#focused on the shoes for this one!! it was fun :D

[raepliica]

snuggle your buddy on a cold night to keep him warm👍👍

[artslovergirl]

red wine supernova

recently divorced!tashi duncan x reader

notes: cw: age gap of 9 years! reader is a girlfailure loser who would sell her soul for one chance with tashi duncan, tashi being a twilight fan mention (tashi duncan weird girl agenda), reader is the biggest tashi apologist ever she does not gaf, artashi caught a stray in this im sorry i promise i love them, commas are just fun accessories to me, if you read all of this i will give kiss ur heart and soul, i love u chappell roan thank u for this song, tashi duncan a girlfriend WILL save you in this

wordcount: 9.6k (omfg)

she was a playboy, brigitte bardot

she showed me things, i didn't know

you met tashi duncan by complete accident. like actually.

you didn't meet her in the stands at a match for any of the new players she's coaching or some fundraiser or gala that only rich people would attend. you met her at the grocery store. you remember it pretty specifically because the memory makes you crumple up in embarrassment every time. 

you turned your shopping cart around the corner, your mind being laser focused on getting green tea because you forgot it last week and you were almost out and you also forgot your grocery list at home which means you’ll inevitably buy everything BUT the stuff that you need and- 

is that tashi donaldson? you stopped in your tracks, it felt like your whole system had been reset. holy shit. that IS her.

she was wearing a tight black top, designer pants with three golden necklaces (that you were sure cost more than your laptop) and her bob was thrown into a short low ponytail.

you felt like a deer in headlights considering that you’d never really met a celebrity before. i mean, you had only gotten into watching tennis a couple of years ago ( at first only because of your stupid ex boyfriend, but now you enjoyed it genuinely…and you enjoyed it as a way to spite him a little too.) but still she counted as a celebrity to you. 

a celebrity you find crazy hot. oh god and of course you looked severely terrible right now. you had just thrown on the first outfit you saw and threw your unwashed hair up with a claw clip. also you had not cared enough to put on shoes and were just wearing slippers.

great. not as if you wearing a cocktail dress and having a blowout would have really changed anything but maybe you did have the fantasy that if you looked hot enough you could seduce this powerful gorgeous rich woman. not that it matters now since that wasn't what was happening at all.

should you say something? no, right? you'd imagine that no one would really want to be disturbed by a fan while shopping for groceries of all things. then again, she didn't even have a shopping cart. or a basket. so maybe it would be fine? what was she even doing here? you highly doubted that you and tashi fucking donaldson were in the same tax bracket.

she should be at erewhon or whatever that store for rich people that get off on paying 30 dollars for bread is called. fuck it, you were gonna say something. you gingerly walked up to her, noting that the closer you got the more intimidating her presence felt. 

“hey, i'm so sorry to bother you but are you tashi d-” before you could get out the rest of your sentence your gaze fell onto the tabloids that were propped up on the shelf behind her. on the covers stood in big fat neon yellow letters “DONALDSONS DIVORCE? Is this it for the Tennis-IT couple?”

oh, right. divorce. fuck. what is it now…duncan or donaldson? fuck. tashi obviously noticed the sudden break in your sentence and the way your eyes were glued to something behind her. she turned around, saw the unmissable headline, huffed and turned back to you. “just duncan is fine.” she said, staring down at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.

you felt your stomach drop in shame and suddenly really prayed that the floor would open up and just swallow you whole so you wouldn't have to continue embarrassing yourself in front of one of the hottest women you had ever seen.

“right, i'm so sorry, i didn't want to be rude but uh.. that just now made me seem very rude.” you awkwardly stammered, drumming your fingers against the warm plastic handle of your shopping cart. your hands were sweating. 

to your relief she just gave you a small smile and shook her head, “don't worry about it, this isn't the first time this has happened.” you were honestly surprised at her nonchalance. in your mind she could have pulled out a gun and shot you point blank for that and you would've probably forgiven her. 

“ah..yeah..still. sorry. um, i just came over to say that im um..a big fan. i mean, ever since you started coaching hayden and torres, their game totally changed, its insane.” you felt like you were forgetting to breathe because your entire focus was on making a somewhat good impression and hopefully making her forget what just happened.

tashi seemed a little amused by your nervous energy, that's something at least. “thank you, they were already great players just needed some refinement.” she looked you up and down. you felt a shiver run up your body as if her gaze had physically touched you.

“ah, well, yeah, i just mean if you compare this season to last season..um..anyway..” you shifted from foot to foot anxiously. she was so hot. a faint smirk tugged at her lips.

“do you play?” 

“hm?” 

“tennis?”

 “oh!”

you shook your head quickly. “no, no, i'm far too unathletic for that.” you chuckled to divert from the fact that you had been so caught up in mentally drooling over her that you made her specify tennis.

“uh, plus the barrier to entry is a bit too expensive for me. i mean rackets and lessons and all that..” you fiddled with the hem of your worn down sweater. you're pretty sure you've had this sweater since middle school and now you were wearing it while meeting the hottest woman alive. tashi duncans gaze felt like the sun, and for some reason she insisted on making very intense eye contact with you. 

“right. well maybe you can give it a try one day, i think it would suit you.”

does this make you now legally obligated to play tennis? it really feels like it. you feel heat crawl up your neck.

“ha…really?” you sound like you're gasping for air. 

she looked you up and down again. jesus christ. “mhm.” 

okay, well, you were on the verge of passing out and she really wasnt giving you a lot to work here conversation wise so you just squeaked out, “um…do you mind signing something?” she seemed a little surprised for a second like she had forgotten the reason you had come up to her in the first place, but after a short moment she nodded. “sure.” 

you rummaged through your messy bag, trying to find anything signable (yeah, you hadn't really thought asking for a signature through) but luckily you quickly found your daily planner and a random hello kitty pen you genuinely didn't remember buying.

you began thumbing through your planner until you found a blank page and quickly handed the two items to her for her to sign.

you felt awkward just watching her sign so you pretended to browse the aisles with your gaze until the handed the small book and pen back to you.

“thank you so much!” you eagerly took it and stuffed it back in your bag. “sorry for taking up your time.” you chuckled sheepishly.

“its really not a problem. it was nice meeting you.” you were genuinely about to melt into the floor. “u-um..oh! yeah, it was really really nice meeting you too!” you nodded a little too intensely.

you exchanged small waves before you watched her disappear down an aisle. as soon as she was out of earshot you exhaled sharply and you draped your torso over your shopping cart like a ragdoll.

oh my god.

put her canine teeth

in the side of my neck

later that evening (after unpacking your groceries and realizing that you had indeed forgotten to buy green tea) you read through every article written on the donaldson's relationship and recent divorce.

you even paid for the ones hidden behind paywalls.

you felt a little ashamed of it, since you knew a lot of these journalists loved to exaggerate for the sake of drama but you just..wanted to know everything.

and you stumbled across a particular article that left you...gob-smacked for a lack of a better term. it was titled:

‘what really happened at the phil’s tire town challenger?’

you remember vaguely hearing about that a couple months ago...maybe a year ago? but you didn't think much of it at the time. but this? this article revealed everything that was truly beneath the surface of that match.

it revealed relationship entanglements between tashi her (now ex) husband and her ex-boyfriend that led all the way back to 2006. you were honestly a little concerned how they even got this much information.

you should probably be scandalized or shocked or whatever but honestly all you could think was: what a woman. she made two guys play a fucking tennis match not to win the us open juniors singles title but to win her number? what a fucking woman.. 

the next day you opened up your planner to write down an appointment you had just booked when you were greeted by tashi’s signature. before you could swoon and admire her pretty handwriting you noticed something you hadn't seen when haphazardly throwing the planner into your bag earlier. a string of neatly written numbers under her autograph. holy shit. she gave you her number.

i'm in the hallway waitin' for ya

mini skirt and my go-go boots

“is this too short? or like…just short enough?”

you did a small twirl for your roommate, aubrey, who you had been subjecting to a fashion show of different skirts for the past ten minutes.

“show me the back again?” she was half paying attention to you, half scrolling twitter. you turned around. “you cant see my ass right? i don't want to flash her. leave a little mystery y'know.”

she looked up for a second and then nodded, “no, you're good. just pick that one.” you huffed at her lack of taking this seriously. to be fair you hadn't told her that the “recently divorced slightly older woman” you’d be seeing was tashi duncan but still! where’s the support!

you looked back in the mirror…hm…this one did look cute while not showing off too much. also you only had an hour left until the meeting and you still had to put on the rest of the outfit and style your hair, so this one would have to do.

“okay, thanks, love you, bye.” you hurriedly skipped to your room. “hey! you left all your shit all over the floor!” aubrey yelled after you pointing towards the mountain of clothes you had discarded after mixing and matching outfits.

“i'll pick it up later!” you yelled back as you slammed the door behind you and you could faintly hear her responded with a groan. whatever! this was literally the opportunity of a lifetime! you were going on a FUCKING DATE with the hottest woman to ever live who just also happened to be insanely rich and one of the most iconic figures in the tennis world.

you must've been a nurse or a doctor or something equally charitable in a past life to deserve this.

okay, well, to be fair…you weren't 100 percent sure if this was…actually a date? but you also didn't know what else she could possibly mean by meeting. what actual business would she have to discuss with a 24-year old college dropout who doesn't even play tennis?

you had texted a little bit with tashi since that fateful day, three weeks ago, when you discovered her number in your planner. you still had no clue why she gave it to you but you weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

the many drafts you had crafted for the first message to her were still in your notes app and looking back on it, each one seemed more pathetic than the last.

the one you ended up sending was okay, not great, but you quickly realized that tashi preferred calling to texting anyway. which suited you just fine because her style of texting was far more formal than you were used to (i.e. she capitalized the appropriate words and used periods at the end of her sentences.)

and it always made you just a tad nervous she was mad at you or something. for about two weeks now, it had almost become routine to receive a call from tashi at exactly 10 pm, which was when she always did her nightly routine.

you knew that because you could always faintly hear her changing into a night robe and applying various lotions and cleansers. it made your heart beat three times faster thinking about the fact that even with how busy she was, she worked to somehow fit you in.

the first calls were..a little clunky and awkward mostly due to the fact that you could barely hear anything she said over the booming sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

but as soon as you made her laugh for the first time all that anxiety seemed to just dissipate. it made you realize she wasn't asking you to perform for her, and she seemingly enjoyed you the way you are.

after that, each conversation flowed much easier and even though you seemingly didn't have much in common on the surface, you found yourselves talking for an hour every night.

the topics didn't matter, because every topic was exciting and made you giggle and kick your feet as long as you were talking about it with her. 

you sat down at your desk and examined yourself in the small vanity mirror that stood on it. you huffed and quickly began messing around with your hair and touching up your makeup until you were finally satisfied with the results.

and then right on time your phone started buzzing aggressively on your small desk, effectively scaring the shit out of you, with a reminder that you had to leave like right now to catch the subway.

you checked yourself out in the mirror one last time. you took a deep breath. okay..okay..you looked good. hot. super hot definitely. hot enough to go on a date with tashi duncan? well, no, no one would ever achieve such a thing but you got close enough.

you grabbed your small purse and rushed out of your room to quickly strap on your heels in the hallway. as you shut the front door behind you, you heard aubrey shout after you “good luck, hope you get fingered!”

a girl can dream.

okay, really, you didn't need to be running.

you had left with like 20 minutes buffer time to get to her place just in case something went wrong but..you somehow needed to get that pent up anxiety out lest you end up vomiting it all out later.

but as you began booking it down your street towards the subway station a loud honking violently stopped you in your tracks.

you automatically whipped your head around to look for the origin of the noise. there was a sleek black car parked right in front of your shitty but overpriced new york apartment complex. there's no way that belonged to anyone living here. you were a little tempted to keep running since this seemed sketchy as hell.

the car honked again and the driver leaned out the window, he was dressed in some kind of uniform? “i’m here to pick you up for miss duncan?” he raised a brow like he wasn't sure if you were really the one he was here for.

maybe because you were staring at him like you’d never seen a chauffeur before. huh. now that you think about it, you actually had never seen a chauffeur before.

“oh..um..tashi duncan?” you almost whispered like it was a secret that needed to be kept. he gave you a look. rude.

“yes. tashi duncan.” he replied. “um..i don't mean to be rude but is there like..confirmation for that? because..i don't just want to get in some guy's car.”

the driver already seemed fed up with you. at that moment your phone buzzed again but this time with a text message from none other than the woman of your dreams. 

“I sent you a ride. I think the subway is far too dangerous for you to take this late.” 

talk about timing. you looked up from your phone and shot the driver an apologetic smile as you quickly clambered into the backseat.

wow, this is a fancy ass car. and it had that weird new car smell. you knew that most people liked it but it just made you dizzy for some reason.

now that you didn't have to worry about arriving on time, you could stop freaking out about that and instead freak out about the fact that..

holy shit, she sent a car for you! you weren't quite sure if this was like a for real chauffeur or just a very fancy uber but you didn't care because it just made you so giddy. like this was definitely confirmation that this was a date, right? right? yes, totally…possibly! 

it was also a little exciting to receive this kind of treatment, especially from a woman like her. 

shortly before you arrived you checked your reflection in the car's tinted window. you pulled out your shimmery cherry scented lip gloss and applied it generously until you could see your lips shine. perfect!

breathe in, breathe out, this will go fine. this will go perfectly. you gave yourself an encouraging nod (and immediately cringed at yourself for it.) 

you mumbled a quick thanks to the driver and quickly got out as soon as the car slowed to a stop. your 2 inch heeled boots could be heard clacking against the pavement as you walked towards probably the most luxurious apartment complex you had ever seen.

it was very much “insanely wealthy recent divorcee” chique.

then you noticed the door man who was already looking at you a little weirdly, probably because you had stumbled towards the apartment like a newborn fawn.

“um, hello.” you gave a polite smile. “i’m um..here to visit tashi duncan?” you didn't know why you phrased it like a question, you should really be more assertive, this was all just so unusual for you.

“right. youre miss y/ln?” your heart fluttered..because this meant she had informed him prior to your visit and that this was all real and happening. “yes.” you nodded quickly and even showed your ID even though he insisted it really wasn't necessary. 

on the elevator ride up you could feel anxiety in the form of nausea burrow itself through your stomach lining. oh, god. this would be fine. ding. the doors opened. 

you were immediately enveloped by the warm scent of cinnamon mixed with fresh laundry and expensive perfume. that scent seemed to go through your nose and slowly invade each part of your body until it softly curled up in your heart, making you yearn to never smell anything but this ever again. you took a cautious step out of the elevator and took in your surroundings. 

it wasn't a surprise that this apartment was maybe…5 times the size of yours? maybe 6? it seemed huge from just the size of the entryway. the color scheme was quite neutral, with a lot of white and earthy tones which you could appreciate.

it gave everything a sense of calm and comfort. it was well-decorated too, which you had already expected but evidence of her having good taste only made you even more attracted to her. 

you must've spaced out because all of a sudden the woman herself stood in front of you. and she was an absolute vision. the soft warm lights of the apartment bathed her in its glow making her dainty golden jewelry glimmer, her short gently curled locks fell around her defined face like a silk curtain, her skin shimmered like fresh morning dew and the pearl colored dress she wore accentuated her chest and wrapped around her hips like honey. 

“hey.” she smiled softly as she took a step closer. you were NOT gods strongest soldier in this moment. or any moment. but especially this one.

all the nerves you had gotten over during the phone calls returned full force now that she actually stood in front of you, looking like a muse. you weren't sure if you could handle all that to be perfectly frank.

“h..hi. thank you for..sending the ride.” you stammered out in a low breath. “i wasn't really looking forward to having to endure the smell of urine for an hour on the subway..” you continued just because the silence made you nervous. 

“it’s no problem. i figured as much. plus i couldn't possibly make you take the subway to our first date, hm?” she said it like that sentence alone didn't put you at serious risk for spontaneous combustion.

so this was a date! you didn't even notice but you were absolutely beaming at her. “oh..well..yeah, um..thank you, anyway.” your front teeth caught your bottom lip in their grasp. you could feel her slender fingers wrap around your wrist and she gently led you through her apartment, you weren't sure where to.

but you didn't care, wherever she wanted you to be that's where you would go. “you have really good taste..like..decorating wise and stuff” your voice was still shaky but you were feeling a bit more at ease now that she had confirmed that this was in fact a date. 

she looked back at you over her shoulder. “you like it?” she smiled. “yeah!” you nodded a little too eagerly, “it's very..hm..calming. i think. and very chique.” she let out a bemused exhale through her nose at your use of the word ‘chique’. “i appreciate it.” she assured you with a small glimmer of something in her eyes.

i just want you to make a move

so slow down, sit down, it's new

in the center of her spacious dining room stood a circular glass table which was set up beautifully with candles flickering gently while they illuminated the two plates that you could now see carried your favorite dinner. (huh, so that's why she asked you about that yesterday.) the plates were accompanied by two wine glasses and a small dish of creme brulee set to the side. 

you were honest to god speechless. i mean… i mean , what do you even say in this situation. the fact that this woman was evidently just as enamored with you as you were with her was something you still had difficulty comprehending.

everything moved so quickly and yet at the same time these past two weeks felt like they stretched over months.

she gently led you towards the chair, you could feel the gentle pressure of her hand against the small of your back. you tried to remember to breathe.

you took a seat and she headed over to the counter that connected her dining room and kitchen. she grabbed the two wine bottles that you hadn't even noticed until that very moment.

she held them up and asked, “red wine or white?” to be truthful, you had never really drunk wine before. you vaguely remember having it once on your 20th birthday, but not ever since. that made you feel a little immature, so instead of admitting this you just blurted out, “white?” out of sheer panic.

she nodded and carried both bottles over to the table and poured white wine in your glass and red wine in hers. looking at the glasses you secretly wondered if this meant kissing her later would now taste like rosé. 

as she took her seat across from you the candlelight highlighted her face in the most flattering way, defining her sharp features while somehow softening them at the same time as she sat before you.

one thing that was the exact same in real life as it was on tv and photos, was tashi's intense gaze. at first it made you anxious but now it simply excited you. you almost reveled in it. you wanted her gaze to be on you. to pin you down. 

“i have one rule for tonight.” she spoke up after taking a sip of her wine. your eyes widened a little, like a curious fox you tilted your head to prompt her to continue. “no tennis talk.” she said with a certain seriousness. oh. phew. that you could certainly handle. and it wasn't very surprising either. most people didn't enjoy shop-talk during dates.

“that is gonna be no problem for me.” you chuckled with slight relief. “i mean, not that i would really have that much to say about it anyway. i'm more of a casual fan anyway.” you shot her a quick sheepish grin, quietly fidgeting with the hem of your miniskirt under the table. 

you could see a faint smile play on her lips in response. silence could only fill the room for a mere second before you spoke again, “i kind of have to admit um..i’m a little nervous.”

to say that you were stating the obvious was an understatement.

“i could tell. you don't have to be.” she reached over and gently ran a finger over the back of your hand, tracing your veins. you shivered.

“i know, it’s just…i don't know. i want this to go well.” you nervously looked up to meet her gaze. “it will.” she hummed.

“we’ll just talk, like on the phone.” her voice was like a soothing balm to your pounding heart. “yeah, but it's different. like..being here. a..and..i..”

should you admit it? you were almost sure she wouldn't care, yet you were riling yourself up about it. she raised a brow. “i've never really..like i don't have any experience with women.”

she intertwined your hand with hers. “that's okay, i mean, the last time i was with a girl was like..college.” she chuckled wryly.

she continued, “really, that doesn't matter to me. i just wanna get to know you.” she reassured you as she squeezed your hand. in that moment she made you feel so seen and so safe with such ease that you wanted to cry a little.

but obviously, you wouldn't, because that would be supremely lame to do on a first date..okay, tearing up did not count! (thankfully she did you the kindness of not pointing it out.)

i like, i like, what you like, what you like

long hair, no bra, that's my type, that's right

after her reassurance, your nervousness started to slowly ebb away and your conversation started to flow more naturally again.

the dinner was long done by this point and you now sat next to her on the couch with your legs almost touching hers. you were already feeling a small buzz in your system that led to you feeling very giggly as you sipped on your second glass of white wine.

tashi was currently recounting the story of her first and last frat party she went to at stanford, to be honest, you were only paying half attention. you tried very hard (really, you did) to not stare at her lips but it was getting harder and harder the more tipsy you got and you were definitely laughing way too much at her story to overcompensate.

you knew she noticed because she leaned a little closer, her arm leaning on the backrest of the couch, “you are not listening to me at all right now.” she huffed playfully, a smirk dancing over the very soft-looking lips.

“what?” you giggled and subtly shifted so her thighs were fully touching yours now. “no, i'm listening.” you tried so hard not to grin but the way she was looking at you just made you want to smile and giggle and kick your feet.

“what did i just say then?” she raised a brow and leaned even closer. you could smell her perfume and it made you dizzy. “uh…umm..” you scrunched up your nose in thought. “some guy..did..something?”

she rolled her eyes but you could tell she was only teasing, “good guess.”

“what, so youre gonna tell me i'm wrong?” you challenged playfully. “i’m saying you're not paying attention.” she hummed, her hand reaching out to gently play with your hair which made you feel the urge to curl up in her lap like a cat.

ooh, okay, you were gonna go for it now because you were justttt tipsy enough to not cringe at yourself flirting. you leaned forward, you could feel her breath on your cheek, “can you blame me?” you muttered, now unabashedly staring at her lips.

she seemed caught off guard by your sudden forwardness but she certainly didn't seem to mind it. her head tilted down a little until her nose brushed yours, “i guess not.” she grinned like she knew she had you in the palm of her hand. and she was right.

you wanted to kiss her so bad in this moment that if she asked for it, you were certainly not above getting on your knees and begging. your fingertips trailed over her thigh and you were looking up at her with the most pathetic ‘please kiss me’ eyes you could manage.

apparently that worked on her because before you could form another thought you felt her lips brush yours and everything in your mind screeched to a halt. your breath hitched and you eagerly reciprocated, the hand resting on her thigh tensing slightly.

you could feel her ringer-clad fingers travel down to your waist and squeeze gently which elicited the most embarrassing whimper out of you.

you could feel her smile into the kiss in response. subconsciously almost, you leaned even closer to press against her like you were trying to mold yourself to fit against her body like a puzzle piece.

one of your hands tentatively traced over her chest. you already knew she wasn't wearing a bra, since her dress had very thin straps but exposed no bra straps. but to actually somewhat feel it through the silky fabric clinging to her curves felt life-altering.

her other hand began to reach up to gently caress the back of your head, tangling her fingers in your hair, to draw you closer into the kiss. 

you weren't sure if it was because she was older and more experienced or if it was because you'd never kissed a woman before or maybe everyone you've ever made out with before her sucked but if you were honestly not sure if you could ever kiss anyone but her again after this.

it was like she had been given a manual on you and your body and she knew every single button she had to press to make you gasp and yearn for more. it could also be because she could probably do anything and you’d find it hot.

the kiss turned messier and deeper, your noses were bumping and smushing against each other and you were pretty sure some of her hair was caught in the kiss at one point but neither of you realized nor cared.

all you could think of, all you could feel, all you could smell, all you could hear was tashi. she was everything and everywhere. it was like anything outside of this moment suddenly didn't exist anymore.

until she pulled back. without even realizing it, your lips chased after hers for one last kiss before allowing it to end. it was only then that you noticed how out of breath you truly were. you inhaled shakily. her hand rested on your neck, rubbing gentle circles with her fingers. you couldn't meet her gaze without giggling.

but at least you weren't alone, as she couldn't stop grinning either. you leaned your forehead against her shoulder, tilting your head slightly so you could look up at her.

your entire body felt like it was radiating warmth, but it felt nice. you let out another bashful chuckle, “is the first date too early to say that i really like you?”

tashi’s heart jumped at your words. ha, like? she couldnt remember the last time she had heard someone say they ‘really liked’ her. maybe college? but after a near decade of a marriage that fizzled out as pathetically as a candle in the rain, she found herself excited at the prospect. she found herself excited in general actually, which had almost become a foreign feeling to her these past few years.

all the heart-pounding, late-night calls, first kisses, she hadn't realized until this moment how much she had truly yearned for this feeling again. the feeling of something fresh, of a beginning, of something exciting, of you.

you made her feel a sudden spark of connection to a part of herself she had thought died back on the court at stanford along with her career.

you made her feel like tashi duncan. and after 8 years of being tashi donaldson, she fucking craved that.

“i dont think there's a rule for that.” as she looked down at you, her smile was still as present as ever. “but i really like you too.”

by the time you left her apartment complex it was already midnight. you two had spent the time mostly talking, making out some more, finally checking the time, being walked out by her, getting distracted and making out some more in her entryway, and then actually leaving with two new lovebites on your neck.

the doorman from earlier gave you a knowing look as you stumbled out of the elevator which you did not appreciate. tashi paid for some fancy uber to drive you home again and as soon as you got home you let yourself collapse onto your bed basking in the lingering buzz of tashi's touch spreading through each and every cell in your body. you squeaked and giggled into your pillow.

“so. did it happen?” you sat up in surprise as your roommate suddenly appeared in your doorway. it was like she faded into rooms sometimes with how quiet she was. “i told you to knock.” you complained. “also did what happen?” you raised a brow.

“did you..” she made a crude gesture with her hand. “man, get out!” you threw a plushie at her as she quickly retreated back into the living room, snickering to herself. 

well, back at my house

i got a california king

okay, maybe it's a twin bed

and some roommates, don't worry we're cool!

“no, she’s out for the night.” you mumbled in answer tashi’s question about your roommates whereabouts while continuing to jiggle your keys as you struggled with unlocking the door.

you’d called your landlord 6 times already on this piece of shit lock and how it was near impossible to open without brute force, he promised to fix it…take a wild guess if he ever did.

so now said lock was embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend (well, you had started calling her that in your head but were too cowardly to actually ask) because it was kind of making it look like you had lied about having an apartment and were now trying to break into some other persons place.

“this stupid thing never works..” you grumble. you shot her an apologetic look, “sorry, the locks kinda finicky.”

with one more brutal tug (one that really hurt your hand a lot but you were going to pretend like it didn't because for some reason you still wanted to impress her) the lock finally clicked and the door opened. you sighed in relief.

“its a pretty small place.” you said as you let her into your apartment and shut the door behind her. you knew she wouldn't care and she had assured you that so many times. plus you couldnt meet up at her place like you had the last few months because apparently her ex-husband was there currently for whatever reason.

you werent really keen on meeting him, nor was tashi it seems. as you walked down the narrow hallway, leading her to your room you suddenly shrieked and jumped back into tashi’s chest in shock. she instinctively caught you and put her arms around you which would have made your heart flutter under normal circumstances but right now your heart was preoccupied trying to regain its normal rhythm.

“what the hell!” you groaned, holding your chest recovering from the jumpscare of your roommate sitting on the couch. she looked up. “oh, whats up.” she nodded to you and then nodded to tashi, “hey, im aubrey.”

before tashi could greet her back you interrupted, “aubrey! what the hell are you doing home, you said you’d be out for the night!” you said in a tone mixed between anger and whining. “felix got food poisoning.” she shrugged, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. “what? is he okay?” your eyes furrowed in concern. “yeah, he’s cool. he got dared to eat gas station sushi.” “what? that's-” you looked back at tashi realizing that this conversation made your friends seem a little childish.

“whatever just…do you have to be here right now?” you huffed. “chill, im not gonna cockblock you.” usually you loved your roommate but right now you wanted to strangle her.

“oh-kay.” you gave up, covered your face in embarrassment and quickly dragged tashi to your room before aubrey could make things even worse with her crudeness and her propensity for embarrassing you in front of guests.

you slammed the door shut with your foot. “sorry, that's..uh my roommate..she’s…yeah.” tashi chuckled, rubbing her thumb over your wrist in the way that always soothed you. “relax, okay? i'm not gonna start clutching my pearls.”

you exhaled through your noise and nodded, “right, yeah, i was just caught off guard. i wanted us to be alone.” you sighed, leaning your head on her shoulder.

she was a bit taller than you, especially in heels, which you really liked. “we are alone.” she pressed a kiss to you earlobe. “you know what i mean!” you groaned.

once again she seemed amused by your tendency for dramatics when in distress. “also the walls are thin.” you pouted. “well, we don't always have to-” “yeah but i wanted to!” she looked over her shoulder at your bed, “you have a twin bed” she snorted.

“so? we could've made it work.”

“i'm sorry baby but as soon as i left college i vowed to never have sex in a twin bed again” she laughed lowly.

“youre mean.” you whined into the crook of her neck. “mhm..” she gave your back a small pat, “now c'mon, you promised a room tour remember?”

you raised your head to give her a look, reaching out your arm to gesture at the small space. “what's there to give a tour of? this thing is a shoebox.”

“don't be like that. cmonnn~” she nudged you with her elbow. ugh, you were nothing if not weak for her. “fine.” you cleared your throat to get into your best ‘real estate agent voice’.

“over here is the “walk-in closet”-” you made air quotes with your fingers. “-but you can really only stand in it. also the door hinge is broken so the door doesn't close.” you demonstrated by pushing the door which wouldn't budge. “this-” you pointed to the woven hamper-like chest that stood at the foot of your bed, “is where i keep like..everything i couldn't fit anywhere else. not interesting.” you shrug.

“i dont know, sounds interesting to me..” you looked back at tashi, she was leaning against your creaky wooden desk and was looking at you in that way that always made your legs shaky.

she looked at you like you were the most interesting, entertaining thing in the world, with her gaze warm and her lips quirked up in a soft smile.

“what?” you said as you narrowed your eyes at her, “stop that.” you forced yourself to look away from her.

“stop what?” she leaned her torso forward with a teasing smirk.

“the look.”

“what look?”

“tashi.” you stepped in between her legs and glared. her slightly crooked front tooth showed as she grinned, “what i cant look at my girlfriend?”

FULL STOP. full. stop. did she just call you her girlfriend? oh, how the heavens have smiled upon you this day, truly. from the woman herself, you were officially tashi duncan's fucking GIRLFRIEND.

the shock must've been extremely visible on your face because she tilted her head in confusion a little, “what?” you snap out of the celebration you had been holding in your brain and stumble over yourself a little, “huh? no, nothing-”

your voices overlap as tashi says, “are we not?-” “no, we are!” “because i thought-” “no, no, we are, we are!”

no way in hell you were gonna let tashi think you didnt want to be her girlfriend, actually no fucking way!

there's a short moment of silence. “we just never talked about it. so i wasn't sure. but i really want it. like want you. like i really want to be your girlfriend,” you couldn't get the words out fast enough.

tashi chuckled softly as she shook her head, “i thought we made it official on the fifth date?” you giggled in surprise, “what? i would've remembered that!” “we were talking about exes-” “mhm..” “and then you asked if i felt ready for a new relationship already and i said yes.”

you blinked, “okay but thats not making it official.” she huffed out a small laugh, “what did you need me to spell it out?” “...yes?” she pulled you in closer by your waist, “mh, fine, then..” she paused for dramatic effect, “...will you be my girlfriend?”

you snickered, “do you feel very high-school right now?” she let out a dry laugh, “i feel super high-school but i'm willing to do that for you.”

you wrapped your arms around her neck, “and i'm very appreciative. i would love to be your girlfriend.” you smiled into the kiss. yeah, you’d also agree to marry her this very second if she asked but obviously you weren't gonna tell her that. that seemed more like a tenth date conversation.

after almost convincing tashi to break her rule about having sex in a twin bed but ultimately having your roommate ruin the mood by blasting some horror movie in the living room you decided to just put a movie on yourself.

the bed was a little cramped but eventually you managed to find a comfy position with half of your body draped over her chest, your head resting on her shoulder and her head leaning against yours.

the laptop rested on your thighs as you scrolled through netflix trying to find anything interesting to watch with her. you felt her body shift a little bit when you hovered over a specific movie.

you chuckled looking up at her, “twilight?” “oh, i mean, if you want.” she shrugged trying to feign nonchalance. “do you want?” you raised your brows teasingly.

"i don't care.”

“mhhh..i think you do.” you sat up with a shiteating grin.

“i think somebody had a twilight phase…”

she snorted and glanced to the side, knowing she had been caught red-handed. “i was like 20 when the movie came out, thats silly.”

“mhm. did you read the book?”

silence.

“knew it. caught you!  i caught you. give it up.” you nudged her shoulder. she rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amusement, “yeah, fine, i had a twilight phase, whatever.”

you bounced up and down a little in excitement, pretty much beaming. you didn't know why it pleased you so much. maybe it was the fact that you felt this bonded you both in some way. it wasn't only because you too, had a twilight phase, no, it was more the fact that it hinted at something you had been secretly suspecting.

that natasha “tashi” duncan was in fact a massive dork. just like you. although she was admittedly far better at hiding it. 

you certainly had this image when you first met her that tashi was akin to a statue. like you could look at her from every angle but you would not be able to find even the smallest crack in the marble. not the slightest hair out of place. not a single imperfection to be found. but the more you got to know her, the more the marble chipped away. but instead of leaving an empty hole behind, it revealed something better. it revealed her. with every imperfection she had, with every bad thing she’s ever done, with every odd habit or quirk, with everything that made her real.

“we’re watching twilight then.” you said with finality and laid back down next to her. “we really don't have to.” “oh, yes, we really do.” 

one more fun-fact you learned about her that night was that she was an extremely heavy sleeper. like. like it was crazy.

she had fallen asleep against you about halfway through the movie which you thought was extremely cute and you took like 20 pictures all while trying not to move so as to not wake her.

which apparently was not necessary at all because when you accidentally sneezed so hard it shook the mattress you instantly looked at her with worry expecting her to wake up. but no. nothing. not even an eye twitch. so. obviously. you needed to conduct an experiment.

you paused the movie and untangled yourself from her embrace. you lightly shook her shoulder. “tashi…tashiiii..” you mumbled. once again nothing.

“tashi!” nope.

and..well, youre not proud of how you got here but after a row of attempts to wake her you were standing in front of your bed holding two pots in either hand about to bang them together.

but before that could happen tashi slowly stirred and opened her eyes. she furrowed her brows at the sight that greeted her “what the hell are you doing?” you hid the pots behind your back as if she hadn't already seen them.

“nothing.”

“were you trying to wake me. by banging pots together?” she sounded genuinely offended by how stupid that idea was.

“no?”

silence.

“you're a really heavy sleeper.”

“if you wanted to wake me you could've just set an alarm.”

“you'll wake up from alarm but not from someone shaking you?”

“you were shaking me?”

“no?” … “yes, okay, i'm sorry, i love you. it was done out of at least 50 percent concern i promise.”

she groaned and placed her hands over her face. you placed the pots on the ground and crawled back in bed with her.

“don't be mad?” you pouted, peppering kisses over her neck until she broke with a small laugh, “okay, okay, stop, i forgive you.”

she gently pushed you off. you sat up.

“i promise to never do it again. i was just..very surprised how heavy of a sleeper you are.” you began playing with her fingers. “you seem really tired, though. do you wanna sleep over?” you mumbled softly.

she took a moment to think about her schedule for tomorrow. “if you promise to not wake me with anything but an alarm clock.” “pinky promise.” you linked your pinkies and she smiled. 

you felt your heart ache for domesticity as you felt tashi softly breathing next to you, her warm body pressed up against every part of you due to the lack of space in your bed. she was wearing your pyjamas and her skin smelled faintly of your lotion. 

and weirdly enough, in the morning, tashi was the one to wake you up.

baby, why don't you come over?

red wine supernova

“are you sure you're ready?” tashi asked for the ten thousandth time as she clipped in her cartier earrings. “yes! what can i do to convince you that i am?” you pouted her, wrapping your finger around her wrist and swaying her arm gently.

“it's not that I'm not convinced, it's just that i'm worried about how cool you’re being.” she glanced at you from her peripheral. “are you saying i'm not normally cool? you really know how to hurt a girls feelings.” you dramatically placed the back of your hand against your forehead.

“hey, im being serious.” she suddenly said.

you dropped your hand. “i know, sorry. i promise i'm ready, and plus i don't think people will care that much anyway..right? i mean it's been like almost a year and a half since the divorce.”

you brushed some hair out of her face. it was longer now than it was when you first met her and darker too ever since she decided to let her natural brunette roots grow out.

“yes, but still, for whatever reason people were very invested in that whole thing and i don't want you to get dragged into a repeat.“ genuine concern shimmered in her cinnamon colored eyes.

“i want people to know about us. even if it'll lead to weird gossip articles. i don't care about that. i've met art, i've met lily, and their opinions mattered far more than the publics.” you tried to reassure her gently, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“i know, but-”

“we don't have to if you're not ready.” you interrupt her. you have been with tashi for almost a year now. 10 months, 2 weeks and 5 days. not that you were counting.

but because of that, you and her have decided to finally make your relationship public. not with an announcement or anything obviously, you would just be accompanying her to a fundraiser thrown by the donaldson foundation.

but this was still a big deal because ever since the challenger in new rochelle, journalists have been far too invested in tashi’s personal affairs, and that only worsened with the divorce.

you hugged her from behind and gently kissed up her neck until you felt the tension in her shoulders dissolve.

“but i feel like keeping it secret is stressing you out.” you glanced at her furrowed brow through the mirror.

“it is. i don't want it to be out of my control. i mean, i don't want people to be in my business at all but if they are going to be anyway i at least want to be in control of the story.” she said firmly, you hummed empathetically. “so, then..let’s go?”

she nodded, “yeah, lets go.” 

you nervously wrung your hands together the closer the car got to the venue were the fundraiser was held. tashi gave you a questioning look.

“now that you're not freaking out, i think it transferred to me," you chuckle shakily.

“you want to go back home?”

“no, no, its not that bad. just jitters.” you quickly shook your head. “are you sure?”

“i’m sure!”

“okay, well, tell me if that changes, okay?”

oh, and in that moment you were once again reminded of how much she cared for you that you felt the space you had carved out in your heart for her glow.

you smiled and pressed a short kiss to her lips, “yes, promise.”

the venue was extremely fancy that even though tashi had bought a dress for you just for this event you still felt underdressed.

it wasn't very flashy or anything but you don't think you've ever been in a room with this many rich people at once and that alone sent an itch of discomfort through your skin.

you felt a little bit like everyone could tell you didn't belong here and usually you wouldn't care because its true. this was not your scene.

but you cared now, because this was tashi’s  life. these kinds of events were a part of her in some way. and you wanted to be able to fit into that part of her. but now that you were here…what if you couldn't? what if you just couldn't do it? what if she realized you weren't fit for her life and she found someone that was? what if-

you felt tashi’s warm hand rest on your waist with a familiar pressure and your doubts were quickly muffled. you were sure they would come back full-force later, leading to you spending hours tossing and turning in bed before giving up at around 2 am and just binging your comfort shows all night long.

but right now, they were quiet, and you had tashi to thank for that.

“well, that was..” you tried to look for something nice to say. “boring.” tashi finished your sentence. “oh my god, yes! so boring!” you groaned, feeling instant relief that you didn't have to put up a front of genuinely enjoying the event.

tashi chuckled, pulling you in closer by your hip as you walked back out to the car. “i was expecting more drama.” you hummed. “at a fundraiser for new courts?” she raised a brow with the corners of her lips quirked up.

“no, well, yes, i mean because of us.”

“oh, well, that'll come. just not tonight. they would never say shit like that to my face.”

tashi had introduced you as her partner if the question came up, which you had thought would have been more exciting for you than it turned out to be.

yes, you were happy people would now know you as 'tashi duncan’s girlfriend'. thrilled, honestly, you would have shouted it from the rooftops after your first date if you could've.

but you realized that to the tennis world..that's really all you wanted to be. you didn't want people to know you, or your name, or get to know you through small-talk at boring galas and events.

because truthfully, none of this was you. you didn't know enough about tennis or the donaldson foundation to hold a proper conversation with any of these people.

and unlike earlier, you were content with that realization now because of what tashi had said to you earlier in the evening, when you managed to get away from the constant barrage of small talk and questions to step outside for just a moment. 

you sighed in relief as the cool night air filled your lungs, replacing the stuffy polished floor air from the venue. “you're too worried about impressing those people.” tashi started.

you turned your head towards her. “i want to leave a good impression.” you defend. you didn't want to embarrass her.

“i know. but it's..hard. watching you force yourself like that.” yikes. that one felt like a swift kick in the stomach.

you had never been very good at keeping a poker face so she quickly followed up, “i just meant…i don't want you to do that. you don't need to do that.” you absent-mindedly fiddled with your necklace, “what do you mean?” 

“all my relationships this far have been connected to tennis. and i thought that was good..or at least made sense. tennis has been the focal point of my life since i was 5 so, of course, it would find its place in my relationships too.” she leaned her hands against the railing,

“but it was like this..all-consuming thing. my identity was tied to not only tennis but also my relationships that had been forged through it.” she paused trying to think of how to best articulate herself.

“i think i lost a part of myself through that.” she murmured. “and i'm just about finding it again, and you have been so helpful in that, you dont even know.”

she looked at you with a weight of sincerity you felt sink into your heart.

“so i don't want you to change, or us to change. i don't need you to be art. i don't need you to be anyone you're not.” you were honestly speechless and you feared that you would burst into tears right now if you tried to muster up a response.

so you just quietly nodded (eyes getting misty despite your best efforts), took her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist before pulling her into a gentle embrace. 

you knew who you wanted to be to the public, and you knew who you wanted to be to her colleagues. you just wanted to be her pretty (perhaps controversially young?) girlfriend who really had only the most basic understanding of tennis and nothing else.

her thumb rubbed gently over the tennis bracelet that adorned your wrist which snapped you out of your thoughts.

she had given it to you as a present for your 6 month anniversary and you had immediately burst into tears babbling about how much you loved it and her and the universe for bringing you two together. (you were a little drunk)

god, what she wouldn't do to have a video of that night. by her expression you could already tell she was preparing to tease you about it.

“hey, do you remember-”

you let out an exasperated sigh, “yes, i do. stop reminding me.”

you could hear her snicker a little bit and you glared, “stop laughing.”

“i’m not!” she lied while actively laughing. unfortunately her laughter was pretty infectious so you soon joined with your own cacophony of giggles. 

your joined duet of laughter could be heard by guests leaving the fundraiser as it echoed through the quiet parking lot.

fall right into me.

“hey, look, i'm your rebound.” you grinned happily as you held up a tabloid that had a picture that was taken by some pap last week of you and tashi after your date with the headline:

“TASHI DUNCAN’S ON A REBOUND?”

tashi just rolled her eyes with an amused smile. “good for you, baby.” she gave you a small pat on the ass. “i know, i'm really moving up in the world.” you joked as you threw the magazine in the shopping cart. she gave you a look. “what? i wanna see what it says!” 

[forever-rogue]

Hey hopefully you’re still taking Joel requests! Could I have one where reader gets hurt protecting Ellie and Joel tells reader he loves them for the first time? Thank you!!

AN | Someone asked for pain and angst, so here we are. Trust me, it’s going to hurt 😏

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language; TLOU typical violence

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“Do you really think this place is safe?” there was a hard edge to Joel’s voice that caused you to roll your eyes at him. Once he spotted the gesture, he huffed and gently nudged your side with his elbow, “this is not a joke.”

“This is not a joke,” you teased and he was clearly not amused. That did nothing to deter your mood, “first of all - nothing in this world is safe. Second of all - relax a little bit. Stressing all the time doesn’t solve anything, handsome. Besides, this place is as safe as anything to stop in for a rest.”

“I say we listen to her,” Ellie took a step closer to over you and this time it was Joel’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Of course you do,” he held up his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “fine. If that’s what the two of you want, go right ahead. We’ll stay here.”

“Yes!” Ellie grinned happily as she started to head towards the front of the old building. It was the remnant of an old department store; it was strange to think that Ellie had never even been in one before. You exchanged a look with Joel and he sighed lightly and shrugged his shoulders.

Before he could go to follow the young girl, you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and stopped him, tugging him back towards you, “you know I wouldn’t do this - anything - if I thought it was too dangerous, right?”

“I know,’ he promised with a curt nod, and despite his reassurance, he didn’t seem to relax, “it’s not you I don’t trust. It’s everything else.”

“I can handle myself,” you reminded him, “besides, I learned most of what I know from you. I’m not too worried about it.”

“I know you can handle yourself,” he reached up and tenderly brushed some dirt off your face, “the thing is, I don’t want you to have to handle yourself. I want you safe.”

“Unfortunately that’s not the world we live in,” you sighed softly, putting your hand on top of his where it rested on your cheek and gave a squeeze, “so we’ll just have to keep our eyes and ears open. Besides, Joel, you should have seen her face light up when she saw this place. She’s never even been in a store before it’s all new to her.”

“I know,” he nodded, exhaling slowly as he focused his attention on his feet, “we’ll just be extra careful.”

“We always are,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, unable to stop yourself. You noticed the way his face flushed a light shade of pink, “come on, handsome. Who knows, maybe this could even be fun!”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him along; if you’d been looking at him you would have noticed the smile on his face. 

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“So people would come here and buy all the things they needed?” The girl’s eyes were huge as she walked around a rack of clothes, touching the clothes in wonder. Everything was in pristine condition, just dusty and covered in small holes. You nodded as you pointed at a jewelry display case, “wow. It’s so strange.”

“You’d come to a place like this for clothes, beauty products, shoes, sometimes furniture and all of that,” you explained; of course she knew of places like that, but to actually be in one was a different story. It made your heart ache to think that more than likely she’d never get to fully experience going to a store…or a normal life. This life was normal for her; to you and Joel it had been a matter of adapting, “and then, you know, grocery stores for food, and other specialty stores. The best place, though, was always Target.”

“Target,” she echoed as you nodded, earning a small groan from Joel. You shot him as an amused little smile before sticking your tongue out at him, “what was at Target?”

“Everything,” despite your best efforts a wistful little sigh escaped your lips, “clothes, beauty stuff, home stuff, food - it was magical. One day, when this is not the world we live in anymore, and we have regular stores again, I’ll take you to a Target and you’ll get to experience it for yourself.”

“You think it’ll be like that again one day?” she was already through a display of earrings, brushing her fingers over them gently. You didn’t want to get her hopes up, but you also liked to remain optimistic. It was always funny that you and Joel meshed so well; you were eternal optimist while he was a grumpy realist. Balance, you liked to think, and love. 

“I have hope that yes, one day things will be different,” you affectionately brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face. Despite the hardened exterior she’d first presented, she was slowly opening up to the two of you. You figured that everybody just needed a little love sometimes. 

“Me too,” she let out a huff, quickly enamored with another display. 

You kept an eye on her, but shuffled back over to Joel, hopping up to sit next to him on one of the counters near an old cash register. You set your hand down and felt him move his hand closer, his pinky brushing against yours, “you alright?”

“Yeah,” you glanced at him and found him watching you with a soft expression, “it’s just weird out here sometimes. It’s odd to see things just perfectly preserved and basically frozen in time. It’s like normal - it’s just so close but so far away. It makes me sad a little bit…we all lost so much.”

With that he put his around your shoulders and pulled into the side of his body. You slumped with relief and felt yourself melt into him. There was something so reassuring and comforting about his presence that always made you feel better. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as you rested it on his shoulder. 

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a little while as you watched Ellie roam around the store, mesmerized by so many things. 

“What do you think?” you asked softly as he hummed in response, “do you think the world will go back to normal one day?”

“Do you want the real answer or the answer I want to give you?” he asked, his gruff voice reverberating in his chest. You laughed, but it was a bitter and sad thing. He reached for your hand, threading his finger through yours and giving yours a gentle squeeze. 

“I’m feeling very optimistic,” your voice was thick as a wave of feeling welled up in your chest, “give me the answer you want to tell me.”

“Well,” he started off softly, “I think everything will slowly go back to the way things were. And we’ll move back into the cities and suburbs, and life will go back to being normal. We’ll move into a nice house, we’ll get a dog and maybe even a cat, I’ll make sure you get that garden you always wanted. We’ll have neighbors we hate but we’ll invite them for barbecues and we’ll make cookies for everyone. We’re going to go all out for the holidays and everyone will remember us, the best  Halloween spooks and brightest Christmas displays. Maybe we’ll find a kid that needs us along the way or something. It’s going to be so boring and quiet, but it’s going to be amazing.”

“I love the sound of that,” your eyes were stinging with tears that you tried to blink back to no avail, “can I have that bay window in the kitchen and a little reading nook in our bedroom?” 

“You can have whatever you want, baby,” he promised and you knew that he meant it. Joel would do anything for you, just as you would do for him, “you name it and its yours.”

“As long as I have you, I’ve got everything I need,” you wiped at the tears that had pearled up and rolled down your cheeks before clearing your throat, “now give me your real answer…please.”

Joel paused, mulling over his words carefully as he tried to decide exactly what to say. But then he decided that he knew exactly what to say at that moment, “it doesn’t matter what my real answer is. I’m often wrong, as you love to remind me. Like I said, I’ll get you whatever you want. You want things back to how life used to be? Then that’s what it’ll be.”

“Ahh, you’re such a romantic,” you laughed sniffly before sitting up and moving your body so you were facing him, “never would have thought you were such a softie.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he pretended to wave you off but you could see the lovely smile that was on his face, “you keep that to yourself, you hear me?”

“Of course, handsome,” you leaned and kissed him gently, letting your lips linger against his, “whatever you say.”

“Hey!” Ellie’s voice cut through whatever Joel was about to say as she waved her hand at you, “I found some makeup! Can we try it on?”

You exchanged an amused expression with Joel before you slid off the counter, “don’t open anything just yet! Wait for me, kiddo!”

Joel watched you go, his stomach churning with a flurry of emotions. If he thought it was even remotely possible to give you what you wanted, he would have done it in a heartbeat. For you and Ellie. 

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You startled awake, blinking away the bleariness from your eyes. It took a few moments to realize where you were; you were currently on an old display mattress, covered in old, soft, and clean packaged blankets. It almost felt as good as your bed from once upon a time. Joel’s arm was slung around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. You could hear him snoring softly; Ellie was on your other side, staring at the ceiling and holding onto a stuffed animal that she had found. She acted like she didn’t care about it, but you saw how affectionately she looked at it and hugged it to her chest. She’d never had a stuffed animal before. 

“What are you doing awake?” you whispered softly as she turned to you with a look of surprise on her face. You shushed her gently, smoothing her hair out of her face, “it’s okay…there’s a lot of times I can’t sleep either.”

“There’s way too much going on in this head,” she huffed as you grinned at her, “I don’t know how you guys do it all the time.”

“I don’t know either,” you admitted and the two of you shared soft laughs. Before you could say anything else, you heard a sound in the distance, at the other end of the store. You sat up immediately, gently pushing Joel’s arm off you. Ellie sensed your worry and followed suit as you looked around, your eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light, “we gotta keep it quiet right now.”

“I can do that,” she nodded nervously as she moved out of the bed so you could climb out as well. You grabbed your flashlight, gun, and knife off the floor, slowly padding towards the sound, keeping as quiet as possible. Ellie, sweet, stubborn Ellie, followed you, despite the fact that she hadn’t been invited. She would argue that she hadn’t been told to stay either, therefore she could come. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow but she only grinned, “I’ll watch your back.”

“Stay behind me and quiet,” you pleaded and she nodded. You thought about waking Joel up, but decided against it; it’d be easier to just solve this real quickly by yourself. 

You weaved your way through the aisles and display, eyes peeled for any sign of movement. Surprisingly, you didn’t hear the sound again and part of you wondered if you’d imagined it. You swallowed thickly as you looked at the door that led to the stairwell. It didn’t sound like anything was inside, but you wanted to conduct as thorough of a sweep as possible, so pushed the door open with your hip. 

The landing was dark but you didn’t see anything besides stacks of old boxes and some random pallets, “stay by the door, yeah? If anything comes or you hear anything, close it.”

“What if you’re…in there?”

“I can handle it,” you promised, “I learned from the best.”

You slowly descended down the stairs, letting the light guide you as you came across…nothing. Maybe you really had imagined it all, wanting something to go wrong. That was the doomsday brain talking; it was almost laughable. 

It was when you were about to go down the third set of stairs that you heard it again. And this time it was coming from above you; panic set into your bones. You turned around to run back up the stairs when you heard that unmistakable sound. 

“Shit,” you heard Ellie’s soft voice and your brain kicked into overdrive. You took the steps two at time until you made it back to the landing and heard the awful sound of the clicker. It was almost haunting as you saw it getting closer and closer to Ellie. 

“Get back, Ellie!” you shouted, reaching for the gun strapped to your thigh, “get back and close the door - now.”

“But you’ll be in here-”

“I can handle it! Go!” 

The girl managed to slip away, shutting the door behind her, leaving you with the clicker. It turned to you, screeching its horrible song at you, as the gun trembled in your hand. It started to lunge at you, and you panicked, taking a step back and missed the edge of the step, tumbling down the concrete until you landed at the bottom. 

“Fuck,” you hissed as you tried to pull yourself up. There was an immediate, intense pain in your ankle that caused you to hiss in pain. You tried not to freak out further, reminding yourself that the calmer you stayed, the better this would end. When you looked for the gun, you found that it was still at the top of the stairs, “fuck!”

It was all happening so fast, the clicker making his way down the stairs as you pulled your knife out of its sheath. Unfortunately, it was faster than you were and by the time you managed to pull out the knife with your shaking hands, you were almost in its grasp. 

You felt it happen before you could even do anything about it. 

But you managed to grab the knife and shoved it through its eye, causing it to fall limp and crumple to the floor. Your heart was beating so hard you were shocked it didn’t burst through your ribcage.

You dropped the knife and your hand went to your neck and you gasped at the feeling of your own blood. You pulled your hand away and looked at your fingers, frowning at the sticky red liquid that was all over them. You willed yourself not to panic as you shuffled your way back up the stairs as best as you could with your hurt ankle, grabbing the gun you had dropped. 

If only you hadn’t fucking dropped it. 

You collapsed in front of the door, sitting with your back next to it. You opened your mouth a few times, finding it impossible to get out the words without them being totally obscured by your cries, “Ellie Bean? Are you there?”

“Y-yes,” she replied after a moment, “a-are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

She already knew the answer. You cried, your entire body trembling as tears followed down your face, “I need you to get Joel and leave, okay? I know you’re tired, but you have to keep going. The two of you have each other - just go. Don’t look back and go forward. You can do this.”

“You’re c-coming with this. Right? Right?”

“Ellie,” you whispered, “get Joel and go. Go now and just keep going.”

“P-please don’t…”

But Ellie didn’t even have to turn around to fetch Joel. He was already standing there, an unreadable expression on his. 

“What the fuck happened?” Ellie couldn’t form words as she started to cry, wordlessly pointing at the door. Joel moved past the girl as he tried to step inside, but you blocked his way, “baby.”

“Joel,” he crouched down and hung his head, trying to keep it together, “just stay out there. Take Ellie and go.”

He put a shaking hand on the floor, emotion threatening to bring him to his knees, “what happened.”

You laughed softly, not at him, more so the entire universe. Fuck. He loved that sound more than anything; the idea that he’d never hear it again was enough to make his heart constrict. You desperately wanted to let him in, to get to hold him and kiss him one last time. But even though you had a little bit of time left, you weren’t willing to risk it, “we all have to go one way or another, right? A-at least I can go knowing I went for a good reason. Protecting Ellie.”

“Maybe we could…maybe…I can…” you heard the pain in his voice as he tried to keep it together, “I… let me in…please?”

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” you cried, biting the inside of your cheek, “I want the last time you saw me to be when we went to bed and you kissed me and held me. Give me that, yeah?”

“I can’t lose you,” he breathed shakily, “not you.”

“Joel,” he’d never hear you say his name again. The idea alone made him feel ill, “I love you so much, handsome. You’re gonna get Ellie where she needs to be. And she’ll help you too. You have each other and that’s enough.”

“I love you,” he choked, the words making your heart swell with joy. You knew Joel loved you, you’d always known, even if he hadn't put it into words before. Some things didn’t need to be said, “I love you.”

“Will you promise me something?” 

“Anything.”

“Get Ellie to safety, both of you to safety,” you noticed the gap under the door and realized it was just enough to slide your fingers under. You slid your hand through the gap as much as you could and you immediately felt his hand on top of yours, “and one day, when things go back to normal, you get that house with the bay window and reading nook and the dog and the garden and the nosey neighbors. Promise me?”

“I promise,” his voice was shaking as you closed your eyes, trying to picture that house in your mind.

“Will you plant daisies for me?”

“I’ll plant every daisy in this world for you.”

“It’ll be beautiful,” you grinned, even though he couldn’t see it, “and one more thing. You have to promise this to me, to Ellie, and to yourself. Don’t be afraid. Never be afraid.”

“I promise,” the crack in this tone made your heart ache, “I promise.”

“Good,” you gave his fingers a squeeze, “now go. Go and go and go until you get there.”

“I love you. Fuck baby, I love you.”

“I love you, Joel.”

It was a few minutes of quiet stillness, only the sound of your breathing and tears reaching your ears. Eventually he pulled his hand away and you could hear him standing up. Sobs wracked your body as you brought your knees to your chest and let it all out. 

Joel looked at Ellie and she wordlessly hugged him; he hugged her back tightly. 

“We should go,” she said so softly that he almost missed. He nodded, squeezing her just a little bit longer before letting go. 

She grabbed his hand as she started to pull him towards the little bed you’d made. It all felt so pointless now. The two of them worked in silence to gather their things to continue their journey. 

Your words were still rattling around in his head. Don’t be afraid.

A gunshot sounded off in the distance as Ellie and Joel walked down the escalator. He froze for a moment as Ellie squeezed his arm.

Don’t be afraid.

[tomssexdoll]

Hello mllll. So i have this idea but if youre uncomfortable writing this just ignore it, <3.

So reader is at a party and she gets drunk asf, one of readers friend calls tom who is readers friend to come and pick her up. When tom comes they get in the car and readers acting stupid, she starts rubbing toms crotch and he gets hard. Tom says that they shouldn't do this cuz they're just friends. And she ends up giving tom head while driving.

Id love you if you do this. ❤

YUHHH OFC!!!! <33

Just friends?

"We shouldnt be doing this y/n..we're just friends and you know it"

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: After Tom recieves a call from one of y/ns friends, informing him that she was shitfaced he decides to come and pick her up, annoyed at her recklessness. As they are in the car back home, y/n starts to rub on him, teasing him and making him crack...

A/N: ily all <3

WARNINGS: dom!tom, reader!sub, p in v (riding), fingering, hickeys, sucking d, alcohol mentions, drunk reader (everything is consentual though, she's not super drunk when they fuck)

I was at one of my friends parties, drinking heavily and dancing with anyone and everyone in sight. I wore a short black dress, one where if I did something as little as bending over my whole ass would be out.

I had about 8 shots of tequila, 4 shots of vodka and like 8 beers. I was out of my head, stumbling everywhere and in search for more drinks. I hadn't noticed but my friend had stolen my phone and called Tom, knowing we were very close and he'd be the one to drag me out of parties like these.

ON THE PHONE:

Tom picks up the phone

"Hello?" he said, his voice a little groggy.

"Oh, did I wake you up? Sorry, it's just...y/n is shitfaced and she needs to go home, none of us are sober and we don't want to send her in a taxi or an uber, could you come get her please?" my friend said, slurring her words slightly.

A deep sigh was heard before he answered, "yeah fine..text me the address,"

And with that the call ended.

BACK TO PRESENT:

It took Tom around 50 minutes to arrive, this place was basically in the middle of no where, my friend found a farmhouse to rent so he could be as loud as he wanted. By now I was sobered up a lot, having multiple friends give me food and water.

I was still pretty drunk but not as much as I was. As he arrived, I saw his tall, dark figure standing in the doorway, as soon as he spotted me he made his way through the crowd, pushing drunken bodies just to get to me.

"Fucking hell.." he muttered, seeing the state I was in. As soon as I saw him I jumped up, hugging him tightly, "Tommm!" I slurred, burying my face into his chest. "Yes, hi, cmon let's go," he sighed, grabbing my shoes and picking me up, holding me against his chest as he waved to my friends.

He got to his car, slowly placing me in the passanger seat and quickly going to the drivers seat, getting in and starting the car.

"I don't get how you drink so much, go easy on the alcohol," he chuckled, making sure I was strapped in properly before taking off. "Well, I just like to have fun," I smirked, crossing my arms.

About 10 minutes into the drive I felt a sudden change in the mood, like a tension was building. I looked over at him, the way his eyes were so focused on the road, the way his piercing sat perfectly on his plump lips. I felt my heat start to burn, a desire running through my veins.

I decided to take my chances, I saw the way he looked at me sometimes, the jealously he had when I was with other guys. I leaned over and slowly rubbed my hand on his thigh, teasingly close to his crotch.

His eyes widened, looking at me for a moment, "hey, what are you doing? Trying to distract me?" he chuckled, I smirked and moved my hand up higher, ending up on his crotch before going back down to his thigh, his breath hitched slightly, "don't..I have to focus on driving," he grunted, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"Why can't we have a little fun..hm?" I looked up at him, his adams apple bobbing up and down. "Because we'll have an accident that's why," he growled, trying so hard not to look down at me because if he did, he knew he'd give in.

Then, he looked at me for a split second, my eyes burning with lust and desperation, my cleavage basically ready to spill out of my chest. I moved my hand up again and palmed his cock, rubbing it softly. He panted, "don't tease.."

I smirked and kept rubbing, feeling him grow rock hard from my touch. "Ohh no, how about I take care of that," I giggled, placing small kisses on his buldge. "We shouldn't be doing this y/n..we're just friends and you know it," he groaned, "if we were just friends then, why do I always catch you staring at me in a way only a lover would look at their partner, why do you get jealous and possessive when I'm with other guys, was that night that we kissed nothing too?" I challenged him, testing his patience before he broke.

"Fuck..fine, fucking fine just do it.." he grumbled, I grinned and unbuttoned his jeans, his hips lifting to help me take them off. I slowly slid them down, letting them pool at his knees. "Oh wow..so hard for me," I teased, wrapping my fingers around the waistband of his boxers.

"Mmmhhh" he groaned, his body tensing. "Relax.." I smirked, pulling his cock out, my eyes widening at his size. He was a solid 8 inches, girthy and veiny. Precum was leaking from his tip, "well hello there.." I chuckled, scooting closer.

"Suck it baby, fuck.." he grunted, one of his hands moving down to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of hair from my face. I slowly wrapped my lips around the head, gliding myself down on his thick cock. "Yess..." he hissed, gripping my hair tighter.

"Fuck..keep that up and we're not going to make it home.." he growled, his grip tightening even ore as he thrusts his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth.

He tries to keep his focus on the road but my mouth felt too good on his cock, "goddammit, you're going to make me crash," he chuckled, he gripped the steering wheel tightly as he fought to keep his composure.

"Mmm.." I moaned softly, picking up my pace and sucking his cock harder and faster, my wet mouth around his length addicting. "Fuck, fuck..gonna cum," he whined, feeling the rush of pleasure building in his balls.

I swirled my tongue over his sensitive tip, making him let out a low groan as his cock started to throb desperatly in my mouth, signalling his release. "Good girl, keep sucking that cock," he moaned lowly, guiding my head up and down his shaft.

Saliva started to build around my mouth, dripping down onto my chin. "Soo fucking messy, good girl.." he praised, the blowjob getting super sloppy. He bucked his hips up, matching my thrusts, his balls slapping against my chin.

"Holy shit, I'm close..cmon.." he groaned, my pace quickened, his tip hitting the back of my throat, making me slightly gag as I wanted to send him into oblivion.

"Yes yes, cmon!" he moaned loudly, his orgasm dangerously close. With one last hard suck he emptied himself in my mouth, coating it with thick ropes of cum, "fuck!" he cried out, his chest heaving up and down as he calmed down from his release.

I smirked and pulled back, swallowing every last drop. "We're not fucking done yet," he slammed his foot on the brake, skidding to a stop on the side of the road.

"Get in the back, now!" he ordered. I instantly obeyed and climbed into the back seat, sitting down on the cool leather seats. He climbed back with me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap.

He plants soft, passionate kisses onto my shoulders, exploring the skin with his tongue. His hands moved over my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer, his cock resting against my stomach.

He pulls back and captures my lips in a rough kiss, feeling my breasts pressing against his chest, his cock twitching. "Gotta let those out, hm?" he chuckled, his fingers finding the zip of my dress and slowly dragging it down, grabbing the material and sliding it off my body, leaving me in only my panties.

"No bra huh? Such a fucking tease.." he groaned, grabbing my boobs roughly and squeezing them, latching onto one of my nipples and sucking harshly, a wave of pleasure rushing throughout me.

"Mmmhh.." I moaned softly, wrapping my arms around his neck and driving his head closer. He grabbed my tits and squished them together, licking the skin slowly.

"So sexy...I've been waiting for this moment for so long.." he grinned, continuing to kiss and touch my body, his hands exploring every inch of me. His hands stop at my panties, moving them to the side and teasing my folds with his fingers.

"Fuck..so wet for me.." he chuckled, mocking me from earlier, "oh shut up," I giggled and smacked his arm playfully. I started to softly grind on his fingers, "ohh fuck.." I whined. He grabbed my hips and kept me still before plunging his fingers into my sopping cunt.

"Oh shit!" I gasped, my hands flying to his shoulders for support, "you're soaking.." he groaned, sliding his fingers in and out at a slow pace.

He continued to pump his fingers inside me, now increasing his pace, he can hear the sounds of my arousal filling the car and it only turned him on even more, curling his fingers at my g spot just to get a reaction out of me.

"Fuckk!" I buried my face into his neck, his thumb rubbing against my clit, as soon as he starts to feel me tighten around him he retracts his fingers. "Tom?" I whined at the loss of contact, pulling away from his neck and looking at him confused.

"That was just to get you ready baby, don't worry," he chuckled, grabbing his cock with one hand and using the other to hover me over his cock. His tip rested at my entrance before he slowly slid me down, my tight cunt resisting.

"Cmon..you can fit more," he grunted, trying to get me past the thickest layer of his cock, the base. He knew it wouldn't just go in without any sort of lubrication so he held his hand out, "spit honey," I hesitated for a second but spit some saliva into his hand, it smelt like vodka and beer but he didn't give a shit.

He coated the rest of his cock with the saliva and slammed me down, "ah!" I cried out, my legs slightly trembling from the force. "See, not even my fingers could help.." he chuckled, letting me adjust to his size.

My brain was hazy, vision foggy. After another minute of resting he started to thrust up into me, gripping my hips for security. His pace quickened, slamming into me over and over again, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other repeating as he fucked me relentlessly.

His cock hit all the right spots inside me, stabbing into my g spot effortlessly, making me roll my eyes back. "You like that baby? The way my cock slams into that tight cunt.." he whispered in my ear, I was out of words at this point, only able to muster up a small nod.

"Good girl.." he chuckled, picking up the pace and ramming into me harder, leaning down and sucking at my neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over the skin.

"Mmmm!" I moaned loudly, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He smirked against my skin, enjoying the sight of me losing control under his touch. His thrusts become faster, rougher and harder as he takes me to the brink of esctacy, "I could fuck you like this all day, listens to the sounds you make and the faces you pull as I drive my cock further into you.." he growled lowly, leaving marks everywhere on my neck.

His dirty talk only turned me on even more, my pussy throbbing around his cock, "ohhh fuck!" I whined, his balls slapping against my ass as he fucks me mercilessly.

"You want it harder, baby? You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?" he smirks, reaching down to spank my ass roughly, "ah! Y-yes!" I yelped, he grabbed my hips tighter, leaving cresent shaped moons in my skin as he pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust, a knot forming in my stomach.

His thrusts never faltered, only getting more vicious and cruel, his cock pounding into me with such force, his muscles straining. "That's right, baby. Take it all. Take every inch of this fucking cock," he groaned, slapping my ass again, a red mark forming on the cheek.

"Mmm! Gonna cum, fuck..." I groaned, wrapping my arms around him and scratching at his back, the pleasure getting too much. His cock throbbed with urgency inside me, pushing me towards the edge.

"Cum for me baby, let your juices spill all over my cock.." he grinned, reaching down and rubbing my clit with his thumb once again, sending me into a state of euphoria as I felt my orgasm drive over the edge.

"Fuck!" I yelled, my cunt clenching around his shaft as I spilled my juices all over it, "fuck yes!" he grunted, slamming into me and spilling his hot seed deep into me, grabbing my chin and smashing his lips into mine, kissing me passionately.

As he pulled away a long string of saliva followed, "you were amazing..fuck," he panted, pulling me against his chest and letting us both recover from the earth shattering orgasms we just had.

After letting us rest he slowly lifted me off his cock, his cum dripping out of my pussy, "oh fuck.." he chuckled and reached into the front for some tissues, wiping us both down and cleaning the seats.

He moved my panties back and pulled his jeans and boxers back up. Opening the door and holding me tightly, he walked over to the passanger side and slid me in, coming back to the drivers seat and starting the car, driving off.

"How about you stay at my place, let me take care of you?" he turned to me, seeing how tired I already was. I nodded softly and rested my head against the car door, exhaustion taking over me as I fell asleep.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @ballhair

tags: @kaulitzsbabyy @kaulitzswhxre @cosmicck

tags: @bkaulitzlover @ge-billsgf @ella1289

tags: @tomsonlyslut @20doozers @miyukafujii

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

yes or no?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader, slight yoongi x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is distraught to know he can't jack off. After all, he spent all that money to complete his tattoo sleeve. He wasn't about to ruin all that hard work just for a quick nut. But it's going to take a while to heal. Days – no, weeks! – with no masturbating. Waaah! Why did he pick his right arm?! Thankfully, noona to the rescue... right? RIGHT?!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; slight crack b/c JK's POV; JK is whipped, welp; smut (fem reader, minor D/s dynamics, sexual fantasies, heavy petting / teasing, cock-and-ball torture, finger sucking, spit kink, handjob / m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, hair-pulling kink, nipple play, m-receiving oral, multiple orgasms, mentioned forearm kink); noona!reader; pleasure is JK-focused and JK's POV

'magic-8' ball noona is back! no need to read, just know there's a yoongi x reader x jk sex triangle and they're roommates :D

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Jeon Jungkook was in pain, horny, and depressed.

On the plus side, his tattoo sleeve was almost completed!

Woohoo!

Sigh, no, he still felt like throwing himself into a wall and sliding down to become an unmoving puddle of goo. So tired. He always felt like this after the adrenaline of a long tattoo session. Session days were fun while he was in the studio hanging out with the tattoo artist, even for hours on end. He had brought his own snacks, plenty of water, and pain medication. The artist had even brought lunch for him – probably because Jungkook was spending a LOT of money covering up some old tattoos he ragretted regretted, but hey! Free food! Jungkook was always happy to receive free meat!

Wait. That sound weird.

Eh.

Anyway.

He sighed as he fumbled with his keys, trying to use his left hand as much as possible. Today, the artist had worked on his right forearm and filling in his elbow with black. The skin there was irritated and covered in plastic, which made it annoying to do common tasks he noticed. Great. Another day of not getting off. Yeah, Jungkook loved getting tattoos but it made him grumpy that he couldn’t just jerk off whenever he wanted.

What?!

It was a legitimate reason to be grumpy, dammit.

Why did Jungkook pick his right arm for his tattoo sleeve? Simple. He had no foresight and tattoos were permanent. Whoops. (He was not an idiot. Trust.) He finally got the key into the lock and turned it. His life wouldn’t be so hard (keke) if it wasn’t for his current living arrangements. To be clear, he really did love living in Kim Seokjin’s house full of his friends. There was just one problem. One very sexy problem.

He opened the door cautiously, wondering if he would hear moaning today.

Silence.

Whew.

The house smelled really good though. Like food. Mmmm. Food. Jungkook wandered in, loosely holding onto the strap of his large black bag and stepping out of his shoes, neatly settling them into their spot… to avoid getting scolded later. He was a good boy.

Sometimes.

The current residents of the home were: Kim Seokjin, the owner of the house, actor, and professional whaler in too many games; Kim Taehyung, a fashion model and close friend that had taken over Park Jimin’s spot after Jimin had moved out to work overseas for a while; Min Yoongi, a music producer and quite possibly sex on legs (Taehyung’s words, one had to be there for it to be funny); and the Magic-8 ball noona. The only girl. Also, she was, erm, part of a consensual sex triangle that Jungkook was a member of but he definitely didn’t start it.

Really…!

Anyway.

She had a real name but Jungkook was always going to remember that cursed hunk of plastic denying him twenty-six times. Besides, it was just easier to refer to her as noona since she was the one female and older than him. It was proper and polite. She was only by name when he was on his knees and begging to cum.

Cough.

Anyway!

He made his way into the kitchen carefully. It wasn’t unusual for the house to be fairly quiet as it was quite common for the introverts to split up and occupy themselves with their respective hobbies, especially when Taehyung went out with his friends. Jungkook vaguely remembered Taehyung saying he was going to a sauna with his squad or something like that. Seokjin was probably playing MapleStory in the master bedroom with his headphones on. Something about a new update. He wasn’t coming out unless to eat and even that would be rare. Yoongi and noona… well, they were either fucking or holed up in their respective rooms being creative.

Oh.

Yeah, did he mention the other part of this sex triangle was his sharp-witted, cat-eyed, resting-bitch-face-but-secretly-a-tsundere hyung? And the first place Jungkook witnessed Yoongi and her having sex was the kitchen he was about to walk into? His dick twitched every time he entered the kitchen because of it. He both felt guilty and became aroused by the wrongness of it. Then got more turned on when he remembered that he couldn’t masturbate tonight. Maybe he should just touch himself with his left hand to relieve some pressure. Or make it worse. On purpose.

Ugh, maybe he really was a masochist.

Jungkook rounded the corner and yelped when found himself cornered by his hyung and his noona glaring at him.

“Wah!”

“Oh, look who decided to show up,” his grumpy hyung grumbled.

“There you are,” his mischievous noona mused, waving about a ladle like it was a magic wand. “Sit down, sit down. You must be hungry after a long day.”

“Why didn’t you text? We ended up having dinner without you, hah,” Yoongi hmphed, poking Jungkook in the chest. The older male looked tired and overworked. One glance between the glowing, calm smile to Yoongi’s messy black hair sticking up in every direction. It was pretty clear what went down. RIP, hyung. His hyung was wearing an elegant black silk pajama shirt and matching pants with the waistband slightly askew. Red mark on the fair skin of his exposed collarbone.

Here? Or in her bed? Or in his bed? Or… mine so it smells just like them?

It was an irrelevant thought, as Jungkook rarely slept in his own bed despite having one. He had a bad habit unique quirk of falling asleep wherever he was, whenever he felt the need to sleep. This greatly annoyed Seokjin and made Taehyung laugh. Sometimes Jungkook would wake up with the latter guy sleeping on top of him like a handsome sloth. Just Taehyung things. But most times, Jungkook was in his noona’s bed.

Hey! It was a comfy bed.

Ahem.

Jungkook received another sharp poke and he jumped, stumbling as he was pushed to the kitchen island, extra startled as Yoongi wordlessly pulled out the seat for him. He got a what? look in response, complete with black strands falling over those narrowed dark brown eyes.

“Don’t you have to be careful about your arm, especially the first night?” Yoongi puffed. “Don’t get used to it.”

“O-Oh… yeah… t-thanks, hyung.”

Yoongi pretended not to hear and scooted himself towards the stove. She was standing next to a pot on low heat looking remarkably put together in red plaid pajamas. Jungkook plopped his butt onto the tall chair and put his bag on the other, yanking off his beanie. Ruffled his hair quickly to avoid his short black hair looking flat and dumb. He pretended like he wasn’t checking out the way her juicy butt completely filled out the pants and the way they clung to her lush hips. He pretended he didn’t notice that the top was relatively cropped and he could clearly see her amazing waist to ass ratio. He definitely didn’t say anything about how nice it was to see the beautiful curve of her neck due to the cute sheep-shaped claw clip collecting her hair back. And he surely didn’t go completely breathless when she turned around with a steaming bowl, suddenly realizing her pajama shirt was held together by only a single button in the center and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. There was a row of buttons; she just hadn’t done them up.

Fuck.

It was violently unfair that she was allowed to look this hot in normal clothes.

She leaned over the counter and placed the bowl in front of him. He could see down her shirt. Damn. Even through the flannel fabric, Jungkook could still see the peaks of her nipples if he really stared. Really, really stared. For maybe ten seconds.

He jumped at the clink of a metal spoon against ceramic.

“You should eat,” she said with an enigmatic smile. Gracefully balanced her chin on the back of her knuckles, her fingers fanned downwards, her elbows resting on the counter to look into his eyes.

Shit, he was smooth melting like butter under that hot gaze.

“Pick your jaw off the floor,” said a gruff voice in Daegu satoori.

Jungkook jolted as crabby Yoongi appeared seemingly out of nowhere – well, he was here the whole time, oop – and cocked an eyebrow at him. Now the older two were both standing side by side, observing him expectantly. It was only then that Jungkook looked down and realized what was in front of him.

“Wait… it’s not my birthday.”

She chuckled. Her eyes sparkled with mirth. Ugh, he loved seeing them directed at him. “Seaweed soup will be good after a long tattoo day. You need nutrients. You need energy. Plus, Yoongi added beef in there for you. There’s some rice too, but not too much because Yoongi said you don’t like having too many carbs before sleeping. More meat, as you like it,” she concluded, using the spoon to show him all the ingredients. “We made it for you. Eat.”

She smiled exactly how the Cheshire cat would grin. He glanced at Yoongi who was staring at his fingernails like they were the most interesting thing in the world. They stood close to each other. No mistaking their closeness. The worst (best?) part was that even though Jungkook knew exactly what had happened while he was gone all those hours, he didn’t find this scene offensive.

In fact, he felt a bit teary from their consideration.

“T-Thanks…”

He took the spoon from her, his inhale hitching as his fingertips brushed against hers. Oh, her hands. Those lovely hands. His gaze shifted up, his heart beating fast. The side of her lips tugged upwards.

A smile turned smirk.

His cock twitched as Jungkook remembered her smirking face grinning up at him with his cum drenched all over her tongue. The last time he had jacked off into her mouth.

Argh!

He had used his left hand, mostly because he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to do the repeated motion of bending his right arm and bringing the utensil to his mouth right now. Hmmmm. He scrunched up his face and wrinkled his nose. It probably wouldn’t be the best idea. He didn’t want to mess up the line work and all that nice color shading. He was already doing the cover ups, after all. Plus, it did hurt a little moving too much. He would just see how far he could get. It was pretty easy since it was soup and the pieces of beef were cut pretty small.

They must have thought of that.

Jungkook tried not to cry grateful tears into his seaweed soup as he heard his hyung and noona busy themselves with cleaning the kitchen, ‘cause that would be utterly embarrassing and not very manly, sniff.

Thankfully, he was saved by his rising boner.

The thing was, Jungkook was pretty sure he wasn’t turned on by pain. Ahem. Okay, maybe a little (lotta) bit. But, time and place! This was precisely why he picked a very cool and very talented male tattoo artist. He could ask questions and be noisy and immature and not feel bad. Jungkook liked female artists but he would get too mentally distracted because he didn’t really know what to talk about, so his mind would end up wandering to another set of hands and then, bam! A not useful boner. Also, he didn’t want to creep anybody out or make them uncomfortable. That would be mean.

But, uh.

Jungkook was beginning to realize he enjoyed and hated these long sessions. He enjoyed them because he very much considered his tattoo artist his friend. He enjoyed them because his close friends were supportive, bought him snacks, and told him he was cool or brave for getting so many tattoos (very important, yup). And, yeah, he liked the repeated stabbing (it was addictive, okay?!). But he also enjoyed them because of how attentive his noona was before and during the aftercare process. She helped him prepare his bag prior to the appointment, would make sure to remind him to keep the area hydrated, make him his favorite meals (meat!), and be the first to help him in case he needed it. As for the hate part…

Ugh, it made him so fucking horny knowing he couldn’t get off without her help.

Yeah, sure, he could use his left hand. But the nut would be pisslow awful and not at all satisfying. Of course, Jungkook could wait and use his right when he felt like it was fine but that wouldn’t be for a while. He didn’t spend all that money to have to explain that he wanted a touch-up because he needed to cum being around a literal sex goddess his noona (not to mention what a mortifying thing to say to his poor tattoo artist that didn’t need to know all that). And there was no way in hell Jungkook was going to avoid his noona during his recovery. She had just made him seaweed soup! Oh, yeah, and Yoongi was there too. Anyway, the forced waiting turned him on even more than usual because there was a real reason behind it. After his first long session, he even clumsily edged himself with his left hand, multiple times, before he asked her to get him off, just so it felt even better when her lips closed around his leaking, desperate cock.

Jungkook choked on some beef.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m – ack! – fine. Totally fine!” he managed to hack out in a very not-fine tone.

“You look like you’re choking,” Yoongi commented matter-of-factly, eerily similar to a narrator of a nature documentary.

“Be careful,” she laughed, coming around the counter to rub his back. Aaaah! Jungkook lifted his right arm slightly and tried to subtly punch his dick down into submission but, as it turned out, his erection was as stubborn as he was. Awesome. Not to mention space was very limited under the counter. Shit. She patted in between his shoulder blades. “Want some water?”

“No, hah, I’m f-fine,” he wheezed, freezing up a little at her touch. He thought he was used to it by now but he really wasn’t, especially when his dick was already halfway up the stairs to heaven. Down to hell to the circle of lust? Whatever. She wasn’t too close, as she was on his right side, but he had enough memories to know how skin-to skin felt, enough times of her breasts pressed to his back and her hands exploring his chest, enough moments of her agile fingers splayed out over his pecs like blooming flowers, running her nails over his skin, flicking his nipples, all the while tracing her tongue along the base of his neck with her hard nipples rubbing against his shivering back…

Okay.

Jungkook was not fine.

“It’s kinda warm…” he mumbled as she moved away.

“That’s because you’re still wearing your jacket and having hot soup,” Yoongi pointed out, putting away some bowls. “Take it off.”

“Want help?”

It was a very innocent suggestion. Thus, Jungkook spent the next minute trying not to reveal that he had popped a boner while eating seaweed soup, sitting up and sticking out his arms like a Ken doll, letting those dreamy, long fingers peel away his oversized white and black racer jacket. Left arm first, then the right, taking care to slide it off, the sleeve cocoon stripping back to reveal the beautiful butterfly that was his fresh, brightly inked right arm.

“Oh? That’s right, you were covering up some big tattoos today, huh?” Yoongi perked up, his raspy voice with a twinge of curiosity, padding over to investigate. Underneath the jacket, Jungkook had worn a closely fitted, white, ribbed tank top. Comfy but wouldn’t get in the way. “Ho, so much color. Quite rockstar of you. You’re become such a cool guy, heh.”

“I wanted the individual images to stand out more and the artist suggested adding some color,” Jungkook clarified, slurping away at his dinner again. “I just trusted him.”

“He did such a good job,” she was saying, delicately holding his hand. Jungkook tried not to melt into a puddle. “The gradient is fantastic. The text here looks cleaner too.”

“Oh, yeah, I asked him to clean up some of my older tattoos too. For consistency.”

He continued munching happily until…

“So, what’s with the boner?”

Jungkook nearly choked again.

“Ay, Yoongi-ssi, leave him alone,” she chided, smacking Yoongi in the butt. Received a scalding squinty side-eye in response but she didn’t seem to give a shit. Nerves of steel. “You know he can’t cum unless I let him.”

Wow, okay, way to broadcast the facts!

“Hey!”

She tilted her head and rubbed the tip of his nose. Open-mouthed smirk included. Gulp. “Am I wrong?”

Against his better judgement, Jungkook pouted. “Noona…”

She patted his thigh. Condescendingly. He intensified his pout but it was futile. “Finish eating, okay? I’ll help you out in the shower…” She winked, devilish. “As usual.”

Yoongi snickered. “Just don’t be too loud.”

“Put on some headphones then,” she countered.

“Oi, I’m not blowing out my eardrums.”

“Then listen,” she hummed, caressing Jungkook’s jeans. “Or watch. No one’s stopping you.”

The bottom of Yoongi’s lips upturned, giving him the expression of a disgruntled cat. “I have to sleep.”

“Oh, like you don’t sleep enough, grandpa.”

“That wasn’t what you were calling me when I had you folded in half under me.”

Jungkook was left to slurp his soup to the sound of their bickering as her hand gently stroked the inside of his thigh. It could be worse. Could be better too, like her unzipping him and establishing dominance by jacking him off at the kitchen island. But Yoongi was not so easily fazed, so she didn’t, and Jungkook cried at (and secretly enjoyed) the feeling of pre-cum soaking through his underwear.

Turns out, he didn’t have to wait that long to enjoy suffering.

Er.

Attention?

Towards the end of his meal was getting a bit annoying to scoop up what was left, so Jungkook put down the spoon to pick up the bowl and drink of the rest of the soup. For a brief second, he was let go and he noticed Yoongi was flicking his hand over his noona’s chest. She grabbed his hand, pulling that scowling face to her into a sudden and tense kiss. Hey, he wasn’t above some adult entertainment while eating. Well, maybe not during the majority of the meal, but Jungkook kept a (big) peeper out. From his periphery, he saw Yoongi slip his hands under her shirt and heard her murmur in satisfaction, trailing kisses over Yoongi’s face. He saw his hyung smile in response, warm and genuine and butterfly-inducing.

Jungkook lowered the bowl slowly as Yoongi opened his eyes.

And winked.

Devilish.

“I’m leaving,” Yoongi suddenly announced, untangling himself and slinking away.

His noona snickered and shook her head. “Okay, nerd.”

Then she turned around and, before Jungkook could say anything about Yoongi running away like a criminal undercover, she revealed that her shirt was now open and fully exposing her perky tits and large, hard nipples.

“Oh!”

Jungkook felt his eyeballs nearly pop out of his skull at the unexpected surprise.

She acted as if they could ever have a normal conversation with her boobs right in front of his face. “So, are you still tired? Just wanna get washed up and go to sleep?”

He tried to answer but from the first word it was impossible. Her pajama shirt was sliding down her perfect shoulders, revealing smooth skin and the flannel fabric cradled her breasts, framing them perfectly. She smelled fresh and fruity, just like her signature lotion scent. Blackberry and vanilla. Her forearms lay against his thighs, forcing his body to turn, and he gasped as her fingers fanned out over his muscular thighs and squeezed them, basically half-crawling into his lap to look up at him, asking her questions in a very leisurely and unbothered tone.

“Tired…?” he echoed, his brain in a completely different dimension. “Wuh?”

Her hands glided up his sides and delicately closed in around his waist. He gasped, stiffening as her touch encased him, feeling the action through the fabric of his tank top. She hummed softly, caressing his waist. Slow. Tender. Not a second of rushing even though blood was rushing straight down into his dick at record speed. He felt her gaze on him and shifted his own to her face, seeing her observe him with lovely eyes that contained all the innocence of a kumiho.

So, none at all.

Her smile reappeared, mysterious and sinful.

Her palm grazed over his tense abdomen and he whimpered under his breath. Or so he thought.

“Feeling good?” she asked serenely.

“Y… Yeah…”

Down. Tracing the button of his jeans. His breath caught in his throat. Fingertip by fingertip, in slow motion, tapping lightly on his bulge. Barely any pressure. Solidly tucked between his legs, her ass sticking out. He would be fine with the other side of the view too. This house needed more mirrors, Jungkook concluded.

“Do you remember why you came to me?”

He stopped staring at her ass as the question registered. He was holding his right arm out and his left elbow was resting on the counter. “In the beginning?”

“Mhm.”

She was now cupping his covered erection and pulsing her grip around it, making his cock throb and leak everywhere. Great. His boxer briefs were a cum-filled mess now, surely. He could feel the squish and the stimulation against the tip. Agonizing pleasure.

His cheeks warmed. “Ah… Yeah… because… my previous girlfriends said I f-fucked like a robot…”

“You think maybe you just weren’t that into them?” she questioned, running her fingertips of her other hand along his back and waist, sending tingles up his spine.

“I…” It was impossible to concentrate. “Ah… Well… A-Aren’t you supposed to fall f-for their personality first…?”

“Is that why you’re into me? My personality?”

Jungkook looked down.

Right at her personali-titties.

He swallowed so hard that he almost choked.

Again.

“Hm?” she mused.

Ripped his gaze from the visual of her prominent nipples hanging down next to his open thighs and into that sly stare that knew everything. Gulp. She continued toying with his crotch, stroking along the length, dipping down to pat the outline of his balls, smirking wider as his cock jerked in his pants. The roar of his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Fuck. It was the power in that gaze. The confidence in her stance. The ability to be below him and be completely, utterly in control. The taste of forbidden fruit, just within reach. The sensation of his whole body being overcome with want and the way she gladly overwhelmed all his senses by her presence alone. She didn’t have to touch him at all. She didn’t have to expose herself. She didn’t have to smell so good. She didn’t have to.

She simply chose to do all those things to drive him even more crazy.

“Yes or no?” she purred.

He could lie, but he was a terrible liar.

“Y… Yes…”

She seemed very satisfied with his response. Slid up between his legs, her hand on his back dropping and gliding up against his chest instead. He shivered, his lips parting as she rose, closer, the warmth of her exhale washing over him, a soft sigh and then their faces close, centimeters from each other with his racing heart under her palm. Her fingers spread out. Her index found his silver chain necklace resting on his collarbones, playing with it with a small smile.

Her other hand was still on top of his hard dick.

Jungkook used to think that there was no way sex could be sexy. The idea of it was sexy. In practice, sex used to be awkward and uncomfortable, but essential to get his rocks off. It felt like something he had to do. But it wasn’t like that, at least with her. Well, he still sometimes felt awkward and uncomfortable, but Jungkook suspected she was doing it on purpose. He didn’t mind though, because she always touched him with such fondness and – maybe this was the delulu talking – but he really didn’t need the sex so much as he needed her to keep looking at him the way she did.

His dick throbbed suddenly in protest.

“Ah–!”

She tilted her head and kissed him.

Placing a chaste kiss right below his lips, the soft press taking his breath away, and then her lips ghosted over his, grabbing a fistful of his tank top and kissing him deeply. Fuck, how he loved her lips. How could he describe them? So fluffy and yet so insistent. Determined, seductive, pulling him to her and sighing, her contented breath filling his lungs and giving him life. His left hand found the collar of her shirt and gripped it tightly, not even realizing he had closed his eyes instinctively, wanting nothing more than to melt into her. Her hair brushed against his cheek and neck. Her scent warmed him, sweet and decadent. Her knuckles pressed into his sternum, unyielding. Her fingers tangled into the silver chain around his neck, possessive.

His brain melted into a puddle of bliss.

He moaned her name into her lips as she parted. She squeezed his inner thigh through his loose jeans. Still, the fabric was too thick for it to be satisfying enough.

“W-Wait…”

“You kinda taste like beef,” she remarked, releasing her hold and patting his chest. “Come on. If we fuck in the kitchen, I’ll have more to clean than your dishes.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn. “O… Oh.”

She backed up a step and took way too long to button a single button to cover her breasts again. He spent a good ten seconds gawking at their perky shape and the way her obvious nipples stuck straight out. She acted as if nothing was wrong, lingering between his spread-open thighs.

“You have to shower quickly, right? Go get started and I’ll come wash your back.”

“But, n-noona–!”

Her hand flew up and landed at the base of his neck. Thumb to one side, four fingers on the other. Jungkook froze.

She cocked an eyebrow.

Then she smirked.

His pulse hammered in his throat, so close to being constricted.

“Are you saying you’re flexible enough to wash your own back now?”

Jungkook shook his head so fast his vision blurred. “Nope. I’m weak. Help. I can’t take off my clothes either. Owie. It hurts so much.”

“Mmmm, very convincing.” She didn’t sound convinced. At all.

Damnnit.

-

“Gah!”

She gave him an exasperated look. “As if I haven’t seen you naked before.”

Minutes later, Jungkook found himself sitting in the bathtub, puffing his cheeks as he washed his hair with his left hand and felt the bath sponge rub against his back. Ah. She was leaning over the side of the tub, holding onto his left shoulder and rubbing circles into his back. Aaaah. He had left the plastic on his right arm for now, intending to remove the tape as his last step so he could rinse it off with a gentle, unscented cleanser. The water was lukewarm. Not the greatest, but he didn’t want to steam up the bathroom. It would be bad for the tattoos.

“U-Um… noona?”

“Hm?”

She rubbed down to his lower back. He sat up straighter. There was a wet towel blanketed over his crotch. Not really for any reason other than cold. Yeah. Anyway. She leaned over and kept going, massaging him at the same time. He gasped as she pressed the base of her palm into his muscle and kneaded.

“I… uh… about what I said earlier…”

“Mhm.”

He jumped a little but she was just leaning over to grab the detachable showerhead, adjusting the water to the correct temperature. “I hope… I hope I didn’t offend you or anything. I do like your personality a lot. You’re assertive and funny and you always remember stuff I like,” Jungkook rambled, lowering his left hand. His right was slightly hanging off the edge of the tub to keep it out of the way. Of course, he scrubbed his armpits before she came in. It would have been rude not to clean all the important bits first.

She rinsed off his back. “I’m not worried,” she chuckled.

“Oh, okay.”

“I don’t mind that you’re shallow. It’s flattering, coming from a hot guy like you.”

“That’s good – wait, what?!”

She sprayed the top of his head and sent him into sputters.

“Ah!”

She grabbed his shoulder, quickly and vigorously rinsing off his hair before pulling the showerhead away and turning off the water. Not before spraying him in the chest though. Jungkook found himself with his drenched hair flat against his forehead, making him unable to see. He felt like a wet dog. He almost wiggled away – until her arm slid down and rested against his chest, her other hand slipping under his wet hair and pushing it back, laughing playfully as she spoke.

“Oh, Jungkook. You’re so silly. Don’t worry about nothing,” she sighed, petting his head.

He couldn’t say anything.

Mostly because her tits were now pressed against the top of his back.

Oh, fuck. Her large, soft nipples rubbed against his shoulders. And her breasts, ooh, so plushy. “Everyone knows you like my personality.” So bouncy. Mmmm. “Just like how everyone knows you’ve been thirsting after me since day one.” No, it was more like first thirty seconds of seeing her. “Just like how everyone knows you’re a pain slut.”

Her breasts pressed against his shoulders.

Wait.

What did she say?

She plucked the towel away from his crotch and locked her fingers around his package.

“AAH!”

She slapped a hand over his mouth and pinned him to her body, crouching over him. It was then – how could it be only THEN – that Jungkook’s brain fully registered that she was topless. Possibly bottom-less too! Not only was she naked but also she was roughly massaging his balls with his rapidly hardening length trapped between her thumb and index finger, essentially making a cock ring with her two fingers and a ball cage with the rest. He gasped, rolling his head back onto her shoulder, moaning behind her hand as her touch switched between caress and choking his balls. There was no water in the tub as the drain wasn’t pushed down.

Her hand changed from covering his mouth to slipping two fingers into his lips.

“See? You like this,” she whispered, sultry and low.

He tried to gurgle out, n-no way, but he was too busy lifting his hips and thrusting upwards, trying to get the friction he so urgently desired but couldn’t achieve. She dragged her nails across his balls and his eyelids fluttered, sucking on her fingers, spit trickling past his lips and down his chin, his moan echoing in the bathroom when she finally closed her grip around his aching cock, pumping slow, running a fingertip over the head, slicking out the pre-cum leaking out.

“P-Please…” he whined.

“You gotta get out now,” she reminded him.

“No, please…”

She slowly thrust her fingers into his mouth, rubbing his tongue. “You should wait longer, shouldn’t you?” He tried to shake his head but he couldn’t, his hips bucking as her speed increased. “Don’t want you to get sweaty and all that.” Fuck, please, he wanted to scream and nearly did when she let go and lightly smacked around his stiff erection, slapping his cock against his tense inner thighs. It bounced around, the head dark red, aching for release. He was so hard that his cock popped right back into position, sticking straight upwards between his spread legs. “Do you really think you’ve been a good boy?” His own saliva was dripping down his chin. How did she get this level of desperation out of him so easily? She held his shaft up with only the back of her thumb and firmly smacked his balls, rapid and light, making him cry out and squirm. “Hold it up.”

“N-Noona, please…”

“Hold it up if you want me to suck your dick,” she ordered calmly.

The thrill raced up his spine. His hair was dripping, droplets down his cheeks and neck. This was it. This electric, intense feeling that seemed to control him, his hand ghosting down to wrap around his twitching length, gasping sharply when her fingers left his mouth. She cupped his chin instead, tilting his head up and now they were looking at each other, only for a moment, her sparkling eyes rich with passion, intoxicating pleasure snaking up his core as he melted under her hot gaze.

This was the feeling Jungkook always wanted.

She lowered herself down. He stared at the ceiling as she teased his balls, moaning and lazily stroking his cock as she slapped them, dragged her fingernails over them, squeezed them. Spit on him. He whimpered, teasing the underside of the swollen head of his cock, more, flinching as she spat on him again, gasping as she dug her nails into the sensitive area behind his balls, coaxing himself to the edge and then stopping, building the frustration.

She kissed his hot cheek.

“You’re doing so good,” she murmured into his ear, licking it softly.

Her right hand closed around his left and they edged him together, their fingers laced, her teeth on the curve of his ear and his moan radiating off the tiles. Long, deep strokes, building up the speed. So good. Tight, rapid pace, close, his chest rattling, so close, his eyes rolling back when her hand clamped around the base of his aching cock and squeezed hard, cutting off the high and colliding him into the mental wall, his dismayed cry drowned out by her lips devouring his.

Fuck!

Was he going to get to bust a nut or not?!

-

“Please, don’t.”

He put on his best pout as she held the Magic-8 ball in front of her body. Still wearing her black seamless panties, but that was it. She was lightly sitting on his thighs, straddling him on the bed as she shook it teasingly.

“Noona, come on…”

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

She lowered it and Jungkook gasped as the black plastic ball touched his chest, wiggling uncomfortably as she rolled it back and forth. Foreign and cold. It warmed up against his skin.  She leaned over him, not adding more pressure, but giving a great full-frontal view with her breasts trapped between her upper arms.

“It won’t be fun for me,” he whined, gripping the sheets tightly.

He reached up to squeeze her breasts, using his left hand, shuddering as he felt her hard nipples against his palm, looking up to see her tongue dance at the edge of her smirk, her tousled hair trailing down her shoulder. That had been the game before. He would ask to have sex. She would shake the Magic-8 ball and get his answer – resulting in twenty-six straight refusals from that evil children’s toy. Unlucky? Maybe. Cursed? More likely. Extra cursed because it was Park Jimin who purchased and gifted her the thing.

Grr.

Jungkook was still pissed about that.

She tilted her head, sending part of her face into delicious shadow.

“We can make it a little game.”

His hand slid down her arm and covered hers.

“No games,” he begged, catching the edge of his lower lip with his teeth. Her eyes shifted down. He was playing all his cards. She muttered under her breath, hah, I love that underlip mole of yours, how can I resist a lip bite, fuck, and those cute, round, big brown eyes… all while lowering herself to him, drawn to his plea, releasing her hold on the Magic-8 ball.

She rolled it on his chest and into his open hand.

“Okay. No games.”

She kissed him again.

A claim to his lips. Soft and insistent, working him into a frenzy, making him grip that hard plastic ball tightly as his breathing shallowed, moaning as her tongue slid in, out, in, out. He felt her hands frame his head, crowning him with her fanned-out fingers. Tingling as her thumb rubbed across his temple. His jaw. His earrings, toying with them, nipping at his lower lip and sucking on it, her warm body settling between his legs, soft to hard, rubbing up against him.

Fuck.

Fuuuuck.

She pulled on his hair roughly and his lip slipped from her teeth due his own whimper, gasping hotly as her kisses danced down his throat, then running her tongue over the trail of kisses. She had a hand planted onto his chest to prevent him from arching his back, lapping at his collarbones daintily as she tugged at a fistful of his still damp hair. Sparks of pain showering down from the crown od head meeting the maddening bliss of her lips on his chest, traveling, decorating his clavicle, each mark of her teeth mirroring the redness of a fallen rose petal.

He tried to lower his chin and shuddered against the hurt, making better and worse at the same time, opening his eyes as she let go of his hair, seeing her sliding down his torso.

That ass.

He felt a nip at his nipple and his breathing hitched, snapping down to see her looking up at him, expression highly amused.

“Pretty nice ass, huh?”

No one said she was humble.

He grinned. “Yeah, I should take a pic and make it my phone background.”

She chuckled, running her tongue over his hard nipple and Jungkook shivered, transfixed by the image and the simultaneous surge of pleasure. He lifted his head higher off the pillow. Shallow breaths, watching, the glossy tip of that dexterous pink muscle against his dark nipple, her lips closing around it, feeling his body stiffen as he felt the sucking sensation vibrate through him. The moan bubbled in his tightened chest as she gently bit, licked, sucked, alternating between the actions. Her fingernails dragged over his sides and flexed abs, electrifying his skin with the pressure. He flinched when she released him and replaced the rough play with kisses, moving across his chest to do the same to his other nipple.

She glanced at him, witnessing his perverse enjoyment with a knowing glint in her eye.

He clutched the Magic-8 ball at his side with in his left hand, falling back into the pillow moaning, writhing slightly as the sucking intensified. Her hand slid down, stroking the inside of his thigh. He could barely feel the side of his half-hard cock brush against the back of her hand.

“F-Fuck… please…”

His entire body jolted when she popped her lips off him and sealed her work with a kiss.

“You’re so impatient, Jungkook,” she hummed, pressing her tongue flat to his nipple and rubbing roughly, saliva sticking to his skin. “So needy.”

His mind was spinning. Blood running hot under his skin, body uncontrollably quivering, clutching the sheets and the Magic-8 ball for dear life. The pent-up arousal was driving him insane but, as a wise man once said, gotaa go insane to stay sane. Or something like that. Jungkook couldn’t remember any wise proverbs right now. He was too horny. She was rising, re-clipping her hair with that cute sheep-shaped claw clip, keeping it out of her smirking face.

“Y-Yes, I am needy… a-ah… please…”

Slipping down, down.

She pressed her palms into the innermost part of his thighs, spreading her fingers over his crotch, and swallowed his cock.

He moaned so loud that Min Yoongi surely heard.

Hey.

No one said Jeon Jungkook was subtle.

Especially when being pleasured.

Immediately his cock swelled at her up-and-down motion that came with tongue and lips and a tight, wet, warm throat that pushed him in as deep as possible. He was always somewhat shocked at how easily she maneuvered him without her hands, preferring instead to use only her mouth to take him all the way to the base and lick at his balls, her constricting throat suffocating the thick head of his cock, and then back up, running the sensitive skin over the roof of her mouth and closing her lips around the tip tighter, teasing the underside of the slit with deft flicks. Then, again, swallowing his growing length, molding her tongue to his girth, slathering saliva over his balls.

God, Jungkook loved the bed suck.

She had an immaculate level of control when giving a blowjob on the bed. He didn’t have to do anything but lay back and relax, occasionally looking down to follow her head movements and see his length glistening in between her plush lips, then collapsing again as the erotic euphoria overtook him again, his chest fluttering with the intensity, his core tightening, lost in lust. He completely forgot the itchiness of his right arm. The colors were brighter under the overhead light and the lotion he had applied right before getting into bed, a sharp contrast to her bare arm against his hip, her elegant hand nestled up his side, her perfect round ass in the air. His pants blending into moans, floating on cloud nine from her tight, soft mouth and agile tongue, wondering how the fuck he got this lucky.

She’s basically a porn star in bed, Park Jimin once said.

She paused when she noticed him watching her again. Extended her pink tongue past her lips, slapping his balls and scooping them up against the base of his cock, raising an eyebrow at him.

Damn.

Truer words had never been spoken.

Then – thankfully – she returned her attention to his cock, except this time it was tighter, faster, and he gasped, feeling her push the head up and force it deeper into her throat when she descended, oh, fuck, he could see her breasts bouncing too, those perfect nipples, damn, obvious wet noises drowned out by the more obscene sounds he was making, crying out, moaning, the pace intense and deliberate and racing, and the only way he could describe it was as if somehow her mouth had become a warm, wet sleeve for his twitching cock, powerfully massaging his length all over, close, his eyes rolling back.

There.

He groaned as he shot into her suffocating throat, wanton and pathetic, finally, his mind going blank, pumping thick cum into that tight pocket and whining as she swallowed, fuck, finally, her pinning his flinching hips down as his shuddering length jerked again, another vicious throb and dripping cum, tears stinging the edge of his vision, gasping out her name as the apex of pleasure consumed his nerves and set them alight.

Fucking finally.

He felt his orgasm squish into the back of her tongue and around the aching head of his cock and he moaned. Long and loud and pornographic. He felt himself twitch in her mouth. She brought him down, slow and wet, a low hum vibrating from her throat to his cock to his core.

Jungkook panted.

Tension shimmered throughout his chest and limbs, keeping him breathless.

Wait.

Her tongue rubbed against the underside of his girth, fanning out along the pulsing, abused head, sending racing sparks over his ass and up his spine.

Wait a second.

Her fingertips glided over his slick balls, squeezing them and making him shudder at the shocking bliss.

I’m still hard.

He yelped, snapping his head down, but it was too late, too late to stop, the afterglow of his last orgasm building towards another, her head sliding up and down, her lips flush to his glossy shaft, him whimpering while he watched, shivering at the lewd image and the idea of back-to-back orgasms, so good, fuck, she looks so good and it feels so fucking amazing, the addictive adrenaline spiking, the lasting buzz radiating all over, oversensitivity increasing the forbidden pleasure, tight and wet and soft, taking him as so deep his balls slapped into her chin, the muscles of his body flexed and tense, hard underneath the soft.

His second orgasm slammed into him.

His head fell back and the pleasure swarmed him, knocking the air out of his lungs, drawing out his lustful moan, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. Her name tumbled out of his lips, praises, swears, her name again, the words mixing together on his confused tongue. She swallowed again, loud to his ears, so obvious, and he trembled all over. The sharp spasm of ecstasy left him rattled, whining, feeling her licking him again but tender, even more gentle this time, slurping around his softening cock, the sensitive skin prickling and pulsating under her warm tongue.

“So… fuck… s-so fucking good…”

Oh, how he loved the feeling of her lips and those kisses feathering his thighs, his crotch, his cock, his balls, shivering in delight, all his previous frustrations making it everything so much more satisfying.

Uh.

He didn’t just think that.

Shit.

“Man, you’re loud.”

“Gah!”

“Hey, Yoongi.”

She planted herself on top of his drenched cock, laying out all over him with her hands on his chest and shoulder. Jungkook gawked at her and then at his hyung standing there at her open bedroom door, looking around at the pastel sheep plushies decorating her room and pausing at the pink bunny and tuxedo cat plush sitting on her desk. Then those dark brown orbs moved back to her ass leaning against Jungkook’s still trembling thigh.

“You could have taken off your panties,” he grumbled in his low voice.

She turned her head to look back at Yoongi. “Sorry. I didn’t think about it since I wasn’t going to get any tonight. I didn’t know you would be watching.”

Her words made Jungkook frown. “What do you mean, you aren’t getting any?”

She faced him again, raising her eyebrows. “What are you talking about? We shouldn’t push it. You’ll get too sweaty.”

“But, noona, that’s not fair, I could…?”

Silence.

A bird cawed outside.

“Use you left hand?” Yoongi snorted. “Meh.”

She smiled. “I’ll wait. I can be patient.”

Yeah, well, guess who couldn’t be patient?

As the youngest, he protested. “You could use my thigh. Or… Or my forearm! You like that!”

“No, no. I’m fine with waiting.”

“You’re doing this on purpose! You’re torturing me by not letting me feel you cum!”

Jungkook paled as his hyung and noona grinned at the same time. Deviously. In unison. Scary as fuck. Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his long black hair framing his cunning eyes and open-mouthed smirk, serving every bit the allegations of being sex on legs. Jungkook trembled as he felt her trail her fingers along the base of his neck, sensually rubbing his collarbone. Thumb on one side, four fingers on the other. Not moving up but reminding him nonetheless.

“Whatever gave you that impression?” she drawled.

They were in cahoots.

Not that Jungkook minded.

That was how he got this lucky in the first place.

The Magic-8 ball rested against his naked hip, the window reading, without a doubt.

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[weekend-whip]

Ninjago Fic Rec Week (2024): Day 1

Prompts: Oneshots/Ninja! (Keeping it a little short today since I'm LATE but here's a lists of oneshot starring the Ninja!)

Ninja Oneshots:

A Little More Than Sixteen Candles: My self-rec for this list! A story about Kai celebrating his birthday with the Ninja for the very first time...and the fact they don't actually know how old he is. Shenanigans ensue <3

Unfortunately, You're Amazing: I've been slacking on reading Jay fics lately (A CRIME) but this one's a classic favorite of mine! Deals with Jay and his lamentable fascination with Samurai X and their mech—though, maybe the unexpected friendship may led tot something better later on?

Adjusting: Heard there was an outcry for some Pre-Pilot fics, so what better one than this story about Cole?? Cole attempts to make friends with the bizarre newfound members of this so-called team, but he has some trouble...adjusting (OOOH TITLE DROP!!!)

My Battery is Low (And it's Getting Dark): Always a must-recommend from me, this Zane-centric tale chronicles his time alone in the Never-Realm through a video diary that breaks down his feelings on the other Ninja, his attempts at dealing with his situation...and his own spiraling doubts and loneliness until suddenly he doesn't

D is For Don't Drop Kick Metal Helmets Unless You're Wearing Shoes: Gotta be logged into Ao3 for this one mmmBUT it's a fun little story focusing on Nya, her time as Samurai X, and bits of her and Cole's dynamic! Really great character voice in this one, along with many funny and charming moments!

Some Burn Hot, Some Burn Cold: A Lloyd story that have served as a great inspiration to me along with being an all-around fascinating look into how Lloyd deals with his emotions, especially compared to everyone else. Love me some Lloyd confronting emotions *-*)9

[sebstanaddict]

Stuck With You

Sebastian Stan x Reader One Shot

A/N: This might be the fantasy of every Seb fan out there 😆 Just a little something I wrote for fun that will hopefully put a smile on your face. Enjoy 😊

Summary: What happens when you get stuck in an elevator with the one and only Sebastian Stan? 😁

Warning: fluff, some cursing

Word count: 8.3k

Read more of my One Shots here.

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Chrysler Building, New York, July 2023, 9 am

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The sound of heels clacking on the marble floors echoed throughout the main lobby. A pair of feet wearing black closed toe high heel shoes walked swiftly across the hall towards the elevators.

Five more minutes! Y/n glanced at her watch in panic. When she looked up she saw the only elevator that was still open was about to be closed, so she decided to run.

“Hold the elevator, please!” She shouted.

A hand shot out from the elevator and held the elevator door open. She slipped inside and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.” She looked up at whoever held the elevator door open and felt like her heart just stopped.

“You're welcome.” The person smiled at her and she felt like her knees were about to give way.

She couldn't believe her eyes. After ten years living in New York, she finally met him! The love of her life!

She leaned back onto the elevator wall, trying to keep herself together while inside she was hyperventilating.

The person furrowed his perfect eyebrows at her and spoke in the most gentle voice she had ever heard. “Are you.. okay?”

“Y.. yeah..” she stammered, her heart still beating so fast in her chest and her palms started to sweat.

Get yourself together, d****t! She scolded herself internally and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” The person nodded and smiled again then turned his attention towards the elevator door.

The elevator dinged then stopped. Another person standing next to her excused herself and went out of the elevator. She didn't even realize there was someone next to her, so focused she was at the love of her life. She looked around and noticed two other people standing behind the love of her life.

Okay, maybe she should stop calling him the love of her life. He was practically a stranger whom she only knew from the screens of her cellphone or TV. He wasn't the love of her life, but she sure hoped he was.

She turned to look at the elevator door, trying hard not to glance at him every now and then, but of course she couldn't help herself. He really was way hotter in person, just like most of his fans that have met him said. He had thick stubble around his mouth and jaw. His brunette hair was thick and fluffy at the top but short on the sides. He wore a blue blazer with a white t-shirt underneath and matching blue trousers, he also smelled really good, just like what other fans that have met him said.

He glanced at her and smiled and she quickly turned her face away, butterflies flying around in her stomach.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself but caught his smell again, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around even wilder. There was no use, she couldn't be calm, how could she? She decided to just enjoy inhaling his intoxicating smell, trying to ingrain it into her memory as she was sure she wasn't going to meet him again ever.

The elevator dinged again and the other two people standing behind him walked out, leaving her alone with the love of her life!

Her heart beat even faster as the elevator door closed, leaving her alone with him.

“So, we're going to the same floor, huh?” He said and she looked towards the floor numbers on the panel of the elevator. The only number that was lit up was the 50th floor.

“Oh! Uh… I'm actually going to the 48th floor.” She said as she pushed the number 48 on the panel and felt warmth crawling from her neck up to her cheeks. She was way too focused on him that she forgot she was about to have an important meeting on the 48th floor.

“Oh, okay.” He nodded and smiled at her, making her knees feel weak again.

She smiled back and quickly turned her face away towards the elevator door, trying hard to compose herself.

She looked at her watch then up at the floor number display on the elevator panel and felt a slight panic. The meeting was supposed to start and she was still on the 20th floor! She never realized the elevators in her office could be so slow.

The lights flickered all of a sudden and the elevator abruptly stopped, jolting them up and down for a brief second, then complete darkness engulfed them.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she held onto the railing of the elevator next to her.

“What the..” He commented as they stood blindly in complete darkness.

The emergency lights flickered on moments later and she looked up to see that they had stopped on the 25th floor.

“Looks like the power is out or something.” He commented.

“Y.. yeah. Seems like it.” She stammered, not believing the situation she was in! She was stuck in an elevator with him! Oh, her friends in the fandom were going to be really jealous of her. But then again, that was not supposed to be her focus. She needed to attend the meeting or her boss could get really angry at her.

He pushed the emergency button and it lit up but nothing else happened.

“Isn't there supposed to be like a phone or an intercom or something?” He asked as he studied the panel.

“Umm.. I guess so.” She replied, realizing she needed to also figure out what to do.

“I'm going to try and call one of my colleagues and let her know we're stuck here.” She said and he nodded.

“Good idea. I’m going to try and contact my friend too.” He said, pulling out his cellphone.

She looked at her cellphone and her heart plummeted. There was no cellular signal. She tried connecting to the building's WiFi but there was no WiFi on. She tried again to manually search for a cellular signal but her cellphone still couldn't pick up any signal. They were stuck and had no way of communicating to the outside world!

“Do you have a signal?” She asked, looking up at him as panic started to set in her heart.

“No, I was going to ask if you have.” He sighed.

“Oh no. Looks like we're completely trapped here.”

“Yeah. Let me just try and open the door. Who knows, it might work.” He said as he started to push the open button on the elevator panel, but the door remained closed.

“Alright, let me try and do it manually.” He said as he put his fingers in the middle of the elevator door and he tried to pry it open.

“Uuugghhh…” he grunted as he tried to exert a lot of force to his hands. She glanced at his arms and noticed his big bulky bicep underneath the sleeves of the blazer. She knew what she felt was wrong, but she couldn't help to feel the warmth at the base of her stomach at the sight of him.

Control yourself! She scolded herself internally as she realized what she was feeling.

“D****t!” He cursed as the elevator door remained closed and he released his fingers from it.

“I'm sorry, I can't.” He said, turning to look at her, his eyes full of regret.

“It's okay.” She smiled. “Looks like we just have to wait.”

“Yeah, I hope people out there will respond soon. I'm sure that emergency button does something.” He said and she nodded.

“Yeah, I'm sure it does.”

“I'm Sebastian by the way.” He extended his hand.

“Oh, I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you, Sebastian.” She shook his hand and she felt her heart galloping fast in her chest as his hand touched hers.

She couldn't believe it! Sebastian Stan just touched her!

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n.” He smiled and shook her hand back, letting it linger for a moment longer than necessary.

“So.. do you work here?” He asked, dropping his hands and putting them in his pants' pockets.

“Yeah, I work at Quantum Capital up on the 48th floor.” She replied.

“Oh, do you know Michael?” He asked, looking at her expectantly.

“Umm.. Michael Sheehan?” She asked.

“Yeah! He's my investment manager.” He replied and her eyebrows raised.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yeah, been working with him for a year now. I”m actually going to have a meeting with him later on today after I'm done meeting my agents.” He said.

“Well, funny he never mentioned working for you considering.. “ She trailed.

“I know what you mean.” He chuckled.

“I specifically asked him to keep my name confidential. You know.” He explained.

“Of course, I understand.” She nodded.

Still, she needed to grill Michael later on and asked him why he never mentioned this at all. But then again, why would he? He didn't know she was a fan of Sebastian. No one in her office knew. Heck, no one in her life knew except some fellow Sebastian Stan fans in the fandom. Michael was right to keep the information private.

“I wonder what caused this blackout.” He said.

“Yeah, I wonder too.” She said.

“Have you ever experienced anything like this?” He asked.

“No. I've experienced power outages here several times though, they usually didn't last long. So I hope it will be up again soon.”

“Well, I hope so too. I'm supposed to meet my agent now.” He said, glancing at his watch.

“Yeah, I have a meeting I'm supposed to attend too. My boss is going to kill me if I don't show up.” She sighed, expecting her boss to be really angry at her.

“Sorry to hear that. Guess we're both late.’ He responded.

“Yup.” She shrugged.

“Well, in any case, I'm glad I got stuck here with you.” He winked and she felt her heart leapt out of her chest.

“And why is that?” She asked slowly, still not believing her ears.

“Well..” He trailed as his cheeks started to redden a little. Was he blushing? She couldn't believe her eyes!

“Being stuck in an elevator with a beautiful woman beats being stuck with anyone else, really.” He said, giving her a side smile.

She froze and wasn't sure how to respond. Sebastian f*****g Stan just called her beautiful?! He just f*****g flirted with her?! What were the odds of that happening?! She thought in disbelief.

“I.. uh.. I'm sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable.” He quickly said when he saw that she stayed silent and frozen as she tried to process what was happening. He put one hand behind his neck and looked down in embarrassment.

“Oh, it's okay, Sebastian. You just..caught me by surprise. That's all.” She smiled and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, good. I really don't want to make you feel uncomfortable seeing that we'll be spending some time here together for God knows how long.” He responded.

“Don't worry about it, Sebastian. I don't feel uncomfortable at all.” She said as she felt another kind of emotion, disbelief mixed with utter joy as she experienced something she thought would only ever happen in a dream.

“That's good to know.” He smiled in relief.

“Anyway, I hope you don't mind me. But I'm just going to sit down here.” He said as he went down and sat cross legged on the floor.

“Oh, of course not. In fact, I'll join you.” She said as she went down and sat on the floor too, across from him. She was wearing a rather tight knee length pencil skirt so she couldn't sit cross legged, instead she folded both legs on one side and she pulled the hem of her skirt to try to cover up as many of her legs and thighs as she could. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her thighs and his cheeks reddened. He looked away immediately as she tried to process what happened again. Did he just check her out? Once again she couldn't believe it.

He cleared his throat and looked back at her.

“So, how long have you been working here?” He asked.

“Three years.” She replied.

“I see.” He nodded.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Oh, I don't work here.” He chuckled.

“Of course you don't, I mean..” She trailed, kicking herself for asking something stupid like that.

“I just moved to a new agency, the agency's office is here.” He explained, saving her from more embarrassment.

“Oh okay.” She nodded.

“Are you from New York?” He asked.

“Oh, no. I'm from Tulsa, originally.” She replied.

“Tulsa huh?”

“Yeah. I went to Oklahoma University and after I graduated I moved here to work.”

“Oh okay. And how long have you been living here?”

“Ten years.”

“Ten huh? How do you like living here?”

“Well.. it's been tough, you know it's a literal concrete jungle where the survivors are the powerful.” She shrugged.

“Oh, I absolutely get that.” He nodded.

“Yeah. But I still love it here. I love how it's a melting pot of almost every country and race in the world. I love just walking in the streets and finding myself among these different people and race and culture. I mean, in one block you feel like you're in Italy and in the next you feel like you're in India. It's just fascinating.” She replied.

“I agree. There's nowhere else like New York.” He smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Nope, nowhere else.” She smiled back.

And I love it even more that I finally meet you here! She said internally, wishing she could say it out loud.

“Where do you live by the way?” He asked.

Her heart seemed to stop as she heard the question. He wanted to know where she lived?! The Sebastian Stan wanted to know where she lived?!

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I mean.. I get it. The world is a crazy place and people can just stalk you or something. You know. I was just making small talk.” He quickly said when he noticed she stayed quiet too long. His face reddened a little again.

“Oh, it's okay, Sebastian. I..uh..I live in Brooklyn.” She replied.

“Oh okay, we're not exactly neighbors then.” He commented.

“Where do you live? If you don't mind me asking.” She asked.

“Soho.” He responded.

“I see.” She nodded.

“I love going to Brooklyn, though. I mean, I love reading and I think Brooklyn has the most indie bookstores out of all of New York.” He commented.

“Yeah, that's true. I bet you've been to McNally Jackson then.” She commented, referring to one of the large bookstores in Brooklyn.

“Oh yeah, I like the open floor plan and high ceilings. It's a beautiful bookstore.” He commented.

“Yeah, it truly is.” She nodded.

“Have you ever been to Quimby's?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh yeah, it's such a unique place. Do you know they offer tarot card reading at the back? Not that I believe in those kinds of things.” She replied and he chuckled.

“I do know that. That's not why I usually go there though.” He laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I'm sure you're there for the books.” She replied.

“The comics actually.” He said and his face reddened again.

She laughed out loud, making his face even redder. Quimby's was famous for stocking some questionable saucy comics. She couldn't believe he would tell her that.

“I’m sorry, I'm not gonna judge you. I mean, if you enjoy the comics, good for you.” She said and he laughed.

“Thanks. Maybe we should change the subject. This is starting to feel weird.” He commented and she laughed again.

“You have a nice laugh.” He said and her eyes widened.

Was he flirting with her again?! She couldn't believe it.

“Oh, thanks. I can't say anyone has ever complimented my laughter.” She chuckled, trying hard to keep her cool.

“Really? That's weird. I swear your laughter is so nice to see and contagious too.” He said and she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burn.

“Thank you.” That was the only thing she managed to say.

“Alright, pizza.” He stated.

“What?” She asked, dumbfounded.

“I said we should change the subject. So, pizza is the new subject.” He replied and she laughed again.

“Oh okay. Yeah, pizza. I love pizza. Especially New York pizza.” She smiled.

“Yeah, New York pizza is something else. Like the saying goes, pizzas are from Italy..”

“But they're perfected in New York.” They chorused and laughed together.

She looked up and couldn't believe she caught it with her own eyes. He was doing a cute nose scrunch as he laughed. Something he sometimes did when he found something so funny.

That was it. She could die now and be happy. Being able to witness his cute nose scrunch in person was an experience enough to beat all other amazing life experiences.

“So, what's your favorite pizza place in Brooklyn?” He asked after their laughter subsided.

“Well.. I bet you think I'm gonna answer Grimaldi's or Joe's Pizza.” She replied, referring to two country wide famous pizzerias known to be the hot spot for some celebrities.

“Well, both have amazing pizzas.”

“I agree. But my favorite is Dellarocco's in Brooklyn Heights. Their Tartufo pizza is to die for!” She gushed and felt her mouth slightly watered just thinking of the pizza with truffle cream, gorgonzola and mozzarella cheese topping.

“Can’t say I've heard of it.” He said.

“Well it's at Hick's Street. Right around the corner of Remsen Street where my apartment is.” She explained.

“Oh, okay. I might just drop by some time then.” He said and her jaw dropped.

“To the Dellarocco's, I mean. Not to your apartment.. I mean.. unless.. you want me to..” He trailed and his face reddened yet again.

She could feel the burn on her cheeks again as she tried to grapple with the situation. Was he.. interested in her?

“Umm..” She trailed, not sure how to respond.

“Sorry, just forget it. Forget what I said. We should do something else.” He quickly suggested.

Noo.. I would love for you to drop by my apartment! She shouted internally but all she could say was “Oh okay. What do you have in mind?”

“Let's play a game.” He responded with a small smile on his lips.

“What kind of game?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Just something simple, seeing how we don't have much resources.”

“Okay, sure.” She nodded.

“Let's play truth or dare.” He said and she laughed again.

“If you don't want to play it's fine. We can do something else.” He quickly said.

“No, let's play truth or dare. This is going to be interesting.” She said. Interesting was an understatement. She thought. If anyone in the fandom knew what she was doing with him, they were going to freak out for sure.

“Alright, let's flip a coin to decide who asks the question first.” He said, pulling out his wallet and picking up a coin from it.

“Call it.” He said as he flipped the coin and caught it in his hand then put it on the back of his hand.

“Heads.” She said and he opened his hand to reveal heads on the coin.

“Okay, you go first then.” He said as he returned the coin back to his wallet.

“Wait, I have just the thing to help with this game.” She said as she pulled out her cellphone.

“What is it?” He asked, looking at her with eyebrows furrowed.

“I hosted a party some time ago where we also played truth or dare. I used this app to help generate random truth or dare questions.” She answered as she scrolled on her cellphone and pressed the Truth or Dare app on her screen.

“Well that's convenient.” He commented.

“Yeah. Anyway, here it is. Are you ready?” She asked, looking up at him while her thumb hovered above her cellphone screen, ready to press on either Truth or Dare buttons.

“Ready.” He nodded.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“Truth!” He quickly answered and she pressed the Truth button on her cellphone.

She smiled as the Truth question appeared on her screen.

“When was the last time you lied?” She asked and his eyes widened.

“Well..” He said, scratching his head.

“You never lied?” She asked.

“I'm not an angel, of course I have lied.” He responded and she laughed.

Well, you are an angel in my eyes, she thought as she continued to look at him and admired his perfect face.

“In fact, the last time I lied was this morning.” He finally answered.

“I had to tell Anthony that I can't meet him this weekend because I have to work.” He said, grimacing.

She laughed out loud.

“Anthony Mackie?” She asked.

“Uh huh.” He nodded and she laughed again.

“You know you don't have to answer it in detail. The question didn't ask for details.” She chuckled.

“Yeah well. I don't mind sharing some detailed truths to you.” He winked and she felt her cheeks burn again.

“Alright, my turn. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Ummm.. Truth.” She said as she gave her cellphone to him, feeling her heart beat raised as she waited for his question.

“Okay.” He pressed the Truth button on her cellphone and soon a question popped up.

“What’s the worst thing you've ever done?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“Oh great, that is a hard question.” She complained and he laughed.

“You can switch to dare if you don't want to answer it.” He suggested.

“No, it's okay. I'll answer it. The worst thing I think.. that I have ever done is.. not letting my mom know that it was me that broke her favorite vase.” She replied.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. I was like.. five.. we had this ginger cat as a pet. And one day I was in the living room just doing some ballet practice. You know. I was enrolled in a ballet class like most girls my age.” She explained.

“Okay.” He nodded as he continued to look at her in amusement.

“Anyway, I was doing some pirouettes, you know, I twirled around and my legs hit the vase and it fell onto the floor, breaking into pieces. My mom was really angry, she bought it in Italy during a vacation to Rome and it was just so precious to her. I told my mom our ginger cat broke it. She was so angry that she gave our cat up for adoption.” She explained, feeling the burn on her cheeks.

“Oh wow. Okay. That is the worst thing anyone has ever done. What a poor cat.” He commented but she couldn't help but notice the small smile on his lips.

“Yeah. It's the worst isn't it? Sometimes I still wonder whether our ginger cat is okay and what would have happened if I had told the truth.”

“Well, one thing for sure. I'm sure your mom would not give you up for adoption.” He commented and they laughed out loud.

“Okay, my turn again?” She asked.

“Yup. Go on.” He nodded as he gave her cellphone back to her.

“Truth or dare?” She asked.

“Umm.. let's go with dare this time.” He responded.

“Okay.” She nodded as she pressed the Dare button on her cellphone screen.

“Hmm.. this is not so bad.” She commented as she read the question.

“What is it?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Show me your search history.” She commanded.

“Search history? You mean like in the browser?” He asked.

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Okay. Get ready to find my dirtiest secret.” He said as he pulled his cellphone out and started swiping on it, making her laugh again.

“There you go. Judge me all you want.” He said, giving her his cellphone.

She smiled as she read his search history.

“Tiramisu recipe”

“Pannacotta recipe”

“Best Investment 2023”

“Best stock to have 2023”

“Donald Trump biography”

“Donald Trump history”

“Donald Trump fraud cases”

“Ric Flair biography”

“Ric Flair history”

“Okay, the first two are interesting, and the next two are alright, considering you're going to have a meeting with Michael later on. But.. what's with the Trump and Ric Flair searches though?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Umm.. this is supposed to be a secret, as there's nothing definite as of now. But.. I'm in the running to play Trump and Ric Flair.” He said, looking at her expectantly.

“What?!” She exclaimed out loud.

“Not in the same movie, of course.” He quickly explained.

“So, two biopics?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Wow.” That was all she could muster. She knew he was somewhat in the running to play Ric Flair as he was seen having lunch with Ric Flair earlier that year, but Trump? That was completely new to her. The whole fandom was going to have a melt down if he played Trump. She was sure of it.

“This is like.. really top secret. So I beg you not to tell anyone about this.” He said, his eyes pleading.

“Don't worry Sebastian, I won't tell a soul. I'll keep this to my grave.” She said, making a gesture on her mouth as if she was zipping it close.

“Well I hope not to the grave.” He chuckled. “I mean, if I get the part and the news comes out officially you can tell other people.”

“Oh, right. That's a relief.” She nodded and he chuckled.

“Okay, it's my turn now. Truth or dare?” He asked.

“Dare.” She said, giving both his cellphone and hers to him.

“Alright.. oohhh.. this is interesting.” He teased.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Swap your clothes with someone.” He stated and her jaw dropped.

“What?” She said, flabbergasted.

“Yeah, since I'm the only someone here with you, I suppose we should swap clothes. But if you don't want to, it's okay. You could just switch to truth.” He quickly said.

She couldn't believe it! She was expected to strip in front of him?!

But then she realized something as she looked down at the clothes she was wearing and what he was wearing and realized they could just swap one item of clothing without stripping themselves naked.

“It's okay. We could just swap our blazers.” She said and realization seemed to dawn in his eyes.

“That's brilliant.” He commented and so they took off their respective blazers and gave them to one another.

His blazer was of course too big on her but it smelled of him and it felt warm, making butterflies fly around in her stomach. Her blazer on the other hand was so small on him that he could barely get his bulky arms into it. Afraid of ripping it, he decided to just drape it around his shoulder like a cloak.

“You look..” She trailed.

“Ridiculous.” He shrugged and she laughed.

“I didn't say that.” She protested.

“I know you didn't but I know it's at the tip of your tongue.” He said and she laughed again.

“You, on the other hand.. you look.. great.” He winked after checking her out, making her blush once again.

“No, I look like a five year old playing dress up in her father's closet.” She stated and this time he laughed.

“Still looks great though.” He said after his laughter subsided. She couldn't believe how flirty he was to her!

“Anyway, let's continue.” He said, giving her cellphone back to her.

“Right, truth or dare?” She asked.

“Dare. I feel like doing more daring stuff.” He said and she smiled in amusement.

“Okay. Hmm.. Talk in an accent.” She said as she read the question on her cellphone screen and he laughed.

“Shouldn't be too hard for an actor, huh.” She commented and he laughed again.

“Yeah well, it depends on the accent. What accent do you want me to have?” He asked.

“Italian.” She immediately said, smiling a little. She had heard him speak Italian before in two of his movies and he was sexy as h**l in those movies. She couldn't believe she was getting a front row seat to see him do another Italian accent.

“Okay.” He nodded and cleared his throat.

“Ciao bella, como estai? What pizza would you like to order today?” He asked in a thick Italian accent, pretending to be a waiter at a pizzeria.

She laughed. “Oh, I'll have the margherita, please.”

“Ah, fantastico! Excellent choice, bella.” He said, still in a thick Italian accent, making her laugh again.

“That was good.” She smiled.

“Sai, non ho mai visto occhi belli come i tuoi né un sorriso così luminoso e carino come il tuo. Esci con me, forse?”

(“You know, I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours nor a smile as bright and pretty as yours. Go out with me, maybe?”)

He said still with a thick Italian accent and she froze. She didn't speak Italian so she had no idea what he was saying but it sounded sexy as h**l, making her heart flutter.

“You know, I have no idea what you're saying. But.. you were so so good..” She commented.

“Oh.. yeah..” He said, putting his hand behind his neck again and she could see his face had slightly reddened again.

“So.. what does it mean?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Oh! Nothing. I was just commenting on the weather.” He said and he looked down, fiddling with his fingers.

“Hmm.. okay. Well, it's your turn now.” She said, giving her cellphone to him. Somehow she felt like he was not telling the truth about what he said in Italian, but she couldn't push him about it, it would be rude to do it.

“Right. Truth or dare?” He asked, accepting her cellphone from her.

“Dare.” She said.

“We're both pretty daring people, huh?” He chuckled.

“Guess we are.” She laughed.

“Alright.. umm.. ooh ho ho. This! I'd love to see!” He exclaimed out loud.

“What?! What does it say?” She asked, her heart beat faster in her chest.

“Do a freestyle rap.” He said gleefully and her heart dropped to her stomach. She had never ever rapped in her life.

“I can't.” She shook her head.

“Oh come on. Just do something short. Like a line. It's not that hard.” He persuaded her.

“Well if it's not that hard why don't you do it first?” She said with a glint in her eyes.

“This is not how this game is played.” He shook his head and she laughed.

“Well, I'm not doing it unless you do it first.” She folded her hands in front of her chest.

“Fine.. okay. Here goes nothing.” He said, clearing his throat.

“You better lose yourself in the music,

the moment

You own it, you better never let it go

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo”

He rapped the song Lose Yourself by Eminem. She laughed and closed her mouth with her hand. She couldn't believe what she just witnessed. Never in her whole existence as a Sebastian Stan fan did she witness him rapping at all, so the moment was like gold to her.

“Oh my God.” She continued to close her mouth with her hand, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Was it that bad?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Oh no no! On the contrary, that was brilliant!” She exclaimed breathlessly.

“You're not just teasing me, are you?” He asked, still with his eyebrows knitted together.

“Of course not! Now how am I supposed to top that?” She complained and he laughed.

“You know what, do you know the song Love The Way You Lie by Eminem and Rihanna?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, I know that song.”

“Well, what do you think if we sing it together? You sing the Rihanna part and I'll sing the Eminem part, well.. rap the Eminem part more like.” He asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Well.. okay. Sing? I can do that.” She smiled.

“Good. As it happens, I have the song stored here on my phone so we can just sing along.” He said.

“That's brilliant!” She smiled and he smiled back warmly at her, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around again.

She couldn't believe what was happening. She was going to sing with Sebastian Stan?! She definitely woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.

“Okay, ready?” He asked, his thumb hovering on the play button on the music player of his phone.

“Yeah.” She nodded, her heart beating so fast in her chest.

“Okay.” He nodded then pressed the play button.

Rihanna's voice immediately came out from the speaker and she sang along as best she could.

“Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?

Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?

Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie”

Then Sebastian started to rap along with Eminem.

“I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

High off of love, drunk from her hate

It's like I'm huffing paint and I love her, the more I suffer

I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown

She resuscitates me, she fucking hates me

And I love it, "Wait

Where you going?" "I'm leaving you"

"No you ain't, come back"

We're running right back, here we go again

It's so insane 'cause when it's going good, it's going great

I'm Superman, with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane

But when it's bad, it's awful

I feel so ashamed, I snapped, "Who's that dude?"

I don't even know his name, I laid hands on her

I'll never stoop so low again, I guess I don't know my own strength.”

She was amazed at how good he was at rapping. They ended up singing along to the whole song. Her heart soared in her chest as they sang and rapped together. Granted, the song was a sad song, but it didn't matter to her. She was singing with the person she most admired in the world and nothing felt as amazing as that moment.

“That was awesome! You have a beautiful voice!” Sebastian exclaimed excitedly as soon as the song finished and she couldn't help but blushed again.

“Thank you, Sebastian. You were awesome too! Never knew you could rap!” She commented excitedly.

“Yeah well. That's another secret of mine I just shared with you.” He winked and she felt herself red in the face again.

“Anyway, guess it's my turn again?” He asked, putting his cellphone back in his pocket.

“Oh yeah, that's right. So, truth or dare? She asked.

“Dare.” He answered.

“Alright, another dare huh.” She said as she pressed the Dare button on her cellphone.

“I told you I'm feeling daring today.” He said and she smiled.

She read the question on her cellphone screen and felt like her heart just stopped. It couldn't be!

“So, what's the question?” He asked.

“Umm.. here. It's better if you read it yourself.” She said, feeling her cheeks burn again as she gave him her cellphone.

“Oh.. okay.” He nodded and accepted the cellphone from her.

The corners of his mouth turned up slowly as he read the question then he looked up at her.

“Kiss.. someone.. here..” He said in a low voice.

“You don't have to if you don't want to. We can just press the button again so another question will pop up. Or you can switch to Truth if you want. Or we can just stop..” She said frantically but she couldn't continue saying what she wanted to say because he suddenly put his index finger on her lips, startling her.

“Y/n.. it's fine. I'm willing to do it.. unless.. you don't want me to? Because you have a boyfriend? Maybe?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he dropped his finger from her lips.

“Umm.. no.. I don't have a boyfriend.” She replied, her heart galloping fast in her chest and her palms started to sweat.

“Okay. Good.” He smiled warmly at her and if her eyes didn't play tricks on her, his eyes seemed to darken a little as he looked at her, making her feel the warmth in the base of her stomach again.

He stood up slowly and extended her hand to her. She picked it up and stood up slowly, feeling pins and needles on her legs and winced a little.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he stood closer to her and looked down at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah.. it's just that my legs feel a little numb..” She grimaced.

“Okay. We can wait if you want until it feels better.” He suggested.

“No, it's okay. It feels better now.” She said as the numbness slowly went away.

“Alright.” He nodded and moved even closer to her. He gently placed one hand on her waist and another on the side of her face.

Her heart continued to beat fast in her chest as she looked up at him and waited for him to make the final move. His gorgeous ocean blue eyes were hooded and he went inch by inch closer to her to the point his lips hovered above hers and she could feel his gentle breathing on her lips.

Their lips were just a split second away from touching when a bright light attacked them and the elevator door slowly opened.

They immediately broke apart and turned to look at the door. Two men wearing technician uniforms looked at them curiously.

“Oh, thank God you guys are okay.” One of the men said.

“Yeah, we're.. we're okay.” Sebastian said, smiling at the men but his shoulders were slumped.

Ugh! Bad timing you guys! She protested internally.

“So, what happened?” Sebastian asked as they finally got out of the elevator together.

“There was a power outage. It was restored half an hour ago and all the other elevators started to work again except this one. We've been trying to contact you guys through the intercom but it didn't seem to work.” The other man said.

“What intercom? I didn't see any. I just saw the emergency button.” Sebastian said, his eyebrows raised.

The technician guided them back into the elevator and showed them a small button under the current floor display as well as a speaker next to it.

“Ah okay, we didn't see it.” Sebastian said.

“Even if you didn't see it, it was supposed to work when we called you from the control room but it didn't. We're really sorry, sir, it seems it's broken.” The man said.

“Oh okay. Well, the important thing is that you managed to get us out. So thank you for that.” Sebastian said.

“Yeah, thank you guys.” She said.

“No problem, sir, ma'am.” The man said, smiling at them.

“If you'll excuse us, we need to repair the intercom. You can use the other elevators.” The man continued.

“Alright, thank you so much, man.” Sebastian said and the men nodded at him.

They entered another elevator next to the one they were trapped in, finding two other people already in it. He stood at the very back of the elevator after pressing the 50th and 48th floor buttons on the panel. She stood next to him and both faced the door.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she realized that this was it. He was going to leave her life and they were never going to see each other again. That kiss would never happen. She was sure of it.

The elevator stopped on the 48th floor and she turned to look at him.

“I guess I'll see you around?” She said, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah. Let me walk you to your office.” He said, startling her.

“Oh, okay. Excuse us.” She said as they walked out of the elevator together.

They arrived at an empty hallway where her office was located. The elevator door closed, leaving them alone in the stillness. They stood face to face, his hands in his pockets while her hands hung loosely by her side. Her heart beat fast in her chest as she anticipated his next move.

“So.. Thank you for being a nice companion during a bad situation. I had fun being stuck in an elevator with you.” He smiled, gazing down at her intently with his gorgeous ocean blue eyes, making her heart flutter wildly.

“Oh, you're welcome. Thank you for being a fun person too, back there. I.. I had a lot of fun too.” She smiled back.

“Good. I'm glad. Anyway, I believe this is yours.” He said, taking off her blazer from around his shoulder.

“Oh yeah.” She said as she took off his blazer and gave it to him.

Just then his cellphone and hers rang at the same time, making them both jump. They sighed and they pulled out their respective cellphones together.

She glanced at her cellphone screen and saw her boss' number flashing on the screen. Her heart plummeted and she immediately picked it up. Just as she did so, Sebastian turned away from her and talked on his phone too.

“Hello.” She answered the call, dread filled her stomach as she turned around.

“Y/n! Where have you been?!” Her boss' loud voice came out of the speaker.

“Mr.Thomas, I'm really sorry. I got stuck in the elevator during the power outage.” She immediately explained.

“Oh for God's sake Y/n. Out of all days, why did you have to get stuck in an elevator today?!” Her boss complained.

“I.. I'm sorry Mr.Thomas.” She stammered.

“Where are you now?”

“I'm on my way there, sir.”

“Alright, make a run for it.”

“Yes, sir.”

And her boss hung up without saying anything.

She turned around and found Sebastian still on the phone, his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth turned into a frown. She didn't want to bother him so she waved her hand in front of him and mouthed while pointing her thumb back towards her office. “I have to go.”

He nodded and mouthed “Okay.”

She nodded and turned around, sprinting towards her office.

She didn't expect their good bye to be like that. She expected him to do more because it seemed he was genuinely interested in her.

But then again, maybe she was just imagining things. Even if they never see each other again, she was still so happy to have met him. At least she now belonged to the group of fans who have met him in person. In fact, she thought she even got the best experience with him! So, yeah, she was still so elated about it. That day was definitely one to go down in her history book as one of the best days of her life!

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Dellarocco's Pizzeria, Brooklyn Heights, New York - the next day, 1 pm

She opened the door to her favorite pizzeria and smiled widely as the smell of pizza baking in the brick ovens traveled into her nose. Her stomach rumbled as she walked towards her favorite spot by the window and took a seat.

“Ciao bella, como estai?” A waiter came by her table and greeted her.

“Hi.. I'm good, thank you.” She smiled. She didn't know Italian but she knew enough of what the waiter just said to her.

“The usual, miss?” The waiter asked.

“Yes, please, thank you so much!” She replied and the waiter nodded. Soon she was left alone to enjoy the atmosphere of the pizzeria.

She looked around and found the pizzeria not to be too crowded. There were only eight tables occupied, aside from hers. There were two tables occupied by a family of four, four tables occupied by two people who seemed to be having a business meeting of some sort, one table occupied by a couple and one table occupied by..

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she registered the person sitting alone at a table across from her. The person held a comic book in his hand and was smiling as he read it. Then he looked up and his eyes widened as he looked at her.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest as the man smiled at her and closed his comic book. He stood up and sauntered over to her.

“Ciao bella, como estai?” He greeted her and she laughed.

“Hi Sebastian. I'm good, thank you. How are you?” She asked, looking up at him with butterflies flying around in her stomach.

“I'm good too, thank you. Mind if I sit down?” He asked.

“Of course not. Please take a seat.” She smiled, gesturing for him to take a seat.

“Thank you.” He smiled and pulled out the chair in front of her then sat down.

“So, what brings you to Brooklyn Heights?” She asked.

“Well, I have some free time today and I realized I haven't visited Brooklyn in a while. Our conversation yesterday reminded me that I need to get a new comic book from Quimby's.” He explained, showing her the comic book in his hand and she laughed.

“And then.. I remember you said the pizza here is to die for. So, I got curious and tried it.” He continued.

“And, what do you think of it?” She asked with a small smile on her lips.

“You were right, it was to die for!” He gushed and she laughed.

“Told you.” She winked and this time he laughed.

“Anyway, I also have some unfinished business here..” He trailed, gazing at her intently, making the butterflies in her stomach fly around wildly.

“With the most beautiful woman in New York.” He continued with a low voice, making her tremble.

“I see..” She said, trying hard to keep it together even though she felt like she was moments away from fainting.

“You see. There are two things I need to tell her.” He said, the corners of his mouth turned up a little, his gaze unwavering towards her.

“Two things?” She asked and swallowed hard.

“Yes, the first one is. I need to tell her that I was lying.”

“Oh? About what?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you remember the Italian words I said yesterday?” He asked.

“Oh, the one where you talked about the weather?” She asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes, that's the one.”

“What about it?” She asked, curious as to where this was going.

“Well.. I wasn't talking about the weather..” He trailed.

“Okay…what were you talking about?”

“Sai, non ho mai visto occhi belli come i tuoi né un sorriso così luminoso e carino come il tuo. Esci con me, forse?”

He asked and once again she had no idea what he was talking about but she still swooned over him nonetheless.

“It means..” He said with a low voice as he leaned closer to her and she leaned closer to him too.

“You know, I've never seen eyes as beautiful as yours nor a smile as bright and pretty as yours. Go out with me, maybe?” He asked with a husky voice.

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest and her knees felt like it was made of jelly as she listened to him. Sebastian f*****g Stan just asked her out?! Was this a dream?!

He continued to gaze at her expectantly as she froze in front of him.

“So.. what do you say, Y/n?” He asked again.

She blinked and willed herself to calm down.

“Of course, I would love to go out with you, Sebastian.” She finally managed to say.

“Okay. Phew. That's a relief!” He exclaimed and she laughed out loud.

“So, what's the second thing you need to tell me?” She asked as her laughter subsided and they both leaned back on their chairs.

“The second thing is..I believe I owe you something.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh? What is it that you owe me?” She asked, her heart beating so fast in her chest as she had an inkling on what he was talking about.

He looked around for a second then moved to sit on a chair next to her. He placed one hand on her waist and turned her to face him.

“I believe I still owe you a dare.” He said with a low voice, leaning even closer to her, making her feel like her heart was going to burst out of her chest.

He placed one hand on the side of her face, taking his time to stroke her cheek gently with his thumb while his gorgeous ocean blue eyes studied hers intently. Then he pulled her face closer to him and their lips finally met.

Nothing could describe what she was feeling as they kissed. No words would suffice. Incredible, amazing, great, awesome, earth shattering. Those words were an understatement of how his kiss made her feel. It was the best kiss she ever had, and it was the start of many other kisses they shared together over pizza, over comics, in between singing and rapping and even inside elevators.

When she thought she just met the love of her life yesterday, she never expected to be right. Against all odds he really was the love of her life and she was happy to be stuck with him until the day they died.

[good-beans]

Concept that just popped into my head: Milgram characters doing "get ready with me" videos

Aw, this was so fun!! I always love your hc style of normal au/everyone's chilling, and tried to go the same route -- it was so cute to think about :D

Haruka: Puts on his outfit for the day and explains everything in great detail. He has lots of comfortable items and fun colors. At the very end he speaks off-camera and you realize Muu was standing there cheering him on the whole time. He gets a lot of encouraging comments, and Muu and Fuuta keep an eye on the account to delete any nasty ones that may come in.

Yuno: Shows her outfit, makeup, nails, and bag she’s taking with her. She tries out a variety of styles (not just sticking to the more feminine looks we see in canon). She gives a bit of a tutorial and tips as well as showing things off. Has a main account for her daytime outfits, and a more private one for her nighttime looks. Mahiru is the only one aware of the latter account.

Fuuta: Layers. Lots of layers. There will be three sweatshirts laid out in front of him and you wonder which he’s going to choose before realizing he’s putting them all on. He focuses most on his sneakers and sportswear. He plays loud music over the videos, not knowing what to say. Has gotten into comment-section arguments over those yellow socks.

Muu: Also does a full look at her appearance: nails, accessories, etc. She mentions where you can buy everything, and it’s unclear whether she was sponsored by these brands or is just excited to talk about them. (Whether they’re actually together or not,) she’ll have Haruka on as a guest a lot to show off couple’s outfit ideas. She definitely has the biggest following, and loves recommending Haruka and the others’ accounts.  

Shidou: He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but his account is getting tons of views so the others keep encouraging him to make videos. He’s just glad to be connecting with the other prisoners as they show him how to do it. He dresses in a mix of the sleek patterned shirts and dad fits, and both types of videos are equally popular. 

Mahiru: None of the serious-faced flirts or little pouty faces – it’s all smiles for her. Every video is basically a full tutorial – she has captions and a voiceover giving commentary on everything. She has the next biggest following, and interacts constantly. She loves getting questions “what should I wear on an x type date?” “How do I dress to impress x type of person?” because she always comes up with the perfect outfit to help. 

Kazui: A bit confused as well, though he does know a lot about style. His interro question makes it seem like he wanted kids – I think he’d really get into the account as one of those “Dad How Do I” types. He talks about matching things, clothes upkeep, shaving/hairstyling. 

Amane: Also wouldn’t have made the videos without prompting from the others, but enjoys it a lot. She usually talks about practical things instead of “vain” fashion: she’s excited to show off a new raincoat, sturdy shoes, useful pockets, etc. Over time, she leans into outfits that are more cute and colorful, gaining confidence in them. 

Mikoto: He started the account as something for one of his design classes, and got really into it. He likes to challenge himself with unique styles and clothing articles, making pretty much anything work. He keeps everything professional in case an employer/coworker sees, but isn’t afraid to add some flirting and flaunting in there. If he’s open about his plurality, he’ll have some special videos, “choosing an outfit for John today!”

Kotoko: Like Amane, she’s more excited about practical outfits. She’ll show off clothes that have good flexibility, places to store and conceal objects, and heavy duty materials. She’ll rate jackets, boots, and other “military-grade” things for what has worked best for her. She’s very attentive to the accounts that follow her – she does full background checks to make sure her info is being used for justice, not more crime. Mahiru convinces her to do a special where she puts all her piercings in and talks about why she chose them/what they mean.

Es: Experiments with a lot of new styles, trying to figure out what they like. They also just play music in the back, not having much to say about each outfit. They'd rather focus on their series of dressing-up-Jackalope videos, much to his dismay...

[magpod-confessions]

Honestly i wanna hear opinions on season 4, cus im gonna confess i could NOT finish it (didnt move on to season 5 either lol). Got to like ep 135 & i just couldnt tell any of the episodes apart it felt like such a drag; just a slog of misery with some offhand Important 5 Minutes once in a blue moon. I hate repetition & i got the sparknotes from fandom/wiki stuff so yeahhh i just stopped listening; i still love TMA & it’s story & characters, it’s just the execution that got to me RIP

Everything felt kinda forced to me ig? Like there was some shoe-horned “humans are more monstrous than the actual monster” that snuffed S1 Jon’s fun cockiness/jackassery just to make him ? The best one in the archive ??? & all of his wrongdoings are either off-screen or justified by him being tricked into becoming a literal monster against his will (who would STARVE w/o his ‘evil-doings’, which didnt even kill ppl). Also felt like everyone got needlessly dumbed down except for Martin (the Love Interest ofc, who got 180’d from his pre-established incompetency to be some mastermind in a playing field he should have REALLY been inept in) just so they’d be blind to Jon’s situation & be mean to him LMAO

They started trying to make Jon accountable for “choosing this” & i couldnt handle it, held no fucking water to me—the guy being explicitly puppetted & manipulated as the entire plot? That guy is expected to take responsibility here? Felt like some after-thought theme they threw on top of it all. Anyways uhh feel free comment either on what i said and/or your personal thoughts on the season, or nothing if ya got nothing lol

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Ehh disagree. S4 isnt my fav but I dont think its bad. S1 Jon to s4 jon feels like natural character progression to me. He starts as acting all high and mighty to try hide the fact he has no idea what hes doing and is terrified, and then experiences a lot of ppl dying that he feels is due to him and is his responsibility. At that point his thought pattern is 'I keep messing up and making mistakes and getting myself and everyone around me hurt, so other ppl surely know better'. Hes got a lot of black and white thinking around him, which has been consistent throughout his entire characterization

I dont think any characters were dumbed down either

Melanie was always angry, she only go worse bc she had smth making her think everything she did was justified and when that stopped she became avoidant and stopped lashing out. She was still angry, just managing it better

Basira has always been Daisys no1, the person to justify all of Daisys actions. She knows what daisy did and why its bad but she holds onto the idea that daisy is right in doing so. She blames jon for what he does bc logically she knows its wrong, hurting ppl who havent done anything is wrong, but still excuses daisy bc she needs to. Bc that was a fact of her life and it cannot be wrong. In the unknowning she focuses on facts to keep her grounded and to her 'Daisy is a good person' 'Hurting ppl is wrong' and 'If you hurt ppl you are a bad person' are all facts she needs in her life to stay grounded. How she justifies Daisys actions is by saying that the ppl who daisy hurt were worse and it ultimately helps more ppl to have them gone. Not only can she not do that with Jon, as she believes those he hurts are entirely innocent, she also doesnt care to. Shes not close with Jon and she doesnt have 'Jon is a good person' as a fact in her mind, so she doesnt need to work to excuse his actions. Its all or nothing with her, if you hurt and continue hurting ppl, no matter your reason, you need to stop and the only way you will stop is if you are gone. She also has a lot of black and white thinking, gotta love the autism podcast

Martin being a mastermind in s4 also makes sense bc him being stupid is an act. If ppl think your stupid theyll underestimate you and ultimately leave you alone. They wont scrutinize you, they wont attack every part of you, they will brush it off as just a typical normal thing. It will get you ignored and you cannot be hurt if nobody knows who you are or how to hurt you. Its a lonely miserable existence but its one martins used to. Martin rarely drops the mask of 'Sweet but stupid' bc he needs that to survive and tbh he probably learnt that from needing to survive his mom LOL. Martin just knows and picks the best method of getting ppl to like him, which for him is doing exactly what they want and keeping their expectations low so they wont hurt him as much when they mess up. Honestly in s5 I see him as hes finally got to a place where he doesnt care if everyone hates him, bc he has someone who does and thats all he needs. Hes survived the worst of it and he doesnt care anymore

Part of the reason everyone blames Jon is bc he is there and he is the one who is currently causing the most problems. Also they dont actually see the extent that Jon is manipulated. Elias talks and interacts with Jon differently to how he interacts with others. All of them met Jon when he was already at the institute, they meet him when it does actually look like he made his choice, entirely of his own free will. It doesnt help that daisy is there, someone who completed their transformation like Jon did and turned back on it, and she looks like shes managing well enough. She is surviving without feeding so why cant Jon do the same? Also basira does trust elias on some level. She trusts he knows more than she does and can be an asset if used correctly, which definitely doesnt help things. Also the idea of Elias is locked up, he cant affect Jon anymore so why is Jon still acting this way. Elias has very effectively vilified and isolated jon and jon doesnt fight back against it bc he believes it as well. Other ppl are normally right so why wouldnt everyone be right abt him?

Oh my god that was an essay and I absolutely missed sooo much stuff but idk take that - rosette

i literally have nothing to add . rosette sincerely you are insane and i love that . i honestly don't have a lot of s4 opinions that i could really put down , but i also disagree anon . s4 may not have been the best , but it certainly wasn't Bad or not enjoyable to listen to . coming from someone who has listened to the podcast twice now [ and who is planning on a third relisten ] , i really do enjoy s4 as a whole . martin's buildup and his manipulation of peter lukas is honestly one of my favourite parts , because it has been said that martin was originally going to be apart of the mother of puppets ! this shows that part of martin we didn't get to see but has been there . i got distracted and don't remember what else i was gonna type um . whoops - deceit

[dizzy-n-busy]

★There's Peace in Submission ★

In other words, Rook is overworked and Auron helps!

{cw: Mildly/unintentionally suggestive(?), non-sexual kneeling, d/s w/ pet mention, Rook behaves pet-like and enjoys it}

I dunno why this thought has plagued me but have it 🔪🔪

• • • ★ • • •

They were overworked.

They knew they would be, with a job like theirs and a Boss like that, it was bound to be straining.

However, it doesn't stop the fact that it's a lot. Yeah, Rook's a good employee who gets work done properly and has higher-ranked levels of experience compared to some of the other new hires, but it's still a lot of work.

Still too many words, too much blue light, too many hand cramps, back pains, repetitive gossiping voices they can just barely hear beyond the clicking of keys which seem endless but never enough.

It was maddening.

So much so that Rook had stood at the printer about 5 minutes after their papers were already printed, thoughts garbled and a migraine buzzing behind the pain killers they'd already taken. They swallow and blink out of their trance, collecting their papers and trudging off to their Boss's office.

They focused on the clicks their shoes made and not the vertigo peeking around the corner - which keeps happening everytime they're up for too long - thinking over their greeting for the red-head. Just a small and simple 'good evening sir, I have all the records you asked for' and they'd be out, filling out the rest of the hours till close with the constant humming overhead lights and blank stare at a screen.

Fun.

Rook eventually sees a shiny, copper colored name tag glimmering on a dark oak door. They straighten their spine as they walk down the hallway to it, barely remembering to knock first.

Knock, Knock...!

Two knuckle taps got a chilled 'come in'.

The doors hinges hardly squeaked due to upkeep but with how overwhelmed Rook's senses were, they were deafening.

Auron sat on the opposite side of the room, half covered by his desk and laptop, writing on a piece of paper with quick glances. Rook swallows down the exhaustion and creaks open their mouth.

" I have the records..."

They flinch at the crackly tone and poor introduction, their throat felt like bleeding from the misuse.

The voice seemed to shock Auron, given how he paused and glanced at who spoke. Behind the expanse of his pupils laid a bleak confusion.

" Rook? " He spoke differently, a bit softer than normal. Despite his gaze being analytical and cold, Rook felt their knees almost go out at the worry flashing in his body language.

They tried to talk again but it seemed fruitless when he beckons them closer, their body moves subconsciously and they feel inclined to shut the door. Auron leans in a bit closer as well, staring into their eyes.

Rook liked Auron's eyes, through the clear glass of the frames perched on his nose bridge did his brown eyes shine; having a wall that always seemed to fall away when they locked eyes. Those same glass framed eyes fitted around Rook's face with assessment.

Auron's lashes fluttered slightly when he did, Rook noted that his bottom ones were always just a tiny bit longer and more pronounced than the thick layer on top. His eyes lid a bit and he leans back in his chair.

" Have you been taking care of yourself, Rook? " The sentence falls slowly, with a drawl of sentiment lagging a bit behind.

Rook creases their brows and almost drops their papers, " why do you ask? "

Auron raises a brow at the distinct lack of his title in their sentence.

" Considering your one of my most prevalent employees, with a very important job, I'd hate it if you started lagging behind due to - " his eyes give them a once over, " - personal issues. "

Rook knaws at their inner cheek, looking down quickly. It was expected of them to behave professionally but they don't even know how to respond without breaking down into frustrated tears.

" Eyes on me. "

It was a familiar sentence, one that was dipped in baritone - one they couldn't disobey.

" Tell me what's wrong, Rook. " His softened brown eyes search theirs for any hints, unknowingly disarming them further with the milk chocolate color, " I want to know if I can help at all. "

Now, Rook has never been particularly shy; if they wanted something, they'd ask - but his question sparked more than just asking for a 5 minute break.

" Can I kneel for you later? "

They kept their voice low, mostly to keep it from crackling again. They stared at Auron who seemed just a bit taken aback, shielded eyes hold a firm gaze. It's too much for Rook, they glanced down.

They've talked about this recently, a random droning conversation a week ago by now; prattling on about anything that came to mind. Rook confessed that they liked kneeling for Auron, not in a sexual way (unless the time calls for it) but a therapeutic way.

They told him how they felt safe and comfortable sitting by legs and placing their head on his knee. He told them that could be arranged whenever they need it, he even bought a pillow on one of their outing trips.

" Why later? "

Their eyes rush back to his just as he throws down something to his side; Auron motions them closer and they follow, legs numb and arms heavy. Crossing the barrier of his desk showed a pillow on the floor, right beside his legs. Rook's eyes flicker to his immediately when he speaks.

" Why not now? " The red-head shifts forward and grabs the records from their hands. His sentence discombobulates them more.

They rush out an anxious explanation, the thoughts they've been having crystalized into words.

" We're still on the clock and I still have more work to do - " They can hardly feel Auron's hands encompass theirs, " - I have to file some extra data and fix a new hires misstep in the system...! "

Their rambling falls short when Auron squeezes their hands. " As far as I'm concerned, you've done all that you were assigned today. "

Rook wants to retort, but they can't. He only scheduled them to do the records today since they completed a large chuck of work yesterday. Their mouth hangs open in a part from lack of response and Auron grins at them.

" And extremely well at that, I can just tell by the papers here that you didn't slack a second on it. "

Rook almost preens at the praise rolling down their spine. Their knees buckle.

" Kneel for me, pet. "

Rook dips to the plush pillow on the floor, one knee after the other; their hands slipping from Auron's to rest on either side of their thighs. They keep their eyes on Auron, finding his head slightly tilted and leaning against his knuckles with his elbow to the glossy surface of the desk.

He taps his leg once with his off hand, the pointer and middle finger skirting the edge of his knee, clad in tailored pants.

It was inviting.

Rook gently lays their head to it, feeling the thoughts slip away. They barely catch Auron ringing up someone.

" Hey, Trish? Cancel everyone whose supposed give me their work in person, I have important business to do. "

And they sat there for hours as Auron looked through their work they'd given him. Loving the dull ache in their knees and the smooth fabric against their cheek. Auron had started playing some random instrumental music, saying it helped him concentrate.

Rook knew it was for them but they didn't bother saying anything about it, they don't even think they can talk right now.

Auron shifts back in his chair and gazes at the darkening sky from the big glass windows. He sighs contently and looks down to Rook sitting still and relaxed by his leg.

He can see that their mouth is slightly open and their eyes are damn near closed, he places a hand in their hair, " Rook - "

He gets cut short when their head follows his hand, leaning into the delicate touch and now showing their face to him from the crane in their neck.

Their eyes fluttering and rolling to a close, a catch in their breath - dissimilar to a pant - brushes against his inner arm which they lean their cheek to; their skin warm and soft against his pulse.

Auron smiles, seeing them far more relaxed and calm then they were when they first arrived. He moves his hand to coddle their cheek, making their eyes open blearily, the color almost completely black from the expanse of their pupils.

" Let's go home, Rook. "

• • • ★ • • •

[saintlesbian]

hello i would like to know some of your worldbuilding re: paradise state! sounds like it's a bit about wealth divide, so what kind of accesibility/convenience differences are there? Like, are bycicle helmets different for each animal? are there standard ones for cheap and custom unicorn helmets for a ton of money? or conversely is that a sort of handwaved away and you're more focused on the characters and their dynamics with each other instead?

Paradise State is a story more focused on characters and dynamics, so a lot of the heavy furry worldbuilding stuff gets handwaved away so as not to distract from the main story. characters are generally designed to be as humanoid as possible (aside from their heads, tails and fur), so some of the more complicated animal traits are simplified (i.e. digitigrade paws, talons, hooves, etc. being translated into a plantigrade format that still resembles the original form but also can fit in normal shoes) for ease of drawing.

that said! although i was originally gonna just dismiss this ask since there aren't really any instances in which the story itself would address furgonomics like this, i remembered one of the characters (Stephanie) actually rides a motorcycle? so i thought this might be a fun thought exercise to try designing standard issue headgear for furries :P

the average motorist helmet has a longer visor to account for varied snout lengths, as well as an ear shaped pocket for higher ears (covered with a lightweight mesh so you can still hear), and removable sections on the top for people with larger horns or antlers to fit up top. horn protection not included; those are sold separately.

other headgear has been altered somewhat to accommodate for ears and snouts as well. respirators and face masks shape more like muzzles with an adjustable strap wrapped around the back of the head. glasses generally don't have temple pieces as people's ears are often too high up to be worn comfortably, so instead they just have very secure nasal bridges. goggles and any other eye covers wrap around the head and go under the ear.

ofc none of this is actually mentioned in the story, these are simply my personal style guides for drawing certain headgear :D

[loveydoveylex]

Too much is too much, and Ramon breaks down in front of his lover. AKA Lex Really Wanted To Hug And Comfort Ramon So He Wrote Fanfiction About It. ~1,7k words. I pretty much wrote this in one go, but I had a lot of fun with it! As always, please enjoy!

“Why?”

The sudden sound of a certain blonde vigilante’s gruff and scratchy voice made Lex’s antennae perk up, briefly lighting up the otherwise dark and dull alleyway the two were currently taking up as a temporary hideout. Lex tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on his conversation partner–none other than Ramon, of course–before he softly spoke up.

“Why… what?”

“Why are you still here?”

Lex swallowed a lump in his throat, unsure of how to answer, and instead chose to let the question linger in the cold, freezing air. He glanced at the ground, observing as the rainfall from above came into contact with the concrete below, leaving its mark in the form of various small puddles scattered throughout the passageway. He let out a throaty sigh, his breath visible in the cold air. No reply was given, and Lex merely looked the other way, his cheeks dusted with a faint rosy color.

“Look at me,” Ramon sneered, his teeth gritted and his eyes so focused and sharp that they could practically pierce through Lex’s skin; however, his scowl and bitter expression were quick to vanish at the sight of Lex's gaze drifting back to look at him–the corners of his mouth turned upwards–and it didn’t take long for Ramon’s tough facade to get washed away in the rain. That damn smile.

“...Sorry,” Ramon mumbled, kicking a few pebbles to the side. A couple of them stuck to his shoes, which were soaked and muddy from the weather. He slid down the brick wall he had been standing up against, letting himself fall to the ground.

“I just don’t understand.”

Lex frowned, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something, but couldn’t get the right words out. He scratched the back of his head, internally cursing himself out for not knowing what to do. Eventually, after a minute or two of uncertainty, he joined Ramon on the ground, scooting closer to him. The two sat like that for a while, the only sound around them coming from raindrops that tapped against the surrounding buildings.

A long moment of eerie silence passed by, before Lex finally opened his mouth to say something; his throat–figuratively speaking–felt dry and sore, and his voice came out strained. “...Do you, um… do you need to be alone? Do–do you want me to leave?”

This caught Ramon’s attention, whose eyes widened as he felt his heart sink. But he couldn’t show it. Not now. Nevertheless, he felt a ringing in his ears begin to drown out the rain.

“...Leave?”

“Well–it’s, uh–it’s just that you seemed… you seemed… I guess…”

Lex fumbled with his words for a few seconds, repeating himself as his throat felt like it was getting more and more dry for every second that passed. For every word he spoke, he found it becoming harder and harder to breathe.

“I–I guess, uh… you seemed… uncomfortable? You seemed uncomfortable… that I’m still here. I–I can leave, no problem. I get it. Really.”

A sharp pain hit Ramon right in the chest; he barely even registered it, but before he knew it, he was clutching Lex’s gloved hand in his own, squeezing so tightly that it almost hurt. As if he let go, even for just a second, he would never get to see him again. The strength of his grip caused his knuckles to turn white, and he let out a sharp breath through clenched teeth.

“D–Don’t leave.”

Ramon’s voice was soft-spoken–nearing the same high pitch it once used to have before he had broken down from all the lies. From all the deceit. From all the bullshit.

“I don’t want to be alone again.”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t go through that loneliness again. For crying out loud, in all the years that Lex had been hiding in the shadows from the hands of Eden, Ramon had thought he was dead. Now he finally had him back, and he was absolutely petrified that at any moment, he could slip away again. That he could blink and he’d be gone without a trace. And he’d have no way of knowing what would happen to him if he did. His thoughts were racing, and he didn’t even realize he was trembling until he felt the warmth of another person pressed up against his own body, wrapping him up in a comforting embrace–and it didn’t take long for him to completely melt into the touch as he felt Lex’s face nuzzling against his own. 

With anyone else, his first instinct would have been to flinch and get ready to defend himself. But with Lex… he could never even dream of even getting anywhere near close to harming him. Not in a million years. All he could do now was let all of the tension in his body get washed away, instead overtaken by butterflies in his stomach and warmth in his heart.

A hug. When was the last time he had been hugged? He’d… he’d surely hugged someone in all those years without Lex, right? He had friends. He had… he had the Board of Directors, he had his fans… those were friends, weren’t they?

Weren’t they?

Oh, fuck it. He was a sad, lonely, self-loathing sack of shit with no friends who hadn’t felt actual honest physical touch with another person for so long that he had almost fucking forgotten what something as simple as a hug felt like.

All that lost time… he should’ve been there for Lex. He should’ve protected him. He failed him. And yet here he was, enveloping him in his arms–or lack thereof–and rubbing circles on his back.

Why?

Why was he still here?

Ramon couldn’t keep it together anymore. He felt like such a pathetic low-life. And thus, the tears began to fall. What he had hoped to hold in as a few gentle sniffles turned into full-on ugly sobbing as he clutched onto Lex for dear life. He wasn’t supposed to see him like this. No one was. But if he had to let his guard down around anyone, he’d rather it be Lex.

Maybe it was okay to be vulnerable. Just this once.

Lex stayed put, his grip on Ramon tightening as he gently rocked him back and forth in his embrace, letting him cry as much as he needed to cry. He held him so close that he could feel Ramon’s heartbeat as if it were his own, and his tail emitted a low, comforting glow as it wrapped around Ramon’s body, providing just a tinge of warmth–a shimmer of security amidst the cold, hard outside world.

They stayed like this for a few minutes–Ramon seemed like he’d been holding that in for a long time–before the sound of sobbing grew quiet, eventually dying down completely. Ramon didn’t even dare move his hand to wipe the remaining tears away. Not like it mattered, anyway–the downpour was still heavy, and it really didn’t make a difference whether he was crying or not. He just wanted to stay like this for a little longer. He needed this right now.

“...I promise,” Lex began, his voice barely above a whisper, “I’m never letting you go, Ramon. Never. Okay?”

Ramon didn’t respond, but his expression softened, and he let out a heavy breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in.

“If… if you’ll have me, I’m yours. Forever. I know I would love nothing more, heh.”

Ramon couldn’t help but crack a weak smile at the way Lex’s words trailed off into a chuckle. He didn’t deserve him. He really didn’t.

“...Lex.”

“Yeah?”

“If… if I had known you were alive, I would’ve–”

Ramon didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Lex cut him off with a delicate kiss, gently cupping his cheeks–which only grew hotter and hotter the longer the moment went on. Oh, he had missed this. Having someone love and care for you so unconditionally. It was an incredible feeling. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment for as long as he could, before they both had to break apart to catch their breath. Lex–who was lightly shivering from the coldness of both of their chapped lips, though he didn’t mind at all–planted a small peck on Ramon’s nose, making him emit a low, genuine chuckle for the first time in who knows how long. Lex felt his own face light up in response. He wanted nothing more than for Ramon to be happy. And he felt like the luckiest guy on Earth to be able to be the source of that happiness.

“Ramon… please–don’t dwell on the past, okay? We can’t–we can’t live life like that. We’re in the present now. And we’re together. That’s–that’s all that matters,” Lex cooed, placing his hand on top of Ramon’s–who wasted no time in intertwining their fingers together. “You know, I watched you. All that time when I was in, uh–when I was in hiding. I saw every single one of your shows.”

Ramon snickered, rolling his eyes. Deep down, though, he was genuinely appreciative and flattered–even if he didn’t show it verbally. “Yeah? I’m surprised you tuned in to that stupid shit.”

“...It was kind of stupid, yeah,” Lex couldn’t help but snort. “I just wanted to see you. And–and hey, you did look really cute in that suit.”

“That thing was at least three sizes too small,” Ramon grinned, his face heating up even more at the notion of Lex having missed him that much. His snickering had turned into full-on laughter, making Lex’s heart flutter. And for a moment, he just took in the sight of Ramon in that state; actually smiling and laughing. 

God, he was lucky. 

He shook his head before he got too carried away–though a deep blush continued to coat his cheeks, despite the freezing weather–and stood up to get back on his feet, still holding Ramon’s hand in his, who hopped up alongside him. Lex's tail remained in the same position, however, still enveloping Ramon's body. Letting him know he was loved.

“And speaking of the present–we’ve gotta get out of this rain before, uh–before we catch a cold,” Lex muttered, scanning the environment for any kind of shelter, even if there wasn’t much to make out during the dark evening hours.

“Eden’s cops are on our tail, and your biggest worry is getting a little sick?”, Ramon scoffed– though it was meant lightheartedly–and after a moment, he let out a content sigh, giving Lex’s hand a firm squeeze. Despite the circumstances… he actually felt happy.

“Never change, Lex. Never change.”

[the-sky-queen]

One year since I redesigned my sona for tumblr purposes, so it's time to redesign again! Behold! ME :D

I LOVE IT SO MUCH IT CAME OUT SO GOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Design notes under the cut of you're interested!

As you guys saw in the history of my sona post, the wings have always been my favorite part of the design, but I didn't include them in version 3 and 4 whatever reason. But they're back now and I'm super proud of how they came out! And I also gave myself pointy ears because Estelle gave me pointy ears in her take on my sona and I thought they looked really cool.

For hair, I decided I wanted to keep the bangs, even though I've grown out my irl bangs by now. Idk, I just really like how my sona looks with bangs! I also made the hair on the whole look a bit more scruffy and less perfect. To top it off I added a little ahoge thingy on top both because I thought it looked cute and because I can be SO obvious, so I thought it would fit. XD

Clothes have stayed pretty much the same, except for the shirt being a darker shade of purple. Purple is my favorite color, of course I had to emphasize it more! And of course I kept the gold feather necklace. :)

To finish it off, I redesigned my shoes! Mostly because I didn't wanna have to draw the laces the old design had. XD The coloring is a reference to the gold and white color scheme of the earliest versions (1 and 2) of my sona.

Overall, the old versions focused a lot on translating my irl appearance to the paper as closely as possible, whereas I just let myself have fun with this one! I took a lot of inspiration from older versions of my sona but I just did what I wanted! Again, I'm SO insanely happy with how this came out. I hope you all like it too!

[starsurface]

hello again! i have nightwolf on the brain again, so could i ask for him with a toddler regressor who asks to play with his spirit animals? (no im not asking this just for Kiba... or maybe.. she's my favorite out of all of his animals but still >.<) 🔮

Hi!!! I like Nightwolf's animals (I love animals in general)!!! I got the bear's and eagle's names from a quick online search. And I only know that Kiba's a girl, I don't know about the other two but I made them girls too. (Tell me if I'm incorrect!!)

Although, I did kinda throw the whole 'spirit' concept away, ish? Like, they can eat animal snacks, but Nightwolf still has to summon them, you know?

Also I'm so sorry but I realized these are so much more focused on the animals than Nightwolf himself!!! :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Nightwolf w/ Toddler Regressor That Plays With His Spirit Animals Hcs

🐺 Nightwolf’s spirit animals are important to him, Komo (bear), Hana (eagle), and Kiba (wolf)

🐺 But you are also very important to him

🐺 He actually really likes you spending time with his animals!! Both when your big and when your little

🐺 But does have to summon his spirit animals so you have to ask to play with them :(

🐺 Although he’s rarely ever said no!! Maybe once or twice, but he probably had good reasons, like it was bath time, or he didn’t want Kiba splashing in mud . . . again

🐺 However, his animals adore you!!

🐺 They get playtime, and head scratchies, and they can go onto the bed-

🐺 You might get a small scolding for letting Komo onto the bed though, she’s too big for it!!

🐺 Komo and Hana like playing with you, but Kiba’s the main one that tries to steal your attention

🐺 Hana has to be specific where she lands and how gently she eats from your hand, especially when your tiny

🐺 And Komo’s very big!! Great fo snuggles, although she does have to watch her claws :(

🐺 Kiba though? Perfect size!! :D

🐺 She can play ball, do tricks, sit on your lap, be used as a pillow

🐺 Nightwolf finds it funny when you try to bribe any of them for cuddle time, leaving a small trail of their favorite snacks to the couch so you can steal them for yourself

🐺 He might tell you that you can’t overfeed them though, they’re still his kombat animals :\

🐺 That doesn’t stop you though, and the animals get pretty huffy when Nightwolf tries to call you out

🐺 A very fun activity was jumping outside in the rain with Kiba

🐺 You got your little rainboots on, and a coat, and jumped into some muddy puddles!! :D

🐺 . . . Although even spirit animals can get dirty, and now Nightwolf has to clean you both off 😮‍💨

🐺 Komo really likes snuggle time

🐺 She’s very big and furry, a great cuddle partner

🐺 Plus she gets to sit on the couch and watch funny cartoons >:3

🐺 Sometimes she’ll lay on top of you, and do an animal like laugh when you whine that she’s too heavy >:(

🐺 ^ Don’t worry, Nightwolf saves you . . . Until it happens again

🐺 Hana will pip (eagle chirp?) with you, sitting on your lap most times because she doesn’t want her claws to grip you wrong 

🐺 Nightwolf will usually have her on his arm so you can pet her, it’s safer that way

🐺 More about Kiba because we love Kiba in this house (and she was specifically requested <3)-

🐺 She’ll bring you things!! Sticks she wants youtube throw, your stuffie when you look upset, a pair of shoes when you're looking outside

🐺 Now, the shoes are rarely ever matching, but the thought is what counts <3

🐺 She takes you on walks, you don’t take her on walks (Nightwolf takes you both on walks, but whatever)

🐺 She’ll whine when you tug on her fur by accident, but Nightwolf will teach you that you can’t pull her fur, soft pats, love

🐺 She doesn’t mind being used as a pillow or a stuffie while your watching your show, she’ll probably take a nap or stare at the colorful screen

🐺 She’ll sit at your tea party too, put a tiara on her and pour her tea, she can’t drink it, but if you keep feeding her little snacks she’ll stay

🐺 Nightwolf totally doesn’t get jealous by how much you wanna cuddle her instead of him, why would he?

🐺 . . . . But he is your Dada, not Kiba, you should remember that every once in a while and come cuddle him instead 🙄 <3

🐺 No but seriously, he does love seeing you hang out and interact with his little friends

🐺 He will join your cuddle sessions though, you can’t get rid of him that easily, darling

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Did you know in Mortal Kombat Defenders of the Realm, Kiba is an actual wolf? And her and Nightwolf combine to give him his Shamon powers? :D (Her relationship with Styker is ridiculous and I love it)

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @fallesto

“You’re wrong, Corneas-kun!” – she laughed; she was neither irritated nor disappointed. It was rather exactly what she expected of him – “It’s not Sylphy…” – she added taking her hands away from him, ruffling his hair quickly. Almost in passing; her eyes now focused on what Regulus was previously looking. Oh! The girls volleyball team. She hummed: --

“So, is Sylphy your favourite now? The official girlfriend for some time?” – he was changing his love interests (or so she thought) faster than she was getting bored with her shoes (which was fast if someone asked)– “But I am sure she’s somewhere there ready with a fresh and delicious lunch for you.”

No, Nunnally wasn’t jealous. She and Corneas-kun would n e v e r work. He was handsome, easy-going, fun. And popular. Nunnally was his opposite. Yes, many considered her pretty, but she was neither fun nor relaxed. Stiff and entitled. That was what most thought about her. And although Nunnally could even admit this opinion wasn’t completely unjustified, she did nothing to change it.

She and Corneas-kun could at most become friends. Friends with benefits, though she still would prefer friends. At least he was only m i l d l y interested in her so they could have so much fun together.

“Oh! So it is lunch time together.” – she smiled – “Rooftop then!” – she took his arm; she wasn’t shy about it. She liked getting in “physical” contact with him. Being the object of common jealousy, and being safe she was not the one. Being on the rooftop was technically forbidden, but she knew they wouldn’t get in trouble. Even if they get caught (and she didn’t expect they would), no-one would tell her a word. After all her father was an important donor, and they wouldn’t like to cause (her) him any unnecessary burden.

“I’ve got French rolls and French cheese. And some grapes.” – she explained; Nunnally was willing to share.

“Have you seen the new girl in the cheerleader team? I’ve heard she already had a crush on you.”

“Tell me Corneas-kun, what do you do to be so popular!?”

[canigetawaho]

After so long we are yet again going to talk about Alien Stage songs 🎉

Unknown(Til The End) (Till's version) used to be my favorite song until round 5 dropped and even now is pretty high in my rankings. I love songs that fill me with energy and this one does an amazing job at it. You can also feel the love he has for her in a very powerful and sincere way, like he is putting you in his shoes (he fits the pained artist type pretty well).

I was surprised that he just cut off his opponent, he didn't even give him a chance it was amazing and such a smart move! (although ruthlessness is to be expected in such a competition I was caught off guard thinking the other rounds will also lean more into sentimentalism). The growl was so full of desperation and I loved it. Same with the way Till destroyed his guitar more as a way to get his point across that he is the winner and it's useless to try, than anything else (not to mention the perfect timing of Till saying "Don't be afraid" and the other dude "screams" right after)

Mizi and Till's version it's absolutely amazing and I like how Mizi's voice goes well with this type of song (in general I think she works with pretty much every genre). This version gives me more of a fun type of vibe with low stakes compared to the other one, you can hear it in their voices that they are just enjoying themselves (I was a bit worried when I first saw she was in the collab because I thought her voice wouldn't be strong enough but I was pleasantly surprised). The only thing I don't like about this is the fact that the growl is missing, it was my favorite part of the previous version after all but it wouldn't go well with the emotions they where trying to convey here so it's understandable.

Their voices work so well together though! I hope we can here more songs from them like this one <3 Amazing collab I really like it :D

One last thing I have to say and it's not really about the songs themselves but the comments I saw on the last version. They really disappointed me to say the least because instead of focusing on the music people were either fighting with eachother about ships or leaving hate about the cover art and in general Till and Mizi working together for this. It doesn't matter if you ship them or not (I personally don't), it's not that deep just enjoy the song for once! The hate was ridiculous and undeserved and it's sad to see such an amazing thing be waisted/just fly over people's heads...

3/? - 4/?