#i know this isn’t what Gatsby wore in that scene

[gorygirllovesart]

The green light

From a distance

[wonderlandandotherplaces]

so it’s six am, ive been awake for the last twenty four hours internally screaming at my dissertation (believe it or not from this absolute trash of a post & the six (now seven am) grammer, but i am months away from getting a degree in english lit/creative writing) so here is my first & last contribution to this fandom because im probably gonna get murdered for this absolute garbage.

okay so this all happened because i saw that caleb wore this cool ring on his ring finger & whilst it’s probably costume jewellery he wore it in several scenes so i kinda assumed that caleb either is or was married. i personally don’t think this dude is a straight & yes, his actual backstory in the show is probably gonna be quite tame (& better than this) but i headcanon that he has a ghost partner out there in the world. (or trapped somewhere its caleb, he inslaves souls his relationship probably isn’t a functional one)

so his ‘ghost’ partner in my headcanon is a dude for starters.

probably met doing something to do with entertainment, caleb was definitely some kind of performer & his partner could’ve been some kind of writer for a show/wrote songs possibly.

they were discreetly together before they died i doubt he was from a time where it was accepted because, from his outfits mans either really into the idea of looking as dramatic as he possibly can like an evil ghost gatsby (bitch, he probably was gaytsby) or he died a long ass time ago).

it wasn’t exactly an ‘official’ marriage, but they wore rings & they knew.

they either died together or separately. they could’ve been murdered, could’ve been killed by a plauge or they genuinely could’ve just died of natural causes (people died young back in the olden day’s, my ma said that if someone got to their late forties in the 70/80’s it was considered an old age)

they were ghosts for a while before the devil showed up. let’s say they were active ghosts with nothing much to do other than haunt people.

probably haunted all the new owners of their home because caleb & his husband didn’t like how new owners redesigned their home.

there’s different levels of haunting from them both: caleb’s husband ‘lightly haunts’ but caleb goes to the extreme then goes further.

at first, his husband is mildly annoyed if caleb somehow ends up killing someone because that blood is not coming out of the mahogany floors & just why are we murdering people now.

but after a decade or so he just goes a long with it because they just want to do everthing they can do as ghosts.

they just like some excitement in their existance & sometimes murder will be on the agenda.

they’re just living their best ghost lives & probably racking up quite a body count which is when the devil decides to pop by.

idk what he offers caleb but caleb’s partner isn’t there when this happens (because the devil has been keeping tabs & knows that caleb’s husband 100% reigns him in & would be skeptical of a deal) & if he was offered extreme ghost power, new digs (which he could choose the style of i always kinda picture the ghost club as a pg hotel cortez ngl probably because caleb reminds me of a pg version of will drake), infinite new outfits & just a lavish existance, i think he’d like the idea & agree.

the devil explains the terms (putting stamps on souls & keeping them inslaved, probably feeding them to the devil over time (idk how dark we want to go here) & caleb probably wasn’t even that fazed (he’s still a bastard)

so, husband returns & caleb explains that they’re being given this wonderful opportunity & just decides not to tell his husband the price (deep down he knows that his partner wouldn’t agree)

yes his husband is skeptical & is like ‘how did you do this, who did you murder now? & actually I don’t think I want to know.

let’s say that, partner actually thinks that they’re slipping away from this plane of existance & seeing as they don’t know what is after being a ghost, he’s willing to try something new.

so they get the ghost club. caleb has a hundred & one flamboyant name suggestions ‘to make a statement’ & it’s his husband who names it ‘the hollywood ghost club’

they fill it with entertainment, making sure it goes with the times but also honours ghosts of entertainment past.

whilst haunting (sometimes murdering) people was a decent pastime, this is their calling & they love it.

his husband writes some snazzy musicals whilst caleb keeps to his deal & does the less than snazzy soul inslaving work (discreetly)

his husband is of the impression that they’re just helping lost souls & that when they disappear it’s because they’ve found what they were looking for or were at peace.

caleb’s husband actually cares about the souls that pass through their club & finds joy in helping them learn how to haunt, how to use their powers etc.

he tries not to actually adopt the sad young ghosts he comes across.

it’s when he actually does want to adopt some ghosties that shit goes down.

because caleb tries to discreetly warn him that it’s not good to get attached because they’re inslaving these poor unfortunate souls & it blows up in his face.

because his partner wants to adopt some ghost kids because he thinks it would be great for all parties involved.

however, caleb is not into that idea & it becomes painstakingly evident that it isn’t just because he’s not that fond of the idea of raising/trying to dad kids/teens.

idk how, but caleb’s husband would find out (via willie???) & it would get ugly.

he knew that caleb probably did something dodgy but not something on this level.

caleb would be like ‘so you can excuse dabbling in murder but you draw the line at enslaving souls’

his husband would be so angry & disappointed.

they keep a distance from each other after that.

either his husband gives into the pull to the unknown & eventually vanishes into the void leaving caleb heartbroken.

or he starts trying to tear what they’ve built apart & the devil takes him out.

or he tries to take the soul stealing buisness out & the devil tells caleb he’s gotta take him out & because he absolutely could never destroy his own husband has imprisoned him.

or he’d either leave caleb & set up his own place somehow where he could care for & nurture innocent souls & that’s what he’s been doing, trying to ignore what his husband has been doing all this time.

until somehow someone (probably willie or someone willing to destroy caleb’s entire career) finds out about him & figures he could help take caleb down because he’s still hurt by what happened.

or if he’s imprisoned & julie is ready to slap caleb into the other side after everything he did to her himbos & nick, somehow frees caleb’s husband from where he’s been imprisoned.

despite his ‘bitch plz, like i care’ attitude, caleb does care & he is heartbroken without his other half.

probably wears his wedding ring from time to time (caleb does wear a ring on his ring finger during ‘the other side of hollywood’ i know it’s just costume jewellery but this is where this bullshit began)

either way, it’s angst all around & despite the fact that caleb thought that he’d at least be able to spend eternity with his husband, he’s ended up destroying it & now despite his facade the idea of eternity isn’t as exciting as it once was.

[gaymortagokat]

Sleepover at Camp Jupiter

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Reyna's place was quiet. Aurum and Argentum laid in front of the couch curled up together. While their owner sat on the couch reading The Great Gatsby while her girlfriend sat on her lap. A pastel blanket laid over them. It was an addition from Drew. Since her and Reyna began dating Drew would add or recommend things to make Reyna's place more homey. 

They've been together for a little over a year now. Drew graduated  from high school a week ago and will be attending UC Berkeley to study psychology and art. Reyna noticed how great Drew is at helping people believe in themselves and suggested she do something with that. And Drew ran with that idea deciding to become an art therapist, though she isn't sure if she wants to specialize in child psychology and development yet. 

Drew pointed at a line of text. "Remember this, Reyna."

"Why? It's just a billboard?"

Drew turned to look at her girlfriend. "It's important if it was written in here. And it's a symbol of something mortals can't see. The eyes are judgmental like Hera."

Reyna nodded. "Juno isn't all that bad. What do you mean it's a symbol of something mortals can't see?"

"It's kind of like love. You can't physically see it. You can see it in things but you can't see it in things."

"Unless you've met Venus."

"Hmm. I guess so. But speaking of Venus she's a god. We can't see her true form just like mortals can't see the person in the billboard."

"So the billboard is a god judging American's."

"Capital 'g', Reyna. Fitzgerald is probably talking about the Christian god."

"And this Christian god doesn't like what Americans are doing."

"Yes that's what many readers believe."

"Does everything in this book have dual meanings?"

"No. I've found that only things that show up throughout or are highly detailed compared to others are symbols. Like if a detail is emphasized."

"So is the car a symbol?"

"Not sure. I know the billboard is because a teacher told me it was. Let's continue reading." 

Reyna nodded and looked back at the book. 

They continued reading occasionally pausing for discussion. Drew was the one who began these reading sessions. Reyna loved reading. It was how she grasped a better understanding of English. She has a high reading level despite reading mostly comic books. Because of this Drew decided to introduce Reyna to some classics and had created at least a page long list of literature she added to every few weeks. 

They started with names Reyna knew like Plato and Homer. They read The Allegory of the Cave and pieces of The Odyssey where Reyna told her Circe no longer turns men into pigs but animals occasionally less smelly and easier to manage, Guinea pigs. She Also told her that Percy made a very cute Guinea pig. Drew wished Reyna had the opportunity to take a picture.

A knock on the door interrupted their quiet weekend. Reyna's dogs ears perked up and their ruby eyes turned towards the door watching to see if the person behind the door was a threat.

A key slipped into the lock and Reyna groaned. "I should have never given her a key."

"Who?"

"Your sister."

"Pretend we didn't notice?"

"Of course." 

They returned to their book as the door opened. College aged Piper, Jason, Leo, Percy, and Annabeth walked in carrying bags for an impromptu sleepover (even though Percy and Annabeth live in New Rome and see Reyna nearly every day) with Nico.

"Why does Nick always describe Gatsby that way?"

"Cuz he's gay."

"Isn't the author straight?"

"Was anyone straight in the roaring 20's? When swing music existed and women wore more revealing clothing, smoked in public, cut their hair, and everyone lived in excess?"

Piper coughed.

Reyna looked up at her friends (except Leo he was still on thin ice). Percy looked like he just rolled out of bed sporting a five o' clock shadow while his girlfriend looked like she had been up for hours. Piper was as gorgeous as always wearing skinny jeans, a loose shirt, light sweater and vans. Jason looked like Annabeth, but he had done a better job at brushing his hair (his straight hair is easier to manage than Annabeth's curls), and much to Reyna's annoyance, Jason still had the rivet in his hair from the bullet Percy's brother fired at him. Jason had kept his hair trimmed like that for two years now. Reyna, Piper, Drew, and Nico were tempted to shave his hair while he slept. Nico wore the jacket Will gave him on their first Christmas together, and his mirrored sunglasses hung from the pocket. He had gotten a haircut. The sides of his hair did not touch his ears, but the top that he left long would in a few weeks. Leo looked exactly the same as he did two years ago with scorch marks on his fingers and arms and small bandages one a few of his fingers.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I wanna say that they made me come."

Reyna smiled at her little brother. 

"Oh come on Nico. It's not like we had to force you." Jason said putting his arm around the fifteen year old who now reached his eyes. 

"Friday night sleepover." Piper said. "We always have them."

"One, no we don't. It's more like twice a month. Two shouldn't most of you be at some college party? Three it's Wednesday."

"So we're a little early." She answered sitting on the only empty spot on the couch. 

"Percy and I did all our homework that's due tomorrow early." Annabeth added taking a seat at Piper's feet with Percy close behind. She petted Aurum behind the ear muttering something about them being a good dog.

Nico sat on the other side of Reyna's dogs while Jason and Leo sat in front of him. Well, Leo sat closer to Percy than Nico. Reyna's dogs weren't his biggest fans and had no problems making it obvious to him.

"What piece of literature do you have Reyna reading this time, Drew?" Jason asked, adjusting his glasses like they would help him see the page better.

"Gatsby. We're almost done with this page. Do you mind being quiet for a few more minutes." Drew didn't wait for an answer; she turned all her attention to the small book.

Leo struggled to stay quiet. He kept opening his mouth to say something then quickly close it. He distracted himself the best he could by planning out the most fun night ever. First some of the greatest movies ever paired with the best snacks and drinks. Did Reyna even have the best snacks?

Leo didn't stay on that thought long. As soon as he heard the book close he spoke. "Okay! What movie does everyone want to watch." He dug through his bag. "I've got 50 First Dates, The Nanny Diaries, Love Actually-"

"Leo, I love you. But I don't think anyone wants to watch romcoms."

"What do you have in mind, Pipes?"

"Horror, action, thriller."

"Horror sounds fun." Nico stated.

"As long as no one throws their popcorn on me I'm good." Drew added. 

"Reyna, got any horror movies?"

"The Sixth Sense, maybe Friday the 13th."

After a bit of arguing they settled on The Sixth Sense. The boys minus Nico prepared snacks. Nico and Annabeth made the hardwood floor more comfortable by adding a quilt Reyna had buried in a closet and laying out the blankets everyone brought. 

Snacks were finished and everyone ended up with their own container. Nico with popcorn and chocolate chips, Jason with popcorn and m&m's, Annabeth with popcorn and butter fingers, Percy with blue m&m's, Piper with sour gummy bears, and Reyna and Drew sharing Jelly Beans and sour straws. Drew had made Piper make sure Aurum and Argentum had a plate with a few dog treats and marshmallows, and Nico had tossed a blanket over them.

As the movie played Leo Jason Percy and occasionally Annabeth yelled at the characters on screen. Piper occasionally stated behind the scenes facts. 

During a particularly tense moment, Piper, realizing her hands were cold, poked her sister's foot that was barely out of the blanket making her yelp and Piper roar with laughter.

"Gods-damn it Piper!"

Piper waited a few minutes then did it again. Then a third time. 

"Piper." Reyna warned.

"Alright, alright." She scooted closer to the arm of the couch and waited. 

She looked over at Reyna and Drew. Drew was watching the movie one hand on the bowl of candy and the other on Reyna's, but Reyna on the other hand was watching Piper. She shook her head slowly with a slight glare. Drew, feeling Reyna move, looked up at Reyna then at Piper mimicking the Puerto Rican's glare.

Piper glared back then looked away pretending to barf. They were almost disgustingly cute.

A few minutes later she scared Drew again this time receiving a harsh kick.

"Ow! What was that for?" Piper yelped, rubbing her arm. 

"I didn't kick you that hard." 

"You totally did, Reyna."

Not even Reyna kicking her was enough to stop her. She tried one more time to scare Drew. This time she was unsuccessful.

"Hermanito." Reyna said. 

And suddenly Piper was freezing then she found herself on the floor. She looked at the couch where she was once sitting and found Nico curled up with the darkness partially swirling around him. Actually, the dark in the entire room seemed to be moving as if Nico was making the room appear as dark as it did when she was afraid of it.

Piper settled in her new spot petting the nearest dog. 

It was towards the end of the second movie when Drew tried scaring Piper. It worked only once. Piper nearly jumped out of her seat surprising Jason and Percy who were way more afraid of the movie than they let on.

Beginning of the third movie was when Reyna began to mess with Piper. She used a bit of magic she picked up from Circe and tried to make it feel like a spider was walking on her. It worked for a few moments then Piper figured it out and began ignoring the sensation. 

Reyna switched tactics. She poked Aurum with her foot who pressed their cold nose into Piper's side hitting her ticklish spot. 

Piper pressed her palm against the dog's nose and turned it's head away. "I know that was you, Reyna."

"I don't control their every move."

"Oh please. They would do whatever you asked."

Reyna opened her mouth to respond when Drew silenced her. "Ssshhhh. We're at the good part."

Reyna kissed her head and returned to watching the comedy. The older boys insisted on one happy movie to negate the scary before bed.

By the time the movie watching session ended Reyna was sitting between her girlfriend and her best friend/little brother. And both of them were nearly asleep on her shoulders.

"Nico, it's time for bed."

Nico nodded, sitting up and gathering his blanket. A second later he disappeared into the shadows and probably into Reyna's guest room / home office. 

"Nico gone?"

"Sí, Amor. It's time for bed." Reyna told her standing up. She offered Drew her hand.

Her girlfriend shook her head. "Too tired. Carry me?"

Reyna smiled while rolling her eyes. "Alright." She picked up Drew with ease (something that made Jason and especially Percy jealous) and walked to her room. Aurum and Argentum followed, nudging the door open as they got closer. 

Reyna set Drew down carefully. It wasn't the right moment to drop her on the bed. They were both too tired for the game that would begin if she did.

Reyna moved to the door and locked it. 

"What kind of pajamas do you want today?" She asked, grabbing her own.

"I'm good."

Reyna turned around and saw her gorgeous girlfriend sitting on her bed shirtless. Today had been a stay at home no bra necessary day. Reyna looked down briefly and felt her cheeks grow warm. She put her pajamas away and joined Drew on the bed. 

Drew kissed Reyna tugging on the edges of her shirt. “You don’t need this.”

Reyna let her pull her band tee (courtesy of Thalia) over her head. “What do you want to do?”

Drew ignored her and tugged at her shorts. “You don’t need these.”

Reyna slipped them off and tossed them aside. “What do you want to do?”

Drew rested against Reyna. “I’m too tired to want to do anything, but I’m too awake to sleep.”

Reyna turned off the lamp and rested her hand on Drew’s stomach. The pair laid down, and Reyna kissed Drew’s shoulder. “Thank you, for reading with me today.”

“No problem, Amore. I love reading. Especially with you.”

“What would you like to do tomorrow?”

“Walk on the beach?”

“Alright.” Reyna kissed Drew’s shoulder once more. “Want to go swimming?”

“Sounds nice.” Drew said quietly. “Hey, why did Annabeth say she and Percy had finished their homework early? Isn’t it summer?”

“It is. Annabeth convinced Percy to take a few summer classes so their schedule can be lighter during the year and they can graduate a bit early.”

“What is Percy studying again?”

“He started with Marine biology, but he realized it was going to be a lot of science. I think he’s doing physical therapy now and keeping Marine Biology as a minor.”

“Physical therapy?”

“Yeah. Annabeth showed him a video of a pool being used as part of someone’s therapy. He’s been interested ever since. That and he can heal using water.”

“I guess pool is not a bad thing to smell like.”

"Neither is the beach."

"Think we can leave everyone else out?"

"Maybe every one but Nico and Will."

"Will isn't here."

"For now. Nico will probably go get him to avoid being a third wheel."

"Double dates are fun."

"Glad you think so."

Reyna kissed Drew's shoulder blade and pulled her closer. She breathed in her scent noticing Drew's perfume and sweat. Reyna settled down more and closed her eyes and fell asleep. 

As soon as Drew trusted Reyna wouldn't wake up at the slightest movement she changed positions to face her gorgeous girlfriend. She also moved Reyna's arm so she wouldn't be laying on it. Reyna often let her sleep on her arm only to later wake up because the limb had become painfully asleep. Then she settled down draping an arm across Reyna's ribs. Her fingers traced an old injury. She didn't know the story behind the scar but trusted one day Reyna would tell her.

She spent the next few minutes trying to relax enough to fall asleep. She loved snuggling with her girlfriend, but said girl was always a furnace. Don't get her wrong, she felt incredibly lucky to have someone as amazing as Reyna. She would have never expected to be this happy a year ago, and yet here she was laying with the hottest girl ever. 

She adjusted the blanket so her feet would stick out and settled back down.

She was nearly asleep when a whimper startled her awake. She lifted her head and spotted the source. Two sets of glowing ruby eyes were watching her. "Come on." She whispered.

Given permission the two fully grown greyhounds jumped on the queen bed. The siblings spun around a several times (accidently hitting each other a few times) and plopped down laying on the teens' feet.

The cold metal was too cold for comfort; Drew pulled her feet out from under the dog and instead lowered the blanket uncovering her shoulders. Drew relaxed once more and fell asleep.

[marvelhero-fics]

Nostalgic

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: you and Steve are invited to a 'Roaring 20s' party that Tony is hosting. Steve acts weird most of the night, claiming he's nostalgic, but you know its more than that. You and Steve loved each other but in this line of work it was almost impossible to be together. Tonight was very different.

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this fic???? The idea was super cute but the execution of it was notttttttt 

Word Count: 3,685

Warning: fluff, sad!steve :(, smut!, NSFW, really cute smut with steve, swearing, some good ol' oral receiving ;), anddddddd unprotected sex

Steve’s fist knocked down on the door lightly. He was slightly nervous, but then again, he always was around you.

“Coming!” You yelled out, quickly snapping in your other dangly, gold earring. You grabbed the door knob and released it to open the door and find your good friend Steve. He was dressed up extremely well. Tony was having a ‘Roaring 20s’ party due to another victory under The Avengers belt.

Steve looked you up and down, his eyes wide. You wore a black dress that flowed mid-way down your thigh, while still hugging all the right curves. You had spaghetti straps holding the dress up over your slightly boosted up breasts. The black dress was covered in thin fringe, typical 1920’s fashion. You wore white gloves that came up to your elbows, along with a small white hair-piece, and of course your white, feather boa. “Everything okay, Steve?” You asked, trying to remove him from his thoughts.

He coughed, “yea, sorry, you just- you look beautiful.” A smile crept up on his face.

Steve wore a black suit with a black waist coat. It hugged his body, showing off his muscular physique. You could barely see his white shirt underneath the rest of the suit. His dusty, blond hair was gelled up slightly, his face clean of any stubble. He finally topped it off with a black bow tie.

Your gloved hand reached up to the side of his face, pulling yourself up to give him a light kiss on the cheek. “You look very handsome yourself.” You said, though it seemed to go straight past him.

“Steve I’m sorry, but you know we can’t do this, we can’t be together.” You shook, tears threatening to pour from your eyes. He grabbed both of your smaller hands in his.

“We can at least try.” He begged in return.

“Steve, almost every week our lives are threatened by some crazy, other-worldly villain, and I can’t lose you.” That’s when the tears began to fall. “I can’t get attached to someone I could lose, I can’t get attached to anyone.” You muttered, trying to fight past the uneven breathing.

“(Y/N), it’s okay, everything’s okay.” He tried to reassure you.

“I’m sorry, Steve, I can’t.” Your hand reached up to the side of his face, pulling yourself up to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Steve?” You questioned again.

“Sorry, I’m here.” He looked up to your beautiful, (Y/E/C) eyes, “ready to go?” He plastered a fake smile across his face.

“Yea, let’s go.” You smiled back, something wasn’t right with Steve, but you didn’t want to push it. Your arm snaked through his, linking the two of you together.

~

Steve and you walked into the giant dinning room of the Avengers compound. Tony had done it up incredibly. It looked exactly like a scene out of The Great Gatsby. Gold everywhere, chandeliers, white flowers. There was a large part of the room with food and tables, with the other side, a wooden dance floor.

Tony greeted you and Steve once you’d passed the entrance. “(Y/N)! You really know how to make Steve look good, don’t you!” He cheered, pulling you in to give you a hug, with an added kiss on the cheek. Steve simply looked to the floor.

“Speaking of better halves, where’s Pepper?” You asked, smirking back at the short man.

“Doing what she does so well! Running around making sure the party is going perfectly.” He turned to look at Steve. “Hope it’s not too close to home, old man.” Tony said with laughter, grabbing Steve’s hand, shaking it furiously.

“As someone who was alive in the 20’s, you’ve done a damn good job, Tony.” Steve replied, still gazing around the room.

“Bruce!” Tony hollered, immediately running to the door to meet his ‘science buddy.’

Your arm interlinked with Steve’s again, your other hand moving to grab his bicep, you held Steve close to you as you walked through the crowd, you weren’t the best with a lot of people around, it always made you feel cramped and claustrophobic.

Steve held you tightly too, his head turned to look at your face, your perfect face. His sighed slightly, he loved how your (Y/H/C) hair flowed past your shoulders, framing your thin face perfectly, while still showing off your harsh cheekbones. You looked up at Steve, catching him starring at you.

“Care to dance?” You asked, ushering towards the dance floor, not too far in front of you.

“I’d love too.” You moved your arm from his, sliding your hand down his forearm to grab his hand, pulling him to the dance floor with you.

A slightly slower song began to play, it was mainly just an instrumental song, with not a lot of lyrics. You finally pulled Steve in front of you, snaking your hands up behind his head, linking them together just behind his neck. Steve’s larger hands moved down to hold you hips steadily. He tried not to grip too hard, sometimes Steve didn’t realise how strong he could really be.

Your hand moved to run through Steve’s hair, moving a few blond strands back into place. “Is everything alright, Steve.”

“I guess I’m just a bit nostalgic.” He looked down a bit, with a sad smile on his face. You squeezed your body close to his, making him look at your face instead.

“I’m sorry about everything that happened Steve, with the whole going under ice, and missing a couple of years, well, 50 years, I can’t imagine how hard that would’ve been. But you’ve adjusted so well, and we’re all here for you. I’m here for you.” You moved his chin to force him to look you in the eyes. All Steve wanted to do was kiss you. He wanted to kiss you like it was the last kiss he’d ever have. But he wasn’t going to overstep, he was never going to make you feel uncomfortable.

The party went pretty smoothly. Tony got pretty drunk, Sam got even more drunk. But what you noticed the most was how quiet Steve was. You wanted to scream at him, every time you asked if he was alright he would respond with, “feeling nostalgic,” or something along the lines, but he couldn’t look at you in the eyes, so you knew he was lying.

You finally got to your room, you and Steve had just finished laughing about something stupid that happened at the party. It took you seconds to unlock the door and let yourself in. Steve stood at the doorway.

“Steve, what’s wrong?” You asked a final time, spinning to face him. He said nothing. Just looked at you. “Steve, answer me!” He simply smiled and looked down. “This isn’t funny Steve, what the hell is going on?” You stared at him. Your eyes throwing daggers. Before you could speak again, Steve was in you apartment, one hand on the side of your neck, the other on your hip, and his soft lips crashed on yours. You immediately retaliated. You kissed him back even harder. Fireworks went off around you, butterflies flooded your stomach. Steve’s cold hands both moved to the small of your back to pull you in even closer.

“Steve,” you used all your force to pull yourself from the kiss. You’d wanted to kiss Steve all night, but you didn’t have it in you. You didn’t want to initiate anything you couldn’t follow through with.

“Please don’t say no again.” He whispered, his forehead softly placed against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” You replied with a grin. Steve’s lips met yours again. It was almost effortless when he grabbed the back of your upper thighs and lifted you, your lips never leaving each other’s.

Before you knew it, Steve had you crashing down on mattress in you bedroom. His body hovering above yours. You swiftly pulled your gloves off, along with the hair-piece pinned into your hair. Your feather boa had likely fallen off on the way to the bedroom. You began tugging at Steve’s jacket. It didn’t take him long to get the idea, he sat back on his knees, completely freeing his upper body of any clothes. His body was gorgeous. His abs so defined, his arms looked like they were bigger than your head. His hair had become slightly dishevelled on the way to bedroom, making him look even more sexy. As he came back down to hover above you, your hands travelled all over his abs. God they were rock hard.

“Your turn,” he mumbled, helping to pull you into a sitting position. Using some of the skills you’d learnt while being a part of the Avengers, you wrapped a leg around his body to flip him below you. He didn’t resist at all. Maybe the Captain likes a little bit of dominance.

You pulled yourself off the bed and Steve propped himself up on his elbows to watch you, only defining his abs and arms more. The lights of the city below you illuminated the room you and Steve were occupying.

Slowly you slipped out of your dress, teasing Steve as much as you could. You unclasped your bra and threw it to the side along with the dress. Leaving you in a pair of lacy, pink underwear. You climbed back onto the bed, finally being the one hovering above Steve. You grinded your hips hard against his member, which felt like it was about to rip open the zipper on his dress pants.

You began making your way down his body, kissing each and every part of his abs, while your hands trailed down faster to unzip his pants and pull his hard cock out of his boxer-briefs. He groaned slightly and thrust his hips up, hoping for more contact.

“There’s no rush, Steve.” You hummed. Your hand lightly pumped up and down his member. The serum really did increase the size of ALL his muscles. Your tongue ran a trail from the base of his cock, all the way to the tip.

“I didn’t realise you were such a tease, (Y/N).” Steve said through a grin. His eyes focused on yours, his hands linking into your, now messy, hair. You simply smiled in response. You began sucking only the top inch of him, popping it in and out of your mouth. His hips jolted beneath you, trying to force himself deeper.

“Come on (Y/N),” He tensed, his breath getting caught in his throat, “Please.” You smiled, taking most of his member in your warm mouth. You hallowed your cheeks, applying pressure to his rock hard cock. He let out a groan, throwing his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut.

He continued groaning lightly as you bobbed up and down on his cock. You kept looking up through your mascara coated lashes to see Steve, to see how much pleasure you were giving him. “(Y/N), shit.” He mumbled, his 8 inch twitching in your mouth. You stopped moving him in and out of your throat. You slipped him out of your mouth and crawled up his body, sitting above him, your face inches from his.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed.

“I hope you’re not just saying that because I sucked you off.” You joked, your mouth connecting with his once again. You began to feel his hand snake down towards core. You couldn’t speak as his hand finally made its way to its goal. He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers stroking up your folds. You knew you were already soaking wet, and now Steve did too. You felt him grin into the kiss you were connected by.

He finally connected one of his fingers to your clit. You managed to stifle your moan well, thinking Steve didn’t notice. His index finger travelled down further to force itself into your pussy, along with his middle finger. You couldn’t stifle that moan. Your tongue retreated from his mouth to groan in pleasure. He finally began pumping his fingers in and out of you. You had to move from the kiss to push your head into Steve’s shoulder. “Steve…” You tensed hard, grabbing Steve’s wrist. His pace slowed down slightly, eventually coming to a halt.

He slowly turned you over to your back, giving you sweet love bites, and stripping you of your panties. He bent your legs up, straddling between them. After what felt like years without contact, Steve starting placing love bites over you neck, this made you even wetter, you were practically dripping over Steve at this point. You were ripped back into reality when Steve began squeezing his member into your tight pussy.

“Fuck Steve!” You breathed out, your eyes squeezed shut.

“It’s okay doll.” He hushed. You could feel Steve’s body tense up as he slipped his dick all the way in you. Steve tried his best to pump into your slowly, letting you adjust. It took so much for him to not fuck your brains out. He craved that pleasure he hadn’t had in so long, especially from someone he loved.

“God damn (Y/N), you’re tight.” Steve stated, through gritted teeth as his girth continued to pump into you, his pace starting to quicken.

“It’s because you’re so big Steve, holy shit.” You said between breaths, your abs and legs tensing to try bare the feeling of him stretching you open.

You felt a smirk plaster on his face, “Well, we could be doing this every night if we were together.” He hummed. He wasn’t going to let this go.

“Steve-“ just as you were about to talk about his point he’d made, he began moving a lot faster, forcing himself into you harder. You immediately let out a loud moan. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, only giving him better access. Your hands clenched onto him for dare life as he buried himself even deeper in your dripping pussy.

“Steve…” his named flowed out of your mouth like honey. He began grunting louder, pushing himself to fuck you harder and harder. His body came down to lay on top of yours. His head forcing into the pillow next to your shoulder, you could feel he was getting closer through the tensing and twitching of his muscles.

“God, I love you, (Y/N).” It slipped out of Steve’s mouth. He barely even noticed. But you did. Your eyes snapped open.

“Steve, stop.” You stated, harshly, pushing against his body. He immediately stopped thrusting, pulling his member out of you with a slight wince. “Why would you say that.” You moved back to sit up against the headboard. Steve pushed himself up to sit on his knees, grabbing a pillow to cover his cock. He really had no reason to be ashamed of it, or hide it.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). That wasn’t very good timing, but you know mean it.” He replied, trying to look everywhere but your eyes.

You crawled off the headboard to move towards him. You moved your body awkwardly to sit on your knees directly in front of him. Your hand drifted towards his face, grabbing the side of his neck to plant a kiss on his lips.

“Steve, I love you too, but you know how I feel about relationships.” You whispered. His eyes met yours. His gorgeous blue eyes. Finally they didn’t seem sad. They didn’t even seem horny. He seemed content. He nodded with a smile.

“We aren’t finished yet, Captain.” You flirted, pushing the pillow away from his member and placing your hand around it. You began pumping it as Steve pushed his lips against yours again. Your tongues battling for dominance as they had most of this night.

Steve moved to the side of the bed, slipping his legs off to stand up, all while trying to stay connected to the kiss you shared. He pulled your hips towards him, forcing your legs around his body and lifting you up with ease. Your legs curled around his waist, arms around the back of his neck. One of Steve’s hands sat under your ass, holding you in place, while the other lined up his cock with your dripping hole.

He pushed the tip in and began bouncing your body up and down, his hands spreading your ass cheeks for even better access. You let out incredible moans as his cock was buried deeper than it had ever been inside you, with the weight of your body forcing it in and out. The length of Steve’s cock bent ever so slightly, so it perfectly rubbed against your g-spot in this position.

Your core tensed, and a knot grew tighter and tighter in your abdomen. “Steve… oh shit, please keep going, your gonna make me cum.” You whined out, breathing heavily as you rested your head into his shoulder.

That was just the motivation he needed. Steve began using his hips more. He bounced you up and down on his length while using his hips to thrust into you also. “Fuck!” You yelled. Your walls clenched tightly and pressure built up everywhere in your body. You couldn’t let a word out as your orgasm rippled through your tense body. You forced ass down further, pushing Steve deeper into you. Finally you pulled up slightly, sending Steve the message that you’d come down from your high.

Steve held your body firmly as he moved to place you on his nearby desk. He lay your body down, your back feeling the cool wood against it, arching slightly. Your ass hung over the edge of the desk a bit, this helped give Steve better access to your pussy. He stood at the end of the desk, holding your legs up against his body.

“You okay?” He asked as he lined his tip up with your entrance once again. You simply bit your lip and nodded. Steve sunk himself in again. Pleasure taking over him as his tip slid through the walls of your tight core. He held both your thighs, helping him pump in and out of you, though, he went slow. It was sensual, passionate, loving.

He moved each of your legs to their side, wrapping then around his body slightly so he could lean over to hover his body above yours, his muscular arms each side of your shoulders. He began pumping into quite slowly.

“You know, I was thinking about the whole ‘we can’t be together because it’ll hurt to much if I lose you’ idea, and let’s be honest, isn’t it going to hurt all the same regardless if we’re officially together or not.” Steve began to blurt out, he held his breath evenly. The super soldier clearly did recover extremely fast.

“Steve, we’re really having this conversation now?” You said between breaths, regardless of how slow Steve was fucking you, his huge cock was still filling you up every time he moved forwards, causing you to moan and tense.

“I want to be with you, it’s that simple. And you can’t say you don’t want the same.” He replied.

Your lips moved up to grab his. You deepen the kiss by running your hands through his dusty blond hair, tugging ever-so-slightly.

“Fuck me, Rogers.” You hissed. Clearly ending that conversation on the spot. You wondered if that made Steve angry. Considering he shot back up, grabbed your legs, and began pumping himself as deep as he could inside you, you’d assumed it was a yes.

It didnt take long for Steve to put you back on that edge. The feeling of his girth stretching you open, hitting every nerve in your wet pussy. Steve even helped out more by running his thumb in circles around your sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck! Steve, Steve! Keep doing that!” You encouraged with a squeal. You were about to orgasm. You tried to hold it in, you wanted Steve to be close too, but you couldn’t. One of you hands grabbed the side of the desk, you knuckles going white with your tight grip, and the other grabbed Steve’s wrist of the hand he was rubbing you with. You forced his hand harder down on your clit and you began to orgasm. Steve continued at a rough pace as you unravelled once again. Your body tried to force your legs together, trying to push Steve out of you, but Steve didn’t allow it. His hands held your thighs steadily apart as he kept thrusting.

“I’m gonna cum,” Steve forced out through harsh grunts and breaths. His abs rippled, and biceps tensed.

“Please cum inside me, Captain.” You whined, mouth dropping open, with moans escaping it over and over. You still weren’t fully down from your high of the orgasm. That’s when you felt it though. Steve let out a long groan as he forced his member as far into as he could. His load blew all inside you, filling you up completely. A few lazy last thrusts into you finished him off.

His hand grabbed the wall next to him, helping to stabilise his shaky body. His hips slowly drew back to pull himself out of you. He shut his eyes, regaining his breath.

“Steve.” You whispered, his eyes fluttered open and he stoked one of your thighs lightly.

“You alright, doll?” He breathed.

You gained enough strength to push yourself up to sit on the side of the desk, your legs either side of Steve’s.

“I want to be with you.” You smiled and nodded. “It’s a risk I’m definitely willing to take.” Your hands held Steve’s head on either side, pulling him into another kiss. You pulled back, resting you forehead on his. “Please don’t die on me,” you laughed lightly.

“I’ll try my best not too,” He replied, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve’s hands snakes under your legs, once again lifting you up. Your legs around his waist.

“Round two?” He asked, walking towards the large shower in the bathroom.

You replied by crashing your lips down on his. You were definitely going to get used to this.

[preternatural-fools]

Ya girl loves some vintage/history stuff, can I request what Tae was like during the 1920s? Where he enjoyed going? If he secretly enjoyed alcohol during the prohibition? What sort of clubs he went to? Etc..? And maybe a bonus for what Yoongi was like/dressed like during that time ❣️ -chaotic anon 💃🏼🎶🎶

Girl me too djdjdj anon I rlly just 😩💕 enjoy your presence

Okay so (oh my god this is going to give me a strOKE writing this, I’m going to start foaming at the mouth and my eyes are going to ROLL INTO THE BACK OF MY HEAD) *cough* aNyWaY

Vamp!Tae during the ‘20s includes; 100% the typical fashion—the cinched, high-waisted slacks (his waist? SNATCHED!) with suspenders, definitely wore the little vest with the chain of his pocket watch slung across his side, suit jacket to match the vest n’ slacks, he wore a tie and preferred the newsboy hat during the day—he looked very proper during the day; dashing, exquisite. He would wander through the towns during the day, enjoying coffee to stay warm to the touch, in and out of shops, he would gather books from the library (some he never returned) and he would do some independent studying, he even compelled his way into a few college classes from time to time.

But at night, he shed the jacket, loosened the tie, and popped the first button on his dress shirt, a little scandalous at the time, even for a man. A dark look and an alluring smile beckoning you to the corner table of the speakeasy where he most definitely drank during the prohibition. He liked going to the speakeasies, even if he didn’t always drink, he would just go to chat and enjoy some tunes. He had a way with picking up people; he was suave, a smooth talker, he knew all the best—and of course, illegal—spots to drink, also all the best spots to walk through at night, he would talk for hours and share his knowledge and theories, amusing people with his stories. He had an array of...friends, you could say, he’s not picky about gender and he certainly wasn’t during the ‘20s, it was all hush-hush of course, he had a reputation. He was well known because he was handsome, smooth, educated, talented, mysterious and he rubbed palms with the well known, high class folk of the town—some even thought he ran with a gang—but he didn’t, he did, however, enjoy playing and betting with them during card games in these illegal bars. He almost always won, putting quite a price on his head—but even they liked him too much. A lot of people did, you could say Tae peaked in the ‘20s; he bounced around a lot, he got to experience the ‘20s in a variety of cities where met a variety of people, he enjoyed all of the favorable things the ‘20s had to offer—he loved the evolution and progression of society, how loose, and fun, and new it had all become—under the looming fear everyone shared, ya know—but he loved it. He had always loved art but this is where his love truly bloomed and he started taking up painting more seriously, he put time and effort into it, studied it in school. There are a few of his nameless paintings of his out there, all produced and sold anonymously—so no know but him knows where they are now. 

So, you could say he partied like Gatsby, but Tae being Tae, took things seriously at times, he followed his love for art and music, his need for knowledge, he did make some nice, genuine friends during this time as well, he lived life as it came and floated through it doing whatever he desired. 

Witch!Yoongi, on the other hand, kept more to himself during this time, holed up in his own house, doing the same thing he does today—studying, creating theories, he’s always on the hunt for something. He dressed the same during the era, though he favored skipping the vest and just wearing the suspenders and a jacket, he hated the tie so he never wore it—some thought that was a little odd and informal. People thought him to be a recluse, and he was, though they assumed he worked under the table for someone; a gang, a mod, some top shop boss because of all the research he did and how little people knew about him, and how unfriendly he seemed. People were always curious about his friendship with Tae, because they were quite different people from each other but they talked an awful lot, and what about was hush-hush too. 

They always shared knowledge, debated, and talked theories, Tae had even helped Yoongi with some of his research at times. “What does he do with all of his time? Why doesn’t your friend come out with you? And why is he so...reserved?” People would ask Tae, and he would chuckle and shake his head, “He’s not one for the social scene, that man has dedicated his life to knowledge, but he’s not bad once you get to know him.”  

On the nights, or even the days, where Tae would successfully convince Yoongi to come out with him, they would get rowdy. Tae and Yoongi would gang up on people, pick arguments, debate with them, challenge their knowledge and most definitely do this while destroying them during card games—how many tables were flipped? Too many to count. It’s all fun and games until someone gets a little too butthurt and pulls a gun, Yoongi laughs in their face, Tae isn’t far behind him with a sinister chuckle, his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his lips, the fun is just starting now, Tae was always itching for a rush during the ‘20s. Yoongi challenges them to pull the trigger, taunts them with words of encouragement and insults, before they pull the trigger Tae comes in swinging, and a bar fight starts—Tae and Yoongi manage to disappear before they get looped in for real, and they leave the scene behind them. They stumble down the street laughing and talking about the next town they’ll head to—because they travel together, and they always have. 

((I hope there aren’t any typos fdsukfh I have a headache n my brain doesn’t wanna work right today))

[abeautifulquiet]

We met on a Saturday afternoon. It was an accident too. If something had changed, I'd never have met you. Some days I wonder if that would have been better.

I was sitting at my normal table, in my normal coffee shop. Java Juice, on the corner of Maple and Seventeenth. I loved the feel of the place, with it's glazed wooden interior, warm and soft lighting, and light background noise. It was my sacred place, great for quiet contemplation and inspiration. Also, their dark roast was to kill for.

Java was a great place for watching people. He knew things about the other regulars that he had no reason to know. Like how May Paulsen came here every other Friday and sat in the third booth from the door and cried. Her husband was cheating on her with his assistant. She'd seen their messages on his phone. He didn't know.

They had a two-year-old daughter named Silvia. May pretended that she didn't know for the sake of the kid, but she took every other Friday afternoon off from work to sit at her table and let it all out. Her tears mixed with her chai latte, and she was able, just for an hour, to stop pretending that she wasn't broken.

Mancio Capaldo was a business executive who spent more than he earned. His suits, which looked expensive, were fake and cheap, as was his watch. The car he drove was real, but he'd be paying it off for years. He knew it, too. He was never married, and never would be. The only thing he held in his heart was a love for money. No woman would be able to love him, and he wasn't exactly the type to share his wealth, what little of it there was left. He wore too much cologne and too little deodorant.

Claire Estelle was a college kid studying anthropology. She had a strained relationship with her parents, mostly due to her girlfriend, Vienna. Vienna was a beautiful, smart, and talented girl, studying journalism. The only thing that made her unfit in their eyes was her gender, an unfortunate by-product of a strict Catholic upbringing. They came here to study and often sat near me. We knew each other by name and had a conversation every time our trips to Java Juice coincided.

One of the upsides to having a photographic memory such as mine is that I never forget a face. Not a single one. Every person who came into Java was imprinted in my mind. That's why you stood out.

I walked into Java Juice on that day to find someone sitting in my booth. I turned to Tysen, the host in charge of seating the clients . He knew better than to seat someone in my booth, especially when there were many other seats available. I didn't even really get a good look at the girl in my booth before I stomped over to confront him.

"Tysen!"

"C'mon, don't get angry with me. She wanted that booth specifically. You weren't here yet and she's a paying customer."

"That's my booth."

"No, that's our booth that you like to sit in."

I grumbled and stomped to the booth across the room from mine. I set my computer bag down and glared at the girl sitting in my booth. Then I stopped because I really saw you.

You had a pile of books nearly your own height sitting on the table next to you. I saw Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, Arthur Conan Doyle. I saw classics and a few newer fiction pieces.

You had those long, blonde curls that seemed to glitter in the soft light of Java's string lamps. I couldn't see your eyes, but your face was so beautiful, even from across the room. You had soft curves in both face and body, and you had nice makeup on that accentuated your features.

I thought that you were beautiful. That was my first thought, no matter how cliche. However, I'd seen plenty of beautiful women in Java before. Your beauty wasn't why I approached you.

I approached you because of the look on your face. You were reading a thick novel of some obscure English origin, and the expression that played across your features as you simply devoured the words was nothing short of perfection. It was rapture.

I had never before seen someone so entranced by words on a paper.

You left me speechless.

As a writer, I have a keen eye and a fondness for things that are beautiful. As a writer, I have an eye for things that are unusual. As a writer, I have an all-encompassing love for things that are interesting.

You checked all the boxes. I think that maybe Tysen knew that when he seated you. To this day I wonder if you really insisted on sitting there, or if Tysen knew exactly what he was doing.

I'm not exactly sure what gave me the courage to gather my things, walk over to the booth, and plop down across from you, but whatever it was, I thank it daily.

The funny thing is, you didn't even seem surprised when I sat down. Your face dropped at my approach, and I realized, with some amusement, that you weren't mourning my arrival, but the fact that you were expected to put down the book and exchange words with me.

When you looked up at me, you smiled and I nearly died. You had the cutest dimples, and from this distance, I could see a spattering of freckles across your nose and cheekbones, and I noticed that your eyes were blue. Stormy grey-blue, like a thundercloud. You smelled like fresh rain and lavender.

I started, feeling a bit wary that you didn't know me and I didn't know you.

"Hi. I'm Micah. Micah Stevenson . I'm truly sorry for pausing your book, but you seemed to be really enjoying it and I had to come over and take a look for myself. Anyone who reads Charlotte Bronte obviously has superior taste, and I've been looking for a good book recently."

Your eyes sparkled and your cheeks flushed. You seemed to be both delighted by my question and embarrassed at being caught in the midst of your addiction.

I extended my hand tentatively towards you, and you took it, shaking it voraciously.

"Eluska. Ocariz."

I raised one eyebrow in curiosity. Your name didn't sound American, but your features and style were very caucasian. The linguistics of your name sounded familiar to me as if I'd heard it before.

You noticed my puzzled expression and began to explain, but I stopped you before the words left your lips.

"Your name. Basque?"

Your jaw dropped in amazement.

"Yes! How did you know?"

"I'm a writer. I know lots of things that don't exactly correlate with each other."

You smiled and grabbed the book you had been so enamored with earlier. The front of the novel was inscribed with golden letters that read The Great Gatsby.

"Really? Your first time reading it? I'd have expected it to be on the top of your list."

"No."

"No?"

"My fifth time reading it." You smiled.

This revelation left me shocked. Your fifth time? How was it, then, that you seemed so in love with the pages? How did it happen that you were still so awed by these words you already knew?

As if sensing my questions and shock, you smiled and laughed.

"Men are so silly. Why should you only read a book once?"

"Doesn't it get old, after a couple times?"

"No. I just fall in love with the words all over again."

I think you owned a little part of me. Even then, you did. I fell in love with you at a little booth at my favorite coffee shop, the first time I met you. I was so far in over my head, and I didn't even know it.

We talked for a while after. Eventually, you had to go and I had work to do. We parted ways, but I didn't forget you. I remembered the girl with the curly hair and the books.

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My friends, Marc and Joen, convinced me to go out with them one night. The clubs and bars have always been their thing, but I never liked them. It was Joen's birthday, though, so they guilted me into coming out with them.

After a few too many shots and a multitude of bachelorettes at the table next to us, both of my friends disappeared with different blondes, and I knew they'd be occupied for a few hours at the least. I was the designated driver, though, so I had to stay.

I bought myself a drink. And then a second drink, when I started to feel a little sad. Then a third, when an hour had gone by and there was still no sign of my compadres.

Fourth, fifth, possibly sixth but I forgot, drinks went by. And then I was hammered. For some strange reason, I seemed to think it was a good idea to go dance. The floor was packed with people and they were playing some ramped-up version of a rap song. Girls were twisting and shimmying and shaking. Guys were leering. It just seemed like the place to be.

I was dancing, if you could have called it that, when I caught a flash of gold in the corner of my eye. I smelled a hint of rain and lavender and turned, confused. No. This wasn't your scene. There was no way that out of all of New York City, I happened to go to the same bar as you on the same night.

There was suddenly a hand, folded through mine, and I was being pulled back. Out and away. I caught a flash of blonde hair and storm eyes before I came back to my senses a little.

"Wait... I. Igotta..gotta driveee. My friends."

You laughed and it sounded like a river. "You, my friend, are in no shape to be driving anywhere. They'll get a taxi."

"My car..."

"Will be fine until morning. This isn't your kind of place, and you're going to get hurt, flailing around on the dance floor like an idiot. C'mon."

You pulled the door open with your other hand, still keeping a firm grip on me, and pulled me out into the humid night. We walked a little way, down a back street, and to an alley. I remember being vaguely concerned that I didn't know you very well, and maybe you were going to kill me.

I also remember clearly thinking that I'd be fine with that.

Your makeup was glittering in the light of the neon sign in the alley and you looked so beautiful. You were wearing this glittery dress that hugged all your curves and makeup to match. Your hair was all around your shoulders and your eyes were laughing. You looked so beautiful and I had forgotten everything in those blue eyes.

Maybe it was the tequila, or maybe I was just out of my mind, but I really couldn't keep my hands off of you. I grabbed your hips and slammed you against the brick wall in the back of the alley. And then I looked in your eyes for any signs of fear or anger or anything that told me that you didn't want this, but I saw nothing. Actually, that's not true. I saw hunger.

I kissed you. Deep and slow and burning. Like this was all I'd ever needed. And at that moment, it was.

You were making these little noises like you were a baby animal or something. These little tiny moans that heated my whole body up and set my blood on fire. Your fingernails were digging into the skin on my arms and your body was warm and your skin was smooth and I wanted all of it.

I wanted to fuck you, right here in the alleyway, and claim you as my own. Your head was thrown back and my mouth was on your neck and it occurred to me that whatever you were doing with your hips was going to break me, and I was about one more kiss away from ravaging you, this perfect, beautiful, stunning specimen of a woman, in a dirty, rat-infested alleyway. You deserved better treatment.

I pulled away and took in the full sight of you, breathing heavy, priorly perfect hairdo and makeup all messed up, glittery dress bunched up around your thighs. It took all I had to restrain myself.

The drinks weren't worn off, but during however long our stay in this alleyway had been, I'd recovered my ability to speak in mostly full sentences.

"Ms. Ocariz, I...would like to move this... somewhere much more private." You were still looking dazed, just staring at me with dull eyes from the wall where I'd had you.

Eventually, you shook off your stupor and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah my car is just around the block and my apartment is like two minutes that way." You basically dragged me all the way to your car, and I'm pretty sure you ran at least two red lights on your way home. While you drove, I rested my hand on your thigh, right under the hem of your dress. While not exactly the most proper place for my hand to go, you certainly weren't complaining.

We barely made it in the door.

The second the door was closed, you jumped at me and wrapped your legs around my waist I blindly stumbled forward until I found what I assumed to be a wall.

You weren't small, but I was strong and determined, so I did what I had to do.

In the span of about one second, my jeans were around my ankles with my boxers. You weren't wearing any. You tilted just barely to the side and then there was bliss. Perfect, complete, divine ecstasy.

You made this noise when I started to move, which nearly had me crumbling in the first minute. Your head was thrown back and you kept whimpering, like a lost puppy or some sort of wounded animal. And it was glorious.

You kept getting louder and louder and louder and your skin was so warm on mine. In mere minutes, you screamed out my name and bit my shoulder. I followed soon after, moving through both of our cries.

I was sweating and spent, but not done yet. I wanted more. I wanted to see all of you, kiss every inch of your skin. I let you down and as if reading my mind, you grabbed my hand and led me to your bedroom. You had a huge floor to ceiling window in your room, which you hadn't minded to put blinds on, and I could see why. Your room faced the entire New York City skyline and all the lights of the city were on full display, a beautiful show of colors and flashes.

Your gold dress had settled back down and you walked over to the window, touching the glass softly.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? All the people, going around on their own separate lives, not knowing anything about me. My insignificance is comforting."

I came up behind you and stripped off my shirt. I walked up behind you and pulled your dress off over your head, pleased to see you wore no other garments either.

You pressed up against your window and waited for me. I obliged.

Our breath mixed on the window and you made more of those noises that I liked so much. The night city illuminated your skin and I breathed in your scent, fresh rain and lavender. I wondered what made you smell like that.

After a while, my movements turned sloppy and I once again reached that peak of beautiful pleasure. You did not, which displeased me.

You seemed to think that we were done because you turned around as if to head to bed.

I gently caught your arm in my hand and pulled you back to the window. With careful precision, I lifted one of your legs and put it on my shoulder. Then I did something with my mouth that you really seemed to enjoy. It took a little while, but I'm good with my tongue, and soon I had to assist you in standing. When you regained your ability to function, you immediately dropped to your knees to do the same.

I stopped you though, pulling you back up for a kiss. You were tired, I could see it. That specific thing could wait for another day.

In the dull glow of the city lights, you pulled me into bed. Still naked, I embraced your body and pulled you very close to me. The room was rather cold and you were softer than any blanket I'd ever felt. That seemed to please you and you made a contented noise deep in your throat.

After a short time, I fell asleep in your arms.

----

I woke up to your ceiling. Which wouldn't have been so surprising, had you not painted a vast, sprawling rendition of Starry Night on your ceiling. The colors had been unnoticeable in the darkness of your room last night, but in the early morning light, the swirling colors and shapes were unavoidable.

You were still sleeping soundly, your breasts pushed against my back and your arms entwined around my waist. You pulled me very tightly to you and seemed unwilling to let me go. Slowly, I turned to look at you. Your makeup had been mostly wiped off, either on the wall or the window or the pillows. I didn't mind. It showed off all your freckles better. Your hair was draped across your arms and the bed and me, which I also didn't mind. It was much longer than I'd originally thought.

Carefully, I removed myself fro your embrace. Miraculously, it didn't wake you. I went around the room, grabbing discarded articles of clothing. I didn't bother putting them on yet, I could do that in the doorway, where you wouldn't wake up and see me. It was quite the feat, but I managed to grab all my clothes.

As I walked towards the doorway, I looked around the apartment. I'd been a little preoccupied last night and hadn't really taken much note of the scenery.

Everywhere I looked, there was beauty. Her apartment was decorated with Christmas lights, the warm-colored ones that look all aesthetic-y. There were also flowers everywhere, and books on every surface. In the kitchen, there was a living vertical garden of herbs and spices and an essential oil diffuser was emitting lavender scent. So that's where you got it from.

Your home was beautiful, and unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was beautiful, unusual, and most of all, it was interesting.

Standing there, in the doorway of your home, I thought about you. I thought about your hair and your eyes and that look on your face while you were reading a book for the fifth time, but devouring it like it was the first. I thought about your whimpers and your soft skin and the noises you made with my head between your legs. Thinking about all of it, I realized that I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay.

I dropped my clothes on your couch. I walked back into the bedroom and you opened your eyes when I flopped back down.

"Where did you go?"

"Bathroom," I said.

I put my hand at the apex of your thighs and we stayed like that for a very long time.

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Our first few months of dating went so smoothly that it was like a dream. At times I'd find myself wondering when I'd wake up and realize that I was still alone. It never happened. We spent most of our time at either your house or Java because I was fond of the people and you were fond of the coffee.

I told you about my people watching, and you wanted to know everything. We sat at my booth and you asked me to tell you about every single person who walked through the door. I was more than happy to do so. Every time I told you some little slice of another person's life, your eyes would light up. You often told me that I was your favorite storyteller.

My house was boring and yours was beautiful, so we spent our time there. During the day, I would sit on your couch among the lavender and the books, and I would write. The novel that I'd been trying to write for years was finally taking shape, and it was all because of you. During the night, your whimpers echoed through the apartment, and sometimes I had to cover your mouth as to not alarm the neighbors.

You were such a beautiful mystery, and I was such a broken adventure. We made beautiful stories and I remember every single one of them. I suppose that that is the issue with a photographic memory. I remember everything, from the way your face looked when you came, to the sound of your voice when you were about to yell at me.

At the beginning of our sixth month, we had our first fight.

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We were sitting in Java. You were reading and I was writing, and we were both content in our separate activities.

Our peace was interrupted by sobbing. There were only two tables being used, besides our own, and I knew instinctively who it was. May Paulsen often cried while she was here. It was the only time that she could stop pretending, and she took advantage of the opportunity.

She was crying harder than her normal pace. She liked to be discreet with her tears, and this was anything but. She was crying in huge, chest-heaving sobs and the sound was breaking your heart. I knew what you were going to do before you did it, just how I knew that I couldn't stop you.

You slid out of our booth and went over to her, quieting her with soft words and an arm around her. Together, you chatted quietly, helping her through her tears. Eventually, she quieted and you came back to our table.

I raised an eyebrow at you, asking silently.

"Today was Silvia's third birthday. She feels hopeless and depressed because of her situation, but she knew she couldn't risk her daughter."

"What did you say?" I dreaded your answer.

"I told her she needs to confront him. Both she and her daughter's suffering will last much longer if she does nothing."

I grimaced and sighed, putting my hand to my forehead.

"What?" You frowned at me and narrowed your eyes over the top of your reading glasses.

"Silvia isn't developmentally ready for a blow-out fight like that. She's three. Plus, it isn't our business and it isn't our fight. You should've minded your own beeswax.."

"She was suffering, and she needed advice. I don't know what you expected from me, Micah."

I said nothing, and neither did she. The silence lasted the drive home and over dinner. She turned her back to me when we went to bed. After seeing this, I left and went home to my own bed. I hadn't done that in weeks.

You remained mad at me for a week. We didn't speak. It was such a stupid fight and it was such an easy thing to fix, but I couldn't do it. You'd messed up my reality. I stayed separate from these people that I watched. I went unseen, and I knew their stories from afar. I didn't get involved, and I didn't make myself known. Those were the rules of people-watching.

You'd broken all of them.

When we got back together and made up, something was different. Something had changed in this perfect dynamic of ours and it ruined everything.

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We pretended like things were fine for months. We went on with our lives, did our thing, still had sex almost daily. But things weren't the same.

Part two on the way