#have a great chemistry and you're left wanting to see more of them. there are some interesting cameos. lipman steals

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 86 (Family Drama)

The next evening, before Heather and Conrad left for their date, her youngest sister, Hazel, arrived in Brindleton Bay to watch her niece and nephew.

Ash excitedly called to her from the computer as soon as she walked in the door. "Aunt Hazel, Aunt Hazel, come check out my new game!"

"Thanks for driving out here so Conrad and I can have a night out," Heather said. "The security cameras are working and Conrad's getting the kids fed before we go, so just get them to bed at a decent hour and no horror movies."

"It's just food colouring," she protested, but with Heather's stern glance she nodded obediently. "Sorry, Ashy. No Moonlight Massacre tonight, after all."

Heather changed the subject before Ash could complain. "I'm sad you won't be in town when we're in Henford this weekend to meet River and Cass' new baby boy. Dad says you don't call home enough."

Hazel laughed. "Dad tells me you don't call enough! None of us could ever call home enough. River still lives there and Dad probably thinks he doesn't get to see enough of him, either."

"Missing out on Dad guilt tripping us to visit for a political conference in San Myshuno's pretty cool, though. Ash, that's enough game time. Conrad's almost finished making your dinner."

Ash moaned, but he turned off the computer and headed for the kitchen as Hazel picked up her niece for a cuddle in her unicorn onesie. "I'm kind of glad to be out of Henford for the night to get in time with Ashy and Lava. Has that weird old dude been a problem lately?"

Heather made sure Ash was out of earshot. "Not since the restraining order," she said, the relief on her face more than evident. "And you're stuck on those nicknames, huh? I thought nicknames were too corny for you."

"It's not my fault your kids are just as cool as volcanoes, big sis."

Heather grinned. Hazel, the baby of their family, could get away with anything and dripped charm to spare, but Heather could tell something was weighing on her mind. "Are you doing okay?"

Hazel took a deep breath, setting Lavender down before she moved to the sofa. "What made you realize you wanted to be single when we were in high school?"

Heather laughed. "It was just easier than having feelings. It's still easier than having feelings, but finding the right person is better. What's wrong?"

She frowned. "What if Nicola and I got married too young? We're different people than we were as teens. When her dad died of a heart attack a few months ago, it felt like I wasn't married to the same person anymore. I know she's grieving, but what if we didn't wait long enough into young adulthood to figure it all out?"

Heather could empathize with her sister's confusion over love and relationships. Not too long ago, Heather would have found it unthinkable to offer her siblings, of all people, relationship advice, but Conrad had shown her what great love could be.

"You know I've never been very flirty or romantic, and I held on to my relationship with Malcolm too long because I didn't think I deserved any better. I'd never recommend it, but I also know Nicola's not Malcolm Landgraab. If you trust her, you can tell her the truth."

Hazel nodded. "No, she's definitely not like Malcolm."

"If you're truly unhappy, don't force it because you think you're supposed to. But if you're asking me, I think it means there's still some fight in you to keep it together."

(Lovestruck's new relationship and chemistry features went after Hazel and her new wife, and I'm rolling with it to see what happens. I cheated their relationship back up a bit - as if what Heather said encouraged her to fight a little more - and we'll see how it goes with them.

The way I said that probably gave away what might happen but pfft you don't know!)

Grateful for her eldest sister's advice, Hazel turned her attention back to Lavender, while Heather joined Ash and Conrad in the kitchen.

"Tomorrow night we'll pack some things into your backpack for your weekend at your dad's," Heather said to her son. "He'll pick you up after school on Friday and take you to his place for the weekend."

"He'll probably send their driver like usual," he shrugged. "But Ray's cool."

"What do you mean, 'like usual?'"

Ash looked at her with confusion etched on his face. "Daddy's reporting til seven on the news every weeknight, Mommy!"

Heather stared at Conrad, wide-eyed. "He told me he does those hits pre-recorded."

"He always sends Ray, and Ray always takes me to get ice cream before we get to Daddy's penthouse. Why do you look pretend happy, Mommy? I love ice cream!"

"Your mom just hasn't met Ray, buddy."

"But Mommy, he's not a stranger. He's Ray!"

Heather plastered a smile, and Conrad reached under the table to caress her clenched fist. "I'll be at school on Friday afternoon when Ray's there to pick you up at three," she said. "If he's as nice as you say, I don't want him to be a stranger to me."

Ash smiled. "Okay, Mommy, that's a good a idea."

Heather felt constantly undermined by the Landgraabs. But there was little she could say without disappointing her son, and she didn't want bitterness to affect her night with Conrad. ->

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NOTE: Their date continues Monday but tomorrow there will be a bonus post inspired by @purplesimmer455! 👀

NOTE 2: Also noting, since this is an episode where nothing much seems to be happening, there are a few subtle hints in here, too, about how Conrad is on a pedestal, especially when Heather compares him to Malcolm, even though we all know he's keeping this massive secret from her, too.

[springwitch26]

hots for teacher (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later?

warnings: NSFW content, implied future smut (part 2 on the way??), praise kink, age gap idk

notes: hi everyone! my name is april, and this is my first ever fanfiction. i wrote this for fun and then decided to share it with the community, because i love the little gay women in my phone! i've been reading fics on tumblr for as long as i've been on the internet, so this is a strange experience for me. anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you guys think!

tonight you looked sexy, and you knew it. you wore a sinfully short black dress with colorful butterflies. it was one of your favorites; it showed just the right amount and hugged just the right places to be tantalizing. your eyes were painted with thin black wings and soft, glittery eyeshadow that made you look like a sweet dream. your lips glistened and your hair was tied up in two dutch braids. you were a vision.

all this meant that you were not the least bit surprised when a deep, sultry female voice sounded from behind where you sat at the bar.

"it should be illegal to look like that in public."

you smiled coyly and turned around to face the stranger.

"why? see something you like?" when you turned to face her, however, you were met with a familiar face. it was a face you'd seen in your dreams time after time: your former boss, melissa schemmenti.

you had been assigned to work with melissa as a student teacher while you were in school for your teaching certification. at the time, she was teaching two grades simultaneously, so she was grateful to have you there to ease the burden. it didn't hurt that you were always so eager to please. you wanted to learn and become the best teacher you could be.

of course, your motives weren't entirely pure. you were attracted to melissa from the moment you saw her. you remembered it like it was yesterday: her flaming red hair was slightly messy from trying to wrangle her double class, and her glasses sat askew on her nose. then you came along and turned everything around. she would give you to-do lists, and you would finish them before lunchtime the same day.

"great job, hon! you're so good, don't know what i'd do without you..." she'd say each time, beaming with pride at her new prodigee.

"o-of course, ms. schemmenti. what else can i do for you?" you'd respond, blushing profusely at the praise and struggling to hold her intense gaze.

within a week of having you, melissa was caught up on all her work. she couldn't help but feel like you were an angel, or some kind of gift from god. whatever you were, she cherished you. as the two of you spent more time together, she started to want you more and more. every project, every conversation, every smile you two shared only added to your chemistry.

she had fun with it--teasing you with special pet names and praise, watching you get all flustered and squirmy. she knew you liked her back. you weren't the most subtle about your desire.

melissa would never act on her feelings, though. you were a doe-eyed twenty-something with big dreams, and she was your much older boss. getting involved with you would be too messy. but she always held out hope, even after you left abbott, that one day you'd meet again.

you studied melissa's sly smirk for a moment, in disbelief at your luck. it had been two years since you left abbott. you had your own big girl job now, and you were a bit more mature. there was nothing stopping you from acting on your desires.

"oh my god, ms. schemmenti! please, have a drink with me. it's been a while." you hoped you didn't sound too desperate, although you definitely looked desperate once you got a good glance at her.

her look was striking. your breath hitched in your throat as you scanned her form, dressed in red leather pants and a button-down shirt. her arms were visibly muscled, even through the jacket. the black button-down shirt she wore was unbuttoned just enough to tease her cleavage. around her waist was a thick black belt that you wanted to pull on. her fiery hair was tied back haphazardly in a high ponytail, just messy enough to be sexy. and her hands—god, her fingers were long and ringed and—

"whatever you say, kid," she shrugged and sat down next to you, giving you a playful smile. "and you can call me melissa now."

she had a mischievous glint in her eye, probably knowing how you felt just by the wanton way you stared at her. when she sat down beside you, you felt your whole body heat up. your thighs were almost touching from the proximity, and you could smell her intoxicating perfume with each inhale. feeling her body so close to yours had you more drunk than the alcohol. it didn't help that her eyes now roamed over your body shamelessly, taking in your glistening lips and lingering on your soft cleavage. you tried your best to play it cool.

you talked for a while, catching up on everything. you told her about your new job at a suburban elementary school, your volunteer tutoring on the weekends, your summers in the mountains. she beamed with pride hearing of your accomplishments.

"that's great, y/n! sounds like you're goin' places."

"thank you! i think i owe a lot of my success to my student teaching experience—everyone at abbott was great, including you. especially you," you looked at her with an intense gaze, feeling your desire catch up with you.

"you were such a passionate mentor. you just had this way of getting me excited..." you trailed off as you fixated on the stirrings of a smirk on her face.

"...excited about learning," you finished shakily.

"mm-hmm," she chuckled.

maybe it was the alcohol, or the simple fact that she was right next to you and seemingly devouring you with her eyes, but you became bolder then. you only had one shot at this.

"i mean, you really touched me in a way that nobody else could," you leaned in, dragging out your syllables for emphasis. "i worked so hard because i just needed to be good for you."

now she was the one shuddering. you had the upper hand, if only for a moment. but she quickly got her boldness back.

"i noticed that. always so bright and attentive. i bragged to all the other teachers about what a good girl you were." to top it all off, she punctuated her sentence by placing her hand firmly on your knee.

you thought you were going to explode right then and there. your skin erupted in goosebumps at her touch, and you spread your legs ever so slightly to indicate your consent. her face split into a smug grin and she began to crawl her fingers up your thigh, agonizingly slowly.

your response came as a shaky whisper. you were sure you must have soaked through your panties just from her teasing touches.

"it's good to know that you thought so highly of me. i looked up to you a lot," you said sheepishly. "um, i'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but i did have a bit of a crush on you..."

"oh, yeah. that doesn't surprise me. don't be embarrassed, hon. you can't help what you feel," her hand had stalled at the midpoint of your thigh, and she looked at you with sincerity.

"it doesn't surprise you?" you asked, struggling to get the words out once she resumed stroking your thigh.

"i had my suspicions," she said with a knowing smirk. "i'm sharper than i look, ya know."

her darkened eyes sent shivers down your spine. you felt your core heat up at the humiliation of knowing she knew exactly what you thought about her.

"am i that obvious?" you asked, somewhat breathily.

"oh, sweetheart," she laughed. she leaned in close and you could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. her fingers pinched the skin of your thigh as she whispered to you. "you sat five feet away from me for months, always wearin' those little black skirts. you think i didn't see you rub your thighs together every time i gave you praise?"

her hand now caressed your inner thigh softly, teasingly. you failed to respond, trying to process her words but finding yourself unable to do anything but whimper almost silently.

"so soft here. mhmm," she husked into your ear. there was a hint of giddiness in her voice, as if she was pleased with herself for taking you apart so easily. "does that feel good, princess? do you like it when i touch you?"

"yes!" you said, almost too loudly for the public setting. "yes, i like it very much."

"good," she whispered as her fingers found the edge of your panties. your thighs spread even wider, and you let out a small gasp.

"we've got lots more to catch up on, don't we?" she continued, her fingers drawing feather-light circles over your clit through the fabric. you wondered if she could feel you throbbing for her. your hips bucked up to meet her hand, and she slapped your thigh in warning. "if you wanna keep talkin', we can head back to mine..."

you turned to her with big, glazed-over eyes. still whimpering, you nodded rapidly, earning a laugh from the older woman. she grabbed your hand and guided you out of the packed bar.

"i'm gonna wreck you, hon," she mumbled without looking back at you.

[delusionalwriter02]

OMGGG I LOVE YOUR IG POSTS, IF YOUR NOT TOO BUSY CAN YOU DO A FYODOR ONE PLEASE!!!

Insta as Fyodor's GF

a/n : hello dear!! thank you so much for your request, hope you like it!<3

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Yn_theoneandonly : when he's being cute

Fyofyo : This flower was even more magnificent in your hair

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I love you angel

Golgot : And in mineeeee ????

↳ Fyofyo : Stay back clown

↳ Golgot : I AIN'T A CLOWN you polar stupid bear

↳ Fyofyo : Wouah that was SO lame

↳ Golgot : I CAN'T FIND A BETTER INSULT

↳ Fyofyo : Well, I can think of multiple ones

↳ Golgot : I want you dead SO BAD

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : stop it RIGHT NOW, you're not going to kill him and Fyo you stop insulting him

↳ Fyofyo : You're not fun, angel

Sig_ma : What type of flower is that ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : a poppy! when you take them, they die a few hours later

↳ Sig_ma : isn't it romantic

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : i know

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Yn_theoneandonly : he's a prince

Golgot : and a great musician

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : what can't he do

↳ Golgot : love me

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : tf ??

Sig_ma : that bass is HUGE

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : like his-

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Fyodor's here, she ain't finishing that sentence

↳ Sig_ma : hmmm hi Fyodor I guess ?

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : She ain't responding for a few hours so stop commenting

↳ Golgot : what's happening ???????????????????????????

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I'll finish her sentence, bye

↳ Sig_ma : that was so random

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Yn_theoneandonly : hello the world, i'm back

Sig_ma : Are you alright

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : yes of course, why ?

↳ Sig_ma : Well you left, abruptly

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : oh

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : that

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : well yeah i'm ok

↳ Sig_ma : .... good to hear

↳ Golgot : to read*

↳ Sig_ma : go away

Daze_i : I want a date at the beach too

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : Go with Chuuya, Kunikida or whoever you want

↳ Daze_i : but none of them will say yes

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : yk what ? you got chemistry with way too many people, that's your problem

↳ Daze_i : for the first time ever, i'll leave and it's MY decision

↳ Fyofyo : yeah leave, far away, very far away

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Yn_theoneandonly : love is the greatest feeling ever

Fyofyo : I love you angel, I like that photo

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : I love you too honey and yes me too, it's calming

↳ Fyofyo : I agree, night is the part of the day

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : exactly! we should go out at night more often

↳ Golgot : am i bothering you ?

↳ Fyofyo : Yes

↳ Golgot : just talk privately omg

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : just don't look at the comments

↳ Golgot : It's a SOCIAL media, I have the right to look

↳ Fyofyo : So stop complaining

↳ Golgot : I'm out

↳ Yn_theoneandonly : finally

Hello! I hope you liked it ? Thank you so much for your kind words and your request!

See you <3

[kyleoreillylover]

Attention

Summary: Sami figures out why you and Jey hate him, and gives you a different kind of attention you both have been craving.

warnings: smut, male, female receiving, top!sami, bottom reader, bottom jey.

pairings: Sami Zayn x fem!Black!Reader x Jey Uso

word count: 6,306

timeline: before war-games 2022

tagged: @southerngirl41@venusesworld@jeysbae@reci1996@tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @hope4more @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius@whatdoeseverybodywant@raya-hunter01

a/n: I am sorry for this, just want to say that in advance. Samijey is 😩 Hope ya'll enjoy!

Sami were sure that you and Jey had never hated anyone in your life more than you hated him.

Which is why he knew it was gonna be hard when Roman told him you and Jey were his responsibility, and as the Honorary Uce, needed to watch over you guys.

Sami tried, god did he try. But he just didn't know why you and Jey hated him. Jey would constantly undermine him, get into arguments with him, and the tension between them could always end in a fight.

You, on the other hand, didn't share that same anger. You just simply ignored him. If Sami asked you to do something, such as not attack other women, you would go and do the complete opposite. You didn't get angry with him, but somehow the silence was even more infuriating to Sami. It was like you didn't care about anything he said or did.

Which made Sami confused when Roman handed him a bag and keycard that opened the door to a luxurious suite in the finest hotel in town.

Sami blushed when he opened the bag and quickly closed it, gaping at Roman with a a mix of surprise and confusion. "What's all this for?" Sami stammered, glancing between the bag and Roman.

Roman smirked, crossing his arms. "For you, Jey and Y/N," he replied.

Sami couldn't help but feel skeptical, given the history of animosity. "But they hate me?"

Roman laughed at Sami's comment. "They don't hate you. They like you a little too much, and that's why they are acting like this. They don't want to seem weak, so they put up a tough exterior."

Roman's words puzzled Sami. He couldn't comprehend how being liked could translate into such hostility. Still, the prospect of a luxurious suite and Roman's assurance intrigued him. And Sami liked the both of you and wanted to make things better.

Sami raised an eyebrow, still unsure. "So, why the hotel suite?"

Roman grinned, enjoying Sami's confusion. "To get rid of all the sexual tension between the three of you."

Sami's eyes widened as he processed Roman's words. He stammered, "Wait, what? Sexual tension?"

Roman chuckled, clearly finding amusement in Sami's reaction. "Look, I can see it, and so can everyone else. You and Jey are practically at each other's throats, and Y/N is being quiet because she finds you intriguing, and doesn't wanna embarrass herself. The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. So, I thought a little getaway might help relieve some of that tension and bring you three closer together."

Sami's face turned several shades of red as he processed Roman's words. "You're suggesting a getaway to… what, exactly?" Sami couldn't deny the chemistry between him, you and Jey, but he never thought it was perceived as sexual tension. The idea of a hotel suite to resolve such matters left him bewildered.

Roman smirked knowingly. "Just relax, Sami. Have a great night, and when I see the three of you tomorrow I want there to be no more hostility. And that's an order, Sami."

With that, Roman beckoned Sami out of his office, and Sami stood there, still trying to wrap his head around Roman's unexpected directive. As he walked out of Roman's office, he clutched the bag and keycard in his hands, contemplating the surreal situation he found himself in.

He made his way to the luxurious suite, wondering how exactly this getaway was supposed to dissolve the tension between him, Jey, and you. Sami hesitated before using the keycard to open the door, half-expecting a prank or some kind of setup.

Upon entering, Sami was taken aback by the opulence of the suite. The room was adorned with lavish furnishings, and the atmosphere screamed extravagance. He couldn't help but think, "How is this going to solve anything?"

As Sami explored the suite, he noticed three separate bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom. He saw you and Jey talking in one of the bedrooms, the tension palpable even from a distance. Sami hesitated, unsure of how to approach the situation.

You and Jey glanced at Sami as he entered the room, the air thick with awkwardness. You stopped talking and cleared your throat, while Jey glared at Sami, standing up and crossing his arms. "What are you doing here? Roman's supposed to room with us." Jey grumbled.

Sami, still processing the unexpected turn of events, stammered, "Uh, Roman said this suite is for all three of us. He's rooming with Solo and Jimmy, so uh, sorry about that."

Sami was trying to finds signs that the two of you liked him more than you let on. He set the bag down before addressing the tension between them.

"Look, I know things have been rocky between us, but Roman said we need to get along, so we might as well make the best of this situation." Sami didn't mention the sexual tension part, but acknowledged the need to address the tension.

Jey scofffed and folded his arms, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "I ain't one for playing nice, but if Roman wants it, fine. Just stay out of my way."

With that, Jey glared at Sami one last time before going to the bathroom, leaving you and Sami in awkward silence.

Sami turned to you, his expression a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "And you?" he asked, trying to gauge your reaction.

You met Sami's gaze, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. "I don't mind playing nice," you replied, your tone suggesting a hint of mischief. "But you'll have to keep up, Sami."

Sami couldn't help but chuckle nervously at your response. "I'll do my best," he said, a bit more at ease knowing that at least one of you seemed open to the idea.

You quickly went back to being silent though. It wasn't your fault, it was Sami's fault because of that damn shirt he was wearing. The shirt was tight, accentuating his muscles, and you found it distracting. Sami noticed your sudden silence and couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and self-consciousness.

Sami cleared his throat, attempting to break the awkward silence. "So, um, what do you guys want to do? I mean, Roman did get us this fancy suite, might as well enjoy it, right?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, your eyes nervously still fixed on Sami. If you didn't leave in the next 5 seconds, you were gonna jump his bones. "You know what, Jey was right. Just stay out of my way." You got up to go to the bathroom, leaving Sami standing there, bewildered by your abrupt dismissal.

Was that a blush on your face as you walked away? Sami couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and intrigue. He glanced over at Jey, who was emerging from the bathroom with a scowl on his face.

"Great, now you've scared her off," Jey muttered, shooting a glare at Sami.

Sami, still trying to process the situation, defended himself. "I didn't do anything! She just… left."

Jey rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Just stay out of my way, and we won't have any problems."

As the tension lingered in the air, Sami realized that Roman's plan might be more challenging to execute than he initially thought. The luxurious surroundings did little to ease the palpable discomfort between the three of them.

Sami decided to take a moment to gather his thoughts. He needed to prove his theory that you both liked him, so he changed into a more revealing shirt, and shorts, hoping to gauge your reactions.

When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't miss the way Jey's eyes widened slightly, and your gaze lingered for a moment before you averted your eyes. Sami couldn't help but smirk, feeling a small sense of victory.

Jey raised an eyebrow, trying to appear unimpressed. "Why the hell you wearing shorts in a hotel suite?" Jey grumbled.

Sami shrugged casually. "Just trying to be comfortable, Uce. Roman did say we're here to relax and get along, right?"

Jey scoffed, trying not to let his eyes linger to Sami's ass. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't make this any weirder than it already is."

You licked your lips nervously, your eyes flickering between Sami and Jey. The tension in the room seemed to shift, taking on a different, more charged quality. Sami, feeling a bit emboldened by the reactions he was getting, decided to take a playful approach.

"Well, since we're supposed to get along and all," Sami grinned, "how about we make the most of this fancy suite? Maybe order some room service, watch a movie, or, you know, just enjoy the amenities."

Jey sighed, clearly not thrilled with the idea but willing to go along with Roman's directive. "Fine, whatever. But I'm not sharing my food."

"Not even with me?" You pouted playfully, and Jey's eyes softened at your playful expression. Sami couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as it seemed like the atmosphere was starting to lighten up, even if just a little.

"Only with you though. Not this fucking fool." And there goes the sexual tension, Sami thought to himself. He chuckled, realizing that Roman might have been onto something after all.

"I'll grab the food." Jey announced, standing up and heading towards the door to get room service. If he spent another second in the room with Sami and you, he was afraid things might escalate in a way he didn't want them to. And he hated himself for that.

As Jey left, Sami turned to you with a frown. "Why does he act like that? I mean, it's like he's on edge all the time."

You shrugged, nervously watching the door as Jey left. "Jey's always been a bit intense. Takes time to warm up to people, I guess." Sami noticed your leg bouncing restlessly, a sign of unease. Without thinking, he placed his hand on your leg, attempting to offer some comfort. You looked at his hand on your leg, the heat and intensity in your gaze catching Sami off guard.

"I think I'm gonna help Jey get some food." You tried to run away for the second time, but this time Sami was quick to catch your arm gently.

"Wait, Y/N! Can you please stop running away from me when I feel like we make progress?" You paused, looking at Sami with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Sami could see the internal struggle in your eyes.

"I'm not running away," you insisted, your tone defensive. "I just don't like you."

Sami scoffed, releasing your arm but maintaining eye contact. "Oh really? Then why the nervous glances and the pouting earlier? And don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me just now."

"Don't flatter yourself Sami. How was I even looking at you just now?" you retorted, crossing your arms and trying to regain composure.

Sami leaned in, a serious expression on his face."Like you wanted me to do something you wouldn't admit out loud."

Your cheeks flushed, and took a step back, a mix of defiance and uncertainty in your eyes. "I hate you, and that's never going to change."

Sami couldn't help but smirk, seeing through your attempt at defiance. "That's not what Roman said." Sami moved closer, the tension between you two palpable. "And I'm starting to believe him."

You pulled away abruptly, the intensity of the moment catching you off guard. "Whatever Roman said doesn't matter. I don't care what he thinks," you muttered, avoiding Sami's gaze.

Sami chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "God, you and Jey are so fucking stubborn."

You bristled at his comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sami grinned, his playful demeanor returning. "It means you both run away whenever you feel like you are not in control."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly. "I do not run away!"

"You were just about to when I stopped you," Sami pointed out, his tone teasing.

"No, I was gonna help Jey with the food," you retorted, sticking to your defense.

Sami raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, sure. Because running to Jey is definitely not a way to avoid dealing with this." He paused, studying your reaction.

"Shut your mouth!" You grabbed Sami by the collar and stared at him, a mixture of frustration and something else in your eyes. Sami couldn't help but notice the sudden change in the atmosphere, the fiery intensity replacing the previous tension.

Sami, now closer to you, felt the heat radiating between you two. The air was charged with a different kind of energy, a magnetic pull that neither of you could deny. He could sense the internal struggle within you, the conflict between the proclaimed hatred and the underlying tension. "Shut your mouth."

Sami licked his lips, his gaze locked with yours. "Stop running away from this."

You breathed heavily, your grip on Sami's collar tightening. "Stop saying that!" You tightened your grip on his collar, your eyes narrowing in frustration. Sami, sensing the intensity of the moment, couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline.

In that charged silence, Sami decided to take a risk and push you a bit more. "Why? That's what you do. You run away from things that make you uncomfortable."

"Shut. Your Mouth." You paused, your lips dangerously close to Sami's. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with a tension that neither of you could escape.

"It's in your blood. Running from things that you hate."

"Stop..." you whispered, your tone low and filled with a mix of anger and something Sami couldn't quite place.

Sami could feel a breakthrough coming, and knew he couldn't stop pushing until he got some answers. "Why? You hate me, so why should what I say matter to you?"

"Because I'm fucking attracted to you, okay-" You stopped breathing when you realized what you admitted. Sami's eyes widened, registering the shock and vulnerability in your confession. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as the weight of your words hung in the air.

You let go of Sami's collar, taking a step back, your face flushed with embarrassment. Sami, still processing your confession, couldn't believe what he just heard.

"You… what?" Sami stammered, a mix of surprise and realization crossing his face.

"I said it. Are you happy now?" You snapped, your previous defiance replaced with a sense of vulnerability.

Sami, still in shock, managed to mumble, "I… I didn't expect that."

"Well, now you know. So, can we drop it and go back to pretending we hate each other?" You tried to regain control of the situation, avoiding eye contact with Sami.

Sami, however, couldn't ignore the bombshell you just dropped. "No, wait. Y/N, are you serious?"

You sighed, frustration evident in your expression. "Yes, Sami. I hate that I'm attracted to you, but there, I said it. Happy now?"

Yes, Sami was actually happy. Very happy. And he wasn't gonna let you run away from him this time. He saw the signs of you about to succumb to the tension, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.

Sami took a step closer to you, his eyes now filled with a newfound confidence. "Then do something about it."

You looked at Sami with a mixture of surprise and defiance. Your confidence was shaky at Sami's bluntness. Now it was you who was stuttering. "I-I'm sorry… What?"

Sami smirked at your stunned expression. "You heard me. If you're attracted to me, stop running away and do something about it."

He was giving you control of the situation, challenging you to act on your admission. The room seemed to pulsate with the unresolved tension between you and Sami. You hesitated, your mind racing, but something in Sami's gaze urged you to confront the feelings you had been suppressing.

As you gathered your thoughts, Sami took another step closer, closing the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours with a mixture of intensity and anticipation. "I won't let you run away this time, Y/N."

You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face what was happening. "I can't believe I'm doing this," you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to Sami.

Sami chuckled, a hint of triumph in his expression. "Hey, you said it yourself. You're attracted to me. No shame in admitting it."

Rolling your eyes, you decided to seize the moment. You closed the gap between you and Sami, surprising him as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was a mixture of pent-up tension, frustration, and an unexpected surge of desire.

Sami, taken aback by your bold move, quickly reciprocated. The room seemed to fade away as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. The initial fiery intensity softened into something more passionate, and for a moment, the history of animosity vanished.

You groaned in pleasure as your fantasies came true as Sami reciprocated the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist.

The tension that had built up between you two finally found its release in that electrifying moment. The kiss became an exploration of shared desire, and it seemed like all the animosity that existed between you and Sami was being used in a much more pleasurable way.

"What the hell going on?" Jey's voice made Sami break the kiss in a panic, not knowing how he was going to react. You, on the other hand, gave Jey a knowing look and pulled Sami into a heated embrace. Sami, still catching his breath, looked at Jey with a mix of surprise and defiance.

Jey stood there, his eyes narrowing as he processed the unexpected scene before him. "What the hell, Y/N?" he exclaimed, clearly caught off guard. His lower half heated up at the sight of the two of you entwined in a passionate kiss. Sami, still holding you close, tried to gauge Jey's reaction, unsure of what would come next.

You broke the kiss, your gaze shifting between Sami and Jey. "Well, Roman did say to get along, right?" you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Jey was trying not to blow his load right then and there. So he switched back to anger, crossing his arms and scowling. "Y/N…"

But you could see right through him. "Jey, it's fine. It's okay. Sami understands." You gave Sami a reassuring smile, silently communicating that you were in control of the situation. "Come sit on the bed with us."

Jey's scowl deepened, his eyes flickering between you and Sami. "Y/N, I aint think I should-"

"Sit on the bed, Jey." Your voice turned commanding, leaving no room for argument. Jey, despite his initial resistance, found himself complying and reluctantly took a seat on the bed, eyeing the two of you with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

Sami thought Jey's scowl meant he was about to witness a whole new level of animosity, but to his surprise, Jey's expression shifted from anger to something more complex.

Sami, still holding onto you, exchanged a glance with Jey. The tension in the room was undeniable, but it wasn't the hostile kind they were used to. Instead, it was a charged atmosphere filled with unspoken desires and unexpected connections.

You sat between Sami and Jey, looking at both of them with a mixture of determination and curiosity. Sami, feeling a bit nervous about what might unfold next, glanced at Jey, who was still processing the situation.

"Okay, let's talk about this," you said, breaking the charged silence. "Jey, he knows."

Jey glared at your words. "Knows what?"

You rolled your eyes, frustration evident in your tone. "That I like him. And I think he should know that you like him too."

Jey scoffed, looking away. "What are you talking about? I don't like him."

You shot him a skeptical look. "Jey, no one is gonna judge you-"

"I don't like him!" Jey shot a defensive response, but the intensity in his eyes told a different story. "I hate him! His stupid eyes, weird hair, annoying voice…"

Sami couldn't help but smirk at Jey's vehement denial. "Wow, Uce, really selling it there."

Jey shot Sami a warning glare. "Shut up, Sami. I ain't into you."

You crossed your arms, unconvinced. "Jey, you don't have to pretend. It's okay to have feelings, you know?"

Jey grumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Feelings? I don't have feelings for him-" He was cut off by your lips on his, effectively silencing his protests. The room fell into a charged silence once again as you kissed Jey passionately, catching him off guard.

Sami watched the unexpected turn of events with a mix of amusement and surprise. Jey, after a moment of resistance, found himself responding to the kiss. The tension in the room took on a different, more intimate quality.

As you pulled away, Jey looked at you with a mix of confusion and realization. "What the hell, Y/N?"

You smirked, your eyes flickering between Sami and Jey. "I like you too Jey, and I know you like me too. And you also like Sami. So can you stop being stubborn for one fucking second and just admit it?"

Jey sat there, still processing the whirlwind of emotions and the unexpected turn of events. Sami couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and satisfaction at the unfolding drama.

"Y/N, this ain't right," Jey finally muttered, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration.

You sighed, about to respond, but surprisingly Sami interrupted, his eyes reassuring and his voice filled with an unexpected understanding. "Jey, it's okay. We're all adults here. If you like me, that's nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don't, that's fine too. But pretending won't help any of us."

Jey glared at Sami, still processing the situation. "This is messed up. We're not supposed to… I don't know, do this."

You rolled your eyes, a hint of impatience in your tone. "Jey, we're all consenting adults. Roman gave us this suite to resolve the tension, and this seems like a pretty effective way to do it. Stop being ashamed of your feelings, we aren't going to let anyone judge us for it."

Jey scowled, clearly torn between his usual tough exterior and the complex emotions surfacing. He trusted you, and deep down he trusted Sami, but he didn't trust his own emotions to guide him through this uncharted territory.

It felt like hours as you and Sami waited for a response, and you honestly thought he would leave and try to distance himself from the situation.

However, to your surprise, Jey took a deep breath, grabbed Sami by the collar, and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Sami squeaked in surprise as Jey kissed him so hard he almost stumbled backward, Jey's previous denial melting away in that passionate moment.

Jey licked at Sami's lips, his hands gripping Sami's shirt tightly. The room seemed to crackle with the intensity of the unexpected embrace, and you watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.

As the kiss deepened, Jey pulled away, his eyes locking with Sami's. There was a raw, unspoken understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words. Sami, still a bit stunned, looked at Jey with a newfound sense of realization.

"I hate you," Jey muttered, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Sami chuckled, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Kiss me again."

Jey obliged, and the fire crackling in him erupted as Sami responded with equal intensity. The room became a battleground of desires, each kiss fueled by the complex emotions that had been hidden for far too long. As their lips met, it was as if the animosity and tension between them had transformed into a fiery passion that couldn't be contained.

Jey groaned as your lips met the soft skin on his neck, letting you leave a trail of kisses. The atmosphere in the room had shifted dramatically, and the initial tension had evolved into something more intoxicating. Sami, caught in the whirlwind of desire, couldn't help but reciprocate with fervor.

It was clear that control was not something you and Jey gave up easily. He could tell by the way you tried to push Jey onto the bed while Sami continued to kiss him. Jey, however, wasn't one to be easily dominated. He broke the kiss, giving Sami a defiant look.

"Y/N, I think we need to establish some ground rules here," Jey said, his voice low and commanding.

You smirked, enjoying the playful power struggle. "Oh? And what rules are you thinking of, Jey?"

Jey glanced at Sami before turning his attention back to you. "I'm in charge here."

You nipped at Jey's earlobe, teasingly challenging his declaration. "That's cute."

Jey tried to glare at you, but there was no heat behind it. He paused, his eyes flickering between you and Sami. "Get on the bed, and take off your clothes."

You giggled, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Make me." You kissed him hungrily, the two of you getting lost in each others lips, not noticing Sami grabbing the bag and taking something out of it.

Before any of you could respond, you were both flipped onto the bed by Sami, and in the flash of an eye, handcuffed you both to the bedposts. The sudden turn of events left both you and Jey wide-eyed and surprised.

"What the hell, Sami?" Jey exclaimed, trying to tug at the handcuffs.

Sami chuckled, a sly grin on his face. "You guys have been getting on my nerves for the past couple of months, and you really think either one of you could be in charge? Not a chance in hell."

You and Jey exchanged surprised glances, realizing that Sami had just turned the tables on both of you. Jey, still trying to process the sudden change, muttered, "This ain't what I signed up for."

Sami laughed, his confidence evident. "Well, now you're stuck with me." He glanced at both of you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "And I think it's about time we all stop running away from what we really want."

Heat spread through your body as Sami set his hands on your hips, his gaze lingering on both you and Jey. His gaze made Jey's skin tingle, and he couldn't deny the unexpected excitement that coursed through him.

Sami leaned in, placing a teasing kiss on your lips, then moving to Jey. Jey, despite his initial protests, seemed intrigued by the sudden turn of events, and moaned into Sami's lips when his hand grazed his hard on, and you let out a similar moan when Sami's other hand gently traced a path on your inner thigh.

"You think you can handle both of us, Sami?" Jey challenged as he groaned out, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sami grinned, a newfound confidence in his demeanor. "Trust me, I'm more than up for the challenge."

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Sami never thought he would be in the same room as you and Jey without an argument, let alone getting along.

But right now, you guys were more than getting alone, your weight on his face intoxicating as you sat on it while Jey rode Sami's cock like his life depended on it.

The only sounds in the room were the moans Sami forced out of you both that you tried and failed to hide, and Sami's grunts as he tasted your sweetness and Jey milked his cock.

"You're so fucking annoying Sami, but goddamn you fuck so good-oh, god, right there, right there!"

Sami thrusted upwards to stop Jey's complaining and smirked as he made him choke on a moan, giving into Jey's commands and thrusting into that same spot over and over.

Sami let out a moan himself as you grinded on his face, tugging at his hair and letting out unintelligible moans as Sami's tongue worked wonders on your clit, sucking and licking in ways that had you shaking in pleasure. 

"Not so quiet now, huh?" Sami teased you as he slid his fingers into the mix and you let out your loudest moan of the night, not even able to speak coherently. You nodded your head and tugging at Sami's hair like it was the only thing keeping you sane.

"That's what I thought, baby." Sami's voice had a cocky hint to it, and it made you melt into him even more.

Jey clenched his walls against Sami's cock, biting his lip so hard to try and suppress his moans from escaping as he tried to reach his high. Sami's other hand snaked down to grip Jey's member roughly, and Jey gasped at the feeling, his hips bucking upwards into hand.

"Right there Sami! Fuckkkk, right there! Right there, right there!!"

Sami chuckled and began pumping furiously, his fingers so fast and so strong it was difficult to breathe. How did Sami know exactly where to touch and when to stroke to make Jey lose his mind? How did he know exactly how to make you both lose your minds together without breaking either one of you apart?

You couldn't even remember how long this whole scene had been going on for; your senses were overwhelmed and you'd barely noticed anything else. 

Sami increased his pace when he noticed you both nearing your highs, your voice finally coming back when Sami sucked on your swollen clit so hard and his fingers  pumped faster than ever before.

"Sami, fuck, keep doing that please, oh fuck, oh God, yes!" You yelled out, your voice hoarse and legs trembling uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You whined when Sami slowed down at your words, his arms going down to still Jey's movements. Your head fell back to the mattress, your breath ragged and heavy as Jey panted loudly, his head thrown back and sweat coating his body as he continued to try and ride Sami's dick.

"Sami..." Jey groaned in protest as Sami's hands stopped him from riding Sami's cock, his own breathing heavily as his release built slowly, but steadily.

"Admit that you don't hate me." Sami's deep voice vibrated inside you, sending chills through your entire body. He pulled his lips away from your pussy, his dark brown eyes staring straight into both your souls.

Jey tried to say something, but couldn't come up with anything, unable to formulate a reply to Sami's words. His throat tightened as he stared at Sami, unable to break free of his hypnotic stare. 

 You closed your eyes tightly, trying to grind yourself on Sami's face, trying to get back to the high, but Sami  was having none of it. He stopped your movement, his thumb caressing you lovingly in his hand, making you whimper and open your eyes.

He leaned in, his face inches away from yours as he whispered, "Say it."

"Fuck man..I don't hate you." Jey finally managed to get out as the desperation for release hit him, his heart pounding painfully against his rib cage as Sami 's intense stare bore into his eyes.

"Y/N?" At this point you thought Sami enjoyed toying with you both, as all you could think of was him eating you out and sucking on your clit like you both had been starving. A shiver went down your spine at the thought of Sami doing that with Jey.

"Yes Sami?" You answered breathlessly as your face heated.

"Tell me you don't hate me." Sami replied softly. It was almost impossible to hear him speak.

Your face flushed crimson, yet a smile crossed your lips. This game was becoming too much. You licked your lips nervously and looked at him, trying to ignore the way his intense gaze affected you, and you answered quietly. "No... I don't hate you."

Sami smiled wickedly at you, his gaze softening. He finally got you both to release your stubborn defenses and open up to him (in more than one way.) "Good." 

Then he continued his ministrations, and both you and Jey moaned in unison as you both quickly went back to chasing your highs once again. Sami felt his own orgasm approaching with every moan you let out and Jey's cock milking his own, but pushed it away to  concentrate on the two of you.

He kept on stroking and letting Jey thrust into him, making sure each and every moan you released came out of you both like a symphony, the sounds echoing against the wall like a thousand music notes that all blended and intertwined and created a beautiful harmony.

"Oh god," Jey breathed out, his eyes shut in ecstasy as Sami kept hitting his prostate relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure surging through him.

You couldn't help the cries of pleasure that escaped you as well, your whole body quivering as your orgasm approached. Both of you had reached the peak of your arousal and were struggling for another breath.

"I'm so fucking close Sami, don't you dare fucking stop." Jey's voice was hoarse with arousal as he begged Sami to keep going. "I won't, I promise." Sami assured him softly.

Sami smiled at how desperate Jey sounded and he sped up, wanting you both to be satisfied, but the moment his fingers brushed against your clit again, you shot upwards with such force he was certain you would crack your neck if him and Jey weren't holding onto your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer of pure bliss.

"Sami, right there, right there-Samiiii!!" You chanted as your walls convulsed around Sami's fingers and mouth, Sami's other hand going down to Jey and stroking his throbbing length as you were still moaning and panting, and Jey was fucking gone.

"Samiiiii!" Sami's name was the only thing Jey could muster up as his orgasm consumed him entirely, spilling its sweet, salty taste into Sami. Jey's sweet noises triggered your own orgasm, and you shuddered as Sami licked your sweet juices as you rode his face, licking slowly to ease you from your high. 

Sami grunted lowly as he orgasmed himself, spilling his seed into Jey, who was closing his eyes in overstimulation but waiting for Sami to finish. And as soon as he were finished you fell limp against Jey, your body completely spent from your climax. 

Sami smiled at the sight of the both of you passed out on each other, feeling pride and elation at finally winning a battle for control. 

"You both okay?" Sami asked sweetly, leaning down to kiss both your cheeks gently while brushing the hair out of your eyes.

Jey grumbled incoherently, his mouth forming a frown as he rolled over so he was facing his bedsheets. "Yeet."

Sami just laughed at him fondly and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and kissing your cheek lightly.

"What about you?" You groaned and turned to face him properly, pressing your nose into his chest. "Mmmm, mmm I'm tiredddd.... So very tired." Sami rubbed circles onto the small of your back soothingly, giggling at your adorableness and letting out a content sigh. 

"Rest up. I'm not finished with either of you tonight."

It took you several seconds to register his words and then you smirked devilishly, rolling up onto your elbows and staring at him teasingly. "You're bluffing."

Sami raised an eyebrow at you. You should know by know he never bluffs when it comes to you and Jey. He adjusted both your handcuffs so you could move more with them, and Jey also rolled onto his side so he now faced you as well, his hand reaching out to brush your curls aside.

"Man, you just wore us out. Wait a damn minute." Jey grumbled into your neck before kissing you deeply, his tongue swirling inside of your mouth eagerly.

"Didn't you just say to wait a minute?" Sami teased , his finger tracing patterns on Jey's stomach. Jey sucked in a breath as Sami pressed a little harder into him, before you gently pushed Sami off of Jey and straddled him, making Jey groan as his dick  jerked beneath you.

"Not now, I need time, I'm still kinda sore." Jey muttered after pulling away from you slightly.

"Hmmm... we can give you some time." Sami responded suggestively, his hand cupping your ass and pulling you downwards so you could lay down with him.

Jey instantly hardened again when he heard your mounds of pleasure and looked up to see Sami licking a stripe up your ass,  his other hand moving down your thigh until he reached your wet pussy, his hot, rough fingers gliding across your folds as he slid one of his fingers into you with ease. 

Jey tugged on Sami's leg to get his attention, since he was still handcuffed and had limited mobility. Sami chuckled at Jey's pouty look, and looked down to meet Jey's eyes, and understood what Jey wanted.

You whined at the loss of Sami's hand and mouth on you, but that whine turned into a moan as Sami lifted you and placed you on Jey's cock,  his thick shaft filling you completely while Sami filled you up from behind, his own moans of pleasure making you feel even hotter. 

"I told you, tonight I'm in control." Sami growled out his promise into your ear huskily as he started rocking his hips against yours, making your moans turn into loud gasps, in turn making Jey groan against your neck.

Let's just say, for the rest of the night he defiantly made sure to keep that promise.

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Little Talks (Of Monsters and Men)

You're gone, gone, gone away; I watched you disappear/All that's left is a ghost of you Now we're torn, torn, torn apart; there's nothing we can do/Just let me go, we'll meet again soon/Now wait, wait, wait for me; please hang around/I'll see you when I fall asleep

"It's such a happy song, in sound, but it's about a woman and her dead lover, both of them singing call and response to one another. missing each other, the dead having to watch the living grieve them. and the bridge is both of them at once and just. oh my god"

No Children (The Mountain Goats)

I hope that our few remaining friends/Give up on trying to save us/I hope we come up with a fail-safe plot/To piss off the dumb few that forgave us/I hope the fences we mended/Fall down beneath their own weight/And I hope we hang on past the last exit/I hope it’s already too late

I hope it stays dark forever/I hope the worst isn't over....And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out/You'd stay the hell out of my way

I am drowning/There is no sign of land/You are coming down with me/Hand in unlovable hand

And I hope you die/I hope we both die

"The song of all time. It's the soundtrack for countless bad vibes ships (affectionate). The phrase 'hand in unlovable hand' has immutably altered the brain chemistry of thousands with its underlying sentiment and launched a hundred accompanying memes. 'I hope you die, I hope we both die' crams such incredible rawness and depth of feeling into all of nine words. It also makes for a great singalong."

"I need to leave. I need to LEAVE. I need to get out of this situation and I'd hope that if i found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way. I need to leave. Please. Let me out. HAND IN UN FUCKING LOVABLE HAND"

"Just. Man. These two are so broken. They want to be in love. They aren't. They hate each other so much. They are the only ones who understand each other. They wish that they weren't so close but all they can taste is ash when they think of leaving each other. Just, mutually assured destruction tastes so sweet when you can taste the blood on their tongue."

"It's No Children."

"goddd man this song is about being an irredeemable freak with another irredeemable freak and i think that's beautiful. there's something so fuck you up ish about the person you hate and despise the most in the world also being the only other person who is like you, who gets you. im going down, but youre going down too. we can be terrible people together... even if i hate you... even if you're the fucking worst. because we don't have anyone else. there's always a sort of comfort in knowing that there's someone out there who's as terrible as you are, and maybe you only hate them because you see yourself in them a little, too. anyway clay and bloberta from moral orel"

"The sheer emotion packed into the way it’s sung, the lyrics themselves, all of it just screams ‘clinging desperately to someone you hate because you don’t have anyone else and you burned those bridges yourself’ and I find that painfully relatable"

"It's a song about both virulent self-hatred and virulent hatred of someone else and yet you see yourself intertwined with that hated person forever."

Poll runner: Do I even have to add anything? This was the tournament's most submitted song.

No Children submitted by @leovaldezdefender + @diogenescynic2288 + many others

[breelandwalker]

Sneak Peek - Spoons In Spades

At a little distance he saw a fire, and beside it there sat three giants, busy with broth and beef. They were so huge that the spoons they used were as large as spades, and their forks as big as hay-forks: with these they lifted whole bucketfuls of broth and great joints of meat out of an enormous pot which was set on the ground between them.

- Niels and the Giants (The Crimson Fairy Book)

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Intent: To give oneself additional “spoons.”

Ideal Timing: This charm can be made at any time.

Materials:

Spoons

Large Jar

Cotton Balls

Herbs: Hyssop, Rosemary, Thyme, Juniper Berries

When I asked my readers what sort of spells they'd like to see in this second volume of fairytale-inspired spells, one of the most strikingly popular responses was, "Is there a spell to give me more spoons?"

If you're not familiar with the term, "spoons" or spoon theory is a metaphor which describes the reduction in mental and physical energy experienced by people who are disabled or chronically ill, with spoons used as a unit of measurement to represent how energy and motivation must be rationed throughout the day to accomplish necessary tasks. Spoons are only replenished through rest or sleep, so once a person runs out of spoons, that's it for their day. 

The term was coined by Christine Miserandino in her 2003 article "The Spoon Theory," in which she uses dinnerware to demonstrate to a friend how living with invisible chronic illness required careful daily planning and prioritization, and how even with the best intentions and efforts, tasks are often left undone due to a lack of energy or an increase in pain. The term has since been adopted by wide sections of the online community in relation to struggles with disability, chronic illness, or mental health, as a descriptor for daily energy and motivation levels, i.e. "I don't have the spoons for this," or "After a full day at work, I have exactly one spoon left, and I need it for laundry, so going out is off the table."

As someone who regularly battles ADHD, anxiety, executive dysfunction, migraines, and depression, I'm a big fan of spoon theory, largely because it makes those invisible daily struggles, which so many of us have, much easier to visualize and explain. So in honor of all my fellow spoonies, here is a spell to help you gain those critical extra spoons.

For this spell, you'll need a fair-sized jar, some healing herbs, and a bunch of spoons. You can use plastic spoons or metal ones, if you happen to have spare silverware lying around. Use as many or as few spoons as you feel you need. If you need more spoons than can readily be acquired, you might draw or print out pictures or spoons and use those instead.

Place the spoons in the jar with a big handful of cotton balls. Apart from their mundane medical and cosmetic uses, cotton has healing magical properties and also represents the comfort that may feel lacking on low energy or high pain days. If desired, add several pinches of Hyssop, Rosemary, Thyme, and Juniper Berries, or a sachet containing the herbs if you'd rather keep things neat.

Close the jar, give it a big hug, and say:

I bless this jar and spoons And ask for the strength to function; And when I need a helping hand, These extra spoons I'll summon,

Set the jar aside somewhere safe. If desired, you might want to label it. You don't want anyone borrowing your magical spoons for their cereal, after all. When you need an extra boost to help you get through the day, simply open the jar and take out a spoon. You can carry the spoon with you, place it on your altar, or discard it to activate the charm.

Please keep in mind that performing this sort of magic should always be accompanied by appropriate medical and self-care measures. Magic isn't going to cure a chronic illness or permanently alter your brain chemistry. But it can help you cope with the symptoms and give you that all-important push to get yourself through the day. Stay strong, witches!

-from the forthcoming book, The Sisters Grimmoire, Vol. II; © 2021 Bree NicGarran

(If you'd like to check out more fairy-tale spells or any of my other published works, please visit the Willow Wings Witch Shop!)

[redsrooftopprincess]

Pumpkin Sugar (Part 1)

Raphael x GN!Reader - Established Relationship

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

Based on this ask by @gornackeaterofworlds

More of a question to expand on than a detailed request, but would raph help a teacher reader grade papers?? Would he get invested in gossip on the kids??

I was zoning out and somehow thought about elementary school teacher readers, coming back to the lair with papers to grade, Donnie getting angry over the lesson plans you have to use, etc. And then, like always, raph thoughts(I am unbelievably gushy to raph x lil sweet cheery readers) Being oh so sleepy tired but still having work to do. Grading papers, getting activities printed and cut, weekly plans. I'd like to imagine he helps to get you to sleep faster, all the while listening to the venty yapping about which kids are troublemakers

Hi gornack! I hope you are feeling well. ♥️

Sorry this took so long. I want you to know that this started out as a simple fluffy fic, but Red disagreed. He wanted to make you smile.

I'm going to be splitting this into 4 parts (+ an epilogue) to make it easier to read because I accidentally went over the character limit in my notes app *twice*. I wasn't aware you could accidentally write a whole ass fic, but here we are. 😅

Special thanks to @the-cauldron-witch . The best brainstorming buddy I could honestly ask for. Could not have written this without you. 😁

"Come on, babe, please?"

You sigh, whining, "Raph..."

"I gotta head out early, you'll be asleep by the time I get back," he pleaded. He was only working a half night, but he had to leave right at sunset and head across town, so he wouldn't be home until well after 1:00 am, and you had school in the morning.

It had been a long day, and it still wasn't over yet.

You really did like your job. The kids were great, even when they misbehaved it wasn't their fault. There were just too many of them and not enough of you. You couldn't watch everybody all the time, but you still had to try. Third grade was a lot. Especially when you were managing 27 kids (you're grateful, you have colleagues managing 40+, and it's a fucking zoo).

Still, you tried to make things fun for them. Halloween is tomorrow, and you don't want to do the traditional boring "spooky" theme. So, you've decided to teach an entire class of 8-9 year olds a little bit about applied chemistry.

You were actually really excited! You'd picked up a bunch of foam pumpkins at the dollar store, which were currently being dragged in a cart behind you. You were planning on carving them into jack o'lanterns and teaching the kids how to make elephant toothpaste to ooze out of the holes. It's was going to be the most beautiful chaos, and with any luck, a memorable experience.

There was only one problem, you'd been dealing with meetings and trainings all week and unable to actually carve the damn pumpkins. Today there was an outage in part of the building, so you had to wait two hours to use the one copier available, and by the time you walked out you had zero gas left in the tank. You wanted to go home and finish your work so you could go to bed.

You reach the top of the stairs, exiting the subway at street level. The lair is literally in the opposite direction. You look south, towards your apartment.

"Please?" He asks again, his voice softening. You haven't seen him in days and you can hear in his voice that it's taking as much of a toll on him as it is you. "I'll help you with your school shit, whatever, I just... I gotta see you. Please?"

You sigh and turn around, heading north. You miss him, too.

...

He meets you at the door to the elevator, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but smile. He had that effect. Comfort, safety, peace, love... Raphael is Home. And the moment you step inside his arms all of your tension melts away. Almost.

He picks you up in his arms and squeezes you tightly, swinging you gently back and forth as he buries his nose in your hair. He breathes you in and grins, chuckling quietly as you squeeze him back and press your face against his neck.

"What're you laughing at?" you ask, suspicious. He was way more... something... than normal... you're not entirely sure what. You raise your head with your eyes narrowed.

"Nothin'," he says, kissing you sweetly, "just happy to see you." Your eyes narrow further, but this seems to satisfy you. You kick your legs and whine and he sets you down.

Picking up the crate and carrying it casually under one arm (though, to be fair, the pumpkins are made of foam), he gestures you first into the elevator and follows behind. He takes your hand pretty much immediately, "So what're we working on?"

"Pumpkins," you sigh.

He waits a beat. Then another. "Okay... You gonna give me more than that, or..." He smirks down at you, laughing. He can't help it.

"Yeah, sorry," you laugh, "rough week." You shake your head, before looking up at him, "carving, specifically."

"Shit, why didn't you say so? I could've done the whole thing for you!" He laughs as you exit the elevator into the lower garage.

Donnie's working on the truck and you wave at him as you pass by. He gives you a bright smile and your suspicion grows. He's a bit too cheery for being elbow deep in his latest mechanical mess.

You make it to the living room and start unpacking everything. Foam pumpkins, sharpies, exacto knives, "that should be everything," you say, grabbing a gourd and sitting down on the couch. You tuck your legs up under you as Raph walks by behind, leaning down to kiss you on his way to the other side.

He only has about an hour before he needs to leave, but he spends it cuddled up next to you quietly carving pumpkins, an activity which he actually enjoys. All too soon, he's called away to his duties.

With a lingering kiss that leaves you missing him already, he's gone, and you're left with... so much work.

...

The pumpkins are taking longer than expected, and by midnight you're still not done. Mostly because, for a teacher, you really suck at learning your lesson, and you waited until the last minute. Again. And you didn't ask your boyfriend for help once you realized it was too much. Again.

Honestly, one word and he could have had this solved for you. You look over at your annual Family Pumpkin Carving Competition entries. Raph was no longer allowed to enter the contest because it wasn't fair. But he still did one because he enjoyed it. This year, it seems, he was feeling romantic.

It was a MASSIVE pumpkin almost to your shoulder. You have no idea how he even got it down here. Inside was a small table with several electric candles, illuminating the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast.

You set down the half-carved jack o' lantern, and sigh heavily, rubbing your eyes. You lean back on the couch, tucking your feet under you. You're just going to shut your eyes for a few seconds. You know that people always say that and they end up just falling asleep, but you really actually mean it, you'll close your eyes for a few minutes and then get back to work.

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Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️ Fem!Reader)

[welcometothejianghu]

Welcome to another round of W2 Tells You What You Should See, where W2 (me) tries to sell you (you) on something you should be watching. Today's choice: 괴물/Beyond Evil.

Beyond Evil is a 2021 Korean drama about two cops that solve a small-town murder that one of them might have committed. Also there's more than one murder to be solved. Also more than one of those murders happened twenty years ago. Also, the cop might have gotten away with at least one of those too.

It got sold to me on the strength of the main pairing, which is absolutely captivating and worth the price of admission. But the entire cast is amazing, the story is great, and it's all just so satisfying. I love everyone in this weird small Korean town. I love having emotions and various Korean foods with them.

I got five reasons why you should watch it! Read 'em!

1. Do You Want To See An Old Man Cry?

In fact, do you want to see every man cry? Do you want to see every man in the cast either cry or pretend to cry or be on the verge of tears at least once? Do you want to see the main characters, who are both men, cry multiple times, often while otherwise wet as well?

Well, buddy, Beyond Evil has got you covered.

2. Absolute Nightmare/Absolute Nightmare

I do not consider it a spoiler to tell you that Han Juwon (the younger one, on the right) is a very mentally unstable superboy. You already know everyone thinks Lee Dongsik (the older one, on the left) is psycho -- it's nearly the first thing you learn about him. But when you're introduced to Han Juwon, you're given the impression that maybe he's just cold, self-possessed, and competent.

No. He is an absolute freak. This is a freak4freak relationship. They are both completely unhinged. They have both been traumatized to nigh-unimaginable degrees, and they have each decided to make it the other's problem. Fortunately (or unfortunately) for both of them, they both get off on that real hard, and they get real mad sometimes about how hard they're getting off on it. It's delicious.

And yet what makes it great is how they're different flavors of freak. They've got the age difference (40 and 27). They've got the height difference (even though the actors are only like 1cm apart, the whole thing is somehow shot like there's a bigger gap). They've got the class difference (small town weirdo and cop royalty). One's a messy bitch, and one's a prissy prince. One has a whole network of people who affectionately endure him, and one has exactly 0.73 friends. One wants to take care of everyone else but not himself, and one has never looked out for anyone else a day in his life. One's a smug little shit, and one's ... also a smug little shit, but differently.

You have perhaps been given the impression that Beyond Evil is like Hannibal, and that Juwon/Dongsik is like Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter. It's not, and yet it scratches a similar itch, if that makes sense.

Don't let me give you the impression that this is textually gay. They do not smooch or anything, so don't be waiting for that. But holy cow, is it homoromantic -- and the leads know it is, and they roll around in it, and everyone else in the production supports their doing it. They have the kind of chemistry stars are jealous of. (It helps that the younger actor is a muffin who has a such crush on the older one.)

And that's even before the part where they get married live on national television. Is that a joke? You'll have to watch to find out.

3. Lee Changjin (and the other antagonists)

I'll talk in a second about excellent and despicable all the bad guys are. But I need a special moment for this motherfucker right here.

Lee Changjin is a wretched, scummy piece of shit who damn near walks away with every scene he's in. He's not the worst like a little meow meow -- he is the actual worst, and it's so good. He's sleazy. He's pathetic. He's hot as fuck. You meet his ex-wife, and you're like, no, honey, sure it was a bad decision, but I totally get it.

Clearly he has a special place in my heart, but all the bad guys in this series are done so damn well. Their realism makes them even scarier. They're not incomprehensible ghouls out there being bad just to be bad. They're (mostly) making calculated decisions based on keeping their own heads above water, and to hell with everyone else.

I'm not going to spoil the identity of the murderer for you -- but it kind of doesn't matter, because you find out who it is less than halfway through the show (and because there are multiple people in this show who've killed someone). There's something bigger and more awful at work here, perpetrated by people that you knew were bad news from the moment you met them.

Beyond Evil is a cop show that is not copaganda, because one of the biggest villains in the series is misuse of police power. The show stresses accountability for police misconduct -- to the point where that accountability hurts characters we want to see get away with stuff because, come on, their bad behavior was totally justified! But it wasn't! The ends do not justify the means here. The world is not better when powerful people use their power to get out of the consequences of their shitty, selfish actions, even when those shitty, selfish actions were objectively kind of cool.

Fair warning, a lot of this show is about complicated relationships with abusive, absent, deceased, and otherwise difficult parents. Those parents are not always (or even mostly) the bad guys -- but the bad guys are all shitty parents. And yet, their adult children are tied to them in complicated ways that do said children no favors. Some of the most heartbreaking pieces of the show are about how these kids break free from those parents -- or, more tragically, don't.

4. Just plain good television

This is a series that can be handled by Your Average American Television Enjoyer Who Can Handle Subtitles. Its quality is on par with a lot of well-thought-of English-language shows I've seen. It's a tight, well-plotted story that's clear enough to be easy to follow, which is sometimes a high bar for a multi-tendriled murder mystery. The small-town setting even gives it a good source of levity to break up the otherwise tight tension.

It's only sixteen episodes long, but there are enough reveals to make a rewatch more than worth your while. The first half in particular improves exponentially on the second viewing, because once you have all the information, events and decisions that you initially read one way, you can see meant something else entirely.

I was initially going to say that if this were in English, all those fans of things like the Wire and True Detective would be super-horny for it -- except that's not true, is it? No, shows like that (which I have seen, for the record) glorify cops who can't be held down by your damn system, so they have to say screw the rules to get things done, because they're too cool and manly for things like paperwork! While Beyond Evil acknowledges that there are some places where the Korean law system is janky and might let a guilty person go free, but that doesn't mean cops get to do whatever they want about it.

My declaration of the show's quality isn't just me judging by my own tastes. This show won the Korean equivalent of Emmys for Best Drama, Best Screenplay, and a well-deserved Best Actor for Shin Hakyun, who plays that incredibly handsome horrible old man. This is a show that actual people who hand out actual awards for good television thought deserved awards.

So I guess if you always wanted to get into those shows a certain kind of dude can't stop talking about, but you had reservations about how authoritarian/libertarian/misogynistic/homophobic/boring they are, Beyond Evil is here for you!

5. Written and directed by women

This one I think is important as hell, because this is a Dead Girl Show (i.e., a show where men kill multiple women as a major part of the plot), and I know a lot of people are justifiably wary about those. However, there are no hints of sexual assault. The violence is gendered, but it's not sexualized. The murders and postmortem mutiliations are handled with the appropriate horror, but it's not torture porn. And the dead girls are treated like -- and grieved like -- actual humans who matter.

I think a whole lot of this can be chalked up to the fact that both the writer and the director of Beyond Evil are women.

In fact, not only are they both women, they're women who don't do this kind of story all the time. Shim Nayeon has directed five things, four of which are comedy/slice-of-life series. Kim Sujin has written a few dramas about mystery-solving teams, but even more comedy and adaptations of webtoons. I have no idea how the two of them got put on this drama together, but it was a perfect match.

This is not to say that men would be incapable of pulling off a story like this. It is, however, a commentary on violence, and how different it looks if you've grown up seeing yourself everywhere as its object rather than its subject. Sure, you could just flip the script and make a story about a lady punchkicker! A lot of people have, and I've enjoyed many of them! But you could also choose to tell a story about gendered violence in a way that isn't just needlessly retraumatizing the people who have to live their entire lives under its shadow. Moreover, you could tell a story about how even good-guy cops can wind up unintentionally buying into paradigms where some women are valuable and some are disposible.

...And if it winds up being teensy bit of a fantasy story about a world in which so many cops give a shit about this violence, well, that's what fiction is for, right?

In short, you love a team of powerful ladies power-drunk on an Arnold Palmer of Respect Women Juice and Sad Man Tears.

Bonus: BANGER SOUNDTRACK

Oh, it's so, so good. (Spotify link)

Have I convinced you to watch it yet?

It's on Netflix, which may be easiest for most people! However, it's also on Viki, and I much prefer the subtitles over there, because a) they keep the flavor of the Korean terms of address, and b) they actually translate the damn episode titles (wtf Netflix?).

There's no bad way to watch it, though!

(ack, they're so cute~)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I Am All In Rewatch - Episode 1x14 (Part 2)

And this one it required a little it required another layer where it was sort of like, now you have to show that you're interested, that you really want her, but you know, be a little bit secretive about it, so it's not so super obvious and it doesn't turn her off. And and uh, that's what I enjoyed about it. It It was that sort of banter, that going back and forth. I mean he would go from dismissive to kind of relaxed and accepting to a little bit of a smile, like just like that, and then move in for a kiss and get interrupted and and then take you know, I liked that hit of beer I took when she left. I was like, jeez, I need a drink. I almost kissed her. It's like almost and denied again. I mean that's the second or third time he's been denied by an annoying town member...The universe conspiring against me. [The chemistry is so palpable. It's just so cool. And are you feeling that when you're acting those scenes, almost like you get pumped up by it? What does that feel like when you're just ping ponging and having those scenes? What is that like?] It feels great? It's fun it yeah, it feels like a couple of tennis players playing a nice point, you know, just like hitting the ball, hitting shots, hitting shots. But I think it's because I think that relationship works. And this is this is what is dawning on me a little bit here as I watched these episodes, is that Lorelai's a very rebellious personality. She just is and that's why we love her because she's unpredictable and she's rebellious and you never know what's going to come out of her mouth, but you know it's going to be something funny, or it's going to be something a little bit of reverend and that kind of a thing. And she does it in the in the in the beginning the dinner scene again, which I thought was just brilliant hysterical...When she encounters me, she's encountering somebody who is even more rebellious and more irreverence, so it almost makes her look and feel lighter. it's a good it's a good chemistry because I'm a sort of a darker, heavier presence, but still rebellious and irreverent with a heart not like her. She's got a heart for everybody. I've got a heart for her and Rory, and that's pretty much about it, you know. So I'm very limited in how I can use my heart. So it's like, you know, the chemistry is that she's going to be able to focus her heart maybe on me in a romantic way, and that she will open up my heart so I can lighten up and love other people as well as her. So I think that's the the sort of yang yin and the yang of it. -Scott

Um, but you know, it was just more of the tension, the sexual tension that was playing out. It's kind of the dance that they do before the consummation end. And that she convinced him to do it, and that she right, that was pretty major and it's such an excuse for them to spend all this time together. Had he not felt a certain depth of feeling for her, there's no way he would have agreed to that. And she handled it, uh, with real finesse. She was very careful about it, even to the point where she said, well, we're not going to paint over that that order that your father scribbled down. We'll do it the right way. So yeah, he was just like, man, I just want to kiss her. I just want to kiss her. I just want to kiss her. I just want to kiss her. I mean, he wants to kiss us so bad it pisses him off. That's probably why he's cranky all the time. You know, it's like he just wants to plant one on her. Man, he wants her. It's getting pretty good. Yeah, so we saw, you know, we saw, we got to see other parts of the diner in some detail and even talk about some of the things that were up on the shelves that he was in no way, shape or form going to give in on and getting rid of them at her request. There was no way. It was like, I'm I'm gonna let you do this painting thing, but you know, you're not going to change me completely. So it was like pretty much telling her, we get into a relationship, I'm willing to sort of compromise with you, but not 100%. So he's his own man. He's his own guy, you know, and he's i think entering a relationship or potentially in any relationship, you've got to establish the ground rules that yeah, I'll meet you halfway, but that's it, you know. So he's a he's a hardass. He wants her, but he's a hard ass for sure. He's as strong as she is. He's as tough as she is. I think she yeah, I think she likes the fact that he's never going to change and that she can't change him very much, you know, that's the that's this, that's how I approached it. I wanted him to be a rock of Gibraltar. He's got to be the rock he can't break ever. -Scott

[babybatscreationsv2]

Not a Sports Guy

Marvel | Starker

Peter isn't really a sports guy, but Tony is an athlete. When Tony talks him into coming to one of his games, Peter decides to wear the opposing team's jersey. It was only intended to be a petulant joke, but the other team doesn't know that.

Rating: Explicit

For H <3

Warnings and tags below

Warnings/tags: possessive sex, protective Peter + protective Tony, sports au, rough sex, shower sex, exhibitionism

"You know I'm not going, Tony," Peter said. The amused smile on his face took the sting out of it but it didn't stop Tony from asking again.

"Just this once?" He sat down on the bed beside him. "You can watch me get all roughed up and sweaty."

Peter wrinkled his nose. He snapped another Lego onto what would eventually be a Lego model of Commander Cody's head. "I don't like it when you're sweaty."

Tony sighed. "You can help me shower after," he tried more suggestively.

"In the locker room with all the other guys? No thank you."

"Come on, Pete."

Peter rolled over onto his back and looked up at him. "Why do you want me to go so bad when you know I won't like it?"

"I just want you to see me in action."

"I already know how good you are. You have trophies and a sports scholarship that you don't even need."

"But I want you to see," Tony pouted.

"I won't even know what's happening. I'm a Lego, Star Wars, chemistry guy. I'm not a sports guy."

Tony blew air out of his nose. They sat staring at each other for a moment. "You're going. Just this once and then you never have to go again. But you're going."

"Fine. I'll go."

Tony smiled. "Good boy." He bent down and gave him a kiss.

Peter rolled his eyes. "At least let me finish this before the game."

"Whatever you want. I'll even order pizza." Tony climbed off of him and jumped down from the bed.

Peter laughed. "Pizza sounds great." He finished most of his Lego set before the doorbell rang. The pair ate their pizza and went to bed, one of them dreading and the other excited for the upcoming game.

The weekend came and Tony was abuzz. He dragged Peter around the stadium, showing him off to everyone who would listen. Only for Peter to sneak off to the bathroom and return wearing the wrong team's jersey.

"What's this?"

Peter crossed his arms over his chest. "I told you I didn't want to come and I'm here in protest."

"Come on, Pete," Tony sighed.

"Nope." Peter raised an eyebrow at him. He couldn't really be mad over this could he?

"Take it off," Tony said more firmly.

"Nope." Peter continued to stand, stiff and unyielding.

"Please. I'll buy you something nice."

"Not this time."

"Someone's gonna see you."

"Let them."

Tony looked over his shoulder. Everyone was heading out and there wasn't time left to argue.

"We'll talk about this later."

"Good luck."

Tony bristled as he stepped back outside. The air suddenly felt too hot and the noise of the crowd was grating. He stopped and faced the sun, eyes closed soaking it up with his skin. He heard footsteps, but he didn't look. Then a pair of arms wrapped around him and soft lips found his own. He wrapped his arms around Peter's waist and kissed him back.

"I said, good luck," Peter repeated. Tony opened his eyes to see him looking back at him with a teasing smile. He slipped away and Tony scowled after him, but the aggression was long gone. He could be such a shit sometimes.

He jogged out onto the field to join his team. It wasn't his best performance, but it wasn't his worst. Still he walked away frustrated that his team had fumbled the one game Peter was watching. He walked out towards the bleachers where he'd seen Peter sitting. His jaw clenched so hard he might have chipped a tooth.

His boyfriend was surrounded by three guys from the opposing team. They were all laughing and grinning. As he came closer, he could hear Peter talking about him.

"He really is the star of the team," Peter beamed.

One of the scoffed laughed. "Being the star of the losing team isn't that impressive though, is it?"

"You can't win them all," Peter countered.

One of the guys touched his shoulder. "We do. We're on a winning streak. Six straight games this season."

"You must know all about that," the third guy said. "You're wearing our jersey."

"I just wore it as a joke. I don't really care about sports. I'm a Star Wars guy."

"Oh really? You should come with us then. One of the guys has this old Boba Fett figure that he brings for good luck. He says it's really rare."

"That sounds really cool, but no thank you."

"Come on, you'll love it."

"Yeah, you can get to know the winning team a little better." His hand slid down Peter's shoulder to rub his arm.

Tony finally reached them. Peter's eyes turned to him as he came close. There was a flicker of something there. Guilt or anxiety or warning. Didn't matter. He grabbed the guy's wrist, squeezing but not as hard as he wanted to. He wanted to snap the damn thing in half.

"He said no."

He laughed and yanked his hand free. Peter stood up from his seat and stepped closer to Tony. His hand settled just above Tony's waist.

"Sorry. We just thought such a pretty boy deserved better than some loser."

Peter turned, quick as a snake, and deck him straight in the nose. Tony heard the crunch before the scream. He grabbed Peter around the waist and took a step back. The guy's teammates were too stunned, too busy watching the blood run beneath his palm to react quickly. So, Tony kept moving. Peter was tense, really to lash out again and it took a few backwards steps down the bleachers before he turned around and walked with him. Tony wrapped his arm around his shoulders, ears perked up for pursuers, but all they got were a few rude words yelled across the distance.

They walked across the grass and into the locker room. The rest of the team was either chatting, changing, or in the showers. Tony ignored them.

"Tony, I'm sorry-" Peter began.

"Don't be. I'm sorry I pressured you into coming."

He shook his head. "No, I shouldn't have been such a brat about it. This matters to you. It's not just a hobby. I get that now. And you looked really good out there, too."

Tony couldn't ignore the jersey in his periphery.

"Why were you talking to them?"

"I'm sorry. They just came up to me after the game and they knew who I was. I thought they were friends of yours."

Tony put his hand on Peter's shoulder where the other's had been. After a moment of consideration, he grabbed the fabric in his fist. He leaned in and kissed him, pushing him back into the wall. Peter leaned into him, kissing him back just as eagerly. He wanted him out of that jersey.

He pulled it up, breaking away from Peter's lips only long enough to pull it over his head. With a hand on his waist and one cupping the side of his next, he pulled him along towards the showers, navigating towards the sound of the water.

Tony backed around the corner into the open shower. It was shadowy, but not quite dark. Still he pushed Peter into the corner where it almost felt private, if you closed your eyes. He turned him around and pushed him into the wall.

"Tony," Peter gasped, softly. Tony nipped the side of his neck.

"Mine," he said in answer. Peter didn't argue as Tony unhooked his jeans and let them drop around his ankles along with his underwear. He grabbed a bar of soap left on the shelf and turned on the water beside them. They weren't quite under the spray, but their shoes were definitely soaked. And Peter's pants, Tony realized too late. It didn't matter now.

He lathered up the soap and with wet soapy hands yanked open his pants to get his dick out. He lubed himself up with soap and grabbed Peter's hip. Peter stopped him with a hand reaching behind him, only to take Tony's cock and press it against his hole. He leaned into it, pushing his hips back. He gasped, barely audible beneath the sound of the running showers. Tony watched his ass swallow him up like it was nothing. He held Peter's against him and kissed his neck until Peter turned his head to reach his lips.

He kissed him until the pressure around his cock was irresistible. Then he pushed him back into the wall with a hand on the back of his neck so he could fuck him hard. Peter gasped. He panted against the tile. Then he started to whine, painful whimpering moans that said he was being too rough and the soap wasn't enough. But he didn't complain. He pushed his hips back against Tony's crying his name with nothing short of worship.

He pressed him against the wall with his whole body, grinding into him until he was pushing Peter up onto his toes. He had tears in his eyes and he was shaking. Tony slowed down.

"Too much?"

"No, please- don't stop," Peter panted in broken sentences. "I'm so close- I was trying to- didn't want to cum yet."

Tony kissed his neck only to find himself biting into his skin. "Fuck," he moaned. "You're so fucking hot, baby."

Peter whined. He pushed his ass back against him, but Tony didn't take the bait. Instead he leaned back and pulled his jersey over his head. He put it on Peter.

Tony grabbed the front of it and pulled it up, balling it in his hand. He stuffed it into Peter's mouth. Obediently, he bit down, keeping the fabric where Tony put it.

"You're fucking mine, you hear me?"

Peter nodded. "Yes," he said with his mouth full. "I'm all yours! Please," he moaned.

Tony fucked him slowly, only so he could suck hickies into every bit of skin he could reach. He neck, his shoulders, the underside of his chin, until he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"You want my cum, baby?"

"Please, please," Peter begged.

"I want to feel you cum for me first. Show me how good I make you feel."

Peter moaned, jersey falling from his open mouth. He came immediately, clearly having been on edge for so long. Tony pushed him into the wall, fucking him through it and letting him rub his dick against the tile. When Peter whined his name, Tony came, too. He imagined fucking him like this right over the bleachers for all those assholes on the other team to see.

"So good, Peter," Tony breathed. "My good boy."

Peter smiled. He hummed happily and reached back to find Tony's hand and hook their fingers together. He shared a lazy kiss.

Tony lifted his head and something moved in the corner of his eye. A few of his teammates were peeking around the corner and ran as he saw them. Tony laughed.

"Thanks for the show!" one of them hollered. The rest broke out into whistles and cheers.

"Were they all watching?" Peter asked.

"Looks like it."

Peter groaned. He turned around and Tony wrapped him in his arms.

"At least no one will worry about who's jersey you're wearing after this story gets out."

"I'm never taking this one off."

"So, you'll come to the next game, too?" Tony smiled innocently.

"No," Peter said. "But I guess I'll help you shower, after all.”

[thatdehydratedmedic]

How I wish I had studied during my A levels

I want to start by saying this is NOT a guide. If anything, It comes closest to being a disorganized rant. Its basically what I would tell myself if I could go back in time. I wrote down that I’d also slap my past self. But my better judgement suggests that I should be kinder to myself. I’d give her a hug. She did the best with what she had when she finally tried, and I applaud and thank her for that. She was so brave and so, so, kind. I truly appreciate her effort. If not for her strength I would not be here today. Here’s a kiss to her forehead. I celebrate the immense trust she had in God and her love for me. My love, past self, you were so strong, I love you. You feel more and more distant from me every day, and yet you burn bright, scarlet red. You truly were a teenager full of rage.

1. Past papers

Past papers are the BEST resource for scoring good marks at A-Level. They provide a great insight into the question types as well as prepares you to answer questions in the way that examiners expect you to answer for them to give you a good grade. Doing past papers will help familiarize yourself with patterns and will make you less likely to suffer from exam anxiety later on. Regretfully, I barely did any past papers, especially at A2 level. For each subject I did, I can count on one hand the number of papers I've done. I did do quite a few Dhivehi HSC papers. (SSC papers also help for Dhivehi HSC btw)

2. YouTube videos

YouTube videos are great if you're looking to improve your understanding of a specific concept. This is especially helpful fur biology and math. Personally, I did not use YouTube at all for chemistry, however, I am inclined to believe that many would find it helpful and really urge everyone to make good use of it. When I was cramming for my A2 exams and had only about 2 weeks left I realized the sheer amount of content I had missed as I had skipped so many classes. I do wish I had at least started watching YouTube videos to catch up on the syllabus a bit earlier.

3. Skimming through textbooks

I do not have much to say regarding textbooks except that when I thought it would be useful, it wasn’t – and when I thought it would not be useful, it was. I assume that’s just my misassumption. I most likely some of you will be more perceptive of when you should reach out for it. However, I did find that at times when I had missed many classes it certainly did help to go through the textbook after attempting a past paper to no avail. I mostly suggest just reading through the contents, learning outcomes and processes, as I found that reading the processes did indeed help grasp them better, such as the Kreb’s cycle and all the neuron and muscle processes. (I forgot them all, can you tell? Let this be a reminder to you to NOT procrastinate, get off TikTok and Genshin impact and start grinding)

4. Anki Cards

If you’re an aspiring medical student like me, I’m sure you would’ve heard of Anki cards already. If not, Anki is basically a flashcard app, like Quizlet but better. I would get into the details but everyone always says the same thing and I do not want to sound like a broken record. You should look it up and when you do, you’ll see what I mean. Regardless, I found Anki especially helpful for Biology and Islam. These 2 subjects are memorization heavy, and although people do say you should not use Anki to learn but should use it for recall, I digress. Use it however you want, and besides – I was way beyond saving at this point. When I was cramming for Islam just 3 days in advance, Anki was the way to go. Took 2 days to make the cards and memorized them all on the last day. Don’t do that though. Halfway through and I’ve forgotten what the title was. What I would’ve done differently. How silly. I would’ve made cards early and actually used the cards as I should have. But if you’re like me and procrastinate like a little bitch, don’t fret. You’ve still got this.

5. Paying attention in class and not being late

I’m not going to pretend I regret missing math class. Maybe a little because I ended up failing (getting a B) but not enough to make me cry. (Lies.) But anyways, for a class that was 45 minutes long, I showed up 30 minutes late. Math was always first for the entire year. And for a night owl like me, this meant that there was nothing you could do to make me get to school on time. I am a changed person. I promise I go to work on time no matter what now. But back then I only had 2 things in mind. Have fun and get rest. That was not a good mindset. I was spaced out the entire class. I do regret this. Everyday, every week, every month, for 2 years, I paid almost 0 attention in class. On the rare occasions which I did, I learnt so much, unless I was scrambling to understand because I hadn’t paid attention on earlier days. For the lessons which days I did the classwork and participated during lessons, I found that I had an easier time understanding them later on. Genuinely, if anyone reads this, I’m sure you’re laughing at this paragraph because who even states such an obvious thing right? Well, back at you, my friend. Sometimes we do need the obvious to be stated in bold and highlighted in yellow.

6. More religious – focus on what matters (SKIP THIS IF YOU’RE NOT MUSLIM!!)

As you can already tell, I was a very irresponsible little bitch during my A levels. Too With 0 discipline, I was not as religious as I wish I had been. Albeit I did pray Tahajjud almost daily, I was very lost in the worldly life. I was not focused on my Akhira at all. This led me to living very freely and without regret. However, the numerous distractions couldn’t put a will to live inside me. Although I had been outwardly very happy and outgoing, it was a depressing time. Only a few levels above rock bottom, but that’s a story for another day. I did reconnect with Allah close to A levels. Not because I wanted good grades but because I had gone too far away. In the end, my closeness with Allah helped me to regain my motivation to study, and was the driving force to start cramming, even in the little time I had. If I could go back in time, I would recite Quran for an hour every day, and do my dhikr in addition to Tahajjud.

7. Wearing less makeup

As you might have already guessed, I was a pretty shallow person during that time and made sure to have a full face of makeup every day. This is not to say that you become a shallow person if you wear a full face of makeup every day. It is only my personal experience that when I wear makeup, it’s usually for shallow reasons. I would spend hours every day getting ready even after waking up late. In essence, my priorities were all jumbled up. It’s not that I would wear less makeup, but I would not place such high importance for my looks, especially over my studies. Studies would come first, looking good will come after. Besides, who cares if I’m pretty if I fail my finals? As a young girl, I cared too much.

8. Quality over quantity in friendships and leave the romantic pursuits for later

As someone who had been bullied almost my whole life, I was thrilled to finally learn how to get along. I made many friends during A levels. This new found sense of belonging did not translate well in my academics. I was distracted. I prioritized my friends more than my studies. I became more confident in my romantic pursuits as well. In the end, I lost sight of what mattered the most and ruined my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change my life. I failed my parents and my family. I failed myself.

9. Believe in myself

I used to loath myself terribly. I guess to an extent I still do. This is entirely my own fault I suppose, and it wouldn’t matter if it did not affect anyone else. Unfortunately, my lack of self esteem has disappointed my family and teachers. Everyone except me believes in me. This is not a blessing but a curse. Because this has only led to me disappointing them all. At the end of the day, I am despised for being lazy. I avoided attending classes, self-studying, doing any form of practice or revision for months because I was terrified of failure. Insecurity turned to self-sabotage. The humiliation I failed in the end was greater than what I would have if I had been honest with myself to begin with. I will admit, a lot of these issues came from the fact that my teachers and parents called me a gifted child. Without offering any guidance or support, this so-called ‘love’ suffocated me. I was afraid of not meeting their expectations. They couldn’t possibly know I was not the brightest child ever if I never tried. Their comments always seemed to swing between two opposites. Sometimes it was, “It’s okay. You’re doing so well and you’re barely trying.” And when they would decide to no longer look at me through their eyes of mercy they’d say, “You’re arrogant. You’ll never make it. You think you can do it but we know with that little effort you can’t.” How ignorant. I believed I would never make it, regardless of whatever effort I made. To this day I do not know what life would be like if I had worked hard with confidence. Do me a favor, dear, reader, and let me know. The alternative is turning out like me, btw.

10. Maintain a healthy lifestyle

I’ve never been to a psychiatrist, but I can confidently say I have mental issues. I assume its depression but what would I know, I’m no psychiatrist. I am always tired, dehydrated, sleep deprived and starving. Oftentimes I shiver and I am constantly cold. I shake with anxiety in the face of people. Nothing seems worth spending my time on. I never exercise, I am always in bed, rotting. That is until I go to work. Have I mentioned I work at a hospital? Although I work shift duties, this work has given me a sense of routine. I enjoy speaking to patients. Even on my worst days, I find that helping people gives me a sense of accomplishment and goal. I lose track of time. I am so engrossed I don’t even realize when the day passes by. That said, I believe a healthy life style would greatly benefit anyone. Get enough sleep, drink enough water, eat well, rest and move. My caffeine-addicted-back-broken-ass with no sense of day or night anymore won’t. But you definitely should. I won’t, obviously, but if you do it will only be for your own good.

As I've already mentioned, this is not a guide in any way, and is not meant to be used as such. This is merely myself reflections and what I wish I had done differently. These are my flaws I wish to change going forward. That said, it would make me happy if this ended up helping someone out, somehow.

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Hello! Rumor is you want some Ominis ideas lol

Idk if this is any good, but I've had this idea where after Sebastian killed Solomon, Anne moved to London in with the reader. The reader hears all about the trios adventures together before Anne was cursed and loves hearing about it. When Anne is ready to reconnect with Sebastian, the reader goes with her and chemistry begins to boil there maybe as Sebastian and Anne want privacy to talk, and the reader hounds Ominis for more stories.

Just an idea, you're free to do what you want with it lol

I'd love to see a fem!reader tho 😊

Hope you have a great day!

Oh this is very good!! I loved this idea, hopefully this turned out at least a bit like how you pictured it! I really wish we had gotten to see Anne, Sebastian, and Ominis interact in the game---it would have been so much fun!

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

As Anne paced the floor of their London flat, Y/N was reminded how similar she and her twin truly were. She had seen Sebastian pace in the Undercroft many times during her fifth year--now, as the summer before her sixth year drew to a close, she could hardly count the amount of times Anne had done the same.

"Anne, you're going to wear yourself out before they even arrive," Y/N said imploringly. "Come on, sit down."

The brunette sighed, but continued pacing. "I can't help it. Am I sure I'm ready for this?"

"Will you ever be?"

Anne chuckled. "Probably not. I... I have missed them, rather terribly."

Y/N gave a small smile. She had missed her friends, too. Perhaps one especially... but she would see him soon enough. Anne had told her countless tales of their old adventures from before she had been cursed. It had seemed to comfort her to reminisce on the good times---and Y/N, by her part, was absolutely enthralled in the stories she shared.

It was through these stories she learned that Anne had a real knack for picking pockets---"Never to steal or keep anything for my own," Anne had been quick to clarify. "Just to mess with people." And mess with people she had---hiding wands and pocket watches to drive others mad, while she and her companions watched on in amusement. The targets always deserved it, she assured Y/N. Common ones included Leander or Imelda; they'd even managed to hide her broom once, levitating it high above the Quidditch pitch so she had to use one of the rickety school brooms to retrieve it. She'd complained the whole way up and down, threatening every person she saw that if they had any idea who had messed with her broom, they'd better tell her or they'd get a wand up their arse. Somehow, they'd never been found out.

Sebastian, as she had more or less expected, had always pushed the limits. He'd been familiar with the restricted section since his first year, determined to learn every outlawed hex he could get his hands on. When occasion called for it, he'd use them, mostly on older Slytherin students who got on his nerves. He'd usually get away with it, too; that was the power of having an ally like Ominis on their side.

And Ominis---well, Y/N would be lying if she didn't admit that it was any tale involving him that intrigued her the most. Compared to Sebastian, her friendship with the Gaunt boy was slower coming. Because of this, she savored every opportunity to get to know him better, even if just through stories. The image of him slyly breaking rules made her all the more curious about him---of course she knew he was a trouble maker; he just seemed to do it in a sort of style neither Anne nor Sebastian could achieve. Apparently he had a way with nonverbal spells the others hadn't yet ben able to master. With his blindness, he was the image of innocence, able to cast spells left and right without anyone suspecting him. It had led to plenty of lovely stories that Y/N could only dream to witness.

There was one other fact about the boy that she couldn't wait to question him about.

The thought that he would be there soon sent a flutter through her stomach. If she was honest with herself--which she tended to avoid when it came to this topic--she was a bit more fond of Ominis than she probably should have been. There was something different about him, something she didn't feel when Sebastian was around. It frightened her, but excited her all the same. The more she thought about his beautiful eyes, his well-kept hair, his lovely lips---well, maybe she should join Anne in her anxious pacing.

She didn't get the chance. There was a knock on the door, causing Anne to freeze on the spot. Y/N stood from her seat at the kitchen table, moving to answer it. When she opened it, there they stood---Sebastian and Ominis. They were clearly nervous. Sebastian's jaw was clenched hard, and his eyes darted around the room behind her.

Y/N smiled at them, trying to calm them. She opened the door wider, then reached forward to take Sebastian into a hug. "It's so good to see you," she said. The letters she had sent to both the boys had been brief and far in between. She could hardly believe they were here standing before her now. Sebastian returned the hug. She could feel him relax a bit at the warm welcome. Y/N pulled away, then turned to Ominis.

She had to hug him now, didn't she? Not that she didn't want to---quite the opposite, in fact---but they had never---

She forced herself not to think of it and pulled him into a hug. He was stiff for a moment before returning the gesture. He was warm and smelled of fancy soap.

When they pulled away from each other, she found herself missing the contact. But she had other matters to attend. She ushered them both in, closing the door. Sebastian and Anne stared at each other, each unsure of what to do. Then, in a synchronized movement only twins could have, they moved forward to embrace one another. Y/N smiled---that was a good start.

The group shared pleasantries for a moment, but it was clear that the siblings needed to discuss things on their own. Anne lead Sebastian to her bedroom, shooting Y/N a nervous glance. She gave her a reassuring smile in return.

This left Y/N and Ominis alone. Ominis took in a deep breath beside her. "I suppose all we can do now is wait," he said.

"I'm just going to assume it's going well until I hear explosions," Y/N said. Ominis chuckled.

"Sounds fair enough."

She took them over to the kitchen table, both of them taking a seat.

"How's your summer been?" Y/N asked.

"Admittedly, not wonderful," he said. "Sebastian's been... in a bit of state, as I'm sure you can imagine."

Y/N pressed her lips together. "I can. I got as much from his letters. He's lucky to have had you by his side to get through it. Any more mentions of Dark Magic?"

"Thankfully, no. He seems thoroughly dissuaded from that path, having had time to process the results." Y/N was glad to hear it---she had worried about her friend. Ominis continued. "What about you? How has your summer been with Anne?"

"Difficult, at times," she said. "Obviously, she's been grieving, not only her Uncle but Sebastian as well... it's only been recently she's decided that he can't be completely lost." She smiled a bit. "However, I have had my fun in hearing her stories about you three before her curse."

Ominis chuckled. "I hope you don't think any less of us."

"As if I didn't do worse my first year there," Y/N said, grinning. "I actually found most of them very fun--I wish I could have been there. How come you never told me you were so good at nonverbal spells?"

Ominis shrugged. "You never asked."

"Well, you're going to have to teach me," she said. "Oh! And there was one more thing Anne mentioned I wanted to ask you about."

He smiled, intrigued. "And what would that be?"

"Is your puffskein impression as good as she says it is?"

Ominis's face flushed bright red. The reaction made her laugh---it also made her heart beat faster. His cheeks looked rather pretty dusted that shade of pink.

"You---she told you that?" he spluttered, obviously mortified.

"She did, with the utmost respect, too. Said you've probably shortened Duncan Hobhouse's lifespan by a few years from all the frights you gave him," she said through her laughter. "Of all your exploits, that is what I longed to see the most."

"In fairness, Duncan is absolutley dreadful. And a coward," Ominis said.

"So you're confirming it, then? You purr just like a puffskein?"

"I--" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "I suppose I am. But only to torture that good for nothing cowardly prick."

She grinned. "Whatever excuse helps you keep your dignity."

"You know, I didn't come here to find out Anne had given you material to blackmail me."

"I won't use it to blackmail you," she said. "Just to rile you up a bit. You look cute when you're flustered."

Her mouth closed quickly as Ominis lifted his head, smirk appearing on his face.

"Oh, do I?" he said, tone teasing. His face was still flushed, making it even harder for her to come up with a proper response.

"You---um... I---"

"I'll have you know, you sound rather cute when you're flustered," he said quietly, leaning a bit closer to her.

She couldn't have guessed what would have happened next, though she very much would have wanted to know. Unfortunately, the door to Anne's bedroom opened, and Ominis sat straight up in his chair. She couldn't imagine the pair of them looked like anything less than a couple of kids caught doing something they weren't supposed to do. That thought was confirmed when Sebastian narrowed his eyes, looking at them both.

"Are you both alright? You seem a bit flustered," Sebastian said. Ominis let out a small laugh while Y/N buried her face in her hands beside him.

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Pretty lies. (John Price x reader)

Nsfw / heavy angst/ cheating/ questioning one's sexuality/ friends to lovers/ alcohol/ mentions of abuse.

-Imagine having so much chemistry with one person... But he has a girlfriend and you are a lesbian woman. Life had given you plenty of chances to take one more step on your friendship with John Price and you two seemed to enjoy toying between the line of friendship and what seemed to be unreachable. Will you succumb yourselves to the desire you clearly harbour for each other breaking the limitations of your sexuality and his relationship with none other than one of your friends? Let's find out uwu

🐥 Finally: Price 🎉

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The day your friend's friend Martha told you to unwind after breaking up with your girl, you reluctantly decided to follow her advice.

Martha Swanson was this loud, nosey girl that one of your friends presented as a new addition to your large group and hit it off with all the boys suspiciously fast. Easing up to her was hard, as much as your friends used to brag about you being the chillest, most patient and easy going out the whole pack of you, Martha tested your reputation and this breakup with your girlfriend was making you more irritable with any witty line she shot your way, so instead of hanging out with your group you decided to avoid them all for a while needing some time for yourself. But as soon as Martha caught wind of this, she wouldn't leave you alone sending you multiple dating apps and offering you to hook up with her girl friends as if being single was worse than a death sentence and her kind soul wanted to spare you from it. Ridiculous.

Fast-forward to this morning, Martha had sent you this long-ass text you actually appreciated. And it was this particular motivational text that made you leave your bed, take a quick shower, dress like a porn star and leave your cave of an apartment after kissing your ex's cat goodbye. (who she left for you to care since she didn't want him anymore.) the old orange cat growled in discomfort and it only urged you to kiss his fluffy forehead further leaving a red lipstick stain.

The loud music inside every local you passed by made you flex your fingers around the strap of your handbag in anticipation. A little while later, your eyes landed on a small pub in between two larger ones with neon lights adorning it's name "Puss n' boots." Your heels carried you inside mindlessly.

"Yeah, there's gotta be lesbians in 'ere." You instantly thought. So why not listen to bitchy Martha for once and see if we can fish some pussy? You were tired of crying yourself to sleep because of your cold-hearted ex... It's time to move on.

At least that was the main idea, there were lots of beauties in this pub and you already caught some eyes, sadly they were all men's or some jealous hag's. By your lack of taste and terrible luck with men you weren't going to indulge none of them and the old hags weren't your thing either. You waited for half an hour to see if you had any luck catching any girl's attention, sadly the more glasses you drank the clearer it was that tonight wasn't going to be your night and you didn't have the energy to leave as the pretty ladies that matched your taste were either entertaining some men or invested in whatever conversation they were having with their groups. Maybe you should have stayed home or searched for actual gay bars... You're sure you look fucking pathetic drinking sad and lonely, and more painted than a bloody door.

Fuck, you wouldn't have been doing this if Lisa (you ex) stayed faithful instead of fucking that new secretary of hers and being dumb enough to show off her affair to your mutual friends.

Were you really that easy to replace? Great. Now you are feeling unattractive in your most attractive outfit just thinking about all this mess.

With a huff you crossed your legs on the stool, practically giving up with a sigh, one hand massaged your temple and the other lift to order one more glass of whiskey. To your dismay, it was a raspy, tabaco-burned voice who ordered it for you.

"Leave the bottle. Missy's got a rough night."

"What's got you laughing, bitch?" He spat taking a step back and sparing you from having to smell him further.

You blinked your tears away before turning around and seeing this good-for-nothing bald guy with a few missing teeth and a sinister aura. You couldn't help but chuckle and your chuckle soon turned into a loud crackle until you were covering your mouth and letting out a few tears feeling nothing but amusement and frustration that you went from having this beautiful goddess of a girlfriend to attracting a bald, smelly man clearly wanting to fuck you and probably rob you afterwards, you no longer gave a fuck that you looked absolutely nuts laughing on his face for no apparent reason. But fuck. How fast can your life turn around and leave you drunk on your sexiest outfit, single because you got cheated on, and the only person who wanted to fuck you was this stupid man with nothing but bad intentions and a terrible case of halitosis?

"For a man so full of yourself who claims to see through me so easily... You are quite jumpy."

The bartender came back with the bottle carrying an uneasy look, you swiftly took the bill the drunken trashcan of a man had readied, paid for the bottle and shot a wink to the nervous barman. "Keep the change, luv."

"Aye, Price! Kick the bastard out, he gave us enough headaches for a lifetime..." Ordered the bartender, lanky legs carried him elsewhere to open the back door that led to an alley behind the pub.

"You bitch-" Just as you moved from the stool the bald guy launched your way and the barman rushed to aid you, but another man jumped in ready to save you from the hairy arms of the goblin. This guy seemed cleaner and more sober, with much more hair on his head and a stunning beard with the most beautiful cristal blue eyes you have ever seen. They did remind you of your ex girlfriend's and suddenly the scare of the guy jumping to you lessened as the painful memory of your break-up clouded your turbulent mind once again.

Mr. Stunning Beard tackled the cursing baldie with his strong arms, you didn't waste a second delivering him a harsh punch to the mouth that surely broke some of the few teeth he had left. Your reflexes were still intact as you snatched the whiskey bottle from the counter before the now bleeding asshole could break it with the useless kicks he was giving to every piece of furniture he reached.

"No need to ask, Hugh." Replied the pretty guy whose name was Price. "I'll be right back." He grunted your way trying to keep still the scum he had trapped, you shrugged indifferent.

The people from the pub didn't seem scandalized at all, they actually seemed relieved. Apparently from what you heard from the cute girls near the table you had picked, this guy was a homeless man who came to this pub every time he had enough cash to do exactly what you already knew he'd do to you. Pick a sad girl, fuck and rob her and return a few weeks later. This was one of the few pubs that still allowed him the entry, and I say was because as soon as you served yourself another glass from the bottle the guy practically gifted you, the barman walked to your booth, told you to pick whatever you wanted on the house and assured you that the bald asshole was banned for life. You politely smiled and thanked him with a sickenly sweet smile assuring him you were used to this and thanked him for everything.

Truth is, you weren't used to this at all. You were never a pub girl, your girl didn't like pubs so you never had the chance to indulge in... Drinks, sweat, loud crappy music and drunken guys trying to hit on you when you were just trying to hit on their girlfriends. So you were slightly shaken, but it was nothing alcohol couldn't fix.

Baffled, you laughed to yourself seeing how your manicured hand remained intact even after the harsh punch you delivered earlier, though your laughter died as soon as Price came back cleaning the invisible dust from his casual wear. His blue eyes scanned the whole place until they landed on your spot near one of the front windows. You gave him a lazy drunken smile and a small wave he returned with a smirk walking closer, he sat on the opposite booth and frankly you thanked him for it. You could use the stranger's company so long as it wasn't for something sexual. You were no longer in the mood.

"Nice save, Price guy." You purred when he sat down with a huff.

"Nice punch, eh..." He replied squinting.

"(Y/n). I don't know what you were aiming to do here but I'm not interested in-"

"No worries." He quickly said picking up on what you meant "Actually, I came here because I was wondering if you were kind enough to split the bottle." Price said pointing at the whiskey bottle with a meaty finger, that earned him your first sincere smile.

"Fuck It, why not? It'd be fair after you kicked sir Alitosis' ass in my name." You chirped calling the bartender to bring another glass.

In your opinion, there were three types of drunks: angry drunks, sad drunks and fun drunks. You didn't want to be a sad drunk and make a fool of yourself in front of your new buddy, so you decided to let go of your troubles and simply try to enjoy the rest of the night with new friendly company. Besides, this man seems... Oddly polite.

"I did everyone a favour. Bastard scared away enough girls t'night." Price grunted waving a hand lazily as if speaking about the weather.

"Did he mess up your hunt, big guy? Were you craving to take anyone home tonight?" You asked as a final clarification because honestly, when did a guy, who clearly didn't know you were into girls, sit with you when you were at your most miserable and sexiest without holding any weird intentions?

"Girl trouble?"

Price gave you this tight smile and a quick shake taking you by surprise "Nah I honestly just wanted a drink." He said it so tiredly, like he had a long week, maybe he had problems at home or simply hated his job and wanted to drown the discomfort with alcohol or perhaps he had the same issue as you. Romance trouble. He is handsome to be single.

With all the courage alcohol gave you, your mouth spoke before you could even process it.

"Mm. One of many troubles, I'm afraid."

It's as if you drunken minds had synchronized. Promptly, the desire to hit it off with any women here or spend a second alone reminiscing on a time when things felt "right" died in both your minds, suddenly finding peace and contentment on each other's presence deciding that maybe, this wasn't going to be another shitty night after all, as some friendship could be born from this unfortunate encounter with that scum.

As if nothing had happened, you two begun bantering about anything and everything until the pub closed, exchanged numbers and after four more outings together on that same pub, sleepless nights talking from the phone and random nightly adventures without alcohol in your systems in the quiet streets of London, you two became very good friends, best friends, you dare say.

So it didn't come as a surprise when in one particular outing, Price no longer allowed you to call him by his last name but you were so used to doing so you kept calling him that way and it became fun tease.

"It's John, sweetheart. How many times do I have t' remind ya?"

"I'm sorry it's just weird for me to call ya John when I've known you as Price for a whole month!" You wined, opening the Malboro cigarettes you just bought.

"I'll forgive you, but just this once." John chuckled lighting up your cigar and covering the amber with his palm so the chilly air of the night wouldn't extinguish the flame. You two were leaning very close but with all the trust you both shared in you friendship didn't make it feel awkward or heated. At the eyes of any passer-by, you two were very close friends who tiptoed between the line of friendship and romance, an "obvious" sexual tension radiated from you as Price's heavy arm surrounded your waist pressing your side against his sharing heat and casually glancing at each other's mouths when one of you breathed out the smoke of your cigs during playful, quiet conversations. But the truth was that you two were simply a high ranked officer sharing smoke with his lesbian buddy before you entered your favorite pub for the night. Nothing deeper, nothing intimate. Just two buddies spending quality time with each other.

An yet, he did feel the situation deeper than you. It was the quiet moments you two spent together what made Price sleep better at night. He never straight up told you how much he appreciated having a girl friend other than Laswell and whatever the hell his three-month girlfriend pretended to be at times. Your company always felt refreshing, even if you two had known each other for one single month it felt like you had brought him whatever that was missing on his life, company, a stable friendship without sex in between, self confidence and a break from his mind troubles. With you, John felt wanted, but not in the same way many women had made him feel in the past (including his girlfriend), more like you reciprocated the comfort of his company, deeply content with it even though you haven't seen him naked. As many encounters and other past friendships with women he had in the past, he dreaded the time you'd try to jump on him and he would have to explain to you that he has a girlfriend, but you didn't, and somehow it made John feel... Disappointed?

Os course, don't mistake such disappointment for

The captain found a friend in you he deeply cherished, someone he could have at his doorstep in one single phonecall If he needed a drink or a distraction, someone he could count on every time he wanted to feel a different type of thrill that didn't imply sex or war. More like robbing a bunch of gnomes from a random front yard at two in the fucking morning and running for your lives after getting caught doing it, or like that one time when you two joined a random Batchkorette party in the Puss n' Boots and competed on how many thongs you managed to steal before the night ended, he ended up losing the bet and had to invite you for takeout afterwards. Frankly he'd have done it either way thankful of how hard you made him laugh that night.

This time though, it was Price who wanted to open up a bit as you both enjoyed ruining your lungs together before getting wasted and leaving to his friend's house, "Kyle Garrick". John has been planning the perfect outing for a while, and when Gaz mentioned the meteor shower this morning he knew this had to be his chance to take the next step, he only knew you for a month and you two have behaved yourselves well, but there was something at the back of his mind that irked him to nudge your waist with his and give you this mischievous look that made you arch a brow and return it thinking he had something devilish on his mind that you were instantly interested in joining.

Price felt so young and energetic with you, the strict, bloodthirsty captain he thought he was fell dormant in your presence. It was something that thrilled but frightened him as his very own girlfriend, his team and many exes before her, never managed to make him feel such thing. He really felt like he had to thank you, since the night he met you, Price noted an improvement in how his relationship with Martha Swanson affected him. Every little thing she wanted to bicker about he endured better, every time she spent trying to dry his wallet or flirt with his men he simply stopped caring as he felt all the more eager to hang out with you and forget about his tedious job and awful girlfriend, at the same time, Martha noted his nonchalance and to his surprise, she begun slightly behaving better.

But going back to you two, how could he express his gratitude? Would words work? You never really shared very deep conversations other than one time when you were so drunk out your mind you told Price about your last break-up (without specifying the gender of your partner.) he comforted you however he could afterwards, but because he was also so drunk after the drinking competition you two had, the captain could do nothing but pat your back and gargle out soft-spoken comforts while throwing up in a dumpster near a bus stop when you two were retiring for the night. What a sight you two made. One puking his soul out while comforting the other with tears ruining your mascara.

"Wanna do somethin' different t'night?" He asked with a boyish eagerness written all over his face at the way you contorted your face.

"Come on, man... You have been bugging me for WEEKS with this plan! Don't ya want me to meet this friend of yours so bad?"

Price steals your cigar quickly before you can protest, places it in between his lips with his own and takes a looooong deep inhale that devours half of the two cigars quickly to your horror. You swiftly take off one heel and threaten to beat him with it as he laughs jogging and dodging your attacks with both cigs still on his mouth running behind a pole teasing you to try and catch him.

"Come on! this will be much more fun! I'll tell Kyle a lie, that your cat died or somethin' and that you chickened at the last minute..."

"Don't you dare fake Raspberry's death for your silly spontaneous plans, Big Price!" Your tongue rolls the sweet nickname you gifted him weeks ago making his chest fill with warmth. Your big Price.

He laughs and spits out both cigs nodding his head to the side as to guide you along taking long strides that forced you to hurry in order not to loose him in the mist of the night.

"Fine, alright... But if you wanna skip the plan tell Kyle now or he'll have your ass later." You sigh nudging his arm to which he chuckled lowly in agreement quickly fishing out his phone to send Gaz a poor, brief excuse to move the plan for the next week.

Price took you further from the park behind your block, bought you some snacks in the nearest gas station before crossing the bridge that led you closer to the city frontiers until you two reached a pitch black part in the middle of a gigantic clearing with a more natural terrain and a bunch of dead trees and bushes, it was hard to see when the only source of light were your phones' flashlights.

"Where the hell are you taking me? Price, I swear if you are up to something-"

He rolls his shoulders trying not to complain about you still calling him by his last name "Come on, who do you think I am? After all the trouble we've been through... Do you really think I'd mess with our friendship, doll?"

Just when you were about to complain about your poor choice of shoe wear for this unexpected expedition to the unknown, a massive brick wall came to view and the moment Price got in one knee and offered you a lift you bursted out laughing nervously.

The soft, playful reassurance comforted you instantly, but you went puzzled at the light disappointment you felt when he mentioned not messing with you friendship. It was a very strange feeling, as Price's friendship has always felt the the most stable thing in your life even if you've only known each other for a month. So why would you be slightly upset that he was just as pleased with your friendship as you were? You couldn't want more out of him right? And if that was the case... What exactly would it mean to want more? What did "more" imply if you were gay?

"What!? Listen, listen, listen, listen-"

"Shoot it, doll."

"One thing, okay? One thing is steal gnomes and thongs and cover my sexist neighbor's car with a thousand pink post-it... But we are not breaking into anyone's property, big P!"

"Exactly. Because this doesn't belong to anyone, it's abandoned. Now quit crying and jump, I promise I'll cover my eyes." He said covering his eyes with his palm referring to the very short dress you were wearing.

Price gave you an amused smirk at your dramatism when he joined you up the wall to directly launch himself downwards to the other side and help you down. "I'd beat the crap out of whoever had the balls to do that, but I'm sure I wouldn't have to. You are one tough cookie, (Y/n). Haven't met many ladies who can punch the way you do and climb walls wearing high heels." Your soft laughter and thanks hit his heart harder than what was right from a man in a relationship.

You obeyed with a sigh and accepted his lift as you climbed through the brick wall to then sit on the top edge. "For your information, I'm wearing shorts underneath this rags. I may be dumb but I'm not stupid~ I mean, what If someone lifts my dress all of a sudden? Or if I climb a ten foot wall"

The captain instantly thought "You'd give everyone a good view for sure..."

Before you two stood an abandoned plaza that seemed to have been used for past music festivals and other kinds of events. It was mostly a big secluded space with a huge stone platform and some furniture and junk laying here and there, multiple graffiti adorned the dull walls, structures and even some areas in the stoney floor, the sea of bright colors made a lot of contrast with the weak reds from the bricks and the greys from the stone and cement.

Price took you to the rocky platform where he lit up a bunch of candles he took from his pocket, a bottle of whiskey sat beautifully illuminated by their soft lights. He wordlessly rushed to place a long towel from his backpack on the floor and you tried your hardest not to cringe and run from how romantic this was looking. You were internally screaming at this whole situation. Please let it NOT be a confession. God this is why you can't have any straight male friends...

Price knew you well and could read your discomfort about how all of this looked. "I heard the meteor shower was t'night, don't get your hopes up, doll." He teased and you almost fainted in relief.

Of course he wasn't going to confess anything! He had a girlfriend for fuck's sake! Not like you knew he was taken... But did you really have to act so relieved? Was he really that unattractive to you?'

"Oh god-..." You sighed fisting the hem of your dress dramatically flopping to the ground confident that the towel would shield your clean hair and favorite dress from the dusty floor. "Oh fuck! That's right, the meteor shower!" That made you sit quickly assessing how Price had decorated your spot. "And you brought Whiskey?" You smirked.

"For the occasion-" He muttered checking the time on his phone. "Only a few minutes left, it's a good thing you know how to walk fast with heels or else we'd have missed it." John really hoped you didn't hear the bitterness of his tone.

"Challenge accepted. Remind me in the next outing we plan." His rough hand took the bottle. He fisted the towel below intending to shake off the shiver that ran across his spine when his fingers brushed yours as you handed him the whiskey, you didn't have much luck as you actually did shiver at the contact, which was stupid because... Well you hugged and innocently touched each other before, but it felt different this time... Somehow. A strange wave of uncertainty washed over both of you on your little spot. You blamed your thin clothes for your shiver and he grunted back telling you you should have brought a jacket instead of offering you his, to which you playfully shoved his shoulder and he relented taking another blanket from his bag and shielding both of you from the chilly air.

You chuckled "Oh fuck you, big Price. You wouldn't stand a minute with these!" You said opening the bottle and giving it a good sip before offering it to John. (You two didn't care about sucking the same bottle)

"Ah shut up! There it is!" You gasped pointing at the sky after giving another long sip to the bottle.

And there it was~

The beautiful night sky erupted in a thousand lights, now more clearer as you two laid down away from the luminosity of the city. Price was quick to blow off the candles to make it better for you to see the beautiful natural display of lights. But just as he lifted his head from the candles he saw the way your face lit in wonder, your marvelled eyes reflecting the meteor shower In such an enchanting way John remained on his sitting position watching the spectacle from the windows of your eyes. He thanked the stars above that you didn't notice him staring, his cheeks were already burning red and he'd be too embarrassed to pretend he wasn't looking. After a few seconds and a long-ass sip Price mirrored your position looking up at the sky with his arms behind his head to accommodate better in the hard surface of the stone floor.

"You are amazing." You breathed and John fluttered his lashes in surprise but remained silent looking up at the million tiny lights across the sky with a small smile he could not contain.

"It's... Cool that you planned all this. You should have told me we were gonna climb a fucking wall, I would have brought my sketchers. Fucking fool." You bit amused.

"Didn't know we'd cancel on Gaz and that you'd show up dressing like Emma Stone in Poor things. It was supposed t'be a surprise, twat." John bit back with the same amusement.

"Thank you, Knob head."

"Y' welcome. Muppet."

You both chuckled like two teenagers at the random curses you exchanged before you continued. "No, but really... Thanks. I've been kinda broody for a long time after my break-up with..." You sighed. Why the hell were you feeling so reluctant on telling Price the name of your ex girlfriend? Why were you so hesitant on telling him you were into women? "With that... Cheater."

John rolled his head a bit to face your profile, eyes fixed on yours. You weren't going to confess right? He wasn't sure why, but he felt unprepared to tell you he had a girlfriend. Specially now with how peaceful, romantic and unforgettable this night was getting.

"You are the best friend I've never had. And every day I feel grateful that I had left my apartment that night and chose that shitty rathole of Puss n' Boots to burn my burdens. Because you were there, big P." Your voice wavered a bit and you hated how utterly fragile you sounded. "You were there and you have remained here, by my side."

Price's ocean eyes were slightly glossy at the sight of you opening up before him. It warmed his heart that you were comfortable enough to speak this way around him not hiding your vulnerability.

"I trust you, John." The words scaped your lips and suddenly you went mute, your eyes roled to his side to meet his intense stare, Price felt mute as well as your throats constricted and your eyes welded tears that ran free soon when you both nervously laughed together.

"You called me John..." He hummed pleased before continuing. "That means the world to me. You know I trust you too, right doll? There's nothing bad, I mean nothing, that I'd ever wish upon you, love. I'm very happy I got to meet you as well..."

Your soft, sincere smile lit his world as you replied curling to his side. "That's why I trust you. And I know you will never break that trust, John."

Out of nowhere you felt a strange wave of anxiety overwhelming you, this was too deep, you couldn't... This wasn't right. You didn't know what triggered such anxiety. The delicious smell of Price's expensive cologne, his body heat, his warm eyes looking at you with so much affection or... The fact that he was a man. Shit.

John felt the need to open up as well, encouraged by the emotional moment. It was his main plan anyways "(Y/n), I..."

"Johnathan-...I'm a lesbian." You abruptly interrupted.

His face went blank, like a husk of the friend you knew, crescent eyes widening slightly. John's words died on his mouth when you revealed your sexuality with a fearful face and after the longest most agonizing pause, he muttered in denial under his breath.

"No, you are not."

______

It's been a week and a half, and his words played in your mind like a broken record. Just what the hell did he mean by that?

You went from mourning you cheating partner to mourning a friendship that lasted one single sad month. That, if your friendship was over which you were seriously considering ending if it wasn't. You never spoke about it with Price. Never had the courage to bring up the topic after that awkward night.

The memory became a constant in your mind, when you showered, when you worked, when you tried to sleep... Price had consumed your thoughts in an unhealthy way.

You could remember it like it was yesterday. How after he said that, you two sat up facing opposite directions with eyes lost. The spectacle above long forgotten. How the only thing you acknowledged from one another was the alcohol being nudged your way. One took a long chug from the bottle and passed it to the other until you finally finished it. Once done, you stood up on wobbly feet stubbornly refusing John's hand. He took the bottle and threw it across the brick wall, the distant crash of the fall (probably against a rock) marked the rupture of your bond.

You both left the place wordlessly when you undid the improvised comfy spot. Price accompanied you to your bus stop even when you told him he didn't have to, he just pursed his lower lip and shrugged hiding his hands on his pockets instead of touching you in any way like he used to.

You felt bitter and confused, sad and frustrated and so did he.

There were many feelings tormenting you during your departure that only seemed to grow louder as Price saw you getting on the bus, checking on your figure when you sat next to a stranger further from the window before he left home lighting a cigar.

You cried in bed that night, and you hated it because it hurted more than when you cried about your ex Lisa. Price on the other hand, invited Martha over to his apartment at three in the morning, fucked her until the memory of your last encounter was slightly fogged by the pleasure of his girlfriend's walls squeezing him just right and collapsed in bed ignoring the hickies she had on her left shoulder, hickies he had never given her.

Martha snored soundly tucked by his side, your beautiful face shone from his phone when Price, for the very first time since he had known you, decided to stalk your Instagram account. Yes, you were into girls, that much was clear as the old captain scrolled through your publications and saw plenty of pictures of you with your friends and who he assumed was your ex girlfriend Lisa. There was one particular selfie that made his numb body feel a pang of ache on his chest, it was of you a few months back hugging your girlfriend's waist with this beautiful smile that momentarily dulled his heartbreak until he saw the short caption underneath the selfie: "Today we make two years together! My best friend, my muse, my goddess, my beautiful girlfriend. No one will ever make me feel as whole as you had made me feel all this time. Forever yours, (Y/n) <3"

Just before turning his phone off, he swiped down to read your bio. Price's brows rose up at the sight of his girlfriend's Instagram on your list of followers.

"Shit..."

______

"What's got you low, bee?" Your friend asked entering the shop where you worked at.

It was almost nine and your boss had given you the thumbs up to leave half an hour earlier because you were feeling like total shit and the night went slow anyway, so your friend Alan took it upon himself to try and drag you out of the shop for a night out with your mutual friends and you didn't have the heart to tell them no because of all the time you spent apart.

"Look at him! You can be sooo puntual when it comes to hangouts, Alan-boo." You replied ignoring the question with a purr turning off the lights and locking the door with Alan following you around like a lost duckling.

"It's been so fucking long, (Y/n)! We miss you! When Martha told us that you went clubbing alone all this time to forget about Lis-"

"Clubbing?" You interrupted the redhead with a calm voice as if to not pay much mind to their worry. "You guys can be so dramatic... I just went to a few bars to fish up some gals~!" You said in a sing-song tone.

"Any luck?" Alan pushed guiding you to his car. You gave him a dramatic huff of fake (or not so fake) frustration in replay and he laughed.

Thankfully, during the ride to the bar where they had chosen to meet up, you both didn't comment much more about your nocturnal whereabouts during your "self exile" from the group. The memory of Price was like a punch to the gut you were not in the mood to suffer. At least not for tonight.

The Goblin King was a bar some of your friends frequented every Wednesday night to play Dungeons and Dragons in their basement since the owner was one of your friends' dad, it was funny how no matter how old they've gotten, they still held such deep love for a game they played together as teenagers. Though, tonight was different because most of the people from your group didn't like it, so they agreed to leave table games behind and enjoy drinks with Martha's new boyfriend. You laughed when Alan deflated saying she had organized this meeting only to try and incorporate her new love interest to the group even when she was giving him and (apparently) other male friends mixed signals. You couldn't deny you were feeling curious about who in their right mind would seriously date this woman.

Imagine your surprise when you approached the crowdy wooden table, while your friends greeted and playfully picked on you for disappearing all this time, and you found a pair of tired blue eyes above a magnificent beard staring at you from the other side of the table. Price and you locked gazes, hiding the shock and trying to play it off stretching hands with a quick greet. He was dressed casually and yet it didn't dull his handsomeness one bit.

So she's Martha's so called "rainbow friend"...

So he's Martha's new boyfriend...

"Oh my god (Y/n). You wench!" Martha's sudden call from the bar startled you and you swore you'd vomit from the sudden scare she gave you mixed with the anxiety of having Price looking at you with those baby blue puppy eyes again. Does she know what happened? Did Price mention something about...

"If only I've known you'd be pulling that killer outfit I would have hidden my boyfriend, haha!" She joked sitting on Price's lap making the guys (and you) look away uncomfortable. Price noticed this and tensed up, blinking rapidly for a second parting his lips ready to change the subject. You were still wearing your work uniform which the only thing that could kill was a boner, and suddenly you were feeling insecure. Fucking awesome, thanks Martha.

"First of all don't call me wench, dear. We haven't reached that phase yet." You said amusedly but clearly stating boundaries, she laughed nodding without apologizing. "And second of all... You look like a snack! I'm jealous! Of Price, obviously. He hit the jackpot on ya." You said placing your backpack on the back of the chair before sitting swiftly next to Alan and other girl friend of yours, Malory.

Some of them rose their brows and Martha squinted curious. "How come you know his name? Do you know each other?"

Shit.

"I'm a regular at her shop." Price said casually squeezing Martha's thigh with a tight-lipped smile. You missed his dumb smiles.

"At the tea shop?" Martha questioned suddenly all suspicious while scratching Price's gigantic shoulder with her sinfully long pink nails.

"Babe, I'm British." The way Price said that made the table erupt in chuckles quickly lightening up the mood. Everyone laughed but you who just smiled amused by the comment and quickly excused yourself walking off to order something at the bar with Price's eyes following your every move, the table soon recovered their previous conversations.

What's up with her? This woman has been sexting all your male friends ever since she joined the group, and she was well aware of your sexuality so why act jealous? Oh, and what the hell was with Price dating none other than MARTHA SWANSON? You thought he could do better than that... Come on, John. And since when did he have a girlfriend anyway!? Why didn't he tell you before making that weird (and cute) date thing in that abandoned place? Shit, what if... What if that wasn't a date at all and you were looking too deep into things?

Somehow that thought hurted more than you'd like to admit. But you can't just assume someone's into you just because you are cute and single.

Fuck... Perhaps you were bisexual after all. Or at least just for Price, which isn't fair because he has a girlfriend and your past experiences with men were the reason why you left the closet. You can't simply start experimenting on him to see if you aren't fully lesbian when you still have some issues with men to work on and he has a girlfriend (as bitchy as she is).

The moment you ordered a "Whiskey on the rocks." a male voice echoed your order mockingly at the same time. You rose your brow looking over your shoulder where Price was slowly walking to your side with a small smile looking everywhere but you rocking his weight on the spot he stopped at. You knew when Price did this hip thrust thingy was either because he was happy or he was nervous. And judging by the way he didn't hold your gaze for long, he was most definitely nervous.

Big hairy arms crossed on his chest leaning on the counter, both of you were quiet as the barman quickly handed your glass and went to take your cash until Price rose his hand to halt him handing him his own bill discreetly, surely praying that Martha didn't see him inviting you for a drink after acting so suspicious and jealous in the table.

"Can't say I'm surprised you'd order the same shit as always even when they've got awesome pints in 'ere." He delivered in a soft hum. His voice, ever so manly and calming, made your hard shoulders shag slightly relaxing your stance, Price's gaze was lost in the bottles displayed behind the busy barman who was drying some glasses trying to ignore the satisfaction he felt noting the effect he had on you. Then, you decided to replay but in a way that held a double meaning, you could only hope he understood.

"I'm a gal or habits. But I must say there are things I wouldn't mind trying."

He was taken aback never imagining you'd say such thing. As you took your whiskey and walked one single step further from the bar trying to scape the scene to leave him some space to swallow what you said, Price's hand on your waist halted you instantly. You choke on your breath at the feeling of his giant hand delicately squeeze the plushness of you waist through your uniform like this. He was quiet, a tight smile pushing up his facial hair and cheeks crinkling his eyes further in an expression you had never seen him put and could only be described as want and worry all mixed together.

"(Y/n)." Price begun retreating his hand from your waist.

"I'm sorry." You said, not needing to hear anything else. "I misunderstood the situation when we were stargazing..."

John didn't have the heart to tell you that you didn't misunderstand anything keeping in mind that you two were still coming to terms with what happend that night and the impact it had on your friendship forever changing the view you had of one another. Truth is, (for both of you) that he was afraid of spending another week not talking to you even though the distance was needed. As adults, the stress or work, family and new relationships can make one's emotions unstable and unclear for one's self and therefore for others around them. His aunt often said that as an adult he must figure his shit out, but for Price it was different considering his whole life was his job and he has only begun living it recently. In desperation at the realization that he was no longer a boy but a middle-aged man whose life was running before his eyes faster than he wanted to admit, John suddenly found himself begining a romantic relationship with a woman who was only in for sex and appearances to later finding in her nothing but numbness and headaches, that until he found someone better for him who brought so many feelings and experiences in such little time you've known each other, that filled him with wonder for the future but couldn't persue anything further than friendship reaching his predicament since you were not attracted to him sexually and he was already committed to someone else. What a mess.

"Me too. I'm sorry for..." Price shook his head forcing his eyes to remain in your face with a long sigh. "For acting like that. I know i made things awkward pretty quickly, I didn't mean t' sound hateful or childish, and that plus the week of zero contact surely made me look like an asshole." You nod In agreement with an humorous smile that turned into a chuckle he mirrored. "Our friendship is very important to me, (Y/n). You just-..." He paused staring at the depths of your pupils intensively making you blush feeling slightly exposed. "You are important to me. You just give sense to everything..."

Your smile widened, your right hand swirled the whiskey glass making the ice cubes clank satisfactorily when you took one step closer to Price. "I don't make sense to shit, big Price. It's the alcohol in our systems what gives it to anything in our shitty lives."

Is it though? Is the whiskey in your hand the elixir you both need to feel such connection? Suddenly everything around you disappears, it's only John and you in that bar closer than before.

"Then maybe we should stop involving alcohol every time we see each other." He speaks lowly, his voice and cologne intoxicating your senses. You lips part, the dreamy look in your face making him exhale in delight. "If you're right and any booze we take makes sense to... This." He moves a finger between you and him "Then I wanna stop drinking and be lost in you, (Y/n)."

"J-John..." You would have loved to continue this conversation but having Martha whine Price's name from the table like a desperate cat in heat made you two step away awkwardly and turn to reality going back to the table.

Oh to spend half an hour between laughs and jokes with your friends. How you missed this, you missed them. But as mentioned, it lasted half an hour until all of you all grew slightly tense when you begun taking notice of some heated looks shared between Alan and Martha the more they drank, and the way every time it happend, Price sent you this knowing look that stirred something within you. It wasn't desire, it wasn't amusement, it was something ugly that started eating up your insides until you were so irritated that once Martha and Alan left to the bathroom to do what you all knew they'd do, you took your chance to leave for a quick smoke along some of your friends who left the table sending Price looks filled with pitty. Price didn't mind them and stood up taking his coat to follow your smaller group, hopefully to continue the conversation you two were having.

You were a mess once you left the bar and walked to the nearest alley claiming you needed to be alone for some time, your friends brushed it off as they thought that any mention or hint of an affair would trigger the memory of Lisa.

Price didn't act surprised or hurt when Martha's affair was evident. That was either because he was dumb and haven't realized yet or he simply didn't care, but you knew how sharp big Price was. He wasn't a captain for nothing. You knew how attentive he is about anything and anyone around him, so you guessed he knew. And that started eating up your head with questions fueled by the alcohol in your system: Were you a part of his plan to get back at Martha for her cheating? Was this deep connection between you two something made up by Price to hopefully seduce you despite your sexuality only to shove the emotional affair to his girlfriend's face?

Fuck, you were so stupid. So fucking stupid. First it was your ex Lisa Higgins cheating on you after two years together apparently because you weren't as bold and wild as you used to be when she met you. Now it was John Price, who not only tried and succeed to make you forget about your ex and begin feeling more confident about yourself, but also made you question your sexuality and almost got you compleatly falling for him only to use this to get back at his cheating girlfriend.

You were done feeling heartbroken and used. You were done with romance, it simply wasn't for you. It only brought pain and misery.

"Hey, sweetheart?" You heard near the alleyway until John's face peeked from the brick wall looking at you worriedly. "What's happened? You alright...?" Was he following you again? Come on.

Without a thought you turned to him, your face showing nothing but hurt and vulnerability and Price couldn't contain himself so he quickly approached you wrapping you on your coat that you had forgotten inside and cooed at you as his arms wrapped around you trapping you on a suffocating hug. You whimpered on his chest and spoke up "When I was fresh out of college, I was invited to a party some of my old classmates were throwing." Price looked downwards a little confused until your teary eyes met his again. "No one told me I was the only girl coming or that the game they invented and insisted on me playing was only for them to enjoy... Or that the video they filmed about us playing said game would go viral on Twitter."

There was a pause then and realization hit Price quicker than you thought it would. "Jesus-"

"It obviously didn't turn well for them. But the damage was done. Some time later, the video was deleted, most of them are in jail now and I changed cities years before I met Lisa, but... Well. Since then I leaned more towards women, as you can imagine..."John crouched a bit to your level brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb, his hand was so warm it quickly comforted you. You looked up at him, both of you sharing an intense look that showed that the connection shared you thought lost wasn't so lost after all.

He whispered then "You are the strongest woman I know, (Y/n). I'm so sorry that happened to you..." Which got you sniffing so you could reply quickly reminding yourself of the previous negative thoughts you had about the captain.

"I'm not sorry. I'm much stronger now than I was then, so with that... I can tell you confidently that I'm a lesbian, John..." The way you said it sounded like you were chastising him.

"Are you?" Price asked arching a brow tilting your chin up. He was so close your hands pressed against his chest afraid he'd kiss you and make a fool out of yourself because you weren't sure you'd resist his charms any longer, all against your confidence of liking the opposite sex.

"You know the answer." You felt proud for saying it without a stutter. "Listen, if you are just doing this to use me for your vendetta against you cheater girlfriend, I can't help you. You-... Can't just ask me to like men!" You barked perplexed. Price on the other hand didn't blink, he just looked at you with half-lid eyes lost on every faction of your face making you think he truly hadn't paid attention to anything you just said.

"I don't give a rat's ass about Martha at this point, (Y/n)." Your eyes widened when he said that so plainly, your hands going slack on his chest until his other hand held them tight to his pectorals. "I'm not asking you to like men, only to like me." John grunted out in frustration, and your heart begun beating faster.

What is gender when it comes to love. What is your sexual orientation when you have someone you love and cherish so deeply at the palms of your hands, kissing your feet and loving you unconditionally wanting nothing but to pleasure you in any way they can, to make you feel special and more importantly, loved. Is John Price worth your heart?

"I'm leaving for approximately three months. It's work related and strictly confidential." He continues after giving you some seconds to digest what he said "I don't want you to pity me and force yourself to love me when we are fine just as we are, love. But I want to tell you that the only person that I'll have in my head when I leave England will be you, (Y/n). Not Martha, not our friend group, not my piers or any other bloody person in this country but you."

The sob that scaped your mouth made you feel a pang of embarrassment that forced you to quickly look away until Price turned desperate gently turning your face his way with both hands on your cheeks. "Lie to me... Tell me that you love me, (Y/n). Just once before I leave."

Why is he so dramatic? Is this for real? Could it be that this mission was mortal? He was in the military, this wasn't some stupid work trip where he'd have to talk to some higher-ups and after a week or two he'd come back like nothing happenend. He'd be handling guns and getting fired at. He'd have more wounds and scars to show you followed by countless stories about how he dodged death only to make you realize that his job was indeed dangerous and he wasn't inmortal.

"...I can't..." You sobbed.

"...Why?" He asked, his voice sounding broken contradicting the confident and strong aura he always radiated.

"Why? I'd never lie to you... You dimwit." That earned a loud chuckle from him that sounded painful, like he was forcing himself to laugh instead of crying right then and there. "I'm not ready to say it... Not yet." You whispered, and Price exhaled.

After that, he kissed your hairline, both hands still holding your cheeks up applying more pressure into the kiss before he turned away with a rushed "Goodnight, love." Leaving you there dumbfounded with the realization that, despite claiming that you'd never lie to him, you already did when you told him of your sexuality. At this point you'd consider yourself Price-sexual if that was even a thing, which you were sure it was with the way all your lady friends looked at Price back in the bar.

You needed some time alone in the alley when Price left, feeling an upcoming headache with all the things you felt tonight. When you went back to the bar everyone was there but Price who had left leaving no excuse, but everyone thought he did because of Martha's stunt so they didn't fault him.

______

Two months without seeing or hearing nothing from Price. You felt like you'd go mad.

The countless texts and calls you sent went ignored. You cursed him for leaving you like that, you begged him to call you whenever he could, you reminded him of the silly nightly scapades you made and how fun it was to do literally anything with him, sent pictures of your cat who he always wanted to meet yet you claimed he had to organize a plan with you and his team first, told him how shitty his music taste was and yet how fitting once you investigated the bands he recommend to you when you met. Lastly, you also apologized again and explained all of this was too confusing for you when you were still trying to move on from Lisa and past trauma.

And on the third month, nothing.

Your life felt oddly normal, like Price never existed. Like you never left the group at all. It wasn't a surprise when Alan and Martha openly announced their friends with benefits' relationship out of the blue, most of your friends actually left the group after that because they felt she had messed up the whole dynamic by sleeping with half of the guys when she was in a relationship. Alan didn't keep quiet as he should have and defended her with stupid excuses that pissed all of you off. And yet, after some time, things kind of went back to normal when Martha suddenly disappeared. Alan said she was tired of all the drama and blamed you all for the group's decay deciding she'd focus more on Price and Price alone.

None of you believed her bullshit, specially you who knew Price was still on duty, but otherwise kept quiet on the matter because finally without Alan and Martha, the group recovered itself quickly and you all swore you would never sleep with each other so this types of dramas wouldn't happen again.

Your job was... Boring. Like always. But the routine and your friends helped you heal from Lisa and distracted you from your unfinished business with Price. On this third month without him, you begun going to therapy and it's the best thing you could have done. You had to carry multiple tissues in the first few sessions, and that's when you realized just how many feelings you had suppressed all this years. By the end of the month you realized (if it wasn't clear enough with Price's charms) that you were indeed bisexual, but all the pent up trauma formed a giant wall between you and the opposite sex that made you believe you had lost all attraction you held for men, but Price was the awakening, or so the therapist said. And you couldn't deny it, but you also agreed that it was best to remain single and focus on yourself in order to heal and form healthier friendships and even romantic relationships with other people.

Texting Price was no longer in your routine. Every time you felt the urge to do so, you'd watch a random episode from your favorite series, read a book or take Raspberry for a walk on the park with the new leash you had purchased from Amazon for the orange cat's fourth birthday.

Out of England, John was a mess and was only doing a little worse each day away from home. He'd focus on the mission and would never waver from it, even when his unit tried to take some breaks so they could catch air and relax from work, such thing never crossed Price's mind as he was eager to finish quickly so he'd go back to you. They were all worried, even Ghost, being the quietest, expressed his concerns about Price's change of personality. How he was more snappy than usual, always seemed to sulk, being overly reactive to the enemy's counterattacks just as he was with Laswell when she claimed they'd probably spend another few weeks if not another month stuck in there. Once he almost reached the fourth month away from you, he finally, oh finally, accomplished his duty and was granted permission to leave home earlier than anyone had liked. Frankly he didn't give a fuck about how badly it looked from him (as a captain) to leave "early", as this mission got on his nerves and he was worried sick about your view of him after he left the way he did to then throw a killing blow by ignoring your texts since he was not allowed to contact anyone at that time. But you didn't know that.

When he returned to his apartment, Price went directly to charge his phone and threw himself to the bathroom eager to enjoy a long, well-deserved shower followed by a wank. Watching the grime wash from his body being carried by the steaming water was something John didn't think he'd watch ever again. This mission was hellish to say the least, too many close calls, many fellow soldiers lost in enemy territory, many new scars to "brag" about... And he was fucking exhausted, so at the last minute he decided to skip the wank and read your messages.

This mission shouldn't have tired him the way it did. After all, he IS a captain. He is in the military. This should have been a walk in the park for him but... But where was his heart and head if not in the field of battle? He was too worried over losing you all over again due to his absence that it tired him mentally, so much so that instead of worrying for his life, Price only feared he'd never see you again, that he'd die without hearing you say that you reciprocated his feelings.

Honestly, you did imply that you do, but you never properly said "I love you." It's scary how much power that one sentence held over Price. How he felt like he could die in peace if only you said such thing. It was stupid, childish, even. But he couldn't help but feel weak over you.

Price didn't know you for a full year and he felt like he'd loose himself if he never got to see you again. Just like young lovers feeling so much intensity in their first relationship they'd be planning their future together even though they wouldn't last long. Maybe's because you were best friends, maybe's because of the limitations in your relationship due to your sexuality and his girlfriend... His obsession could be caused by many factors. But the easiest answer was simply because you were you. Because he never craved anything or anyone the way he craved you. Because you brought that spark to his life he never thought he needed until he begun feeling it in your company.

Because you were his everything.

Finding thousands upon thousands of texts an calls from you stirred something primal in Price. A need of returning to you, of feeling a loving touch after all these months of blood and carnage, to receive a sassy remark or literally anything you wanted to throw at him to comfort his old tired body, to make him feel like he was safe away from danger. The captain needed to return to his home, and his home was his woman.

Lover or friend, no matter what you chose, you were his. He'd be damned if he never got to tell you this.

______

On your way home from work, you felt a strange feeling of anticipation. You wanted to excuse it telling yourself it was because you were craving to get out of the rain and snuggle with your cat, much to his distaste.

Your eyes widen when you spotted a hooded figure sitting in your porch. The man is tall, the hoodie is old and from a certain someone's favorite football team. The hooded person lifted his head and you stood there frozen, a few steps away from where he was sat.

"John...?" Price felt like he'd die right there when you weakly called his name.

The months apart messed with his head and right now he could only feel... Yearning. He yearned for this.

His giant body propelled itself from the steps like an invisible force was pushing him to touch you. Your drenched body cried at the contact of his warmth and the smell of blue lavender Axe, his favorite deodorant. His arms wrapped around your middle and yours hugged his neck while Price buried his face on you wet locks with a needy sound you could only describe as a whine, you did the same with his neck lowering his hood that now uncovered his oak hair. No longer wet under the rain, your porch secured you from the shitty weather. You both panted at the contact as if during all these months you couldn't properly breath until you were holding one another.

Fuck the invisible chastity belt, fuck your doubts about your sexuality. Your John is back home, and you are one hundred percent willing to give him a very warm and wet welcome.

"Hello, dolly..." John gasped and you chuckled emotional, your shaky hand struggled to fish your keys from your coat's pocket eager to get the wet captain out of the cold.

"Hello to you too, big Price-..." You made a quick move to scape his bear hug and he didn't fight, afraid of crossing your boundaries until your hand took his tightly while you made quick work on opening your front door to drag the tired man inside your home until.

"SLAAAAG!" Your neighbor yelled from across the street.

John and you froze, shared a confused look then turned back to face your annoying neighbor.

"FUCK YOU, RONALD!" You screamed and Price followed back with a "GET YER FUCKING ASS HOME, RONALD!" Yeah. That's the same sexist neighbor you two tormented one drunken night by covering his entire work van with pink post-its.

"FUCK THE PAIR OF YA!" He wishes. "I SPENT MY WHOLE SATURDAY MORNING GETTIN' RID OF 'EM GIRLY PINK POST-ITS FROM MA' VAN! YA WANKERS! I KNOW IT WAS YOU! I'LL SUE YA!" The old man threatened trying to open his front door to secure the grocery bags from the rain. He looked clownish as hell, the insults and threats never affected you guys only causing a fit of low laughter to scape your grinning mouths.

"Ow fuck off you fucking dinosaur! Get the fuck back inside before I demolish ya!" Price said back with laughter on his tone rising a fist to your neighbor's way, that earned him a smack on the chest from you compleatly amused by his empty threat. Price tilted his head to your door silently begging you to hurry and you complied.

You two rushed inside leaving the old man baffled taking a second before he resumed his list of insults lovingly dedicated to the both of you. Ronald probably thought he won the fight so soon you'll have to put him on his place with one of you pranks. But now you MUST focus on Price.

After you closed the door and dropped your wet coat to the previously dry floor so carelessly, you jumped on Price shoving him against the wall with the force of the impact, your arms and legs wrapped around him like a monkey while he held you up tightly laughing endeared.

"Where the heck were you!? I told you to call me!" You exclaimed nuzzling your cheek against his loving the way he practically melted at this gesture, his beard scratched your skin as he pressed closer letting out an exhale that seemed to rob him of all the air from his lungs. You weren't mad at him after all. God, the relief. And this new cuddly side of you? He couldn't believe this was real. Weren't you resentful? Your loving nuzzles don't express so.

John's shoulders shook with the small enamoured chuckle he let out, then, he leaned close to whisper in your ear making you shiver lightly "I told you it was classified, love. Besides, I wanted to surprise you." He gave you a small pat on the bum. "Did I succeed?" He purred lastly, voice liquid honey.

You felt-... You felt warm all over. And you were sure he knew it by the way he was pressing yourself closer and closer, and fuck. There was no doubt the gigantic tent on his pants wasn't any of those big guns they carried on the military. Just when the realization hit you that you had John breathing heavily in your ear, your body compleatly wrapped around his while his erection was pressing hardly and JUST right against your clothed cunt, you whimpered.

"Fuck." You hummed. Weren't you supposed to avoid this? You should talk to your therapist about it next monday...

"What do we..." John breathed out, still afraid he was surpassing your boundaries.

Your eyes met his, noses gracing due to being in such close distance. He was immobile, his hands still supporting your weight by your bum and his boner pretty evident as it stabbed your jeans over your wet panties.

"You a virgin?" You joked, he tilted his head slightly back to fix you a confused but amused look with a small squint.

"Is there a right answer...?" Price mustered sounding uncharacteristically flustered and nervous.

"You act like one, big P." You grinned and his eyes darkened.

"God, I fucking missed you."

Your lips clashed in a heated kiss that felt fucking perfect even if it was a blur between lips, teeth and tongue. Gosh he had so much hair on his face, and yet it fit perfectly. His hands were massaging and squeezing your ass, now blindly walking to your living room until you both reached the couch where he flopped you on your back making Raspberry yelp in surprise, the poor cat hurried to get the fuck out of the room before Price begun taking his clothes off laughing in eagerness with you as you did the same. Like two young lovers, as mentioned. In a blink, your clothes were all across the carpet. With matching eagerness you made a quick move to straddle the aroused captain who whistled at how fast you moved to top him.

How proud he momentarily looked. Price's sure you'd be quick learning self-defense technics if he were to teach you. Maybe the reward of sex could be a motivator judging by how lightheaded and hungry you seemed on top. Of course he was only letting you on top because he fucking missed you and felt like he owed you.

His heaving hairy chest tickled your breasts once you fully sat on his lap with his erection pressing against his toned abdomen, your eagerness seeming to tone down feeling slightly intimidated by the sight of the giant captain being used as a human chair, cock standing proudly between you.

"W-well..." You stuttered. But who could fault you? Imagine being a lesbian for years and finding yourself straddling a guy with a cock the size of a monster can, and fat as one too. It was meaty all over, cut, with a big pink tip. His big thighs shifted a little impatiently from time to time because of the arousal. Even his nipples under the small mat of hair on his chest had gone hard as peebles. You felt... Aroused but intimidated, and Price could tell, his voice coming low and comforting but teasing nonetheless.

"Now who's acting like a virg-"

You shut him up by robing him a kiss, he hummed in delight. The kiss was brief but deep, soon reviving the fire in your cunt. His sky eyes shut as you moved back again to assess the issue staring down his huge dick with a determinated look.

"If I only knew you'd be shutting me up with kisses... I would have turned the most talkative mother fucker in all London." His awful flirting worked dissipating your nerves further, yet after a little pause feeling the little hesitation you had left, he wanted to make sure.

"We don't have ta' do this." Prices' tone was soft and assuring, but you already made up your mind and you were one hundred percent sure you could do this.

"You are such a sweet talker, love..." Price tried to fight the huge grin on his face when you called him that, but just like a happy dog moving it's tail, his cock twitched in between your folds, reannouncing his arousal. You grinned delighted at this leaning to his ear, his eyes entranced at the sight of your bare tits pressing up against his chest.

"You do like it when I praise ya, huh?" You whispered on his ear, he agreed in a light "uh huh..." Both hands massaging your thighs impatient, his breathing going raspy, but he was clearly holding himself back. "I'm okay with this... No need to be so cautious when you've got me naked n' wet all over you, John." You purred nibbling on his earlobe. To such sentence, his body begun reacting accordingly to how he was feeling, his tip leaked, his hands grew sweaty and his breathing heaved deeper, his thighs shifted more and more under you suffering from the strong desire to thrust up.

His lips found yours, one of his hands cupped your right ass cheek as the other guided your hand towards his leaking cock delivering your lower lip a bite as your small hand grabbed his heating cock firmly. Then, John asked. "Can I speak bluntly...?" You whined a "sure... Stop usin' filters... Just fucking tell me what you think, big P." He was so sweet for asking though.

"Right then..." The way his eyes darked and the strong painful squeeze on your buttocks made you shift on the spot. "I'm gonna fuck you so fucking hard, luv... You've got no idea how long I wanted to do this..."

But it was your response what got Price feeling like this whole ordeal was just one of his deepest darkest fantasies about you being manifested by his tired brain. "Fuck me, huh? I think I'll be the one fucking you, big P. Look at us. The big scary captain Price just returning home to be riden to death, pussydrunk and victorious."

The following growl he let out was nothing but sinful, the sweet result of your eager hand moving his cock fixing the tip in between your folds drenching it with your arousal, the perfect natural lubricant. "I've brought condoms." Price said stopping you from sinking down his member any further. Your eyes met his once again, pupils so dilated he could see his own reflection in them.

"We'll deal with the consequences later. Buy a pill or something, I don't care..."

Price was weak man. He was so fucking weak for you.

"How irresponsible~..." He was so quick to shut up with a loud grunt that sounded like old guy getting kicked on the balls once your ass was fully seated on his lap. His cock slid directly inside with zero effort, punching your womb with the force of your abrupt jump downwards practically impaling your small body. He'd have to reward you somehow by how nice and quiet you tried to be once the whole monster entered your small, flushed pussy.

Price had this shit-eating grin staring up at your fucked out face. You shifted on the spot with his cock still inside molding your walls, soon adjusting your legs planting the heels of your feet on the the couch on each side of his wide legs. John picked up on this and held your ass more firmly, both hands enjoying the way your ass cheeks melted to his palm. Then you grinned back with this challenging look, and Price was in.

Your ass sunk aggressively hard, instantly with a very desperate pace colliding against his thighs and big, hairy, pulsating balls. John sat there with his mouth watering and eyes widening at the sight of your blissed out face, the loud moans you let out were Price's new favorite sound. Your moans, and how awfully dirty you begun to talk.

"F-fucking perfect..." You let out, eyes hypnotized by the way his pecs begun lightly jiggling like jello at the pace and force of your hips. "I needed this cock, John. Fuck-fuck- I... I needed you to fucking impale me with this fucking thing." Jesus.

Your higher body leaned back arching like a cat, with one hand using his left shoulder as leverage and the other supporting your weight on his knee. His own helped you guiding your pace by your hips, big calloused palms nuzzling and squeezing your tender skin. "Y' like ma' cock so much you'll end up- ..." He growled deeply at the realization of what he was about to say. "... fucken' knocking yourself up with my babies..."

Oh it shouldn't make you this desperate to hear such thing. The topic of kids was always something you avoided. But can you avoid it now with the way your body shivered, your pace turning sloppier and aggressive and your moans turning louder? "Y-YEAH! SHIT!"

Price felt like fainting right then and there, your whole body went forwards once more digging one of your nipples on his watering mouth. You both cried out loud when he met your eager jumps with thrusts of his own, balls hitting your ass so fucking hard, the clapping sounds could almost match in height your screans of bliss. How could a small doll like you NOT break with the way his cock bullied your insides like a horse in heat? How he felt the small tip of your cervix kiss his cock head, your painfully tight walls strangling his giant cock.

Your screams of pleasure will most definitely be the topic of the next meeting between your neighbors by the end of the week, and honestly? You were happy about letting them know that all the effort and training you had spent fucking dragon dildos up until now had been rewarded with the giant cock of your best friend testing the flexibility of your cunt.

"H-have no idea- AH! F-ffff....of how- of how long I've spent fucking touching myself thinking about this monster cock...H-How it bulged-" You whined reaching a second orgasm, Price's thumb didn't help one bit as it rubbed harshly on your small puffy clit.

"Y-yeah? Tell me about it, sweetheart..." He begged, body all shiny with sweat biting his lower lip at the small building pain from his spine by the way he was thrusting up so hard.

"Y-" A scream interrumped you, pace slowing down. Your whole body shivered and the urge to pee was so overwhelming you simply let go, your ears rang missing the way Price moaned out when his cock was being strangled harder than before and he could feel the waves of pleasure from your cunt. A big shot of squirt drenched his whole abdomen, his thumb aggressively played with your clit in order to prolong the orgasm. Prices' eyes went so wide it was almost comical, your body was shaking as if you got electro shocked, one hand weakly punching his chest so he'd stop and the other squeezed his knee painfully, your mouth open and whaling in pleasure followed by fat tears at how fucking blissful it felt to squirt so much and so hard all over your sweet captain. Price couldn't hold himself still, and against your wishes, (he'll apologize later) he flipped you over wrapping his arms around your body. He laid you down with your head almost handging off the armrest of your ruined couch, your knees were pushed to your ears' level and the enormous figure of Price engulfed your form when he lowered his body to hold your position still by tightly gripping at your ankles, pistoning his cock in and out of your puffy, squirt-drenched pussy. He applied all the force his sore body allowed him by using his toes by the end of the couch as support instead of his knees.

Imagine the bliss of an eighty four kilogram mountain of muscle dropping his whole weight at a quick pace against your crying sex. You were screaming before but now you were in a deep coma and he was the one screaming feeling his cock get milked in a way he has never experienced in his forty years of life on this earth. "F-FUUUUUCK... YES! FUCKING KEEP SQUEEZIN' ON MY DICK, BABY!" Price was shooting prayers at the sky, but the only goddess they were directed to was you and your enchanting, addicting pussy. "Y-YEAH... SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT..." When was the last time he felt like this in bed? Fuck, you truly were the one and only for him.

And it was one particular stab of his cock what seemed to bring you back to life, eyes going white rolling back. You moved your head forwards slowly, your chin pressing on your chest to properly look at the relentless attack of Price's cock, thrust going sloppy and uneven. There's no words that could describe the love you two felt at that moment, when your eyes met, mouth drooling with the purest of pleasure before you lowly growled. "Give me your seed, John..."

Price didn't ask where, he just let go inside of you. His feet were in the air when he delivered one final thrust, his waist was pressing hard against yours with the weight of his lower half, his hands still used your ankles as leverage to not fall on top of you. Price roared out his orgasm at the incredible and indescribable feeling of his balls emptying somewhere VERY deep inside your pussy, so fucking deep you could imagine the fountain of semen reaching even your throat (though anatomically incorrect). You two panted like dogs, still unmoving but not for now with the way your bodies seemed to give up on both of you.

Price held your expent body close, you two cuddled on the small space of your couch bathed in various different fluids.

Counting two minutes laying there in silence with your eyes closed, head pressed against his hairy chest, Price's soft feather touch along your waist stirred you up to reality. The feeling of your pussy crying rivers of cum made you round the Captain's waist with your leg followed by a long exhausted hum.

"Jesus..." You have no idea who out the two of you said that. But mood. That was the most intense sex you've ever had.

"Uff... That felt like three rounds in one go if you have any left..." You exhaled with a soft smile looking up at John who lazily blinked at you with a small smile of his own.

"Aha... Might wanna give me some time to recover, firecracker. Fuck, not even my job gets me this sweaty..." The captain jested earning a little kiss on the tip of his nose. "I wanna... I wanna melt right here for now. With you."

Your tired smile softened making Price lean impossibly closer to you. Curling against your sweaty body felt like heaven after the hell he had gone to all these months. Like you could read his mind, you asked.

"What's it like out there? Being a captain n' all?" You had never asked him many questions about his role in the military because the mere mention of his job brought a somber look on his half-lid eyes. You knew it was a heavy topic for Price, he stood proudly on his occupation but you could read the pain he felt when he recalled the things he did and people he had lost to get to where he was right now.

John spoke lowly, tiredness making his foggy brain answer with sincerity. "No body ever told me being a captain could be this... Suffocating. I just knew when I was promoted. Everyone keeps askin' me what I wanna do durin' missions... And I just look at 'em and say what they want and need ta' hear. But you know what I really wanna do?" He took a pause then, eating up the sight of you naked on his chest with this comforting look on your face. "I wanna go home, hug you even if I never was a hugger... I wanna get the clean cups outta the dishwasher and put 'em in the cupboard to make some tea for us in the morning. I wanna watch you drinking it peacefully as you rant to me about this new book you've read or show you've seen, tell me of the new plans you've made for us in the night, who'd be pranking and what we'd be drinking while doing so. I wanna make you feel good, so good, wanna make ya orgasm as many times as I can to pay for all the time I'm gone for work. Truly. I just..." John sighed. And after a small pause he gave you the word to speak.

"I wanna sleep. All the time. Sometimes it feels like, when I have my eyes closed I can somehow travel to a dream where I don't feel shitty or useless or unloved constantly. And then I wake up and you are missing and I'm back to that crappy reality where I can only feel like shit." Your confession squeezed his chest so hard, the exhausted brit felt tears gathering on his eyes.

"No longer." Price promised.

"No longer." You echoed mimicking his manly voice breaking the soft moment causing John to giggle like a kid at your clownery. Such a funny and strange sound coming from him, but at the same time so fitting with that sweet stupid smile he was gracing you with.

"Fuck, you are beautiful." He said.

"I love you." You replied.

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[aliceisathome]

Was busy over the weekend so am only now catching up with My Stand In. Honestly, why do people make me be sociable? I'd much rather stay in and watch BLs ffs.

So... JOE wtf are you doing? Wut has offered help and nope, you're going to take the job as Tong's stunt man because you're too proud to accept his offer. Grr. You are your own worst enemy (not that we didn't know this already).

The bar scene was so tense - when the guy, the almost stand in for Ming wearing the same jacket, approached Joe my shoulders were up around my ears. Up is so good at looking completely contemptuous btw - if anyone ever looked at me like that I would just shrivel and die.

Jim, your 'Khun Ming doesn't drink' line would be a lot more convincing if we hadn't just seen him sippng from a glass of booze. Just saying. And I can't believe you (literally) ran away and left Joe to his fate with your drunk boss. Tut. When do we get to see Mike again? I've missed Inntouch's little face - the new haircut suits him.

I gasped when Joe nearly smashed the couple mugs.

Why did you turn down all the help from nice people Joe? First Wut now Sol Is it because, despite everything, you still want Ming? (hint: yes) And so Ming wants Joe to be a stand in for himself but Joe thinks he wants a stand in for Tong (again). And next week Ming will discover that it wasn't Tong's back at all so he was always a stand in for Joe. Gah.

The layers are layering.

I can't WAIT to see Ming lose it when he finds out the back he fell for was Joe's all along. His meltdown will be epic and I am here for it. But the thing I want the most (other than his utter humiliation and loss of all he holds dear naturally) is Tong's reaction when Ming discards him. This is a man who's been stringing Ming along for years. YEARS. He drops crumbs, is jealous when Ming pays attention to anyone else etc so what is his reaction to Ming coming to his senses and pulling away from his manipulative arse going to be?

Actually Tong reminds me of Ter from Wandee Goodday - also Wal from My Dear Gangster Oppa and the 'friend' in Roommates of Poonduck 304. They're all characters who absolutely know the MC is in love with them. They accept EVERYTHING that the poor man offers and uses them, stringing them along purely for either what they can get materially or for an ego boost. Or both. I loathe this type of character. LOATHE. I want to see these emotionally manipulative bastards get their comeuppance* </rant over>

Roll on next week. Can't wait! And now I have to cleanse my palate with Saturday's Wandee Goodday

*Roommates is a great little series with some seriously good chemistry and the cafe scene where Jae Yun finally discovers that he's been used for all those years is gutting.

[bengiyo]

Only Friends Ep 10 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Sand and Nick did the reasonable thing of taking a loser camping trip and trying to see if they were romantically compatible. After giggling at their lack of chemistry, they cuddled until Ray ruined it! Ray was finally rejected by Mew, was kinda gross about it, and then drove two hours to Sand. Nick let them have the camper and went home. Sand and Ray talked and Sand tried to set a boundary, but they ended up fucking anyway. Top impressed Mew's moms since they didn't think Mew was doing too well. Nick apologized to Boston and tried to move on with his boss. Boston was accosted by Atom and generally just not having a great time. We left at Mew deciding to reconcile with Top after going on an apology tour to everyone except Boston and ending things with Ray, before running into Boeing outside of Top's apartment.

"Redemption"

"You're my top priority." Great pun, translator.

Ray is in deep with alcohol if his hands are shaking without it.

Oh no. Boeing is going to cause problems on purpose.

At work, Dan? Come on, man.

First and Khao look so good in this outdoor scene by the car.

Atom is lying. This is gross. I'm actually getting so mad.

This whole scene with the group turning on Boston is so upsetting. He's promiscuous, but he has been the victim of blackmailing in recent memory and not the perpetrator.

Mew and Top with these games, I swear. It was fun to see Top get pushed into a pool.

Well, I can appreciate Ray not actually forcing Sand to confront his dad.

I don't think Mew likes that Boeing might be smarter than him.

Interesting, Boston arrives to talk to Nick right after Nick confirms his interest in Dan.

Okay, I like Boston using a photo of Nick on his phone and a subtextual conversation to approach Nick again.

I really hope Ray gets help in this program.

Boeing is causing problems on purpose!

Well, Ray is drinking again, and now he knows his dad hired Sand to look after him.

Ray is so quick to call Sand a whore.

Classic: a First character is crying about a problem he caused.

Oh, baby boy. Please don't throw glass all over the place.

Drama in the wakeboard showers redux.

This Nick and Boston scene is incredible. Love the nasty4nasty boys recognizing something unique between them.

Of course Sand was there to return the money, but now I'm even more annoyed about him throwing his own product away.

Lot of Khaotung crying this episode. I hope he actually says this to Sand later.

Boeing is going after Sand next week? He's so busy!

I hate Atom so much. Reminder that Gay Panic Defense is still legal in most US states. I know Boston has done some pretty fucked up things this season, but I am so mad at Atom. I get why his friends wouldn't believe him and why Cheum feels the need to protect her brother. Still, Atom is awful and I will not be splitting hairs about him.

It's been an interesting episode of seeing all of the couples getting back together but with some big issues. Mew wants to get back with Top, but Boeing is confusing the issue. Ray wants to get back with Sand, but his alcoholism gets in the way. Boston wants to get back with Nick, but his destructive tendencies get in the way, and now Nick has a competing suitor.

[amevello-blue]

Now that we're entering into 2024, I'm asking some artists and writers that I follow:

1) What is the one piece you're most proud of from this past year?

2) What are some pieces that you would have liked more people to see? If you can include links, I'd love to go check them out!

3) What were your top three favorite pieces (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

(As always, no pressure to respond! Feel free to just ignore, or let me know if you'd rather I not send you these kinds of asks in the future.)

OOH OKAY UH

Ghost in the Shell! Probably obvious. I'm very proud of it, though. It's been a lot of work and I'm really excited to start posting Part 2.

Mystic Forest is always one that I want people to check out. The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 is another that I really love!

Oh gosh. Uh!! 2 Arms Left by @intotheelliwoods has changed my brain chemistry permanently. The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin by @melonpalooza has also done this to me. Not Quite Kintsugi, but Close by @tervaneula is a comfort fic I like to read, the amount of cozy in it is SO good. The Eldest Brother by @debb987 has shaken me, and the AU of TEB, A Different Eldest Brother, by @alicat54cwriting I'm still not over. I am completely feral about Dannie. I'm literally writing a character analysis essay about him. Also Empathy is Learned by the same author, I love the turtles being feral little creatures... Little Scraps of Wisdom by @spectralsleuth is another comfort fic <3 (This is way more than three but 🤷I love fics what can ya do.) I'm thinking of more but I need to stop this is getting so long hgkdjfhg

I should've probably included the art pieces I really loved too but they are.... significantly harder to find hgkdjgf