#don’t get me wrong Jack was being a dick in this scene too but WHAT

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“anyone can pick up an instrument and play” get the fuck out I’m never reading fanfiction again

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‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend.  You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy? 

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!

Disclaimer: Still the same.

Chapter 17 - 'Rarely Wrong’ | ‘Movie Night'

word count - 12 k

The tension in the room was heavy before Trent even stepped inside Jack’s house, well it was your house too but he knew Jack was home and you were out and that was exactly why he was coming over. Coming over with the hopes of settling things between him and his best friend. Although, Trent didn’t even get the chance to speak before Jack had squared up to him in the foyer of the house, his shoulders taut with rage.

“You’ve got some fucking balls showing up here,” Jack growled, his fists clenched. Trent raised his hands in a peaceful surrender. 

“Jack, mate, come on, I just want to talk—” Trent kept his tone as even and calm as he could. 

“Talk? Nah, lad. Let’s settle this right now.” Jack stepped closer, his chest puffed out. “Or you gonna be a pussy about it? Hide again?” Jack quipped. Trent tried not to laugh, even though the situation was anything but funny. It was just that Jack was not the fighting type, and neither was Trent—although somehow, fights seemed to be following him lately, especially when it came to you.

“I’m not fighting you, bro,” Trent said firmly but with a cheeky smile he couldn’t bite back. Jack scoffed, annoyed by Trent’s smirk seeing it as arrogance not innocence. 

“Why? Too scared?” Jack taunted and then Trent’s jaw tightened, his faint smile completely vanished into tight lips more pissed off that Jack was trying to actually start something here, but he held his ground. He came to stop this, not start something else.

“No, because she won’t want me and you like this. And I don’t want us like this.” Trent emphasized. “Seriously, you think she’d be okay with us throwing punches over her? You know her better than that. She doesn’t want this.” Jack froze for a moment, his expression wavering, but the anger still burned in his eyes. 

“So you’ve talked to her then?” Jack asked albeit snippy but also genuinely curious and mildly concerned. He hadn’t seen you for days. You hadn’t responded to texts and yes, while now a little too late, you had turned off sharing your location with him. He assumed you were with Layla but had also been blocking out the idea you might’ve been with Trent. Although right now seeing Trent again, hearing him talk about you, it was glaringly obvious you had seen him. “What? She hiding out at yours now?” Jack bit.

“Jack! Stop mate. I’m tired of taking your shit over this. It’s bullshit you’re being a dick to me and to Y/N. You’ve called her shit that’s way out of line and me things too but I’m coming to talk to you. Stop judging and just let me fucking talk to you.” Trent yelled, gesturing towards him. Frustration boiling over. 

“Why’d you have to lie, bro! Why did you sneak around with her if you guys are so 'in love?'” Jack quipped in a mocking tone. 

“Because you're acting like this!!! Bro, it’s serious with her. Just let me fucking explain. Jack, just listen to me.” Trent pleaded fluctuating between impatience and desperation.

“Fine, talk bro! But honestly, the more I deep it, the more I’m thinking I can’t let this go, mate. It’s fucked up. Sneaking around with her? You were supposed to be my best friend, and you… you crossed the line.” Jack tone settled mildly and he stepped back a little dropping the idea of a physical altercation. 

“I crossed a line because I love her, not to hurt you. I am your best friend but the things you keep saying about me have me questioning things Jack.” Trent stepped closer, not to fight, but to keep him in range where he could see the sincerity and hurt in his own eyes. 

“Mate, you are my best friend. I’m sorry I said shit that wasn’t 100% true the other night. I was angry. But I’ve also seen you with girls before and I don’t want Y/N treated that way. I’m not having Y/N coming home crying because you decide to ghost her like the rest,” Jack said, his tone sharp. 

“This, Jack! This is why we hid it from you.” Trent yelled. Jack puffed out air running his hands over his face trying to compose himself. His head was spinning, he was so hurt, he couldn’t see straight. But his silence only aggravated Trent. .“Wow… Alright, so that’s what you think of your best mate?… Like what am I to you or who do you think I am if you wouldn’t trust me with Y/N?”  Trent asked harshly, frustratedly. His past wasn’t squeaky clean but he’d never been anything but good to you. He was tired of Jack talking about him like this awful guy. He took a deep breath in an effort to salvage a lifelong friendship. “Jack, I know. I know it’s fucked up, and I tried not to… for years.” His tone was softer but insistent. “I swear to you, mate, this wasn’t part of some big plan. I didn’t go after her. She didn’t come after me. It just… happened.” Trent tried to explain earnestly. 

“That’s not enough of a reason though, Trent.” Jack interjected, his voice cracking. “She’s all I’ve got left, man. I fucking told you this! Our mum’s gone. My dad fucking left us. She’s the only thing holding it all together for me. I got you and I got her and now… you’ve made it so I have neither.” Jack’s words started flaring with temper but they faded into sheer sadness and hurt, tears were building in his eyes. It was childish to claim you like a toy, to place blame, but his emotions made him feel like a little kid again. And so the two boys who’d shared their whole lives together, shared everything including you, now shared hurt, stood facing one another laying it all out in the open finally, raw and vulnerable. 

“Jack…you always have me bro. You and me are so close, you’re like my third brother, mate. But you can’t pretend like you didn’t know there was something there all these years. And I’m sorry there is. But it’s there and it’s what I want and she wants too. Please. I’m coming to you to ask. I will do what you want here. I will, but you have to just please… have a think about this because neither she or I want to be apart... but neither she or I want to have you this angry with us.” Trent said heartbreakingly honestly, his voice trembling with desperation. 

“Us?” Jack snapped quickly hearing Trent lump you two together officially as a pair. Tent sighed before he began his next monologue. 

“I love her, Jack. I’d never hurt her, and I’d do anything to protect her—even if it meant letting her go  but you’ll be breaking my heart and hers if that’s what you want us to do. But if that’s what it takes for you to forgive her, I’ll do it for her. She’s miserable without you, she loves you, and I know she won’t move forward with me unless you’re okay with it.” Trent pleaded. Jack stared at him, his chest heaving with the weight of his emotions. 

“You’re like my brother Trent and that’s why I just…. I can’t. What if I can’t be okay with it?” he asked, his voice quieter but still laced with bitterness and hurt. Jack knew he sounded childish but he just felt so betrayed. 

“Then you’re both stuck. And she deserves better than that. You both do. Y/N needs you bro, so if that means her and I not seeing each other for her to get you back, for me to get you back as a friend… fine but you just gotta know it will destroy me, but I’d do it if it kept you and her all good.” Trent replied, starting to feel his own emotions rise. He felt sick laying out the possibility of giving you up. “But please, mate. She’s not just someone I care about. She’s it for me. I don’t want to lose her, but I also don’t want her losing you. Just… give me a chance to prove this can work.” Jack ran a hand down his face, his body sagging as the anger began to wane. He looked at Trent, his eyes glossy. Trent puffed out some air heavy with nerves as he tried to find the right words. “I understand this is your sister,” Trent began again, his voice steady but full of urgency. “But you’ve been my best friend my entire life. You know me, Jack. When I’ve been in proper relationships, I’ve never once cheated. Never. You can’t fault me for being the guy I am when I’m single.” Jack’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt, so Trent pressed on. “Fine,” he admitted, exhaling sharply, “maybe you’re right. I’ve told girls I loved them when I didn’t mean it. But this is different. I swear, since—” He paused, choosing his words carefully. He was walking a fine line. “I know you’ll hate to hear this, but since the first time I kissed her, I’ve never even looked at another girl. Not once.” Trent leaned forward, his voice lowering, as if confessing something sacred. Then Trent uncontrollably quietly let out a small bashful laugh to himself. “Honestly, even before all this, I’ve never looked at anyone the way I look at her. It’s been slow, Jack, and it’s been hard, but I’ve never been so head over heels in love with someone like I am with Y/N. She’s it for me, man. I know it. And you know it too. You know we click. Everyone has always known.” Jack made an unintentional face of disgust, shifting uncomfortably in his stance. He ran a hand over his face again, clearly grappling with his emotions. Of course, he’d known, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. He wasn’t stupid. He’d seen it in the way Trent watched you, the way he always lit up around you. And you, god, it was the most blatant crush on planet earth but Jack belittled your feelings for his best mate; brushing them off because he couldn’t stomach it ever being mutual. The retrospective thoughts came flying in; how could he have let you run around the back garden in little bikinis with all his friend’s over every summer. Of course, Trent lit up, all the other boy’s did too. He felt stupid. He hated that he’d let it get this far. But he also knew this was not trivial, not anymore. Not some cheeky comment passing by each other in the kitchen late at night, not some childhood crush, no. You were in love with Trent. Trent was in love with you. And who was Jack to deny you of love? He couldn’t but he was your big brother and so if someone did love you, it would at least come with a threat.

“She’s been through so much already, Trent. She can’t handle losing another person in her life.” Jack spoke hesitantly. Trent nodded, listening closer than ever because he hadn’t heard a ‘no’ yet. “If you hurt her…”  Jack picked up his gaze and looked at Trent sternly.

“I won’t,” Trent interjected, his voice firm, almost desperate. Jack stared at him, his expression softening slightly. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. 

“She’s not losing me,” Jack said, his voice quieter now. Trent’s heart rate picked up… this felt like the decisive moment, “and I guess she doesn’t have to lose you either.” The begrudging but earnest acceptance in Jack’s tone was enough to make Trent’s shoulders relax. He nodded, swallowing hard.

“Thank you, mate,” he said earnestly. “I’m really sorry it happened this way, bro. But I promise I won’t let you—or her—down.” Trent tried to reassure him. Jack shook his head, leaning back against the wall. 

“You better not. If you mess this up…” Jack muttered accepting that he was giving Trent a go ahead.

“I won’t,” Trent promised, his voice resolute. “You have my word.” Jack let out a long, shaky breath before nodding slightly again. He felt like they had physically fought, he was drained but as he looked at Trent, the hurt dwindled, and relief started to rise. He was relieved that if there was anyone to look after you, he was glad it was his best friend making that promise. A promise he hoped he could keep. 

“I’m not thrilled about you lot lying to me still…” Jack reiterated just to be clear. 

“Course. And I’m sorry.” Trent jumped eagerly.  

“But for her sake…” His voice broke coming to terms with it all. “For her sake and for my best mate… “ Jack’s eyes flicked to Trent’s with a glimmer of love for him and for you. “Give it go. She’d never forgive me if I stopped you.” Jack smirked. Relief washed over Trent’s face as he stepped forward and pulled Jack into a brotherly hug. 

“Thank you, bro. I probably wouldn’t forgive you either.” Trent teased, probably too soon. A cheeky laugh slipping out. 

“Fuck off.” Jack chuckled, shoving him away with a shake of the head. But then Jack moved to clap him on the back. He still wasn’t sure if he could stomach when the time came and he actually had to see you two together, but deep down, he knew Trent wouldn’t be going anywhere. And maybe, just maybe, that was okay because after all he was his best friend. 

You’d been avoiding Jack like the plague, dodging his calls and texts, unable to face him after everything. You hadn’t even gone home, opting instead to camp out at Layla’s. She didn’t say much about it—she just let you take over her couch, her wine, and her ear whenever you felt like talking. But mostly, you didn’t talk. You stewed, overthinking everything, torn between guilt and longing. And then there was Trent. He hadn’t pushed you, even though he wanted to. He gave you the space you didn’t want but desperately needed, keeping his distance even as it visibly ate at him. He didn’t bombard you with messages or call relentlessly, no matter how much it must have pained him. Instead, he took matters into his own hands. You had no idea that Trent went to talk to Jack. Your phone had been off as you holed up in Layla’s apartment, sinking deeper into your own head. Every scenario ran through your mind. It was starting to feel like you had to pick a side, and the weight of it was unbearable.

After your night with Trent, your heart was even more torn. You didn’t want to let him go. You couldn’t. But you didn’t know how to face Jack, either. You were paralyzed by the thought of it. If you saw Jack first, maybe the guilt would crush you, forcing you to give Trent up. The idea was excruciating. So you stayed at Layla’s, hiding from the world, hoping somehow it would all resolve itself before you had to make a choice. Little did you know, Trent had already decided that he wasn’t going to let you choose. Not between them, at least. He’d gone to Jack, laying it all out, begging for the chance to prove himself worthy of you. 

You were standing in Layla’s kitchen while she was still  at work when Jack appeared in the doorway, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, his posture uneasy. His expression was hard to read—equal parts guilt, anger, and regret. You pretended not to notice him, focusing instead on your cup of tea. It had been days since you’d spoken, days you spent avoiding him. The silence between you had grown so heavy it felt impossible to break. 

“Are you okay?” he finally asked, his voice tentative but louder than you’d expected. “I figured you must be here but Y/N, god, I was worried. A text would’ve been nice.” He quipped but with some normalcy in his voice that confused you. You stiffened, still not meeting his gaze. 

“Why would you care about a slut?” you spat, the bitterness in your voice catching you both off guard. He had calmed after speaking with Trent but now it felt like the wound reopened. 

“I don’t think you’re a slut,” Jack replied quickly, and surely, his tone sharp but layered with an unmistakable note of regret. 

“Wow, thanks,” you said, glancing at him with narrowed eyes before turning away again.

“Nah, come on. We need to talk. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean those things, and you know it,” he said, stepping into the kitchen. His voice was firm, but his shoulders sagged under the weight of the conversation.

“Didn’t mean it?” you snapped, spinning to face him fully. “You said I was slutting myself out. That Trent didn’t love me. You said it, Jack. And you meant it.” You bit back frustrated and hurt.  Jack winced, the pain in your voice cutting deep. He let out a shaky breath and rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I was angry. I shouldn’t have responded that way and I shouldn’t have called you those things, alright?” He replied. You stared at him, your chest tight, your throat burning with unshed tears. 

“But you did and it hurt Jack. You think I’ve ruined everything, that I’ve ruined you and me, and him and you…all because I… because I love him?” Your voice cracked, and you cursed yourself for showing just how much his words had hurt. But then you caught your breath trying to refocus and get your thoughts out. “But you’re also the one ruining things because you’re being petty about this. What about him and I? Have you even thought about us” You whimpered. Emotions crashing back over you. You’d been asking that same question to yourself for days. What about you and Trent? “I know we shouldn’t have hidden it but you’re the one who is driving me away from you. And now my heart hurts so bad Jack because you’ve driven me away from him. I love you but I also love him. I need you both but you can’t say I’m the one ruining everything.” Jack’s frown deepened, his lips pressing into a thin line. He moved closer, closing the space between you. Jack’s heart ached. He never wanted to hurt you, he’d spent his whole life trying to protect you from hurt and now to hear you say that he was the one causing it was horrible. He needed to let go of his pride. 

“It’s not about ruining anything Y/N. It’s just—” He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to deal with this. I don’t know how to deal with you and him.”

“Why?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Why is it so hard for you to understand that I didn’t plan this, especially not to hurt you? That I didn’t mean for any of this to happen? It wasn’t about you.” You snapped a little harsher. 

“But it became that way because you lied!.” Jack burst out, throwing his hands in the air. The conversation swung back with a more tense momentum. “He’s my best mate! He’s been around my entire life, and you… you’re you. You’re my sister.” The room swinging further away from sadness and straight into aggression and then back again. “You’re the only thing I’ve got left, With dad off wherever the fuck his latest job is and mum gone… Y/N, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I never want that.”  His voice cracked as his emotions bubbled to the surface. The anger seconds ago dissipating. Jack couldn’t hide behind anger anymore, he was hurt.  “And then it felt like I could possibly lose both of you.” He whimpered. You never saw Jack like this. Rarely did he let emotions out especially vulnerable ones, one’s that made him weak but here he was looking more like a hurt little boy than ever before. Tears pricked your eyes, and you couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“You’re not losing me, Jack. The only reason you’d lose anyone is if you really genuinely are against this,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it feels like you’re trying to force me into making me choose, and I can’t. I won’t.” Jack’s expression softened, the anger fading as he saw the pain etched across your face. 

“I’m not asking you to choose,” he said quietly, his tone almost broken. “I’m just trying to figure out how to deal with this. It’s like… like I knew you liked him but the lies… you’d never lied to me, he’d never lied to me and this hurt.” He continued. You let out a shaky breath, wiping at your tears. 

“Do you think this was easy for me or even for him? Do you think I wanted to fall for him, knowing how much it would hurt us? I’ve spent my whole life putting you first, Jack. And I appreciate what you’ve done for me but the way you talked to me the other day was unfair because I’m not ‘slutting myself out’ for Trent, I’m in love with him. This… this thing with him just happened. But it was meant to happen for ages. I’m sorry I lied, that we lied… but I won’t apologize for loving him.” Jack flinched at your confession but didn’t look away. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the words hanging in the air between you.

“I’m scared,” he finally admitted, his voice raw. “I’m scared he’ll hurt you. I’m scared you’ll end up heartbroken, and I won’t know how to fix it.” He told you earnestly. Tears streamed freely down your face as you stepped closer. 

“Jack, I’m scared too,” you said. “But I think he loves me and I love him. And I need you to trust that, even if it’s hard.” Jack studied you, his jaw tightening as he fought against his own emotions. Finally, he let out a long sigh, nodding slowly.  For the first time in days, the tension between you eased, leaving room for something fragile but hopeful to take its place. 

“He does love you.” He confirmed. “But you’ve known that,” Jack admitted with a regretful huff, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his confession.

“Yeah?” you asked, your tone more sincere than anything else. “Why do you say that?” you asked, there was a tinge of tease but not yet, it wasn’t the time. Jack groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I don’t really want to talk about it. It makes me a little sick to think about.” He winced, visibly cringing at the idea of imaging you and Trent together.

“Jack…” you pressed, your voice soft but insistent. Jack let out a defeated sigh, shaking his head. 

“Well, he was actually mad at me. Pissed, even, so that’s new. He came to me begging for you.” He looked at you sheepishly, clearly uncomfortable with the topic but determined to still talk. 

“Wait, wait, wait…. You’ve talked to him? He came begging!? And you’re just bringing this up now? You’ve talked to him?” You yelped anxiously, excitedly, inquisitively. “Jack, what the fuck! What did he say!?” You pleaded for information.

“Yes, I spoke with him and yes, he loves you.” Jack disgruntledly got out while you internally screamed. “But can we just get through my apology piece?” He asked calmly so you nodded, gesturing with your hand for him to keep going. “Because I’m sorry Y/N. I really am. You are none of the things I said. Not one of them. And Trenty doesn’t actually treat girls the way I was saying, you know. And I know he’s never treated you the way I said.” You blinked, his words and the switch catching you off guard. 

“I mean… he never treated me that way and I knew that,” you admitted, the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m not stupid, Jack. Before me, you guys weren’t exactly a friend group of saints.” You pulled out a chair at Layla’s kitchen table and patted the surface of it, trying to keep the mood light. Jack followed your lead, sitting down with you a slight laugh escaping.

“I resent that,” he said, a playful smirk softening his features. The tension between you seemed to ease, the conversation shifting to something more bearable.

“You have to talk to him though because he wants what you want,” Jack said after a moment, his tone growing serious again. “And I’d rather not lose my best friend… and you, obviously. Me and him are fine… shitty but fine. I get it, you’re very lovable.” He cooed gently as you leaned your head onto his shoulder. “So now it’s on you two to hash whatever it is out and if you want to give it a go…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely with his hands, his discomfort with the situation palpable. “It’s disgusting, and I’ll hate it, but if you… you know.” You couldn’t help but smile at his awkward attempt at giving his blessing.

“I don’t need your approval,” you teased, though the look in your eyes betrayed how much it meant to you. “But it’s helpful. I’ll see if he’ll talk to me again.” Jack rolled his eyes, but there was a faint smile on his face. 

“He will. As much as I wish he was stupid enough not too, he’s not.” He kissed the top of your head with a playful aggression and shoved you away from him a little creating some distance teasingly. You smiled appreciating that you had your brother back. The jack that would kiss your head one moment, and shove you the next. “So, if you two get together, I’m gonna have to deal with him even more, aren’t I?” He looked at you with a cheeky smile.

“Probably,” you said with a grin. Jack groaned sarcastically and dramatically, leaning back in his chair. “And you’ll love it too.” You flashed him a big toothy smile.

“Oh that’s great. Just great.” He laughed. You giggled, the sound light and full of relief. For the first time in days, things felt a little less broken between you and your brother. But then the room fell silent and not comfortable. Jack had more to say and you could feel it. You weren’t out of the woods in the way you thought you might’ve been. The pendulum of emotions kept swinging. 

“Y/N… you’re so important to me. I’m sorry I said those things,” Jack began, his voice soft but thick with emotion. He cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. “It was the heat of the moment, and even though it was wrong, I just… I was protecting myself from the hurt. The idea of losing you to someone else—even to Trent—hurt.” You felt a lump rise in your throat, his sincerity cutting through all the tension and hurt that had built between you.

“Jack,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m always yours. You’re all I have. I never meant to hurt you or hide anything. It was just… scary because, you know…” You hesitated, tears welling in your eyes. “I… I’ve always loved him. And I’m sorry it ended up being your best friend, but—” Jack held up a hand, cutting you off gently. 

“I know,” he said with a small, sad smile. “It’s fine. Mum used to always tell me you were my best bet at getting a brother in the family. I guess if you’re with Trent, he’s locked in as my best mate, then…” He let out a soft laugh, the teasing edge in his voice doing little to hide the bittersweetness of his words. You couldn’t help but smile through your tears. 

“Yeah, well, she was rarely wrong.” You cooed imagining your mum urging you to tell Trent you loved him in writing. Jack nodded, his expression softening as he looked at you. 

“She was rarely wrong,” he repeated quietly. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. 

“I’m going to go, okay?” you murmured against his shoulder, your voice gentle. Jack pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing playfully. 

“Yeah, where?” he teased, though you both knew the answer. You rolled your eyes, unable to stop the grin that spread across your face. 

“Where do you think?” You teased him back. 

“Noahs?” he said jokingly, shaking his head with a mock sigh. You shot him an annoyed look. “Too soon? Sorry.” He smiled and you laughed, swiping at your lingering tears as you stood up. “Just tell him what you want. But don’t get too comfortable, yeah? I’m still keeping an eye on him.” He looked at you as he stood up beside you. He had to leave Layla’s afterall too. “Love you so so much.” He wrapped you in another tight embrace before he let go.

“I will. Love you Jacky boy, more than anything.” And as you walked away, the warmth of his acceptance settled deep in your chest. For the first time in what felt like forever, things between you and Jack felt like they might actually be okay, Maybe if Trent wanted this too you could make it all work, maybe this would work.

You drove straight to Trent’s, Jack’s begrudging yet loving approval filling you with a mixture of relief and nervous energy. Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you pulled up outside his house. The plan had been impulsive—Trent needed to know—but as you sat there staring at his door, doubt started to creep in. You almost turned the car around, but instead, you grabbed your phone and clicked his contact.

“T…” you said softly, your voice tinged with hesitation.

“Baby, hey, you alright?” He answered almost immediately. His tone was cautious, unsure, as though he wasn’t sure if this was the call that would end everything. “You called…” He said vaguely. While he got his go ahead from Jack he didn’t know what you’d think. Maybe it all had been too much. Maybe you didn’t think it was worth it. But then your voice cut off the ones in his head. 

“I’m outside. I hope that’s okay,” you admitted, awkwardly glancing at his house.

“Fuck, really?” he yelped, his surprise palpable. You hummed nervously in response, hoping the reaction was a good one. It was, but you had no idea what he was thinking. Trent had no clue Jack had spoken to you, let alone that Jack had finally given his blessing—albeit begrudgingly. Trent didn’t know what Jack had told you or how you felt after your talk with him. For all he knew, this could’ve been you showing up to end things officially.

“Yeah, um… Should I not?” you asked, suddenly worried.

“No! No, don’t leave,” Trent said quickly. His voice was breathless with urgency, almost as if he’d leapt off the couch. Taking a deep breath, you hung up the phone and stepped out of the car. Trent rushed to meet you in the drive of his house.

“C’mere,” Trent murmured, his voice low and steady, as he tugged you gently into his arms. He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that was soft yet insistent, grounding you in a way nothing else could. His touch was familiar, his scent warm and calming, yet your stomach twisted with nerves. When he pulled back slightly, his thumb grazed your cheek as he looked at you, his expression serious. 

“I didn’t hear from you yet. I didn’t want to pressure you, so… I’m sorry for—” You attempted to rattle on, you opened your mouth to keep on, but he leaned in again, unable to resist now that you were back in his proximity, cutting off your words with another kiss, deeper this time. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that spoke volumes, as if he was trying to make you feel every emotion he couldn’t yet put into words. 

“I just didn’t want to bother you or upset you more,” he finally admitted, his forehead resting against yours. His warm breath fanned your face. “I wanted you to take your space, baby. Whatever you needed but….” The affection and thoughtfulness in his voice made your chest ache, and you nodded quickly, biting your lip as tears threatened to spill. But then Trent pulled back entirely, his hands falling to his sides, and something flickered in his expression—fear. Real, raw fear that startled you more than anything.  “Baby,” he started hesitantly, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like he was preparing himself for the worst. “I talked to Jack but I still hadn’t heard from you…” He exhaled shakily, his gaze darting away before landing back on yours. “So… is this…. Is this not what you want to do? Or—or maybe I’m not what you want.”

“No.” The word left you instantly, instinctively. You shook your head, your heart lurching at the vulnerability in his voice. “I want you. Trust me. So, so much.” You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. “But I talked to Jack too.” At that, Trent stilled. His body tensed, and he searched your face like he was bracing himself for a blow. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. “He said he was sorry,” you finally continued, your voice careful and slow, trying to convey what you needed to say. “He doesn’t want to lose you as a friend.” Trent blinked, and for a moment, you could see the relief flood his features. But his shoulders didn’t quite relax, and you realized he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, bracing himself for a blow.

“Can we talk about us?” he asked cautiously, his voice soft but edged with apprehension. “Or… did you come here for him?” Trent’s mind was scrambled. He couldn’t decide where you were at. Was that just a goodbye kiss? 

“No.” You stepped closer, your hands trembling slightly as they slid up to rest on his chest before curling around his neck. You clearly weren’t articulating your thoughts well. So you puffed out some air to reset. “No, I’m here for me. For us.” His hands landed on your waist, but his grip was tentative, unsure. You could see it in his eyes too. “But if—if this is too much for you,” you babbled, the words tumbling out in a rush before you could stop them. “I guess… I guess that’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine. It’s awful. It sucks, and it makes me feel sick, but I’d rather know than be dragged along. If you don’t want this, if you don’t want me, just—”

“Y/N,” Trent interrupted gently, his voice steady but firm. His hands came up to cup your face, holding you in place as his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that silenced your spiraling thoughts. “Stop. Do you love me?” He asked you point blank. You looked back at him petrified by your own answer. You could only nod slowly. “And I love you.” He told you earnestly. Your breath caught in your throat at his words. They felt like a balm, but the sting of doubt still lingered.  

“Are you just saying that?” you whispered, your voice trembling. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you looked at him, scared to believe it, scared to hope. “I know you’ve said it before…”

“No.” Trent’s response was immediate, his tone unwavering, his big, doe-like eyes boring into yours with a sincerity that stole the air from your lungs. “Not to you. It’s different.”

“Different?” you repeated skeptically, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N,” he said again, his voice soft but filled with so much conviction that it made your knees weak. His thumbs stroked your cheeks, brushing away the tears that had started to fall. “I love you. You. It’s different because I’ve only ever wanted it to be you.” The rawness of his confession, the vulnerability in his voice, cracked through every wall you had left. A sob escaped your lips as you leaned into him, your arms tightening around his neck. And this time, when Trent kissed you, it wasn’t rushed or frantic or uncertain. It was steady, sure, and filled with so much love that it made your heart feel like it might burst. In that moment, everything else faded away. There was no Jack, no fear, no doubt—just you and Trent, wrapped up in each other, holding on as tightly as you could.

As you stepped into Trent’s house, it felt different. The air was alive with chatter, laughter, and warmth—a house full of life, full of family. Trent’s entire family were all over for a meal, a complete family. It was familiar yet bittersweet, stirring something deep inside you that made your chest ache. The feeling of your own tattered, rose within you. You hesitated just inside the door, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag, you hadn’t realized his entire family was over, you wiped under your eye hoping your mascara hadn’t run from all the crying outside. 

“Well, c’mon, pretty girl,” Trent teased, his voice soft but encouraging as he reached for your hand. “Look perfect, yeah?” He kissed your temple. His touch was grounding, and you nodded, letting him guide you further inside. 

“Mum, brought you a present!” The moment you crossed the threshold into the living room, Trent’s playful voice rang out. You barely had time to process what he said before Dianne turned around, her face lighting up with pure joy. Her gasp was loud and genuine as her hands flew to her chest.

“Oh, my beautiful girl! Haven’t seen you in ages!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap you in one of her signature cuddles—warm, tight, and overflowing with love. You couldn’t help but laugh, a little nervously but genuinely touched by her reaction. 

“Hi, Di,” you greeted, the nickname rolling off your tongue like you’d never stopped using it. “Missed you too.” And you meant it. You had missed her. Missed them. It hit you then just how much you’d been avoiding—his family, the normalcy of it all. For months, you’d been hiding, sneaking around, building a secret world with Trent that kept the rest of life at arm’s length. But standing here now, surrounded by the warmth of his home and his family, you realized how much you’d longed for this, how much you’d missed it without even knowing. Dianne pulled back just enough to hold you at arm’s length, studying your face with a motherly concern that made your heart squeeze. 

“You look tired, love. Are you eating enough? How’s everything been?” Before you could answer, Trent chuckled, stepping beside you and placing a protective arm around your waist. 

“Mum, let her breathe. She just got here.” He cooed gently.

“Oh, hush, you,” Dianne said, swatting at him playfully before turning her attention back to you. “It’s just so good to see you, darling. Really.” The rest of the room had gone quieter, eyes subtly drifting toward you. Trent’s brothers and cousins were scattered about, their curious gazes darting between you and him. It wasn’t judgmental—more like surprise. His brothers in particular looks lingered a little longer. You’d been an idea for so long, Jack’s little sister, a punchline tease about a crush, and now here you were, hand in hand with Trent, a silent statement you both had yet to put into words.

“Come sit, love,” Dianne insisted, pulling you toward the sofa. “Tell me everything. Where have you been darling? And don’t even think about saying you’ve been too busy for us, because I know someone has been stealing some of your time.” She cooed smugly with a sly smile. Trent let you go with a small nudge of encouragement, his eyes soft as he watched you settle in. The house was bustling, and the atmosphere was undeniably warm, but your heart still raced. This wasn’t just a visit. It was an unveiling, a step into the life you and Trent had been building together, one that no longer hid in the shadows. And as you sat there, laughing nervously at Dianne’s endless questions and catching the amused glances from his brother’s, Trent sat beside you, his knee brushing against yours in quiet reassurance. His hand found yours again, resting between you, a silent but steady reminder. 

When it was time for lunch, the table was buzzing with chatter, a mix of laughter and overlapping conversations as everyone dug into the food on the back garden’s patio. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over everything, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself relax. You were seated between Dianne and Trent, with his brothers and cousins scattered around the table. Across from you, Michael, his dad, had a kind smile on his face as he passed a dish of roasted vegetables. It felt warm, natural, like you belonged here. Dianne leaned closer to you, her voice soft but affectionate as she reached for your hand. 

“Gosh, hun, more and more you look just like your mum,” she said with a wistful smile. The way the sun caught the highlight of your cheek bone reminding her of her friend. You felt your throat tighten slightly at the mention of your mum, but before you could respond, Michael chimed in. 

“She was beautiful, lovely too,” he said warmly and fondly. Your parents were all close, they had to be because of Jack and Trent and since her passing, the subject of your mum was never taboo. You liked to hear about her but it still ached every time. “Your dad’s a good man as well, but we don’t see him as much anymore.” Micheal cooed gently. You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to keep your voice steady. 

“Yeah, we don’t see him much either…” you trailed off, the weight of the words sitting heavy in the air for a moment but you forced a quiet chuckle. “But I have Jack,” you added, trying to lighten the mood, though the words came out softer than you intended. The mention of Jack stung though, a fresh reminder of the recent tension between you two. You’d spoken to him, yes, you got the approval, yes, and you were with Trent now but things still felt fractured, and saying his name aloud made it all feel so much more real.

“And me, baby,” Trent’s voice broke through your thoughts, grounding you as he leaned over to kiss your temple. His lips lingered there for a moment, warm and reassuring. You blinked up at him, a soft smile tugging at your lips despite the emotions swirling inside you. Dianne’s eyes sparkled as she bit her lip, clearly overjoyed to see Trent openly showing you affection.

“We’re always here too, hun,” Dianne said gently, her voice filled with sincerity. “You know that, right? If you ever need anything. And I’m sure you’ve got your girlfriends—Layla and the lot—but you can always come to me if you need to complain about him.” She grinned, pinching at Trent’s side playfully.

“Oi, Mum!” Trent yelped, laughing as he leaned away from her. The exchange made you laugh too, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep, lifting the heaviness that had been following you. It felt good to be here, to be surrounded by a full, loving family.

“I mean it,” Dianne continued, her tone softening again as she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “You’re always a part of our family, sweetheart. Always.” Her words hit you harder than you expected. It wasn’t just something she was saying to be polite—she meant it. You felt it in every gesture, every glance, every word. And as you looked around the table, at Trent’s brothers bickering good-naturedly, at Michael’s quiet but warm presence, and at Trent himself, who was watching you with a small, knowing smile, you realized something. For the first time in days, you didn’t feel alone.

After the plates were cleared and the last of the food put away, you found yourself in the kitchen with Dianne, sleeves rolled up as the two of you tackled the dishes. The conversation flowed easily—lighthearted banter about Trent’s childhood clumsiness, teasing remarks about his brothers and Jack, and a few loving jabs at how much trouble he probably gave you. But then, as you placed the last dish on the drying rack, Dianne turned to you. Her warm, knowing eyes searched your face, and before you could even process what was happening, she wrapped her arms around you. Not a polite hug, but a real one. One that broke through all the walls you’d built up.

“It’ll all be okay,” she whispered softly, her voice filled with maternal certainty. The words pierced through your defenses, as if she could see every ounce of your hurt—the tension in your shoulders, the weight you carried in your chest, the unspoken pain in your eyes. You wanted to believe her. You really did. You managed a small, faux smile, nodding in acknowledgment before mumbling something about needing the bathroom. You slipped away quickly, your steps echoing faintly as you walked down the corridor. The further you got from the kitchen, the tighter your chest felt. When you reached the bathroom, you locked the door behind you, your hands trembling slightly as you gripped the edge of the sink. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, the cracks in your carefully crafted facade starting to show. And then it hit you. The tidal wave of everything you’d been holding back came crashing down all at once—the mess you’d made by sneaking around with Trent, the guilt over the hurt you’d caused Jack, the overwhelming love and validation you finally felt from Trent, the emptiness of missing your parents and the family you once had. It was all too much. Your chest heaved as you choked out a sob, tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle the sounds, but it was no use. The floodgates had opened, and there was no stopping it now. You slid down to the floor, your back pressed against the door as you hugged your knees to your chest. The emotions swirled together, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. You didn’t even know how long you stayed like that, lost in the storm of your feelings before you stood back up attempting to calm yourself down but one look back at yourself in the mirror set you off again.

Trent had been watching you all afternoon, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He noticed the small shifts in your demeanor: how your laugh didn’t quite reach your eyes, how you stared off into the distance when you thought no one was looking, and the faint tremor in your hands as you helped Dianne clear the table. He could feel it in his gut—something wasn’t right. When you excused yourself to the bathroom, he waited. At first, he thought maybe you just needed a moment to yourself, but when you didn’t return after several minutes, unease settled over him like a heavy fog. He got up and followed you, his footsteps hesitant but purposeful. He pushed the door open gently and froze at the sight of you. You were leaning over the sink, your hands gripping the edge so tightly that your knuckles were a shade lighter. Your body shook with silent sobs, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t even notice him come in at first, too lost in your emotions to register his presence.

“Baby,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the stillness of the room.Your head snapped up, and when your tear-streaked eyes met his, the dam broke completely. The sobs you’d been holding back came pouring out, raw and unrestrained. “Baby, hey, what’s wrong?” Trent asked, rushing to your side. His hands found your face, cupping it gently as his thumbs wiped at your tears, though they kept falling faster than he could keep up. “Talk to me.”

“I—I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you were feeling. “It’s just… when your mum hugged me, she really hugged me. And it just—it broke me, T.” Trent’s brows knitted together in concern, his hands still cradling your face. 

“That’s a good thing, though, pretty girl.” he told you, his voice low and careful. You nodded, but a fresh wave of tears spilled down your cheeks. 

“It is. It is, but it made me feel so much all at once. It made me think about my mum and dad and how much I miss them. And then Jack—I’ve hurt him so much, and I just—I feel like I’ve made such a mess of everything.” Your words came out in a torrent, your chest heaving with the effort of getting them out. Trent’s heart broke for you. He hated seeing you like this, so overwhelmed and lost. Without another word, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“Hey, hey, shh,” he murmured, his voice soothing as he stroked your back. “You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, okay? You’ve got me. We decided that, yeah?” You clung to him, your fingers curling into his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping you grounded. 

“I need this to work, T,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest. “I can’t lose all of this. I can’t lose you.” Your panic was an onslaught of imagining your life with anymore loss. Whatever this was with Trent, it needed to work. Trent leaned back slightly, just enough to cup your face again. He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes were full of unwavering determination, his jaw set. 

“You’re not going to lose me,” he said firmly, his voice thick with emotion. “You have me, baby. You’ve always had me, and you always will. We’ll figure it all out, I promise. We’re moving forward. I love you.” Your tears slowed as his words wrapped around your heart like a lifeline. You nodded, sniffing softly. 

“Okay,” you whispered, though the fear still lingered in your chest. “I love you too.” You pouted. Trent pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. 

“You’re allowed to feel everything you’re feeling,” he said gently. “But don’t ever think for a second that you’re alone with it. You’re not. Not as long as I’m here.” You exhaled shakily, your body relaxing slightly against his. 

“I just… I don’t know how to fix everything,” you admitted, your voice small.

“We’ll fix it together,” Trent promised, his hands moving to hold yours. “One step at a time, okay? No rush, no pressure. Just us.” The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache in a different way—one filled with hope instead of despair. You squeezed his hands, grounding yourself in his presence.

“Okay,” you whispered again, this time with a little more strength. Trent smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmured against your lips. “I’ve got you and we’ve got this.” And you believed him.

When you came home, it felt almost surreal. The house was quiet except for the faint sounds of a basketball game playing on the TV in the living room. Your footsteps echoed slightly as you set your bag down by the door, the weight of the day still heavy on your shoulders. You glanced around the space, noticing little things that made it feel unmistakably like home—Jack’s trainers kicked off haphazardly by the door, a half-empty glass of water on the kitchen counter, and his jacket thrown over the back of a chair. It wasn’t much, but it was familiar.

“Hey,” you called out hesitantly, stepping further inside. Jack’s head turned slightly from where he was slouched on the couch, eyes fixed on the game. 

“Hey,” he replied casually, but there was a softness to his tone that hadn’t been there before. You walked over and plopped down next to him, your body sinking into the worn cushions. You didn’t say anything at first, just letting the sounds of the game fill the silence between you. Jack glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a small smirk forming on his face. 

“So, you his girlfriend yet?” he teased, his voice light but with an underlying curiosity and begrudgement. You groaned, tilting your head back dramatically. 

“No…” you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to stop a small smile from tugging at your lips. “We just had lunch. His parents were over.” Jack raised an eyebrow, sitting up slightly. 

“Oh yeah? Big Mike cook up?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly, nodding. “It was good… the usual.” There was a moment of silence where you could feel Jack processing your words. His eyes flicked back to the screen, but you could tell his mind wasn’t on the game anymore. 

“That’s nice,” he said finally, his tone softer now. “It’s been a minute since I’ve been over there. Feels weird.” He admitted. Trent and him hadn’t spent a lot of time together alone since you started this whole thing. And so naturally, Jack hadn’t seen Trent’s family, or even his house in a while. You nodded, biting your lip.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” The guilt twisted in your stomach again, the thought of how much Jack had been left out hitting you harder than you expected. You noticed the shift in his mood.  “But I’m getting hungry again so for dinner… want me to make something?” you asked hesitantly but with an idea already in mind. Jack hummed. 

You tucked off to the kitchen, the weight of the day lingering but softened by the comfort of routine. You pulled out everything you needed to make your mum’s go-to fix-all meal, one that seemed to soothe whatever needed soothing—hearts, stomachs, spats after footy matches, lately you and Trent, or even broken family dynamics. It was the one dish that seemed to make everything feel a little less heavy—something you’d both grown up with and carried into your adult lives. Cooking it now felt like a small bridge back to the way things used to be. The familiar rhythm of slicing, stirring, and seasoning was grounding, a small act of care in a world that sometimes felt too overwhelming. Jack wandered into the kitchen not long after, drawn by the scent wafting through the air.  He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just watched you slice vegetables with a quiet fondness. The tension between you two had been unbearable lately, but right now, watching you cook, it felt like home again.

“Aw, Y/N… you’re actually the best,” he finally said, his voice breaking the silence as he tilted his head with that familiar crooked smile that always made you feel like his little sister, no matter how grown up you were. You smirked, not looking up from your chopping. 

“And to think you were going to let me go…” you teased, the words light but carrying just a hint of seriousness. Jack straightened slightly, his expression softening as he stepped further into the room. 

“Y/N…” he said quietly, his voice low and steady, the usual teasing gone, now it was laced with regret. He pushed off the doorway and moved to sit at the kitchen island, his eyes fixed on you. “I wasn’t actually going to do anything. I was hurt, yeah, but I love you. You’re my little sister. I just… I care. A lot.” He cooed. You paused for a moment, letting his words sink in before humming quietly.  Your hands slowed as his words hit you, and you glanced at him over your shoulder. The corners of your mouth tugged upward into a small, appreciative smile. 

“I know,” you said softly , your voice just above a whisper but filled with sincerity. You glanced over at him, offering a small smile. “Thank you for caring.” Jack nodded, watching you work with a rare tenderness in his eyes. You glanced over at him, offering a small smile. When you finished cooking, you slid the plates across the island toward him before coming around to sit next to him. You watched as he took his first bite, his face lighting up in approval.

“God, this is so good,” Jack said between bites. You hummed with satisfaction and pride at your handiwork. You grinned, picking at your own plate.

“You know,” you began, poking at your food with a fork, “I made this for T the other week.” you said, testing the waters with a careful glance at him.Jack paused mid-bite, his fork hovering in the air as he processed your words. At first, his face was unreadable, but then a slow grin spread across his face, shaking his head. 

“Lucky bastard,” he said, his tone teasing but with no real venom, shaking his head as he took a bite, relishing the familiar flavors yet something completely unfamiliar; you and Trent.. “But to be fair,” he added, his grin widening, “Good on you. I mean, it works every time. I’m assuming it worked between you two?” He looked at you and you nodded. 

“It’s working for us now, isn’t it?” You smirked knowingly.  Jack laughed, a sound that felt like a balm to your heart. 

“Yeah, it’s working for us,” he agreed, pinching at your side like he used to when you were kids.

“For us, every time,” you confirmed, nudging him playfully with your elbow. Jack laughed, the sound filling the kitchen with an ease you hadn’t felt in weeks. For the first time in a while.  For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt like you were back on solid ground with Jack. And it wasn’t just the meal—it was the love that came with it, the unspoken understanding that no matter what happened, you’d always have each other.

“Hey, Jack… Can I show you something?” you asked softly as he was putting away the dishes from dinner. Jack looked over his shoulder at you, curiosity piqued. 

“Yeah, go on. What’s up?” he asked, drying his hands with a tea towel.

“Well, hold on—it’s upstairs,” you said, your tone holding a hint of excitement. Jack raised an eyebrow, impatient as always. 

“I’ll just come with. What is it?” he asked, already following you toward the stairs, his familiar sibling banter making you smile. When you reached your room, you started rummaging through your things, finally pulling out the worn book of poems your mum had left you. Jack sat on the edge of your bed, his hands resting on his knees as he watched you curiously.

“Mum left me this,” you began, sitting down beside him. You held the book up, running your fingers gently over the faded cover. “It’s just a bunch of poems, but… she annotated the whole thing. Like, all of it.” Your voice softened as you opened the book, flipping through pages filled with your mum’s handwriting. You stopped on a particularly meaningful page and handed the book to Jack, your fingers lingering for a moment before letting go. Jack took it carefully, his usual easy demeanor replaced by something quieter, more reverent. His eyes scanned the page, catching on her familiar handwriting, and you saw his jaw tighten. He blinked rapidly, trying to keep his emotions in check, but you could see the tears welling in his eyes.

“Mum,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. He traced her words with his thumb, pausing on a note she’d written in the margin. “She always wrote like this… It was like she could read minds...” He muttered with sadness but you sadly giggled knowing it was a true statement. As Jack read her writing over again. The seal of approval. ‘Always reminds me of you and TAA—tell him one day, okay?.’  He sighed his heart aching, missing your mum, missing having her help in real time.  

“She did,” you agreed, leaning closer to him. “It doesn’t make anything better about how we went about things, but… maybe it’s something.” You cooed. Jack swallowed hard, still looking at the page. 

“She was rarely wrong, you know,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. You hummed. He tapped at the letters ‘TAA’ your mum had written. “I love you… but you deserve to be loved, Y/N,” Jack said, turning his gaze to you. “And I know he loves you too. Mum was right—you should’ve told him. And as hard as it is for me to stomach… I’m glad he told you.” He admitted. His words hit you like a wave, a mixture of relief and guilt washing over you. 

“You think she’d be okay with all this?” you asked quietly, your fingers brushing over the edges of the book. Jack nodded, his lips quirking into a small, bittersweet smile. 

“Yeah. She’d probably say, ‘Jack, stop being such a pain in the ass, and let your sister be happy.’” You laughed through the tears that threatened to spill over. 

“Sounds about right.” You giggled, blinking back tears. Jack closed the book gently and handed it back to you.  “You know, she always told me everyone likes to know they’re loved. No matter why or how, they should hear it,” you said, looking at him pointedly.  You were recalling the same story you told Trent at the beach. The advice you should've taken earlier. Jack’s eyes flickered with understanding as he caught the subtext in your words. 

“You’re talking about Meg, I’m assuming,” he said, his voice quieter now.

“You love her, Jack,” you said simply. “And if you don’t tell her, you might miss your chance. Trust me, I know how hard it is to just sit with it, harbouring it.” You cooed gently. Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Taking advice from his little sister is not easy, but you, like your mother, were rarely wrong. 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He muttered. You reached out and put your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. 

“Mum was rarely wrong, remember?” You cooed with a singsong tone. Jack chuckled, shaking his head. 

“She really wasn’t.” For a moment, the two of you sat there in silence, the weight of your mum’s presence filling the room. It was a quiet kind of healing, the kind only family could bring.

That night, you climbed into bed, feeling the weight of the day settle over you. Things with Jack felt like they were finally on the mend, and things with Trent were… good. But what did ‘good’ even mean now? Were you together? Was it too soon to ask? Would it make him pull away if you did? You stared at your phone, debating whether to call him. The screen lit up suddenly, Trent’s name appearing. You hadn’t even realized you’d texted him first.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he said, his voice soft and warm.

“Hi, T,” you replied, the sound of his voice easing some of your nerves.

“You okay? You sound… quiet,” he said, always attuned to your moods.

“Yeah, I guess… So…. this is just how it is now,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. You knew you could be on the phone with him, it wasn’t a secret anymore but it felt odd. Open. You didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but the uncertainty was gnawing at you.

“How it is?” Trent asked, a gentle curiosity in his tone. You bit your lip, wishing he were there with you, holding you, grounding you. It was always so much easier when you were together.

“I don’t know. nevermind.” You murmured not wanting to start something bigger. He was quiet for a moment, his voice softening further when he finally spoke. 

“I love you—that’s how it is now. Yeah?” He cooed. The way he said it made your chest ache, his certainty a balm to your doubts. “Wish I was with you.” He reaffirmed as if he could read your mind.

“Yeah… my T,” you sighed, a mix of affection and longing filling your voice.

“All yours,” he cooed, as if it were the simplest truth in the world. You felt a small smile tug at your lips, but your mind was still racing. The day had been so full of emotion that now, in the stillness of your room, your thoughts were louder than ever but then an image flashed in your mind. The vision of if Trent was in bed with you… and all the times he had been and how good it felt and how you missed it. 

"T... I really miss you, baby," you sighed, your voice trembling with longing, practically a moan. It was a zero to sixty moment. Suddenly your hormones took over and you couldn't hold it together anymore. A switch from longing to lust in an instant. Trent could hear your whine, he picked up on the new direction of the conversation immediately. 

"God, your voice is my favorite sound," Trent replied instantly, his words making your heart ache in the best way. You let out a small giggle, trying to push away the sadness and focus on the warmth his voice gave you. But the desperation bubbling in your chest wasn’t going to be ignored.

"I miss your voice in my ear," you murmured, your tone suggestive. Trent groaned softly on the other end. 

"Yeah? You miss me telling you how sexy you are? What a good girl you are f'me?" His voice was rough, low, and it sent a shiver through your body. You sank further into your bed, the soft rustle of the duvet audible through the phone. Trent leaned back against his headboard, trying to compose himself as his imagination took over, the thought of you making it impossible to stay calm. 

"T, I miss being close to you," you admitted, your voice heavy with need.

"Me too, baby. Miss your body so much," he breathed, his tone thick with longing. "Do me a favor, yeah?" Your lips curled into a small smile. You'd do anything to feel close to him again, even if it was just through the sound of his voice. 

"Whatever you want," you replied earnestly. If this is how it was, maybe you liked it.

"Touch yourself for me," he asked, the innocence in his tone at odds with the heat simmering in his words. Your hand slipped into your jogger, and down to your panties, your fingers gliding through your wet folds as you let out a soft moan. 

"T... I'm already so fucking wet. I miss you so much," you whimpered.Trent exhaled sharply, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Yeah? Fuck, baby, I love knowing I can make you like this even when I'm not there." He hummed.

"Baby..." you hesitated, the ache in your chest mixing with the burning need in your body. "Can I see you?" Your phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call before you even heard his answer. You accepted it, and there he was—his warm brown eyes clouded with lust, his chest bare, and his hand already grazing his toned stomach.

"Lemme see that pretty pussy," he said, his voice thick and commanding. You discarded your joggers entirely and leaned back, propping your phone up so he could see you. Slowly, you spread your legs, your fingers running through your folds to gather your slick, and Trent's breath hitched.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Suck on your fingers like it's my cock, baby." You dragged your wet fingers up your body, pulling your shirt up to expose more skin. Locking eyes with him through the screen, you slid your fingers into your mouth, sucking on them slowly, your tongue circling and teasing in a way that had his jaw tightening.

"Do you miss having your cock sucked?" you asked boldly, your voice low and sultry as you pulled your fingers free. Trent let out a choked laugh, his hand sliding down to his cock. 

"Yeah, baby. Miss your mouth so much. Fuck, you're perfect." He started stroking himself, his hand moving in sync with the rhythm of your fingers as they dipped back down to your wet core. "Slide them in, baby. Let me see you."

"T... I miss you," you whimpered, sliding two fingers into yourself, your back arching at the sensation. "Fuck, I need you."

"Need you too, baby," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Want to feel that pussy on my cock again. Miss the way you feel, the way you sound when you're close. You close f’me?" His words pushed you closer to the edge, your breathing quickening as your fingers moved faster. 

"Fuck, T... I'm close," you whimpered, your mind clouded with images of him-his touch, his warmth, his weight pressing into you.

"Be a good girl and cum f'me," he urged, his voice tight as he watched you fall apart on his screen. “Let me see you cum.” He commanded.

"Fuck... fuck..." you gasped, your body trembling as the wave of your orgasm hit, white-hot pleasure surging through you.

"That's it, baby," Trent groaned, his hand moving faster as he watched you come undone. "Fuck, I'm cumming." He let out a low moan, his head falling back against the headboard as he came, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the sounds of your breathing filling the quiet.

“I miss you," you murmured, pulling the duvet back over your body, feeling spent but still aching for his presence. “Come back.” You pouted. He smiled admiring the cute roll of your bottom lip.

"Miss you too, baby. Soon, yeah?" he replied, his voice soft but full of promise.

"Yeah. Soon," you whispered, wishing with everything in you that it could be now. 

“Alright, you gonna have a better sleep now though?” He cheekily smirked. Admittedly, you slept better after an orgasm. Who didn’t. You nodded with a shy smile still feeling your heart race from your high. “Good girl. Night, baby. I’m up early for my flight but I’ll text you. Love you so much,” Trent added, his words tender, but you barely registered them.

“Love you too,” you replied softly before hanging up. But even as the call ended, your thoughts didn’t. The worst kind of post nut clarity fell over you.  The kind where you wondered what the hell just happened? Trent seemed to have a way of pulling you out of reality and right now with his presence gone you were crashing back down into it again. Jack’s question earlier rang in your mind: Are you his girlfriend yet? The answer felt simple, but it wasn’t. Why weren’t you? What was stopping either of you from saying it out loud?  Your thoughts spiraled, each one tugging at your insecurities. Was Trent just waiting for the right time? Did he think it was too soon? Or worse—did he not want that at all? But you just said you loved each other, none of it made sense. You sighed deeply, curling into yourself under the covers, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on you. You tried to remind yourself of his words, the way he’d said, I love you, like he meant it with every fiber of his being. But still, as you drifted off to sleep, the question lingered in your heart: When would you finally be his, and would he ever truly be yours?

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Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

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You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

“I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

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[jakowskis]

Day 8 - Are there any scenes (or even full episodes) that you can’t stand? If yes, and you could go back in time and rewrite them, how would you fix them?

LITERALLY HAD TO PUT THIS UNDER THE CUT TOO BC ITS SO LONG FJSDHFKJSDFHKDSJFHKDSJDSHFSDKJFHK I HATE THIS FUCKING SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

im not gonna rlly propose fix-its, i just like to bitch. haha. anyway, in no particular order…

the owen & jack jail scene in dmw. it’s sooo frustratingly underwhelming. they had the perfect chance to explore some really interesting stuff with jack + his relationship with his immortality, and to explore the parallels drawn between the two of them, and jack suddenly having someone who might also "live" forever to keep him company… and then they Didn’t. it’s suuuch a let down. and the first half of that scene being ‘light-hearted’ and gross is so irritating and disrespectful to owen. absolutely the wrong tone. that ep pisses me tf off.

i have a lot of issues with owen & jack’s relationship in general. in aditd, when owen tries to drown himself + finds he can’t, and jack’s reaction is to 1) throw a soulless flirty line at him, and 2) ask him “how long he’s gonna do this for”... that scene bugs the fuck out of me. like what the fuck. what a monstrous way to react to someone who’s suicidal. and i’d like it if the show ever bothered to explore why jack seems to view owen’s suicidality with such disdain (because it’s a consistent thing; he’s also callous in combat), like that could also provide insight into his character - but they don’t! ugh! so it just makes him look like a fucking dick and makes me resent him. especially when he’s a lot more sympathetic to john in out of time. like why is he so nasty to owen in particular. fuck knows, they don’t bother touching on it. missed opportunities!!!

and, returning to the way dmw treats owen, i hateeee how he’s treated once he’s dead, by the characters AND the writers. everyone on the team is cruel towards him during his undead arc. they warm up again to him later, but the show itself decides he’s no longer relevant after that + seems to act like all his angst went away and he’s fine again. torchwood SUCKS at emotional continuity. the only time it comes up is that they REPEATEDLY have the antagonist of the episode make a point to remind owen + the viewers how pathetic and useless he is now that he’s dead (the nostravite + the ghostmaker both do it). and it’s just.. corny, and disrespectful, like come on.

actually dead man walking as a whole... i just hate that episode. i talked about it more here, it’s just….. ridiculous, and bad, and embarrassing 😭 i had to skip the fucking fight scene at the end i didn’t have the strength i get secondhand embarrassment too easily HFDJKSHFKDJS. the concept isn’t terrible it’s the fucking execution its sooo… idek how i’d fix that mess. i don’t like it. blegh. and like i said, tw does emotional continuity so poorly, like i don’t really have a question i can fully bitch about this on (well? maybe. we’ll see) but the way they go through significant traumas every ep and the emotional weight of those events is never touched on in the following eps... like the shit in dmw would’ve been a lot for owen to deal with but by aditd he’s got other problems. it’s just… ugh.

and if dmw is the second worst use of bad cgi, we must talk about the first… abaddon. i love end of days so fucking much, the interpersonal shit going on between the team is FASCINATING and so good, the mutiny scene is so good, them all being haunted by their past (aka the events of the past 12 episodes) is so good, for torchwood it’s a GOOD episode - and then there’s this fucking ridiculously embarassing terrible monster from the depths of hell stomping everywhere and roaring and i literally cannot describe how hard i was laughing when i first watched that ep. genuinely hysterical. especially after getting gut-punched like thirty times throughout the rest. and whatever jack did to defeat it... so fucking bad. SO fucking bad. idk what the fuck that was but it was a MESS. and the worst possible way to wrap up the “something’s coming out of the darkness O.O” bullshit (which, they didn’t, that continued into owen’s arc, like cmon…) it was just a shit show. see it’s hard for me to hypothesize about how they coulda fixed that bc it’s so bad but it’s kind of iconic. im kind of glad it’s there bc it’s just… torchwood wouldn’t be torchwood if it wasn’t fucking awful. but also. shudders.

ok ok i swear ill stop complaining abt owen-specific shit but ofc thts what i take most issue with, and a lot of my complaints abt the others are less about specific scenes and more generalized things, so ill talk about them when i talk about their characters… ill talk about this more in owen’s section, but i have… problems with the end of days ending, with the hugs. i like that scene a lot, the connotations are fascinating, but the way owen and jack are framed in it is…. eugh…. and most people miss the fact that it’s ‘eugh’? a lot of people see it as a sweet scene and that’s… oof… again i’ll get into it more later but i wish it was framed differently. torchwood could never make up it’s mind on how it saw the characters, lmao.

adjacent subject… the way jack’s return is framed. i HATE the way they just bounce back to normal once jack comes back. like, him leaving would’ve been fucking traumatizing. and the show doesn’t properly give closure to any of them. (it does a tiny bit to gwen + ianto, but like… owen’s abandonment issues are a consistent theme in the show, esp s1. his ‘did he fix you?’ line is unnecessarily sooo heartbreaking. what do you mean ur not gonna give a single moment to those two. Okay.) tbh a lot of these complaints are about the fact that i desperately wish torchwood was a show that cared about the emotions + mental health of their characters when it simply Is Not. tw is, regrettably, not the character-focused show it should be. and i hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a few last owen specific things…. i hate the owen growling at the weevil scene in combat. like what was the deal with that. they don’t rlly explain it in the commentary either it’s just. ?? but again it’s one of those things thts like. i can’t imagine a world where this show was actually good + didn’t have random weird cringe shit sprinkled in HFKSDJF it’s part of the charm. sigh

also owen & mark shouldve fucked. combat should’ve been gayer.

captain jack harkness should’ve been LESS gay. the excessive tongue kissing was fucking gross FSHDFJKDS like. i know that scene’s important to a lot of people + i respect it as an important moment in queer television + the way it’s framed as this big romantic moment, but the actual kissing is just. gross. why did they have to kiss like that. there are better ways to kiss. sincerely, someone who’s very picky about kisses + still covers my eyes like a kid at like 60% of onscreen kisses. 

tkks stopwatch scene. ianto why are you flirting w the man who killed ur girlfriend four episodes ago. fucking evil. like ok lmao 👍thats not bad writing whatsoever to never explore that in-show and only do it in an audio 10 yrs later. sure.

all of them randomly having empathy for the alien whale in meat has always driven me crazy. i thought we were gonna find out that the whale had like, empathy-enhancing powers or telepathy or smth bc i couldn’t understand why any of those assholes cared sm. like, in tkks we find out the glove is fueled by empathy + that’s why none of them can use it. like, these are people who aren’t naturally empathetic. nothing wrong with that, i’m like that lol. so i was really thrown off when they randomly all deeply cared about an alien creature. especially owen. like, i get randomly being moved by something, happens to the best of us, but the way it affected all of them + so profoundly felt ooc to me and has always bugged me a little. s2 tried so badly to humanize a group that s1 painted as absolute assholes, and i personally LOVE that they’re assholes. i am not the biggest fan of s2, lol.

a lot of tosh scenes bug me, bc the show generally has very little respect for her + her capabilities, but ill get into that more when i talk about her as a character. specifically some of the tosh & owen scenes fucking INFURIATE me. he’s so nasty to her. the end of adam (‘i dont do apologies’ and the smug little smile), and laughing at her when he agrees to the date in reset, and ‘in your dreams, tosh’ in countrycide all stand out. ive complained about it before + ill do it again; idk wtf they were trying to tell the viewers with tosh/owen. i like the concept of the ship, because it has potential - i absolutely HATE it within the context of the show. every ‘towen moment’ just works to humiliate tosh. it’s awful.

killing beth. im sure other people have done essays on the way torchwood treats its poc, esp its woc (although, knowing this fandom, maybe not lmao), and the lisa sitch was enough of a mess… the beth sitch could’ve been done differently. her essentially committing suicide by cop was fucking awful. ugh.

also the twist that suzie was evil + ten steps ahead could’ve been done much better. that should’ve been better written. 

as i said, i dont even like tosh/owen, but the fact that you never see them dance in something borrowed was just plain mean tbh. u can see like a millisecond of a frame if you pause in the right place, but still, why not include a fraction of a nice moment between them. cmon. something like that might’ve actually made me like them more

i hate the blowfish confrontation in kkbb it’s corny. cmon

i bitched about adam a lot the other day (again, here)… idek how i’d get that episode up to my standards. im petty about s2 as a whole and ive been meaning to try to put thought into what would fix it for me for months and i haven’t gotten around to it cuz its such a daunting thought. grr. i think i’d just completely redo the way adam influences them all. i literally don’t like what any of their altered selves offer. there’s no insight into them i find worthwhile. ig the shit abt jack’s past is worth keeping but i’d redo it completely bc i hate the gray arc. i’d have to find some way to keep the conference scene though, or get that new character info + vibe elsewhere. bah

[carmenized-onions]

First of all, happy (late) birthday! Wishing you health, wealth, and many more years 🎂

Second of all, I cried lol

I loved how you jumped between the aftermath of what happened on Friday and seeing the development of Chip’s relationship with everyone at The Beef. It’s giving Season 3, Ep 1 vibes with all the flashbacks and that was my favorite episode of the season, so yay ✨

It was sooo cool to see how you used the original scene where Mikey shows Tina the picture that Carmy sends him from Copenhagen and seeing how Chip would fit in that moment AND the confrontation between Carmy and David

“I just-I just made the-The only fuckin’ good thing in my life leave…” P A I N

Also, Carmen not being able to confidently say that he wouldn’t have taken the bait of giving the Exec Chip’s number…oof

You know what? Chip is 10000% correct about the whole Christmas dinner shitshow, like why didn’t anyone defend Mikey? Everyone kept telling him not to throw the fork, not to engage, but Lee started it! I think the only person who told Lee to shut the fuck up was Uncle Jimmy but it was a half-hearted effort at best

Seeing the moment when Mikey calls her Chip, after learning about the weight of being nicknamed Jack…and then the line “He will never realize that you consider the exchange equal”…yeah my heart can’t take this

WAIT, Chip started doing research on wine pairings to impress Syd?! oh this makes them growing apart for a few years even more painful...it should’ve been them all along bro like who tf is Carmen? Don’t know him.

I appreciate the “that’s what she said” joke thrown in there 🫶🏼

“‘I’m not gonna forget you love me, Chip.’ and neither of you know this is a lie, yet.” and now I’m sad again

The entire exchange between Carmy and Richie was so heartbreaking, especially when Richie hits him with “if that’s what your love is, I don’t want it and I don’t want it for Chip, either” like DAMN

“…he might as well tear his hair out because there’s no reason for it anymore if you’re not in it.” oh my guy is going THROUGH IT

The freezer scene with Mikey…yeah that was rough. Like I never really thought about just how bad Mikey got. Obviously, bad enough to the point of taking his own life, but I never pictured the moments leading up to that. The pain of withdrawals, the feelings of shame that come with relapsing. The emotional toll that it takes on everyone who loves the person that is struggling with addiction, really going through the highs and the lows with them. And the parallels between the brothers, too! Carmy and Mikey having some of the lowest moments in their lives play out in the same freezer with Chip and Richie being there for both 💔 AND the foreshadowing of the door handle breaking off one day because of how hard Mikey was pulling on it…you’re a genius fr

“Do I look like a fucking milf, what the fuck is going on —“ Not Uncle Jimmy thinking they were having a kid lol

“I don’t want to choose between her and my career. If that’s what getting a star takes, I don’t want it.” okay I think we’ve been focusing on the wrong love interest for Chip. I see the vision now, and Carmy’s not in it

The scene with Eva was so cute and then I get hit with “You’re gonna break your neck Mike. I don’t want to plan your funeral.” EVIL

“You will not realize he is trying to make things clean and square, until it is too late.” “You think Mikey has a future, still. Mikey knows he doesn’t.” Both of these stabbed me in the chest and I haven’t recovered, just fyi

Mikey wanting, needing Chip to promise him that she’ll talk to Carmy when he comes back because he knows she’s good for his soul…😔 (wait I think you said to remind you about Mikey and fire a few chapters back when I said he was playing matchmaker? I’m seated)

I love that despite still being upset with Carmen for being a dick to Chip, Richie and Syd decide to help him help himself because he’s CLEARLY in desperate need of an intervention

“He’s gonna be your man, and he’s going to fucking earn that title. He’s going to prove it.” When I tell you I’m EXCITED. Rooting for him ✨

okay being completely honest, the last portion of this chapter was really moving. It was so fucking sad to read their last phone call. But what actually made me cry was “He said he would come home and you believed him because he never lied to you before.” She set his things on a tray because he said he would come home. She fell asleep on the couch, waiting up for him because he said he would come home. Yeah. That totally didn’t break me just a little 🥲

This really has been your best chapter so far, 10/10 💜

Thank you for the birthday wishes! Sorry for the crying! But also maybe you’re welcome? Also I’m begging everyone to read this ask/answer because this is like. My director’s commentary of this chapter and i want you to play the fucking dvd extras that is this series. please.

I had Mikey’s scenes planned for so long, and I was planning on putting them all like, back to back with each other, travelling through time. And then S3EP01 came out and i was like oohhhh i could be a little spicy?? I could be a little timey wimey weird? Had a lot of fun that way. 

S3 really gifted me with those two scenes to work with, because I HAD planned something similar with Mikey and Chip to the Tina and Mikey scene, but the way they did it in the show was SO much better i had to yoink it. AND they let me know exactly how Carmen would react one on one with fucking david so that’s. Ah. the timing was genuinely insane of S3 coming out pretty soon after Just Dropped, ,,, in s y n c

I shant say anything about the number because as the end of the chapter puts it, they told each other everything I wrote down. So Chips gonna have some…… thoughts about all that. 

Chip’s whole dialogue about the Christmas Dinner was my own therapy. I was getting so fucking hyphy watching that scene. I dunno man. I’ve always stuck up for MY older brother when he gets thrown shit. WHY THE FUCK WAS IT ON MIKEY TO CALM DOWN?? HE’S NOT BEING ALL THAT UNREASONABLE?? BEAT HIS (uncle lee’s) ASS!!!!!!!!!! 

The big like, through line I took from Mikey’s character is that he feels as though he is made to give to other people, and so when Chip is the one giving back to HIM he’s like. Oh I guess I’m not the giver here. I’m simply taking. And that’s how relationships work. Someone always has to lose. And simply never realizes that there can be relationships where the burden is fucking shared. 

…berzatto men share a lot of the same brain chemicals. 

Everyone go scroll and look for the ‘who folded’ poll to vote for syd (or whoever). I think you only have a couple hours left. Or go to the #sillylittlepoll tag. GO VOTE!! It’s really quite cute though. It’s referenced in Doing Too Much that they played a game of matching wines to her plates, but it was never confirmed until now that Chip literally deliberately started doing that just for Syd. 

I need somewhere to rant so much about Richie in this chapter, like. Am I gonna do it here? I think I’m gonna do it here. This is the director’s commentary part. EVERYONE LISTEN TO ME !!! EVERYONE SHUT UP!!

This whole chapter was so fun to write, because each scene is very weirdly mirrored and sewn together with each other, and that very much also coincides with Richie being in BOTH sequences. Let’s just go scene for scene. 

What are you amish? To 0ERR. This one is very simple, the line ends with In your life/Out of his life. Simple. Cute. Whatever. There’s also the aspect that Mikey/Richie very deliberately interrupt Chip’s mental fatigue and then no one talks to Carmen and let’s him spiral… Interesting. 

Then there’s 0ERR to fixing the coffee machine. Carmen says he can do it all by himself, that he’s good by himself. And he tries to think of Chip but she’s not here and it’s not working. And then we go to coffee. Where Chip admits that she’s not good by herself and she hasn’t been for a while, and she needs The Beef. And then she spirals and Mikey is there. And he is able to calm her down. Without even asking if she was freaking. 

Then coffee to handing off the dessert. Again, Carmen reminisces about his old life, he didn’t know any of his coworkers because they didn’t matter. He knows the faces of everyone here but doesn’t actually know them. Very much so unlike Chip. 

Dessert to Fixing the Chair. This one’s not a big flip, but—

Fixing the Chair to the DAVID TALK is huge. Because it’s very clear, Chip used to be a lot more guarded and insecure. She still is. But worse then. And it was thanks to her Guiding Light Mikey. And he supported her, and believed in her. Believed in his brother too, but he never said it. And then with David, David says Carmen is excellent but it’s with such vitriol. Carmen doesn’t get the support, and the praise he does get doesn’t feel good. Because there’s really only a few people he actually wants it from. 

You’re Needed Asshole to You’re Needed, Cousin. Not much to say more there. Just fun. 

But then. There’s Narcan to I would be so lucky. Richie saw all that shit. Richie saw how much of a fucking mom friend and overly prepared Chip always is. OF COURSE he’d be so lucky to have her because he IS so lucky to have her. She’s a LITERAL LIFESAVER. And to see fucking CARMEN? MAKE HER FEEL LIKE IT WAS HER FAULT??? OHHHHHHFHHFHF. …. I should’ve made him throw fucking punches i’m mad all over again. 

24 Hours Sober to Fighting in the Window, not much to say there. Their contrasts of talking one on one is enough, howeevverrr

This is where I have so much to say about Rich. Because his ‘stop being you’ means so much to me. BECAUSE he’s saying it with so much sincere love. Like he really is. Because you can see in the NEXT SCENE, with the withdrawals, he WATCHED his best friend have to very literally stop being him, and TRY to grow. Fucking RICHIE had to stop being him, he had to become the guy, he had to stage, he had to start wearing suits. He had to fucking GROW! And Richie KNOWS how fucked Carmen’s brain is. And that this kid is torturing himself in his head. The best solution for Carmen, to Richie? He needs to stop being him. 

Which is why he was so fucking pokey with ‘have you done the work?’ because Mikey had to, Richie had to, even Chip had to do work. He doesn’t see that work in Carmen! He gives up on himself because he doesn’t think he’s worth the work and it PISSES RICHIE THE FUCK OFF!!

There’s also the aspect that Richie literally screams back at Mikey while he’s going through it in the freezer, and Chip has to tell him to not be mean. But Chip’s not there in Carmen’s moments anymore! So no ones there to pull him back!

The deal scene vs the bear flickering scene isn’t much besides the burn the money, but I do love that Sydney asks ‘can you stay after close?’ and that being the exact same thing Carmen said to David. The difference is Carmen actually did stay to hear the critique. Proud of him. 

I’ll leave it there, because this is so much to process. But thank you for giving me a place to yap about all that. 

Anyways, back to the things YOU wrote because there’s still much to discuss. The freezer scene with Mikey was one I had set up since the beginning, and it really was so crushing in execution. There’s so much love in it, with all three of them being there— And it really just makes the introduction scene from chapter one so much more painful because it felt so familiar to both of them, just without their original Bear.

“I don’t want to choose between her and my career. If that’s what getting a star takes, I don’t want it.” okay I think we’ve been focusing on the wrong love interest for Chip. I see the vision now, and Carmy’s not in it

My master plannnn,,,, i’ve pulled you all in,,,,

The scene with Eva was so cute and then I get hit with “You’re gonna break your neck Mike. I don’t want to plan your funeral.” EVIL “You will not realize he is trying to make things clean and square, until it is too late.” “You think Mikey has a future, still. Mikey knows he doesn’t.” Both of these stabbed me in the chest and I haven’t recovered, just fyi

Yeah i was fucked up for these i have to quote them back to you because i did get a little crazy. A little wild. 

MIKEY KNEWWWW, original CarmTony shipper before they even met frfr. Which, speaking of, as promised, the Mikey Fire thing. ALRIGHT. 

So in Just Dropped, as I said before, there were SO many different routes I was considering, but one of them that I didn’t mention before was that the oven that Chip fixed, once Carmen dropped the ‘you failed Mikey’-- Was going to full flame up. Like that one scene where Carm tried to light a cig and it almost lit his fucking hair on fire? That. 

I ditched this idea, inevitably, because it just felt too much like me fully going ‘yeah ghosts are fucking real’. And I wanted it to be more a choice for the reader whether or not they want to see that as a thing. So instead, there was the expo clock buzzing out for no reason— And if you choose to believe it, it might be Mikey trying to both scare Carmen out of fucking tweaking (painful back massage) and get Carmen to get Chip back out of the parking lot to fix it. Alas, it doesn’t work. But he tried. He also (if you choose to believe it) made the Bear’s logo buzz out. A design you technically helped make. That was just petty older brother shit. I like to think it coincided with Chip at home and the picture frame falling off her wall. 

I like this because it adds context to other random breaks. The toilet spraying water in Tony’s face when she started to think she was nothing, Carmen’s oven breaking when Syd was on the verge of losing it. I like to think the Guy is still the guy. Even dead. 

I’M GLAD THE LAST SCENE WAS MOVING!! The phone call was also one of those scenes that had a lot of different routes, and I’m glad I went with a lot more of a very simple almost sweet and like,,, pedestrian phone call? Like a normal day, almost. And it just makes the rest so much worse because YEAH SHE EXPECTED HIM TO COME OVER. HELL .

Thank you for your review, and thank you so much for reading it and thank you so much for reading THIS god i just spent like an hour yapping. If anyone read this please send me your thoughts on this director’s cut alone honestly just so i know someone read it and i am not yapping into the void THANK YOU LOVE YOU KISSES HOPE THE NEXT ONE IS ALSO GOOD HOPEFULLY

[elvesandlanterns]

DC verse Theater 4

“So what there’s just a universe out there where Tim and Jason are best friends or something?”

It was confusing and Konner wasn’t sure how Tim could ever forgive Jason what he’d done in Titans Tower but ….

“Pppfftt. Best friends? This is the multiverse we are talking about! Here I’ll show you some funny ones to lighten the mood!”

Dick felt relieved, two videos in and he wanted to shake his family members. It was nice that Jason and Tim were friends tho, he wanted his brothers to be brothers to each other! He did! But it also left his mouth with a bitter feeling. What is wrong with him?

The scene started with Jason, this one was wearing a suit! No white in his hair to be seen.

Bruce felt something in his chest loosen at the sight.

Jason wrinkled his nose in disgust.

[“- cost Lexcorp hundreds of thousands of dollars in-“] some lawyer aspoused before being cut off.

[“You know what I don’t care if Tim murdered his entire family. Tim is like a son to me.”]

Cass dropped her popcorn, wow just wow.

Konner wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, he was crying.

…

[“Did you really mean that Jason?”]

Tim’s mind was screaming, of course he didn’t mean it. He couldn’t he hates you. Your real dad didn’t want you, Bruce didn’t want you, why would you Robin want you?

[“Of course Tim. Your parents were assholes anyway.” ]

The pit in Jason burned, “So what if I hadn’t died I would have adopted the brat? If I hadn’t died I would be working at Wayne tech and everything would have been all better?” What fucking bullshit.

And what did his counter part mean about Tim’s parents being assholes? Tim was some rich kid who had parent that gave him everything and he still became Robin.

Roy gave him a nudge, “Whatever.”

The next clip played.

Xxxx

[“Tim your parents were extremely neglectful.”]

Jason froze.

[ “No they weren’t.”]

Konner pursed his lips, even after all these years Tim was still in denial.

[“Tim they left you alone for 11 months out of the year.”]

“Well at least they didn’t do that in our dimension!” Dick tried to break the ice, they couldn’t have done that. Not to Timmy, Bruce would have known. He would have known and he wouldn’t have let Tim go back to them.

“Tim?”

“What it’s not a big deal?”

Bruce felt like he had been slapped. No no no no. Jack and Janet weren’t the best people he knew that but they wouldn’t have…Tim had told him it was okay that they called and visited and that he had a nanny and and Tim was a liar. Bruce knew he knew and there was no more telling himself Tim hadn’t lied to him. There was no more space left to say he had actually believed him ethier. Bruce knew.

Xxx Next clip

[“No body is shooting my brother! Imma say this one time you make a move at him and you’ll be dead before you hit the ground you understand!”]

“Tt what mess did Drake get himself into know?” Damian was a tad affronted about this. So it would seem that in these worlds Drake and Todd were close. Tt, well it made sense. Todd hated anyone who hurt kids and it would seem Drake didn’t have the sparkling childhood he had thought he did.

[ I’m feeling untouchable, untouchable]

Roy couldn’t help but chuckle, “Look at how smug he is that you have his back.” Jason rolled his eyes, he did that here too. Sure he didn’t say anything about it but … it’s not like he still had a hit out on him anymore.

[foulbearobservation]

re: your tags, glad to hear the duretti bit was amusing, (curious though, was it the straight flag or the ph*lic symbol bit?) i wasn’t going to include him originally but then i had a metaphorical lightning strike moment ala duretti (albeit his was very literal) when i thought of what to out for his section

on mary, yes exactly she’s that meme, her not caring for nonbinary as a label is a bit complicated, because of stuff like finding a lot of the labels or terms used to talk about nonbinary experiences clunky or ill fitting (i,e a lot of people who are neither transmasc or transfemme being labeled transneutral regardless of if they actually present that way and/or id as such) and the frequent erasure of nonbinary people of color in too many chunks of communities, but mainly and mostly yeah it’s just that meme, i have a job i don’t need to worry about it rn, who cares

on adriel, idk? i just thought the vrigins were so that the fbc would like unlock a new steam achievement or the demon possession of vrigins would theoretically be extra powerful, human sacrifices, and/or adriel was like “what do you have there?” FBC with virgins they’re planning to do magic rituals with: a smoothie adriel: y’know what i’m not even gonna ask, carry on

thirdly it’s so cool to see a columbo fan, i didn’t realize before seeing your columbo posts th there was an actual fandom for the show beyond a good chunk of boomers, and having grown up watching it whenever my dad would play episodes, seeing posts have kicked off a good bout of nostalgia

but also mainly having watched it as a kid whenever my dad would play it means i don’t really have good memory of many episodes or anything, but i still wanna get back/get into it so what episodes would you say are the best and/or recommend?

obsessed with me getting the author's notes for this post 😭😭

the columbo of it all,,,, I love columbo. I love my lil detective. there's sooo many good episodes, here's an inconclusive list of my faves (since I haven't watched all of columbo, I'm only midway thru season 7 rn)

season 1:

murder by the book: any time jack cassidy is in a columbo episode you just KNOW it's gonna be good. the whole mystery gets undone by a horny grocery store clerk. I am not kidding. (also fun fact steven spielberg directed this one!)

lady in waiting: this woman is UNHINGED she is a GENIUS she is an IDIOT I hate her I love her she is EVERYTHING TO ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? she's the original evil girlboss

season 2: season 2 has like nothing but good episodes tbh you can't go wrong with a season 2 episode

etude in black: is so cleverly done, I love it I love it I love it.

dagger of the mind: is literally just macbeth. the shakespeare of it all is absurd I love it. the blocking of the final scene where it's the murderers with wax statues in mourning behind them like an actual greek chorus. it's insane. I'm obsessed with it. that's CINEMATOGRAPHY BABES

a stitch in crime: this one has leonard nimoy in it, which should be reason enough for you to watch it.

the most dangerous match: were you obsessed with chess the musical in highschool? this is for you.

double shock: columbo becomes the heartthrob of housewives everywhere after he appears on a cooking show. again, I am not kidding.

season 3: again, all hits! no flops!!

any old port in a storm: wine maker has intense homoerotic tension with columbo. columbo is a lil flattered by it.

publish or perish: jack cassidy. need I say more?

swan song: johnny cash is in this one!!

season 4: from here on out, ymmv

negative reaction: dick van dyke plays a very fun killer!

troubled waters: the BEST murder scene on columbo hands down

season 5: there's a rumor I think that this was supposed to be the last season, so they took some wild swings.

forgotten lady: the way this one resolves made me cry! one of the top columbo episodes of all time!!

now you see him: !JACK! CASSIDY! seriously this is one of my other top columbo eps of all time

last salute to the commodore: the last ep of columbo at the time. very self indulgent. it's so funny.

season 6:

old fashioned murder: I think the most clever murderer we've had? the end scene where he does the ultimate kindness of telling her family that he was lying. god. that gets me. lieutenant firstname columbo ur my best boy

season 7:

murder under glass: OH it's a tasty episode.

make me a perfect murder: I know she did a murder but I think the murder she did was justified like she deserved to go apeshit just this once.

and that's all the columbo I've watched! as with all the media I recommend, I can provide links / a google drive folder because I do so love sharing media

[tired-biscuit]

How would the Naruto idiot friend group survive or how long they’d last during no nut november I wonder 🤔💭

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i actually have a moot that did a similar kind of post, here's the link. it was a really fun read, so check it out if you feel like it!!

i know it's not a group of idiots necessarily, but i chose kiba and naruto simply because i think they have the most potential to share custody of a single brain cell (and because they're my faves, lol.) it's all under the cut, because it's obv nsfw.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just two horny morons suffering because of NNN 🧡 fem!reader, 18+ mdni

𝘄𝗰: 900+ words

𝗞𝗜𝗕𝗔

Fails.

Don’t get me wrong, the man is determined to last – and is loud about it, too – but as soon as it comes to actually committing to NNN, Kiba is all bark and no bite. He lasts not even two full days before his hand winds up in his pants, which, if you take his sky-high libido into consideration, is pretty good actually.

His ego makes him act all smug and proud the first night; he’s messing around in the group chat, talking about how good that first nut on the 1st of December is going to feel, and yet by the second night he’s already growing agitated and snippy because he’s used to jerking one out before bed or early in the morning when he wakes up with a literal coke can in his sweatpants.

He’s so pent-up that he even dreams some whacky-ass scenario with you between his legs, his best friend; drooling and sucking the literal life out of him with that cutesy mouth that always likes to talk shit whenever he teases you, and for some odd reason: it’s enough to make him admit defeat.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat like he’s just had a nightmare despite that it was the literal opposite, and with the image of your cute face covered in his cum still somewhere in the back of his mind. He can still feel your hands on his thighs, the weight of your slick tongue on his dick. So he says ‘Fuck it.’ and opens up Pornhub on his phone. He taps the first video that catches his eye and finishes at the initial blowjob part not even five minutes in whilst his mind insists on replaying that goddamn scenario with you instead. 

The amount of cum he’s managed to produce just because he hasn’t touched himself in two days is unholy. Or it might be because you’re someone who he’s just now realized that he wants so, so badly. Who knows.

He sleeps like a baby afterwards, despite that the post-nut clarity chews on his pride a little. The confused feelings he harbours for you don’t help either. And when he wakes up in the morning, still grumpy but now at least without the persistent ache in his balls from being so horny all the time, all he does is jack off again because it’s literally pointless now and he might as well try to feel good about being a lovestruck loser.

The others know he’s failed the moment he’s actually quiet in the group chat. He doesn’t tell them about the reason as to why, though. Just slaps that ‘seen’ like the sensitive cancer sign that he is, and texts you instead.

𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗢

Fails.

Naruto lasts surprisingly longer than he initially thought he would, despite that he took the entire thing as a joke at first. Still, he’s determination incarnate and competitive – as most young men his age are – and he’s going strong for about a week or two just to prove a point that consequently doesn’t even hold any meaning in the end. 

And it shows. Not being able to spill his load makes him impatient. He’s always jittery; bouncing his knee whilst sitting on the couch in your living room while you watch movies and a suggestive scene pops up, staring at you from the corner of his eye for just a little bit too long all the time. After all, Naruto is already touchy and needy on the norm, especially around you, so not being able to stuff his dick inside your warm cunt and bully it to his heart’s content is simply annoying.

What do I even get out of this? Is it worth it? What’s the fuckin’ point, really? – These questions are the only thing he thinks about lately.

However, despite the lack of intimacy during November, his evident struggle is awfully amusing to you. So you egg him on, acting all sweet and coy whilst executing your plans that would lead to his demise like some evil mastermind in the making.

You wear those pretty dresses that show off the tops of your thighs whenever you step onto your tippy-toes and wrap your arms around your tortured boyfriend’s neck. Press your chest to his own real tight, so that he can surely feel your soft tits squish against him, especially late in the evening when you’re both just chilling at home and you’re not wearing a bra underneath the tiny shirts you all of a sudden like putting on around him.

It’s all fun and games – for you, of course. Still, Naruto doesn’t yield all that easily. He just refuses to give.

However, two weeks are certainly a lot for a man with a sex drive so high that it reaches past the clouds. Every little thing, may it be intentional or not, is like a trigger inside that horny pea-brain of his. And because of it, it takes you literally nothing more than bending over in your tight gym shorts for his willpower to finally crack.

You’re in the kitchen, searching for a freaking pot to cook dinner in and not attempting to appear enticing at all for once, and yet the moment his warm hand traces the curve of your ass over the smooth spandex, it’s game over.

Soldier down, his dick ends up buried deep inside your pussy before you can even lay eyes on the stupid pot.

[softjakehoon]

Can We Pretend?

Pairing: Idol Jay/Reader

Warnings: Smut. For 18+ only, minors dni.

Includes: Corruption kink, friends with benefits, protected sex, squirting, mild choking, slight biting, rough sex.

Authors note: I might edit this later. I apologize for any errors, I wrote this at 5 am instead of sleeping. Lmao.

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"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down. 

You were watching a drama just a couple of minutes ago when he kissed you by surprise. You remember teasing him and questioning his innocence because of a scene in the drama where the main leads were hugging before having sex for the first time. 

Your brain stopped functioning for a while to remember how it all came to this. 

"Pft. Who the fuck hugs before having sex?" You almost choked on your drink out of laughter. 

"Why? Isn't that a normal thing for couples?" Jay asked you with innocence plastered on his face. 

"Are you being serious? You.. don't tell me you're still a virgin?" You were so shocked that you had to pause the drama you're both watching. 

"What's wrong with being a virgin? Also, you already know I haven't dated anyone in my life, why are you so shocked?" His lips pouting cutely as he argued.

"But that was 3 years ago, Jay. You're literally 21 now, you need to get laid." You teased him out of habit. A sting of pain suddenly grazing your heart at the thought of your best friend on someone else's bed.

"As if I have the time for that. Besides, I can't just hook up with anyone. I have a reputation to protect as an idol." He's right, you nodded in response. A sudden thought crossing your mind. 

"Wait a minute, how do you release tension then? Do you just get off by yourself or?" Your face inspecting his eyes closely for some hint. "Don't tell me you don't jack off either?" You were beyond shocked by his blank expression, showing no sign of guilt at all. 

"Holy shit, how do you even do that? You poor thing." You taunted him. 

"Enough, y/n. I'm fine, I have a lot of ways to release stress. Unless, you want to offer yourself to help." Jay knew he wasn't thinking straight when he said this but he maintained his cool and unbothered expression to see how you would react. 

"You want us to be fuck buddies, is that it? Fine, I'll help you." You weren't sure why you agreed without giving it a second thought. But you know deep inside you've been in love with Jay for 6 years already. For all those years, you tried so hard not to be overly affectionate and clingy to the boy you liked the most--in fear of him drifting away from you. You wanted to be someone constant in his life, someone he can go to whenever he needs someone to lean on. You wanted to be his soulmate. 

You've done a great job so far, but you're not sure anymore. How the hell are you going to manage pretending from now on? When you're overly sentimental and you tend to give meaning to every single thing he does. 

"What? How can you agree so fast?" He jokingly covered his mouth, pretending to be shocked. 

"What? Do you want me to take it back? It's not like this is my first time having sex anyway." You tried to act cool as much as possible, pretending that this setup isn't that much of a big deal at all. 

"Right. I'm not. But you're gonna be my first." You're almost sure he sounded hurt when he said that while looking deeply in your eyes. 

You couldn't resist it anymore. You wanted to be the one to erase his innocence but you were surprised when he kissed you first. 

You couldn't honestly tell if this is his first kiss or not because he's definitely good at it. 

You pulled away out of shock. You didn't expect him to be this good since you thought he's just gonna go for a quick peck. He looked confused at your reaction.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, in case you wanted to back down. 

"No. No, I was just shocked. I thought you were just gonna go with a quick peck, that's all." For some reason you can't look directly in his eyes. You're sure of it. If you do, you're gonna fall for him again, like you always do. 

"Well, we're not gonna go further with just a peck, right? Stop acting so shy, I thought you're gonna help me." He lifted your chin using his thumb, your eyes meeting in parallel. 

"You sure about this, Jay? I mean, I may get clingy after all of this. You know how sensitive I get. I tend to feel a lot of emotions." You warned him, followed by a fake laugh to ease the tension. You wanted to give him an idea of what could happen at least. 

"Then, don't. We're just using each other for sex, keep that in mind." You're aware he didn't mean to hurt you by this. He was just stating the obvious--drawing the line between the two of you for safety precaution. But this hurts, and you wanted him to take the pain all away, even just for a while. 

You kissed him roughly in frustration. He picked up your pace quickly, he really is a fast learner, you thought. And his lips, they're small and cute but they felt so damn good on yours. You grabbed his face, feeling every inch of his jawline, circling your fingertips on the mark on his neck. You looked deep into his eyes before gently sucking on it. He moaned at the contact, grabbing a fistful of your hair gently and pulling you back to a kiss. 

"Don't leave marks, y/n. I have a photoshoot tomorrow." He said, firmly. 

"Too bad. Wanted to fucking mark you as proof of getting your virginity taken." You chuckled. 

"Let me mark you instead, then. Proof that I let you take it." He whispered into your ear, biting into it gently, and kissing your neck while sucking on your skin up to your cleavage. 

You moaned from the sensation. You're already melting from his touch, you couldn't help but to rub your thighs together, wanting some kind of pleasure on your core as soon as possible. 

"Jay, I want your cock in me so bad." You whined, desperate to feel him inside of you. You palmed his cock inside his shorts, pulling it out. This is your first time seeing your best friend's dick and it was prettier than you imagined it would be. And you always thought he would be huge, but this doesn't even compare to the one in your dreams. The length, the girth, the tip of his cock, all red from arousal, leaking with precum already. Your mouth is watering from the sight. 

You couldn't help it. You dropped on your knees, eyes levelled to his crotch. You pumped his dick with your small hands, earning a gasp from him. You circled your tongue in his tip, gathering all the precum in it before fully deep throating him. He let out a growl this time, surprised by your sudden action. "Fuck, y/n. That's it, your mouth feels so good." You hummed in his dick, sending vibrations to his senses. You kept bobbing your head up and down, making sure to go as deep as you can, his tip hitting your throat making you slightly gag. You pulled it out for a moment to spit on it, and put it back inside your mouth, sucking him sloppily.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm close, keep going." Your jaw is starting to hurt a little, but you wanted to taste him so bad. You continued sucking him off while cupping his balls, massaging them gently. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming." He tried to get you off of him but you wrapped your arms around his thighs, pulling him closer. His cock, burying in your throat even deeper as he cummed. You looked up to him, eyes closed and mouth open from the pleasure. His head tilted back, and his hair slightly wet from sweat. The view of him from below caused a pool of wetness in your core. You milked him dry and swallowed his load without hesitation. 

"Shit, y/n. That's just.. insane. Come here, I wanna taste you too." He helped you get up, both of you smiling from ecstasy. 

You sat up on the couch, your thighs closed involuntarily trying to hide your arousal. "Can I?" He looked into your eyes, asking for permission if he could eat you out like a gentleman that he is. 

"Y-yes." You shyly answered. This is the first time someone is getting down on you after all. Your ex never liked foreplay and always went on ahead with penetration every single time that it hurts most of the time. Nervous of what's to come, you covered your face with your hands, not wanting him to see your state. 

"Let me see your pretty face, y/n. I wanna see how good I'm making you feel." He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand on his head, giving you something to hold on to while he flicks his tongue in your clit. He looked at you, your head tilted on the side, your mouth open releasing soft moans. He took the chance to put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck on them only to put them inside your cunt. He continued thrusting his fingers in and out while licking and sucking your bud, driving you insane from the pleasure, your arousal dripping down his chin generously. 

You grabbed his hair firmly as you focused on reaching your climax, clenching on his fingers. "Jay, I.. I'm gonna cum." You're almost out of breath at this point. 

He curled his fingers, hitting your g-spot several times that had you squirting around his digits. He eased you from your high, fucking your hole with his tongue and sucking on your juices. He looked up to you with lust all written in his face. His cheeks and chin, all wet and covered with your scent. 

"I always knew you'd taste good. Though I didn't know you're a squirter." He chuckled and sat on the couch. 

"Shut up. It's because it felt too good." You got up and climbed on his lap. He grabbed your ass to spread them and began kissing you again. The taste of his cum and yours both mixing in your mouth as you kiss him back. You began grinding at his erection, coating his length with your juices as he guided you by your waist. 

You're getting impatient at this point, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You felt Jay searching for something in the corner of the couch, eventually bringing out a condom. 

"Why do you have that there?" You asked him, curious if he knew this would happen. 

"The boys left it here just in case. Didn't know I'd be the one to use it though." He tore the packaging and started rolling it down to the base of his cock. 

"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" You smiled at him.

"I don't think so." He whispered in your ear and bit your jaw, leaving a slight mark. You moaned a little bit louder this time. Surprised that it didn't hurt at all. "Aren't you such a pain slut? You're getting turned on by that? Huh?" His voice is so deep and velvety, making you clench your walls on nothing.

You started positioning yourself in his cock, slowly sinking down while biting your lip. He gasped from the unfamiliar sensation when he felt his tip enter you. You made sure to bottom all the way down, training your cunt to adjust to his size. 

"Shit. Move for me, baby. Be a good girl and ride my cock." He's holding you by your waist, pinning you down roughly. 

"Fuck, Jay. Your cock is so deep in me." You continued bouncing up and down, grinding back and forth on his cock from time to time whenever your legs would start to get tired.

Jay sensed that you’re starting to slow down so he started thrusting deep and sloppily into your core. You tried to meet his every thrust, biting your lips to keep yourself from screaming.

“Jay, I’m close.” He wrapped his right hand on your neck gently, while his left hand stayed at your waist. You're left at his mercy at this point. He’s in charge of the moment, giving you a smack on your ass as he growls from the intense pleasure.

“Cum for me, y/n.” With a couple of thrusts, you reached your orgasm, your walls convulsing around Jay’s cock that sent him to the edge as well.

He stayed inside you for a moment as both of you tried to catch your breath and then he pulled out after, discarding the condom in the trash bin.

He helped you get up and prepared a warm bath for you to enjoy. He knows that both of you just entered a complicated situation but he doesn’t regret it. As long as he’s with you, nothing else matters. 

[princehrry-writings]

Angel with a Shotgun

here we go. this popped into my head after i watched a tiktok about angel shots. if you go on a date and don't feel safe for any reason, please please please find a safe way to remove yourself!! asking for an angel shot is a great way to do that!!

WARNING: tw mentions of implied SA, stalking, harassment, police, EMT's, hospitals, alcohol, being drugged, swearing,

please don't read this if any of this stuff makes you uncomfortable. i don't get graphic with anything but still, put yourself first and be safe!! i love you <3

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Harry Styles x Reader

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It started off as a normal night. Y/n had met this guy in class and he’d asked her out for drinks. She didn’t get any bad vibes from him, none of her friends had heard anything bad about him, so she deemed him a suitable guy to go have a fun night with.

She’d met him at a bar just off campus and was having a really great night! The pair were dancing and talking and laughing, genuinely enjoying herself for the first time in a long time on a first date.

In Y/n’s experience, usually guys were creeps and girls never decided she was what they were looking for, so she had a hard time in the dating world. This guy, Jack his name is, seemed ok. Keyword being seemed.

She should have known. When he asked to meet her at a bar all the way across town, she should have put it together that he wasn’t what she was looking for. He didn’t put up too big of a fight when she insisted they meet at the bar closer to campus, that way she would know people there and be in a familiar place if she needed to get away from him quickly.

When he started making comments that were off putting to her, things she doesn’t really want to repeat in fear of actually vomiting all over the table, she starts looking for a way out. He keeps trying to play footsie with her under the table and is getting visibly frustrated at her lack of participation, so she tells him she’s going to get them another round of drinks after finishing the one that was already on the table and quickly exits the booth before he can protest.

Harry had been watching from across the room at the bar, seeing this couple who looked like they were on a first date. He watched as they laughed and talked, getting to know each other. But as the night went on, it seemed the woman was getting more and more uncomfortable.

He had told his coworkers to keep an eye out for the two in case anything was to go down, and when he sees her get up and make her way over to his bar, he has a feeling he knows where this is going.

“What can I get for you, love?” He asks her, leaning over the counter to hear her better. She sniffles a little, and takes a deep breath. Leans in before timidly asking.

“Can I get an angel shot?”

Harry’s senses are quickly kicked into gear and he nods, gesturing to his coworker that he’s gonna get this taken care of before meeting her on the other side of the bar. What neither of them had realized was that 1. Jack was walking up to them and 2. he had slipped something into her drink apparently because suddenly she could barely hold her own body weight. Harry caught her before she hit the ground and Jack rushed over, playing the part of concerned boyfriend but the bartender saw right through it.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to back up.” He tells the man, authority very present in his voice. Jack doesn’t take well to this, eyebrows furrowing and voice lowering in defense.

“S’cuse me mate, but I’m gonna take my girl home. She’s had a few too many, f’you know what I mean.” He chuckles and goes to scoop her up. Harry stops him, putting a hand on the guy's chest, stepping between the girl and this guy.

“You'll do no such thing. This girl has obviously been roofied and it’s you she was running away from. The only thing you’ll be doing tonight is talking to the police, who are making their way in right now to do with you what they will.” Harry says, watching the color drain from this bloke's face. He turned around, ready to make a full run for it but was stopped by not only the police but also a crowd of other guys who heard what was going down and were ready to step in if assistance was needed.

“I didn’t do anything wrong here! She was trying to take advantage of me!” He cries as he’s put in handcuffs and taken away.

“Yeah, it’s obvious the one who’s passed out cold because she was drugged was trying to take advantage of you.” Harry yells after him before turning around and scooping the girl into his arms. Due to the commotion and the presence of not only police but also paramedics, the premises was cleared and the bar was shut down for the night. Harry held the passed out girl close to his body, having had his coworker fetch his jacket from the break room to keep her warm now that the club wasn’t filled with body heat, and waited for the paramedics to come in for her.

When they come in and place her on the gurney, she starts to stir. Little whines and groans escape from her and the EMT’s check her vitals, deeming her stable and letting Harry know she’s going to be ok. He decided to follow to the hospital just so she has a familiar face when she wakes up and has someone to explain her situation that isn’t a scary doctor.

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It’s a few hours of unrestful sleep at her bedside and his co-worker showing up with a change of clothes for him when she finally starts to come to.

Groaning and reaching up to hold her head but realizing her arms are too heavy to move, she rasps out, “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital,” Harry explains, wanting to reach out and hold her hand but not wanting to startle her, “You’re ok but the doctors wanted to keep you overnight for observation.”

“You’re the bartender I asked for the angel shot aren’t you?” She questions after a pregnant pause. He hums a confirmation and she looks over his face a few times, before tears well in her eyes.

“What happened?” A few tears fall from her eyes. She can’t remember much after leaving the table, just the sight of green eyes and curly brown hair nodding at her when she asked for the shot. The rest is pretty much a blur, just random flashes of scenes she can’t quite make out in her head.

“You came over and asked me for the shot and then a few minutes later you passed out. The bloke you were with slipped something in your drink. And unless something happened at the table that I didn’t see, then nothing else happened. Do you remember anything happening at the table?” He explains, hoping her answer is no.

He’d learned her name from the EMT’s who checked your ID once you were loaded into the ambulance but he didn’t know the name of the man she was with. He realizes she doesn’t know his name either.

“No, was just being a sleazy dick. I don’t know how he could have slipped me something, I didn’t get up before I went to you. Must’ve turned my head for a bit too long. God, I should’ve known this was gonna happen!” She groans but he shakes his head.

“You can’t blame yourself for this, darling! He’s a sleazeball, a no good lowlife. S’not your fault.”

“What’s your name?” She voices, peering into his pretty green eyes.

“M’Harry,” he smiles, timidly reaching for her hand, rubbing his thumb soothingly across the soft skin.

“Thank you for staying with me Harry! For helping me…” Y/n says quietly. He shakes his head with a small smile.

“No need to thank me, pet. Would do it over and over again.”

Her smile, while tired and defeated, was enough to show him her gratitude. She feels a weight lift off her chest, hearing that nothing bad happened after she got to him.

She knows it’s probably just nightingale syndrome, but Y/n thinks Harry is terribly adorable. With his messy brown curls and tired green eyes that make it look like he hasn’t slept in ages. She thinks she could see herself going out with him, which is an odd thought considering what happened last night. You’d think that would be enough to turn her off to men for good, but there's just something about him. But now isn’t the time to bring any of that up.

“I’ll call a nurse, tell em’ you’re awake.” He voiced, making his way to the door after gently placing her hand back on the bed.

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“Ms. I’m just calling to let you know the restraining order has gone through. You won’t have to worry about him anymore.”

Y/n felt a weight lift off her chest. After months of being harassed and stalked, she would finally be left alone. Harry leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek, stroking the loose hair out of her face.

“S’ finally over, lovie. It’s all over!.” He whispered in her ear, pulling her closer to him, rubbing up and down her thighs. She felt tears spring to her eyes, tears of relief, tears of joy, but also tears of sadness because the last few months had been some of the hardest of her life. She was ready to move on and be done with this nightmare.

When Jack had found out Y/n and Harry got together after that night, it’s like it activated something inside him. Like he thought she was just playing hard to get and he had to literally stalk her to get her attention. He seemed to think she was playing a game. Somewhere in his twisted little mind he had the audacity to think she actually wanted him.

He’d sit right next to her every single class period and would get up and move next to her when she tried to get away with him. He’d show up at her house, sitting across the street just watching her front door, he’d call her phone and text her, he’d wait outside her other classes and follow her around campus. She complained to her university, told them what was going on and they didn’t really do anything. She went to campus security and they brushed it off because “She wasn’t in any danger. He just wants to get to know you.”

So she finally was forced to file a restraining order. Her case was still open, from when he got arrested that night at the bar. They're charging him with second degree assault and criminal harassment because apparently she’s not the only girl he’s done this to. Many other women had spoken up since news of that night had spread around campus. Yet still, the university did nothing.

Harry stood by you every step of the way, picking up the shattered pieces on hard days. He wanted to beat the shit out of this guy and he would if it wouldn’t interfere with the case. He knew you needed him and he didn’t want to chance anything.

There was a pregnant silence between the two lovers. Just letting the silence wash over them, letting themselves breath freely without this weight suffocating them, they basked in it.

It wasn’t completely over, because there was still a trial, but he wouldn’t be coming around without getting arrested again.

That was enough for Y/n to breathe easy.

[hotwings0203]

Yandere serial killer au! Izukus in love with a twisted but seductive darling that will catch him regardless of the cat and mouse act? Btw he is a closeted Incel taking revenge on girls that loved his bully. but he respects darling and his mom

Tw:noncon, vouyerism, murder, misogyny

“Izuku,” you purr into his ear and let your fingernails spread out on his tense shoulders. “Why the long face baby? Don’t tell me you didn’t like the show?”

The green haired man clears his throat and shakily adjusts his collar. Everyone else in the club is having the time of their lives, grinding up on each other and pouring drinks on each other’s bodies to lick up.

You were on the dance floor not too long ago too.

You were grinding and bumping between two burly men, throwing your head back and gyrating your ass against the man behind you while rubbing your hands all over the others’ chest, the same way you’re doing to him right now.

But the show you’re referring to isn’t that erotic scene. It’s the one that unfolded in the bathroom while he was in the stall next to you.

You had cried and moaned for the ravenous man to leave you alone, to let go of you, but if he responded then Izuku didn’t hear it.

That might also be because he was violently jacking off in the stall while listening to your hopeless whimpers and the sound of flesh slapping flesh.

“I know you were in there. I made sure to be extra loud for you baby.” Your lips brush against his ear and he tightens his hold on his glass. He takes a wide swig and almost chokes when he feels your wandering hands travel down his sides and slowly splay across his hard bulge.

“I bet you were even harder when your best friend was fucking my pussy and raping my mouth. Did you want to join in too?”

He sees Mina take Kirishima’s hand and lead him to the dance floor. He sees her pressing her tight cleavage all over his body and lock lips with the bewildered red head, taking advantage of his moments’ hesitation.

All you bitches were the same.

Nice guys like him and Kirishima are toyed with, used practically for anything leeches with vaginas can get their hands on. Dick, money, fame, it didn’t matter to women as long as they had fun along the way.

And the douchebag’s that make their way out of the fray? Well, take a look at the man in the stall who was raping you.

Childhood “best friend’ Bakugo Katsuki, grade-A asshole and pussy magnet.

Is that what you wanted? A bastard who wouldn’t give you the time of the day otherwise unless he used you the same way you’ve used others?

Maybe that’s why you moaned so loud. After all, you did say you were putting a show on for him.

It was your fault for teasing him, of course he was going to get hard when you beg so cutely.

“Well don’t worry, Deku,” you whisper in his ears while brushing his hair back. “You’ll get your turn one day. It probably won’t be any time soon…I mean, you’re lucky a girl like me is even giving a creep like you attention. I can tell you’re a virgin by hard you’re getting.”

You relish in how his knuckles turn white as he grips his glass even tighter, sending that he’s nearly at his breaking point.

“Isn’t that right big boy? Your teeny weeny’s getting all uncomfortable ’cause I’m being so mean?” You pout and use a finger to turn his face to you.

His cheeks are flushed, there’s perspiration on his forehead and he’s breathing unevenly through his nose. Just to put the cherry on top, you lean clears and tilt your head at an angle where both your lips align perfectly. His eyes lower and mouth parts as his breathing gets heavier.

You resume massaging him through his pants and he tries to contain the bucking in his hips. “Want me to take care of it for you? Same way I did with Kacchan?”

His eyes flicker and his breath gets caught in his throat.

“Do you…do you really mean it?” He utters softly, gazing up at you with hope and lust riddled across his green orbs.

The party rages on in front you two, uncaring of the consequences happening on the couch.

“No.”

All of a sudden he feels his clothed dick getting punched brutally and he yelps, frantically trying to shove your body off of him.

“Get off, are you crazy?” His bowling cuts off into a squeak as you dig your nails into where you think his tip is. Your hands file through his unruly locks and grip them right, causing him to grimace and fumble between setting down his glass and loosen your hands off.

You cackle madly and lick a long stripe from his jaw to his ear, cooing when he squirms.

“You’re still holding back little shit nerd. This is exactly why you get no bitches…and no friends, either. Why exactly are you the only one sitting here, stewing in your own perverted little fantasies of raping me?”

When you finally let go and shove his head down to avoid causing a scene, Deku is left scowling softly to himself and watching your ass away back and forth as you saunter your sexy figure in between Denki and Sero’s raging hard-ons.

It might be the alcohol, or it might be you that omits such a reaction.

You were wrong, you know.

Or at least half wrong.

Because he’s not the only one left sitting by himself because he wants to imagine you getting forced on your knees by him, no.

It’s because Izuku Midoriya is a patient man.

He saves people.

And so when you’re swaggering back to your car, keys jangling in your ring-clad hand, he’s covering Bakugo’s running mouth and driving a hunting knife into his heart, again, and again, and a-fucking-gain.

He’s saving you from being caught up in the hothead’s ministrations.

He’s also saving Kacchan by warding your magic off from him.

But maybe next time he’ll explain that logic before you both die by his hand.

[miss-choco-chips]

F’coffee

-.-.-.-.-.-

Honestly. What did Bruce even think would happen? He should have known better.

Tim wasn’t Dick, indoctrinated from a young age to be a good, somewhat (when convenient) obedient son. Tim only went along with Bruce’s shit because, more often than not, it aligned with what he himself wanted. He also wasn’t Damian, so easily manipulable when one knew which buttons to push. And he certainly wasn’t Jason, who would sink his own ship to kill the captain.

So, when Tim and Bruce fought, and his adopted father decided to pull the ‘you live under my roof and work in my company, so I’m the boss all the way through’ card, well…

Yeah. Tim wasn’t going to take that lying down. He had a childhood of zero authority figures to obey and an overabundance of sass, plus a complete lack of fucks to give.

It was bound to go down like this.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

And, well. Tim had money. Like, an absurd amount of money. Even before being adopted by playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, Tim had his own no small fortune stashed away, a couple of properties gathering dust, two trust funds and more antique cars that he knew what to do with. So he could just… burn through that money, or sell the cars, or make a living of renting the buildings he owned, and he would barely even scratch the surface of his deep wealth.

But it wasn’t about being able to live comfortably with minimum effort. Tim was trying to prove a point here. What point, fuck if he knew. But a point.

So here he was, on the other end of the wooden counter, a cute red cap falling over his eye as he looked dead into his friend’s eyes.

“Tim. Tim, you’re rich. Why are you working in a coffee shop?”

Seeing as Kon and Cassie were currently too busy being shocked, Tim shrugged and went back to cleaning the cup in his hands.

It was a plastic cup. It didn’t need cleaning, he could just toss it away. But it was his favorite plastic cup, and he was gonna save it as a family heirloom forever.

(The fact that the pretty customer from the morning shift had drawn cute little doodles all over it had nothing to do with it’s worth.)

“Teenage rebellion”, he finally said, carefully putting his treasure away.

“You are twenty.”

“Time is a social construct and I’m but a slinky falling down an endless flight of stairs.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense. How is it so symmetrical? It defies nature.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

“What can I get for you?”

“I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino, made with skim milk, no whipped cream.”

“Bart, no.”

“Please put that in a grande cup”

“I’m begging you, don’t do it.”

“But use the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall.”

“I’m warning you, you don’t want to do this.”

“That way there's about an inch of extra room on top.”

“I wish you had an extra inch so I could look straight into your eyes when I murder you.”

“To stir in my own nutmeg without spilling any coffee at all.”

“You’re dead to me. Also, I AM going to make you that drink and you WILL finish it or so help me God.”

“What do you want, Kon?”

“To not be here when Tim’s looking like he’s planning both our unsolved murders.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

When Kon entered the shop, the messenger bag slung over his shoulder bumping against his hip as he rushed in to get his caffeine intake before his evening classes, he wasn’t surprised at the scene.

Cassie being there was a given, since there was always at least one of them there at all times, supporting Tim in this ‘independence’ thing he was dead set on trying. Kon himself had his Tim Shift later that day, after his creative writing course. Bart had probably just left, considering the amount of empty cake platters littering the counter.

Tim being face down in said counter, uncaring about the mess, was also old news. The dude barely ever seemed to leave (Kon was almost completely sure he actually owned the place, since he’d never seen any sort of manager and Tim’s hours seemed to work around his weird sleep patterns all too perfectly), and distraught was his general state of being, so. Normal day as far as he could see.

Still, he had to ask. “What is it today?”

Cassie, eyes never leaving her magazine, chin resting in one hand as the other one scratched at Tim’s scalp, snorted.

“A cute boy started working in the tattoo place next door. He came in for a morning fix, when Tim was barely awake, and he said something stupid, so he’s been having an existencial crisis ever since.”

“I said ‘you too’, Kon. He said ‘thanks for the coffee, I’ll enjoy it!’ and I said ‘you too’. What is wrong with me?”

Kon snorts a little. Tim doesn’t seem to be very interested in doing his actual work, so he just jumps over the counter and starts working the machines himself.

“You know that’s a question you can only ask your therapist, Tim, but if you need to know, I’d say you’re highly sleep deprived and a dysfunctional bi?”

At that, Tim does turn to look at him. There’s some cake frosting clinging to his eyelashes, and his hair is a mess. It looks cute, to be completely honest, and Kon has to leave his unfinished latte on the side so he can hug the little shit.

“Aw, don’t pout, Timbo. I’m sure he thought you were cute. Just try to sleep a bit more tonight, so when he comes back tomorrow you’ll be a little more alert and won’t embarrass yourself.”

“What do you mean, when he comes back?”

“I mean, if he works next door, he’ll probably get his morning coffees here all the time, right?”

That seemed to drive Tim back into the distraught spiral. He smashed his head back into the counter, making dying whale noises until Cassie’s hand returned to his scalp.

Kon privately thinks Tim’s life is starting to sound like fanfiction. He wonders which type of background character he would be, in it.

-.-.-.-.-.-

The shop is called F’coffee. That’s why Cassie is convinced Tim is the actual owner; no one else would really think that’s a proper name for a serious establishment. Kon isn’t convinced all the way yet, but with Bart on her side and Tim staying silent on the subject, it is just a matter of time until she convinces him it’s totally okay for him to do his gym routine there. She thinks, with Tim being his own boss, no one would tell him to stop it, and it would help his friend’s business to bloom with new customers.

The place's general aesthetic is exactly what you would expect, with old wooden tables, comfy chairs, potted plants hanging from the walls and tall windows just a little bit stained. The smell is constantly of the strongest brew Tim has, Death Coffee (which he’s actually not legally allowed to sell, so he keeps it for himself), and just setting a foot in makes her feel instantly awake. It's also always warm, and the sweets on display look mouth watering no matter your personal preferences.

In short, it looks like something out of a movie. It’s a tad too perfect for her friend, but she thinks it also fits his obsessive need for perfection.

Except for the board. Oh, the board. Cassie loves it more than life itself.

Tim has divided the drinks in categories. And made up names for all of them.

“Yes, hello! I’d like to order a grande, iced, sugar-free vanilla Latte, with soy milk, but I can’t seem to find it in your menu…”

Tim’s dead eyes turn to Cassie for a second, before facing his customer again.

“You’re probably looking into the Normal People section”, he points out, before raising his hand to signal a bit to the left. “There you have the Pain In The Ass selection. There’s nothing just like you asked, but you have the It’s Britney Bitch beverage, which is almost exactly the same except I’ll add a middle finger drawing in the cup and charge you extra for emotional damages. Also, we’re out of soy milk.”

Or…

“Hey, good morning! I’d like to order…”

Tim raised a hand, stopping the chirpy, good looking young man dead in his tracks.

“Don’t tell me, I know what you need. I’ll just go ahead and prepare it.”

“But you don’t even know what I/”

“You’ll have a Cougar Bait. It has cacao cream, a strawberry pucker and some grenadine seeds. I think it's fitting, for you.”

And also…

“Hey, hum… Sorry, I just have to ask… what’s on the ‘Barista’s heart’ drink?”

“Cacao powder, almond milk and espresso. Also some organic coconut ash, that gives it the blacker-than-night color, that’s just a shade lighter than my soul.”

“...noted.”

Cassie snorts into her cup of Jack it up (coffee that tastes just like a Jack Daniel’s; having Tim working here has opened up her eyes to the possibilities), watching as Tim makes his own usual.

“What’s in that one?” She asks, out of curiosity, when she’s sure there’s no other customer close by.

“Six espresso shots.”

She waits for a second. Tim finishes the drink, carefully handling the dark liquid inside his favorite plastic cup.

“...okay, and?”

“And that 's it.”

“Tim, that-- that would kill you?”

“Duh. Why did you think it was called The Last Sip?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

[pndnj]

Cathartic- Yellow Metal Lyrics

Heres where I am with the lyrics, I referenced @25Goldenn on twitter for some of it that I couldn’t comprehend. 

*music*

0:23

Dark matter, like painted splatters, they fit better, the old saying, the way it goes, better the devil you do then you don’t know. I hit pedals and switch levers, my heart metal, I can't settle, im part trouble, they are not subtle. I fuck good so fuck cuddles, burst bubbles the thrist levels at new heights, i down doubles, and got baked til I felt high, my face puzzled, felt muddled, far strung and your floors woodent, the thought might but the fit wouldn’t. A fortnight

0:46 - 1:00

And I thought right, it’s all bark and no bite, I’m Tony Stark still embarking on a dream, took a bit of time to take darkness from the team. Seen what I saw. Heartless on the sleeve. Tried to burn my wings, so I put them in a piece on my chest , at peace no rest.

1:00-1:15

Flipped this on it’s head. Rip the script up now, flip it don’t pretend, slipping shit again, Fakers all around me, I’ve been living in pretense. Fake friends won’t make amends. There’s no need, these mean comments control the scenes. Attentionseekers, the spine is weakened

1:15-1:24

This family needs, what a family needs, and the planet bleeds, the damaged trees. It’s never leaving til we ascend so fuck the fence, and until they stop killing colour it’s fuck the feds.

1:22 - 1:44

You must be off it, I mean it, you know you ain’t never get with the judging and I used to dread growing my beard too long, never felt I belonged, but it's really long like a minute I ain’t looking to no mans for the limits, They’re feeling timid, I’m telling them who they mimic, why they don't look like a clinic …. Why they don't get no women, Still, we’re just fucking girls, Lost in the wrong world, Jurassic, now to this vermin

1:41-  1: 50

Kicking the game I’m serving, these losers are never learning, my fire is forever burning, adding it to my fuel, seems like I’m always focused on never becoming you, These locals that rob us feeling … was for a reason.

1:52-2:02

I’m seeing my new beginnings, watch out this loser’s winning, and no water is too deep to swim in Like I’m about to see a killing, I’m all the way that and living, flawless and feeling lawless, the prison now to the gimmicks, my vision is set to something,

2:03-:2:20

I’m watching you bitches plummet, no matches here for my cunning, you rappers are feeling done in, switching your genre, running and Running your jaw, stunting, pulling at straws, something  I think you’re a poor effort, deaf and tone deaf and I ain’t treat you separate. Living, I’m in my element, riding it like a … never lose me to fentanyl, scared when I take a benadryl. Keeping it green in general

2:20- 2:46

Think that you remain irrelevant. Look at yourself with reverence, hoping to always elevate. Celibate of these thoughts, killing themselves with sedatives. In comparison to eminem, you’re feeling feminine. Impolitically correct, still dropping on my dick. And I never gave a fuck about what they say abt my shit, I’ve been moving things in my mind like it’s this mountain dew Memories have made me wonder if one day I’m after you. What’s the purpose that you do, is what you're hoping that they learn, i’d like to say i’m done but it’s getting up on my nerves

2:46 -2:55

I’m looking at my life, saying what do I deserve. It’s hard to say I know when I’m walking through the dirt. Talking while you’re nothing I can see for what it’s worth. I’m tired of feeling hurt and I’ve tried enough but nothing works.

2:55-3:40

I’m racking up excuses while I’m slacking off on work. Chit chatting is the usual, talking to this clerk, i beg you don’t include me. I might write it on my shirt so everytime they see me, the oldest know to swerve. SWERVE Life is potent, bits of fucked shit… till they took notice weren’t  no hocus pocus, it was hard work that got me heard so i put in the graph like google maps but the whole earth

… around my door mat, taking over like the drones, rolling dirt up in miles like the water, and exploding like Annas hematoma. Don't need to see a slammer to know that I don't want to go man

I’m a showman. I’m just focused on the drama… like i’ve got my own insurance, show myself the pain, like i boxed it in the frame, if we’re about to talk greatness im great, the way you have to say my name like beyonce

“Say my name”

4:00-4:46

Just a bum with a cigarette, sun coming up, all my thoughts on the internet. Feeling deep, I’m just bored with the silhouette single sec,  get fucked up for the thrill of it . killer streak playing Pacman. Like I came from the Philippines vanilla bean still a thing for the thrill of scene,

Theres a beam, UFO, Leave it well alone  I aint moving, stood still on the peloton, telephone and its always on the dial tone,  it's been a while since i’ve smiled at a milestone, seen a big pile in my mind stone, me against the world on my Jack Jones, Like I’m John Jones, With pictures in the condo, far from John Doe, in the ___, like I'm Johnny Bravo, got pravado, with a small dick sitting in golados, feeling far gone, cuz that last hit was the good shit, was that stay lit

4:48-5:02

You can never take my shit come and get me. On the top floor,  cloud 9, fading, never bailing, felt amazing, inhaling, til my lungs two guns blazing. Overcome all the stunts that I pulled. A suit of just skin and then wool

5:02- 5:17

This life doesn’t give you no armour, a lot of myself can harm ya. I swear on what’s good, that I’m here till they take me. I pray that I’m wrinkled, at least over 80, and start moving like a ruler, ?damaged? Like a computer going fast, bars from the jeweler, bring the songs to the beach in hopes of finding tuna

5:18-5:36

…

5:36- 6:16

Grab a bat, lose my rag. Couple things got me mad, a couple people got me wrong and now I’m changing up the swag. Coming in and stealing it, I might take the whole bag. Feeling undefeated, I’m a beast with a reason, and imma lead the whole pack. Fearless like I’m Caesar, I’m just waiting for a chance to fill it up with diesel, and all I've been achieving is clocking miles in its region, moving like a legion.

Promise that I made to myself an allegiance. Do you still believe I’m a fool for ever leaving, staring at the ceiling, can never put a cap on achieving. I’m just here for the rap, then I’m leaving.

I’ve had about enough of being my own enemy, it’s time I grew up,  a long way from 17. Always went against the grain, struggles in my life. Got some things to say when I stand up on a mike.

6:16-6:32

I ain’t dropping this for fame, I need this time, like therapy, it’s just to keep me sane. The truth is on my medicine, can’t put that on your plate.

Speeding into everything, bout time I fixed the brakes. Don’t say I can’t communicate , you know I conversate with you in several different ways. And I know you know it’s references, looking at your face.

6:33- 6:53

Can’t justify mistakes, like every man that made them, seems I ain't  the one to blame. Lying to myself, only had so much to gain, so now I’m switching up the plate, see if that affects the place, im at on most days

I ain’t going with the usual so they looking at me strange. Confused, I can feel it all,  I’m here to make a change. It’s cold at 3am outside, I’m walking with the dog, thanking god that you don’t talk at all, my mind is switching off

6:54-7:12

Driving down to find myself, cuz I’ve been getting lost, lived this selfless life and found I can give a toss. Lessons that I’ve learned I’ve tried teaching to myself. What I’ve learnt from certain people is that they’re better than myself.

So I surround myself with real ones, and you feel the plastic melt. Like burning toy soldiers that used to go up on the shelf. Recycle the ideas, conveying on the belt

7:14-7:29

.. circus, always hurting the way we felt? Embarrassed that we dreamt of bigger things and letting go of notions till we feel them in cement

Tired of only hoping, we feel broken men. Cuz the gravity is weight and has kept us to the ground, see the only people speaking with favors in their mouths

7:46-7:58

Got killer rhymes… no fillers, like godzilla, eating clouds cuz my smokes thicker, throat licker, my dope sicker, bringing people their hope like im the pope slicker,  i hope you’re getting the point cuz i walk quicker

I thought my city was shit bcs I want bigger like my zipper couldn’t zip up fed up with the…my love is fickle.. Residual age has a primitive face

I see demise for your limited ways, Left it to simmer, simmer away…a fake glimmer in the haze

8:09-8:11

Feeling trapped this industry is a cage

8:34-8:50

Nobody’s speaking the truth, I’m offended by the State. Look at the state of the news, I’ve decided the argument, reciting my views, while they’ve been sat in their chairs, I’m feeling pressure to choose.

Standing here as one man, how can I do half when you’re half the person I am. If it wasn’t in your life, you didn’t choose it. It’s the funny thing about music. It’s the pain and beauty of it.

8:52-9:11

Don’t give a fuck what my suit is, it looks good so I wear it, better than the shoot that People’s wearing, changing the whole narrative for these basics and scarcity

Been facing the racists from back when i were a kiddie .born up in in 93’. been living in Bradford City..kicked me out of the schools, they had a problem with me hitting the kids that would call me p*** still sitting in the classroom chilling, and i'm angry now that I’m older I see they treat us different

9:12-9:25

got me thinking I’m the problem cuz they never dealt with those issues.

20 years later I’m still in the same boat, tryna treat me like my grandpa, say I came up off the boat. Came to tell you what I stand for, man I think you’re shit, a joke. How can I be civil, when they got me by the throat

9:25-9:35

Pushing my feelings down, you ain’t got it like them

‘Boy your skin is so light’, ok motherfucker take my name up on a flight. Try to convince immigration that your bloodline’s half white.

9:35-9:45

I don’t know how that’s acceptable, when life is more susceptible to perception, be the death of them. I’ve been looking at the sky saying where’s that day of reckoning, you had your prophets right when they say that you would speak to them.

9:45-9:55

I need justice in this life and I trust that it’s my fight, cuz when I’m writing it feels right to have them focused on the facts again. Focused on the rap again, hoping for the change, gunna put this on the map again

9:55-10:16

Writing in all caps again, the pain, it goes through me so I write the letter. All the shit that could have brought me but made me better.

I’m at home with a pain in my soul , yeh rap… cuz you know I was too real to contest it, my time was invested. Now I look at the industry, I see it infested, looking like kids who would write on nesquik.

10:17-10:29

My name ain’t on the list unless they label it ethnic.

I ain’t never gave a fuck about these jokers and jesters. Ain’t no answers for these things, so just save us the questions, man allowed of violence, cuz my silence is deafening, your opinion stinks, somebody get him a breath mint.

10:30- 10:42

Start to understand why they think that I’m threatening, I move in certain ways, couldn’t slow me with ketamine Now they all wanna hear me, got a table at letterman. Direction changed, like I changed up the lettering. Don’t believe the age ,bcs I move like a veteran.

10:42 - 10:47

Raised on the benefit for whose benefit, they’ll never learn shit, man, if the shoe fits.

…no words coming out when you open your mouth

And to be honest, it’s insulting, offensive to my wounds that have been salting. Tryna ask me questions that they know I never answer. I’d rather sit online and reply to the fan art

11:00-11:06

Fuck a sports car, coming through when i rapped

tell you what I like, farm life and the tractor

11:06- 11:17

Fake life, 'sup online, suck a fat one. You don’t wanna buy into that, none of that son. Sitting in the garden 98’ in the Datsun,  seen some hot summers but I still remember that sun.

*music*

11:51- 12:34

I make millions off of my pain, cause I know a few millions still living that way

Dealing with the hurt, they should know cause they don’t deserve it, it hit deep cause i hit the nerve. Only way that the sheep learn if the street firm, in my ways I don’t wanna change, everything just stay the same

Who you tryna convince you understand, cant maintain, let the lights dim some,  get the Chow Mein, flex, get the tape, right up at night

Why these men be nice to my face, be nice,  i ain’t tryna be a gangsta ruins my vibe

Rather be low-key and on my phone. Never need the trophy or the show piece

Never show peace in a North Face fleece. Show kids this like i wrote my flip

Cause the sign might fit till the start i’m sick

12:37-13:05

Now you see where I come from, the world don’t. Only achievement in this life is the Jordans. Committing petty crimes out of boredom, we can’t afford them. So I stole it, need a rolex

Go make sense, get yourself a job, It’s a poor man’s game tryna sit and pray to god, he ain’t sorting out your problems, gotta sort them out yourself

Used to tell us fables, now I’m writing them myself, Cause we raw like animals we all just need some help

Cathartic, I’m an artist, trying to put my heart in

Felt double crossed like Leo in Departed

13:05- 13:27

For the knowledge i’m not charging see I got it all free

But my hunger kept me starving like i’m feening for the feed

I just Need a reason to see me bleeding for my creed. Trick you with the words like I keep em up my sleeve. Picking where I fit, I see me sitting with the queen

I ain’t doing it unless you’re used to saying please

Let me flow a bit, before I sting 'em with the bees, They tryna kill us with disease

(Music)

13:34- 14:12

Why does it feel like they had the same notebook and the same four looks

Like the rain won't touch on their face, so sus when they lie don’t trust not a minor

Please no fuss, I just move through the game like must

Something in the way i adjust till i stick, Free falling like the ship, free fall till i bust

Remember 21 brother gave no fucks. Trying to project when they give them looks

In the projects, in the objects us

In my own way, never gave me love, shoulda never started this, broken hearted kid

Dried up the feeling till I stole the lid

Don’t wanna relish in the fame but I can’t resist

14:46-14:58

I like the way we feel, I like the way, I like the way

Ain’t no mistake, i am a being

I ain’t tryna be a leader, been selling out since Jesus

All my rhymes are for the readers, between the lines, like Father time, I fuck Mother Nature

14:58-15:40

That’s what they get, the connotations. Tell 'em I lived a life, and then I lived a life of adjacent? like its…. and played it patient.

Alone on my own spaceship, always tryna find greatness, still defying lines, but I’m fighting in my prime.

Shining light like Kylo while imma kill it all the time. Aging like I’m wine

Asian in my face, but still my race you can’t define. Focused on defiance, imma fight it while it’s life.

Started something sick and on my mind is what’s next, just became a dad so now I’m taking all the cheques. Better know I’m staying and paying like it’s debt. Imma get it done, if it’s taking all my breath, sweat, and down I ain’t messing around til I’m the best

Speaking in full sentences, shoulda thought about a strategy before you went at the stratosphere about this… rings around Saturn, this ain’t a battle, I’m sat, I’m here

15:40-16:22

Catch me doing magic, hired and sounding tragic I think you could use practice and until that you get the blacklist and pull like a … actress? Fooling them like a catfish, schooling like a legend, happy to be the reference, fusing like iridescence, leaving them all guessing, leaking out of my brain like a pipe I aint fixing, shining like a star you can see it from a distance

Aint many of me around p*** I’m just different Certain stages to this level aint here because fame is to the devil fuck a label, imma do this from the ghetto, clean up like Im Dettol

I’m the man to put a bet on, sight smart like a weapon,  this is my kind of setting, i write the world I’m sat in, while these others live on hype, i see them fight in how they type, the fruit is ripe for the taking, i think i might

16:22-16:57

Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here, Let me take you away from here

16:58- 17:47

Eccentric things are mentioned like a kid stuck in detention tryna escape im just spitting what is written on the next page, spitting image of my dad in his young days

Born sinner when i’m livid i say fucks sake

Don’t worry i’m too cunning with no plumbing, the waterworks, i sung something that resonates, i thought it first like giving birth to the parrot perch

They see me do it and they know it works

Don’t know what’s worse: the way that you live your life or the way that you write a verse

You’ll be nervous, you don’t deserve it we’ll scratch the surface ill leave a crater, lift the dirt up to find the hurting

Can’t know for certain nothing is guaranteed, tryna be a better person than the world deserves to see cuz i see a lot of sharks still swimming in the sea

Cease and arrest what’s the reason.. And these the kinda kids we bringing up next

Distorted reality, all they needed was family, too hard to face, to see what the damage is

17:47

*i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, no, i don’t wanna be, i don’t wanna be, a part of this, *

18:04-18:38

Sometimes they ask the questions too deep to form a sentence, to disform, is this the norm, is this the sentence i feel defenseless i played the setlist, and all my sweat blood and tears, forgot to mention feeling lost, going off into different sections i feel like love wrecked it

If it’s not a drug why am i waiting for the next fix, affected, i cant believe that you left this

I guess I leave for the best wish, moving on like im fine for the lectures

We see it all from spectrums, cuz if we’re falling down we can fall down together

Staircase to heaven, mirror down the middle like 11, resentment on one side it won’t settle

18:38- 19:14

Mind fried but taking sense, they aint got a sense of themselves in the rich ends

Need to spell it out for them.. Made for them so witness

I know you feel afflicted but you always love it with me while im laughing at you, ya think you’re laughing with me

I try to (i love you) but im grown so they don’t fit me, my body thrown from the new to this old city so Im sick of sitting on my own, feeling so shitty, i’ve been on roads where its cold and the snow hitting

Its okay to be yourself, sit and talking to myself

I’ve been walking for the longest, just need a little rest, know i ain’t the strongest, I can feel it in my chest, talking about my feelings and of me, they get the best

19:14-19:59

They aint leaving, seeing breathing in my breath

Till death do us part is just seeded in my heart, like a work of art

Never winning,im just scared

Cant begin from the start, do i play a part in the rhythm of the night

I guess i’m onto something cuz the dark is feeling right

Every cloud got a lining, put my own miles  in, like moralis, figured that they’re jealous, that they could just never tell us to change because the weather never made me question whether or not i’m not that level

Got rid of all the bullshit sitting in my way, most of them are full of shit i see it every day

I do hearing the same things that i do, maybe that shits hitting like haiku

How much do you pay for them to hype you

Recycle your flaws but they aint like new, leaving and conceded and full of diesel like engines that need a cleaning, the ending will be revealing. Even though we ain’t raising the facts, now we been facing.

20:01-20:52

The cactus with spikes, needing spaces. Different faces, the same story. A full body like straight body direct to your system.

Could never tell 'em we missed’ em. Not even with the thoughts, we gift them. Cuz they just take advantage, guess we are caught in a system.

My soul pouring out details of borrowed time, had enough of a fill, this is for sorrow time. I’m seeing visions of Heaven, I seen the severed line, between the gospel they speak and when theyre telling lies.

Remember telling a friend of mine, you’d sent of mine, identified like a 3rd eye. Got a habit of knowing now where the dirt lies. So benign. I ain’t sober after 9, so I fuck their minds. Why you flipping out, see another

Try to rep it from the city, fuck a chiller crew, repping for the nittys, trying to keep us down, raised on the social, don’t want to let us out of the system. Me, I insist we assist them, me alone putting shifts til I lift them

20:53-21:12

I know it’s hard, that’s why I like it, I’m fit to fight it, I’m from the North, I’m backing Tyson, it’s been decided, don’t see no light. They needing guiding, just redefining, realizing, I’m realigning, in full finance, they stay silenced.

Can’t be louder, I’m juiced up with no powder. I fix shit like a slick spanner. Gone green like Bruce Banner. So free Gaza on my banner

21:12-21:51

The real McCoy, I ain’t nothing to toy with, signifying peace like a Japanese Koi Fish. How did this happen, we’re moving backwards in our timeline, killing us with cyanide, Right up for the freedom 'til we transform like Ironhide

This is bout my feelings, the way that I move affects the fate that I’m sealing. Can’t say nothing, with that something being on the page, kept inside the pen like the bars that have been kept caged. See I always had a plan, since I was young, we had nothing man

Now it’s been a few years since I ain’t seen the fam, on foreign lands. Bout to climb Everest in the avalanche. Right into the riddles as soon as you were born. Never asking the question cuz it’s the norm. See I’m in a questionin’ session

21:52-22:03

Like the manner got a method to teaching a lesson, listen to MF Doom, he taught me like Ra’s Al Ghul. Felt like living in Gotham, the people were rotten. Still we play cartoons so it’s never forgotten.

22:03-22:15

Chilling at the top but we came from the bottom. Writing and jottin for them life by, spotting the difference

*Dreams, was growing out of me, sun promising that tomorrow it will rise, time playing games with my mind, I swear it will pass us by

Train goes on the tracks, smoke, I’m tired to hide my thoughts, so blinded in flames, Don’t know where we’re going, I have no way of knowing, only see what’s in my head

Can’t we wait a minute, so we can savour this, It’s on my brain again, these days, It on my brain again these days”

23:10-23:46

They’re hating on Palestine ways, The oh no Palace playing Prince on the Steinway, Sending out mind waves, stop them like crimewaves, Freedom fighter, Yellow Metal is my name

Like vipers, I see the sly ones, the snake that’s called Biden, none of them abiding what they might put in writing

We should be used to it by now, say whatever for the vote and then just choose another route, say they’d never kill another unless that brother’s skin is brown

I’m just telling you the facts, if you can’t take it, the truth naked, to bare bones and my thoughts lately, spitting politics.. Done ain’t it, Shit just gets me vexed, and now I’m sitting that I think of it

23:45-23:59

Feeling on the brink of it, whatever it is, Figure out some shit at least it feels that way

talk about my feelings and I don’t feel so strange, finding solace, that’s a promise, in Metropolis but being honest, can’t write a sonnet, without some pain

24:00-24:40

Can’t fade away, away so we can savour this, been on my brain again these days

Can't find a way to be so you can savour this, been on my brain these days

Singing the song for another, singing a song for another

[arhvste]

KIYOOMI SAKUSA - INVESTED

➵ summary : sakusa is a pain when it comes to movie night but to yourself and atsumu’s surprise, hinata has a suggestion that might give you the reaction of interest you’ve been looking for from your blunt boyfriend

➵ genre : fluff and a bit of crack

➵ an : this is dedicated to the anon who sent me the ask about what sort of films sakusa would watch, i hope you see this and thank you for giving my little fried brain an idea >:)

➵ inspo : this ask

“No.”

“Sakusa.”

“Fine.”

It was Friday night which meant it was movie night for the two of you in your shared apartment. Most couples would opt to head out for Friday nights but your boyfriend had insisted that he take you out on weeknights as less people would be out and “Contaminating the air”. So you and Sakusa would have an actual date night every other Wednesday and Fridays were stay-in-nights for the two of you.

This worked out well as Sakusa had no training on a Friday night, finishing at 2pm and you always had Friday off work so both your schedules were clear for each other.

Every week, the two of you would alternate between whose turn it was to pick out a film for the two of you to watch. Sakusa was very particular about the genre’s he’d pick out and would tend to select films no longer than an hour and forty-five minutes maximum. His attention was something that had to be worked for and most of the films the two of you would watch just didn’t meet his requirements to win over his full focus. He’d either fall asleep or find himself silently watching you and seeing all your little reactions during the film seeing as you were able to give your attention to the films all the time.

This week it was your turn to pick and you’d thought over what film you were going to pick over the last few days. You had even gone as far as to ask Atsumu and Hinata what they thought you should pick for the two of you to watch this week seeing as you weren’t exactly spoiled for choice due to Sakusa’s specific preferences.

Atsumu was eager for the two of you to watch a horror insisting he had to know what Sakusa’s reaction would be. You revealed you had already watched a handful and Sakusa hadn’t flinched once but instead critiqued the film production and how “unrealistic” everything was. Atsumu replied he wasn’t surprised over the latter’s lack of response to such films but Hinata suggested a romance film. To this, both you and Atsumu cackled, deeming the idea ridiculous. As if Sakusa would sit down and enjoy a romance film, you had to laugh at the thought.

Hinata didn’t laugh though. He insisted that Sakusa might even enjoy it and anyway, you didn’t have much choice on what to pick anyways so it was worth a shot surely. You agreed but told both boys no promises as to whether you’d get much of a reaction out of him when they asked you to let them know how it played out.

The look of distaste was clear on your boyfriend's face when you selected ‘Titanic’ for the two of you to watch. You turned and raised an eyebrow at his expression.

“Why would you want to watch this? It’s not historically accurate.”

“It’s a film love, of course it’s not going to be one hundred percent historically accurate.” You rolled your eyes and pressed down on the play button despite Sakusa’s resentment.

“I’ll watch but I won’t enjoy it.” He huffed as he sank into the couch letting you cuddle up to his chest as the film started to play.

“We’ll see.” you hummed quietly as the screen darkened.

Sakusa scoffed as the two of you settled down as the starting scene opened.

The film hadn’t even been playing for five minutes when Sakusa decided you were more interesting to watch. He observed the ways your eyes followed Leonardo Di Caprio across the screen. A small smile tugged at your lips as the american actor played his role of the protagonist, Jack, who Sakusa was going to later sympathise with; he just didn’t know it yet.

He could put up with this for the sake of you and he managed to tear his eyes away from you and observe for himself just what it was about this Leonardo guy that had you so captivated that you were able to ignore the ‘boring plot’.

-

“Isn’t he just amazing?” You sighed as you watched Jack and Rose position themself in the iconic Titanic pose on the rail of the boat.

Sakusa grunted.

He half heard you but he found himself somewhat invested in the protagonist's romance. He’d already mentally labelled Rose’s mother a ‘cow’ and Cal, Rose’s finance, ‘an arrogant dick’.

You glanced at your boyfriend due to his lack of response and a small smirk graced your face. He looked genuinely interested. Maybe Hinata was right about Sakusa falling into the trap of investment romance films always seemed to lay out for their viewers. You turned back to the screen to focus on the film yourself but the satisfaction never left your system.

-

It was 11:46PM and the two of you had just finished the film. Small dried tear stains remained on your cheeks as you sat up from Sakusa. The two of you hadn’t spoken for the majority of the film but allowed yourselves to watch the whole thing play out, both of your attention completely held by the screen.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes and tried to rub at the tear stains in the process. You mentally cursed and prayed Sakusa wouldn’t be too upset about your tears potentially dampening his shirt but when you turned to look at him, to your surprise you weren’t met with an agitated face but rather a confused and slightly bothered one.

“Baby… you okay?” You spoke softly as your hand stroked his bicep.

“Y/N, forgive me if I’m wrong and completely missed the point of something but tell me,”

“Tell you what?” you nodded for him to continue.

“Rose was a bitch for leaving Jack wasn’t she.”

“Huh?”

His blunt tone of voice caught you off guard as you tried to hold back your laughter. Sakusa had a completely serious look in his eyes as you tried to contain your amusement at his conclusion of the film.

“There was clearly enough room on the door as she didn’t even try to grab him. Did she really even love him? I would’ve left her raggedy ass behind and swam if she even dared try to act like she was helping me the way she was only half heartedly ‘helping’ Jack.”

At this point you couldn’t hold back any longer as your laugh echoed through the walls of the apartment.

“Sorry? This wasn’t a comedy Y/N, I don’t find murder very funny and I’m concerned that you do.”

“Murder? Sakusa! Hypothermia killed Jack and so many others it was an accident, Rose didn’t murder Jack it was a tough sitauion!” Your laughing had calmed down but a wide smile was still spread across your face as Sakusa tried to understand why you had a lack of anger towards Rose for her ‘betrayal’.

“Whatever, like I said it’s not historically accurate. She’s still a bitch for that though, I don’t sympathise with her at all.”

You stood up and shook your head as Sakusa took your hand and led you back to your bedroom to get into your warm sheets.

“Well I suppose you’re kinda right, there did look like there was enough room but I don't know, it’s a situation they were panicking in so I understand her too.”

The wing spiker grunted and pulled back your sheets letting you climb in first before joining you. You pulled yourself close to Sakusa as curled up beside him, one arm slung over his body. If it were anyone else, Sakusa would’ve gagged and moved to a different bed by now. You were privileged to be able to be close to him like this and Sakusa would never admit out loud just how much he looked forward to going to bed with you cuddled up close to him. It gave him a short while to forget about his germophobia before he’d have to wake up the next morning and leave the apartment for training.

“Goodnight Y/N, I love you and… maybe those films aren’t so bad.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before letting his head sink in the pillows.

“Mhm, I knew you’d like it...I love you.”

The affirmations of love spoken and now the two of you could fall asleep peacefully as you always would. You’d have to thank Hinata later on and tell him and Atsumu all about Sakusa’s interest in the dialogue but for now, being cuddled up with your Titanic enthusiast was your priority till morning.

-

“Hey.”

“Huh? Sakusa? It’s like 3AM? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just… you’d share your door with me right?”

“...Yes, I’d share my door with you.”

“Promise you’d actually try and grab for me too?”

“I promise.”

“Good, just checking. Night, love you.”

“I love you too Sakusa.”

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[borathae]

helloooo Sibi baby, first of all woofffff woof. Wet has me dropping me wet 😮‍💨 yeiu went off. Queen with your writing skills master Sibi. I’m just a mere mortal put on this world to experience your writing. 🤲🏻 infact all the first weeks 7 stories have me clenching so hard that I had to ask my dom bf to allow me to let me have a little gentle femdom session with him. Oh Sibi, the things that do to and make me also do. Okay so, I will once again say chefs kiss to your writing and now I would like to ask you something. So I told my boyfriend about you and your yummy stories. We’ve been pretty much dom, him, sub me since the start of our relationship and since I discovered you(6 months back) i mentioned him the idea of domming him. Soooooo, okay tomorrow we’ve booked a little hotel room and are planning to be intimate but finally playing out this fantasy that you’ve ignited inside of me. Now full disclaimer, it’s consensual and my boyfriends wants this to happen and actually also send his love your way for helping me discover gentle femdom because he secretly had this kink but never knew to bring it up because all he ever saw was garbage pornhub videos and he assumed that men as a dom was just a default settling. Anyways I think I’m rambling too much, OKAY SO now I’ve been tossing and turning in my bed because im super nervous about tomorrow and I just wanted your help. I’ve read each and every one of your story but I feel like non of them kind of show how someone new to dom, (girls perspective) should go about it? Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t have to write it and maybe I could’ve missed something who knows. Most your stories if they have a newbie it’s always the male who is new to experience being dommed. My question being, can you please guide me a little? On how to go about it? If it helps, he wants a very gentle dom and he is into edging. In my mind I’m clear that I’ll wear a sexy two piece set but instruct him to be completely naked and laying on the bed before I enter the room and start the scene. I know I don’t want to touch his cock for atleast 30 mins to tease the shit out of him and make him leak on himself but besides that I’m so blank. I’m so so so blank. Like what do I do for that 30 minutes? Sibi I’m so nervous. Please help me. He isn’t into anal stuff yet, we will get into that slowly. One step at a time so everyone is comfortable and having fun and everything is consensual. Oh and you’d be proud, I’m using the green, yellow, red safewords from your stories in our playtime. You’re such a huge influence in my sex life you have no idea. Okay so please help me out. Give me pointers. Give me 5 top just lust worthy dirty tricks to make him a begging mess before I ever touch his dick. Please help me become the best succubus-esque gentle femdom one could be, please queen Sibi. 🤲🏻 also I’m a such a huge fan and I write to you very often so I will start adding an emoji now since I’ve made you so god dame important in my life. You should know how much I worship you.

🔐

(like the matching lockets of hobi and joonie at jack in the box listening party🤍)

hope 2 hear from u soon soon hopefully before tomorrow 5pm BUT NO PRESSURE OF COURSE AAAHHHHHHHH IM DYING THO

Aah I'm so happy my lil stories helped you discover stuff about yourself!! SA!OC definitely didn't have any ideas of how to dom people before she met Yoongs and I think tct!OC didn't really have experience either fjdsfj or the sense of innocence!OC. I guess I just like writing them already kinda nailing it? because being dominant comes so natural to me ahahha

And as far as your night is concerned. Obviously I have no idea what you or your boyfriend enjoy, so this is gonna be very general advice, which you guys may or may not enjoy.

touch him. i feel like men in heteronormative relationships never really get pampered (looking at all the straight girlies i know who went wait you pamper your man?? to me). So lie him down and feel up every inch of his body. Kiss the parts he likes the most, give him goosebumps with soft touches, praise him for being so handsome, play with his hair, whisper against his ears for those shiversss

a little birdie once whispered to me that it feels especially good on the neck and chest :-) also many (not all obvs.) have sensitive nipples so maybe try stimulating them for a little.

inner thigh kisses. so many of them. hickeys, little soft bites, kisses. inner thighs are sensitive for men too, so worship them.

also okay but armpits and their sides? dance your fingertips/nails down those parts and i can guarantee that they will shiver

massages could work wonders too. they are relaxing and sensual and give you guys a great connection & it gives you an opportunity to feel him up

you can also use the time to "use him for your own pleasure". make him finger you, eat you out, use a toy on you, whatever feeds your taste. just make him make you cum as often as you want to because that's what we girlies deserve and i feel like a real man enjoys making his queen cum 💅🏻

sensory play? something with either feathers tracing his skin, brushes swirling over his body or maybe even something like ice cubes for a little temperature play

Honestly my general advice would be lots of touches and pampering with so many praises about how handsome and good he is. Or if he is a service sub/dom offer him an opportunity for pleasing you (cause bro that would get me going sjfdsj) before really pampering him. Just be sensual with him, that shit is so underrated but so hot.

I hope this can help you. Have fun tonight and remember to always follow the SSC rule. Safe, sane and consensual with lots communication in between 💜

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z JUNKYU (treasure)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

lots of cuddles and stroking your skin. he wants to make you feel calmer than you did even before the scene, calm enough to fall asleep. he can sense when you’re back to being your usual self but the softness doesn’t stop.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he has two favourites on his own body and on you! on him, it’s his lips and his legs. his legs because well it’s junkyu he has fabulous legs duh. and his lips because he constantly notices you staring at them. he bites them on purpose when he sees you staring at them and knows that you want to kiss them 24/7

on you, he likes your hair and your fingers the most. he likes the way your fingers wrap around his dick and how you tease the tip with your index finger, sending him straight to heaven. and he likes to stroke your hair. he knows it sends shivers down your spine when you’re already turned on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he definitely looks forward to seeing you covered in his cum. even if you let him cum inside you, he doesn’t because he wants to see it actually on your body. he lovessss watching it trickle down your fingers before you suck it off them and also clean the remaining liquid off his dick too. he also sometimes has you take selfies on his phone after he’s finished all over your face for a later date.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when you sit by him in your short dresses and skirts, he wants to do nothing more than to slowly inch his hand up your inner thigh and finger you, making you leave a damp patch on the seat, but he’s nervous that other people in the room might notice.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

2 different partners, one of which was a long time girlfriend, the other a one night stand. he can be romantic, he can be distant, he knows it all. he’s still a little shy with saying things out loud, but that doesn’t affect his skill and will happily discuss things via text.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ride him and he’ll be your whiney little bitch. don’t get me wrong, he’s still in charge, but the noises and the faces he pulls have you fooled for a second. he doesn’t have a preference, reverse cowgirl and cowgirl are even, both get him to cum quicker than any other position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s a silly guy, you think that’s gonna stop just because he’s got his dick out? he’s so loving, even if you are friends with benefits, he just wants to make you smile and to make you feel comfortable and safe, as well as making himself feel comfortable too. a tense atmosphere is only saved for those scenes where you are mad at each other.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s always completely shaved. balls too :)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a huge romantic and is solely focused on you. even if he’s desperate, he’s still gonna make it loving and share lots of intimate moments with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he takes his time when it comes to masturbation. he wants to set the scene in his mind as takes a lot to actually turn him on when you aren’t there. he usually gets off at his desk to those pics he’s taken of you or to just his imagination. he gets caught by his members a lot, but he somehow convinces them he’s just working on a song.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves when you call him sir or master, especially when you look at him all innocently. it lets him know that you know your place and that he has you wrapped around his little finger. call him one of these in a sfw context and that’s when you know you’re in for a good time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

studio or at his desk in his room. although it not ideal for his job, the best sex usually happens when you’re distracting him from something you can tell that he’s stressed with. giving him head while he’s working or while he’s gaming usually gets him really turned on and as much as he’s saying that you guys can’t do anything at the time, you definitely can and will.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

pictures of you! it’s not secret that he has a folder of pictures of you that he uses to get off to. your selfie’s alone really turn him on, especially the ones where you have your fingers in your mouth. but of course there’s plenty of nudes and little teasers in there too. and those pics of your face covered in him cum of course.

lingerie!! boy loves seeing you in the sexiest pieces and sets, so much so that he doesn’t mind splashing the cash and buying you some as a “just because” gift. he’s very gentle (most of the time) and does not rip them because they’re stunning on you! but sometimes he gets carried away and tugs on them a little too much while pulling you towards him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no food play. it’s too messy and too much of a hassle after a scene when he’s super tired.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

my mind always goes to junkyu getting head under his desk while he’s producing a song, tell me that wouldn't be hot. i can imagine him to be quite whiney but he just lets you do your thing without telling you how to suck it. running the underneath of your tongue over the tip is for sure something that he CRAVES. if he asks he gets, but he just wants you to do it anyway without even being asked.

his oral skills aren’t anything special, they’re good enough, but he gets you so worked up beforehand that the slightest touch will make you cum. he loves to press little kisses against your inner thighs before actually getting to eating you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most times, he wants it slow. he wants to drag out every last moment and make the most of everything and so he keeps the pace slow. he doesn’t wanna tire you or himself out, knowing that you’ll both crave more after the first round. but sometimes he’s a little desperate, there’s nothing slow about it when he’s like this.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s not a fan at first, but you soon show him the wonders of quickies in a vacant room where you can get caught, and he’s craving them all the damn time. he becomes a quickie lover and sometimes all he needs is to be satisfied for a while.

honestly though, he wouldn’t choose them over somewhere comfortable like your bedroom and wonders why you’d rather do stuff quickly when you could just wait a few more hours and get ruined properly. if only he understood that sometimes, you just cannot wait, and that it’s all his fault.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he gets excited at just the mere thought of experiments and venturing into a new world with you. the potential danger of literally anything out of the ordinary happening is something that really gets him going. he’s down to try anything once if you are, but he gets a little shy about discussing them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

usually 2 rounds with a small break in the middle for water and such. he can last around 15 minutes per round inside of you and he’s pretty proud of himself for that lmao, especially since he’s receiving head for like 20 mins lol

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves knowing that you use toys when he’s not around, it gets him horny to think about you holding a vibrator against your clit while you think about him. but i don’t think such toys would be welcome in the bedroom while he was there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

angry/jealous sex, there is no teasing at all. he gets what he wants and that’s it, there’s nothing in it for you (or so he thinks). if you don’t cum that’s your problem because he’s given you ample opportunity.

normal, “everyday” sex, is full of teasing, especially when it comes to giving you oral/foreplay. there’s lots of kissing, lots of orgasm denial and LOTS of touches and kisses. pressing light kisses onto your clothed clit was his signature move, just one had you wanting to cum sometimes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s whiney as FUCK okay. he’s very loud,you can definitely hear him, maybe even some other people too hehe. sometimes he sends you voice notes of him moaning when he knows you’re horny and alone. he’s not really into dirty talk because he doesn’t want to say anything that will ruin the mood.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he runs his hand through his hair A LOT while you two are being intimate, especially when your lips are wrapped around his length. usually his hair gets sweaty and also, he wants to see you, so you catch him brushing it out of his face a lot.

he’s definitely a tits man. he loves to hold them, sleep on them, suck on them, whatever you/he wants. he holds them while he fucks you because he knows it hurts, it’s a win win. they aren’t always sexual to him either, they’re just another part of you that he can admire (but he’s too shy to compliment you on them and also thinks it would be kinda weird if he did lol)

he. kisses. you. constantly. the kisses are often broken by the thrusts but he doesn’t care and he actually thinks it makes the whole thing more romantic.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

just over average length with a litter under average thickness. i think he’s a show-er too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly, not that high. he goes through spells of not wanting any to wanting it twice a day, but on the whole, it's not extraordinarily high nor low

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s pretty tired, but he doesn’t want to fall asleep until you have or you’ve said it’s okay for him to sleep. he’s a little groggy so you usually make him go to sleep whenever, but it’s also really cute 🥺