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CAMERA SHY

(Rick & Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content. extremely filthy smut. not even joking srsly. lots of sex, filming it, unprotected p in v, oral (r!giving), cream pies, fingering, so many pet names it’s kind of sickening, dirty talk, one use of ‘daddy’ cause I just couldn’t help myself, two cocks at once, light choking, cowgirl, little bit of ass play, and spitting. think that’s it <3

notes- thank you guys for all the love on ‘birthday boy’! I’m so glad that so many of you enjoyed it. I thought I’d do a sequel/part 2 for it, where the boys film your alone time. It does occur directly following, but It can be read independently if you want! 3.1K word count.

Please let me know what you think! xoxo

Daryl made his way over to the dresser, no shirt on, just some pyjama pants slung low on his hips. His back still glistening, with water droplets trailing down his muscles. All taut and tan. The sight alone made you shift positions. Moving to your knees so you could squeeze your legs together. How on earth were you still horny?

He ruffled around the drawers contents and pulled out a video camera. A hand held silver one with a flip screen. One of those ones that people would film their home movies on. Christmas mornings and dance parties. Road trips and first steps. Though you’re pretty sure you guys weren’t the only ones using it for something a little less tasteful.

You couldn’t help but look over at Rick while Daryl played around with the thing. Turning it on and checking the battery. Getting it all ready for the movie you were about to make. Rick was biting his smile back. Trying to suppress his excitement about the situation.

They’d talked about this before. How they wanted something for when they had to be away from you. For longer supply runs that left them both a little hot and bothered. Missing you, waiting patiently for them back at home. Thinking about you touching yourself in their clothes. In their bed. Moaning their names and missing them just as much. And it’s not like phones were a thing anymore. You couldn’t call or sext. They just had to wait til they got back to deal with it. To deal with you.

If you were honest, the thought of them filming it, was a little nerve racking. But you wanted your boys to be happy. To always have a part of you available for their needs.

So there you were, sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed, both men standing in front of you, smelling like Irish Spring and laundry detergent. Looking down at you with two sets of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. Ricks hand was on your jaw, his thumb rubbing your lip and sneaking it’s way between your teeth. Your eyes were on Daryl, tilting the lens down at you. The little red light intimidating you with its glow. You shifted a little, thighs squeezing together even more, with both your hands shoved in between them.

“What are you squirming for, baby? You gettin’ all shy on us now?” Rick asked, with a teasing tone. Your gaze shifted between them. Swallowing hard. Yes. You nodded a little.

“You’re gonna do great, sweetheart. Just do what you always do. You’re always so good for us,” Daryl’s own hand was making its way to the back of your head, fingers finding their way into your hair.

Their praise helped a little. At least gave you the courage to reach for their waistbands, pulling each of them down. You grabbed them both in your hands, already rock hard in your grip. Both of them kept smiling down at you, giving you a little nod to keep going. “Go on,” they motioned in unison.

So you did. You licked at Daryl’s shaft, getting him all wet with your tongue before moving over to Rick, and repeating the same process. Feeling their grips tighten on your hair and the hitch in their breaths was all you needed to step it up a notch. Being sure to look right at the camera, you wrapped your lips around Daryl’s cock and started to move your head back and forth. Sucking him off all sloppy and messy. Just the way he likes it. Blushing hard but forcing yourself to step out of your comfort zone. This was for them.

You could feel a pearl of Rick’s precum drip onto your hand as you jacked him off, so you decided to swap. A string of spit from Daryl’s tip was still connected to your lips as you started on Rick. Keeping your hand on the other man, being sure to give them equal attention. You never wanted one of them to feel left out. Not that they ever did. They both knew how much you worshipped them.

You kept swapping back and forth. Gagging every so often when one of them would push a little too hard on the back of your head. Spit started running down your chin, and little sounds escaped the back of your throat. The whole situation created a pool of wetness in your panties. Surely soaking through the fabric.

Rick took you by the hair, pulling you off of him with a ‘pop’.

“Feels real good, baby. You look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around us.” He started, thumb rubbing all lovingly against your cheek bone. “But I think we’d like to get these panties off and give the camera a good look at some of your other pretty parts.” Rick playfully shoved your shoulder. So you dropped back onto the cool comforter. Knees coming up and crossing your ankles in anticipation, waiting for whatever plans the two were silently deciding on.

“So fucking wet, Daryl. Look at her.” Rick said, hands parting your legs so they could settle in between them. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks at their words. Their amused little laughs.

“Soaking right through, isn’t she? Sucking us off turn you on, sweetie? Is that it?”

“Uhuh. So much.” You nodded, propping yourself up onto your elbows. Both men on the mattress in front of you were making themselves comfy. Hands started trailing up your legs and playing with your boy shorts. Tracing the wet spot as your hips bucked. You were just so ready for them. Cunt still puffy and aroused, and even a little sore from your first round. But so, so ready for another.

Daryl made sure to capture Ricks fingers, tracing the wet spot of the cotton, and rubbing circles against your clit. Over your underwear, teasing, poking and prodding. Pulling them to the side when you whimpered a little, and his index finger glided through your slick with ease.

“Always so wet for us. Such a pretty pussy. So fucking pretty.” Rick praised, mesmerized at your swollen cunt. Practically throbbing for their attention. You lifted your hips as Daryl dragged your panties down. Throwing them off to one side of the room. They spread your legs so wide that your muscles hurt. Inner thighs stretched out and knees hooked around either man. Pulling them closer to you and eachother. Not that they minded.

They played with your pussy for a while. Getting you all sorts of worked up. Both of their fingers inside of you, stretching you out and making you groan. Clutching at the comforter below. Rick spat right on your clit, and you just about came right then and there. Unbelievable turned on by their focus. They slowly worked away at you, curling their fingers inside you and rubbing at your sensitive nub with their thumbs, definitely showing off a little for the camera. Taking everything just a a little slower than normal. So that they would have the most footage possible. Capturing your moans and whimpers and the way you moved against them. Desperate for more.

“Please I just- I-” your hips bucked further on to their fingers, and you could see the little look they gave each other. All mischievous and lustful. “What is it sweetie? You wanna cum? Is that it?”

You nodded eagerly. But with your confession, both men’s hands withdrew. Causing the quietest whimper to leave your mouth.

“Ugh,”

“Don’t complain. We just want you to cum on our dicks, that’s all. Isn’t that something you want, princess?”

It was more than ok. In fact it was preferred.

“Wanna cum on your cock, please.” You whined, pulling at Rick’s tee shirt

He groaned. He didn’t mean to. It’s just what your words could do to him.

“You will, sweetheart. I promise.”

You did. And it would have been a lot sooner if it weren’t for the damn camera in Daryl’s hands.

They had you get on top of Rick, straddling him as he sat up against the head board. Daryl started getting creative with his angles, with the camera behind you as he played with your ass, all while you rode Rick’s cock. Bouncing up and down as you held onto his shoulders. Pressed nice and close to his chest. His hands trailed up your shirt, peeling it off so he could grope your breasts, pinching your nipples nice and hard. Eventually his fingers wrapped themselves around your throat and squeezed gently on the sides.

He was stimulating every part of you that he could think of. His tongue was in your mouth the whole time. You stayed moaning against his lips and grinding down against him. Desperately trying to achieve more friction against your clit. It was driving you both wild.

Daryl stayed filming the whole thing. His own hand grabbing at your ass, thumb prodding at your other hole. Threatening to split you open once again. You were shocked he wasn’t touching himself. That he wasn’t getting his own dick wet. That he could actually keep the camera focused, even with the sight in front of him. The pure temptation to join in must have been killing him. Leaking precum all over his plaid pyjamas. That thought made your hips stutter. Along with the fact you’d be riding for what felt like ever. Your legs were starting to wear out. Muscles becoming all heavy and forcing you to switch from a bounce to a grind. Rick noticed you tiring out and decided to start fucking you from below. Hands moving to grip your ass cheeks and help you bounce. An actual cry left your mouth and you both knew you were close.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, I’m- Rick I-” you babbled against wet lips. Trying to hold off as long as possible, but he just kept hitting that damn spot. The spot that made you physically convulse around him. When Daryl’s dick pressed against your ass and you felt his hand squeeze your waist, that was it. You snapped like a rubber band. Cumming all over Ricks lap, your head fell back against Daryl’s chest as your rode out your high. Your body starting to twitch from the intensity of the orgasm. A very shaky sigh left your mouth as you all stopped to a halt.

“Feel good?” Daryl asked, lips brushing your ear, camera over your shoulder and pointed at Rick. The grainy screen was displaying his pretty face, lips parted and wet. Eyes focused on you. The lens moved down to show your hands. The ones still gripping Rick shoulders, tight enough to leave marks. He smiled when he noticed.

“So good. You make me feel so good, daddy. Both of you. Both my-” you were catching your breath. Rambling in your post orgasmic daze and drunkenness. But they weren’t done. And you knew that before you even came. They wouldn’t be done for a while. Even with your pussy practically raw and begging for an ice pack. You should have been begging for a break, yet somehow you were still dripping with need.

“One more, baby, then we’ll get you some rest okay?” Daryl asked all sweet, hand trailing under your shirt to squeeze at your breast.

“Want you both...” You whimpered. Rick’s cock still stuffed inside you. Filling you up and making your walls twitch. Yeah, you weren’t done.

You tried to get up. Figuring that they’d want you in another position. Something to switch it up. But when you pushed on Rick’s chest and tried to lift, they held you down, keeping you on his lap.

“What are you tryna do?” Rick smirked at you, wrapping his hands around your ass and moving your body for you. Grinding yourself against him again. The sound of your wetness squelching and making you blush.

“Was gonna move, I thought-”

“I’m really enjoying this view. Aren’t you?” Rick said, leaning in for another kiss. He always loved eye contact. Loved seeing your expressions and feeling your moans while you kissed.

“Mhm.” You agreed against his mouth. There was really no sense arguing. Even though you’re quads were on fire and you could barely lift yourself off of him to continue riding.

Daryl moved to place the camera on the bedside table. So that the three of you were in the frame. When he came back behind you, hands on your hips as he started kissing down your neck, your shoulders and the top of your spine. All while Ricks hands rocked you against him, fucking into you nice and slow.

“You gonna let us fuck your tight little ass again sweetie? Or do you want to get that pretty pussy all stretched out?” Daryl asked.

You turned to try and look at him. A little shocked at the suggestion. There was no way that would fit. Right?

They both chuckled at your reaction. Daryl’s thumbs already pushing themselves in to your asshole. Stretching out the tight muscle.

“We can do that?” You asked. Never even having considered it. But it was definitely intriguing.

“We can. Might hurt a little though,” Daryl warned you, catching your lips as his fingers moved down even further. Using your excess wetness to push his index in your pussy. Still stuffed full of Rick. You gasped as he hooked his finger upward. Even Rick made a little sound. Surprised by his own dick being touched and your walls stretching even further.

“Wanna try…” you sighed. Trying your hardest to relax your muscles. To allow them to actually ruin you. Split you in half on both of their cocks. You couldn’t imagine a better pain.

“Ok baby, we’ll give it a try. Just tell us if you wanna stop, ok?”

“Go real slow Daryl. Let her get used to it.” Rick told the man.

“Let her get used to it. Or you?”

“Both. Seriously, just go slow. Don’t wanna break her.” You could feel Daryl suppressing a quiet laugh against your skin. Two fingers now moving inside of you, getting you ready for his cock.

“Alright, come down a little,” he retracted his touch and pulled you by your hips. Both you and Rick shifting downward so he could lay back. His head pressed against the pillow. He stayed inside of you as you leaned forward, opening yourself up for the man behind you. Kissing the side of Ricks mouth and up to his earlobe. Knowing exactly how much he loved that.

Daryl spat on your hole. Moving foreword and pressing his tip against you. Pushing ever so slowly as the two of them stretched you out.

It hurt. But you expected that.

“Breath, sweet girl. Gotta breath, ok?” Rick told you, hands wrapping around your ribs nice and tight, holding you up since your legs were completely useless. Daryl’s hands were on your hips. Pulling you down onto the two of you until he managed to actually fit himself inside. All of him. Him and Rick. Inside of you, together. It was hard to even believe. But you were so stretched out, there was no denying that it was possible.

“Oh god,” you mumbled at the realization. At the feeling of being so fucking full.

“Oh god.” Rick repeated with a grunt. It was even better then last round, you realized. At least for them. Having the added pressure of another cock, rubbing up against them both. That extra friction affecting you all.

“You two all good?” Daryl tried to confirm, his breaths a little laboured as well.

“Yes!” You squeaked, realizing that Daryl had started to move. Thrusting slowly into you.

“Y-Yes. “ Ricks eyes were rolled back. The two of you breathing hard. And the sight of him in so much pleasure made your walls tighten. Earning another groan from them both.

“Keep going. Keep fucking me, please.” You asked them politely. Your wetness was running down your inner thigh.

So they fucked you. Rick from below, and Daryl from behind. Completely abusing your pretty little hole.

Rick was in heaven. You could tell by his eyes. All glossed over with his lips parted, breathing impressively slow. He was trying to focus on not cumming so quick. Daryl’s hands gripped your hips real tight. Snapping his own right against your ass. Nails leaving little crescent moons in your skin. Whispering little praises in your ear.

“So fucking tight for us. Such a good girl, always taking us so well. Doing so well, baby. So, so, good.”

You’d never taken them both. Not like this. And having them both together, was intense. Hitting every single spot inside of you. Ones you didn’t even know about. Ones that made you cry out and call their names.

“Still ok, baby?” Daryl asked, becoming just a little concerned by the sounds pouring out of you.

“Gonna cum, Dare, gonna- oh, oh.” You could feel a tear slip onto your cheek. Wet and salty when it hit your lips. The pressure and the buildup catching up to you. Hurting so fucking good. Your core was all hot and tight and your head became fuzzy.

“Don’t stop,” you whined, burying yourself into Rick’s shoulder as your orgasm rippled through you. A burst of heat running down your thighs and up your stomach. Waves of pleasure pulsed through your core.

The two of them moaned your name and a couple other profanities. Honestly, you didn’t hear. A little too hazy to pay close attention. They each came inside of you. Their seed physically flooded out of you when Daryl finally pulled out. Very slowly and carefully, so it wouldn’t hurt you too bad. And Rick too. So gentle and caring. Both boys Immediately getting you to lay down between them. Your pussy was fucking aching. But you didn’t mind too much. They kissed you lots. All over. Asking you a million times if you were ok. If it was too much. If they wore you out too badly.

“Gonna have to give you some time to recover, huh?” Rick asked, coming back from the kitchen. An ice cold glass of water in his hand.

“You’re sure we didn’t hurt you too bad?” Daryl added. Rick picked a towel off the hook on the back of the door. Bringing them both over for you.

“I liked it.” You responded. Not fully answering their questions. You would definitely need a few days. At the bare minimum. Your cunt was swollen, and you could feel it. Rick handed you the water and you drank up. The coolness coating your throat. Gulping a few sips down and passing the rest to Daryl beside you.

“Gotta get you all cleaned up,” Rick started with the towel in between your legs, wiping up the pearly mixture that had coated your thighs.

“Again…” you joked, smiling up at him.

“Bath? Shower? Just the towel? What do you want?” He smiled back.

“Mmmm… bubble bath,” you bit your lip.

“Bubble bath?” Daryl asked from beside you, smoothing some of your hair down. Trying to tame the unruly mess.

“Mhm,”

“Only if we can watch.”

“You can film it for all I care,” you turned to catch his lips. Grinning against your mouth.

They sat down on the vanity stools and watched as you laid your head against the tub. Both of them smiling down at your cuteness. Soapy suds hiding your body under the water. Only the tops of your breasts threatening to breach the surface. The hot water and lavender bubble bath doing wonders for your sore muscles. You were sure they’d give you a massage after, if you asked all nicely.

Despite the undeniable toll on your body, you’d relive the night again in a heart beat. Having them split you open all over their cocks was always ideal. But seeing Rick’s face as you got double stuffed, was the cherry on top. Shuddering beneath you and cumming with an actual moan. Accompanied by Daryl’s stuttering hips and grunts of his own. Each of you fucking eachother into a mess of pure ecstasy.

Thank fucking god they got it all on camera.

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ROUND 1, MATCH 38

Propaganda under the cut!

Towa Wakasa

Listen. He's alright. It's just he's the one who's route they recommend playing first and he was the one I was least interested in so his route made the game drag. It's because of him that I stopped doing recommended route orders and just play the way I want. Which admittedly I should've done sooner but whatever.

Shiloh Fields

lying snake

Even if he comes from a game where all the partners suck ass on purpose and knows it, this guy stinks. I mean he lies all the time about everything, so there's no way of knowing if he even likes you, romantically or just straight up as a person. I want to throw hands with him so so so bad

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Hello! First off thank you so much for creating beautiful games for people to enjoy! I really love the ideas and characters you have come up with and I admire the level of professionalism you maintain when interacting with your fans or working on your games :) I was curious, I just thought of a kind of silly question: which of your characters do you think you would get along the most in real life? And who would you find the hardest to vibe with?

Aw, thank you for the kind words ^^.

I would say the character I'd get along most with is Nurse Lynn from XOXO Droplets! He and I have similar dispositions and lifestyles so we could hang- on the rare occasions we weren't too busy working, haha. And if they weren't such jerks who refused to make friends, Jeremy, Pran, and Nate would likely be up there for me as well.

The most obvious answer of who I couldn't get along with would be The Guide from Lake of Voices. If you play the game, you'll know why.

But for more normal situations of regular people just not being good matches, I would get along poorly with January from A Foretold Affair, Lucas from XOXO Droplets, Lu from Lake of Voices, and, yes, even Cove in Our Life. They all have core traits in common which I clearly enjoy writing about in a story but would make me someone incompatible with them in real life; they're lonely, varying degrees of clingy, truly want affection and someone who expresses it, and it'll really hurt their feelings if someone they like doesn't seem to care/be trying. Just like my good friend Lynn, I'm terribly unsocial and spend a majority of my time working on my own personal passions. I don't want to hurt their feelings but I'm certain if they cared for me I'd simply make them sad, and that'd make me sad, and it'd be a bad time all around. I'm really glad there are players out there who'd be happy to give them the affection/attention they deserve!

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Love and Letter

pairing : college student! Yuta Nakamoto x secret admirer

word count : 4.5k words

genre : fluff

summary : A series of letters melt the anti-love’s heart.

warnings : cursing

For the “...dear you” collab hosted by @theje0ngs 😄

I had fun writing for this story. I’m sorry if I posted this early, I’m just so excited to show this to you. Please enjoy and leave feedback. 😁

Nakamoto Yuta. The perfect embodiment of the rebel guy moms would always remind young girls to get away from. Pierced ears, long hair that defies the school rule, a scowl on his face as if hating everyone which he does. A total rebel that is feared by students and teachers alike. The classic bad guy who never showed up for classes, only staying a minute for attendance roll call then skipping. 

And he wanted it to stay like this for the whole year. 

Why does he have to attend Creative Literature class when he’s not even a Literature major? Annoyed, he pushed the door of his locker and was startled when a piece of paper fell from the said locker. His name was written in front in cursive form. To say that he’s not intrigued is a total lie but he waited until he was seated in class when he unfolded the paper. 

‘Hi, Yuta. 

Please don’t be alarmed, I’m not a bad person. 

I notice you a lot in the school hallways and honestly, you’re a little scary. 

I know you’re a nice person. Please lighten up a bit.

XOXO,🍎’

A chuckle escaped his lips. Just a little scary? Him? A nice person? Isn’t this weird? Who in their right mind would make an absurd letter like this? 

But a smile escaped his lips as his mind drifted on the letter in his pocket. Should he start smiling more? Talk to some classmates? Maybe he can find out who wrote the letter. Fuck, this is so dangerous. 

Although it is ultimately different from his usual aura, he greeted the discipline director waiting by the school gate. He also gave a bow to the teachers he passed, smiling lightly at his classmates he only recognized by faces. They were obviously surprised at the sudden shift in his attitude but greeted him as well. By lunchtime, he was hanging out with the guys in his Physics class and laughing at their jokes.   

‘I don’t know if you received my letter the first time but I noticed that you’ve been a little brighter and that you’ve been hanging out with some friends. 

That’s nice. 

I’m happy to see you happier. 

Thank you for making my days brighter, Yuta.

XOXO,🍎’

Yuta smiled. But it was the letter sender who made his days brighter. Does that person like him so much? Or is this something that is made up? He doesn’t want to know but he liked the feeling of receiving the letter. 

He’s used to it by now, saying good morning to the school guard and the discipline director before entering the school gate. He would smile at the other students who were early for class, even helping some with their things. 

Every morning, he would pass by the school’s soccer field. His turf back in high school. If only he continued playing soccer, maybe he can be a part of the team and defeat these guys with terrible form. He smiled while rubbing the back of his head, walking to where the Arts building is. Soccer isn’t for him. 

‘Do you like Messi? 

I noticed you’ve always stopped by the soccer field every morning. 

Maybe you can try out for the soccer team. Didn’t you use to play for the team back in high school? 

It will be cool to see you play again.

XOXO,🍎’ 

He glanced around to see if someone was watching him read the letter but the students are busy with their own things. That person knows that he plays soccer back in high school? Is that person a schoolmate from before? But he’ll have a hard time locating who it is considering that he went to a local high school near the university. 

Is this a sign from above? Should he really try out for soccer? He did miss the feeling of the ball in his feet, the smell of the grassy field, and the excitement it brought him. Why did he even stop playing for a girl who never cared about him?

With the letter in his pocket, Yuta got accepted in the soccer team. The coach even thanked him repeatedly for changing his mind, claiming that he had been coaxing Yuta into applying since his freshman days. The guy only smiled, rubbing his head while apologizing. “The soccer golden boy is back.” And he is. He’s happy to be back. 

But training is so tedious that it startled him. Back in high school, training is such a piece of cake. Why did you have to run fifty laps around the field now? Maybe his body is really startled that for the first time in his college life, he got sick. For two days, he skipped school and just stay at home to rest. Now, he’s debating if playing soccer is all worth it. Should he quit? But he just started. Can his body take on this intense training? 

His friends were greeting him when he returned to school. The other guys from the soccer team teasing him that it’s like that at the first time but he’ll get over this. Hopefully, he will. There isn’t a letter in his locker that made him feel odd. Well, what did he expect? Maybe it already stopped. But he kinda liked it. Even looking forward to it every morning. 

“Dude, you have to attend creative literature tomorrow.” Jungwoo, one of his classmates on the said subject claimed. “We already paired for the project. Your partner seemed really down.” 

Yuta laughed at that. “Who is my partner?” 

“Y/N. She always comes early in class, sitting on the back row.” 

“A girl? Can’t I pair up with you instead?” He revolted quickly that made his friend reason out that nothing will be done if they pair up for the project even asking him the golden question of all, ‘Why are you so scared of girls?’ But Yuta just shrugged, not wanting to explain it to him. 

‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away. 

I’m glad you’re feeling fine and that you’re back in class. 

Also, the apple juice from the vendo machine tastes great. 

I hope you’re not allergic to apples.’

XOXO,🍎’

Funny, that person will say that. He isn’t. And it’s not bad to try it out. 

When he entered the room for their creative literature class, he immediately saw the girl Jungwoo was describing with her face buried in the book. Why is he even scared of talking to a girl? 

Yuta breathed hard before sitting beside her. “Y/N? Am I correct?” He asked which made the girl turn to him. Yuta handed her the same apple juice he’s drinking. “I’m Yuta Nakamoto and we’re partners for the project?” 

The girl nodded, thanking him for the drink. “It’s an epistolary piece we should make…” 

“Epis…? What?” 

She lightly giggled at that which made him stare. “Epistolary.” She said emphasizing all syllables. “It’s a letter-type fiction. We write a story using letters.” Yuta nodded at that. Letters. “I have the idea already but since it’s a pair project, I can’t start on it until I show you.” 

Can’t she show it now? Can she just do the project without his help or without talking to each other? “Do you want to discuss it after class? I’ll be in the library if…” 

“I have soccer practice.” He immediately said that made her stop. He gave her his phone, asking if they can just talk through messages that made her nod, typing her number in. The moment she returned the phone, he immediately stood up to talk to his friend, Taeyong, in the first row.

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“You just ditched her?” Taeyong asked that made Yuta ruffle his hair. He shouldn’t have told him. “That’s a pair project, Nakamoto. You’ll both get a zero if you don’t cooperate.” 

Yuta showed the text message he shared with Y/N. “She said she’ll just do it. She’s smart. She can do it.” 

The other shook his head. “Why can’t you just talk to her? Y/N isn’t bad. The thing you’re scared of with girls. I’m sure Y/N isn’t like that.” He raised an eyebrow at him. “All I’m saying is that you should stop being this total jerk on her. He’s not like your ex, Yuta.” That took his attention. How did he know that? “There are talks around.” But before he could ask him to elaborate, Taeyong turned a sharp left. 

The rain was falling hard that made Yuta sigh while taking out his umbrella. Soccer practice ended early because of the muddy ground that made him hate the rain. Today, of all days? He just returned from sickness and yet there’s no training. As he neared the steps of the building, he saw a familiar girl with her hand held out in the pouring rain. “Y/N.” he called. 

The girl gave him a timid smile before returning to what she was doing. Weird. Does she love the rain so much? “Do you have an umbrella?” He asked that made her shake her head. “Do you want to share? I can walk you to the bus stop.” 

“It’s fine, Yuta.” Y/N whispered while shaking her head. Once again, she started playing with the droplets of rain. Truly odd. Maybe Taeyong is right, she really is different. Yuta handed the umbrella that startled her, “Yuta!” But he was already running in the rain. Shit, he might get sick again with this. 

‘It’s been raining non-stop this past few days. It’s so gloomy. 

Also, I learned a new word today.

Niwakaame. 

Isn’t it Japanese? 

Rain Shower. 

I love the rain shower. 

How about you? I hope you don’t hate the rain as much. 

It helps water the plants, you know?

XOXO,🍎’  

A giggle escaped his lips. It does, doesn’t it? 

He just had a reason to like the rain. 

Since soccer practices had been on hold because of the rainy weather, he would always find himself in the library working on that epistolary piece with Y/N. She would always type her ideas and he would check if it was alright. But really, what does he know about all of this? 

He was just thankful that she became his partner, she's really smart and creative. He'll probably pass creative literature with ease because of her help. Another thing is that she never talks when she's in front of her laptop and he was thankful that she's saving them from awkwardness. 

He put on the straw of the apple juice before slipping it beside her notebook. Yuta returned to his comic book when he heard her say in a soft voice, "I didn't know you like apples." Yeah, he honestly didn't know that he did either. 

‘Soccer is such a boring sport for me before. Why does it take so long for players to score a goal? 

But watching you play, scoring that goal in the last minute, I’ve never felt that thrill and happiness before. 

Congratulations! 

And if no one told you this before, I guess I’ll have to tell you now. 

You are really cool, Yuta Nakamoto!

XOXO,🍎’   

The class was cheering with excitement when Yuta entered the room, everyone was congratulating him for the amazing game. He beamed happily, thanking them as he poked a straw to the apple juice he was holding and putting it on Y/N’s table but she didn’t even look at him and was just typing in front of her laptop. 

“You’re being chummy with her.” Taeyong claimed while elbowing his side. “So what’s special about Y/N that she’s the only girl you talk to?” 

Yuta had to laugh, voice resonating to the whole room. Instead of the professor, it was the TA who came for class. He just asked them to talk with their partners that made the class scrambled on their seats. Yuta sat beside Y/N who kept on typing in her laptop as if not caring about anything. “Y/N.” He called softly. “Are you alright?” 

The girl almost screamed when Yuta held her shoulder. “Yuta?” She called then stared around. “I’m sorry. Is the class starting?” She immediately put down the screen of her laptop while biting her thumb. 

“The prof isn’t here. The TA just wanted the pairs to talk about the idea.” She whispered an ‘oh, I see’ before putting out her laptop which opened a document. “You seemed busy.” 

“Paper due today.” She answered while typing, bouncing her legs while she bit her lip. 

The TA started walking around the room to see what the students are doing which made Y/N close the document, groaning when she failed to save it. The girl bumped her head to the desk that surprised Yuta. “You can type your paper and pretend to listen to me.” Yuta suggested that made her look at him. There were tears in her eyes. “Just pretend that I’m telling you the story.” 

Y/N wiped her eyes then breathed hard before opening her laptop to start with her work. Yuta smiled when she started typing words on her laptop. “Someone is giving me letters.” But her typing didn’t stop and he wondered if she was even listening to him. “I don’t know why but that person gives me comfort all the time.” The TA approached their table and she started typing at a slow pace as he continued talking to her, “I always wait for that person’s letters every morning.” 

When the TA passed, Y/N returned to her usual typing that made Yuta shrug and just watch as she focused on her work. Maybe she isn’t interested in hearing his story but it feels good that he got this chance to tell someone about the mystery sender always giving him smiles. He placed his head on the table, facing her. “I hope you meet your letter sender, superstar.” Y/N said without looking away from her laptop. And he wished he did too. 

‘Ureshii. 

I’m happy you’re always happy, Yuta. 

I’m happy to hear your laugh echo in our room. I’m happy to see you smiling at everyone you pass by. 

I’m happy you’re coming to class and enjoying soccer. 

I’m really happy for you, Yuta.

XOXO,🍎’

A smirk appeared on his lips, so this person is in the same class as him? He usually passes by this person as well. He really wants to see this person once and thank him or her. 

A thought passed his mind. What if the sender is a girl? Can he actually talk to her? Maybe not. This is probably better. That he’s curious about the mystery letter sender. 

It was the midterm week. Everyone is super busy with the things they have to do, college life is so fast-paced that it scared Yuta. He’s used to getting left behind but what if he gets too left behind? He’s not super smart, not even studious. And a failing grade meant an automatic expulsion from the soccer team which he slowly grew to love. He should just be back from his usual rebel phase. 

The thing he was scared of happened because of Math, specifically Trigonometry. He had to admit that he was blank the whole time, the result of not going to class during the first few months of school. What’s more annoying is seeing everyone’s score on the bulletin board and his fifteen points in Math. 

“Take a tutorial class and retake the exam. It isn’t that hard.” The soccer coach said. “I don’t want to expel you in the team, golden boy.” But most of the tutors are all girls which scared him the most. Yet he didn’t want to fail. 

As he skimmed the possible Math tutors to help him, his eyes fell on one specific girl that he knew who could help him. The only girl he could talk to. 

‘Keep your head up. 

It’s Math. It is naturally hard. 

Don’t beat yourself up instead focus on what you did. 

You solved an entire equation, fifteen of it and that’s admirable already. 

Keep it up, Yuta! You’ve done a great job. 

XOXO,🍎’ 

“This answer is wrong, superstar.” Y/N claimed, circling her pencil to the number two which Yuta got as an answer. The guy looked at it curiously, sighing hard while bumping his head on the table that earned looks from everyone inside the coffee shop. The girl had to giggle at him before closing her book, “We can rest if you want.” 

Yuta followed her by closing the book then drank his apple juice that made her shake her head. “Y/N, do you remember the letter sender I told you about?” He asked before leaning his head on top of the books. The girl only nodded in answer. “Should I meet him?” 

“Him? Your mystery sender is a guy?” 

The guy shrugged. “But I want to think that the sender is a he so I won’t get too nervous.” But Y/N only gave him a confused look. “I’m not good with talking to girls. I mean, I’m really scared of holding a conversation with them especially after I broke up with my girlfriend.” Yuta breathed before continuing, “She gets jealous even if I just smile at another girl and maybe that was when the trauma started. When we broke up, I just can’t shake it off. I feel like it’s wrong for me to be talking to a girl.” 

Y/N nodded. “Well, you just told that whole sentence to me. And I’m a girl.” 

“Oh shit!” Yuta exclaimed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t be offended.” Y/N shook her head, smiling at him. “I think you’re really pretty and smart.” 

“You think I’m friendly?” He gave her a confused look. Friendly? But he clearly said pretty. Yuta chuckled before nodding at her. 

It was Y/N’s idea to give the mystery sender a response in a form of a letter, just Yuta saying that he’s thankful for the letters the sender gave him. He even shared how he liked Keisuke Honda better than Messi, how he thinks the apple juice from the vendo machine is the best drink there is in school, and how he started to think of the rain in a better light. He thanked the sender for encouraging him to study Math and the support he got from playing soccer. By the end of the letter, he told the sender that he will wait in a coffee shop to meet him or her so he can properly thank him or her. 

"Y/N!" Yuta called while running in the hallway to where she was. He kept bumping on other students, apologizing quickly to them. "Y/N! He took the letter." She shrugged, looking at him confused. "Do you think he'll come to the coffee shop and meet me?" 

"Did you tell her that?" He leaned beside your locker while she took out books for her consecutive classes. 

Yuta nodded, taking her books for him to carry. "I'm nervous. What should I do?" Y/N was startled at the action. "What if the sender is a she? How can I even talk to her?" 

The girl giggled. "Like how you're talking to me, Yuta." 

He stopped walking and she was steps ahead when she noticed Yuta was gone. "Can you come with me later?" 

Y/N sighed, shaking her head at him. “You can do this, superstar.” 

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Yuta was so nervous that he kept on ordering water to ease his nerves. Every time the chimes of the door ring, he would stare at the door and hope that it was the letter sender. He lightly glanced at his wristwatch, it's been an hour. Will that person even come? 

He's in his fifth cup of coffee, almost two hours have passed since the time he told the person in the letter. Yuta had already given up. Maybe she wouldn't come. He was about to stand up when Jungwoo came inside the coffee shop and sat in front of him. The younger guy handed him a folded piece of paper, "Someone wants to give you this." 

"You know who it is?" 

He nodded, "I saw her putting the letter in your locker once." Her? "But Yuta please know that she has her reasons why she doesn't want you to meet her." 

"Can you just tell me who she is?" Jungwoo shook his head, apologizing before standing up to leave Yuta alone. 

‘I received your letter and I’m so sorry for not coming to meet you. 

I’m scared. I don’t know why but I am. 

I don’t want to erase your smile when you find out that this is just me, I appreciate your letter, I really do. 

And I’ll treasure it all my life. Thank you, Yuta. I’m sorry.

XOXO,🍎’ 

That's it? He won't get to know who she was. He cannot thank her for giving him something to look forward to every time. Is it possible to have your heart broken before it can even beat for a person? 

Creative Literature class. Today is the last day of submitting the epistolary piece he and Y/N had been working on. He did the usual morning routine, go to the vendo and pick up a juice for him and her. But he can't seem to find the courage to push the button for the apple one so he settled to the orange-flavored juice. "Shit!" he cursed. He never knew Y/N's favorite juice flavor. He would always give her the apple flavored one. So with a heavy heart, he settled on the apple one. 

Weird, he thought. It's almost time and Y/N isn't here yet. Taeyong entered the room and placed a folder in front of Yuta. "Y/N wanted to give you this." He was startled. There's always something fishy about Taeyong and Y/N so he asked him the question that's always bugging him. The other guy chuckled, "We're cousins, stupid." Taeyong supplied that made Yuta nod. He didn't know that. 

"Where is she?" Yuta asked while opening the folder. There's a page full of computerized words, the story she wrote. "Is she sick?" Five pages of the story and on the last page, hers and his names are written in her handwriting. 

"She didn't tell you?" Yuta shook his head in a questioning manner. "She's going to New York for the Exchange Student Program. It's her flight today." 

Yuta skimmed the contents of the epistolary piece she made then focused on the handwriting. Why did it take him so long to realize everything? Taeyong called for his name but he was already outside the door of their classroom. He heard Jungwoo calling him but he was already out of the gates and hailed a cab. "Airport. Please step on it." 

He took out the letters that he kept in his notebook, nine different letters to be exact. Yuta smiled seeing the hidden message in the letters. She cannot hide from him anymore. "Where are you?" Yuta asked when she answered the phone, his foot stepped inside the crowded airport. 

"Airport?" He answered 'I know', "Gate four."

"Wait for me there." She called for his name but he was already running to where she was, putting the phone in his pocket. "Y/N!" he called which made the girl turn to where he is. He lightly bowed at her parents, asking if he can talk to Y/N for a while. 

"It's you, isn't it? The letters." He asked which made the girl stop. "Why didn't you just tell me?" Then he shook his head. "After confessing, you're just going to leave me?" 

The girl giggled at that. "It's just for two months, don't overreact." The guy breathed hard. "Did Jungwoo tell you?" 

"I saw the pattern with the epistolary you did. Saw how you wrote my name and realized you never told me the juice you wanted and just went with the apple juice I always gave you." The girl smiled then he showed the nine letters he was holding. "Why the hell are you so smart that you have to put a secret message in your letters?" The girl giggled. 

The announcement for the plane passengers heading to New York can be heard, "I have to board, Yuta. I'll see you when…" 

But he pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms. "I like you too, Y/N." A final call for the passengers can be heard and he hesitatingly let go of her. "I'll message you every day." Y/N nodded before saying goodbye to him and her parents, facing the boarding gate without even looking back. 

----

Nakamoto Yuta. The perfect embodiment of the soccer superstar every university wanted to have. The model student who greets everyone, female or male, when he passes by them in the hallways. The loyal boyfriend who only has eyes for one girl. 

He couldn't believe only a month had passed. He misses her so much even if the time they spent together is much longer than the time they're away from each other. 

A normal day, a normal scenario for him. He quickly went to his locker to get his books for Physics class when a piece of paper fell, making his heart race. 

'Did you miss me, my soccer superstar? 

How many girls have fallen for that smile? 

Or are you just smiling for me? 

If you do, Room 3F.

XOXO, Y/N' 

He slammed his locker shut then passed by the vendo machine to get an apple juice, even tapping his foot when it took a long time to go down. Yuta ran to the third floor, catching his breath when he's outside room 3F. 

The moment he opened the door, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. "Hi, Yuta." She greeted that made him smile. 

She's here. She's really here. 

"Why didn’t you tell me you’re back?” But he just wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight. “And I was complaining last night about missing you.” 

Y/N giggled. “That’s why I went home early. I heard you’re famous with the ladies lately.” Yuta sighed, bopping her nose while teasing her for being so jealous. “Too bad we don’t have the same class together.” 

The guy chuckled worriedly. “Well, you know I had to skip class that day and go to you to the airport.” Y/N nodded. “I didn’t submit our project so the professor gave us a zero.” 

“What?”

Yuta laughed, shrugging. “On the bright side, we’re going to attend the same class in summer.”  

And he knew, from her grin, his anti-love phase is over. 

tagging : @jenosdaemi @notworthit24​ @smrutiisiva-13​ @justpeachygirl​ @notmejustmymind​

I know someone is going to ask me about the secret message in the letters but I’ll let you discover it. 😁 

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A Terrible Idea

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: Biker!Bucky x Stark!reader, Brother!Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Steve and Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, drinking, rivalries, language.

Beta’d by: @shy-violet-soul​ Thank you darling! xoxo

@star-spangled-bingo​ square filled: “First I love You” (bolded below)

A/n: I’ve been sitting on this one for a few weeks and I finally finished it last night. I’m a sucker for Biker!Bucky and I hope I did him justice. Feedback is very appreciated!

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A Terrible Idea

This was a terrible idea. 

I’d had a feeling it was going to be from the minute I’d agreed to come, but now, pulling into the parking lot of the ramshackle bar, I know for sure I’d been right. Rows and rows of suped up, carefully polished and exquisitely maintained motorcycles lay between me and the entrance. I groan, unbuckling the strap under my chin and sliding the helmet off my head. 

“Oh come on, Princess. It’s not so bad,” my brother chuckles in front of me. He dismounts before holding out a hand and helping me down, far less gracefully than he’d managed.

I shoot him a glare, tugging the hem of my dress down and shaking out my hair. 

“Says you,” I grumble, ducking to check my reflection in the tiny side mirror. It proves a fruitless endeavor, and I groan again.

“You look fine, y/n,” Pepper soothes, as she steps forward between us. “It’s going to be fun. Besides, when was the last time you went out. You need to let your hair down and live a little.”

Tony’s arm winds around her shoulders, tugging her against his side. The look of adoration they share is so sweet it makes me want to vomit.

“Your version of fun and my version of fun don’t always seem to mesh,” I prop a fist against my hip. 

“Well that’s because our version of ‘fun’ is actually fun, unlike yours, which is just lame.”

“I hate you.” I mutter, rolling my eyes. 

“No you don’t baby sister,” Tony laughs. “You just hate being wrong. Which you are. A lot.”

The familiar roar of an engine cuts off any further argument as a shiny, metallic blue Honda Shadow pulls to a stop next to Tony’s Harley.

“Rhodey!” Tony cheers as he watches his best friend cut the engine and climb off. 

“Hey Tone. Pepper, y/n - looking beautiful as always,” Rhodey grins before turning his full attention to me. “I’m glad you came tonight. I thought for sure you’d stay home.”

“Well, it wasn’t for lack of trying.” Tony claps Rhodey on the back before ushering us all toward the door. “Alright, party people. Let’s do this.”

The bar is sparsely lit as we enter, fog billowing through the room and obscuring what little lighting exists. Stale cigarettes, beer and sweat coalesce into an oddly comforting fragrance, and I take a deep breath before exhaling. Maybe this wasn’t such a terrible idea after all.

A large man wearing a leather vest covered in menagerie of patches stumbles into me, the drink in his hand sloshing out and dousing me in a cold, hoppy shower. He turns, wide-eyed and apologetic before his expression twists into an unsettling leer, his eyes dancing over my body and making me feel more exposed than I already am.

The warmth of a presence at my back precedes the flash of fear that spreads across his face. I smirk at him, watching with interest as realization plays across his features, his eyes darting back and forth between me and my brother now looming behind me. Feet faltering, the man retreats, the remainder of his drink spilling down his front as he all-but-runs away.

“Jackass,” I mumble, adjusting the straps of my dress and turning toward Tony. “Thank you.”

“I’ve always got your back, sis. Besides,” Tony grins. “Syd Vicious over there knows better than to mess with me.” He shoots me a wink just as his name is yelled from the back of the bar and he makes his way toward the voice, Pepper and Rhodey in tow.

Rather than follow them, I make a beeline for the bar. I’ve been here all of three minutes and, already, I require copious amounts of alcohol. The bartender is tiny - slim and cute in her strapless leather dress and fishnets - but the look in her eyes speaks a warning that there is more to her than meets the eye. She smiles at me as I place my palms against the grimy surface of the bar and make a silent plea with my future drunk-self not to hit on her later.

“Two shots of tequila and a beer, please.”

She winks at me before turning to fill my request. 

“Not playin’ around are ya, sweetheart?” 

The voice startles me - not so much that it caught me off-guard, but more that the rich rasp of it sends a chill down my spine. Tilting my head slightly, I find the profile of a man, backlit by the lights flashing from the dance floor.

His hair is cropped short on the sides and only a little longer on the top. The line of his jaw is striking despite the scruffy beard peppering his cheeks. He glances at me sideways as he brings his drink to his plush lips and it takes a conscious effort to look anywhere but at his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

Two shot glasses and a bottle are placed in front of me next to two lime wedges and a salt shaker. I nod at the bartender, shooting her a wink in thanks as I take the first shot.

“It’s a party, right? Isn’t this what you’re supposed to do? Get lit and loosen up a little?” I quirk an eyebrow at the handsome man beside me before throwing back the second shot.

“What?” His voice is like velvet, warm and luxurious against my skin as he leans in closer. “No lime or salt?”

“What can I say? I like to live life dangerously,” I shrug before leaning against the bar, a smile curving my lips. 

He sits back, his fingers tracing the edge of his glass as he narrows his eyes at me. His gaze traces the shape of my body, but it’s not predatory or icky like the guy with the patches before. If anything, it makes my heart beat a little faster, even as I resist the urge to wrap my arms around myself.

I’ve never been one to feel completely comfortable in my own skin. I know, I know, everyone has body issues. But being the chubby girl in a family of skinny-ass bikers with model-like girlfriends and muscles for days does little for a girl’s self esteem. I’ve had boyfriends, but they all either wanted to “help fix” me by suggesting various diets and workouts or let me know how big of a favor they were doing by dating a “fat chick.”

Then there was Joey. He was gorgeous, funny, sweet and the sex was outstanding. I overheard him at the bar one night, joking with his buddies about how pathetic it was that I constantly “threw” myself at him. He showed at my doorstep the next night telling me how much he loved me and wanted to be with me. I made sure to let him know how pathetic it was to constantly throw himself at me and slammed the door in his face.

“You alright there, doll?”

The velvet voice shakes me from my self deprecation and I realize he’s staring at me curiously. Heat curls up the sides of my face and ears as his brows furrow. 

“Peachy.”  Mumbling, I grab my beer, taking a long swig and turning from his concerned expression.

His hand catches my elbow and I feel a jolt of electricity at his touch.

He says something, but I can’t make it out and I shoot him a questioning look. The music from the band has gotten louder and he leans in “Hey, I’m sorry. Did I do something?”

I shake my head and take another drink. He signals the bartender for two more beers before nodding to the back patio. He’s mouthing something that looks like “it’s too loud in here” as the bartender hands him the bottles.

He gestures to the patio and I feel him at my back as I make my way to the door. Several groups of people are scattered among the mismatched chairs and tables, but the air is crisp and the music is only a dull roar now. We settle into a pair of metal chairs in the corner and he hands me one of the beers.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear myself think in there. M’name’s Bucky, by the way.”

“Y/n. Thanks for the beer, Bucky.” 

He smiles and in that instant the moon is eclipsed by the crinkling around his eyes and the cleft of his chin. “So what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dump like this, huh?”

“Right.” Scoffing, I roll my eyes. “That line usually work for you or…” I trail off, gesturing with my beer.

He chuckles, holding his hands up in surrender. “‘S’not a line, just an honest question. You just don’t strike me as the kind of girl who hangs around these places, ya know?”

“Oh, so now we’re going with the ‘you’re not like other girls’ bullshit, huh? Smooth, Buck. Really smooth.” I quirk an eyebrow as he squirms ever so slightly. “Or is it because I’m too fat to be the stereotypical hot biker chick type?”

“No, no. You’re...that’s not...I didn’t…��

Laughing, I smack his arm. “Relax. I'm just fuckin’ with you. These places usually aren’t my kind of thing. Not any more at least.”

He sighs, some of the uncomfortable tension visibly draining from his face. “Yeah, me either. You're not by the way.” I tip my head questioningly. "Fat, I mean. You're gorgeous."

I shift, ignoring the heat prickling my cheeks. Unable to come up with a reply to his unexpected compliment, I clear my throat and change the subject.

“So, what brought you here, then, Bucky," I smirk, drawing out his name seductively and surprising myself. What the hell are you doing?

Bucky takes a sip of beer, a small droplet lands on his lip that he kicks away before nipping at his bottom lip.

"Duty and all that." He shrugs casually, despite the deliberate vagueness of his answer. 

I narrow my eyes at him, closing my hands around my bottle. The drink will be too warm for my liking after this, but I don't really care.

"Let me guess; club president and you've got to make an appearance at these shit shows for the sake of morale?" 

Bucky's brow quirks, his eyes twinkling in the starlight. 

"What gave it away?" He says dryly. 

I grin, unwrapping my hands and taking a long drink before replying. "The president patch on your jacket." I lean in and whisper. "It's a bit of a dead giveaway."

He chuckles then and the sound slithers down my spine. 

"You don't say." He eyes me curiously as his long fingers play over the neck of his bottle. 

The thought strikes me that he seems very...adept with his fingers. Gulping, I try desperately to push down that line of thinking as a warmth floods my body. You wanton bitch, keep it together.

"What about you, Doll?" He tips his head to one side, eyes still dancing over my face. It almost feels like he can read my mind and I hope to God he can't.

"My brother dragged me along. Said I wasn't allowed to stay home and 'hide from fun like a goddamn hermit' so...here I am." 

Bucky nods, placing his forearms on the table and leaning towards me. "I gotta say, I'm real glad he did."

The warmth from seconds ago creeps up my shoulders and neck and burns at my cheeks. Lost for words again, I smile and take another drink, draining the remnants of my too warm beer. 

"Y/n?" Tony's voice startles me and I whip my head around to find my brother stomping toward me, Pepper and Rhodey in tow. The redhead clutches the sleeve of Tony's jacket and she shoots me an apologetic look. The air suddenly sparks with tension and I glance between the trio very confused.

"Hey, Tony. What's going on?" I duck my head to meet his eyes, but he's staring over my shoulder, ignoring me.

"Barnes," he growls. "What the hell are you doing?"

I glance over my shoulder to find Bucky smirking, but I don't miss the muscle in his jaw twitching.

"Having a drink with a beautiful woman," he replies, his voice teetering between nonchalance and irritation. "You two know each other?"

"Something like that, but I'm guessing you already knew that," Tony grinds out as Bucky rises to his feet.

The two men tower over me and I shift awkwardly trying to find a way out from between them. 

"What the fuck's that supposed to mean, Stark?"

Tony rolls his eyes, a huff of humorless laughter punching from his lungs. "Right. You expect me to believe you just happened to strike up a conversation with my baby sister? Give me a break, Barnes."

Bucky steps back, giving me room to slide from my chair and stand a little distance from them. He gulps and shoots me a panicked look. 

"You're Stark's sister?" The words are hoarse and low, as though it hurt him to spit them out. 

Frustrated and confused, I whirl on my brother. "Tony, what the fuck is going on?" 

Tony tugs his arm from Pepper's grasp and shoves an accusatory finger toward Bucky. "He's a fucking White Wolf, y/n. The goddamn president, in fact."

The shuffle of boots behind me draws my attention and I watch two men approach Bucky, flanking him. The man on the right is tall, blonde and has a face too boy-next-door to match his worn leather jacket. The other man grins at me, deep brown lips parting to reveal a gap between his front teeth. Neither of the men strikes much in the way of fear in me, but the menacing looks they throw toward my brother send a prickle of anxiety through my bones.

"I'd bet money that douche-canoe is only using you to try and get to me." Tony crosses his arms.

The patio has grown deadly quiet save for the full hum of music from inside. The static in my head, however, is screaming in rage and I return my gaze to my brother. 

"Is that so? You don't think there's a snowball's chance in hell he could actually find my company appealing? Is it possible that once - just one time - in your fucking life, Anthony, that something might not actually be about you?"

Rhodey stifles a laugh and Tony glares at him. I cross my arms and lift my eyebrows, watching him expectantly. 

"All I'm saying is that it's too damn big of a coincidence." Tony sighs before continuing, lowering his voice and clutching my elbows affectionately. "You know what happened, y/n. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he's using you."

Hurt and anger roar in my ears as I step out of his grasp. Of course I know about the rivalry between the White Wolves and the Iron Legion. I may not be as well versed in club politics as I'd once been, but the feud goes back for generations. The fact that my brother finds it more plausible that a man would want to spend time with me because of a decade's old grudge rather than simply appreciating my company stings. 

"That's not it at all, y/n," Bucky murmurs behind me, his words dripping with sincerity as though he can read my thoughts. "I had no idea you even knew him. You have to believe me."

Tears burn at the back of my eyes and I take a deep breath before turning to face him.

"And now that you do?" 

Tony grumbles behind me, but I ignore him. Bucky's face is drawn in confusion as he meets my eyes.

"Now that I do, what?"

"Now that you know who I am. Does that change anything?" I sniff, wrapping my arms around myself and staring at the toe of my black boot.

A second pair of boots steps into view and I look up to find Bucky standing directly in front of me. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, but I can't tell if it's unspent anger or a hesitancy to touch me. Finally he places a finger under my chin, tipping my head back gently.

"Not a thing," he breathes, searching my face for something.

When I step backward, his hand drops back to his side and he hangs his head. I turn to face my brother.

"First, I love you. You're my brother and nothing will change that. But right now you're being a giant asshole. I don't give a shit if he's a Hell's Angel or a fuckin' priest. Who I speak to and spend time with is none of your business. I suggest you find something else to fill your time besides dragging me into your club bullshit."

Pepper grins at me over Tony's shoulder. Rhodey looks concerned and maybe a bit disappointed, but says nothing. Tony nods, opening his mouth but closing it again.

"Tony, that's enough. She's a grown woman," Pepper soothes.

His lips press into a tight line as he grabs Pepper's hand and leads her back inside. Rhodey steps forward, patting my shoulder before following his friend.

I turn back to Bucky, his face a wash of awe, confusion and appreciation. I smile at him weakly, tipping my head back toward the door.

"Next round's on me." I glance at his new companions. "You, too. Pull up a seat and Bucky can introduce us when I get back."

Without waiting for a response, I make my way back inside, my legs shaking slightly and my lungs begging for oxygen. Apparently I'd been holding my breath for most of our little exchange outside and I relish the scent of beer and stale cigarettes as I inhale deeply.

----

A few hours and many beers between my confrontation with Tony and now, I throw my head back, howling at Sam. 

"He didn't." I gasp dramatically. 

Sam wiggles his eyebrows at me as Bucky groans beside me.

"Oh he did. Got it on camera and everything."

Giggles break free from my lips as I look at Bucky, annoyance twisting his features as he glares at Sam. I clamp one hand over my mouth and the other on his thigh as the giggles continue. Bucky looks between the hand on his thigh and my face as his lips curve in amusement and his pupils darken. 

Steve clears his throat and stands. "Y/n it's a pleasure meeting you. I think Sam and I will head back inside and see what Romanoff is up to."

"Aw come on, Steve. I haven't even told her about the time…" 

Sam's words are cut off as Steve grips his shoulder harshly. Sam coughs and sends me a wicked grin before rising to his feet.

"Another time," he winks at me. "You two stay out of trouble."

The patio is nearly empty I realize as I watch the two men head back inside. Bucky chuckles beside me, placing his arm across the back of my chair.

"Some interesting friends you've got there, Buck," I muse, but stop as I meet his gaze. 

Bucky licks his lips, his pupils blown even wider now as he watches me. My mouth feels dry and I squirm under his heated stare.

Just when I think he's going to lean in and kiss me, he stands abruptly. 

"Dance with me." 

He holds his hand out to me and I stare at it, dumbly.

"Come on, Doll. It's just us out here, now. A pretty girl gets all dressed up for the evening, she deserves at least one dance." He wiggles his fingers invitingly and I oblige.

He grins as he helps me to my feet and wraps his arms around my waist. 

"There's no music, Buck." I slip my hands around his neck anyway and he pulls me closer, rocking gently side to side.

"Don't need no music," he mumbles before burying his face into the crook of my shoulder. "We can make our own."

My fingers tangle in his hair as I press my cheek against his chest. The leather of his jacket is softer than it looks and I sigh, allowing him to lead me in a silent dance.

The murmur of voices inside and the comforting chirp of crickets nearby bleed together in a soothing cocoon of white noise as our bodies sway.

"I never thanked you earlier." Bucky's breath tickles my neck and sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.

I pull back to look at him. "Thank me for what?"

"For believing me," he says simply. When I narrow my eyes at him, confused, he chuckles and continues. "Everything Stark...err...Tony..." he corrects himself awkwardly, "... everything he said about me using you, I was sure you'd walk away. But then you didn't. Instead you just unloaded on him and I gotta say, y/n, it was pretty hot." 

I chuckle, dropping my head to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. 

Bucky continues, his voice carrying a more sincere tone. "I like you, y/n. A lot. All that shit between the clubs? I'm just…" he sighs. "I'm tired of it. All that happened between my granddad and yours? Who knows how much of it is even true or who's to blame." He pauses, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. "What I'm trying to say is. I'd like to get to know you more but I don't want all this rivalry crap to come between you and your brother. Family is family, ya know? And I'd hate for you to get…"

Feeling brave, I cut off his rambling by pressing my lips to his and he goes still except for the tightening of his grip on my hips. I slide my hands to cup his cheeks and pull back.

"I like you too, Bucky." He smiles widely at me. "My brother and I will be fine, we just need to sit down and talk things out after we've both cooled down."

Bucky nods thoughtfully, his eyes dipping down to my mouth before meeting mine again. One hand glides up my arm and over my shoulder before resting against the back of my neck. His thumb brushes against the shell of my ear and I shudder at the sensation. He smiles broadly before pressing against my head, and dropping his mouth to mine.

Where the first kiss was slow and gentle, this one is firm and heated and does nothing to keep my stomach from coiling in on itself. I drag my tongue along the seam of his lips and sigh as he parts them. He kisses me like our whole damn lives depend on it and at this point, I'm beginning to think they do.

When we finally break free, breathless and chests heaving, he rests his forehead against mine and hums in satisfaction.

"Remind me to thank your brother for dragging you out tonight," Bucky mumbles, pecking my lips, once, twice. "Maybe when he doesn't want to punch me in the face."

I throw my head back, joy bubbling from the depths of my soul as my laughter breaks the quiet stillness of night. Bucky grins and kisses me again. A voice in the back of my head whispers over the surge of desire threatening to overtake me.

"See, tonight wasn't so terrible after all."

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[pastlivesandsecretdreams]

paradise - chapter four

chapter four - a documentary

mike dodds  x oc (cecilia “cecily” elizabeth sinatra kennedy)

warnings :: mention of death, loss, airplane crash, hemorrhage mention

song(s) of the chapter : cardigan by taylor swift 

word count : 1,740+

“all i’ve ever known is loss…” cecily told the camera that sat in front of her. she had been asked to make a documentary about her life thus far, and they got some old videos and photos of her from her aunt and her godmother. “fifteen minutes after i was born, my mother died of-” she hadn’t noticed that she had started to cry, until she felt the droplets fall onto her shirt. “-a hemorrhage. so for the first few years of my life, it was just me and my father.” a producer handed her a tissue box. “thank you.” she told him, wiping the tissues away. “i loved my father. he was the first great love of my life, i always say. because like i said, it was just us for the first few years of my life. then, he started bringing this pretty lady around the apartment. i loved carolyn! i never had any female presence besides my aunt caroline. so i was always in love with carolyn. she gave me love and attention and cookies. god, she made amazing cookies!” cecily started to laugh at what she had said. “and i got to be the flower girl in their wedding. i was just happy the two people i loved most were getting married! and that i got to wear a pretty dress. and then…” her face fell as she thought of their end. “i got sick from my school friend, josey. it was a bad stomach bug. like i was throwing up, and when i wasn’t, i was so incredibly nauseous. my father almost didn’t go to the wedding. i remember he was adamant on staying home to take care of me. but my step-aunt, auntie lauren, talked to my father and step-mother, who were fighting. their perfect marriage wasn’t as perfect as i thought. in my mind, they were the king and queen of the castle. but...they weren’t. and yet, there was so much love between them. my aunt caroline ended up taking me to her place until my parents would come back. normally, i would’ve slept with my cousins, but because i was sick, i was put in the guest room.

 i sat in bed after a long ass nap. i had written my father a letter, and i had planned to give it to his assistant, so when he next went to work, it would be a nice surprise on his desk. but...as i placed the letter inside the envelope, my aunt caroline walked into the room and just...wrapped her arms tightly around me. that's when i was told the people i loved most...were dead. and again, i became acquainted with loss. i remember nothing of the night after that. i guess my mind blocked it out. but i do remember waking up the next morning and everyone was treating me like i was a porcelain doll that was gonna break, if they so much as breathed heavily towards me. i stayed with them until the day after the funeral. at the age of seven, i was alone. i was an orphan. until my mother’s best friend and my godmother, alix, came to america. she packed everything i owned and shipped it to her home...in france. so, she uprooted me and brought me to reims, where i would grow up. i love my aunt alix, i do, but i wouldn’t have taken me across the pond. because, in a time where i was so fragile, she took me away from my family and friends. i understand she wanted me to get away from all that...but i needed to hold onto whatever sense of family and normalcy i had left.” she started to cry harder and harder, until her best friend, and possible cousin, ronan farrow walked over and hugged her. “you’re okay...you’re okay… deep breathes.” he whispered to her. “let’s take five.” he said to the producer, who nodded and left with the camera guy. “sweetie, it’s only been a few weeks since you gave birth. you need to relax.” she wiped her eyes and blew her nose into the tissue. “i’ve been on the go since i was seven. i need to do this. it will help me process a lot.” he nodded, starting to understand what she was getting on about. the girl had so much that she had never worked through, but now it wasn’t just her. she was a mother of four now, and still never came to terms with a lot of her demons. “can we start again?” ronan kissed her forehead and left the room to grab the producer and camera guy. “are you okay enough to continue?” she nodded as they started rolling again. “what was the last thing i said…?” she asked the producer. “your godmother taking you away from normalcy.” cecily nodded and took a drink of her water. the babies started to cry down, but mike quickly tended to them, so not to interrupt. he had been so good with taking care of her, and agreed that it would be good to get it all out there. “so, i never really made friends after that… because i was terrified of losing them because of all the loss in my life. i’ve hated feeling so alone. and i was alone...until i came back home to new york. then, six weeks after...i met this boy.” mike walked into the room with the twins, causing her to beam at him. “sorry to interrupt… teddy wants you.” she held out her arms, giggling softly as the baby was placed in her arms. “i just got to the best part in the story.” she told her beloved husband. “which is?” the baby latched onto her hand, nuzzling against her chest. “the part about me meeting this cute boy.” he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “he sounds...amazing.” she let out a melodious laugh, which seemingly echoed through the room. “trust me, he is. he’s the love of my life.” she smiled down the camera lens. “obviously...that boy became my husband the following year. we got engaged about eight months in and we just...couldn’t wait too long. about two months after that, we got married. luckily due to our family connections we got a wedding thrown together rather quickly. i had felt it coming on-” he looked at her shocked. “you did?!” cecily nodded and laughed again. “i did! one day you came into my apartment- which is the same apartment that belonged to my father- and what we live in now. and you just...seemed so sure about us. and i knew...i knew i was right for letting you into my life.” he moved and rested his forehead against hers. “i love you…” they said softly to each other. “you’ve been the light of my life.” cecily told him. “you and the children.” the both babies in their arms were fast sleep, loving being held by their parents. “then, on our wedding day, my cousin jack led me down the aisle. and we got married. and that night, at the reception, i told him what i had found out a week before.” her husband smiled at her, then the camera. “she was pregnant with eliza.” she giggled and nodded. “hell yeah, i was.” he looked enamoured by her laughter, by her, by the children they had made together. “it explained a lot. and after that, i knew i had to open up. so, he came with me to see a therapist. after all, he had some problems as well.” mike nodded and sighed softly. “before we met...i had been in the army. and i had seen so much. and i knew that we both had to work through some stuff.” cecily leaned over and wiped his tears away and kissed where they had been. “and we did it how we’ve done everything.” at the same time, they said, “together, or not at all.” they had added that into their vows last minute, and since then, it was a promise they kept. “and now that we have six dozen children-” this caused her to let out another beautiful laugh. “we- gladly- don’t have that many. we have four.” he smiled at her again, loving the sound that came out of her mouth. he could live on her laugh alone, if possible. “-yet. but!” this caused her to playfully hit his arm. “play nice, monkey!” the twins had woken up due to their mother’s laughter and looked up at them. almost if he understood, cassie started to make monkey-like noises. “oh my god!” the entire room fell into laughter at the two newest additions. “please tell me you got that on camera!” she was given a thumbs up from the camera guy. “can you please send me that bit?” once again, she was given a thumbs up. “thank you, timmy! but oh my god, we have a whole zoo in this apartment.” teddy started to babble to his mother. “yes, you too. yes, you too!” the two older kids waddled into the room, jack following behind them. “it seems the rest of our zoo is home!” the two children brought stools and sat next to their parents. “we missed you. kisses!” both children leaned in and kissed her cheeks, then their fathers. “wanna introduce the kiddies?” the producer asked them. “this is elizabeth jaymes. she’s five. we call her “eliza”. this is john fitzgerald, he’s four and we call him “john john” like how the media called my dad. and these two are the newest. we thought we were having one more...then it seems we got a two for one deal. the one i’m holding is edward arthur. we call him “teddy”. and last but not least, this is cassiopeia star. we call her “cassie”. and the twins are about a month old now.” the two older kids waved to the camera. “what does you daddy do for a living?” the producer asked the older two. “he keeps the bad guys off the streets!” eliza answered before her brother could say anything. “and mama?” he asked john john. “she makes houses!” cecily giggled towards her son. “i’m an interior designer.” she told him. “thats what i said!” another round of laughs came from the room. for a moment, their lives were peaceful. but cecily knew it wouldn’t last.

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hey everyone! i hope you’re having a good holiday season and that you’re all staying safe! here is chapter four, which i actually wrote on christmas eve, but didn’t have time to post it until now! i love you all! 

xoxo,

gracie

tag list : @evans-dejong​

[moonlight--cafe]

{GENRE} ~ Hurt, AU, Slight Angst, Childhood Memories

{SYNOPSIS} ~ Where Jongho discovers an old photograph that leads him to a forgotten friend. 

{WORD COUNT} ~ 1.8k+

{AUTHORS NOTE} ~ Hi loves! I’m leaving for my Christmas Vacation next week and will try and post a handful of things before I leave. I’ll still post ships but they may take longer since I’ll be leaving my laptop behind, in the mean time I wanted to post this. This was written for my birthday twin Jongho for the Atiny writing competition, it wasn’t posted anywhere besides the KQ forum. But alas this is finally seeing the day of light on this blog, this was the first thing I wrote after a year long writers block and this is basically what encouraged me to post more. I hope you like this and if you want to request anything (x reader or solo members like this) feel free to, this includes, headcanons, scenarios, mtl’s and any other pieces of writing. I won’t write smut at this stage but will possibly consider it in the future. P.S Apologies for the basic title, I had a catchier title but I didn’t write it down and it’s pretty much forgotten so Jongho’s Wanderings will have to do xoxo 

“I was too young to know how to reach out to my lost friend. Where am I now? Where should I go?”

The egg yolk sun poured through Jongho’s blinds, its warmth causing him to stir. Despite his own reluctance to leave his bed he rose, reaching for his red coat lazily shrugging it on. He intended to make a quick dash out of his room but came to an abrupt stop when he heard something shatter from beneath him. Jongho huffed out a loud sigh as he knelt down brushing the glass aside, ignoring the slight sting of the glass jabbing into his fingers. Wiping the small droplets of blood on his coat he looked down at the weathered photograph. It depicted two young children, both wearing cheap pirate costumes and large gap-toothed smiles. Reaching for his backpack he pocketed the photograph between the pages of his speckled composition notebook. He had found the piece of hidden memory stuck to the bottom of a patchworked cardboard box, he recognized himself immediately but the other child remained a question mark up until this day.

Usually Jongho would have taken the most direct path to the track he trained at, however, his need for silence overweighed the need for getting there quicker. He instead decided to take a route that Yeosang had shown him, the shy, dreamer of the group had claimed that this was one of the few places where you could actually see the stars.  Not that Jongho would know he was usually asleep during the ungodly hours that Yeosang was out exploring. Prompted by the eery silence Jongho’s mind wandered back to the days he remembered spending with that boy, each one happier than the last. The sudden realisation that he hadn’t felt the same happiness that he had felt back then left a sour taste in his mouth.  It was as if when the question mark was erased it took all of his happiness with it.

Though he was only seven years old, Jongho had felt that he was smarter and stronger than all of the adults he knew. The only way he felt disadvantaged was when he stood next to the messy haired boy who was all knees and elbows.  Even though he was a month younger the boy towered over Jongho. Both boys stood against a brick wall as they watched the other children play. They had tried everything in the playground at least two times and their excitement was replaced with exhaustion. It was clear that they were both half asleep when his friend spoke up. “You got taller Jongho.” “How can you tell if you’re taller than me?” His friend turned to him a smile blooming on his freckled face, “I can tell because you were here” he said pointing to a place just above his elbow “And now you’re here.” He spoke excitedly as he pointed to a place that was half an inch above where he previously pointed. Jongho’s eyes lit up as a cheeky grin formed on his face, “I told you! I’m going be taller than you, just wait and see.” “I have an idea! Why don’t I mark your height here? We can measure you until you’re taller than me”. Not waiting for the shorter boy to respond he ran back over to the playground picking up a stub of chalk and returned. “Up against the wall partner! Not like that, put your hands down dummy” Jongho put his hands down, fidgeting with them out of embarrassment. Reaching over he drew a line above Jongho’s head and scrawled his name next to it. Both of them moved away from the wall admiring the line and crooked writing like it was a piece of art. Hearing the familiar call of the friend’s mother the two said their goodbyes.  His mother let out a chuckle at the first words he spoke to her, not hello but an excited “I’m taller! I grew this much.” Jongho brought his tiny hands up to illustrate his statement, it was very exaggerated but his mother just smiled, glad that Jongho had a good day.

Ignoring the harsh rays Jongho shed his jacket and placed it to the side with his belongings, running in his attire was strange but completely justified.  He wasn’t going to spend the whole day running, he had other plans and was willing to put up with the slight discomfort he felt. Following one more initial stretch Jongho crouched into a starting position, counting under his breath:

One

Two

And Jongho was off, not bothering to count to three he was always ahead of the game. On the few occasions where someone was present to witness him run, they were caught off guard. Jongho would just burst into a harsh sprint, no one could predict when he was going to make his first move. His heart thumped in his chest mimicking his powerful steps, he ran like a man who had been running his whole entire life. In many ways that was true, no matter how hard he tried to find the truth part of him wanted to move on. He wanted the boy to remain a memory, but he couldn’t bring himself to destroy the photograph. A stray tear streaked down his face; leaving the tear there he continued running only wiping it after he had circled the track two more times. The usual satisfaction he felt after a successful run was replaced with a vile combination of anger and frustration. With a clouded mind Jongho quickly made his way to the bag. When his fingers brushed the withered edges of the photograph his throat tightened. He had approached his mother directly, yet he still wasn’t able to get an answer, even she had forgotten the boy’s name. Jongho had it in his hands, he could have easily crumpled it up throwing it as far as his eyes could see, but he didn’t.

Yesterday they were astronauts, today they were pirates and tomorrow the duo would be superheroes. Jongho stood proudly, chest poking out as he stood at the wheel as his shipmate scanned the seas trying his hardest to spot land. This wasn’t too hard thanks to his height, “Avast Jongho, I see land!” Jongho put his hand to his looking in the same direction as the other, his eyes lit up “I think, I think I can see it!”. Both of the boys bounced around the deck excitedly, rejoicing at their discovery. Returning to the wheel Jongho spun it at a furious speed, when docked at the sandy shores of the island the boys slid down the slide. The boys moved over to the pirate themed cake, Jongho thought he’d be taller than his friend by the time he turned eight. As disappointing as that was Jongho had still had one of the best days of his life, it was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from. Jongho pulled the taller boy over to him “You blow out four and I blow out four, we can both make a wish.” A wave of happiness washed over the boy, “Really? You’re the best Jongho!” And with that they both made a wish. Jongho prided himself in keeping secrets, no matter how many people pestered the boy he still refused to tell anyone what the wish was. The boy actually managed to keep his wish a secret for most of his life, it wasn’t until he had come to learn that wishes didn’t always come true that he said his wish out loud.

“I wish this day could last forever…” Jongho placed the photograph back into his backpack “What a joke”. Wiping away the mixture of sweat and tears Jongho pulled his jacket back on  and made his way east to the basketball court. When Jongho had arrived, he was immediately given a whistle and told to sit on the bench and supervise the children.  If it was his choice, he would have gladly taken a more active role. He didn’t care what it was as long as he was able to preoccupy is mind. The sound of the whistle blowing combined with the rhythmic thud of the basketballs nearly lulled Jongho to sleep, instead of sleeping he fell into a deep line of thought as he remembered a day that he had tried his hardest to forget.

Contrary to popular belief superheroes did in fact cry, this was something Jongho had discovered the hard way. His cape fell limply on his shoulder as he bawled his eyes out on the floor near the front door. His family had made several attempts to get the boy to stop crying, but nothing they did could completely dry up the stream of tears that fell down his face. “H-h-he said we were going to be superheroes today; I want to be a hero today.” Jongho’s voice was coarse and sore, no matter how many times he had asked to see his friend, they refused to take him. Jongho didn’t even need his family to take him to see the other boy, he could go there by himself if only he knew where to find him. The only thing he was told was that ‘He was going away for a long time and had asked Jongho not to cry for him.’ Those words did nothing to ease his sorrows, he was a defeated hero who was struck down by the people he thought he could outsmart and outrun.

Jongho rested his head in his hands, trying to trick everyone into thinking that he was tired and nothing more. The evening sun had just started to set when the last whistle had blown for the day, the coach immediately dismissed the kids who ran as soon as they were free to go. Jongho beat the burly man to the chase “Don’t worry I can pack every thing away, I’m dropping by to see Mingi so I can give him the keys”. Knowing that he couldn’t sway Jongho, the coach tossed the keys to Jongho thanking him for his help.

“I was too young to reach out to my lost friend. Where am I now? Where should I go?” Jongho was always so sure of himself, but here he sat, mind riddled with questions. He was too young to do anything back then, but he was old enough now so why hadn’t he tried harder?  He was lost in a sea of orange rubber with no way out. Jongho could hear footsteps approaching him, figuring it was the coach who had forgotten to tell him something. Composing himself Jongho looked up, his blood running cold. Standing before him was a messy haired boy who was all elbows and knees. Jongho rubbed his eyes in disbelief, words failing to leave his mouth. “Jongho, you’ve gotten taller.”

Jongho smiled at the words of the boy in front of him, “It’s good to have you back buddy.” On that day, amidst the sea of orange Jongho looked at the boy who wore a black coat and a matching fedora. Somehow the sands of time had reversed, bringing him back to the question mark he was searching for.

[thatlittledandere]

001: XOXO Droplets for that ask meme

Hell yeah

Favorite character:

Everett but actually Lucas. I always say it's Everett and think about him the most but then something reminds me of Lucas's existence and I go "oh, yeah, the actual fave." P4 kinda situation where Everett is my fave but Lucas is the actual best boy?

Least favorite character

Hmmmmmmmmm I don't think I dislike anyone anymore;; I even warmed up to Jeremy on his route. I guess Bae or Kam? Kam is kind of... draining to talk to, as much of a cinnamon roll as he is, and Bae can get REALLY​ irritating at times. Although it's intentional so I'm not sure if it counts lol

5 favorite ships (canon or not canon)

First of all I gotta nitpick on the question. Why was the addition necessary? Don't people assume "ships" means ALL ships UNLESS stated otherwise?

Anyway I don't really ship anything actively. OR I ship JB with everyone (not simultaneously) so I won't count those or this would be a Top 5 JB's Boyfriends list, such equals Top 5 XOD Characters. But I'll try:

Everett/Carol. Carol is a fan character I know but listen she's an essential part of the Tumblr xod experience. Carol Anderson for president

Everett/Kierce. Same as above lol kudos to Carol's and Kierce's creators (are they different people? I know some of the ask blog mods have several blogs but idk who is who)

Everett/Nate I care about other characters than Everett I swear but LISTEN. I have this condition where a good brotp equals a good otp it's called being a dumbass (they have a chance to become something if JB doesn't end up with either of them was I supposed to not take the bait??)

I'm running out of stuff uuuhhh. Everett and Jeremy hate fuck.

I officially give up. This is now WatchMoJo Top 5 Everett Ships JB Excluded Edition. I don't give a shit. Everett and Pran. I wanna see that bitch boy try to be nice for a change and end up a flustered mess.

Character I find most attractive

The type game gave me Everett but fuck you I'm not saying it. It's not him. I refuse to do it. Not again. Nate is the hottest, it's why I played his route second even though​ I didn't like his personality.

Character I would marry

I was gonna say something else but actually no, Alicia. Alicia is great. And Alicia is a lesbian so she just might marry me too!! What a riot

Character I would be best friends with

Alicia again, or maybe Lucas. Missy too maybe.

A random thought

Nate has anxiety and I love how it's portrayed and I love knowing that him and Everett are actually good and supportive besties and probably slightly nicer behind the scenes.

An unpopular opinion

I don't know what the popular opinions are. Jeremy is overrated? Hi in case you weren't aware this is bad taste central

My canon OTP

JB/Everett. It's one of uuuhhhh eight alternative endgames but it counts, right?? They deserve each other and are extremely entertaining.

Non-canon OTP

Everett and Carol are not canon on any way as Carol isn't canon to begin with (unfortunately)

Most badass character

Actually Lynn

Pairing I'm not a fan of

Canon ones are all great and I don't know much about fanon ships. But people ship Jeremy and Pran, right? Someone has to, right? Maybe I don't really ship them actually no I take that back I totally could I'm weak

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another)

How dare you make Jeremy straight, that's not right. Also Shiloh has sucked a dick at some point and you can't convince me otherwise I don't have actual complaints it's all brilliant and I'm a simp for GB Patch

Favorite friendship

I fucking hate having to insert Everett into every answer but his and Nate's relationship actually warms me up inside all the time I love them

I didn't get to mention Shiloh at all what the hell

Ask meme

[mayiotome]

XOXO Droplets [Free to Play/ ext. ver:$19.99]

My Rating: 💗💗💗💗 ▪️

itch.io game page

Producer: GBPatch 

Release Date: Aug 31, 2017  (Updated: Mar 20, 2020)

Languages: English

Genre(s): Stat Management, Romance, Slice of Life,  

Download size: 279 MB (W/L) 261 MB (M)

Content Warnings: Swearing but it’s censored anyways.

Advertised length: not listed in hours but the completed game is 320,00 words while the free version is 130,00+

My Play Length: a few (3-4) hours to complete all routes (using cheats after the first one and skipping all seen lines). 

Steam Key: YES

Achievements: YES

Demo Available: Technically there’s a free version that’s about half the game.

(There is also a horror version of this game I’ll be reviewing in the future.)

Description/Features from game page:

“The story begins when our nameable protagonist finally transfers into the boarding school of her dreams at the start of her junior year in high school. It would be perfect if it wasn't for that little catch attached to her enrollment: her parents will only let her keep attending the school for her remaining two years if she doesn't make everyone  there hate her by shunning them, like she always does.

Do your best to show just enough interest in the other losers around to appease the folks while still having time to chase after all the attractive guys in the MC's afterschool group, which just so happens to be a group for chronically unfriendable people.

★★★★★★★

No, seriously folks. When we say the protagonist and main love interests are a big ol' jerk squad it's not a mistake and it's not an understatement.”

Default Game

3 distinct jerky main boyfriend options: Everett Gray, Nate Lawson, and Shiloh Fields

6 side characters who'll be your buddies and 6 minor clique boyfriend options, each with a bonus effect that makes the game easier

Partial Voice acting for every significant character by a talented cast

The option to break up with your bf and start dating someone else, if you feel like it

A variety of methods to manage your Reputation with the unimportant students

Part-time jobs, stores to visit, useful items, optional mini-games, an in-game phone to call a guy up and arrange a date at one of several different locations

Over 130,00 words. Hundreds of different events, including a collage-style ending system where you get events for every goal you achieved during the game

Cheat codes for those who don't give a f*ck about gameplay and just wanna see the events

Paid Extended Addition

3 more main jerk boyfriend options: Bae Pyoun, Jeremy King, and Pran Taylor

2 sweet but not-terribly-bright side boyfriend options: Kam Sung and Adrian Wulu

Yet 1 more boyfriend option in the flirtations party boy Lucas Kaiser (New Addition!)

4 Extra Date Events for Everett, Nate, and Shiloh

The ability to unlock all 4 CGs and 12 outfits for Everett, Nate, and Shiloh, rather than just 3 and 10

The ability to unlock all 4 CGs and 12 outfits for Everett, Nate, and Shiloh, rather than just 3 and 10

50 more Random Events, 45 more Text Chats, 24 more Part-Time Work Events

320,000 words in total

An accessory system that lets you decorate the main character with a variety of pieces, plus small events where characters comment on the accessories you wear

The option to change the background of your cellphone to one of 12 different options

Even better cheat codes

My Review:

This game is half stat manager, you have to “work” to get money, choose where you sit at lunch to raise your popularity with different cliques, etc. 

The story isn’t all that long if you use cheats but if you do use cheats you can’t get certain achievements.

The free version only lets you date 3 out of the main 6 guys (The paid extra version gives you those 3 + 3 others that are more side characters but they have their own scenes too, though not many).

It’s not too long or that story rich compared to other games I’ve played. The gameplay isn’t too hard or difficult to figure out.

You can pick the first and last name of the protag but not her looks.

Story/Writing

The story isn’t that long or complex, you have an ultimate end date. Extra scenes take place at the jobs you do every few times you do them. Each job is connected to a character (and school clique) with a few scenes. There are 1-3 date scenes per date location per guy. On certain (calendar) dates certain events happen, depending on who you’re dating certain dialogue will change but it’s not too big of a change (maybe like 3-5 extra or changed lines). 

Most of the game is just slight dialogue changes depending on who you want to romance/who you’re dating and a few original scenes per character.

Characters

So yeah, they’re not lying when they say that the characters are jerks. Kinda loveable jerks after a while but yeah, none of the guys actually want to date the protag but she kinda just says “Hey we’re dating now” or “Hey we’re going on a date tomorrow” and they just go with it albeit reluctantly but she grows on them for the most part.

There are 3 side characters you can date too, for achievements and I think 6 others for smaller perks for the game but no actual game-play involving them and it takes a long time to be able to actually date them as you need to meet certain requirements.

The 3 side characters are only with the paid version but they don’t go to the school the protag goes to so there’s less scenes of them really.

Visuals

The style of the stat raising menu/Weekend Planner is cute, the CGs are drawn in a cute drawing style and the rest are classic looking backgrounds that match the character styles.

The protag has a little portrait in the bottom corner where her facial expression change. With the paid version you can buy her accessories and they show up on her in game (some also trigger random events for each guy, 2 per guy as there are 2 versions for each of those items).

Sound

It is semi-voiced meaning there’s sigh sounds, growls of annoyance, a few lines here and there are voiced, they each have a set of “catchphrases” like the protag will go “Boo” when she is unhappy or a little laugh sound, Nate saying “this is absurd” when he’s annoyed or “You can’t be serious!” Sometimes they say the first or first few words of a sentence.

Stat Raising (Gameplay)

It’s not too hard to keep the stats (clique popularity) even/balanced so you don’t fail the game. It’s easy to earn money via the jobs, if you have a set guy you want then keep doing the job associated with him (where he also works) to raise his stat with you, get scenes at that location and earn more money the more you progress that job. (There’s no mini game for the jobs just occasional scenes.)

Using cheats the stat gameplay goes by fairly quickly and with no possibility of failing. You can get through each route quicker this way but there’s no way to skip the actual weekend planner part (which is good because you can go on dates or the store still.)

My strategy is to use a cheat to raise clique levels to the max, to get money, and buy a bunch of taffy (which skips the weekday choice pages and lets you quickly get to new story events.) that way I can just skip over the mostly tedious parts of the gameplay.

Worth the Price?: In my opinion, yes. You get a lot more content, unlock the other 3 guys, outfits, cheats more, date options, etc. (See above) and clearly time and effort went into this game. There’s no bugs, the VA is decent however limited. I’m sure some people might thing it’s a bit expensive but you have to remember you’re supporting a creator and not some big game cooperation.

Conclusion aka TL;DR

It’s not your traditional guys quickly fall for the protag story as none of the guys actually want to date her when they start dating. All the characters are jerks (So much so that they’re all in a club cause no one else wants them in theirs) but they do grow on you after a while. There’s no way to really skip the stat raising part of the game but it’s also not that hard to keep everything balanced and there’s always cheat codes.

I ended up getting the extra version (meaning paying for the rest of the game) because I wanted to romance Jeremy and Pran (Green and white haired ones).

My Rating:

Story: 7/10 (would score higher if the routes were more different.)

Characters: 9/10 (They’re jerks but they’re meant to be. This isn’t really a game where the characters will compliment yours and make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside but they’re well done.

Visuals: 10/10

Sound: 10/10

Gameplay: 9/10 (sometimes you just wanna skip all the stat stuff and just read the story. there are cheats in that case but you still need to actually click through the weekend stuff and keep skipping days until you get to the next event day). You can’t simply roll back on the mouse wheel to change a choice or rehear a line, it’ll bring up the log page where you can click any line that has sound to hear it or read what was said.)

Overall - 💗💗💗💗 ▪️

[maleyanderecafe]

XOXO Blood Droplets(Game)

Created by: GB Patch

Genre: Visual Novel/Romance/Horror

It’s been a while since I’ve recommend a video game, but here it is! Currently, it’s under development, but they have released other games and have a kickstarter! This game seems to be similar to another game they released XOXO Droplets, with the same characters and an insane amount of endings, so I’m looking forward to it. There is a demo you can check out here. 

Basically, this game is about a very romance crazy MC (named JellyBean or JB for short) who goes to school with a bunch of crazy guys and wants to date them even if they end in her death( or someone else’s). She’s very ambitious, flirty and sharp tongued, and not at all like the doormat kind of MCs we usually see in these types of games. Generally the characters are pretty over-the-top but real interesting to see interact with each other. There are 6 datable boys.

Pran Taylor - Kuudere style boy, seems like he’s into stealing and is labeled as the “Posessive Sadist”. He generally doesn’t care about anything it seems, but his profile says he hates everyone including himself. He also seems to have a strained relationship with his parents so that’s fun. 

Jeremy King - Germaphobe style, reminds me a bit of Sano from the first BTD game. Labeled as the “Unpredictable Misanthrope”, he’s a huge pessimist and it seems like he has a lot of different tools for various things you know what I mean. 

Bae Pyoun - The haughty and egocentric type of guy, he’s apparently a literal demon and loves watching chaos unfold. He’s labeled as a “Derisive Monster” and part of the demo implies he really would love to be a dad. 

Shiloh Fields - The cutesy looking stalker boy, who is REALLY good at collecting information and manipulating people. He seems to have an attachment to the MC, but that could just be the way he’s pretending to be. Labeled as a “Underestimated Stalker”, he causes a lot of chaos in the demo. 

Nate Lawson - An erratic, rule following killer, he is really high strung about everything and he’s the top in pretty much in school. He seems to be toppling really hard on his sanity (and seems to also have a strained relationship with his parents), he’s labeled as the “High-Strung Zealot”.

Everett Gray - The type of bad boy/play boy, he has a pretty good relationship with his mom and loves dogs. He apparently kills over pretty much everything and might have a very obsessive relationship with JB later. He’s labeled as the “Irratic Time Bomb” and seems to have a soft spot for family. 

From what I can tell from the demo, the most “yandere like” are Shiloh, Pran and Everett, though in the actual game, I’d say all of them could have at least one yandere ending considering there’s at least 100 different endings to the full game. My personal favorite is the gremlin Shiloh, since he has the characteristics of a cutesy stalkerish yandere and he looks/acts similarly to my OC Beta ( Even up to the hat! Dang!).

They have a tumblr here with their other games. Check it out!

[gb-patch]

Ask Answers: July 10th

I really let asks get away from me lately. I was super focused on working on that Patreon Moment. With that done I can finally think about doing other things, so here’s a new collection of answers!

Thank you for sending in questions everyone ^^.

For the new Patreon moment, will you be able to reference it in step 4? Or just like a tiny nod to it if you pick certain choices?

There won’t be. I’m sorry if you were hoping for that! The Patreon moment is meant to be entirely optional, it’s not something that gets you extra content in the main game.

Is the new CG artist the main one now? :0 I’ve noticed theres been a difference in the art style recently. Is the old CG artist still going to make art for the game? :0

The original artist still makes CGs for the game sometimes, but he mainly focuses on character sprites.

Are you going to put the NSFW our life moment on a website other than patreon? I would love to get it but I can't use patreon atm.

I don’t know. I'm afraid we can't release the Patreon Moment on a normal game storefront because we can't mix 18+ content with our family friendly game. If there's some other place similar to Patreon where it's not the normal type of full-scale public content releases we'd consider using that, but I’m not sure if there is another site that’s better than Patreon in that regard. I'm sorry.

Out of curiosity, in all of your games so far, which characters in each were the most fun to write? They obviously don't have to be your favorite characters!

Buffalo Seer in AFA, really everyone in XOD/XOBD is pretty equally entertaining to write, The Guide in LoV, and Cove in OL!

idk if you accept "personal" questions, but is there anything you've been watching/ listening to lately

Mostly, I’ve been watching/listening to Authortube videos as of late! It’s people who talk generally about the process of how books become traditionally published and/or share their own experience as they attempt to be published. I don’t have an interest in writing normal text based books, but it’s really interesting to hear about that world. I’m listening to a video about royalties right now as I answer these asks.

Will one of the desserts we get to pick be fudge? That'd be such a cute reference! 

Haha, yeah, it should. Unless I completely blank on it and forget when trying to include the various referential food options.

I don't know if this has been asked previously but what would be the approximate heights for the presets MC can choose from Step 2 ~ 4? Are there any measurement you had in mind? Sorry if I didn't make myself clear kk I've been struggling with my English lately 💀 

I don’t know, ahah. I didn’t have any numbers in mind for that. So it’s whatever you imagine it is!

I noticed a bug with the Patreon moment when it comes to what your character wears. When Jamie and Cove are kissing while my character only had dresses selected, I had both the option to remove the dress or to remove the shirt... Picking one of the options to interact with Cove, after he removed his shirt, it had Jamie remove their shirt followed by ther pants despite only having dresses picked. 

Thank you for reporting ^^

I keep refreshing steam to see when the new doc for xobd will be released. I noticed you haven't posted anything about it in quite some time. Would it be possible to ask about a timeline/potential date? (If it's even this year—) I know you and your team are probably working super hard, I'm just super curious! ~Thank you!~ 

There are more stories done, I just haven’t gotten around to publicly releasing them. Hopefully I will have a chance to spend the time on that sooner rather than later!

hello!! i’m not sure if it’s an update but i’ve just replayed our life and at the end i can’t propose to cove anymore? :(( i’ve actually tried playing twice but the options are not there anymore, did you guys remove the options? i’m sorry if you’ve answered this before!! thank you and have a good one :) 

I’m afraid things haven’t been changed or removed, so I think you might’ve accidentally picked the wrong things somewhere along the way and locked yourself out of being able to propose by mistake. Sometimes you meant to say you want to get married but instead you mis-click and have it so the MC isn’t thinking about marriage or something. All I can suggest is starting from the beginning of Step 3 and making sure to follow the steps listed in the FAQ. I’m sorry for that.

Did yall remove some of the options for when youre making out with Cove in the charity moment? I could've sworn you could grab his bonkadonk and its not there anymore 

This is the same situation as the above. We didn’t remove things and you’re not wrong that there are sometimes those options. But there are various choices you have to make to get those options and it sounds like you accidentally missed something. If your relationship isn’t long-term, you can’t do it for example.

HI IM SO EXCITED I CAN FINALLY GET THE STEP 3 DLC 

Thank you for getting it!

Is Shiloh super totally straight bc I’m very gay and a huge Shiloh fan, would my man make an exception?😩

Sadly, he is one of our super straight characters. I’m sorry.

Hi, I have a very dumb question. In Step 2 does Cove not wanna share his drink with us at the mall (or rather why he stops drinking it) because it's an indirect kiss? Or is it like ...weird to him to share? Because if I remember right he eats off our spoon in the birthday scene right? 

Yeah, he’s awkward about it because he likes the MC and it feels very personal to share a straw with his crush.

Hi! If you don't mind me asking, who is the artist for OL2? Their style is so pretty! 

Thank you for saying so! This is her Twitter- https://twitter.com/redridingheart

Do Beginnings & Always and Now & Forever exist in the same universe? 

Yep! XOXO Droplets also exists in the same universe. It’s one big GB Patch world, haha.

Do Pran's parents regret the way they raised him? Do they feel ashamed of it?

No. They’re the type of people best cut out because they’re not gonna change. Which is why Pran does go very limited contact when he’s an adult.

Hi! I just wrapped up my second playthrough of Our Life, and I absolutely adore it, but I had a question. I went to the gallery and found I was missing 2 CGS (specifically Step 1-3 and 2-3) and I had no clue where they would've shown up. Which moments are those found in? 

You get it by telling Cove about his dad offering you money to be his friend in Step 1 and Step 2. You can’t get both in one playthrough, since you can only tell Cove the truth once. I’m really glad you liked it!

Hi hi! Please, how tall is Baxter and Derek? Love the game so much and I can't wait to see more! 

I don’t know, aha. I think Baxter was around 5′10 and Derek was like 5′8/5′9, maybe. I really am not one who has specific heights for things in mind.

is adult cove a bottom, top, or switch? 

A switch, though would choose the top if he had to pick.

I was wondering if there is a way to transfer save data? Even if through the game files. I wanted to be able to transfer my save data from my desktop over to my laptop so that I could continue playing right where I left off from but I'm not entirely sure how to go about that. 

If you save the save folder/persistent data of the game from your desktop and put it into the game folder on your other device, that could work.

Hi! Is it possible for us to know the date when our life: now and forever comes out on steam? Sorry if you've mentioned it before but I haven't seen it and I'm looking foward to that happening and just wanted to know :) 

It’s gonna be a long time, I’m afraid. There’s no estimate right now.

I started playing Our Life with my sister a while ago, and I think you guys should know that we discovered your secret. >:)

L from death note and Cove are clearly the same person, and this whole game is just an origin story!!

I’ve never seen that show so I’m sorry to say I don’t understand the connection/reference you’re trying to make. I’m pretty out of the loop when it comes to media. I don’t watch movies or TV.

Will OL2 have options for disabled MCs?

I understand if it's too complicated, just curious

Unfortunately, it’s not really something we have a plan for. We couldn’t finish the game if we tried to include every disability and have it be meaningful. It’d just be too much content to create. But if we decide to only include a few, how would we choose which disabilities get to be represented and which are left out? I don’t know. It’ll probably have to be something we don’t include as an option again, sadly. I’m sorry.

playing our life > anything else 

Haha, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.

Honestly, I would like to thank Our Life for helping me come to terms with my sexuality. Before, I never would've actually thought that it was possible to like boys romantically and still be asexual. Almost all of the BL visual novels I've read had unskippable sexual content in them and it honestly just didn't click with what I feel. I'm glad I found Our Life. I love the game, the developers, and this fandom so much. Now, I can safely come out as homoromantic AND asexual (at least anonymously here anyway; my parents are still huge homophobes 😂). 

Aw, it’s great to hear you felt comfortable being yourself in the game! That’s wonderful. I’m really sorry about your parents, though.

Will the demo for OL2 be on android? Really not sure if I could wait any longer than I have to aha 

Yeah, it’ll be available for Android once we eventually release a demo!

Do all these reveals perhaps mean development is progressing ahead of schedule? Please let that be the case I'm already obsessed with Qiu 

No, sorry, aha. Art comes along much faster than script/programming-work for us. It’s gonna be a long time before the game is a finished thing you can actually play. But at least we can look at the beautiful images.

Hey! First of all I wanna say I reallllllyyyyy loooovvveeee Our Life and XOXO Droplets! I have over 300 hours of playtime on Our Life… Anyways, I was just wondering, are the Derek and Baxter DLCs going to come out at the same time? If not, which one do you plan to release first? :3 

They will come out separately and Derek will be first! Glad you like the game.

I keep replaying Our Life to get every possible iteration and I am loving it <3 I was wondering if Cove gets locked out of his confession because MC was talking to Lee, would it be possible to confess to him in step 4? 

Yeah, you can avoid the confession in Step 3 and then get it in Step 4.

Hi, my Cove wears bracelets through step 2 and 3 but I still don't get an option to give him a bracelet? I didn't even know that was possible until I seen someone else ask about it lol 

Hm, did you use the Cove creator? Maybe there’s a bug where using the creator to add bracelets doesn’t fulfill the requirement to give Cove a bracelet in Step 3.

Wait, I'm dense, when does Baxter appear in step 2? Is it from big park firework? I feel so bad since i really love Baxter and waiting to buy his dlc. 

It’s in the Soiree Moment. You have to be just friends with Cove, indifferent, or crushing but not ask Cove to the dance at all. Then while there you can find someone new to dance with. But if you bring Cove to the dance while crushing, the MC won’t wanna dance with anyone else so you can’t get the scene.

In step 2 when we go to the soiree I made my mc go alone and baxter chooses the mc to dance, i'm curious, why did he pick the mc? sorry if this has been asked before! 

Because the MC looked to be around his age, seemed to also be searching for a partner, and had nice legs. A perfect option for him.

I read some of the FAQs, and I saw that we could tell Baxter about the condo that he rented there was previously the mean old grandparents. how do we get the mc to tell him that? 

It happens in the DLC Moment “Late Shift”. If you don’t have a job you instead get a longer scene with Baxter.

I don’t know if you’ve addressed this or not, but are you planning on paying voice actors for our life: now and forever? 

Yeah, we pay our VAs in all our projects.

hey can i ask how you did the moments thing in ol? im trying to get into making visual novels and while im VERY sure its out of my comfort zone and all that atm i kinda wanna know just for the future, bc im p sure it would work well for something i wanna do :O but its also fine if you cant say for other reasons :> 

I’m afraid I’m not sure what you mean. Are you asking how we programmed the screen or something script related? Adding Moments like that is pretty straightforward, though. You just have buttons that open to different labels and then the scripts are essentially individual short stories/vignettes. Good luck with your VN!

Since Autumn becomes gender fluid later in the game, will there be a character who remains as he/him to romance in game? 

OL1 has the he/him LIs, OL2 is all about other genders.

I don't want to impose on your creative plans, but a parrot could possibly make a good pet in an OL-type game? They're pretty long-lived and likely to still be thriving by the end even if the MC got them back in step 1. 

I do appreciate the suggestion, but I’m afraid it’s not likely going to happen. I understand there are technically some animals that could theoretically live long enough to last the whole game that or we could have the MC only get a pet after some years have already passed. But the many things that would have to be considered/accommodated for makes it just something we probably can’t manage adding. I’m sorry.

As time passes will we be able to see Qiu and Tamarack's other stage arts as well?

They are both so cute i can't wait to be friends with them!

Yeah, we’ll show content from other Steps in the future. It’ll be a little while from now, though.

Can you date Cove and still have your family comfort you in the car?

You can’t get Cove’s Step 3 confession scene if you have the family comfort you in the car. But that’s not the only way to date him. You can get together with him earlier in the game or later on in Step 4.

Is Mc always going to be the one walking down the aisle or could Cove do it? Also could you choose to have one of your moms walk you? 

No. Cove wouldn’t want to walk down the aisle like that and the MC automatically respects that. And the MC also gets to have their preferences respected, so it’s up to you whether they want to do an aisle walk or not. You also can pick who, if anyone, walks with you.

Once step 4 is out, will you be able to go the whole game on crush/love without either of you confessing? 

Yes, as long as you tell the game you don’t want to progress the relationship. Even in Step 4 it won’t force you to officially get together.

Howdy, so in Step 4, there will be any Romance with Derek that is not part of any dlc? 

He’s only a friend unless you get his romance story.

Will the step 4 in OL2 be one big step or are you considering moments? 

Step 4 is just an epilogue in both games.

hi kind of a weird question but!! we know tht cliff doesn't start dating again but. wht abt flings? like does he ever do 1 night stands or anything? thank u!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Nope. Cliff has a very small interest in sex. If he’s not in a real relationship with a partner he’s crazy about it simply isn’t something he feels a need for, so one night stands wouldn’t even cross his mind.

sorry if you've already answered this, but i was wondering if there were plans for there to be bonus love interests in OL2 like how we have derek and baxter in OL1.

Maybe! There are side characters who could be given romance stories, but whether or not it will happen depends on funding and how long everything else takes to finish.

I don't know if i'm allowed to ask about ol2 here yet, if not u can ignore this or answer it later. My question is can you date one of them and be good friends with the other? I don't want to be strangers with the other bcs i love them both a lot :<

Yes you can!

what patreon level do i have to be to unlock the nsfw moment? im on the $5 one right now, will that give me access to the moment, or just access to the moment progress? 

That’ll give you access! Tier 2 and anything higher allows the player to download it.

[angrypaperboys]

puppy love [r.h x reader]

reader x racetrack higgins

Author’s Note: Randomly thought about this prompt while watching the Mean Girl’s cast play with Taylor Louderman’s new puppy, Charlie, on Instagram.

Enjoy :)

Trigger Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

Era: Canon / Modern

Genre: Fluff

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“Race… Racetrack.” It was 7 A.M , when Race felt you shake his arm gently. The boy softly groaned and tightened his hold on your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You giggled quietly. “Race, wake up. We have to go or we’ll be late.”You cooed while brushing his hair.

His morning voice was deep and raspy when he replied “Have to go where? Y/N, I’m too tired. Let’s just sleep in.”

You shook you head and sat up in bed. “Don’t you remember? I told my Aunt Cathy that we’d help volunteer at her animal shelter.” Race mumbled curses underneath his breath. “You know how I feel about animals Y/N. They hate me, we don’t get along very well.”

You pouted and pinched his cheeks. “I promised her Racer. Please, just go. For me? It’ll be fun.” You gave him a grin. Rubbing his eyes and giving you a skeptical look, Race finally gave in and got out of bed.

You arrived at your Aunt’s animal shelter around noon.

“Aunt Cathy , we’re here!” you called out , stepping into the doorway of the cute little animal shelter. The middle-age lady peeked out behind the curtains and smiled. She was covered in soap and water, a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead. Cathy sighed in relief. “Just in time! It’s bath time at the zoo.” She joked. You laughed along with her , waiting for Race to laugh too, but when you looked over at your boyfriend, he was having a stare down with a cat sitting on the ledge of the front desk. The brown tabby cat hissed at him, causing him to gasp a little and step back quickly. “Oh god Race…”you groaned to yourself.

“Okay, Y/N I’ll need you to help me finish giving the dogs a bath, Race there’s a broom and a mop in the closet over there, would you mind cleaning up this front area?” You were about to object, not wanting to leave Race alone, but he nodded and said that he was going to be just fine.

You followed your Aunt behind the curtains, but not without giving Race a small peck on the lips first. As your figure disappeared into the back rooms, he walked over to the closet and opened the door.

A small, rainbow colored parakeet flew out, startling him. He sighed and grabbed the broom.

“Lets get to work.” He said to himself.

Two hours had passed by, you and Cathy had finished bathing the big and medium dogs and were now on to the small puppies. Unlike some of the older pups, the little ones wouldn’t stop moving and squirming around.

You were cleansing the soap off of a mini golden doodle named Beau. He had been turned into the animal shelter because his last family didn’t have time to take care of a puppy anymore. While rinsing him, he had splashed water on you and jumped out of the tub, running straight out the door.

“Wha-HEY! Beau, get back here!” You yelled and chased him down the hall. The pup made his way through the maroon curtains and into the main part of the shelter. Groaning, you followed after him.

“Beau, I swear-“ you were cut off and the sight you saw in front of you.

“Oh- hey, bud where did you come from?” Race looked down at the puppy in front of him. Beau ran around Race in a small circle. He placed himself at Race’s feet panting, and looked up at him. Race crouched down and glanced at the little guy. He couldn’t help but smile, which brought a smile to your face as well. You noticed how similar the two were, their light golden curls shining as the sun hit them, the look of curiosity both of their eyes held, how playful the two were.

Race clicked his tongue and Beau’s head. “Awh, buddy. I just cleaned the floor… guess I’ll have to mop again.” He chuckled. Beau tilted his head to the side at the boy. Then, he shook all the water off of him, droplets flying everywhere. Race laughed for the first time that day and reached for a towel. He gently dried Beau off. That’s when he noticed you walking in.

“Hey.”

“Hey babygirl. You done washing the dogs back there?” he asked arms snaking around you. You nodded, resting your head on his chest for a moment. “Yeah, I’m exhausted.” Glancing around you beamed at Race. “You cleaned this place up nice. I’m proud of you.”  Race leaned in his lips almost brushing yours when you both felt a tap at your feet.

Beau had pushed a ball towards the two of you, looking as happy as a clam. You laughed at him, leaning down and ruffling his fur.

“Looks like he wants to play catch. What do you say? You up for it?”

Race bounced the ball up and down , chuckling as Beau’s small head followed it. “How could I say no when he’s giving me that look?” Pointing at Beau, you saw that she stared at the two of you with big puppy dog eyes. Taking Race’s hand, the two of you walked to the playroom.

Cathy skipped over to the door and flipped the sign from ‘open’ to ‘close’. She dusted her hands off. “ This day felt like it was going on forever. How ya holding up pumpkin?” She asked you while checking some files at the front desk. “Aunt Cathy , I don’t know how you do this every single day.”

Holding her hand out, the little rainbow parakeet flew to her and perched itself on her arm. Feeding it a cracker she said “It’s not easy, but every human being and animal deserves unconditional love. Yeah, working here can be a pain sometimes, but just knowing that I’m helping these animals find good homes where their new owners will love them helps me wake up in the morning.” Her tone was genuine.

“How’s Race doing? Didn’t you say he wasn’t very good with animals?” You actually hadn’t seen Race in a while , your eyes searched for him but they couldn’t locate him. You then heard barks coming from down the hall. You and your aunt went towards the direction of the sound. The two of you looked through the window of the playroom. Race was on the ground while Beau tackled him.

“Beau! Stop that will you! Hey- that’s my shoe!” Race’s joyous laughed bounced off the walls and so did the squeaks of the puppy.

You knocked on the door slowly making your way in. “ Babe, its time to go.” The look on Race’s face slowly fell , making your eyebrows furrow. You had never seen him look that disappointed before. It kind of broke your heart. He starred at you for a minute. You glanced and Beau and noticed he was giving you a clueless stare. It was as if he sensed something was wrong as well.

Seeing the scene in front of you, it was like taking a bone away from two puppies.

Race got up and Beau followed. He led him out of the playroom and back into his cage. The two of you heard Beau whimper. Race squatted and reached his hand out. Beau immediately nestled his face close to his hand. “ It’s okay buddy, I’ll see you next time okay?”You and your boyfriend said your goodbyes to all the animals and went on to say goodbye to your aunt.

But before you could leave , your aunt pulled you aside. “Racer, my aunt needs me to stay a little while longer to clean up some things. You can go on ahead. “

“But Y/N-“

“I’ll just take a cab home okay?” You gave him a kiss goodbye.

“I love you.”

“Y/N…baby, stop that…”Race muttered. He felt you nudge his shoulder. The moment Race got home, he crashed from a long day of volunteering. Another nudge came and soon after, a lick. “Y/N… babygirl, now isn’t the time for that…” Racetrack felt a lick on his face. “Y/N, can’t you see I’m- JESUS!” Opening his eyes, Race was greeted to Beau’s furry tail in his face.

The hyperactive puppy ran all over Race in his bed. He jumped on top of Race , licking him in excitement. “How did- when did you get here?” You stifled a snicker and met your boyfriend’s shocked expression.

“ Did you…?”

“You two just looked so sad to part ways, and I’ve never seen you get along with an animal that well. I thought if I didn’t adopt him it would never happen again. Race, Beau makes you so happy and I just want you to be happy.”

Race was smiling from ear to ear, Beau sat on his lap with his cute little tongue out.

“Look, I know it’s gonna take some work and a dog is a lot of responsibility but, we’ve got each other in this. ”

Race placed Beau to the side. He hugged you, the two of you falling on top of each other , your giggles filled the room.

He caught your lips in a soft and loving kiss, your lips moving perfectly in sync. Race kissed you long and well, until the two of you had to take moment and breathe.

“I love you so damn much, you know that?”

His eyes were clear as day and his voice, breathless. Caressing his cheek you nodded. “I love you even more.”

It was about 2 A.M when the three of you fell asleep. You, Race, and Beau. Your new little family had snuggled up against each other on your bed and the three of you couldn’t be any happier.

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A/N: I love dogs, just as much as I love Racetrack Higgins.

Let me know how the story was! Till next time!

-xoxo alyssa

[kingkeerys]

the art of chasing ♔ billy hargrove [two]

concept: steve has a female best friend and billy has taken it upon himself to flirt with her just to piss steve off. that’s it. that’s the plot. [vol. 2]

a/n: holy moly, i did not expect so much feedback for this! i’m totally blown away by the response the first part got so soon and i’m so happy you guys are enjoying this so far, thank you for all the positivity! here is part two my lovelies xoxo

[part one]

kids were laughing in my classes

while i was scheming for the masses.

who do you think you are

dreamin’ ‘bout bein’ a big star?

#3

Annie was starting to see a pattern.

Ever since Billy gave her the orange at lunch she’d been keeping an eye on him. It surprised her just how true Steve’s words had been – “He’s fucking everywhere,” – because, really, Billy Hargrove was everywhere.

She’d never taken much notice of him before because she had no reason to. Besides the occasional snide remark he directed at Steve, they weren’t even a blip on each other’s radar. But now that she was actually looking for him, she found that they shared a lot of the same classes. This one was easy to miss because more often than not he never showed up to them. She could only imagine what his report card looked like, but that was neither here nor there.

Every morning when she pulled into the Hawkins High campus, she spotted his dark blue Camaro parked haphazardly across two spaces in the back of the lot. It surprised her to know that he got to school so early yet rarely showed up to his morning classes, which they happened to share. What did he get up to at seven in the morning and how had he not gotten caught yet? And every afternoon when she left, his car was still there. It’s not like he engaged in extracurricular activities before and after school (how laughable would that be?) so what was the deal?

She also learned he never brought his lunch to school and rarely did he pay for cafeteria food, probably because he’d racked up quite the tab and the lunch ladies had lost their patience. Yet despite his lack of eating, he seemed to be really good at sports – a fact that also pissed Steve off. The three of them shared the same gym period and it was hard for Annie not to stare at Billy as he danced across the basketball court or aced a spike in volleyball. It was the California in him, she surmised. All the guys there were apparently really good at athletics.

Through all of this (creepy) staring, she realized that Billy only paid her attention whenever Steve was around. It was never anything dramatic, just small things like complimenting her hair or tossing a wink in her direction. And each time he did it she found that Steve was either within earshot or eye line of the two of them, and Billy would have this self-satisfied smirk on his face every time Steve noticed. It was like he was planting some sort of seed and he was waiting for it to grow and fester in Steve’s mind just to screw with him.

So basically Steve had been right. Billy was messing with her just to tick him off, and Annie found that she was incredibly annoyed by it.

A very small part of her thought about confronting him, but the bigger part of her – the smarter part – was too much of a wuss to go through with it. Steve almost did once but she talked him out of it and thankfully his life had become too consumed with schoolwork and the continuing saga of Nancy Wheeler drama for him to even think about trying again. The last thing he needed right now was to escalate the ever-growing tension between him and Billy all because she was getting a little extra attention.

So for the moment Billy was just the annoying bug on the windshield of their lives that was stuck somewhere in the upper corner mostly out of sight, only occasionally making itself known whenever it slid back down into view.

“’King Steve’,” Steve mocked a few days later after their gym period. “’Afraid the coach is gonna bench you now that I’m here?’”

“He said that?” Annie asked.

They’d just finished their own respective games split between boys and girls – the boys playing basketball in the gymnasium and the girls playing soccer out on the field.

Annie had done what she usually did in situations like this, which was avoid the ball at all costs until the game was over which usually got her through the day in one piece. She wasn’t nearly as gifted athletically as Steve was, not that it bothered her any. It’s not like the two of them would ever be in a situation where they’d have to run for their lives and she’d have to find a way to keep the pace with his unusually long legs.

As usual, Billy took pleasure in knocking Steve down a peg every chance he got during the game and Steve was recounting everything to her with a scowl marring his face, hand gestures and all.

He continued on, ignoring her question. “’You were moving your feet. Plant them next time. Draw a charge.’”

Annie licked her lips. “At least he gave you some advice?”

At Steve’s bemused look she quickly backtracked.

“But I mean, no, that was totally uncalled for. He should’ve at least helped you back up.”

Steve groaned. “Why can’t he just lay off?”

They slipped into the hallway where all the students were chattering outside the locker rooms.

“Probably because he knows it riles you up,” she pointed out.

“Yeah but he’s got this whole school to torment. Aren’t there more people for him to pick on besides me?”

“I’m sure he does in his own time,” Annie sighed. They paused between the boys and girls locker rooms and Annie glanced sympathetically up at him. Sweat marred his forehead, his cheeks flushed a light pink, and there were stains along the collar of his gray t-shirt from the cardio. “Look, why don’t you go in and take a shower? Clear your head and relax your muscles. Is your side still hurting?”

She motioned to his ribs were Billy had apparently jabbed him with his elbow. Steve gingerly touched the spot and winced.

“A little,” he said, clenching his jaw before looking away. “This is so stupid.”

“Just take a shower,” Annie nudged him towards the boy’s locker room, feeling a bit like a mother hen. “He’s probably already gone anyway.”

Steve took a reluctant step towards the door. “Meet out here after? I’m starving, we should get a bite to eat.”

“Sounds good,” she nodded with a smile. He fleetingly smiled back before disappearing into the locker room, the echoing hoots and hollers of the boys inside reverberating out into the hallway.

Annie exhaled slowly before making her way into the girl’s locker room to change and collect her things. She wasn’t a fan of showering at school so she usually did that once she got home. The girls inside were just beginning to change, giggling amongst themselves as they stood in front of the lit mirrors with their hairspray and makeup at the ready. While she was getting dressed she overheard some of them gossiping about Billy and others she heard whispering about what happened with Steve.

Vowing to stay out of it, she silently packed her dirty clothes in her bag before stopping at one of the free mirrors to check her hair. It was a bit frizzy from the activity and she stuck her hand under the faucet, running her wet fingers through her hair to tame it a bit before heading out the door.

She smiled at the select few girls she knew who had congregated in the hall before leaning against the wall opposite the locker rooms as she waited for Steve to come out. She knew it’d be a while since he took even longer showers than she did, so she occupied herself on one of the benches with her English homework in her lap.

She sat in silence on the bench, legs crossed Indian style as she wrote answers onto her paper for what must have been ten minutes before the door to the boy’s locker room opened. The hall was now empty save for the occasional janitor shifting around in one of the cupboards around the corner.

Knowing it was too early to be Steve, she kept her head down and continued with her assignment, only to hear footsteps coming towards her and then the sound of a grunt as a body plopped down beside her on the bench. She turned curiously, only to have her shoulders stiffen and cheeks flush at the sight before her.

Billy was sprawled out beside her, legs outstretched in front of him and torso bare and glistening as he leaned his head back against the wall. Droplets of water were falling from his damp hair, curlier and darker now that it was wet, and his cheeks were delicately pink from the heat of his shower. A pair of jeans rested low on his hips, unbuttoned and loose, and she quickly averted her gaze as her throat ran dry. He looked a little too comfortable to be out in the open where an adult could walk by at any moment and see him.

She stared down at her English paper without really seeing it, her mind only able to comprehend the way his toned chest seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights. She bit the inside of her cheek and readjusted the grip on her pencil but couldn’t bring herself to write anything.

“Isn’t the whole point of homework supposed to be that it’s done at home?”

She blinked at his slow drawl, sated from the lull of the shower, before glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. His head was still resting against the wall except this time it was facing her direction.

“Um,” she didn’t really know what to say. “I’m just getting a head start on it.”

She saw him raise a dark eyebrow lazily but he didn’t respond and she tried focusing on her paper again.

“You’re not writing anything,” he pointed out after a brief moment of silence. Annie licked her lips.

“That’s because you’re distracting me,” she said, attempting to sound stern but coming across as anything but. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him in waves as there was only about six inches of space between them. The bench had plenty of space on his other side.

“I’m not doing anything,” he told her, sounding amused. She readjusted the pencil in her hand again, casting him a quick look.

“You should put a shirt on,” she said instead.

“Is that what’s distracting you?”

She opened her mouth to say yes but upon realizing that’s probably what he wanted to hear, she closed it and chose not to respond.

“Did I hurt Harrington’s feelings today?” Billy then asked. He didn’t wait for her to reply. “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I was just trying to help him out. He’s got so much tension, it’s making him sloppy. Shouldn’t you be helping him out with that?”

Annie wanted to ignore him, she really did, but found it impossible now that her curiosity was piqued.

“Sorry?”

“You know,” he grinned brazenly, lifting his hips suggestively. Her cheeks heated up again. “A little stress release. He’s got so much of it; you’ve got your work cut out for you.”

Annie stuttered for a second. “I’m not dating Steve and we’re not… doing anything.”

“No?” Billy’s brows furrowed, lips twisting in confusion like he had genuinely thought so.

“He’s with Nancy,” Annie stated, though she wasn’t entirely sure that was true or not anymore.

“Right,” Billy laughed sharply. His abdominal muscles clenched from the laughter and Annie had a hard time not staring. “Nancy Wheeler. She’s a piece of work, huh? Boy, I really thought you two were bumpin’ uglies.”

“We’re not,” Annie said with finality, avoiding eye contact and hoping the conversation had reached its natural stopping point. Clearly Billy thought it hadn’t.

“His loss,” Billy shrugged, kicking his legs out a bit more. This caused his jeans to fall further down his hips, revealing the black band of his boxers. Annie’s jaw clenched and rather than focusing on his last comment and what it could’ve possibly meant (and whether she was offended by it or not), she went for a different approach.

“Why don’t you button your pants?” she asked in a clipped tone.

His blue eyes flickered up to hers and he ran his tongue over his white teeth in a callous smile. “Why don’t you do it for me?”

Annie felt hot somewhere in her chest and she didn’t know whether to snap at him or get up and leave, too flustered to really make up her mind. The lack of knowing left her face slack-jawed and frozen as she stared at him, and he raised his eyebrows with a wicked smile.

“No thank you,” she snipped after a pause, grateful that her voice didn’t shake.

“Why not?” he countered easily. “No one’s watching. I’d hate to be indecent in front of the studious and proper Annie Lane.”

Annie tried to think of a quick comeback but before she had the chance to connect her brain to her mouth, Billy was leaning forward.

“I’m much better at it underneath you.”

His warm breath fanned her cheeks and she blinked at the fresh scent of soap on his skin. Up close made him look like a completely different person – his eyelashes were long and thick and light freckles dusted the top of his cheekbones. She figured not many people got the chance to see him this close and upon realizing she was now one of them she flinched back and put an extra foot of space between them. Billy watched her go, eyes glittering like he’d achieved the exact response he’d been going for.

To her relief, Steve chose that moment to step out of the locker room, hair damp and lacking volume as he tugged his bag over his shoulder. He stopped short once the scene in front of him registered and his shoulders squared like a cat arching its back at its reflection.

“The hell’s going on?” his gaze flitted quickly between the two of them accusingly.

Billy chuckled, the sound gravely and low in the back of his throat and it sent chills up Annie’s spine. He rolled his head against the wall, breaking eye contact with her as a smile curved up the side of his tan face.

“Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, King Steve. Just havin’ a chat.”

“Well have a chat somewhere else,” Steve snapped.

Billy bit his lip and stretched out his arms before pushing himself up off the bench, eyes gleaming with mischief. He glanced back down at Annie who was balancing herself on the far edge of the bench and flashed her his usual wink.

“Raincheck then?”

It was curt and brisk, clearly a sign of open mockery that made Annie feel chagrinned and belittled.

He stepped past her and paused next to Steve and the two exchanged tense looks before Billy slinked past him and headed back into the locker room. Somehow his jeans never fell despite their sagginess, not that Annie had been looking.

“What did he say to you?” Steve demanded.

She carefully began packing her things into her bag, willing away the redness in her cheeks and framing her face with her hair in hopes that he wouldn’t notice.

“Nothing,” she denied casually.

“Bullshit.”

“Honestly,” she looked up at him when her face no longer felt warm. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and zipped up her bag before standing. “He was just talking about how he gave you a hard time. That’s all. Just his usual spiel,” she eyed him carefully and tried to shake off the last five minutes. “Did he mess with you in the locker room?”

“No,” Steve replied after a pause. “I didn’t see him.”

Annie had a feeling he was lying, which probably meant he could sense her lie too, but she chose not to comment on it.

“Okay, that’s good. You want to go get something to eat now?”

Steve’s eyes scanned her face, contemplating whether or not he wanted to press the issue further, but seemed to decide against it for now.

“Yeah, I’m ready. I’ll drive.”

The two of them headed down the hallway and out of the gymnasium, Annie’s stomach coiling as she remembered the way Billy had looked at her and the sight of his pink tongue flicking against his teeth.

Right when she thought she had him figured out he threw a curveball at her. Because unless he planned it just right to where Steve would come out and see them sitting together – which was entirely possible – then this was the first time he had deliberately messed with her without the intention of getting Steve involved. She dreaded the thought of being his new primary target, but what she dreaded even more were the implications behind it.

What was so special about her?

[dotbammie]

Overworked//Park Jinyoung

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: It had been a while since you had been with your boyfriend, so you had decided to pay him a visit at his work.

Author’s note: A spur of inspiration hit me in the middle of the night! i hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

“Jinyoung,” you whined into the phone, rubbing your eyes as you sat alone on your couch in what was supposed to be your ‘shared apartment’, “I miss you. When are you coming home?”

It had felt like days since you had seen your boyfriend. He was working a lot for his next comeback; composing songs, practicing dances, coming up with outfits to wear on stage, all while having to find time to MC live events on television. Your boyfriend has barely been out of his studio for more than five or so hours a day, which he usually spends sleeping or eating if he isn’t hosting one of the many shows he co-hosts. You never complained directly to him about how you felt, but you missed him more than you could describe into words, and all you wanted was to be close to him. But as of recently, it seemed that even that simple deed was impossible.

“I probably won’t be home until early tomorrow morning,” Jinyoung mumbled, sleep evident in his voice along with the soft clicks of a mouse being heard in the background, “I have two or three more songs to compose while the others are here. They won’t be here for much longer, so i should get this all finished.”

“But if they’re going to leave, why don’t you?” you played with the remote of the tv, swinging it back and forth between your two fingers. You had been alone in the apartment for so long, you knew the place inside and out. You had cleaned it twice, re-organized your drawers and closets, and watched almost all of the movies you both have on DVD, and now you’ve exhausted every fun thing to do alone.

“Because I still have a song that I need to compose by myself,” he hummed lowly, “I have to get that done in a couple of days, but i barely have any of it started.”

“Don’t overwork yourself, you know that’s dangerous to do.”

You heard his soft chuckle over the phone, your heart immediately swelling at the gentle sound, “It’s cute that you’re still so worried about me.” He paused for a moment, “I know what i’m doing, baby. I promise I won’t overwork myself.”

“Of course i’m worried! I haven’t seen my boyfriend in days, and I wonder about how he’s feeling all the time.”

“You don’t have to. I promise once this is all over, I will be by your side all day. But for now, I have to work. I love you.”

With that, he hung up, leaving you with only a small bit of relief from the other line. When he came home last, he hadn’t eaten; he had only slept, and then went to the studio. You pondered for a moment, wondering if you should ask him, when you had come up with a better idea. You knew you would be scolded for it afterwords, but you knew that in the long run, he would appreciate it.

You walked through the familiar hall of the small studio, a place you used to be in frequently before you began to date, with a small tin of pasta in your hands. You decided not to put anything on, since you were already in your pajamas. You counted down the door numbers until you got to the one you knew he preferred to work in; the one where you had your first in. You smiled at the memory as you looked at the number plate, before gingerly knocking on the door.

“Come in,” you heard his low voice from the other side of the door, causing a happy flame in your heart to ignite. It seemed silly to be getting happy over the sound of his voice, but for the longest time you had only really spoken to him in length over the phone, and it was like heaven to hear his voice in person even now.

You smiled to yourself, pushing the door open enough just to slide yourself in, before shutting the door behind you. “Hello~” you hummed gently, watching as his head snapped up to look at you.

“Baby?” he asked, turning around in his chair, “what are y-“

“Shh,” you hushed him as you walked over to him, holding out the tin to him with a smile, “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?”

He looked around the room as he thought about it, but didn’t respond to your question.

“I made pasta tonight ford dinner, but I didn’t finish it all, so I put some away for you. I decided to bring it to you because I was worried, and I missed you.”

A small smile spread across his face as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in between his legs as he sat in his chair. He hugged you gently, before pulling you down into his lap. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course,” you said, running a hand through his hair and watching his eyes shut in pure bliss as you did so, “Anything for you.”

“I missed you,” he admitted, eyes fluttering open slowly as he smiled at you. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles gently, “I’m glad you’re here. I really needed a distraction.”

“Well, then call me distraction,” you smiled, nudging your nose with his as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Without another word, he leaned into you slowly, pressing his lips gingerly to yours as his hands gripped your waist. You sighed into the kiss, relishing in the moment that you had wanted since he called you. He pulled you closer to him, allowing you to sit comfortably in his lap as he kissed you, his lips gentle and slow as if it were his first time feeling your lips against his. You took the tin of pasta and placed it on his desk, allowing yourself to eliminate the space that the tin had created for itself.

He pulled away, opening his eyes slowly as he looked at you. The tiredness in his face was washed away from one simple kiss. You gently bit your lip as you looked at his features, his eyes finding themselves hooked on the sight of you playing with your lip in between your teeth.

You caressed his cheek gently, allowing your hand to slowly make its way from his face down his body, gently scratching your fingernails against his soft, delicate skin. You leaned into him slowly, nuzzling your nose against the skin on his neck, the simple gesture making his breath hitch as you bunched up the ends of his shirt in your hand. “You said you wanted a distraction…?”

You felt him nod against you, a small, victorious smirk lining on your lips as you felt a familiar poke at your inner thigh, his hands still gripping your waist. You parted your lips and leaned them against his neck, gently sucking on the skin there but not enough to make a mark. He sighed gently into your ear, making you smile as you continued to litter his neck with kisses.

You pull away from him slowly, your eyes traveling down his body to his sweatpants. They had seemingly become tighter than they were when you walked in, and you knew the exact reason why; you.

“Do you maybe,” you said, sliding your fingers underneath the waistband of his sweatpants as you slowly crawled off his lap, “want to get more comfortable?”

He nodded gently, taking in a shaky breath as you slowly pulled his sweatpants off his legs, leaving him in his shirt in boxers. He looked up at you; his eyes almost making you chuckle as he did so. his eyes had become wide, like little puppy dog eyes. It was almost like he was silently begging for you to do something.

You slowly sunk down to your knees, running the tips of your fingernails along his thighs, just barely below where the tight fabric of the boxers began to hug his skin. His patience was beginning to wear thin as he stared at you, wetting his lips slightly in anticipation as he watched your hand travel further and further up his leg.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out, gripping his hands into gentle fists as your hands played with the elastic of his boxers, “Take them off.”

“You didn’t ask very nicely.” You gripped the base of his cock through the fabric, hearing him hiss in pleasure above you as he let out a soft, “Please.”

You bit your lip, nodding gently as you pulled his boxers down and released his throbbing member. You looked up at him, sliding closer to him on your knees as you pressed your hands to his inner thighs. He leaned back slightly, adjusting himself in the chair to become more comfortable as you began to pepper lingering kisses along his length, the gesture enough to get his cock to twitch under your touch.

“Don’t tease,” he grunted, becoming impatient as you continued to pepper kisses along him, but not fully take him in your mouth, “Please.”

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a month,” You said, wrapping your hand around him and giving him one slow stroke, “I will take as long as I want to.”

“(Y/N),” he groaned in defeat, leaning his head back as you smiled at him. You had decided to not make him wait any longer, being the nice girlfriend that you were, so you slowly took him in your mouth, allowing his head to slide against the back of your throat as you slid further and further down his length. He let out a low moan, your name strung along the end of it as his thighs twitched. You bobbed your head along his length twice, massaging the part of it that couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand as you looked up at him slowly. The way he looked when you were in this position was a look of a man in pure bliss, and you loved that you could do that do him.

You began to quicken your pace as his pants began to get closer together. You swirled your tongue around his length, allowing your tongue to collect the droplets of pre-cum that had formed there. He slowly let his hands wander through your hair, his nails digging into your scalp as his hips bucked up slightly, causing his length to go further down than before.

“Fuck,” he moaned after, “S-sorry, babe.”

You could feel that he was getting close with each rock of his hips up into your mouth, something he only did when he began nearing the end. You relaxed your jaw, allowing all of him to slide down your throat as he fucked your mouth, the lewd sounds pouring from his mouth loud enough for anyone in the neighboring rooms to hear.

“Fuck,” he repeated, thighs trembling and his hand tightening in your hair for a moment, “I’m close, babe,” he mustered, continuing to thrust up into your mouth, praising how well you were able to take him under his breath while the feeling made him see stars behind his eyelids.

With one last thrust, he came undone, allowing you one moment to pull off if you pleased to do so, but you let him ride out his high as his hips are fully off of the chair, hands now not in your hair but rather gripping the sides of the chair to keep his body steady. Once you were sure he had finished—and by the look in his eyes, you knew he was finished— you gingerly wiped off your mouth and pressed a gently kiss to his thigh, massaging the other one while you waited for him to catch his breath.

He sighed softly, a small, tired smile rising on his lips, and you loved that look on him so much; he looked completely fucked out, his body sunken back into the chair as if he were made completely of jelly, his chest rising and falling beginning to slow down while his hands slowly traced the outside of your cheek.

“Come here,” he said lowly, sliding a finger under your chin and lifting your head up so you could meet his gaze, “Let me kiss you.”

And you obliged without second thought; slowly crawling up and pressing your lips to his as his hands wrapped around and pulled you closer, hands going to squeeze every inch that they could get a hold of. You loved that when you pulled away from the kiss, his lips absentmindedly tried to follow yours to try and sneak one more in, but you would never tell him that. His eyes opened slowly, a soft and tired expression sat on his face as he leaned in to your neck.

“Alright,” he hummed, sliding his hands down to grip your butt tightly in his hands, “Can we cuddle on the couch? I promise i’ll repay you in the morning.”

You smiled softly as he continued to peeper gentle kisses along your neck with his tired lips, and you relished in the closeness between you two; you didn’t care if he repaid you any time in the near future, all you wanted was to be close to him.

“I would love that.”

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Wicked Lover                                          Yvonne Wairimu

I woke up knowing that day was going to be a day all my wild spirits were going to be set on fire. “bzzzz bbbzzz” my phone buzzed signifying a message.

“I hope you’re ready” the message read.

The sender of the message was well known to my soul as my lover but to people commonly referred to as Juro. (Note that the “Ju” was said as “J-U” and not “H-U”). He was my knight in shinning armor. His character was so bewildering,his features;oh so appealing to the eye-Deep brown eyes,curly afro copper hair that so well clothed the crown of his head in a counterclockwise manner. His arms were well flexed as he was once a professional rugby player and  fighter.I always celebrated this feature as I knew all too often my feet would be swept off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist. His dark pupilated eyes always set a flame in my heart when he looked at me. His voice not just once left me in a daze as I tried to playback his words slower in my head and let them sink in. He unfailingly confused me just by trying to figure out how perfect can a human be!

No sooner had I slipped into my favorite lingerie than I had the doorbell ring. I intentionally kept him waiting despite the fact that my brain had instantly registered “Show Time”. I knew so well just what was about to take place. I did everything to set my so well designed apartment into the mood- Sprayed my sheets,drew the curtains,and not to forget the ever seductive playlist I had playing in the background. I was set and ready to go.

When I answered the door his jaw nearly caught the floor. He seemed in disbelief Like as if the character in front of him was wrongly placed.I welcomed him with a breathtaking hug as I ensured to rub my well placed plums on my chest onto his. I could feel his breath on my neck. I just wanted him to know what he was in for. Not that he didn’t know as this wasn’t his first time visiting. Just from last night’s thread I knew he meant to act out every single word he wrote.

Me: Baby I want you to take me places far and beyond. Not just to travel  but to enjoy every single drip of energy that’ll leave my vessel.

Juro: How far do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know! You have control over the spaceship. So cruise through this galaxy between my thighs till you can’t cruise no more.

Juro: For the dead is what I’l leave you for. Not only will I lick every last drop of juice in your box of juices but I will lick out the soul in it. I will sculpture out intriguing marks with my teeth onto your  body. By the time I’m done with you,you will look like a piece of art. Is this fair?

Me:(speechless)……………..

…………….and the thread continues.

 As if he was a first time guest I offered him a drink and he as usual asked for a cold beer. We sat close to each other as we watched ‘Californication‘ and just like the timing was right the scene that was on was that which Hank Moody could simply say no to his sex obsession. So foreign to each other we acted yet funnily enough he knew me so well that he’d notice a speck in my soul. A hot drop of sweat started trickling down my face and I could see him really struggling to wipe off the sweat on his palms.

“It’s really hot in here” I said. I was trying to get into his head and see if we were sailing in the same boat.

“It  really is I can’t wait to get naked.” he said in his husky voice that always made me feel like melted butter.

“Care for a smoke in the shower?” he continued.

As if this had never happened before and knowing the result leaving me for nothing short of a casualty I hurriedly agreed. I walked up to the shower in a strut like as if in a fashion show that suggested “OH BOY YOU’RE IN FOR IT“. I switched on the shower to let the steam settle in(this by the way is a perfect hotbox situation). Just by this move I knew that I was two steps ahead of him. Noticing that the steam had well settled in,I invited him into the bathroom. I made sure not to strip off my all so glamorous seducing lingerie. He came with the joint and wasted no time sparking it. Very suggestively he passed out every puff directed straight to my face. To pretend I cared nothing,I faced the other direction to make him know he needs to try harder. As if I had started a war he grabbed me and moved me closer to him. He pushed my face right close to his and drew off life from my lips. His lips brushed onto mine.Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I wanted to pull away before I lost myself but I couldn’t seem to…In this minty moment, my senses had been seduced and I could no longer think straight.I hardly had a moment to react. I was suffocating but in turn loved it and didn’t want him to stop. Before I knew it I was out of my lingerie and my cocoa butter skin glared through the drops of water that dripped onto it. He smacked and grabbed my butt. He had played his cards right with that amorous kiss and without doubt I was left sloppy and dump. With this in mind he slid his fingers down between my thighs and so zestfully played with my clitoris like it was a bell. With slow soft strokes he directed his fingers deep and within.

‘hhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’ I gasped for breathe in a sultry voice.

He knew exactly what he was doing and like an electric shock had passed through my body  I came back to my senses and stopped drowning in his seduction. There was no way I was letting  him off that easy. Down on my knees I went. Steam blurred out the image of his so well shaped face but this did not stop me. Up and down was the motion. I gave him a handjob of his life and before he could settle off the heat of the handjob there I was sucking. I was gagging but did not stop. The thought of sparing him as he heaved out sounds of enjoyment did not cross my mind. This was a territory I was marking. I saw he was trying to move but it was like he was held down by invisible threads

He couldn’t stand the torture and off my feet he carried me and directed me to the bed. The way he threw me I was damn right sure I’d have to visit the carpenter soon. Not allowing me to even position myself well on the bed he thrashed himself inside of me. It was a continuous motion. He seemed to enjoy exploring my galaxy. My heart soul and coochie were all in this. It was as if a whirlwind was sweeping me away.

“Give me this galactica my princess” he said in an all too overwhelmingly husky voice that I could not resist.

I had been captured no lie and all that was left was for me to enjoy. There went my first orgasm and after that they just kept coming. I was literally begging for mercy. Just in time he pulled out and licked off any and all the juice that was being manufactured down  there. He then came back up giving me soft kisses up my body till he got to my soft perky lips.he then turned me around and before the motion begun again he smacked my ass as if in awe.  My moans were so loud I even feared walking outside after this heavy ordeal. But I was deep sucked into the pleasure.  It was as if he was trying to find out every corner into the walls of my vagina because my oh my how he was throbbing me. Words fail to describe and it’s only actions that can make it seem to make sense in this context. Just be left for imagination here.  Names I had never tagged onto him took play: ” Daddy” “Papa bear”

As I came for the last time before I tapped out he released one-liners of sperm on straight to the bed then it came spiraling down my back and finally on my fat butt.He then squeezed the last semi-painful droplets of his orgasm out on my curled fingers. He let me begin to register the fact of his cooling slime on my entire back. Before  I finished coming myself the poor boy had passed out.

When I noticed he had knocked out I kissed his sweaty face and then swore to myself never to tempt the devils in him. He lay there beside me as if he was from a battle field. He really did me justice that I will not lie. Forever this day was to be commemorated. To gratify him I ordered two large pizzas(I’m a good cook by the way, it’s just that he had really demolished my pelvic region and standing in the kitchen to cook was more of a mission than anything else.)

After a while I looked at him knocked out and smiled to myself and whispered into his ear “You’re all mine,I love you my baby”

xoxo

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