#him and jacob are my favourite men ever

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🔞Down bad | Arthur hill

[You're the hometown bestie of George Clarke, you're visiting him for a week before he heads off on holiday you've met his roommate Arthur multiple times and you get along fine, you end up going on a night out with the boys not long after you arrive, the night progresses and you see a different side to Arthur, a touch of jealousy washes over him seeing you speak ti other people in the club, but why?]

You arrive a King's Cross station as you make your way through the bustling crowd of the London population making your way to the exit, you spot a familiar face at the end of the platform, it's George with a bunch of flowers in clutch. "Aw aren't you nice sometimes Geo" you smile as you give him a hug "there would be something wrong if I didn't meet you with your favourite flowers" he smiles as he hands them to you, taking your suitcase in an exchange. You make your way to the Uber and head to George's flat. You make small talk with George on the way and catch up about each other. You get to his flat and make your way inside, whilst George wheels your suitcase to his bedroom, you find a vase out of the cupboard to place your flowers in.

"Arthur's out but we're gonna head into Camden later with Chris and Tv if you wanna come?" George says as he emerges from his bedroom, "sure why not, it's a good job I fetched some going out clothes" you look yourself up and down gesturing towards the hoodie and joggers you had on, letting out a small laugh. The time was about 6pm and George let you know you were heading out at 8pm, so you made a start on getting ready, your hair was already in loose curls from the blowout you did this morning so it was just a case of topping up your makeup. You apply a small layer of foundation, put some brow gel through your eyebrows, added a pop of bronzer and some lip gloss, you already had lash extensions so didn't need to add anything there. You throw on a black mini dress and heels (below) and make your way to the living room to find George, he opted for a white shirt and flannel tee to over dress it (below)

You emerge from the bathroom after getting ready and George's jaw drops at the sight of you, doing hand gestures in a heart motion and he was in a cartoon, "stop it you moron" you laugh as you playfully nudge his shoulder, collecting the drink George has made for you as a pre, vodka coke. "Thanks for the voddy peen, sugar" you laugh as you toast the glass to him, "when will I ever live that down" he shakes his head "never" you reply sending a wink to him, you finish your drinks and head to the bar to meet Chris, Tv and Hill. You don't normally go out with the boys because George doesn't appreciate the eyes from random men over you, basically being like his sister, you make your way into "sunset bar" as you order the drinks whilst George greets the boys, "two pints of madri please" you order as you scan the bar, you notice Arthur (hill) looking at your from afar, you wave at him and smile, he returns the gesture. You pay for the drinks and make your way over to the table, handing George his pint.

"I see who wears the trousers in your relationship" Chris chuckles "sorry who said that? Did you fall off your booster seat I can't see you?" Chris' face drops as you laugh into your pint, he kicks you underneath the table as the boys laugh in unison at your joke. The night progresses as you're all starting to get a little tipsy, you opt for a little boogie on the dance floor, you all get up and start dancing to "Saturday night" by whigfield, taking you and George back to your younger days. George heads to the bar to order another drink, you carry on dancing as a man approaches you

"Hi, pretty" he says slightly slurred "hi, how are you?" You ask "I'm good now I'm speaking to you" he chuckles, you smile "is that right?" You retort "definitely, what's your name?" He asks "my names y/n, you?" "Jacob" he replies "that's a lovely name" he adds "thanks, yours is lovely too" you smile back at him "do you live around here" he asks "no I'm visiting friends at the minute, I'm from Bristol" as you carry on the conversation, you feel a burning sensation in the back of your head, like eyes were watching, you look up to see Arthur studying the guy next to you with an envious look on his face, the guy puts his number in your phone and he walks away. George returns just as he leaves "who was that?" George asks confused as he hands you a pornstar martini "just a guy asking for my number that's all, why jealous?" You laugh taking a sip of your cocktail, no George wasn't. But someone definitely was as Arthur walks away in a huff. The boys pick up on it and Chris follows him outside.

30 minutes have passed and Arthur still hasn't returned back inside, you let George know you're going to check on him and make your way outside. "Oh here she is" Arthur scoffs as you walk out, you look at him confused "me?" You carry on walking towards him and Chris "y/n just ignore whatever he says he's had too much" Chris sighs as he leaves you two to talk, rubbing you on the shoulder. "See! Even he wants you!" Arthur hisses as Chris shakes his head you sit next to him and pop your drink on the table. "What's wrong Arthur? Have I done something?" You ask confused "nothings wrong" he mutters "clearly there is if you've just made a point that Chris wants me" you cock your head to the side and lift his chin up "tell me artie" he looks up at you and sighs. "I just can't stand seeing anyone else with you y/n" he looks at you with watery eyes, his words take you a back "what are you saying Arthur?" You furrow your brows "I think I-I'm in love with you" his shoulders seem to relax at the release of those words, like he'd been holding them in for a lifetime. "How long have you felt this way artie" you reply placing a hand on his as you gently squeeze it " a while, I don't know why, you're way too good for me anyway" he slips his hand away from yours as he leans into the seat, little did he know you did feel the same for Arthur and you didn't want to mention anything because of George.

"Arthur I'm not, I have feelings for you too" you look at him with doe eyes, his eyes widen and he emerges from the chair "you do?" He asks with a glimmer of hope in his tone "I do but I don't know how we'd break this to George if anything happened" you say disheartened, just as you say that George emerges out the club "everything okay?" He says looking at you, "yes Geo just fine, Arthur's just had a little much and needed some air that's all, I'm going to take him home" you say helping Arthur out of the chair "are you sure I can take him" George holds his hand out "it's fine geo don't worry, I'm a little tired from travelling anyway, we can do this again tomorrow, if you're not a lightweight" you nudge his as you wrap one of Arthur's arms around your neck for extra balance. You wave goodbye to Chris and tv, hoping Chris doesn't tell George how Arthur has acted and make your way to the Uber you booked. Arthur sobers up a little on the way home as you arrive at the flat, you both walk in and you kick your heels off and hang the flat key up.

You look at Arthur as he takes his shoes off, you don't wanna hide the feelings anymore. You walk over to his and lift his chin up once again, planting a soft but passionate kiss on his lips, he doesn't pull back but instead engages with your motions, your lips interlock as the develop into a fiery kiss. Arthur's hands snake their way around your waist as you run your fingers through his hair, Arthur pulls away to look at you "what are we doing?" He asks "what we've both wanted to do since we first met, we can worry about George tomorrow" you hold out your hand and lead Arthur to his bedroom. You close the door shut and interlock your lips again, you look at Arthur with menace in your eyes as you pull away and lower yourself to the ground. Placing the tips of your fingers onto the buckle of his belt "are you sure?" You ask him as you look up at him "I've never been more sure in my life" he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, you unbuckle his belt and lower his boxers, revealing his hard cock, you bite your lip as you form a ball of spit in your mouth slowly releasing it onto the tip of his shaft, Arthur bites his lip as you start to circle your tongue around the tip, spreading the saliva around "fuck" he groans as he forms your hair into a ponytail, you waste no time and take Arthur's length fully into your mouth catching him off guard, his head jolts back as he starts to motion your head with your ponytail, feeling Arthur at the back of your mouth with no struggle revealed your no gag reflex "oh fuck you look so pretty doing that" he groans, your motions become sloppier as the saliva drips from your mouth. You show no signs of giving up until Arthur releases in your mouth, you suction harder as you tease the end of his tip. Arthur struggles to hold on any longer "fuck y/n I'm so close" your eyes widen at his words as you pick up the pace, sending him into overdrive his head jolts back once more as you feel his release enter your mouth "holy fuck!" He bellows as you swallow his cum, you wipe your mouth as you emerge from your knees, red from the carpet. Arthur looks at you out of breath in a sweaty mess "your turn" he bites his lip as he pushes you onto his bed

Arthur hovers over the the top of you as he plants kisses on your neck, trying to be subtle to leave no marks as he etches his teeth into your collarbone sending shivers down your spine as you let out a soft moan "fuck you're so hot" he mutters looking up at you as he slowly moves his way to your hips, he lifts your dress up slightly as he bites your thong with his teeth, peeling it off you revealing your wet pussy, Arthur bites his lip as the sight of you, you cock your head back as butterflies swarm your stomach "are you sure" Arthur asks looking at you "I want you to fuck me arthur" you whine as smirk appears on his face he lifts your legs up around his neck as he places a thumb onto your entrance, rubbing in figure 8 motions, your toes curl at the feeling "you're so wet for me already" he grins as he starts to tease you with his tip, motioning up and down your entrance making you let out soft groans, just then Arthur inserts his length into you with now hesitation causing your jaw to drop and head to swill back "oh fuck" you whine as Arthur thrusts into you, the jealousy spilling out of him with each one "moan my name baby girl" he says with a menacing look on his face "faster Arthur, don't stop!" You feed into his demands as his grip becomes tight on your legs, your legs start to feel like jelly after each thrust signalling your climax was close, Arthur feels you tighten around him as he picks up the pace, your head stirring as you reach your limit "fuck Arthur!" You screech as you climax as Arthur slowly pulls out,your juices glistening on his cock "fuck y/n you're amazing" he says panting.

You emerge from his bed and clean yourself up as you pop on your dress before George arrives home. "That was amazing" you say, "yeah it was" Arthur smiles as he walks over to you, planting a kiss on your lips, you scurry into George's room and wipe your makeup off and throw on one of his shirts. You wink at Arthur as you get into bed, just then the key turns in the door and George returns home.

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[fnich-enthusiast]

Let's talk Olympics AU Javid because they are my FAVOURITE

It's 2016, Davey's attending his 3rd Olympics in Rio, Jack is attending his first

At this point Davey's an accomplished olympic diver, having won silver for men's 10m and bronze for mixed synchro (3m springboard) at London 2012. He's v much the US diving golden boy, and makes the decision to come out publicly in Rio by pinning a pride flag to his opening ceremony outfit, so while the games are happening he's facing a media storm and is under Intense scrutiny from the media, both from left wing media making him a gay icon and right wing media deciding he's a national embarrassment.

Meanwhile, it's Jack's first olympics. At this point he knows that he's bi but has pretty much made up his mind that he's only going to act on his attraction to women and be, in his mind "functionally straight." Dude's on a rugby team, he's going through it lol.

They meet at the opening ceremony where they're both shitting bricks for different reasons and Jack notices Davey's pin and v quietly tells Davey that he likes it.

Davey takes one look at this bi disaster and goes ok cool so he's deeply closeted

Throughout the games they get closer, but Davey also very consciously keeps them hanging out in public spaces super platonically because he's waking up every day to more invasive and homophobic headlines and messages and comments and he doesn't want Jack to get caught up in the crossfire. Him and Sarah both have to switch comments off on their instagram, and their parents and Les have to go private and remove all identifying information from theirs, it's not good

Meanwhile Jack's reconsidering his "only women" rule

Davey and Sarah win silver at the mixed event, Sarah posts about how proud she is of her brother for competing under the pressure of the media storm, and US diving finally acknowledges everything by reposting her, including the #lovewins caption

I think it's this that gives Jack the courage to come out to Davey, it's not his sport but a US sporting body has officially come out in support of Davey (even if subtly). He tells Davey how he's in awe of how strong he's been in the face of everything and how he doesn't even seem scared, and Davey confides in him how Terrified he's been the entire games. It's very obvious to Davey that Jack has a thing for him, and that it's reciprocated, but he doesn't say anything about it because honestly, Jack needs time

In the absolute cuntiest move ever, Davey wins gold in the men's individual 10m, and captions it one of the homophobic headlines.

I can just see Davey pulling a Simone Biles level petty post with him biting both a silver and gold medal captioned something like "David Jacobs' woke agenda is an embarrassment to Team USA"

Jack is so deeply in love lol

It's after Jack's team loses in the quarterfinals that he decides that he just absolutely needs to tell Davey he likes him because girls would be easier but he Cannot lose Davey. They both live in NYC so decide to try but date in secret because Jack's not ready to come out yet, and Davey's not ready for more media attention

By Tokyo 2020 (or 2021 really lol) it's a pretty open secret that they're together. Davey gets more attention than Jack bc lbr some random American rugby sevens players would not be dealing with too much media attention outside of the olympics but Davey is like the American Tom Daley. Jack becomes the captain of the men's sevens team and makes it clear to management from the get go that he's dating a man and will be joining a team supportive of that or he won't play at all. They've not made a statement about being together by the start of the games, but they are openly going to each other's events wearing customised tshirts and stuff so it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that they're very in love

Jack once again doesn't medal, but Davey medals in both men's individual 10m (silver) and mixed 3m springboard (gold). They make their official "statement" after the games, which is really just a video Jack takes of Davey adding his medals to his display case when they get home which Jack captions something along the lines of "the only reason I haven't medaled yet is that my boyfriend's hogging all the space in the display case"

They get married in 2022 and go into the 2024 and are So Openly each other's biggest fan. Jack's team wins a silver medal and the cameras cut from the team celebrations to Davey openly ugly crying in the stands and making little heart hands at Jack. Jack posts a photo with some cheesy caption like “only the second best thing I’ve won at the Olympics <3” and Davey gets to go from a scared kid being ruthlessly attacked for being gay to posting a photo of himself kissing his husband in front of the Olympic rings

I love them your honour

OG post and bestie credits here

[shiurkoma]

Seeing how the bible doesn't usually make brawns a positive trait ( jacob vs esau, Samson, david vs the rest of his brothers etc.), we can somewhat conjecture that "beautiful men" in the bible isn't necessarily masculine, at least when compared to the standards in modern west.

Even the renaissance depictions of them are too buff in my opinion. They are too influenced by greek aesthetics, and greeks love their men beefy.

So there you have it, twink bible characters. Sorted them (very loosely) based on my own interpretation.

In my bible lessons i learnt that noah doesn't particularly like humans (he agreed to kill everyone all too happily and didn't try to bargain like abraham), so i made him smile. Its the moment god tells him he is going to destroy humanity.

Moses is my favourite flavor of twink because ARE YOU KIDDING ME HE IS WEARING A MASK THAT IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING IN ANY CHARACTER DESIGN EVER But really i think all of them turned out nice and I can't pick a favourite (maybe its joseph after all, not the most well drawn but he looks at you like he's looking at a piece of garbage how precious is that).

Translation of the chart probably not accurate since im not Japanese nor adept in their yaoi terms

[winterzsurprise]

Unholy || Karl Jacobs

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x fem! Reader

Summary: To be a priest meant your loyalty shall rest with the lord and Karl would be a lying if he said he wouldn't want to lie with you instead.

Words: 6.4k

Tags: Overstimulation, priest! Karl, switch!Karl (he whines and comes first does that count?), porn without plot, rough sex, floor sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, priest kink, religious kink (i guess), cursing, dirty talk, name calling.

This is a fucking mess because I forced this one during my biggest writer's block but HEY ITS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED AFTER MONTHS. I'll go fix the mess later on, I am ready to pass out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. I would like to hear what I should change and what not :DD

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The nights where the wind howled against the corners of the church are always the most insufferable nights, Karl observed. 

It’s always when drunken men or sobbing women approach the building with their sins sitting at the edge of their tongue, ready to spew their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the thin plywood wall.

It's amazing how confident they are in confessing their sins just because their faces are obstructed from his vision.

It was always their disloyalty, either a far-away admiration situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms and another room. It’s something Karl could never fathom how it happens. 

They marry one another in front of the lord with pledges of love and protection then seek a different tongue in a few years.

Not that he could say much in the matter as he has never experienced such a thing, otherwise he’d be excommunicated.

But one thing’s for sure, his heart, although holds no one else but the lord in the heavens, still beats and skips in his chest every once and a while, either for his favourite food on the table or at the sight of you.

Karl barely knows anything about you, other than your frequent visits to the church to help the nuns with the garden and looking over the children at the orphanage and the fact that you just moved into the small town of Kinoko.

It was amazing how despite knowing so little about you, his heart still stuttered in its cage whenever you greeted him with a wide smile, waving so sweetly, he thought you could make a miss universe cry with how graceful and attention grabbing you are without effort 

It’s a simple connection between a priest and a citizen yet he swears whenever you sway your hips whenever you pass by him or move away your hair to show him your neck, you were offering yourself to him.

Your vanilla scent tantalises him, taunting his bound hands to break free and swallow you whole. He had never thought how a sweet scent could elicit such an emotion until then.

Karl can’t even remember the last night he had where he had to fight of his desires apparent by the uncomfortable tent in his pants, nor can he recall the moments where his head steers clear of its imaginative state that’s mostly composed of him snapping and bending you on the nearest elevated surface to see your face crumple into an expression of pure pleasure.

As much as he imagined taking you gently in your bed like the gentleman he appeared to be, there’s an insatiable beast in the prowl who'd love nothing but eat you through and through leaving nothing, not even a piece of your bone, until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue in his waking and resting state.

It was a morbid thought a person like him shouldn’t have but his feelings are far tamer than what his mind lets on, still they remind him of the sinner he once was.

A man who lust over someone, whose hands became more tainted and occupied with every day passing with her growing closer to him.

He's no different from the others he swore to never turn into, the only difference was the cassock he wears, a sign of his affiliation with a religion while the others wore casual clothes.

Would you run if you ever saw the foul, revolting scenes his mind conjured for him at the deepest of nights when sleep felt like a tedious task and your smile taunting his very being?

Today was unfortunately one of those nights he dreaded yet welcomed so warmly like a friend, the stings of the chilly night on his cheeks is the only thing grounding him. The silence in the chapel is torturous, enough to make him wish for the usual boring confessions from the town folks.

Until the double doors creaked open and came calmed footsteps approaching the booth, it sounded nervous and jittery, making him wonder if this person's confession is more than adultery or lying.

Karl couldn't help but be hopeful that it'll be a different topic tonight.

He still wouldn't mind Susan telling him of her recent adventures with her neighbour's husband or John sluggishly recalling his latest fuck after work when his wife is worried sick for him at home.

It's not like he could even interfere with their lives. The last thing Karl wanted is being incorporated into a drama.

Upon hearing the person take a seat, he starts. "Good evening, what brought you to this seat, my child?"

There was a beat of hesitance that hung between them, heavy and tense, like the weight of this person’s sin on their shoulder. Maybe this night will truly be different. 

"Father, I have sinned."

Karl's heart fluttered in his chest, cheeks heating upon realising who the person sat on the other side. What kind of atrocity have you done? Maybe this secret of yours might repel him, straighten him up, wake him up from his daze.

He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "How so? Tell me so I can pray your sins away."

There was a long pause that followed, Karl thought you fluttered away in your nervousness but soon, you spoke once more.

"I lust for someone and I don't know how to act upon it..."

Never have his heart fall to his feet faster than when he heard your whisper, an angry blob rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind, his stomach churning uncomfortably as his mind raced with thoughts of inquiring you more about this intense affection you feel for someone.

Just the thought of this someone he doesn’t know lingering in your mind, making your heart race… His blood boiled vehemently in his core, lighting up a faint pain in his chest as they circulated around his body.

The stretched stagnant silence between them was broken by your sigh as you continued your tale, Karl couldn’t be more thankful that you did, fearing the words that might escape his mouth will scare you off for good.

“I’ve only been in Kinoko for two months now but never have I ever fallen for someone as fast as I did for him.”

Your voice trembled, not only in nervousness but also a hint of shyness, the same tone when people are sheepish and blushing when they introduce their crush to a friend. His jaw clenched, his fists turning white and his nails digging straight into his skin, itching to drive itself to the nearest solid item near him but he knew he had to keep his composure.

He can’t be acting like a child who didn’t get the toy he asked his parents for.

“So not only do you lust for him but also love him?”

“I-I do, father.”

He was prepared to hear your admission but to hear it straight from you, his heart crumbles to his feet, eyes welling up with tears and blurring his vision. Fate is truly cruel to those who're believed to be showered with blessings. Karl tilts up his head, he still has a confession to hear.

Is there really no chance he could ever be yours? 

Yes, a whisper at the back of his head said. It was already hopeless to think he had a chance in the first place.

He knew well enough how tight the rosary had bounded his hands, of course he never stood a chance. You know his boundaries more than he does at this point, his logic blurring whenever he sees you pass by, a passing breeze with your scent is enough to render him heedless.

At his heavy sigh, you called, anxious. “Father?”

“What a naughty girl you are. Lusting for someone who’s not your husband... What would the lord think of you now?”

He has no idea what compelled him to say such a thing with a seductive voice. He should give up already the logical part of him knew that but the other part of him urged him to continue, to hold onto the thinnest thread of hope that maybe this man you’re raving about is him.

It was delusional but can you really blame a man in love?

“H-he already thinks of me sinful for wishing to him every night… for someone to bend me over and fuck me rough like I’m nothing but a toy.”

A delicious shiver slithered down his spine at your words, urging blood to up to heat his cheeks and down between his thighs. He groaned softly, your soft voice matched with vulgar words sending pleasurable jolts down to his length.

You sounded so sultry, a succubus disguised as an angel descending to break him. It was dangerous to listen to you but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice holds the promise of a heated night lulling him closer to your arms.

“Tell me, do you ever touch yourself for him? Wishing it was his fingers and dick inside you?”

You responded with a soft groan, it was miniscule yet he almost bolted from his seat to cross the very boundary he was adamant to keep.

“Yes father. Every night I dream of him making me cum over and over again, not stopping even when I tap out.”

“What a mouth you have there. How bold of you to ask God himself for a good fuck and talk dirty to a priest."

Stop, the logical part of him whispered, he was crossing the boundaries placed between the light and the dark. But his heart that thudded harder in his chest and his cock that stirred in his trousers fogged his mind.

He’s too far gone to even try and leave.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

There was a challenging tone in your voice, condemning him to his fall from heaven and into the hell of your own making.

The string of constraint snaps and he’s on his feet. Karl walks out of the booth and into the other side, throwing the curtain open to see you look up at him with wide eyes, surprised and eager but he could see the glint of mischief in them.

There’s a lot of things that raged in his mind, actions he could do with you at his mercy. But instead, he sighed, mind clearing a bit as he straightened up.

“Step out of the booth and kneel in front of the cross to pray, I will baptise you once you show remorse to the lord."

He watched intently as you stood up with shaky legs, approaching the wooden podium noiselessly, the silence growing intensity with every footsteps taken. 

It was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

This is crazy, this is crazy. His thoughts bounced around his mind but he could care less, he started this and he will see through it all.

The stained glass windows casting a shadow over the figurine nailed on the cross, sculpted face tilted down, its expression ever firm yet it looked like iy was frowning at him for a split second.

It was spine chilling how it felt like its eyes were made to glower at him with disgust, judging his very being at where he stood. Karl's guts twisted at the thought, fear rising up to his throat only to dispese the moment you kneeled onto the red carpet, waiting for the priest to arrive and deliver his blessing, waiting for no one but him.

Your prayer left your lips in hushed whispers with both hands cupping each other close to your mouth. With the moon beaming down onto you, highlighting your figure underneath the oversized button up you wore. It was unfair how his desire showed no intention of stopping while you remained calm kneeling in front of the god’s hanging figurine.

The church gate closed and the lock echoed with a loud metallic clang and you shivered noticeably. Karl had to lock the main gate, nobody could enter the premises without his permission and no one could interrupt his moment with you. 

Heaven knows he'd run away if anyone were to ruin the already fragile mood.

"Father?"

"Can't have anyone entering such a holy space during a cleansing, you wouldn't want anyone to see how much of a bad girl you are, do you?"

Karl has never been as nervous as he is now. Not even when he moved out of his parents' house nor when he rose to stand in front of the masses for the first time as a priest. 

Yet there he was… A pin-drop interruption away from cowering in a corner. Both sides of himself are stuck in an on-going tug of war between his human desires and his god-fearing heart screaming at him.

Even every step he takes towards the front where you kneel and shiver with his approaching footsteps felt like he was striding towards his death.

His eyes wandered back to the divine sculpture pinned between mismatched panes of colored glasses. Karl's chest tightened before he averted his gaze in favor of paying attention to you.

God wanted his children to live happily and this is one of the things that'll give Karl joy, surely the divine and benevolent God could grant him this one sin.

But seeing the delectable tremble that shook your body after his words, his human desires pushed further front. He wanted to see your reaction, ached for a glimpse of how your cheeks flushed dark in his presence when he crouched in front of you, hand reaching up to pinch your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

There was something addicting with the way you easily surrendered control to him with so much trust made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of you obediently kneeling with hands splayed on your thighs and staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with desire. A hunger he has grown unnaturally familiar with, befriended it even.

He couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes will retain its warmth and crave for his touch if you ever caught a glimpse of his mind whenever he thought about you.

"Before we start, tell me now if you want to back out, princess."

The rosary hanging from his neck scorched his skin, their round beads digging into his skin like an apparent annoyance. The accessory weighed heavier than any other day when he took it off and held it in his hand, a reminder of his duty as a priest who has made the pledge of Chastity, the same promise he’s about to break for you.

But if a ‘no’ ever escapes your lips, no matter how loud or hushed it is, he’ll be willing to stop in his tracks and move districts. 

He couldn’t bear the thoughts of you looking at him with disgusted eyes.

“Darling?”

You let out a shaky exhale. “Yes,  Father Jacobs.”

He grinned. “Good girl, now start praying.”

Karl watched as your eyes grew comically wide in shock, cheeks burning in humiliation as you fell to your chest, no doubt ashamed of assuming differently of his words. He held back the urge to laugh, no matter the setting, you never fail to be adorable.

But those worries dissipated once his large hand took yours with urgency and pressed the rosary into your hold.

Of all the hands he’s seen having the accessory hang from during the Sunday masses, he could confidently say that yours is the greatest of all. He wondered how your wrists looked when tied tightly with it.

“You only stop if I tell you to, alright? If you disobey, there will be consequences.”

With a nod, you started muttering your prayers and he went ahead to claim the lone bottle on the counter a few strides away.

"I'll start the baptising now."

But instead of going through the whole ordeal of sprinkling bits of the liquid on you like a proper priest would, he uncapped the bottle and poured its contents on you.

The water is truly holy, he thought as he stared at the sight of you in wet clothing.

You only gasped as the liquid drenched your shirt, sticking into your skin and revealing the bold red lacy bra you wore. The colour complimenting your skin so perfectly it hurts, it pains him that he's not seeing it properly.

"My apologies, the bottle broke. That shirt must be uncomfortable, we can proceed without it."

He went around you with hands cupping your shoulders as he kneeled, giving it a comforting squeeze before he reached around to undo two buttons. Your breath hitched when the collar loosened, he knew deep within that it was from the excitement and arousal yet he couldn’t help but be worried.

Karl would rather die and never see you again than be hated by you after using his power as a priest to force you into agreeing to this.

"Hey, are you sure you want this?"

When you nodded, he poured all the contents of the bottle onto your head, unsatisfied by your response. The fabric is practically translucent against your skin, what a sight you are to behold.

You gasped as the chilly temperature encouraged goosebumps on your skin but he could care less, he needed to hear you say it.

"Words princess. I need to hear them."

"Yes, Father Jacobs."

"Good girl." His words elicited a shiver from you as his hands made quick work of your shirt, shedding it off and tossing it somewhere in front.

The new uncharted skin revealed to him made his breath hitch, feverish and unmarked beneath his fingers, the goosebumps he felt under his touch sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, warmth exploding in his chest at your sigh. Such a perfect little darling for him.

Karl listened to your breathing as he lightly nibbled on your skin, careful not to leave a long lasting mark before drifting down to a more inconspicuous area to suck on. 

As much as he wanted Kinoko to know you've been fucked thoroughly tonight, he wasn't sure you'd like the idea like he does.

“Wearing such a promiscuous bra at a church, did you ever plan on repenting for your sins? Or were you hoping that someone would take you home and fuck you like the slut you are?”

“No sir, it's only for your eyes, Father Jacobs.”

He chuckled, pleased. “If it's a present for me, then shouldn’t I unwrap it?”

His pecks turned into open mouthed kisses and soon, he was laving the skin hiding your rapid heartbeat with his tongue. Every sigh you emit sends pleasurable jolts downward and further hardening his length, your every soft moan of his name frying his nerve endings alight, the feelings are intoxicating.

Your sweet, honeyed scent is addicting as it surrounds him and like the addict he is, he drowned in them, letting your perfume momentarily overpower his lust.

even then, he noticed the silence—save for your moans— in the room and swatted your thigh.

"I'm not hearing your prayers missy, don't think I've forgotten that."

If you continued, he didn't even realise. His focus zoned on the feeling of lace under his touch as he touched the hem before unclasping your bra and disposing them somewhere behind him, hands surged to your mounds, grabbing a handful and squeezing it gently. Hard nubs poking his palm, screaming for his attention, urging him to pinch them.

You’re so soft and pliant underneath his touch, surrendering and trusting him with your vulnerability and boy, does it feel good.

He felt like a high schooler who just saw boobs for the first time in his life, a teenager about to cream his pants at the sight of a topless woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if he explodes before even entering you.

"So pretty for me."

As his hands massaged both mounds gingerly in his hold and you sighed, nails digging into your skin as he pulled them before pushing back up to relieve the stings his fingers left. 

His fingers soon found your nipples and pinched them between two digits, sending ripples of pleasure in your system as he tugged on them before rolling the hard nubs in different directions.

But you needed more and he knows that from the way you crossed your thighs to close around nothing, attempting to relieve the burn in your inner core, the intense ache between them. Karl watched as your cheeks crudely flushed before he parted you open with his legs wedging in between them.

His long hands trailed down your legs teasingly, dropping to your inner thighs before they caress you up to your knees. 

"Father Jacobs, please."

His hands paused at your thighs. "What is it?"

"Touch me please..."

"But I am touching you." His hands dug into your flesh before grabbing onto them with an iron grip, the sting only igniting your core further.

"You know what I mean.."

"I don't, princess. Tell me what do you want?"

Arousal burned your cheeks a deeper red as you desperately grabbed his hand on your inner thigh and dragged them to your itching heat, body trembling when he cupped over your sex. 

Karl felt light as you pushed his fingers down on your prominent nub, moaning as you manoeuvre them to circle it, he could feel the fabric grow wetter with every touch and he almost passed out.

The heat radiating off of your clothed folds is enough to drive him crazy, he couldn’t even imagine how he’d react once he breaches your underwear and touches your arousal, revelling in them.

He could feel the burning phantom stare above him, shame curling around his heart as he stared down at your slowly writhing hips. Karl wasn't emotionally affected by his dirty talk earlier but now that he's touching your clit through your panties, the guilt weighing heavily on his heart almost made him run but your voice pulled him down, grounding him 

"Touch me here, father."

The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Asking to be finger fucked in front of the lord, aren't you a kinky little slut?"

You nodded feverishly, groaning as you pushed his hand down, mewling at the pressure applied to your clit. The fabric was absolutely drenched in your wetness and Karl almost blacked out.

He didn’t need to hear your words next, his hand pulling the cloth to one side before the other slid down into your folds, brushing over your clenching hole and rising up to press onto your clit. You moaned, hips following the slow swirl of his finger.

Karl wondered what he could do to you, there’s a lot of possibilities and he’s lightheaded at the thought of them. 

He could have you trembling from pleasure upon pleasure here on the floor but he could also treat you properly and calmly guide you to your climax. Karl wondered what could satisfy a minx like you.

“Karl please…”

Of course this isn't enough. He slipped two fingers in and you let out a strangled moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion, back arching when he curled his digit to reach up to the spongy spot continuously that got your hips rising from the floor.

You moaned and panted so sweetly in his ears, hands gripping onto his sleeves as he plunged his two fingers in and out of your cunt at a growing frequency.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His hand picked up a pace and you mewled, head falling back to his shoulder as your hips rose to meet his thrusts. The wet squelch bouncing off the walls with every thrust of his finger made your cheeks burn from embarrassment but they only goaded him on. 

The apparent burning phantom stare now numb to him as he opened your thighs further for his gaze.

Karl felt light at the feeling of your walls clamping around his hand greedily, sucking him in yet also pushing him out, it was maddening. His length ached behind the confines of his pants, desiring nothing but to plunge himself into your heat and die a happy man.

“My little princess is so drenched for me.” He slid another digit into your folds, smoothly joining the already inserted fingers in its increasing pace and you fluttered. “Don't you have any shame for spreading your legs in front of God?”

A slick slap tore a yelp from your throat, the sting lighting your skin aflame before his fingers plunged itself again into your hole with a renewed vigour, the new pace got your knees flinching to close but his legs wedging between them prevented it from shutting and instead opened it further.

You cursed under your breath, hands rising up to massage your breasts, pulling on your nipples as you moaned like a crazy woman in his arms.

Karl watched with bated breath as his hands retracted and reentered your cunt, throat tightening as your walls clamped onto his curling fingers with an iron grip. You were crumbling in his arms and he’s elated, he was enjoying his effect on you, whose body is sensitive and responsive to his every touch.

It was an addictive feeling and he’s obsessed.

“Fa-faster…! Fuck.. Karl!”

"Aren't you ashamed you're being finger fucked in front of the lord, princess?"

You clenched at him as your head shifted in his shoulder, probably to look at the statue above you both before moaning a little louder than before, undeterred by the omniscient eyes possibly watching him pump his fingers in and out of you.

He thrust his fingers in and out feverishly, like his life depended on it. With his legs keeping your thighs firmly open, you had no choice but take it all, hips thrashing wildly and bucking into his fingers. Karl clamped a hand over your mouth as your moans increased in volume, bouncing off the walls of the church.

He was proud he's making you scream but he wouldn't want to wake up any of the sisters nor concern the locals with your screams.

"I-I'm close..!"

"Come for me princess, give it to your darling priest."

The pressure from his palm bumping into your clit along with the rapid thrust of his digits soon got you trembling as hot white flashed behind your closed lids and you came. 

You screamed into his palm as your orgasm came without a warning, exploding and lewdly expelling liquid pleasure into the chapel floor before trembling pathetically in his arms, body reduced to the state of euphoria.

Karl retracted his hand with a squelch, raising it to eye level to revel in the wetness fully coating it, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at them drooping down before sucking on his fingers. Your flavour exploded on his tongue and he groaned.

"You taste so fucking good baby. Did so well for me."

Your hands weakly tugged on his pants and he knew what you wanted.

Because he also wished the same.

Soon enough, his pants were tossed somewhere behind him and he was left standing on his boxers. The stiff tent on them immediately caught your eyes and you reached out to free him from the constricting fabric, hand wrapping around his base once he was completely bare.

Karl dared to let his fantasies play in front of him as he watched your hand pump him slowly and you stared at him through your eyelash before kissing the tip of his cock with feigned innocence, he groaned.

What a minx you are.

“Can I taste you, Father Karl?”

“Later, on your back now, princess.”

His hands guided you down carefully, palm splaying onto your abdomen as if your body would break under miniscule of pressure, his words and actions not correlating as he naturally hovered over your body.

There must've been divine intervention when you laid, spread and vulnerable in front of him. The moonlight escaping the huge mirror behind the altar shone perfectly down on your body, highlighting your perky nips and casting shadows on places that made you look more desirable than earlier when you were kneeling.

Karl couldn't help but be thankful that he was rewarded with such a sight in this life.

"You're so pretty." 

His head bent down to place a haste kiss on your stomach and your breath hitched. The heat of his breath and the hovering weight of his length on your fold frying your nerve endings aflame as he peppered kisses all over your body.

"Karl, please."

A huge hand entangled themselves with yours, his face hovering on top of you, noses a hair's width. He could feel your exhales on your lips, awakening the butterflies in his stomach as you stared at his lips.

Breathless, he asked. "What do you want, princess? I need to hear it"

"Kiss me please." 

You didn't need to ask twice when Karl leaned down to capture yours in a slow dance. Time slowed, all you could feel was the softness and warmth of his skin under your touch and slightly chapped lips caught between yours.

He reached a hand to cup your cheeks, scared that you'll be another dream of his as you nibbled on his lower lip.

You only stopped when breathing became a problem, Karl pulling away first to place kisses between the valley of your breast before he rose to head level, silently asking for permission as he stared deep into your eyes.

No words were said but you understood what he wanted. His eyes reminding you of a begging dog as it stares deep into yours.

With a nod and a trembling exhale at the promise of pleasure he was about to give you, the head of his length parted your hole, walls clenching around him as he entered. A searing heat flooding your folds as you adjusted to his thickness while he carefully inserted himself into you.

His groan rumbled deep in his lungs and ricocheted in the shell of your ears before sending shivers down your spine, the pain of his iron grip on your waist only fueling the burn of lust raging in your veins. 

His firm composure shook, eyebrows crunching and eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure just from entering you.

Karl almost passed out, your warmth clamping around his dick so greedily is taking his breath away. Lord forbids he moves, he might come earlier than he'd want to.

God give me strength.

"Relax a little, baby." His thumb found your bundle of nerves and rolled it gingerly in tight cirlces as he slowly pushed all of his inches inside your cunt.

You felt full to the brim. You haven’t had someone as thick as Father Karl before but it was a welcomed change. Your breath stuck in your throat as you adjusted to his length, legs wrapping around his middle as your body decided between keeping him inside and ejecting him. 

Karl's head fell to your shoulders, grunting and panting as your walls crazily pulsed around him, crunching his eyes as he focused on something else other than coming earlier than he'd want to.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been a while."

His body shuddered as he struggled to withhold his own climax for you. There’s a sick part of yourself that glowed at the sight of his struggle, small whimpers erupting from his throat as he hid his reddened cheeks from your eyes.

Karl is breathtaking when he’s domineering and demanding but absolutely sinful when he’s panting and embarrassed. 

Experimentally, you wound your legs around his lower back and tighten around him. A strangled whine left his lips, the sound sinful yet so sweet as his nails dug into the skin of your waist. "St-stop it."

"Come on, Karl. I wanna see you come."

"F-fuck…!" He weakly exclaimed, his composure faltering as you squeezed harder. “Stop..!”

“But you look so pretty like this.” 

You wiggled your hips and he folds, his back falling and rising in quick successions before he pulled out and splattered his hot semen into your abdomen. You couldn’t help but giggle at this. A crisp slap echoed in the room, his hand leaving an angry mark on your left inner thigh.

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

"Am I really?"

Your teasing chuckle halted in your throat when he plunged three digits into your heat, moving them at a feverish pace, not letting you adjust to the stretch. Your hips rose from the ground from the sudden influx of stimulation, trying to avoid his unforgiving thrust but the firm hold on your waist prevented you from moving away.

A wicked grin spreads on Karl's face as your legs flail around him, heels digging into his thighs and pushing him away but the man relents. 

“Stop moving and take it like a good little slut.” He grunted as your nails dug into his biceps, squeezing hard enough to hurt but not to bleed.

Blood rushes up to your cheeks at the name, embarrassingly aroused by it. The stinging pain it brought became the pleasure that ran down to his length, hardening it further. You could only wail in place, his iron grip on your waist unrelenting.

Your body erupted in flames, every vein of your body scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through them, every collision of his hips into yours sending sparks down your thighs. There was nothing but moans and whines leaving your lips as the coils in your abdomen tightened with every thrust and Karl knew it.

His eyes rose to your lust clouded eyes, down to your bouncing breasts and standing nipples almost begging for his touch before it fell to your cunt sucking him in greedily as you bounced on his cock. 

He burned the image of your sex-drunk state at the back of his eyelids, such a sight should be treasured forever.

A sloppy slap echoed in the chapel and your legs closed around his body, his fingers retreats from your hole only to be replaced by his length, immediately lodging himself to the hilt, his head almost nudging your uterus.

"Fuck!"

"That's right baby. This priest is fucking you good tonight."

He folded your legs to your stomach before starting his rampage, pulling out until his head remained before bottoming out in a flash and you screamed as you came apart without warning.

Even with your legs twitching and your sobs increasing in volume, Karl only continued, even daring to speed up. He didn't mind that you're about to leave bleeding scratches on his forearm, if anything, they're proof of this encounter. Something he'll surely remember in his waking days and sleepless nights.

Just like how he carved himself inside you.

You stuttered out incoherent words as he thrusted in and out of you in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much your brain couldn't process which one is which as they blurred,  deeply cock drunk to w

There was something about how you're letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in your lust driven state that makes his heart grow. 

So trusting and so perfect for him, God himself is truly generous to grant him this opportunity.

"K-Karl, please..! I can't—"

"You can baby, now give me another one."

As if his dick continuously poking your g-spot wasn't enough, his hand moved down to roll your protruding bundle of nerves and you swore you saw fireworks behind your eyelids. 

Pleasure flooded and fogged your already sex-addled mind, your own thoughts overshadowed by your own arousal and you screamed. Karl watched your shaking thighs with sadistic glee before the dam broke and you squirt.

Your throat grew hoarse and dry as your climax tore a moan from it. Karl pulled out until the tip and plunged back in, albeit slowly this time, his ears tuned to your incoherent blabbers as he chased his own high.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

His palm felt like spring after a harsh winter when it splayed on your back and rubbed your skin gently, comforting but it did nothing to your shaking legs. “Just a little bit more, princess. Can you do that for me?”

You only hummed a response, there was nothing you could do with weakened limbs and a traitorously hungry cunt despite the stings of pain lashing across it. His groans rumbled deep into your middle. 

“Next time, I’ll fuck you properly on a bed, treat you like a princess and a cock sleeve that you deserve. Would you like that baby?”

You nod, tears spilling down your eyes as his hips collided into yours, the promise of a next time lost in your muddled thoughts. It didn't take long before thick strings of his cum flooded into your insides, his own climax triggering yours and your body shook.

Karl couldn’t help but chuckle as your greedy cunt constricts around nothing to keep his seeds from spilling out. Seeing his come ooze out of your pulsing cunt sent tremors down his spine but he has to stop now, you’re already spent tonight.

Later.

He rose to pick your lax figure up from the floor and forced you to sit on the nearest pews before going around the room to pick up your discarded clothes. Karl decided on forgoing his t-shirt to use it to wipe his essence staining the wood and your skin, your wordlessness made him nervous.

You could be still gliding from the state he reduced you to or maybe you were regretting everything, either way, Karl is scared, you could see it in his eyes as he gingerly wiped you down and dressed you up until you gathered the strength to do it yourself.

Laying on the floor indeed gave you back aches and with the weakness of your limbs from your previous endeavours exhausted you incredibly, the comfortable silence of the room only pulling you closer to sleep, something Karl immediately took notice of.

“Did you regret it?”

You cupped his cheeks, keeping his eyes firmly on yours before shaking your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Wanna stay the night?”

“If you promise to let me hog your blankets.”

He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course princess.”

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1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Gabe is a lean dirty blonde who stands at 6 foot, his short hair is unkempt and his face has a controlled stubble that gives him a subtle charm. He has piercing baby blue eyes, a long upturned nose and a mesmerising smile with slightly yellow teeth from his coffee consumption.

His muscles are softly defined and he has sparse dirty blonde body hair, most notable on his chest, forearms and calves. He has sparse freckles here and there which is always a favourite physical trait I give to many OC's. He's not out in the sun a lot and is on the paler side.

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

The flirty clown, he likes to playfully flirt with friends who are comfortable with it and he never passes up an opportunity to make everyone laugh. He loves being in the spot light, especially of people he cares about.

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

Gabriel is pretty resolute in his faith but he's only vocal about it among other people of his faith. He attends church every Sunday and prays multiple times a day, he does all he can to support local churches and takes it upon himself to help the local pastors and preacher's however he can even if that means a free meal at his diner here and there. The only time his practice is public is when he prays before eating a meal.

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

He is a mega crybaby when he's sick, it doesn't matter what level of sick he is he will curl up under the covers and phone someone to come take care of him. He will make it everyone's problem that he's not feeling well, the only exception would have been around his dad or extremely macho-manly men like Jacob; he knows they'd just tell him to suck it up.

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

He believes a few foods/meals are meant to be had a certain way and if you do it any other way you are wrong and he can't look at you the same ever again. Aka he doesn't think pineapple has any place on a pizza and he will never have pizza with you if you do; another example is he believes French toast should only be had sweet and anyone who makes it savoury is unwell mentally.

6. How did you choose your OC’s name?

So his faceclaim plays Jack Kline in supernatural and I had that in the back of my head when I was making him; seeing as fc5 and spn both heavily focus on religious themes I was just playing with names tied to that. Gabriel in spn is also very sassy so that had a hand in my choice.

The last name Stokes was one of the rare times I don't deep dive through a hundred sites searching for menaings and I just kinda liked the sound of it in my head.

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

Pancakes and a strawberry milkshake, the pancakes are always fluffy and light and the milkshake refreshing and sweet. He's a simple man with simple pleasures.

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

He has his dad's key chain that he's had since he passed away, it has chips and scratches that he runs his thumb over and it makes him think of his dad. He inherited the diner and someday it's a dream and others it's absolute hell. He tossed aside any dreams he had to run it and tries to find fulfilment in feeding the folks of Hope County.

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

In the cold he will be bumbled up in a thousand layers, in the heat he's stripped down to board shorts and flip-flops so he can jump into any body of water at a moments notice. He prefers hot weather since he has more summery clothing and likes showing it—and himself—off.

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

"They're not normally this impressive but I buttered up the chef just for you," [Hello Handsome — paragraph; 38, line; 152]

This line represents Gabe really well as it shows his flirty nature and need to impress, he wants to be liked and praised and he goes to certain lengths to be on people's good sides. Especially if it happens to be a the hot new guy in town, he will whip him up the fluffiest pancakes ever made with extra maple syrup and he'll give him a discount all in the hopes he comes back or gives him his number.

Some could say he's desperate, i'd say he's a people pleaser with a need to be wanted.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

His family always saw him as a kid with a big heart and big dreams, friends see him as a goofball with a big heart and strangers often see him as either alluring and fun or attention-seeking and annoying.

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

His bed is a mess when he knows he's the only one whose gonna be in it but he tidies it up and puts on his series covers/sheets when he knows he'll have company. His desk in the diner is a complete mess, the whole office is, it looks like a tornado went through it. He keeps saying he'll organise it but never does.

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

Gabe has a very low pain tolerance, he cries when he stubs his toe. He's the type to openly seek out comfort from those around him no matter the type of pain he's going through, he really just wants to be held and comforted until the pain goes away. (And if the pain never goes away he never wants to be let go.)

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

He relies heavily on other people, he relied on his parents when they were alive, he relied heavily on his friends and co-workers in an emotional sense or to keep him accountable at the diner, etc. Eventually he relies on Joseph for stability, seeing him as a safety net when the world around him is getting pulled out from under him.

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

Gabe has very expressive hands, he likes to move and gesture while he talks. He's motions around, he crouches, he twirls, whatever he feels will get his story across. He usually sits cross legged on chairs or with his feet on the chair in some way.

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

STR: 5 | DEX: 4 | CON: 1 | INT: 3 | WIS: 4 | CHA: 10

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

His first relationship in highschool with a footballer who dated him for a semester than dumped him and spread rumours about him, leading him to getting bullied for the rest of his highschool career.

His parents funerals, saying goodbye to the pillars of his world and dealing with the whirlwind of emotions and the dread of his new reality where he's completely alone.

Meeting Joseph Seed absolutely flipped his world upside down, he very quickly filled up the guardian/parental hole he was left with and Gabriel was very ready to once again throw away most of his life to stay by the preacher's side.

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

Gabe always hitches rides with his friends bc he's a freeholder who doesn't have a license. If he did have a car he would have just kept his dad's truck and it'd be surprisingly clean, solely bc he'd fear his dad rising from his grave to berate him for letting it get dirty.

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

He's an extrovert so he's very friendly, affectionate and open about his feelings, etc. With his friends he sends playlists, spam texts, sends memes and videos and buys trinkets that remind him of them, that sort of thing. He offers comfort with how he wants it, physical affection and encouraging/comforting words.

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

He really enjoys wearing low-cut tank tops and ripped jeans, he thinks it's a hot look that shows off his physique and is fashionable and fun. He feels most comfortable in just a pair of sweats/shorts, which he only usually wears at home.

[isimpfortoomanypeople]

I loved your high school sweethearts imagine and I was hoping if you could do that with Nate jacobs? But like Nate and the reader have 3 kids ( 2 boys 1 girl the girl being the youngest) and the reader is pregnant again with another boy so like the little girl is Nate’s little princess? :)

Till death do us part- Nate Jacobs x female reader

Spending your high school years in an off and on again relationship wasn’t how you would imagine high school to be. 7years later your best friend Lexi invites you to her engagement party, now the real question is are you and Nate still together?

Warnings: the reader and Nate having a bad relationship in high school, brief smut MDI (I needed it to set the beginning of the story), alcohol, mentions of Cal, toxic masculinity (for context wise Maddy didn’t date Nate in this) super fluffy Nate towards the end

A/N: aww thanks I’m glad that you loved high school sweethearts. I loved writing this, and it maybe a little bit self indulgent by having Lexi and Maddy being the reader’s best friends as they are my favourite characters. This is my first Euphoria fic so I hope that you enjoy it and I’ve done it justice. Sorry if some parts sound over British as I’m from the U.K. apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

You gasped for air rolling your eyes into the back of your head as Nate thrusted into you, moaning your name as he spilt his seed across your velvety walls.

You both panted as you recovered from your climax. Nate lifted his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that clutch to your forehead from the exhaustion you’ve just experienced. He pulled out of you, you both whimpered from the lack of contact.

“This shouldn’t happen again”

“Babe you say this every time”

You panted trying to regain your breath. Trying your hardest to regulate your breathing into a normal rhythm. Nate knew how to make you feel so good to the point that you were putty in his hands.

But you’ve been broken up for over 2 months you should allow yourself to move on but it’s hard when Nate narrows his eyes, locking you in his gaze swatting off all men that ever showed the slightest bit of interest in you.

You broke up for a reason as he was the biggest asshole you had ever met, he was controlling but yet you couldn’t let go. For Nate is a siren drawing you to your untimely death. With a face as pretty as his, he could make the grey thrashing waters appear blue and tranquil. One thing about Nate Jacobs was once you were under his spell it was impossible to escape.

“I mean it Nate, we’re supposed to be over. I can’t move on when you scare off every man who shows me the slightest bit of attention. I’m not yours anymore you have to let me go” you sighed, allowing your head to slump into the plush pillow of your bed. Pinching the bridge of your nose, praying that he actually got the message this time, not continuing this nauseating game of cat and mouse which had been happening for weeks with you always ending up underneath him.

“Babe..” his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped protectively over your body. Almost chaining you to the spot, limiting your movements, hoping to silence your following words.

“Nate I mean it. Please you’re going to have to let me go-“ your words were cut short by Nate throwing you out of his embrace, as if your body was a poison that burnt him to touch. He scurried around your room collecting his clothes from the heap on the floor , as when you were both deeply in the throes of lust to care where they ended up, you just needed the clothes off your body as soon as possible.

Nate made a point of crashing his foot upon the wooden floorboards with each step he took, over exaggerating how pissed off he truly was. Like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum.

His eyes couldn’t bare to look at yours, his jaw clenched so tightly together that a vein pulsed on the side of his forehead.

He said nothing as he exited your room, the only sound that broke the deafening silence was the loud slam of your door. You flinched upon hearing the loud slam and the rattle of the metal hinges, he slammed it with such ferocity you were amazed that your door was still in tack.

Safe to say that Nate got the message, he was finally going to leave you alone. You could finally move on, you wanted this right? So why does your heart feel like it’s crumbling into tiny pieces? Why are tears pouring down your face? And why do you feel empty, so incredibly empty and alone?

Y/N: I finally did it, he got the message. I can’t help but feel like I’ve made a mistake

Maddy: honey no, you haven’t made a mistake Nate Jacobs is a toxic asshole. He should of treated you right but he never did, it’s his loss to loose such an amazing person

Lexi: Y/N I agree with Maddie, don’t you ever let him make you feel like this was a mistake. You deserve way better and you can do way better

Y/N: why do I feel like this is a mistake though? I still love him and girls this hurts, this really fucking hurts

Lexi: oh Y/N :( I know it’s hard but you will get through this. I’ll be there in 5

Y/N: Lexi I can’t ask you to do that as you’re going on a date with Fez tonight

Lexi: too late I’m on my way, my girl needs me

Maddy: I’ll be there in 15, Ive snuck a bottle of my parents wine

Y/N: I love you guys so much <;3

The rest of the weekend was spent either pouring your heart out to your two friends, while Maddy continued to pour you drinks to help numb the pain. The pain didn’t lessen as each drink only made the hot tears come down like a torrential down pour. You couldn’t talk without your words becoming slurred by the overwhelming grief you felt for knowing that Nate is officially out of your life, but also from the copious amount of booze Maddy was supplying you with.

The two girls nodded sympathetically when they were needed to be, swigging back the bottle to try to conceal their true emotions about the situation. They were secretly overjoyed that you and that toxic asshole were no more.

They reassured you that it was the best thing to do, Lexi allowing you to curl up on your bed with your head in her lap. She stroked your hair, telling you that it was okay, not caring that your tears was dampening her jeans.

By the following Saturday the two were able to convince you to go to a party, claiming that this is the perfect way to finally get over him.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N you look stunning!” Maddy gasped as you entered her bedroom, wearing her pastel blue dress , it just about covered your ass and boobs. But then again Maddy wouldn’t wear anything that left anything to the imagination, but if you have even an ounce of the confidence Maddy exudes you would too.

She wondered towards you and sprayed your whole body with a bottle of perfume , you had to take a step back as the floral smell was making you light headed. She moved your chin with her index finger admiring her handy work, she did the most intricate blue eyeliner with stick on pearls to truly accentuate your eyes.

“You look so hot” Maddy smirk lifting a shot glass full of clear liquid to your face. Weakly smiling as you shot back the glass that felt like it could have been filled with straight ethanol from your visceral reaction.

She whipped her phone out from her right pocket, holding you close to her as she angled her phone to capture you both in the most flattering angle. Maddie pouted her lips tilting her head to face yours, so unsure what to do in this situation that you followed precisely what Maddy did. She posted the photo on her story adding a caption saying “single and ready to mingle”

You reposted the photo on your story and not even a second after posting you swiped up out of curiosity to see who had viewed your story, straight away you saw

@nate.jacobs has viewed your story. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone in your purse. Ready to forget about him for the night.

“You look amazing y/n” Lexi smiled bringing you into her embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around you.

“Thanks lex you too”

“Lex told me about you and Nate, I’m sorry about that. He’s an asshole and I have no problem punching him again if you need to” fez offered as he patted you on the shoulder. His jaw clenched as he said Nate’s name, swallowing down the anger he has for him.

“Thanks fez, as much as I’d love to see him with a bloodied nose again, I don’t think that will be necessary-“

As you finished your sentence it dwindled away into thin air as you locked eyes with Nate, who had his arm tightly wrapped around the shoulders of Cassie. When his eyes met yours, he placed a kiss to Cassie’s temple, as if to wound you for wounding him. He quickly looked away as they both walked towards the kitchen to search for something to drink.

You felt your body shaking in a mixture of anger and despair. Every mussel in your body strained as you were trying to contain yourself from punching Nate yourself.

Fuck you Nate Jacobs!

“Y/N are you okay-“

“Lex did you know?”

“No I didn’t Y/N I swear, I’m so sorry” Lexi desperately called after you but it was too late, as you slammed the front door behind you.

You leant against the side of the house, letting the tears you’ve been holding in slide down your face. You didn’t want to give Nate the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

It was a mistake you showing up tonight

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Y/N it’s me Lexi, I firstly want to apologise for losing contact with you after graduation. It was hard with you moving to college and I was dealing with Fez’s arrest and the death of ash. But I saw your mom when I was grocery shopping and she gave me your new number. Me and Fez got engaged, can you believe it? He proposed last week at this fancy restaurant. I wanted to invite you to our engagement party this Saturday. You can bring a plus one if you’re dating someone, I can’t wait to see you as I miss you.

“Who’s that babe?”

“Lexi just texted me, she’s inviting us to her and Fez’s engagement party this Saturday”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? She’s not exactly my biggest fan” Nate sighed, as he sunk down the couch beside you. Placing his hand on your thigh, rubbing soft circles on the fleshy part of your thigh. He chewed his lip as he was overthinking about every possible way this party could end in disaster.

You were the only one who could vouch that he wasn’t the same Nate Jacobs he was in high school. While they were all left with the bitter taste of his name in their mouths, despising the person he once was.

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“Y/N you coming to the graduation party?” Maddy asked, readjusting her cap that tilted to the side of her head, slightly messing up her perfectly styled curls.

“100%”

“Great come to mine for 8, Lexi and I are pregaming before our final ever high school party” Maddie squealed in excitement over the big day, you both are finally going to leave East Highland behind. She pressed her glossed lips on your cheek before running off to get some more pictures before the school kicked you out.

“Y/N can we talk?”

Your body stiffened momentarily, your nostrils flared as you forced yourself to breathe. Rolling your eyes as you prepared yourself to engage in conversation with the one person who you really didn’t want to speak to right now.

“I don’t have anything to say to you” you sighed, not even turning your back to look at him

“Y/N please?” Nate’s voice quivered as he was trying to compose his emotions. He was having an internal battle, he wanted to get on his knees begging for you to hear him out, but his dismissive tough outer exterior was telling him to run away to save his pride.

You turned around to face him, you could feel your eyes prick with tears as you look deep into his.

“What did you want to say?” You tried your damn hardest to sound cold with a dash of hostility, but looking in his eyes opened that part of your heart that you tried to kill. The part of your heart that still loves him. Looking into his deep hazel eyes it brought back all the emotions you tried to suppress.

Nate took a deep breath and swallowed down all the negative thoughts that tried to sway him from confessing how he truly feels. It’s hard when you’ve grew up with an emotionally absent, extremely toxic farther, that it’s hard to express your true emotions. His farther taught him how to only express anger, that men don’t allow themselves to cry, men speak with their fists or with their dicks. Cal was so heavily blinded by toxic masculinity that he couldn’t see the effect it has on his own son, or that he simply didn’t care. The most “love” he ever received from his dad was a pat on his back after he won a football game.

“I’m sorry” he pressed his lips into a thin line, closing his eyes to contain his tears. He felt his breathing hitch, being emotionally vulnerable felt uncomfortable that every part of him was screaming at him not to continue further. But he pushed all this down for you, he loves you and he can’t picture a life where you’re not in it.

“Nate I-“

“Please let me speak, I need to say this now otherwise it will eat me alive till the day I die” Nate choked back a sob as he forced these words out of his mouth.

You looked at him with confusion, you’ve never seen Nate in your whole relationship being so vulnerable as he is right now. You nodded your head, holding your breath awaiting what he had to say.

“I’m truly sorry Y/N. I truly fucked up, I have no excuse for the way I treated you. I can see you walking out of my life and I’m scared, I love you and I’m scared that you hate me. I won’t blame you if you do, I don’t deserve you, you were always too good for me. Ever since I called the cops on my dad, I realised that I’m turning into my worst fear, I’m turning into him. I hurt you so badly and I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. My dad was a worthless piece of shit, I believed that I had to grow in his shadow, I had to be the man he wanted me to be, so I hurt those I love because I’m so used to anger that I don’t know how to express how I feel about you. But I do love you, I love the sound of your laugh, I love waking up next to you, I love how you can make this shitty world okay” Nate’s body convulsed as each sob coursed through his body.

He couldn’t hold his tears back anymore as they slid down his face, he buried his face within his hands, hiding the tears from you. He felt a small sense of humiliation about you seeing him like this, he could hear his father’s voice ringing through his ears telling him how pathetic he was for shedding a single tear. But he didn’t care as right now he could possibly lose the love of his life forever and that scared him more than any tears would.

You looked at him with concern as your heart broke to see him so fragile, his body shaking as his hands muffled the series of ‘please don’t leave me, I love you” escaping from his lips. In your whole relationship you have never seen Nate cry, to the point that you believed that he was incapable of feeling such intense sorrow. In this moment in time you saw the fragile broken side of him that never sees the light of day.

Yes he broke your heart but you still loved him, humanity in itself is never black and white, we’re all intricate human beings with flaws and scars and Nate was no exception to this. He was flawed and broken but he also made you feel like you were the most beautiful person whenever his eyes fell upon you, how he could make all of your problems slip away into thin air whenever you were wrapped in his warm embrace.

Fuck you still loved him!, you were willing to give him a second chance. Sure there’s a lot to work upon to have even an ounce of what you once had, but if Nate was serious about what he had just said he’d gladly put in the work.

“Baby” you called out to him, just as you expected he remained where he was, still trembling with his face buried within his hands.

You stepped towards him and gently peeled back his hands to reveal his tear stained face. He looked at you with his eyes filled heavy with a deep sadness. You wiped away a hot tear that fell down his cheek with your thumb, placing a kiss where the tear used to be.

“Okay, you fucked up badly. You hurt me, but I can’t help but love you. Even when my heart was breaking I still loved you. When I once drunkenly told you that I couldn’t imagine a future without you in it, I still mean every word. But baby if we’re going to work I need you to prove to me that you’d never hurt me this badly again because my heart can’t take another heart break. I want to give us another chance, but please promise me baby that you will do anything to make us work again?”

“I will I promise, I love you Y/N. Thank you, I don’t deserve you” he weakly chuckled as new tears flooded down his cheek. He gently kissed your forehead, as he pulled you into his arms, inhaling your perfume that he had missed for it was the only thing in his life that brought him any form of comfort.

“Don’t make me regret this baby” you whispered

“I would rather die than to ever make that happen” he whispered back to you, placing another tender kiss against your forehead. Smiling for the first time in days that the love of his life was finally back in his arms.

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Lexi sighed as she got Fez to rearrange the silver banner which read ‘happy engagement’ for what felt like the hundredth time.

“A little to your left Fez, it’s still off centre” she groaned, massaging the stress out of her temples.

“Look angel , no one is going to care if the banner isn’t exactly central” Fez groaned, his back is aching from arching it to place the banner exactly where his fiancé wanted it.

“Why don’t you get yourself a glass of rosé and try to relax?” He soothed, massaging her shoulders that became raised from her over thinking. He kissed the side of her cheek as he felt her shoulders release.

“I know, it’s just that I want tonight to be perfect, everyone will be here. Plus Y/N will be here who I haven’t seen in forever, sorry babe it’s just that it’s been a lot of stress for me” she pouted, chewing on the inside of her cheek from overthinking the entire party.

“I know angel, but trust me tonight is going to be great. And fuck it if it’s not for I’m finally engaged to the hottest woman I have ever met who made me the luckiest man in the entire world” Fez smiled as he turned Lexi to look at him, he lifted her head to look at him as he brought her Into a passionate kiss.

“I love you” Lexi breathed after she had to pull away from the lack of oxygen to her lungs

“I love you too”

The two lovers were interrupted by a loud knock at the door, the person behind the door was growing impatient by the second as the door was rattling against its hinges.

Lexi rolled her eyes, growing more frustrated by the person’s persistence. When she opened the door she was met by her sister wearing a skin tight baby pink dress, barely covering her ass.

“Wow Cas you look good?” Lexi stuttered upon seeing her older sister so dolled up, Lexi snickered as she joked, “dressing for anyone special?”

“Nate could be here” Cassie smirked as she soothed down the limiting fabric of her dress

“Excuse me?”

“Last thing I heard was that Y/N dated Nate in college, if by some miracle that they’re still together, I’ll show him what he’s been missing” Cassie stated, as she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulders making a beeline for the kitchen for something to drink.

Fez noticed how Cassie flounced in here without acknowledging the two hosts or why the party was arranged in the first place. He rolled his eyes as he brought his beer to his lips.

“Remind me why you invited her?”

“She’s my sister, plus she’s delusional that Nate will be here” Lexi groaned also rolling her eyes, they say that you can’t choose your family but it’s moments like this that Lexi wish that she could

Plus her sister was full of shit, there was no way that you would ever give Nate Jacobs a second chance right?

As more guest arrived they all congratulated the happy couple and wished them both a lifetime of happiness.

Rue stood in the corner listening to Kat as she told her about her newest work in progress. Rue is gladly 7 years sober from all substances, she’s done so well that she now helps out at the local clinics that once saved her life. Rue rarely dated after her relationship with Jules, needing to find her feet and especially within her sobriety. She had finally healed the relationship with her mom and younger sister.

Kat on the other hand became a successful author, writing about steamy erotic stories which soon made her the best selling author of that genre. Fans go wild over her books, claiming her to be the queen of smut. Kat finally found the confidence she thought that she lost in herself and for once was truly happy in her skin.

Ethan spent a large majority of the party catching up with Lexi as he just came back from tour. Unsurprisingly Ethan found his love of acting through being in Lexi’s iconic play. He studied at Juilliard where he became an up and coming Broadway talent, he recently came off tour with Dear Evan Hansen and was happy to be home for a few days. Though he has been avoiding Kat all throughout the party like the plague, some wounds will never heal.

Jules arrived to the party with Kat who were still good friends and kept in touch regularly. Jules became a therapist helping queer and trans kids, she became an activist for trans rights and in result gained a huge Instagram following. Jules used what she went through in the past to help those she can, believing that no one should experience the trauma she had faced alone.

Cassie stood leaning against the wall watching the door like a hawk, every few minutes readjusting her hair or applying another layer of

Gloss, determined that Nate was going to walk through that door. Lexi and Cassie’s relationship was rocky, but for the sake of the family Lexi invited her here tonight.

Lexi felt her heart drop as she checked the time on her phone, you were officially an hour late. The guilt started to eat her alive as she twirled the pretty diamond ring that laid upon her finger. She drummed her fingers against her thigh trying to relieve her anxiety that was raging through her body. Her brain went into overdrive, imagining all the ways that you probably hate her for loosing touch. She kept on staring at the wooden frame praying for it to knock at any second.

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“Okay you can choose one toy each” Nate stated at Harrison, Noah and Lilly who were sat crossed legged on the floor of their playroom with multiple toys strewn around the room.

“But daddy Rosie needs Daisy” Lilly pouted as she held up two princess dolls from the same set, she gave Nate her best puppy dog eyes and quivered her bottom lip.

It took Nate less than five seconds to cave into Lilly’s cute pouting face which made his heart melt. Nate swears that she gets it from her mother. Lilly truly was Nate’s little princess and dangerously he was wrapped around her little finger.

“Fine” Nate sighed “only two”

The three kids let out a laughter of glee as they reached for another toy.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked resting your head in the crook of Nate’s neck, wrapping your arms around him pulling him closer to you. It must be your hormones or Nate’s irresistible nature that made this pregnancy resulting in yourself to be attached to his hip, you became more clingier but Nate found that adorable. Especially when you pouted at him if he hasn’t given you enough affection, Nate wouldn’t change it for the world for he had the life he dreamt about, a beautiful wife and 3 happy healthy children with one more on the way

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Lexi felt her heart flew out of her chest when she heard a knock at the door. She squealed loudly as she passed her glass to Fez, who was looking at his fiancé with a bewildered expression from her sudden outburst. Her body shaking with delight as she practically launched herself at the door.

Maddy saw Lexi’s commotion and quickly followed suit with her face beaming over the thought of seeing you again.

“I missed you-“

The two women’s eyes grew wide as they looked at your stomach that was carrying your fourth child. Lexi cupped her hands over her mouth and squealed again in delight.

“Congratulations Y/N who’s the lucky guy?”

“My husband-“

“Oh my god! You’re married?” Maddy smiled as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, but not tight enough as she was weary of your bump. Maddy was overjoyed that you are finally in a healthy relationship ever since the shit show her and Lexi had to endure in high school, the two were so used to seeing you in tears with a broken heart. It warms her heart that you look happier and you were practically glowing, pregnancy really did suit you.

Lexi shared the same feeling of elation for you but she was momentarily sad when she found out that you were married, not that she wasn’t happy for you but she wished that she could of been their to celebrate your big day with you. Well at least you can now attend hers.

3 kids came running up behind you, your twins Harrison are Noah were 7 while Lilly was 5. Lexi and Maddy waved at the three kids, gushing about how cute they were and how much they all looked like their mom. Both women were crouched down listening intently as each kid introduced their toys to them, laughing as Lexi and Maddy shook their hands and welcomed the extra guests to the party.

When Maddy looked up to you, her smiled faltered as she choked on the air overcome with shock from who just appeared and placed a kiss on your cheek. Lexi looked at Maddie eyes wide with confusion till she turn to look in the same direction, Lexi rapidly started blinking not fully processing what she’s just witnessed.

You and Nate Jacobs were still together! Not only that but you were married to him with kids.

None of the pieces were adding up in their heads, they were completely baffled by the entire encounter. Last time they saw you, you were crying over him hating him for breaking your heart. So what the hell has changed for you to look totally infatuated by him?

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After you graduated from university Nate proposed with a beautiful delicate diamond ring. Saying that you were the love of his life and the only one for him.

You both had a small private wedding reserved for only close family and friends, for you wanted your big day to be spent with those who you loved. You did wish that Lexi and Maddy could be there but you all loss contact so it was impossible to contact them.

You both moved far away from LA as possible, both wanting a fresh start and especially when Cal was allegeable for parole. Nate wanted to be far away from him as possible, especially a few months after the wedding you fell pregnant with twins. Nate wanted to live somewhere safe with his family and to be the farther he never got to your twins (and Lilly who came two years later and baby Jamie who is now on the way).

He became a football coach at the local high school and you worked in the art department. It was sweet that you both worked in the same place which meant that you could have cute lunch dates together away from your kids as much as you loved them.

Nate was a great farther he was nothing like his dad, he was kind and patient. Completely different to his former high school self, where he didn’t know how to communicate his emotions. They built up inside of him till it came out into this fiery rage that could make anyone’s blood run cold, so unused to feel love so when he felt it he felt like he needed to push them away as he believed he was unworthy of feeling such a thing.

Seeing the way he was acting was hurting you, the love of his life. Watching you nearly walk out of his life was the worst pain he had ever felt, it felt suffocating, like every part of him was breaking. That he knew he had to change, and he wanted to change if it meant that he could keep you in his life.

Yes it was hard for him to begin with but he slowly let down his guard, the one his farther installed in him to make him ‘more of a man’ even though it made him seem cold. He started to let you in, he started to communicate about his feelings rather than to wait till they reached boiling point.

Nate was a doting husband, he brought you flowers every Friday and hires a sitter just so you two can have your regular date nights. He loved you with all his heart and never missed an opportunity to show that to you. You were both finally happy. —————————————————————————-

“I can’t believe he’s changed?” Lexi exclaimed lifting her glass to her lips, still in complete shock over what she’s just heard.

“I love you Y/N but he was a dick in high school I’m having a hard time believing that he’s such a loving husband” Maddy added watching in amazement as Nate sat with his children on the floor. Laughing with them and joining in their make believe game, watching as Lilly giggled with glee as her dad gently kissed her on the cheek.

“I know if I wasn’t married to him I’d have a hard time believing that too. But I truly couldn’t ask for a better husband, the smallest things make me nauseous nowadays. So Nate now carries water, mints and ginger tea incase I need it”

“Stop it that is too cute” Maddie gasped.

Both her and Lexi shared a look, maybe they were both wrong about Nate Jacobs? Seeing you so content ,watching how good he is with the kids and how he looks at you like you are the most beautiful girl in the world (which caused Cassie to roll her eyes and huff in annoyance seeing how in love with you he was). Nate Jacobs was your perfect match.

“So Y/N I wanted to ask if you would be my maid of honour at my wedding”

“Oh my god Lexi, yes I will” you smiled as you quickly pulled her into a warm embrace.

“I need my best friend there on my big day and it wouldn’t be the same without you”

They say that the best love is fast and intense, maybe that was true to your high school self. But the true, real kind of love was consistent and giving, forever holding onto that initial spark. Now you know exactly what that love felt like as you found that in Nate.

A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this fic. I’d had to make Ethan an actor especially after his incredible performance as Nate in the play. He also gives me dear Evan Hansen vibes I don’t know why. My requests are still open and I’m currently working through all of them

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2022 GQ Men of the Year Awards: Aussie actor Dacre Montgomery on mentor Hugh Jackman | The Daily Telegraph

Stranger Things actor Dacre Montgomery reveals how a shock phone call from Hugh Jackman turned his world around.

Australian actor and Stranger Things star Dacre Montgomery never expected a missed call to change his life – or that it would present Hugh Jackman as his role model.

Montgomery, who experienced a stratospheric rise to fame after starring as Billy Hargrove on the global Netflix sci-fi hit, credits Jackman with helping him navigate his way through stardom after the Greatest Showman A-lister unexpectedly reached out to him.

Australian actor and Stranger Things star Dacre Montgomery never expected a missed call to change his life – or that it would present Hugh Jackman as his role model.

Montgomery, who experienced a stratospheric rise to fame after starring as Billy Hargrove on the global Netflix sci-fi hit, credits Jackman with helping him navigate his way through stardom after the Greatest Showman A-lister unexpectedly reached out to him.

“Randomly during the pandemic I had this missed call from an American number so I left a voice message and it was Hugh Jackman,” Montgomery recalls.

He says that initial contact has become a source of inspiration and advice for him.

“He’ll make time even after finishing a show on Broadway,” he says of Jackman. “He’ll ring at 10pm at night and be like, ‘Here’s what I think you should do’.”

For Montgomery, meeting men he has looked up to is a reminder there are really great, genuine people out there – no matter how famous they are – and we can all strive to be that genuine.

He says Jackman defines what it is to be a modern-day role model for men and he hopes to pass the wisdom to other young Australian men.

Montgomery is in Sydney to attend the GQ Men of the Year awards in association with BOSS.

The black-tie event will unite leaders from across industries in one room to celebrate a year of incredible achievements.

Past winners have included luminaries such as Jacob Elordi, Mick Fanning, Kim Jones, Troye Sivan, Chris Hemsworth, Baz Luhrmann, Adam Briggs, Jackman and Montgomery.

“I have no words for how flattering it is to be acknowledged by this community and this country,” a then 23-year-old Montgomery from Perth told the GQ Men of the Year awards audience in 2018.

Reflecting on his recognition as 2018’s TV Actor Of The Year, Montgomery this week says: “Sitting there in the audience after a reasonably successful year, I felt extremely fortunate.”

Montgomery says being a good role model doesn’t have to be complicated. He tells young actors who contact him: “Don’t focus on all the noise that’s around you, focus on the job and focus on being a nice person that rocks up on time. Everything else is peripheral.”

He says his advice is simple no matter who you are or what your job entails:

Don’t let others distract you from being yourself.

Focus on doing great things.

Always strive to be kind and the best version of yourself.

Montgomery feels honoured to return for the awards, which have been on hiatus since 2019, because he knows they will inspire so many.

“The GQ (MOTY) awards, to me, is my favourite award ceremony because it’s celebrating so many different men and women across different fields,” Montgomery says.

“The ceremony is unique for that fact.

“There are few other awards that bring together athletes, actors, artists, designers, musicians, and politicians to celebrate their year of achievements.

“The one thing that unifies them? They are all role models.”

GQ Australia editor in chief Jake Millar agrees.

“It might seem a bit rich to hold an awards evening celebrating men in 2022, especially when there have been so many examples of men behaving badly over the past few years,” Millar says.

“But that’s exactly the point. Perhaps more than ever before, young guys need people they can look up to, figures who are achieving success not just professionally, but personally, as well-rounded individuals.

He says masculinity is constantly shifting, and male role models – in all variations – are imperative to help the next generation figure out the sort of men they want to be.

He describes GQ Sportsman of the Year nominee Harry Garside as a perfect example.

Garside is a former plumber and professional boxer with a mullet – a pretty traditional stereotype of manliness.

But he’s also a ballet dancer who experiments with gender in his fashion and is leading the charge when it comes to openness about mental health.

“Leaders like Garside are changing the definition of masculinity for the better,” Millar says.

The 2022 GQ Men of the Year Awards in association with BOSS will be presented on Wednesday at Crown Sydney.

It will be covered live on the night, on gq.com.au.

A special Men of the Year collector’s edition magazine will be available in The Australian newspaper on Friday.

The magazine will include features and photo shoots that go behind the scenes with the winners and tell the stories of their incredible years.

For all of the details on this year’s awards visit: gq.com.au/moty

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Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance. Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: none, just breakfast at sam and emily's and some mixed emotions! A/N: Decided I probably shouldn't keep you guys waiting too long for the next part, so here you go! Remember: sharing is caring, let me know if you liked the chapter! :) prev. chapter | next chapter

The next few weeks went on like clockwork: once a week the group met collectively for an afternoon of soccer on the beach, the occasional Sunday breakfast and random evenings spent together in my basement. As the cold weather drew closer, I found myself drawn to the guys and the warmth that seemed to radiate from the surface of their skin. Most days consisted of taking my laptop and textbooks to Emily’s after lectures in Port Angeles to finish writing case studies and essays, snacking on muffins and dinner rolls all while getting my much needed daily fix of Embry. 

I needed him. Needed to see him at least once a day for no less than ten minutes, and within those ten minutes, my body never felt more alive. As odd as it sounded, I felt physically worse when I would go without him. As if I were ill, or possibly even grieving. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but the more time I spent with him, the sooner the onset of nausea would begin once we were apart.

Of course, I always wanted more time with Embry, and found myself googling for questions to ask him to keep the conversation going. The less personal and invading the question, the more Embry was willing to speak openly. I asked about things like what he wanted to be when he grew up, and what his first kiss was like. I enjoyed listening to him talk; watching the way his voice picked up when he seemed to be particularly passionate about his answer, watching him become more comfortable with being Embry with me. The Embry that Jacob knew, the one everyone had the pleasure of seeing all the time. In all of his imperfect mess. He wasn’t trying to stay put together anymore to put on an impression — he was leaving such a large imprint of his importance as a person on me. 

Each night, I stayed up late whispering with him on the roof, later sneaking him through the open window of my bedroom. He would sit with me, with my desk lamp illuminating the area just enough for me to pull his face together completely. As though the darkness never existed in the shadows of his face. 

The first few nights, Iyah would growl and bark — all of those nights I had shooed him from my room so that I could keep Embry’s presence unknown from the remainder of my family. He would stay until just after I fell asleep, and ensure to leave a sticky note or text of some sort for me to read in the morning. 

Jacob was right. The less I tried to stop what was coming, the more everything fit together in a seemingly perfect way. The way my brothers were able to keep their place within the group, but it never interfered with my alone time on either side. Each passing day invited new bonds to be made; by the time October rolled around, I felt more at ease with the group than I had ever felt in my entire life. 

Embry seemed to open up more, and spend less time doing crazy activities like cliff diving and taking night runs through the forest. I had the pleasure of experiencing the infamous temper with which Embry held — that which all of the men had, apparently — and started to learn how to fully help keep his anger at bay. 

With Halloween just around the corner, Embry spent a lot more time being adamant regarding horror classics in the spirit of one of his favourite holidays. He demanded there be hoards of chocolate and stupid pranks, even brought pumpkins to carve one morning after my brothers and TJ were gone for the day; Jennie had been fast asleep upstairs, too tired to notice the pair of us tearing through pumpkins guts in the kitchen. 

Halloween certainly suited Embry, not that I would ever tell him. The bitter air invited thicker layers and jackets back to the reservation early this year. As the weather dropped, Embry finally resorted to wearing jeans and sweaters in an effort to make me a little more comfortable. Admittedly, he looked adorable in his sweaters with their faded logos and grease stains; they looked both comfortable and lived in. 

Thursday afternoon, Embry had finally gotten Jacob and Seth to convince me to watch multiple movies centering evil clowns. I wasn’t like most other people with a genuine disliking to clowns, but I also didn’t put it past me that I’d be scared shitless if one popped up out of nowhere. I sat opposite of Embry, feet tucked under his bottom for additional warmth, my brows pulled together in distress. 

“This is gross.” I choked, watching another spatter of blood hit the wall on the tiny television screen centered in the Uley living room. Sam and Emily were with their daughter visiting Emily’s family on another reservation in Washington. For the next two days, Embry and I were house sitting — my presence was requested mostly to ensure that the boys didn’t eat them out of house and home before they returned from their trip. 

Jacob turned to look over his shoulder at me, brown eyes glimmering with delight. “This is a quality film right here.” 

I shook my head and quickly pushed myself off the couch, tearing my eyes away from the scene before I had any more reason to expel the contents of my stomach. “I’m gonna go get a snack, call me when this one's over.” 

Seth tried to stop me with his arm, although he seemed too invested in the screaming on screen to really try. I laughed as I slipped by and padded into the kitchen in search of Emily’s muffins she had laid out. When I pulled them from the oven, I smiled in victory and plucked one from the plate. 

No more than forty minutes and two muffins later, Jacob called out from the living room for me to come back for a comedy. This was his solution to spare a night full of their annoyance and my anxiety. I moved to return to my spot which was, much to my dismay, almost entirely covered with Embry’s long frame. He pulled his eyes from the television to flash me an innocent smile. 

“Sorry, honey.” 

“Move.” 

He responded by opening his arms as an invitation to join him. I let my mouth hang ajar for a brief moment before I exhaled slowly and caved, settling comfortably between his side and the back of the couch. 

By Saturday, the guys had all taken the time to come together for a late night at my place, playing teams in pool and darts, drinking beers and listening to classic rock. Embry and Jared spent the night making bets, and I watched Jared lose every one. Seth had convinced Quil to consider a night out, while Jacob and Paul teamed up against Trent and Travis in various games throughout the night. 

Us girls took sanctuary in the corner on a couch, sipping on coolers and chips while the men did their thing. 

“I heard Jacob say Embry was gonna do it.”

“No way,” I conceded, dropping my voice, “he’s barely even tried hitting on me, I’m like another one of them.” I gestured vaguely to the other males in the room. 

Renesmee shook her head vehemently. “I don’t know, Ains. Jake’s pretty convinced.” 

Kim sat forward with her lips half wrapped around the straw of her margarita. She swallowed loudly before she held up a finger, her face alight with curiosity. “Wait, he hasn’t asked you on a date yet?” 

I pulled my brows together. “We’re friends, why would he?” 

Kim and Renesmee shared a glance, no doubt in annoyance with my apparent lack of observation. I didn’t want to rock the boat, and so I seemed to stay away from emotional and personal topics that might lead me to pursue a man who probably didn’t see me as anything other than ‘one of the guys’. 

“You’re clueless. It would do the rest of us a whole lotta good if you two could figure your shit out.” Kim grumbled, pushing away from her pillow to steal another handful of Cheetos from the bowl on the table in front of us.

I darted my eyes to where Embry stood, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his broad chest. I tried not letting my thumping heart overpower my ability to keep the heat from spreading into my neck and face. Each time I caught myself staring, I blushed. It was ridiculous how important I allowed him to become, and how deeply he was able to affect me with something just as simple as his presence. 

The next time I checked my phone, it was 2:54 AM . I rubbed my eyes tiredly, standing next to Jacob with a set of darts in my hand, waiting for Travis to take his shots and clear his board. 

“You should sleep.” Embry said from behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to pull me into his chest. “You don’t sleep enough as it is.” He accused me, bringing his mouth down to my ear so that I could hear him better over the sound of the music coming from the speaker in the corner. 

“I sleep fine.” I replied quietly, closing my eyes for a moment. The heater had yet to kick in, resulting in my brothers and I fighting over who got which extra blanket. Being as small and helpless as I was meant I usually got the short stick, and often wore layers to bed to suffice.

“Are you cold?” He asked quietly, rubbing his hand over my arm. I nodded slowly, locking my fingers behind his back. 

“I think it’s bedtime,” Trent said from his corner near the pool table, “get her upstairs, would ya?” 

Wasting no time at all, Embry swooped down to cuff his arm under my knees and hoist me up into his arms effortlessly. I squealed, setting my darts down on the television stand as he walked towards the stairs. I waved a little goodbye to Kim and Jared in the corner (Renesmee’s mother had swung by to pick her up an hour ago) and pressed a kiss to Travis’s cheek in passing before we disappeared around the corner. 

Embry took the stairs two at a time, stopping just before my bed to drop me onto the soft mattress. “Don’t pass out yet, I need to talk to you about something.” 

I raised a brow in question. “Then where are you going?” 

“I’m leaving.” He stated simply, head caught in the doorway. “Open your window.” 

When the door shut quietly, I hurried over to where the latch on my window locked and flipped it open, pulling it wide open with both arms. I watched the lights downstairs flicker on no more than three minutes later, Embry’s shadow appearing briefly in the driveway before he rushed forward and pulled himself up through the tree branches to get to my window. He slid in with ease, leaving his boots just under the sill.

“Had to make them believe I was leaving.” He shrugged, watching as I slid backwards on the bed to make room for him. 

“Or we could just start being open about your visits.” I suggested; I had done this a thousand times, all of which Embry argued against. 

“And risk your brothers tearing me into pieces?” He asked quietly, smiling when I eagerly pressed my cold nose against his neck, shivering involuntarily into his warmth. “Trent suspects more than Travis, and he doesn’t seem to be happy about it.”

“You let me worry about Trent.” I laughed, throwing my leg over his knee. “He’s just pissed his bestie isn’t around all the time to pick on.”

We laid in silence for a few moments; I was listening to the gentle thump of his heart, and to the trees whistle in the wind just outside my window. It was moments like this that made me feel as though I already belonged to Embry — my efforts in keeping distance emotionally had been futile after all.

“You said you needed to talk to me.” I mumbled sleepily, turning my face up to squint at him in the dark. 

He took a moment to respond, carefully choosing his words I guessed. “I really don’t know how to do this with you.” Embry whispered, exhaling loudly into the silent air. “It seems so easy in my head, but then I think about the part where it doesn’t go as I planned and I just … can’t anticipate what my reaction will be.” 

I pushed myself up on my elbow to look at him, bringing my brows together in confusion. “What are you talking about?” 

“There’s an engagement party that Sam wants to pull together for Rachel and Paul.” He began, looking up at me, “It’s like his way of giving them one last night of pure stupidity before they have to start making ‘adult choices’.” He mimicked, dropping his voice to match Sam’s.

“Isn’t that what the bachelor/bachelorette parties are for?” I asked.

Embry shook his head in agreement.“Normally, yeah. But they decided they didn’t want their own parties, just one together.” He watched me for a moment, trying to analyze my thoughts on the information before he spoke again. “Come. With me.” 

“I was likely already going, but okay —”

“No, I mean come with me. As my date.” 

“Date?” I repeated quickly, thinking back to what Renesmee said earlier in the basement. “Me?” 

“You.” Embry nodded. 

I couldn’t stop myself. “Why?” 

The shift in emotion on his face was instantaneous, even in the darkness. His smile dropped and was quickly replaced with vague annoyance, his eyes moving from mine to the ceiling as his mouth became rigid and his jaw worked under his deep russet skin. “I’ll take that as a no.” 

“I didn’t say no.” I amended quickly, “I’m just asking why.” 

“Why not?”

“Because I’m Ainsley Black?” I started, sitting up right. “Because I’m sort of awkward and quiet, and not like —” Jessica.

Embry waited, his eyes searching mine. “Not like?”

“I don’t have any particularly appealing qualities about me so I just don’t understand. Why me, and why now?” We spent weeks together, and ultimately, I had grown closer to Embry than I had any other individual in my life in such a short time.

Embry looked at me for a moment, seeming disappointed. I wasn’t sure if it was disappointment in himself, or in my words, but he pulled on my arm until I collapsed back onto his chest and hugged my frame tightly in his side. My skin no longer burned under his touch, because for the most part I always felt warm. Instead, in place of the burning sensation was the gentle touch of pins-and-needles, the skin tingling with electricity. 

“Just go to sleep.” 

“Embry?” 

“Yeah?”

I hesitated, wanting to reconsider my next actions but decided against better judgment. I leaned my face up, and pressed my lips to the hollow base of his jaw gently. The way his body stiffened against me was all the confirmation I needed for the next; I smiled to myself and curled back into his side, resting my tired eyes for another night next to my personal space heater. ···

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“You guys are absolutely sickening.”

The pair of lips melded together again, bodies pressing tightly together as he hoisted her from the couch to against the wall — and then proceeded to stick his butt out at the group and shake it vigorously. 

I shook my head at Paul and my cousin as Embry grimaced beside me. Things had been a little tense between the pair of us for a little over a week; I wasn’t really sure when it started going south. I bumped into an elementary classmate. We never really talked much after I moved from the reservation years ago, and we agreed to go for coffee. Most of everyone from elementary took the next bus out of town to be anywhere but the reservation once they graduated from high school, so it was refreshing to see such a familiar face. 

Of course, Embry hadn’t liked that I agreed to a ‘date’. 

“I don’t see the big deal.” I shrugged, turning to walk away from him to retire for the night. I decided on the car ride home I wouldn’t unlock the window that night, which was ultimately a difficult decision to make given I was aware of the way I felt during his absence.

“Are you kidding — hey!” Embry grabbed my arm roughly, forcing me to spin around. “Don’t just walk away!”

“This obviously isn’t helping.” I hissed, ripping my wrist from his grip. The movement of pulling away hurt more than I expected, and I instantly thought about the bruising that would follow. “It’s not a big deal, Emb, it’s just one coffee.” 

His eyes were wide and wild with rage for a split second before he growled and ran his hands through his hair. “How does everyone but you see it?” Embry wasn’t really asking me, moreso chewing at himself. “Of course it’s a big deal!”

Exasperated, I yelled, “Why?” 

Embry stopped his pacing and pursed his lips, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground and shook his head. “Now’s not the time, hon —”

“It’s Ainsley, to you.” 

“Cut the shit, Ains.” He grumbled, walking down the driveway to the street, “You’re my honey.” 

“Too bad it’s a stupid nickname anyway!” I spat, opening the front door to Jennie’s home. “You’re incredibly cryptic, Embry, I can’t handle it. What are we doing here?” I gestured to the space between the two of us. 

Embry seemed to be pained by my words. “I’m talking to a wall.” 

I slammed the door shut after that, not dignifying him with a response. We hadn’t spoken for roughly twenty-seven hours before he called me to remind me about soccer one afternoon, and that the girls were expecting me — including Renesmee. 

I went, but I hadn’t spoken much with Embry. It appeared as though he hadn’t had a chance to recover from our fight, and made very little effort to make eye contact. Now we sat, nearly a week later, trying to keep a straight or genuinely happy face in place — this was supposed to be our first date. Why did this feel so forced?

Five hours later, we still hadn’t spoken much. The group slowly gravitated into two separate activities; the girls and I spent a great deal of time going through the complexity of Rachel and Paul’s relationship, gushing over dresses and wedding details while the men took up the space of the living room, their boisterous laughter filling the space. 

I dumped the rest of the empty bottles into the recycling bin at the end of Sam’s driveway, teeth chattering quietly as I made my way back into the house. “It’s freezing.” I complained to Emily, making my way over to the kitchen. “Are they drunk enough for me to leave?”

“Just about.” Emily said sourly, watching her husband tilt his head back to chug the remaining liquid in his bottle. They had already gone through what appeared to be four bottles of whiskey — each man had a smile on their face, followed by equally drunk Kim and Rachel.

“Get them some water,” I said in dismissal, shrugging into my thick coat, “and get him to bed.” I looked at Sam. As the general alpha male in the group, being the oldest and all, I expected him to be the more serious drunk. Apparently, I was very wrong. 

I was gathering my things, ensuring I secured all of my pockets on my coat before I turned to leave Emily’s. A strong pair of arms paired with a broad chest blocked my exit from the house. 

“Can we talk?” He asked, unmoving in his stance but his eyes swirled in chaos.

“Leave it alone, Emb.” Jacob grumbled from his seat, his eyes locked on the cards dealt on the table. 

We had an entire day to talk, he hadn’t appeared to be interested. “I have nothing to say.” I mumbled, trying to push past him. No avail. “Move, Embry.” I sighed. 

“You have to talk to me.” He pleaded, ducking down to force me to look at him. His hands grabbed my arms, pulling a wince from me when he gripped me just a little too tightly. “Just talk to me.” 

“No, Embry.” I growled, pushing against his chest to try and free myself. “I’m not interested in — hey!” Suddenly, the world was upside down. He flipped me over his shoulder, keeping a tight grip on my legs to stabilize me as I swayed back and forth. “Put me down!”

“See ya guys,” he waved, turning to back out of the door. Though I couldn’t see his face, I could almost imagine the smug smirk on his face when he realized he definitely had the upper hand.

“No, Embry — Kim!” I pleaded, desperately looking at Kim for help.

My friend stood, hand pressed to her mouth as her lips cracked into an amused smile. “You two look ridiculous.” She laughed. 

“Thank’s a lot.” I growled venomously, moving to pound a fist against Embry’s back. “Let me go!” I demanded as we exited the house into the cold night. 

“You DDing, Seth?” Embry asked into the darkness as he maneuvered me into the backseat of a car. “Can you take us back to my place?” Seth looked over at Embry as he climbed into the back, sticking his head out of the window. I huffed in frustration.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” I leaned forward, looking up at Seth through the windshield. “Seth, could you take me home, please?” I was trying to be sweet, but I was certain I sounded just about anything but polite. 

“Just go to my house.” Embry ordered, trying to keep me from punching him in the face. I reared my fist back again and caught him in the jaw, momentarily pleased when he hissed out in pain. 

“I don’t know man ..” Seth said slowly, watching the pair of us struggle as he slowly opened the drivers door. 

“Imprint trump, now go!” Without another word, Seth slid into his seat, pulled the car into drive and turned left out of the driveway. Once another house came into view shortly after, and the car had stopped, Embry thanked Seth curtly and pulled me from the backseat; then, flipped me over his shoulder. Again. 

“You’re such a pain!” I screamed when the door closed behind us, trying to wiggle around in his grip to toss him off balance. Also no luck. It was like he had barely been drinking.

“Would you stop it?” He growled, moving around the house to flick on lights as he traveled down the hall. I felt dizzy. 

“You can’t just kidnap me, Embry.” I started, slapping his back again. “We haven’t even been on one date and you’re acting like we’re supposed to be married.”

“We did go on a date.” 

“I don’t know if you know, but that was not a date. And if it was, that was the worst date I’m sure anyone has ever been on.” 

He opened the door to what appeared to be his room, and flung me onto the bed. “You can sleep it off,” he huffed, turning to leave the bedroom. He paused in the doorway, his shoulders lifting with each heaving breath he took. “We’ll talk in the morning. Everything’s gonna be fine.” 

When the door opened again, I screamed in frustration, fists crashing against the bed frame. “You can’t do this!” I yelled. There was nothing I wanted more than to share with Embry what everyone else around me did. That’s what made the next words painful. “I don’t belong to you!” 

Embry spun around, fists shaking at his sides, veins popping from his neck. His chest was heaving, eyes burning brightly. 

“No, I belong to you!” 

We stopped. My eyes traveled to his face as the vibrations slowly came to a halt and his breathing slowed. His eyes were darting between my lips and my eyes, the lines in his forehead smoothing. 

“I belong to you.” He whispered this time, bringing a hand up to slide through my hair, gripping tightly onto the roots and finally, bringing my lips to his. The electricity numbed my mouth, my tongue tasting peppermint and whiskey as he eagerly parted my lips. My hands slid up around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel more. 

Our mouths moved together; desperate, eager and impatient. As though we were filling what craving we had both needed and wanted for so long, as though we were insatiable. I understood what it meant now, the comparison of people to narcotics. Embry was my drug of choice, and this was my high. It was the only high I wanted to feel for the rest of my life, I couldn’t imagine anything better.

[honeybunnybeez]

IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[sankyeom]

tattle-tale | l.sy

pairings: lee sangyeon x reader genre: teacher au, tooth-rotting fluff summary: in which teacher!sangyeon has a crush on teacher!you and anonymously leaves little gifts for you on your desk, only to one day be caught by your entire class word count: 5.9k series: sankyeom’s 2k followers celebration

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You loved your job, you really did.

Teaching little kids all day long was an absolute joy for you. But if you said recess wasn’t your favourite time of the day, you’d definitely be lying. “Finally,” you groaned as you took a seat on a sofa in the teacher’s lounge, a large cup of coffee in your hand as you closed your eyes.

Sangyeon, Jacob and Hyunjae – three teachers at your school that you considered close friends – shared knowing smiles. “Rough morning?” Jacob asked.

“I love my students,” you said, eyes still closed. “But they can be little devils sometimes.”

Hyunjae burst into laughter as Jacob and Sangyeon grinned. “They can’t be that bad?”

You opened your eyes to observe your colleagues. “It’s Emma’s birthday today. She brought cake for the entire class, and they ate the entire thing within the first ten minutes of first period,” you recalled in a monotone voice.

Jacob winced. “Sugar rush?” he guessed.

“You have no idea,” you complained, having flashbacks to your students running around the classroom and causing absolute chaos. “I would literally kill for some coffee. Or at least maim.”

Hyunjae pointed at your mug. “What do you call that?” he teased.

“Terrible teacher lounge coffee that hasn’t been warm for, like, an hour,” you observed as you took a sip of your coffee. Then, you winced and pushed the mug away from you. “I may be desperate for a good caffeine fix, but I’m not that desperate,” you mumbled as you got up to toss the contents of your mug down the sink.

Sangyeon’s eyes trailed after your retreating figure, a mindless smile on his face as he observed the way you glared at your, now empty, mug in disgust as if it had betrayed you. His gaze drew towards Jacob when his colleague cleared his throat, a knowing look in his and Hyunjae’s eyes as Sangyeon gave them an innocent smile. “Are you ever going to ask her out?” Jacob asked with a lowered voice.

Although he knew he had been caught, Sangyeon still made his attempt at playing innocent. “Ask who out?”

Hyunjae rolled his eyes. “Don’t pretend. You’re a really bad liar and you’re just way too obviously in love with Teacher Y/n,” he said, imitating your students when they call out to you.

Despite his best efforts, Sangyeon couldn’t hide the blush that appeared on his cheeks. As he opened his mouth to protest, you took your seat on the sofa opposite the trio, muttering to yourself about terrible coffee. Noticing the shift in atmosphere, you raised an eyebrow at your colleagues. “Did something happen while I was gone?” you wondered.

“No,” the three men chorused, which only made you more suspicious of them. With a shrug, you dismissed their odd behaviour, deciding that it was best not to pursue your curiosity. “So Y/n, did you ever find out who your secret admirer is?” Hyunjae wondered.

A small pout appeared on your lips. “No,” you sighed, clasping your hands together to rest on your knees.

For a few months now, you had been receiving little gifts on your desk when you stepped out of your classroom for your breaks or free periods. At first, they were just little things that lifted your mood in the middle of the day; sticky notes with funny faces and encouraging quotes, or small gummy and snack packets to give you energy at the end of your long day.

Then, the gifts started becoming a little more personal.

A gift certificate to your favourite coffee chain, packs of stickers or staples that you just so happened to be running out of, muffins from your favourite bakery, and even a beautiful leather-bound journal that you had mentioned you wanted to a few friends and coworkers.

You didn’t know who the gifts were from, but you desperately wanted to meet them.

Not only did they brighten your day every single time you got a new gift, but they seemed to be presents that were specifically purchased for you.

“Has anybody else been getting gifts?” you inquired.

“Not as far as I know,” Jacob denied, Hyunjae and Sangyeon humming in agreement. “Besides, aren’t the gifts all perfect for you?”

You nodded. “Most of them are things that I vaguely mentioned, or silently pined after. Sometimes they’re just little pick-me-ups like snacks, but they still seem to know my taste perfectly.”

Jacob smiled. “That’s kind of romantic,” he mused, causing Sangyeon to choke on the water he had been sipping. He coughed, leaning forward to place his mug down, and covered his mouth as he tried to catch his breath. You, Hyunjae and Jacob gave him looks of concern, which he immediately waved off.

“I’m good,” Sangyeon assured the three of you. “You-“ he coughed. “You think it’s romantic?”

“Of course!” Jacob said cheerily. “Gifts that fit her taste without ever revealing who sent them… A secret admirer. Super romantic,” he assured his friend, sending him a subtle wink when you weren’t looking.

“I just wish I could repay them somehow,” you sighed. “I feel like they make my days easier and I don’t even have a way to thank them.”

“I’m sure they’ll reveal themselves with time,” Hyunjae told you, probably in an attempt to cheer you up. “Maybe they’re just a little shy.”

“Maybe,” you echoed half-heartedly. The bell rung, indicating that recess was over and class would start again in five minutes.

“Coming?” Sangyeon asked, standing up to walk you to your classroom. Your classrooms were in the same corridor, even though Sangyeon taught fourth grade and you taught second.

You shook your head. “My kids have Gym right now, so I have a free,” you said. “I have some grading to do, so I’m just going to hang out here.”

“Not going to hunt for a better cup of coffee?” Sangyeon teased, copying the horrified face you made when you took a sip of the cold teacher’s lounge coffee.

With a laugh, you merely shook your head. “I’m too lazy to leave campus. Plus, I should probably cut down on my caffeine consumption anyway.”

“Right,” Hyunjae nodded. “I’ll remind you of that in three hours when it’s lunchtime and you’re completely worn-out from your seven-year-old students,” he said, saluting you in lieu of a goodbye. You waved to him, Jacob and Sangyeon as they left the lounge, taking out your bag to get to grading your students’ tests.

Since they were only second graders, the grading wasn’t exactly difficult, just time-consuming. By the time the bell rang to indicate Gym class had ended, you had just finished all of their maths tests. After stretching, you made your way over to your classroom so that you could be there before your students changed after Gym class.

Entering your classroom, you could already feel a bit of fatigue kicking in, and you cursed yourself for not getting a cup of coffee after all. Before you could wallow in your regret any further, you noticed the paper take-away cup on your desk. The bright blue sticky note on the cup instantly brought a smile to your face.

Don’t let the little devils wear you down too much. x

You picked the cup up, delighted that the coffee was still warm to the touch and relishing in the taste as you took a sip. “Secret admirer, you must be from heaven,” you muttered, grateful that your secret admirer had gone out of their way to make sure you were properly caffeinated.

“Teacher Y/n!” someone shouted, barreling into your classroom. Several students trailed behind, giving you similar greetings coupled with large beams.

“How was Gym?” you asked, putting your coffee down and listening to your students’ excited stories about who won the dodgeball game that day. “Well while you guys were having fun, I was working very hard to grade your math tests! Do you want to see how you did?”

Their cheers were enough for you to burst into laughter as you took their papers out of your test. “Teacher Y/n,” one of your students, Minho, raised his hand with big eyes.

The sight was absolutely adorable. “Yes, Minho?” you smiled.

“What did your secret Santa give you today?” he asked.

“Secret Santa is for Christmas time,” you corrected. “The person leaving me presents is just a nice friend,” you explained.

“Okay,” Minho nodded, eagerly absorbing your words. “What did your nice friend give you?”

“Something warm to drink,” you explained, pointing in the direction of your take-away cup before handing the seven-year-old his test back. “The teacher’s lounge has coffee but the coffee from my friend is from my favourite store.”

“Do we know your friend?” Sana, a little girl who always wore pigtails and a huge smile, asked.

“I think so,” you mused. “They work here at school.”

“Who is it?” she wondered. “Is it your boyfriend?”

You laughed. “It’s not my boyfriend,” you assured Sana. “I actually don’t know who it is yet. It’s a mystery.”

“Like Sherlock Holmes,” Minho piped up.

“Yes, like Sherlock Holmes,” you agreed.

“We can try and solve the mystery together, then!” the boy decided. “We just need to look at the clues.”

“Alright,” you allowed, having finished handing out the tests. “We can do that after we go over this test. Does anybody have any questions on the test that they didn’t understand?”

“That’s adorable,” Hyunjae laughed as you told him, Sangyeon, and Jacob about your students’ interest in your secret admirer. The four of you were sat outside at one of the picnic tables to enjoy the last few days of sunshine that autumn had to offer you. “Did they come up with anything?”

“They actually did,” you admitted. Sangyeon’s back straightened abruptly, curious about what your students figured out. “They decided that it’s definitely a teacher.”

“Really?” Sangyeon exclaimed, earning a weird look from Jacob and Hyunjae. “What makes them think that?”

“Well, I always get a little post-it note with all of my gifts,” you explained with a laugh. “And who uses post-it notes?”

“Teachers,” your three colleagues chorused.

“That’s pretty decent detective work,” Jacob complimented.

“My class certainly liked to think so,” you allowed, amused. “Anyway, my theory is that the admirer really is a teacher,” you added. “I doubt anyone other than other teachers have heard me talk about my favourite cafe, or which of my stationary is running low. I only ever talk about those kind of things in the teacher’s lounge or when I’m on lunch duty.”

“Sherlock Holmes indeed,” Hyunjae grinned, eyes crinkling at the outer corners. “Any theories on who it is?”

You sighed, shoulder drooping. “None at all,” you confessed. “Makes me feel kind of pathetic.”

“Hey, you’re not pathetic,” Jacob denied, putting his hand on your shoulder. “A little slow? Maybe. But certainly not pathetic,” you laughed, pleased at Jacob’s attempt to make you feel better.

“Teacher Y/n!” you heard Sana’s familiar voice as she ran up to you from the playground, her best friend Emma trailing after her.

“Hi girls,” you greeted. “Are you enjoying your lunch?” the two girls nodded.

“Emma, it’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” Sangyeon recalled from your rant at recess. The girl’s eyes lit up at his question, prompting her to nod her head excitedly.

“I’m turning eight,” she told him proudly.

Sangyeon beamed at her excitement, a fond look in his eyes. “Well I hope you have a wonderful birthday, Emma. You’ll have to tell me what presents you get when you come to school tomorrow,” he asked, which she immediately agreed to.

“I will, Teacher Sangyeon!” she promised.

Suddenly impatient, Sana crossed her arms. “Teacher Y/n, is Teacher Jacob your nice friend?” she wondered, pointing to where Jacob sat across from you.

“He’s a nice teacher friend, but he’s not the one who’s leaving me gifts,” you explained to the two girls. “Why do you ask?”

“We saw him touch your shoulder,” Sana explained. “We thought that meant he was your nice friend.”

“Sadly, you have the wrong guy,” Jacob said with a shrug. “But I’m going to try to help Teacher Y/n to find out who her nice teacher friend is. You guys already did a great job at helping her,” he added. Sana and Emma looked proud at the thought before they said their goodbyes, rushing off to grab the vacant swings before anybody else did.

“They’re so cute,” Hyunjae almost whined. “Why did I decide to teach sixth grade? Those kids aren’t cute anymore, they’re just savage.”

You grinned at the idea of Hyunjae being lightheartedly bullied by his twelve-year-old students. “You adore those kids, don’t lie to me,” you retorted. “And they’re still plenty cute.”

“They’re not that cute in sixth grade,” he denied, pointing in the direction Emma and Sana went. “And they don’t look at me with big, adorable eyes, or cling on to every word I say.”

“That’s just Y/n,” Sangyeon told them, smiling to himself as he dug into lunch. “My students are just two years older, and they don’t do any of those things to me.”

“You’re being modest,” you argued. “Emma looked at you like you told her she was the most special girl in the world when you remembered her birthday.”

“Maybe because it’s her birthday,” Sangyeon allowed, looking up from his food to smile at you. “But they look at you like that every single day. And it’s not just your students, either.”

His compliment made you blush.

The gifts started coming on a daily basis after the day you got a cup of coffee.

Almost every time you had a free period, a fresh cup of coffee would wait for you when you returned to your classroom, and sometimes baked treats from your favourite bakery would accompany it.

You tried staying in your classroom to see who your gift fairy was, but on days you stayed your admirer never came. It was almost as if they knew every move you were making; like they had heard it before or could somehow read your mind.

“Is one of you giving out my plans?” you questioned your colleagues one day.

Hyunjae simply raised an eyebrow at you. “Explain.”

So you did: “I feel like my secret admirer is always a step ahead of me,” you mumbled. “If I ever wait for them, they don’t show up, and if I send students ahead to wait in the classroom, they still don’t show up. I don’t know how they do it.”

“Maybe it’s one of us,” Jacob said, causing Sangyeon to send a small kick to his ankle as a warning. Hyunjae snorted, covering it up by pretending to cough. “Have you ever considered that?”

“I hadn’t, actually,” you realised absent-mindedly. “But if it was one of you guys then you’d just tell me.”

“Sure,” Hyunjae nodded. “Eventually.”

“Right,” you said, as if this was enough evidence to suggest it couldn’t be Hyunjae, Jacob, or Sangyeon. “So I’m back to square one.”

The bell rang, indicating the end of recess, and you stood up to go back to your classroom. “I love art class,” you sighed as you waved your goodbyes to Hyunjae and Jacob, and made your way to your classroom with Sangyeon. “It’s the only time they get to be rowdy and excited and I don’t have to make them calm down.”

Sangyeon laughed. “Sounds nice,” he agreed.

“What do you have next?” you asked.

“I’m free, actually,” Sangyeon said. “I always have a free after recess.”

“How come you’re always rushing off, then?” you wondered, since he had never sat with you in the teacher’s lounge during recess.

“I use it as my lesson-planning time, which I prefer to do in my classroom because I’m always forgetting little things that I need,” he admitted.

“Well you should hang out with me in the lounge some time,” you offered. “It has terrible coffee but I hear I’m pretty good company,” you joke, stopping at your classroom.

“I might take you up on that,” Sangyeon grinned, winking at you before he made his way to his classroom a few doors down.

You cursed yourself for feeling shy at his wink. Sure, Sangyeon was incredibly handsome. But you had enough to worry about with your secret admirer; you didn’t need a schoolgirl crush on one of your closest colleagues to top it all off.

You sighed. “Control yourself, Y/n,” you muttered to yourself, entering your classroom and starting to hand out the worksheets for the period.

You regretted ever saying that you loved art class.

After a sugar-filled recess, your class was more hyper than you had ever seen them and there was nothing that could be done to stop them. You had attempted multiple times to get them to listen to music or talk quietly, even going as far as to threaten them with staying on after lunch time to make up for the time lost during art class. You were about to lose your patience out of pure irritation and frustration when a knock sounded on the door of your classroom.

Sangyeon’s head popped in, a look of mild concern on his face. “Y/n, is everything okay?” he asked.

“Not really,” you admitted, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to curb your oncoming headache. “They won’t calm down. I’ve tried literally everything I can think of.”

“Mind if I give it a try?” he asked, earning an enthusiastic nod and a grateful smile from you. Sangyeon let himself in and stood at the front of the room. “Hi everyone!” he greeted loudly, causing your students to start to quiet down at the sight of a new face. “Thanks for waiting to start art class until I came,” he smiled, as if he was supposed to be there all along. “I’m Teacher Sangyeon from the fourth grade class down the hall.”

“He teaches big kids,” you heard Emma whisper to her desk mate. Cute.

“Teacher Y/n was just telling me how advanced and mature her second graders are. She even thought that I could come and teach them a little bit of fourth grade art since you’re all so far ahead,” Sangyeon complimented.

Gasps rang around the room, and you couldn’t be more grateful to him in that moment. “But you guys were pretty noisy when I came in. I’m not sure if you guys are really mature enough,” he trailed off, a look of concern on his face.

“We are!” Sana exclaimed, shushing her classmates with a stern expression. “We promise we are!”

“Well...” Sangyeon pretended to think for a moment. “If you guys can promise to be calm and good listeners, maybe I can still teach you like I teach fourth grade art. But only if you’re well behaved.”

In that moment, you were almost as entranced by Sangyeon as your students were.

Sangyeon took their silence as a promise and made his way over to your whiteboard, writing down his name and a few bullet points down. Then, he began to talk about being in the fourth grade and how different things would be from the second grade. He spoke with an air of confidence and kindness that made you realise why he became a teacher, and why all of his students loved him so much.

He was patient and informative without being condescending, and he took any questions and comments happily at any given moment. Sangyeon was definitely in his element, and it made him glow with relaxed joy.

You had always thought Sangyeon was attractive, but this was on a different level. He commanded the attention of all of your students and the way he just swooped in, giving up his entire free period to help you, made your heart swell with something akin to admiration. Sangyeon had your students giggling at his cheesy comments, and you found yourself smiling along with them, just as enchanted by him as your students were.

When he was done teaching, your students looked at him in awe and their eyes were dripping with respect and admiration. He dismissed them to lunch with your approval, and you practically leapt onto him when all your students left.

“Woah, what did I do to deserve that?” he wondered, wrapping his arms around you to return your hug nonetheless.

“Saved my class, and myself from a migraine,” you replied, sighing in relief. “Thank you, Sangyeon. Really. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I appreciate this,” you acknowledged, squeezing your eyes shut to relish in the hug. Sangyeon tightened his grip on you and sighed back, butterflies fluttering around his stomach.

Maybe he should just tell you that he’s your secret admirer, he considered.

“Of course, Y/n. You know that I’m always here if you need anything,” he said instead, pulling away from your hug to offer you a genuine smile. He wasn’t ready yet.

“I do,” you agreed with a nod. “And I can help you out anytime as well. Thank you. Let me buy you coffee or something as a proper thank you,” you offered, grabbing your bag without letting him reply.

“Not everyone is as obsessed with caffeine as you are,” Sangyeon retorted, gently nudging you with his hip to tease you.

“Hey, until they start selling it in an IV bag, I’m going to have to get my caffeine the old fashion way. C’mon, coffee shop three blocks away. My treat,” you smiled hopefully, holding up your wallet to jokingly entice him.

Sangyeon broke out into a large smile, eyes shaped like crescent moons. “I would love that,” he agreed, starting to erase his notes on the whiteboard as you clapped.

You watched him. “Your handwriting is beautiful,” you complimented, seeing the letters disappear. “I feel like I’ve seen it before,” you thought aloud, wondering why it looked so familiar.

“Really?” Sangyeon said, eyes wide as he sped up his process of erasing his lettering. “Probably in the yearbook or something.”

“Probably,” you dismissed the thought with a smile. “Now let’s go get our coffee on.”

After Sangyeon saved your art class, and your head from a brutal migraine, he started spending more time with you during your mutual free periods. Usually, you sat in silence in the teacher’s lounge as you did any grading or class prep that needed to be done, but with Sangyeon’s presence, your free periods were much more colourful and laidback.

Sangyeon had a lighthearted way about him; everything he said was assuring kind, and didn’t fail to make your heart flutter. Usually, you only ever spent time with Sangyeon when Jacob and Hyunjae were around, but being alone with Sangyeon was a different situation entirely. You had always known he was handsome and considerate, but he exuded a different kind of energy when he wasn’t surrounded by your friends.

As he sat next to you at one of the tables in the teacher’s lounge before the school day started, you couldn’t help but admire his profile; he was practically flawless. He had a long, slender nose and high cheekbones that made Sangyeon look more angular than soft. His deep brown eyes and pillow-soft lips-

“Y/n?” you snapped out of your trail of thoughts, realising that you had been blatantly staring at your coworker. Sangyeon gave you a concerned look. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine!” you promised, clearing your throat and adjusting your shirt to give your hands something to do. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

The bell chimed, indicating that the school day would begin soon. You and Sangyeon stood up from your chairs and started collecting your papers. “I was just saying that I can’t stay with you during my free, I have some errands to run,” he explained, giving you a wave before he ran off to grab something from his car before class started.

You rose an eyebrow. “I don’t have a free today,” you mumbled to yourself, making your way to your classroom to start your first period class.

Sangyeon grinned, lifting the flower bouquet in his hand to smell the fragrant flowers once more, relishing in their sweet scent. You had told him about a little flower shop nearby that you noticed the other day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to buy yourself flowers because it felt a little embarrassing. Since you had a free today, Sangyeon figured it would be the perfect time to buy you some flowers and give them to you.

Anonymously, of course.

As Sangyeon snuck past the teacher’s lounge, he saw your bag on one of the chairs and quickened his steps so that you wouldn’t spot him as he made his way to your classroom. Checking the hallway, Sangyeon entered your classroom as quietly as he could as to not alert any other classes of his presence.

As carefully as he could, Sangyeon closed the door behind him and let out a relieved sigh when it silently shut. Smiling, he turned around to put the flowers on your desk.

Only to be met with the little faces of your entire class.

Sangyeon’s mouth fell open in shock, his eyes widening simultaneously as he realised the situation.

“Teacher Sangyeon,” Emma exclaimed, waving excitedly at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, hi class,” Sangyeon greeted awkwardly, making his way towards your desk. “I’m just leaving Teacher Y/n a little surprise, that’s all.”

Minho gasped. “You’re her nice friend that’s leaving her presents!” he realised, pointing his little finger at Sangyeon.

Knowing he was caught, Sangyeon nodded, hurriedly pulling a blue post-it note from his shirt pocket and writing you a little message to go with your flowers. “Yes, I am. But I would really like it if you guys could keep it a secret between us?” he pleaded. “Since I know you guys are so mature and clever.”

He knew that appealing to seven-year-olds’ will to be grown up was a low blow, but he didn’t have much time before you would return to your class.

“Of course,” Sana nodded her head. “We’ll keep your secret. Teacher Y/n is looking for her bag, she’ll be back any minute now!”

Sangyeon thanked her for her warning, giving your students a little wave before he darted out of the classroom and rushed to his own.

That was close. And he was probably screwed.

“Okay class, thank you so much for being patient,” you exclaimed, entering your classroom with your bag. “I’m sorry I left you guys to grab my bag but I’m so proud of you all being so mature and understanding,” you buttered up your students, feeling guilty for running around school like a mad person trying to find your bag.

“Teacher Y/n!” Minho raised his hand as far in the air as he could. “We know who your nice friend is!”

You froze in place from where you were writing on the whiteboard, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “You do?” you echoed.

“Hey,” Sana cried out. “We’re not supposed to tell!”

That’s interesting. You knew that if whoever your secret admirer was had convinced your class to keep their identity a secret, it meant that your class trusted and respected them.

“I don’t care,” Minho retorted, crossing his arms. “We’re supposed to be Sherlock Holmes and help Teacher Y/n, remember?”

You smiled; those kids were truly too cute.

“Oh,” Sana seemed to be struggling with making up her mind. “Well, I suppose you’re right. We did promise Teacher Y/n first.”

“Was my nice friend here?” you asked, spotting the bouquet of flowers on your desk, accompanied by the usual blue post-it note you received with all your gifts.

“He was,” Minho nodded. “Teacher Sangyeon came while we were waiting for you and he brought your flowers.”

Something fluttered in your stomach, excitement at the revelation of your secret admirer making your heart pound just slightly faster. “He did?” you said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

“And he wrote you a note with a blue post-it!” Emma added. “We were right! Your nice friend is a teacher.”

You smiled, picturing Sangyeon trying to convince your students to keep his secret. He must have snuck in because he thought I had a free period, you realised. “Well, you guys are very good detectives,” you complimented. “Just like Sherlock Holmes.”

When you dismissed your students for lunch, you couldn’t help but sit at your desk as they all filed out to admire the flowers. It was a beautiful mixture of white roses, pink peonies, and beautiful green and purple wildflowers. The post-it note must have been more rushed than usual, because it had a simple message that said he hoped you liked the flowers instead of their usual buttery, warm message of encouragement.

No wonder Sangyeon’s handwriting looked so familiar, you thought as you traced the letters on the post-it note with your pointer finger. The loops of his lettering perfectly replicated those that were written on the whiteboard when he helped you with your art class a few weeks ago.

After assigning your students their work for the last class, you couldn’t help your mind from wandering to Sangyeon, and how you should confront him about being your secret admirer. Making up your mind, you got up from your chair and plucked the flowers and post-it note from your desk before exiting your classroom and walking down the hall.

Knocking on the door of Sangyeon’s classroom, you waited patiently for him to greet you at the door. “Y/n,” his eyes lit up when he recognised that it was you. “Come in, you don’t need to knock,” Sangyeon ushered you in, opening to door for you.

“Thanks,” you smiled, stepping inside. “So, I got another gift from my admirer,” you told him, holding up the flowers. “If I can even call them an admirer.”

“Why shouldn’t they admire you,” Sangyeon said with a small shrug, moving to wipe his whiteboard.

“Say,” you began, holding up the post-it note. “This looks a lot like your handwriting.”

Sangyeon dropped the whiteboard eraser with a loud clatter, cursing quietly before apologising for the noise and going to pick it up. “Oh, um, really?” he wondered, panic rising in his chest.

“Really,” you confirmed, making your way next to him and holding up the post-it for you both to compare to the white board. “See? Your lettering is super similar,” you said, as if you didn’t already know that Sangyeon was your secret admirer.

“Huh,” Sangyeon hummed. “Weird.”

“Isn’t it?” you agreed, smiling. “These flowers are beautiful though, aren’t they?”

Feeling nervous, Sangyeon only gave you a weak smile. “As long as you think so…”

“They’re from that little flower shop I was telling you about the other day,” you told him, recognising the name of the shop on the ribbon that held the bouquet together. “Isn’t that ironic? That they got the flowers from there.”

“Well it’s only a few blocks away so I’m sure other people know about it,” Sangyeon retorted, pretending to go through the papers on his desk to act as if his heart wasn’t beating at the sound of a tuba.

“I also got coffee from my favourite cafe, pastries from my favourite bakery, and any piece of stationary that I complained to you about being low on,” you listed off the different gifts you had received.

Sangyeon opened his mouth to retort, but when he lifted his head to meet your eyes, he knew immediately that he had been caught. “You know, don’t you?” Sangyeon mumbled, red flushing the tips of his cheeks and ears.

“Minho ratted you out,” you confessed, not wanting to take credit for figuring it out.

Sangyeon laughed. “Tattle-tale,” he muttered, eyes gleaming with mischief. “So you were just having fun, teasing me as if you were figuring it all out right in front of me?”

“Hey,” you exclaimed. “I figured the handwriting thing out on my own.”

“Really?”

“No. I just connected the dots after Minho told on you,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. Sangyeon chuckled, picturing your class telling on him as you lean back against his desk. “I’m glad it’s you,” you revealed, making Sangyeon smile shyly at you.

“How come?” he wondered.

“Well, you’re pretty cute,” you teased, earning an eye-roll from Sangyeon. “And you’re just… I don’t know. You’re really special. The way you interact with your students and how you never fail to give up your free time to help me, or keep me company…” you trailed off, noticing how a more serious expression fell across Sangyeon’s face. “Why didn’t you tell me that it’s you?”

“I didn’t know if you wanted it to be me,” Sangyeon said, tucking his hands into his pant pockets. “You’re one of the most loved teachers at this school, by the students and the faculty. You’re funny, and kind, and beautiful, and I thought you were out of reach.”

“I’m not out of reach,” you shook your head, moving closer to the brunet man. “Not at all.”

“And you’re really happy that it’s me?” he wondered.

“Hm,” you pretended to think. “Let me get back to you on that one,” you teased. “Yes Sangyeon, I’m really happy that it’s you.” Sangyeon beamed, pleased with your response. “That’s your cue.”

“My cue?” he asked.

“Yes, your cue,” you emphasised, trailing your hands up his chest to play with his tie. An understanding look filled his eyes and Sangyeon leant down to kiss you, closing his eyes as you felt each other’s breath against your faces.

The door to Sangyeon’s classroom opened noisily.

“Yo, we were just-“ Hyunjae’s shriek cut off Jacob’s words as the pair realised the position that you and Sangyeon were in.

“Guys, you can’t do that during school hours!” Hyunjae exclaimed, looking scandalised. “Jacob, I’ll cover your eyes and you cover mine,” he said dramatically, causing the two of them to flail about in an attempt to cover each other’s eyes with their hands.

You rolled your eyes, releasing Sangyeon’s tie and leaning back with a sigh. Sangyeon gave you a sheepish smile but cast your friends an exasperated look. “You guys are lame,” you accused.

Jacob laughed, releasing Hyunjae. “So you finally figured it out?”

“I wish. Some little tattle-tales told me all about it after catching him,” you motion to Sangyeon.

Hyunjae cackled. “Genius. C’mon, let’s get lunch. I’m starving,” he moved on quickly, uninterested in your new relationship with Sangyeon. “No kissing on school grounds, either. Let’s go,” he cheered, marching out with Jacob in tow.

You laughed, always amused by your coworkers and friends. “Let’s get lunch,” you agreed with Hyunjae, sending Sangyeon a smile.

As you moved away, Sangyeon caught your arm and gently pulled you back. “School hours are over in two periods,” he reminded you with a cheeky smile.

“Dinner?” you offered, earning a nod.

“I’d be crazy not to go,” Sangyeon exaggerated. “You’re paying, though. I’ve bought you enough food and drinks to last at least a few dinner dates,” he winked.

Laughing, you nodded, pulling him out of his classroom by his hand. “It’s a deal.”

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[marvelatthetwilight]

Good to be home.

A/N: Just a quick one while I sort out some follow up pieces.

You had missed your brother immensely in the 5 years since you had been home. You were 7 when your mom left, and your dad moved you both back to La Push hoping that being back at the reservation would help you both, growing up as part of a community. Your dad gradually grew distant, starting to drink more and more. Sometimes he could be gone for days at a time, leaving the two of you to fend for yourselves. You relied on each other for everything. It was a shock when, at 13, your dad decided you should go back to Tacoma and stay with your grandparents, claiming that he couldn’t care for two teenagers, and that your brother was “easier” to deal with.

And so, the two of you were separated. Partners in crime, peas in a pod, best friends, ripped apart.

When your grandparents passed away, you finally had the money and the means to move back to La Push, reuniting you and your brother Paul once again.

~~~

“Y/N Lahote as I live and breathe!” Jared Cameron came bounding over to your car as you pulled up to the address Paul sent you.

“Paul has NOT stopped talking about you coming home, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so excited” Jared smiled as he opened up the passenger door and helped you with your bags.

“Jared, you look so grown up! You used to be so weedy! What happened?” You stared incredulously at him, he had grown at least a foot since you last saw him, had filled out and become muscular, nothing like the Jared you were expecting to see.

“Ha! If you think that’s something, just wait until you see your brother.”

You followed him into the house which you understood to be Emily and Sam’s. They had offered to let you stay with them whilst Paul was still finishing his house he was building for himself and Rachel.

As you entered the kitchen you were greeted with a hug from Emily, you recognised her from the photos Paul had sent you over the years. Emily was closely followed by Kim, and then Rachel, who you had spoken to on the phone almost everyday since you had planned to return home.

“Y/N! We are all SO excited to see you! Paul and I have so many plans for us!” Rachel jumped with joy, excited to spend time with her new “sister”.

“So where is my brother? I was expecting him outside waiting considering the amount he has been bothering me with questions about my arrival this week” Rachel looks over at Emily before saying; “he’s out doing some errands with Embry and Sam, they will be back soon, let’s get you settled!”

They gesture for Jared to help with your bags, and he picks them up with ease before leading the way to the guest room.

“This is going to be so hard keeping everything from Y/N if she is staying here, it’s going to be right under her nose. The boys aren’t subtle at all.” Emily whispers to Rachel.

“I know but that’s why we are in charge of keeping her busy! At least until Paul’s house is ready, then it’ll be easier.” Rachel replies as she starts walking towards the guest room, not realising that you had hung back to ask Emily a question away from Jared, unintentionally hearing their conversation.

~~~

An hour later you are in the kitchen at Emily’s dining table, bonding with the girls over your love of cooking, discussing your favourite bands. But you couldn’t stop thinking about what you had overheard. What were they keeping from you?

At that moment, Paul appeared at the door, an enormous smile on his face.

“Y/N!!!!!!!” He ran towards you, lifting you from your seat, into a bear hug. Oh how you had missed his hugs. Although you don’t remember them being this warm.

“I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am that you’re here, I have so many plans, we can go to the beach, go for a hike, I can show you the house, you can choose how to decorate your room..”

“Maybe give Y/N a chance to process what you’re saying before you keep going there Paul. I’m Sam, it’s so good to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you” Sam holds out his hand for you to shake, you choosing to ignore that and pulling him in for a hug instead. Woah, it’s not just Paul who feels like he’s burning up. They’re like heaters.

“Obviously I have to hug the man who’s helped my brother out so much. Thank you for everything you’ve done.” Sam smiles at this, before turning his attention to Emily, pulling her in for a hug and peppering her face with kisses.

“...thanks for running off Paul, Sam can you please explain to this idiot that just because he’s one of the fastest wolves in the pack doesn’t mean he needs to run at full speed all the time?!...oh...erm...” everyone’s heads turn to face the two new people who have appeared at the door, seemingly unaware of your presence until it was too late.

Paul’s face turns red with anger, you recognise this quickly from the stories he had told you over the years. Rachel is quickly to his side, arms around his waist, forcing his eyes to her own, speaking to him softly and calming him down.

You look again to the two men still standing in the doorway.

“Erm...hi. I’m Quil, and this idiot is Embry. Sorry, we forgot you were coming today Y/N, please ignore Embry, we have a running joke with Emily calling us all wolves because we act like a pack and we eat her out of house and home”. He laughs unnaturally at this, glancing at the others who join in, catching on that this should be funny.

You smile tightly at him, something is definitely up here. Then you turn your attention to the guy you now know to be Embry. You vaguely remember Embry and Quil from school, friends of Jacob Black’s, you were in the same year but not friends, but you don’t remember him looking like this. Why are all of Paul’s friends so muscly and tall? You definitely didn’t remember Embry being this handsome, he definitely would have stood out more. It’s like Sam has a type for his friends, another thing to add to your list of suspicions, as well as this bizarre reference to wolves. What is going on?

You realise that Embry is staring at you, his eyes are unfocused and he looks like he has completely zoned out. You cough slightly, drawing him out of his trance, attention back to you. His eyes are soft and warm, his face breaks out into a huge smile as he reaches out his hand.

“Hi, it’s so good to see you again Y/N, we’ve heard so much about your time away, erm, I’m Embry.”

You take his hand in yours, he’s so warm, why are they all so warm?

“I remember you Embry. You, Jake and Quil were like the three musketeers, always together!”

Embry smiles at the fact you remember him, and nods his head at your statement.

“We still are, don’t know what I would do without them!”

A growl sounds out from across the room, a quick cough coming from Sam stops the growl suddenly. You turn to see Paul, still with Rachel wrapped around his waist trying to calm him, shooting daggers at Embry.

“Oh this is great! I am SO looking forward to you getting out of this one Embry!” Jared laughs and claps Embry on the back.

“Paul, Embry, outside now” Sam states sternly, the two men quickly following him out of the house. You follow them with your eyes until they disappear into the tree line.

Everyone looks awkwardly at each other, before Emily suggests you help her with dinner. You agree, nodding, hoping that someone at some point will explain to you what the hell is going on.

~~~

The guys finally return an hour later, both Paul and Embry smiling as they playfully push each other walking back towards the house.

“Paul’s let him off far too lightly. I wanted Embry to at least come back with some bites...” Jared stops as Kim nudges him in the ribs.

“Can we speak to you outside Y/N?” Paul says, giving you a look and motioning outside.

You follow him out, and they both walk a bit away from the house towards the open space behind them.

~~~

You now find yourself standing next to Embry, a giant grey wolf standing in front of you.

Apparently, they really are all wolves, and you vaguely remember stories like this when you lived in La Push when you were younger. You just assumed they were nonsense, just silly stories to keep people in line with the threat of wolves and cold ones.

But they were all true. So this is what everyone was keeping from you? But, if they were going to tell you anyway, why was this all a big secret?

You turn to Embry, to see him watching your face carefully. His cheeks flush when he realises he has been staring again.

“So, this is why everyone has been acting strange around me all day?” Paul’s wolf nods and Embry speaks up.

“Yes. We weren’t allowed to say anything about it, so it had to be a secret. But...something changed that means we can now tell you.” He looks embarrassed again, and Paul huffs like he is unhappy about what has been said.

Embry flashes him a look, and Paul stalks away back to the tree line he emerged from minutes earlier.

“Can we sit? I feel like we should be sitting for this.”

You nod, still suspicious and then you both make your way to a small bench close to the house.

“So...one of the perks, I suppose, of our wolves is that we imprint. Erm...and imprinting is basically our way of finding our soul mate. It’s like a pull, we don’t want to be away from them but ultimately, we just want them to be happy. ...It’s not always romantic soul mates, it can just be a friendship...whatever the imprint wants from us basically” he shuffles in his seat, glancing at the floor, scuffing his foot in the dirt.

“Ok...so that’s what Paul and Rachel are, imprints, that’s why she was able to calm him?”

Embry nods.

“And Jared and Kim, Sam and Emily? They’re imprints too?”

Embry nods again.

“So...why are you telling me this? What has changed for me to now know your secret?”

Embry’s face flushes at this question. He was hoping you would have caught on and he wouldn’t need to actually tell you.

“Y/N...” Embry looks up, looking deeply into your eyes, willing you to understand.

“Oh...” you whispered, he was saying that you were his imprint. You thought about this carefully. Embry. “You’re saying that I’m your imprint?”

Embry nods a final time. Hesitant about your reaction.

“But we can be whatever you want us to be, it doesn’t need to be anything else.” He looks away again, hoping that you want what he wants, but not wanting to push you into something you aren’t comfortable with.

You can admit to yourself that you do feel a pull towards him, more than just a friendship you think.

“Erm...maybe we take it slow? But, I think...I want...”

You look up at him, his eyes full of love and something clicks inside you. You lean forward, closing the space between you. He looks shocked but he closes the space again until your lips are inches apart. He waits for you to take the final move.

Your lips touch briefly, and your body tingles at the touch, a shiver running through you as you move apart and the contact is lost. Wow.

“I definitely want to be more than friends Embry.” You whisper to him, leaning your forehead against his, your lips still close.

“I am going to make you the happiest girl in the entire world Y/N Lahote.” You smile and kiss him again.

I could get used to this, you thought.

It’s so good to be home.

A/N: so this wasn’t as short as I thought haha. Got caught up!

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[only-kiwi]

hey, can you do one instagram post with dua lipa???

previous post with dua here

pls request more poc / men / non binary ppl i can use. my requests are literally full of white girls atm and of course i’ll do them but i don’t want my page to be just that <3

[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED]

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How much do you like Razul so much?

Okay, so, first of all, I just really wanted to say that whoever you are, dear Anon, you made my day ! And possibly my whole week too !! You really have no idea just how unbelievably happy I was when I saw this in my inbox ! I just wasn’t expecting this at all and it was such a wonderful surprise !

Besides, I have to apologise for, to be honest, I couldn't properly understand if the question was «How much do you like Razul ?» or «Why do you like Razul so much ?»… so I'll just answer both, I hope that’s okay. I'm sorry 😓

First of all, I have to confess that I find so curious that someone actually noticed and cared enough to ask ! like really !! I’m perplexed and just so intrigued right now ! I just hope you’re not afraid of me, Anon, because I might be kinda weird and sometimes eccentric I guess, but that’s all, I swear !

Also, allow me to clarify something important : I like the Razul that M. Edgar P. Jacobs created, and, honestly, I didn't really like what was done to him by the new authors, namely in «The Gondwana Shrine» and «The Last Swordfish»… so I just ignore it

Anyway, skipping to the question(s)… I’ll answer both with two versions : the easiest one and the longer one, so you can pick up your favourite.

Concerning the question «How much do you like Razul ?» :

If you wish for the easiest answer, I could admit that, if you take solely the books into consideration, I might perhaps like him somehow about… just a little bit too much...

On the other hand, if you rather the other version, then I can add that I wouldn't say he is my favourite character (even though he most seemingly is the one I easily talk about the most) because, if you ever challenged me to point out my favourite, I wouldn't be able to choose only ONE of them… but I just really really really really really REALLY like him !! Like... a really huge and probably incomprehensible lot ! I just became so attached to him ! and I regret nothing !

A simple example : if you ever need me 100% awake, operational and in a particularly good mood, please, do not give me caffeine (unless you want me to turn my gremlin mode on, which I do not recommend) – just start an inoffensive conversation, bring Razul into it and that'll be probably enough for the rest of the day. Or, if you want to push me into a quite bitter mood for a few time, just remind me of what the new authors did to him… (Like, no offense to their work, but they cannot please everyone, neither do I expect them to, and that’s just normal and perfectly fine !)

In relation to the question «Why do you like Razul so much ?» :

Starting with the easiest answer again, perhaps I could quote Edgar A. Poe and declare proudly «I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane.» and pretend it would explain everything – except that I'm not a writer, I'm just an amateur which doubles the dose haha ! shame on me...

Now, concerning the longer version…

I’ll maybe just start from the beginning. By the way, I’m sure there are certainly more brief ways to explain, but I have never ever really been good at summarising… actually, I have always been awful at it… so, yeah, I’m sorry…😑

About almost three years ago yes, I’m slow, very veeeeery slow, I had wanted and I still do ! to write a Blake and Mortimer fanfiction centred on Olrik and related with some potential effects of his long exposure to the Mega Wave… I knew Sharkey would be standing by his side like he always does, but I wanted some more of his men to participate in the story, and so I choose to team up the ones I liked the most : Razul, Sadi (alongside with Éblis, of course), Freddy and Jack.

But then, I felt like I couldn’t just immediately start writing the story without an introduction, and so I decided to begin with the circumstances in which the members of the team would have met each other…

Except that I wasn’t counting on how much terrible I am at summarising and unable to write a text without extending it hopelessly in every possible direction for the fun of it ! And so I couldn’t help but start developing the characters…

Razul was the first victim… I initially liked him as much as the rest of them – not as much as I do now, but enough for me to put him in the story. But it all started changing as I wrote because I’m a hopeless fool that cannot help but ramble and wander out of necessity, and I started writing more about him than I intended at first. However, I ended up regretting nothing and enjoying every bit of it – so much that the second chapter was almost entirely, and, once again, unexpectedly, focused on him and the way he had experienced the events we knew from the books… And I soon found out that the more I wrote about him, the more I liked him, the more I wanted to keep writing about him…

But the best/worst was yet to come… When I entered the university that I wanted, a year ago, I spent the whole first year going mad because I had no time to write anymore. However, even though it pained me not to be able to write something decent, it was probably the best thing that could have happened to me because new ideas kept on coming back to life and the characters’ backstory kept on growing so much more than I would have ever expected, and the fact that I couldn’t write immediately and only took some notes from time to time just helped to let the ideas flow, grow and accumulate slowly over the months until I had a pack of new material to work with.

Razul wasn’t an exception – actually, his life and story were the most interesting for me to develop, just after Sadi’s to such an extent that I soon realised I would have to edit the chapters I had already written because of the incredible amount of things I had added over the time… aaaaaand I still have to do it...

The fact that we know so little about them only made it more interesting to write about them, to give them a whole life beyond their presence in the books and turn them into the main characters of their own story…

Why do I like him so much ? Well, because, for me, he ceased to be solely the man we get to know in the books a long time ago...

People are usually much more than just what we see and I just wanted to give him the opportunity to be someone better than what one would find by simply reading the books... And, in the end, personally, I ended up seeing him as a good and sweet person and a golden hearted man - one who made bad choices and stained his path with terrible mistakes, yes, but a good man nevertheless and I currently see him as a cute cinnamon roll and there's just no way I would not like him as much as I do now

So… I think that’s all. I don’t know if this is what you were expecting…😶

I’m sorry the answer was so long, Anon ! You were probably expecting something shorter and perhaps less weird, but, as I said before, summarising is not my forte and I’m weird…😬

[lem-20]

If you celebrate it do you mind sharing how Ethan and MC spend his first fathers day?

Thank you so much for this ask anon 💗 No one has ever asked me a question like this before. I love reading other people's ideas for their characters futures, but I've never really thought about my own. This should be fun though.

When Ethan has his first fathers day, their little boy, Jacob, is only 2 months old and the apple of his Daddy's eye.

A couple of weeks before the day, Cecilia says to him that she'd really like him to take the day off, so they can spend the day together as a family. She really didn't need to ask though, as there was no way he'd miss such a special day. After years of working every fathers day - so the other doctors could be with their families - nothing was going to stop him spending his first as a father with his baby boy.

They don't have anything overly special planned for the day. They spend the morning together at home, Cecilia has a few gifts for him, including a card she made with Jacob's footprint. Something like this.

She also gets a personalised book that Ethan can read to Jacob as he gets older.

In the afternoon they meet with Alan and go to Boston Common for a walk in the sunshine. Cecilia sits on a bench and almost melts at the sight of the 3 generations of Ramsey men looking so happy and at ease with each other.

Later that evening when Jacob is finally asleep, Cecilia brings out a few more gifts for him. She couldn't resist getting a card of her own.

She also gives him a bottle of his favourite whiskey and reveals that she's wearing some sexy new lingerie - because nowadays nothing turns her on more than seeing the man who said he didn't want children being the most amazing father and loving every minute of it.

They rush off to the bedroom as they know they have approximately 2 hours until Jacob wakes up for a feed.

I just want to note that at no point during their sessions does Cecilia call him 'Daddy', that's definitely not their thing 😆

Thank you again anon, that was really fun 💗

[pinkasrenzo]

mid-year book freak out tag

ty for the tag @bloody-wonder! time to rant about books ayy

1. Best Book You've Read So Far in 2021?

It has to be This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. Loved everything about it, the style the story (even if it did take me a while to understand what was going on) the characters the absolute yearning it was just. perfect.

But also The King’s Men by Nora Sakavic for a lot of reasons I still don’t really know how to put into words? I still need some time to process this series ig

2. Best Sequel You've Read So Far in 2021?

The Golden Yarn by Cornelia Funke, I’ve waited so long to read this and finally (fINALLY!) I did and it did not disappoint. The worldbuilding was just fantastic, loved how the mirror world geography/political asset was based on early 8th century history I’m so weak for this. Also I just,,, missed the mess that is Jacob Reckless so much my boy my precious son give him some fucking rest.

(And ofc honourable mention part 2 The Raven King by Nora Sakavic this book really was a gut punch)

3. New Release You Haven't Read Yet, But Want To?

The Silver Tracks by Cornelia Funke, I’ve been waiting for this book for like 5? years now? I just need to read this if only the English translation came out sooner hhhhhh

4. Most Anticipated Release For Second Half of 2021?

Leviathan Falls by James S.A. Corey which I’m also dreading cause it’s the last book of this series and I Do Not Want It To End I’m so not ready for it I know it’ll be so painful and I will cry and I am so worried for specifically One Character cause his story took A Turn already and I Am Fear.

Also Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World by Benjamin Alire Sáenz cause I was not expecting a sequel this year but !!!!! love those boys can’t wait to read about them again njhknjkhk

5. Biggest Disappointment?

Time’s Convert by Deborah Harkness, it did have good parts tbh but overall it was just Not Great. It was very slow paced and flat all around? I wanted Marcus’ backstory and I mean yeah its there but,,, Phoebe’s story was just so boring I liked her in the main trilogy and was interested when the book started with her POV but then she just,,, idk she could’ve been a great character with a new perspective on vampires but she just felt like Bella Swan 2.0 and I am not a fan. Also this book was just unnecessary long, the story was stretched out and went on for way more than it should have

6. Biggest Surprise?

Oh for sure All For the Game series by Nora Sakavic. I started it thinking “oh a fun and light read” but I was a fOOL I was Not expecting,,, anything? that’s in the series? went in thinking it was just another YA about sports and gays and maybe a bit trashy and got suckerpunched with mafia wars, the most sane and healthy relationship I’ve ever seen, great consent and boundaries talk, ace rep??? actually good ace rep?? best trauma handling ive seen in ages, got an existential crisis, started and solved a sexuality crisis (and sort ofa gender crisis i didn't know i had?), a few more personal realisations and honestly just,,, came out of it a complete and utter mess I finished it in April and I am still not over it I literally cannot physically start any other book I just keep going back to this series and its characters I,,, damn Nora

7. Favourite New Author?

I guess it’s pretty fair to say Nora Sakavic at this point

8. Newest Fictional Crush?

uh don’t really get fictional crushes?

9. Newest Favourite Character?

Oh man. I’m going to be predictable but Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten. I just,,, am so emotional about these two but also they’re so complex and multifaceted they’re honestly Great Characters and I’ll never get tired or reading/talking meta about them there’s so much to explore and say about them I’m !!!!!

Also all the foxes have a special place in my heart I love them all ç_ç

10. Book That Made You Cry?

Well of course All For the Game by Nora Sakavic was a rollercoaster I cried a lot for lots of different reasons I do talk about other things besides aftg usually I’m just having a moment ok but also The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid had me in tears, especially reading Harry’s part was,,, a lot. I had a feeling something was going to happen with/to him and then I read the subtitle for his chapter and. i just started crying and didn’t stop it was. yeah.

11. Book That Made You Happy?

Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes by Cory O’Brien, making fun of greek mythology never gets old lmao

Also! Didnt make me happy exactly (it was v painful) but I had the most fun reading The Maze Runner series by James Dashner after I put it off for so long (2021 is the year I’m catching up to YAs apparently) and it was just. you know when you read something and think “this author really did not have a plan uh”? That’s TMZ. I feel like Dashner wrote the first book and had this great idea about this maze and it’s brilliant honestly the first book is great but then,,, well he had to write two more right? And he had to get them out of the maze. And that’s when he realised he had to actually think about what was out of the maze, do some actual worldbuilding and fix his plot holes. And he Was Not Prepared For That. At All. like plot holes aside, some choices were just,,, why. Like the scene where Thomas is in that cafe and security goes “there’s an infected everyone evacuate”?? that’s nOT HOW YOU HANDLE AN AIRBORNE VIRUS JAMES (reading this during lockdown truly was an experience)

12. Favourite Book Adaptation You Saw This Year?

Uhh nothing yet but I want to watch And Then There Were None and I’m hYPED

13. Favourite Review You've Written This Year?

Bold of you to assume I write reviews

14. Most Beautiful Book You Bought So Far This Year?

Wanted to pick French back up so I got La Vie Suspendue and Les Yeux d’Elisha by Timothée de Fombelle in the omnibus edition and the cover is actually a map folded on itself and it’s double faced and when unfolded it’s hUGE it reaches to my knees?? Peak Design

15. What Books Do You Need To Read By The End of The Year?

Oh boy so many but I’m most hyped for:

An Unkindness of Ghosts by River Solomon cause nonbinary in space? Sign Me Up

Bunny by Mona Awad cause I’ve been promised batshit horror and I Am Here For It

the Grishaverse books by Leigh Bardugo cause 1) gay heist 2) fantastic worldbuilding 3) I refuse to watch the series and not read the books (also I’ve read lots of mixed reviews about it so ofc I need to know)

The 7 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton cause I do am weak for intricate time loops and impossible murder mysteries

All the Crooked Saints by Maggie Stiefvater cause I’ve yet to read anything by her and this seems like the right vibe to start with (also the cover is great)

tagging @theblackswanuniverse (I know you have opinions) @pollyna @novishu @butallmystars