#i will stop posting about this eventually

[currrsy]

THE OTHER SIDE

This post is about my OC's and the story about them! I have two settings, and this one is about "The Other Side", a horror drama about Floyd Bennett. CHARACTERS:

PLOT: In 2005, the main character, Floyd Bennett, a horror writer, moves to a quiet town called name and settles into a new big house. In the past, Floyd experienced a tragedy — he lost his wife and daughter in a fire. After several years, Bennett decides to start a new life by moving to a different place and fully immersing himself in writing.

After moving, Floyd explores the town and meets the local sheriff's assistant, David Sanders, at a store. David gives him his phone number in case Floyd needs help.

A few days later, Floyd begins to feel worse living in the new house: his migraines worsen, he often has nosebleeds, and he hears various sounds, as if someone is walking around the house, etc.

One day, he encounters a woman named Samantha near the yard, who tries to warn Floyd to leave the house. Bennett doesn’t listen to her, and Samantha leaves, saying that he is making a big mistake. Over time, Floyd's health deteriorates significantly. In the bathroom mirror, he notices the silhouette of a man with a slit throat.

Floyd perceives this as a hallucination and decides to just go to sleep. He dreams of a nightmare in which he gets a hand injury. Waking up in the middle of the night, he discovers that the injury is real. He decides to call David in the middle of the night to check the house. Upon arrival, David listens to everything that has happened to Floyd. He concludes that the writer's imagination has simply run wild and that he needs to rest. As David prepares to leave, he finds he cannot open the front door. Other doors are also locked, and the lights in the house stop working. Something does not want to let them out. Eventually, they encounter the man Floyd saw in the mirror; a long-haired man with a slit throat is approaching them. The walls of the house bleed, and objects shake and fall. In an instant, everything stops, and complete darkness descends.

When they come to, the men notice that the house has changed significantly: there are more rooms, the corridors have deformed and elongated. In simple terms, everything looks like a nightmare. They cannot find a way out, so they are left to explore the strange place (the other side) in hopes of finding another exit.

[sheeezu]

The only way to shift

1. Go outside.

2. Watch the birds fly around, you know, they're being natural and all that, so carefree they don't have a thought behind their thick heads they're just flying without a doubt.

3. Leave the phone inside. Delete all social media, stop being dependent on outside interference, its your reality, you don't need to read that exact same reddit/tumblr post a million times.

4. Did you bring a notebook and pen? Good. What is that question you wanted to ask that blogger? Write it down. Inhale exhale, eventually the answer will come to you. You already were going to answer as your assumption, who had taken the form of that shifting scholar blogger.

5. Good. You've done it. It's more freeing isn't it? You don't have to bow down in front of anyone, you don't have to rely on anyone anymore, you're free from societal pressures, the need for acceptance and wanting to blend in. You're a separate entity, you're the runaway, imagine you fleeing this reality in a small boat, pushing yourself far away from here, to your intended reality.

6. Anyway, anyhow you'll shift. Now that you stopped looking at others, pretend no one other than you knows about shifting. It's your own little secret, only you know how it works, logically.

Since shifting is so akin to freeing yourself from traditional outlooks on life, so should be its associated principles, a reality cultivates inside of you when you shift, I don't use harsh words but, isn't it stupid how you can go to lengths to find the solutions in an external environment which you've created?

7. Be that philosopher you've always wanted to be, in your world, having shifted. Only your perspective matters. Only you can have an opinion on yourself, how you define yourself. How you define the world around you, the circumstances around you, everything.

...

I couldn't be bothered to add any pretty dividers or images read if you want or don't.

[esotericbluntbaby]

compensation

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: going against your wishes, your boyfriend decides to fight another match after spraining his wrist the last time he boxed. injured, he returns home to his girlfriend, who can't help but feel more than just "angry."

mentions: boxer!hamzah, bf!hamzah, angsttt, female reader, sub! hamzah, blood, bruises, nsfw!

GUYS IM SORRY I FORGOT TO POST THIS PLS DONT KILL ME

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this was the first time that hamzah kept you in the dark, betraying your trust in him.

he was always a strong-willed, passionate boy; in fact, it was one of the things you found attractive in him. he kickstarted his youtube with his resilience and determination. giving up was simply not an option for him; one way or another, plan after plan, he'd get his goal even if it meant he had to cut off his limbs and sell them. if hamzah wanted something, he would get it, similar to a horse kicking whenever it's being restrained. though, normally, he knew when to stop pushing, especially when the cost was more than the benefit.

the last time hamzah boxed, his wrist fractured like a 6 year old cracks a wishbone. you, obviously, knew that getting hurt was apart of his hobby; you didn't like it, but you accepted that it was inevitable for some part of him to be banged up and broken. he allowed you to stay in the hospital with him during the time he was getting monitored, meaning that you were allowed to hear the doctor tell him that he had to wait 6 weeks to box again.

during the hospital visit, hamzah realized he had a match in exactly 5 weeks. you argued with him, telling him that there would be no way in hell that he'd be able to box until his wrist is fixed. of course, being as stubborn as a mule, hamzah argued back that he had to fight if his life depended on it. eventually, the night settled in as you laid in bed together that night, cuddling; he told you that you were right. reassuring you that he wouldn't be fighting, he kissed you goodnight. you thought you wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

that was, until tonight, an hour after the match: when hamzah walked in the front door, bloody and bruised.

his eye began to swell, darkening around the indents of his skull. the black eye that adorned his face was accompanied by a deep gash that exposed the layer beneath his skin. he looked at you with guilt plastered in his banged up face, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips being muted by the extent of his injuries. you didn't have to guess where he was: you felt betrayed by the fact that you knew exactly what he went out to do. alongside his injuries and deception, came a girlfriend who wasn't going to speak to him.

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not a single word was said when you grabbed his other wrist and walked to the bathroom with him; the room was filled with silence and guilt radiating off of him. he was currently sitting on the toilet seat as you rummaged around the medicine cabinet for materials that would help you fix his wounds. though you were upset, you weren't going to leave him to tend to his own injuries; you were still his girlfriend, after all. sitting on the floor, you grabbed his wrist to check how worsened it became.

"baby-"

"no, hamzah."

from your previous arguments, you knew that hamzah has a habit of overloading you with pet names. he knew he fucked up; you know he fucked up. him starting his sentence with "baby" helped you realize that he knew he's in the doghouse.

taking the textured, cotton gauze, you began to wrap his wrist with a softness that foiled your emotions towards him. you felt his eyes trained on you like the aimbot of a video game; his gazed fixated on every single movement you made. he noticed the way that you still looked so pretty even when you were mad at him. the way your face looked, tensed and full of agitation, created a pool of guilt that he swam in. he hated making you upset, but he simply needed to box. it was passion. it was commitment. he had to do it; at least, that's what he was telling himself. however, no matter how much he told himself that he had to fight, he knew it was wrong of him to go against your wishes and back. he knew you wanted the best for him and his physical being.

"i'm sorry. i shouldn't have gone tonight. i was being stupid and i shouldn't have went behind your back like that."

you listened to him apologize, yet, didn't respond. in fact, you didn't even look at him. there was no acknowledgement of his apology; it was almost like it never even happened in the first place. he needed to know how truly upset you were. instead, you focused on wrapping his wrist with a second layer of gauze, to keep everything in place.

"baby, please. just talk to me- i don't care if you cuss me out or give me hell for betraying you like that, just- please talk to me," his mannerisms were tense and rushed, "how do i fix this? how do i get you to speak to me? i'll do anything- i swear- you want me to quit boxing completely? i will. you want me to do all the housework in this house? i will- i'll do every single chore. shit, if even just sitting in a corner for days with no food or water would get you to speak to me, i'd do that. please, baby- please."

you finished wrapping the gauze by the time he finished his speech about what he'd do to get you to speak to him. you began to touch his face, examining the bruise on his eye and cheekbone like a scientist looking through a microscope. suddenly, he grabbed you by the cheek, forcing you to look up at him.

"i'm sorry. please, just speak to me. i'll do anything. talk to me. i just wanna hear your voice."

listening to him yearn for your voice made you feel a certain type of way. yes, you were mad. however, in a way, this whole situation was turning you on. you hated to admit it, but your boyfriend looked attractive with a black eye and bruised cheekbone. the fact that he was begging for you to speak to him made the sexual tension you were feeling within you even worse. his submissive side was creating a potion of ecstasy in your stomach; you wanted to see how far he'd go.

you sighed, "i don't know anymore, hamzah. you told me you wouldn't. i trust you less."

"i know, pretty, i'm sorry. i'll earn it back, i promise. i shouldn't have gone tonight. i was being an idiot."

standing up as his face followed where your eyes were, you rubbed it against his open wound, earning a wince from him as he gripped onto your waist. butterflies emerged in your stomach, causing you to feel similar to how light a fairy is.

"thanks for the warning," he said with sarcasm and irritation laced in his voice, opening his eyes from the hard shut he indulged in

"you don't deserve one."

he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to straddle him on the toilet seat. taking your cheeks, he cupped your face in his hands and sighed. he looked at you with a level of submissiveness you haven't seen in him. normally, hamzah was the dominant one; yet, you didn't mind that the roles switched.

"what can i do to get you to not be mad at me?"

"i dunno. you're a smart boy," you grabbed his cheek and stroked it with your thumb, "figure it out, baby."

you saw a lightbulb flicker on in his eyes. he sensed the tension in the room wasn't only angry, but there was also sexual tension in its silver lining.

"you want me to make it up to you?"

you leaned towards his ear, now whispering, "how are you gonna do that, hamzah?"

you felt something poke at your ass from beneath you, a slight twitch emerging from it too. your words made him as hard as a rock.

that's so fucking hot.

"baby, i thought you were mad at me."

"oh, i am. trust me, i'm fucking pissed."

he kissed you on the cheek, "i'm sorry."

he kissed you on the jawline, "i'm sorry."

he kissed you on the lips, "i'm sorry."

moving down to your neck, he kissed it longer than the pecks he gave you previously. you felt a sucking motion, as well as his tongue swirling on your sweet spot, shortly after. your breath got heavier, almost as if your lungs were being weighed down by hot air. your lips parted as he sucked a dark spot onto your neck.

"i'm sorry, pretty girl. forgive me?"

"not yet."

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "why not?"

"i need more than that."

"tell me what you need, pretty. i'll do it."

you leaned closer to his ear, kissing his neck and the area between, "you know what i want from you."

standing up from the toilet seat, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom. your lips began to intertwine with his as he walked through the hallway, your tongues melting together like two lollipops on a hot day. he laid you down on the bed, still kissing you with everything he had; he needs you to forgive him.

letting go of your lips, he moved closer to the edge of the bed, taking off your shorts and leaving you in your underwear. feeling exposed in front of hamzah was always nerveracking in your own way; however, this time it was different. you knew hamzah had to please you, leaving you with a newfound confidence.

"are you okay with this?" he asked, exhibiting a level of care that you were all too familiar with.

"do whatever you want to me, hamzah."

taking your underwear off, you were left laying on top of your sheets in a tank top. his arms wrapped around your legs like a snake to its prey, prying your legs apart with a sense of desperation.

"you're so pretty like this baby," he kissed the inner part of your thigh, "you're so fucking pretty."

he spit on the area between your legs, earning a subtle gasp from you. his tongue began to lap on you, dropping saliva on the area of you that was already wet. between your legs, you felt the roughness and neediness of his tongue. his hands squeezed your inner thighs as pleasure began to unravel the metaphoric yarn located in your stomach. hamzah was eating the fuck out of you, leading to your moans getting louder and louder with each and every movement his tongue created against you.

his tongue produced a dance that only the both of you would know. some parts were as fast as light, while other ones were full of yearning and slowness; he knew exactly how to balance it for you to feel the best that you could feel.

your hands made its way to his hair, "you're so pretty like this, hamzah. my boy- my pretty boy."

his movements got faster as his grip against your thighs tightened even more, as if you were going to fly away if he let go. similar to his hands, you squeezed his hair as his movements quickened in pace; you could feel the yarn unraveling like a rubber band about to snap.

"f-fuck- hamzah, i'm close-"

he kissed your core, before his tongue sped to a pace you haven't felt before. you watched him eat you out like there was no tomorrow, leaving loud moans echoing the room, before he felt you release into his mouth. kissing it once again, he looked up at you as his hands massaged the pillows that he was in between. you looked at each other with love while he watched your heavy breathing and fucked-out expression.

"forgive me?"

"i forgive you. please go box someone else, baby."

confusion was apparent in his face, "what?"

"you're so fucking hot when you're bruised and yearning."

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author's note!

this is so short omfg i hate using anatomical words for smut LOL more coming soon!

[mizusbabygirl]

double double ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

player 380 (se-mi) x fem reader AND guard 011 (kang no-eul) x fem reader ────୨ৎ──── cw: no-eul and se-mi both have a g!p (girl penis), threesome, creampie, unprotected sex, blowjob, masturbation, sexting??, some fluff bc why not

i’m incredibly sorry for not posting a lot anymore. i’ve just been really busy lately but i’ll still take requests because yes, i need more ideas 🙏🙏.

you dip your fingers deep inside your vagina, your fingers trace around your wetness, the pink flesh inside your pussy. soft moans escape from your mouth as you struggle to reach over to grab your phone with your unoccupied hand to record yourself fingering and playing with your pussy and send it to the girl who you’ve been crushing on since high school.

this love interest of yours has also had feelings for you but you two have never dated since your former classmates didn’t like the idea of same-sex relationships.

but now that you’ve graduated and you finally feel confident enough to do whatever the fuck you wanted, you finally found the chance to have contact with that girl again.

se-mi was her name, wasn’t it?

you thought to yourself as you tapped on the record button on your phone and continued pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy. you made a few fake moans to make it seem more lewd than it already was. you found yourself spreading your folds with your fingers, playing around with your clit and teasing yourself until you eventually came.

what if she forgot about me and found someone else?

you thought again as you saved the video into your camera and tossed your phone aside as you made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

she couldn’t possibly… she basically promised that she would give me the world back then.

you went back to your room and picked up your phone, starring at the “who’s this” message from her. you let out a big sigh and started typing away, explaining who you were, hoping she hasn’t forgotten about you.

“se-mi, you seriously don’t remember me?”

read

your head falls back against the couch’s backrest, feeling your phone drop out of your hands. your eyes become teary realizing that se-mi didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

2 months later

it was the day before valentine’s day and you were in your room snacking on chocolate bars and scrolling through instagram, seeing all your friends post their partners. you felt happy for them but you were tired of being single and alone. suddenly, you see a notification and to your surprise, it was se-mi.

a smile grew on your face as you immediately opened her message.

“hey, let’s talk”

seeing that message made you giggle, you finally thought the universe granted your wish and that you were finally going to be happy.

just as you were typing, an incoming call popped up on your screen.

it was her.

as you were calling with her, your brain flooded with memories that you shared with her back in high school. you felt like you were finally at peace for once. you felt like you finally have gotten what you’ve wanted.

after the call, you both agreed to go on a date at a local restaurant the next day for valentine’s day.

“my pretty girl, i’m sorry i haven’t answered you for so long, nonetheless, i’m also sorry i never even tried getting in contact with you again after we graduated,” se-mi said as she held your hand tightly as the two of you walked out of the restaurant.

you stopped and watched her reach for something in her bag, she pulls out a letter along with a small gift box.

“it might not be much, but this sure is given to you by me with lots of love. happy valentine’s day,” se-mi said as she handed the gift and the letter.

you held the small box in your hands. curiously, you open the box carefully and find a small pink beaded bracelet. it was the bracelet she wanted to give you back in high school.

“se-mi, how did you manage to keep it for all these years? you really haven’t forgotten about me haven’t you?” you smiled.

“no. in fact, i’ve always dreamed about the day we could finally start dating and perhaps start a future together soon,” se-mi said and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

you starred into her deep dark brown eyes, her gaze looking soft and full of love that made you want to pull her into a kiss.

you missed the feeling of her soft lips meeting yours, her tongue entering your mouth, her taste, her soft whines. but here you are, experiencing that all over again.

you found yourself under her, her body pressed against yours, on top of you on your bed. both of you felt hungry for each other and the fabric of your clothes began to feel uncomfortable as if you were urging to take them off to feel her bare skin against yours.

“baby, before i take my clothes off,” she hesitated as she broke the hot make out session between the two of you, “i want to share a secret of mine to you”. se-mi rolls off the bed and unbuckles her belt. you tilt your head, you curiously wonder what type of secret she was hiding from you.

just as you began unbuttoning your shirt, she unzips her pants and pulls them down, revealing her grey boxers.

“you wearing boxers is your biggest secret?” you giggled but your smile eventually faded away as soon as you saw a bulge. your eyes widened as she pulled them down.

she has a dick..? it definitely looks real but it looks bigger than average…

you felt your pussy getting wet at the sight of her dick becoming hardened. so you immediately undress yourself, leaving yourself only wearing a pair of pink panties that will soon be torn apart by the hands of se-mi.

“se-mi…” you whined as her tip teased your clothed pussy. “you know.. it would’ve been funny if i told you about this back then so that way i could be pounding your pussy all day everyday in the school bathrooms,” se-mi giggled as she spread your thighs.

“oh baby..!” you moan out loudly as se-mi reaches over and rips open your panties, revealing your tight pussy covered in its own juices. you lick your lips at the feeling of her hard member about to enter your tight pussy.

se-mi rubs her tip around your slick, making you whine and feel frustrated since she kept edging you.

oh but how much she loves watching you whine and get all fuzzy when she teases you…

just before you could stick it in yourself, you feel her push her dick inside you, causing you to scream. “oh fuck.. never knew it was that fucking huge!” you let out a loud moan as she started thrusting inside of your baby maker slowly, but hard.

you could see the satisfaction se-mi had on her face and she looked fucking proud having her new girlfriend act like a slut for her dick. she watched you crave for it, savour it, watched your pussy devour it whole.

“you know,” she spoke up, her voice sounding quite raspy, “there was this girl that went to the same school as us and she also had a dick like me”. her thrusts accelerated but her main goal was to beat your cervix deep and hard, no matter the pace.

“her name?” you spoke in between moans. “kang.. hmm i don’t remember…” se-mi answered, her thrusts creating wet slapping sounds that mixed perfectly with her moans and yours.

“well for now.. it doesn’t matter, doll,” se-mi’s voice became gentle as she was about to cum. “oh fuck!” se-mi yelled out as she gave you a creampie, her hot cum filling up your womb.

you squirm around the bed feeling her hot load mixing around in your womb. “se-mi..” you moan, her body collapsing on top of yours. “her name was kang no-eul,” se-mi whispered into your ear.

2 months later, you and se-mi were constantly getting into arguments, meaning your relationship with her wasn’t working out how you wanted it to. but what she doesn’t know was that you recently started talking with no-eul.

yeah, you’re an asshole for that…

but are you really one? besides, se-mi wasn’t fulfilling any of your needs, not even the bare minimum. so what does she expect? does she expect you to still stay with her even though your relationship with her is in the ruins?

you don’t remember much about no-eul. all you remember from her is how she used to get in trouble at school a lot and how she constantly dated many girls at once. you never liked no-eul since you thought she was a jerk and an asshole. but you came to think about how she could probably have matured by now and how she could probably be better than se-mi.

the air felt warm, the flowers outside went from being small buds to beautiful colourful flowers with petals of all shapes and sizes. it was may and you recently have broken up with se-mi since you found no-eul now, and you realized how much better she is than se-mi.

you and no-eul weren’t dating yet but today the two of you decided to go to the mall as a small date. no-eul had a thing for constantly touching your thighs, hugging you, caressing you, even in public. you never minded it though, in fact, you loved it.

as the day was ending, no-eul had to go home but you didn’t have a lift so you went in her car. the ride home wasn’t awkward at all since the two of you were listening to songs on the radio that the both of you enjoyed.

“don’t you want to stay at my house for the night instead?” no-eul suggested as she parked outside of your home. you shaked her head, rejecting her offer since you weren’t comfortable enough yet. but as a way to build comfortability with her, you leaned in and gave her a peck on her cheek. “i’ll see you later, i promise,” you said as you gave her another kiss on her cheek and then you got off the vehicle.

that night, your feelings for her began to grow and so they did as the week went by.

“fucking brat,” no-eul grunted as she pushed your head against the bathroom stall the two of you were having sex in. your back was arched and you were bent over, taking her dick inside you. she pumped her dick in and out of your pussy and asshole.

she was so fucking advanced at this…

anyone who entered the bathroom could hear the moans and fast slapping sounds coming from the stall the two of you were in.

“fucking tempting me all day with you wearing a skirt and you only wore a pair of panties with a hole in them underneath, fucking pervert,” no-eul said as she put her finger inside your mouth as she kept thrusting inside your pussy. “don’t pull out,” you spoke up, your saliva coating her fingers as she put another one in. “you want me to breed you?” she asked using a sarcastic tone. you nodded. “you seriously want my cum dripping out of your pussy in front of everyone? have fucking morals,” she asked again, thrusting in slowly but hard, clearly giving signs that she was about to bust a nut inside of you.

“oh but how could i ever want to pull out? your gummy cervix feels so stretchy and warm,” she giggled as small spurts of her seed spurted inside of you. she gave her last thrust and pushed her dick inside of you, as deep as possible as her cum filled your cunt. it didn’t have much difference to se-mi’s cum. but you could tell se-mi’s was much more watery and no-eul’s was thick and sticky.

she pulled out, a string of her cum connected between her tip and your pussy. you turned around and adjusted your skirt and put your panties back on quick, not having enough time to wipe off her cum from your thighs and pussy.

“let’s go to my house at this point.. you’re going to feel uncomfortable all day if you walk around like this,” she said, giving you a kiss on your lips.

just as soon as you entered her home and she shut the door behind y’all, she unzipped her pants, bent you over, lifted your skirt, pulled down your panties and began fucking you relentlessly again. “take off your clothes please, oh fuck, i want to see your tits and everything,” no-eul said, her voice reeking with lust.

she threw you onto a nearby couch, you quickly took off your skirt and unhooked your bra, and took off the rest of your clothes.

she threw herself onto you, her tits pressing against yours, she gave you sloppy wet kisses on your lips. her nipples became hardened and turned into a bright pink color as she entered you again. this time, it slipped inside of you perfectly since her dick was covered in her own pre-cum and your pussy had her left over cum still dripping out of you. “you’re so hot, mommy,” you whimpered as she threw your leg over her shoulder and felt her jack hammering inside of you, beads of sweat coating her forehead. “mommy, eh?” she giggled, clearly feeling aroused by the pet name you gave her.

“come on baby, i want you on your hands and knees now, and don’t forget to arch that back,” she ordered as she randomly pulled out and saw you follow her order. instead, the upper part of your body laid on the couch making it better for you to arch your back as much as possible.

she slipped it in again, she gave your ass a sharp slap. her hands gripped onto your sides, thrusting in deep and fast.

“your ex.. se-mi.. wants to see you again,”

later that evening

you were laying next to no-eul, cuddling with her until you heard your phone ringing. you reach over to pick it up and took a look at the phone number that was calling.

it was se-mi.

“no-eul, you were right!”

“pick it up then, let’s see what she has to say,”

you answer the phone, and hear se-mi’s voice. you haven’t heard her voice since the day you broke up with her.

“i’m outside of no-eul’s but you can tell me to leave,”

“no, no, it’s fine—i’ll go unlock the door for you,”

“great, thanks,”

“before you hang up, why’re you wanting to see me again?”

“we’ll talk about it when you let me in,”

you hung up the call then turned to look at no-eul, who was listening to the entire conversation. “i’m not stopping you,” no-eul said. “but she’s my ex—aren’t you worried she might want to get back with me,” you added.

“and is that my problem? besides, you know who’s better,” she said then reached over to caress your cheek. you sighed, “fine”.

you opened the door and saw se-mi standing in the doorway. before you could at least say hi to her, she walked right past you and went directly towards no-eul.

could it be that no-eul asked se-mi to come over?

“slow down! fuck!” you yelled out as se-mi bounced you up and down onto no-eul’s dick.

here you are, having a fucking threesome with your ex and your current girlfriend.

“your pussy really loosened up after getting with no-eul, didn’t it?” se-mi giggled, her hands lifted your body up and down onto no-eul faster and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore. “too bad you can’t see how pretty she looks right now, bouncing up and down on you, no-eul,” she teased.

no-eul scoffed, rolled her eyes and said, “and too bad you couldn’t be a good girlfriend for her so she had to run to me.”

se-mi furrowed her eyebrows and stopped what she was doing. you got off of no-eul’s lap then watched se-mi push you onto the bed. you laid on your stomach and felt se-mi grip onto your hips and pulled you towards her. “se-mi.. i missed you,” you uttered. se-mi, with a smirk on her face, began to fuck your pussy from behind relentlessly. she didn’t care about starting off slow or gentle, she went fast and rough, her tip hitting the end of your cervix with each pound.

“no-eul, don’t you want to join?” you asked. no-eul got in front of you, pulling your hair, making your head lift up to look at her. “of course i do,” she said. “open your mouth, baby,” no-eul ordered as you opened your mouth slightly.

“good girl,”

no-eul slipped her dick inside of your mouth while se-mi continued pounding you from behind.

this would make a great porno, wouldn’t it? the title for it could be double double.

too bad no-eul was actually fucking other girls whilst the two of you were dating. she never matured.

se-mi was really the one for you. afterall, despite the ups and downs, she always stayed loyal and she knew your heart only belonged to her.

[runninriot]

when it's love, it lasts forever

another fill for my @steddiebingo card

prompt: mixtape | rated: T | wc: 1.733 | tags: post Vecna, established relationship, romantic fluff, reminiscing about the past | also on ao3

   “Oh my God!”

Eddie’s stunned voice filters in from the other room, causing Steve to stop what he’s doing. He sighs, feels mocked by the piles of clothes still scattered around the room, waiting to be organised into the newly put up dresser.

Steve cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, trying to ignore the dull ache in his muscles. He is tired. Exhausted from the long drive, physically drained from loading and unloading the van, from carrying boxes and furniture – there’s so much that still needs to be done, which is why he hates to leave his task unfinished.

But curiosity wins, so he walks into the living room to find his boyfriend sitting on the floor with his back turned, surrounded by boxes he was supposed to unpack. Instead of him stacking up the bookshelf like he said he would, it seems like something else must’ve caught his attention. Not that that’s new; Eddie gets so easily distracted sometimes. Steve doesn’t mind, has long since learned to keep up with his boyfriend’s antics – he’ll get there eventually and a little distraction doesn’t hurt anyone.

   “What you got there, babe?” Steve asks when he walks closer, trying to look over Eddie’s shoulder to see what’s gotten him all excited.

   “I can’t believe you still have that.”

Eddie blinks up at him with big, round eyes that have gone all soft, revealing the small treasure he’s cradling in his hands.

It takes Steve a moment to recognise it but when he does, his heart does a little flip.

   “Oh.”

He crouches down to get to Eddie’s level, can’t help but smile when his eyes catch the familiar drawings on the paper inlay peeking through the plastic case – the two bats in the centre, one with nails and one with wings; a heart in the top left corner with their initials in its middle, and a scatter of flowers to fill the empty space. Eddie’s handwriting at the top, ‘THIS IS MUSIC!’ screaming back at them in bold letters.

   “Of course, I kept it,” Steve finally says after clearing his throat, feeling oddly sentimental now. “I kept all of them. Everything.”

It’s true. Steve has kept every little piece of memorabilia he collected over the years. From the movie theatre ticket stub of their first unofficial date to the little note Eddie had left after spending the night at Steve’s for the first time. From the faded and wrinkled flyer of the first Corroded Coffin show Steve ever went to, to the mixtape in Eddie’s hands.

Maybe he should feel embarrassed about it, but instead of making fun of him for being such a sap, Eddie just smiles, eyes so full of love that Steve’s insides turn into a mushy, gooey mess.

   “This one’s my favourite,” he confesses, stroking a thumb over the case whose scratched surface shows all the signs of passing time and overuse.

   “It was all I listened to for weeks.”

He’s not even exaggerating, knows every song on the tape by heart from listening to it on repeat. Played the cassette so many times it’s a miracle it didn’t break, unwind or outright combust.

   “God, I remember how nervous I was to give it to you. So scared you’d hate it.”

Steve remembers, too, can see it so clearly before his mind’s eye.

After spending months in physical recovery – after Death had unsuccessfully tried to snuff out his life – Eddie had finally gotten the all clear from his doctors. ‘I’m as good as new,’ he’d announced when he entered the Harrington home, a six-pack of beer in one hand, joking about being ready to get drunk on his first sip after having been forced into abstinence for so long.

Eddie and Steve had become quite close during their time of healing, when everything kind of seemed on hold while Hawkins slowly came out of the state of shock it had been trapped in for months.

For the most part, people had thankfully remained unaware of the true horrors, eating up the highly dubious cover-up stories they’d been fed by the government. But Steve and Eddie and their little band of misfits had a lot of coping to do. Kept holding on to each other, finding strength in the support of their tightly knit circle of friends to deal with all the shit they’d been through together.

Despite everything, Steve would be lying if he said that he wished none of it ever happened because without it, he never would’ve learned what true happiness feels like. Would’ve never gotten to know Eddie the way he had after the almost-end of the world.

It was then, in their time of dealing with the aftermath of their final war against hell, something had started to sprout and bud inside of Steve.

Something that grew and kept growing until it was in full bloom, impossible to ignore anymore. Until, with a bang and a crisis and a lot of emotional support from Robin, Steve finally realised that what had blossomed over time, was actually love. Love born out of trauma and friendship and trust and survival.

They hadn’t talked about it then, that day Eddie came to celebrate his newly recovered life with him. But even though his own feelings had yet to be formed into words to be spoken aloud, Steve had noticed a shift in Eddie’s demeanour over the course of their growing closeness. Had this lingering impression that maybe he wasn’t the only one having to deal with a riot of unsorted, confusing feelings.

He could sense how nervous Eddie was that day. Could feel the crackling tension between them when they were sitting side by side on the back porch, brushing fingers when passing their shared cigarette from one to the other.

    ‘Got something for you,’ Eddie had said after finishing his beer, cheeks red, eyes cast down to where his right hand kept playing with the pocket of his jean vest.

   ‘What is it?’ Steve had asked in return, sounding breathless for reasons unknown to him at the time.

That’s when Eddie retrieved a cassette from his pocket, a mixtape he said he’d made just for him, with songs that reminded Eddie of Steve and songs he wanted Steve to listen to because they meant something special to him. And all Steve could do was stare. Stare and wonder and hold his breath, scared of opening his mouth, of possibly saying something he’d regret. Not realising how long he must’ve stayed quiet. So long in fact, Eddie started to pull back the hand holding the tape.

   ‘It’s- it’s stupid. Sorry.’

After weeks of fighting himself, Steve couldn’t hold back any longer. Couldn’t fight the urge anymore, the overwhelming need to break down the last remaining barrier that had kept him from finally telling Eddie the truth.

Only he didn’t say what he wanted him to know and instead, balled his fist in Eddie’s shirt to pull him in, crashing their lips together without warning. Kissing him in a way he’d hoped would be enough for Eddie to understand what he was trying to tell him. Pouring all his feelings into every press of lips, letting love spill from his tongue.

Love Eddie reciprocated in a way that was almost too much for Steve to handle – unashamed and unfiltered, confessing his feelings like it was the easiest thing to do.

That night, after Eddie had gone home, Steve lay in bed, not asleep but with his eyes closed, listening to the mixtape Eddie had made for him. Letting the music take him back to the moment in the Upside Down, brushing shoulders with the frazzled, doe-eyed man on the run – ‘Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat’s head off onstage?’ – laughing at himself for how clueless he’d been about so many things.

Steve has learned a lot since then. Not only about the seemingly endless list of things Eddie’s interested in but also, more importantly, he learned so much about himself.

   “Wanna listen to it while we ignore the mess and get to the good part of finally having an apartment to ourselves?” Eddie winks at him, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes telling Steve everything he needs to know.

   “You mean jumping into our new, giant bed so you can cuddle me until I fall asleep?”

   “Something like that, yeah.”

Tomorrow, Steve will be mad at himself for letting Eddie seduce him with his dorky charm, when he wakes up to the chaos of all the boxes still unpacked. And Eddie will be mopey as hell when he realises that they haven’t even recovered the coffee maker and cups from whatever cardboard prison they’re still stuck in.

But right now, none of that matters. Not when they’re kissing and touching each other to the sound of the music that means so much to both of them, memories locked in songs, every beat of drum a matching tune to their hearts’ rhythm. Sating their hunger for flesh and that deeper kind of love. Holding each other close in the comfort of their intimate bubble of you and me while Eddie – Van Halen, not Munson –  strums his guitar and sings along to the voice of Sammy Hagar, filling the background with a song that feels like it was written for them.

    How do I know when it’s love?

    I can’t tell you but it lasts forever.

    How does it feel when it’s love?

    It’s just something you feel together.

Later, when the music has long stopped and Steve allows sleep to slowly take a hold of him, he remembers the words and silently agrees. Love isn’t something that can be categorised into how or when or why. It’s something you just know is there because you can feel it in every part of your being. It’s something you can share through touch, and show through little things, and express with words – but even without all of that, there’s no doubt that their love, just like the song rightfully claims, is made to last forever.

It’s the essence of Steve’s existence, the one thing he can always hold on to, no matter what. This love for a man whose appreciation for life – after almost losing his fight against death – makes every day extra special. A man who constantly reminds him of how beautiful life is, and continues to make it so.

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Febuwhump Day 8: Bleeding Out

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

a/n3: sorry Pierre but I’m not gonna give you the perfect no damages season that you had

y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: what a year it’s been…from car crashes to new girlfriends to lessons in menacing, 2024 you have been a dream!

I want to thank Redbull for taking a chance on me — hopefully I was worth it! Max, you have been absolutely the best teammate I could have asked for! Oscar and Logan, I am so glad we got to fulfill our dream of racing together this year! And Mr. Fenando sir it’s been a pleasure! I’ll make sure to make use of all of your advice!

One last race left! Abu Dhabi here we come!

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user1: anyone else catching those threatening tones in that last sentence??

↳y/n_rb: what tones???

↳user2: the very sweet tones you always talk in!

↳y/n_rb: that’s better!

↳user1: girl you’re kinda scary…

↳y/n_rb: 😁😁😁

oscarpiastri: you’re being suspiciously nice…what did you do!

↳logansargeant: why is my mom calling me!?! What did you do!!

↳y/n_rb: 😁😁

↳oscarpiastri: did you seriously call our mothers to plan a group vacation?

↳logansargeant: I want to use winter break as a time to get away from you! Stop invading my family time!

↳nicolepiastri: boys please be nicer to y/n! She was so kind to invite us on a European trip this winter!

↳oscarpiastri: stop trying to steal my mom!!

↳y/n_rb: who’s trying? I already won liked by nicolepiastri, hattiepiastri

↳oscarpiastri: I’m throwing things at you 🍎🛞🪨

user3: girl don’t remind us you haven’t been resigned yet 😭😭

user4: sooo did you like take actual notes from Alonso’s lessons or…

↳y/n_rb: if I told you, I’d have to kill you

↳redbullracing: y/n you can’t say that. please refer to the handbook, page 229

↳fernandoalo_oficial: Puede que ella no pueda pero yo lo haré. She might be able to but I will.

↳user5: i can’t believe we all forgot about her grid father 🙈 liked by y/n_rb

maxverstappen1: It certainly was…an experience…having you as a teammate

↳y/n_rb: don’t lie! I know I’m your favorite

↳danielricciardo: those are fighting words!

↳y/n_rb: bring it old man Aussie!! I bite

↳danielricciardo: stop calling me old! And threatening to bite me

↳oscarpiastri: it’s not a threat — she does

↳user6: if Daniel is old man Aussie — what are Oscar and Mark?

↳y/n_rb: baby Aussie and ancient Aussie

↳user6: 😂😂😂

↳aussiegrit: kid…

↳oscarpiastri: do you see what I have to put up with? redbullracing please don’t resign her

↳y/n_rb: well that’s fucking rude!

↳redbullracing: 🫢🫢🫢

↳y/n_rb: wait what does that mean?!?

francisca.cgomes: Mon amour! My love!

↳y/n_rb: run away with me

↳pierregasly: I’m gonna run you over

↳y/n_rb: try it!

alexandrasaintmleux: Ce fut un plaisir de faire votre connaissance cette année! It was a pleasure to get to know you this year!

↳y/n_rb: my offer still stands! I can treat you so much better

↳charles_leclerc: S'en aller! Go away!

↳alexandrasaintmleux:😘😘

↳charles_leclerc: Alex…

↳y/n_rb: haha

user7: I’ll certainly miss you terrorizing everyone…

↳y/n_rb: even if I’m not a driver, I’ll still be doing that!

↳charles_leclerc: fuck

↳pierregasly: non

↳oscarpiastri: please no

↳y/n_rb: 😁😁

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f1: and that’s major contact between redbullracing’s y/n_rb and alpinef1team’s pierregasly. This is not the first time this season these 2 have crashed together. The race is currently under red flag as the marshals work to clear the track of debris.

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user8: of course it was those 2…

user9: they couldn’t resist one last crash to finish off the season could they…

user10: it’s taking a while for the marshals to remove them from the car isn’t it?

↳user11: yeah…it doesn’t usually take this long unless something has happened…

↳user12: god I hope they’re both alright…

user13: did they have to bring in extra medical cars???

↳user14: they did — it’s not looking good…

↳user13: fuck

f1gossippage

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f1gossippage: during the beginning laps of Abu Dhabi - y/n l/n and Pierre Gasly made contact that resulted in a red flag. After a lengthy delay, extra medical cars were called to the site of the crash where both l/n and Gasly were cut from their cars. They were both rushed from the scene — it looked like they were bleeding out pretty badly…

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user15: I was right above them — it did NOT look good but they were both seemingly conscious

↳user16: Jesus…at least they were conscious?

↳user17: that is a good sign (I think)

user18: has anyone official said anything?

↳user20: not that I could tell but the race has been started again…

user21: I can’t even imagine going out again to race after seeing that crash

↳user22: those drivers are stronger than me for real

user23: listening to their radios right now — everyone keeps asking for updates on them!

↳user24: are they getting updates?

↳user23: everyone is being told that there are no updates yet

↳user24: ugh…

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HARPY MY LOVE!

May I request a fic with RE2 Leon getting an awkward boner and needing the reader to deal with it? I feel like you would write this deliciously. You can chose to make him a sub or a needy Dom whatever you think is best!

ILY and hope you have a great day x

I love you I love you I love you

Also I'm making this post re2 events + SUBBY LEON.

I listened to Ayesha erotica while writing this

Nsfw !! ↓↓↓

Okay hear me out hear me out

You're at an event with Leon, his becoming of an agent. He's having fun, you're having fun, the drinks are flowing perfectly.

You're all sat at a table, making conversation and just having a good time.

It's all fun and games until Leon notices how tight his pants now feel, awkward much. He tries his best to ignore it, but it's difficult to with how he's now throbbing with need. And it doesn't help when you notice and slide your hand up his thigh, stopping right at the front of his pants and palming him

thank god for table clothes

Eventually you end up in the bathroom, the place you were at was so fancy it had its own sofa in the bathroom. Which you gladly sat Leon down on as you pulled his cock out and got to work

You straddled his lap, lips locked as your hand stroked him, your thumb subbing the tip every now and then until it was a mess, coated in pre and the obscene wet sounds bouncing off the walls

Leon looked so cute, his face bright red and flustered as he fought back his whimpers with the fear that someone could talk in on you both.

That was no good, you decided. Hiking your dress up to your hips and pulling your panties aside, it made it much for difficult for him to hide his whimpers and whines when your slick walls were wrapped snuggly around him

His hands placed themselves on your hips and you began to bounce on him like your life depended on it. He was so big, managing to hit all the right spots with so little effort, it almost turned your brain into mush too.

"baby, fuck, you feel so good"

You swore you could see tears of overstimulation in his sapphire blue eyes before he stuffed his face in the crook of your neck

He was always so sensitive

Your hips went down as his went up, sending shocks of bliss up both of your spines. A loud, sharp whine came forth from his throat as your walls clamped around him, hard.

He clearly wasn't worried about being walked in now, he had nothing to lose as your pussy sucked him in. Leon's big hands slid up your waist, pulling the neckline of your dress down until your chest was exposed. His mouth immediately got to work as he shoved his head forward.

Attempting to muffle his needy moans as he tongue swirled around your perked nipples, your hand tangled itself in his golden locks as you let your eyes roll back in bliss.

"you feel so good inside me, baby. So big"

You praise through pleasured pants, you tighten around him when you feel his dick twitch inside of you. with the way his moans and whines started to increase in volume, and the desperate bucking of his hips, you knew he was getting close

"c-can I come? Pleasepleaseplease let me come, I've been so good, please- wanna cum"

His eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack.

"yes you can, such a good boy, come for me"

In a attempt to somewhat silence himself, he leaned to kiss you. Though you were quicker, pulling him away with a sharp tug to his hair. A noisy, erotic whine ripped through him, bouncing off the walls as he came. Hard.

He seemed to fill you up forever with his massive load. you soon joined him, moaning in ecstacy as you coated his cock and your thighs in slick. The combined highs dripping onto the pristine, white tiled floor of the bathroom.

"d-did I do good?"

Leon panted, his forehead slick with sweat, and a tired disheveled look coating his form.

You smile, brushing back his damp hair and pressing a kiss to his hairline

"you did amazing, love. c'mon, let's get cleaned up" you stick a final kiss to his lips "we still got a party to get back to"

After that, the rest of the night went smoothly.

And a few extra rounds happened when you got home

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When World's Collide - Part 1

Jannik Sinner x Williams Race Strategist!Reader The comeback of Williams is shocking the world, and reader is basically the face of it. Sinner first witnesses her in the paddock in all her glory, and she might as well have had him by the balls since then. Of course, neither of them have discovered that yet... but they will... oh what's that? She just moved to Monaco? Oh, figures Totally don't have to be an F1 fan to follow this one, I feel! Part 2 here

All eyes were on Williams Racing this year, the buzz around the team had grown louder with the new faces and each passing race. Ever since you’d joined as their new race strategist, the team had been on an undeniable upswing. Wins were starting to pile up for the first time in years, and while the credit wasn’t solely yours, the media and fans couldn’t seem to stop dissecting your unconventional methods. Your rapport with drivers Carlos Sainz and Alex Albon, frequently on display in post-race celebrations and social media, only added fuel to the fire. Some called your strategies ruthless, others called them genius, but everyone agreed—you'd quickly become one of the most captivating figures in the paddock.

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It was a particularly thrilling race weekend when Jannik Sinner first saw you in action. Eager to experience the adrenaline of an F1 paddock once again, he had happily accepted the invitation from distant friend and Williams' newest driver, Carlos Sainz. He was an avid fan of the sport and Sinner, along with many others, was following the surprising resurgence of Williams with fascination. When he arrived at the paddock, he hadn’t expected to be as intrigued by one person as he was by the entire spectacle.

You were standing in the heart of the Williams garage, headset on, hands animated as you strategized with the engineers and drivers. Even from a distance, your energy was magnetic. During their brief interactions between obligations, Jannik couldn’t help but ask the drivers about you.

“That’s our new strategist,” Alex Albon answered with a grin. “She’s half the reason we’re not dead last anymore. But don’t let her charm fool you—she’ll cut your throat if it means getting the win.”

“She seems… intense,” Jannik said, still watching you.

“She’s also hilarious. And way too smart for her own good,” Carlos added. “You should meet her later. She’s fun.”

---

A few weeks later, in between two of F1’s double headers, Jannik was at a café in Monaco with Charles Leclerc. It was a rare day off for both of them, and they were enjoying a quick catch up on a sunny morning when Jannik suddenly froze mid-sentence.

“Isn’t that the Williams strategist?” he asked, nodding toward the door. You’d just walked in, looking a little frazzled but no less striking.

Charles turned to look, breaking into a wide smile. “[Your Name]!” he called out, waving you over.

You spotted him and hesitated for only a second before making your way to their table. “Charles! Fancy seeing you here.”

“This is Monaco,” he teased. “You’ll see everyone here eventually.”

You laughed, then gestured to your somewhat disheveled state. “I’m in the middle of moving, actually. Just stopped for coffee before diving back into cardboard hell.”

It was then that you noticed Jannik, and your expression shifted slightly, a touch of awareness settling in. “Sorry, I’m interrupting. Hi, I’m [Your Name],” you said, extending a hand.

“Jannik,” he said, shaking your hand with a small smile. “Nice to meet you.”

Charles watched the exchange with thinly-veiled amusement, his eyes flicking between the two of you like he was filing away notes. You recovered a little slower from the introduction than you should have, turning back to Charles.

“I’ll probably see you around,” you said. “I have plans with Alex later this week.”

“Of course,” Charles said, grinning. “And maybe Jannik will see you around too.”

You laughed lightly. “Maybe. Nice meeting you, Jannik.”

As you walked out, Jannik’s eyes followed you and Charles chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “You’re in trouble, mate.”

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Later that week, you were hanging out at Charles and Alexandra’s place, sipping wine and catching up. Toward the end of the evening, Charles returned home and found you and Alex laughing on the couch.

“You should ask Charles,” Alexandra said, nudging you with a grin.

“Ask me what?” Charles asked, leaning against the doorway.

You groaned, your face heating up. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

Alex smirked. “She wants to know if Jannik Sinner is single.”

Charles whooped, pointing at you. “I knew it! I knew there was something at the café.”

“Stop,” you said, burying your face in your hands. “Please don't say anything to him.”

“I have to do something” Charles teased. “For the record, I don’t know if he’s single, but I can find out.”

"No, Charles, please stay out of it. Don't ask." you begged more deliberately. "If I ever do see him around again, it'll be so awkward."

"Okay... your loss. I am a brilliant wingman." He said, walking out of the room with his hands up in surrender, but not before you caught the smirk on his face.

You weren't convinced. "No, seriously though," You tried once more.

"No promises." You heard him call out from the other room.

You sighed dramatically, and looked back at Alex with a rejected expression. She was still covering her laugh with a hand.

"They're not so close," she tried to reassure you, "they only catch up every so often."

You could only hope you ran into him before Charles did.

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With some luck, you did.

A few days later, you were back at the same café, sitting for a quiet moment before a day of unending meetings. You hadn't expected to see Jannik walk in shortly after, like you'd secretly hoped to each time you went. He scanned the room after he gave his order and when your eyes met, you waved. He smiled back and, to your surprise, approached you.

“How’s the move going?” he asked as he towered over your table.

“Almost done,” you said. “I’m hosting a housewarming soon, too. Having a sort of deadline helps."

"Moving can go on forever." he said agreeably.

There was a lull then, he looked back at the counter for his order with his hands in his pockets and you reached for something to say.

"You should come," you land at, hoping you managed to sound casual and sincere at the same time, "Charles and some others I'm sure you know will be there, so at least a few familiar faces.”

He looked a little surprised by the offer, but nodded anyways. “I’d like that.”

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The housewarming was a lively affair, filled with faces from F1 and a few new ones. You'd manage to fix up your new apartment enough to feel comfortable flooding the cramped space with neighboring friends and co-workers. Jannik arrived with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers—your favorite ones, too, though he had no way of knowing that. It took an embarrassing amount of effort to tell yourself not to run with that as some sort of cosmic sign.

“You didn’t have to,” you said, taking the gifts with a smile.

“It was nothing,” he said simply.

Throughout the evening, he mingled easily, catching up with Charles and Carlos while occasionally glancing your way. You, meanwhile, were in your element, effortlessly moving between your guests, cracking jokes, and making sure everyone felt welcome.

At one point, you escaped to the kitchen to get a head start in cleaning up. Jannik found you then, and only took a moment before rolling up his sleeves.

“Need help?” he asked.

“Oh no, that's okay–” you started, but he was already reaching for a dish towel.

The two of you worked side by side, chatting easily. When he complimented your decor and the completion of your apartment, you laughed and admitted, “There are still so many unpacked boxes hidden away, I only have enough dishes out for the party. My bedroom is a disaster.”

“Can I see?” he said, his tone curious, "It can't be so bad."

You hesitated, then led him to your room. It was small but cozy, with your bed half made and the walls beginning to be dressed in artwork and random clippings. It was also, true to your word, overflowing with boxes. Some were haphazardly stuffed under your bed, but it was clear that you had given up trying to conceal them at some point as most of the stacks had settled on every free surface. Jannik smiled as he took it all in.

“It’s… very you,” he said.

You laughed. “I don't know how to take that, honestly.”

"Aside from the boxes of course." He clarified teasingly, his smile shining.

He went to sit on what you hoped was one of the more steady stacks of boxes. Now his eyes were level yours and his knees brushed your legs. You vaguely heard the commotion from the living room, but the air in your bedroom had fallen completely still. As you looked back at him, you found yourself taking a silent step forward, almost unconsciously. He widened his legs for you and reached out to the belt loop at your side, gently tugging you closer.

In that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. Neither of spoke or leaned closer, and he adjusted his palm to fold around your hip now, his grip gentle and steady. He reached his other hand upwards towards your face, and you didn't dare breath.

Then came a loud shout of your name in the hallway. You both startled, whatever spell there was between you now broken.

His hand dropped and he released his hold on your hip. You cleared your throat and stepped back, before calling out in response. You glance back at Jannik and he was biting back a smile, looking at the floor. When he looked back up at you, you couldn't help but let out a little laugh with him. Shaking your head as you reluctantly left the room to see out your guests.

Somewhere during your stream of goodbyes, Jannik had come out of your room to join the others situating to leave at the doorway. Charles and Alex were the last to remain, along with Jannik.

“We’re heading out,” Charles said while throwing you a knowing look, and you prayed he'd stop there.

Luckily he stayed silent, as Alex delivered the last goodbye, “Thank you for the great night.”

After they left, Jannik hesitated. “I should probably head out, too,” he said.

“I mean, only if you want,” you replied, your tone was light but your heart skipped as you said it.

He stayed. The two of you talked late into the night, but what charged between you earlier now laid dormant. You didn't want to risk the flow of your of conversation with some mistimed move. So you walked him out some time after midnight, with no real acknowledgment of whatever moment almost happened back in your overflowing bedroom.

Instead, he rocked back and forth on his feet at your doorway. You smiled up at him as he thanked you again for the invite. The night ended with a careful hug and a promise to see each other again.

When you finally wound down for the night, you couldn't help but enter your room, in all it's cardboard glory, with this unyielding warmth in your chest.

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Part 2 here

Thanks for reading, I so appreciate any engagement showing you liked the fic xx

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that post you reblogged about pressuring people to cum reminded me of something that bothers me. how do you know if you've cum? does it really feel that noticeably different? i get a thing where it feels slightly more good than before but like in a fraction kinda way. like 1/10 better than before. and then i feel so tired i can't stay awake. is that cumming? if it is then what the hell it sucks and i hate it

So like. Yes and no.

Oooh this is such a good question anon. You have no idea, let me see if I can break this down into something coherent.

Orgasm is an intensification/culmination of sensory and psychological pleasure that combine to basically flood the brain with various fundamental hormones. These hormones tend to leave people feeling really physically relaxed (or even sleepy!) But that doesn't always correlate to actual sensation based pleasure.

So for a REALLY long time, I "couldn't cum". And it felt a lot like you describe. I would start getting close, and this sort of scrambled frantic feeling would happen, and there would be a little uptick in the sensations, and then it would wash away feeling super muffled or even entirely gone and leaving me feeling frustrated and exhausted. And eventually I started having BETTER orgasms and realized that yeah. Those were orgasms. In the kink world, they are sometimes called "ruins" because they are "colloquially" a "ruined orgasm" that is stopped just on the edge of reaching it. It tends to feel....upsetting and intense if it's not the sort of thing you're into in that moment. If I'm not in the right headspace I can literally just burst into tears and get really fucked up emotionally for hours after.

But no, not ALL orgasms are like that. There are resonances, like the gradual swell of pleasure, the risk of it slipping away if your head isn't in the right place for what you're doing (esp if you have any anxieties specifically around sex or intimac, and the way it may leave you overly exhausted after. But orgasms are as much psychological as they are physical. Part of the point of the post you mentioned is that pressure to reach orgasm as an inherent or necessary part of sex tends to REALLY fuck with the psychological factors of orgasm.

Case in point, one of the best orgasms I've ever had had absolutely zero touch from my partner except an "anchor" (their hands in my hair). My partner just kept talking to me through the whole experience and the relaxation, anticipation, and intimacy ended with an orgasm strong enough to briefly black me out.

Conversely, I've had REALLY GOOD SEX where the orgasm just couldn't come no matter what because of the headspace I was in, and as much as I was enjoying myself, the more the orgasm escaped me, the more frustrated I got until eventually we had to stop or I was going to have a tantrum. It didn't matter that we were doing things I liked or that felt great, it could have been the literal best sex in the world, and if I tried to force an orgasm, or got overwhelmed by the lack of one, I'd still fully ruin it for myself.

I have a MUCH easier time with orgasm now that I literally don't care if it happens. And that isn't the point, a guarantee for others, or why people should stop treating orgasm like the pinnacle of sex, but it's still relevant.

Pleasure is a sensation, an emotion, and a state of mind. Give yourself the space to learn how all three best align for you! You might like where you end up.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

David Horsey, Seattle Times

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

February 7, 2025

Heather Cox Richardson

Feb 08, 2025

Maya Miller of the New York Times reported today that the congressional phone system has been jammed with tens of millions of calls from outraged constituents contacting their representatives to demand that they stand against President Donald Trump and his sidekick Elon Musk as they unilaterally dismantle the United States government and gain access to Americans’ private information. The Senate phone system usually gets about 40 calls a minute; now it is up to 1,600.

On Wednesday, Nicole Lafond of Talking Points Memo reported that Senate Republicans were not especially concerned about Musk and his Department of Government Efficiency team rampaging through the federal government, figuring that Musk won’t last long and that the courts will eventually stop him. Today, Musk posted on X: “CFPB RIP,” with a tombstone emoji. The Consumer Financial Protection Bureau has recovered more than $17 billion for consumers from fraudulent or predatory practices since it began in 2011.

Trump seems willing to let Musk continue to run amok through the government while he becomes a figurehead. Today he posted on his social media site that he has fired the chair and members of the board of trustees of the Kennedy Center, saying they “do not share our Vision for a Golden Age in Arts and Culture.” He promised to announce a new board, “with an amazing Chairman, DONALD J. TRUMP!” “For the Kennedy Center, THE BEST IS YET TO COME!” he wrote.

U.S. District Judge Carl J. Nichols, who was appointed by Trump in 2019, is less impressed with the direction of the Trump administration. Today, he blocked it from placing more than 2,000 employees of the United States Agency for International Development (USAID) on paid leave. Trump and his allies have claimed—without evidence—that USAID is corrupt, but Steven Lee Myers and Stuart A. Thompson of the New York Times reported today that the disinformation making those claims on social media posts, for example, comes from Russia.

Senator Angus King (I-ME) took his Republican colleagues to task yesterday for their willingness to overlook the Trump administration’s attack on the U.S. Constitution. King took the floor as the Senate was considering the confirmation of Christian Nationalist Russell Vought as director of the Office of Management and Budget. Vought, a key author of Project 2025, believes the powers of the president should be virtually unchecked.

King reminded his colleagues that they had taken an oath to “support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies foreign and domestic” and noted that the Framers recognized there could be domestic enemies to the Constitution. “Our oath was not to the Republican Party, not to the Democratic Party, not to Joe Biden, not to Donald Trump,” King said, “but…to defend the Constitution.”

“And…right now—literally at this moment—that Constitution is under the most direct and consequential assault in our nation's history,” King said. “An assault not on a particular provision but on the essential structure of the document itself.”

Why do we have a Constitution, King asked. He read the Preamble and said: “There it is. There's the list—ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, ensure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity.” But, he pointed out, there is a paradox: the essence of a government is to give it power, but that power can be abused to hurt the very citizens who granted it. “Who will guard the guardians?” King asked.

The Framers were “deep students of history and…human nature. And they had just won a lengthy and brutal war against the abuses inherent in concentrated governmental power,” King said. “The universal principle of human nature they understood was this: power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

How did the Framers answer the question of who will guard the guardians? King explained that they built into our system regular elections to return the control of the government to the people on a regular basis. They also deliberately divided power between the different branches and levels of government.

“This is important,” King said. “The cumbersomeness, the slowness, the clumsiness is built into our system. The framers were so fearful of concentrated power that they designed a system that would be hard to operate. And the heart of it was the separation of power between various parts of the government. The whole idea, the whole idea was that no part of the government, no one person, no one institution had or could ever have a monopoly on power.”

“Why? Because it's dangerous. History and human nature tells us that. This division of power, as annoying and inefficient as it can be,… is an essential feature of the system, not a bug. It's an essential, basic feature of the system, designed to protect our freedoms.”

The system of government “contrasts with the normal structure of a private business, where authority is purposefully concentrated, allowing swift and sometimes arbitrary action. But a private business does not have the army, and the President of the United States is not the CEO of America.”

In the government, “[p]ower is shared, principally between the president and this body, this Congress, both houses…. [T]his herky-jerkiness…this unwieldy structure is the whole idea,... designed to protect us from the…inevitable abuse of an authoritarian state.”

Vought, King said, is “one of the ringleaders of the assault on our Constitution. He believes in a presidency of virtually unlimited powers.” He “espouses the discredited and illegal theory that the president has the power to selectively impound funds appropriated by Congress, thereby rendering the famous power of the purse a nullity.” King said he was “really worried about…the structural implications for our freedom and government of what's happening here…. Project 2025 is nothing less than a blueprint for the shredding of the Constitution and the transition of our country to authoritarian rule. He's the last person who should be put in the job at the heart of the operation of our government.”

“[T]his isn't about politics. This isn't about policy. This isn't about Republican versus Democrat. This is about tampering with the structure of our government, which will ultimately undermine its ability to protect the freedom of our citizens. If our defense of the Constitution is gone, there's nothing left to us.”

King asked his Republican colleagues to “say no to the undermining and destruction of our constitutional system.” “[A]re there no red lines?” he asked them. “Are there no limits?”

King looked at USAID and said: “The Constitution does not give to the President or his designee the power to extinguish a statutorily established agency. I can think of no greater violation of the strictures of the Constitution or usurpation of the power of this body. None. I can think of none. Shouldn't this be a red line?”

Trump’s “executive order freezing funding…selectively, for programs the administration doesn't like or understand” is, King said, “a fundamental violation of the whole idea of the Constitution, the separation of powers.” King said his “office is hearing calls every day, we can hardly handle the volume. This again, to underline, is a frontal assault of our power, your power, the power to decide where public funds should be spent. Isn't this an obvious red line? Isn't this an obvious limit?”

King turned to “the power seemingly assumed by DOGE to burrow into the Treasury's payment system” as well as the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services, with “zero oversight.” “Do these people have clearance?” King, who sits on the Senate Intelligence Committee asked. “Are the doors closed? Are they going to leave open doors into these? What are the opportunities for our adversaries to hack into the systems?... Remember, there's no transparency or oversight. Access to social security numbers seem to be in the mix. All the government's personnel files, personal financial data, potentially everyone's tax returns and medical records. That can't be good…. That's data that should be protected with the highest level of security and consideration of Americans' privacy. And we don't know who these people are. We don't know what they're taking out with them. We don't know whether they're walking out with laptops or thumb drives. We don't know whether they're leaving back doors into the system. There is literally no oversight. The government of the United States is not a private company. It is fundamentally at odds with how this system is supposed to work.”

“Shouldn't this be an easy red line?” he asked.

“[W]e're experiencing in real time exactly what the framers most feared. When you clear away the smoke, clear away the DOGE, the executive orders, foreign policy pronouncements, more fundamentally what's happening is the shredding of the constitutional structure itself. And we have a profound responsibility…to stop it.”

King’s appeal to principle and the U.S. Constitution did not convince his Republican colleagues, who confirmed Vought.

But today, Illinois governor J.B. Pritzker took a different approach, trolling Trump’s claim that the Gulf of Mexico would now be called “the Gulf of America.” Standing behind a lectern and flanked by flags of the United States and Illinois, Pritzker solemnly declared he was about to make an important announcement.

“The world’s finest geographers, experts who study the Earth’s natural environment, have concluded a decades-long council and determined that a Great Lake deserves to be named after a great state. So today, I’m issuing a proclamation declaring that hereinafter Lake Michigan shall be known as Lake Illinois. The proclamation has been forwarded to Google to ensure the world’s maps reflect this momentous change. In addition, the recent announcement that to protect the homeland, the United States will be purchasing Greenland, Illinois will now be annexing Green Bay to protect itself against enemies foreign and domestic. I’ve also instructed my team to work diligently to prepare for an important announcement next week regarding the Mississippi River. God bless America, and Bear Down [a reference to the Chicago Bears football team].”

—

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[wrencatte]

Febwhump Day 6: Forced to Stay Awake Post Survivor. Merrin POV there's very little "forced to stay awake" but intention is there

master post

The Mantis is quiet. Not like the dead, though she wishes that were so. The dead sing, they scream, they whisper. This is too much like nothing at all.

Merrin leans against the wall, her hand buried in Cal’s hair where he lays next to her, arms wrapped around her leg, face pressed to her thigh as another tremor wracks his body and pulls a whine from his lips. She soothes him the best she can with what she can, carding her fingers through his hair, careful to avoid the head wound. It doesn’t do much. His body is painfully tense, his teeth clenched so hard her own jaw aches in sympathy.

Eventually the worst fades and he lets out a sigh. One eye peeks open, bright with fever and pain as he looks up at her through the dim.

“You don’t have to stay,” he slurs even as his arm tightens around her leg. Merrin shakes her head.

“I do not have to,” she agrees. “I want to.”

Cal closes his eyes again, breaths hitching.

She feels when the next wave of pain comes before she sees it. The way his fingers dig into her trousers, the overlay of bruises from where he’s gripping her too hard. Merrin hasn’t said a word about it. Hasn’t flinched. Hasn’t blamed him in the slightest for the pain. Not when he’s gasping and then choking on it, his feet kicking feebly as pain engulfs him again like clockwork.

Merrin hunches over him, shushing and murmuring words of comfort in tandem. Nothing they’ve done has helped. No drugs, no magick, no Force will take his pain and let him sleep. If he could sleep, this would be easier. Sleep through the worst of it. Sleep through this living nightmare. But the cocktail of drugs in his system keeps him awake and aware, keeps him feeling every single moment of pain.

They had wanted to torture him. Make him pliant to their questions. They received no answers because Cal is strong and stubborn and instead got a pissed off Nightsister and Jedi Master tearing their base apart. Now they can only wait for the drugs to leave his system naturally. Now, they can only watch as he suffers.

When this bout of suffering eases, Cal goes limp. For a moment, there’s hope that he’s finally passed out, but when Merrin tilts his face, she’s met with hooded, red-rimmed eyes that plead for her to make it all stop. His miserable expression brings tears to her own eyes. She would give anything to help him. She traces the contours of his face, thumbing away tears. He closes his eyes with a sigh.

The door whooshes open to let Cere in. She doesn’t bother asking for an update. The Force tells her all she needs to know. Instead, she sits on Cal’s other side, untucks the warmed cool pack from under his shirt and replaces it with a fresh one. Cal murmurs something under his breath too quiet to hear, and he unspools a little more. Cere settles a grounding hand on his arm as the knots retighten and he whines, gripping onto Merrin once more.

“I can stay with him,” Cere says quietly. Merrin shakes her head. She strokes his temple where sweat slides down to mix with tears, brushing it away before it starts pooling. “You need to sleep, Merrin.”

It seems unfair to sleep when Cal cannot. “A little longer,” Merrin murmurs.

Cere doesn’t sigh. She also doesn’t leave.

[ficandkaboodle]

I’m having a drive-by thought.

Specifically,

How Would the Papas React to Glow-in-the-Dark Condoms

Primo: He’s not impressed by it. You can’t tell if it’s the novelty of the contraception or if it’s because he has to wear one. Make no mistake: Yes. He’ll wear it, though. He’s just going to make sure he stays in you as long as possible so he doesn’t have to look at the thing. (Secretly, he kinda likes the glowing red rubber. He can pretend it’s blood and he’s got a bloody dick, never mind that the type of red is so cartoonish it could never pass for it. He’ll never admit it to you, but the regular condoms will just happen to disappear until you’ve used up all the red ones.)

Secondo: His face is stone cold, offsetting the intended heat of the bedroom. He either bought these in such a hurry that he somehow failed to notice, or he got them as part of a goody bag party favor gifted to attendees of DomConCon. Either way, he wishes you’d stop laughing and cooing at his radioactive schlong. He’ll try and spin it a sexy way, threatening to fuck you stupid so you can’t laugh, but it’s too late. He knows you too well to think it’ll end even if he leaves you thoroughly fucked.

Terzo: “WHOA, HANG ON, HOLY SHIT!!” You either bought them in a hurry or a ghoul grabbed a box on a trip to town for supplies. Whatever the case, Terzo is amazed. He’s swaying his hips, he’s helicopter dicking, he’s making lightsaber noises. He’s making godawful puns and jokes about his “one-eyed, big-horned fucking purple people-meater.” You’re frustrated at first because you’d been dying to have him all day and now everything is getting derailed because he’s inviting you under the covers not to join together as one, but to join together in fun — of looking at how his dick glows in the purple rubber. Pretty, soon, though, you’re laughing it up, too. (Don’t worry, you eventually get to have sweet, giggly sex. Turns out the condoms make for good emotional and mental foreplay.)

Copia: Copia is also caught off guard, but in a slightly less enthused way. “GAH!!” he exclaims in his little Cardi Way as he catches sight of his cotton candy blue cock. Talk about your blue balls! Meanwhile you’re howling, having waited all night to see him react to the contraception you purchased for your night in. Once he calms down, he’s a little marveled by it (“I didn’t even know they made em like this.”) He gives experimental thrusts, he uses those deliciously evil thrusts he does onstage. …And yes, he does lightsaber noises and misquotes Star Wars. He is, after all, related to Terzo. Once all and yourself are said and done, the post-but clarity gets to him and he’s a little shy. He makes sure to cover up the bathroom trash bucket with miscellaneous things so the soft blue glow of the used condom isn’t visible to him, otherwise he’ll blush.

(BONUS/BONE-US)

Nihil: It doesn’t matter if it’s old Nihil or young Nihil: He is amazed. He is Terzo’s father. He is poking at it and jokingly calling it his “Goldmember”. Wait until he hears about the scented condoms —

[jaehaeryshater]

Ygritte and her daughter Bael Whitewolf

art by: @nautieval

I am so grateful that my oomfie worked on this commission for me. This is literally my fifth Ygritte commission 😭😭😭 at this point I’m her biggest fan. I think that it turned out so beautifully. It’s also the first art I’ve paid for that includes Ygritte’s daughter beyond the fashion sheet Nata made me for the entire House in December. I love Ygritte and I love Bael, I’m so happy to see them together and see Ygritte as a mom. Obviously she has many faults and is a violent person, but at least with small children she canonically does have a soft spot and I think she would have loved being a mother so long as she didn’t have to compromise who she was a person.

This is from my AU where Jon becomes King Beyond The Wall before he abandons the Freefolk. The AU predicates on the theory that the Others will only negotiate with a Stark and that all other attempts to get rid of them will fail (obviously I don’t think this is true canonically but the AU is if it’s true), based on the very first chapter of AGOT where the Others were communicating over Royce, perhaps they were wondering whether he was a Stark, which would mean they should capture him instead of killing him. It actually isn’t all that relevant if it’s true, only if the Freefolk believe it is. Mance wants the best for his people and he wants them to survive, so he passes his metaphorical crown to Jon. That’s when Jon forms House Whitewolf and he marries Ygritte since he decides he will try to negotiate with the Wall instead of going back to them entirely (his need to feel important and needed of his own volition, especially since his brother was also King, is also a factor as to why he stays). Please please please, I am begging you, don’t complain that he’s married to Ygritte instead of Val. This all occurs without the Battle of Castle Black and with who Jon is as a person, the responsibility he feels he owes, and the fact that he believes he is in love with Ygritte, is the reason that in an attempt to maintain as close of a character as he was in the books, he marries her. If you want an AU where he marries Val, I encourage you to make it because it is quite fun to do. Back to the timeline, Bael is born on the march down to the Wall, where Jon is hoping he can get the Freefolk through. They don’t stop for long for her birth, only during Ygritte’s labor, then they continue, as time is of the essence. Bael is Jon’s heir until her brother is born three years later, which is a foreign concept to the Freefolk as they previously did not pass Kingship on that way. But she shares Jon’s blood and should Jon come to pass, she would be their only hope of ever communicating with the Others. She’s also important in the negotiation with the Wall as Alliser tries to coax Jon into giving up all his demands and surrender himself for execution as long as they let Bael and Ygritte through the Wall.

Ygritte is a very good mother and protective of her daughter. She loves her with all her heart, as does Jon, but as Jon is incredibly busy, she does have a special connection with her oldest child. She raises her up like a Freefolk woman and she’s as soft with her as a quencher of the Freefolk could be expected to be. She’s so proud of the human she’s created and that she has fulfilled her ultimate person from the Old Gods. When Jon is off in battle, she serves as a regent in her daughter’s best interest.

I have a whole headcanon post for this AU and House Whitewolf, if anyone is interested. I posted it on either November or December. I cover everything from Bael to the rest of the children, the children’s hobbies that are influenced by indigenous cultures. I talk about where the Freefolk eventually settle as well as what changes Jon makes to their culture and how him being King is different than Kings of the past.

I cannot think @nautieval enough, they honestly got this out really fast for me and didn’t need a lot of references. The art is super pretty, their commissions are open as of now so I of course encourage anyone and everyone to reach out and purchase a commission from them.

[daycourtofficial]

Take a look at my girlfriend

Pairing: Nesta x reader | WC: 4k | warnings: smut, drinking, oral (f!receiving and giving)

Summary: Based on this request - Nesta runs into Cassian post break-up, accidentally calling you her girlfriend, leading to a night of confusion and revelations

Author’s note: this is for @sjmromanceweek !!! Happy first kiss (and more!). Also I’m retconning Nesta being sober just for her to be hot and tipsy okay she deserves it

Rita’s was packed tonight - the entire city of Velaris was in the club it seemed, nonstop ordering drinks.

It was the first warm day in ages - warm enough for fae to bask in the sunlight during the day, but the nights were still cold enough to need a coat.

Or, it seemed, enough alcohol to keep you warm on the walk home.

Nesta was four drinks in, her cheeks dusted with a light pink from the heat and the alcohol. She moved through the crowd, back to the table the two of you occupied with Gwyn and Emerie, a drink in each hand.

She moved through the fae quite easily, her tall frame easily navigating the crowd. She slid back into the booth next to you, pressing a little closer to you then necessary.

If she was asked, she would say the crowd pushed her a bit harder than she expected. But really the alcohol in her system just made her hold back less when it came to you.

“Thank you, thank you!” You pressed your lips to Nesta’s cheek in thanks, taking your drink from her. “I was too ambitious with these shoes - I’d never make it that far.” You giggled, leaning into her side as she settled in next to you. You looked past Nesta, looking at the crowd of people drunkenly dancing, and Nesta was grateful your attention was away from her warm cheeks. 

Nesta turned to face Emerie and Gwyn, the two friends making kissing faces at Nesta when you weren’t looking. She rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics, the two of them desperate for Nesta to make a move on you.

“She likes you, Nesta.”

Nesta had pushed past Gwyn, trying to avoid having this conversation again. Gwyn shot out a hand, stopping Nesta.

“The sooner you admit it to yourself, the happier you’ll be.”

For weeks now, her two best friends had done little else except reenact the conversations between you and Nesta, with overzealous touches and giggles galore.

Nesta missed not having friends.

She looked away, avoiding their antics, when a large body in the crowd caught her eye. 

Cassian.

His red siphons glowed faintly, one on each wrist glowing in the low light of Rita’s. Nesta ducked her head, hopeful to avoid the encounter, but it was too late. You prodded her side with your elbow, pointing her to Cassian’s wave across the bar.

“Go say hi.”

You nudged her out of the seat, and before she could comprehend, she was walking across the floor of Rita’s, her shoes sticking slightly to the floor with each step before stopping in front of Cassian.

He looked genuinely happy to see her, but Nesta knew that was just the kind of male Cassian was.

Cassian looked behind Nesta, seeing you at the booth talking to Emerie and Gwyn. He smiled, glad that Nesta hadn’t used the breakup as an excuse to hide away from her friends.

The breakup had been mostly amicable. A series of hookups had led to them dating for almost a year before realizing they weren’t that well-suited once they tried to live together. 

Nesta hadn’t minded him when they saw each other a few times a week, but their lifestyles were too incompatible for cohabitation. Nesta preferred quiet mornings so she could ride her Peloton, whereas Cassian woke up ready to chirp about anything and everything. Nesta preferred nightly baths to unwind from her workday, whereas Cassian preferred time together to unwind. Reason after reason piled up, causing resentment to build until eventually they just couldn’t make it work. 

She had been sad - she knew it was coming, but it didn’t hurt any less. She hadn’t seen him around much these past few months, having heard from Emerie that he was seeing someone new.

That tidbit hadn’t made her upset, but standing before him, the need to feel some kind of win over him took control of her mind, the stress of the last few weeks culminating in the biggest lie of Nesta’s life. 

“She’s my girlfriend.”

The words came tumbling out of Nesta’s mouth before her brain could register them. The alcohol flowing through her caused her to not even realize she hadn’t actually said hi to him.

Cassian’s eyebrows raised, nodding softly. “Uh, okay. Yeah, I can see that.” Nesta’s brain was short-circuiting at his words, unable to take in Cassian’s nonchalance at her lie.

“I didn’t even tell you who I was talking about.”

If Cassian noticed the edge to Nesta’s voice, he didn’t let on.  

“I always figured she had a crush on you. You two make sense.”

Nesta balked, “me?” This was a very convincing lie, she was sure of it. She quickly straightened her spine, adopting an air of confidence. “It’s just - new. She never told me she’s had a thing for me for that long.”

Her eyes met yours across the bar, your enthusiastic wave at her sending butterflies through her stomach.

“‘Course she did. I went drinking with her one night and she told me how lucky I was because you were..” He scratched his head as he trailed off, looking for the exact words you had used. “A sexy bitch who could step on her’ or something like that.”

Cassian took a sip from his drink, “glad to see you’re doing well.” He reached his arm out, wrapping his hand around Nesta’s bicep. “Especially glad to see you still work out! You look great, Nes.”

Cassian’s smile never faltered as he walked away, and Nesta could make out the top of Rhys’s head from the direction Cassian was headed. 

He seemed chipper. And sober.

Meaning he’d likely be here for the rest of the night.

Nesta slunk back to the booth as you moved to make room for her, but she reached out a hand and grabbed your wrist. 

“Can we talk somewhere private?”

Emerie and Gwyn sipped their drinks quietly, giggling to each other. When Nesta looked at the pair, they made kissy faces at her as you maneuvered out of the booth, ignoring the middle finger Nesta sent to them behind your back. 

“Is everything okay?”

The look of concern etched on your face made Nesta want to kiss the space between your brows. Your voice hushed as you asked, “did Cassian say something?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I- um.. I told him something.” You stared at her, your balance wobbly as she looked at you.

Shit. Nesta felt immediately bad about this idea. You were already drunk, having pregamed with a few shots of tequila with one of your friends before meeting up for girl’s night. Nesta looked down at her feet, ashamed of her silly lie.

“I told him we were dating. It just kinda slipped out, but I think he’s staying here so would you- could be my girlfriend for the night?”

Your mouth parted in an ‘o’ shape, and Nesta could tell your brain was trying very hard to figure out what she was saying.

“We’re dating tonight?” You laughed, and Nesta’s heart sank at the sound. “I had no idea, this is great!” 

“Really?” Nesta asked, not trying to mask the hopeful tone of her voice.

“Yeah!”

Before Nesta could do anything, you grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down to your mouth. Nesta melted into the kiss, the way you pressed against her, blocking out the whoops and hollers from her friends.

Your hands settled on her hips as she held onto your neck, your tongue swiping into her mouth in a way that had heat pooling in her core. 

The places that tongue could go.

The kiss was all consuming, every hesitation Nesta had ever felt around you fell off like clothes at the end of the day. Another thing she wanted to see come true - you in her apartment, clothes slowly falling off. She didn’t really care what happened or where so long as you kept your mouth on hers.

A cough disrupted the two of you, but you didn’t jolt from Nesta’s arms. You pulled your lips away, Nesta’s own lips following after you. She was certain she’d hear about that from Gwyn and Emerie later.

Your head tucked itself into Nesta’s neck, giving off a bashful look to whoever disrupted you. As Nesta offered a withering stare to whoever interrupted, she only found a bored male watching the two of you. You grew bored very quickly and began nipping at her neck, your teeth unsatisfied with how pale her skin was. 

“You’re in the way.” Nesta’s stare deflated, her arm circling your waist to move you as the fae sidestepped the pair of you. She pulled you with her, back to the booth her friends were in, their faces were smug as they watched the two of you the rest of the night. Drink after drink, you didn’t let Nesta go, always touching some part of her. Every so often your hands would travel up her thighs, first just sitting there, until they began wandering further and further up.

Nesta’s breaking point had been when your hand dipped below the fabric of her dress, getting close to her underwear. She had to have some semblance of self control, otherwise she would let your fingers glide inside of her right here in front of everyone.

“We should get out of here, go to sleep.” Nesta stood quickly, nearly knocking the table of drinks over. She said a quick goodbye to your friends as she ushered you to the door.

“I wanna stay here and make out with my girlfriend.” Your shouts over the music gave Nesta pause before she grabbed your wrist, pulling you through the bar until the cold night air hit you both. She hadn’t realized how stifling the club was until now, the cool air a much needed balm to her skin.

You continued your clinginess, hands and arms desperate to touch every inch of Nesta as she tried to walk the two of you down the block that separated Rita’s and her apartment. It was every late night fantasy come true, but filled with an extra layer of annoyance.

“Stop it.” Her tone was harsher than she was going for, an admonishment while trying to get her keys into her door lock. She felt proud as the door swung open, safely getting the two of you back to her apartment. 

All pride deflated once she turned and saw the look on your face. Your face resembled that of a kicked puppy - wobbly lip, big, sad eyes. You were half turned away from her before she ran a hand down your arm, leading you inside.

“What’s wrong?” She shut the door behind you, guiding you to her couch before sitting down next to her.

“Do you not like me?”

It felt like a punch to Nesta’s stomach. Before she could explain, you were blabbering again, the words falling from your tongue too fast to stop.

“Because I thought- I thought you did and Gwyn was helping me. She got you that romance book with the females to see how you felt about it.”

Nesta wasn’t entirely certain what to make of Gwyn’s recommendation at the time, assuming it was her form of teasing Nesta for her little crush on you and how the cover had two women who resembled you and Nesta. She didn’t want to hear Gwyn gloat about how quickly Nesta read the story, or how it gave her new things to think about when she was alone at night. 

And how she’d reread certain scenes over and over again, imagining the two of you in place of the main characters.

“I do like you.” The words were hard for Nesta to get out - you had been looking up at her the same way you had looked at the paintings at the art gallery you two went to a few weeks ago and Nesta couldn’t take it. “A lot.”

Your squeal caused her to pull back from you, the sound a surprise to her ears. The space she had created between you two was enough for you to move your hands around Nesta’s hips, pulling her toward you before placing sloppy kisses on her neck. Nesta short-circuited at the feeling of your lips on her collarbones and she quickly grabbed your face as she felt your mouth moving lower over her sternum.

“Sweetheart, you’re drunk.”

“But you like me and you told Cassian you’re my hot girlfriend.”

Nesta’s knees buckled at how unwavering your voice was.

Hot girlfriend.

“Now’s not the time, pet.” Your hands wandered her body, leaving goosebumps as your eyes and hands focused on her breasts. Your fingers lightly pinched her nipples, causing Nesta to gasp lightly.

“I can be your little pet, just tell me how to please you, Nes.”

Your words were accented with you pushing your face directly into Nesta’s chest, kissing all of the exposed skin you could find. Her fingers threaded your hair momentarily before pulling your head back.

If Nesta had known how horny you got when you drank, she would have taken you out for drinks much sooner than she did.

“Sweetheart, let’s go to bed.”

Your eyes lit up at her words and she practically choked on the sweet aroma of your arousal.

“Not like that - let’s just cuddle for tonight, okay?”

You nodded enthusiastically, and before Nesta could blink you had your dress slid off, the fabric now lying in a pool on the floor. You had bent over to undo the clasps on your heels, nearly falling over before Nesta set you on the bed, kneeling down to take off your heels for you.

She made the mistake of looking up, seeing you in nothing but your underwear, the scent of your arousal finding her nose once more.

Mothers tits, were you making this difficult on her.

She got your shoes off before standing up, and you watched with wide eyes as she pulled her top off before undoing the ties on her pants, pulling them down over her muscular thighs. 

You were practically drooling at her toned body, and as Nesta turned to find a nightgown, you grabbed her hand, quickly pulling her to you. She looked surprised as you wrapped your arms around her, slowly trying to wrap your legs around her too.

“No, Nes. Why cover up such a beautiful body?” Your words were hard to discern as you had gotten preoccupied with her breasts halfway through, but Nesta could fill in the gaps where your words were muffled.

“Because I can’t go about naked.”

“Why not? Who would complain?”

Your tongue began swirling her nipple through her bra, the lace fabric doing very little to protect her from you. She gasped as you nibbled and sucked on her nipple, hands rubbing her breasts, a deep desire for more.

“I would, because all of this is just for you, pet.”

She wanted to laugh as you squealed at her flirting before pulling her down on the bed, flipping the two of you so you were on top.

“So I am your little pet!”

Your squeals of delight were amusing to Nesta, until you settled your hips on her stomach and she could feel just how wet you were.

For her.

She swallowed hard as you kept kissing her neck, the alcohol still moving through Nesta’s system to leave her just lucid enough to know she had to stop this.

“I have something very important for you to do.”

You pulled your hands back, sitting up to look at Nesta, her hair splayed out on the pillows like a crown.

“Anything for you, Nes.”

Nesta’s brows shot up, her drunken mind filing that away for later.

“I want you to lay right here and go to sleep.”

She watched as your brain stopped working.

“But I wanna please you.”

With your words, you rubbed against her, the scent of your arousal making her head spin. Her fingers twitched, wanting nothing more than to push past your panties and feel just how truly wet you were.

“And I want you to lay right on top of this bed and go to sleep.”

You leaned forward with a sigh, your head fitting into the crook of Nesta’s neck. Nesta could feel the vibrations from your groaning. 

But you listened to her. You didn’t say anything, your breaths deepening until Nesta was certain you were asleep.

Nesta laid awake that night, your body weight both a sense of comfort and a source of extreme anxiety. You were half naked on top of her, for cauldron’s sake. You slept soundly through the night, tiny snores eventually lulling Nesta into a peaceful sleep.

-

You woke up the next morning, pulling the comforter higher over your head as the sunlight peaked in through your windows. You groaned, nuzzling deeper into your pillow, stopping when you realized it was someone’s chest you were snuggling into.

You opened your eyes, a big, beautiful breast covered by the delicate lace of a purple bra filling your eyeline. Before looking up at whoever’s bed you had stumbled into, you took stock of your position. 

Underwear on, your leg was propped up on their hip, arms around their torso.

You definitely had been sleep cuddling.

You slowly turn your head, finding Nesta sleeping peacefully underneath you. 

“Good morning, pet.”

Well, you thought she had been sleeping. The previous night was hazy, the taste of alcohol filling your mouth at her words. Things were confusing, having a dream like haze to them.

“Morning Nesta.”

You laid frozen on top of her, wanting the shame of the previous night to keep you weighed down. What was a dream and what was reality? Had you spent the evening making out with Nesta? Did you take a shot off her breasts? 

You groaned, holding your head in your hands. Realization hit you, your head whipping too fast, a wave of nausea hitting.

“You called me pet.”

“You said you’d just love to be my little pet, doing whatever I wanted of you.” Her words were slow and mocking, drowned out by your groans.

“I don’t know what I was saying, obviously.”

Her hand crept up your side, fingers slowly gliding over your waist. The motion made you shiver, and Nesta laughed at it.

“So you were lying when you said you wanted to be my girlfriend, wanted me naked?”

Nesta’s hands kept exploring, now cupping your breasts. 

“No.”

She slowly crawled on top of you, her hips settling on top of yours.

“So what is it? Do you want me? Or no?”

You nodded. “Yes, I want you.”

That’s all it took for Nesta to flip the two of you as her lips met yours, her hips grinding down onto your stomach. It was slower than the kisses from last night - more tender, more deliberate.

The smell of her was everywhere - in the sheets, the room, off of her. You wanted to die in this moment, certain it couldn’t get better.

Until Nesta’s fingers snapped the band of your underwear, the zing on your skin slightly painful.

“Do I have to ply you with alcohol to get you naked again? Or are you going to take your underwear off?” You moaned at her words, enjoying this more dominant side to her. You quickly shimmied off your underwear and bra, throwing them off to the side. Nesta pulled back, her eyes wandering the slopes and planes of your body in appreciation. 

Nesta’s fingers began closing in on your breasts, pinching and teasing that made your back arch.

“Beautiful creature.”

Something took over you, some drunken braziness left behind. You held onto Nesta, flipping the two of you over so you were straddling her now. You shimmied down her body, your head resting on one of her thighs. Your fingers trailed up her thighs, lazily drawing patterns on her panty line.

“Nes, it’s not fair how pretty you are when you first wake up. Or how good you smell.” You nosed at her covered cunt, lightly sticking your tongue out. One of her legs hooked around your head, keeping you in place. Your tongue brushed over the fabric, a soft moan coming from above you.

Your mouth hovered directly over her cunt, the fabric the only thing separating you.

“Can I have a taste? It’s only fair. You denied me last night.”

“That’s because you were drunk.”

“So were you.” Your words were mumbled and Nesta felt the vibrations straight to her core. She needed you to just slide the fabric over an inch.

Her hips began grinding on your face in anticipation.

“Yes, but you’re quite a horny drunk.”

You pressed your nose into her, slowly gliding up and down, enjoying her reactions.

“No, I have less inhibitions when I’m drunk. I’m just more honest.”

 Nesta hummed, only half listening as your nose continued its movements, hitting just the right spot.

“The last time we went to Rita’s and you couldn’t make it, Emerie and Gwyn got me drunk so they could question me about you.”

Trying to string together a thought was difficult as your fingers played with her waistband. She had you exactly where she wanted, where she thought about you being for months. 

“That was ages ago.”

“And?”

“You never said anything.”

It was quiet as you laid still, your position so tantalizing to Nesta.

“Please. Touch me. Please.” It was all the confirmation you needed before sliding her underwear over and diving your tongue through her wet folds. Nesta fisted the sheets, the pleasure coursing through her body immeasurable. Time seemed to stop as you continued exploring, changing speed, your tongue’s direction, anything to keep her on edge. She tasted divine, nearly getting lost in your head at some deep need to pleasure her.

“Can I touch you?” Nesta’s question was quiet, a shyness you hadn’t expected from her.

You removed your head from her, your tongue slowly crept up her stomach, pressing kisses all over her.

“Of course.” You flipped your body around, legs now straddling Nesta’s face, your face right back at her core. You dropped your hips onto her face, laughing as she bucked her hips up into your mouth at the action.

“Do you like that?” You did it once more, slowly grinding your hips across her face. Your fingers moved through her folds, your head held up just enough to talk. “Or would you prefer to explore on your own?”

Nesta’s hands wrapped around your thighs, bringing you down to her. Her tongue glided across you, nearly making your own movements stop. She was hesitant at first, testing the waters.

Then she dove in, her tongue moving so quickly and expertly you nearly forgot where you were.

She was a fast and eager learner. 

“It tastes better than I imagined.”  

Nesta’s words were almost your undoing, her words just as delightful as her tongue. All you could do was reciprocate, trying to match every movement of her tongue with your own. She moaned into your core, heat pooling in your gut. 

“Come on, Nesta. Cum for me. Want to taste it.”

You pushed your hips down, nearly suffocating her, the action pushing Nesta over that precipice. 

She continued working on you, her fingers circling your clit sending you spiraling over the edge. You collapsed on her, knees giving out to bliss as you tried to catch your breath.

The two of you laid there, motionless, breathing deeply. Eventually you peeled yourself off of her, slowly crawling back up to her. Your arms wrapped around her, delighting in what this means for the two of you. You began stroking her hair, lightly shushing her as she came down from her high. 

“Wow.”

You chuckled, kissing her forehead. Breathing and thinking were laborious, but it felt so easy to lay in Nesta’s arms.

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[rafesbuzzcutseason]

chasing city lights

chapter 11 - flatline

synopsis: you move to new york to start fresh, hoping to find comfort in the city’s atmosphere. that’s when you meet sarah cameron, where she takes you to a concert and you catch sight of the lead band member, rafe cameron. it only takes a moment for you to realize you’re captivated by him. as sarah helps you navigate your new life in the city, you start to get pulled deeper into rafe's world—the music, the fame, the chaos. the more you get to know him, the more you realise that rafe is not just the rock star he seems to be. he’s wrestling with his own demons, and the last thing he needs is someone like you getting close.

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after your day with rafe yesterday, the girls had so many questions and you told them everything, down to the song he wrote for you. what you didn't expect however, was that the song was going to be released in a few days time.

"i genuinely can't believe this," sarah started, "i mean him opening up to you? the commincation? the song? where is rafe and what have you done with him." she giggled.

"no y/n i don't think you understand the extent of this. like we've all been friends with rafe for a good 6 years, and i have never seen a girl have this affect on him before."

"guys stop you're making me think i'm some kind of miracle." you laughed with them.

"that's because you are a miracle." cleo joined in.

"so do you think you'll become official soon...?" sarah questioned.

"i don't know, the fans already think we are." you stated.

"the fans are fucking crazy. you'll get used to that i promise. when me and pope started dating everyone went bonkers over it." cleo reassured you.

"i guess so, it's okay i don't mind it, it's just getting used to seeing my face whenever i open twitter." you said. "whatever, we've got a flight to catch." you all finished your last minute packing and made your way into the car that was waiting for you outside the hotel.

part of you was sad to be leaving the state you had made so many memories in, but you knew heading back to new york all together was just the beginning for this new chapter for you and rafe.

once you made it to the airport, you found the rest of the boys who had left earlier as they all entered 'dad mode' and were getting stressed, john b to blame for that.

"finally you're here!" john b began as he saw you walk through the door.

"yeah thought we were gonna have to leave without you." pope said sarcastically.

"enough. we're here now aren't we?" cleo said rhetorically.

"yes ma'am" jj joined in, everyone was in agreement that cleo was the boss of the group.

you made your way to say hi to topper, who was slowly starting to become his usual self again, you assumed him and rafe had a conversation to try and clear the air.

but you eventually made it to rafe, who looked like his was patiently waiting his turn to get your attention, "hey you" he said.

"hey" you replied with a slight blush, "i didn't know you were actually going to release the song." you rushed out.

a look of concern took over him, "do you mind?" he asked worriedly.

"no! no i'm happy" you started, "but the fans are a little crazy."

"yeah i know they are and i should've warned you about that, but the best ones mean no harm and all you can try and do is ignore them." he replied.

"hard to ignore them when they're commenting on everything i post." you quietly said.

"i can say something if it really bothers you, okay?" he softly reached out to give your hand a squeeze.

"okay" you smiled at him, always putting you at ease.

"ok love birds pack it in," jj hollered "i don't think this plane is going to wait for us."

"whatever dude" rafe grinned, "ready?" he turned to you.

"ready."

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a/n: sorry guys i made this chapter a lot more smau, just as i had the idea to do the thread (which took me ages LAWD) and also wanted to get the song mentioned ! 5 points to anyone who knows the actual song and band🙈

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[snowyroads]

can we please have a snippet of whatever you’re working on right now? please 🙏🏽 i’ve been refreshing your tumblr and ao3 for weeks now. sorry i just love your work!

babes im literally so sorry!!!😖😖 I’ve been neglecting you all 😫💔💔

and don’t be sorry AT ALL i appreciate your love for my work sm!!🥹💗💗

so i’ve been working on like all my wips all at once (which i probably shouldn’t do and should just focus on one at a time but i’m crazy like that)

so below the cut imma give you all the snippets i have so far for some of my wips in hopes of holding yall over till i can get my shit together and post something 😭😭 (tho last time i went on Ao3 it was down 😔)

The Game Plan au: (it’s based off a movie btw, so if you haven’t seen it then this probably wont make any sense but it’s a bit of a slow burn one w Joe and Ja’marr so)

Ja’marr plans to spend his free day relaxing on his couch. With no football game or practice, Ja’marr has an empty schedule. The tv plays some ESPN analysts on last week's games but Ja’marr pays no mind to it. He thinks most of those analysts are full of shit anyway.

He’s close to taking a midday nap with his dog Tiger curled up next to him when he hears his doorbell ring. Confused by the unplanned guest and his doorman not telling him about a visitor, Ja’marr turns the tv off and slowly walks to his door, looking out the peephole only to see nobody there. Ja’marr throws open the door, ready to cuss the ding dong ditch-er out but he stops himself when he looks down to see a young girl.

With brown skin and dark curly hair down to her shoulders, dressed in a bright pink puffer jacket and a purple suitcase sitting beside her. Ja’marr understands why she’s here now.

“Oh, look, I don’t want any girl scout cookies.” Ja’marr apologizes and goes to close the door but the little girl sticks her hand out to stop it from closing. “Alright, look what I got,” Ja’marr pulls a hundred dollar bill from his pocket. “Here ya go.”

The little girl looks at him like he’s crazy. “I don’t want any money.” She says. Tiger barks somewhere behind him. Ja’marr watches in shock as the girl lets herself in, pushing past him and the heavy apartment door.

“You have a bulldog!” She exclaims, crouching down to pet him. “Come ‘ere boy!” His vicious attack dog runs up to her and immediately rolls over on his back, letting the little girl scratch his tummy. Traitor.

“Hey, weren’t you taught about the danger of strangers?” Ja’marr asks, confused as he follows the girl into his living room. He doesn’t know what to do with the kid, who clearly can’t take no for an answer. “Where are your parents?”

“You’re not a stranger.” The little girl finally says as she continues to look around the apartment in amazement. “This place is huge.” She says in wonder, completely ignoring his second question.

“Wait, go back. What do you mean ‘I’m not a stranger’?” Ja’marr persists. The little girl stops wandering around and stands in front of Ja’marr, giving him her full attention.

“Hi, my name is Mya Chase and I’m your daughter.” She says.

Ja’marr must be dreaming. He laughs, “Larry put you up to this, huh?” Ja’marr says and Mya scrunches her eyebrows together. “The guy downstairs at the desk. He told you to prank me.” Ja’marr laughs again but Mya just stays stoic before eventually rolling her eyes.

“She told me you would do this.” She mumbles and unzips her pink coat to grab something from a hidden pocket inside the jacket. It’s a white envelope with ‘For Ja’marr Chase’ written in bold letters. Ja’marr takes it and opens it to see a birth certificate. Ja’marr scoffs and looks back to Mya, who’s still completely serious and unbothered. “Your name is on it.” She says, shrugging.

“My name is on it…” Ja'marr chuckles and pulls the certificate all the way out and reads the bottom of the document. “Father: Ja’marr Chase.” With his signature and everything. Or well, a forged signature.

What the fuck.

“Why do you have so many pictures of yourself?” Mya asks. her hands trailing against the glass of his trophy case, leaving behind grubby little fingerprints. Ja’marr ignores the question and instead calls for backup.

Tee Higgins shows up in a matter of minutes. The first thing Ja’marr says when he walks in is “Help.” And that’s when Tee sees the little girl sitting at the kitchen island with a barbie doll in her hands.

“Oh!” Tee says in surprise and Ja’marr gives him a look of ‘I told you this was big’.

They whisper to each other at the other end of the island as Mya pays attention to her doll. The birth certificate sits idly in between them.

“I mean, that’s definitely your name on the certificate.” Tee points out.

“Thanks Tee, I didn’t notice that.” Ja’marr deadpans. He rubs at his eyes, dragging his hands down his face with a sigh. “I don’t know what to do, man.”

“Well, have you talked to Kelly yet?” Tee asks. And Ja’marr looks down at the paper with Mother: Kelly Harris written on it. He hasn’t even thought about her in the midst of everything.

“No, we haven’t talked since I went to her house to break things off and we…we—” Ja’marr suddenly remembered what happened the last time he saw Kelly. He turns to the fridge behind him, “I’m hungry, is anyone else hungry?”

“Ja’marr, when did this ‘We’ happen?” Tee questions.

“Like, eight or so years ago.” Ja’marr whispers back and Tee turns to Mya.

“How old are you, kid?” Tee asks.

“Eight.” She says simply, Tee turns back to Ja’marr.

“Congratulations, Ja’marr.” He says with a grin. Tiger barks in the background. Ja’marr feels like they’re both laughing at him.

“This can’t be happening.” Ja’marr sighs. He can’t have a kid. Not with the Championship right around the corner.

(so as you can see Joe hasn’t even been introduced yet so that one’s gonna be a long one)

Pro Bowl angst: (this came to me after watching all the clips we got of Joemarr during the Pro Bowl and i wanted to write almost like a character study of Ja’marr’s thoughts throughout the events and shit)

Ja’marr’s excited about the Pro Bowl games. Really. He enjoyed going last year and despite being upset about not being in the Superbowl, he’s ready for the fun-natured competition.

The hot Orlando sun beats down on his back, he feels sweat bead down the side of his face. After a week in the cold Paris weather, Ja’marr relishes in the humid air.

The world around him is dark and orange, the sunglasses propped up on his nose allows him to glance around without being too noticeable. They’re outside of the stadium, getting ready to take some team photos; fans and camera crews standing all around them. Ja’marr meets a few fans, signs a few jerseys and footballs, and does some interviews for the media. It isn’t until he’s set free does he spot Joe.

Wearing the same red shirt Ja’marr has on, only difference being the number and the name on the back, Joe squats down to talk to a little kid with a football that’s almost as big as him in his hands. It’s now that Ja’marr’s thankful for the glasses hiding his stare. Ja’marr watches as Joe intently listens to the kid in front of him, nodding every now and then, blue eyes squinting from the harsh sunlight.

(that’s literally all i have so far😖😖😖)

sorry once again that i haven’t posted in forever tho!!! :( it’s literally like just a whole brick has hit me and i can’t get inspired to write cuz i do have time to now but i can’t get my fingers to type 😭😭😭

soon my lovelies, soon 💗💗💗