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bunni-v1 · 4 months ago

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your shadow milk cookie relationships headcanons are now my canon. like what the fuck how can a piece of literature be so accurate to established information we know about him!!!!!!! hejsjsdjejwje ur shadowmilk is so loving and so cute lowkey

if you don't mind, since your requests are open, could you elaborate more on some more aspects of the relationship pre-ep 8 and post-ep 8? (if u haven't finished this part then u can just ignore this hehe) you mentioned how smc naturally gets more and more devoted as time goes on and he opens up (THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO ILL) so i've also wondered how he would act like when there is a threat that legitimately puts his lover in danger, or at worst, sets the tone to losing them. he'd mald, i imagine...

feel free to answer, feel free to ignore—i adore your work and i think it's not strange at all for you to shift to cookie run after dabbling in mostly human-ish games like ZZZ and TWST. all in good fun, plus you're feeding a parched audience (i am audience, haha) have a good day!

🍓Okay so this ask kinda has three parts to it, so please excuse me if it seems a little... all over the place. I'll answer both the pre and post ep 8 things, and then I'll be touching on what he's like with the threat. I do hope you enjoy my love <3

Tw: Mentions of body horror (cookie body horror?); Shadow Milk Cookie; Obsessive and Possessive behaviors; unedited

Info: Shadow Milk x Reader; Fluff; Angst (lowkey tho); Pre and Post episode 8 SMC (spoilers ahead lol); Drabble/Headcannons(?)

Pre Episode 8

From how the story seems to be set up, the confrontation with SMC should happen last, they just released it now because of the anniversary knowing he'd be hella popular lol. So I'm functioning with the idea that Gingerbrave and Co. arrive around when the other Ancients are finishing up their own confrontation with their respective beasts, meaning there's a lot of time to work with hehe.

Anyway, pre-episode 8 Shadow Milk leans into the category of 'yandere' a lot more than post. He's very obsessive about you, again stalking and watching you, learning as much as he can about you before he even allows you to see him.

You're more often than not being monitored by him, and if you're not, he's probably with you. He gets annoyed when other cookies talk to you, and he isn't afraid to voice that. While he does give you a lot of freedom, he does subtly limit the things you do and the people you're around. It's harder when you're not with him in the spire, but he goes about messing with the environment to keep you where he wants you.

And, yes, he'll crumble cookies in your name if he needs to. Their lives are arbitrary in the grand scheme of things, especially so if they're causing you strife. He won't hurt any cookies you hold dear to you -- though he really may want to at times -- only cookies that are a threat to your emotional or physical well-being. If the death causes you too much terror, then he'll tone it down to just... making their lives a miserable hellscape. It's what the deserve for hurting you, of course!

When you do join him in the spire (because you will, it's just a matter of how long it takes him to nudge you in that direction), the behavior is a bit more obvious. He doesn't like you leaving the spire for literally anything, and if you do he knows and will pop up by your side the second you stray too far. He plays it up as cute worrying, but he's legitimately scared for your wellbeing, like terrified. You're never alone in the spire if he can help it (and he can).

Like I said he watches a lot. There are eyes all around the spire and they follow you shamelessly. They appear content to just watch you, sometimes even literally forming hearts, so they're no threat to your well-being. Again, he's just observing you, more excited now that you're actually in the spire and close to him.

There is a notable difference in the environment, though you likely don't notice it (because you've only ever seen post you moving in). The atmosphere surrounding the spire is lighter, more colorful, and happy. It reflects his excitement at having you around, a visual nod to his love for you, even though you're not exactly away of it.

Despite the negatives here, there are positives! He's incredibly doting, you'll want for nothing with him. Your greatest dreams will come true with a wave of his hand, even with only half his power. He does let you wander around, you just won't be alone when you do so. He's very aware of the dangerous environment on beast yeast, he's cause for it, so he won't be risking your safety.

He's incredibly showy with his style of loving. Grand gifts and performances just to get you grinning and giggling. (He loves writing plays where the two of you are the main characters, falling in love in a million different ways, cutie he is.) He serenades you with syrupy sweet lyrics all about how much he adores all of you. Scoops you up in his arms and dances around with you. He's very touchy, like I said, always needing to have physical contact for whatever reason. (It's because he's scared you'll leave him too.)

He doesn't kiss you much if only to initiate more intimate activities. When he does, his intent is to fluster you nearly every time. Kissing is something that's hard for him, for whatever reason. It's more intimate than touches, and weirdly enough more intimate than sex in his mind. It makes him so vulnerable, so he tries to avoid it unless it's to get a reaction out of you.

Most of what he does is to get a reaction, actually. He likes seeing the way you express yourself, and regardless of what you do, he finds it cute. It's a little intimidating how much he stares, and he stares a lot. Very frequently you'll find him sitting around just... watching you. He won't stop even if you acknowledge it, just smiles all innocently until you go back to what you were doing.

That's sort of how it feels during this whole time, that he's just watching from the outside. There's a distance he keeps between you and him, the power dynamic is a lot more stark here. However, when you're not aware - be that you're sleeping or doing something where you can't see him - genuine affection comes out.

Floating around the spire in his arms as you rest, he whispers sweet nothings he could never bring himself to say to your face. He'll lead you around the winding halls of the spire with a path of your favorite flowers, aiding you in getting to where you want to go. He leaves gifts around, taking you on little treasure hunts just to reveal something sweet and heartfelt at the end. The spire itself shifts and changes around you to be more to your liking, and there are rooms within it dedicated to the hobbies you enjoy.

This gentleness is all hidden when you're together, though. Only showing itself when you can't look him in the eyes and reject him. He can't bring himself to let you in, he's scared of that rejection. He wants you to think he's powerful and amazing, so allowing you to see just how much he adores you would be terrible. What if you don't like him at his weakest? What if you realize that you could do better than him? What if you meet Pure Vanilla and you realize how much better he is? What if you leave him? Oh, it tears him apart.

So, he can't let you in. He'll put on a performance so dazzling it'll distract you from how much his heart aches when he sees you. He'll prove that he really does love you through flowery words and fantastical shows, anything to hide how much he adores you. Even when you try to get him to connect, he'll brush it off for fear of you not accepting him as he is. He can't handle you rejecting him, not after all he's done to keep you at his side, not after how hard he's fallen in love with you.

Post Episode 8

This is where we see Shadow Milk Cookie open up a lot more to you. After the so-called betrayal of Truthless Recluse, and his being incredibly emotionally vulnerable from Compassionate Pure Vanilla's offer for friendship, he's now forced with the problem of you knowing him. You saw that raw vulnerability, the loneliness that aches deep within his dough and infects his very being with a sickness he cannot cure.

No matter how much he puts on airs, he cannot avoid you knowing him now. He has nothing to hide behind anymore, you saw how much he craves connection and care, there's no going back from that. He briefly considers leaving you, but the idea of losing you sends shivers up his back, so he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes. He may actively avoid you for a little while, but if you are patient and kind to him, he won't be able to hide for long.

Showing him that you still feel the same way by continuing your regular shows of affection is a huge relief to him. He truly expects you to think less of him now that you've seen that side of him, but you don't. It's rather odd to a cookie like him, who spent his entire existence being worshiped, revered, and feared. He assumes when you see him weak you will despise him - that you were only there for all the grandiose gifts and displays. He doesn't consider the thought that you have fallen in love with him. That you consider him yours as much as he considers you his.

It takes him a bit, but he begins to pick up where you left off. This time, though, he's more... gentle about everything. You get to take the lead around this time, and as odd as it is for him, it's cathartic to be taken care of for once. He can let his walls down and relax while you stroke his hair and hold him close to your chest. You kiss across his face with reverence that not even the most loyal of his followers could ever begin to replicate.

You love him.

He becomes addicted to the feeling, your affections being something he craves with a hunger he'd never felt before. It takes a bit for him to come to you for it, so usually you'll have to initiate it, but he melts into your hands so easily. It's pathetic how much hold a little cookie like you had over a god like him, but when you're humming sweet words at him he can't bring himself to care too much. (He will huff and puff if any of the other beasts give him shit for it, telling them off like a angry child.)

All of those hidden affections of his become much more obvious to you as time goes on. He's a bit awkward with it because he's never really been so open with any cookie before, but it's charming the way he tries so hard to be genuine with you.

You get to hear those sweet words of love from him directly, earnestly said while he holds your hand in an iron-tight grip. He gives you those heartfelt gifts by hand, telling you all about how he worked so hard to get it for you and how much care went into it. He leads you around places himself, preferring to be by your side than guiding you from a safe distance. Even the way he holds you is different, much more adoring than before. It's a kind of care he hadn't really shown you before, more considerate of what you might want rather than what he believes you might want.

And, of course, he kisses you now. Very frequently. He still does do it to fluster you at times, but less than he did before. Now every kiss has a purpose behind it, a means of displaying his affection for you. They're soft and loving, full of emotion.

Something that carries over consistently is the watching. He keeps an eye on you at all times, regardless of where you're at. Since you're no longer in the spire, there's more risk so he wants to ensure your safety. Even if you're with another beast or with Black Sapphire or Candy Apple, he's watching you anxiously.

Now if you acknowledge the eyes, they'll react to you. Before they usually just continued watching, but now they'll squint and shift excitedly at your attention. Sometimes he'll even drop flowers or a little plushie at your feet while the eye seems to grin at you with glee. You can kiss them, if you'd like -- they're warm and soft but they don't feel like eyes. If you do so the pupil with dart around nervously, then it'll pop out of existence and arrange itself to another spot you can't easily fluster him at.

Still, though, they just watch you for the most part. Making sure you're safe and happy when he isn't around. He's a bit less obsessive about who you're spending your time with, though. He trusts that you won't leave him a lot more now, and no longer finds himself threatened by anyone (other than PV).

Bonus below

Now, as a mortal cookie in beast yeast, most things put you in danger. It's a tough environment to live in, and there are a lot of violent characters around that wouldn't care if you died or not. However, most cookies are aware of Shadow Milk Cookie's, shall we say, claim on you.

There are very few things that could actually threaten you, especially with Shadow Milk Cookie monitoring you so closely. He makes the environment around you safer, and he makes sure everyone knows that you are off-limits. Unfortunately he cannot control everything, though he really does try to.

If anything, anything ever puts you in actual danger, he is beside himself with worry and rage. Your soft and sweet dough is not made for battle and danger, regardless of what you might feel. It would take the witches themselves to stop him from tearing apart the lands to ensure your safety. And tear them apart he would. He would carve deep valleys into the ground for you, slice mountains to their base, and raze forests flat if it means you will be safe.

If it's a cookie? Some insignificant act or protest from a foolish mortal, deciding to use you to get his attention? Oh, they'll know hell.

Depending on how much damage they do the punishment will vary, but it won't be pleasant regardless. If they just take you away for a little while, he'll torture them. Ensuring the life they go back to is much harder for them to live through, but he won't kill them. They have to learn their lesson and live to tell the tale so no one is stupid enough to follow their example.

If they hurt you at all, they're dead. Shadow Milk normally makes a show out of any crumbling he does, but when you are involved? He doesn't waste time with any silly shows, they just crumble. No fanfare, no sparkle, just death. They don't deserve anything more than that, not when they've caused you hurt.

Ah, and if there is a threat to you -- silly or not -- he takes it very seriously. His monitoring will increase tenfold, and he does his best to keep you with him at all times. He will not take your safety lightly, not when he adores you so.

If there is a genuine threat to your life, he will do everything in his power to remove it. After the fact, he becomes much more obsessive of your safety. It's almost suffocating for a while, but if you express concern he'll ease up a bit. Though you can feel the anxiety in his body language and the way which he speaks.

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organic-bloodbath · 2 months ago

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Take me, eat me - i need you

Reader x Mi-na, Sae-byeok, Se-mi

Summary: Three times a girl took you into the bathroom.

Warnings: 18+ MDI, smut. Literally just lesbian sex and nothing else.

A/N: These are all short separate pieces of our Squid Game girlies <3 Literally one of my laziest works. Half of this been sitting in my drafts for WEEKS, I haven't written smut between girls before so i've been unsure to post this. It's not proofread well because i've literally drank almost an entire bottle of wine and i need to post this now or i'll never post it BYE.

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MI-NA

“I want to see you first,” Mi-na whispered.

She pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you only in your bra. When she had unclasped your bra as well, her eyes widened when she looked at your bare chest, seeing your nipple piercings.

She touched your nipples, twirling the piercing with her finger, smirk spreading on her lips.

“If I had known you had these I would have taken your shirt off on the first night,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.

You put your fingers under her waistband, yanking her green pants on the floor, leaving her to stand there only in her pink thongs. You had guessed she put effort in her underwear, but god damn it turned you on more than you were prepared to. One thing you were glad for the people running these games was that they didn’t change your underwear to different ones — they weren’t that much of perverts, thankfully.

“Careful, they were expensive,” she whispered, imagining already how you could rip them apart.

You pulled them off with your thumbs, letting the gravity to drop them on the floor by her ankles, then tossing them aside. You fell on your knees in front of her, and she admired you above you.

She didn’t hesitate a second longer, lifting her leg over your shoulder and pulling you closer.

You grabbed her thighs, burying your face between her legs. You licked her clit, only slightly, and already managed to make her tense under your touch. You guided your tongue along her wet folds.

She moaned as loud as she wanted and needed, not holding back at all. She didn’t care who would hear her, the only person that mattered to her right now was you and she wanted you to hear how good you managed to make her feel.

“Oh god, yes, right there,” she gasped as you curled your fingers in just the correct way. “Keep it there.”

You rubbed your fingers against that same spot, making her shutter under your touch.

You kept doing the same motions over and over again, and sooner than you expected, she reached her climax, her hands pressing your head harder against her. She let herself moan and scream herself through the orgasm.

When she was done, she grabbed your neck to pull you up and crashed her lips on yours, testing what she tasted like on your lips. She brought her hand to massage your breast, twirling the piercing with her finger again. God, she loved those piercings.

“Sit down,” she whispered, pushing you to sit on the toilet seat by her hand on your shoulder.

You sat down, grabbing the toilet seat in your hands and spreading your legs wide to give a good view for Mi-na who was on her knees in front of you. She traced her fingers along your thighs, giving you goosebumps. She started planting gentle kisses along your inner thigh until she reached your pussy.

She lifted her head to look into your eyes, a serious look in them. “Be as loud as you can for me, okay?” she said quietly. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear how much you enjoy my touch.”

She started massaging your clit with her thumb, then slowly inserting two fingers inside you. She was slow at first, gently exploring you as deep as she could, every spot until she’d find the correct spot which drove you insane.

You put automatically your hand against your lips to muffle the gasps and moans coming out of your mouth, embarrassed that someone outside would hear you. Mi-na noticed it and instantly stopped, making you glare at her, annoyed.

“What did I tell you?” she asked seriously, her hands having a tight grip on your thighs. “Don’t hold back. Let it out.”

Mi-na started licking and sucking your clit and wet folds, rolling her tongue hard against your clit until she moved to push her tongue inside your vagina, completely eating you out.

You didn’t notice it from your point of view but Mi-na used her free hand to roll her finger against her own clit as well, but making sure she’d concentrate on pleasuring you the most.

You had slept with a few different women but Mi-na was by far the most experienced and considerate of them all.

You heard someone coming inside the bathroom and turning the sink on, starting to wash their hands. Just then, a loud gasp left your lips, your hand gripping Mi-na’s ponytail. You didn’t want her to stop, so you tried not to care about any people on the other side of the stall. You would have been embarrassed of others hearing you during sex but right now you’d rather embarrass yourself than have Mi-na stop whatever she was doing to you.

You were reaching your climax, pleasure waving through your body. Mi-na didn’t stop until you would fall silent, having gone through your entire orgasm.

She got back up and sat on your lap, legs on both sides of your body. She hadn’t put her thongs back on yet, so you could feel her own cum dripping on your thigh.

“Was it good?” she asked, holding your chin with her delicate finger.

“I think you heard enough,” you chuckled.

Mi-na pulled you into one more kiss until letting go of you, pulling you up with her.

Mi-na was about to pick up her thongs from the floor but you managed to snatch it into your hand first. She looked at you with a puzzled expression on her face.

“I think I’ll keep these.”

“Yeah? As your lucky charm in tomorrow’s game, hm?” she asked with a smirk, crossing her arms.

“Perhaps.”

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SAE-BYEOK

Sae-byeok grabbed you by your elbow, leading you towards the bathroom. She was walking so fast it was hard to keep up with her pace.

She pushed you against the sink with her body, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear to see your face entirely.

“I noticed you last night in your bed, you know,” she smirked. “Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

Your cheeks started warming up a little, no matter how hard you tried to keep a pokerface when looking into her eyes.

“Yeah? What was I doing then?” you challenged, though your voice trembled slightly.

“Want me to show you?” She bit her lip.

Her face was so close to you that the tip of your noses were touching each other, but only barely, and you could feel her hot breath on your mouth. She seemed a little hesitant and so did you, both of you wondering which one would make the move first.

She laid her hand against your stomach, playing with the waistband of your pants, her touch sending chills through your stomach. She pushed her hand under your pants, painfully slowly, and started to gently touch you through your underwear. You could see her smirk when she felt the wet fabric against her fingertips.

Then, the bathroom’s door opened, a girl walking inside. She looked at the two of you, and you turned to look back at her. Her eyes widened and cheeks turned pink when she noticed the position you were in with Sae-byeok and hurried to one of the stalls.

Sae-byeok took your hand in hers and lead you into one of the stalls without another word, locking the door behind you. She backed you against the wall, her body against yours when she took your face in her hands, taking you into a hungry kiss. It startled you a little but it didn’t take you even a second to kiss her back.

“Fuck me,” you mumbled when she pulled her head back. She still had her hand on your cheek, the other resting on your hip, and a smug smirk spread on her face for your words.

“You sure about that?” she asked, lowering her voice into a mere whisper? “Beg for it.”

“Please,” you gritted between your teeth, more desperate for her touch than you had anticipated at first.

She slid her hand inside your pants again, not taking them off, but this time also under your panties. She massaged your clit, first gently and then adding more pressure, making you let out a gasp.

“You want more?” she smirked, lifting her left eyebrow.

“Mhm,” you managed to mumble, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, I need you,” you whispered, looking into her dark eyes which were now filled with lust.

Soon she pushed two fingers inside your vagina, making you slam your hand against your mouth to muffle a moan, not wanting anyone else in the bathroom to hear you.

“God, you’re wet,” she said quietly, a smug smirk on her lips.

She was looking at your face every second she was touching you while you moved your gaze on the ceiling, leaning your head against the stall. She curled and scissored her fingers inside you for a while, until took them out, making you give her an angry glare, which only amused her.

She took your hands into hers, taking a hair tie from your wrist, then pulling her black hair into a short ponytail.

She put her hands on your hips, pulling your pants and underwear down in one move. She kneeled down in front of you, throwing your left leg over her shoulder.

Sooner than you expected, her mouth was against your pussy, sucking your clit and pushed two fingers inside you again.

Suddenly, you heard someone go to the stall next to yours, making you instantly shut up. Sae-byeok stopped for a second to look up into your eyes and stood up.

You thought she was finished with you but she pressed her lips on yours, taking you into a forceful kiss to keep you quiet and inserted his fingers inside you again, pushing them roughly in and out. She hadn’t wiped her mouth when she took you into a kiss, making you taste yourself on her lips.

When someone flushed the toilet, you let yourself to let out a quick moan out of your mouth which you had been holding back, hoping the flush would muffle it atleast a little bit, but it probably didn’t enough.

You started reaching your climax, grabbing her tighter, your nails digging into her skin through the fabric of her shirt. You buried your face against the crook of her neck, trying to muffle the moans and screams coming out of your mouth against her skin.

“Good girl,” she whispered into your ear, her breath sending chills down your spine.

You were about to put your hands on her hips to return the favor but she stopped you.

“If we survive the game tomorrow, we’ll have a second round then,” she whispered, lifting your face by her finger under your chin.

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SE-MI

You ran into an empty room with Se-mi during Mingle, holding her hand like you were afraid of her tripping on her feet or some other reason why she wouldn’t make it in time with you into the room.

When the door was locked, you pushed Se-mi against the wall.

“Am I the only one who thinks there’s something here, between us, or do I only imagine it?” you asked, lifting your left eyebrow, your hands hovering over her waist. “If you want me to back off, just tell me.”

She swallowed, glancing at your lips and then back into your eyes. Then, she pulled you into a kiss, you responding to it immediately.

When your tongues touched properly for the first time, you felt a cold metal ball roll against your tongue. You should have guessed that she had a tongue piercing.

“Isn’t there like, cameras here or something?” Se-mi asked, interrupting the kiss, when you lifted her leg over your waist.

“Let them watch two girls making out for a minute,” you smirked, pressing your smile against her lips.

She moved her hand under your shirt, brushing her hand against your bare back.

When the door was unlocked, Se-mi didn’t immediately let go of you, keeping you close against her by the collar of your shirt, needing you as close to her as possible.

“Player 380 and player 280, it’s time to go,” a pink guard commanded with a robotic voice, forcing you to separate from each other. Se-mi cleared her throat and awkwardly walked past the guard, but you looked at the guard with a grin on your face.

After the voting, you grabbed Se-mi’s hand and walked with her towards the bathroom faster than how you normally walked.

When you had closed and locked the stall’s door, Se-mi had her hands on your waist before you had time to react and pushed you to sit on the toilet. She sat on your lap, legs over both of your thighs, grinding her hips against you as hard as she could.

Your hands were on her hips, pulling her even harder against you. She was holding your cheeks in her hands as she kissed you. Her fingers soon moved into your hair, making a mess of your sleek ponytail.

You squeezed her thighs in your hands, making her gasp enough for you to sneak your tongue deeper inside her mouth.

She moved her hands away, taking your jacket off and throwing it on the floor, taking hers off as well.

“What do you want me to do to you, hm?” you whispered. “Tell me how I can please you.”

She took your hand and slid it under her pants, guiding your fingers against her already wet folds. She let out a sigh and threw her head back as you started massaging her clit, holding your shoulders for support.

You slid the tip of your finger inside her pussy, massaging the wet entrance until starting to slowly pump your finger in and out of her, the reactions from her making you wet as well. You had the need to press your thighs together to somewhat relief the need, but you couldn’t do that since she was on your lap.

Then, someone walked inside the bathroom as well. Se-mi’s eyes grew wider, and she had to swallow the moan about to come out of her mouth back down her throat, not wanting to get caught. You only smirked, not caring if anyone heard the two of you, and curled your fingers in the way you had noticed to make her go feral.

You pulled her into a kiss to muffle her moans, your tongue exploring every corner of her mouth, while keeping your other hand inside her cunt, fastening the pace even more.

“O-oh my god,” Se-mi mumbled, closing her eyes tighter and knitting her eyebrows together. “Right there, oh god.”

It didn’t take much longer anymore until you felt her come on your fingers, letting out a loud moan while the orgasm waved through her body, at this point not caring if someone was out there to hear. It was just what she had needed during the games of life or death. She hadn’t had sex in a while, and god how you knew what you were doing to her.

Finally, Se-mi made eye contact with you again, taking a deep breath into her lungs.

“I wish you would have done that after the first game already,” Se-mi panted, holding your face in her hands.

“You could have just asked and this could have been our third time already,” you replied, a coy smirk lingering on your face. You enjoyed more than anything to give pleasure to a woman, it was one of the things you were really good at and could do as many times as you would physically be able to do.

“Your turn,” Se-mi whispered, smirk spreading on her face as well as she got up and pulled you with her to stand next to her.

She looked you directly into your eyes as she backed you against the wall with her body. She played with the waistband of your pants, fingers brushing your hip bones.

“When was the last time a girl ate you out?” Se-mi murmured, pupils dilated.

“Hm, probably a few weeks ago,” you answered and shrugged, your entire body turned on and filled with lust, the ache between your legs needing a relief more than ever before.

Se-mi kneeled down in front of you, pulling your pants down to your ankles at the same time, leaving you only on your thongs.

She looked up towards your eyes while already caressing your pussy through the fabric, another grin spreading on her face.

“I wouldn’t have thought of you being a girl to wear thongs,” Se-mi smirked, fingers around them.

“Well, I guess there’s a lot of this about me you still have to uncover,” you stated and cocked your left eyebrow, a seductive smile on your face.

“Is that so?” Se-mi asked, lifting her eyebrow, already thinking what else you had been hiding from her. “I’ll take that as a challenge, then.”

Se-mi pulled your thongs down with one swift move, making them land on your feet with your pants and revealing your pussy that needed to be relieved soon or you might explode.

Se-mi grabbed your leg, motioning you to lift it up and swung it over her shoulder to gain better access to your dripping cunt.

She dug her fingers into your thighs as she brought her face between your legs, tongue sliding against your pussy, starting from the back and ending on your clit.

You bit your lip to swallow down a moan, hearing someone washing their hands outside, the faucet being on. While pleasuring Se-mi, you had been fine on any sort of sounds leaving this stall, but now that it was you receiving the pleasure, you wanted to keep quiet more than anything else.

Without any warning, two fingers pushed their way into your aching pussy. You had been craving so badly to be filled by someone or something other than your own fingers, the feeling stronger now that you had finally achieved it.

You let your head fall back and hit against the stall. You put your hands on both sides of Se-mi’s head, fingers brushing through her dark hair and massaging her scalp as you pushed her head harder against you. Her nose pressed against your clit as she continued eating you up.

Finally, you came harder than you had in a long time, letting out a scream as the pleasure waved through your body, legs shaking. If Se-mi wasn’t there to keep you up by her hands holding your thighs, you would have definitely collapsed on the floor. You slammed your hand against the stall, wishing so badly that there was nobody on the other side.

When Se-mi sensed that she had done her job and your orgasm had faded away, she stood up and cupped your face into her hands.

“Now, how was that?” Se-mi murmured, looking into your eyes which made butterflies swarm inside your stomach.

“You want a rating for that, huh?” you asked grinning.

There was still cum on her lips, so you were fast to lick the corners of her mouth clean.

“Sleep in my bed tonight?” Se-mi asked, seeming a little shy of her request but never once breaking eye contact with you.

A smile spread on your face.

“You don’t have to ask.”

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A/N: If Sae-byeok was here to call me a 'good girl' i'd actually die both happy and horny.

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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel ✩₊˚.⋆ PART 5: I'LL NEVER LEAVE... NEVER MIND [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]

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ferrari sebastian vettel x ex gf!female reader

word count: 4437

summary: after not seeing each other in almost five years, seb and y/n finally meet with just one purpose for her: telling seb they have a 4 year old daughter. will y/n be able to tell him?

warnings: mentions of sex. i think nothing else but i literally cried while writing this. i recommend that you listen to loml by taylor swift while reading this hehe

taglist: [ @saltycomicsanimalssalad @hc-dutch @mycenterfold @simplyamberj @spitesfvl-blog @jaydaaasworld @lottalove4evelyn @zoeyjadetice2010 @jehun @ferralari @cosmoscoffeee @mcmuppet @myescapefromthislife @sleutherclaw @youre-on-your-ownkid ]

a/n: i'm finally back! sorry you had to wait this long to get a new chapter but writers block had me going like crazy, as well as my mental health in general. i had something else planned for today BUT be aware of what I'm posting tomorrow since you might like it! christmas is coming soon and i have a surprise ready for you. let me remind you that feedback and reposts are truly appreciated. and also comment me your thoughts and theories on the story pls! missed you so much guys, thank you for everything, love you all <3

May 15th Heppenheim, Germany

“Y/N, remember that you need to be careful with what you say to Seb. I know you want to tell him about Emily, but also consider whether today is the right time. Imagine if…”

You stop listening to Hanna the moment her lips utter your daughter’s name. Instead, your mind started creating a thousand different scenarios about what could happen when you saw your ex-boyfriend today. Your gaze remained fixed on the mirror in your room.

You only returned home five days ago, but it felt like an eternity.

You knew perfectly well why, or rather, you knew perfectly well who was to blame for your distorted sense of time: Sebastian Vettel, of course.

The trip to London felt like a fresh start. While the main reason to go was your meeting with Capital Records to discuss what your near future might hold, you considered it as an opportunity to rethink what you wanted to do with your life from now on.

You had just turned 30, and the only thing you longed for was to start this new decade with a clean slate in every possible way. That, of course, included facing your past mistakes and recognizing your faults, one of which you might be about to commit today.

Hanna acted as some sort of mediator between you and Seb because, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to send him even the simplest of messages. The driver seemed to understand, as he told Hanna not to worry, that he understood, and that all you needed to do was show up without standing him up.

Despite having agreed to meet at your house, you decided to dress up a little to present yourself in the best way possible. After spending far more time than you’d like to admit choosing what to wear, you settled on a light blue knee-length dress and white Converse sneakers, with a bracelet your daughter made (or better said your mother made, just Emily took credit for).

"Y/N, are you even listening to me?"

The reflection of your best friend in the mirror startled you. You turned towards her, trying to maintain the calm you’ve lacked since returning from London. Exactly five days that have felt like five years.

Like the five years since you last saw Seb.

"Hey, cat got your tongue or what?" insisted the blonde. "Seriously, Y/N, I want you to be speechless, but preferably when you and Seb take the conversation from the couch to the bed and he makes you scream his name again just like he used to do when..."

"Hanna, for God's sake, shut up! Seb and I are only going to talk about..."

"I know, I know, I was just trying to make you laugh. You know I like to..."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

If you were restless before, pacing back and forth in your room, checking that there was no trace of Emily in the house for Seb to find, now you were frozen like a statue.

You looked at Hanna, and she looked back at you. You shrugged, but Hanna just put her exaggeratedly unfriendly faces.

"Hanna, no..."

"It's Seb, Y/N! It's just Seb, for heaven's sake," she interrupted, and you cut her off just as fast.

"It's the Seb I haven't seen in five years!" you stammered, feeling the anxiety taking over. "Seriously, Hanna, this was a very, very bad idea. I don’t even know why I asked you to tell him to come and..."

"Because he's the father of your daughter, and your only goal is to tell him!" she yelled, trying not to raise her voice too much but failing miserably. You hoped to God Vettel didn’t hear that.

"Hanna..."

"Since I know you're not going to open the door, I'll do it myself. Stay here or come down, do whatever you want, but I'll tell Seb to come find you because clearly, you can't handle welcoming your guest," she declared.

Without saying anything else, she strided out of your room. You could only follow her, practically tripping down the stairs, legs trembling like a teenager on her first date. Your pulse was pounding in your temples, while your mind kept screaming at your body to calm down.

As soon as you stepped onto the ground floor, you saw Hanna opening the door. Her cheerful voice broke the silence, asking Seb how he was and, to your surprise, inviting him in.

You inched closer, not quite enough for them to notice you. Then you stopped, inspecting Seb from head to toe, as if you didn't already know every inch of his body by heart. Even though you were used to seeing him on TV and social media daily, it felt like you haven’t seen him in all this time you’ve been out of touch. He was wearing a slightly worn-out white t-shirt and jeans. His hair was perfectly trimmed, though a bit longer on top, and his beard, probably several days old, was what caught your attention the most, looking just the way you liked it.

But what really captivated you was the bouquet of yellow tulips he was holding, just like he used to bring you for dates or whenever it was a special day for either of you back when you were dating.

You swallowed hard, guilt washing over you as you thought, for a fleeting moment, about him handing you a flower bouquet before you told him you were having his baby.

"Hi..."

You thought your whisper was too soft to be heard, but it was quite the opposite.

Both Seb and Hanna turned to look at each other, then focused on you, still standing in the entryway. Your best friend tensed up slightly, but you tried to reassure her with a slight movement of your hands. The expression on your ex-boyfriend’s face seemed to light up at your small intervention, even if it was minimal.

“Well, Seb, I'll leave you with Y/N. I have a few errands to run…” Your friend tried to excuse herself, though both of you knew it wasn’t true. “See you later for a drink guys!

She winked and quickly slipped out, shutting the door behind her before either of you could even say goodbye.

Now, it was just the two of you, alone.

Seb looked at you again, and you couldn’t help it but get lost in the blue of his eyes. The situation felt strange. You used to cherish every moment of being alone together, but now you didn’t even know how to say a simple "hello."

You once trusted him completely, and now you were unsure whether to offer him a drink or tell him that you have a four-year-old daughter.

“Hi, sunshine,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Hi, Seb.”

He took a step towards you, slowly moving closer. You noticed how his gaze shifted from the flowers to your eyes, as if he was searching for some kind of answer from you. His eyes reflected a mixture of nervousness and tenderness, stirring a whirlwind of emotions inside you.

He didn’t have to say it, you could see it in his eyes. He was afraid of how you’d react to this gesture, this little detail that used to drive you crazy, but now… you didn’t know how to feel about it.

You, on the other hand, were utterly stunned.

How, after all this time and how cold you ended things, could he still do this? How could he still remember?

“These... are for you,” he finally said, his voice low and shaky. He handed you the bouquet, his hands trembling.

You met his gaze, and the way he looked at you was filled with fear, insecurity, and maybe, just maybe, a bit of tenderness. He didn’t need to say it out loud because you knew him too well. He was afraid of how you’d react to this gesture.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, taking your time to smell the flowers.

You couldn’t hold it in. Tears began to blur your vision, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you.

He noticed. Even though you didn’t want to, even though you didn’t feel capable of getting close enough to give him a kiss on the cheek or maybe even a hug, Seb did it anyway.

“It's okay, Y/N,” he whispered. “It’s okay...”

But it wasn’t okay… it was far from okay.

Sebastian Vettel was here, once again, standing in front of you, and possibly back in your life. The boy you once considered your best friend, the best friend you fell in love with, the driver you always supported, and most importantly, the father of your child, was back in your life in such an unexpected way that it still felt surreal.

“I don’t know...” you tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. “It feels surreal that after everything, after such an empty goodbye, here we are, together again,” you confessed. “It’s weird seeing you in front of me in the flesh and not as pixels on a screen.”

“Y/N…”

“I’ve missed you, Seb. So much.”

You knew your honesty didn’t catch him by surprise, because he felt the same way. That’s what hurt the most.

“I missed you too, Y/N. I really did...” he said after a moment, wrapping his arms around you, and you pressed your face against his chest.

“Seb…”

“Don’t overthink it, really,” he interrupted gently. “I’m not here to talk about the past or blame anyone,” he paused, letting out a breath before continuing. “I just want us to go back to who we were before we were together. But, if I’m being honest, we’ve been in love with each other for so long that I can’t remember a time when you weren’t my everything.”

Your lips trembled. The weight of his words was too much for you to handle, at least today, in a first encounter where you haven’t even spent ten minutes together.

You felt awful. You felt shattered inside knowing that if you were in this situation, it was because of you.

“Well, Y/N, tell me…”

“No, no,” you quickly interrupted, grabbing his arm and guiding him to sit on the couch. Immediately after, you rushed to the kitchen to grab the drinks and snacks you spent all morning preparing. “You tell me first. Even though I’ve seen you on TV, I know you’re very private about your life, you know... You never share anything with the media, and well, you don’t even have social media so… How are you?”

He let out a short laugh as he picked up a bottle of water and a cheese-and-salmon toast.

“Well, to be honest, I’m doing much better than when you left me,” he revealed. It didn’t surprise you. After all, it was what you expected him to say. “You must have had your reasons for breaking up with me, and after all these years, I’m not going to ask why you did it. But I won’t lie to you… you left me shattered, Y/N.”

“Seb, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“I know,” he cut in softly, making a gentle gesture with his hand to calm you down. “Like I said, I’m not looking for an explanation or an apology. I just want you to know how I felt. Mentally… damn, Y/N, you broke me, and I completely lost myself, but at the same time, that’s what gave me the strength to win the championship in 2013,” he looked away from your eyes, shifting his gaze to the wall. Nervously, he started playing with his fingers. “All I could think about was you and that, maybe, there was a chance you were watching...”

“Of course I was, Seb,” you said softly, trying to hold back the tears and keep your composure. “No matter what happened, I never stopped watching or supporting you. I’ve always been, and will always be, your number one fan.”

He nodded, a bittersweet expression crossing his face.

“That year, everything I did was with the thought in mind that you were watching and, somehow, it helped me move forward. But… 2014 was when everything fell apart,” he admitted. “Red Bull wasn’t the same anymore, or at least, I didn’t feel the same way. I wasn’t winning, Daniel was beating me… I felt like I had lost everything, including you and, with time, I started to feel like I had no reason to stay with the team or maybe even in Formula 1. Until Ferrari offered me the contract.”

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Unlike any regular sports fan, you found out through Heike when you were out for a walk with Emily.

“When I was given the chance to sign with Ferrari in 2015... Y/N, really, that’s when I realized it wasn’t the end. That’s what I needed to move forward. I think I mentioned it to you on WhatsApp, but I don’t know if you remember…”

You swallowed hard. Of course, you remembered. He told you just before the news became public, before his mum told you, but you didn’t know how to answer him or if you really should do it. The demons in your head made you think it was a joke, even just an excuse to get closer to you. And you also felt that if he did sign with Ferrari, it would open a door you had closed because you weren’t ready to face the truth.

Just like you were doing now.

“I remember, yes,” you murmured, unable to look him in the eyes.

“When I didn’t get a reply from you I decided not to push it. That’s when I realized you didn’t want anything to do with me. Yet I kept sending you stuff as you might know…”

“That’s not it…” You could barely speak. You were as broken as he was. “I read the message, Seb, but… I burst into tears and didn’t have the strength to reply. I didn’t want to give you false hope when I wasn’t ready to… I didn’t want to hurt you more than I already had,” you confessed. “I knew that if I spoke to you again, I’d hurt you again. And I’d hurt myself too. I couldn’t do that to you, Seb.”

He nodded, looking for some kind of affirmation in your gaze.

“At first, I felt really out of place on the team, you know? And I felt that way for a long time,” he revealed. “It was completely out of my comfort zone, and I felt like I’d never fit in. But little by little, Kimi, Maurizio, and the team made me feel like family. It’s strange to think about it now, but I can’t imagine being with any team other than Ferrari.” You agreed with him, from what you had seen on TV, it was clear he felt that way. “Fighting for the world title with them this year and having a real shot at beating Mercedes… I never thought I’d get to this point.”

You looked at him with a mix of admiration and nostalgia. This was the Seb you knew, the Seb with ambition, who always desired more and more. The Seb who never gave up.

The Seb who didn’t break down, even when he had every reason to.

“I’m so proud of you, Seb. I’ve always been, and I always will be. Don’t forget that.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he looked uncomfortable. Quite a bit, actually. “Well… enough about me. You know I don’t like talking about myself… What about you? What have you been up to all this time? My mom told me a bit, and I’ve seen you a few times, but…”

More than not knowing what to say, you sensed he didn’t want to intrude too much into your life.

You swallowed, trying not to get more nervous than you already were, because now, you supposed, was the moment to tell him about Emily.

“Well, not much has changed, really,” you started, unsure of what to say. “I’ve been in Heppenheim the whole time, except for a couple of trips to Berlin, but nothing unusual,” you tried to smile, but your mind kept circling around the fact that you had to tell him you had a daughter. “I’ve been working at the bar and writing music. To be honest, since we broke up I’ve had a lot more inspiration.”

And since I gave birth to Emily, you thought.

Seb didn’t say anything. You figured he understood. After all, he had thrown himself into his career to cope, while you had poured your emotions into writing songs about the story you shared to cope with grief.

“Now things have changed a bit,” you continued, trying to sound more upbeat to push away the painful memories. “Ever since Red went viral… I swear, I uploaded it without expecting anything, but the reaction…”

“The song is amazing, Y/N. Of course it went viral.”

“I’ve been offered a record deal,” you blurted out. “A few years ago, I met Niall Horan at the bar. You know, the guy who was on that band, One Direction…” Seb nodded, his eyes wide, encouraging you to continue. “He told me he was traveling to find some inspiration for his solo career, and I guess Heppenheim seemed like a good place for him to visit.”

“Wait, wait… a record deal?”

“Apparently, Niall told his label that I was the voice behind Red, and, well… Capital Records offered me a contract,” you explained. “They called me to have a meeting in London, which is why we couldn’t meet up last time…”

His face was calm, unreadable, though his mouth had curved into a big smile. He didn’t seem surprised, and you knew there was a strong chance Hanna had told him everything.

If that was true…

“I hope you accepted, Y/N.”

“Well… actually, I didn’t. I turned it down.”

His smile faded for a moment, and his expression became completely serious.

“You turned it down? Why? Sunshine, this is an opportunity…”

“Yes, I know it’s an amazing opportunity, but I can’t accept it. Not right now.”

You figured this was the moment you should tell him the real reason behind rejecting such a big deal, which included a tour if you sold a certain amount of CDs.

Sebastian kept staring at you, which only made you more nervous. You tried to gather your thoughts, searching for the right way to tell him you had a four-year-old daughter, but you couldn’t find the moment.

You couldn’t just drop it on him now, after all, this was your first real conversation in almost five years.

“Y/N, darling…”

“I can’t take the risk when the only thing I’ve managed is to get one song out of all the ones I sent to the label to go viral,” you half-lied. It was true that you didn’t want to talk about it yet, but you were also insecure about your music. “As much as I’d love to have an album, to fill stadiums and have people singing along to my songs, I can’t take that risk.”

“But, Y/N…”

“I’m not sure all the songs on the album would be successful, Seb.”

“Y/N, you have no idea what you’re going to regret if you let this go....”

“No, Seb, I know exactly what I’m doing, really,” you shook your head, firm in your decision. “This is the best thing for me.”

And for Emily too, though you didn’t say that out loud.

Seb remained silent for longer than you would have liked, as if trying to process what you’d just told him. Then, he stood up, crouching down to your level, and taking your hands in his, he said:

“Alright. If you think your songs aren’t good enough, sing one of them to me.”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“If you turned down the record deal because you think your songs aren’t good enough for the world to hear, sing one of them to me.”

His tone, though calm, was direct and insistent.

“Seb… I can’t. I’m too embarrassed,” you laughed nervously.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, gently rubbing your hands with his thumbs, just like he always did when your anxiety was at its worst. “It’s just me. I’m still the same after all these years.”

You sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to let it go until you gave in. It was Seb, and he always got what he wanted from you, even when you didn’t want to. In the end, you gave in, carefully standing up from the couch and heading towards the piano at the back of the room, gesturing for him to follow you.

You carefully slided the bench back, lifting the lid as you sat down. You positioned your hands, starting to play the first few chords to warm up, ensuring your memory flawlessly recalled the piece.

“This is song number 5, like your driver number... It's called loml.”

You continued playing, finally giving way to the song.

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway We embroidered the memories Of the time I was away Stitching, ‘We were just kids, babe.’ I said, ‘I don't mind, it takes time.’ I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I felt aglow like this Never before and never since.

Your voice shook as you began to sing, but you kept going, holding on to what your ex-boyfriend had told you about how he knew it was about him. As you settled into the song, you started feeling more comfortable, just like you did when you used to sing for Seb. Though you couldn’t look at him because you were absorbed in the key, your fingers delicately moving over it, you could feel his eyes on you.

You shit-talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all Dancing phantoms on the terrace Are they second-hand embarrassed That I can't get out of bed? Cause something counterfeit's dead.

Tears started falling from your eyes as you approached the final part of the song. Memories of your shared history flashed through your mind like a movie. Your vision was completely blurred, and you felt a tightness in your chest that was overwhelming, making it hard to breathe, almost impossible to keep singing. Somehow, though, you fought to hold it together, just as you did the day you said goodbye to the man now sitting beside you.

Oh, what a valiant roar What a bland goodbye The coward claimed he was a lion I'm combing through the braids of lies ‘I’ll never leave’... ‘Never mind.’ Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson matches your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life.

Silence filled the room as you played the final notes. With your hands still resting on the keyboard, you looked at Seb. Once again, you didn’t know what to say to him, and you knew he didn't either. He was motionless, running a hand through his hair, probably trying to process what he just heard.

Y/Ni, this song... it’s about us, isn’t it?”

“It might be,” you admited, unable to lie to him, at least not about this.

He sighed. You could tell he was affected; you knew it the moment his tears began to form, just as yours continued to flow.

“You should rethink the contract,” he said firmly. “This song deserves to be heard by more than just me, your parents, and Hanna.”

“I can’t, Seb. I just can’t…”

“Can I sit next to you?”

You looked up and saw him gesturing to the bench. Confused, not sure what to do or say, you shifted a little, making space, and he sat beside you. Seb didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around you, offering a comfort that felt wonderful but also caused you to crumble a bit more inside.

You surprised yourself by resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why are you so determined to convince yourself you don’t deserve this opportunity?” His tone was soft, just like the way he stroked your hair. “Do you really think you're not good enough to be a successful singer?”

“It’s not about being good enough, it’s that I’m not,” you whisper,ed your throat tightening. “I’m not a good person, Seb, and it’s only a matter of time before I screw up again and hurt someone, just like I hurt you.”

“Does this… have something to do with the second date in your YouTube channel username?”

You stood your head up, staring at him in confusion while trying not to panic.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your username,” he repeated, moving closer. “I figured out that the numbers represent two dates. I know for sure that one of them is June 15, 2006, the day we started dating, but the other one… I don’t know what January 12, 2014 means for you because we weren’t talking by then, but it must be important. And based on what you just said…”

Your eyes widened in shock. You were paralyzed, not knowing how to react.

How could he have noticed something so… insignificant? How had he connected the dots and figured out the dates you had in mind when you created that account?

You thought this would be the perfect moment to tell him that the second date marks the birth of your daughter, the daughter you had together; that on that day, while you were in labor, he was at the hospital waiting for some exams results and he was talking to your dad, who couldn’t contain his excitement about his granddaughter’s arrival and had to keep it a secret from him.

But you couldn’t. Not yet. You need to regain his trust first. You and Seb needed to rebuild the kind of relationship you had before you became the love of each other’s lives.

“Seb…” you trailed off, unable to continue. “I swear, on everything that matters to you, I’ll tell you, but right now… I just can’t.”

He looked at you for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. You knew him better than you knew yourself, and you knew he was persistent, that he needed an answer, but you also knew he was respectful and wouldn't push you.

“That’s okay,” he said finally, a bit resigned. “I understand, it’s fine. I’m not asking you to tell me now if you’re not ready, but I want you to know that when you are, I’ll be here to listen.”

You looked at him, grateful, and nodded without saying anything else.

You both sat at the piano bench for a while, in silence, listening only to the sound of your breathing and the melody of the song replaying in your mind, as intrusive thoughts overwhelmed you.

“If I waited almost 19 years of my life to be your boyfriend, I can wait a little longer, it doesn’t matter the time you need, for you to tell me,” Seb finally spoke, and his words broke you a little more than you already were. “Let’s be friends again, what do you think?” he offered, giving you a small smile. “Let’s take things slowly, like maybe we should have done when we first started dating. You know…”

“Slowly, no problem,” you repeated, smiling back at him.

You felt a weight lift from your shoulders at his words. Maybe you were not at the peak of your relationship, and maybe you’d never got back there, but at least you were working together to turn your story into something new.

“You know what, Y/N? I’ve always felt like our story wasn’t over. I don’t just mean that romantically, but in a broader sense,” he said quickly. “We have a whole lot of history, and now is when we’re going to start writing our second book.”

“I know, Seb. I’ve been thinking the same thing ever since I said goodbye to you,” you confess. “That day, goodbyes were bittersweet, but I knew it wasn’t the end and that I’d see you again.”

Before the year ends. I’m telling Seb Emily is her daughter before December 31st.

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chaoscreaturewrites · 1 month ago

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Call of duty, Ghost, fluff, domestic sweetness master post link

Tea time

Summary:He's infatuated with his new neighbor he passes every day on his dog walks, and today, she waved him over for tea time. She regularly starts inviting him over to feed him.

Note:Inspired by my current interest to make panna cotta, but I don't have milk and it's too late to buy some so I'll have to wait till tomorrow but anywho i made a tooth rottingly sweet fluff

part 1

WC:1.4k

He takes Riley for a walk almost every day, it's part of his routine and Simon is a man of routine.

Being the observant man he is, the house 3 doors down caught his eye. 6 months ago someone new moved in, after that there was a week of worktrucks and guys going in and out renovating. After that the moving truck and that's when he first got a look at his new neighbor, a cute Lil thing with quite an attitude by the way she was directing the moving men around. Not in an annoying way, it was just obvious she'd learned to grow an authoritative side.

It wasn't long after she moved in that she, herself ripped up the yard and replanted the whole thing, he was quite impressed and tried not to stare too much as they walked past.

He'll never forget the day he saw her covered in dirt as she stood in the hole she was digging for a lemon tree. By the look of that scene you'd think the whole was deeper but it was just her height making it look that way. He wished he could have stayed to see how on earth she was going to get out of that hole but sadly he missed that.

For a few weeks straight she was out there rooting around in the dirt getting her garden planted. Simon has always taken pride in his yard, it's not too complicated but he did it himself and has a nice variety, but her work is putting him to shame. Usually this would spike a very competitive urge in him to revamp his yard but with her he doesn't feel that need, he's content to just look at hers. Plus that would give him a valid excuse if he gets caught staring, just admiring the garden.

After the garden was done he didn't see her out there as often and wondered what she was doing, what kind of project she was working on inside. He started to imagine different scenarios like her in coveralls painting a mural or crown modeling, cooking something delicious with the herbs from her garden, or maybe she's working on the back yard now. He's starting to get sad not seeing her and even Riley has noticed the drop in his mood when they pass her empty yard.

The weather has been perfect, a nice cool rolling breeze, many have taken advantage of this and opened their windows. Today as they walk by her house he takes pause as he hears singing, he turns and sees her coming out tray in hand as she goes to sit on her porch swing.

A few times as he's walked by she's noticed and given him a friendly smile and wave that he may have over enthusiastically returned the first few times. So today when he sees her wave he thinks it's just that again, just a neighborly greeting in passing, but then he hears her call out “Hey, you with the cute dog”. He can't believe she's calling out to him, but why and oh what a way to address him, never has he been called that.

He turns them around and they head over to her as she approaches the curb. She's all smiles as she greets them at the curb, she makes sweat pants, tank top, and loose jacket look like she's walking off a runway. He shouldn't be getting butterflies over this but damn it, he's been pining silently in passing for so long, finally meeting is overwhelming him.

“ I made way too much panna cotta, I got caught up with Ooo different flavors and now I have way too much, are you hungry, you're a big guy that looks like you could eat a lot, yes?”

He's blown away, so much to take in, so adorable. He hung on every word and his heart skipped a beat when she called him a ‘big guy’, and oh yes he can eat a lot and he'll eat anything she feeds him, bring on the whatever panna cotta is.

“Yes”

“Perfect”

She turns on her heels and heads back towards her house, turning once giving him a little wave to follow.

He's walked past her yard so many times but he's never stepped foot on it, he's imagined it but done it, until now and it's a better scenario then he'd ever imagined. He giddily follows after her, making sure both him and Riley stay on the path winding through her garden.

She stops by the swings and motions for him to sit, he follows her orders and waits patiently. He expects her to bring out a tray so he does a double take when she comes over carrying a folding table so big all he sees is her legs and hands gripping the side. He feels the urge to help her, but he knows she's very capable and in his current state he's better at sitting and following her directions, otherwise he fears he would lose his coordination and just get in her way.

As soon as the table is placed she's off again back inside. She moves so quickly and efficiently, placing the table, laying a table cloth, bringing out a pitcher of something with cups and utensils, then out comes the whatever panna cotta is, he's still not sure even looking at it, it seems like some flavored desert maybe like pudding. There are 4 different colors with corresponding sauce poured over the tops, he's never been so excited to eat something he can't identify. But she's not done. She comes back out holding an oversized locking carabiner, he's not sure what part that plays in the meal and his confusion must have been visibly expressed because she explains how it's for the dog, To hook its leash to the swings post so he can be hands free.

“ Is he friendly ?”

“ yes”

With that she takes a knee in front of Riley and holds out her hand to him, letting him get a sniff of her. Riley takes an instant liking to her and licks her hand then closes the distance and rubs his head against her. Simon's about to call Riley back but by the look of it she's thoroughly enjoying the doggy love so he lets them be. She reaches out her hand towards Simon, at first he doesn't understand, then he remembers what she said a minute ago and hands over the leash.

She secures Riley to the post and joins Simon sitting on the bench swing. Her feet usually hang off the edge making sitting at the table annoying and troublesome, but thanks to Simon's impressive height his feet are planted firmly in place making the table an option.

“ So as you can see I went overboard. So to drink we have hibiscus mint lemonade, and then the panna cottas, we got strawberry, earl grey, chocolate, and bourbon caramel.

He's in love, 1) she's feeding him, 2) Riley approved, 3) grey grey umm he loves tea, 4) bourbon oh she's checking all the boxes, 5) that independent can do attitude, 6) how everything is cute and eclectic, 7) she's sitting right next to him and smells heavenly.

She is just looking at him, waiting, big eyes sparkling, he clues in that she wants him to try it, so he starts with the strawberry one since he knows she grew those herself. It's delicious and he was right, this must be some kind of pudding, these would be great for tea time with biscuits.

Riley is happily taking a nap on the soft grass while Simon polishes off his 4th panna cotta and 2nd glass of iced tea. Reclining with her on the bench, located in her picturesque garden after an amazing ‘tea time’ with Riley sleeping at his feet is pure bliss.

A traitorist thought that this is all a dream slips into his mind, this is too perfect to be real, to be happening to him, right? He turns to her and she gives him that smile again, but he's still not sure this isn't a dream.

“ was it good, tasty?”

“ delicious, truly”

“ good, I'll have to call you over next time I have too much food”

“well I hope that happens often”

He took a risk with that last line, he worries it may have been too forward and will scare her away but he doesn't see any sign of that in her expression.

“ ill have to find a recipe for dog biscuits, don't want.. umm what's his name?”

“Riley”

“ cute, don't want Riley to feel left out, or is he on a raw diet?”

“ like me, he'll eat whatever you feed us”

#writeblr #chaos creature writes #writers on tumblr #fanfic #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #call of duty fluff #call of duty fic

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downins · 5 months ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷dating han yuri headcanonsˏˋ°•*⁀➷

a/n: hi pookies, sorry for the hiatus again, i feel like i've been apologising because of this for the millionth time lmao 😭 anyways i'll try to be active again since xo kitty gave me the motivation to write again (mainly cs yuri had me crushing and giggling so) and also in this post, yuri isn't dating juliana !!

listen to: restless, BIBI

how you met:

- jina (principal lim) assigned you as yuri's tutor since she wasn't performing well in academics and on the other hand, you're the top student so why wouldn't you be the perfect tutor?

- you were pretty intimidated at first since you've always perceived yuri as a mean girl and she'd bully you for being a huge nerd or something 😭

- but things were different than what you expected, she was actually semi-nice but just wasn't as interested in studying so you constantly tried your best to help her out to understand topics and figure out on how to tackle exam questions

how she fell for you:

- occasionally, she'd look pretty stressed out than usual which is mainly caused by her parents arguing about the dumbest stuff so you'd constantly ask her about it and try to comfort her

- at first, she wouldn't open up as much but over time she starts to trust you even more and feels more comfortable to talk to you about her problems

- you'd give her the best advice and listen to her whenever she needs somebody which made her start liking you even more, platonically and romantically

how dating her would be like:

- she spoils you like a shit ton, more than you could ever imagine and jina is surprisingly okay with that since yuri's grades and attitude improved a lot. all you need to do is take one single glance at an item, let it be clothes, keychains or pens, whatever you name it, she'll get it for you in a heartbeat. you even had to convince her to stop buying everything for you at some point, she obviously disagreed because it's yuri

- both of you aren't that huge on pda in school to avoid getting seperated as roommates but occasionally she'd pull you in an empty janitor's room for a quick kiss or makeout session because why not?

- she loves doodling on your books in class when you both sit together and would always be in the same group as you for every project, sometimes you'd have to re-explain to her about the topics taught in class because she'd either zoned out or just stared at you the whole time

- she would always use "studying" as an excuse to hangout with you, and you never turn her down :)

- loves going on late night walks with you while getting snacks at convenience stores and just hanging out with you in general because she enjoys your presence that much

- she makes mixtapes for you!! there's so many mixtapes for different situations such as dates, studying, working out etc. she loves knowing that whenever you have your headphones in, you're listening to the mixtapes that she made

- you both attend so many music festivals together, spefically the dj festivals and she often tells you that she would want to be the one on stage performing in the future. you always support her dreams and reassure her that she'll achieve them one day

a/n: sorry for the short headcanon guys!! i promise i'll do better next time <3

#xo kitty #han yuri #xo kitty headcanons #xo kitty x reader #xo kitty x fem!reader #yuri x fem!reader #hanyuriimagines #hanyuriheadcanons

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s-wave-entertainment · 6 months ago

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Okay I'm doing it I'm making that long-winded post about N-

Your honor, this boy never Actually Wanted to kill.

Now for most of you, I'm sure you already knew this. It's not all too hard to perceive, seeing as we've really only seen him in full blown kill mode twice, and there's a hypothesized good reason for the first and an ACTUAL good reason for the second. But I'm making this post anyway because this little murder robot has a heart core of gold, and he makes me so fucking sad sometimes so I just have to scream about it. MOVING ON:

Exhibit A: The Landing

Both times we see N in full blown (worker) kill mode* were in the pilot; once when he first landed back at the spire and attacked Uzi, and the other when he raided the bunker pursuing her. I'll refer to the first time here as "The Landing (TL)." In this sequence we watch him slam down onto the ship, finish off the oil in some poor sap's head, then attack Uzi as soon as he realizes she's there. What's my reasoning for this? Hunger.

N says, a little more than 3 minutes later, that he kills for one of two reasons:

1) If he doesn't, he dies.

2) It's his job, and he wants to be useful.

Now take this next take with a bit of salt, as it's completely headcanoned, but I personally think that N dislikes hunting as a whole. Despite his desire to be useful, it still means he has to kill - which I think if he CAN avoid at a given time, he will. Thus, in my opinion, N only hunts either when J forces him to, or when he knows he's at risk of overheating. Overheating does shit to robot brains, as we saw with Uzi in episode 4, so if N was out HUNTING - which he does when he's close to overheating - when TL occurred, it's only NATURAL that he sees a worker in his space and his first thought is "kill." He was ALREADY in hunting mode - I imagine it doesn't just "turn off" the second they satiate the initial urge. If it did, that wouldn't work too well for The Solver, now would it (yes I know that when the Earth AND the gala massacre occurred none of them had any jurisdiction over their bodies/actions, but the Solver openly admit to allowing them to keep their personalities, and knowing N I think the whole "killing for sport" thing doesn't work too well with his)?

So of course he attacks Uzi - he was likely still hungry, and hungry means risk for overheating, which can translate to death. I will admit, he did seem to toy with her just a little before going for the kill, but actually I think the whole "throwing her across the area with his tail" was more to disorient Uzi, as from the dodge he had just witnessed her perform could signify to him that she's more competent in a fight than the first appeared, even disarmed. Thus, the need to both injured and discombobulate her arose. I'll talk more about N's fighting style in the second incident here:

Exhibit B: The Bunker

Now the bunker has a different reason altogether: protection of his fellow squad mates. Don't believe me? I was hoping you'd say that:

He only goes AFTER Uzi after he realizes that she's made off with the weapon that took his head off. Yes, she missed and he was able to regenerate, but if Uzi had hit just a little bit lower, she would have hit his core - which would have permakilled him. Surely realizing this, he runs off and attacks the bunker with what given reason?

It wasn't about him. It was NEVER about him. It was about V. He wanted to keep HER safe, he wanted to make sure Uzi wouldn't shoot HER with that gun. Now, why all the unecessary carnage then? In THIS case, I think he defaulted to wanting to be useful and thus making all of the kills that he did. Though, it could also be argued just as fairly that he was consuming so much oil/matter to ensure that if she DID shoot him again, he would be able to get back up faster. The gun has a cool down, yes, but I don't know if he knew that. Or if he did, he couldn't have known that it only lasted for 30 minutes. Now about that fighting style I mentioned - this is why I think the reasoning here was purely for utility: N appears to have a very cut-and-run fighting style. If he has a choice, he doesn't prolong his kills - the first guy he stabs through the chest then immediately takes his head off, the second dies via missile, the third N just tackles and kills himself (we only hear the guy scream fir a second before N is seen drinking oil from his neck, which leads me to believe that the death was quick), and Braxton dies via super accurate cutting-you-in-half laser (which was probably meant for Uzi, but he couldn't see them when he fired as he was too busy drinking, so he probably just latched onto the voice that he heard and fired). All deaths which were extremely fast and without any toying, despite the multitude of weapons used. Now to me, this implies that he has a style, and he sticks with it. And that style is just to /get the damn thing over with./

And that's it! Those are the only times we see him in worker kill mode. Now we do see him switch into a "general" kill mode when he takes "Tessa's" head off, but it's pretty plainly obvious that that took every ounce of his mental strength to do. I mean shit, he basically collapsed as soon as it was over and didn't regulate until Uzi took his hand. Now I guess it could be argued that that was "his friend" so of course he's more hesitant to kill her, but I think part of the reason it was So Hard is because he ALREADY doesn't favor killing, and now he has to behead the only human who ever showed him any kindness. AND THEN IT WASN'T EVEN HER, SO-

And don't bring up the episode 8 fight - OBVIOUSLY he's gonna fight to kill, he's recovering the memory of everything this thing has done to him and now he has two new motivators: love, and WRATH. I make exception for that fight because quite frankly if he WASN'T fighting to kill at that point I would be worried. Though I do wanna bring up that he was very obviously conflicted about the whole thing. And before you argue:

Even against THE SOLVER ITSELF, he was still incredibly conflicted about killing. Again, that used to be his friend (and is wearing the SKIN OF THE ACTUAL HUMAN HE THOUGHT HE KILLED NOT EVEN A CANON 20 MINUTES AGO FOR THEM), but even still, my earlier point of "already doesn't favor killing, forced to kill" still stands.

In conclusion - your honor, N is a sweetheart. Always has been, despite everything he's been forced to do. And the amount of guilt he probably feels for the oil (and blood, now that he remembers that) on his hands is probably so, so much. Too much. Why do you think he copes with repression and positivity?

*"Worker Kill Mode" specified because I acknowledge that he kind of has two kill modes - one where he's in control and one where he's Not, as the Solver's puppet.

#god I need to hug him Right Now #jesus christ I am so happy the finale went the way it did because if he didn't AT LEAST have Uzi at the end then he would not have been ok #anyway #murder drones #md #glitch productions #glitch #serial designation n #n is not okay #mymy rambles #character analysis i think??

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vibatu · 1 month ago

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"Just a sip" , a comic idea that I have filed away under the "I no longer know when or if I'll ever finish it" category (Doesn't feel right to say "discarded" lmao) (who knows, maybe one day I pick it back up!).

I really love the thumbnails I managed to sketch out (especially that last panel at the third page!!!!!!! I want and need to make more of that), its been I think almost a year since I've made them though, and it just doesn't feel right just let them keep collecting dust after so long especially when I don't even know if the inspiration to complete it strikes again, so, here it is! Read more for further rambling into the details~

This is another "what if" comic where wanted to explore mainly:

1. Ocudeus and The Seaspring. And what could happen within someone's mind once they drink (Lukas is our text subject! Yay!)

2. "Interesting" paneling, or at least visually engaging compositions in pages (I love making comics!) There's so many things I want to practice and try out to make bring the movies in my head come to life in this format.

On to the "plot".

We start out with Lukas drinking from The Spring. Hypothetical-Timeline wise this would be happening at the "ending" of the TS story in which not a single cure is found for MCs curse. Last resort type of situation. This happens on pages 1, 2, and page "3". In this post the 3 image would actually be page 4, I just never sketches the 3rd (I just drew what was clearest in my head first). Imagine 3rd page having a shot of Ais staring at the process from a safe distance with a cig while Lukas is writhing on the floor losing his marbles after drinking (lol).

Now the fun part. Ocudeus. I imagined the process of joining the groupmind not happening instantly. I thought about Ocudeus himself manifesting in their new host's mind and sometimes striking conversation (which happens in isolation with just the two of them) (brain is not part of the primordial soup. Yet)

We don't know what Ocudeus looks like either! So I went crazy. At first I was just gonna make them take Ais' shape. But that felt, not quite right for an eldritch being. So instead, Ocudeus takes the form of whoever is drinking :) thus manifesting themselves as Lukas inside Lukas' mind.

There's a huge jump in events from Image 3 and 4 of the post. After Img 3 there's a lot of talking going on. Asking if the curse can really be cured. Ocudeus being a sassy smug menace cryptic about it and reminding Lukas that there is no going back anyways and that is no longer something Lukas should be concerned about. He will no longer be himself, so why worry.

After this its just a "Descent into true madness", see Img 4 for reference, where the "world" just really starts to warp around and eventually ends with Lukas getting "consumed" by the darkness of the giant octopus, his lasts thoughts as "Lukas" being those of relief of finally getting rid of the curse, and grief over leaving his life behind. Fun stuff.

Comic was supposed to end with Lukas jolting awake (His head was resting on Ais lap now).

After sitting up abruptly and wiping his tears away, with hands that now look properly human. Lukas turns to Ais and asks, with a gaze now as red as the seaspring near them.

"Why am I crying?"

THATS A LONG ONE If you read this far, well, thanks! ;w; I hope you enjoyed the read, even if there is no full comic to pair. The Seaspring is so interesting to me.

Some other random things: I got inspired by the Honkai Star Rail promo video where Acheron and Black Swan dance together. The visuals and visualization of Black Swan's "being" being consumed by the endless void was SO good and when I realized this concept could work for the seaspring in a similar way I needed to get the idea out of my system.

Have an extra! Alternative version of my fav panel. Only difference is the eyes, this is the first version. Which I drew before Redspring revealed what Ais' eyes looked like when his cephalopod friend is driving the car.

Vibi out~ (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

#touchstarvedgame #touchstarved game #ais touchstarved #touchstarved ais #touchstarved oc | Lukas #ocudeus #god I really yapped a lot #this turned into a monster of a textpost #oh wow tumblr flagged this as sensitive content #I mean they aren't wrong

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popfizzles · 15 days ago

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In your personal opinion, how old would you say the kids are from oldest to youngest? I recently got the warped beyond recognition pdf and been reading it on and off the past few days. They all seem to be in the same general range, but imo Sonia feels like the oldest based on stuff in the module and just, general vibes. The other kids feel more vague though and I'm curious on your opinion :)

-🎇

The vagueness is likely on purpose, to allow Wardens to put their own spin on things and choose how they'd like the test subjects to act and feel. If Sonia reads to you as the eldest of the six, then that's what you should go with!

Admittedly by this point in our campaign, we've been with them for about 2-3 years now, so they've grown quite a bit. :) But, strictly speaking by the information given by the module, I'll give my input.

Yu reads to me as one of the eldest, but that's likely a result of the circumstances she's been under. She strikes me as someone who was forced to grow up and mature much faster than she should have. Most of the fear and panic she invokes comes from the sheer physical state she's found in (her body completely turning inside out over and over again), and the damage she does to others is accidental. She isn't lashing out like the others, she just doesn't know what's happening and she can't control it. In our campaign, she's grown to be very independent and quiet. She has no desire to come with us on spacing trips or jobs, she'd much rather stay on station and dedicate herself to her religious worship. We're letting her do that, of course. Recovery looks different for everyone, and what's important is that she has the choice to do what she wants.

Jonesy is described matter-of-factly to be "the smallest and youngest" by Paradiso (developer of WBR) in [this Making Of video they've posted here.] In the book, Jonesy's described to be wearing an "ill-fitting jumpsuit" which suggests something to the effect of "the smallest size jumpsuit is still baggy on him". I however chose to read this line as "Jonesy might be very tall for his age, but he is very thin and fragile. Therefore any clothes that fit his length end up being very wide on him." Cray (our Warden) liked the second option a lot :) I also think a bit of his younger, child-like qualities comes through with his abilities. His entire thing is about imagining things that aren't really there. Imaginary friends, maladaptive daydreaming, finding comfort in escapism. That all strikes me as someone who is still depending on their creativity and imagination to help them through any hardships they face.

The other four are a bit more up in the air. Cray said that the whole lot of them were anywhere between 16 to 18 when we first encountered them, but exact ages were never settled on.

They all admittedly have qualities that can be described as immature; Evander basing his whole persona on action movies he's watched, Miriam lashing out simply because she's scared, Billy searching for praise and affirmations from the scientists during his testing, Sonia's playfully dark sense of humor... But you could also lean more into other qualities to make them seem more mature. Both Evander and Sonia have years of military training; Miriam has proved to be very strong, very dangerous and capable of horrible violence; and Billy (despite his ego) is extremely well-read and intelligent!!

It's really up to the Warden and the players to help figure out their personalities, and how far you'd like to lean into their different qualities to help get that across.

#Mothership #MoSh #Mothership TTRPG #MoSh TTRPG #MoSh Warped Beyond Recognition #MoSh WBR #Warped Beyond Recognition #WBR #MoSh Evander Budaj #MoSh Miriam Rios #MoSh Billy Wei #MoSh Jonesy Babbitt #MoSh Yu Yin #MoSh Sonia Ellison #fizzles answers #anon #anonymous #🎇#sparkler anon knows the exact things to ask me to make me sit here and type for an hour huh LKJHLJK

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innxrvision · 1 year ago

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So long - pt. 2 𒂭

part 2 of 3 ------------ 𖦹 tags: james hetfield x reader, fluff, smut, best friends to lovers, bet, 80s james, a little angst if you squint ♱ a/n: here's part 2 just like i promised! Also... this got too long again and I had to split once more, I'm sorry. Next part will be the last hopefully! I'll probably only be able to post it on wednesday or thursday tho, but we'll see how things go! Thanks to everyone that has been reading and liking my story, it truly made me happy!

𖦹 part 1 𖦹 part 2 𖦹 part 3

Both of you entered the bar already chatting excitedly, just as you imagined, whatever disagreement that came between you two couldn't last long. You and James' friendship went way back.

"Let's get you a drink." James' playful smile made you smile involuntarily back.

He ordered two beers and raised his glass after you two settled down on a table near the wall, on a spot where the soft yellow light shined right on James' blonde locks.

"To making up!" He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

"If you say so." You shrugged, raising your glass too, but there wasn't any hint of resentment in your voice.

"I really am sorry about what I've said to you earlier. I never wanted to hurt you." He repeated his apology sincerely.

You shrugged again in response, not wanting to make a big deal out of it again.

"What has gotten into you anyway?" You asked genuinely curious before taking a sip.

"I don't really know." He admitted and you could sense some embarrassment coming from him. "I guess my emotions were all over the place and I took all on you. I truly hope you can forgive me."

You just nodded in response, you could easily understand his side.

Soon one beer became two, then three… and before you could realize it, both were a bit too drunk, laughing obnoxiously loud at each other's stupid jokes.

At a certain moment, while James were rambling about his new guitar, your mind wandered as you studied his features under the soft light. The unruly blond hair now gained a different shine, the blue eyes seemed more vivid, and the skin covered by acne suddenly got a different charm to it.

You've known him for years, but, for some reason, the realization that he had grown into a man only hit you now. It's not like you haven't noticed his changes at all, you could admit the boy you knew had gained the charms of a man a long time ago, however, something at that bar made it all become more evident. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Regardless, you just stayed silent, lost in your thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" James' voice cut through your mind, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "You're looking at me like I have two heads or something." He added, a chuckle coming out of his lips.

You snapped out of it as soon as you heard him, your cheeks heating up in response to his question.

"What?" You laughed nervously "Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment, go on."

James grinned, finding your flustered expression too amusing to let it go.

"I must really put you in a state to make you blush like that." He took another sip of his beer and kept grinning at you. "What were you thinking about before? I'm curious now."

You tried your best to appear bored and rested your elbow on the table, putting your chin on top of your hand.

"Nothing. Just… Work."

He studied your face and the playful expression he had before turned into a smirk.

"You're hiding something." He teased. "You're a terrible liar."

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be offended by his observation.

"I'm not!" You shot back. "I said it's nothing. You're too curious for your own good."

"Come on, tell me." He nudged your shoulder. "It's not fair if you keep it a secret."

"Not fair? What? Don't you have any secrets?" You scoffed.

"Of course I do. But your secrets are much more interesting to me right now than my own." He leaned closer and raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "So spill it. What were you really thinking about? Was it a boy?"

You looked at him incredulous, just wishing he would drop the subject.

"You can't be serious." You looked with concern in your expression at him and he laughed in response.

"Oh, I'm being serious. You were blushing so hard, so it must be a boy." He grinned, crossing his arms. It was clear that he was enjoying messing up with you. "So come on, spill it. Is it someone I know? Do you want me to hook you up?"

"No! What? You're crazy." You couldn't believe he thought you wanted him to hook you up with somebody.

"I know you're thinking about someone, just tell me already. Who's the lucky guy?" He pressed again.

"There's... No one!" You were starting to get frustrated.

"Oh, please. You can't fool me, I know you. You were obviously daydreaming about someone." He raised an eyebrow again and you had to take a deep breath in order to control yourself. "Is it one of the guys? Lars maybe? Or... Is it Kirk? I know you two are very close. You got a thing for him?" His voice dripped with amusement, it was clear he was enjoying teasing you.

"What?!" You opened your mouth in shock as he started pointing names. "I've never...! I never liked Kirk! Where did this come from?!"

"I can see the way you look at him sometimes." He chuckled, it seemed like he was testing you. "If it's not him, then who is it? I won't leave you alone until you tell me."

"Kirk is like a brother to me!" You said offended, your cheeks getting hot once again.

"You're protesting a little too much. I know you're hiding something from me." He studied your blushed face in silence for a second "Well, whoever he is, we can play matchmaker and set you up on a date." He batted his eyelashes dramatically at you and laughed.

"Why are you so invested in being my wingman? Who says I need one?"

You were getting tired of this talk. One second of distraction staring too much at him and now you had to deal with James playing guess by himself. He already loved getting on your nerves, but whenever he got drunk that would get worse.

"You've been single for almost a year now." He grinned. "I just want to help you find someone to share your life with."

You couldn't believe he decided to throw that on your face. Ouch. You sighed and looked around the bar for a second, trying to find a good response.

"Why don't you worry about your own love life?"

He chuckled again, shrugging off your comment.

"You know I don't do long-term relationships." He said casually. "I'm more of a one-night-stand kind of guy." He winked and that irritated you.

You looked down at your hands, trying to navigate your feelings. For some reason, hearing that he had been sleeping with other girls made you feel jealous. You tried your best to not seem affected, but James noticed the shift in your reaction.

"What's wrong with one-night stands?" He asked, his tone playful.

"I just think it's gross." You cursed yourself mentally for your childish response.

"C'mon... You're such a prude." He rolled his eyes and teased you, nudging at your arm. "One-night stands aren't gross, they're just casual fun. You should try it sometime, it might loosen you up a bit." There was that smug grin again that made you heated.

"I don't need to loosen up, I'm fine the way I am." You tried defending yourself. "And also, I'm not a prude."

"Sure, keep telling yourself this." He shrugged, that grin only growing wider at your frustration. "But deep down, you're just a boring goody-two-shoes who wouldn't know how to have a good time if your life depended on it." He continued. "Bet you've never even been on a proper date before."

You scoffed. Yeah, he made a habit of teasing you and yes, that would worsen whenever he drunk, but tonight he seemed even more invested in driving you nuts. "Is it just the alcohol?" You asked yourself.

"Of course I have!" You crossed your arms. "I can have fun just fine. I just think the girls you hook up with are gross."

You tried attacking him, but it was clear that your response only amused him even more.

"Gross, huh? Interesting choice of words." He leaned closer once again. "Does that mean you think I'm gross too? For hooking up with random girls?" He waited for your response, staring at you.

"I've never said that." You regretted mentioning his hookups and sighed.

"I know you're judgmental of my dating life." He leaned back and shrugged. "You're probably just jealous that I'm getting some action and you're not." He smiled triumphantly.

"Who says I'm not getting some action?" You tried your best to sound convincing but your attempt only made him laugh.

"Oh, really? With whom exactly? A pillow? A stuffed animal?" You blushed and he caught your reaction. "I knew it. You don't have anyone. Which is why you're so sour and uptight because you're not getting laid." He taunted.

"You're such an ass." You looked away and rolled your eyes. "It's none of your business, maybe? Just leave my love life alone, please." At this point, you had given up winning this conversation.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave your non-existent love life alone." He raised both of his hands in surrender. "But if you need some advice on how to get laid, come to me. I'm something of an expert, y'know?" He winked playfully.

"Like I would take your advice." You laughed sarcastically, seeing the perfect chance to annoy him back. "Bet you don't how to please girls at all." You added, certain that this would drive him crazy.

In response, he just smiled and shook his head. A different reaction that you were expecting.

"Oh yeah? You think I can't satisfy a girl?" He said confidently and leaned closer to you once again. "In fact, I bet I could satisfy you better than any other guy you've ever been with."

You stopped in your tracks, wondering if you heard him right. "He's just trying to get a reaction of me." You thought to tranquilize yourself.

"No way. Bet you take like... One minute." You decided just to keep teasing, trying to give him hell back for being so annoying.

"You think I'm that bad?" He raised an eyebrow with a smile on his lips. He then went silent for a second and something in his expression changed. "How about we make a bet then? If I can't please you better than anyone you've ever been with before, I'll do the dishes at your house for a week. But... If I do a good job, you have to take me out on a date."

"What?" Your mind went blank with shock and you felt a wave of heat from the embarrassment go through your entire body. Everything was all fun and games until now, but now you were just dumbfounded.

James noticed the shock in your expression and bit his lip, realizing he may have overstepped, but it was too late to take back now.

"Just hear me out. It'll be fun, it's just a harmless bet." He said quickly. "We are friends, right? What's wrong with having some fun?" He tried.

You couldn't even look straight at him now. It's true that you've been getting more and more attracted to him, but since you were best friends, you never expected this kind of proposal to come from him. Was it the alcohol? Was he just trying to prove a point? Your thoughts ran a 100 mph, trying to decide what should you do.

"I..." You started, then shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind. "Fine, it's a bet."

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osarina · 2 months ago

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helloooo miss Carina!! first of all I just noticed your new header with the claw machine header, the gif is soooo cute and creative! it feels kinda like those mini shorts before and after a commercial break in anime if you know what I mean >.< secondly I have a few questions I'm curious about and because you said you didn't have anything to talk about >u< so!!

question one: what were you up to today? c: question two: you write sooo much and with tons of different aus! what is your writing process like from idea to posting? o: question three: what drew you to Osamu when you first met him?

(no pressure to answer all of them! <3 but I am excited to see what you have to say ^u^)

WAHHHHHHH ZE I LOVE U. ISN'T IT SO CUTE IM STILL SO OBSESSED WITH IT DAUFHASIUFHD EVERY TIME I LOOK AT MY BLOG I GIGGLE <333 AND DOUBLE WAAHHHH THANK U FOR LETTING ME YAP IVE LITERALLY BEEN SITTING HERE ANTSY WITH NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT DFUHASDFIUSAHDFI

today i had WORK blah and what was even worse </333 i got a surprise assignment and now im stressing over it </333 but now im trying to relax and forget about all of my problems because im avoidant HAHAHAHAH what about you?? how was your day??

omg HAHAH my writing process is pretty chaotic at first. its just like . a few vague ideas for scenes and then try to build a plot that pulls them together aifuhasudfih once i have like a general idea for a plot, i'll start to fill out everything around it. and THEN my favorite step, i drag myself to the SPREADSHEETS. i love my spreadsheets. once i get my spreadsheets (if it's a series), ill decide my chapter limit (which usually changes. see: civzai, what was supposed to be a 3 parter and became a 12 chapter fic with a sequel LOL.) but i always do try to start with a limit dfuahsudfhsa. once i get the general chapter count, ill decide what the main conflict of each chapter is/what changes in the plot in this chapter. i try to limit myself for four scenes to get to that progression otherwise fhauisfhudsa it would get ridiculous. i don't usually go into detail about each chapter while planning though. when i do, i usually get bored and don't finish things, so i just leave it as the general plot progression and then when i get to the chapter itself, ill just go in and write the chapter, and then go back to the spreadsheet to add in the details so that i have a reference to go back to for future chapters IF THAT MAKES SENSE LOL there is a method to the madness i swear

and omg. im gonna answer this in two ways. 1 being like actual real life watching the anime and 2 being selfship. but:

1) i was repulsed by him at first LOLLL. i dropped bsd because ppl hyped me up to him and told me id like him, and i met him in episode 1 and just couldn't continue because i didn't like him. when i picked it back up again 2 ish years ago, i managed to like . stay strong until the mersault arc. but then i finally gave in like ugh i kind of like fyodor ...... and then the walls i had up for dazai crumbled quite quickly after that LOLL. could u imagine, me accepting that i like fyodor led me to accepting i like dazai . he's forever bitter about it.

2) BUT FOR SELFSHIP . i hc in my selfship (ill go main au, so its my wykyk/pmreader universe) that i was like . very conflicted about him at first. like i was instinctively drawn to him - we were both very lonely & found like a kindred spirit in each other, but both of us were also wary of letting our guard down around someone. i was on my own because of mori for a while trying to hold my own in kyoto, and he was making his name in the port mafia & always having to watch his back and could never trust anyone. so it was quite a bit of dancing around each other for a few weeks. + a part of me was resentful and bitter cuz i felt like i'd been cast aside by mori for him. but . one thing led to another and LOL he ended up literally moving into my apartment and we ended up getting close to each other bc of that. casamu is the epitome of "never casual" i fear. neither of us can be casual about anything.

#ᡣ𐭩 carina’s love letters #ᡣ𐭩 from user: fairycourts #SORRY LOL #U GAVE ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO YAP AND I VERY MUCH TOOK IT #I WARNED U THAT I WANTED TO TALK DFIAHDIFUASDH

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three-dee-ess · 1 year ago

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going on a deepdive into 3DS/DS purikura games

I saw this image on a tumblr post and I wanted to look for the original source (so I could properly credit the person and to find out what game it was):

I couldn't find the original, however, I did find this yahoo ask asking what game it was.

The person answering seemed to think it was a hello kitty game, likely because of the hello kitty sticker used to cover the face of the person taking the selfie, but it's clearly one that was added after the photo of the DS was taken, it's not a sticker that exists within that software.

As you can see here, it seems to be a piece of hello kitty fanart- it's not official art, and therefore not featured in the game. This helps with my search a bit.

Also, I believe this is a 3DS title, not a DSI/DS one like the person above suggested- the "select" button in the home menu is the same as the o3DSXL's. This suggests this game was published BEFORE the n3DS series was released.

I remembered playing a game in the past called "Sanrio Picross" that had some purikura elements, however, that game doesn't allow you to edit photographs, and upon looking at them side by side, the UI is completely different.

I googled "3DS purikura game" (purikura being the Japanese word for photo booth) and the only result was "Sparkle Snapshots." From what I could see, the 3DS title didn't have UI that matched either. I decided to look up the DSI game as a last ditch effort into this line of thinking and I didn't find anything.

I did find a screenshot of the title screen on khinsider VGM and the title song goes HARD.

It doesn't seem like this is a purikura game, (or at least not solely), so my research must continue. The next thing I looked into was the UI. I know some Japanese, not very much, but enough to read some basic katakana.

Under the X button it says "Zoom." The L button seems to say "Erase Button."

And it seems that R and A also say "Erase Button." Start obviously says "Menu" It seems like this is a very basic game.

For the bottom screen, it was taken at an angle and it contains some Kanji, so I put it through some photo editing to make it easier to read.

Typing that into google translate I got "Saved! Do you continue doodle?" (and then obviously yes/no)

The phrasing of doodle is interesting. This implies it could be an art program, like the yahoo commenter suggested earlier.

Searching up 3DS art programs doesn't really help me, and coloring games doesn't work either...

My last resort is to go through every 3DS game released in japan, (since we already have a copy of every game ever released for the 3DS online...) However, before I do that, I'm going to look for this image some more.

I found it running rampant on pinterest...

No one else seems to know what it is either LOL.

However, the version on pinterest is significantly higher quality!

Next step, finding more games. I simply need to try to find MORE games. Because I know what the UI looks like, it shouldn't be too hard.

I'll run this search again and just scroll till I see a new lead...

Oh, that was quick!

I found a series called "minna no" which seems to be similar to the "imagine" series in the US- just kind of children's shovelware that never got translated to english.

I ran a search for みんなの (Minna no) on google and...

Huh that sounds familiar... oh my god.

OH MY GOD.

It'S THE SAME FUCKING GAME THE GUY FROM EARLIER WAS TALKING ABOUT. The one I dismissed entirely because it was a DSi title and the game's UI wasn't DSi? It was a 3DS title.

The best part about all of this... the best part about all of this... the UI doesn't even match at all. I went full circle and just accidentally proved this guy completely wrong.

I checked the rest of the minna no games, and yup, no dice. It's some other title.

Next up, I looked at Girls RPG Cinderella Life, mostly because it kept coming up over and over during my research- and holy shit their website is adorable.

Their website is an accessibility nightmare, but it's absolutely adorable. If you are into web design at all, I'd recommend checking it out.

super cute!! looking through the website only proves to me though that this is not the game we are looking for though, so let's move on.

Okay okay okay, how about... JS GIRL: Doki Doki Model Challenge?

Found some information about it.... oh shit there's a camera function?

Dammit... Doesn't look anything like the image.

WAIT WAIT WAIT. A photo decoration option??????

While trying to find more images I found out the game was in this pretty holographic packaging. God I'm jealous. More games should do this.

Either way I can't seem to find any images on this, so it's going on the list of possible candidates. And While looking up this game, I found more under the same artstyle that also might be culprits.

While trying to find more information, I realized how many of these games there are. And also how many of them I have played in the past, lol.

I've been a big fan of Style Savvy (AKA Girls Mode) and I've tried out Girls Fashion Shoot, which was an english translation from a different game series about becoming a model.

youtube

Yet another knocked off the list!

By extension, the second game is also knocked off the list.

youtube

Another model game- this one called Neco*Petit Girls Runway. Another dud, but also very cute.

Pretty Rhythm series seemed to have a camera function but it didn't line up with the UI shown in the screen either.

If anyone has any more ideas or lists of games, please tell me below! I need to take a break from researching this, and I'll need to play some of that JS model game from earlier, since I doubt anyone has used the photo function during a youtube Let's Play, but based on the UI, I sincerely doubt that it's the one we are looking for.

#long post #3ds post #investigations #Youtube

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creative99writer · 1 month ago

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A Meeting in London (Jack Draper) - Part 4

Sequel to "A Meeting in New York"

A Meeting in London - Part 1 A Meeting in London - Part 2 A Meeting in London - Part 3

First part of the series:

A Meeting in New York - Part 1 A Meeting in New York - Part 2 A Meeting in New York - Part 3

A/N: So I'm still super super busy with life/work and everything, but I had this in my drafts for quite a while now, but never completely finished it and also didn't really know how to integrate this into the story... and I gotta warn ya - it's a little spicy and mature, so if you're not into that, I'd advise to skip. I don't normally post smut (or something that even resembles smut) so this is new territory for me lol. I wasn't really sure if I should post this because I normally don't share stuff like that. But I thought, why not try for once? For those still reading this silly little story, I hope you like it!

Warning: mature content!, probably typos

Jen felt like a lovestruck teenager. Jack had turned out to be an incredibly empathetic, kind-hearted and forgiving guy and she could have laughed at the irony of meeting him just when she was feeling like anything but herself. Wasn't it ironic that she was meeting the kind of guy who seemed to be a perfect fit for her while basically having an existential crisis and just restarting her life after it had been turned upside down? Life was really funny, throwing in curveballs such as this. She really wasn't looking for anything at all - nothing fun, and most definitely nothing serious. If someone has asked her before the US Open if she could imagine dating someone again, she would have laughed right in their face. Like, how did she have time for something like that? And why would she even want that? But now... now, it was all different. Jack made her want to make time for something like that. He made her want that. He made her want to try.

The way he held her hand, tightly but gently, caressing her skin with his thumb. The way he turned his head to look at her with a soft smile as they walked along the sidewalk in the cool November air. The way his arm brushed against hers as their steps matched each other's, after Jack had slowed down so she would be able to keep up with him and his long legs. The way he leaned over to kiss her temple gently, intertwining his fingers with hers.

He was kind, caring and funny - apart from the fact that he was obviously gorgeous. And although the irony of meeting him exactly just as she was trying to get life in order didn't escape her, this kind of curveball was too good to ignore. Jen knew that there was absolutely no way that she could stay away, no matter how much she might have wanted to run away from her feelings. He was bold, talking about a year from now, asking her out, confessing his feelings - but maybe that was exactly what she needed. Maybe he was exactly what she needed.

They walked in silence and Jen adored the fact that their silence was comfortable - they didn't need to fill it with words just so that it wouldn't be awkward. Jen and Jack together were anything but awkward. Conversation flowed easily and when they didn't talk they just enjoyed each other's presence. When she did speak, she told him about the little hotel she was staying at - she was the only guest except for an elderly couple staying a few floors beneath hers because they'd just finished renovating the hotel and weren't even open for the public yet except for members of the chain, which she was.

They reached her hotel, a luxurious but small one and the doorman opened the door with a polite smile on his face, recognizing Jen. "Good evening, Miss Langfort."

"Good evening, Philip." she greeting him with a smile as her and Jack passed through the double door and then thanked him for opening the door.

Her hand was still engulfed in Jack's as they walked into the small lobby. "I'll walk you to your door." he said and they stopped in front of the elevators. Jen smiled, her eyes twinkling with mirth as she looked up at him - she couldn't help it. "Very chivalrous."

"I know, right? It's what us Disney Princes do." he teased her right back and she loved the way they could keep up with each other's banter effortlessly.

"Hmm... did you go to Disney Prince school or something? Or how does that work?" she asked him as she pressed the button of the elevator.

"Well, you see - we are chosen specifically based on our hair to become a Disney Prince apprentice." Jack said in a completely serious voice, and Jen bit her lip in order to keep from laughing. His face was completely straight but she could see the glint in his eyes. "It takes around six months - if you're a good apprentice, that is. I've heard there are some who take up to five years, you know those who aren't really Disney Prince material after all."

"Five years?" Jen's voice matched his seriousness, her eyebrows raising in mock-surprise. "That's outrageous! And they're not throwing them out of the apprenticeship?"

"No, apparently not. Which I really can't understand." Jack shook his head, disappointed.

"And I take it, you were a great apprentice and completed it in six months?" Jen cocked her eyes to her side, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Well, actually... I was their star student and finished in four." Jack said straight-faced and Jen burst out laughing.

"Of course you were. You're the model Disney Prince after all." she nodded understandingly, still laughing.

"Exactly. In fact, they made several courses a part of the apprenticeship based on me." his voice was still serious and Jen snorted. She had no idea how he could stay so serious when he was joking around, but she loved his sense of humor.

"Oh yeah? What courses?" The elevator arrived with a ping and the doors opened. Jack motioned for her to get in first and Jen had a flashback to that one time in New York where she felt like she was trapped in the elevator with him because she was getting hot just being in his presence. As she stepped in she could feel the tension shift, his tall frame right behind her - and as she leaned against the wall and turned around, he was already there, trapping her against it, his hands on her waist.

"You know, how to properly woo a lady, how to protect her and ... how to kiss her." he whispered, his voice slightly hoarse and she could feel his hot breath on her face as he leaned down. His eyes were sparkling in the lights of the elevator, the grip of his hands on her waist firm. "Mhm..." Jen hummed. "They made a course based on how you kiss? Why would they do that?" Jack leaned even closer, his lips hovering over hers and Jen closed her eyes, her hands traveling up his chest and around the back of his neck. "You tell me." Jack breathed. Jen played with the hair at the nape of his neck and Jack's breath hitched softly.

"I've always wanted to kiss you in a lift. Ever since we were in that lift in New York." his voice was quiet as he admitted the thought he had hidden in a small part of his brain ever since that one moment in New York. "Yeah?" Jen bit her lower lip, her eyes still closed. "Then why don't you do it?"

He didn't need to be told twice. His lips came crashing down onto hers with a passion and intensity that left her breathless immediately. He backed her against the wall even more, his hands gripping her waist tightly and his body pressing into hers as his lips moved passionately against hers. She could feel his tongue against the seams of her lips and he deepened the kiss, angling his head even more and his hand moved up her back, tangling in her hair. Jen sighed against his mouth, completely and hopelessly lost in his kiss. She tugged at his hair and he groaned softly into the kiss, the hand on his waist gripping onto her tighter.

Suddenly, the elevator came to a halt with the typical 'ding' sound and Jen nearly jumped out of his arms, making Jack chuckle slightly, the hand on her waist and the hand in her hair keeping her close to him. "You're a jumpy one, huh?" Jen huffed, pushing at his chest, but she wasn't exactly successful because he was way too tall. "Shut up." Jack breathed out a quiet laugh and stepped back, taking her hand in his and leading her out of the elevator. He followed her as she walked along the corridor all the way to the end and stopping in front of her door. "So... this is me." she motioned at the door and Jack nodded before stepping closer again.

"So about that date." he murmured, unable to keep his hands to himself as they settled on her waist once again. Jen relished in the feeling of being this close to him, she couldn't describe just how tingly the places felt where he touched her. And he was so tall, she felt safe just being in his presence. "Is it alright if I pick you up tomorrow at seven?"

Jen bit her lower lip, unable to keep the smile off her face and she nodded, her hands moving up to grip the collar of his coat. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Jack's face lit up with his smile and he leaned in, his breath fanning onto her face. "Good." he murmured before closing the gap and kissing her once again, softly this time. His grip on her waist once again tightened and he pressed up against her, leaving no distance between them. He backed her up against the door, his hands moving up her sides and onto her face and the back of her head.

Their lips moved against each other, gently at first, then passion took over. Jack's hands tangled in her hair as he pressed her against the hotel room door and Jen could feel her breath dwindling.

"God, you don't know what you do to me." Jack panted against her lips. "You drive me insane." He deepened the kiss, groaning against her mouth when Jen tugged at his hair again and she loved how responsive he was. She'd never been with a guy before who was so openly responsive and passionate with what he felt. "I'm crazy about you." he whispered, as he pulled back slightly, his eyes still closed and his lips ghosting over hers. "So fucking crazy. I can't think about anything but you. You're in my head all the time, even when I think you're not, it's driving me crazy. What are you doing to me?" His voice was hoarse and he words were jumbled and rushed, and Jen's head was spinning, her hands tugging once again at the hair at the back of his neck, making Jack groan once again as he dipped his head to pull her into another deep kiss.

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Jack didn't really know or register what he was saying - he just said what he felt in that very moment. His mind was a jumbled mess only thinking Jen, Jen, Jen like it was a mantra. Her lips were intoxicating to him - she was intoxicating to him and he felt like he couldn't get close enough. His lips were moving against her, hers were moving against his, her hands frantically tugging at his hair, gripping at his shoulders, his hands tangled in her hair, dragging her body so flush against his, he could feel her heart racing against his. His tongue touched hers and he moaned - he couldn't help it -, pushing her against the door. He had never once felt like this when he kissed someone, it was almost like an out of body experience. He had never felt such fire and passion for someone, and it was swallowing him whole. "Jen..." he groaned before moving in to kiss her again, hopelessly lost in her.

He could feel Jen sigh against his lips and his heart skipped a beat. He moved one hand down to her waist again, his hand gripping at any part of her it could get a hold of and Jen moaned, pressing impossibly closer to him. She was flush against him and the wall and he moved his hand lower to her hip and down her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around him, the angle pulling her even more against him. It was so hot, and he was unashamed in his complete and utter attraction. She knew he could feel him as she let out a sinful moan against his lips, this time deeper and he bucked his hips involuntarily against her. "Fuck." he groaned, realizing all of a sudden that they were in the hallway of a hotel - and he very much was about to lose control. He pulled away slightly and with much chagrin as he pressed his forehead against hers. He felt frustrated, in more ways than one - with him for being on the brink of losing control, and with being so turned on he nearly didn't care he was losing control. "I think we need to stop before..." he stopped himself and he could see Jen's smile - a teasing smile that made him nearly lose his mind. It was as if she knew what she was doing to him. "Before what?" she breathed against his lips and he tightened the grip on her hip. "Before I try to talk you into something crazy... like me spending the night." Jack's voice was quiet and shaky and he had trouble thinking straight. "You're dangerous." he admitted as he stepped back slightly, trying to create a little bit of distance from the intensity he felt. "You're messing with my head so much." Jen's eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, her hair a mess and her lips... God, her lips. They were red and swollen and she looked thoroughly kissed. He nearly moaned out loud at the sight. Her chest moved up and down quickly, she was still out of breath just like he was. "I want you so bad but I -." Jack shook his head, not quite knowing what to say. "I'm losing my mind and my control with you. And I don't even care." He ran his hand through his hair in frustration, probably messing it up even more but he didn't care.

Jen let out a deep breath before smirking slightly. "I know, I could feel it." She bit her lip as she leaned against the wall and first looked down at his jeans and then looked up at him, almost innocently - though she was anything but.

He stared at her for a moment before he huffed out a disbelieving laugh, running his hands through his hair again. "You - you're impossible." It was difficult to hide his desire - it was literally visible and he could see Jen glancing down to his jeans again. "God." He knew he sounded absolutely wrecked, but he didn't care. How did he go from wanting to take her out on a date and take it slow so he wouldn't scare her off, to wanting to spend the night and ruin her?

Jen looked up at him through her lashes, her cheeks still rosy, her lips still red and kissed - and she was still smirking. She had a slight devilish look to her. Fuck, he was losing his mind. What was happening to him? He watched her with wary eyes as she pushed herself off the wall and walked over to him. When she reached him, she got up on her tip toes, taking his face into her hands. "Don't worry, I'm flattered." she murmured before kissing him. He instinctively steadied her by placing his hands on her waist, kissing her back. It came like second nature to him at this point. Her lips were soft and moved against his so naturally, Jack had trouble keeping his head straight yet again. He felt like he was drowning and didn't even mind. Only a small rational part of him knew he had to put a stop to this before he took it too far. But her kiss was intoxicating and she deepened it, and Jack's head was spinning from her taste, her movements, her touch, her perfume, her proximity. "Jen..." he sighed against her lips as she pressed closer to him. "Jen, we need to stop..."

"I know." she whispered back but she didn't stop. Jack didn't either. Instead, he moved her gently against the door again, hoisting her up and wrapping her legs around his hips. His desire was palpable and he knew Jen could feel it in the way she moaned against his lips. He ground his hips against hers and they both sighed into the kiss; in return he could feel the way her hips pressed into his as she rubbed herself against him. His hand moved down to her butt and over her thigh and then back to her hip, anywhere he could touch as he moved his hips against hers again. "This is getting out of hand." he whispered and Jen breathed out a wrecked laugh against his lips. "You started it." she whispered back and tightened her arms around his neck, kissing him deeper.

"Tell me to stop, please." Jack was begging her because he was drowning and losing all sense of self control, he could feel it - and he knew they had to stop. "Please, Jen. Tell me to stop. I can't-" He was panting and a complete mess in this dimly lit hotel hallway. Their hips had a mind of their own as they moved frantically against each other, the passion clear through their clothes, his jeans and her tights under her skirt that had bunched up against her hips. Jen was a moaning mess and she shook her head as his lips moved down her cheeks and jawline to her neck, sucking softly. "No. No, I don't want you to stop. Don't you dare stop."

"Jen..." he knew he sounded like a begging pathetic idiot but her words were his undoing. He grabbed her hips tighter and pressed her harder against he door, his hips never stopping their unrelenting movements. Her mouth fell open with tiny gasps of pleasure and he relished in the sight of her in front of him, completely and utterly wrecked. "Jack... oh my god..." Her voice was husky and she was breathless and panting, her fingers gripping tightly at his shoulders as he dropped his forehead against hers, his hips moving and grounding against hers. Her moans spurred him on, he never wanted to stop hearing those incredible sounds she made. He could tell she was close, her moans taking on a more high pitched tone and becoming more frequent as she grabbed at his shoulders and back of his neck, pulling him in. He could feel his own pressure building and his hips stuttering. He increased the pace of his hips. "Come on, baby... come on." He wanted her to get there first.

And then, Jen moaned his name out loud, her head falling back again, her hands gripping his shoulders and digging her nails into his coat, her mouth agape - and he knew he couldn't take any more. He had never heard his name sound so incredibly hot as when Jen moaned it, her voice husky and breathless because of him. "Fuck, Jen." he groaned, his hips losing their rhythm to erratic movements. Jack could feel himself on the very edge and he knew he was going to make a mess of his jeans - he didn't care. As he let go with a last groan of her name, his movements slowed down gradually before he basically collapsed against her, the both of them utterly spent leaning against the door of her hotel room.

He hadn't exactly planned for things to go down like his - he hadn't exactly planned to dry hump Jennifer Langfort in the hallway of her hotel room and make her fall apart like this. But he couldn't find it in himself to regret it. It had been amazing and the way her eyes shone as she looked up at him, completely wrecked - no, he didn't regret this one bit. "I think you're gonna have to button your coat." she whispered and Jack huffed out a laugh. "The jeans were due for a wash anyway." he retaliated and Jen looked at him for a moment before bursting out in a fit of laughter, hiding her face in his neck, before he joined in. He felt delirious and satisfied and happy all at the same time - though he had no idea how this could have happened, how things could take such a hot turn in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck, that was incredible." he murmured, still panting, and he felt like he floating as he hugged her to him for a moment before pushing slightly off of her. "Although for someone who doesn't want to rush, that was really fucking hot." he couldn't help but tease her and his dopey smile widened when she pushed slightly at his shoulder. "Shut up. You started it, I just joined in on the fun." She rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away.

"You didn't stop me though." he reminded her, their teasing light and their voices still breathless. Her legs were still wrapped around him and he gently caressed her hips and thighs, not quite ready to let go just yet. "You're definitely wilder than you're letting on."

"Mmmhh..." she hummed, biting her lip and his heart stuttered at her intense gaze that told him he was right in his assessment. "Guess there's quite a few things you don't know about me."

"You know I didn't exactly plan this." His voice was low, his hands continuing their caresses on her body. "Didn't you? Could have fooled me." Her voice carried an amused undertone, teasing him and she sounded way too calm for his liking - she was extremely dangerous, he realized.

Jack huffed, pressing his forehead against hers. "Fuck. You're gonna kill me." He closed his eyes for a moment before he set her down gently, unwrapping her legs from around his waist and steadying her - yet he didn't move away. He couldn't. At least not yet. "I really didn't think the evening would take a turn like this. But I can't say I regret it." He let his eyes drift over her face. "Do you?" His voice was quiet, hesitant.

Jen was silent for a moment before she reached up to cup his face in her hands - her touch was gentle, and Jack reveled in it, closing his eyes at the feeling of her affection. He hadn't realized how much he craved it. She leaned up and pecked his lips gently. "Do I look like I do?" He opened his eyes and saw her smile up at him with a fond smile that took his breath away. She didn't look like someone who would run off on him again or someone he had scared off. No, she looked like someone who ... was going to stay. Like someone who cared about him.

"No. You don't." he whispered. Her small hands caressed his cheeks before she leaned in again to peck his lips. He hummed against her lips, closing his eyes again. "Mmmhh, I could get used to this." Jack leaned in closer, deepening the kiss and gripping her waist tightly. He was absolutely spent, yet he couldn't get enough of her.

Before it could go too far again though, Jen leaned back slightly and smirked up at him. "Maybe you should come in a little... you know to clean yourself up a bit." Jack's eyes widened as she pushed him off slightly to reach into her bag and get the key card for her room. "Wha-" he stammered as she opened the door and looked back at him to wink cheekily.

"I mean you just came in your pants like a horny teenager, sooo..." Jack rolled his eyes and reached out to pinch her sides, making her yelp. "Hey, I'm just telling you what I see!" She motioned at the wet patch on his jeans and Jack could literally feel the blush creeping up on his neck. "Not my fault you're hot." he mumbled with a fond smile and Jen smirked, wiggling her eyebrows. "Horny teenager." she mouthed and yelped when he pinched her sides again. "Be nice. If I remember correctly, you were just moaning my name like a porn star." Jen's mouth fell open, as if she couldn't believe what he just said. "Close your mouth, you're gonna catch flies." he teased and this time he yelped as she pinched his arm, and her laughter rang through the room.

"Like I said, I just joined in on the fun." she repeated what she'd said earlier. "Didn't sound like that to me." he retaliated and earned a playful roll of the eyes from the girl who had completely captivated him. As he stepped into the lighter room as opposed to the dark hallway, he could see just how big the wet patch on his jeans was when Jen snuck a look down there, her eyes giving away her amusement. And when he caught her eye, she burst out laughing.

"God, what a mess." He looked down at himself and joined in on her laughter. "I can't remember the last time I actually came in my pants."

"I mean... it was hot." she admitted, winking at him before she walked into an adjacent room to get a towel for him. Jack could still feel just how burning hot his cheeks were, he was blushing so hard.

"Also, I do not sound like a porn star." she huffed playfully as she handed him the towel. "There's the bathroom by the way. You know, so you can clean up your horny teenager mess." Jack laughed as he playfully swiped at her with the towel as revenge for her remark before he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

As he sat down on the edge of the bathtub he took a deep breath. He still couldn't quite believe what had happened just now. One moment they were having a heartfelt conversation in the park, the next they were flirting each other's asses off, and then they were making out in front of her hotel room like two hormonal teenagers, and last but not least he was dry humping her against the door, the both of them moaning each other's names like there was no tomorrow, ending with them falling apart in their clothes.

Just... how?

He had never been this impulsive. He had never really lost control like that. So what exactly was she doing to him. Jack felt like he was in a trance as he cleaned himself up in her bathroom, throwing the towel into the hamper next to the sink. "Shit." he cursed, propping himself up against the sink and looking into the mirror, a look of disbelief on his face. How could this be happening? He was confused, and delirious - but he couldn't find it in himself to regret what happened at all. It had been so hot and all-consuming, and her sounds? God, he could feel himself getting hot just thinking of the sounds she'd made. He turned on the water and splashed his face with ice cold water, in the hopes of cooling himself down a bit. Jack knew he'd probably need days to process what had happened tonight. His feelings felt like he was on an emotional rollercoaster, the excitement of seeing her again, then the hurt he'd felt at her dismissal, the heartfelt conversation on the walk home, the ... well, the almost sex. He was well aware that if he hadn't resorted to the dry humping, he'd probably be in her bed right now. And he knew it was too early for that. He wanted to do this properly, not turn this into a hook up. His mind was a jumbled mess and he splashed his face again before washing his hands and drying off. His jeans were still wet and he knew he had to button his coat when he walked home, but fuck - it had been an eventful evening, and what had transpired in the hallway, well that had taken the crown.

He walked out after feeling somewhat refreshed on the outside, though his mind was still a mess. Jen was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking into the distance as if lost in thought when she heard him walk out and turned her head to him, giving him a soft smile. "You okay?" she asked him and he huffed out a breathless laugh. "Yeah. I'm more than okay. Though my mind's a mess." Jack felt like honesty was the best way to address this situation. She snorted at his remark. "Yeah, mine too."

"Glad I'm not the only one then." he breathed as he sat down next to her, his leg brushing up against hers. "Us, sitting on that bed... that's dangerous." Jen laughed quietly before leaning back and lying down on the edge of her bed, her feet still on the ground as if to mock him and his words. "And why would that be?" she teased, smirking up at him.

Jack huffed, turning to look at her properly, his gaze intense. "Let's just say, I wouldn't have exactly stopped at dry humping you in the hallway if we'd been in this room. And I still don't trust myself." Jen's eyes widened for a moment as if she hadn't expected him to be so straightforward about his desire before she burst out laughing. "Okay, that's direct." she laughed before she added quietly, "I might not have stopped you then either."

The stared at each other quietly for a moment before Jack closed his eyes, overwhelmed - with his desire, feelings and emotions. "God, what are we doing?" he breathed, running a hand over his face before looking at her again as she stared up at him, eyes wide, cheeks rosy and her hair fanned out on the bed. "Stop looking at me like that." he told her and her smile widened.

"Like what?" she blinked up at him, her hands gripping the duvet.

"Like you want me to ruin you." His voice was shaky and his self control was dwindling. "Maybe I do want you to ruin me." she whispered and Jack shook his head in disbelief. "Don't say things like that, Jen. My self control is barely there as it is." he said and she laughed. Oh, she knew exactly what she was doing to him and he could see she loved it.

"I'm trying to do this properly, you know? Like taking you out on dates, talking to you, getting to know you before... just jumping into... all of this." he motioned with his hands to the bed and to his jeans. "Although, I know this started in a weird way anyway with the kiss in New York and our timeline's completely off, but I - you deserve a proper ... romancing. Nothing less than that. You deserve to be taken out on the most outrageously fancy and romantic dates to sweep you off your feet, and not me dry humping you in a fucking hallway." The more he talked, the more frustrated he got with himself, for losing control and for letting his desire for her overrule his mind and body like that.

"I mean, you got me off, didn't you? So I'm not exactly complaining." she laughed quietly and Jack huffed, still frustrated. "That's not what I meant, Jen." She was teasing him and working him up, and she knew it - he felt like he was going to combust. "Though if I hadn't, this would be even worse." he cracked a smile, despite feeling like anything but smiling, and Jen laughed - the comicality of the situation wasn't exactly lost on him. "That's true. Wouldn't have been very Disney princely of you." she teased and he couldn't help but laugh. She had a way of making him laugh and happy even when he didn't feel like it.

She gently grabbed his hand, still lying on the bed and the hair fanned out around her made her feel like a goddess, Jack thought. "I know what you mean, Jack." she told him, her voice steady. "But if I hadn't liked it, I would have stopped you. I didn't stop you because I didn't want you to. So stop beating yourself up over what we did together - not just you, you know? And if I remember correctly, I edged you on, so we did this together and I don't regret it." She added quietly, "You said you didn't either." She looked up at him, her hand playing with his fingers and he could see that she was suddenly unsure if he did.

Jack swallowed hard, shaking his head. "No, I don't regret it. I can't. It was way too fucking incredible to regret it." He breathed out shakily. "If anything, I wanted it to go much further that it did."

His eyes flitted over her body and up to her face, Jen was already watching, observing him quietly. "Kiss me, Jack." It wasn't a question and Jack pushed the sudden nervousness that consumed him down, exhaling shakily. The tension between them shifted into that unspoken want between them yet again, the one that had overwhelmed him in the hallway and was about to consume him once again.

He moved gently, slowly. And as he braced himself on top of her, his breath fanning over face, with his body pressed against hers on the bed, he felt like he was about to lose his last ounce of self control yet again. "Jen, this is dangerous. You are dangerous." His voice was barely even a whisper. She reached up, curling her fingers around the back of his neck, tugging him down slightly and he felt his skin tingling. He closed the gap and kissed her gently, using every bit of resistance in him to keep it gentle and soft.

It was no use. Once he could feel her tongue against the seams of his lips, the resistance went out the window and he deepened the kiss, moving inbetween her legs. He felt hot all over, completely overheated and it was not definitely not because he was still wearing his coat. He could feel her wrap her legs around him, pressing him closer and his body developed a mind of its own apparently because his hands grabbed wherever they could reach, his hips bucked against hers and he pressed closer to her until there was nothing that could have come inbetween. His lips moved frantically against hers and his breath was nonexistent, but he didn't care. Jen had absolved his self control and hers apparently too. Because she moaned against his mouth, gripping his hair and his shoulders, somehow tugging him even closer as she seemed just as lost in his kisses.

But they were reaching a territory they both knew they shouldn't cross, at least not yet - even if they both desperately wanted to in that moment. "God, Jack..." she sighed, pressing gently on his shoulders to stop and create a bit of distance they both needed. They were both panting heavily and his forehead was pressed against hers before she moved her head and tugged him closer into a hug - maybe to dissolve the passion that was consuming them. "Fucking hell." he panted, caressing her hips with his hand. He could feel her body shaking and for a second he was worried, she was crying until he realized she was laughing.

"I don't even know what's gotten into me." she laughed against his shoulder. "I really don't do this normally, especially with guys I don't even know that well." Jack joined in on her laughter, tucking his head into the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent. "I am so screwed, God." he murmured, still laughing. "I can't think straight when you're near."

Jen huffed with a laugh, her fingers playing with his hair that was sure to be goddamn mess. "Welcome to the club, Draper."

"What the fuck are we doing, Jen?" he hid his face even more in the crook of her neck, and his shaky voice came out muffled. "I can barely control myself around you, I know I should just get up and leave but my brain completely shuts off - or maybe it's an aneurysm, I don't know, and it's gotten to the point tonight where I am honestly just like screw it."

"You mean more like, screw me?" she teased and he burst out laughing, their bodies shaking together in their laughter. Leave it to her to find the humor in the situation.

"Basically." he admitted. "But seriously." he pinched her sides gently and she wound herself beneath him like an eel.

"Also, I've never heard someone having an aneurysm that led to them wanting to have sex with someone. That's new. Maybe you should get yourself checked out, Draper." she continued her teasing and he rolled his eyes good naturedly, though she couldn't see.

"I don't want to just have sex with you, Jen." he murmured. "I want everything. I want you, I want to take care of you, I want falling asleep next to you and waking up with you and making coffee in your room, even though I don't even drink coffee and I want to call room service in the morning and have breakfast together in that really awkward way that people usually eat together after they've slept with someone for the first time, even though I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be awkward with us." He was rambling and he knew it. "I want the whole experience. All of it."

He breathed out shakily, and lifted his head to take a look at her - whether he had scared her off already. She was blinking up at him, as if she couldn't quite believe what he'd just said, and he couldn't exactly blame her. This went way deeper than anything they'd talked about tonight.

He was about to tell her to forget everything he'd said, that he didn't want to scare her away, when she opened her mouth. "I- That is very Disney princely of you." she breathed out with a quiet laugh and he couldn't quite help the smile that broke out on his face.

"What can I say? I told you they've modeled their courses after me." he whispered.

Jen cleared her throat and he realized she'd gotten emotional over his confession. Jack couldn't help it - he always felt so proud when he'd draw out emotions from this fiercely guarded woman. "Uh, well - that ... that uh - that actually sounds pretty.. nice." she stammered and Jack could feel this sense of accomplishment once again. "You really are quite the romantic, so you didn't lie about that. Huh."

"Told you." His hand was still drawing shapes on her hip, his voice just a gentle murmur. "And I meant it, Jen. I... I know this is fast and we might be getting whiplash here, but I don't want to hide what I feel - or how I feel. I want to be an open book, but only when you're in this with me. Together. I may be crazy, but I'm absolutely crazy about you." He leaned in, nudging her nose with his. "Seems like me running into in New York like that was a good thing after all."

"You didn't think it was?" she smiled up at him gently, though there was a question in her eyes and he felt the need to explain what he meant.

"After you disappeared, I wasn't really sure for a while. You went completely radio silent on me, and I wasn't certain if ... well, if you even liked it. If you ever wanted to see me again. So there was a lot riding on whether you wanted to see me again or not to think of it as a good thing."

"Well, I wasn't really certain if I wanted to see you again." her voice was quiet in her admission. "You - you scare me, Jack. And not in the general sense of the word, but it's how straightforward you are. You're an open book. And you're anything but nonchalant." she laughed quietly as her fingers started to play with his hair again. "You don't hide what you feel, whether it's hurt or.. well..." she motioned her hand down his body and he rolled his lips in to keep himself from laughing. "You mean, turned on?"

Jen huffed out a laugh. "Yeah. You let me see it all. And that is so scary, you have no idea. Because half the time I don't even know what I'm feeling, and then there you are - so honest and direct and I have no idea what to do with that. But if you weren't so honest, that would be even worse."

Jack remained quiet - he could sense that she wasn't quite finished. "And - and God." she suddenly sounded annoyed, but he didn't know if it was directed at him or her, or them. "You are so fucking nice. How can someone be so nice? And patient and understanding? I thought men like that didn't exist." she huffed, and he bit back a smile. "You apologize readily and you listen - and you are so fucking gentle. Like a gentle giant. And I don't even know what the fuck I'm saying. I'm babbling" she rolled her eyes.

He reached up, smiling, and cupped her face with his hand, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "You know you're not so bad yourself. And you're cute when you babble."

"I know we've both asked this question like a hundred times this evening - but what are we doing, Jack? This is absolutely nuts! Batshit crazy!" Jen covered her face with her hands and Jack couldn't help but chuckle.

"I know. We are doing this completely the opposite way - making out, dry humping, lying in bed together..." he raised a suggestive eyebrow. "All this before we even had dinner and a proper date."

Jen groaned. "You make this sound like a situationship."

"Don't worry, I won't let it get that far." he chuckled, leaning down to kiss her nose after she peeled her hands off of her face to look up at him.

"Promise? I don't want to have to run into you at a tournament where we awkwardly greet each other even though we know we're just gonna end up in bed together again." Jen rolled her eyes and Jack laughed at that.

"I mean... I wouldn't be opposed to landing in bed with you. But I'd like everything else with you too." he grinned down at her, his fingers drawing gentle circles on her waist now. Jen laughed at his remark before sighing out loud.

"God, this is so weird." He cocked his head to the side, not quite sure what she meant. "We are doing this completely in reverse, this whole... dating thing."

"Well, there are no actual rules when it comes to dating, you know? You can do what feels right for you, even if it's different or strange to others." he told her before feeling the need to clarify - "And with that I don't mean, you know... spending the night together like immediately. I mean, that we don't have to follow any imaginary rules and just... do what feels right."

Jen sighed, reaching out to clutch at his shoulders again and Jack felt like his skin was burning with her touch. "I know. And even if it's weird... tonight felt right." she said quietly. His heart was hammering against his chest at her admission. He still felt a bit insecure with what happened in the hallway, even if he didn't regret - it was just very much a spur of the moment thing. "Yeah." he breathed out. "It did." He pressed his forehead against hers again. "I really wanna kiss you right now."

Jen raised an eyebrow at him. "You think we can keep it PG?"

"Not really, but we can try?" Jack pulled a face and Jen laughed as she pulled his face closer, leaning up to kiss him. He hummed as her lips met his and he pressed closer to her.

"So uhm -... I never got your number." he mumbled against her lips, still braced on top of her on the bed, lying between her legs. And Jen burst out laughing. "Really? That's what you're thinking about?"

"I'm trying to keep it PG!" he protested and Jen laughed even harder.

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The evening had been... turbulent to say the least. Jen knew that once Jack left, she would be sitting in her room contemplating what the fuck had happened tonight.

This was absolutely not her. Making out in an elevator like horny teenagers? Dry humping a guy she barely knew in a fucking hallway where anybody could have seen them? And probably the security cameras too? God, she hoped they weren't working yet.

Then again, making out with a guy she didn't know at all in a New York hotel lobby was also not her.

So now, she was pinned on her hotel bed right under the heavy weight of Jack's body and she didn't really want him to leave. The very thought scared her. Wanting someone like this was scary. But somehow... Jack also made it easy. The way he was patient and understanding. And he matched her sense of humor. She even liked that he was a secret romantic. And he surprised her at every turn.

The way he suddenly seemed to be overtaken by his passion? The way she could literally see his desire for her consuming him? It had been completely nuts, but simply the way he had looked at her, like he couldn't bare the thought of not having his way with her in that very moment had made her throw all her inhibitions out the window. Who didn't like to be desired after all?

His desire and passion had been palpable. And there was absolutely no way she would have been able to regret what they'd done. Not only had it felt amazing (obviously), not only had it been extremely hot - it had especially brought them closer (in more ways than one). His confession and his honesty had opened the door for a closer connection and Jen suddenly didn't feel as scared anymore.

Nonetheless, she was going to need time to process everything that had happened tonight because it had been an absolute rollercoaster of emotions. And then there was the date tomorrow. She wanted to do this properly, like Jack said. And some things were worth waiting for. Jen was sure that Jack and their connection was among those things.

That, however, didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun.

She wrapped her legs around his waist again, just like she'd done before and she could still feel him. "So, what about this exactly is keeping it PG?" she couldn't help but tease him as she lifted her hips up a little to rub against his, and laughed when Jack huffed, disguising a soft moan that escaped him. "Again, it's not my fault you're hot. I'm just a man, you can't blame me when you do... this. And stop that, you're going to make me do things I will really regret."

"Like what?" she smirked but he kissed that smirk off her lips in a quick kiss before he pulled back and she swore her breathing stopped for a moment as his eyes fixated her with an intense gaze. "Trust me, you don't wanna know."

Jen hummed, biting her lip for a moment. "Jack, one thing you should know about me - don't ever tell me I don't wanna know, because then I really wanna know."

"Didn't we want to keep it PG?" Jack narrowed his eyes at her, playfully.

"We said we'd try. And we did try. And it didn't work, clearly." she laughed and Jack rolled his eyes. "Now whose fault is that?"

Jen protested with a laugh. "That's unfair, you're the one with the -" she gestured wildly to his crotch. Jack tried to keep a stern face but failed miserably. "I'm a guy, it's pretty obvious when we're turned on. Unfortunately, we're not as lucky as you girls. It's not that visible to me."

Jen blinked up at him, teasing him even more. "Mmmhh... maybe it's not visible to you, but I can feel it."

Jack stared at her for a moment before groaning out loud and dropping his head to her shoulder as she shook with laughter. "Oh for God's sake. You're making it so difficult to be a gentleman and keep my hands to myself." Jen laughed even louder. "You can't say things like that and then expect me to keep my cool here."

"I mean, if you haven't noticed, I don't really want you to keep your cool." She rubbed her hands over his back, loving the way his whole body just turned into her and how it felt against hers.

"You're a mean one." he huffed, still hiding his face in her shoulder, presumably to try and regain his cool. "But yeah, I noticed. And unfortunately, it's working because I'm absolutely hopeless around you. A lost cause. Completely and utterly useless."

Jen couldn't help the giggle that escaped her. "Good to know I have that effect on you."

"Oh you know." Jack groaned again. "You gotta be blind not to notice. For God's sake, you might as well call me whipped. Or a simp or whatever. And I never know what you're gonna pull next." Jen laughed again, he sounded so indignant and she brushed her lips against his temple. "Gotta keep you on your toes somehow, Draper."

"Clearly." he remarked before pulling back slightly to peck her lips. She wiggled against him and laughed out loud when he pulled back, playfully glaring at her. "Alright, that's it. Enough is enough. You're really testing my willpower here."

He got up from his position, groaning like an old man as he did so and pulled her up with him, so they were both sitting on the edge of the bed again. The looked at each other silently for a moment, as if to assess if this was really it for the night or if they'd just say to hell with it and tear each other's clothes off. Jen glanced at the watch in her room and Jack's eyes followed her, widening when he realized the time.

"Holy shit, it's getting late!" he exclaimed and Jen nodded. "I know - I have to be at the tennis center at nine tomorrow." Jack nodded thoughtfully.

"Yeah, me too. I should leave." Jack reluctantly got up from her bed and turned to her. "Though I don't really want to."

Jen bit her lip, looking up at him. "I know. Me neither. But..."

"But I should. I know." Jack finished her sentence for her and pulled her into him, kissing her once before murmuring. "You still owe me your number, Langfort."

She laughed and held out her hand for his phone. "Alright, since you asked so charmingly." Jack rolled his eyes with a smile and handed her his phone so she could type in her number. When she was done she handed it back and Jack grabbed her hand in his as they walked to the door. She opened it and they both stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

"Good night, Cinderella. I'll see you tomorrow." Jack kissed her hand and Jen felt like she would swoon. She couldn't help herself and pulled him into her, leaning up and pressing her lips to his in a final goodbye kiss - at least for tonight. She could feel him smiling into the kiss as he held onto her waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck again, she really didn't want to let him go just yet. But she had to - tomorrow was going to be a busy day for her at practice, and his probably wasn't going to be any better. And then there was their date as well.

"Okay, go. Go!" she playfully pushed him off, and she laughed at his face as she pushed him towards the elevators. "And button up that coat!" Jack playfully huffed, giving her the bird which made her laugh, and made his way down the hallway as Jen leaned against the doorframe.

He was already halfway down the hallway before he turned around and took three big steps towards her to pull her in one last time to kiss her hard. He sighed into the kiss, holding her tightly to him for one last moment tonight. "Alright, alright - I'm leaving. I'm going." Jack mumbled as her laughter rang through the hallway. "Goodnight, Jen."

Jen smiled gently as he waved one last time. "Goodnight, Jack." He was nearly at the elevator when she suddenly thought of something.

"Wait - what should I wear tomorrow?"

"Just something normal, you don't have to dress up, love." Jen could have swooned whenever he called her 'love'. "That doesn't tell me anything - is it like formal, or not?"

"Just wear whatever you feel comfortable in." he called out and laughed as she huffed an indignant "Men!" and disappeared into the elevator.

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As Jack had gotten home, Paul and Ben had immediately taken him hostage and made him tell them all about what had happened this evening - but truth be told, Jack didn't even know it properly himself. He still needed time to think all of it through because the night had been a complete up and down - emotionally and physically. He needed time to process it, and he needed to plan their date because he didn't know much, but he did know that Jen deserved for him to go all out. The entire night had confused him and messed with his head and he didn't know what would come next. All he knew was that they'd confessed that they liked each other, that he'd finally gotten her number (and texted her goodnight) and that he'd secured a date with the girl who had been spooking around in his head for months now. And that, well... she was definitely wilder and naughtier than he had expected.

So that is what he told them, in that exact order. The only thing he left out was their ... dry humping session in the hotel hallway. And the amount of times they'd kissed. That was one piece of information that Jack kept as his little secret, for him and for Jen to know, and to think about for the future.

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