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[2cool4ghoul]

I can dream, can't I?

Part 2 <3

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This is my first time uploading anything like this, this dried up old cowboy got me feeling some kind of way! felt like joining the club! I was hoping for this to be multiple parts (featuring pre war Cooper and the ghoul) if anyone is interested in that, let me know!!!!!

word count: 4,349

Summary: You've spent the last few years after escaping your vault roaming the wastelands, doing whatever it is that you need to do to get by. Before the bombs dropped you were a model/singer, which is were you met western movie star Cooper Howard! You two spent the last few months before the bombs dropped falling in love but the bombs put a pin in that. But one day amongst the endless days spent walking, you come across a crazily familiar cowboy....

warnings: 18+, fingering, oral (fem receiving), swearing, minimal violence, if you want a part 2 there will be p in v, restraints, not yet edited.

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Whilst the sun proved itself unbearable on most days, today had been particularly blistering. 

Traveling through the wasteland alone, on little to no water, with zero companionship had started to take its toll on you and you were sure you were becoming delirious. Your canteen had ran dry a couple miles back, the nearest town was unimaginably far, and you could’ve sworn you’d already passed that mound of dried yellowing grass. 

Refusing to admit you were lost, you dug your feet into the sand, one step at a time, panting and wiping the sweat from your brow. It was times like this that made you wish you’d never left your Pip-boy behind in the vault when you made your dramatic exit. What once served as a constant reminder of the vaults would’ve now been your best chance at survival. 

You shudder whenever memories of your vault come to mind. The experiments and test you had endured had left enough scars on your body to make you forget what your skin looked like before everything. 

Before the bombs had dropped you had been plastered on every other billboard, advertising whatever suspicious product had been shoved in your hands that day. You’d once had dreams of becoming a singer, but that had been stripped away from you in the midst of a messy divorce with none other than the head of RobCo himself. He’d sought to ruin what was left of your dreams in anyway that he could, even if that meant freezing you for god knows how many years and letting men play their cruel games with you in the name of science. These memories were often punctuated with plans of revenge and carefully thought out methods of torture that would yield the most excruciating pain. There was lots of time to think and to plan when wandering the wasteland, so you knew you’d be ready when the time came.

A sadistic grin was wiped from your lips when a distant scream snapped you from your planning. You paused for a moment, frowning whilst trying to figure out from what direction the commotion was coming from. Gunshots were fired, igniting excitement in your belly at the thought of a possible fight, something to break the monotony of walking all day and night long. Once you’d figured out the location of whatever was going on, you paced in its direction, a large dune of sand providing you with a height advantage. The grunts and growls of a creature grew louder, frantic shouts of panic coming from a women. 

You could immediately identify the creature by its ungodly noises, however when the scene came into view, you were still impressed with yourself for being correct. A deathclaw had chosen two wanderers as its victims. One appeared to be a vaultie, still in her nearly pristine blue and yellow suit, making you scoff a little. The other, a ghoul dressed in a cowboy get up, his hat having been knocked to the side as he tried his very best to fight of the beast which was barely flinching at the bullets being torn into its skin. The Vaultie had been holding up a tranquilliser gun, which was doing little to deter the deathclaw from sizing up its next meal, managing to swipe her back into the sand with a thud. It then set its eyes on the ghoul, slowly stalking up to them as they hastily reloaded their gun. 

After a few moments of deciding on the next course of action, whether to let the laws of nature take their course or to intervene, you decided on intervening. No matter how hard you’d try to forget it, you too had once been a vaultie trying to survive and would’ve begged on your knees for help. Or maybe you had just become soft. Swiftly, you pulled your shotgun from over your shoulder, lifting it and shutting one eye to aim correctly. You squeezed and pulled the trigger, right as it jumped to pounce on the ghoul. Your first bullet lodged itself into the side of the creatures face, and you shot another bullet right between the eyes, leaving it slumped on the floor beside the ghoul, who was now laying on his back, catching his breathe. It took a moment for the two strangers to locate who had saved them as you stood atop the dune, shotgun still in hand, blinking at them with an unreadable expression. Despite saving their lives, you didn’t trust that they wouldn’t turn on you, so you kept your gun in hand, breathing steadily.

“Thank you, stranger! I surely thought that was the end!” The Vaultie beamed up at you, wide eyes showing their relief, the grin plastered across her face, showing too much innocence. 

“My pleasure, sugar!” You called back down, your southern accent thicker than it used to be, surprising you even when you spoke. “You two best keep your wits about ya, not everyone out here is as willin’ to lend a helpin’ hand to those in need.” 

“We will certainly keep that in mind!” She glanced over at you and then over to the ghoul who was staring at you with wide eyes, his hat in hand, frozen in place. 

“Well,” You began making your way down the dune, walking carefully with the gun still in hand due to the Ghoul’s out of sorts reaction to your help, “You wouldn’t happen t’have any water you could share, in exchange fo’ saving your lives?” You tilted your head, diverting your attention to the Vaultie, flashing her one of your signature starlet grins, fluttering your lashes. 

“Of course!” She swung her back pack off her shoulder, also choosing to ignore the staring from the silent Ghoul, “I’m not too confident about how clean it is, but it is sure to quench your thirst!” She scrambled for her canteen before passing it in your hands eagerly. 

“Thank you, sweet girl.” You tipped your head to her before sipping, coolly, trying not to show how desperately you needed this. Whilst taking your last sip, your eyes got caught in the stare of the Ghoul, feeling him looking you up and down, examining your body and the tattered dress and cowboy boots, taking in every bit of you, eyes still as wide. “What’s tha matter with him?” You pressed as you passed the canteen back, “Looks like he’s seen a ghost.” Teasing, the Vaultie mirrored your confused expression.

“I think I have.” His voice was deep, the southern drawl faintly recognisable. He had finally gotten up to his feet, still standing a safe distance away from you. You took this as an opportunity to stare him down now. His face was marred and textured, his prominent bone structure told you before the effects of radiation took their toll, that he’d been rather handsome. Underneath the many layers of his clothes, a fade blue collar peeked out. You stood in silence, the pressure of his thick glare finally becoming all to much, your hand ghosting over your holster.

“Didn’t your mama teach you it was rude t’stare, old man?” Your tone was now threatening, “are we gonna have a problem?” Licking your lips, you readied yourself, the tension rising as you took a step closer. 

“Now, is that anyway to speak to your sherif?” He lowered his voice, so only you could hear him, also taking a step closer, the gap between you so small you could feel his breath fanning over your face. He stood much taller than you, intimidating in his stance, you had to tip your head back and look at him through your eyelashes, furrowing your brows.

“Cooper?...” You stuttered through your own confusion, your head leaning to the side slightly. At this close proximity you were able to properly look into his unchanged eyes. The glowing whiskey colour, twinkling in the hot sun. Immediately recognisable. “Oh, now you’ve got to be fucking kiddin’ me?” You laughed a sinister laugh, as a smug smirk played out over his lips. 

Catching him by surprise, you shoved him by both shoulders, sending him stumbling and falling back to the ground. You were quick to straddle his waist, pulling a knife from its holster attached to your thigh. “I’m gonna fucking kill you!” You threatened, he grabbed your wrists in protest, “You fucking knew, you told me I was crazy and you fucking knew all along!” 200 years of grief and longing and anger faltered at your lips, unable to form a full sentence as you both struggled on the floor. The Vaultie had chosen not to intervene, a couple ill attempts at deescalating the situation fell upon death ears. 

“Goddammit, darlin!” Cooper managed to hold both your wrist in one hand, pinning them behind your back. He flipped to two of you over, so he was firmly on top of you, the knife dropping from your hand as you fought back tears. You wriggled in his grip, eyes glassy, refusing to meet his own eyes. “You died, you had some awful crash, I went to your funeral.” He hissed at you, “What’re you doin’ here?” You stopped moving, stopping wriggling, the penny finally dropping. You sighed relaxing your body. He took note of this, his body falling next to you tired. You didn’t want to answer his question, sitting upright, deciding to leave the situation. 

“Not to intrude, but can someone tell me whats going on?” His companion waved awkwardly, finally taking a step closer to the two of you. You weren’t one to jump to conclusions but you looked back at Cooper and then at the girl, a sly chuckle leaving your lips.

“God, coop, you really are a dog, aren’t ya?” Raising an eyebrow at him, you shook your head, pushing yourself of the ground. “Well, you’ve certainly found yourself shacked up with a real man, miss…?” You spoke sarcastically, picking your knife from the floor, setting back into its sheath, gesturing for her name.

“Oh, my names Lucy-“ She put out her hand to shake yours before she was interrupted.

“Maclean.” It was spoken through gritted teeth, Cooper standing up, staring you down as you kissed your teeth.

“As in Henry Maclean?”

“Yeah, he’s my dad, I apologise in advance for what he did to you.” Lucy’s voice trailed off and she looked down, scuffing her feet. 

“We’re looking for him, haven’t seen him have ya?” Cooper was now standing by your side.

“No can’t say I have, I best be off,” His pointed glare looked at you unsure, untrusting of your decision to leave, “now you two have fun!” Turning you back to the both of them, you started walking in the opposite direction, ignoring any further protests, your name being called after you.

There was a slight scratch felt on your back, just below your shoulder. Stopping in your tracks, you reach round to pull out a small syringe. A scoff leaving your lips, the world around you deteriorating around you and melting into darkness. Your knees weakened and you fell directly to the ground, everything turning black just before your head made contact with the sand beneath you.

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When you awoke, the room was dark and open, the warm glow of a fire illuminating one corner, casting a flickering orange shadow on the wall. Your head was throbbing, your body aching, you went to lift your arms to rub your eyes. However, you quickly came to realise you had been tied around the waist with rope, arms restrained behind your back, slumped in a chair which was close to falling apart. You writhed against your restraints, huffing before looking up and realising you were not alone in the room. 

Cooper was sat opposite the fire, the brim of his hat covering his eyes. “Sleeping’ beauty finally woken up?” You didn’t respond, simply staring him down looking at him past furrowed brows. “didn’t want to tranq ya, sweetheart, but you’re not gettin’ away that easy.” He smirked, leaving his position opposite the fire, slowly wandering over to you, the clatter of his spurs echoing in the empty room. “We got some catching up to do, do we not?” He now stood in front of you, the velvety drawl of his voice sounding better than you remember.

“M’not giving in that easy, Coop.” A smirk fluttered over you lips, blinking up at him through your lashes, sitting back in the chair to pretend at being comfortable.

“No? Of course you wouldn’t,” chuckling, he placed a gloved hand on your chin, forcing you to stare him in the eyes, “you wouldn’t be the lady I remembered so fondly if you did.” There was a chair that he dragged from out of you view, placing it in front of you, sitting down with his legs spread opposite you. “Now, you gonna tell me how you’re still here, lookin’ exactly how I left you, or am I gonna have to do this the hard way?” He spoke quietly, his elbows resting on his knees, leaning in closer to you. 

“I’m not telling you shit.” Your chest rose and deflated with every heavy breath you took, his gaze becoming almost as unbearable as the sun earlier that day. He tutted, leaning back, your eyes taking any chance they could to steal a glance between his thighs. He was pretending not to notice but you knew he did. This was the beginning of a sick game. One you definitely wanted to play. 

Licking his lips, he looked you up and down, tied up in your chair, squeezing your thighs together. For a moment there was silence, just the crackling of the fire. “What am I gonna do with you?” He muttered to himself as you sat firm in your silence 

“I can’t help you, Cooper, I don’t have the information you need.” You spoke matter of fact, and it was partly true. You knew nothing of Macleans whereabouts, you didn’t even know he was still kicking about.

“And what do you know about what information I need, huh?” He pondered, pulling a canteen of water from his coat pocket, your body stiffening at the sight of it. He raised it to his lips, slowly, eyes never leaving yours, even as drops littered down his chin, rolling down his neck. God, you could’ve jumped out of your chair and licked up those drops, drinking the water straight from his mouth. Your jaw fell slightly slack at the sight of it, the thoughts of sucking it up making your hips grind slightly in his direction, begging for any friction. This of course did not go unnoticed, for a sadistic chuckle left his chest, deep and inviting. “My oh my, you always were like a bitch in heat,” his tongue ran across his teeth, “you thirsty, lil’lady?” He gestured the canteen your way, “All you gotta do is ask for it.” 

You maintained your burning eye contact, pressing your lips together and nodding. “Gotta use your words,” getting up from his chair, he stalked his way over to you, making you crane your head up, basically panting for him, “go on, girl, ask for it.” He was enjoying this way too much.

“Give me some water.” You almost growled, the canteen so close to your lips, immediately pulled away.

“You need me to teach you some manners, girlie?” He was frowning, standing slightly behind you, just in view, “ask nicely.” 

“Can I have some water?” You were restless and if you squeezed your legs shut anymore your legs would be trembling, throbbing with your underwear damp with arousal. A light slap was planted against your cheek, not enough to hurt, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. “I’m not begging for it, Cooper.” Your tone was firm, but not firm enough to be truthful.

“Is that so?” His hand had moved down to your neck, grabbing firmly and tilting your head back so you could see him standing behind you, canteen in one hand. “Then you’re not gettin’ any.”

He kept a hold of you, like a wild animal, whilst he took another gulp of water, droplets dripping from his mouth pattering on your forehead and cheeks. Your mouth fell open, in the hopes of catching some, but you failed, only earning a throaty laugh from Cooper. “Christ, women, Look at you!” You’re cheeks flushed red with shame, humiliated with the mess you were. “You know what you gotta say-“

“Please Cooper Howard, I am begging you, Please!” You whined, close to tears as he raised where his eyebrows had been, watching you finally give in, pleased with himself. “Please.” You repeated breathing heavily. Your mouth dry, tongue running over your lips.

“Open wide, angel.” He mumbled, grip on your neck loosening ever so slightly. He tipped the contents into your mouth, water had never tasted so good, you let out relieved moans as you were replenished, not caring for the water that was spilling down your chest, falling between your breasts.

Whilst you took a moment to release a sigh of relief, the hand around your neck began traveling down, causing the tension to immediately rise back up. “That wa’nt so hard was it?” The depth of his voice and his accent leaving you quivering. His hand found its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it, your back arching to his touch. He had been the last man to touch you like this, all those 200 years ago, and you’d dreamt of it ever since. You had never imagined you’d be lucky enough to experience it again. Yet, just as quick as his touch was on you, it left. You furrowed you brows, turning to try and meet his gaze with a pout, yet he was walking back out in front of you. Your bottom lip was tugged between your teeth as he had a sly grin on his lips. If your lips weren’t saying it, your big eyes were pleading with him to give you something else. Painfully slowly, he dropped to his knees in front of you, and your body involuntarily scooted to the edge of the seat, embarrassed by your own eagerness.

Despite him still being the man you’d once known somewhere in there, he’d been changed undoubtedly by his years of wandering. You shouldn’t be attracted to him anymore in the way you were. It was shameful of you to be this eager and will for him. Begging for any slight touch. Begging for a ghoul to give you something for your aching cunt to squeeze around.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and spread those legs of yours, show me what I been dreamin’ ‘bout?” Dripping with lust, he ordered whilst pushing your dress up around your waist. Doing as you were told, you opening your legs, being slightly shy. “No use being shy now, girl, open ‘em wide for this o’cowboy.” His annoyance only spurred you on, spreading them as wide as you could in the chair. “Goddamn,” He hissed, running his bare finger tips over your clothed arousal, the material slick and wet, “Your pretty lil’ pussy, practically dripping for me,” he groaned while pulling the fabric to one side, eyes taking in the sight of you panting, mouth wide, spreading your legs like a good girl, “all over a drop o’water?” He had a smirk on his new wet lips, that you just wanted to slap off. You thought for a moment of clenching your thighs around his head and neck and choking him out, yet you figured he’d enjoy that too much for it to be a form of punishment. 

When his mouth kissed against your inner thighs, you whispered a gasp, thighs finally trembling giving in to showing him how desperate you were for him. He was being cruel, teasing you and testing your limits. He refused to give into what you wanted without hearing you beg for it once more, taking immense pleasure in seeing you quivering and leaning into his slightest touch. His lips ghosted over where you needed him most, your eyes growing glassy, your stomach burning with desire, body aching from the tension you so needed releasing.

“Oh god, Cooper please, I need you so much, I’m achin’, it hurts, I need you.” Your words came out quickly, breathlessly, surprising the two of you, wiggling against the restraints, wishing to just grab his head and shove it into your grinding heat. He glanced up at you for moment, “please, I cant take this anymore.” You shook your head. “I’ll tell you anythin’ you want, please, just… just give me something.” A blanketed layer of sweat had ran over your body, glistening in the dimming glow of the unattended fire.

“You gon’ be a good girl f’me?” He looked at you sternly, his breath fanning over where you needed him most.

“I’ll be so damn good, I promise, I’ll do anything you want me to.” Swallowing down whatever was left of your pride, you scooted even closer to him and he hummed closing his eyes for a moment.

“I could listen to you beggin’ f’me all day.” He finally gave in.

His tongue lapped against you, a moan finally escaping you, He’d taken your thighs and rested them over his shoulders, full delving into you. His tongue dipped into you and you mewled. You so desperately wanted to touch him, pull him closer. The tension boiling within you was dangerously close to spilling over, embarrassingly fast. “God,” his voice vibrated against you, “You taste even sweeter than I remember, my sweet sweet girl.” He was in complete bliss, giving into a self indulgent spree of groans, sucking you in trying to taste as much as possible. Your thighs knock off his hat, yet neither go you seem to notice. He sucked at your clit, finding the sweet spot that he always knew so well, causing you to writhe and curse his name.

“Oh, Cooper, I’m gonna… oh please!” His hands dug into your thighs, leaving red marks that would definitely leave a bruise in their wake. He maintained his actions, until one hand reach round, finger tip tapping your clit whilst his tongue dug into you, readying himself to taste you as you came undone. 

“You gon’ cum for me, darlin?” He cooed.

This was enough to set you over the edge, “Oh my god, fuck!” You rocked forward, like a women possessed, as you clenched and squeezed shaking and shivering for him. Gulping for air, you were seeing stars, “There you go, attagirl.” He groaned, working you through you orgasm as the tension in your body released, your limbs relaxing. You were whimpering, expecting to feel his presence leaving you. However he remained, the pace of his fingers on your clit was fastening. Your back straightened, wishing you could relish in the release for longer before he started again. “I need a moment.” You panted and he looked up at you, pulling his face away, the sheen of his orgasm on his lips.

“No can do, sweetheart,” shaking his head, knelt in front of you, “I’m not finished with you yet.” Your eyes widened, gulping for air, mouth dry again. 

The finger was gone from your clit, pushing its way inside you as you threw your head back welcoming its entrance. “Besides, looks like youre takin’ it just fine to me.” His cocky voice was barely audible over the moans as he rutted his finger into you. He forced another digit in, slowly testing you with the feeling of pulling them all the way out and then all the way in again, knuckle deep in your cunt. You ground your hips against his fingers, eyes rolling back into your head, “God, look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers, you needy lil girl.” He tutted at you, dumbfounded by your willingness.

He curved his fingers, grazing against the spot which made you arch your back, “right there, sweetheart?” There was a gentleness in his voice, looking up at you as you clenched all your muscles against the rope, tied way to well for you to break free.

“Mmhmm, right there, cowboy.” You forced your words out, struggling to cope with the pleasure rushing through your body. Eyes squeezed shut, clenching around his fingers, fighting another orgasm with all your might, trying not to give in so easily this time. “I want you so bad.” You groaned and he went slightly rigid.

“Lets not move too fast now.” His jaw clenching, his own restrained demeanour threatening to break and snap. His quickened his pace with his fingers, trying to distract himself from the aching bulge of his own. “Don’t hold out on me, princess, I can feel how close you are, the way you squeezing round these fingers, come for me one more time.” He growled it, thrusting his hips into nothing, watching the way you were unraveling and moaning his name. He hadn’t expected you to be so eager, the rough exterior very different to the man you’d fallen in love with. 

The ever-growing tension was released once more, heart pounding in your chest, eyes rolling back until they’re were squeezed shut, cursing profanities and taking the lords name in vain, letting out unholy noises, rope beginning to rub the skin writhing beneath it raw. “Oh Cooper Howard, don’t stop.” You continued rolling against him, the use of his full name setting his heart alight. The waves of pleasure didn’t seem to stop, his fingers riding out the high for you, body shaking with tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body was truly truly spent. You had nothing left to give except for a lazy half lidded gaze at coop who was still kneeling opposite you, proud of himself that after all this time he was still able to leave you a dripping mess, trembling for him, moaning his name. Silence filled the room, your body slumped in the chair, staring down at him. You forced a lazy smile.

“What do ya wanna know?"

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There Chapter: Twenty-Five

read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

this is a complete work of fiction, some characters while based on real people are totally made up. :)

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note: I'm sorry I've been gone for so long! I took a much needed writing break but am excited to get back into a schedule. I can't guarantee when I'll upload but I'm sure it won't be another 3 months between updates...lol sorry again.

“Oh shit!” Noah squeals as his roller-blades skitter back and forth trying to catch his balance as Erin circles the two of us as we stake alongside her. I’ve taken her skating several times and have figured out how to remain upright, although I’m no expert I can keep up with the other roller moms. Noah on the other hand is like an unsteady infant taking his first steps. Before he falls on his ass again he reaches out and grabs onto me in an attempt to remain standing. 

“Ah! No, don't! Noah!” I cry out as I lose my balance and my stakes fly out from under me and we both fall onto a heap on the floor. I end up on my back with Noah looming over me having caught himself with his hands before crushing me completely. He’s close enough that the short hair that falls in front of his face tickles my forehead. 

“Oh, sorry” he says and his breath caresses my cheek. My voice is caught in my throat. I know there is a blush creeping up my neck but I ignore it as we shuffle to get back onto our feet. Sliding and clinging onto the side of the rink to remain upright. 

Laughing loudly he looks at me with a smile that takes up half of his face, “guess I’m in need of practice.” I return a small laugh and nod in agreement. 

Erin continues to circle us with a quizzical look on her face, “y’all are funny. Let's go! A few more turns and then can we go get ice cream?!” Giggling she rushes off as we slowly follow with Noah refusing to let go of my hand.

“Sorry, I really don’t want to bust my ass again.” Squeezing his hand in encouragement we continue forward after our daughter. “No worries Noah, I’ll catch you if you fall again.” 

Noah’s POV

I almost stumble again at her words. She's using the same words I wrote for her all those years ago back at me. Does she even realize what she said? Probably not. Maybe? I shake it off for now as she pulls me forward. 

We go around the skating rink hand in hand and I selfishly hold as tight as I can, only letting go once we’ve exited the rink and sat down to take off our stakes. 

“So what's good for ice cream around here?” I ask while we turn in our stakes before we head out the door into the hot summer air. “I like Amy's! They have lots of yummy flavors!” Erin cheers. She’s walking between us, holding both of our hands. I was shocked at first when she grabbed my hand but it filled my heart with so much joy—more than I ever thought possible. 

“What do you like to get at Amy’s Erin?” I asked while seated in the passenger seat of the car. “Hmmm I like getting sweet cream with Oreos and rainbow sprinkles! It’s sooo good!”

Her excitement is contagious as Natalie’s smile is also spread wide across her face as she listens to Erin. “What about you Nat? What’s your favorite?” I turn my gaze to her and the summer heat has given her a glowy sheen of sweat on her cheeks causing her blush to shine.

She looks so beautiful. I want to kiss her. I wish I could.

“I like to get the Mexican vanilla with strawberries and chocolate chips, I think you’ll like their stuff. Lots of choices.” 

I turn up the radio and Erin squeals with joy! “This was in the movie Aunt Hales and I watched!” 

“Reaching for something in the distance..” 

Natalie sings along with her, “so close you can almost taste it release your inhibitions.”

The song is too good not to sing along, so as we drive to get ice cream, I find myself singing along as well.

“Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you! Only you can let it in..”

Did I think six months ago I would be singing Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield in the car with my daughter and the girl I've always loved? Not at all, but this is something I wouldn’t trade for anything.  I won’t let her get away this time, I’m just going to have to play the long game and hopefully, she will trust me with her heart again. 

Hours later, after some amazing ice cream Natalie and Erin are dropping me off at my Airbnb. I chose something that wasn’t too far from their house and there’s a pool. Erin was excited about that. She was running from room to room looking at all of the spaces.

“I got this place because it has lots of room, so if Erin ever wanted to spend the night she would have her own space,” I say to Natalie. She smiles softly, “she’d love that Noah. Maybe when she gets back from art camp?” she responds.

“And of course you two can come over and use the pool whenever, even next week Erins at camp? You could come over and hang out? The other guys will be here Thursday” I ask nervously. God, why am I so nervous, I’ve known Nat for years. It’s not weird to ask her to hang out…right?

“I would love that, I’m free on Wednesday?” She says looking out at the yard as Erin runs in the grass next to the water. 

So she knows the guys won’t be here until Thursday but wants to come over on Wednesday.. that’s good? right? Stop reading into it man, just live.

“Wednesday is amazing, I’ll grab snacks.” god I sound pathetic. 

She giggles while we watch Erin take off doing cartwheels now, “she is an endless stream of energy.” she comments quietly. “She really is, I’d like some of that. I’m exhausted.” 

Natalie’s energy shifts slightly, “oh you’re right. You’ve been on the move all day. We should get out of your hair so you can relax.” 

“Oh- no that’s-” I try to catch her but she’s already at the backdoor quietly calling for Erin to head home.  Why did I say that?…idiot. 

“Noah! This house is awesome!! I can’t wait to come over this summer! After my camp next week I’m totally coming over to swim!” she says as she runs up to give her a goodbye hug. 

I return the hug, wrapping her tight in my arms. “Can’t wait for it kiddo, I’ll grab some floats this weekend. It’ll be a fun summer for sure.” I say looking up to see Natalie snapping what I’m sure she was hoping was an incognito photo. “Send that to me please?”

She nods and they move to exit, “Nat, wait.” I reach and softly grab her arm, pulling her quickly into a hug. “I’ll see you later, I had fun today.” 

“I had fun too Noah.” her hands squeeze my sides briefly before she releases and they head to their car. They pull out of the driveway and a thought hits me.

I rush to my guitar and sit down to get the idea out while it’s fresh in my head. 

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain’t getting over you Can we try again? When we’re not so different Can we make amends? Why can’t we just pretend?

I jot down the slightly altered lyrics on a random scrap of paper I see in my guitar case and shut it. 

I finish unpacking and jump into the shower to rinse off. I hop out at the exact time I see my phone ringing, Erin is calling. 

“Hey, kiddo! What’s up?”

“Hey, Noah! I was wondering if you would come with us on Sunday to drop me off at camp. It’s a couple of hours away though so if you have plans I understand.” 

“I don’t have anything going on, I’d love to tag along.” 

“MOM! HE SAID YES! - sweetheart I thought we agreed we’d call tomorrow? Noah’s had a long day - I was too excited…I’m sorry Noah.” 

“Hey, it��s no worries kiddo! You can call me whenever you need too.”

“Mom?! Did you hear that? Noah said it’s okay!”

I hear Natty’s laugh on the other end of the phone and it kills me that we’re not just all together laughing. Lately that’s all I can think about. All I want. 

“Well I am supposed to look at what clothes I’m packing for camp right now but I’ll see you on Sunday!” 

“I’ll see you Sunday kiddo.” 

Natalie POV

“So is it like a date?” Haylie asks. Were sitting on her bed later that night after having packed Erin’s camp bag and her going to bed. 

“It’s not a date! It’s swimming. We’re just two old friends hanging out.” the moment the words are out of my mouth I know it’s bullshit. I don’t know if it will ever feel like just two old friends with Noah. 

“I’d argue with you but I know you don’t even believe what you just said so it’s pretty pointless.” I throw my head back onto the pillows and sigh in defeat.

“I wish I believed it. I wish I could just be normal around him. It’s like I’m a teenager all over again…do I remember everything bad that happened? Of course..but I also remember all of the good things..ugh! Why are feelings so complicated?! Like am I a horrible person with no backbone if I forgive him for everything and just let him back into my life like no time has passed? Or am I a bitch if I keep him at arm’s length for the rest of our lives despite my feelings for him because of mistakes we made as kids?” 

I feel the bed dip down as Haylie sits down next to me. “Unfortunately I don’t have the answer for you, but I know you are not a horrible person or a bitch. Life is complicated and confusing and all you can do is consider what is best for you and Erin. I’ll support you no matter what you choose to do…but what I will say is that since you two started talking again…you’ve been different. Happier than I’ve seen you in a long time.” 

She’s right. I’ve felt happier than I have in years since I reconnected with Noah. That has to mean something. 

Maybe it’s time to just let myself be open to what could happen.

Could we even have anything like that again? 

Under the same Texas moon, two lonely hearts thought in tandem if the other may be open to loving them again.

[otakween]

Digital Monster: D-Project - Final Thoughts

Some quick stats:

This is my 13th Digimon game completed in less than 2 years, yay me!

This game took me 10 days to play. Love me a game that doesn't overstay its welcome.

This game was fantastic! It was probably most similar to the first Digimon World gameplay-wise, but waaay less convoluted and a lot cuter. Unlike in DW I had no problem getting the digivolutions I wanted and progressing through the game at a comfortable pace. There were a few "guide dang it!" moments here and there, but the game is mostly reasonable about hinting at what you're supposed to be doing. Full thoughts below.

Notes:

I loved the meta premise of this game. Basically when you boot it up, DemiDevimon comes along and "corrupts your game file." You then get sucked into the game world, "Swan World" (geddit, cuz Wonderswan?) The rest of the game is dedicated to restoring your corrupted surroundings and returning evil digimon to their nice forms. Very satisfying.

The v-pet aspect of the game was fun. The controls for calling/releasing your digimon were very intuitive. I liked how I could release them in various places like I was putting them out to pasture. The only really annoying thing was keeping the digimon fed because you had to input 4 digits to get one meat over and over and over again.

Of course I just used a guide to figure out the right codes, but the "enter a code and get a mystery digiegg" gimmick was cute. I really liked the animation of the egg slowly generating. It was a little weird because what digiegg you started with didn't matter much in the end, but oh well.

For some reason you have the ability to praise and scold your digimon? I understand praising because maybe it raises their happiness (I never actually checked), but there is no advantage to scolding in this game as far as I could tell.

Instead of the DW1 digivolution mechanic where you need a PHD in digivolving to get the right digimon, you just raise them in a certain environment to get the desired outcome. SO much easier. I liked that I could switch from line to line going from rookie to champion to make the game go quicker.

Except for the crazy last boss, it sort of felt like the difficulty level remained the same throughout the whole game. I brought a rookie into many battles, for example, and ended up being fine.

Omg the sprites in this game are so good!! Battling was so fun to watch (you can button mash to improve accuracy, but you don't really participate). Some kind soul uploaded all the sprites for download. I thought the Kyubimon victory animation was really funny:

Once I discovered jogress/DNA evolution I was like HELL YEAH 🔥🔥🔥 cuz the animation was so badass and took up like half the screen (wish I got more screenshots). There was also a really satisfying "BOOM!" sound effect during digivolution.

Lots of colorful, fun environments (especially compared to the last game which was blah). Another quality of life complaint is you have to go all the way to the start of the map every time you need food. There should have been more shortcuts to get from place to place.

I was actually kind of grateful that digimon die in this game. They have a pretty long lifespan, which is nice, but sometimes you need to clear up storage in your PC or you want the chance to raise a different type, so mons dying wasn't as soul crushing as in previous games.

If you can't read Japanese, I think I'd still recommend this game. The visuals and gameplay are enough to carry it and the controls/menus are pretty simple.

I give Digital Monster: D-Project an 8 out of 10

[guardian-angle22]

Hi, I was wondering if you could help me. I really want to start making my own gifs but I can't figure out if there's a way to do it without paying for some kind of app. I love your gifs and I was wondering if you could tell me how you make your gifs. Also, do you use a screen recording app?

Thank you for liking my gifs, first off, that’s very nice to hear! 💜

I personally do pay monthly for Adobe Creative Cloud and use Photoshop to make my gifs. I’m not familiar with how to use other free programs/sites that people use to make gifs from, but I do know it's fully possible to have amazing gifs made from them. Here's two posts I've seen that talk about using those free software: here and here.

I taught myself how to make gifs via a variety of random gif tutorials here on tumblr that I found by google searching. I wish I could tell you there was one easy tutorial I followed and just immediately could make them, but I really pieced things together from a bunch of different ones and then used trial and error to figure out the basics. I think this blog may have been one I used as reference, but it's been about a year so I couldn't be 100% sure. I will say that once I did figure out the basics, the blog @clubgif has been a really helpful resource for trying out different experimental things on top of that. It's been awhile since I've done anything like that (just because of time and real life), but my 911 Lone Star Enneagram series came as a result of wanting to try out different font effects I saw through different posts on there.

As far as screen recording goes - I do use screen recording just on my laptop (by using Windows+ALT+R) on occasion for things outside of 911LS episodes. For example, this Brian podcast set and this Ronen set were from screen records. 99% of the gifs I make from the episodes though are done from downloads of the episodes. I've been downloading them from this folder that @3416 is fucking amazing for uploading the episodes to. The gif quality will depend on how good the video quality is that you get the frames from, so screen recording is never the best tbh, but sometimes it's the easiest or only option.

I hope this helps at least a little bit. If you really want to learn to make them, I say go for it! Mess around with some of the free software and see how you feel about it. But also don't expect your gifs to immediately look perfect. This is one of the first gifs I ever made:

compared to one I just made recently:

I hope think you can tell that there was improvement between the two. Just be patient with yourself and don't be afraid to post things!

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#5

The reason Akechi's death is thematically satisfying is because of his role as Akira's antithesis. Akira is actively fighting against a fate that will lead to his death throughout Persona 5, and he only defies that fate through forging his bonds with his friends and remaining true to his sense of justice.

Akechi dies because he and Akira share the same fate--death--as Yaldabaoth's pawns, and he is unable to escape that fate because he did not create bonds with others or remain true to his sense of justice, which has become utterly divided (as seen with his personas, which are diametrically opposed to one another).

Akechi represents what would have and could have happened to Akira had he been friendless and alone, abandoned by society and twisted to lose all sense of justice and truth. Akechi is the fate that Akira only barely escaped himself. The themes of the game are strengthened with Akechi's death, tragic it may be, because it shows us the antithesis to Akira's thesis, the other side of the coin. What could have happened to our hero if things had been different.

However--Akechi did forge one bond. One bond, with his antithesis, forged a little too late, yet still strong. And that bond is the reason Akechi can survive in Royal. That bond reminded Akechi of his true sense of justice. It showed him a different path, a better path, one that is not walked alone.

Akechi isn't ready to walk that path--yet. But maybe, someday, he will be.

250 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#4

Persona 5 Strikers really said the Phantom Thieves empathize with morally gray villains because of shared experiences and want them to be redeemed and atone because no one is ever too far gone and then proceeded to never mention Akechi Goro once in its entire 50 hours of gameplay.

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#3

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#2

I've seen different takes on Akechi and his attitude toward his fame in fic I've read but I think a lot of them oversimplify things. Usually he's portrayed as being disillusioned or annoyed by his fans, and while I think that is true to an extent, it's also a lot more complicated than that.

Goro gets his self worth from other people. His success, his skills, his perception, are all how he values his worth as a human being. So when he first achieves fame, becomes Tokyo's new sweetheart, of course that's all going to go straight to his head. People love him. They're obsessed with him! He's going to revel in that, in the feeling of being liked and adored for the first time in his whole life.

And I think that there's always an underlying fear and bitterness, because that love is for a fake version of himself. People love the Detective Prince. They don't love Goro, and they never would, not if they knew the real him.

But all that doesn't really hit him until the public turns against him. The superficial and fickle nature of their love is abundantly clear once they all turn on him. I think it's then that Goro really starts to sour on the public and fame in general.

But of course, he still gets his self worth from what others think of him. No matter how much he wishes he didn't care what ignorant strangers think about him, on a deep level he can't quite control, he does. They hate him even as the Detective Prince. Even when he's the ideal person, even when he's erased every bit of his unlikable traits, he's still not good enough, and that hurts.

By the third semester, he's probably relieved to not have the public's eye on him any longer. He no longer has to perform the image of a perfect Detective Prince. But I think part of him probably misses it too. Misses being known and adored by strangers, misses being loved, even if it was by people who could never understand him. Which makes him hate his fame all the more, because he shouldn't miss any part of it. He shouldn't want the approval of others, he shouldn't care what anyone thinks. But of course he still does. He can't stop caring, not when he's cared for so long, when that's the only basis on which he's measured his self worth for as long as he can remember.

But he's done performing. He's done acting the perfect role of the lovable hero. Akechi is free to finally be himself. So Akechi stops trying to be liked, stops trying to be loved, and starts pushing everyone away instead. Because if he's not able to be loved, what's the point of even trying?

Goro thinks his true self is inherently unlovable. He's a failure and a murderer and there's no possible way anyone could overlook that. He thinks the only reason anyone ever liked him at all is because of his perfect fake public persona. And that's what makes Akira so incomprehensible to him. Because even when Goro drops that persona, even when he becomes the person he thinks he is--the asshole who no one could ever love--Akira still loves him. Akira sees the real Goro, and he likes him. Goro can't use his true self to push everyone away. It might work on the Phantom Thieves, but it just makes Akira love him even more.

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[wonwoosthetic]

Can I request S56 for Mingyu? I was thinking maybe you two have been FWB for awhile and he started developing feelings. He never admits to it that is until he finds out from one of the other members (maybe Seokmin) that you’ve been going on dates with Seungcheol. He ends up convincing Seok to spy in on one of these said dates and “accidentally” bumps into you guys at a restaurant. Long stories short you guys fuck in the bathroom and you get even more confused about your relationship than you were before.

Hiii, thanks a lot for the request, I hope I did it justice and enjoy!🥵🔥

This... wow... was hot to write. Since I know how many of you guys are hoes for Mingyu (my last prompt literally got 200 notes within 24 hours after I uploaded it (thank you so much for that!), here you have another one.

Jealousy Looks Good On You | Chapter One

Prompt (Smut): 56. “Are you fucking him?”, “That’s none of your business.”, “Answer the damn question.”

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Prompts

Requests, asks, and taglist are open :)

Warnings: smut (18+), semi-public sex (public bathroom), cursing, jealousy

Trope: friends with benefits to ???

Pairing: Mingyu x Reader, S.Coups x Reader

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: Please be ware: this has kinda a long backstory, I'm sorryyy :/ Not gonna lie though... kinda want to turn this into a series. I would have imagines this as sort of like the second part of it (first one would be the backstory of you and Mingyu becoming fwb, and then the third one would be figuring out your relationship), so let me know if you're interested! :)

Dates And A Bathroom

(Y=You, M=Mingyu)

M: Can I come over tonight?

Y: Sorry, I'm out.

Mingyu has been getting the same sort of answers from you for the past three weeks: I'm not home, I'm out, can't sorry. Receiving these messages also meant that he hasn't been able to see you in this time, and he was getting noticeably irritated by it - not getting to feel your body up against his own was not doing him any good. Even the members started noticing it, telling him to just go out and find someone else to let his frustration out on, but the truth was... he didn't want anyone else. He could never do the things he does to you to anyone else. And even though he hadn't told any of the other guys this, didn't mean they couldn't tell, as it was clear as the sky is blue that Mingyu's feelings got stronger for the person he had sworn was only a friend he casually slept with from time to time.

M: With who?

As much as the 24-year old didn't want to sound nosy or frustrated, he couldn't help but wonder who you were ditching him for, once again.

You had to think twice about what exactly you were going to answer your long term friend, that you have been fucking casually, on his question.

Y: Coups. Sorry, maybe next week :)

You hoped that maybe your additional text would cover it up well enough... you really hoped so.

The relationship Mingyu and you had built up had gotten more and more confusing over the span of the last few months that you had this 'thing' going on. Both of you agreed that sleeping with each other to get over your built-up frustration and horniness was a good idea, but the last few weeks made you start doubting this.

You also never meant for this to happen: meeting up on dates with Seungcheol came up randomly. But you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't been enjoying his presence for the past dates that you guys shared. He was kind, sweet, respectful, and truly everything a woman could wish for, and him asking you out first was definitely not something you could have ever seen coming. The two of you agreed to start casually and just see where it would lead to. You also agreed to keep it a secret from Mingyu... just in case, it wouldn't work out. There was nothing wrong with that, right? Then why does it kinda not feel right...

Why did you start going out with him? You were trying to convince yourself that it was because you started looking for something more serious, something more meaningful than just fucking around... deep down though, you knew that you could potentially have the same thing with Mi- no, no, no, no way, he was just your friend and you were having fun. Seungcheol could be something serious though... right?

The tall man scuffed at the message he received, and responded:

M: Alright, have fun, be careful.

Not meaning any of it... besides the 'be careful'.

He walked out of his room and came to sight with DK lounging on their couch in the living room.

"Wanna go out tonight? Maybe invite the other 97s?" He wanted to know, throwing himself onto the cushion next to his friend.

"I thought you're meeting up with (Y/N)." DK wondered.

The younger one shook his head, looking at the TV in front of them, "Nah, she's going out."

To which Dokyeom nodded, mindlessly looking at his phone, "Ah, right, I think Coups mentioned it."

Mingyu's head shot to his right, looking at the other guy, "What?" who then raised his head, "What?" The taller one sat up straighter, elbows on his knees, "What did you just say?" Suddenly the realisation of hit DK. He quickly shut his mouth that hung open and turned his attention back to his phone, "Nothing, sorry."

But Mingyu was having none of it, "No, no, no, what did you just say?"

"Nothing, I... I mixed something up," he tried defending himself, but he had never been a good liar. Not being quick enough to react, DK got his phone snatched out of his hands by Mingyu, who immediately put it under his butt.

"Hey, stop," the older one tried to reach for it, "Give it back." The black-haired member leaned back and stretched out his arm in which's hand the phone now was, "First, you repeat what you just said." The other 97 Liner gave up quickly, knowing he wouldn't win anyways, "Listen, it's not my place to say this", "Still you did, so repeat it."

With a sigh, he did, "Seungcheol mentioned it", making Mingyu raise his eyebrows, gesturing for him to continue, "That he's taking (Y/N) out tonight."

"What do you mean 'take out'?!" Mingyu's voice got significantly louder, standing up quickly. Dokyeom followed his action, now standing right in front of him, "Man, I don't know, they've been going out for a while now."

He couldn't believe his ears. Not knowing what to do, he just stood there. Dumbfounded, looking around the room, not focusing on anything particularly. Seokmin used that time and snatched his phone back from the other one's hand. "I'm sorry" He patted his shoulder. Just as he was about to leave, he felt a grasp on his arm, "Where?" He gave Mingyu a questioning look, "Where are they meeting up?"

"How am I supposed to know that? He just said he's taking her out, I don't know where," he defended himself.

"Then go and find it out," the tall member pointed to the door.

"Mingyu," Seokmin sighed, "You shouldn't-"

"Shouldn't what?! Huh? What shouldn't I do?!"

The two of them looked each other in the eyes, not saying a word. The older one could see the sorrow and hurt in his friend's eyes. He was one of the few ones who had been following your relationship since the beginning and who had been seeing Mingyu slowly falling in love with you... He didn't know how he was feeling, nor would he ever pretend to know, but he also knew that he couldn't let him down like this...

"Listen, I know this may be hard for you, but-" he tried talking him down, but again, that didn't work.

"But nothing! Just find out where he's going, Jesus Christ!" He was panting around the room, not knowing what to do.

"It's understandable that you're frustrated, but you can't-"

"Stop with the 'buts', you have no idea what I'm gonna do, I don't-"

"I know exactly what you're gonna do!" Suddenly also DK raised his voice, being done with the way Mingyu was speaking... shouting more, "I know you, dude! You're gonna find out where they are, and you're gonna do something you will regret." Mingyu scuffing didn't stop him from continuing, "I know you're in love with her. I know it. But do you really think trying to get in between her and Seungcheol is gonna do anything good? You don't even know what they're meeting up for."

"You know damn well why they're meeting up. Coups has always said he thought (Y/N) was pretty." He said back down, "Alright, so I am in love with her. Is it wrong to act on it?"

"It's not wrong, but do you really think it's worth it, what you want to do?" Dokyeom honestly wanted to know. Mingyu nodded his head with no hesitation.

10 minutes after DK left to go and squeeze the answer out of Chan who knew all the details about your date, which was a lot easier than thought, he sent Mingyu a quick text with the address of the restaurant and added the time their friend had told him.

M: You're coming with me. Meet me at my car in 5 minutes.

The oldest 97 Liner knew it was useless to argue with his friend and decided, helping him by trying to keep his mind clear would be better than letting him go alone and possibly ruin everything he had built up with not only you but also his friendship with S.Coups.

--- At The Restaurant ---

Seungcheol opened the door for you and motioned for you to walk in first. The restaurant was definitely more expensive than any other you would ever visit by yourself, but he insisted that your third date should be a little bit more special. As soon as you got to the hostess, he let her know under which name he made a reservation and you were led to your designated table. There, the gentleman he was, Seungcheol got behind your chair and pulled it back, for you to sit down.

The moment you sat down, a waiter showed up with the wine card and menu, which you left all to Cheol since you had found out he had quite the knowledge when it came to these things. As always, you picked up a conversation easily, falling into a comfortable talk quickly as the wine got served first.

"I think the guys are getting a bit nosy," the man in front of you mentioned. You quickly put down your glass from which you were about to take a sip, "What do you mean?" An uneasy feeling spreading in your stomach. "Chan asked me where we're going tonight," he laughed it off. You tried fake laughing to not make him notice the thoughts that were going on inside your head, 'Why did he want to know?' 'Did he talk to Mingyu?' 'Does he know something?'

You've been having to deal with these worries for the past weeks in which you had been meeting up. Seungcheol quickly notices, "You okay?" Your head shot up quickly, looking into his worried eyes, "Yeah, I just- I just remembered something, it's fine." You shrugged it off and he bought it thankfully.

After another few minutes, suddenly two presences showed up next to you, "Oh, may we serve you tonight," Dokyeom jokingly acted like a waiter. The two of you who had been sitting at the table looked up, only to meet the eyes of Mingyu and DK.

"What are you doing here?" Their friend immediately asked, receiving an awkward chuckle from the oldest '97 Liner. As the two were talking, Mingyu's ice-cold stare never left your eyes - you could feel his disappointment and fury.

"Oh we- we were just walking down the street and saw you through the window. And we thought we could join you." Without hesitation, both of the guys got themselves seated at your table for four - the still smiling guy next to Seungcheol and the man you didn't want to see next to you.

DK was good at keeping up the small talk, Coups nodding and conversing with him, Mingyu mostly just listening, but you couldn't focus for the life of you. Your hands were in your lap, picking at your nails, a bad habit that comes out when you're nervous. Your mindset was everywhere but at what was happening at the table. Why was he here? What was he trying to do? Why did you have to lie? Just telling him the truth would have saved you from this incredibly uncomfortable situation you were in. Mingyu seemed to notice the way your head hung low, and his gaze drifted to your hands, seeing your fingers fiddling. He moved his hand over to yours to grasp them under the table but as soon as you felt his touch, you pushed his hands away, lifted your hand and interrupted the conversation that was going on, "So, are we going to order something to eat?"

As much as you wanted to leave the scene, you knew that this wouldn't stop Dokyeom and Mingyu from following you and, to be honest, you couldn't care less right now. You were not only annoyed at him following you to your date but that he had the audacity to interrupt it as well.

After you went first to grab the card and look at the menu, the others followed your action. Seungcheol noticed your change of posture and attitude, "Maybe we should go somewhere else?" He directed the question to the group while looking at you, so you knew that it was meant for you, but he didn't want to make it too obvious.

"No, it's fine," You gave him a fake smile, feeling Mingyu's side-eye glance.

"Hyung," the man next to you suddenly spoke up, "What made you choose this restaurant?" But you couldn't even hear Cheol's answer. You were focused on Mingyu... too focused on him. He felt your eyes on him, making him turn his head and look you directly in the eyes, to which you quickly looked away. After a few more seconds of trying to read the menu, you suddenly felt a big hand softly placing itself on your thigh. Your heartbeat quickened immediately, and you almost gasped.

"You okay?" Seungcheol sounded worried. You got a smile as an answer, "Yeah, all fine," in the same moment that you took the hand on your thigh in yours and tried to get it off, when it suddenly gripped it hard, making you sit straighter and place the card back on the table.

"I never knew you liked (Y/N)," Mingyu started again, "Why did you want to take her out?"

"Don't answer that," You quickly stopped Seungcheol, who already had opened his mouth.

"Hm?" He looked at you surprised, so you repeated, "Don't answer his question," before turning to your left, "And you stop asking stupid questions?"

Mingyu gave you a smirk, "Why stupid questions? I just wanted to know-", "No." You interrupted him.

Then you felt his grip tighten again as his eyes never left your face, "Then you tell me," this made you turn back to him, "Why didn't you tell me-"

"I'm sorry," you showed a finger to Cheol, "Could you excuse us for a minute?" Not waiting on an answer as you asked him rhetorically, you stood up and dragged Mingyu with you by his hand. You stopped once you reached the back of the restaurant, where the toilets were, opening one door, not letting go of his hand until both of you were inside, out of side from his friends.

"Oh, so now you need me?" He cockily asked, ready to grab your hips, but you only slapped his hands away, "I don't want them to see me slapping you," you explained, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?" He scuffed, "I'm not the one going out behind my friend's back!"

"Behind your back?! This has nothing to do with you!" You raised your voice.

"He's one of my best friends, of course, it's my business," he lied. Yes, of course, Seungcheol was one of his closest friends. But that was not why he felt like it was his business.

"No. Me and him meeting up has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, it does. I have to look at you two," he simply stated, leaning back on the sink.

"Wow," you crossed your arms, "Real mature. We're friends. My love life does not involve you."

He pushed himself off the sink and started approaching you slowly, "I think you're forgetting that I'm still the one fucking you, not him." His actions and words made you back at the same speed that he was walking up to you, just until you hit the counter behind you.

"How would you know?" At this point, you were more than just annoyed and didn't think too much about the words falling from your lips.

"What did you just say?" Mingyu raised one eyebrow, looking you dead in the eyes. Instead of answering him, you simply looked away, avoiding his stare. Suddenly, you felt his hand grab your jaw tightly, turning your head to meat his face, "Are you fucking him?", "That's none of your business." You copied his stare. Both of your faces were close enough to feel the other one's breath against your lips. His grip switched from your jaw to your neck but was just as tight, "Answer the damn question."

"Or what?" You decided to challenge him, feeling the effect of his body this close to you as your legs got wobblier and your breathing quickened.

"Or I'm going to fuck you so hard that the entire restaurant will hear you screaming my name." No words could leave your mouth as your breath hitched and you had to gulp, processing what Mingyu just said.

Both of you only exchanged the same desire in your eyes, words weren't needed, as he knew exactly what you were asking for by the way your stare switched from his eyes to his lips repeatedly. Another smirk formed on his lips before he loosened his grip to place the palm of his hand on your cheek and pull you in for a hard kiss. Without hesitation, your hands went to the back of his neck, trying to pull him even closer, as your lips were quickly moving against each other. The way his tongue started entering your mouth made you forget the public situation you were in and you just went along with whatever he was doing.

"You got all dolled up for him, just for me to absolutely ruin you now," he cockily noticed as he had found the seam of your dress.

"Shut up," you quickly answered, pulling on his hair in the back of his neck, earning a deep moan from him. As soon as his hands were able to get underneath your dress, it didn't take long to get rid of your underwear, as he simply just ripped them off of you, making you gasp, "Are you out of your mind?" You hit him in the chest, which only seemed to make him more confident in his actions.

"I felt how much more you just got turned on by that, so shut that pretty little mouth of yours and be a good girl and turn around." You quickly did as you were told, way too turned on to wait any longer for him to finally do something about it.

His lips started placing kisses below your ear before travelling down your neck and to your shoulders, all while looking at you through the mirror you were now facing. Your head fell back as soon as you started feeling his big hands grabbing your naked ass and squeezing it.

"And you think Cheol could get you turned on that quickly, huh?"

As your mind was elsewhere, you didn't answer, but only moaned when he started sucking on the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder met, before suddenly stopping.

"If you don't answer me, I won't touch you. Answer me, and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk back to the table normally," he whispered in your ear, your eyes meeting when both of you looked into the mirror.

"So, I'm gonna ask again," you started feeling his hands raising up your dress and reaching to the front, finding your core quickly, "You think Seungcheol could make you this wet?" He asked just as his fingers grazed over your entrance, feeling your wetness already pouring out of you.

"No," you shakingly answered as he started circling your clit.

"No, what? Use your words well," he demanded.

"No, he can't make me this wet," you moaned when his index finger found its way back to your entrance, but his thumb stayed on your bundle of nerves, "Fuck, Mingyu..."

You could hear his left hand working on opening his belt to get his pants down, but as it was getting too hard, he had to use his right one as well, leaving your core, making you whine.

"Don't get whiny. You didn't want me to fuck you in the first place today." Mingyu gripped your hips harshly and made sure your ass lined up perfectly with his now free dick.

"I'm sorry," you said breathlessly, looking at him by staring straight ahead.

"You should be sorry to everyone in the restaurant once they hear your beautiful moans."

As you felt his dick now on your ass, you started moving your hips, and both of his hands went back to your front - left was working on your clit, when the right middle and ring finger slammed into you. A loud moan left your mouth at the sudden action, and your back hit his chest.

His fingers quickly moved in and out of you, making the sounds of your wetness echoing through the bathroom.

"Mingyu," you moaned. "Yeah? Come on, you can be louder than that." He made it almost sound challenging. His eyes never left your face in the mirror, looking at the way your mouth was hanging open, moans leaving it every now and then - this is the sight he wanted to see for the rest of his life.

Your hands were trying to hold onto something but could only find both of his forearms, which you were holding onto for dear life. The speed at which Mingyu kept on moving his fingers, you could have sworn he lifted you off the ground just by them every time he slammed them inside you. He switched up his motions from going inside and out to also moving them inside you by curling them up, hitting that rough spot just right, making you almost scream, but you were able to quickly stop yourself by pressing your lips together.

As soon as Mingyu saw that, his right hand came up to your mouth, spreading your wetness around it, releasing your lips from pressing against each other, "No, no, you're not holding in any of those pretty moans. I want to hear all of them. Let them know who makes you that good", he stated in a normal tone. After sucking off your wetness off his fingers, he put them back to where they were, this time, not making you hold back any loud sounds.

"Mingyuuuu," you dragged out his name as his motions made you bounce.

"Fuck, I'll never get enough of hearing that," he admitted with a moan as he started rubbing his dick against your crack.

"Gyu, I'm close," you told him with your shaky voice.

"Don't you fucking dare come until I'm inside you," he answered with a death stare in the mirror.

"Then fuck me finally, Jesus Christ!" You almost shouted.

"I swear, I'm never letting another man touch you," Mingyu quickly added before retreating his finger and placing his hands on your hips to line you up well. "Bend over properly, princess," he said as one of his hands came up to your head and pushed forward, making you tilt your entire upper body in that direction and rest your palms on top of the counter.

He teased you for a short time, gliding the tip of his erection over your entrance, before slamming into you harder than with his fingers before. This action made you jump forward slightly and switch from leaning onto your palms to leaning onto your elbows quickly.

"Ah, shit!" you moaned loudly without thinking about the volume of your voice, "Fuck, Mingyu. Fuck me, please." And he did just as he was told.

His hands went from holding onto your hips and ass to getting a hold of your hair to pull you backwards, making you hit his chest again.

"Look at you," he ordered you, "Look at me fucking you senseless." You couldn't even look properly straight, your head constantly falling backwards or forwards in pleasure.

His name kept on falling from your pretty lips, turning him on, even more, making him move faster if even possible.

"Ugh," he groaned deeply, "How are you still this tight," thinking back on all of the other nights you've shared together in the unholiest positions.

Your moans turned into whines as the hand that had clasped your hair went back to the front to not only hold you in position but to also put some focus back on your clit by rubbing circles around it. Mingyu knew exactly how to touch you, the months you've spent together teaching him just that. If he could, he could make you come within three minutes - he had done so before.

"Gyu, ah, it feels so good," you tried letting him know, knowing he lives for your praise. You knew it worked by the way his lips went to your neck, and you felt a smirk just then, "Damn right it does." He started sucking on one spot again, using everything he could right now, to pleasure you, "I know you want to come, I can feel you tightening around me. So fucking do it," he demanded.

You were still surprised by how stable Mingyu was always able to sound while literally fucking your soul out of your body - you made a mental note to possibly challenge that at some point.

You hated how well he knew you, because damn, of course, you were close. By the way, he was fucking your hole AND stimulating your clit while ALSO sucking on your neck, you could have sworn to even squirt if it wasn't for you remembering that you were still in a public bathroom.

After his demand it didn't take long for you to finally reach your high with a screeched moan as his fingers went almost double the speed, helping you, but also making you lose your complete feeling in your legs. You quickly grabbed onto the counter again when you felt Mingyu releasing himself inside you and hearing him groan as he pushed the both of you forward. He kept on moving his dick in and outside of you, milking out every last drip that could come out, and his fingers started slowing down slightly, making you able to ride out your orgasm like he usually lets you.

You could feel his heavy breathing by your neck and his chest moving up and down quickly on your back. His hands went back to your hair to put it behind your ear as he placed a kiss on your cheek - you leaned into it without noticing. Mingyu stood back up straight to reach for a tissue at the disposer hanging on the wall. After grabbing it, he slid out of you slowly, leaving you feeling empty and cold all of a sudden. You were able to stable your breathing somewhat again and were about to stand up when Mingyu's hand stopped you by placing it on your lower back, "No, stay," he quietly spoke.

Just then, you felt the tissue graze against your slit, where his release mixed with your juices was leaking out. He cleaned you up well, all without exchanging any words, before throwing them away and pulling you back up by your hand.

As the man in front of you was putting his pants back on, your eyes didn't leave his frame. They travelled over his legs, up his torso, until they rested at his face, well, more the top of his head as he was looking down. That's when you realised the mistake you had just done. The only reason, that you even went out with Seungcheol was to walk away from something like this happening. How could you have let this happen when you strictly told yourself, you wouldn't fall for the guy who was only fucking you as a friend?

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Again, sorry that it’s kinda long😕

Also, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

Hope you have a good day/night and feedback is always appreciated! :)

[imaginativeamateur]

[Itachi Uchiha X Reader] First Snow {Part 15}

Part 14 | Part 16

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x fem!Reader

Note: I can't believe we're on Part 15, wutttt :D And there was me saying that I'd not write a long-fic just a few months ago. Honestly, I started uploading this series when the furthest I got with the plot was somewhere around Part 8 :DD So I've been walking on the line for half of the published plot :DDD I also never thought I'd get political with any fic, but here I am :))) Thank you for your support <33 A note I must pose: pay attention to the details ;)))

~~/ /When you were about to leave to the place before anyone saw you, Izumi's shrieking voice stilled your feet. She was calling someone's name, someone you never thought would be inside at that time./ /~~

“Shisui, what do we do?”

You heard Izumi gasping a name—the one that even in your dreams, you would never imagine being the person on the other side of the door. Shisui would never do something like this.

Figured that there was much more to the story than you could possibly conceive, you immediately concealed your chakra to the lowest and distanced yourself from the door, still holding your gaze intensely on the wooden plank. This must be another trick of hers, and you willed yourself to believe so—that Shisui, who was always by your side when you first came here, who understood you when your own husband refused to, who you could rely on when you needed a hand, who risked his safety to save you, would never engage in Izumi’s schemes. That shameless, bewitched woman must be tricking you again, driving a wedge within the Clan, you thought. She wanted to implicate Shisui, Itachi's right-hand man, and you would never fall into her trap, not this time.

Alarmed, you scrambled out through the way Shisui instructed earlier, hoping to report the incident to Itachi as soon as you could, fearing that the pair would break free if you were to be any minute late. No matter how bizarre the story you were about to tell was, you had to get Itachi here. You squinted your eyes shut, praying that the seal would keep them inside for another while. However, if the man she was with was someone acquainted with your branch of the Uchiha Clan, it might be a different story.

According to your knowledge, your branch was isolated from the main house for more than a decade to ensure the safety of Konoha’s northern border. When you returned to the village, only a dozen members came back with you. Most of them were women and children, as the men stayed back to protect the border and tragically sacrificed for peace. Since Izumi was behind those scrolls used against you, that man you saw with her earlier must be someone against your branch, too, and potentially plotting against the main house by stirring a dispute within the internal system. If that was the case, then the person with Izumi must be familiar with constitutional matters, someone who wished upon Itachi’s downfall—

Your eyes widened, and you stopped just in time before colliding with a dead-end, bare feet skidding on the ground. This should be the way out, there must be the way out—Shisui told you so. He told you so.

Petrified, you stumbled backward in disbelief. Still calculating the time left before the guards would wake up and the couple imaginably breaking the seal, your heart throbbed when you thought of a possibility. Shisui, he would never be involved in this, right?

You sucked in a difficult inhale and scanned the area one last time in case you might have missed an escape route. When you turned around, your eyes instantly sparkled at the sight of Shisui hanging from the ceiling, and you felt relief coursing through your body. His presence was like lighting up a torch at the end of the tunnel for your desperation. He was here, Shisui was here, and you would be alright.

“I’ve been waiting.” The man did not waste a second to land on the ground effortlessly, easing his way to your side, thoroughly checking if there were any fatal wounds on your body. “I’m so happy you made it out safely, now let’s go. I’ll get you to somewhere safe for the night, out of Konoha.”

However, you sensed something off with Shisui as he approached you, closer and closer. With the distance between the two of you diminishing, you finally spotted the beads of sweat along his hairline and his pinkish skin. Konoha just exited winter, and there was no reason for him to be sweating when it was freezing out there, let alone the ragged breathes that puffed out from his lips. You unconsciously gulped and took a step back.

Shisui was still smiling gently, his smile crooking, “What’s the matter?”

With a trembling voice and clenched fists, you tried to buy more time to analyze the situation, returning his smile without changing your expression. “I don’t see any way out. Where did you even come in from?”

“Oh, there is a secret way that only a few of us know of. I was outside, too restless waiting for you to come through. You took too long that I thought you were lost or hurt, even. You scared the heck out of me.” He shrugged, heaving an exhale as he explained. “Just look up to the ceiling where I just appeared from, Y/N. What, you don’t trust me?”

You blinked your eyes at him, trying to detect dishonesty in his voice. But Shisui sounded so genuine, and you wanted to believe him—to believe in his innocence. Your face softened, “No, it’s just that I—nevermind.”

Picking up your feet, you walked your way towards Shisui with a sigh of relief. You intended to keep what you saw earlier on your escape to yourself, only reporting it solely to Itachi once you got to him. For now, you were allayed that Shisui was not behind this act. When you were finally standing under where he first made an appearance, your released an exhale when you truly saw a dislocated stone above. You hesitated, “I...need to go to Itachi’s place first.”

“And what’s the reason for that?” He raised a brow. "He put you in here."

“I need to get some important documents.” You lowered your voice, avoiding his gaze, feeling guilty for lying.

“I can get them for you later, you need to be safe first,” he insisted and got ready to fling himself up again.

“No,” you quickly caught Shisui by the arm, looking at him in the eyes earnestly. “This is really urgent, I need to get the documents before leaving Konoha.”

His eyes darkened, and you immediately knew there was a huge problem awaiting—you just dragged yourself into a deadly place. Shisui locked his gaze with yours, his voice barely audible, “Are you hiding anything away from me?”

Your body stiffened, and you shook your head vehemently. “I’m not hiding anything, but please, I need to go back to Itachi’s place—”

But before you even finished your sentence, a hand forcefully wrapped around your neck, straining your respiration as you struggled for air. Shisui lifted you off of the ground, and your hands flew in to free yourself from his chokehold, but it was to no avail. He was exceptionally strong and with your battered state, you stood no chance against the man. Tears stung your eyes and began streaming down your face. The next second, you finally realized. “W-Why, Izumi and you—”

“So you do know something, perhaps you were the person who caused me the trouble earlier.” He chuckled lowly and tightened his grip on your neck, almost snapping it in halves. “You rat.”

You were coughing convulsively at this point and you felt your lids growing heavier. Your worst nightmare came true—Shisui was the man you saw with Izumi earlier. Just when you were about to fall unconscious, a kunai dashed through your narrowed vision and stabbed into the stone wall, barely grazing past Shisui’s hand that was choking you. If it was not for his fast reflex, that sharp metal would have been deep inside his appendage by now. Quickly turning his head in the direction of the attack, Shisui’s face twisted in mockery.

“So I was right about you, Shisui.”

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[hgf-the-fairy]

Solaris, the utterly mind-blowing Atari 2600 game

I was going to upload a longer GIF of the game, but it turns out the game is a bit... flashy at times, so I had to trim out the UI and cut it off far earlier than I wanted unfortunately. Discretion is advised if you wish to see footage of the game in action with the full UI, as it can flash a fair bit, and the game has occasional full screen flashing effects too.

That being said, I uh... yeah, wow. Multiple gameplay styles in pseudo 3D with a proper like, menu thing that you use to... I think move around a sort of world map? Look, I don't fully understand the mechanics of this one, I'm kind of too blown away by the visuals here to pay attention to that one whenever I play this thing.

From what I can tell though, basically in Solaris you travel between various different section types, some on planets, others in space, and you use the scanner map thing to choose which kind of section you want to do next. And you can't move through something if you haven't already cleared it.

I don't really understand the overarching objective, but what I do know is that it's fun to shoot stuff in the game and the moment to moment gameplay is fun enough that even if you're like me and can't be bothered to read the manual to understand how it works (I assume the manual explains better what's going on anyway), the game is probably worth giving a look just to see the sheer spectacle of this thing!

Of course, it being an Atari 2600 game, I can't imagine there's too much I'm missing about how the mechanics work. Even the most complex games for the system tend to only require so much explanation, and that's stuff like, E.T. or whatnot, wherein weird symbols are explained in the manual and you have to know how those work or you will be hopelessly lost on how the game is supposed to work.

In other words, while there's probably more going on here and I bet if I played it enough times I'd catch on, I also could probably beat the game just using my current knowledge of the mechanics without ever really fully figuring out what the exact win condition here is.

I'm admittedly less sure what to say about this one overall though, I just think it looks cool and is decently fun to play.

Seriously though. How the actual heck did somebody pull this off on the 2600??? I feel like I've seen demoscene stuff on there that I understand how it'd be possible more than this for crying out loud.

This is a system with 256 bytes of RAM as a reminder.

If you didn't know that before, go back and watch that GIF again. 256 bytes of RAM. And no framebuffer of any kind to speak of, you had to re-adjust sprites per scanline on the darn thing.

Somebody looked at that and said "oh yeah, this should be a reasonable game for that". Somehow. And pulled it off, too.

Like... I dunno, if that isn't impressive, doubly so for a game most people seem to have forgotten about, I don't know what is.

[professorsnape394]

The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Nine: Letters, Lovers and Loyalties

A/N: This is the ninth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2185

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

Yet another letter dropped into the lap of Aria Dumbledore as she sat absentmindedly sketching. Dropping her quill back into the small pot of ink which balanced on the arm of her chair, a small sigh escaped her lips. She had been expecting another to arrive any day now.

Aria allowed herself a small glance in the direction of her desk where the ever growing pile of unopened letter sat gathering dust. Disregarding her drawing, Aria traveled to her desk, fingers fumbling with the edge of the envelope. Admittedly, Aria's mind had been focused on that small pile of letters the past few days, and consequently the man who sent them. She couldn't bring herself to reply to his constant inquiries, but she had considered there was no harm in opening a few of them. She longed to hear from him, though she had been in denial for so long now she wasn't sure what to expect from his most recent letters.

Waiting no longer she ripped the paper from its wax seal, her eyes quickly scanning every word on the page.

My dear Aria, Though I know you say you cannot reply to my letters, I write them all with the hope that you will find the time in your busy schedule to at least read them. As always things are quiet here without you. Too quiet. I miss your voice. I miss hearing you sing to yourself in the shower thinking no one can hear you, I miss hearing you hum as you wander aimlessly through the house, I miss watching you draw as I pose for you, but most importantly I miss holding you in my arms. I long for the end of the school year when we will be reunited and I will have nothing to miss except maybe writing these letters. I long for a response to my letters, my darling. I simply must know that you miss me as I miss you. In the mean time I will continue to write to you to keep myself distracted from everything terrible happening in the world, by simply thinking of you. All my love, S.

Aria couldn't help but feel a great pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach for ignoring the letters, but she couldn't bare the thought of reading them, while she was still coming to terms with how she felt when she decided to leave for Hogwarts. She knew immediately she would not be able to maintain a long distance relationship with him. Though he was the first man she had ever loved she had been too cowardly to confess her feelings for him in person, let alone on a piece of parchment. She knew she was a pathetic coward from the moment he told her he loved her and she could not find it in her to return the favour. Her cowardice was more than proven the day she left for Hogwarts. Aria had planned to break up with him, to avoid further heartbreak down the line. But she could not even find the courage to do that.

Instead she was living in denial. In her mind they had broken up, and refused to face up to whatever she was truly feeling until it was absolutely necessary. Her plan had been to distract herself as much as possible, suppress her feelings and just forget about the situation completely. And to be totally honest her plan had been working for her, with the exception of a few off days such as today. However when it came time to wake up and face the music she had no idea what her plan would be then.

Leaving the letter open on her desk she took a stroll around the grounds of Hogwarts to clear her mind. The time to figure out all of her problems was not now. She was still a young, carefree woman and she didn't want the burden of guilt stopping her from living her life however she so wished.

Arias walk led her to the village of Hogsmeade, and after working up a light sweat, the young professor opted to pop into the Three Broomsticks to quench her thirst.

Unsurprisingly for a late Tuesday evening the place was barren. Besides for a drunken wizard practically falling off his bar stood, a crazy witch whispering to herself and two well dressed men, sitting out of place in a side booth, the place was completely deserted. Planning to only stay for a pumpkin juice Aria took a seat at the bar and begun chatting to the same barmaid who had served her and Severus all those weeks ago.

"Busy night?" Aria joked, rolling her eyes at the drunk to her right.

The woman laughed in return, handing over a glass of pumpkin juice. "This is pretty much the standard, at this time." She shrugged, polishing off a perfectly clean glass, to keep herself busy. "That one over there doesn't even order anything, but its not worth the hassle kicking her out." She gestured to the old hag in the corner, her perfectly polished nails glistening in the dim bar light.

"I wish I could say I felt sorry for you, but a break away from the chaos that is Hogwarts is a slight relief." Aria sighed. She was still not used to being around so many people all the time having spent the past few years alone, besides her mother, she often needed time alone to breathe.

"Oh, then you must be new. I've had my fair share of lonely professors spend an evening behind my bar, and I usually remember who's spilled their whole life story to me. Though you do look familiar, what do you teach?" She finished up with her glasses, leaning her elbows on the bar to get a closer look at the younger woman, her breasts practically falling out her blouse.

"I'm just an apprentice for now. I'm the new Potions Mistress." Aria smiled, taking a small sip of her drink.

"Oh yes, now I remember. You came here with that Severus. He's not unfamiliar with our whiskey selection, if you know what I mean." Both women rolled their eyes in unison. "He doesn't seem to talk much though, I can't say I know anything about him. I must admit I was surprised to see him with a gorgeous young witch like yourself."

"You weren't the only one." Aria scoffed, finishing off her pumpkin juice.

"Well it makes a little bit more sense now." She laughed, a set of pristine pearly teeth emerging from her red glossy lips.

It seemed Aria was not the only one who had been admiring the woman's beauty, and almost right on cue the drunk decided to look a little bit more lively, demanding another pint. Reluctantly the barmaid obliged, shooting Aria an apologetic look.

Aria couldn't help but notice the gruff looking man practically throw himself over the bar in order to get a good gawk at the barmaids behind. The slightly older woman seemed unfazed by the mans actions, in-fact Aria wasn't entirely unsure she wasn't enjoying the attention. Choosing not to interrupt as neither party seemed to object to the altercation, Aria kept her mouth shut.

That was until the man's attention turned to her. The barmaid disappeared from view, presumably to refill the barrel the drunk had practically drowned himself in. "Haven't seen you around here before." He started harmlessly, though Aria did not miss the way his eyes seemed to scan the whole of her body.

"Just moved into Hogwarts, haven't seen much of Hogsmeade." Aria admitted, but made the conscious decision to turn away from him, hoping not to engage in any further conversation.

"You a friend of Ros'" He asked, intrigued, while downing a good half of his pint.

"Not really, no." Aria shrugged. "I didn't even know her name until just now."

"Rosalind Rookwood." He edged his seat closer to Arias. "Fantastic barmaid, though I wouldn't say it was her best profession." He winked.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Aria turned her nose up at the man, just praying he would leave her alone.

"Well, you know, bein' a barmaids fine an all, but it doesn't always pay the bills. Miss Rookwood's got her fair share of stories to tell, and not all of them her own." He laughed, the potent stench of his alcoholic breath suffocating Aria as he leaned in closer, wrapping a heavy arm around her shoulders. "If it turns out teaching isn't for you, just know you'll have a loyal customer in me." He hiccuped, his free arm, reaching down to stroke the woman's exposed thigh.

Instinctively Aria gripped onto his wrist, forcing it off of her. "What the hell do you think you are doing!?" Aria exclaimed, pushing the man away from her. "Don't you dare lay your hands on me again."

The drunk showed no sign of guilt or remorse, he simply chuckled to himself, revealing a shocking lack of teeth. Disgusted, Aria made to move but found herself cornered against the bar.

Fortunately the altercation had caused enough disruption to alert the two men having a casual evening drink. Instantly one rushed over to her aid, stupefying the old man. The second man followed suit and made it his business to remove the frozen figure from the bar.

"Are you alright?" The first man asked, his brow furrowing with worry.

"I'm fine, thank you for stepping in." Aria smiled, brushing herself down, as though she was riding herself from the drunks disgusting touch.

The man returned a boyish grin, his eyes bright blue and full of kindness. Aria had never seen anyone like him. His presence was almost cartoon like, with positivity radiating from him. Aria couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, her smile growing just by looking at him. His energy was contagious.

"Is... is there anything I can do to thank you?" She tried your shake herself back to reality though remained entranced by him.

"Nothing at all. I'm just glad I was here to help." He extended a hand, almost nervously, introducing himself. "Alexander Turner, pleasure to meet you."

"You too." Aria blushed, unable to break eye contact with the man, and was now incredibly aware of how dumbfounded she must look. "I'm Aria" She stuttered, the sound of his friend retuning sending her back to reality. "I apologise for staring, but I just can't seem to take my eyes off you, you have an enchanting aura about you. I'm sorry if I may seem a little strange."

"There's no need to apologise, I get it all the time." He laughed, though not arrogantly, it was sweet and innocent. "My mother's a Veela." He added, almost embarrassedly, upon noticing the slightly look of confusion appearing on Arias face.

The couple shared an awkward smile, both at a loss for words.

Alexander's friend passed by the pair silently, slapping him encouragingly on the shoulder before disappearing behind the bar, Rosalind following closely behind.

Aria noted the difference in both attitude and appearance in the two men, finally able to distinguish between the two. The friend was tall and broad shouldered, his hair messy though not long. He gave off a sort of American football, "bro", fratbroy vibe. In other words kind of arrogant and full of himself. Clearly he saw himself as the one in control. Alexander on the other hand was more slim, but not skinny. Tall but not lanky. Innocent but not naive. His clothes appeared similar to his friends but presented more neatly and well put together. She assumed he felt sorry for his friend, knowing his Veela parentage would gain him lots of female attention, and in return Alexander simply allowed himself to get pushed around to boost his friends ego.

With a roll of his eyes Alexander practically confirmed her theory and Aria couldn't stop herself from laughing once more.

Knowing that while Rosalind and 'Braydon'; as he turned out to be, would not be returning any time soon, Aria and Alexander chose to occupy one of the booths and get to know a little bit about each other, where Alex truly confirmed all of Aria's suspicions.

Upon Braydon's return, he flashed his rather large biceps, kissing each one in turn as he flexed them, before letting out a hearty growl, presumably this was a display of male dominance among his kind. His kind being; douchebags.

With another roll of her eyes Aria bid farewell to the men, thanking Alexander once more for his heroic rescue.

"How about a date?" Alex called nervously as Aria had just about reached the door.

"I'm sorry?" She replies, caught off guard.

"A date, here, with me. What do you say?" Aria shook her head unable to look away from that damn charming smile of his.

"I'll agree to a few drinks." She clarified. "Just send me an owl, you know where I'll be." And with that she disappeared once more down the path to Hogwarts, the grey sky above all the while threatening to rain down on her.

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[supergirl-fanfiction]

Woulda Left Me Too

Lucy Lane x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Can you write a lucy lane x r story based off of the song woulda left me too by ryan griffin?

Song- Woulda left me too by Ryan Griffin

(Y/N)- Your Name

Warnings- Angst, maybe like one curse word

You can't lie to yourself Sittin' in a quiet room Not long before the walls Start whispering back to you They saw everything and tell the truth In picture frames

You were laying down in bed scrolling through all the pictures of you and Lucy. You couldn't believe you had let her slip through your fingers. You had wanted to deny the truth, but sitting along in this quiet you knew you wouldn't be able to. Your thoughts began to consume you and you felt crazy. You wanted to forget everything that had happened these past couple of days. You wanted to pretend even if for only a little while that she was going to come back. Yet you were unable to.

You gave me every second chance I didn't realize There would come a last one Right before your goodbye And I understood just in time To be too late and

You felt the tears begin to fall down your face. Lucy had always given you another chance when you messed up. You got so used to her forgiving you and giving you another chance that you never stopped to think that eventually there would be no more second chances. When you finally realized that there would only be so many chances she gave you, it was already too late. She was packing up her bags and leaving you. You had finally understood that everyone eventually reaches their limits, even Lucy but it had taken her saying goodbye for you to finally grasp that concept.

Baby, I know how hard you tried But I couldn't see it at the time And I hate myself tonight For what I put you through I deserve every tear I cry For hurtin' you The truth is I woulda left me too

Lucy had given everything she had to your relationship. She had always tried to fix things between the both of you after your arguments and fights. You only wished you had realized how hard she tried to make things work between the both of you when it counted. You hated yourself right now for all the shit you had done to her. All she had ever done was love you with every part of herself and all you did was hurt her. You felt the sobs begin to escape from your lips as the tears began to fall faster. You welcomed the pain though. You deserved all of this and so much more for everything you had put Lucy through because honestly if she had even done half the things you did you would have left her a long time ago.

I'm not fool enough to think You'd ever take me back Oh, it's much, much, much Too late for that And I hope next time love treats you The way I wish I did, 'cause

You couldn't believe she had stuck around as long as she did. She was the greatest thing to ever happen to you and even though you wanted to believe that you could fix this you knew that wasn't possible. You would have to be the biggest fool in the universe to think that she would take you back. Not after everything you had done, all the pain you had caused to her. It was too late for that. It was too late for you to try and redeem yourself. All you could do was wish that the person who she fell in love with next treats her the way that you were wishing you had treated. You hoped they gave her all of their attention, took her dancing, remembered special dates like their anniversary, and were there for her when she needed a shoulder to cry on. You hoped that the next person that was lucky enough to call Lucy Lane theirs treated her like the queen she was.

Baby, I know how hard you tried But I couldn't see it at the time And I hate myself tonight For what I put you through I deserve every tear I cry For hurtin' you The truth is I woulda left me too I woulda left me too

Right now my sorry might not Mean a thing to you I just needed you to know

I'm done blaming you

You knew she had tried everything she could to try and stop your relationship from sinking but you had managed to ruin every single one of her efforts without even trying. You became too relaxed and comfortable. You had thought she would never run out of second chances for you. She loved you and she didn't give up on the things she loved. At least not without a fight. By the time you realized that she had fought as hard as she could to make you guys work and no longer had any fight left she had already walked out with the door closing slowly behind her. You knew that no amounts of I'm sorry would help and honestly they wouldn't mean shit to her now anyways. You just wanted her to know that you realized that it wasn't her fault. You now realized that you had been blaming the wrong person this whole times. It wasn't her fault, it was yours. You quickly pulled up her contact on your phone. You pressed call even though you knew it would go to voicemail. What you had to say though couldn't be said over text. You had to make sure she knew you were being sincere, maybe it would help her get closure. You didn't know. You just knew you couldn't text what you wanted to say. The phone rang 4 times before it went to voicemail. Your felt your heart clench when you heard her voice.

"Hey sorry I'm not able to come to the phone right now." She giggled and you could hear a whispered "(Y/N) stop" before she continued with her message "(Y/N) is probably distracting me leave a message and I'll get back to you after I kick their ass." Then there was the beep telling you to record your message. You were silent for a couple seconds. She hadn't changed her voicemail message yet and it caused another shot of pain straight to your heart. You tried clearing your voice as best as you could before talking.

"I know you probably won't even listen to this message and I wouldn't blame you. I just need you to know that I understand now and I'm sorry. You gave everything to us and I didn't realize that until you were walking out of my life. I know you won't take me back and I don't blame you. I just... I need you to know I don't blame you anymore. I realize it was all me and I hope that next time you fall in love with someone who realizes what they have with you before it's too late." You ended the message before you completely broke down over the phone.  

I know, I know how hard you tried But I couldn't see it at the time And I hate myself tonight For what I put you through I deserve every tear I cry For hurtin' you

I woulda left me too I'm done blaming you I woulda left me too

You knew you deserved every last shot of pain you were feeling right then and so much more. All Lucy had ever done was accept you and love you. You relayed her by breaking her heart over and over again with your words and actions. You knew that you couldn't blame her. After all if you had been in her shoes you would have left you too.

A/N- Sorry for not updating for awhile. A lot of things have happened. I can't guarantee consistent updates due to the fact that I'm still dealing with some personal issues but I wanted to let you know this book has not been abandoned and will not be abandoned. Also to everyone who has requested stories I have no idea when they will be uploaded. I have a pretty big list at the moment and I have like 3 or 4 that are half way written and a couple more that are practically done and I'm just having some trouble figuring out how to end them.