
âOkay...â Pope trailed off. JJ sighed once more.
âWhat Iâm trying to say, is, I wish we werenât cursed with not knowing where the lines are blurred and I wish we could all say how we feel without consequence.âÂ
Pope sensed that JJ was trying to speak metaphorically and project his emotions on a secondary situation. He nodded, trying to follow the blondâs train of thought. He pursed his lips as JJ spoke and wanted to understand what he was saying to the fullest extent, but the boy decided to let JJ talk.Â
âHave you ever thought about getting off this island?â JJ asked after a few moments of silence.Â
âWhat kind of question is that?â Pope asked, laughing. âOf course I do.â
âBut really,â said JJ. âNot just getting off and seeing what itâs like. I mean, like, what youâre gonna be doing in twenty years and the people who are going to be in your life.â
âSometimes,â Pope replied with a casual shrug. âI try to take things one day at a time. I never want to overwhelm myself.â
âLucky you,â JJ muttered. âI see myself off of this stupid fucking island by the time Iâm thirty. I donât want to live in a place where I feel trapped and canât say what I want to fucking say.â
âI want to be able to forget about the Kooks,â Pope chimed in. JJ nodded. âI kinda want to live in San Francisco.â
âIâd probably live in Europe or something,â JJ said. âDonât know where but Iâd want to experience life as far away from North Carolina as possible.â Â
âYou sure youâre okay?â Pope asked. He knew he wasnât.Â
âYeah, man,â JJ replied. âJust got a lot of things on my mind.â
The idea of fooling around with anyone that wasnât you hadnât crossed JJâs mind. Heâd been to Boneyard keggers since the lessons began but the notion of flirting and bringing a girl back to the Chateau was way off his radar. The Pogues didnât take much notice but JJ wondered if they knew something was amiss or if theyâd say something about it if they did. If he was able to realize he hadnât slept with anyone since he began âteachingâ you, then they might have. JJ knew their worlds didnât revolve around him, and the boy was still as goofy and troublesome as ever, but there was a seeded doubt that made him awkward whenever he was around his friends if you happened to be there.Â
It wasnât that his stomach felt queasy or that his heart was racing. Heâd be lying to himself if he admitted that. His head was clear when it came to how he felt about you and he wouldnât hesitate rushing to your house if you called him for another lesson or if you just wanted to kick back with him in your room and jam out to vinyls you pulled out whenever you felt nostalgic. Before, he would never have considered approaching your side of the island but now he didnât feel as small as he did when he didnât have a reason to be there. Your parents were familiar with your friends and didnât mind JJ stopping by, which gave him more of an incentive to visit you when he had had enough of the Chateau and his friendsâ loud personalities.Â
JJ knew his head was clear when it came to how he was feeling. The only part that clouded his judgement was Trent and dealing with the different friendship heâd have with you. He was sure that if the Touron wasnât in the picture, things would be much easier for him. Trentâs dark and slick hair reminded him of greed and filth. His boisterous personality reminded JJ of everything he never wanted to be and he couldnât understand why youâd pay attention to him for longer than a quick glance. The Touron was casually cool, the type of person who wanted to say they were able to rub elbows with the socialites of New York City by posting it on his social media accounts. You, on the other hand, were down to earth and courageous about your future potential. He couldnât fathom why you were so attracted to someone who was your opposite.Â
Your head had been spinning too. Trent was the perfect gentleman and he hadnât given you a reason to not trust him. And yet, every moment you spent with him reminded you that you werenât spending it with JJ. You couldnât understand why youâd been thinking about his shaggy hair when he wakes up or the way his eyes squint when he laughs a little too hard. Trent was giving you his full and undivided attention, and you always felt guilty when you needed to force yourself back into reality because you had been zoning out, daydreaming of being anywhere else.Â
But JJ never seemed to be anything other than friendly with you. You opted to disregard how he acted during the lessons, summing that up to pent up sexual frustration and a genuine interest to help you out after years of teasing you. You werenât completely naive; you knew this was a way for JJ to get himself off, much like it was for you. The only difference between JJ taking advantage of you versus not was the fact that you wanted him to teach you how to make others feel good and how to make yourself feel like a goddess in the bedroom. You werenât exactly sure why there had been a lack of awkwardness between the both of you despite him being your best friend since birth. There was never a question of doubt from JJ when you asked him to help you learn. There was no laughing when you admitted your lack of knowledge. Perhaps thatâs why your initial doubt disappeared the first time he asked you to kiss him.
Trent had apologized for the beach date when heâd gotten startled by strangers parking next to him and promised you heâd make it up to you. He came through on his promise after you got worked up before your dinner date. You arrived at the hotel he was staying at while his father attended an event on the other side of Figure Eight and his hand glided up the side of your dress. Trent wasnât rough nor was he gentle; he was giving you what you thought you wanted but it didnât feel as skilled or as tender as when JJâs fingers were inside of you. With JJ, your orgasm approached as if JJ already knew everything there was to know but Trent took his sweet time making you cum.Â
You always cursed yourself for letting your mind wander innocuously to JJ when Trentâs lips were on your neck or when his fingers were toying with the hem of your clothing. There wasnât much going on between you and Trent, sexually, despite him wanting to take it further. You were lucky enough that Trent verbally expressed his willingness to wait, but you wondered if that wait time had an expiration date. You wanted to make sure if it felt right before you were able to deliver on a promise. You knew that your lessons with the blond would come to an end the moment you two had gone all the way, or until you were ready to experience sex without JJ, and you always moved that thought to the back of your mind to avoid thinking about it.Â
By now, you felt guilty for spending the majority of this week with Trent. Kiara had texted you a few times but understood wanting to spend time with him until he left. As far as you could tell, neither John B. nor Pope cared too much because they were happy their youngest friend was happy with someone. JJ, on the other hand, you couldnât read. You didnât understand why it was so difficult for you to reach out to him first or comprehend him, which you were usually good at. Suddenly, you were overthinking the way he talked to you and if he chose to sit next to you or someone else. You were overthinking his lingering gaze either on your thighs or some girl who walked past him with a weird knot in the pit of your stomach.Â
You kept telling yourself none of that mattered because you had Trent and you were sure you knew how you felt. Trent treated you right, was willing to wait, and never made you feel second best for not being as sexually promiscuous as he was. Yet something was lacking and you couldnât figure out what it was.Â
You tried not to think about it on your way to the Chateau. The screen door slammed shut as you walked into the living room to try and save yourself from the downpour of rain. After Trent had dropped you off when his father had called him during the middle of a movie marathon, you opted to see the Pogues and spend some time with them once you realized how many times you had declined their offer to hang out. You saw JJ already sprawled out on the couch, seemingly all by himself.Â
âJohn Bâs out with Sarah,â he said casually, pushing himself up onto his elbows to give you some room to sit down. You nodded a thank you, crossing your arms over your wet torso in an attempt to warm your shivering body as you sat down. Glancing down at your chest, you silently swore as you noticed your red bra was, in fact, very visible under your white shirt.Â
âNice bra,â he chuckled, trying not to ogle too long. JJ hoped his comment didnât make you feel awkward; he was having a hard time talking to you because he didnât exactly know where he stood with you.Â
âShut up,â you mumbled but you couldnât help the heat that rose to your cheeks.Â
âSoâŚâ JJ trailed off. âHowâve you been? Havenât seen you in a few days.âÂ
âIâve been good,â you nodded.Â
âAnd Trent?â he asked, attempting, and majorly failing, to hide the venom that laced his tongue. You mistook this as annoyance.
âGood,â you said, not wanting to talk about him anymore. JJ cleared his throat, his teeth grinding as he clenched his jaw, as he shifted on the couch so that he was sitting upright and facing you.Â
âYou've been putting my lessons to good use?â he asked. He didnât know why heâd asked. He had no desire to hear about you with another guy.Â
âYou could say that,â you said. Were you really putting them to good use if you werenât enjoying yourself with Trent nearly as much as you had been with JJ? You couldnât tell JJ that Trentâs hands on you just sent your mind spiraling back to him or when Trentâs lips were on yours, it reminded you of that first night you started the whole thing.Â
âOh? Does he make you feel good?â he asked, moving closer to you. âBecause itâs not worth it if youâre not getting something out of it, too.â
âUh, well-â
âDo you want me to make you feel good?â he asked suddenly. He knew he was asking the question more for himself but he was desperate to have you again. He figured it wouldnât hurt to show you how a real man treats his girl.Â
âWhat?â you were taken aback by the forwardness of his question. You watched as his eyes dilated, flicking back and forth from your lips to your chest.Â
âYou know what I mean,â he said. âYou need to be shown what itâs like to be taken care of.â
âBut you already-â
âJust let me do this for you,â he snapped. âPlease.â
âOkay,â you said before turning your body on the couch to face him. You hadnât stopped shivering since entering the Chateau not too long ago and your goosebumps increased as you watched JJ move closer to you. He used his right hand to pry your knees apart, positioning himself between them. Your heart rate picked up as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, the cold air hitting your wet skin when JJ pushed the soaked fabric of your t-shirt up so that it rested just under the hemline of your bra.Â
âUp,â he mumbled against your lips, the vibrations forcing a soft moan out of you as you broke the kiss to lift your arms above your head. You let out a small laugh when your shirt made a sloshing sound against the ground. It stopped as soon as it started, however, because you felt JJ start applying open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones.Â
Feeling his body pressed up against yours stirred up all the daydreams youâd had every time youâd gotten intimate with Trent. Youâd been in this position before with him, but somehow it felt better without the pretense of a lesson. You were under the guise that this wasnât just about teaching you what you liked and what you didnât. Part of you wanted to believe that this was more than a lesson youâd acquire from JJâs depth of knowledge. JJâs kisses trailed lower and lower until his teeth started toying with the waistband of your shorts. The throbbing between your legs was growing steadily and you let out a sigh of relief when he finally dipped his fingers into the waistband and tugged the wet shorts down your legs with effort because of the rain, dropping them on the floor with your shirt.Â
âJJ,â you whimpered as he took his time moving down your body. He slipped his hands under your knees so that he could place them on his shoulders delicately before he laid out on the couch with his face centimeters away from your nearly bare pussy.Â
He let out a soft laugh in disbelief at how incredibly soaked you already were. It was practically coating your thighs at this point and your cunt was aching in anticipation for his touch. All JJ could think about is how you let another man see you from this point of view, which was enough to give rise to JJâs ego. His mission was to make you feel so good that youâd think of him the next time Trent put his hands down your pants; he wanted you to remember this moment and know what it was like to be eaten out by someone who was determined to make you orgasm like a holy grail.Â
JJâs jealousy didnât cause him to act rashly and dominate the situation. He started by pressing fluttering kisses to the side of your knee, his eyes flickering up to see you watching him intently. JJ began by tenderly kissing the inside of your thighs, making comments about how soft you are and how you smelled so sweet. He does all he can to make you squirm underneath his touch, loving that your gaze didnât leave him even if you tried. JJ pressed a kiss to the waistband of your underwear and you whimpered at the thought of him being so close to you in a way that was more intimate than before.Â
He chuckled when he heard you whimper again and moved his mouth to kiss along your clothed entrance. You knew JJâs game all too well and you knew heâd take his time teasing you until you were begging for it. It took a while to come to this conclusion, but you figured out that you enjoyed the slow pace before the big finish. JJ had taught you that when you reached an orgasm, it was less about the other party getting off by getting you off. The point of your orgasm was to make you feel like a queen in the bedroom, not like a used toy to get someone else off.Â
So when JJ used the pad of his index finger to move your underwear aside and toy with your cunt, you didnât bother begging for his mouth. Instead, you closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of his warm hands on you. JJ looked pleased at your reaction and wanted to make this moment last for as long as he could. His finger moved in slow circles before hitting a sensitive nerve that caused your hips to rise, to which JJ laughed and pinned you down in the cushions.Â
JJ pressed two delicate kisses on your entrance. His mouth was being coated in your slick and he licked his lips, closing his eyes to savor the way you tasted. His body inched forward in an attempt to be as close to you as possible before licking a stripe with his tongue pressed flat against you, causing you to let out a deep moan in satisfaction.Â
JJâs tongue worked like magic, as if he already knew all of your weak spots and was discovering the different sounds you could make by his tongue. His hands were gripping your thighs and his eyes would look at his meal before back up at you, and you had taken the liberty to use your hands to tug on his hair when he had hit a pleasure point.Â
âThatâs a good girl,â he whispered against you to himself, proud of how loud and unapologetic you were being. He swore that if the Pogues had walked in the door, heâd stop eating your pussy and show them how pretty you looked underneath him. But he knew they would all be at Kiaraâs until the storm passed.Â
His motions were delicate until he recalled the thought of you and Trent together in bed. His tongue began to dart in and out of you at a faster speed with every increasing thought. Giving Trent a handjob. Trent stripping you out of your bra and underwear. His fingers inside of you. His tongue down your throat. His cock in your mouth. His cock in your - JJâs - pussy. He knew he was irrational and wrong to think that last thought, but in this moment, your pussy was his for the taking and he was going to make your orgasm like your life depended on it.Â
JJâs grip on your thighs became tighter and you felt locked underneath him. Your toes curled and your hips bucked at the pressure and pace at which JJ was eating you out. His head was moving like he was catching every last drop of your wetness before going back for some more. JJ had taken the liberty to lift his head and spit on your entrance before diving back in, his tongue so deep inside of you that you almost considered asking him to use his cock instead.Â
âJJ,â you muttered, tugging on his hair.Â
âJust cum, baby,â he urged. âIâm ready for you.âÂ
You obliged and it didnât take you that long to release. JJ lapped the white pearls that were spilling out of you and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he realized this was the first time he was seeing you, and tasting you, from this angle. JJâs jaw was becoming sore but he paid no attention as your legs spread wider against the couch and your body moved to the rhythm of his tongue.Â
When you were coming down from your high, JJ couldnât have imagined anything hotter than the sight and sound before him, but your fingers reached down to your aching core in oblivion and began toying with your clit as your breathing steadied. JJ watched in awe as your fingers moved in slow, delicate and circular motions, your bottom lip in between your teeth and your eyes shut. His mouth hung open at how totally, completely, and utterly fucked you were in this orgasmic haze and was pulled out of this fantasy when you tugged your hand away and reached for a tissue to clean yourself up.Â
JJ couldn't think of anything to say and neither could you. You settled on watching a movie in silence.Â
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A Favor: Bonus Scene Two (Gwynriel)
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a/n: this picks up right after nesta leaves gwynâs apartment in Part 24. warning for discussions of sex, obviously.
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As soon as the apartment door shuts after Nesta, Gwyn releases a breath and turns to Azriel with a wide gaze. âDo I really have to teach you guitar?â she says.
âOf course not.â He rolls his eyes. It was a throwaway line meant to get Nesta off his back, and even she didnât entirely believe it. He moves toward the kitchen to get a glass of water, still shaken from Nesta storming into Gwynâs bedroom like that. Not that she interrupted much. Gwyn still has a long way to go before she can handle anyone touching her between her legs, Azriel thinks.
He never asked Gwyn what a twenty-seven year old woman was so afraid of sex for when she first suggested her proposal to him. She looked so scared that he would question her that he couldnât bring himself to poke even a little bit. Not that he needs to poke. Heâs not a fucking idiot, and Gwynâs thighs had been trembling in involuntary fear under his hands earlier. Sheâs been hurt.
For her sake, he pretends to remain ignorant and incurious, but right now his grip on the glass in his hand is so tight it might shatter. His face remains cool as he pours himself water.
âWhy didnât you tell her the truth?â Gwyn hops up onto the kitchen counter and swings her freakishly long legs. âAbout what you get out of our deal?â
âI donât expect you to teach me sex for free, obviously,â Gwyn blabbered the day after they got back from the ski lodge. âYou can ask for something from me, too. Even money, if thatâs your thing.â
Prostitution was not Azrielâs thing, though he wouldnât knock it. The truth was that his brain had started turning as soon as Gwyn told him about her idea, and now it couldnât stop. Oddly enough, this opportunity was perfect.
âTell Nesta that Iâm using you as a rebound?â Azriel nearly snorts on his water. âDid you miss the part where she almost cut my dick off and choked me with it?â
Gwyn hums noncommittally. âBeing a distraction from your ex is better for me than it is for you. Itâs insurance that you wonât get any funny ideas.â She narrows her teal eyes at him. âIf you find yourself moving on from Nestaâs hot sister, you better tell me right away. Iâll end this whole thing quickly and cleanly.â
âWhy?â He thought moving on from Elain was the goal, one he was unlikely to achieve.
âYou know.â She crosses her arms in an X over her chest like sheâs warding him off. âYou might catchâfeelings for me.â
This time Azriel really does snort on his water, hard. His laughter turns into coughing when it slips down the wrong pipe, and liquid dribbles onto his shirt. Gwyn just sits there and stares at him in vague disgust.
When heâs done choking, he wipes his mouth with the hem of his tee and gasps, âEven without Elain, you wouldnât need to worry about that. Trust me.â
Gwyn wrinkles her freckled nose in distaste. âI would be offended if I wasnât so relieved.â
Heâs still chuckling when Gwyn says cautiously, âBy the wayâŚâ She chews on the inside of her cheek. âDid you really ghost Elain?â
Azriel is no longer amused.
âWhen you said you broke up with her, I thought you actually broke up with her,â Gwyn continues. âI didnât know you were one of those guys.â
Shame tinged with embarrassment floods Azriel, and he doesnât have the slightest idea why. Why does it matter what Gwyn of all people thinks of him, especially when she doesnât have all the details?
He thought he was making things easier for Elain by leaving without a word. He thought she would let him slip out of her mind after a couple of weeks just like he slipped out of her life, and that it would be better than having to hear him dump his insecurities on her.
He knows now that he was only making things easier for himself. Knows that if he had stayed and talked things out with Elain, she would have convinced him to stay. If he had called her at all in the past two months, he would have gone running back to Velaris like a sailor answering a sirenâs song.
Sheâs always been a sirenâwhich is why he canât regret doing what would have happened eventually anyway. Even without that Vanserra bastard or some other man, Elain could never have been a permanent fixture in Azrielâs life. Little details sprinkled throughout their time together confirm that for him now.
That doesnât mean Elain deserved it, or deserves it now. Azriel knows that.
But all he can think of to say to Gwyn is, âYeah, maybe I am one of those guys.â He puts his glass in the sink. âYou still want me as your teacher?â
Gwyn shrugs, looking away. âItâs not like Iâve got any other choice.â
Azriel would disagree. He says what heâs been thinking since they got back from Cassianâs birthday trip. âWouldnât you rather do this with someone you love and trust?â
âGod no,â Gwyn snorts, providing no further explanation.
Azriel can understand being hesitant to admit sexual inexperience to a crush, but it doesnât stop him from judging Gwynâs new man. If this coworker of hers is so great, wouldnât she be able to trust him unabashedly with her insecurities? Wouldnât he readily accept her for all that she is?
Ugh, heâs been dipping into Nestaâs reading collection too much lately. âAlright, then.â He leans against the counter opposite Gwyn. âLetâs talk about learning. You clammed up in bed back there after ignoring my suggestions and shoving my head between your legs.â
âI clammed up because of my best friend barging into my room and catching us together,â Gwyn defends.
âYour pussy was dry as bread before that,â he retorts. Ooh, now he wants toast.
Gwyn turns a furious shade of red while Azriel starts looking around for bread. He finds it sitting by the toaster. âCan you not say that?â she hisses at him.
âWhat?â He looks up from dropping bread into the toaster.
âYou knowâŚâ She glances around cautiously as if someone might overhear. âPussy.â
âPussy,â he says again, just to be annoying. Gwynâs shoulders turn inward in embarrassment, and he has to hold back a grin. Yeah, sheâs definitely not ready for oral.
He finds a butter knife and some peanut butter. âI told you to start easy and you ignored me. You tried jumping into the deep end without learning how to tread water.â
Gwyn scoffs. âAnd what does âtreading waterâ entail again?â
Azriel shrugs, plucking up his finished toast. âMaking out, heavy petting, freshman-year-of-high-school kind of stuff.â
âIâve done that before,â she mutters indignantly. âMaybe not in my freshman year, but Iâve done it.â
He wonders how long ago that was, or if it was before she wasâhurt.
âBesides,â Gwyn goes on before he can push the matter further, âIâm not budging on kissing. I want to save that for the man I actually like.â
âYou donât like me?â Azriel raises a brow, slathering peanut butter over his toast. âYou definitely donât act the same with me as you do with other men.â Or at least thatâs what he assumes. Up until a short while ago, he never wouldâve been able to imagine timid Gwyn having the guts to ask anyone for sex ed. Thatâs got to make him special, right?
But then Gwyn waves him off and says, âThatâs âcause youâre not a real man. I knew you before puberty.â
Azriel nearly drops his toast. âWow, the nerve of this woman,â he mutters with wide eyes. If she keeps this up, heâs going to start regretting ever going to the same school as her. âThatâs not what you said when you were going on about how attracted you are to me.â
âI said you were attractive, not that I was attracted.â Gwynâs blush is more from irritation than shyness now. âYou do the job, but youâre no Max.â She giggles at saying his name. Actually giggles. âIâll only kiss Max.â
âWhat kind of stupid ass name is Max?â Azriel grumbles through a mouthful of peanut butter.
âItâs short for Maximillian.â
He chokes. âJesus, thatâs even worse.â Heâs doing all this work for some guy named Maximillian. Maybe he should just go home and let Nesta give him the beating he deserves.
Except thinking about Nesta only reminds Azriel of what a coward he is, because he fears facing her again almost as much as he fears facing Elain. âBy the way, could IâŚâ he starts hesitantly.
Gwyn gives him a judgmental sneer. âYou donât want to go back to the cabin, do you?â
He shakes his head.
âYou canât stay here,â she responds, crushing his hopes. âI have plans tonight, but even if I didnât, I wouldnât let you be such a wimp.â She hops off the counter and comes over to him, surprising him by grabbing both of his shoulders. âAzriel,â she says somberly.
He swallows his toast roughly.
âYou have to grow some balls,â she continues. âNot just for your sake, but for the sake of every poor woman in your life. Also, all this drama is personally a turn-off for me, which is detrimental to my sex education.â She wrinkles her nose. âDo better and all that, you know?â
Damn, okay.
Instead of standing there like an idiot, Azriel manages to say, âFine, Iâll go.â He shoves the rest of his toast into his mouth and dusts off his hands, heading for the living room.
âWait, you donât have to leave right nowââ Gwyn follows after him. Azriel is already on the couch, pulling a stray notepad and pen on the coffee table closer to himself.
He clicks the pen. âWhenâs that library guy planning to take you out?â he asks, starting to write.
Gwyn hovers near him, watching the notepad over his shoulder in confusion. âUm, this Saturday. Just a casual coffee shop thing.â
âThen Iâll see you on Friday.â He scribbles down some bullet points and labels the page LESSON PLAN. âUntil then, think about a way to enjoy foreplay without kissing. Here are some suggestions so you can practice.â He tears the lined paper out of the notepad and hands it to Gwyn.
Her eyes skim over the page, brows rising with each point she reads. âIs all this really necessary?â
Azriel remembers how he barely brushed his lips against Gwynâs core before having to pull away and kiss her quivering thigh instead. He canât have sex with an unaroused woman, and he definitely canât do it with a terrified woman. âForeplay is absolutely necessary,â he says, getting up from the couch and stretching to his full height. Where Elain used to only reach his chest, Gwynâs head almost reaches his nose. It amuses him for some reason.
âDo you like movies?â he adds. âIâll take you to the movies on Friday.â Preferably something boring and played out, so the theater will be empty and she wonât be paying attention.
Gwynâs eyes widen. âIs going on dates also part of foreplay?â
âIt can be,â Azriel shrugs. It will be when he does it. He drops a hand onto Gwynâs head and ruffles her hair. âIâd love to stay and help you study, but I have to go and grow some balls.â He mock-frowns at her as he heads for his shoes and keys. âSee you later, Gwyneth.â
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a/n: wait why do i wanna write the movie theater scene now⌠pls help me im just trying to finish this damn fic im getting too old for this
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Could be Worse, Right?
âHey, wake up.â Greg paused for a few moments, trying and failing to identify the unfamiliar voice before considering the command that it was giving him. His head was pounding-- did he really have a headache from the massive house party that his roommate had thrown last night? Usually they kept the music low enough that the neighbors couldnât file noise complaints.  âDude. Seriously. Wake up.â Greg blinked a few times, trying to register why he had fallen asleep in the living room instead of upstairs in his own bedroom. Or why he was wearing a wife-beater and some shorts. Or why his arms looked completely wrong.
Greg could feel his chest start to tighten in panic as he examined the changes that had happened over night. It was almost as if...
âYeah, yeah. We changed bodies, dude. Can we speed this part up already? Iâm meeting up with the guys this afternoon for half-price wings.â
Greg jolted awake, planting his feet onto the floor as he looked over at his own body, staring at him from across the room.  âYou... Caleb, what did you do? Fix this! Change us back!â
Caleb just stared at him.  âYou donât really think I did this on purpose, do you? I swear to God, this was the only passable shirt you had in your entire closet. How many gamer t-shirts does one guy need to have?â
Greg paused, cradling his head in his hands. It was hard to believe any of this was happening, but at the same time he couldnât very well disbelieve what he was seeing with his own eyes. Well, with Calebâs eyes, anyway. The hangover heâd gotten stuck with from Calebâs drinking last night was not helping things.  âOkay, well... if you didnât do this... how are you so calm?â
âFor one thing, Iâve been awake for three hours. Iâve already had time to freak out about this. But, mostly... I pissed off Mandy again last night, so I figured something like this was coming.â Caleb paused, waiting to see Gregâs reaction.  âYou know, my girlfriendâs best friend? The townâs resident Witch bitch?â Caleb let out an exasperated sigh as Greg shook his head.  âOkay, well-- Mandyâs a witch, and anytime Steph goes running to her with a problem, she decides to fix it with magic instead of talking it out like a reasonable person, because Mandy is a fucking psycho. Sometimes I wake up with pencil arms, sometimes I wake up like a ken doll... this time I woke up as you. She probably decided I was being too vain or some shit, I donât know. Anyway, this usually wears off after a week or so. Sorry you got caught up in this shit.â
Greg nodded, trying to listen to what Caleb was saying at the same time as he was exploring the muscles on his new body.  âYeah, I guess thatâs... wait, an entire week? Are you serious?â
Caleb shrugged.  âItâs not like itâs my fault. Iâll try to smooth things over with Mandy, but... again. Sheâs a bitch. No clue why Steph is still friends with her. Look at it this way-- with remote classes, no one will ever know that youâre not in the right body. Could be worse, right?â
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âCaleb. Itâs been three weeks. How much longer is this going to take?â Greg found himself fidgeting with the tails of his shirt, a habit that he had carried over from his previous life. Heâd been rehearsing this speech for almost a day now, and cornering Caleb in a post-gym exhaustion was going to be his best bet at getting a captive audience.
Caleb threw his keys onto the nearby end table before looking at his roommate.  âLook, Iâm working on it. Mandy keeps getting pissy at me because âI am not learning my lessonâ or some shit. I donât know what you want me to do about it.â
âI want you to suck up to her,â Greg said.  âApologize. Tell her sheâs fucking up my life as well as yours. Something!â
âTried that,â he said, shrugging his shoulders.  âBesides, are you really getting the short end of the stick, here? I know youâve been fucking twinks on the down-low in my body.â
âIt- it was just a date!â Greg said, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.  âAnd it was just one time! I made sure to keep it anonymous and everything.â
âYeah, whatever,â Caleb said, kicking off his shoes under the end table. âYou can have as much sex as you want, just donât give my body herpes. Itâs not like Steph and I havenât taken out this dick for a spin.â He smiled as he grabbed at his bulge, giving Greg an exaggerated wink.
âCaleb, what the fuck!â he said, raising an arm in protest.
Caleb just shook his head. Â âLook, Iâve been taking your body to the gym four times a week. Â Have you seen the amount of definition youâve been gaining on your chest and shoulders? Â The way I see it, weâre even. Â Another week or two, Mandy will get bored, sheâll switch us back, and youâll get to enjoy these sick new abs.â
âI mean... Okay, yeah, I appreciate that and all... but youâre just trying to distract me, here. Itâs been three weeks, Caleb! I donât know how much more of this I can take.â
Caleb rolled his eyes.  âAlright, tell you what. If weâre still in each otherâs bodies by next week, Iâll let you fuck me. Does that sound good?â He smiled, seeing Greg wrestle with the moral dilemma in his head.  âIâve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with myself, and I donât know that Iâll ever get another chance. And just look at how good your ass looks in these gym shorts, dude.â Caleb smiled, twisting around to give him a full view of its curves.
âGoddammit, fine,â Greg said, pounding the kitchen counter in anger.  âYouâve got a deal. One more week. But thatâs it, okay?â
âScoutâs honor,â Caleb said, raising his right hand.
In fact, Mandy had deactivated the body swap spell two weeks ago. But until one of them wanted to return to their own bodies, both he and Greg would remain swapped. Caleb certainly wasnât in any sort of rush to return to his own body. Steph had developed a crush on his gay roommate, and this was the easiest way to fulfill her fantasies. Theyâd had more sex these last three weeks than theyâd had in the rest of their five month relationship. It didnât hurt that Gregâs nine inch cock exceeded his own average dick.
As long as Greg believed the spell was still active, as long as Greg still had a reason to want to be in Calebâs body... they would remain swapped. Could be worse, right?
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Nie Huaisang has barely sat down when Jiang Cheng speaks.
âIâm ready to marry,â he says without warning and watches in amusement as Nie Huaisang fumbles with the tea pot.
Jiang Cheng decides not to mention the stain he leaves behind on the table.
âWhat theâuh, I mean, thatâs great, Jiang-xiong,â Nie Huaisang finally manages to get out and then he shifts in his seat. âItâs just thatâyouâre great and all, and good looking of course, and everyone would be flattered, really, but Iâm not?â he finishes weakly and Jiang Cheng hides his amused smile behind his cup of tea.
âIâm not speaking about you,â he eventually tells Nie Huaisang and itâs almost comical how he sags in relief.
âThen why the hell would you tell me this, Jiang-xiong, you nearly gave me a heart attack,â he wines and finally gets around to pouring himself a cup of tea. âWhat brought this on?â
âMy Sect is stable for now and it feels like the right time to settle down,â Jiang Cheng tells him with a shrug. âA good alliance wonât hurt either, and my Elders are getting on my case about a marriage. I figured, why not.â
âAnd thereâs someone you like?â Nie Huaisang wants to know and Jiang Cheng nods.
Thereâs even someone he loves.
âI still donât see why you would tell me about this,â Nie Huaisang says after a moment and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes.
âIâm looking for your approval,â Jiang Cheng says and gives Nie Huaisang enough time to widen his eyes in surprise before he goes on. âI wish to marry Nie Mingjue.â
âOh,â Nie Huaisang whispers and suddenly he seems tense and sad and Jiang Cheng frowns.
This is not the reaction he expected.
âI donât think thatâs a good idea,â Nie Huaisang lowly says and Jiang Cheng puts his cup down harder than he wanted to.
âSo Iâm good enough for you but not your brother? Is this an insult to you or to me? Didnât you say anyone would be flattered? Are you lying to me now, Huaisang?â he demands to know and Nie Huaisang flinches before he hides behind his fan.
Jiang Cheng glares at him, because Nie Huaisang damn well knows how he thinks about that.
âOf course not, thatâs not it,â Nie Huaisang nervously says. âItâs justâda-ge isnât doing so well,â Nie Huaisang finally admits and that at least Jiang Cheng can understand.
Even if a pit of worry opens in his stomach at hearing that.
âWhat do you mean?â he prompts Nie Huaisang when he falls silent again and Nie Huaisangâs fan speeds up.
âHis qi deviationsâitâs getting worse,â Nie Huaisang admits.
Jiang Cheng has seen a few of them over the course of his friendship with Nie Huaisang, mostly because Nie Mingjue didnât seem to think twice about leaving his Sect for days or weeks at a time, always deciding to join Nie Huaisang when he came by on one of his visits to Lotus Pier.
Jiang Cheng just didnât think it was this serious, yet.
âWorse?â
Nie Huaisang nods.
âMore regular and more violent. Even er-geâhe told meâI should prepare, he said,â Nie Huaisang brings out and Jiang Cheng frowns.
If even Lan Xichen no longer has hope that his playing is doing something, then it really must be serious. The guy is a notorious optimist and for him to be pessimistic about itâJiang Cheng doesnât like it.
âYeah, well, I havenât played for him yet,â Jiang Cheng decides on a whim but a plan is forming in his mind.
He will not allow Nie Mingjue to die before he turns thirty. Thereâs no way in hell that will happen.
âJiang-xiong, what do you think to achieve if even er-ge canât help anymore?â Nie Huaisang wants to know but thereâs the tiniest bit of hope in his voice.
âMaybe Lan Xichen goes about this wrong,â Jiang Cheng decides, the plan taking more concrete shape.
It would make sense if Lan Xichenâs playing isnât having the desired effect if what Jiang Cheng thinks is true.
âCan you even play the song?â Nie Huaisang asks and Jiang Cheng grins at him.
âNo, but I know a master who might be willing to teach me.â
Heâs not talking about Lan Xichen, they both know it, and Nie Huaisangâs eyes go wide.
âItâs impossible, Jiang-xiong,â he then says with a shake of his head. âEven if Lan Qiren would be willing to teach you one of their secret songs, are you even good enough to learn it? And why would you think that you have more success than er-ge?â
âYou seem to forget what my Sectâs motto is,â Jiang Cheng tells him and takes another sip from his tea. âAttempting the impossible is literally what I do,â he says and that, at least shuts Nie Huaisang up.
Jiang Cheng guesses itâs mostly because they are sitting in what was a burned out husk just a year ago but is now again a bustling, thriving Sect.
No one imagined Jiang Cheng would be able to rebuild Lotus Pier like this and he proved them all wrong.
Heâs going to prove them wrong about Nie Mingjueâs impending death as well.
~*~*~
âSect Leader Jiang,â Lan Qiren greets him when Jiang Cheng enters the room.
âTeacher Lan Qiren,â he respectfully gives back and Lan Qiren waves him off in the same move he tells him to sit.
Jiang Cheng settles down and waits for Lan Qiren to pour them both some tea before he speaks. He did learn his lesson with Nie Huaisang, as amusing as that was.
âI intend to court Nie Mingjue,â Jiang Cheng says and just like Nie Huaisang, Lan Qiren jerks with his words.
Jiang Cheng would be offended that this is everyoneâs first reaction, but honestly, he thinks itâs more amusing than anything.
âWhy are you telling me this?â Lan Qiren wants to know after a moment and Jiang Cheng gives him a winning smile.
âI need help with the courting gift,â Jiang Cheng tells him and watches as Lan Qirenâs eyebrows go up.
âWhat do you intend to give him that you think Iâm able to help?â
âI need the Song of Clarity,â Jiang Cheng says without beating around the bush and Lan Qiren freezes.
âThatâs a Clan secret,â Lan Qiren reminds him and Jiang Cheng shrugs.
âI know, but Iâm counting on the fact that you care too much to deny me this,â he says. âNie Mingjueâs death would devastate Lan Xichen and you love your nephew too much to want that to happen.â
Lan Qiren regards him in silence for a long moment before he sighs.
âIf you want to marry him, it would devastate you, too. And you already lost so many,â Lan Qiren says and Jiang Cheng is surprised enough by his words that he falls silent.
He doesnât see why Lan Qiren would care about if it hurts him, but itâs nice to know that he does.
âWhich is why I wonât let it happen. But I need to learn to play the song.â
âWhat makes you think that you can achieve what my nephew cannot?â
âNo offense to your nephew, but I think heâs going about this wrong,â Jiang Cheng says with a shrug.
âElaborate,â Lan Qiren says, but his voice doesnât snap like it used to in the classroom when he was outraged and Jiang Cheng counts it as a win.
âLan Xichen is a formidable musician, but outside of a fight heâs too soft. I havenât heard him play for Nie Mingjue but Iâm guessing heâs trying for a gentle, soothing approach. It wonât work.â
âWhy not?â
âHave you known Nie Mingjue to be gentle and soothing?â Jiang Cheng shoots back and Lan Qiren frowns. âEven when he cares about someone heâs gruff about it, an undercurrent of anger always there. Itâs just who he is,â Jiang Cheng says, because he has witnessed it enough times to know it to be true.
Nie Mingjue doesnât care about anyone more than his brother and even with him he canât be gentle and soft. Itâs just not who Nie Mingjue is as a person, and thatâs perfectly alright. But Lan Xichen is trying to appeal to that side of Nie Mingjue, so itâs no wonder heâs not making any progress.
âWhat is your plan, then?â Lan Qiren inquires. âTo sit on him and force him to listen instead of having him meditate?â
âYes,â Jiang Cheng bluntly says, because he guesses thatâs the only way heâll get Nie Mingjue to listen and it would be the most effective. âThe song doesnât have an effect because Nie Mingjue is not gentle and soft, thereâs nothing the song could react with. If you play the song when heâs angry and ready for a fightâit might wield more of a result.â
âYou gave this a lot of thought,â Lan Qiren muses but he hasnât yet snapped at Jiang Cheng and that simply has to be a good sign.
âOf course I did. I didnât just wake up yesterday and decided I would marry Nie Mingjue.â
That happened a few weeks back, but Lan Qiren doesnât need to know about that.
âCan you even play the guqin?â
âI was raised as the heir to one of the five Great Sects. We all had to learn,â he says with a shrug.
âBut can you?â Lan Qiren asks again, clearly not buying Jiang Chengâs bullshit.
âI have a basic understanding of it,â Jiang Cheng finally relents and a cold shiver goes down his back when Lan Qiren smiles at him.
âThe Song of Clarity is one of the more complicated ones,â he warns him but Jiang Cheng has never met a challenge he wouldnât take.
How hard can it be, anyway.
~*~*~
It turns out the Song of Clarity is a fucking bitch to learn and Jiang Cheng hates the song with a passion. Itâs unnecessary stupid and hard and just out to make Jiang Cheng trip up over seemingly innocent looking notes and if he never has to play it again it will be too soon.
But he learned it for a reason and he did not go through all of this pain and hassle to simply never play it again.
âYouâre ready,â Lan Qiren says two weeks into his lessons. âYou can play it for Nie Mingjue.â
âThank you,â Jiang Cheng says, as he bows to Lan Qiren over his guqin.
âDid you send an official courtship letter yet?â Lan Qiren wants to know and he frowns when Jiang Cheng shakes his head.
âNo. I talked to Huaisang, who told me not to marry his brother, because heâs bound to die soon. I doubt Nie Minjgueâs answer will be different at the moment, and Iâm not accepting that. Huaisang did give me his blessing to try though, so thereâs that.â
âI see,â Lan Qiren says and strokes his beard. âIf Mingjue accepts, you send him here, for a talk.â
That makes Jiang Cheng freeze.
âA talk?â
âJin Ling is too young to give Mingjue a fair warning as to what will happen to him if he makes you unhappy, so Iâm going to step in.â
Jiang Cheng is unable to find his voice for the longest of times, because that he didnât expect. He knows Lan Qiren has to like him at least a little bit, otherwise he would have kicked him out the moment Jiang Cheng barged in with his outrageous demand but thisâthis almost speaks of family.
âThank you,â Jiang Cheng chokes out and when Lan Qiren smiles at him this time, itâs a soft thing.
âYouâre very welcome, Wanyin. And now go and court that stubborn man.â
âI will,â Jiang Cheng says and gathers up his guqin. âI damn well will.â
~*~*~
Nie Mingjue is frowning at him when Jiang Cheng refuses to take a seat in the great hall.
âWhy do you have to be so contrary today?â Nie Mingjue presses out and Jiang Cheng can see it, the unnatural anger, caused by the always threatening qi deviation.
He doesnât like it, but he will damn well use it for his own gain here.
âIâm itching for a fight, canât you see?â Jiang Cheng gives back and bares his teeth at Nie Mingjue. âThough I doubt you can take me today. I bet the anger makes you all sloppy,â Jiang Cheng teases him, fully aware of Nie Huaisangâs nervous flutter of his fan in the corner of the room and of Nie Mingjueâs narrowing eyes.
âWhat do you want, Wanyin?â Nie Mingjue snaps and for this Jiang Cheng softens his smile as much as he knows how to.
âI want to marry you,â he says and doesnât let Nie Mingjueâs surprised gasp deter him. âBut not if youâre going to make a widower out of me in the week after our wedding. So youâre going to endure me playing the most boring, difficult fucking song for you, or I will force you to.â
âForce me to,â Nie Mingjue repeats and gets up. âYou think you can force me to listen to it?â
âLook at you,â Jiang Cheng scoffs, though his heart is beating quicker with the threat hanging over him. Nie Mingjue is a formidable warrior after all. âYour hands are already shaking. You canât beat me.â
Jiang Cheng and Nie Mingjue have sparred a lot when he came to visit Lotus Pier and Jiang Cheng did win a few times, but it was too rare for this kind of confidence and Jiang Cheng knows it.
He is counting on the fact that Nie Mingjue really is too far gone already to put up much of a fight.
âFuck you,â Nie Mingjue hisses but he reaches for Baxia.
âYou can, if you win,â Jiang Cheng cheekily gives back. âIf I win, I will sit on you and you will damn well listen to me play.â
~*~*~
The moment Nie Mingjue hits the ground, Jiang Cheng is on him, whipping out the guqin Lan Qiren gave him as he settles down on Nie Mingjueâs back.
Jiang Cheng makes himself heavier than he usually isâusing one of the many talismans Wei Wuxian came up with back in the dayâand Nie Mingjue struggles under him, cursing and yelling, hitting the ground and kicking his legs.
Jiang Cheng will never get a better opportunity than this.
He starts to play the Song of Clarity, his own emotions running high from the fight and from his worry for Nie Mingjue and he thinks it might just be okay like that.
Clearly Nie Mingjue doesnât react to the gentleness with which Lan Xichen plays for him; maybe he needs to have this song played a bit more aggressively as well.
Nie Mingjue doesnât stop his struggling throughout the whole song but Jiang Cheng isnât deterred by that. When he ends it, he looks over his shoulder down at Nie Mingjue who is glaring at him.
âYou need me to play it again?â Jiang Cheng challenges him and Nie Mingjue huffs.
âI hate that fucking song.â
âThe feeling is mutual, but youâre not getting out of this the easy way. So what will it be?â he demands to know and Jiang Cheng startles when Nie Mingjue slaps the ground, apparently in anger before he sags.
âPlay it again,â Nie Mingjue says and Jiang Cheng canât fight the rush of happy satisfaction that runs through him.
So he plays the cursed song again and then one more time for good measure, though for that last one he allows Nie Mingjue to get up and go through forms with Baxia and when he finally, finally vanishes the guqin again, Nie Mingjueâs grip is steady and his eyes are clear.
âHow the hell did you do that?â Nie Mingjue demands to know once heâs done with his form and Jiang Cheng gets up to stretch his legs.
He never really was one for sitting down.
âI played the song, same as everyone else,â he gives back but Nie Mingjue shakes his head.
âYours is different.â
âBecause I donât try to soothe you with it. I donât want to get rid of your anger or your gruffness. I want to get rid of the death that could follow it, so I play for that.â
âIs that why Xichenâs song doesnât work?â
âProbably,â Jiang Cheng says with a shrug and then he startles when Nie Mingjue simply drops Baxia to the ground.
Thereâs a heart stopping moment where Jiang Cheng fears that he overdid it, or that he did something wrong, that Nie Mingjue is experiencing a qi deviation at that very moment, but before he can move and try to help in any way possible Nie Mingjueâs hands are on his face and Jiang Cheng is being pulled into a scorching kiss.
âI donât know what you intend to give me for our wedding, but nothing can compete with this,â Nie Mingjue breathes out when they part and Jiang Cheng darts in to nibble on his lower lip.
âTry me,â he says and claims Nie Mingjueâs lips again, because he can and there is nothing else he wants to be doing at that moment.
Judging by how they just barely make it to Nie Mingjueâs room, the feeling is mutual.
(Jiang Cheng does have a better gift at the wedding; he modified the Yunmeng Jiang Clarity Bell in a way that allows it to resonate with Baxia, to clear away resentment and to replicate the effects of the so despised song without Jiang Cheng ever having to play it again. It turns out Nie Huaisang is the most grateful for that, actually, because he started to hate the song with a passion, too.)
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#bt writes#the untamed#mdzs#mingcheng#jiang cheng#nie mingjue#lan qiren#nie huaisang#fix it#song of clarity#cursing#getting together#courtship#humor#jc is not going to let nmj die of something as trivial as a goddamn qi deviation#just watch him
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Thoughts and Reaction to SIMPLEMAN
A day late but that's what happens when good subs aren't out until the next day, and you're busy that day. This episode is so sweet and wholesome that it was worth it, for sure. I'm still not sure which one is Ella and which one is Etta. They're always addressed together so I just don't know, but I'd like to. ;-; (Note: Looked it up on Wikia, the one in pink with seafoam earrings is Etta, the one in seafoam and pink earrings is Ella) See Nino knows. Nino's concerned about Marinette babysitting three kids already. He lives with one all the time, times that by 4 and WOO that's crazy. Sweet of her to want to ensure her best friend has some time to relax with her boyfriend. Oh. OH those poor Kwami! Especially Fluff and her ears being pulled like a game of tug-of-war! I can see it now, Fluff now traumatized by young kids. So if Alix ever has any in the future, they better grow up knowing about Fluff right away or she's in for a horror show. PV TRAILER AND MUSIC! I'm such a fan of the music and the PV that when my sister told me about it, it made me even more excited for this episode than I already was. And I was very excited already! Manon: So? Aren't you going to answer it? She knows what's up. So Adrien's calling asking Marinette to help sew on a wing? Because nobody else there can do it? I dunno, sounds kind of sus to me, Adrien. Are you sure you're not using that as an excuse just to see your "friend"?
Marinette's biggest problem is thinking so far ahead in her brain that when she goes to speak, she's either way far ahead of herself or gets everything mixed up as it comes out of her mouth. If she just lived in the moment and didn't plan (which being Ladybug that's probably very hard not to do outside the costume), she'd be able to do this and overcome that fear of rejection as well. She seems to have that part fairly taken care though. When Gina said she was in China to learn Kung Fu and met a girl that reminded her of Marinette, instantly thought about Fei. How could it not be her? Rolland gets asked to babysit, immediately is like "Let's do something fun and dangerous!" Tom must have had an interesting childhood with Rolland and Gina. o.o Clearly Rolland doesn't realize who the heroes are based on. Or just completely forgot he met them when Bakerix. xD Adrien's so sweet with Marinette, even if he can't understand a single thing she says. That's adorable. But a really good way to thank her could've been "Would you stay and watch the photoshoot, and then maybe we could go do something fun/get something to eat after?" BOOM. Problems solved. But I have a feeling this may come back later, and maybe that would turn out better. Marinette's grandparents tend to give Hawk Moth/Shadowmoth the most sass and trouble in comparison to other Parisians. XD Rolland is so sweet to these kids, and they are so caring towards him. It's so wholesome! Just think: if that helicopter wasn't crashing behind her, she would've screamed she loved Adrien. So close. Simpleman is the chillest akuma. Being all "Hey kids, even though I'm akumatized, let's go out into the city!" and the kids are like "Yeah, okay. Hey let's get ice cream!"
Him protecting them from all the flying pizza boxes that guy was throwing around everywhere was super sweet too. LB and CN: Things are complicated. So we should find Shadow Moth directly. Let's run around the city screaming for him to come find us so we can fight him! I seriously think if Chat Noir or Ladybug brought up the fact that their identities made things complicated, they would've revealed themselves right then and there. LOL at the old school fighting and them behaving like young children xD "NO!" "I'm NaNa, ClaCla is no longer with NaNa! Paris is really messy! BuggyBug, KittyKity, help us!" Oh this is going to be so hilarious in the English dub with the voice actress who also voices Nathalie. XDDD A bouncy ball is very complicated for Ladybug. That a literal 5 year old can figure out. Wow this villain's power sure did a number on her. xD I find it all the more stressful actually, that Chat Noir and Ladybug can remember what they were doing the whole time they were affected by the akuma. That means if Marinette said she loved him, or they revealed their identities, there would be no going back or being able to make an excuse for it. Can we just talk about how those kids could understand that the reason he wants things to be simple and is upset that the world is so different, is because it scares him and he doesn't think he's capable of learning and changing with the world? A majority of adults these days can't even take two seconds to try to understand someone else's situation(s) before judging and being outright nasty people towards them. Yet these kids were able to do so. And a lot of kids actually are like they are in real life. Some may see this as an episode just for kids to appreciate, but there's a lot in here that's aimed at adults, too. Adults need reminders and these lessons just as much, if not more so than young kids. It's adults that lose their way and needed to be reminded of it, as they have a greater immediate impact on the world. I've seen so many people judge Rolland, make assumptions about him which is almost always the very worst things they could think of. But this episode shows how caring and willing to learn and understand he really is, he was just hiding behind his fear of change and not being able to keep up with it. Some lessons in this episode for the adult viewers are: -You're never too old to learn, get over your fears, try new things, become a better person, and see things through new eyes. -Don't over-complicate or overthink, but don't be lazy and think keeping everything simple will actually in reality be the answer, sometimes it can make things worse! -Kids tend to see the world as things are, not what they think it should be, or believing they're the center of the universe like adults tend to do. -Being wise means knowing that regardless of your field, educational background, age, or lived experiences, you don't know everything, there is always more for you to learn about everything out there. The kids in this show are quite wise, as they know that there is so much they don't know and how they treat learning new things. They also know how adults tend to understand, or act like they understand everything, so we as adults aren't used to it when we don't and react negatively to that because it scares us when we don't know. In that way, this episode was very brilliant! Also that hug at the end, oh you can bet these kids are going to want to go visit Grandpa Rolland, and honestly I'd love to see bits of them here and there, their bonds are adorable and they've changed his life in such a positive way. Also the pure Ladynoir without another hero or Alya or any kind of upsetting situation was honestly such a breath of fresh air! Maybe not the kind of Ladynoir people wanted, but it made me happy. Marinette acknowledged her problem is she's scared of Adrien rejecting her. First step is admitting it! Can't blame her for not being able to do what she wanted, she only just realized the issue after all. It's going to take a little time now to work on it! Is it just me, or
does it seem Adrien's almost trying not to laugh when she was messing up and then asked if he liked fishing? XD Maybe it was the actors tone with the facial expression but it seemed that way! But the way he just watches her run away and does that adorable little chuckle... Oh Adrien, we really need you to start realizing why you keep doing that. "She (Ladybug) reminds me of your grandmother and you know what? You look exactly like her (Ladybug)." Well. Oop. He's onto you! Apparently Rolland isn't blind, as not a single character suspected her from her personality or appearance to be Ladybug so far. Even Adrien only began piecing it together due to circumstances (and his own personal wish that Marinette is LB, you can't convince me otherwise this isn't true). This is going to come back later, possibly Dearest Family? Overall such a good episode with a lot of things in it, if you decide to watch without high expectations or biases. After all the angst lately, it was certainly needed as a nice change of pace.
#ml#miraculous ladybug#miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir#ml spoilers#ml season 4 spoilers#ml spoilers season 4#simpleman#simpleman spoilers#marinette dupain cheng#adrien agreste#ladybug#chat noir#rolland dupain#chris lahiffe#ella cesaire#etta cesaire#manon chamack#toujoursmiraculous' thoughts and reactions#thoughts and reactions
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Hiii there! Hope you donât mind me coming at you for nhie talk but I just associate you with it so much!! I obviously binged my way through season 2 in one sitting and OMG Iâm so satisfied!! My only complaint is that I really wished it was longer bc damn it all went by so quickly and I feel like we could get so much more of each storyline bc they were ALL SO GOOD!!! Iâm really happy with the path they gave each character, itâs so hard for me to even choose a favorite arc. What are your thoughts on the season?
Don't apologize, I love discussing NHIE and I have so many thoughts!! This is gonna be so, so long, I'm sorry in advance, so I'm gonna toss the rest under the cut.
I do wish it was slightly longer, I watched the whole show Thursday and I feel like I tore through it, and yeah I would have totally wanted slightly more with each storyline, but alas that tends to be how I feel about 8-10 episode Netflix shows LOL
Personally, my favourite character arc was Kamala's. As a fellow woman in STEM, the scene where she stands up to her bosses in the lab and puts her name on the paper anyway and submits it was freaking aspirational, and the journey she went on with feeling undervalued for her contributions, especially as a woman of colour was really relatable. (Please let men be less dickish to me when I have to do lab work during the future of my educational career lol)
I also REALLY loved how much Paxton grew this season. Giving him a POV episode and giving him that amazing relationship with his grandfather, just humanized him so, so much. During season 1, I was just totally apathetic to Paxton as a character, since he really lacked a personality (I think this was intentional on the writer's part since he was really depicted as the object of Devi's affections and this perfect hot guy without flaws -- but I didn't make him compelling lol.) My point being, I actually quite like Paxton now, I still have my opinion on Devi and Paxton's relationship, but I'll get to those in a bit.
I also loved Nalini's arc a lot too. I was really worried the reason she wasn't going to move to India would be because she got a love interest in the States, but instead of the show didn't do that at all. I LOVED how she brought a bit of her home to her by having her mother-in-law move in, and I just love how now the Vishwakumar household is an even more multigenerational household!! Also, I just love Nirmala!!
Next, we shall discuss Aneesa, my love!! What a fantastic addition to the cast, I'm so happy to see another Indian teen girl character (my love for Devi is, of course, eternal) but it's cool how Devi and Aneesa both are very similar and very different. I also loved that they made Aneesa Muslim!! My dad's side of my family is Ismaili Muslim, (and therefore it is the religion I used to sort of practice) which is a subset of Indian Muslims, so it was amazing to see an Indian Muslim on screen. Aneesa's relationship with Ben was pretty adorable too, and though I'm team Ben and Devi forever, it was really great to see that episode where Devi had to deal with them dating and be mature about it, I think that showcased some important growth for her.
Devi in genera grew so, so much this season. I think she learned some incredibly important lessons about selfishness and it was good that she had to face all of the consequences for all of her actions. The two-timing decision was bad, but I couldn't even be mad at it, because it fit with Devi's absolute lack of emotional maturity at the beginning of the season, and from that and the consequences of that, I think she's really, really grown.
I loved Fabiola's storyline about forming her own identity as a queer person too, and she and Eve are >>>
Throughout all of this, I've barely touched on Devi's relationships with Paxton or Ben, I've realized.
I love Devi and Paxton as friends, the scene with them rapping to study in episode 3 was adorable, and I just want them to be homies lol. I loved their dynamic as tutor and tutee, but Devi was very right that she can't hold his hand forever (not a huge fan of the narrative framing what she said to him as a wrong, rather than how she said, literally the one thing she said this season where I was like.... wait, but she's right.) The reason I don't think their relationship works is because Devi really struggles to stand up to him. When she's with him, she really had blinders on regarding almost everything else. Like, it took Eleanor, Fab, Ben, and her dad visiting her in a dream to convince her to tell Paxton she wasn't happy being his secret girlfriend (because everyone could see it.) Whereas usually, Devi is perfectly capable of standing up for herself. Because Devi has this idolization of Paxton, there's this inherent imbalance in power in their relationship that just... doesn't work for me, romantically at least.
Also, I think there's something to be said about how when Devi changes for Paxton it's all superficial: it's about popularity and appearances and wanting to be cool, but when she changes for Ben, he pushes her to be more selfless and caring and overall just a better person.
Devi and Ben's scenes this season were all amazing. Either they were FILLED with so much fraught tension or they were just so freaking soft with each other, these idiots have 0 in between. It's very clear that Devi's two-timing hurt Ben so much more than it hurt Paxton (stealing this thought from when Bhargavi @parkersedith and I discussed the show, but ingeniously pointed out that when Paxton expresses hurt it's all about his image how she "made him look stupid" or but for Ben, it's real, deep, visceral hurt. She broke his heart and that's why it took him much longer to forgive her. Their scenes in the finale were so much. Like with the scene in the bathroom where he gives her a pep talk and tells her Paxton doesn't deserve her (and the implication of those words is so clearly that Ben believes he does deserve Devi), the little banter at the dance, and Eleanor being the romcom hero we need and telling Ben Devi wanted to pick him, so despite him being so hurt about not being her first choice (which you can see SO CLEARLY with "Devi, you followed him. At the party, you followed him, and you left me behind") the revelation that he actually was her first choice -- oh boy am I excited for season 3.
If you made it to the end of this ramble, congrats, it was a lot! I still have more thoughts, so message me if you want to discuss the show!!
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Ateez as some of my students:
Hongjoong:
one of the older ones
itâs literally his last year of school
and he is SO DONE
but still super determined and hardworking
annoyed whenever the younger kids are being too loud
always way too hard on himself and never accepting when I tell him he is doing a great job
â⌠yeah, thanks I guess.â *cue his cute giggle*
revising his texts 5 times before he finally submits them
too hard on himself
but the politest and most well behaved young man ever
me: âdonât worry, just send me your finished papers whenever youâre ready. donât stress it!â
hongjoong: â⌠like⌠even on the weekend? arenât those your rest days?â BLESS HIM
me: *dying on the inside because of cuteness* âwell, actually yeah, but I really donât mind.â
hongjoong: âthank you so much! it means a lot!â
Seonghwa:
he is BABY
duuuude, I cannot handle this cuteness
he also participates via online classroom
and he is super young, so very new to all of this
but he is trying his best and works very hard
literally the only kid that uses the chat function and actually reads my messages when I type something into it
he always lets me know when he finished his work via chat because he is afraid he will disturb us :(
whenever he has an assignment to do, for example, writing an email to a friend, he always directs the texts at me
so in the âto âŚ.â handle, he always puts my name (I hope this makes sense lol)
I love this kid
the other time he had to describe an imaginary animal and provide some information about it
the goal was to describe the animal so detailed that I can imagine how it looks as well
and he understood the assignment but he also wanted to help me out and sent me a drawing of his animal
âI just wanted to help you out a little Ms. Teacher.â
my guys, I died once again
Yunho:
an angel with the biggest, most innocent eyes
he is a pretty little boy and so insanely cute
super shy at first but the longer class lasts, the more he talks
he is a very social kid, always finding friends in every person
he even befriended Honjoong, the kid that is much older than him
after distance learning ended, he burst into the class and starred at me for a few minutes
when I asked him if he needed anything he just said
âI just missed seeing you in real life, thatâs all.â And sat down in his chair
I almost cried
is genuinely interested in everything the other students tell the class
we usually take turns after holidays and everyone gets to tell a story
Yunho is always super attentive and listens to everyoneâs story closely
he even asks additional questions because he is SO curious
always stays after class and tells me something that he found great about my lesson
or he just repeats what I said because he wants me to see that he paid attention
âGoodbye Miss teacher! Iâm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow! Have a great rest of the day!â
"You too Yunho, see you soon!â *dies on the inside*
Yeosang:
he LOVES to discuss
constantly asking questions he knows the answers to already
me, the teacher, is never right â but he is⌠all the time
he really is never in the mood to work, I have to beg him to do something
still manages to get great grades â donât ask me how
âbut like⌠why exactly do I need to do this?â
âListen Yeosang, this is on our agenda today. You need to finish it.â
âI get that⌠but why?â
BECAUSE OKAY
literally every sentence coming out of his mouth starts with a âbutâ
always tired â boy is doing so much outside of school
dance practice, he plays an instrument, extra language classes⌠he is insane
no matter how annoying he might be, he spreads positive vibes and always lifts the mood
âMiss teacher? For our last class, can we throw a Christmas party?â
âUhm.. excuse me sir? A Christmas party? This is a school.â
ââŚ. Just bring cookies *eye roll*⌠please? Thank you! *cue overly sweet smile*â
San:
always arrives 20 minutes before class time
constantly gives me a heart attack
I enter class and he starts smiling real big and shouts excitedly âHI MISS TEACHER!â
usually has a whole five course meal in front of him
âI was hungry⌠Iâll be finished as soon as class startsâ â he never is finished in time
trust him to have some sort of story to tell â every SINGLE day
the born entertainer
can talk 90 minutes straight without taking a breather
claims that Iâm his favorite teacher
and always tells me how much he misses me whenever he has a different class
âI like you. You are a nice teacher. And we donât have to work that much in your classes.â
â⌠it wasnât really wise to mention the last partâŚ. But I appreciate the compliment!â
*one kid in the back of the class* âGREAT! NOW SHE IS GOING TO GIVE US MORE WORK!â
San literally freezes, eyes almost bulging out of his eyes â it was in this moment he knew, he fucked up (just kidding, Iâm not THAT mean haha)
overall a lovely baby that talks way too much for his own good
Mingi:
sleepy baby
he comes to class tired af, he leaves class even more tired
this boy never gets enough sleep â ever
and no one knows why
he apparently sleeps 12 hours every night, still he could spend his whole day sleeping
but I feel bad for this kids
has a lot on his plate as well
whenever he feels slightly energetic
he talks to me about everything
favorite topic: KPOP
he almost hugged me when he found out that I listen to KPOP
âYOU LISTEN TO KPOP???? OMG!!!! WHO DO YOU LISTEN TO?! ATEEZ IS SO AMAZING I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!!â
poor baby thought he was the only KPOP stan to exist
but unfortunately our conversations need to be cut short
cause we are here to learn and not to fangirl
wanted to give me all his photocards, because he was too happy about me being a KPOP stan
I obviously declined because no baby, treasure them
a lovely sleepy gal, I adore him
Wooyoung:
he is one of the students in distance learning
so I always need to do a Zoom-Meeting so he can join class
just recently he has found the âvirtual backgroundâ feature
itâs a disaster
one time he was on a bridge, his upper body standing in the middle of it
but last time really was the funniest thing he did so far
I had to try so hard not to laugh
something went wrong when he had to cut out himself, so he would be visible on the greenscreen
suddenly his eyeball and half of his nose were flying in outer space
âMISS TEACHER! I can see aliens up here! They told me to tell you that I have to leave. They want me to teach them how to play soccer. Okay, bye!â
âJung Wooyoung, if you dare leave, we will have a big problem. I will turn of the virtual backgrounds for future meetings. And thatâs my last word.â
âNO MISS TEACHER! IâM SO SORRY! Please donât take my happiness away from me.â
cue the dramatic fall from his chair but standing up seconds later to let everyone in class know he is fine
âSorry aliens. I am busy now, I need to learn something before we can play.â
he knows what I want to hear
Jongho:
very shy
doesnât talk much
he seems a bit insecure because while the others are outgoing and loud, he is more reserved
but sometimes
only sometimes
he actually says something, that has the class in tears
itâs always so unexpected and DRY
you would never expect it
one time the kids where talking about how bad their German grades were (they really struggle) and they were all discussing and coming up with plans on how to tell their parents
Jongho was the only one that stayed quiet until I asked him how he tells his parents that he has a bad grade
and he literally, dry as hell, went âI donât. My mom would literally send me back to Asia so I better stay quiet.â
I DIED
that dude is a fucking comedian
a very determined and hardworking guy too
he loves to learn new things and is also very curious
wouldnât trade this guy for any other student, no matter how annoying he is
#ateez#ateez scenariois#ateez reactions#kpop#imagines#hongjoong#seonghwa#yunho#yeosang#san#wooyoung#mingi#jongho#scenarios#kpop scenarios
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The first 1% is always the hardest
Usually, the hardest part of acquiring a new skill is starting it for the first time.
When youâre at an intermediate level of progression, you can usually just increase your skill level by incrementing up the difficulty linearly. If youâre a novice weightlifter and your best overhead press is 125 lbs, try adding 5 lbs to the bar and see if you can overhead press 130 lbs. (If not, keep lifting 125 lbs every few days until that becomes âeasy,â then challenge yourself with 130 lbs again.) If you can do 10 push-ups, you will probably reach the point where you can do 11 push-ups, and 12 push-ups, and 15 push-ups, and 25 push-ups, and so on. The hardest part of lifting is day 1, when you might be performing certain motions for the first time in your life, and challenging your body to work muscles that you didnât even realize existed.
I imagine the same is true of other fitness regimens: once youâre able to run a 9 minute mile, you probably have what it takes to run a 8:30 mile, or a 8 minute mile, if you keep at it. Eventually youâll hit a plateau and the limits of human performance, but the first day in the gym is always the hardest.
This is sort of how the trajectory of my writing career went. And having talked to artist friends, and musicians, it seems like all of them followed a similar trend: they found a thing, they stuck with it, and over time found themselves advancing along that path bit by bit. It became a hobby or a routine such that over time, by by investing a bit more time, or a bit more effort, or challenging themselves a tiny bit more, they got better at it. And over years, the compounding returns of that meant that the girl who got a drawing tablet at age 14 found that by the time she was 22 years old, she had enough artistic skill to make enough money from her art to make a living.
I think that in a lot of cases, people were able to start down that path of gradual self-improvement in part because they were able to somehow bypass the hardest part of it -- they blazed right through the initial difficulty without even realizing it. They couldnât even really answer the question of âWhen did you start drawing,â because theyâve always been drawing since the days that they were just doodling with pencil in paper at school. Maybe they just really enjoyed playing outdoors as a kid, and played soccer because it was fun, and made the seamless transition to being a high school athlete. In my case, I spent a lot of time writing long-winded forum posts explaining the finer points of topics I was passionate about (which, at age 13, was mostly Pokemon and Final Fantasy), and somehow by my 20â˛s I had enough of a penchant for explaining things that I was able to parley that into a writing career (so I can get paid for my long-winded explanations of Pokemon-related topics).
The early days of learning to write kind of sucked and were difficult. (For starters, remember how unintuitive that QWERTY keyboard was the first time that you learned to type? Remember how painful it was to hunt-and-peck your way through sentences at an effective rate of <10 words per minute?) But my desire to talk about Pokemon on message boards overwhelmed any difficulty or âsuckinessâ involved with learning to express my ideas through text, and so the suckiness of those early days wasnât really much of an obstacle.
More and more, Iâve come to believe that the most important part of learning a new skill is finding a way to get over that initial difficulty hump -- of finding a way to survive the first day, and then the first week, and then the first month, and eventually reach a point where inertia carries you forward on a gradual upward slope of self-improvement where youâre not even consciously thinking too hard about improvement; you just randomly muse to yourself one day, âOh yeah, this barbell Iâm picking up weighs about 100 lbs more than the barbell I was lifting a year ago. Fancy that.â The longer you keep at it, the easier it is to stick with it.
In many corners of the internet, thereâs an oft-repeated adage that âWatching anime wonât teach you to speak or understand Japanese.â And sure, thatâs obviously true on some level. If someone is thinking theyâre going to spend a thousand hours watching subtitled anime, and then one day flip off the subtitles and be able to follow everything without missing a beat, theyâre probably a bit delusional. If you want to actually achieve anything approaching Japanese fluency, youâre probably going to have to take a Japanese learning course, and engaged in spaced repetition to pick up and retain vocabulary, and all of the other stuff that goes into learning any language.
But I think that watching anime does provide you with one big advantage: it goes a long way toward helping you cross that âday 1âł hump. Because the first day is always the hardest. Going from 0 to 1 is harder than increasing your vocabulary by a few new words every week. Before you can get the compounding returns from incrementally improving at a skill, you have to have a starting principle. And I think that watching anime is actually quite good for that, because only knowing âweeaboo Japaneseâ will give you 20-30% of the vocabulary thatâs included in your first couple Japanese lessons.
Iâm speaking from personal experience: itâs incredibly heartening to go through a lesson and encounter words that Iâm already familiar with. Even if my fluency in âweeaboo Japaneseâ only covers 10% of whatâs introduced in a given lesson, having a head start gives me an intangible confidence boost which makes it easier for me to focus on and retain the other 90%.
I donât want to understate the importance of that intangible confidence boost: a lot of language acquisition is getting comfortable with a language, and repeating something so much that you do it without even thinking about it. For example, in English, sometimes sometimes someone might ask you âhowâs it going?â and you might answer âfineâ before your brain has even consciously registered the meaning of what you were hearing, or saying. And Iâm enough of a weeb that I can hear i tenki desu ne and immediately reflexively respond with sou desu ne, before my brain has even consciously registered the question being asked (sometimes taking several seconds to mentally backtrack and realize, âOh right, the âi tenkiâ part means ânice weather.â). But years and years of listening and pattern recognition have taught me that when someone ends a sentence in desu ne? with the sort of inflection that says âIâm asking you a rhetorical question,â the proper response is probably sou desu ne, and my brain produces that response just as reflexively as it spits out âIâm doing fine, how about you?â any time someone asks âHowâs it going?â)
One thing Iâve come to notice is that every lesson begins with some of some amount of review, giving you that spaced repetition, and providing context for the new words and concepts that the lesson is about to introduce, and generally provide a foundation for the new material. Day 1 is, by necessity, the exception -- how can you âreviewâ material that youâve never covered before? But for me, the day 1 lessons on how to say nihongo and arigato and watashi and anata were already âreviewâ of topics that I picked up through years of being a weeb.
Besides that, thereâs the fact that the structural elements of Japanese are something that my brain was naturally able to grok in a way that is intuitive to me after spending years listening to spoken Japanese even though most of it is contextual. (Like, Iâm not sure when this happened, but at a certain point I think my brain just kind of learned, when listening to Japanese sentences, to approximate which parts were the verb and where certain clauses landed in the sentence, if only because when watching anime with subtitles you become consciously aware of when a characterâs name appears in the dialog.) Iâm not really consciously thinking about it, which kind of feels like the ânaturalâ way to learn a language. (After all, itâs not as if native English speakers, as toddlers, consciously think to themselves, âAh, it seems as though English typically follows a subject-verb-object grammar structure.â Kids just listen to adults speaking English and form sentences that way without really having to be formally taught.)
Itâs highly likely that at some point in my internet career that I have at one point been the cynical message board poster telling someone that, contrary to their fantasies, watching anime isnât going to help them learn Japanese in any real or material way, and if Iâve ever suggested that, itâs time for me to eat crow. Because while the advantage that âweeaboo-level Japaneseâ gives you might be small, and only help you on the first few days of Japanese class, those are the most important days, because the first 1% is always the hardest.
My familiarity with âweeaboo-level Japaneseâ has only given me one disadvantage, and that is that years of memes have poisoned my brain to the point where the first I was prompted with âsay âexcuse meâ in Japanese,â my brain (and mouth) immediately spat out âsorrymasen,â and I wish I could say it only happened once, but it wasnât until around day 3 that I managed to fully train this habit out of myself.
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letâs talk about perfuma. imo, sheâs one of the best characters in the show despite being underdeveloped, and i wanna explain why. she couldâve been extremely average, just some lanky flower girl that doesnât believe in violence and loves everyone, but she is so much more than that (and it pisses me off that yâall reduce her to that).
in her introductory episode, perfuma is clearly in denial about the horde almost destroying plumeria. she doesnât want to acknowledge the problem, wants someone else to take care of it for her. sheâs scared of change, and that is because change makes you vulnerable. if things always stay the same, thereâs a whole lot less danger and uncertainty, and therefore youâre safe. secure. perfumaâs kingdom is dying and she canât bear to accept it because it is unknown to her. itâs putting her in a position where she is no longer secure. this fear of vulnerability can also be seen at the beginning of 1x10 when the princess alliance falls apart and she literally says âbeing together makes us vulnerable.â
the thing is, perfuma isnât wrong. look at her choice of words. she says that being together makes them vulnerable, not weak. here, she kind of has the words mixed up, but we see that by s5 she has come to understand the difference. thatâs whatâs so great about perfuma, her motivation to do better, her hunger for self-improvement. itâs why sheâs such an important part of catraâs redemption, actually, because she embodies the kind person catra is or wants to be.
let me explain: perfuma is an angry, impatient, short-tempered character. we are shown this again and again with her passive aggression to others and how easily mermista can annoy her with trivial things (sitting in her seat in the war room, for example). catra is also an angry, impatient character, but perfuma works every day to manage those emotions. she knows she needs them, she uses them as a tool (calling catra out, for example, is a time they were practically pivotal for getting her point across) but she also acknowledges they can hurt the people she loves. we know she does a meditation ritual each morning and we see in 4x02 how quickly she can unravel without it. she wants to be better. she puts the work in. that is such a valuable lesson for a character like catra who has always felt sheâs just not good enough, sheâs always going to be this angry and unlovable and no one can do anything about it.
so, 4x02. itâs a brilliant episode for perfumaâs character, really, and the first proper development weâve had since 1x04. we see her anger, her impatience, but we also see her self-doubt. her belief that sheâs inadequate, âjust a flower girl.â this is also when we get introduced to her little mantra that becomes a bit of a motif later on, âi can do this.â we know perfuma doesnât wholeheartedly believe this, but she says it anyway because she wants to. perfuma wants to be better. she will do whatever she can to be her best self, whether that be actually conquering her gripes with cacti or realising thereâs a loophole with the roots (love that conflict resolution by the way, another good deconstruction of hero bs by spop).
this episode is also significant because it comes back to perfumaâs fear of change, of vulnerability. sheâs thrown into a situation she doesnât want to be in, one she feels miserably unprepared for, and she hasnât done the one thing that puts her at her best beforehand, but she pulls through in the end because she is surrounded by people that support her, that listened to her and consoled her when she was vulnerable. 4x02 teaches perfuma the power of self-worth and the power of true, mutual, unconditional love, which can only come with vulnerability.
and this is where her character gets really interesting, in my humble opinion. ngl, one of the reasons i love perfuma so much is because sheâs a pisces and i am too. iâm not gonna go astrology hoe on you rn, iâm just using this to demonstrate the part of her character that teaches others. pisces, if you donât know, love to play therapist. we like to help the people around us with whatever strifes they may have because we think weâre fucking great at it. perfuma actually is.
you know how i said perfuma learns the importance of self-belief and vulnerability? yeah, she teaches both of those lessons to other characters in s5. like i said, perfuma is a character who values self-betterment and also happens to be a pisces, so when she sees scorpia, riddled with so much self-doubt and such low self-esteem, her immediate response is just iâm gonna teach that bitch how to love herself. and she does!
iâve seen some people say they donât like scorfuma because it seemed as though the writers just decided to âfixâ all of scorpiaâs problems by giving her a girlfriend. thatâs very dumb, first of all because they arenât even together by the end of the show, theyâre just interested in one another. second, the whole point of she-ra is that weâre stronger together. scorpia doesnât go through growth in s5 because a girl likes her, she goes through growth because someone is showing her support and love for the first time in her life and that empowers her. you know, the worth that scorpia finds in herself doesnât hinge on perfuma, like it did with catra. itâs about her as an individual, and perfuma so clearly makes it about that when her big lesson revolves around singing. scorpia loves singing. perfuma tells her she should do it because she enjoys it, a sentiment youâd never hear in the horde, and when scorpia does sing, she is actively rejecting the people who did make all her self-worth hinge on them catra. sheâs doing something for herself, because she enjoys it, because it makes her happy, because she can.
itâs that same mantra: i can do this, i can do this. i really love how this was brought back from 4x02, how perfuma repurposed something that taught her such a valuable lesson for someone else. perfuma and scorpia are great foil characters actually, both constantly underestimated and thought of as weak by their groups, but some of the strongest characters in the show due to their deep value of love and self. i can do this, and i know i can because you believe in me, because i believe in myself. itâs brought back again in 5x10, when the last thing perfuma says before scorpia breaks the beam is âi know you can [pull through]â. she tells catra she believes in scorpia. itâs that belief, that support from other people that empowers the self to believe it too. we are stronger together, you know??
anyways, onto vulnerability. return to the fright zone is in my top ten episodes of the whole fucking show and you might think thatâs a bit weird but i donât. 5x10 encompasses so many important themes of spop so well and tells them with scorfuma and spinnetossa, our two side lesbian couples. this is significant since perfuma literally draws a parallel between her and catra at the end of the episode, and catradora and spinnetossa have always been significant to one another. iâm gonna say it, perfuma is the reason catra is finally able to confess to adora in 5x13. iâve already talked about how important perfuma is to catraâs motivation to improve, but she literally makes catra rethink everything about strength and vulnerability, two words catra has a lot of feelings about.
catra fears vulnerability. we know this. she has such a deep love for those important to her but is never able to articulate it because she worries sheâll be taken advantage of, shot down, laughed at, whatever. all of this stems from the abuse she suffered at shadow weaverâs hands and her attachment issues, and itâs also why catra pretends to hate scorpiaâs very open displays of affection and love: she sees it as weak because she has been taught to, but itâs all she ever really wanted to be.
we also know perfuma used to fear vulnerability. she doesn��t any more. the entirety of the episode leading up to her and catraâs heart-to-heart is her being vulnerable, putting herself in a position where sheâs in danger but believing itâs worth it. and it is. despite what everyone said to her, perfuma is right: it was worth it. she got through to scorpia, even if it was only for a moment. she literally spells it out to us and catra with one of the best lines in the whole show: itâs hard, keeping your heart open. it makes you vulnerable, but it doesnât make you weak, and i have to believe itâs worth it.
back in 1x10, perfuma was right: being together makes you vulnerable. horde prime tries to use peopleâs relationships against them, thatâs literally the plot of save the cat, the point of pitting catra and adora against one another. he sees them as weak, just like shadow weaver deems adoraâs feelings for catra âconfusingâ, just like light hope insisted adora was a danger to her friends as long as she was around them. they were all wrong. yes, theyâre vulnerable. perfuma acknowledges that vulnerability puts you in danger, that itâs difficult to do that, but she knows it doesnât make you weak. weakness vs strength is a big conflict in 5x10 literally introduced to us with netossaâs theories on everyoneâs weaknesses in the first few minutes.
like perfuma says, friendship isnât a weakness. itâs her greatest strength. her belief in love is literally what saves her and adoraâs lives, itâs what saves everyone who got chipped, glimmer, bow. belief in love, both of others and yourself, is what saves adora in her dying moments. perfuma summarises she-raâs entire fucking message to us repeatedly in 5x10 and she tells it to catra because catra is the one who will do the most with it. that glance at adora, itâs obvious what it means. perfuma is telling catra she should be open with adora about her feelings because you have to believe itâs worth it.
you wonât get anywhere waiting for other people to make the move. she-ra couldnât heal plumeriaâs lands, so plumeria had to fight their own battle alongside her no matter how much they felt unable to. the rebellion couldnât move maraâs ship, so perfuma had to despite thinking she wasnât strong enough. the reason they always win in the end is because they have each other, they have love and support and people motivating them to do better. just like perfuma motivates herself to do better.
itâs the mantra. i can do this. i can be vulnerable and still win, because i have love. and itâs hard, itâs so fucking hard to be vulnerable when youâve feared it all your life and youâre so angry, so hurt, but you have to believe itâs worth it. and it is. it is, it is, it is, love is stronger than anything and being vulnerable for the people you love is the only way you can ever get what you want from them. perfuma as a character embodies that, having learnt it herself, and teaches the lesson to one of the characters who needs it the most.
adora is dying, and catra loves her, and she knows she does, and she just has to believe. adora is dying, and she loves catra, and she knows she does, but she doesnât believe. not until catra teaches her too, in that moment, to realise they were all wrong, light hope, shadow weaver, horde prime. adora doesnât need to let go, she needs to hold on and believe she will be pulled back up by the girl she loves. she needs to believe she deserves it. that itâs worth it.
and it is.
#ANYWAYS I FUCKING LOVE PERFUMA THANK U QUEEN FOR BEING THE BEST SIDE CHARACTER#sjdjeksmnf sorry this is long i tried to keep it short#I HAVE SO MUCB TO SAY ABT HER#shut up daisy#spop#perfuma#scorfuma#catra#scorpia#catradora#adora#spop meta
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