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56 DAYS (sjy) | PART TWO (FINAL)
pairing: enemie!jake x fem!reader | read the prequel and part one
summary: after your best friend jay made you share an apartment with jake â âthe guy you donât likeâ â, you have to decide whether you should or not give into the feelings he makes you experience, something possibly pleasant and definitely memorable.
genres: "enemies" (reader is in denial) to lovers, accidental roommates, summer love, also has a bit of angst, smut
warnings: read the first parts otherwise the story won't make much sense, swearing, clichĂ© guys iâm sorry, this is very domestic, they act like an old married couple, jake is in love yâall, lots of tension, some crying, reader likes to be alone, they tease the fuck out of each other (not sexually), they thirst over each other a lot (very, very sexually), they bond over music and food, mentions of two piece bikini, its implied that jake is taller than reader, they overthink a bit, but mostly just lots of fluff, and smut (so MDNI) that includes: sex dream mentions, dirty talk, sub!reader, dom!jake, unprotected sex (yâall know better, this is fiction), praising, biting, slapping, pain kink?, slight degradation, begging, marking, spitting, brief fingering, hair pulling and choking
wc: 15.273 | playlist: 56 days.
a/n: can't believe this is finally out, it took me so long omfg. each part is named after a song in the playlist. anyways, hope you guys like it<3 | taglist: @manuosorioh @tunafishyfishylike
DAY 1 - Do You Like Me?
56 days. it was too much. that was no way you could both get out of this whole thing alive, everyone knew that. you will end up killing jake and then yourself. jay always said that it was going to be fine, because he knew you enough to be aware that the strongest thing between you just wasnât mutual dislike. when he bid you two goodbye earlier this morning he just asked â really affectionately â for you to be nice to each other, with a knowing look and a teasing smile. you reminisced the moment already missing him and jake, as he drove you two back to your apartment, thought the same.
the ride back home was very quiet, jake didnât say a word about how you both were going to be very alone together for the next few weeks and you didnât either. you thought it was best to keep at least some of the good mood of jayâs constant yapper as much as you could, since soon enough all you two would have is each other's company â and thatâs a big no-no for you. jake thought â in all his honesty â that no time alone with you was enough. he just couldnât wait to have you all to himself and, as soon as you step inside the comforting surroundings of your home, jake doesnât shut up. he spends all day talking your ear off about every single thing there is to talk about, anything he could use as an excuse to chat with you â he even went so far as to chase you around the house so youâd keep listening to his yapping.
itâs day one without jay and youâre already arguing. over what? you didnât even know anymore. it kind of started because he didn't leave you alone since eight in the morning when you two got home, then he didnât clean the mess he made in the kitchen while cooking and then he accused you of taking forever to shower â which shouldnât really matter because he has his own fucking bathroom â, and now youâre just competing over whoâs choosing the movie you're gonna watch.
âi got here first, iâll choose it.â he says, shoving you on the other end of the couch, his big hand locking you in place by your shoulder. heâs trying really hard not to laugh to keep a serious facade, but itâs almost impossible with the way you're so shamelessly throwing a tantrum right now â he wouldnât imagine youâd actually want to watch a movie with him.
âbut youâll choose something i won't like, on purpose,â you reply, pouting. giving up on trying to sit up and just comically laying there, your arms falling from the cushion â and jake thought you never looked cuter. you didnât even want to fight, but it seemed like getting on your nerves was his goal for the evening.
ânow, thatâs simply not true. donât you like horror movies?â he asks as he skips all netflix suggestions to search for a specific movie he heard you talk one too many times with jay, finally letting go of your arm, alternating his glance between you and the tv as he watched you switch positions and rest your back on the couchâs backrest.
âi do, butââ you pause, there was no way he knew that from you, so how did he know you're fond of horror movies anyways? you ignored your traitor thoughts â the ones that told you he paid true attention to you â, choosing to keep talking, âyes, but i still feel kinda scared sometimes.â
he cooed, like you were a cute child. âwell, nothing to worry about then,â he says, and leans a bit closer, arm resting on the couch's backrest right behind you. as he winks at you, flirty ways never quite leaving him, he completes âiâm right by your side.â
you huff, sinking further into the couch, knowing him, there's no way youâd win this fight anyway. but your attitude did nothing to distract him from your flustered face and shy demeanor. âwhatever, jake. just choose it already,â you mutter, arms crossed and knees to your chest making it all very entertaining for jake to watch.
the movie he chose was coincidentally your favorite horror movie. you loved it because, even though you knew it all by heart, you couldnât help but flinch at most jumpscares. it was just so good you always got in a trance while watching it. still, it seemed like it wasn't going to happen tonight. youâd catch jake looking at you side eyed and it both intrigued and angered you. you always asked âwhat?â genuinely curious to know why he couldnât just focus on the damn movie, but he brushed you off everytime, making it seem like you were just overthinking.
being completely unaware that jake have paid the movie little to no attention, you keep your eyes on the screen. jake uses this moment to appreciate your presence a little. making an effort to not look at you and distract you from your favorite horror show yet again, he becomes more aware of your presence. he then realizes you didnât move away from him when he put his arm to rest behind you. you were just sitting there, so naturally â like it happens all the time. does this mean youâre comfortable? it has to be it, right? the thought itself catches him off guard, and he doesnât want to move even for an inch, if that means you wonât move either. by the time the movie ends his body is a bit sore from trying so hard to stay in the same position â he thought it was kind of ridiculous, but thatâs just how love is.Â
not wanting it all to end just yet he asks you, âdo you want to watch another one? we can make popcorn this timeâŠâ his eyes pleading, almost like it would physically sting him if you said no.
you look at him with a puzzled look, but nod in agreement regardless. itâs summer break, you donât have class tomorrow and nothing else to worry about â also, the night sky outside is just begging for another round of spine-chilling story. making your way to the kitchen to make some popcorn for you two, you say âiâll make popcorn, do you want to choose the next movie too?â giving him the opportunity to do it felt slightly out of character for you, but you canât deny that his first one was a good choice â not that youâd let him know that, of course.
âno, you can choose now, pretty girl,â he winks at you as he answers, âbut thanks, thatâs sweet of you.âÂ
you roll your eyes, thinking you shouldnât have said anything. âshut up, jake,â is your reply and you feel a bit disappointed by the fact that you couldnât think of something else â mind unfocusing, wrapped around the way he had just called you a pretty girl. you try to shake it off and once the popcorn is ready you come back to the living room, settling down on the couchâs end by jakeâs left side and pressing play in a thriller youâve been dying to watch.Â
he silently hates that youâre not by his side anymore, but he focuses on the movie. mid-way through it jakeâs already on edge, his whole body tense as the movie goes on. he hates the suspense more, he thinks. nevertheless, as soon as he looks at you he almost completely forgets about it, mesmerized by how pretty you look right now â just like always. your hair is not covering your face, so he can see all of it â marvel at all of it. but what really catches his attention is the single piece of popcorn you are holding against your lips â that are slightly parted to accommodate it â, probably too lost in the movieâs story to notice youâre still holding it. your eyes are wide and almost puppy-like while looking at the screen and he wonders just how much inner strength heâs using right now to keep himself from kissing you. because, god, you look so kissable and youâre not even doing anything. itâs insufferable. he shakes his head and gets back to watching the movie, trying to get rid of the tension in his body â one that was not really from the thrillerâs suspense anymore.
you sense him shifting on the other end of the couch and decide to look over, only to be greeted by a frown and a clenched jaw. heâs not looking at you â must be entranced by the filmâs plot and is caught up in stress from wanting it to come to an end, you think â, but heâs looking way too good for your liking. the slight frown in his brows makes you want to soothe it somehow. maybe with a kiss, while you hold his clenched jaw until itâs not there anymore. your eyes snap back to the screen, what are you thinking?Â
the rest of the movie is pure torture, for both of you. the tension that fills both your bodies starts to overflow, spilling all over the living room. itâs nearly tangible, really. it forms a dense atmosphere between you, that has nothing to do with the movie and when it is finally over none of you make comments on it â since you both lost the most important parts while exchanging sneaky looks â just whispering goodnight to each other swiftly, before going to bed. once youâre both in your designated rooms, you take a deep breath â may this be the last time you feel so goddamn tempted by him.
DAY 5 - Rock Your Body
as much as you felt like it would never happen again, it did. itâs been 4 days since your movie night and today was supposed to be the day youâd peacefully deep clean your apartment, according to your schedule. but neither you nor jake wanted to face each other, opting to not live the awkward tension all over again. you did it because you didnât want to even entertain the idea of getting that close to jake ever, he did it because it was all too much for his poor in love heart to handle.
today was hot, to say the least. the blue sky had no clouds to shield you from the sunâs unforgivable brightness and even though you and jake are in the comfort of your home, the white walls of your apartment do nothing to suppress the impending heat that clings into your bodies. you thanked summer for its magical vibes, sure, but not really when youâre trapped at home doing house chores all morning. cleaning your apartment is usually fun since you used the time to just distract your mind from your current problems and just tidy everything up. but itâd be impossible to do it normally, since your major problem of the moment had a first name, last name and lived in the same place as you.
though it would be an annoying task, jake decided to use the day to try and bring his antics to a stop â just for one day â and, as a way to wave a white flag for you, he started by cleaning his own room, and you took the opportunity to clean yours. but as you finished and went for the next spot you both realized that youâd end up together at some point. ignoring that thought, you just kept doing your designated house chores and everything else you needed to, until you both found yourselves in the kitchen. you had already cleaned everything else, the only things missing were the dishes from breakfast and cleaning the counter â both which were completely simple. you took the dishes, while jake was supposed to clean the counter. but he couldnât concentrate if his life depended on it.
jake freaked out the minute he saw you walk in. why would you choose to wear such revealing clothes today, he couldnât take his eyes from you â which he tried, because he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable. the way your shorts hugged your thighs was a sin itself, but your basically see-through white shirt was what made him fold, the fact that even then his imagination couldnât possibly feel accurate in the slightest made him weak, he wanted more than just the hint of whatâs underneath the fabric. he felt like he needed to do something to leave the losing side â he was feeling like he was falling deeper in a world he wouldnât survive by himself. so he uses the roasting summer day as an excuse to take his shirt off, wondering why he didnât do it sooner. the relief was immediate, of course, the sweat that enveloped his skin didnât have nowhere to stick anymore, and it was a pleasant sensation. but he loved the moment especially because, as soon as he took off his shirt, he heard a cup slide from your hands and hit the sink, softly like you tried really hard to keep it from falling. the smile that adorned his lips was involuntary, but filled with a sense of confidence that extended itself to every other move he made.
you feel all the words that you could possibly say turn into mush at the sight. your mind would be completely empty, if it wasnât already filled to the brim with thoughts of jake â shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. he was always handsome, you knew that much, and with his constant work out routine you would imagine that his body was somewhat nicely built, but you fooled yourself into thinking that heâd be average looking. you couldnât help but stare, completely forgetting your task at hand. why did he take his shirt off?Â
you didnât want him to notice you ogling him so you decided to say something, anything. âew, jake. put your shirt back on,â was all you could think of, but you didnât really want him to. the urge to rub your thighs together was getting harder to ignore, so you decided to get back to doing the dishes. jake, on the other hand, was completely amused by your lack of effort in trying to be discreet with your staring, catching you side-eyeing him every five seconds â or maybe, he thought, maybe you just couldnât help it. the idea of having this kind of effect on you makes him feel like he was responsible for the summer day, the heat spreading on his body and gathering in his abdomen, the sensation just as if he had several butterflies moving in his stomach.
âoh yeah, âcause you really want me to cover up, right?â he laughs and turns on his back to resume his own task, but still talking, âpretend all you want, i know that youâd love me walking around shirtless all day.â
âoh my god, you just never know when to shut up, do you?â you say, annoyed that he was pointing it out so matter-of-factly. to remain at least a bit of your composure you decide to put your earphones on and ignore his existence. though, nothing could take you away from the fact that he was you getting all hot and bothered and he was only standing there and looking good â much more than he should, for his own fucking good.
but jakeâs unable to let you grasp the peace of mind you crave so much, and decides to throw through the window all thoughts he had earlier about âbringing his antics to a stopâ, âwhat are you listening to?â he asks, actually curious. to know whatâs your taste in music is to know you better, and he is all for it
âjustin timberlakeâŠâ you saying, trying to keep your distance. you were already half-way done with your task, doing it as quickly as you could to go to your room. youâre in much need of a shower to cool the fuck down.
âare you serious?â he chuckles, what kind of person listens to JT to clean the house? he doesnât ask that though, instead he asks, âwhich song?â pointing to your earphones. âtake them off, so i can judge you properly.â
âwhat makes you think iâm gonna let you talk shit about my music choices?â but you were already taking it off your ears and disconnecting it from your phone â nonchalantly like you werenât just contracting him â, replaying the song so he could listen to it from the start. your body moving automatically, the desire to please him taking over.
âreally? ârock your bodyâ?â he shakes his head, but even you could see that he was joking. he loved the song, he had danced to it many times with a drunk jay in their parties. but, instead of dropping the act, he uses it to tease you more, âi would understand if it were âmirrorsâ or something, but ârock your bodyâ is just a biased choice, really.â
you canât hold your laughter to save your life. âwhat the fuck? what does that even mean?â and when you turn to him, you lose it. he had a serious expression on his face and his lips were pressed in a thin line, like it was the most serious topic on the earth. you really donât know if it is the sum of everything or if heâs just really funny, but your laughter increases. you bend over the sink slightly, trying to find the balance you lost from your cackles. jake tries his best to keep a straight face but then he sees you and gives in, laughing too â it was impossible not to, you looked so chill at the moment he didnât want to miss it. and it stays like that for what feels like many minutes, you two laughing and trying your hardest to catch your breath â but failing miserably.
once you calm down, a small smile on both your faces and your chest heaving from the lack of oxygen, you resume your tasks. almost forgetting that you were thirsting over each other just moments ago, the silence that falls between you two is comfortable. but jake didnât want to keep it that way, so he sighs comically and says, âdidnât know it was that easy to have you laughing like that.â
âitâs not easy, youâre just a complete idiot and i canât help but find it amusing,â you say, chuckling softly.
as he finishes cleaning the counter, which really shouldn't have taken this long, he smirks at you sentence. âoh, so i amuse you, huh?â his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.Â
you had just finished the dishes as well and were drying your hands in the dishtowel, but the moment you heard his words you threw it at jakeâs direction with no second thought. he catches it effortlessly and starts to walk in your direction. âyou should really learn when to be quietâŠâ you say, and you meant it to be harsh, but your voice is wavering. his tall and broad frame was closer than you were used to and the fact that he was still shirtless wasnât helping your situation at all. suddenly, you were hyperconscious of the extremely hot day and how it made you body warm â and possibly his too, and you wanted very much to know just how much â, the way lips parted as he looked at you, the way he towered over you and the way his eyes seemed darker now, up close â the way his chest stuttered when he finally trapped you in your position, leaning in the sink counter.
âyou always say that, but i never see you make any effort to shut me up,â he says, but his voice is low, like heâs sharing a secret â a dark and seductive one. âisnât that what you want, princess? to shut me up?â
your heart is racing, but your mind is rather calm. even though you want to deny it, you know what he was hinting at, and you want it. you crave it. âyesâŠâ you say, voice just like a whisper, a plea.
âyeah?â he says, and closes the distance between you, clearly affected by your small, but important, confession. his warm body â warmer than yours, you notice â presses into yours ever so slightly, like he didnât want to startle you â like you were in a dream and neither of you wanted to wake up. his right hand moved to cup your cheek, holding your face with all the worship he has ever known in life, eyes filled â overflowing â with yearning. âyou can do it, baby. â
but he wasnât proposing, it wasnât a suggestion. he was encouraging you to do it â egging you to go ahead and fucking kiss him, challenging you to give in. your pout comes involuntarily, the movement small but attracting his eyes to your lips â your pretty and really fucking temptable lips. knowing you canât refuse it â knowing you donât want to â, you tilt your head up. his reply comes immediately, coming down to brush your lips together eagerly. your voice can barely be called a whisper when you speak, âshit, jake⊠you know i want to.â
the way his name leaves your lips so beautifully â so appealing â makes his knees buckle. he suppresses a moan, mind going overdrive at the fact you just so openly confessed your wish â because he knew what it meant, how much it meant. then his left hand pulls you closer by your waist, as he does it he swears you can listen to the way his heart beats desperately in his chest. and you are so engrossed in the moment, so wrapped up in the suffocating tension between you that when your phone buzzes and starts ringing on the counter next to you, you both jolt. the sound sharp, cutting through whatever you two were just sharing and it takes you a moment to come to your senses.
picking your phone up, you hardly have the strength to talk, but you voice it regardless, âitâs jayâŠâ and jake only nods, saving all words of disappointment for when he gets his turn to talk to jay, privately. you pick the video call up and wait for jay to greet you, not bothering to go to your room. jake barely moves an inch, he wants to know if youâll try to push him away once jay sees you two. oddly enough, you donât do it.
âhey! howâre you doing? is that jake next to you? great, i wanted to talk with you both! have you had lunch yet?â jayâs voice sounds like a rap song. he was so excited to talk to you after four whole days of not listening to your voice.
and as the conversation goes on and both you and jake catch up with a very observant jay, you come to terms that maybe â just maybe â you were eager for the next opportunity youâd get to have jake so close â maybe to finally kiss him, even if youâre interrupted.
DAY 11 - Baby Blue Movie
you didn't think this day would come, but you couldn't wait to get home. ever since the day you almost kissed jake, you decided to go out more â alone preferably. but not even then you could escape him completely. sometimes he was a better company than people you were related to. after spending an afternoon at your mother's house, your energy was completely drained. sure, you loved your family, but you can't ignore disrespect. your mother's childhood was completely different from yours and it's obvious that it would have repercussions in your adulthood, considering that she always voiced that she knew â within maternal standards â what was best for you. and it gets tiring, you lost count of how many times you tried to make her understand your point of view and now you just ignored her complaints â usually successfully, but today it unfortunately didnât happen.
as you unlock the door, you pray that jake isn't in his playful mode. it would be extremely hard to deal with it today, but when you enter the house and take off your shoes, you can't fool yourself. he was already leaning against the wall that separated the entrance of the house from the living room, a tiny smile on his face and a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. you mentally prepare yourself not to explode at him. after all, he wasn't to blame for anything â he couldnât possibly be aware of the horrible day you just had. you donât even greet him as you try to make your way to your room. but he doesnât move an inch. with lack of something else in mind, you stop in front of him, waiting for him to say whatever lame joke he thought, already thinking of a possible retort. the whole time he watches you â your pretty face contorted in a serious expression he's not usually used to â he thinks that, maybe, youâre mad at him, but he canât think of something he could have done to make you angry like that. he doesnât want to overthink anything, so he decides to break the silence. "did⊠something happen?" voice silent, soothing, like you would bleed if he sounded hostile â or even indifferent, actually.Â
and, god, you wanted to yell at him. scream with all the pent up stress you endured all day, because how dare he speak to you like that? like you are fragile, like you need to be taken care of â like he needs to take care of you. the thought of being the object of his tenderness infuriates you. to be seem like you lack affection to the point youâd accept his nice words and gentle eyes. because you would never do that, no. you wouldnât just give in because he was being kind to you for the first time since you met. but, god, did you want to. with jayâs absence you had no one else â which was kind of depressing, but you didnât really mind â and with jakeâs constant attempts in making you open up to him, it got increasingly harder to not let your guard down. because god knows how hard youâve been trying to keep your distance, but after todayâs stressful events you just wanted some sort of display of affection â something to remind you that you matter and that you are deserving of love just like anyone else is â and the fact that you received it with no second thought apparent from jake made you weak. it made you want to fight him to remain some sort of composure but also apologize for ever misjudging him â apologize for thinking he wouldnât comfort you at all. but you didnât do either of those. instead, you look down at your feet taking a deep, shaky breath, murmuring an almost inaudible âyeah⊠it did, actually.â
nothing could have prepared him for that. he genuinely thought you would brush him off and go to your room. he could have even been fine if a mean, snarky remark came out of your mouth, like it usually happens. but, you didnât â why didnât you? why would you answer him honestly and looking so goddamn helpless, like you were in much need of a hug. and for a second, that was precisely what he went to do. however, giving in to those impulses felt like overstepping a boundary, and that was the last thing he wanted to do, especially now that you were letting him see you vulnerable â even if itâs barely. so he tried to not look so terrified of this new territory and went with what felt most secure, wanting to reassure you somehow. âdo you want to talk about it?â his voice is casual and steady, like it happens every week and he can perfectly deal with it â except it doesnât and he canât, the thought of you allowing him any close to you emotionally makes him dizzy, eager and feeling rather protective.
âshitâŠâ you chuckle inevitably. he was supposed to drop the subject and yet here he is, still trying to get to you. but you try to keep yourself grounded, all your anger and stress has dissipated into pure sadness so far, if he pushes any further youâll cry. and as you look for a way to put out what is going on in your mind, he wonders what had happened, considering he never saw you like that before. he was ready to hunt down to the gates of hell whoever dragged you to that state. âuh, no,â you sigh. âactually, it would beâ yeah. wellâ â you stumble over words, another frustrated sigh leaves your mouth and your hands come to face, hiding the obvious emotion written all over it. when you look back at him your eyes are already teary, your hands shake a little as you bring them down, your lips wobbly. you manage to let out a broken âi donât know, jakeâŠâ but by the time you sniffle, about to let your tears stream down your face, jake is right on you.Â
his left arm circling your middle pulling you towards him, his right hand on the back of your head tucking your face in his chest and, as he tightly hugs you for a few seconds, he keeps on saying âitâs fine, okay? it doesnât matter, princess.â so lovingly, it does the job of distracting you from your little meltdown. you notice the way the hug feels so intimate, like it was a forbidden thing to do and you two created a bubble to hide from the world and savour the moment. and it made sense you felt that way, because jake was actually hugging you right now. and you were crying. you were crying in front of jake sim â being comforted by him â and you didnât care at all. actually, now that you have done all the things you said you werenât going to, whatâs another one, right? thatâs whatâs in your mind as your arms come to his waist, not to push him away but to further drown yourself in his embrace, taking in his scent.Â
and as you two stand there, the dream-like golden beams of light due to the sunset passing through the curtainâs delicate material, your arms around him so willingly and your crying coming down to a halt, jake doesnât think he could be more content. his heart hurting in his chest knowing that youâre not okay, but also beating as fast as ever before since youâre right there. just so, so close to him, in a way he never thought you'd allow him to. and then he laughs, just a bit, but he canât help it. and you laugh too, wholeheartedly. because you cannot deny yourself the fact that you too felt content, even though youâre crying and heâs doing that just for the sake of comforting you. but that's precisely what makes it so important â is his effort in doing so the best way he can.
DAY 18 - WA-R-R
you woke up feeling great. it has been so nice to actually have a full break from college, you have time to do all the things you like without worrying about anything. well, almost anything. itâs been a week since the crying incident happened and you two never brought it up again. jake was okay with it. he thought you didnât want to talk about any of it, since once you felt lighter you just quietly apologized for crying on him like you did and went to your room. but you didnât know that, and you were starting to feel like a burden. you needed to properly thank him for comforting you, but you had no idea how.
it was currently a quarter past three in the afternoon and you were boiling on your couch from the heat. jake had left for the gym right after lunch and you had nothing to do, beginning to feel unsettled from the boredom. deciding on doing something productive, you take a shower and get dressed to go to the supermarket. you were out of a few things and it would be nice to leave the house and enjoy the weather, despite the fact that youâd much rather go to the beach. once ready, you go to the kitchen to check if you werenât forgetting anything so you could add to the list, thatâs when you hear the front door opening. jake walks in just a few seconds later, eyes roaming over your figure as he immediately catches the scent of your favorite perfume â are you going somewhere?Â
his black fit â sleeveless compression shirt and loose dri-fit shorts â knocked the air out of your lungs, but you didnât have time for that. âiâm going grocery shopping, do you want something?â you ask, pretending to still check the cupboards.
âyeah, actually. but i think itâs best if i go with youâŠâ he says casually, like he wasnât dying to have a domestic day with you â going to the market, choosing what youâre going to do for dinner, helping you carry the grocery bags. âyou knowâŠ? so you wonât buy anything wrong.â
you scoff, turning to look at him. âyouâre projecting, you know i wouldnât mistake your protein bars or whatever,â you say, rolling your eyes and propping yourself on the counter. you glance at him for a moment, taking in his appearance. faking a mix of disgust and judgment on your face, you point towards his clothes. âare you going like that?â
he checks himself, like he didnât know what could be wrong with his outfit, and with a confused look on his face he says, âwell, yes. why wouldnât i?â
you arch your brows mockingly, shrugging. âi donât know. you tell me, jake,â and then you chuckle from your teasing.
he rolls his eyes, feeling dumb for not realizing sooner that you were just messing with him â like always. âyouâre so annoying, what the hellâŠâ he murmurs, suppressing an amused laugh and completes, âcome on, letâs go in my car.â
his car smelled like him, the woody perfume he would usually wear was everywhere â you failed to notice that the first time you rode with him. as you put the seatbelt on and he starts the car, he says âdo you want to put some music on?â giving you his phone and driving off your apartmentâs garage.
âsure, what do you wanna listen to?â you ask, rolling through his playlist. the ride to the store was actually short, but a little music is always nice to have.Â
âwhatever, you can press play on random,â he answers, eyes locked on the streets ahead. just as he finished speaking, he heard the soft beat of a korean r&b melody starting to play very lowly. he went to turn up the volume, only for his hand to bump into yours â you were going to turn the volume up a bit as well, after resting his phone on your thighs.Â
a beat of awkward silence passes by and you two sneak a glance between each other. after laughing a bit embarrassed you softly say, âsorry, i was just gonna turn it up a bit.â moving your hand back to your lap.
he chuckles, without really knowing what to do he turns the volume up himself, saying âno, itâs okay. i was going to do the same.â
the song takes over the silence, its nicely tuned vocals filling the space, and you canât help but share, âi love this songâŠâ your voice is peaceful as you speak.
jake loves the comment, loves that youâre the one starting the small talk. âreally? i thought you were more of a 2000s pop type of girlâŠâ he says, bringing back that fact that you were listening to justin timberlake a few days ago.
you smile, âyeah, that too. but thereâs nothing quite like korean r&b,â you reply, shrugging your shoulders. and it felt so nice to be comfortable around him, to talk like you do with jay â like youâve known him for years.
âi mean, youâre right. but iâm suspicious, i was born in korea, soâŠâ he trails off, and as you two feed the conversation more and more with small details of your life, he can only thank his complete genius idea of following you everywhere â it in fact did pay off, eventually.
when you get to the supermarket, the whole shopping process is actually very quick, you buy the essentials and all the things that were in your list, jake buys a lot of barley tea bottles and you two decide that italian food was the best option for dinner today, so you buy everything you need to make pasta â you also have to decide which bottle of wine you were going to buy and that itself takes most of your time, both finding joy in fake disagreeing with each other. after getting to the checkout and paying for your purchases, you and jake walk back to the car and settle everything to ride back home.Â
once at home you ask jake to put some music on the TV so you could unpack the groceries and start cooking dinner. surprised that you were offering to make dinner â knowing that usually heâs the one to make dinner and you make lunch â he asks, âwhy are you so willing saying that youâre gonna make our dinner today?â his voice accusing and wary, like you about to prank him. approaching you after putting on the same playlist that was playing in the car, he starts to help you unpack the grocery bags that were scattered on the counter.Â
âcanât a girl feel like cooking twice in a day?â you say, purely to tease him, because after letting out a little laugh you add up almost instantly, âi just wanted to, i donât know, thank you for being so nice to me the other day.â
âthe other day? which day?â he was confused, it was pretty visible by his frown and inquiring voice.
you sigh, not wanting to extend the subject, but clarifying anyway, mumbling âthe day that i cried in front of youâŠâ
his realization comes quickly, a soft âah!â leaving his lips. nevertheless, he didnât want you to think that it was anything other than the bare minimum â you didnât have to make him a meal just because you felt like you needed to pay him back. both of you knew that he had no second intentions when he comforted you. âyou know, you donât have toââ he starts, but you interrupt him.
âi know, i know. but i really want to,â you say, voice steady like you practiced the speech all week â which you did, but that was nothing but a small detail, he didnât have to know. âi want to show that iâm grateful somehow, so just let me.â
he just nods, pleased that your communication was improving. dinner time was really nice, you two shared a bottle of wine, talked a lot about how your music taste was actually similar and how cooking can be a fun activity once you grow comfortable with it â you were both kind of tipsy at that point.
as he helps you tidy up the kitchen, he cherished the evening you had. it was nice to know that you started to share a bond now, even if you still tried to keep your distance somehow. âthanks, for the dinner,â he says, cheeks flushed both from the alcohol and from the way you were so close to him, drying the dishes as he washed them.
you hummed, feeling sleepy from the alcohol and tired from the day. you lay your head on his shoulder â as much as you can with the height difference â and answer, âit was nice, right? we should do it again some day.â
jake can only laugh as he shakes his head â you were just too cute. âyeah⊠we should.â
DAY 23 - Let Go
you couldnât be happier, today was finally the day you were going to the beach. as you got your things ready, you talked to jake about how dumb it was for you to have delayed this for so many days. jake has the idea of making some snacks and you help him do everything. throughout all the time that it takes for you and jake to make sandwiches and pack your beach bag and his backpack with everything you were going to need, you were talking nonstop. it was inevitable with the way you started to get along the past few days since your dinner together, honestly. you were also much more at ease in his presence, so you started to share a few more wholesome moments. still, he judges your choices for two piece bikinis and you say it was best if he didnât take his shirt off â to save peopleâs sanity â and you fight over which snacks you were going to take in your little trip. it was all really fun, you could never try to deny that. once everything was ready, you two got ready to go.
the ride to the beach was rather calm. the music in the background was soothing and the beach you chose to go to wasn't far from your place, so jake drove you there and in less than an hour you were in the sand, sitting on your beach mat. the day was summery just like the others that have passed, only this time you could sunbathe and swim â a perfect day, you would say. jake was sitting by your side, watching you put on sunscreen â admiring you, that was more like it.
when youâre done, he points towards the sunscreen bottle on your hand and doesn't think twice before asking, âcan you do my face and back?â he watches your concentrated face, but it doesn't change a bit, you stay expressionless. he tries again, âpleaseâŠ?â
you grimace, and move to sit face to face with him. âwhat? you canât do it?â you ask, but itâs not really a criticism.
he laughs, and flicks your forehead. âof course i can, you brat. itâs just better if you do it,â he says, like itâs so obvious and you fake a look of disgust. he adds, âi canât miss a chance to have your hands all over me, baby,â and winks.
you roll your eyes, but start to apply some sunscreen on his face, answering, âshut up and close your eyes, loverboy.â you use the moment to take in his appearance, closed eyes and parted lips from his talking. he was always so beautiful for you, you wished you could let him know in a way that didnât felt like you were putting your heart in his hands â which was impossible, because that was the only kind of fondness you knew with him, devotion.
he does what you tell him, closing his eyes, but he keeps on talking â a smile on his face all throughout it. âyou canât push me away, princess. i know how your mind works by now,â his voice filled with enjoyment.
âyeah, yeah. i know, jake, you say that everyday,â you reply, but you're smiling too. finding joy in his words, but oblivious to how evident his feelings were. âokay, face done. now iâm gonna put it on your back, turn around for me, please.â
he turns around, his eyes glinting with unmistakable affection from your disponibility to do it for him â the way you ask him âpleaseâ sticks to his mind a little more than it's considered healthy. once youâre done he gets up on his feet and holds your hand. âcome on, weâre going in the sea.â
âwoah there, loverboy. i know you need me to do everything with you, but at least wait until the sunscreen soaks in.â you say, and use the fact that he was still holding your hand to push him down to sit by your side once again.
he complies, his thigh brushing against your as he settles down next to you. you both take in the view. the sea is rather calm, the waves seem to crash slowly. the sun is unforgiving, but in a pleasant way, and the eventual breeze that hits your bodies is a nice way to recover from the heat. you donât realize that youâre still holding hands, but jake is very aware of the act. so much so he fights the urge to stroke his thumb along your hand, so that you wonât grow annoyed from his display of affection. itâs not until an old lady passes by, selling handmade bracelets, that you notice just how close you guys are to each other.
the woman stops by you two and asks, very fondly, âoh, hello, young man. would you want to buy a bracelet for your girlfriend?â sheâs pointing at you, and oddly enough you donât feel like correcting her. in fact, you donât say anything, you just smile at the lady and turn to look at jake, waiting to see what heâll do.
âoh, yes! do you have matching ones?â he asks her, paying you no attention. his response comes immediately, and youâre caught off guard at just how natural it came to him â like you were actually boyfriend and girlfriend, like it wasnât even a thing to consider in the first place.
they get into a conversation about her process of making the bracelets and how much they cost, eventually he buys two â only then he lets go of hand, because he needed to pay the old woman â and she thanks your attention as both of you wave her goodbye.
your head snaps in his direction. giving him a quizzed look, you donât even have to say anything for him to speak, âlook, it wasnât going to change anything in her life if we said we werenât together. if anything weâd just make her ashamed of her mistakeâŠâ his voice is quiet, like youâd argue with him for what he did.Â
but you donât. in fact, you just say, âiâm surprised by how easily you played along, but iâm not gonna kill you. relax,â youâre chuckling, and you add âi didnât get to see which ones you boughtâŠâ
he stares at you, dumbfounded. âwhat?â he asks, wondering if he heard you wrong. were you just letting that slide? like he just didnât pretend you were his girlfriend to a total stranger? werenât you the one who refused to let him close? âdid you enjoy being my girlfriend, is that it?â he teases, but heâs not joking. he actually wants to know this time, he needs the rest itâll provide him.
you cough, choking a bit. what should you do? did you enjoy it? youâre not sure, but for some reason you didnât want him to think you didnât. not only because upsetting him felt so mean of you, but because you realized that you werenât opposed to the idea of dating him. âgod, donât make it weird and let me see the braceletsâŠâ you say, changing the subject. but decided to mumble in addition, âif i didnât say anything, it means that i didnât mind.â
he smiles, and it outshines the sun. jake wasnât one to be pessimistic, but he often opted for a more realistic approach when it came to you, so to see you opening up like that â letting him genuinely see you and understand you â made his body shiver with anticipation of what youâd share next. he senses your will to not deep dive into the matter so he gives into your wishes to see the bracelets. âhere, give me your hand so i can put it on youâŠâ he says, but he can barely control his excitement. he ties the bracelet in your wrist and asks for you to do the same for him, both of you admiring the colorful object that now was a reminder of a thing only you two shared. you fall into a nice, comfortable silence. the unspoken feelings surrounding you but not in a scary way, the sounds of the waves crashing doing nothing to drown your rapid heartbeats. in moments like these you question just how much you should try to keep jake away, only for you to choose not to do it at all â you were just letting it flow, it would pain you more to pretend you didnât like what was growing between you.Â
and thatâs just how the day goes. you swim in the sea and share your snacks, it truly feels like a beach episode from your favorite anime. once you get back home, the tiredness from the long day â even though it was fun and uplifting â sinks in. after you and jake have straightened things up and showered, you both decide to settle on the couch.
you were hardly registering the movie that was playing on the screen. jake had his hand on your head, fingers mindlessly scratching your scalp, a loving gesture that only pushed you closer to sleep. as you started to drift off, your head found its way to jakeâs shoulder, face hiding on his neck. jake gasped at the proximity, but after a few seconds he adjusted you on his body, hugging your waist. before either of you could realize, the two of you had already fallen asleep.
DAY 35 - All Mine
when jake wakes up, heâs a mess. he feels his hair sticking on his forehead due to his sweat. his legs feel shaky, his boxers sticky and his heart is hammering in his ribcage. it takes him a few moments to realize that heâs laying in his bed, having fallen asleep with you the night before while you two played cards late at night. the next thing he realizes is that youâre no longer with him. he checks his phone, itâs half past eight in the morning. he slumps back on the mattress, right hand coming down to palm the evident erection on his sleeping shorts, cock still hard despite the fact that he had clearly cummed during his sleep. he had woken up from a very messy, very erotic dream, his breath was calming down as he took in his surroundings, but his mind was still in a haze from the vivid memories from his dream â where you and him did all the things he craved to do to you. his right handâs grip tightens around his clothed girth, his arousal growing while he feeds his imagination, thinking just how cute youâd look with your eyes tight such and your mouth hanging open as your lips let out the most beautiful sounds of his name, while heâs buried insideâ.
he sits up, instantly. he couldnât act like he lived alone, and even though he very much wanted to get off right now, he wouldnât want to have you walk in on him â well, he wouldnât mind if he felt like you would be okay with it, but he couldnât know if that was the case. the past few days were wonderful, he loved every second of it. you and him were growing closer and closer, to the point you did everything together. after the day you spent on the beach, both of you decided to start hanging out more often. you did all sorts of things â you even did go back to the beach, going to a drive-in that was happening nearby â and it was starting to get hard to avoid the inevitable. jake was beginning to break, the time youâve been spending together only further pushing him to his darkest, most lust-filled thoughts. he wondered if you felt the same, or if he was just another homie to you. if you want him the way he wants you it shouldnât be hard to notice, right? he thinks that he should pay more attention to your body language, to see if you give him any opening to tumble over the edge of the hanging tension. but then he wonders, where are you anyway? intrigued, he leaves his room to look for you, only to find an empty house. you werenât anywhere to be found, neither in the kitchen nor in your room. he sits on the couch, and as he was about to text you to know your whereabouts he hears the clicking of the keys on the front door. he sits back, checking his bulge briefly â that had subsided considerably â and waits for you to show up, fingers interlaced, his hands resting on his lap.
you had woken up pretty early and decided to buy strawberry cheesecake for breakfast at a bakery nearby and some coffee at your favorite coffee shop, choosing to not text jake because you thought youâd be back before he woke up â which clearly did not happen. when you see him sitting on the couch you stop, standing comically â awkwardly â at the hall that separates the living room from the kitchen.
âhi, youâre up,â you state, looking at him â eyes roaming over his figure, he seemed sus. not waiting for his answer you turn left, walking towards the kitchen counter to settle what you bought for breakfast.
jake is hot on your tail, replying, âwhere have you been, huh?â his tone is playful, but you can tell heâs actually curious to know.
âuh⊠i donât see how it concerns you?â you answer, teasingly. your smile the most genuine it could ever be, since jake with his ârecently woken upâ look was the cutest. then you add, âi bought coffee, and cheesecake.â
âoh god, yes! love me some sweets in the morning,â he says, settling down at the counter while eyeing your figure â the fabric of your jeans shorts seemingly sinfully pretty around your thighs, your baby blue crop top making him want to ogle your breasts. were you always this hot? âuh, thanks for bringing coffee for me tooâŠâ
âdonât mention it,â you say, at last. sitting down on his side you two start to eat, then you remember something. âhey, how did you sleep? i woke up in the middle of the night and went to my room. sorry, if i woke you.â
jake feels relief wash over his entire figure to know you werenât there if he made any suggestive sounds during his sleep. âactually, iâm a heavy sleeper, so you wouldnât wake me like that,â he answers and after pausing for a few seconds he finishes, âi slept ok, without crazy dreams or whatever.â
you laugh, his words seeming rushed for you and oddly explanatory, which was out of character of him â especially since he was so slow in the mornings. was he nervous? âok, jake. if you say soâŠâ you say, just for the sake of getting on his nerves â and maybe to get him to say something about what really happened.
âyah! what are you suggesting? i slept like a baby, ok? with baby dreamsâŠâ he states, defensively. and you laugh harder, your hand coming to cover your mouth in an attempt to muffle at least some of it â which didnât happen.
in between your gasps for air, you say, âoh, so you dreamed of unicorns and princesses then.â your teasing sentence only half well delivered, since you were still trying to recover from your fit of laughter.
jakeâs mind was racing while he nervously tried to change the subject. however, in between his thoughts of his not exactly baby-like dream, he lets out the first thing that comes to his mind, âif youâd call yourself princess, then i guess you could say that, yeahâŠâ he says, his voice sounding playful. you stall, confusion written all over your face.
âwait, does that mean you- did you dream about me?â you ask, incredulous. you brows coming together to emphasize the chaos that was your mind at his statement. he laughs, shaking his head, truly amazed at how easily he gave himself in. knowing that there was no denying what he said just now, he only nods, taking yet another slice of the cheesecake you were sharing. but you had long forgotten how to eat, in fact you donât think you can do anything else at the moment.Â
letting your curiosity speak louder you decide to try your luck. âwhat⊠did you dream about?â you ask, voice small despite its certainty. you decide to not look at him, eyeing the plate in front of you as he ate the last piece of the cheesecake. you take a sip of your coffee.
âyou, duh,â he says matter-of-factly, and laughs like you werenât dying from not knowing. âwhy do you want to know, anyway? does it matter that much, princess?â his tongue brushes the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to take place in his lips. the situationâs much more entertaining than he initially thought it would be.Â
âoh my god, youâre so annoying,â you huff and get up, making your way to the sink to wash the dishes you just used. he stares at you, amused at the tantrum your throwing over something he thought youâd just brush off, probably just making a comment about how in love heâs in with you â jokingly, of course.
âokay, okay. iâll tell you, alright?â he says, bringing his hands up as if surrendering to you. you stop what youâre doing just to turn your head to him slightly. you eye him, an unreadable expression in your face and he chuckles a bit â he really does like you. at last, he says âi dreamed i got hurt in a zombie apocalypse and you left me behindâŠâ his voice is obviously playful, but you fail to realize he was being ironic.
so you only sigh, your lips forming an involuntary pout as you hummed in acknowledgement, turning back to dry your hands after you finished your task. his answer breaks your expectations, leaving you confused as to why you thought heâd say something else â why you wanted him to say something else. maybe it was the way he was staring at you since you arrived, or the way he seemed so nervous talking about his dream, you thought maybe it meant he saw you in a way that wasnât just âhis roommateâ. but, maybe it was all in your head anyways.
he comes behind, not touching you whatsoever, his hands finding their place at the counter in front of you the same time you finish your task â and he realizes heâs feeling oddly familiar with the situation, like a deja vu. he whispers then, voice seductive and full of intentions, âdid you want me to say that i had a erotic dream?â his question catches you off guard, you use your now free hands to support yourself at the edge of the sink. you head falls to your shoulder, eyes closing as a sigh passes your lips. fuck, why is he dirty talking to you all of sudden? why do you like it? you decide that all your doubts and worries are for the future you to deal with, right now you just want to know how far this can go. still, you can help the nervousness that gets a hold of your demeanor. shaking your head, you start, ân-no, thatâs not it, why would youââ
but jake was not having it. he cuts you off mid-sentence, face coming closer to your ear, lips brushing over it ever so slightly while he whispers lowly â as if you were in a room filled with people and he only wanted you to hear â, âare you really going to lie to me like that, baby?â and just like that youâre speechless, but that doesnât matter one bit, because jake keeps on talking, âi dreamed you were underneath me doing all sort of cute noises while i fucked you on my bed. is that what you expected me to say? or was that pout on your pretty lips for another reason, princess?â
âw-whatâŠ?â you utter, confused. heâs getting to you too damn fast for your liking â your panties growing damp at the thought of him having a wet dream about you. you speak your mind, âwhat the fuck, jake? how can you say things like thatâŠâ
âlike what? so directly? you know iâm not one to play games, princess,â he says and uses the little switch of topic to spin you around. his hands find your waist to urge you to face him and you comply, but you donât look into his eyes yet, embarrassment having a tight grip around you. so his right hand comes to your face and you barely feel his fingers as he tilts your chin up softly, bringing you to face him so he can lock eyes with you, his hand falling to your waist a second after. his gaze is intense, filled with emotion â one youâre yet to allow yourself to admit aloud you reciprocate. the silence starts to grow bothersome so you decide to voice your thoughts once again, not really expecting this moment to turn into a heart to heart conversation â but honestly, you love that jake provides this for you.
âi know. but, youâre making me nervous,â you confide in a mumble, fidgeting fingers on your back but you donât break eye contact â your puppy eyes fucking jakeâs mind up. he knows what you mean, youâve talked about this before. youâre not one to let people in, so to have him so casually stripping you out of your comfort zone can be really stressing â it doesnât mean you donât want him to, though.
jake cuckles, he does think youâre adorable from time to time â everyday â and heâs determined to make you comfortable with what you want â well, that being him â so he makes a point of saying, âthatâs cute, princess. youâre only nervous because you keep refraining yourself from doing what you wantâŠâ he says, almost melodically. âand i know very well that you want me.â
thereâs a knowing glint in his eyes and you know he knows, thatâs what your relationship was always about â heâs been obvious about his desires, you were the one who poorly attempted to deny it. so you sigh defeated, as you watch his pretty eyes and easy smile. you touch his arms, hands traveling up to his cheeks where you leave a soft squeeze with your palms, squishing them together. you both let out a giggle, then your fingers intertwin on his nape, your body closing the distance between you and him.Â
jake is not surprised that you took the initiative, but he couldnât believe that it was actually happening. his heart is beating unforgivingly in his chest, it aches the best kind of pain and he lets out a sound of relief, pleasure and pure fulfillment. his hands grips your waist harder trying to ground himself, but nothing is enough â he is losing all self control and he couldnât care less. because your hands were on his neck, nails scratching lovingly the back of his head, your chest pressed on his and your lips passionately kissing him â having you on his hands for him to touch and hold was messing with his head. the kiss that takes place is outstanding, it makes both you and him breathless way too quickly. you pull away first, your teeth prodding your bottom lip for a moment before jake is on you again.
this kiss is much more devastating than the first one, when your tongues meet you can hardly contain the whine that tries to leave your lips, but maybe itâs the way jake shoves you against the counter behind you that knocks the air out of your lungs. none of you know how long you stay making out, your fingers interlace on jakeâs locks and he anticipates the moment you will pull it, but you donât. he grows impatient, hands sliding from your waist to your hips, where he squeezes hard, then he pushes himself from you, interrupting the kiss in the middle. youâre panting, chest heaving and lips red and swollen from the kissing, the sight making heat spread all over his body and his arousal only increases, the bulge on his pants begging to be simulated and he wonders how affected you are by all of this. despite the hot feeling of your hasty breath, nothing really gives away your inner state. and you try to keep it that way, but your mind is foggy and you can barely form coherent thoughts aside from the burning lust, thatâs all you can discern. you thought you could be stronger when it came to your sexual desires, but jake fucks up all your attempts in keeping a composed attitude. because you wanted nothing more than to let go and be led, to allow him to do whatever he wanted to. thatâs how much you trusted him, how much you craved him.
youâre so lost in your submissive reverie that you fail to realize that jake actually said something. it isnât until his hands cups your cheeks that your attention turns to him.
âhmâŠ?â you hum and itâs supposed to be a question, but you can really say something else. he understands, though, slowly catching on to what your behaviour meant.Â
testing the waters, he asks âdo you want to go upstairs, baby?â softly, trying not to sound like you had to. you nod, eagerly so, making him smile, tilting his head to the side. âyouâre much too quiet, princess,â he says, his smile fading to a smirk as continued, âgo on, use your words.â
the way he says it is borderline condescending. the patronizing superiority twists your insides and your heart rate speeds up, a familiar feeling making its way to your stomach like butterflies. you curse every cell in your body for being so responsive. you focus on the fact that itâs a simple question, one he already knows the answer to. âyesâŠâ you voice out, not without stuttering and jake is amazed.Â
he pushes further, wanting to strip every layer of this newfound trait of yours. âhuh? yes what, princess?â and itâs a trap, because heâs not expecting anything specific, you may or may not know what to answer, it doesnât matter because jake is doing it with the sole purpose of teasing you.
but you donât know that, and even if everything in you is telling you to address him with a respectful honorific, you also donât want to give him the satisfaction of winning that so easily, so you do whatâs best, you play innocent. âyes, i wanna go upstairs,â your voice sounding much more controlled and with barely any sides of your emerging submissiveness.
jake laughs at your answer, eyes scanning you with unmistaken amusement. he shakes his head, grabbing your hand as he speaks, âyouâre impossible.â
he uses your intertwined fingers to pull you with him, all the way until youâre passing through his bedroom door. once inside, he sits on the end of his bed, hands coming to your hips as he looks up at you. thatâs when everything sinks in. nothing couldâve prepared you for the devastating reality that youâre a moment away from letting jake undress you â letting him fuck you. his alluring presence drowns your senses, you want nothing else than to please him.Â
he sees it in your eyes, so he feels obligated to act on it. âcome sit, princess,â he says and pulls you to his lap. you fall right after, thighs finding their place on his sides as your hands touch his chest. âyouâre so pretty,â his hands are caressing your waist under the fabric of your shirt. âso, so pretty,â he adds, placing kisses on your cheeks, and then your neck. âmakes me want to ruin you all the time,â he pulls you even closer, the motion making your hips collide with his. his dick impossibly hard underneath you, you fists his shirt at the feeling. he started to leave hickeys on your skin, his path well marked as he love bites his way to the valley of your breasts. you can feel the smirk on his lips as he trails kisses on your skin, but you are engrossed in the intoxicating feeling of his hands traveling up your body. when you realize, heâs already taking your top off, eyes shamelessly falling to your naked torso. âyou always leave the house without a bra on?â he asks, not really accusing you of anything, his hands instantly coming to grope them, thumbs tenderly flicking your nipples and your response is almost embarrassingly quick. youâre taken by surprise, a soft moan slips past your lips and your hips grind on him. he appreciates the sound, his dick twitching in his sleeping shorts as he squeezes your boobs harder.Â
you answer him, voice coming weaker than you expected as you speak, âno⊠not really.â you have your hands sliding under his shirt, pulling the fabric with you as you feel the warm skin of his chest on your palms, you want to see him too. âcan you⊠take your shirt off too?â
âlook at you, being so well manneredâŠâ he says and you roll your eyes, his praise makes your panties grow wetter by the minute. he keeps talking though, making no move to remove his shirt just yet. âalthough, i think that thereâs one word missing, princessâŠâ
you understand him immediately, the words coming out easily, âpleaseâŠ? can you take your shirt off, please?â you rephrase, and jakeâs mind goes over drive. he already wants you begging for him.
is almost funny, to know that you two are living the moment he has been anticipating ever since he was first trapped with you in that bathroom in a random college party. heâs lightheaded from the unceasing sensations he experiences with you and his smile is the perfect display of it, breathtaking and contagious. he lifts his arms for you to finish taking the shirt off his torso, you drop it on the floor. his hands settle back on you, falling on your thighs with a smack on which one, as he gets back to trailing kisses down your neck, until his tongue envelops your nipple. heâs still smiling when you moan from the sudden stimulation, but he moans with you after you grind down on him at a specific hard bite he delivers. âyouâre into pain or something?â he asks you, moving to your other boob, teeth grazing the skin before he bites it, softer than he wanted, just to test his theory.
you right hand tangles in his hair, fingers gripping the locks but not really pulling at it â which he really wants you to â, your left hand splayed on his chest, nails threatening to dig on his skin. he laughs in disbelief, biting harder â not enough to leave a mark, yet â and your hips move involuntarily on his, humping his throbbing dick, desperate for a real form of stimulation between your legs. âoh god, you are into it.â he states, and delivers another slap on your thigh.
you bite your lip, and say âyou do realize how sadistic this makes you look, right?â in defiance, but your affected tone makes no effect whatsoever.Â
his answer is instant, âand you do realize how much of a masochist i think you are now, right?â his mocking tone getting to your and further wetting your panties, that must be completely destroyed by now. he continues his assault in your chest, that already has some red and purple marks blooming here and there.
âi-iâm notâŠâ you start, both hips and voice stuttering from his movements, the fabric of your jeans starting to make you uncomfortable as you rub yourself harder on his erection, jakeâs hands groping your skin from the stimulation, the rhythm of your movements torturously slow for his liking. âiâm not a masochist,â you manage to say, and jake laughs from your little act.Â
âno, just a painslut...â he says, and your muffled whine is enough of an answer for him. âbut donât worry, baby. you make such a pretty slut for me.â
âfuckâŠâ is all you can mumble, pussy clenching around nothing as you keep grinding on his bulge, dry humping him for all your worth. but jake had enough of that, he wants more â he needs more. so he grabs one of your thighsâ underside with one hand, the other going to your waist as he moves you on the bed. in a second you're laying on your back on the mattress, but you donât have time to be surprised. jake touches your knee in an attempt to get you to open your legs and you comply, slowly moving them apart to accommodate his hips.
his hands travel to undo the button of your shorts, fingers pulling the zipper down all the way but he doesnât slide the fabric off your legs. instead, he stuffs his hand inside of it, fingers gliding over your dripping wet slit. âshit, youâre fucking soaked, princessâŠâ he almost growls, forehead resting on your shoulder. âwant to fuck you till we pass out,â itâs just a harmless confession, one he doesnât truly mean, but you donât care.
âso do it,â you sound desperate, his index and middle finger teasing your entrance while his thumb presses on your clit. he wasnât moving, and it was driving you insane. you thrust your hips forward, trying to get him to do something, but he doesnât.
he chuckles, his smirk hidden from your eyes, but you could feel it when he pressed his lips to your ear, leaving an openmouthed kiss in it. âso soon? whereâs the fun in that?â he says rhetorically, he has been dying to bury himself inside you, but he still wants to play with you some more. âneed to prep you first, baby.â
your moan is music to his ears when he inserts his fingers in you with a quick motion, pleasure running through your veins. but it wasnât enough. you didnât want that, you wanted his dick inside you. âf-fuck, jake⊠jake, please,â is the first glimpse of a plea, and jake is relishing on it. he quickens his movements, fingers working on your walls like magic. he brings his thumb back to your clit, drawing little imaginary circles in it and your head falls back, back arching as you push your hips forward again. âjake, j-jake⊠please, fuck me. wanna cum on your cock.â
although he really wanted to, he couldnât resist your plea. he doesnât need to be told twice, taking his fingers out slowly and helping you out of your shorts and underwear. he takes his shorts off along his boxers right after, his dick slapping his stomach as he does so.
once heâs between your thighs there isnât much to be said, heâs already guiding his dick to your entrance when your legs wrap around his waist. you both moan at the intrusion, the stretch making your mind go blank as your head falls to the side, right hand finding support on his back as your left hands tangled on his locks. youâre both panting and you barely started, his thrusts are sharp, he reaches so deep in you. your closed eyes and open mouth are better to watch than jake could ever imagine, he wishes he could have this everyday. âoh my god, fuckââ he swears, hand gripping you jaw to give you a kiss. itâs messy, your tongues meet more outside than inside your mouths. when he pulls away thereâs a string of saliva connecting you two. his weight is supported on his forearms as he moves to mark your neck mumbling, ây-you feel so good princess, so goddamn good.â
the room smells like sex, your hands try desperately to somehow steady yourself in that moment that didn't seem like reality at all. jake pressed his hips into yours harder and harder with each kiss he left on your neck, his mouth brought you little by little closer to heaven and you let a specific loud whine escape your lips. you could feel his smile as he raised his head so he could kiss your mouth with unquestionable desire once again. you use your legs to pull him closer and his eyes roll back under his eyelids. you arch your back slightly, your chest pressing against his and your fingers â finally â pulling on his strands. jake brokes the kiss to moan and looks at you in that surrendered way he always does. he just couldn't help himself, he needed to ruin you just a little bit more.
âso beautiful, my princess.â his possessive tone making you clench around him, his hand moves from your side to your neck, where he gives it a light squeeze, and then he grabs your cheeks with one hand. not too hard, but enough to make you lift your face. âopen your mouth for me, love.â and you comply. your mouth parted slightly and your eyes glued to his, but heâs too lost watching you run the tip of your tongue between your lips to notice. he uses his thumb to open your mouth even wider, naturally salivating at the thought of what he would do next.
when his spit meets your tongue and you swallow without protest, he is gone. the moan he fails to contain comes out muffled as he presses his face back into your neck. the hand that was previously on your cheek goes down to your thigh where he delivers a harsh squeeze. âfuckâŠâ he whispers, inevitably moving his hips to fuck you harder, faster. he was too lost in the feeling, and so were you.Â
the intoxication sensation of your orgasm comes quickly, and itâs devastating. jake takes notice of the way your nails run down his back, the other pulling on his hair and your legs impossibly tight around his waist. âwould look at thatâ ahâ, youâre going to cum, baby?â he asks, voice low and wavering, âare you?â
you hum, your moans impossible to suppress. you drool on the fabric of the mattress â you were so, so close. jake has other plans, though. âoh, c-come on now, princess⊠weâveâ ahâ talked about it a-already,â he says, hand coming to your neck, adding some pressure â just enough for your eyes to roll back on your closed eyelids. he loves to watch it, his own release coming fast and unforgiving. âuse your words.â
âiâ fuckâ can i cum, jake? p-pleaseâŠâ you start, eyes opening to lock with his as best as you can. âplease! jake, ahâ i canât hold it a-anymoreâŠâ you cry out, head lolling back once more. âf-feels so good, so good.â
jake canât hold it back any longer too, hips unrelenting at your begging. âgo ahead, baby. cum for me.â he whispers, and it feels like you fall over the edge immediately. the unceasing clenching of your walls only pushing him to his orgasm too, thick ropes painting your inner thigh as he pulls out. the wave of pleasure that overtakes you both is devastatingly good, you can barely discern what's happening as whispered âthank youâsâ fall from your lips. when you both fall back to reality youâre sweaty and breathless. he drops his weight on you, arms caging your body as his head finds the comfort of your chest. you giggle and hug his shoulders, eyes too heavy from tiredness to keep them open. you fall asleep before the both of you can say anything. jake senses your calming breath, choosing to clean himself and you up before giving into the temptation of sleep as well. he dresses you on his shirt that was on the floor after putting on his boxers, hugging you from behind whispering sweet nothings to you, lulling himself to sleep.
DAY 37 - Fool For You
youâve never been one to give in to awkwardness. you pride yourself on being quite a light presence, always funny or trying to make everyone feel comfortable. but it wasnât until you had sex with jake that it changed. because, sadly, now youâre just always nervous around him. it had been two days since he claimed you for himself â two days and you still havenât really faced him. what could you do, really? pretend it never happened? act like the big deal it was and possibly ruin everything? acknowledge what happened but act like it's not going to destroy every single wall you've built around yourself?
you felt hopeless and you missed him â so much. because after what you two shared, there was no room for doubt, no room for hiding the undeniable truth. you were deeply, madly and uncontrollably in love with jake. so much so it hurted you. so much so you could tell everyone and you would never feel ashamed of it. but, what about him? how could you ask him if you didnât even know how to allow yourself to be vulnerable like that? to let him in like he was always there â although it felt like he had always been part of you, you also couldnât help but overthink it. you felt like he understood you even if no words were spoken, but would it really be enough for him to know that you loved him? would you be enough for him? did he feel the same? god, did he even like you at all? and as you torture yourself â feeling like you could actually feel a physical discomfort from all the thinking and loving and wanting you had trapped inside you â, jake was losing his mind.
he was in complete despair, like heâll never have you. all of the time it took for him to get to know you, to get close to you â it felt meaningless â, and now you were slipping right through his fingers all over again. it wasnât fair. he knew you felt something for him. and it was driving him insane, because if you felt even just a little bit of what he feels, then it was enough for forever. even if you feel just five percent of what he feels for you, you would make it until the end of the world. but it didn't matter, because you hadnât talked to him yet. he was feeling like he was left to die of starvation, your absence making him hallucinate. making him question just how much he wouldnât do for you â only so he could finally have you. because he was feeling like he could do it all, but he needed you to come to him. to allow him to truly see you, to truly feel you. so he decided to wait. wait for you to come to terms with the reality you seemed so against living and then heâd do everything â anything to keep you by his side.
even if you werenât sure about how things would turn out, you know it was you who had to make the first move and when you decide to get your shit together, you walk straight to his room. looking calm on the exterior, but completely wrecked on the inside, yet itâs kinda funny for you. you have nothing to fear anyway, expect for, well, a rejection â but it wasn't really going to stop you. when you get to his door you take a few deep breaths, gathering the courage that was just a few seconds ago all over you but seemed to suddenly vanish. you grow eager, as if it was all coming to realization. it feels so fucking right you could cry, you decide to knock before it all becomes too much. doing it softly, you wait for him to answer, cleaning your sweaty palms on the sides of your sleeping shorts.
jakeâs listening to some random âsongs for studyingâ playlist on youtube while scrolling through his media when he hears the soft knock on his door. he freezes, what was happening? he jumps out of bed, looking around checking if anything needed replacing. when he sees everythingâs fine he walks to the door, but remembers he had changed into his sleeping clothes, so he goes back to check himself in the mirror, only for him to run a hand through his hair and get right back to the door. once there he doesnât think twice, swinging the door open. âhi!â
you get startled by the sudden movement. jake looks like he has the energy to run a marathon and is hardly holding himself from doing so. itâs cute. you look at his puppy-like eyes, his lips slightly parted and his hair falling in his brows. you almost say right then and there, but you hold it â waiting for a more appropriate moment. instead, you say âuh, hi.â and then you giggle, looking down to your feet and then back at him. âwhat are you doing right now?â
he lets out a giggle himself, a bit more at ease now that he knows youâre not there bringing bad news. then he answers, âhonestly? nothing,â and he laughs at his own sentence.
âgood, can i come in then?â you ask, but before he could even answer youâre already explaining yourself, âitâs justâ uh, i want to talk to youâŠâ
he smiles nervously, stepping aside so you can come in. after you walk in, he guides you to his bed by your shoulder and then he lays on his side, propped on his left arm. âtell me all about it, baby.â
the nickname makes goosebumps raise all over your body, but maybe it was the fact that you had acknowledged you want this whole thing so much â maybe it was burning in you all along just waiting for an excuse to be freed. âi⊠so, i wanted toââ you stutter, growing a bit nervous.
âhey,â he grabs your hands that were in your lap. ârelax! youâre kinda freaking me out, you know?â he says, trying to lighten the mood. he could see what you wanted to say was serious but he also didnât want you to get anxious over it. âi feel like youâre gonna say you're a murderer or something.â
you can only laugh, because heâs such a fucking idiot and you love him so bad itâs kind of pathetic. âgod, thatâs such an idiotic thing to sayâŠâ you pause, looking at him playing with your bracelet mindlessly. then you realized there was no way he went for all the trouble to fuck you if he didnât have any feelings for you. it was so dumb of you to assume that in the first place. and it felt so right in that moment â almost dream-like â, you didnât want to waste it. the words left your mouth by impulse, but they all fell so naturally out of it too, it barely felt like it was the first time you were saying them, âi love you, jake.â
jake feels his whole world stop. what did you just say? he couldnât voice it out better, muttering, âwhat?â
âyepâŠâ you say comically popping the âpâ, head nodding dramatically, lips pressed in a thin line and brows furrowed in fake apprehension. because, deep down, youâre sure it was going to work out just fine. âguess thatâs worse than a murder, huh?â
jakeâs going crazy, he wasnât expecting you to ever say it like that, so easily. âdoââ he gasped, choking a bit. he was a mess by this point, his hands pulling you closer by your wrists until your face was close enough, to the point he could feel your warm breath on his nose. his voice cracking with obvious emotion, but he really couldnât care less, âdo you really?â
and your eyes water, voice faltering just as much, âof course i do, jake⊠â you press your forehead to his, eyes closing but you can feel his hands shaking where they hold you and you wanted nothing but to make him feel all of the love he made you feel.
âoh my god,â he uttered, voice completely drowned in emotion as his breath hitches and he sobs, but that doesn't stop him from keep talking, âoh my god, baby, i love you too,â he states, like it wasnât obvious by the way the tears left his eyes and stained your shirt. heâs a blabbering mess, but you love it. âi love you so much.â
and there, in between tears, smiles and sweet words, jakeâs certain that heâd do everything all over again, just to have you. and you know you found the one.
DAY 38 - Apocalypse
you wake up in your bed with a startle, out of breath and with tears blurring your vision, threatening to fall from your eyes. your heart was filled with so much love you could never possibly keep to yourself only, so look to the side to reach jake. only, he isnât there. you sit up, confusion knocks on your poor sleepy brain and you stumble out of bed. you remember very vividly you had fallen asleep with jake the night before, after you so happily declared your love for each other. as you reach for your doorknob you pause, what if it was a dream? because you remember you were in jake's room last night, not yours. were you so sleep drunk you couldnât tell if it all happened or not? you rush to open the door and walk towards jakeâs room, but he wasnât there either. so you decide to go to the kitchen, not yet ready to give up, even if your heart was squeezing like you had lost the only love you ever had known.
as you reach the kitchen you hear some noises and your body fills with excitement as you eye jakeâs broad figure â but, wait. is that a Seattle Mariners shirt?
âoh my god, jake. why are you wearing jayâs shirt?â your voice competing with your laughter, trying to imagine what would be jayâs reaction if he saw his favorite shirt in jakeâs body â his very nice, very doable body. âiâll tell jay.â
âdonât you dare, pretty,â he says, like itâs a threat â that has no effect, whatsoever â as he drops whatever he was doing to come hug you. âit isnât jayâs, he gave me this one on my birthday last year,â he gave your forehead a kiss, then the top of your head and kept going, âhow did you sleep? i put you in your room âcause mineâs closer to the kitchen and i wanted to make breakfast. did i wake you?â but you almost donât hear it, his voice being drowned since he talked while his lips were pressed to the top of your head.Â
âyou didnât wake me, love,â and the way you say it makes jakeâs heart melt. âbut i woke up crying and for some weird reason i thought yesterday was a dreamâŠâ you add, hugging him back and taking in his scent.
âi left for 15 minutes and you were already crying from missing me? thatâs cute, princess,â he laughs after speaking, moving you to sit at the counter. âwell, itâs good it wasnât a dream then, huh?â
you give an disgusted look to his little joke, but youâre smiling when you brush your lips to his, âi donât know⊠iâm starting to regret it.â
âyouâre so mean,â he replies, but heâs also smiling. he gives you a brief kiss on the lips, then one on your cheek. he looks at you for a bit and says, âi think i should make us breakfastâŠâ
you both laugh, knowing what heâs hinting at. you get off the counter and help him, being so filled with contentment and love as you watch him make a mess in the kitchen just like always,
âi love you.â
a/n: it was supposed to be all a dream in the end, bit i couldn't do it. let me know what you think<33
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triggered
jana x oc
warnings: oc is going through a breakup
get it the fuck together jaz. lock. in.Â
staring into the mirror, i study every aspect of my face. my curls flow down my back. my face is beat to perfection. the jewelry i have on costs more than my rent.Â
i should be ecstatic.
i'm living every girls dream.Â
there are 5000 people outside this bathroom door, chanting my name, waiting for me to give them memories they'll die with.Â
and yet i'm in here, staring at myself, fighting the urge to say fuck this shit and go home.Â
my phone dings, and i ignore it, thinking it's my manager, telling me i need to haul ass and get on stage.Â
but then it dings again.Â
holly never texts twice.Â
i pull out my phone and it's paige.Â
i forgot she's here.Â
paigey be you. be great.
oh fuck her for that.Â
now i have  to go on.Â
with a sigh, and a quick tune up in the mirror, i open the door, march to the stage entrance and wait for my que.Â
the music starts and i walk with all the confidence i can muster and smile at the deafening screams of my name.Â
jazmin! jazmin! jazmin!
paige is front and center, with all her teammates and azzi.Â
i used to be the number one pazzi shipper. i fought for this relationship to happen. i practically shoved paige out of the closet myself so that she and azzi could be together.Â
and now here they are with my face on their shirts and holding each other in their arms and i want to throw up.Â
not because i don't want them together, but because seeing that makes the loneliness in my chest seem bigger.Â
i don't even really miss her.  i just miss having someone to call at 3 am when i can't sleep. i miss having someone to call first when i get news. i miss having someone to hold.Â
i guess you could say i miss being in a relationship, rather than the person i was in a relationship with.Â
"hey guys !" i yell into the mic, and everyone screams. "thank you all for coming out today, i love you all so much!" the crowd is deafening. "i wanna give special shout out to my sister, paige and the other members of the UCONN womens basketball team for being hear today!" the camera pans to paige and the girls, and i do a double take when i see a girl around my age, towering over everyone else. "i love you paigey!" the crowd goes wild.Â
the concert began and i used my show to work through all the mixed emotions i was feeling, bringing my audience with me through them.Â
we danced during my verse on my type. laughed during b.s. . cried during none of your concern.
and after an hour and 30 minutes of singing, dancing, crying, and yapping between songs, the concert was over.Â
and i could a breathe again.Â
until i was bombarded by my 6'1 sister and her ginormous friends.Â
everyone told me how amazing i look and sound and how they listen to my music everyday. these are things i hear everyday so i say the same response i say everyday.Â
"thank you so much."Â
"aye we're boutta go to a club, you trynna roll with us?" paige asked, rubbing her hands together and looking at her girlfriend, who i'm just now realizing is wearing a semi-skimpy outfit.Â
so is everyone else, actually.Â
and now they're looking at me like i can't say no.Â
so i don't.Â
"uh yeah!" i chuckle uncomfortably. "just let me change real quick."
*luh time skip*
i'm actually glad i came out.Â
we got a section. bottles galore. music is booming.Â
the vibes are actually immaculate. i'm two shots in and kk is twerking in my lap as big boogie talks about taking caramel colored baddie to poundtown. we vibing for real.Â
i've learned the beautiful girl from earlier is named jana. she doesn't really talk, and i guess she'd too young to drink because she's been babysitting ginger ale all night.Â
"i'm gonna go get a bottle of casamingo!" i annouce, bouncing up from the counch and stomping down the stair of our section.Â
when i reach the bar, i pay the bartender and wait for my bottle. but while i'm waiting i hear my name being called and i assume it's a fan, so i turn around with a huge smile, only to be slapped in the face with the sight of my ex-girlfriend, kristen.
she looks exactly the same as she did three weeks ago when we broke up. and for some reason that pisses me off. it makes my blood boil and my breath quicken.Â
i'm ripped out of my trance when i hear the dj yell, "WE GOT JAZMIN INNA HOUSE!!!"Â
fuck. he's gonna make me sing.Â
"COME UP AND GIVE SOMETHING GIRL!" he shouts and everyone screams in agreement.Â
in a daze, i walk to the stage and grab the mic.Â
everyone chants,Â
freestyle freestyle freestyle
and then the dj, who i'm beginning to really fucking hate, plays a beat i've never heard before, leaving me not knowing what the fuck to do.Â
i look to our section, and see my sister with her phone up, recording. i see azzi giving me thumbs up like the sweetheart she is. i see kk clapping and cheering with everyone else.Â
i see jana, with a look of fear in her eyes.Â
like she can tell that i'm freaking fuck out, so she is too.Â
but i can't go out like this.Â
so i catch the beat, and sing whatever comes to mind.Â
saying everything that's been on my mind for weeks now.Â
"go figure you were the trigger you brought me to an obstructed view when you knew the picture was bigger who am i kiddin? knew from the beginnin you'd ruin everything you do it everytime you are my enemy, you are no friend of mine, muhfucka"
the crowd is loving it, swaying their flashlights to the music. paige looks so proud of me. she knows how i've been struggling since everything happened so i think she knows what a release this is.Â
i look over to kristen who looks delectable, like always and it's pissing me off because the sex was great, but everything else sucked. but it's been so fucking long and i know that if i had 5 minutes to talk to her earlier i would have been back at square one in that toxic cycle of fucking and making up.Â
"wanna fuck you right now i just turned the light out know and you know when the sun go down that's when it would all go down been a minute been a while ain't let nobody hit since you hit it i know you always know what to do with it but ain't no me and you without you in it damn i'm boutta burn this bitch down think i need to lie down cause i'm not trynna wild out now. but right now..."
i think of the screaming matches. the broken phone. the hole in my wall.
"don't know what i'm capable of might fuck around and go crazy on cuz might fuck around have to pay me in blood this ain't the way that you want it might catch a case in this bitch don't let m catch you face t face in this bitch trying my hardest not to disrespect you but after what you did, man what you expect? you muhfucka"
i find jana in the crowd because her face is so calming to me, and i don't know why. her eyes are closed and she's just vibing with a small smile on her face.Â
she's not recording or anything, she's just enjoying the moment, and that warms my heart.Â
"trynna let the time fly trynna let the time go by trynna let the time heal all trynna let the time kill all of our memories all you meant to me all that's history i'll calm down eventually fall back into me maybe i'm overeacting baby i don't know what happened you know all of my bad habits you know it's hard for me to control that shit man cuz when i get mad i get big mad shoulda never did that, get back in my bag in my feelings i'm a bad lil bitch and uh-"
i look back to kristen, who's wearing a pained expression on her face.Â
good.
she know it's about her.Â
"i'm triggered, when i see your face triggered when i hear your name triggered, i am not okay you need to stay out my what triggered when i hear your name triggered i am not okay you need to stay out my way."Â
and then it's over, and the crowd cheers, and i hurry off the stage, back to my section where my friends all hug me and tell me that it was beautiful.Â
and when the crowd settles, and i've taken another shot, because i felt entirely too sober, someone taps me on my shoulder.Â
it's jana.
"can i get your number?"
"huh?" i ask confused as to why she'd want my number.Â
"uh..." she looks around for a second. "i just wanna pay you back for the bottle."
jana hasn't been drinking.. why would she need to pa-
a light bulb goes off in my head and it all come together.Â
"here." i hold my phone to hers and our contacts share to each other.Â
am i ready for this?
probably not.
but.... we gotta start somewhere right?
niyah speaks lawd they got me writing a seriessss
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BEING CHILDHOOD FRIENDS WITH STEB âšđđđâš
You surely met because your parents were Friends,or simply because you two went to the same School
Does piltover has schools?
Anyways,if you two met in School (im sorry for this one) he was bullied.
Either was for just being himself of just by the way he looks,it's more common (like we all see) to see vastayas like Scar but,a fish-type vastayas is very difficult to see,even more in Piltover.
So,you were there,watching a scene where two kids were annoying the litle Steb.
(Poor little thing)
So you,as a little kid yourself,went directly to them and ask them what the hell whats their problem? (In a kid dialect,of course)
The two kids left Steb alone to focus on you,and you decides to confront them.
You started to attack with words of them being mean to Steb with no reason,the two annoying kids started to get...well...started to cry at your words and run away.
You saw a little Steb (maybe a year older than you) and you offered him your hand,with a smiling face and a your natural blush on your cheeks.
Steb (as he is) is a kid of little to no words,but when he is with you,this doesn't happen.
He can be hours and i mean HOURS chatting with you,about anything.
If you're in the same class,he will inmediatly change his seat next to you so you can study,eat and do everything together.
If you're in different class,he just keep looking at the clock,can't wait to see you in break time!
(Do you know the dynamic of she fell first,but he fell harder??)
Well,something like that happen to him.
You,of course,develop true feelings for him quickly,let's say in 3rd grade (8 years) and you couldn't help but look at him,be close to him,make pijama parties to sleep with him you're kids OK?? EVERYTHING next to him,and when you started to grow older,this didn't change.
And the way he looked at you (before) was something like...admiration,respect he didn't wanted to be with you,he wanted to be LIKE you.
But...as he grow older,the more he realized that he coudn't find someone more perfect than you.
When you two are teenagers you two are just the akward friends who likes each other but are too shy or too coward to show their feelings for each other.
Steb,Will always stay still,but close to you,meanwhile you,always start physical touch,either is touching his knee with yours,resting your head on his shoulder,you know...those things that Friends totally do.
Slowly,It the ball of graduation was coming,and as expected,you rented a beautiful Aqua blue dress/suit (you said you wanted to combine with him) while he was in a White suit (god he looks so handosme)
You two danced along all night,drank,and more dancing!
You were enjoying your time with him,you surely was!
One moment,you stopped him and said you wanted to get a glass,but he didn't let you,he grabbed you by your hand
You:Why wouldnt you let me? It's just a glass...
You asked not annoyed,but concerned.
Steb:Because...if you don't remember this night,this won't do the worth...
And then,he slowly pull you by the hand,you staying in front of him.
You now were surely concerned for real.
To remember what?
Then,the slow song started to play,It was not fast but either that slow,It was a rythm in which couple can slowly dance,take their partners and kiss at the middle of the song while resting the head on their chest.
You:Steb what....what are you doing? this is for couples...
Steb:I know...
Steb slowly put your hands on his shoulders and with his glowing,mesmerizing blue eyes looked at you,asking for permission to put his hand on your waist.
The beat slowly began to travell through your body,and you listen to the lyrics carefully...
I would never fall again until i found her
...
I was lost within the darkness until i found you
I found you
You:Steb...what is this...
Of course...you were not refereing to the song
What is this feeling? You thought
Steb:I...you...you are the most splendid,amaizing, and steongest person i have ever met.
A pause was made
But if it wasn't for that day,the day you saved me...literally and metaphorically...i'm not able to think a day in my Life without you on It.
And thinking of making our lifes apart after School,destroys me.
And i'm not asking you to say yes because i don't have that much to offer,but i promise you,i won't dissapoint you,i won't leave you,i won't betray you,ever.
So,please (y/n)....could you be my Life from now on?
Your eyes began to slowly glaze over,and your mouth was slighlty open,to let in a little bit of oxygen,to let you live this moment,to let you process this was happening.
Steb carefully looked,at your eyes,he didn't know what to expect,honestly.
The song is over,theres no respond yet,he slowly takes his hand off your waist,in dissapointment.
But you don't,you wanted to live this moment over,and over and over again.
You:Steb...I...I..
You take a pause,your hands still on his shoulders,you looked at his shoes.
A few tears began to fall on his shoes.
You looked up,looking at him with the biggest,most charming smile you have ever had
You: you have no idea how much i've been eating for you.
A/N-PLEASE english is not my first lenguage and my keyboard is in spanish soo,yup,that's It,if theres any error,please forgive me ;)
Hope you like It as much as i liked to write this!
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The Archon's Baby - Chapter 9 - Rising Tensions - Enter Capitano
Previous Chapter
request from ao3: Make one where they have a child but the female character doesn't tell Mavuika that she is expecting a child and distances herself from Mavuika please đđ
warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, traveller uses they/them pronouns, arguing, mentions of death, poor descriptions of fighting.
Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3. Reader is not the traveller. Reader's adoptive sisters are Chasca and Chuychu.
Eventually, the team who were sent out to fight in the Night Warden Wars returned. All but one. Kachina, who had fallen in battle, would need to revived by the Rite of Ressurection. Everyone else seemed calm, but you couldn't help but frown. Kachina was a child, who had gone to war and died. She would be resurrected and celebrated, which you were glad for, but still, you worried about how traumatic the situation may have been for her.
"Oh hey, it's been a while! How are you doing?" Paimon's voice caught Mualani's attention, along with the Traveller's and Kinich's, as the floating silver creature spotted you already seated waiting for the Rite of Ressurection, and celebration of the Night Warden Wars victory to begin.
"Trying my best. Heard you guys were at the People of the Springs when the attack happened, I'm glad everyone made it out okay, including Atea. I heard she was injured." You smiled softly, cradling the waterskin that Chuychu was insisting you keep drinking water from throughout the ceremony.
"Speaking of Atea, I have something I need to give you from her when everything is over." Mualani interjected, looking over you carefully for any clues, but she couldn't figure out what Atea knew. She also didn't spot how Mavuika was watching you all from her throne. A part of the pyro archon wishing you could be sat with her... but it would be safer for you down there, with Chuychu nearby, and the toilets too...
"Warriors of Natlan - heed the call of life. We are the inheritors of memory and legend. Those who grew alongside sun and wind. Those who forged our own destiny and future. That is Natlan's fire, the lifeblood of our nation." Ntotila declared, as Mavuika headed towards the sacred flame to retrieve Kachina. Her hair setting alight as she disappeared into the flames, making your stomach churn.
Closing your eyes, you held your hand over your heart as everyone began to sing the Ode of Ressurection.
The song eventually ended, but Mavuika returned alone?
"I could not find Kachina within the Night Kingdom, or locate her Ancient Name." Mavuika announced, much to everyone's confusion, including her own. People began to shout, accusations were made, while you rubbed at your temples, a headache brewing.
"I can't listen to these jealous idiots. And they're supposed to be adults." You grumbled, standing up to walk away.
"Are you okay?" The Traveller looked worried, spotting how Mavuika's eyes lingered on the group as Mualani argued with the two idiots trying to suggest Kachina was not a hero.
"Think about it everyone. Who do you think is really at fault here? A girl who never should've even gone to war... Or the great pyro archon? Why would the rules of our nation suddenly stop working?" Tepexpan's accusation had you freezing in place, anger washing over you. Blasphemy...
"Maybe you should all shut up and realise it's probably the abyss interfering? Accusing Kachina and Mavuika will get you nowhere. Jumping to those blasphemous conclusions will get no nowhere. Get your heads of of your asses and use your brains for once." Your voice was louder than you expected, storming away before anyone could retort to your sharp words. Or you calling Mavuika anything but 'archon'.
Mavuika watched you storm away, her eyes flickering to behind her as the Sacred Flame seemed to react to your anger, growing a little bit bigger and a little brighter until you were out of sight.
Luckily, Mualani continued to stand up for Kachina, your words to fall into the background, brushed over.
"That's enough. There is no doubt about today's victory, or Kachina's part in it. She is a hero worthy of our admiration and celebration. However, the failure of today's ceremony is undeniable. Kachina has not been rekindled, and I offer you all my deepest apologies as I continue to investigate this matter..."
Mavuika's voice tapered off as you returned to her chambers, curling up with the blankets over your head. Your head hurt, and now you had probably just embarrased your girlfriend and your sisters with your outburst.
You missed Mavuika putting Tepexpan and Tamuin in their place, but the sound of multiple pairs of footsteps entering the Speaker's Chambers caught your attention, causing you to hide further under the blankets.
You recognised all of the voices. Mavuika. Paimon. The Traveller. Mualani. Kinich. Iansan. Chasca...
Luckily, you couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. Meaning you couldn't hear Chasca agree to go in person to the Night Kingdom with the others to retrieve Kachina.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Atea was wounded in the fight against the abyss. She wanted us to give this to you... it 'embodies fond memories and my strength of will' that's what she asked us to tell you, she said you'd understand what that means," Mualani held out Atea's talisman, "and she has something for your sister, Chasca, but I don' t know where she went-"
Chasca huffed at that, looking directly at Mavuika, who was luckily distracted by the talisman.
"I didn't think this day would come so soon. The flames of her life force, I can feel them flowing through the talisman. If things were different, the two of us could have enjoyed the hot springs together while she gave this to me in person. We're supposed to be 'hot spring buddies' after all..." Mavuika held back her emotion, especially with the warning glare on Chasca's face, "but don't worry. This talisman means a great deal to me. I'll take good care of it, and once this is all over, I'll pay Atea a visit. I can also sort out Atea's other wish..." Mavuika's eyes briefly glanced over at the door that led to her personal chambers, knowing that was where you were.
"Of course. Because the only person who knows her better than her sisters is her archon." Chasca folded her arms, pretending to be happy about what had just been said. Luckily the conversation ended after that, with only Iansan and Kinich remaining by the archon's side.
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Mavuika ushered Iansan and Kinich out, asking them to wait for her near the Sacred Flame, while she headed into her chambers, with Atea's gift for you in her hands.
"My love?" her hand gently rested on your shoulder, your entire body hidden under the blanket, but she knew you were awake.
"I'm sorry."
"There is nothing for you to apologise for. The general public cannot know the truth, but them questioning the integrity of our heroes... I understand your outburst. I wish I could remain here instead of my duty, but unfortunately I cannot. Mualani brought something for you, from Atea... her request was that you should open it in private." Mavuika explained, watching as you removed the blanket from your face to look at her.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Mavuika headed to leave, watching as you took the package into your lap with a confused look on your face.
"I love you." Mavuika called out as her hand lingered on the doorknob, observing how your eyes were glassy but the smile on your face reached them.
"I love you too."
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You were reading the letter Atea addressed to you when you heard a large explosion coming from the stadium. Leaving the package on the bed, you forwent shoes, hurrying out and past civillians who looked at you in confusion in your beeline towards the arena.
Mavuika was fighting the First Fatui Harbinger. The Captain.
"You shouldn't be here." Kinich immediately kept you behind him and Iansan, the backlashing winds from the pyro and cryo attacks whipping around the stadium.
"What does he want? Besides the gnosis? Wait, is she using your claymore?" You looked at Kinich, grimacing as said claymore was destroyed in the battle. Yeah Mavuika was getting an earful from Xilonen for that...
"Watch out!" Kinich grumbled as the three of you were pushed backwards by the wind of another explosion. Luckily, before the three of you could get blown about any further, a fog suddenly appearing to steal the injured harbinger away. Mavuika stood alone in the areantil Kinich and Iansan arrived by her side, the two keeping you behind them.
"Send word. The Captain and his followers must be apprehended." Mavuika ordered to the Flower-Feather Clan member, Yagbeu. He looked from his archon, to you, then ran to fulfill his task. The patrols of your tribe may be a line of defense for the abyss, but now it would be patrolling against the Fatui too.
"Are you alright, archon?" Iansan asked hurriedly, as Mavuika chuckled.
"He was a formidable opponent - exactly what I would expect of the First of the Fatui Harbingers." Her face soon shifted to worry as she spotted the dust in your hair, "are you unharmed? Let me get you a medic-"
"I've got her." Chuychu interjected, stealing you away before Kinich and Iansan could ask questions about Mavuika fawning over you.
"What are you doing-"
"I should be asking you that! I need to go chase after our older sister, so I'm leaving you with Mayahuel. You're still in the danger zone of the first trimester!"
"Pregnancy itself is a danger zone." You hissed back at your elder sister, who left you in the hands of Mayahuel. The doctor from the Mastesr of the Night-Wind took you away with a comforting smile, and a nod to Chuychu.
"My dear... where are your shoes?" Mayahuel raised a nonjudgemental eyebrow as you flustered, realising they were under the archon's bed. You couldn't exactly tell the doctor that.
/// Meanwhile...
"Oh, you have a younger sister?" Paimon turned to Chasca with intrigue, "wait, Mualani, you said something about a sister-"
"I have two younger sisters. I'll introduce you to them sometime." Chasca thought back to you at the stadium, and Chuychu, who she had a sneaking suspicion was also at the Scions of the Canopy, "let's get back to business. Wayna, how do we use the stone?"
///
You were fine, but the declaration to rest made you want to scream internally. You'd spent so much time hiding (living) in Mavuika's chambers, and now you needed to do it even more. Chuychu could only keep your parents at bay for so long, and with how often Chasca avoided going home... you had definitely broken a record. How had they not come to the stadium and dragged you back by now? They didn't even know about your pregnancy... oh you felt like a horrible daughter...
Walking into the Speaker's Chambers, you froze as you realised Mavuika was there, with Iansan.
"Um... hello." Your voice waivered, looking between the two Ancient Name bearers nervously.
#mavuika x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#chasca x sister!reader#chuychu x sister!reader#requested fic#turned into a series
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mix: firstprince (taylor's version)
#rwrbedit#alex x henry#alex claremont diaz#henry fox#my reward for not putting any tswift songs on my other mix is that i decided to do one that is just. nothing but tswift songs.#so. firstprince mix (taylor's version)#i was gonna do 'say don't go' for kensington but.#i actually liked 'haunted' a lot more for it#and nearly did 'haunted' for the scene of alex and nora but they swapped#(dress was entirely self-indulgent btw but. i couldn't resist.)#i have zero apologies for the choice of 'paper rings' btw#not pictured: me tapping my foot and waiting impatiently for rep tv#(listen my life will not be complete until i hear 'don't blame me (taylor's version)')#i'm choosing to blame this on my best friend#bc i went 'since i didn't put any on the other mix tell me i can't make one that's just tswift songs'#and she went 'do it.'#and i said 'okay at least tell me i can't just name it 'firstprince (taylor's version)'' and she said 'okay but you should'#so here we are.#also i think my favorite coloring in this is the one i used for 'wildest dreams' and 'you are in love' and 'say don't go'#yes i did attempt to color them in ways reminiscent of the albums and what about it
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Retreat to the covers from the sound of the rain.
#mia winters#ethan winters#mithan#resident evil#re7#re8#resident evil 7#resident evil 8#resident evil biohazard#resident evil village#Hi Evil Resident Heads I Am Back With More#Friend Vio DM'd Me A Still From What I Just Now Discovered Was The ChaIIengers Movie And Said It Was Mithan So I Opened Clip Studio Paint#Can't Wait To Play RE7 Myself : ) Did Watch A Condensed Playthru A Little Bit Ago But Like I Said In My Prev Post I Am On An RE Kick Rn#They Fascinate Me . Bi4Bi T4T Sick In The Head4Sick In The Head It Makes Me Ill#They Unintentionally Hurt Each Other So Much (Mostly Mia Needless To Say) But They Also Truly Love And Care For Each Other So Much#I Believe So At Least#And It Hurts Me To See </3 Their Whole Thing Is So Messy And Beautiful To Me#Oh Also Listen To Amber Run's The Weight .... Beautiful Cozy Song Give It A Listen#P.S. Mia Is Wasian Send Tweet#my art
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just saw that a music journalist archived taylor swift's ipod from when she was in high school and made a playlist on spotify of all the songs, in order of most listened to. and her most listened to song was fucking. love addict. by the family force 5. homegirl was watching ouran amvs in 2007 there's genuinely no other explanation to me
#she has like 2-3 other songs on there that are like insane amv songs. i have to believe. it's so funny to me#her MOST LISTENED TO SONG???#is HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT (HEY!) CAN'T KICK THE HABIT! I GOT TO HAVE IT! I'M WHAT THEY CALL A LOVE ADDICT!!
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since i'm back in my stucky feels, i just need to know why they chose "it's been a long long time" to reintroduce bucky to steve. i mean what in the actual fuck were they thinking if they didn't want us to be absolutely unhinged about them?
#HAVE YOU EVEN LISTENED TO THE LYRICS????#THEY MAKE ME INSANE#'NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD BE / STANDING HERE SO CLOSE TO ME'#'THERE'S SO MUCH I FEEL THAT I SHOULD SAY / BUT WORDS CAN WAIT UNTIL SOME OTHER DAY'#'HAVEN'T FELT LIKE THIS MY DEAR / SINCE I CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN'#'YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW MANY DREAMS / I'VE DREAMED ABOUT YOU / OR JUST HOW EMPTY THEY ALL SEEMED WITHOUT YOU'#anyway#ANYWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#i mean it's been what? ten years? whenever that fucking movie came out#AND I STILL THINK ABOUT WHAT A DELIBERATE CHOICE THAT SONG WAS#fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee#anYWAYyyyy#stucky#captain america#marvel#steve x bucky#bucky barnes#steve rogers#catws
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May your feet serve you well and the rest be sent to hell
Where they always have belonged, cold hearts grew colder songs
Fate will play us out with a song of pure romance
STOMP YOUR FEET AND CLAP YOUR HANDS ~ !!
KILL TONIGHT !!
SHOW THEM ALLLLL YOU'RE NOT THE ORDINARY TYPEEE- !!
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yes#I listen to P!ATD !!#I fucking love their songs instrumental#and Brendon's vocals !!>>>#â
..now onto comments bout my drawing:#the eyes are#well#ewgh#he looks like an alien đ«€#wait no I can't use that#aliens are cool#..the arms aren manwhathefu#..also there's no other leg#and the thigh(s) look.. meh#but erh#it took me two hours to finish while I was at school#using a pencil and a pen that weren't even mine#I used supplies that my school hade for everybody#I also drew this while listening to 'Let's Kill Tonight'#..for 1 and a half hour. Yeah I had a lot of free time at my schoolâ
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steren's artâ
#2018 tmnt#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt fanart#riseofthetmnt fanart#rise donnie#rottmnt donnie
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So Secret Life is happening. And it's great. And it has potential to be a LONG series compared to other life installments.
Let me explain.
Historically, the biggest killers in the life series are fall damage, PvP, and TNT (if you're wondering how I know this, this is how). Let's look at how each of those makes you dead.
Fall damage gets people in one of two ways: either taking a fatal bit of damage after being almost killed by something else (ex. Tango's final death in Limited Life), or falling a massive distance that wipes all ten hearts in one go (ex. Grian's final death in Limited Life). Neither of these are particularly viable at killing someone in Secret Life, at least not for a while, given all the players have triple the amount of hearts as usual. As for big falls, a lethal fall for someone with a full 30 hearts would have to be roughly 63+ blocks (fall damage is half a heart for every block after the third, with some small discrepancies for tick timings). That's a LONG fall. I'm talking you could jump off the top of the Crastle from 3rd Life and survive just fine. Granted, people won't be on 30 hearts forever, so that number will gradually whittle down, but what's typically a big killer is going to be more of an inconvenience for people with higher hearts.
PvP is the only top cause of death that's based on consistent and deliberate lowering of health, and without the boogeyman, it's not even a factor until someone goes red. Grian has implied, however, that reds will get different (and likely more violent) secrets, so I expect that once one person goes red, things will go downhill for everyone else rather quickly. I'm curious to see how PvP will work for people with high hearts but no regeneration. It'll probably take longerâan unenchanted Netherite axe in the right hands can deal a full 30 hearts worth of damage in just 4 seconds, but against unenchanted diamond armor would take around a full 20 seconds, assuming the person (for some reason) didn't fight back at all. And keep in mind players are allowed to enchant to their heart's content this season. The goal of most confrontations is likely going to be just to put a big dent in another player's health and in the hopes that that endangers them enough to be killed by more natural causes, rather than putting in the effort to wipe them out completely. Reds will likely prefer seeking out players with lower health in order to complete their secrets, but they may have to break the mold if they can't find an ideal target. Additionally, I wouldn't be surprised if some red secrets are something along the lines of "deal [x] amount of damage to a player" instead of just "kill someone."
On to TNT. The idea when setting off an explosion is always to do the maximum amount of damage possible. Explosions are based on power (how hard a thing explodes (4 in the case of TNT and 6 for end crystals)) and impact (how hard the exploding thing hits you). Impact is based on exposure (how close you are to the exploding thing), which varies wildly every time, so it's hard to say exactly how much TNT it would take to kill someone with 30 hearts in one go. My best guess, based on TNT-related deaths we've seen, is probably sixish point-blank explosions (probably best reached with six stacked TNT minecarts). Personally, I would love to find out exactly how much TNT you would need, and I'm sure Secret Life will help me out here. In short, you need a LOT of TNT to kill someone, but iron and TNT can be earned from secret rewards, so it may not be all that hard to get. And players should invest in a piece of blast protection armor (just one, though, more than one doesn't do enough good to be worth it).
And, on top of all this, players can get hearts back. Not without some trials and tribulation, but they have three pretty substantial lives. Sure, people will have bad days (like Martyn) from natural hazards like caving and being exposed at night, but both those things become much easier to avoid after session one or two.
TL;DRâit's harder to lose a life in Secret Life. As long as people are careful and try to hang on to their green/yellow lives, it could easily be the longest life series installment yet.
#3rd life went for eight sessions with fourteen people actively trying to kill each other for the majority of the time#I think secret life can at least tie that#I do think people will start to get decimated once the first red rolls around though#the lack of regen will hit HARD#can't wait#fascinated by all these mechanics#it's going to be insane I just know it#currently thinking about how falling in lava would mess you UP in this series#if you've read this far listen to whispers by the arcadian wild#it's a great song for secret life#secret life#traffic spoilers#life series#overrainylyzed#also you guys have NO idea the amount of math I had to do for this goddamn post
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LIVE THUNDER SAGA REACTION!!!!!!
Because I wasn't in time with the other releases sadly, but caw caw motherfuckers it's the 4th of July so happy drop day to ME!
Suffering - Different Beasts
Who's singing? PENELOPE??????
ARE THOSE THE SIRENS????????? Or is this just a dream he's having? Hmmmm...
Penny I'll jump in the water for you! Wait did he say daughter? ...Ody would be a great girl dad tho, change my mind.
OH MY GOD I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THE TRANSITION BETWEEN THE TWO SONGS OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!
I FUCKING KNEW IT THOSE WERE SIRENS
"Cut off their tails, leave them to drown" ??????????????
Damn, he's really taking Poseidon's advice to heart, huh?
Wait can sirens even drown, I thought they could breathe underwater... although if they can't move, having their tails cut off and all...hmmm... or maybe they're the classic Greek bird sirens...
Daddy chill đŹ
Wait, was it just my impression or did the chanting of "Odysseus" sound like the chanting of "Poseidon" at the start of "Ruthlessness"?
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I love how differently Mr. Jalapeno handled the sirens. In the original Odyssey, Odysseus had himself tired to the mast so he could listen to their song (which highlighted his hubris, that was much more evident in the original text) but having him use the beeswax and read their lips was extremely clever. â
Scylla
Hmm... Not a huge fan of her voice... Doesn't really fit a monster...
EUCALYPTUS YOU BITCH!!!!!!!
Omg, the "Full Speed Ahead" callback!??!
I genuinely can't understand the lyrics, but I know bad shit is happening. Wait, is that a bit of "Survive" thrown in there?
Nevermind about her voice, it's great đł
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Ok, I'm very glad I read the Odyssey when I was 9, because I have a hard time with the lyrics sometimes. I know in this part Ody had to choose between sailing closer to Scilla (which would probably kill up to six men) or closer to Cariddi (which would definitely kill all of them), so I'm assuming this is the bit where the sailors bit it or got bit, as it wereâ
Mutiny
-Ok, I had to pause here because I was absolutely enraged-
I'M SORRY???? I'M SORRY???? WHO WAS THE BITCH THAT OPENED THE WIND BAG, BLOWING EVERYONE TO WHERE POSEIDON WAS, COSTING YOU 558 MEN, WHICH FORCED ODYSSEUS TO OPEN THE WIND BAG AGAIN, WHICH BLEW EVERYONE TO CIRCE'S ISLAND, WHERE YOU NEARLY LOST THE REMAINING FORTY MEN, AND IN FACT, YOU VOTED IN FAVOUR OF LEAVING THEM BEHIND AND SKEEDADDLING, BUT NOOOO, SIX MEN IS WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE???? YOU HYPOCRITE
Why does this sound like a fighting game miniboss battle?
WHO JUST GOT STABBED?? ODYSSEUS?????
"Where are we?" "Moo" 10/10, no notes
"Don't open the bag"
*proceeds to open the bag*
"Don't kill the cattle"
*proceeds to kill the cattle*
ODY CANON NICKNAME????
Honestly, 99% of the shit Ody goes through
THE JUST A MAN CALLBACK???????
OH THAT IS IT, EURYLOCHOS, GET OVER HERE, I'M THROWING HANDS
Yeah, ok, as an Odyssey reader, everybody gonna die, I been knew, let's move on.
Thunder Bringer
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LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO THUNDER BRINGER, THE SONG I'VE SPECIFICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR, I'M READY BABY, WHOOOOâ
Is that the same theme as in God Games??????
Mr Zeus's voice actor, spectacular job, chef's kiss, no notes. Also I saw the animatic trailer, and at the cost of being smited, I get it. I get it.
The way King of Ithaca sounds so mocking coming from Zeus omg.
I VOTE EURYLOCHOS!!!! I VOTE HE DIES!!!!
The crew. I vote the crew. Ody. C'mon. There's only 40 of them left, what is even the point.
Oooh, the call backs??? This should be called the Callback Saga.
"but we'll die" FUCKING KARMA BITCH, SHOULDA THOUGHT ABOUT IT
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No joke, I love the chorus for this song so much, I just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling and smiling like an idiot đ <- me, ca 10 minutes agoâ
#ah finally on time for an epic release!#i missed the other ones sadly#i genuinely didn't know it had started coming out until the ocean saga#i remember i started following jay specifically because of ruthlessness#from that one snippet in 2021#and i listened to the ocean saga on the bus on the way home from work#having to act like that song didn't just realign my astral body#two years of waiting paid off beautifully#can't wait for the next saga im so pumped about god games đ€©#i wanna hear apollo's part jay pleaaaseeeee#epic the musical#epic the thunder saga#my post#epic reactions#my post (epic the musical)
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Hey y'all! I am in the mood for some new (to me) music. Do you have any recommendations for songs that make you want to dance? No limits on genre or language, but if you're sending me a link to a specific music video please give me a heads up if it has flashing lights (if possible). Thanks!
#the person behind the yarn#I heard a song playing at the local Joanns the other day and I regret not writing down the lyrics so I could look it up#very very dance-able#I remember none of the words at all lol#I do not care what language the songs I listen to are in#if it's fun to sing I will learn the lyrics regardless of language#I mean most of the songs I listen to are in English but I have songs I sing along with in several other languages#...I might only know what like half of the words actually mean but I did know the meanings at one point!#I just learned a lot of the lyrics before I got sick and those memories are Gone#oh wait if the lyrics are not in English and the lyrics are propositioning someone I would like to know that#so there's not a repeat of the 'the only French I knew as a child was song lyrics but I very much didn't know what they meant'#like I do not mind the lyrics I just want to avoid another Incident#I cannot tell you how many adults (in retrospect) heard me singing that song. CLEARLY had a face journey about it#and were like...she can't know what that means. Should I tell her? That would be so awkward. I'm not going to tell her#I thought adults just didn't like French for so long
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Now, I might be a terminal nerd, but my mood went from "Why noises?!" when my phone buzzed for this email, to "Ooh, actually yes this is something I am glad to have been notified of"
I will have to wait until I'm back downstairs to give it a listen myself, but here's the link for anyone else who might want it.
#music#the longest johns#I hope this is as good as I imagine it will be#and can't wait until I get a moment to myself to listen to it#(this song is a major earworm and just a solid bop generally)#at least the couple of other versions I have of it are#so I'm sure this will be fantastic too#Bandcamp
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"some night, huh?"
#fanvideo#calendiles#rupert giles#jenny calendar#i have been listening to this song a lot in general lately & Of Course i made it about calendiles#it just. fits too well.#something about wanting that affirmation from the other person that you matter#because you can't trust that you do when you want it so bad#and then waiting to show your own hand until they show theirs....#yeah.#Youtube
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It's a shame owl city hasn't put out anything new in like ten years. But ending on the ultraviolet ep means he at least went out on a good note. Too bad nothing came of that ep
#sorry it's apparently time for my bi-yearly modern owl city rant#the ultraviolet ep truly feels like the last thing he put his heart into#it just felt so unique and new and different. i was soooo excited for the direction he was taking#was listening to pre-2015 music of his and like. god what happened#mobile orchestra wasn't *terrible* but it felt so ... lifeless. so... burned out. like i personally wouldn't even call it a good album.#cinematic was better but still ... eh. it gave me hope at least.#coco moon imploded that hope. is he a youth pastor now??? it's fine if he is but like ... that was like veggie tales: the album#at least he sounded like he was actually enjoying himself. but god every song was the same corny structure#kelly time would've been fine if it was the only song like that!! but they all ended with the same addressing the audience#with 'so you see life is cool and you should enjoy it and the lessons it teaches' i just. adam how did we get here#well actually the closer was fine bc it was a totally normal love song to his partner. thank god it had one song that didn't do that#and the religious songs are so... on the nose now. what happened to angels... galaxies... meteor shower... kamikaze.... i still adore those#it's funny that bastille are now doing the same concept of an album but WAYYYY better. god i can't wait for the full '&' release#alright i think rant over. anyway#sorry one last thing. in my heart i knew it was joever when the one song from ultraviolet that made it to the next album#was the one Sad Inspirational life goes on we just have to accept it and learn from it. (oh my god. it was the proto-coco moon...)#he left beautiful times and wolf bite and up all night behind for the sake of this isn't the end???#it's honestly for the best that he chose it bc any of the other 3 would've really highlighted how bland the rest of mobile orchestra was#alright. NOW rant over
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Their poses remind me of that eminem meme that's been going around
#paradox live#buraikan#chisei kuzuryu#haruomi shingu#meme#i know this is so stupid#i'm sorry#btw their new song is so good#i'm obsessed#aaaah i can't wait to listen to the other units !!!
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