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Olalla Chapter Sixteen 1/2

Jake Kiszka x f!OC 4.070 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): mentions of loss and trauma, heavy angst and arguing, kissing, fluff, and as always, an unhealthy dose of heavy emotions and feelings, sprinkled with some uplifting comic relief here and there; when the newfound intimacy is fragile, things simply don't always go smoothly,...

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Well there's a rose in a fisted glove And the eagle flies with the dove And if you can't be with the one you love honey Love the one you're with

April 20th 2026, leaving Albany

The weather was merciful.

As if the unbiased forces of the universe wanted to grant them some respite. Because no matter what’s happening, no matter what tragedies and atrocities poison human hearts, the blooming Spring always seems to bring new hope to the world. It is because Nature is merciful to those whose souls are untainted.

So, when the warm afternoon Sun emerged from behind the clouds and its warm beams landed on their skin through the windshield, a soft hum escaped Neszka’s lips as she exhaled, making Jake glance her way. Unlike him, she wore no sunglasses and the blinding sun rays forced her to close her eyes.

The time seemed to slow down and Jake wondered if she could feel it too. It was just the two of them against the whole world, driving along the vast sea of trees dressed in young, lime green leaves. The muffled sound of the running engine often dulled his senses and made his mind wander, but not this time. Not when all his thoughts came running back to her and what she had said just two hours ago. Despite the calmness of the moment, his heart was beating fast, but it was no longer unpleasant. A few more minutes passed before she broke the silence.

“Can I open the window?” Neszka asked meekly shortly after they exited Interstate 87, making Jake chuckle softly.

“You can do whatever you want, Veela.”

“I wish it was true,” she sighed as she pressed the button to roll her window down, letting the cool fresh air in. It immediately sent her hair flying. Panicking, Neszka pressed the window button again to close it but instead, it went even further down. “You’re driving too fast,” she squeaked while trying to spit the untamed strands of hair out of her mouth.

This time he laughed in earnest, because she suddenly really looked like a storm nymph, with the bewildered, wild look in her eyes and all. Then it reminded him of the dreams he used to have, with her standing on an elevated rock, crying like a banshee, and his stomach dropped. “I’m driving just fine. It’s just a bit windy outside. Wait a sec.” He opened the left rear passenger window, turning the drumming turbulence inside the cabin into a much softer air flow. “I would have thought you’re used to a bit of wind, mountain girl. Getting soft already?”

“Spierdalaj!”

“Language!” he laughed again, and she blew a raspberry on him. Hell hath no fury like a Polish woman ridiculed. The man wanted to play? She was more than ready.

“It just surprised me, ok? I didn’t expect that. It was getting stifling hot in here.” She demonstratively tugged at the front of her t-shirt, letting some of the cool air dry the sweat that accumulated in between her tits. She spread her legs next, even though with the jeans she had on, it was just a demonstrative gesture. It worked though… “Maybe if you turned the air conditioning on, I wouldn’t have to feel like I’m sitting in a bog.”

Absolutely unprepared, Jake just took a gulp of coffee that was already getting cold and immediately spat it all over the steering wheel. With a smug grin, Neszka turned her face towards the window as if nothing happened. “But this, this is bliss…,” she added whispering, completely ignoring Jake’s cough.

What a change, he thought. Just a few days ago, she was only a ghost of that kind, graceful and quick-tempered woman he fell in love with last September. He was so glad to have her back. Calm and melancholic when not poked, it took just one rash or hurtful word to send her raging like a storm…

“Why was he alone up there?” Jake asked bluntly all of the sudden. He didn’t even know why; it just occurred to him and he spurted it out without really thinking. As expected, it immediately changed the atmosphere in the car from playful to tense, and Jake cursed himself internally.

“Who?” Neszka asked warily, even though she knew. This was not how he was supposed to play this game.

During the past three weeks, they barely mentioned him, and deep down, she was glad.

Jake sighed. There was no escaping it. “Josh… You told me you went to look for him all by yourself as soon as the storm was over, but you never told me why he was there all alone in the first place. Doesn’t sound like Josh. Not when there’s someone to spend time with…”

Neszka closed the window first and motioned to Jake to do the same with the rear one. It was already getting a bit chilly inside and it was about to get worse.

“I don’t really know. The weather was a bit volatile that day. I wouldn’t have recommended anyone to go anywhere, but I wasn’t there when he left. I don’t know.”

And that was a lie. Because the truth felt like salt in the wound that was still raw.

And Jake knew. She started breathing through her nose and avoiding eye contact, which always gave her away.

“Could you pass me a napkin?” he asked first in a low voice. Only when he carefully wiped the rest of the coffee from the steering wheel, he decided to confront her. Equally carefully.

“He booked a flight for August 21th… the day after.”

She didn’t respond, but pursed her lips instead, which was as good as nodding. So she knew about that. And she probably knew the reason why.

“And you already knew who Christopher was when you first met us. I mean… pardon my curiosity, but people don’t usually talk about ex-partners right after the first fuck.” Jake didn’t want it to sound so harsh, but he couldn’t help himself.

“We actually talked about him before the first fuck!” she snapped and crossed her arms.

She was clearly upset and Jake hated himself for causing that, but this was actually something he had wondered about for quite some time. All his logic told him that she and Josh had been basically done before he intervened.

The irony, right? Fate’s really whimsical sometimes. Jake was never one to wallow in what-ifs. He mourned the loss of Lulu-bean – or perhaps the loss of the idea of having a daughter – but Emilia had been right. You were never there. Things happen in a way they’re supposed to. At least he chose to believe so, because it would mean he had been given an extraordinary gift of repentance and a new start…

“I’m sorry Veela. I guess it’s really none of my bussin…” But she suddenly cut him off.

“We had a fight the night before. One idiot that I… used to know, he got jealous of Joshua and told the whole house about his microphone technician and the rumours… We talked about it, we got drunk, and then he told me he would never love a woman. I basically kicked him out of my room. Happy now?”

Jake took a deep breath and glanced at her, but Neszka’s head was turned the other way.

“Those are Taffy’s words, though…”

She looked at him in surprise, but quickly remembered that this was in fact Joshua’s twin, which meant much more than physical resemblance, so she just sighed and started toying with the hem of her shirt.

“And it’s clearly not true,” he continued. It wasn’t easy to say that, but Jake sensed she needed to hear it.

“And it’s clearly not a complete lie either. What’s the purpose of this conversation, Jake?”

Healing, baby. It’s probably time we have this conversation. And I’ve been an idiot for avoiding it for so long. “it’s not… I mean… you probably need some closure.”

“Are they back together?”

It took Jake a few seconds to respond, but he could feel her eyes burning a hole in his cheek. “Yeah,” he mumbled at last, eyes firmly on the road ahead.

It was met with silence that lasted for almost a minute before she spoke again. “Oh, that’s good. I’m glad… I wonder if that’s why he didn’t even bother to come and see me…”

“No, that’s not true. I mean… not only was this all his doing and his idea from the very start, he’s also working closely with Jim to make sure that no one hurts you ever again. He really cares, Veela.”

Neszka involuntarily touched the bruise that was already turning green. Mama’s words rang in her ears again. The world is full of bad people, but that man loves you. She didn’t even bother to say ‘they’. Mom always knew… The sooner she’d fully accept that, the better. It still wasn’t easy, though. She just wished it wasn’t all just lies. Nothing more; just that. Feeling bitter about it was a new feeling, brought about by the silence of the recent days.

“Uh huh… so WHY didn’t he come to visit? Didn’t even call…”

Fuck. “Because… I asked him not to do that…”

Knowing her, he started chewing at the inside of his mouth, anticipating an inevitable storm. He, however, did not expect to suddenly find himself under the eye of a hurricane, because he wasn’t aware he literally knocked the air out of her lungs with that little confession. You did it again. Looking sideways warily, his eyes met with her piercing stare, wild and dark green like a poison potion. He was glad she could not really see through his shades.

“Stop the car,” she ordered with a deliberate, steely calmness.

“Calm down, I can explain.” It wasn’t such a big deal, right?

“I said STOP-THE-FUCKING-CAR, kurwa mać!” Raising her voice, Neszka started banging her hand against the center console. Jake had to grab her wrist to pacify her, but she continued to wrestle with him. “Ok… FINE!”

After finding a safe spot, he pulled over slowly and took his sunglasses off. Neszka immediately unfastened her seatbelt, making him roll his eyes in frustration. “So what now? Are you going to walk the rest of the way? Have fun. It’s still more than 100 miles to go.”

Instead of opening the door, she turned towards him and – ignoring his snide remarks – resumed their previous talk. “So, now you think I need closure, huh? I didn’t need closure yesterday? Why the sudden change? Is it because of what I accidentally said this morning? Well, I take it back! I need you to understand that I’m a grown woman. I’m done with you keeping things from me! Or people! Do you have any idea what it feels like to trust NO ONE?”

“Veela, you were…”

“I was what? A mess? Yeah, I’m a fucking wreck. I’m scared and heartbroken and crippled by constant worry for the people I love. I’m not sure if you noticed, but Maya’s family isn’t completely safe either. I never told you that not seeing him was what I needed. For days, I thought he just didn’t care – or worse, hated me – and I started to FEAR the inevitable encounter. Because it will happen eventually! So, tell me, was it to protect me, or was it driven by your own selfish reasons, waiting until it would be safe for you?”

“Oh I get it now,” he spat bitterly. “You outyelled him, didn’t you! I bet he needed a LOT of fresh air after that.”

That made her even more furious. “Answer the fucking question!”

“YES!” Jake yelled back as he leaned forward abruptly. They were now so close their noses almost touched. “I’m a jealous prick! BUT… I’m not sure if you noticed, but you had a fucking mental breakdown, and I selfishly wanted you to get better. You didn’t tell me shit, because you barely spoke for days for fuck’s sake! Shit, you barely let me touch you! It’s been more than three weeks! You were never that unwilling with him. I mean… my right forearm starts to look like Popeye’s. So pardon me for being frustrated and… unsure.”

Neszka’s expression instantly changed from incensed to hurt, making him almost regret all those words. Almost. There’s only so much one person can bear.

“You’re such an asshole!” she whispered.

“And you’re a bitch. We’re even. But you’re not getting rid of me so easily.” Defeated and with nothing else to say, Neszka collapsed back into her seat, so after a few more seconds passed in silence, Jake put the sunglasses back on, started the car and got back on the road again. “Fasten your seatbelt,” he muttered matter-of-factly.

“You don’t understand…,” she whispered after a while.

“So make me.”

She wanted to. Honestly. But her mind kept betraying her and she struggled to find the right words, because the reasons hurt. And so she remained silent, to which Jake responded to an exasperated sigh and put some music on instead, so that the silence wouldn’t feel that oppressive.

It still was. Not even Stephen Stills coming from the speakers could change that.

They arrived at Bretton Woods shortly after 7 pm. The setting sun covered the whole place with gold, but neither of them really cared, because their minds were shrouded in dark grey clouds.

Jake had chosen a small wooden cabin outside of the town, with one bedroom, a large and cozy living area, a spacious kitchenette and an elevated porch with a wooden bench. Two mismatched upholstered armchairs and a small leather couch inside the main room and quilted blankets everywhere helped to turn the place into a really homey den.

They unloaded the car in silence, completely indifferent to the singing birds, the smell of timber or each other’s internal screams. After everything was unpacked and seemingly in place, Neszka took a quick shower and without another word, closed the bedroom door behind her.

As the sun came down, the cabin fell quiet and Jake sat down on the leather couch with a beer, pondering what went wrong again. A part of him wanted to continue blaming Josh, but this time he consciously fought against it. No, this was just between the two of tem. At least she got her temper back. Yay for small victories.

The last three days had been… nice. More than nice, actually. Despite a few hiccups. The road trip definitely did her good. Constant movement and rapid change of scenery offered at least an illusion of freedom and lightsomeness, as opposed to hiding from the world behind four walls.

It was a long ride, but neither of them complained. Neszka had refused to set foot in the airport after what had happened, and not only Jake completely understood, he actually agreed they shouldn’t fly, given the circumstances. Hardly anyone approached him at gas stations or pubs, but there were always plenty of girls or women at airports who wanted a picture. Unwanted publicity was the last thing they needed.

In fact, they had been ‘strongly advised’ to avoid it, and Neszka’s appearance unfortunately drew a lot of attention at the moment, thanks to the very same people. As much as she tried to conceal the bruise, it was still visible. She also refused to talk to people in fear that her accent would compromise them in any way.

Leaving Nashville early in the morning on the 18th, they stopped for the night first in Cleveland, falling asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

The next evening in Albany, he dared to take her out for a burger and some beer. Despite her initial objections and reluctance, it turned out to be a pleasant night filled with easy talk and shared smiles…

Back in their room, they watched a few movies before falling asleep late at night, knowing they were in no rush the next day. Neszka was not used to sleeping late, but he wanted her to at least try that. “We really need to synchronize our circadian rhythms,” Jake teased. “or else we’re gonna spend our lives like those cursed lovers from Ladyhawke.”

“That’s because your circadian rhythm is pretty fucked-up,” Neszka muttered against his shoulder groggily. She drifted off a second later and stirred sometime after ten. He had been right. It was bliss.

Shortly after brunch, they decided to stop at the grocery store before leaving Albany so that they wouldn’t have to worry about it later.

“Does the place we’re staying at have an oven?” Neszka asked after she put some ham and butter into the already nearly full cart, wondering what else they might need.

“Yeah, I think so… but why? You should rest, not spend your days baking.” He wondered when was the last time she took a vacation. She used to tell them with a smile – him and Josh – that her whole life was a vacation.

“Jake, I love you, but if I’m forced to eat that sweet white bread for one more day, I swear I’ll just jump in the ocean and swim back. I need to find yeast…”

With her mind fully focused on the mission to bake her own bread, she trotted onwards, leaving him standing dumbfounded in between aisles. No fanfares, no romantic settings and other Hallmark bullshit. She said that without thinking and for some reason, it made it seem even more real.

It took her a while to realize what she really did. He watched how she stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around, her face animated by the same realization. Her brows furrowed, but the corners of her lips moved upwards. A mere ghost of a smile, yet it still managed to make his heart sing. He nodded. He knew better than to demand more at the moment. They had time…

Lost in thoughts and recollection of the day that started with such high hopes and ended so bitterly, Jake didn’t notice her approaching him until Neszka tentatively wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind. His free hand unwittingly grabbed one of hers and he started rubbing her wrist gently with his thumb. That emboldened her. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, resting her chin on top of his head.

“That’s ok, Veela. Me too. I shouldn’t have said that,” he sighed.

“No, I’m glad you did. I didn’t fully realize… I know this is weird. I really should explain…”

Jake squeezed her hand before he let go and patted at the vacant space right next to him. “C’mere.” Still a bit wary and careful, Neszka sat down with one leg tucked under, looking directly at him for the first time in hours. Jake took her hand again and rested his head against the backrest, watching her over the tip of his nose. “You don’t need to explain anything. Everything about this is weird, and I’m just a jealous and horny guy.”

“No…,” Neszka exhaled raggedly and braced herself. “No… I really should. We need to start talking to each other, otherwise this won’t work.” She swallowed with difficulty, her mouth suddenly dry, so Jake offered her some of his beer and she took a sip.

“Thank you… You need to understand that I didn’t come here to feel safe. And I don’t. And I don’t feel relieved that I escaped some horrendous shit either. I felt sad, and angry, and helpless that day, and the days after… but I was never scared. I never wanted to run. The things I’m scared of… I’m… I’m scared of losing people. And it keeps happening, and it’s very often my fault…” She squeezed her eyes shut as her voice faltered and she couldn’t hold back the tears. Jake quickly put the can down and pulled her into his arms.

“Shhh, Veela, we don’t need to talk about it now. You’re tired. And I get it.”

“No,” she sobbed and straightened again. “We do, I’m not and I think you don’t. I was scared to leave my parents. I still haven’t forgiven myself for doing that, but mama told me things that made me realize something. I’m bound to lose them eventually, and I was going to choose a life path on which I’d end up completely alone one day. I don’t want that. That’s why I called you.”

She paused, examining her folded hands while thinking about how to formulate the rest, because what she already said still didn’t sound right.

“Leaving my whole life behind was extremely hard, but I realized that staying there without you would be worse. I let you go once, hoping that the future would still hold something for me. That hope was crushed. I used to have vivid dreams about you offering me your hand, and I had cursed my mind for what seemed like a cruel joke. But then you really did. I know why you did that, and we would probably never see each other again if the shit hadn’t happened, but I need you to know that I’m not using you.”

It was Jake’s turn to start crying. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and watched her intently through the tears. “I never thought that.”

“Don’t lie. I’m sure it crossed your mind, and I really shouldn’t be surprised if it did. Especially when I’m still so… distant. It’s not for the lack of want...”

As she spoke, Jake moved gradually closer, and now with their foreheads touching, he whispered “shhh” against her moving lips. The sheer proximity of their bodies made her head spin in her vulnerable state and the scent of him that enveloped her was too intoxicating. So familiar. She pulled away from his embrace once again and watched him frown with his eyes still closed. It made her heart sink. He needed to understand…

“Please, let me finish this. I love you Jake.” His eyes shot open again and she looked directly into them, hoping he would see that. “I was scared to say that before I’d be sure it’s only you. I know that’s what you want, and it’s also what I want. Well, romantically, anyway…”

She paused again, unsure what it really meant. Where was the division? Was it lust? She had spent years lusting after people without love. So what was it? The two of them seemed to have destroyed what she had thought love meant. They deconstructed the notion. At least Joshua did. He also recognized and accepted her feelings for Jake without question, probably because he was guilty of the same sin… It wasn’t healthy. They all suffered because of it. And yet she wouldn’t change a thing. it changed her.

As if he was reading her mind, Jake asked softly: “Do you still love him?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop, although I’m probably past that mad infatuation.”

Jake simply nodded and leaned back again. He tried to remain outwardly calm and accepting, but Neszka already knew him well enough to see past those pursed lips. He would no longer look at her, and it should have hurt, but instead she could somehow feel his own struggle.

“And I love you,” she repeated again, and despite her previous fear, it felt liberating. “That first kiss back in September frightened me, because I realized I wanted more. Joshua was aware, and he didn’t mind, and, thinking about it now, it was all pretty fucked up. I want to do it right. I want it to be just you, for the sake of all of us. But I need you to trust me. And I need to trust you. He’s your brother, he’s not going away. And I would never want it to happen. I… Jesus, this is so hard… so many thoughts… I… I think I always knew that we were doomed, but lust always fogged my mind. I want to want you with a clear head. And it’s a mess right now.”

Jake remained silent, eyes still focused on the fire poker in the corner, but something in his expression softened. “Please tell me you understand. I do want to create those new memories with you…”

He closed his eyes momentarily, before he looked at her again and gently stroked her cheek. “Yea, let’s do that.”

“Let’s start with your lips,” she mumbled before she leaned forward and closed that gap between them at last.

“You already know my lips quite well,” Jake muttered after they broke the kiss and the said lips stretched into a smile.

“Still not enough…”

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nerd--club · 21 days ago

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Decided to compile the songs which represent evervale best imo, because I just love my Villains playlist (and them) sm 😭😭

Evervale Songs!

Innocent - Mitchel Dae (“I / Wish I could turn back the time / And do it all over, let someone close enough / To lift off the weight of the crimes / That weigh on my shoulders, then maybe I would be / Innocent where I don’t convolute / Twisted up versions of the truth” AGHHHGAGHGA ELI EVER IS THAT YOU)

Bury a Friend/God’s Gonna Cut You Down - Every King & Commoner, Travelers (self-explanatory even just from the title I think 😭)

Snakes - MIYAVI, PVRIS, Arcane (Victor to Eli, Eli’s the snake. Definitely badass enough for them as well)

Kill Our Way to Heaven - Michl (was this song literally written about Eli?)

Succession (Main Title Theme) - Nicholas Britell (vibes)

Sucker - Arcane, Marcus King (Vic after Eli’s death?? 👀)

The Good Soldier - Nine Inch Nails (Eli: “I am trying to believe / Blood hardens in the sand, cold metal in my hand / Hope you understand the way that things are gonna be / There’s nowhere left to hide ‘cause God is on our side”)

down to the river - Mitchel Dae (the whole thing. Listen to it guys it’s my favourite song)

Dark Signs - Sleep Token (“And where we met, there must have been dark signs / Omens in your skies / Most days you reach for safety / Remain calm, forget that you know me / And when we met, I could see dark signs” AND ALL THE REST OF THE LYRICS AHHGHAHGAH)

Outrunning Karma - Alec Benjamin (ELI THIS IS SO SO ELI OMG)

Hell Hath No Such Fury - David Chappell (vibes again)

engravings - Ethan Bortnick (vibesss omg the piano!! Also the lyrics kinda give Victor to Eli)

Ascensionism - Sleep Token (“Who made you like this? / Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language? / … / Won’t you come and dance in the dark with me? / Show me what you are, I’m desperate to know / Nobody better than the perfect enemy”)

Call Me Revenge - 21 Savage, d4vd (I’ll give you three guesses who this one relates to)

What Could Have Been - Sting, Ray Chen (also from Arcane. I am obsessed w this song and it is so them. On a related note, Silco and Vander from Arcane really gave me Evervale vibes?? Might make another post abt this; to me they are both very similar to Victor in different ways)

flAsh flooD - Mitchel Dae (haha can you guys tell I like Mitchel Dae? idk for this one, mostly just vibes again)

Blood Sport - Sleep Token (GUYS THIS IS *THE* EVERVALE SONG TO ME. WDYM “I’m still your favourite regret / You’re still my weapon of choosing”? BRO WDYM “I wanna be forgiven / I wanna choke up chunks of my own sins / Even if the sky cracks in mourning / And the heavens just won’t open up for me / Would you invite me in again? / Let me pay for my arrogance? / Won’t you show me your weakness? / I made loving you a blood sport”?? IT’S LITERALLY THEM)

Here is the link to my playlist if anyone needs more of their vibes ❤️❤️

#I’m so obsessed with them #there is so much sleep token here bc their songs just fit the vibe so well and the LYRICS OMG #evervale #victor vale #eli ever #eli cardale #villains duology #ve schwab #vicious #vengeful #victorious #music #sleep token #mitchel dae #spotify #my posts

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obetrolncocktails · 2 years ago

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Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 5

Have you read Part 4?

Warnings: Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI! (18+), SOAKED PANTIES/ UNDERWEAR ALERT, intense sexual tension, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, teasing, foreplay, fingering, fluff, brief mentions of feelings of inadequacy, graphic descriptions of sex. (YOU AND DANNY FINALLY FAWK).

Word Count: 9,741K

A/N: This might be some of my favorite writing I've done in a while, ESPECIALLY the smut. I tried my best to make this smut seem as realistic as possible to how I think Danny would behave...take that as you will. 😈

Here’s a link to the song mentioned in the fic: Mr. Forgettable—David Kushner

Here’s a link to the Spotify Ignition Playlist: Ignition

“Kenn, I think we might…you know–” you told one of your close friends through facetime.

“Oh?” She asked, taking a sip of her iced latte through the camera. “This is Danny, right? Not Jake?”

“Definitely not Jake,” you insisted. “We haven’t really been talking lately.”

“Oh. What happened?” She asked disappointedly, having been left out of the loop since the last phone call.

“Well, I finally told him how I felt, and things didn’t really go well. He completely ghosted me for like two weeks until I confronted him at rehearsal, and even now things are really weird. I don’t know,” you shrugged, trying to blow off the hurt that you most definitely still felt. “We haven’t talked,” you shrugged.

“Wait, so you told him you liked him, and he just disappeared?” She asked, slurping loudly through her straw.

“Yeah,” you said simply, plopping your head down into your covers before lifting it again.

“Maybe it freaked him out,” Kenn replied. “I don’t know. But that’s weird that he acted like that. Did he tell you if he had feelings or not?”

“He said he didn’t love me like that. He said he’d always be there for me and then literally disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“Damn,” she sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/n,” She apologized gently. “I really wish I could be there with you. We’d have a sleepover and we’d do the whole ‘eat Ben & Jerry’s and cry’ thing.”

You shrugged, chuckling softly. “Honestly, I think I’m past all that. Danny and I are kind of a thing, now,” you explained. “I don’t know where it’s gonna go, and things are still new, but he’s such a good guy, and he makes me feel–I don’t know,” you blushed.

“Sexy? Like you’re floating?” She asked, grinning widely.

“All of the above. And more,” You answered. “Jake will come around eventually, and if he doesn’t, I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Kenn asked. “You guys are so close, Y/n. I can’t imagine you and Jake just not being a package deal, you know?”

Her bringing up the obvious made you uncomfortable. She’d asked the questions you’d avoided for weeks. “I miss him, and I’m fucking angry. I never thought he’d act like this, even if he didn’t like me–and now, I just don’t get it.”

“He hasn’t tried to talk to you? Not at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I yelled at him at rehearsal last week though,” you explained. Kenn snorted.

“Oh my God. Hell hath no fury like Y/n when she’s pissed off,” She continued. “What did you say?”

“He kept giving me all of these excuses as to why he couldn’t or wouldn’t reach out to me first…that I should have been the first one to reach back out to him knowing I had already put myself out there and got rejected by him. Who does that to their best friend?”

Kenn shook her head. “A jackass. But like–remember when we were talking, and all the signs were adding up? I swore that he had feelings,” she explained with a confused expression. “Jake wasn’t hard for me to read at all. Every single thing that you told me sounded like he had feelings.” She took another sip of her beverage before shaking the empty cup of ice. “I had no doubt.”

“Ugh, why are boys so fucking difficult to figure out?!” You groaned, covering your face with your pillow. “Like why did God make me straight? This is sick!”

Kenn chuckled. “All men, I swear, have rocks in their heads.”

“You’re telling me!” You agreed, your attention moving elsewhere when you felt your phone vibrate as you began receiving a call. It was Danny.

“Speaking of men, I’ve got a good one calling.”

“I love you, bestie. Keep me updated on Danny. Let me know if I need to kick his ass, too, and I’ll make the trip ASAP.”

“I will, I promise.”

You hung up with her promptly before switching over the call.

“Hi,” you said with a smile.

“Hi gorgeous,” he said through the phone with a delightful tone. “What are you up to?” He asked.

“Nothing really, just got off the phone with Kenn.”

“That’s nice, did you guys have a good call?” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah, we only get to talk like once or twice a month, so it was nice to catch up.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you in bed yet?” He asked, hope laced into the question.

“Not even close,” you told him. “Why?”

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” he said flirtatiously.

“I’m sworn to secrecy. Signed by a notary,” you answered playfully.

“Wow, that’s really official. Truth be told, I have a craving.”

“A craving?” You asked, grinning.

“Yup. I figured I’d ask you if you had a craving too, and then, if you would like to possibly fix that craving, maybe perhaps we could carpool to a convenience store…” he said, obviously beating around the bush.

“Let me see,” you replied. “Oh yeah, you know, I could totally go for a Reese’s right now. I’m fresh out.”

“Oh man, that sucks! But, guess what? I just so happen to have a car!”

“Danny, you know I have a car, too, right?” You chuckled.

“I had no idea women could drive!” He joked.

“You deserve to be punched for that,” you told him, raising an eyebrow.

“Be careful, I like women who are hands on.”

“You’re a loser,” You answered, getting up from the bed, smoothing out your clothes.

“Your loser, I hope,” he suggested.

“My loser,” you agreed.

“I’ll be over in ten then, loser,” he replied quickly, hanging up before you could protest. Soon, you heard his car pull up, his engine purring loudly outside of your window.

“You were just looking for an excuse to see me, weren’t you?” You asked him as you stepped down your front stairs, being careful to not trip over them in the dark.

“No, of course not! I was just craving some sweet chili Doritos, but was scared to go to the store alone,” he answered, feigning innocence. “Figured I’d call up a buddy.”

“Is that what I am to you, Daniel Wagner?” You asked, ducking down to peer at him through his passenger window. You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’m your buddy?” You lifted your eyebrows skeptically with the question.

“I have a secret,” he said quietly, pulling his finger upward in a ‘come here’ gesture.

“What?” You asked.

“Get in and I'll tell you,” he said with a grin. You eyed him with suspicion, but opened the car door, sinking down into the seat beside him. As soon as you were settled inside, he lifted his hand to tilt your face, leaning his body over the center console to deliver a breathtaking kiss, his fingertips caressing your jaw and the curve of your neck just like before. This kiss was different though, because now, his touch was comfortable and confident. His fingertips knitted into your hair, and yours lifted upward to rest on his shoulder and chest, bunching his shirt in your hands as you deepened the kiss. Adjusting in your seat, you turned your body to him, moving as best you could in such a small space. “Why’d you have to kiss me like that in this tiny fucking car?” You asked breathlessly.

“Because I like the challenge,” Danny said, licking his lips as he sat back in his seat, his chest heaving. “Plus I’m a glutton for punishment. Oh and I lied about what I was craving,” he added, looking over at you, a glimmer in his eye.

“Oh?” You answered simply.

“Yeah. You just fixed it.” At that, your cheeks flamed embarrassingly pink, your skin heating up to the point of almost being feverish.

“Where did you learn to be so fucking smooth?” You chuckled. He grinned like he had just won something.

“I’ve got quick wit, Y/n,” he said cleverly. “Also I had to put a lot of practice into impressing you,” he said, flashing his white teeth in a broad smile.

“You’re such a dork ,” you grinned widely, still feeling the pressure of his lips against yours. Really, you wanted him to go even further, testing your boundaries.

“Stay over tonight,” you said, laying your head back against the headrest, turning to look at him. “Stay with me,” you told him again, relaxing your expression into one of seriousness. “Please,” you added, placing your opened palm on the center console, waiting for his answer.

“How’d you feel coming over to my place?” He asked you. “Since we’re still parked in your driveway,” he grinned, looking outside and then back at you. “No pressure, of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” You agreed. “Still up for snacks?” You asked him.

“Nah, not really. It was all a ploy to get you here with me,” he grinned.

“You know you could have just asked to hang out like a normal person.” You told him with an enthused expression.

“What would be the fun in that, though? I like to keep you on your toes.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the door handle. “Give me five minutes to grab some things,” you told him. The smile that you got in return from him filled you with eagerness and excitement. You practically skipped up the stairs inside your house to pack an overnight bag, a smile embedded in your expression the entire time.

***

It’s interesting how ceiling fans always become one of the most cliché details in sad, miserable stories, Jake thought, repetitively tossing one of Danny’s GVF golf balls in the air. He had spent most of the evening lying in place, still dressed in the clothes he wore earlier that day. As he lay, his mind wandered to the image of you and Danny kissing at your house. Once he let himself reimagine it, he’d inserted himself into your arms, imagining if it was him kissing you, him laughing with you, and him sharing his feelings with you. He’d fucked it all up so severely that it was too late to go back now. If he wanted you, he’d have to make a mess, and though Jake hadn’t been one to start drama, losing you wasn’t something he was willing to do.

“Are you gonna get up and actually do something?” Josh asked, stepping into the room, turning on the light.

“Ugh!” Jake groaned, rolling over in bed. “Why the fuck are you in my house?” He asked.

“Because you won’t answer my texts and calls, and quite frankly, it hurt my feelings,” Josh said mostly out of sarcasm. “What’s the problem?”

Jake looked over at his brother, considering if he had the energy to pour out his heart to Josh. Instead, he sighed and looked back up at the spinning fan and continued to toss the ball into the air.

“Come on,” Josh said. “I can only handle so much brooding before I begin to get jealous from you stealing the limelight.” Jake scoffed with a small grin.

“You’re an asshat,” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Tell me what’s going on. I know who it’s about, at least,” Josh admitted.

“What do you mean?” Jake said, catching the ball one last time, turning to face his brother.

“Oh give me a break,” Josh said, coming to sit in the deep papasan chair in Jake’s room, leaning back in it and folding his legs underneath his body. “It’s Y/n. Everyone knows, Jake.”

“What exactly do they know?” Jake said, reaching his hand back with the ball, spurring Josh to open his hands in preparation to catch the ball. Carefully they tossed it back and forth as they spoke.

“That you’re an idiot,” Josh began. “Why did you tell her you didn’t have feelings for her? Like, what kind of bullshit was that?” He continued. “You and I both know you’ve been crazy about her since you met her.”

Jake caught the ball and sighed deeply before tossing it back. “I don’t know. I panicked in the moment,” he said. “Nothing ever ends well for me. She’s my best friend. Everyone says don’t fall in love with your best friend, and when she told me she had feelings for me, I just wanted to run away, I–” He shook his head, fumbling for the ball and missing it, watching as it hit the wall with a loud thwack.

“Shit,” He said, inspecting the wall for damage.

“Come in the kitchen for shots,” Josh suggested. “I’ll steal your casamigos,” he grinned. “Let’s talk.”

“I don’t feel like talking,” Jake argued.

“Well, that’s what you’ve been doing, Jackass. Now get off your ass and talk to me, or I’ll become your worst nightmare.”

“You’ve been that way since we were born,” Jake grinned slightly, rolling off of his bed.

“And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, either,” Josh finished. “Come on.”

***

“Got everything you need?” Danny asked as you placed your bag on the floor board. He reached his hand over to squeeze your thigh. You nodded with a gentle smile.

“I think so,” You said, buckling your seatbelt, and offering Danny a gentle smile.

“Still feel like coming over?” He asked you. “No pressure.”

“Danny, I promise. I want to,” you assured him, reaching over and kissing him on the lips. “I want to stay with you.”

“Okay,” he said in a low murmur, grinning softly. “Okay.”

The drive to his house was quiet, but content, his right hand clasped with yours as you rested it on your thigh. You looked out at the night lights as Danny’s music played softly through the car. Danny lived on the other side of town, but much closer to downtown than you’d remembered. Since the boys moved to Nashville, you hadn’t really spent time at his house. Usually, band meetings, rehearsals and get-togethers would take place at Jake’s or Josh’s depending on who was feeling like hosting at the time. Coming here to Danny’s felt like an exciting new adventure.

“You’re quiet over there,” he said after a while, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh, I was just thinking,” You told him, squeezing his hand and offering him a small smile.

“Everything alright?” He asked, stealing quick glances at you.

“Yeah, It’s just–I can’t remember when I was at your house last. I don’t know if I’ve even been inside,” you said honestly.

“Well, I can guarantee you, it looks just like a house on the inside,” He winked at you. “I’ve got a couch, a fridge–ooh and even a bed, if that surprises you,” he winked, turning into his neighborhood.

“You better watch it,” You told him. “I’ll start holding it against you,” you grinned. “And you don’t want me to do that.”

“I don’t?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly would my punishment entail?” Danny asked.

“I’ll spank you,” you warned him, narrowing your eyes with determination.

“You’re gonna spank me?” He asked through a chuckle, pulling into his driveway.

“Don’t tempt me, Wagner. Your height, stature and masculinity means nothing to me.”

“Be careful what you say in tight spaces, sweetheart.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Because you just might get more than you bargained for.”

“Is that a challenge?” You asked, reaching for the door handle.

“It’s a promise,” he said, stepping out of his car and coming around to you, swiftly reaching up underneath you, pulling you upward.

“Danny!” You practically squealed.

“Up you go!” He said playfully, letting you dangle over his shoulder. Figuring you needed to even the score, you reached back and slapped his ass as hard as you could as he marched up his driveway.

“Ow!” he yelped, stepping up to his porch.

“And eye for an eye!” You told him with a chuckle.

After the playful moment, he carefully swung you back down on your feet and reached for his keys in his pocket, unlocking the door, and opening it for you. “Come on in,” he said, letting you walk past him into the dimly lit foyer of the house. It was decorated with modern taste, with beautiful wood floors installed throughout the entire house. It was an open concept, breathing life into the space, with thoughtful decorations that were most definitely hand picked by Danny throughout the time of being in Nashville.

In the corner, you saw his golf bag, the clubs sticking out of it at different angles, like he had recently played.

“I should take you some time,” he grinned, following your gaze. “I’d love to see your form,” He said. “Think you could keep up?”

“No, I’d be absolutely awful at it,” you admitted, looking up at him. “But, you know what I would be really good at?”

“Mm, what’s that?” He asked.

“I’d be wonderful at sitting on the golf cart, giving you a big ol’ clap when you make a good shot, and then handing you a fresh beer every now and then.”

“That’s because you’re dependable, sweetheart,” He said, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. The flirtatious conversation had left you fighting a swarm of butterflies, the pet names making your heart practically swell in your chest.

“Are we gonna spend the entire evening doing this?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up with playfulness.

“Doing what?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen and reaching into his refrigerator for a cold bottle of wine. You watched his arms muscles flex as he reached up into the cabinets to retrieve two wine glasses.

“Flirting with me constantly with no end in sight?” You asked, stepping toward him.

“Is it a crime to flirt with a beautiful woman?” He asked, pouring a glass of wine.

“It is when it drives me fucking crazy,” you said matter of factly, watching as he casually shook the curls from his head.

“Well in that case,” he said, setting down the full glass, pushing it back on the counter. “Let me make it worse,” he said as he took the last step forward, his hands finding their way to your hips. His face hovering just above yours, and his eyes floated over the curve of your lips, his nose resting perfectly alongside yours. “How about now?” He asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I think you should kiss me, Danny Wagner,” you told him. “Now.”

“I like it when you get annoyed with me. This is new,” he grinned. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips on yours and delivered a delicate kiss, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more of him. You pressed yourself firmly against him, feeling him reciprocate with stronger urgency, his lips folding in time with yours as you inhaled his scent, knotting your fingers into his curls and tugging. He groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving downward to grab at your ass as he turned around with you, walking you back against the counter. You felt his hot breath expel against your skin, his slick lips beginning to wander from your mouth, down to the hollow of your neck. He took your earlobe in between his teeth and pressed down, pulling away just enough to elicit a soft hiss from you. He chuckled sexily, his curls tickling your face as he leaned into the crook of your neck, touching his lips to what he thought was the perfect spot. You felt his teeth, then felt the vacuum from him sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey for the next day. “So everyone knows that you belong to someone. To me.” It was bliss to be wrapped up with Danny, and he ensured that you’d feel like the only woman he could see. You felt the small welt pulse

“Danny, take me to bed,” you whispered as he kissed you.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away from you to look into your eyes.

“Let’s just lay together,” you decided to say, knowing you most definitely wanted more, but not sure if it was the right moment or not.

“Okay,” he said gently with a smile, reaching for your hand. You walked through the house as he led you to his bedroom, having completely forgotten about the wine. He would need no liquid courage tonight. He was already becoming drunk off of you.

***

“Show me your favorites,” Danny asked in bed with you cuddling him, your head resting on his chest. He’d been swiping through several of his Spotify playlists, playing snippets of several different songs, but never fully committing to playing the whole song through—you’d assume he’d tried to avoid the opportunity for awkwardness. It was amusing to you how he could be so effortlessly effervescent one moment, and then so reserved and bashful the next.

“Play me a full song that you love,” you redirected. “One that you know I won’t know,” you said, turning your head to look up at him. “I just wanna listen. Can be anything.” His fingertips paused.

“Alright,” he agreed softly, scrolling through his music before stopping at one song called ‘Mr. Forgettable,’ by David Kushner. You watched his thumb hover over the song, hesitating before swiping away.

“No wait,” you stopped him by touching his arm. “Play me that one.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, his tone rising lightly with hesitation. You watched as he pressed play, sitting the phone on his belly and laying back. In the low light of his bedroom, you closed your eyes and listened.

I know that you're waiting for me like a dog But have some patience for the part of me that's lost There's been a hundred times When I don't recognize Any of you that love me I try to memorize and identify But it's all getting foggy My head is in the clouds right now Just pray I come around, around Hello, hello, are you lonely? I'm sorry, it's just the chemicals Hello, hello, do you know me? I'm called Mr. Forgettable Mr. Forgettable

You listened quietly as you rested on his chest, finding it just so that his heart thumped to the beat of the song. Every now and then, you’d feel a vibration against your ear as he hummed his favorite parts. It was a sad song with a cheerful beat, which you found quite ironic considering its content. Once it was over, you let the silence linger for a few moments before tilting your head to look up at him.

“Do you feel like that?” You asked him softly, your throat aching. His eyes drifted from the phone screen to your eyes, then your lips and then back up again. He swallowed once.

“Sometimes,” he answered honestly.

“You feel like you’re forgettable?” You pushed further, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“It’s okay, really,” he said with a gentle smile, though he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “I’ve felt like that most of my life,” he sighed.

“Danny…” you started, watching as his cheeks pinkened with embarrassment. “You’ll never be forgettable to me.” You placed your hand on his chest and his eyes softened as he looked down at you, his lips pulling into a flat line as his expression grew more serious. “Let me prove to you that you’re becoming everything to me,” You said, lifting your hand to his cheek, watching as his eyes lowered to your mouth. You moved closer to him, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he rolled into you, kissing you tentatively at first, as if testing your boundaries. “It’s okay,” you whispered into the space between you.

Danny moved to press himself against you, his weight adding a welcome sense of comfort as his hands moved around your body, his fingertips pressing into your skin. “More,” you huffed against his lips. “I trust you.”

“You do?” He asked, pausing for just a moment.

“I want more of you, Danny. Please.” His hands move reflexively for the hem of your shirt, and you lifted your arms over your head as he pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side. His hand snaked up your bare skin, his fingertips dipping under the cup of your bra as he kissed you. You felt his touch as he moved his hand around your body, his teeth nipping and tugging at your bottom lip as his tongue danced expertly with yours. Slowly, he released his nervous and patient apprehension, gladly appeasing your request. You reached your hand down where he had paused, pulling his hand upward to hold your breast, guiding him with your hand on top of his. His grip tightened around your breast, his thumb grazing your swelling nipple, a soft, breathy chuckle escaping from his nose as he moved over the bud again, igniting a layer of goosebumps all over your body. Softly, you moaned into his mouth, reaching your hands down to cup his clothed cock, finally realizing how well-endowed he was. You walked your fingertips upward and unzipped his pants, nimbly unfastening the button closure with two fingers, reaching just inside and immediately felt the heat emanating from him.

Slowly, you walked your fingers down his lower belly and smoothed them over his bulge. His length hardened beneath your touch, and you could feel him tense and then release. You felt his grip tighten around your breast in response as he moved to flip you so that you were on top of him. Rising from him, you moved your hair out of the way to one side and lowered yourself back down, kissing him deeply. Closing your eyes, you intentionally ground your hips against his firm cock, feeling your own muscles begin to contract and release as they silently begged for his attention.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed through a sexy smirk, reaching up to unclasp your bra.

“I’ve said it before, Danny. I’m full of surprises,” you murmured under your breath, your tone heavy with desire. “I’m not always the innocent girl you think I am,” you told him.

“Then drag me to hell.” He let your bra slip off of your skin, falling onto his belly. He tossed it to the end of the bed before bringing his eyes up to your chest.

“Jesus,” he groaned again, and you smirked down at him, watching as his eyes widened for a moment before slipping into a lustful expression, his hands moving to squeeze them firmly in his hands, his thumbs moving instantly to rub over your nipples, biting at his bottom lip when they swelled to their full, aroused state.

“Like what you see?” You asked him, resting your hands on his sides.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/n. How could you not know how incredibly gorgeous you are?” He asked, moving his fingertips to smooth over your bare sides and belly.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you admitted. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Danny.”

“I’ve wanted you for years,” he added. “I have to admit,” he started, but paused.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ve imagined what it would be like to be with you,” he explained. You watched as his cheeks flushed.

“You have?” You asked him, beginning to grind your hips against him slowly as he spoke. You watched his expression shift slightly as you felt his cock press against your ass through his unzipped pants.

“So many times,” he admitted quietly, reaching his hands to your hips. He pulled you down further against himself, lifting his hips to grind against your ass.

“You’ve definitely been on my mind too,” you told him.

“Oh?” He asked.

“Mmhmm. Usually late at night when I can’t sleep,” you continued. “My thoughts wander…”

“And what do they come up with?” He asked, whispering his fingertips over your belly, making you shiver from his ghosting touch.

“Usually they’re thoughts of you,” you explained. “Naked.”

“And what exactly am I doing in these thoughts?” He asked, the corner of his mouth tilting with interest.

“You’re with me,” you answered, echoing his touch, walking your fingertips up his belly, taking note of the dark wisps of hair that adorned his chest. Not too much, not too little, just right. He was masculine, but sensitive and understanding, and that duality had the power to drive you absolutely insane.

“Why’s it so hard for you to say, Y/n?” Danny asked, bringing his hand down to meet yours, interlacing your fingers together. “What were we doing?” His confidence, though so understated and reserved before now settled into a presence that was simultaneously charming and incredibly sexy.

“We were—you know,” you responded sheepishly, looking up into his eyes.

“Fucking?” He asked quietly, his brown dilating with interest. You nodded yes, but the images in your mind were racing: you bouncing on his cock, your hair falling loose and wild over your breasts, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as he railed into you. “You’re imagining it right now, aren’t you?” He asked, his lips drawing upward in a crooked line.

You didn’t answer him. The heat in your face and averted gaze told him everything you needed to know. He chuckled softly, “look at me,” he commanded, and you did, turning your gaze downward. “I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined the same thing,” he admitted.

The space between you and him was thick with need and anticipation. “Danny…” you said after a moment. “Are we moving too fast?” You asked him.

“Do you think we are?” He turned the question around. “Listen,” he said gently. “ I’ve waited for you for over two years. I can wait as long as you need.” You smiled down at him, biting your bottom lip as you took notice of how sexy it felt to have a man so considerate and understanding as your own. Slowly, you moved off of his lap, laying down and cuddling against him, lying in the crook of his arm.

“I really, really like you Danny.

“And I really, really, really like you, Y/n,” he responded with a smirk, looking down at you as you tilted to look up at him.

You echoed his expression. “Kiss me,” you told him. With his free hand, he tilted your head upward by your chin and leaned slightly to place his supple lips on your own. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time as he kissed you. “Let’s slow things down a bit,” he said, smiling against your lips. “Hm?”

“Mmhmm,” you breathed against his kiss, lifting your hand to rest on his cheek, your fingertips dancing upon the curls that dance upon the curve of his ear. His tongue looped around yours, hot puffs of breath exchanging between your mouths. You kicked at the sheets and covers bunched around your legs, and wrapped one around Danny as you lay with him. In his arms, you felt infinitely beautiful, and more importantly, you felt important and valuable.

***

“Thank you,” you said after a long while.

“For what?” He chuckled softly.

“Just for being you. For being just…incredible,” you told him, feeling your pulse thumping through your chest. “For being my person.”

“You’re my person,” he said, taking your hand in his, kissing it. “And I have a question for you,” he continued.

“What is it?”

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down for a moment before he finally spoke. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly.

You paused for a moment, a bright smirk growing on your face. “Do you think you can handle me full-time?” You asked him expectantly.

“Honey, I crave it,” he told you. “All of you. Every day. The silly things, the important things…the happiest things and the saddest ones too. So yes, I think I can handle you. Should I ask you the same question?”

“Danny, you’re probably the lowest-maintenance man I’ve ever dated,” you explained with a soft grin. “You’re just so– easy.” you landed on the word, and it felt right because it was true. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about what you’re thinking or feeling. So yes, Danny. I think I can definitely handle you. I want you–full time,” you smirked.

***

You’d both let the evening settle, resting on Danny’s chest until, when it became too hot, you’d turned in the other direction, fluffing Danny’s pillows and settling yourself back to sleep. You’d been restless, tossing and turning in bed. It wasn’t Danny’s fault; ever since you were young, you were plagued with being a hot sleeper, ending up kicking off the tangle of sheets and covers toward the end of the bed. Once you’d fallen asleep, images of Danny filled your mind, just like they had before, of him touching you and making love to you after you’d given your body to him completely. In your drowsiness, you’d grown increasingly annoyed with the layer of sweat that had begun to stick to your body, pasting the bottom sheet to your underside. As you rolled around, you uttered sleepy ‘sorries’ to Danny, who moved sleepily to touch you and kiss you before turning over again. You drifted between dreams for the next few hours until you’d roused yourself fully awake again, unable to coax yourself back to sleep. Rubbing at your burning eyes, you rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, trying your best to not bother Danny asleep beside you. He lay fast asleep as you watched him for a moment, tiptoeing around the bed as you moved toward the door.

The house was dark, save for a small lamp in the living room and the recessed LEDs underneath the cabinets in the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, you searched for the glasses, finding one and stepping toward the fridge, using the water dispenser to fill up the cup. You moved to ice next, hoping that it wouldn’t create much noise, but you were so wrong. Several pieces of ice tumbled out, hitting the sides of your glass and knocking out of the freezer tumbling to the floor.

“Shit,” you said to yourself, bending to pick up the ice cubes, kicking the few strays that you couldn’t reach under the freezer, smiling to yourself while imagining Danny’s grin if you had confessed that you were one of those people.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You jolted, almost dropping your glass of water when you heard his voice. Turning around, you saw Danny stepping into the kitchen, his eyes heavy-lidded, dressed in nothing but thin, black boxers. God-fucking-damn, you thought to yourself, feeling your core activate with need. You squeezed your thighs closer together, clearing your throat.

“Oh,” you began. “Yeah, sorry. I got really hot and couldn’t sleep.” Danny stepped closer to you, his bare chest and shoulders illuminated in the low light as he stopped to lean against the counter beside you, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “Truth be told, I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“You’re such a liar,” you said with a grin. “You were gone when I got up. Didn’t even move.”

“That’s because I was pretending,” he grinned.

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him skeptically.

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted.

You could have cursed him for having such a sultry gaze in the moment, coming up with something smart or clever to say in response, but this time he had entranced you, moving you to silence. He watched you for a long moment as you swallowed and set down your glass of water.

“You okay?” He asked you.

“I’m fine,” you answered him, deciding in the moment that you wanted him in every meaning of the word. You stepped closer to him. “Danny.”

“Y/n.” He answered, his hands uncrossing to fall at your sides, caressing your hips as you stepped into his space. “I think,” you began, mustering the courage and honesty to finally say “I want you to take me to bed–and I don’t mean to sleep.”

He paused for a moment, raising his eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” you answered, reaching down for his hands. “Please. I want to know every part of you,” you alluded. “Take me to bed, Danny.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly, leaning forward to place one delicate, but tender kiss on your lips. Squatting slightly, his hands moved behind you, reaching behind your knees to hike you up easily, carrying you silently through the house and into his bedroom. With your arms around him, you felt safe and secure. The moment filled you with excitement and nervousness too, and you no longer felt the insecurities from earlier in the evening. As he moved with you through the threshold of the bedroom, Danny skillfully swung the door shut with his foot and stepped toward the end of the bed where the covers lay unkempt and tangled. Holding you securely with one hand, he pulled the sheets and comforter off of the bed, letting it fall to the floor. Gently, he leaned forward and laid you on your back, staying close for a moment. “If at any time,” he murmured gently, “you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, you tell me, okay?” You watched as his gaze swept between your eyes, waiting for you to respond. “It’s just us, together. I want it to be perfect,” he explained, bringing his thumb upward to caress your cheek.

“Me too,” you nodded. “Danny please,” you continued. You appreciated how sweet he was, but the heat and stimulation in between your thighs was starting to become unbearable.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a flirtatious wink before lowering off of you, reaching underneath your oversized sleep shirt to pull at the waistband of your panties, rolling them down off of you. You watched as his head lowered, and his dark curls swept over your lower belly, tickling your skin. Gently, he placed a soft, velvety kiss on the lines from the waistband that had dug impressions into your skin. Glancing up at you through dark lashes with an eager grin, he rolled your underwear down further, exposing your last vestige of privacy–and yet, beneath his heavy gaze, you felt inexplicably radiant. He looked at you like exquisite, cherished art–like something to behold and to protect–or like how a well-learned sculptor gazes at a monolithe of marble, his mind chipping away the extra pieces to reveal the masterpiece beneath it all.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you smiled down at him.

“Of what?” He asked.

“The way you look at me.”

He smiled gently, the apples of his cheeks rising. His arms moved to hook around your legs as he repositioned you, spreading them slightly so he could place more soft kisses on your tender, warm skin.

“Danny,” you half-whined, feeling restless as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses.

“I will,” he answered, predicting your thoughts. “It may be three A.M., but I’m perfectly fine with taking my time with you.” With that, he shut you up and you laid back tossing your hair around you as you watched him take charge below.

“Just relax,” he told you, adjusting himself between your legs one last time before unhooking one of his hands from around you to part your folds. You should have been embarrassed by the mess you’d already made. You should have fought to keep your legs closed so that he didn’t see how wet you were, but you didn’t. You lifted your head slightly to watch him, his eyes brightening with lust as he saw your open pussy for the first time. “Oh my God,” he murmured almost inaudibly, sliding his thumb into your slick, applying soft pressure to your skin as he touched you for the first time. You felt yourself humming softly, perhaps to break the slight awkwardness you felt, but you stopped as soon as he moved to your clit, pressing the meat of his thumb over the rise, puffing a soft chuckle through his nose in response to your body’s reaction. His fingers had to have been dripping from how turned on he’d made you, yet he made no mention of it. He was silent and focused as his fingers rubbed into you.

“Still good?” He asked you quietly, and you nodded down at him.

“More,” you huffed through a whisper, and you watched with great anticipation as he answered your request by ducking his head down, introducing the wet warmth of his tongue as he tasted you for the first time. You felt the gentle puffs of his breath against your thighs, adding to the heat against your skin. And there he was, all over you at once, his tongue lapping at your folds with learner’s curiosity as he traveled the expanse of your pussy, the flat of his tongue dragging along your most sensitive areas just once before moving elsewhere. “Fuck,” you murmured softly, bringing your hands to your breasts, squeezing them through the thin cotton of your tshirt. In response, Danny pressed his face firmly against you, the curvature of his nose pressing into your skin, igniting even more pleasure. Moments later, he began to shake his head back and forth, creating a feeling of undulation against your swollen clit. “Fuck me–oh my god, Danny,” you groaned, reaching down to take a fistful of his hair, pulling him against you and then away when you became overstimulated. Coming up for air with a heavy gasp, you caught a glimpse of his face in the low light of the room, pinkened with exertion and friction. “Come here,” you commanded breathlessly.

He rose from in between your legs and laid down on top of you, dropping one of his hands back down to your pussy as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips and tongue laced with your own taste. The kiss was fiery and passionate, his lips pressing and pulling at your own as you moaned in response to the movement of his fingers. His face was slick, both with your slick and his perspiration. You could feel his hardness against your belly, your core thumping with anticipation for what was to come.

“Let’s get this thing off of you,” he grinned, pulling away to tug at the hem of your shirt, lifting his body long enough to slip it off over your head and toss it in the room. He returned to your naked body, his hands smoothing over your breasts and erect nipples. As if he couldn’t resist, he lowered his head, lolling his tongue in loose, wet circles around each swollen bud, suckling and pulling on them. You lifted your hands to his bare shoulders, running your fingertips over the expanse of his back. His skin was so soft, yet his muscles so incredibly strong.

“Please,” you groaned louder, lifting his face with your hands. “Danny please,” you looked into his deep, chocolate eyes.

“Please what?” He had the nerve to tease, his breath wisping against your face. “Please what, Y/n?” He asked, his tone looping sugar-sweet into your ears.

“Please–fuck me,” you finally begged, telling him the words he wanted to hear. “I need you inside of me, now. I need you–” he placed his pointer finger against your lips.

“You won’t ever have to beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, pulling stray pieces of hair from your face and setting them to the side. In the darkness of the room, his features were cast in a natural blue hue, the sharp lines of his face exaggerated in the contrasting, dark shadows of the evening. He began to move, placing more kisses on each breast, down your sternum and belly before moving off of you. “Do you want to take these off?” Danny asked quietly, standing from the bed. As you sat up, you saw how obvious his erection had become through the crotch of his boxers.

“Do I turn you on, Danny?” You asked him, looking up from below. He didn’t respond, only gazed down at you with an intensity that needed no further explanation. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, you rolled them down slowly, taking notice of his prominent happy trail, which led lower and lower as you revealed more of him. Exhilaration rippled over your body as his skin grew paler, another sign of private vanity that you were becoming introduced to. Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing inch by inch his length, springing free. You let his underwear drop to the ground and let him step out of them, kicking them to the side. Taking his cock in your hand, you felt his incredible warmth as you began to stroke it slowly. He heaved a relieved sigh, blood rushing downward as he swelled to full erectness.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he murmured. “But this is so much better,” he chuckled softly. You grinned up at him and began to move faster, stroking up and down along the length of his cock, enjoying when he tilted his hips forward in response, silently asking for more. He didn’t indulge, though. “Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, taking his cock in his own hand, backing away from you. “Lay down, sweetheart.”

You moved toward the end of the bed, resuming a similar position as before, and waited for him to take over. You felt the mattress depress gently as he crawled onto the bed, his hands lifting to spread your legs once more. Reaching up over your head, he grabbed a pillow. “Lift up,” he said gently, and when you did, he slid a pillow under your head.

“You’re literally perfect,” you chuckled. He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Far from it,” he admitted. “But I wanted this to be,” he finished. Somehow he always knew what to say that would send you further into arousal. He parted your legs again and walked on his knees as he positioned himself just in front of your heat. You looped one of your legs around him as he stroked himself firm once more before guiding his hips forward, pressing his pink tip against your pussy with his tumblr, sliding his length against your clit by rocking his hips slowly back and forth. His hardness felt incredible, stimulating your body to respond by lurching your hips upward in an effort to take more pleasure from him. He did this for a few more passes before pausing to collect your wetness on the tip of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked in a quiet, sultry tone.

You nodded quickly, widening your legs. “Yes, Danny please.” Placing his right hand on the mattress at your side to ground himself, he used his dominant hand to guide himself into your entrance, pressing his hips forward to penetrate you for the first time. You gasped quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as your brows furrowed from the slight discomfort of adjusting to his girth. “Fuck,” he uttered, shaking the messy curls out of his face, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You squeezed your core muscles on him, beginning to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up and stretching you further.

“Come here,” you murmured, reaching for his arms to pull him down. His face had slackened, his features working through a variety of sensations. He moved lower, snaking his arms underneath you as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, rocking his hips back and forth as he slid deeper inside. His breath was heavy, expelling into your open mouth as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands reached for his shoulders, squeezing them before smoothing down his back. You pressed your fingertips into his skin, mimicking the rhythm he’d assumed before. Though the sensations felt wonderful, you needed him to go faster. “Faster,” you whispered. He looked down at you unblinking as he repositioned himself for a moment before quickening his pace, your breasts bouncing freely as your body popped off of his thighs. After a moment, he walked himself off of you and sat up, taking hold of your hips. With this angle, he’d have the leverage to give you exactly what you had asked for. Using your weight, he pulled your hips forward and popped himself forward, jutting his cock deep inside of you, causing a breathless moan to escape from your lips, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as your body ignited inside and out. “Oh my God,” you groaned deeply, taking hold of your breasts and squeezing them while he continued to buck himself into you, listening to the rhythmic clap of your thighs making contact over and over.

“Better than I could have ever,” he breathed, reaching up to wipe at his sweaty face, “ever imagined.” His smile was infectious, his gaze fully attentive and loving. You reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing his cheek in the darkness. He tilted his head to kiss your palm, walking his hand down in between your thighs, fingering your clit. “Oh–shit!” you practically shouted, arching your back off of the bed, squeezing as tightly as you could on his cock. “Danny!”

His slammed himself into you in response to your moans, hot beads of sweat rolling down his face, nose and down his chest. “You’re perfect, Y/n,” he mewled, reaching forward to squeeze your breast. “Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect fucking pussy,” he grunted, tweaking and pulling on your nipple as he slowed his thrust momentarily, backing himself almost all the way out of you before letting his weight send him back forward again, filling you up completely. “I feel you all around me, baby,” he said in a low, lustful tone. You responded by tensing around him once more, getting closer and closer to climax with each successive thrust.

“Danny, I’m getting close–” you told him, your voice rising higher and higher, heavy with exertion.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he responded. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. He pulled you upward and wrapped his arms around you so that you were now in his lap with your legs wrapped around him. “I want you to bounce,” he explained. “And I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he whispered into the curve of your ear. “Don’t be afraid to lose control. I’m here with you. We’re together, just like we should be.” His skin stuck to yours as you began to move. In any other circumstance you would have been miserable being this hot, but in this case, you welcomed it, wanting to be covered in Danny in any and every way imaginable. You wanted to be his in word and in action. As you worked on his cock, his hands moved to your ass, kneading and spreading it as he pulled you flush against his cock, his entire length buried deep inside of you. Disembodied moans and grunts escaped from your throat as your muscles trembled around him. You threw your hands around him, your fingertips combing through his dark ringlets, tugging at them, while your other hand moved along the expanse of his back, your fingers digging carelessly into his perfect skin.

He hissed in reaction, tilting his head downward to see if he could find the hickey he had left earlier in the evening. When he couldn’t find it in the darkness, he decided he didn’t care to leave only one. He sucked harshly into your skin, his teeth nipping and pulling as he fucked himself up into you, the room thickening with the entrancing odor of sex.

“Ah!” you yelped loudly, throwing your head upward. He took the narrow, well-timed moment to strike his cock into you as deep as he could. Before you could control yourself, a blast of white light fielded your vision, pulling you upright in a rigid stasis, your floor muscles tightening around him as firmly as you could. Your body quivered intensely as you seized for several silent, agonizing seconds. His arms pulled around you as he left himself anchored inside of you, his hips swinging slowly back and forth. His length pushed against the furthest boundary between ecstasy and agony, sending your hips whipping forward unconsciously. He was rock-hard inside of you, though you could hear him breathing erratically against you.

“Let go, Y/n. Let go completely,” he urged you, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you. “I’m not afraid of messes,” he said casually. “We’ll handle it later in the shower,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “So, let go.” You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting him slowly begin to fuck into you again. This time, he strokes were excruciatingly slow, unsheathing himself almost completely before sending himself forward. “Do it again. Cum with me,” he spoke after a few moments, his voice shifting into one of more urgency. “Let’s cum together.”

You nodded quickly. “Fuck me hard, Danny. Please.” Your whimpers filled the quiet room, and he obeyed immediately, lifting you up by your hips and slamming you back down on his cock as he used what little leverage he had to pop himself up into you.

“Squeeze,” he ordered, firmly slapping your ass. You moaned from the sharp pain, but sank further into ecstasy as you followed his command, tightening your core muscles around his length and resisted from letting go.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “That’s fucking perfect,” he grunted. “I’m so close,” he told you. You nodded and moved with him. But decided to change positions slightly, pushing on his chest.

“Lay back,” you told him, and he did, letting go of you. He laid back against the bed, and rested with his hands behind his head. Holding on to his sides, you moved to rest on your knees, undulating your hips against his, swiveling them and dragging yourself up and down against his length.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned, watching you as you worked on him, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation swelling in your core. You would have grinned down at him, but your body reserved all resources to focus on the frenzy that claimed your body.

“Danny,” you moaned his name, pressing down on his belly as you ground your hips against him.

“I know, baby,” he spoke. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. You lay on top of him, prepared to continue your movement, but he gave one last direction. “Squat on my cock, and lay your head on my shoulder.”

“I’m not that flexible,” you told him in the moment.

“Just trust me,” he said, moving his hands to your sides, bending your legs. You moved to appease his request, situating yourself into a squat, and then laid your upper body back down, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew that your thighs would burn as a consequence, but he felt so good that it was all worth it. Before you could question further, Danny used the spring of the mattress and his strong hands on your hips to drive his cock into you as quickly as possible, gaining more depth with the open space between himself and your opening. “Take it,” he grunted. “Take all of it.” His voice was clipped, heavy with exhaustion, and you knew he was close. Your inner thighs quivered from the proximity of the incoming orgasm.

Your jaw fell slack, opening as you began to let yourself finally lose control again. Danny’s face was streaked with perspiration as he began to lapse in momentum. “I’m close–” he blurted after a few moments. “I’m gonna cum,” he said again, increasing his pace. You squeezed and squeezed harder, unsure if you were going to be able to reach orgasm again. In the last moment of insecurity, your body got you there, sending heat exploding through your body. “I’m gonna–” he repeated again and again like a vigil before finally, himself, letting go, moaning loudly and hissing through his teeth as the same agonizing pleasure ripped through his own body. You lowered yourself to him as your core exploded, and pressed your body to his, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he pumped his hot seed into you, his hot breath looping around your ears and down your neck as you tensed around him for the last few times.

You lay there with him, your chests heaving simultaneously. He kissed you deeply, his tongue folding softly with yours as he held you, still mounted inside of you. After a moment, you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. You couldn’t help the grin that grew at the corners of your lips. A belly laugh escaped your mouth as you laid back down beside him.

“What?” He asked with a smirk, rolling on his side.

“That was fucking incredible,” you admitted. “I never realized that when people talked about witching hour, they meant this…” you grinned, plopping against the pillows.

“Witching hour doesn’t exist. Those moans everyone talks about? Those aren’t witches. They’re people fucking,” Danny grinned, his white teeth glowing in the darkness.

“Agh, shut up!” You laughed, reaching for a pillow and slamming it into him.

“I’m just telling the truth!” he teased, stealing the pillow.

Stepping off of the bed, he reached his hand downward silently toward you. You looked at it then back up at him.

“What?” You asked.

“Let me take care of you. Properly,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “You deserve to go to bed squeaky clean and comfy.”

You smiled, reaching to take his hand, except you pulled him back down to bed. “No,” you answered decisively. “I don’t want to wash you off,” you admitted, looking him in the eye. “I want to feel like this, to smell like you, to be full of you,” you told him. “So come to bed.”

You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rising and falling before he finally answered. “Gladly.”

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sam-loves-seb · 2 years ago

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look. I know there are probably a million and a half takes on this, but I had this thought, and it wouldn’t leave my brain, so now you have to deal with it too.

ian is not the sun.

ian is the moon, and mickey is the sun.

mickey is the sun, at least in ian’s eyes he is, because ian’s whole world starts ends and revolves around his husband. the pull mickey has on him feels like a gravitational orbit, stronger than any crush or infatuation ever has been, and no matter how much distance (physical and metaphorical) ian puts between them, he always—always—comes back to mickey. and mickey, well he burns hotter and brighter than just about anyone else they know, all barely checked temper and hot seething rage, and hell hath no fury like a mickey scorned because he will burn you faster than any fire ever could. and god, his eyes—do not get ian started on mickey’s eyes—they’re as blue as a cloudless sky on a summer’s day, all warm and wide and vast as the horizon, and ian could stare at them for hours the way he’d stare up at the sky in the backyard as a kid. and yeah, maybe sometimes you can’t look directly at mickey, like maybe you’ll get hurt if you stare for too long, but ian’s best friends are a pair of sunglasses and a bottle of spf, so he’s not exactly new to the sun game, and if he’s the only one who knows how to handle it—that’s more than fine with the both of them

and ian—ian is the moon the way mickey needs air to breathe, because yeah, maybe he’s all smiley and lukewarm to everyone he fucking meets, but that’s not ian, not the real ian, that’s just good fucking manners or whatever shit ian says, but mickey doesn’t care about that. mickey cares about the ian that’s only for him, the one that is there for him through everything, even the bad shit, like the little sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains on a really dark night, the little bit of comfort that’s enough to get him through the dark times and keep going until morning, like the guiding light on the sidewalks when he wanders home from work or the alibi or whatever late at night when the streets are empty and he’s alone. because mickey’s never really alone, not now that’s for sure, but not even then, when there were miles (metaphorical and literal) between them, because mickey would look up at the moon through the bars on the rec room window or the patio from his apartment in mexico and he’d think of ian, and his stupid fucking lopsided curved grin creeping up on his face like a crescent moon in its own right, and it’d be enough to get him til morning. even now, when he can’t sleep and he’s restless, he still looks for the moon, only now he doesn’t look out the window—why would he when he has the real thing on the other side of his mattress—he throws an arm and a leg over his husband like he’d lasso the moon if he could, and he pulls ian closer.

ian goes through phases, up down then up again, and they’re manageable, almost predictable if you study it close enough, like the phases of the moon or the flow of the tide, in and out, waxing and waning, and mickey loves all versions of ian, the full bright smiles and the dark barely there days, and every variation in between. because ian is still ian, no matter what stage he’s currently in, the same way the moon is still that bright glowing rock in the sky night after night, and mickey is happy to get pushed and pulled like waves on the shore under ian’s influence.

mickey studies the galaxies printed on ian’s body, across his chest and stomach, his shoulders and his arms, even the little ones dotting the backs of ian’s hands, and mickey finds peace in the stardust that paints ian’s skin, in the constellations he maps out on ian’s face with his lips, and even tho the freckles there are more faded then when they were kids, mickey still knows where every single one of them is. he brushes his fingers over the new one above his eyebrow, the one ian got after spending a little too much time with his tomato plant the other day, and mickey feels like an astronomer discovering a new star that he just never would’ve been able to see five, ten years ago on his own personal night sky, but he’s here to see it now so he kisses his latest discovery and falls asleep dreaming of a name for his newest constellation

#nobody asked for this bit it wouldn't leave my head #these are the kinds of things i'm thinking about at any given time #idek if this makes sense but here you go anyways #gallavich #sun mickey #moon ian #sun and moon #shameless #gallavich ramblings #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #inner monologue #shameless us #ian and mickey

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theawkwardsiren · 10 months ago

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Veneer x F!Reader (fluffy HCs)

summary - just a bunch of HCs on what it would be like to date Veneer

warnings - none

∆ The minute you show this boy any sign of kindness or affection, he is in love. Like as soon as they hired you as their assistant, and you were soft and sweet when handling him, he almost cries and swears you're an angel sent from heaven

∆ once he's in love he becomes the sweetest person in the world, but only in private when Velvet can't see that he's going soft. He can be vulnerable with you but he doesn't want to look weak to her

∆ he starts giving you gifts anonymously at first, always acting innocent when you ask (because you know it's him, he makes it very obvious) and denying buying them

∆ when you finally tell him you know he's been giving you gifts, he loses it and confesses everything, shaking and nervous the entire time. he starts panicking, thinking you don't feel the same way and that you'll just see him as weird

∆ you assure him you don't think he's weird and that you like him back, and the two of you share the sweetest kiss

∆ when i say he was deprived of love and affection his whole life, it's to the point where he cries every time you hug him or kiss him or even give him a little gift. he is SO thankful and emotional and he always lets you know just how much he appreciates you

∆ you noticed one day how Velvet shuts down his idea of practicing and ignores his attempt to get her to make up dances with him again, and so when she leaves you tell him the both of you can make up dances together

∆ he is so SO happy when you say this and suddenly he's showing you every single dance he can think up, desperate for your approval and with a huge smile on his face

∆ even if the dances suck, you're happy to just be spending that time with him and it means the world to him

∆ you're both just laughing and having fun, creating silly dances that would never be stage-friendly, and he's never been happier than when he gets to spin you around before sweeping you into one of the most romantic kisses of your life

∆ he spoils you SO. MUCH. it's unbelievable. you get all sorts of gifts from him, ranging from jewellery to clothes to - and i kid you not - sports cars. he will literally give you anything you want or need, without hesitation. sometimes even gets you things you haven't asked for, but he thinks you'll like

∆ i've seen other people say this and i agree, Veneer is soft and weak-willed when it comes to defending himself, especially against Velvet. but if Velvet or someone else disrespects you in any way...well, hell hath no fury like Veneer when you've been mistreated

∆ he is sassy and sarcastic, so sometimes you have silly little arguments that turn into fights because you get angry at his sass and sarcasm

∆ but he never lets you stay mad for long, because he is sweeping you up into his spaghetti arms and kissing all over your face until you forgive him

∆ if you start crying he starts crying too, and he will hug and cling to you like a koala and tell you how sorry he is over and over until you are the one comforting him

∆ he has great fashion taste, so you better believe he is dressing you up for events and styling your hair - or at least telling you how to style it. he is also buying you the most stylish and lavish clothes and shoes

∆ he is the type to want to match and wear couple-y outfits. so he buys you matching clothes and looks up boyfriend-girlfriend fits and you're always happy to go along with it

∆ he spends all of his free time with you. this boy is so clingy, there is not a moment you will be alone. unless you have to shower or use the restroom. otherwise, Veneer is hanging onto you in some way or the other

∆ he loves to cuddle. as mentioned above, he's clingy so he really loves any form of hand-holding, waist-holding or cuddling that the two of you do. he has to be holding you in any way, and when you're laying in bed or watching a movie on the couch he's got his arms wrapped securely around you - may even wrap his legs around you if you're watching horror movies

∆ KISSES!!! this boy loves to kiss you, he will kiss you anywhere, any time, and any place, even if it's in public. he doesn't shy away from PDA, he loves to show you off and show the world that you're his because he feels so lucky to have you as his girlfriend

∆ he is super protective and even more possessive. he feels like he won in life just getting you to date him, he's taking no chances with losing you or letting you go. he's not over the top about it, but it's very obvious when he's being protective/possessive

∆ like when Kid Ritz was speaking to you at an event, Veneer came and looped an arm around your waist and kissed you deeply

∆ yeah he is not subtle about it

∆ the first time he tells you he loves you is during another silly argument

∆ he got upset that you forgot to tell him you were going to see a friend who's sick and you're trying to convince him you're not cheating or leaving him

∆ he starts crying mid-argument when you yell at him, because he didn't think you - the kindest and sweetest person in his life - would ever yell at him

∆ you feel horrible and have to cuddle him for an hour, during which he tearfully admits that he just loves you so much that he can't bear the thought of losing you

∆ you tell him you love him back and he's over the moon, instantly fixed and happy again. you tell him you'll never leave him and he'll never lose you? he's engulfing you in one of the tightest hugs ever

∆ you are his world and he is yours

#trolls veneer #veneer #veneer x fem!reader #veneer x reader #veneer x you #trolls 3

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diivineray · 22 days ago

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♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise? (Pooki im spamming you sorry im on my phone)

the salty af munday meme | accepting

*readers be warned*

listen, hell hath no fury for the woman you scorned.

I've been around a while, but tumblr is a shit storm of mentally ill people who lack the maturity to be carry the relationships they desperately want with people. Something about me attracts a certain kind of person, someone who lacks a lot of self-love and needs a lot of attention and reassurance. I accept the role I take when I cater to those emotions until it literally starts to drain me. My lack of boundaries definitely played a part in this, and I acknowledge it because, one thing about me is I will take accountability for the mistakes I make. I believe it helps me to learn and do better.

I care very deeply for the people I become friends with, honesty, loyalty all mean something very deeply to me, so when people I am beyond good to take my kindness, take my heart and make it into a joke, embarrass the fuck outta me? I'm less nice about the way I receive it.

I had a friend, who unfortunately I met within the danmei community, and ppl know who they are. Call it shit talking if you want, but recalling facts about a situation is just that, facts. if you don't want ppl looking at you differently, don't be shitty. regardless, despite the flaws, they did mean something to me. we talked everyday, watched movies, played games, wrote so much together. they had become a part of my life, but I was going through a lot in my personal life, i didn't always have the energy to write. for them, writing, rping was their only outlet, it was how they determined the meaning of the friendship, and that is just not how I measure friendship. the pressure of feeling like I gotta always be up for or down for plots and stuff when depression was gripping me, was hard to do some days. I was in therapy, I was working on myself, and I continue to do so. But i recently got back into the twst fandom at the time, because despite how shitty that fandom is, i really love writing leona.

I was happy getting back into the swing of writing that muse again. and while they will deny it, they asked me to introduce the game to them, because they wanted to be close to me. and yes I got receipts. to me? that always makes my heart go doki doki !! like I love when people put effort to get into the things I love and enjoy the same way I will for them. Going back into this fandom was risky, and I knew that, cuz my ex is in this fandom and she got her own issues. we broke up years ago, but they always see me as toxic for falling out of love with them. and it wasnt like i was uninterested, I still cared for them deeply, but love just wasn't there anymore. and yeah i know it sucks. i gave them the time they needed, friendship was always on the table if they were ready for it. they never were. and evntually drama hit the fandom with ppl claiming they were stealing each others headcanons and it became a whole thing, callout posts were written, threats were made, they doxxed this person. and they were saying about pressing charges because it caused as lot of drama and stress and suicide attempts.

I hate bullies. I hate people who think that no one can have the dame thought as them, who think their portrayal is the one true one. when it comes to disrespecting people over petty ass shit, i'm gonna look at you funny. and I didnt like that attitude people were giving off. the other person wasnt the greatest, but situation was so absolutely crazy and my ex had the attitude of like 'well they arent mean to me so i dont think its that bad' and I knew right then and there that I did not want to associated with those kind of people. i dont care about writing that much that I would ignore my moral views and enable assholes here on the internet for ships. its just not who I am. and to this day i see those same people around posing like nice people when there's never been apology or any kind of remorse for bullying someone to want to take their own life.

time just passes and people think they can just forget about it and move on. NAY. for me it is that deep. SO , with that said, I told this friend of mien I was inviting into this fandom space, all of these deets. they agreed with me, how crazy it was ppl were acting like that. crazy how my ex seemed to support and enable it as well. i told them if they wanted to interact with them, they could. all I asked from them, was for them to tell me so I could blacklist or whatever, do I don't gotta see it. I am not gonna tell ppl who they can and cant write with.

Days were passing, we were growing farther and farther apart. despite several long conversations about how we both felt, how we were trying to mend things, how to work on it. up until this point, my ex wasn't even a subject until i got randomly blocked. removed from discord, they left our private server and i started to see them both being all buddy buddy. which struck me as WEIRD cuz huh ? naturally this upset me, and it felt like a big fucking ass betrayal so I confronted both of them privately cuz i wasn't about to just let that happen without answers. my ex friend just tucked their tail between their legs. denied everything, acted like i was yelling at them when yes I was being upset, but assertive and yelling are two different things, but hey, the victim is what they know how to be so whatever. my ex on the other hand, was gaslighting me, trying to make it sound like I was making it sound like a big deal. acting like i was just making it up in my head that it was just a coincidence that my friend randomly ditches me and is suddenly SO close to you. Me and this friend wrote wangxian together too, like I paid for custom made themes for both of us, and then I see them being like this is my wwx and this my lwj lmao okay. and it gets better, cuz I learn from a friend who has been burned by them before, that this isnt the first time they've done this to someone.

always shipping wangxian with that one person, until something happens and then they are moving onto the next one selling a sob story to the new person about how that person just abandoned them. their stories arent for mine to tell, but it was eye opening listening to how this person played me for a fool. and i wouldnt be as mad if it was a random mutual. it was my ex gf who they knew i had history with. it just felt so deliberate. and so they are also dating now. and it fucked me up for months. i was lied to, I was embarrassed that I spent so many hours crying over this person who now paints me as an abusive person because thats how everyone person before them is painted. like when they told me the danmei fandom hated them, at the time i was like FUCK THEM THEN, they dont deserve you. but now??? bitch , I know why they dont fuck with you now. there's so much more in terms of how they made me feel special but really its just rehashed shit they told ppl before me. and its very much why i am so selective, so picky about who i let in my space, because, people really don't give a shit about you sometimes. people who only can think about rp are ppl i stay away from. cuz yall need help. you need to find other hobbies, you need to touch some motherfucking grass. learn how to keep a job. something productive. cuz i refuse to ever let myself be in that position again. and fuck them both seriously <3

#lanctiflora #sometimes I wonder if like they gave the lan wangji bracelet i got them for their birthday to my ex or something #say they got it lmao #more lies on lies #this got long but out of everything?? this was the worst #cuz the way the community handles ppl like this too pissed me off #i had friends who saw what happened #but didnt wanna get involved because 'picking sides' or whatever the fuck their anxiety is #for me you're not my friend if you can't choose a side like that #cuz its not petty things it was about #this was clear abuse and bullshit and i had to leave because #i couldnt stand ppl having fun with them when i knew what I knew #LIKE ITS CRAZY MAN #ooc. //#im a good person but the moment you fuck me over #im over it im throwing that out the window

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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Observations on ep 6:

I FREAKING LOVED THIS EP

Oh to be Mew's mother...to live a simple life with the person you love.

Mew still needs protecting. And now I feel bad for Top because his earlier actions with Boston are going to hurt him too.

Have you met Nick-pot-calling-the-kettle-black?

I love Boston being happy with Nick...but I'm also fine with his bubble bursting in the worst way soon 😂

OH MY GOD. And now Boston-pot-calling-the-kettle-black as well. THESE TWO ARE COMPLETE HYPOCRITES.

It's that stripy linin shirt again! 🤦🏽‍♀️ This makes it 7 shows it's appeared in. SEVEN.

"What if I block you in real life" - a little on the nose there Mew. Kinda goes with Sand's "You suck" from the end of the last ep.

What IS Sand doing wrecking his phone like that?! He works how many jobs to get money and he doesn't hesitate to break something this expensive?!

Omg they actually kept Ray in that whole outfit from the og trailer even though Kawi already wore it in Be My Favourite 😂🤦🏽‍♀️

"Just please don't be too dramatic" says the character who brings all the drama.

God these actors are so fucking GOOD. Mark and Neo. Khaotung and Neo. Just A+. 💯. 🔥. 10/10. No notes.

"Simplify". Something something life seems so simple to someone like Mew. Get good grades. Enjoy time with family. Just stop drinking and doing drugs. But life isn't so simple for a lot of people. Mew is lucky...and sometimes people get lucky and manage to stay in that simple, happy, bubble...so I just hope Mew can because there are so many sharp edges around him with the potential to cause harm.

Oh no oh no...omg Ray, stop. This is awful (I'm laughing so hard it's so awful), he's just cutting ties with all these people. But this is unforgivable. WHY DOESN'T SOMEONE STOP HIM?!

Wow. Khaotung. The man that you are.

I need more April.

Is Mew filming this? 🤔 Oh. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. No. He KNEW!

BOOOOOOOOOOK. 🔥

I'm looking forward to seeing Force match the rest of these guys.

I sorta kinda feel sorry for Top...so I hope he explains things a bit more than he did there at the end.

But it looks like this is Mew's villain origin story. Now he's gonna get manipulative. 'Hell hath no fury like a (wo)man scorned' and all that...

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #ofts ep 6 #gmmtv communal wardrobe #this was the best ep so far #I spent most of it with my hands clutching my face #or my fingernails digging into my palms #and that's reflected in how much more I've written compared to earlier eps #THESE ACTORS THOUGH!#and jojo's directing!!

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love her already! can you tell me what's her relationship with the scobbie gang like?

its been ages since i've opened my ask box this was so long ago im so sorry LKDNFKLNFKN BUT yes indeed here's a lil bit ab margo and the scoobies!

buffy - margo... loves buffy. so much. that's her bud. when no one else wants to talk to her besides oz buffy's like "!!! but you're so cool and your fashion style is iconic and why do you hang out with these loser dudes who don't appreciate you." she meets her through oz and then brings her into the gang. buffy is always trying to get margo to come out of her shell and love herself the way she is so loved. meanwhile margo kind of recognizes buffy's fundamental... brokenness? it's kind of recognition of the self through the other. like oh we are both extremely fucked up in different ways but nonetheless we are both broken. so they kind of bridge that gap of like. one of them trying to normalize and one of them trying to recognize. you need both!!

willow - it's kind of hard to dislike willow... for a while anyway. no but like margo has always been pro girls supporting girls so even when the guy she's in love with starts dating willow she's like. alright well im gonna like this girl if oz likes her. so she and willow are friends!! at first! and then when willow cheats on him with xander... oh boy hell hath no fury like margo scorned. perma-ice queen from then on out. the girls are fighting and buffy is putting them in their get along shirt (spoiler: they do not)

xander - xander is... fine. she thinks xander is fine. at times she finds him very annoying but ya know sometimes he's funny. she has a lot of things going on with cordelia (we'll get into it <3) so when they're dating she kind of withdraws from him a little bit but like. they're never really beefing. until the whole cheating scandal he gets it just as bad as willow.

giles - loves him. that's dad dude. she hates her parents so she needs some authority in her life. thank god for giles.

angel - basically 'buffy why is this weird angsty dude hanging around you. how old is he. oh he's a vampire. hm. oh he took your virginity and it made him evil. yeah let's kill this guy.'

cordelia - okay.... look. childhood friends to enemies back to ???. that's it. that's the whole thing. like they were besties and then they fell out when margo was diagnosed and then cordelia started bullying her. so they really fucking hated each other and then buffy also forced them into their get along shirt and it KIND OF worked. like cordelia was gradually becoming a better person and eventually even kind of apologized so like. i would never call them friends but they work their way into normalcy.

oz - her soulmate, her best friend, her forlifer. she loves that mf. best friends first (the only person who would talk to her and who totally accepted her for who she is) to lovers later.... i adore them sm

#margo fox #buffy #btvs #asks #fragilestorm #thank you for asking!!!!!

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seancamerons · 2 years ago

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Talk about Paige singing "Poor Thing" to Dean

“You'll never believe the nightmares, you'll never know the pain you caused.🎶

Let’s talk about 2.08 Shout part 2 mainly the moment Paige sings a poor thing to Dean requested lovingly by ashton (maya-matlin)!

So before the episode, our protagonist Paige was a different kind of girl, to say the least. We set the stage and mood. Paige was forever changed practically overnight for better and for worse this marks the rise of Paige.

Ashley’s poem 'poor thing' awoke something in Paige. It made her feel seen and felt. Despite being about something different it felt relatable and somewhat comforting. She resonated and played a big role in Ash’s pain. Earlier, Ashley had humiliated Paige (and let's be real: her own damn self) at the party in jagged little pill (1.15) by mid-season s2 in shout 1 and 2, they weren't best friends anymore and distant from one another. Ashley was far off on the outskirts with a new best friend Ellie and a new look to boot. Before long the cathartic poem Ashley had penned took on a whole new meaning.

As for PMS (Paige Michalchuk and the sex kittens), the lineup included Terri, Hazel (Spice), Paige, and Ashley. It was a miracle they made it happen between friction between Terri and Paige at rehearsals, tone-deaf Hazel’s surprise case of polyps, the lyrics debacle, and other mishaps the new and improved PMS finally took the stage.

PMS led by Ashley who was prepped on keyboards and ready for the solo, what could possibly go wrong? Enter Dean. Paige freezes and turns to Ashley for support, and lets her know she can't perform and that he is here watching the concert. Ashley is initially surprised when Paige starts acapella, by speaking the first words of the poem and eventually turns to face the audience and her perp with a strum of the guitar. She was going to destroy him.

Paige was also supported by Terri on background vocals and bass and Hazel on tambourine. I guess no one was on drums. (Just wanted to point out, Ellie 'suddenly' had a talent for percussion in season 5 'playing for her whole life' My ass! Obviously, her secret drum talent only exists bc of Craig 🙄 just kidding. However, when PMS rebranded as hell hath no fury in rock and roll high school a year later, she took on the bass. I'll be chalking it up to writers with selective memory, a retcon, and plot convenience. or some unfortunate continuity error. Missed opportunity.)

Important to note, she is singing directly at Dean, and it's satisfying to the audience and most likely Paige herself. I believe she was empowered by this, it was closure and her way of triumphing over him and what he had done to her and she used Ashley's lyrics which she had fought so hard to change. It was the best possible outcome of a power play. I couldn't be more proud of Paige and her ability to wield her power and influence. It is up Paige’s alley to do such a thing, but she used her powers this time for good as opposed to petty influence towards Hazel and Terri, and even Ashley at times. This marks a new era for Ms. Michalchuk, and we love to see it. This drives her to significantly grow and experience some major character development. It is awesome. This definitely holds up, it becomes cathartic and so pretty genius props to the writers for this. Embarrassed and humiliated publicly, the 'strong' 'emotionally challenged' Dean cowardly leaves like a dog, defeated with his tail between his legs. I spy the blind lady on the judge's panel she really seemed to enjoy the performance. Two men were seen rocking out beside her. I guess Big Bad bully Dean wasn't made of stone. He displays a semblance of blank and possible regret. He likely thought his presence would intimidate Paige but it only proved to empower her.

Ellie was a spectator to this performance and later offered her support to Paige at school. Although Poor Thing was cited as an honorable mention, she thought PMS was robbed. They were, let’s be real. Now I take this time to note, it's unclear why Ellie the next season wasn't so keen or nice to Paige such as in s3 a whisper to a scream when they were 100% rivals. It is nice and refreshing to see Ellie and Paige being cordial and not exchanging petty blows, cheap shots, and snide remarks like they typically do. While they won't be caught dead braiding each other's hair or going for mani-pedis, their relationship is at best conditionally chummy, with the occasional hints and moments of friendship scattered through. I'm not sure how they handled being roommates later on in life. Poor Marco was likely the mediator and peacemaker between the frenemies. He was a saint, God bless! Although sometimes Ellie and Paige surprised us as an audience such as with the bacon-y kiss in s7 and some heart-to-hearts when it counted. They had come so far in their evershifting dynamics.

Ashley deserves a medal for not being well, typical Ash, and making things about herself and instead stepping out from the spotlight for Paige to shine center stage. She also displayed genuine compassion for Paige as she embraced her and consoled her by the lockers when she told her what had happened, and why she felt so strongly about the lyrics in so many words. Sometimes they're too alike in their stubborn and hard-headed ways, unable to back down even when they’re dead wrong. However, despite what had happened between her and Paige over the last few months she didn't hold it against her and they buried the hatchet and even became friends again.

As Paige makes her way to Sauve's office she seems optimistic and ready to talk. </cue freeze frame. 👏 👏 👏

The end. Thank you for the ask. 💌

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guiltyspark242 · 2 years ago

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Apologies if this has come up before, I’m new here and figuring it all out.

This is a fun side thought I had, I’m not really sure about the whole memory loss/alteration thing as sometimes I think Crowley says he doesn’t remember people just to be obtuse and because it’s fun. Also possibly because doing so shuts down the conversations he doesn’t want to have. But anyway…

So what if Aziraphale and Crowley fell in love when they were still in heaven, can angels fall in love? Well yes, I suppose they can but more what I mean is are they allowed to fall in love? Especially two powerful angels…(possibly one being a bringer of creation and the other a bringer of judgment?)

Love can lead to all sorts of sin - lust, envy and pride off the top of my head. Heaven is very orderly and strict, we don’t see any ease or friendship in the relationship between the other angels and Crowley and Aziraphale are the outliers.

So what if they fell in love and heaven didn’t like it, Crowley being the one to question authority and have his own point of view on things no doubt asked questions why not and then perhaps he took the fall for it, quite literally, to protect his innocent angel who still believed in all things holy. He gave up his entire being for Aziraphale. He never really took up his role in hell, never cared for it as he wasn’t there because he did anything wrong really, his heart wasn’t in it.

And in the fall he lost some of his memory of that time but even without the memories he was inexorably drawn to Aziraphale as soon as they met again. So for the last 6000 years he has never been far away protecting this angel, possibly without really knowing why but he just does it anyway and over the years of course their relationship evolves but they remain separated by the boundaries heaven has now imposed upon them, demon and angel, destined to remain enemies to ensure they don’t get back together.

And meanwhile Aziraphale stayed good and holy and an angel in his little bubble of bliss and also without some of his memories of that time with Crowley.

So what if in heaven Aziraphale discovered their past, that heaven tore them apart because it was afraid of them, that Crowley sacrificed himself for him, that caused Crowley so much pain and torture and that it currently stands between them yet again. Hell hath no fury…

He is the one to bring judgement and also to stop judgement. It’s his turn to be the protector and stand up for the one who has loved him and watched over him for so long.

#innefable husbands #go2 spoilers #crowley aziraphale #gos2spoilers #azicrow #angel crowley #inneffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale good omens #crowley good omens #good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #gomens #good omens2 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens theories

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philosophicalparadox · 8 days ago

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Shisui was a crow-user too, as was Aoba, so it’s a bit of a legacy for him, and honestly suits the skulky name.

But I gotta get on the crows, because I love them: I still stand by the idea that crows are very difficult summons. They are too smart for all that crap and they don’t need to be supernatural to speak or use language, especially not the jungle crows that Itachi et al use, which are essentially just smaller, Smooth Ravens. Great for recon, bad for battle, so whoever uses em has to be a generally cautious person who is able to tolerate a flock of flying toddlers, essentially, that are unfortunately armed with knives 24/7 and absolutely WILL stab you just because they feel like it or to see what you’ll do about it.

Take it from someone who’s been around captive crows and ravens: They never stop testing. Ever. They are forever systematically looking for weaknesses in the system at every opportunity like those raptors in Jurassic Park. You can never falter, or win, only compromise. Ever and endlessly compromise. Want them to do something? Make it worth their while, or forget about it; they don’t do anything for free except what they want to, when they want to. Try to force your hand and you’ll get mobbed, and they have impossibly long memories and they don’t forgive easily. Hell hath no fury like a crow scorned; you’ll be bleeding every time they can get at you, and I know that from personal experiences.

Morality doesn’t exist to them. For as human as they can be, you can never forget that. They’re perpetually two, emotionally. Yes, they have empathy, yes, they look after their sick and injured if they can afford to, but they’re equally as likely to be the ones gravely wounding each other and you. Might makes right is the default setting, and negotiations only ever happen after.

Truly it makes having anything like a good relationship with them impossible. They get to bite you, but you’re not allowed to so much as touch them back without getting on their bad side forever, because they KNOW you’re bigger than they are, and consequently that your perceived violence is considerably more threatening. Buuuuuuut by that same token, they expect you to treat them like babies all the time and tolerate their antics well into adulthood when they can seriously hurt you.

In short, to be a good crow wrangler you need to have:

Patience

Diligence

Discipline not to take it out on them even if they hurt you badly

Ability to set clear boundaries and reinforce them ad nauseum

Ability to be smarter than they are, which can be a feat sometimes because they see the weaknesses in your theory/system/etc far better than you can

Creativity — you gotta have the ability to come up with things for them to do or they’ll find something to do that you don’t like JUST to get on your last nerve on purpose. They think it’s hilarious.

Just. So much tolerance. You can not take things personally even when they are, pointedly, personal. No animal exists that is conceivably more jealous, possessive, and demanding of you in every capacity than a bird, at large, though crows and ravens are slightly less asinine than, say, most parrots. Only slightly though.

Flexibility. These birds are unpredictable at the best of times. I liken them to cockatoos in that respect. Body language can be extremely subtle and mean big things. So you not only have to pay attention, but be prepared for anything. Crows do what they want to do, always and forever. You convince them only when they want to be convinced. It’s why they’re poor for battle, besides their fragility; you can’t control them.

As a relevant aside, This, THIS is the crux of my confusion about people that portray Itachi as a (malignant or otherwise) control freak. Like ? Even if we set aside the canon examples of how often he just kinda shrugs and accepts that he can’t control everything (Sasuke, Naruto, and while he barks orders at Kisame from time to time he doesn’t really put his whole chest into it, y’know? And aside from situations in which Kisame is going to get in his own way, essentially, Itachi pretty much lets him do his own thing.) HIS SUMMONS, THE CROWS, ARE LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO CONTROL.

“But Genjutsu” have you ever tried to trick a crow? I’ve had to trick a raven, in order to give her medicine. It worked once. And she never quite forgave me for it until we found a solution by which she could tolerate the taste of the medicine; hiding meds in high value food doesn’t always work, we had to find something that complimented the bitter taste in a way she’d withstand. She still knew there was medicine in it, but didn’t care if the taste wasn’t atrocious.

Again, they do what they want on their terms, and theirs only. They will play along only when they feel like it. And while Genjutsu is certainly probably useful, it’s not foolproof— certainly not to a crow. They might not get themselves out of one, but they’re going to realise at some point that they’re being deceived. That the caster literally can not see what they do only exacerbates that, though the sharingan probably gets you close in terms of processing speed.

Point is, he’s probably obsessive about control of himself, (possibly to the tune of OCD, even) but even his own summons kinda refute the idea of him being controlling.

Rant out lol 🤣

Can we talk about out of all the animals in the ninja world Itachi could’ve picked to be his signature animal he chose crows. Which isn’t a bad thing by any means it’s actually cool as hell, it’s just crows.

They aren’t even like ninja crows, yokai or whatever the hell summons are in the franchise, they don’t talk or anything. They are just regular crows that seem to really love him. Which makes sense seeing how intelligent crows are in real like. It’s hilarious and badass at the same time.

Itachi Uchiha: The Crow Whisperer

He started young.

#itachi #ask #itachi uchiha #naruto #dunno how to tag this #uhhhhh meta?#I miss my crows and also wouldn’t be sorry if I never had to look after one again at the same time #wild crow friends good #captive crow friends are like the benefits of a pigeon with all the drawbacks of a parrot

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mandalhoerian · 6 months ago

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That was such a fun and engaging response! I enjoyed reading it and I can’t deny a lot of the logic in your response.

Just wanted to make a few things clear, the smol servant potato is a reference to an actual OC fic I read the other day 😂 I meant it less in the context of the fic and more about the appearances.

I know in terms of appearances that’s a major difference between the two. I can see what you mean in terms of blur between Y/N and OC.

I suppose it really just depends on the author. Some authors go the whole mile and don’t even include the word Y/N or even gender. It depends on individual and what you’re comfortable with. Others will really use Y/N as an OC, she’s short, has thick thighs, slvtty waist, the whole nine yards. Which to that point even I question what the hell I’m reading haha.

And like I said, I genuinely don’t believe one is better than the other, I enjoy them both, simultaneously write both as well. It’s an artistic choice and while I may not agree with everything, you made some great points, andyou are correct in saying that all you have to do is scroll.

Loved this response from you, this was fun, thank you for being such a cool sport Shai <3

LMAOOO I figured that had to be a reference! My first thought was that it had to be from a Call of Duty fic, there’s always a smol sergeant out there who's somehow an elite operative but looks like they belong in a Build-A-Bear workshop (I mean it could work if you know how to make it work. there's always something called a "sleeper build" and hell hath no fury like a short woman) But yeah, I get the difference in terms of appearances, and you’re absolutely right, reader fics can blur those lines depending on the author.

Some reader fics definitely go all out in creating a character to the point where I’m sitting there like, "I would not say that, lil bro." And that’s when the immersion cracks a little, you know? Meanwhile, some reader fics do leave the Y/N as vague as possible, which I appreciate for the flexibility. It really does depend on the individual author and how they handle it, just like you said!

But overall, I agree, it’s all about personal preference, and neither type of fic is inherently better. I love that you’re open to both and see them as artistic choices! At the end of the day, again, it’s about scrolling past what doesn’t hit and enjoying what does. Thanks for the fun back-and-forth; this has been such a good convo!

Much love back at ya, and thanks for being a good sport too. ❤️

#an ask for shai

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can you do one where harry started dating y/n to get closer to her best friend bc harry has like a hugeeeee crush on her so he decided to date y/n to get closer to her but then he fell in love with y/n and y/n find out the real reason about why harry dates her and all that angsty stuff ( you can end it however you like!) Thank you so much ❤️🥺

She knew tradition wasn't so traditional anymore, but maybe Y/n should've known her relationship had been doomed from the start when she was the one to ask harry out. He said yes, which sent her over the moon with happiness, but once the novelty of being with him faded and the reality of the relationship set in, she realized dating him wasn't what she had envisioned in her head.

She planned dates, she sent the good morning and good night texts, she kissed his cheek and reached for his hand. Harry wasn't a bad boyfriend, but he was just kind of...average, and she didn't like settling for average when she knew she deserved better.

And one night when they were out with all their friends, it hit her.

All the things Y/n had been wanting from Harry, all the little touches and smiles she wanted to share with him, he was doing with her best friend. The moment she realized that, she felt sick, hurt beyond belief, used. how could she have been so stupid?

But as the saying goes, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," so when she and harry were finally alone, she broke up with him. No explanation, no warning, she just told him plainly, "I think we should see other people."

And Harry didn't even seem hurt, just surprised (probably because he was only with her to get close to her best friend). So then they were done, they went back inside and hung out with their friends, and it wasn't until she was alone in her bedroom that she finally let her wall crumble.

It was pathetic, but Y/n was miserable, torn up over a sham of a relationship. Perhaps she was mourning the loss of friendship too, knowing that she wouldn't be able to go back to the way things were after knowing what she did. Y/n finally had what she wanted, only for it to be a complete disaster.

But after a few weeks, she began to pick up the pieces. She started going out with her friend group again once she felt strong enough and comfortable enough to be around Harry, knowing that she wouldn't have been able to handle one of her best friends openly flirting with her other best friend. So she waited, and waited, until she was finally ready, or as ready as she'd ever be.

Her best friend was the first one to pull her aside at the bar, concern wrinkling her brows. "Where the hell have you been? It's so unlike you to not answer my calls! And the Harry thing? How could you not tell me that you broke up with—"

"He's into you," she blurted, effectively cutting off her friend.

Shock was evident on her face as she asked, "What?"

"We were together, but he was all over you, and I didn't want to fight a losing battle, so I just ended it."

Her friend pulled her in for a hug. She was the only one who knew about Y/n's feelings for Harry before they started seeing each other, and had even worked with her on how to ask him out.

"You know I would never go out with him, right? I wouldn't do that to you, Y/n, I swear."

"I know," Y/n said, squeezing her best friend just as tight. "It just sucks, you know? No one ever choses me, not even Harry. I had to ask him out, but he said yes, and yet he still—he still didn't want me."

She didn't mean to start crying, she really was fine. but perhaps not. Rejection was a tough pill to swallow for anyone, but as someone who no one ever really saw as more than a friend or a sister or whatever, it was awful.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," he friend said, pulling Y/n further from their friends so she wasn't having a meltdown in front of them. "Harry's a dickhead for not seeing how amazing you are."

"Yeah but it's not just harry, is it? this has been my whole life. something must be wrong with—"

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Harry was the last person Y/n wanted to see right now, especially when she was crying over him with the person he was into. Sniffling, she tried to dry her tears as best as she could. "I'm fine, H."

"Listen, I know we broke up, but we're still friends, so you can come to me if—"

"You know what? I know that we were friends, but I don't know if we can be right now. I—I don't think you realize how much I liked—how much I still like you, so I just—I can't."

Y/n's friend gave her a thumbs up as she walked out of the bar. She wasn't expecting to unload on Harry like that, but she did feel a lot better after the fact.

She was outside for about two minutes when the bar doors opened up and Harry was alone with her. "Y/n, I just—I don't understand. You were the one who broke up with me out of nowhere."

She didn't understand why he was still playing games with her. They weren't together anymore, he wasn't into her, so why was he acting confused?

"You're into my best friend, Harry! You hardly gave me the time of day when we were dating, but when we're out with friends, you're practically infatuated with Y/f/n!" she said, more frustrated with him than ever. The look on his face told her everything she needed to know too. He didn't even try to deny it. "Look, I, um, I know we weren't together for very long, but I've liked you for a really long time, which you obviously didn't know, but, um, a bit of advice? If you don't like someone, don't lead them on. Tell everyone I wasn't feeling well and went home, will you?"

Harry's face was unreadable, but Y/n just wanted to go home and be alone again. She couldn't stand there while he looked at her pityingly, unable to come up with any kind of explanation or excuse.

So she left. She walked home, the brisk air clearing her head. The bar wasn't far from her apartment, but it wasn't exactly close, either. But it ended up being just what Y/n needed to calm herself down. When she got home, she pulled out her laptop and started researching.

She was going away on a little self-care vacation to forget about Harry, all she had to figure out was where.

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Harry looked at his phone, staring at Y/n's Instagram page like a stalker. She'd been gone nearly a month now, and he had no idea when she was coming back.

He never thought he would make his closest friend cry, but seeing her eyes so full of tears made him feel like the biggest asshole on the planet.

He'd only ever seen her as a friend, and had had a crush on her best friend for a while. Y/n was always so quiet and closed off at times about her feelings, so he was surprised when she asked him out, and perhaps it was for the wrong reasons, but he said yes because he didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Things were fine, they weren't great, but they were fine. He still had a crush on Y/n's friend, and it was wrong of him, but his feelings couldn't change over night, and he would find himself gravitating towards her and not Y/n at times.

It was safe to say that everything was just one big mess. Y/n liked Harry, but Harry liked her best friend. he didn't know who Y/n's friend liked, but it obviously wasn't Harry. When he came back into the bar, she went off on him about fucking with her best friend and how she would never be into him when Y/n so clearly was.

In all honesty, harry never realized Y/n liked him that way until she’d asked him out, but while she was gone, he was able to look back and see signs. she had been there for him for years—at parties, family functions, midnight study sessions, midnight stress sessions—anytime harry needed someone, Y/n was there.

How did he not know?

And now that she was gone, Harry felt Y/n's absence. It didn't help that she wasn't answering his texts or phone calls, didn't acknowledge the few times he commented on her Instagram posts, and apparently had given her best friend specific instructions to not give him updates. He had no idea what she was up to, he couldn't talk to her, and it was torture.

Her posts on her Instagram page made his heart skip a beat. she'd never posted like that before, and he was happy that she was confident and comfortable in her own skin, but he hated the fact that he was noticing her now and not beforehand. Harry always thought Y/n was beautiful, but it was like now he was being punched in the face by her beauty.

So now she was out finding herself, thriving because he wasn't there, and he was miserable, but he supposed it was only fair.

Harry was scrolling way past Y/n's vacation to when they were at university together. Her page was littered with posts of them at pubs and coffee shops and at sporting events. Her head on his shoulder, his arm around her, smiles wide and dimples showing. They really were two peas in a pod, and he never—

She was calling him. Y/n was actually calling him. Harry scrambled to hit the answer button and not accidentally like one of her posts from four years ago.

"Y/n. Hey," he said, feeling breathless all of a sudden.

"Hi, H. how have you been?" she asked, like they hadn't spoken in weeks.

Her voice was like music to his ears. He didn't realize a person could miss a voice, but he did. He absolutely did. "I'm—I'm good. Are you—Are you still on vacation?"

"No, I got back a couple hours ago," she said, which made Harry's heart skip a beat. What the hell was happening to him? "Y/f/n wants to go out tonight as a kind of welcome back. Are you free?"

"Uh, yeah—yes. Of course. What time?"

He figured he would've been the last person Y/n would want to see, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He missed her a lot, and he wanted to tell her that. He wanted to tell her a lot of things.

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Y/n was nervous as she entered the bar. She hadn't been back in weeks, and now she was coming back a new woman.

Vacation was exactly what she needed. On the plane ride, she realized that she was the type of person to give and give and give. To everyone but herself. And now that she was alone on vacation, she only had herself to give to. and she did.

She slept in, she bought clothes she didn't need, she drank cocktails with little umbrellas in them. She even went to a spa, something she'd never ever done before.

It was amazing, everything Y/n needed and more. She obviously thought about Harry, but she made it a point not to think about him so much, which was hard when he kept calling and texting her, but she managed.

But now that she was back, she felt ready to see him again, for real this time. Y/n knew that those feelings she had for him weren't going to go away anytime soon, but enough time went by where she could go back to suppressing her feelings. Harry had been her friend for years, she couldn't just let that fall down the drain.

He was actually the first person she saw upon entering the bar, and she briefly saw a smile curve onto his face before someone slammed into her with a hug.

"You're here!"

Y/n couldn't have been happier to see her best friend again. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. You should've taken me with you, you dick, but I understand why you didn't," she said jokingly. "Come. Everyone's so happy to see you again."

So Y/n went over to her and her friends' normal booth, smiling when everyone greeted her. She'd always been the quiet type, but she gained a newfound confidence while on vacation, and she let it carry her through the night. Where she would've spoken softly to Harry, Y/f/n, and the rest of the group individually, she was practically the center of attention, talking about all her adventures, making jokes with everyone, and having the best time.

"I'm gonna get another drink. Does anyone want one?" she asked.

When she received a resounding no, she went over to the bar by herself. As she waited for a drink, someone came up to her. A very cute someone.

"Hello," she said, smiling faintly. She'd been bold all night, but now she felt all shy again.

"Hi. How are you?"

She was cautious as she spoke to him, but she stayed by the bar anyway, thinking that maybe she needed to expand her horizons a little more now that she was home.

He was nice and offered to buy her drink, and actually asked her questions about herself. He didn't really give her butterflies, but she didn't mind. It was just nice to be noticed.

That was how she felt on vacation too. Boys came up to her while on tours of the city, at bars and clubs, it was all kind of new to her, and a little overwhelming. She didn’t do much with them, just flirted and asked that they take her picture from time to time. She tried to kiss one of them to see if she could move on, but it just didn't feel right, so she kept her fun to innocent flirting, and the occasional flirty social media post, knowing a certain someone might see it. A little desperate, and maybe even pathetic, but hey, Y/n looked good, she felt good, and she decided that everyone needed to know.

And having been so wrapped up in her conversation, she didn't even realize Harry was next to her until he tapped her gently on the shoulder.

"I just wanted to check on you," he said. "You've been gone for a while."

"Well, here I am," Y/n said, feeling a little awkward now that she saw Harry sizing up the guy on her other side. "I'll be back in a little, okay?"

"Is this your brother?" the guy asked. "It's nice to meet you. I'm—"

"I'm not her brother. I'm actually her b—"

"He's a friend. One of the friends I came with tonight, so I should probably get back," she said quickly before Harry said something they'd both regret.

Grabbing him by the wrist, she pulled him along until they were outside. Y/n shivered a little, wrapping her arms around herself as the cold seeped into her bones. She'd become so used to sunny weather, she'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be outside at night back home.

"What were you—Thank you—What were you doing, Harry? that was none of your business," she said. She was frowning at Harry, even when he draped his jacket around her shoulders. It was warm and smelled like him, but she tried to ignore that so she could stay annoyed.

"You don't know who that guy was, Y/n. He could've been a creep, and you would've fallen right into his trap if I hadn't been there," he reasoned, or tried to reason. But Harry had never been protective of Y/n like that before. She would give him her drink while she went to the bathroom, and she trusted him to take her home and get her safely into bed when she had a little too much to drink, but she was pretty sure he was about to say he was her boyfriend, and that was definitely not something Harry had ever done before.

"What were you going to tell him? When he asked if you were my brother?"

Perhaps she was only setting herself up for failure by getting her hopes up, by even entertaining this conversation, but she was curious. She wanted to know what changed.

"I—I don't know. I just—I just knew that I didn't like that we've hardly spoken in weeks, and that even though you're here now, you've hardly given me the time of day. and I know that's rich coming from me and you probably think I'm a dick, but I've been miserable since we last spoke a few weeks ago, and I guess I just wanted you to know."

Harry's cheeks were red, but Y/n wasn't sure if it was from his confession or the cold.

She was speechless now, utterly unsure of what to say. On the one hand, it was along the lines of what she'd been waiting to hear, only it came at a time where she was debating whether she should move on from Harry. This all could be some pride thing where he didn't want to date her, but didn't want anyone dating her, either, and that she wouldn't stand for. On the other hand, though, he could just be a stupid boy who was slow to recognize feelings.

"You shouldn't be. I thought you didn't like me that way," she finally said, looking down at her feet. They were hurting from being in heels, and all y/n wanted was to take them off and go to bed. "I put myself out there and asked you out, but it would've been much less painful if you let me down then instead of letting me think I had a chance. And now here you are acting like a jealous boyfriend when I know that isn't the case because—"

"I want to try again!"

That made her look up at him. His eyes were wide, like he was surprised he'd said that.

"Huh?"

"I took our friendship for granted. I took you for granted, and I'm sorry," Harry said, taking a chance by stepping closer to her. "I—I did have a crush on Y/f/n, but when you were gone, I didn't know what to do with myself. I realized that I thought she was cute and nice, but you—not talking to you drove me insane.

"How I handled things wasn't right. I should've been honest about my feelings," Harry said, nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "And I know it might not seem like it, but I'm trying to be honest about them now. I like you. I want to be with you. I want to be better for you because you deserve better, but if you—if you don't like me that way anymore, that's fine I'll understand. I saw on Instagram that you were hanging out with other guys, and that's fine. I'll even be your wingman for that bloke back there at the bar, but I thought you deserved the truth."

Y/n looked at him closely. She'd always had a hard time reading Harry, but right now his heart was on his sleeve. Now she just had to decide whether she wanted to wear her heart like that too.

"I...don't. i'm sorry, Harry. You're just a little too late."

Harry's face fell completely, the little ember of hope he had winking out. "Oh. I understand. Thank you for being honest."

After an awkward silence, he muttered a farewell and began to walk off. When he was a few paces away, Y/n couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Harry!"

He turned around immediately. She was sure he thought she was just giving his jacket back as she slipped it from her shoulders, but when he was close enough, she spoke again.

"I was kidding."

"You—You what?"

"I was kidding," she said again, a small smile appearing on her face. "I just needed a little revenge. Give you a taste of your own medicine, if you will."

Y/n wanted to launch herself at Harry the moment he said he was miserable while she was gone, but she couldn't cave that easily. She needed him to know how badly he'd hurt her, and she needed to see for herself that he meant everything he said. Maybe it was a little mean, but she had to know.

"So you—you're saying that—that you would like to..."

Nodding, she said, "Yes. You're an ass, Harry Styles, but I still like you. I'd like to give us another chance too."

Harry shook his head as he came closer, clearly exasperated by her little test. "You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Hey! I'd be nice to me, if I were you. You don't know what—Ah!"

Y/n couldn't even form her next word as Harry picked her up and spun her around. Her arms instinctively went around his neck as she held on tight, her cheeks hurting as she smiled against his chest.

Both of them were giggling and smiling like idiots when he finally set her down, though they stayed just as close as before, so much so that Y/n had to tilt her head up to look at him properly.

"Thank you for giving me another chance," he said, all business now.

"Thank you for apologizing," she replied. "And I know this is all very important, but I would really like to kiss you now."

"Don't have to tell me twice."

There were moments where Y/n thought that her feelings were merely a silly crush on a boy she'd known for years. She was comfortable around Harry, and he was really the only boy in her life at times, so of course she would develop feelings.

But kissing him now shattered those thoughts. This was no silly crush. This was the real deal, if the electricity zapping from her head to her toes was anything to go by. And she could tell Harry felt it too. He hugged her closer to his chest and leaned down even more to deepen the kiss, pushing her mouth open with his own to explore more of her.

It just felt right. Y/n didn't have much to go off of, but she was pretty sure a kiss didn't get any more perfect than this one.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," Harry said, his forehead heavy against hers.

"There's a new italian place downtown I've been dying to try," Y/n said, the corner of her mouth tipping up into a smile. She was sure some people would insist that Harry didn't have to make anything up, but she was still his friend, and she would milk this for as long as she could (within reason, of course).

And Harry knew that too. He saw her smile and recognized the mischief in it. "You're gonna enjoy me grovelling, aren't you?"

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick peck on the lips, still smiling. "Definitely."

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