#if I look at them purely as a collection of songs. then maybe

[thekidsare-not-alright]

asking "what's the best fall out boy album" feels like asking what color is the best at coloring. they're all colors made for coloring different things!! one can color trees the other can paint the sky blue! I love them all so much, but I use them at different times for different things fhdsrhjaksdgh dont make me choose i really cannot

[vauxxy]

SETTLE DOWN!

luke castellan x reader

★ “for crying out loud, settle down!”

ABOUT - you hate his guts. he hates yours. but you’d by lying if you said you didn’t want to make out with him until his lips start bleeding. and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like that idea.

WARNINGS - sexual references, sexual comments, enemies to lovers, steamy makeout scenes, no explicit smut. both luke and reader are very horny and very mean sooo two red flags lol

A/N - please don’t make fun of my english/australian vocabulary. i know americans don’t use the word ‘fit’ but LET ME LIVE IN PEACE!!!let me know if you’d fancy a part 2 <3

WC - 3.7k words

it’s hard to recall when exactly your distaste towards luke castellan first developed.

maybe it started off as rude comments and shoved shoulders, or simply the act of tripping over each other's shoes, paired with a few nasty glances. either way, you hated his guts.

this sentiment was obviously returned by luke, who was eager to constantly egg you on and rile you up. maybe he found it amusing- watching the ever so calm and collected eldest daughter of the hypnos cabin going absolutely ballistic whenever luke did something slightly annoying. he loved the way her mature and gentle persona shattered as soon as he provoked her.

it was rather strange how quickly they let their masks slip, letting themselves shout foul obscenities at each other as soon as a conflict arose between the two of them. it was like being near each other was the primary catalyst for their arguments and squabbles- not the actual contents of the disagreement itself, but the players involved.

curiously, luke’s terrible attitude was never extended to anyone other than you. around everyone else at camp half-blood, luke was the perfect gentleman. warm and welcoming to anyone who happened to walk past him, a great swordsman, well-kept, respectful and polite, the list goes on. he was perfect. but as soon as his eyes met yours, his entire body shifted. he became something colder, something ravenous- something hungry. he was out for blood, he just didn’t understand why.

you were slumped over a picnic table near the cabins, tiredly observing all handful of half-blood kids from various cabins making friendship bracelets.

it was dark out, the moon and the embers of the nearby fire acting as the sole providers of light for the camp that night.

truthfully, you didn’t want to be there. you would rather be in bed, coddled up between your sheets for hours before heading down to the infirmary to help out the younger kids with their sleeping troubles. maybe afterwards you could go down to the theatre and join in on a few songs with the apollo kids, or even practice sparring with clarisse.

whatever it was, you didn’t want to be there. not with luke castellan’s eyes studying your every move. you didn’t need to lift your head to know he was looking at you- you could feel it. the arrogance was radiating off him and you could smell his pride from across the picnic table. your nose easily picked up on notes of wet grass, a neutral deodorant, pure spite, and vanilla candles.

after what seemed like an eternity, you eventually shot your head up to meet luke’s unwavering gaze.

“someone’s sleepy.” he smirked, his voice calm and cold. he looked satisfied; content with watching you slowly rise in anger as he began to coddle you and patronise your every move.

you ran a hand through your hair, fixing the messy state it was in after laying down for so long. “i’m not sleepy, just bored.” you retorted, letting your hands hold up your head as you stared deeply into his eyes, not breaking eye contact.

luke played along, refusing to blink as he picked up on the competitive gesture. “bored, huh?” he mused, shooting you a cocky grin as he leaned forward over the table. “you’re never satisfied, are you, princess?”

you rolled your eyes, letting your pupils meet the back of your head as you stifled a groan. you slowly covered one side of your face in your hand, hiding your pink cheeks as a result of his use of the nickname ‘princess’.

“don’t you have a loser convention to get to?” you asked, referring to the cabin councillors meeting that he was supposed to be at.

luke shrugged, looking to his side as he watched a young demeter boy making a bracelet. “got cancelled. now i get to look at your pretty little face for an hour straight.”

“i’m going to bed.” you grumbled, standing up from the picnic table, an unfinished friendship bracelet left discarded. you walked away, hearing little to no protests from the rest of the table.

luke’s eyes met the bracelet you left behind, studying it for a moment. the colours were cute and the beads were placed strategically along the string, creating an interesting and visually pleasing combination of textures and shapes. luke’s hand wandered over to the bracelet, quickly snatching it before securely tying it and stuffing it in his pocket.

luke wasn’t sure why he stole the bracelet. maybe he thought he could taunt you with it, or maybe he could just wear it for shits and gigs. it was a pretty bracelet- why wouldn’t he want to wear it?

a week passed by, and it was time for capture the flag.

luke had consistently come out of the games a champion, securing his place as the best swordsman at camp half-blood whenever possible.

you were tired of it. you promised yourself that when the opportunity arose, you would beat him to it. you would earn the praise he revived so effortlessly.

your determination to win capture the flag was also partially encouraged by the events of the previous tuesday.

you, luke, and a few other older demi-gods were forced to monitor the younger campers on a trip to the nearby lake. simple, right? wrong.

things went south fast when luke ‘accidentally’ nudged your shoulder a bit too hard, forcing you to fall into the lake. luckily, you were a strong enough swimmer and were able to get back on land safely.

“sorry about that, y/n. maybe next time you should keep out of the way?” he leaned in close, whispering in your ear.

luke smirked lightly as his dry hand rubbed the soaking wet and now transparent fabric covering your shoulder. his lips softly grazed your neck as you released yourself from his grip, shooting him a dirty look.

“you should watch your step, castellan. things like this happen to anyone.”

luke scoffed, looking you up and down as he took in the sight of your shivering body. “do they now?” he asked, his head turning to follow your figure as you walked past him.

as you walked away, luke couldn’t help but study your body as it became revealed by the fabric of the camp t-shirt sticking to your skin. how could he not admire the way he could see the vague outline of a lacy black bra underneath your top? or the way your wet hair was framing your angry little face? how you stared him down as your friend offered you a towel.

if you weren’t so acutely aware of how your figure was on full display, you would’ve pushed him in as well- but you were way too infuriated to even get close to him at this point… as well as the fact you didn’t think you could handle the idea of him taking off your shirt in front of you, all wet as his hair let water droplets roll down his torso.

maybe you could handle hitting him with a baseball bat a few times, but the idea of his face all beaten and bloodied was strangely appetising as well.

in all fairness, luke’s actions were not unprovoked. it’s not like you didn’t also tease him and fuck around with his temper.

for example, the very day before the incident at the lake, you had used your abilities as a daughter of hypnos to put him to sleep… for 19 hours, causing him to miss out on camp activities and lose hours of valuable training time.

you felt pure bliss watching him as he stepped out of the hermes cabin, confused and disoriented as hoards of campers instantly surrounded him.

“are you okay luke?”

“i heard you were in a coma!”

“we thought you were a goner,”

luke blocked out the concerned comments of his peers as soon as he caught you gazing over at him from the deck of the hypnos cabin.

with that ‘i got you good’ smirk plastered across your face, luke knew he had to get you back. getting to see your semi-exposed and cold, shuddering body in the process of doing so was only a bonus.

he felt a high from getting to see what he caused. what he did to you. it made him hungry for more. how else could he anger you? get you to show him more? how could you return the favour? would you? he didn’t know if you realised the effect you had on him- but he was going to do anything in his power for you to feel it too.

but those incidents were nothing compared to what was about to go down.

2 hours into capture the flag, and you had managed to fool and scare off enough members of the blue team, causing many individual members to go off track. those hours practising sword fighting with clarisse were definitely worth it.

you leaned against a nearby tree, closing your eyes for a moment as you fiddled with your sword. lost in thought, you heard something coming. more specifically, someone. you didn’t even have to open your eyes to know who it was.

“oh, hey castellan. isn’t it past your bedtime?” you asked, rubbing your eyes open as you lazily swung your sword back and forth.

luke scoffed, taking a step towards you. “i think i like you better when you’re drenched in lake water.” he smirked, looking into your eyes without breaking contact. he couldn’t look away. it wasn’t even because he wanted to intimidate you; he simply couldn’t stand to have you exit his field of vision. not right now, at least.

you look a step backwards, getting into position as you use your shield to protect yourself. “are you gonna try to maim me or what?”

luke took another step forward, mirroring your stance as he took the defensive. “and hurt your pretty little body? i’d rather die.”

you turned red, your mouth agape as you processed what he had said. “excuse me?” you spat, your voice breathy as your eyes widened.

“you heard me,” he smiled innocently, deceiving you before beginning to attack. you blocked every move, pacing around the area as you swung your sword at him. “you’re such a fucking prick!” you grumbled, trying to catch your breath as you struggled to mark him with your blade.

“language, princess.” he scolded, still smiling at you as he continued his attempts at disarming you.

that was the moment when you realised something.

you can play dirty.

not with your sleep-themed party tricks or your weak little fists, but with the power of unpredictability. the element of surprise.

you let him get closer to you, pretending to settle down before him. luke chuckled at the sight of your loosened grip on your shield and increasingly tired eyes, noticing the way your footsteps shuffled backwards and forwards.

“someone’s getting tired-“ his cocky sentiment was quickly cut off by the feeling of your hands tightly gripping his arm- his shock only furthering as your teeth dug into the soft skin on his wrist.

he instantly dropped his shield, his sword still held firmly in his other hand. you quickly released him from your bite, taking a step forwards as you put your weight on his shield. “ow- what the fuck?!” he stammered, looking up at you with red cheeks and a bleeding hand.

you were stumped. you hadn’t thought further than getting rid of his shield. “i didn’t mean to break skin to be honest. sorry.” you shrugged, picking up his shield and throwing it far away while he was still frozen in shock.

luke continued looking at you, silent as he became overwhelmed by the feeling of a ruthless war finally coming to an end within his mind.

obviously, he found you attractive. you were a pretty girl. sure, a lot of girls at camp half-blood were pretty. but for some odd reason, he thought you were much prettier. the type of pretty girl that deserved to be called cute nicknames every day and covered in gentle kisses every night. he wanted to kiss you softly, hold you tightly, say you looked gorgeous, make you tacky beaded bracelets that were the same colour as your eyes. he wanted to make you feel loved.

but he also thought you were a brat. always teasing him and only him. driving him insane with targeted comments and insults. purposefully making him look stupid in front of the younger campers and even patronising him for it. luke wanted to put you in your place. he wanted nothing more than to push you onto his bed in the dead of night, marking you as his. he yearned to hear your strained voice whimpering his name as he towered over you. he wanted to exchange knowing glances and pretend nothing had changed, despite the images of your hands gripping his bedsheets as you let out stifled moans etched into his mind.

luke often wondered how the two could overlap. how the fuck could these two perceptions of this one girl coexist? but luke didn’t wonder how it was possible to think about anymore, he didn’t care about that. now, he wondered if it was possible to act on both of his separate desires for her. he wondered if she even wanted him as much as he wanted her- if she wanted him at all.

“hey, i said i was sorry for making you bleed!” you called out, snapping him out of it.

“stop sulking! what, do you want me to kiss it better or something?”

luke blinked for the first time in what felt like centuries, shrugging as he let a sly smile creepy onto his face. “oh, im not sulking.” he insisted as he stepped closer towards the shorter girl.

he extended his wrist out towards you, a deep and bleeding bite mark engraved into the skin. “you gonna kiss it better, or…?”

you turned red, shaking your head. “i was just joking, castellan.” you murmured coldly, trying to avoid his gaze.

he kept his hand extended towards you, temping you to just take it and kiss it to get him to leave. “fucking loser…” you grumbled, holding his hand in yours as you gave his wrist a soft kiss.

“there, better?” you scoffed before luke’s hands began to tightly grip your wrist, spinning you gently onto your back as he pushed you to the ground, hovering over you. luckily, you still had your sword in your hand. you quickly moved it in front of you, holding the blade close to his neck.

“be careful, princess” he cooed, his sword digging into the dirt ground, standing upright in is position as the skin of your right thigh pressed against the blade. his hands gripped your shoulder and waist, keeping you bound to the floor as you began to squirm under his grip. “ugh, are you kidding me?!” you huffed, your face red from the feeling of intimacy between the two of you arising.

luke was basking in it, relishing the moment as he became almost addicted to the feeling of your skin against his. he let out a hitched breath, his eyes trailing down her frame as he finally realised just how close they were. the vulnerable yet stubborn look in her eyes set off a switch in him. you watched him curiously as he suddenly became a flustered mess, quickly scrambling off of you and standing up.

you lifted your back off the ground, using your hands to rid yourself of the dirt that had accumulated on your shirt.

“are you gonna explain whatever the fuck just happened, luke?” you asked, calling out to him from your spot on the ground.

he rolled his eyes, turning around to face you. “shit, y/n- are you fucking stupid?” he questioned, his voice reeking of irritation and frustration. you furrowed your brows, standing up as you approached him, sword and shield in hand. “oh, alright. forgive me for wondering why the dickhead who threw me into a lake a few days ago was pinning me to the ground in the middle of capture the flag for no reason?” i explained, seething as i pushed him back by the shoulders.

“what the fuck is your problem?” you asked again, letting yourself back him up against a nearby tree.

the game didn’t matter to you anymore. what mattered was getting to the bottom of why this prick was fucking around with you. sure, you liked how it felt being pushed against the ground. you liked the feeling of his blade pressing against your thigh. but you liked the boy more than his actions. you hated yourself for it, of course. this was the dude who’s been teasing you about and pushing you around for 3 summers straight- so why the fuck did you think he was the fittest guy you had ever laid your eyes on?

why did you want him to run his hands through your hair? suck on your neck till it went purple? why on earth did you spend countless nights dreaming about him holding you close as he slept next to you?

you were the eldest hypnos daughter at camp half-blood. you could’ve changed your dream easily; came up with literally any other fantasy at the drop of a hat- but you didn’t. you let it continue. because as much as you hated to admit it, you liked him. you wanted him bad. every last inch of him.

luke let your words echo through his mind for a bit. ‘what is my problem?’ he thought, his expression blank as he stared at you. “i don’t know, y/n! maybe my problem is you?” he said, his voice strained, yet still snarky and somewhat dramatic.

you rolled your eyes again, stepping forward. you kept your hands on his shoulders, pressing him further against the tree he was pinned against. “i’m your problem?!” you asked angrily, holding your sword against his neck once more.

“yes! you make me feel fucking weak.” luke confessed, gripping your wrist tightly as he pushed your hand away in order to create some space between his neck and the sword. “i can’t control myself around you.” he exclaimed, pushing his hand against yours as you retracted the blade from his neck.

“you bring out the worst in me, and i hate you for that.” you arched your brows, leaning forward. “that sounds like a you problem.” you quipped, defeatedly pushing the top of the blade of your sword into the ground as you let your newly free hand grip his chin- forcing him to look down at you.

luke’s hand wandered over to your face, his thumb softly grazing your bottom lip as you tilted his chin downwards, letting him look you in the eyes.

“don’t act like you don’t get exactly what i mean, princess.” he cooed, his voice low as his fingers traced over your lips and cheekbones, his other hand gently caressing your jawline as his fingertips wrapped around your neck.

you grumbled, standing on your toes to reach his height. “you’re a prick.” you scoffed, your eyes fluttering closed as you eagerly kissed him on the lips, his cheeks turning red as he mirrored your movements. he let his hands run through you hair, his other hand resting on your waist as he turned you around- pushing you against the tree now.

his hands ravenously scattered across your delicate frame, trying to feel every curve and dent on your face, back and waist. you pressed your body against his as his hands travelled across your form, closing any and all distance between the two.

after a few straight minutes of violently making out, you pulled away for air, staring into his eyes as your lower lip trembled in shock. you both tried to steady your breathing, lost in each other's eyes as your heartbeats returned back to normal.

“i’ll kiss you again if you turn around and let us win.” you said quickly, the offer seemingly the first thing you could think to say.

luke stayed quiet for a moment, before bursting out into hesitant laughter. “i mean, that’s a pretty good offer…” he said softly, letting his fingers trace your facial features as he studied the colour of your eyes.

“sure.” he said, a little smile on his face as you both leaned in again, the kiss a lot more passionate this time around. you held a clump of his hair in your hand, lightly pulling on on it as luke’s fingers jumped between gripping your neck and shoulders- the other hand running up and down your waist and hips.

you felt his knee hit the bark of the tree, slightly bent as it lightly pressed against the inside of your thigh. that’s when your hands began to grip the back of his shirt, your lips gliding down to the side of his neck. quiet moans escaped luke’s lips, only encouraging you to keep going. he moved his hand downwards, tracing circles into your hips as he moved his other arm hand upwards, cupping the space on the side of your breast with his thumb, lightly rubbing your ribcage.

the moment was only increasing in intensity- before luke was cut off my the sounds of someone calling his name. he quickly pulled away, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips before stepping back.

“right, time to hold up my end of the deal.” he chirped up, leaving one more needy kiss on your forehead.

“oh, by the way-“ he paused, before quickly pulling the bracelet you made the week before out of his pocket. “did you want this back, princess? or can i have it?” he asked cheerfully, his voice low as he looked over you.

“keep it.” you said hastily, your cheeks a vibrant shade of red. luke nodded, giving you one final kiss on the lips as he put the bracelet on the same wrist you had bitten earlier. he gave you a subtle wink and a smile, before jogging away- leaving you frozen in place.

you could hear him talking to his friend from a distance, noting on how he lied to effortlessly- saving your arse over a few kisses.

needless to say, the red team won capture the flag. but luke couldn’t bring himself to care about losing. how could he care about anything other than y/n and her hands and her smile and her eyes? her witty comments and remarks? the way she tilted her head up to look up at him? the way his face fits perfectly in her palm? how could he care about anything else ever again?

[bohnerrific69]

── .✧ naked (drabble/headcanon)

pairing: peter maximoff x fem!reader

words count: 1.0k | warnings and tags: suggestive themes (there's no smut btw), voyeurism, genitalia/body (peter) descriptions. english is not my first language (im still learning by self-thaught!)

⟣ masterlist | author's note: unbeliavable that the first thing of that i write AND post here it's just some quick silly headcannon/thoughts off peter horny behavior. 🫠 right now i have too many wips on the queue to finish, so maybe in the future i rewrite this as a oneshot properly! (enter my taglist here)

Peter is the kind of guy who, when reaching the peak of his independence having his own house, and when the summer arrives with its dreadful heat waves, would simply take off his clothes and walk around the house naked. Well, at first he got a little apprehensive of doing that, staying on his nice boxers for a few days - only two - till finally letting his body free as mother nature blessed.

Until a while later, a moving truck showed up at the neighbor's empty house and he saw a beautiful and hot girl, you, moving there. He even greeted and welcomed you to the neighborhood. At first he was unsure to talk to you all of sudden, but then it's not like he hadn’t started bumping into you on the street almost every week chatting with you and discovering how easy was to made you laugh at even the silliest things making every encounter more enchanting than the last one. I’m sure these quick encounters were pure coincidence... Unknowingly, getting Peter attracted into you even more than he thought.

But on another hot summer day, walking around the house naked, he came across something unexpected, he saw you through his open window… Well, that wasn't the surprise, you were his neighbor, it was quite common to sometimes see you by the window. The unexpected factor was... that you were looking exactly like him, perfectly naked just like mama gave you life. You was stand up distracted with some magazine in one hand and a lollipop in your mouth while listening to a song and moving your hips sensually following the beat.

And on rare occasions, this being obviously one of them, Peter stopped moving, stooding freezed there without moving a muscle with wide eyes and mouth dropped open, his face turning pink as fast as it could, stunned by the vision of that gentle girl with such an innocent smile and shy attitude when was nears him, to be honest seeing you like that baffled his brain, a thought of you being in that situation not even pass near horny Peter's mind, but certainly turned everything on him on fire.

Okay, it was her house and she lived alone, but with the window open?... Y-yeah, Peter wasn't the best person to talk about this topic now.

Everything in his mind and body was acting so fast, his heartbeat? Oh gosh if someone could hear, it would probably sound ticking so fast like a bomb ready to explode... But nothing made him move until you stopped looking at the magazine in your hands and saw him by the window too, the windows being at the same height and directed front to one another.

Your reaction was almost the same as him, freezing still while your brain tried to collect the informations of his pretty toned body that his lucky mutant genes (and too much X-Men training) blessed him. The jacked abs with pretty biceps too, the divine slutty waist highlighting his v line, the happy trail with silver pubes and-

Oh. Oh good lord... He was fucking turned on.

His dick was awaken and glued on his abdomen just by seeing you. Aforehand you could get on with your analysis, you notice his cock twitch slightly making you return to reality and your conscious remembering your situation right now. But before this could make you react, Peter got free of his trance milliseconds earlier than you, in the blink of an eye he was no longer there, his powers made him simply evaporate from there.

In the panic you just screamed and runned out of camp of vision from the window, dropping your magazine in hands and stumbling on some other ones scattered on the floor, making you fallen ridiculously on your bed, quickly getting into a fetal position and covering your face with the hands like that would help you protect yourself from the embarrassment, of course that not works and you just feels all your body be engulfed by a heavy shame and feeling your cheeks burns, you get one of your pillows and just screams and curses into into it.

After freaking out, you wanted to check out if he was still there, so still feeling the rush of adrenaline now with your legs trembling by the scare that you just got, you get out off the bed and crawled on the floor till were below the window and sitting on your own heels and pulled the curtains close. You sighed nervously, getting on your knees and hiding behind the curtains, you opened a crack into it so you could spy with one of your eyes if he was still there, and… Nothing.

His window still was open but there was no one on the room, you got away from the curtains and sit on the floor with the back against the wall looking at any point of your room, feeling a million thoughts running in your mind nonstop like “What the fuck just happened?”

While focusing on your breath, feeling your heart pounding on your chest, reasoning that despite the embarrassment that… You kinda of like it?... Liked that your cute neighbor that you find smokin’ hot attractive, but never had the courage to say anything, saw you like this and was being so affected by it, being fucking turned on, with his big brown eyes and pink flustered face looking at you so shocked but... admired? Quite hard to know, it was everything so quickly, but you hoped that it was, his dick was sending an obvious message.

Now focusing on what matters… Good god what was that perfect body?! If you could pull him, you sure that would be the luckiest woman alive.

Being weirdly satisfied you laid on the floor, covering your mouth with one of your hands and coming down from your high, starting giggling like an idiot and kicking your feets on the air so embarrassed by the situation but thinking how funny the life is and experiences are not individuals, like as walking naked in your own house because the weather was hot and run into with your hot neighbor by the window doing the same thing.

Well, let's not think for now off by the fact that he lived at the house by your side. And probably tomorrow you would have to say good morning to him.

— as it is my first "fanfic" thing that i write and post here, just tagging some mutuals to boost the post. sorry if i'm bothering! 🤎🦋

@lemoniiiiiii @fear-is-truth @jazz-berry @marchsfreakshow @silverzoomies @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @acrosstheunivcrse @tiffysdeath @wcnderlnds @evvyyypeters-fics @evanpeterswifeyyy @evanpetersbf @frankenkyle19 @taintandviolent @enchanting-evan

[sanarsi]

Pink Braids

no-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel decided to take his daughter on vacation for a few days. The sea and the beach were the perfect destination for a short break. Joel could never resist Sarah's charms. The stand selling colorful braids was no exception. Warnings: NONE it’s pure and sweet like Joel’s love for his daughter <3 Wordcount: 3,2k An: I wrote this to satisfy my need so don’t judge me pls :c Joel and Sarah deserve at least some happy and calmly times, so this is it! I hope this satisfies your appreciative heart at least a little xx Music I worked with: Falling for Ya - Grace Phipps (Teen Beach Movie)

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Like every year, it's time for a short family vacation. Sarah decided that this time she wanted to go to the seaside to collect seashells and make a necklace out of them. And who was Joel to deny her anything? His princess wanted seashells and sand? His princess got shells and sand.

The sun was pleasantly warm on his skin for the second day in a row as he lay on the blanket without moving even an inch. There was a blissful smile on his lips because he could finally rest.

Sarah sat nearby, digging in the sand to bury Joel's other leg. He didn't complain. At least his feet were cool.

There was muffled music, conversations and laughter all around, but Joel only heard Sarah. Her delicate voice sang the same song from some children's musical over and over again. He wouldn't complain if she changed the album because he already knew that damn song by heart. Worse still, he has to listen to it every time they drive. For a few hours at least. But what can he do when he sees her big smile while singing her favorite song? Start singing with her, of course.

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Joel looked up and raised an eyebrow as he watched Sarah continue to bury his leg. He sighed quietly and then groaned heavily as he rose to a sitting position. Sarah raised an eyebrow and looked at him with amusement.

"You moan like you're sixty," she pointed out.

"I have it mentally," he replied, rubbing his eyes under his glasses and stretched, looking around the beach full of people. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and knew that they should get going. It was soon lunchtime and he had to admit that his stomach was growling. "What do you want to eat?"

Sarah fell silent for a moment, wondering what she wanted. In the meantime, she handed Joel a plastic shovel so he could dig out his legs. She smiled broadly and leaned towards the sand to catch her father's attention.

“Can we have waffles, please?” she asked, grinning widely, hoping this would bribe him. Damn, she was right.

“Sure,” he nodded.

“With whipped cream and strawberries?” she asked hopefully, but she already knew that Joel would agree to anything.

“With whipped cream and strawberries,” he nodded again.

Sarah got up from the sand, full of energy, and started packing all her things into her bag. Joel had only just managed to dig out both legs and she was already standing ready to leave the beach. How happy he was to have such a resourceful daughter.

He took his shirt from her and put it on. He took the bag from her and slowly followed her lead. And it definitely wasn't his fault that Sarah managed to get out of the beach and come to him again while he was dragging along like a snail.

“Give me a break. I'm forty years old," he groaned miserably as Sarah literally ran around him.

"Forty, not sixty," she noted, jumping on the sand and waiting for her feet to sink in. “Maybe you should do yoga?” she suggested, and Joel snorted under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Better watch your steps," he said and put his leg under her, causing her to stumble. Joel started laughing to himself as Sarah looked at him in disbelief.

"What the… Dad?!" she shouted after him and punched his shoulder, starting to laugh.

A dozen or so minutes later, they were both walking, eating waffles. The beach was always full of souvenir and food stands, so Sarah had something to do. Of course, Joel followed her like a shadow and commented on everything she showed him.

She ended up with a new bracelet on her wrist and a colorful magnet for the fridge.

"You think they made it out of real sand?" she asked, examining the sand-like structure. Joel glanced down at her purchase.

“It looks fake,” he commented and finished eating his waffle.

“I knew it,” she muttered confidently under her breath.

They walked calmly, watching the sea from nearby. Joel watched everything that was happening on the beach, but Sarah didn't have this pleasure because her view was blocked by colorful flower bushes. Suddenly he felt a tug on his hand, which made him stop and turn towards his daughter, who was looking enchanted at the stand where they were making colorful braids from artificial hair. Joel knew immediately what this meant, but he had a vestige of hope in him that died the moment he locked eyes with Sarah. Her eyes sparkled as if she had seen at least a unicorn.

"Dad..." she began calmly, to which Joel only groaned pitifully.

"You'll finish off your old man someday," he said, rubbing his face with his hand, and Sarah immediately started jumping in place with excitement with a wide smile. And that was enough to make him smile too.

He didn't resist when his daughter started pulling him towards the stand like a racehorse. A young girl who was browsing something on her phone when they approached her stand.

You looked at them belatedly. A wide smile spread across your face as you looked from Joel to Sarah.

“Hi, good morning, how can I help you?” you asked, putting your phone away and getting up from your chair, ready to work.

"My daughter wanted..." he started to say, but Sarah immediately interrupted him.

“I wanted some braids,” she said excitedly. You looked amused at Joel, who just shrugged, giving his daughter the right to decide.

“Okay, then, my name is y/n and I will do whatever you want on your head. How does it sound?" you turned to Sarah with a friendly smile. The girl smiled broadly.

“Sounds great” she nodded “I am Sarah” she introduced herself and shook hands with you.

Joel's eyes fell on you the moment he heard your name. He swallowed hard at the strange hit of nostalgia that rose in his chest.

That was Sarah's mother's name.

“Okay, so choose the colors you like,” you started to show her a wall with dozens of colors of colorful strands of artificial hair. Sarah stood and smiled, enjoying the neon colors. The longer she tried to choose, the more her smile began to fade. Joel stood with his arms crossed, watching his daughter.

“Dad, I don't know which one to choose,” she said, turning towards him worriedly. Your eyes also fell on the girl's father and you smiled warmly at him.

“Should I choose for you?” he raised his eyebrows, letting her know that this would end badly.

“Maybe I can help,” you suggested, immediately seeing the relief on the man's face. You crouched down next to Sarah and her attention was focused only on you. "What is your favorite color, Sarah?"

"Pink," her smile immediately returned as she shrugged casually. You laughed to yourself because her answer was predictable. Joel also snorted quietly under his breath. You glanced at the man out of the corner of your eye and your eyes met for a moment.

“What color do you think goes best with pink?”

“Blue,” she replied, proud of herself.

“Okay, we've got two. We need one more color” you showed her three on your fingers. “Now you need to focus” Your words caught her attention even more and Joel shook his head in amusement. "What color is most in your closet?" you asked, looking at her carefully and Sarah began to think hard. You saw the gears in her brain working at full speed.

The silence began to drag on so Joel came out to help. “Purple,” he said, catching your attention. Sarah immediately brightened and nodded at her father's words. You smiled warmly at Joel and nodded.

“Then I have five suggestions for you,” you turned to the girl again. You stood up and started pulling off a few strands of hair and presented them to Sarah. She began to carefully look at all the colors you had chosen. “And? Which ones do you like?”

Sarah looked up at you with a smile. “All of them,” she replied and turned back to looking at the neon colors in your hands. You looked up at Joel, who understood your silent question and nodded in agreement.

“Okay, then sit on the chair and look at the sample photos of updos,” you pointed to the board with photos of different hairstyles. Sarah obediently followed your orders. Joel started to accompany her in choosing her hairstyle while you started preparing the equipment.

“Can I have this one?” she asked.

"No," came the answer. You smiled to yourself as you listened to their conversation.

“And this one?”

“No”

Groan of anger. A moment of silence.

"This?" she asked with less confidence, fearing that her father would not agree to her next choice. a moment of silence.

“Let it be,” he agreed, so now you could spring into action. You walked up to them with a smile and a few pins attached to your small apron.

“And what is the final choice, princess?” you asked, so Sarah immediately pointed to one of the photos on the board. “Great choice,” you said confidently to convince the girl that her dad made the right decision.

It worked.

You winked at Joel and he smiled at you gratefully. You started combing the girl's hair, so Joel sat on the wall right next to her so he could watch everything. And so began an adventure that lasted several hours.

You slowly finished braiding the first braid, listening to the girl's story with a wide smile. "And then I told her she was an idiot because Carly and Freddie didn't fit together," she said, moved.

You glanced at her father, who just nodded resignedly, listening to his daughter's story. "Who's the idiot?" he said, on the verge of a breakdown, and Sarah gave him a deadly look.

“Dad, did you even listen to what I said?” she asked suspiciously, and confusion appeared on her father's face.

“Bethany,” you said, deciding to save him from his predicament.

"Exactly. Bethany,” she murmured in agreement. Joel gave you a grateful look and continued to watch your work. It was impossible not to notice his curiosity.

“Shall I show you how it's done, sir?” you asked encouragingly, tying the first braid. Joel was silent for a moment, hesitant to agree. But he finally got up from his seat and walked closer to you, standing next to you.

“I'd appreciate it,” he nodded with a sheepish smile. “And… just Joel, please” he added and you smiled back. It was nice.

“Okay, Joel… Have you ever braided hair before?” you asked, preparing another color of artificial hair. He shook his head in denial, so you gave him a reassuring smile. "Then we'll start with the basics."

For the next half hour, you explained to him every move you made while braiding the two braids. He asked detailed questions every now and then and seemed genuinely interested. It touched your heart more than it should have. But you couldn't help but feel strange emotions stirred in you by the sight of a single father who loved his child.

“Would you like to try?” you asked when you finished tying braid. Joel looked at you uncertainly. “If you make a mistake, I will help you,” you assured him, wanting to give him some comfort. This finally convinced him.

Satisfied, you started another braid and gave it halfway to him. His movements were uncertain as he moved strands of hair between his fingers. You watched him closely, trying to steer him in the right direction, but he was extremely deaf to your words.

“No, Joel, wait-” you cut him off and it wasn't until you placed your hands on his that he noticed you.

He sighed under his breath, furious at his poor skills. "I guess my fingers are too big for this," he remarked.

“Your fingers are perfectly fine,” you laughed under your breath and gently wrapped your fingers around his. “You have to do it more gently,” you said and started controlling his hands like a puppet. Joel watched as everything suddenly started to look perfect. Your hands were gentle and tender unlike his. His thoughts began to enter dangerous territory, causing him to clear his throat nervously, afraid that you could somehow read minds.

“There you go,” you said with a wide smile, finishing another braid with his hands.

Joel looked at his work and had to admit it didn't look bad. He nodded in approval and looked your way. His eyes immediately fell on your hand, which contained more strands of hair.

“Now you do it all yourself,” you encouraged him with a smile.

And that's how Joel got the braid on one side and you on the other.

Perfect cooperation.

You looked at him every now and then with a smile, observing how focused he was on what he was doing. You couldn't help but think how sweet he was.

You stared at him shamelessly until his eyes met yours. You felt your cheeks heat up as you focused on your work again. A smile appeared on John's lips, and he had to admit that it felt... good. For so many years he focused only on work and his daughter that he forgot what it was like to have contact with a woman. It was such an exotic experience.

A moment later, you were fixing the final details in Sarah's hairstyle. Joel stood watching her with a warm smile.

"You look beautiful," he said, making her blush. You smiled to yourself as you arranged her curls.

“Your dad is right. You look like the most beautiful flower in the meadow,” you said, crouching in front of her. She smiled still embarrassed. You glanced at her father. "A daughter like that is a treasure."

Joel smiled, looking at his little princess. "Yeah, I tell myself that every time I find an eggshell in my scrambled eggs," he joked, raising an eyebrow. You and Sarah burst out laughing.

You exchanged a few more words with the girl and then stood up.

“Can I take a picture of her?” you asked Joel. He was confused for a moment and only then did he understand what you meant.

“Yeah, sure,” he nodded, giving you the green light. You took your phone out of your pocket and quickly took a few photos of her hairstyle. You were delighted with your work because the little one looked like a blooming flower with pink habesha braids. You let her look at herself in the mirror and in the meantime you added up all the expenses. You wrote everything down on a piece of paper so as not to make any mistakes while you glanced at the delighted child.

However, Joel blocked your view. You looked up, locking eyes with him.

"How much did this little star cost?" he asked, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. You blinked a few times and looked at the piece of paper with the calculations.

“Sixty dollars” you read and glanced at the bill he was already holding out towards you. You took the money and reached into your pocket to give him the change, but you froze when his hand grabbed your wrist. You looked at his warm smile and your throat went dry for a moment.

“The rest is for you,” he said, letting go of your wrist. You opened your mouth to deny it because a forty dollar tip was way too much for your job.

“I can't…” you managed to say, but he silenced you with a shake of his head.

“Consider it a bonus for teaching the old man how to braid that devil's hair,” he said with amusement and your eyes immediately fell on his daughter who was still looking in the mirror.

“You could have learned that from a YouTube video,” you pointed out, looking back at him. “For free,” you added, raising your eyebrows.

Joel just smiled wider and shrugged. “And yet you taught me that.”

You looked at him for a moment, looking for any sign of doubt, but eventually you gave up. you snorted under your breath, shaking your head in disbelief and pocketed the money.

“Well, thank you…” you started to say but stopped when you saw the piece of paper he was holding out towards you. Hesitantly, you took a thick piece of paper and looked at the series of printed numbers.

“In case you need someone to build you a house… or something…” he explained with a grimace and scratched the back of his neck in stress. You stared at the business card with his phone number and your heart sped up several times. He actually gave you his number with the stupidest excuse you've ever heard.

You smiled widely and looked up at him. He was stressed and it was visible to the naked eye. You laughed softly, still in shock.

“The 'or something' option seems more likely to me,” you wrinkled your nose with a smug grimace. Joel's smile immediately grew bigger. He snorted under his breath and nodded at your words, feeling a stone fall from his chest.

He was stressed like a teenager. It was so stupid and yet so exciting.

“Yeah, okay…” he nodded, swallowing hard.

Sarah ran over to you two and snuggled into her dad's side. You both looked at her and each of you knew that everyone had left happy with the whole situation. Sarah saw it in her father's eyes. In the way he breathed so easily.

“Thank you, ma'am, I love the colors and the hairstyle,” the girl said. You smiled warmly at her.

“It's me to thank you. It was nice to meet you."

With that, Sarah shook your hand. “I hope we see each other again someday,” she said, making your and Joel's eyes meet for a moment.

“I don't doubt it,” you winked at her and she laughed and snuggled into her father's side again.

“It was nice for me too,” he added, squeezing your hand and kissing the back of it. You stared at it as if enchanted because it wasn't an everyday sight. His stubble irritated your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You forced a sweet smile in response, not trusting yourself enough to speak up. Sarah gave you one last wave before she and her father disappeared into the crowd of other people.

Only then did your eyes fall back on the small business card in your hand. You read the row of numbers again, feeling your heart beat hard in your chest. You bit your lip as your smile widened. What a day…

[itstheghostofmypast]

His Little Cowboy

(College AU) Choi San x (f)Reader

Summary: It turns out that beards aren't as bad as misinterpreting a text, especially when you want to introduce your lover to your friends. Or maybe don't plan on doing that in a themed college party?

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Word Count: 2.8K

Est. Read Time: 15 min

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Rating: PG-17

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @san-network

Linked With: 22.59

A/N: Shout out to @yessa-vie straight up digging up the cowboy pics for me. The number of times I listened to this song- @edenesth , is to be blamed.

Moving past the sweaty bodies she groaned, inwardly grimacing at the stench of alcohol, cheap perfume and oh god please don't let that be puke. This is not how she wanted to spend her weekend, but ever since that dinner where the two had confessed to each other, San had been persistent about them making a public appearance together, slight problem though- he was popular, Mr. Charming, Mr. Optimism, Mr- WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!?

With a scoff she jumped over some knocked-out dude, really leave it to Choi San to call her to a party and then not answer his phone- even so, he had wanted her to meet his friends, a very...very intimidating group of loud, popular, good looking guys, truth be told most of them already were in a relationship, which would explain why San was more persistent in giving them an official label, not that she would mind that, she loved him unconditionally, a feeling that had blossomed ever so slowly but hit her like a truck once it began to flow over, which is why...she had agreed to this stupid idea...which is why she had agreed to this...to coming here...to wearing such an outfit. 

Standing on her toes she tried to spot her lover, who was supposed to be dressed as a cowboy in black; leave it to college parties to have the weirdest theme- it wasn't even Wild West, well, it was, but they called it 'Outlaw themed'. The theme itself was off-putting due to several historical events but who was she to say no when he had asked her so politely, so quietly, with his face buried in the crook of her neck in the late hours of the night as her fingers played with his short locks, humming when he mumbled against her skin, squeezing her closer as he asked her to attend this party with him, he'd even tell her what to wear, which was odd for when she had read the text the next morning really did confuse her, but agreed anyway- God her face was so itchy- OH SAN!

"SAN!" She called out, smiling when he turned around, eyes scanning the sea of bodies for her. Waving her arm in the air she walked closer to the man in the black cowboy hat, though his eyes never landed on her, instead, he was still looking around. With a huff she squeezed past a couple and almost tripped, only to collide with his chest- bare chest? Her eyes widened at the man, hands instinctively gripping onto the attire- a cropped leather waistcoat? Staring up at him she licked her chapped lips, tugging on the coat gently as he frowned down at her, why did he look...confused? Was he...upset she actually showed up? To be honest, she didn't have time to divulge her insecurities because the vest was distracting, the tussles were caressing her face and the bandana just made her Sannie look like-

"You lost there, buddy?"

Buddy?

"We thought you were dating someone? What are you collecting little boys for- oh wait the beard means you're a big boy right, partner?" Her head whipped in the direction of the voice, is that Wooyoung? Wait, little boy...my god.

"Sannie! It's me!" She squeaked cupping his face as he stiffened, before she felt him gently squeeze her waist, moving closer to her face before his expression morphed into pure disgust- "What the hell are you supposed to be!?" He whined, ignoring the way Wooyoung had burst out laughing, not stopping when his own partner slapped his shoulder, asking him not to embarrass San and his girlfriend even more.

"Like you said! A cowboy!"

.

They had moved to a quieter area of the house, one with proper lighting and- kitchen, all of them had crowded the kitchen, with her sitting on a counter as San glared at her, arms crossed over his chest.... how could someone look so nice in such poor lighting.

"Well?"

"Huh?" 

"What are you supposed to be?" He asked in a low tone, ignoring how his friends were still snickering behind him. It amazed her how he was still towering over her, like that, kind of making her feel smaller than usual, twiddling her thumbs she mumbled "A cowboy...Sannie...you said let's go as a cowboy couple."

A deep laugh resonated from behind the man as she peaked up to find one of them, Seonghwa, who chuckled when their eyes met, only for him to give her a gentle smile, though she could see the glint in his eyes, a little teasing swirling within his orbs, but the angel, his angel, sitting next to him squeezed his hand, begging him to not make it worse.

"What- I? What!?" He gasped, arms flailing around to emphasize whatever the hell he was trying to say as she shrugged, "I SAID A COWBOY COUPLE!?"

"Yeah, and I am one."

"That usually means a guy and his girl!"

 "You realise the actual number of cowgirls was less, if not nonexistent, and usually they did all the work but got little to no credit. This is exactly why these parties confuse me, are we glorifying misogyny?" She deadpanned, pointing to her fake beard causing him to facepalm, never had he met someone so smart yet so stupid- and to think he loved her? Who's the bigger fool here?

"I love how both of you are majoring in communication but aren't able to communicate with each other."

Her lips quirked downwards at that statement, feeling the weight of it hanging in the air- oh- so he wanted her to dress up like those sexy cowgirls...well he should've just said that! Even though she would want to say no, she would have done it anyway because it was for him. That's when it hit her, he wanted to introduce her to his friends too, and while all their significant others were dressed for the occasion, she looked like a hobo, with her baggy cowboy outfit, giant hat and well...the beard. Shit. This was not good, this was not good at all, she misread the situation again- what kind of girlfriend chooses to look unpresentable? What if he thinks she did this to embarrass him- hell he has every right to be upset with her-

"What?"

The sharp tone of his caused her eyes to flicker up from her lap to his face, gut twisting at the way he had turned back to stare at Wooyoung, his cold glare making the other one let out a nervous chuckle, wait no, he shouldn’t take the anger out on his friend, especially when it is her fault for just assuming what he meant- man this beard was itchy.

“I’m just saying…” Wooyoung shrugged, before looking around at everyone, most of whom were now engaged in talking to each other or on their phones, then back at San, who was still glaring at him. Sure, he wanted them to meet his girlfriend, and sure he was upset that she chose the wrong time to misread the situation, but that did not give anyone the right to humiliate her more than she already had done to herself-

“San-ah…” she whispered, gently nudging his leg with her foot, trying to talk to him, whispering, “I can go back and change…” Nah, she was just gonna dip and not come back, probably telling him how she got abducted by aliens by leaving him a note and disappearing because this was a moment of peak embarrassment-

“Your beard’s really cool, what did you use?”

“Huh?” moving to the right her eyes met a certain blonde man’s- she’d never heard Hongjoong speak before, well that’s because in any class the two shared he’d be sitting quietly at the back, “Oh um…facial glue.”

“Woah, you glued it?” He asked, moving closer to inspect it then hummed, “Dedication.”

“I mean she did fool Sannie here,” Seonghwa added, his angel sitting next to him nodding as she hummed in agreement, “It's an A for effort, I kind of wished I went for something similar.”

“I know right!” the girl who had been glaring at her idiotic boyfriend- the idiot was Wooyoung- for upsetting San added, “I was impressed- we should’ve done this, would’ve been so cool.”

She only smiled at their kind words, a bit upset about how she let him down, but hey, at least they were enjoying it. That was all it took for the awkwardness to fade though, perhaps with the help of the other women involved, the conversation had begun to flow smoothly, each one slowly introducing themselves, most men did constantly talk about the beard, but when it came to Jongho, San’s gym buddy – who she wanted to thank because, lord bless, the way her man had beefed up, she’d make sure Jongho and San never quit being friends- he did point out how “They’re all jealous they can’t grow beards as thick as yours- you pulled it off better than most of them could too.”

The causal chatter thus turned into loud, yet fun banter, her laughter causing San, who had been quietly standing next to her, back leaning against the counter she was sitting on, to look at her, chatting with the rest of them like they had been friends for years. Truth be told he found it amusing, no he loved it, how even at this point, knowing she made a mistake she was honest enough to tell him her opinion, about how she felt about the whole theme parties- communication was never really the problem if you ask him, perhaps it was the intent to make the other happy, that would cause problems, the fear of disappointing the other. No one really said that the girls should come dressed as sexy cowgirls or cowgirls at all, and the effort she had put into the outfit made him realise how this was the first party she had ever attended. He remembers how in the earlier days of their relationship, she had mentioned how she’d never been invited to a party, themed or not, not that she would ever go to one- though he had shushed her and promised to take her to one, but for almost four years she had been avoiding it- well perhaps she said yes, this time because they were an official item now, and not just a fling. That made him feel worse, he had spent 20 minutes of her ‘partying time’, arguing with her over something so stupid. He could only sigh at the way he ended up with someone who was only book smart but an idiot otherwise, someone who was so stubborn yet so caring, someone who would try their best to meet his expectations- even if it meant glueing a beard-

“Ow! San!” she hissed, rubbing her cheek before slapping his hand away, causing everyone else to stop talking and look at their friend, who held a tuft of black synthetic hair pinched between his fingers.

“You okay, dude?” Wooyoung asked as San frowned at the hair and then back at her, mumbling, “My god, this really is glued isn’t it?”

“YAH THINK?” she yelled before snatching the torn piece from his hand as she pouted at it, “What is wrong with you~” she whined only to be cut off by Mingi, who she had learnt was one of the noisiest and nosiest friends, spoke up, “The real question is, is San going to kiss her with the beard on?”

She looked up at him eagerly, batting her eyelashes at him, his eyes widening at the realization of how she was still able to look so cute; this was the exact same look she’d give him every time she knew she was winning, when she knew he’d give into her every whim, the look that would make him feel like he was the most important thing to her in the entire universe- maybe he really was- and for this very reason his head jerked to the side as he broke eye contact, knowing if he kept looking at her for a second longer, maybe he would’ve kissed her right there and then, in front of everyone, even though he knew how public display of affection was not her cup of tea. Even if touch was his love language, he knew she’d bask in it and ask for it behind closed doors, so the kiss right now was more of a way of satisfying the people around them, a way of satisfying him, as if she were trying to make it up to him, for misinterpreting the situation, for which she would choose to come out of her comfort zone just for, just to let him know how much he meant to her- god, he really did love her. The group broke out in laughter, causing San’s face to turn red, almost the same colour as her shirt.

She reached for him, fingertips brushing against his arm, causing him to stand up straight clearing his throat as he mumbled, “I’m gonna get you something to drink, stay with them,” as he left the kitchen, ignoring the ‘boo’s’ he was receiving from his friends- he was desperate to introduce her to his circle of friends, but he also forgot how bloody annoying they could be, teasing him at any moment given, hell they had even made a big deal out of his outfit for today, claiming how he ‘was trying so hard to impress her’, adding the ‘Sannie, you know she likes smart guys- oh wait, no maybe that’s not true since you’re in the picture’.

Sighing he looked at himself in the mirror, why was his face so pink? He had been washing his face for God knows how long, trying to calm down, trying to not think about how now everyone knew about his secret little lover, how they’d steal her attention, how they’d make sure she’d be involved in every activity, which was a good thing, but he was her Sannie! How could be her Sannie with them always around- oh my god, get a grip-did he turn redder? All he did was drink apple juice- shit, he had to get her something to drink!

Slamming open the door he stumbled out only to halt at the sight of the bearded cowboy- oh his bearded cowboy who was frowning up at him, causing him to pout at her, somewhat guilty for leaving her hanging and-

“Is the beard really bothering you this much?”

“No, they’re bothering me.”

“Huh?” she looked up at him as if he had spoken French, “What do you mean? I thought they liked me?”

“They do like you.” He sighed, reaching for her hand as he began to walk towards the nearby terrace, knowing it would be empty since the party was downstairs, sliding open the door he slipped outside pulling her out with him as he made her sit on one of the outdoor chairs, kneeling in front of her on the ground as he held her hands, looking up at her, “I’m afraid they like you so much that I won’t get to be myself around you, you know?” he mumbled before placing her hands on his cheeks, causing her to giggle and squeeze his face.

“Aww, Sannie, you don’t have to worry about that, I’m just glad they don’t think I’m weird.”

“They definitely think you are weird.” He mumbled out, only for her to squish his cheeks harder, leaning down to peck his puckered lips before letting go, though he pulled her back, his hand resting at the back of her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze, holding her still as he brushed his lips against hers, “This beard is really annoying.”

“And here I thought you wouldn’t kiss me with it glued to my face.” She whispered, grateful to finally have a moment of peace with him, a moment where they could just be themselves, “Next time, just come over and tell me what to wear.”

“Nah, I think I like this look on you,” He perked up, pecking her lips once more, causing her to let out a giggle, arms wrapping around his neck, about to ask him about the reason behind his choice of clothes when she was cut off, by a very noisy Mingi who’s hollering could be heard as he ran away,

“FOUND THEM! YA’LL OWE ME! HE’S TOTALLY INTO THE BEARD!”

Shaking her head in disbelief, she stood up, helping him up as well as she squeezed his hand, causing him to look at her, a pout already present on his face, dreading what was to come next, “Ready for a shit ton of teasing?”

“Not really.” He mumbled as he sighed, causing her to let out a chuckle as she dragged him back downstairs to the noisy group who was oh so ready to tease the hell out of their ‘Sannie’ and his little cowboy.

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[covetyou]

open hand or closed fist would be fine

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con, vaginal fisting, oral (f receiving), unprotected P in V, creampie, praise kink, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap. word count: 5.7k chapter summary: You see Joel everywhere, the sight of him alone making you even more desperate. You turn up to his door, drenched from the rain, and let him give you (almost) everything you need.

A/N: I cannot believe there's only one week to go. Thank you so much for all your support. ily 💛

The last few days I've been chanting "fist it fic, fist it fic" whenever I've gone to write for this. They hype has been real and the triumphant and feral SCREAM I let escape my body when it was done. You probably all heard it. And the amount of squeezing and examining my own hand I did this last week? Unreal. I am deeply acquanted with my own fist anatomy now.

4k of this is pure porn, 2.5k of which is fisting and the build up, my fucking god.

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song: cherry wine by Hozier

You see him everywhere. You're really not looking for him, but everywhere you turn it seems he's there too. Turning a corner as you walk your dad to a job. Talking in the street, Tess by his side, her eyes briefly catching yours as you stare, a smirk tugging at her lips when you dart your eyes away.

You even see him at work. He ignores you, of course, turning to your colleagues to pick up food, exchanging flirty quips and a wink with one of them, making her giggle and bat her lashes, before walking away without a single glance at you.

It's driving you mad. You don't want to talk to him, you wouldn't even dare to, but seeing him is sending the thread of want through you scalding hot, burning through your veins. There's no let up and there's no relief, no matter how much you make yourself come.

Thankfully, collection day comes around fast.

Your dad had been good recently, even with the change in weather. He maybe could have stretched his pills further, gone a bit longer between collections, but you were eager to see Joel again, and even more eager to have him look at you, to touch you. Seeing him around so often had done nothing to ease your desperation either, and by the time your free day rolls around you're trying not to bounce off the walls.

And, of course, it's fucking raining. You hold off as long as you can, watching as the rain drizzles consistently from the gray sky for hours. With no sign of letting up, you head out, resigning yourself to a damp walk to Joel's apartment. You're going to be wet by the time you get there anyway, rain or not.

You're not quite wet through when your cold knuckles tap against the wood of his door.

When he answers, he takes your breath away. He's stood there, pants slung low on his waist, towel thrown over his shoulder, hair damp and touselled. He's shirtless, his usual shirt no longer stretched across the width of his shoulders, and you gape at him. If the last few weeks hadn't been enough to send you stupid with want for him, this certainly has sealed the deal.

There's a glass of whisky in his hand and he takes a sip, looking at you, before he says anything.

"Did you not see the rain?" he quips.

Your skin prickles and burns just looking at him, the cold wet from outside already leached from your bones just by setting your eyes on his bare skin. You swallow heavy and he's talking again before your brain can kick into gear.

"You really that desperate, ain't you?" You don't answer him. You know he's not talking about the pills any more and you know he already knows the answer.

His eyes roll and he twitches his head to the side. "In," he says, moving from the door, taking another sip of whisky. "And take this shit off, I don't want you drippin' on my floor."

You take your coat off and hang it on a hook on the wall, reaching for the button on your pants just as he throws the towel at you.

"Dry yourself off."

You keep your eyes on him the entire time you strip off the rest of your wet clothes. Now that the towel is gone from his shoulder you can see everything - every scar and blemish on his broad torso, every curl of hair. You've never seen him shirtless and you want to take in every part of him now whilst you still can. He might dress whilst you blink and then the moment will be over. Who knows when you'll see him like this again.

"So, you're so desperate for it you came here in the rain, huh?" He asks, taking another sip from his glass. You don't answer. You're stood in just your panties now, grateful for the warmth in his apartment, but that does nothing to stop the pebbling of your nipples and the shudder that creeps down your spine.

"Dad's out of his meds, he -" you start.

"Sure. S'always the pills," he scoffs. "Don't think I ain't seen you lookin' at me. It's like I'm being fuckin' watched with you out there."

You couldn't really help it, if you saw him your eyes were magnetically drawn to him for as long as possible. You didn't think you'd been that obvious but, well, you'd not exactly tried to hide it either.

He's approaching you now, whisky glass discarded on the table.

"Look at me," he says, tilting your head up with a finger. You reluctantly drag your eyes away from his chest and meet his gaze. His own eyes are burning into yours, maybe as much as yours are to his. If you didn't know better you'd think he felt as needy as you did. You hope it's even for you specifically and not just needy for a warm, wet hole.

"What are we gonna do with you, huh?" You shrug - you didn't mind what he did with you, to you, you just know you needed it. "Something's got you showing up needy and wet to my door sweetheart, gotta do something about it. Can't have desperate sluts like you lookin' at me all the time without repercussions."

At his words you tense.

"Hm? Is that what you are?" he's whispering to you now. "S'not enough that I'm giving you your daddy's pills, is it? You need me to give you more."

You nod. You need fucking more, anything more.

"Take the rest of this off. Y'know I like lookin'." He pings the waistband of your panties against your hip, the elastic sharp against your cold skin.

He could complain as much as he liked about you watching him walk down the street, but the way you looked at him in those moments would never compare to the way he looked at you now. You liked him looking.

You quickly tug your panties down your legs, wobbling as you stand upright. You reach a hand out to him to steady yourself, not wanting the humiliation of falling on your ass in front of him and desperate to feel his skin under your fingertips again. His hand reaches out and grabs your wrist before you can make contact.

His thumb brushes across the inside of your wrist. Your heart is hammering and he must be able to feel the thrum of your pulse beneath the thin skin of your wrist. Air huffs from his nose, a single dry laugh coming from him.

"You're wet already, ain't you? I can tell, sweetheart. Always been able to tell." Then he strokes a single thick finger over your body - across your arms, over the swell of your breast, down the valley between your tits, across your belly, stopping at your mound and pulling away.

"Let's get you what you need then, huh," he tucks hair behind your ear, never letting go of your wrist with the other. He's already tugging you to his bedroom when you nod, closing the door to keep in the warmth.

He drops your wrist, telling you to make yourself comfortable as he moves to the window, closing the curtains, keeping yet more heat in.

You climb onto his bed, scooting yourself up and sitting yourself by his pillows, watching his every move.

"It's been a while since I got a proper look at that cunt," he says as he turns around to approach his dresser.

You spread your legs for him instantly, no shame and no heat in your cheeks as your thighs fall flat to the bed, spread so wide the stretch in your hips is almost painful.

He laughs at you, shaking his head and muttering under his breath as he pulls his belt from its loops, placing it onto the dresser before popping open the top button on his pants. You're still staring at his crotch, willing the zipper down with your mind, when he's crawling on his knees toward you, a rough hand smoothing up your calf as he goes.

With no warning, hands clamp around your ankles and you're being yanked down toward him, slipping down the bed and back hitting the mattress with a thud, knocking the air from you.

Joel lets out a deep breath, moving closer to you, massaging your thighs in both of his hands, squeezing the meat of them and dragging thick fingers across your flesh over and over until his fingers meet at the crease of your thigh.

"Jus' look at her," he breathes, eyes transfixed on your cunt. You roll your hips, pulling a smile across his face as he tuts at you. "So desperate."

You nod, trying to hold back a slew of begging as his hands run across your thighs and finally - fucking finally - pull you apart and start stroking your lips, spreading slick over your pussy with one thick finger.

"Barely even touched any of this yet," he says tickling your clit with his index finger before dragging back down through the wetness of your cunt, "and just look at you. You're a fuckin' mess."

You wiggle at the touch of his finger, shifting your thighs to ease the stretch in your hips, and he's holding you down with both hands, staring at you with a stern look.

"I know you want me to spank your pussy again sweetheart, but keep 'em open, lemme see the mess you made."

You moan at the mention of it, tempted to let your legs twitch closed to feel the clap of his hand on your cunt.

"If you're good I'll spank your pussy another time," he smirks as he says it, but you hope he means it.

"I'll be good," you promise in a whisper, watching as his eyebrows raise at your words, shaking his head.

He covers your bared cunt with his hand rubbing softly, gently jerking the nub of your clit between his fingers before spreading them and ducking his head down to swipe his tongue where your clit peaks out from between his fingers. "We'll see how good you are."

His hand drags down you, two fingers stroking your empty hole before pushing in smoothly in one movement. Your cunt is so slick there's no resistance, and Joel notices.

"So easy," he taunts, looking down to where his fingers push into you. "You been keepin' her stuffed at home?"

You had. You couldn't lie. Tess's fingers had felt so good in you, you often stuffed three of your own into yourself and pretended they were hers. You look at him and nod, watching as a soft Fuck falls from his lips. He pushes his fingers down inside you, stretching your hole open as he massages from side to side. The deep pull makes you groan.

You feel his teeth graze your clit, making you buck into his hand just as he's pulling his fingers from you and replacing them with three, sliding them in and flexing them inside of you. He licks at you once more before sitting back on his haunches, watching your hole grip tightly around his fingers.

"My dick not been enough for you?" he suddenly asks, pulling down his zipper and tugging at his pants to free his cock.

You start to shake your head. "It is I-"

"Don't lie to me," he cuts you off, distracting you with the increased movement of his fingers in and out of your hole as he suckles your clit back into his mouth. He releases with a wet pop, giving your cunt a broad lick, sitting back once again. You watch him tug on his cock, fingers still buried in you, thighs still spread and pussy dripping.

He's reaching now, over the side of the bed, fingers keeping a slow pace inside you, the slow drag of them stretching your walls as he flexes and swirls them in you. You hear a familiar snick and look down to see a bottle just as a cold trickle of oil hits your clit, drizzling down to fingers spread into your pussy, funneling it in. He removes them, rubbing broadly over your entire mound with his hand, smearing oil everywhere. You don't think about how fucking long it'll take to wash off this time, you just think of how wet he's making you, staring burning heat straight into your core as he massages your oiled cunt with his heavy hand. You were already a slip and slide, but now you're impossibly wet, cunt and inner thighs shining with oil and your own slick.

His fingers push back into you, the stretch move obvious than before, when you realize four of his thick fingers are seated in you.

"Good girl," he says as you moan, feeling so stretched but not full enough, you want him deeper, you want more. "Your own fingers feel as good as this?"

"Not even close," you say around another moan. Of course they fucking didn't. You wondered if he ever thought about what you did to yourself in the dark of night, what you did the chase the feelings you'd only been able to get in his apartment. You wonder if he ever touched himself to thoughts of you too.

"That's cause a needy pussy like this needs more than your little fingers."

You nod. He'd never said anything more true - you needed more.

"I'll give you more, sweetheart."

A wicked smile pulls at his lips, sending a thrill through you. You'd stopped expecting anything of your visits to the nice apartment on the other side of the QZ, leaving your fate up to Joel entirely the minute you stepped through the door. You could trust him, in some sick twisted way. Somehow, he'd never showed you reason not to.

His fingers push in, curling and squelching inside you as he fucks you with them. A calloused thumb finds your clit, rubbing slick oil across the bared surface of it, making you squirm, throwing your head back as you plead with him.

"That too much?" You shake your head. "Didn't think so. It ain't enough, is it?" You say nothing, just whine through the wet sound if your pussy being fucked by four of his fingers.

There's more pressure, a deeper push of his hand, the ridge of his knuckles stretching and burning the entrance of your pussy as he pushes. The feeling startles you, and you shoot up onto your elbows.

"Wait," you gasp, "What-uhhh."

"Shhh," he says, pushing a hand down onto your lower belly to keep you still.

His slicked thumb never stops circling your clit just as the widest part of his knuckles breach you - he can feel a jerk of movement as the rock of your hips into his palm, desperate to take more of him in, is stopped by the weight of his hand on your belly.

"Fuck, that's it sweetheart. You can take it, just a little more." His words, as always, generate a surge of wetness from you, and with that his four fingers slip into you past the solid ridge of his knuckles and down to the palm of his hand. The only thing stopping him from slipping into you completely is the jut of his thumb.

You pant and still, willing yourself to relax, but instead whine with the immense fullness in your cunt. The length of Joel's cock had prepared you for intrusions battering your cervix, but his impressive girth was nothing compared to the width of his hand.

"Oh I know, I know, that's so much ain't it. So much for this little pussy." He teases a finger around the swollen skin of your hole as he admires the look of his fingers buried in your cunt.

He places a gentle kiss onto your clit, the gentlest he's ever been with you. "Doin' so good for me." He kitten licks the sensitive nub, distracting you from the stretch in your cunt, and before you know it you're liquid beneath him again, writhing on his bed and moaning his name as you get teased closer to the edge once again.

"So good. Reckon you can take it all, sweetheart." He had a knack for asking questions that were never really questions.

"N-no, I can't, it's too much," you beg, his fingers still wedged deep inside you. "This feels good, I promise."

He begins to move his hand, flexing his fingers at first, before twisting his palm this way and that. You stare, mesmerized between your legs as the opening of your cunt stretches across his twisted palm.

"S'not gonna be too much. You'll like it, I promise. Look," he pulls his four fingers from you, the burn so much less this time, and you feel yourself stretch over the bones of his knuckles again before the pressure releases and you're left totally empty.

You whine with the loss.

"She just wants to be filled up. She's gapin' and empty right now, sweetheart. She needs it." He kisses your clit again, holding you open with thumbs that you feel slip inside of you and tug you apart.

He plunges four fingers into you again, drawing them together as much as he can as he fucks you past his knuckles again in one movement, aided by the slick of oil that's now dribbling out of you and making a mess on his sheets. You only just feel his knuckles pop inside you before they're pulling out again, the sensation making you feel weak as you let your arms fall and drop back onto his bed once more.

When he goes to push back in, his thick thumb joins his fingers. You feel it as his knuckles approach your cunt, the stretch even more this time.

"Wait, no I can't do it," the words tumble from your mouth in a panic. You're gripping his sheets, trying not to slam your legs closed at the intrusion of most of his fist seated inside you.

"Yeah you can, you can take it. You wanted more. Remember how empty it feels?"

You nod. You remembered, you felt so fucking empty without him inside you.

A slick hand smooths up your thigh, calming you. "Then lie back and close your eyes, sweetheart. Greedy girls gotta get their pussies stuffed."

The hand never stops caressing your thighs, dragging oil slicked fingers up and down your skin, turning you to putty with each stroke. By the time he's pushing in again, your legs are pinned back, spread obscenely, just for him, as your pussy stretches wide over his fingers.

His hand stills on the apex of your thighs, holding you down, stopping your hips from moving as he tries to seat his entire fist in your desperate cunt. You start to whine when his knuckles pull at your entrance, the sting of the stretch stronger again now.

"You can take it, you can take it," he murmurs, spurring you on.

You breathe deeply, uncontrollable whines falling from your mouth, the stretch is so much you feel like you might burst. You take a deep shuddering breath to steady yourself, and as you breath out Joel pushes his fist in harder, any resistance giving way to his force.

The sound he tears from you as he pushes his fist fully into your pussy is animalistic, guttural. It roars from you and he continues to fuck his fist into you until your hole is clamped down on the thickness of his wrist. You throw your head back and reach for him, fingers touching his where they rest on your leg and you grab onto them.

"Fuck yeah, that's it. That's fuckin' it." He lets you grip his fingers, still moaning as the blood pounds in your ears.

He's smiling up at you, almost laughing, when you next look down.

"Got my whole fuckin' hand in your pussy sweetheart. Hole is so stuffed and stretched out now."

His cock had been a stretch at one time. You were usually so wet that it parted you easily, but you could still feel that ache inside you as you gave way to him. This was new. Even rock hard and standing to attention, his cock had a softness to it. His hand did not. Calloused palms, rough fingers and bone did not yield or give way. The ridges of his fist felt foreign inside your cunt, and yet part of you still wanted to ask for more.

One breath, then another, and another, and your fingers are relaxing their death grip on his own. He twists his hand inside you from side to side just a fraction. Feeling so much moving and writhing inside you feels strange, but the fullness in your cunt and the depth of his hand have you moaning again, throwing your head to the side.

"That good?"

"Yeah, 'sgood," you whine.

His hand twists more, the ridge of his knuckles dragging on your inner walls.

"Ohhhhhh."

"Oh fuck, that's it," he says, pulling his fingers away from your grip and finally letting go of your hips.

You hear the wet sound of his oiled hand on his cock as he strokes himself, gripping his tip tightly and jerking it slowly at the sight of his hand buried in your cunt. Your pussy pulses around his fist as you watch his thumb swipe at a bead of cum about to drip off the tip of his cock and onto his pants to join a wet patch forming there. For all the mess you were making, it seemed he was making plenty of his own.

"Sit up now, want you to watch," he's saying, letting go of his cock and stroking around your stretched hole, dragging more wetness up to your clit.

Joel moves his fist, twisting this way and that, before dragging it back from you. His hand barely releases from your cunt, the edge of you stretching over the lowest part of his palm, before plunging back in. His eyes are locked on your pussy, watching his fist gently fuck into you. You groan at the sight, at the feeling.

"That feels good, huh?"

"Yeah," you whine. "I wanna cry," you're suddenly saying, because it's true, it's so much, so good, that you want to do nothing more than sob.

"That's because you've been so desperate for it, sweetheart," he says, stroking your clit more firmly now as his hand continues its movement in and out of you, barely breaching you before punching in a little further each time. You can see your lower belly bulge and move with each movement of his fist.

"Please," you're begging again. "It's so much. It's too much." You could be begging him to stop, for more, to come, to take it out, you don't know.

"S'too much for your needy little pussy, I know, but I ain't takin' it out 'til you come on it."

"Oh, fuck."

You almost come there and then, but then he's lowering his face back to your pussy, replacing the roll of his fingers with the lick of his tongue.

You start to garble, a blurred mess of words falling from your mouth. You have no clue what you're saying, you just know that you can't stop, can't do anything but focus on the whole fist fucking into your cunt, stuffing you full as he suckles your clit so delicately.

"Stretching you out, no one's gonna wanna use you after this. Goin' to ruin this pretty pussy."

You start begging again. "Please, please ruin me. Ruin my pussy. Please, please." You feel him smile into you clit and you know you're done for.

He latches fully onto you, sucking hard as he flicks his tongue over and over. His hand punches in harder, faster, fucking you and filling you more than anything before. Your insides feel like they're being shifted with each thrust of his fist, your womb jerked forward and back. You're so near, so close and then the hand on your thigh pushes on your belly, feeling each deep punch of his fist as he bottoms out.

The pressure builds and explodes almost instantly, your whole pussy clenching down on his fist, drawing him in with each pulse of your orgasm. Your hips rock, thighs try to clamp shut around his entire body as you scream - scream - into the cavern of his bedroom. He doesn't stop, doesn't relent, fucking his hand into you deeper and deeper as you come undone beneath him.

Only when you stop writhing and your back falls flat against the bed does Joel stop, disengaging from your clit with one final pop, stilling his hand inside you.

He watches as you come down, glassy eyes staring into space as you sigh in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm of your life.

"Was that enough?" he asks you as he kisses along your mound. You're shaking your head before you even realize what you're doing.

"Such a needy hole that even stuffed full of my hand it ain't enough?"

You moan, shaking your head. No. It's not enough. It feels so much, so full, stuffed to the brim, but it's not enough.

"Oh fuck, 'course it's not enough for you, sweetheart. Look how fuckin' greedy she is. You want more fingers?"

"No, no," your head is filled with as much clarity as delirium. You don't know where you are but you know exactly what you want, what you need.

"But you need more, sweetheart," he taunts, pushing his fist into you more.

"Hnnnng. Your cock," you gasp out. "Please. Your cock. I need your cock."

"Not sure you're even gonna be able to feel it after this, but I knew I'd have you beggin' for it sooner or later."

He's tugging his hand from you, gently pulling his entire fist out of your body as you bear down and groan with the pressure. It releases with a wet squelch and you watch as he immediately places it over your mound and lower stomach.

"All of that was in there," he says, almost in disbelief. He looks down at your pussy, still gaping. Thick fingers drag back down, past your over sensitized clit and around your hole, watching as you bring yourself together.

He moves closer to you, moving his slicked hand from your body to his own, covering his length with it as his palm slips over himself with ease, massaging his balls before teasing his tip. It's so angry and red now, desperate for some kind of relief, relief you want to give him.

"If you want it that bad, you're gonna have to put it in."

You grab at him, his cock looking huge in your hand. You line him up, dragging his glistening head through your folds before pushing him to your entrance. You roll your hips, feeling the ridge of him drag across your hole before you rock against him, letting the tip of him breach you. You feel your stretched walls pull around him, letting him in, wanting to swallow him whole.

"That's it sweetheart, you put it in," Joel coos, stroking your thighs as your rock yourself onto his tip. He starts to rock his hips with you, plunging his cock into your further as your hand still grips him.

You want to reach out and touch him. Run your hands across the planes of his body, feel how his muscles stretch and contract with every movement. You're still instead, holding his cock as he fucks it inside you.

"Let go now, let me all the way in." You let go of him, gripping your own thigh instead of pulling him toward you like you so desperately want, and he's bottoming out inside you with a deep groan. His cock retreats almost all the way before plunging back in to the hilt again, and you gasp when his tip collides with your cervix.

He watches your face as he bottoms out each time, eyes locked with yours. You feel so close to him, he's so near, you could just reach out and touch him, hold him to you, kiss him.

Before you know it, the world is spinning. He's pulled out of you and flipped you onto your front, laying you flat on his bed. He pulls your ass cheeks apart, notches himself back at your abused hole and pushes in with one easy movement. You grip the sheets, stifling your gasp into his pillow before he's yanking it away from you.

"Nuh-uh, lemme hear those pretty noises. Sound so good when you're moaning on my cock."

You let him hear you, not holding back a single moan as he fucks into you from behind, his weight heavy on your legs. His body falls forward, and he's threading strong arms under your body, hooking them over your shoulders. He holds you tight, the closest thing to a hug you've ever felt from him, as he pulls you down onto him with every thrust.

You're about to turn your head, turn so you can see him, so he can run his nose along your cheek, but a hand grabs your hair, yanking your head back as he slams his hips down into yours.

"Fuck," he gasps into your ear. "Can you even feel that? Can you even feel my cock?" You can feel every part, every ridge dragging across your insides in ways you've never felt from anyone before. You nod your head, hair tugged in his grip as you move.

"Oh fuck yeah, had my whole fucking fist in you but you're still clenching around my dick."

Your mind is blank, you feel dumb from his cock and his fist, fucked out whilst still being fucked. The best you can do is moan out a garbled "yeah" before going back to unintelligible babbling and moans.

"Good girl. Always takin' it all so well. This pretty pussy'll take anythin' I give her, won't she?" he whispers to you, like it's some kind of secret and not the most obvious thing in the world. He nuzzles your hair - he nuzzles your fucking hair - and you're soaring, floating above the clouds on a high you will never come down from.

"Joel, fuuuck."

He's all around you, warm breath on your face, grunts straight into your ear, the sweat of his chest slick on your back, his broad hands anchoring him down to you. You feel his whole body start to tense, shaking and quivering. His hips stutter, slamming into you hard once, twice more before he groans deep, burying his head in your neck.

His weight relaxes on top of you, pushing all air out of your lungs, but he's gone again before you start to struggle for breath, pulling his cock from your used hole. He spreads you, looking down at your pussy, pink and swollen from being so used, first by his fist and then by his cock. Cum dribbles out of you, down to your clit, and he takes his softening cock, swiping it up your folds and to your ass, squeezing out the last dribbles of his cum and wiping his tip on your ass cheek.

You lie still, hoping he'll lie next to you for a while, but his weight leaves the bed and there's the rustle of his jeans as he pulls them on. Before you can even turn around he's opened the door and left you alone, still dripping his cum.

You flop back down, face into his pillows, mind reeling. He'd been so close, felt so near. You could've reached out and touched him, grabbed him, but you didn't. And then the moment was gone. Every time you got near to something, it was gone before you could make up your mind. You were so frustrated you could scream.

Instead, you bury your head into his pillow and breathe deep, calming yourself.

The bed shifts again soon after. You didn't hear him come back in, but Joel's rough hands are lifting your legs and pulling the fabric of your panties up to your knees before he climbs on top of you and yanks them up the rest of the way. He massages your ass in his hands, smearing the remnants of his cum into your panties with the action before climbing off of you.

"You gotta go," he says, simply.

You turn round immediately, panties crooked and not quite covering your pussy. You scramble for an excuse, a reason to stay.

"What if my clothes are still wet." You want more time. You want to stay longer, cocooned in the warmth of this room. Maybe if you stay longer you'll get to feel the weight of him on top of you again.

"It's still rainin' outside so they'll be wet when you get home anyway," he doesn't look at you as he pulls a t-shirt over his head. "Pills are on the table."

And he's stalking out of the room again. You see him flop down onto the couch and pick up a book, as if nothing had even happened, as if the hand holding the pages open hadn't just been buried in you.

There's a chill in the room as you stand. Your clothes are still wet as you put them on. The pills burn your hand as you pocket them, wanting to do nothing more than throw them back at him. If they were for you, you would.

He doesn't walk you to the door, doesn't see you out. You unlatch it and twist the handle yourself, pulling it open and stepping through.

"You gotta stop lookin' at me so much," he calls out as you go to leave. "Not gonna protect you if some asshole thinks you're one of mine."

You don't turn to look at him, you just leave, slamming the door behind you as you make to walk home in the rain.

You didn't even want him to kiss you anyway.

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[alxtiny]

Sea Glass | Choi Jongho x reader

Synopsis: where you and jongho go on a beach date and make a new friend

Pairing: choi jongho x gn!reader, domestic au

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none :)

Notes: happy late birthday jongho!! Once again i took too long :’) this is in honour of that one wanteez ep

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The beach was quieter than usual when you and Jongho pulled up to it, only a handful of people hanging around. The crisp winter air bit softly at your skin but it was soothed by the warmth of the afternoon sun. You inhaled deeply, the scent of ocean filling your lungs as you stepped out of the car.

Jongho smiled as he stretched, looking effortlessly handsome even in his simple and cozy outfit—a black knit shirt and cute beanie that kept him comfy in the cool breeze. His eyes crinkled slightly as he glanced at you. "Perfect day for the beach, isn’t it?"

"Absolutely." You gave him a grin, pulling your cardigan tighter around you before linking your arm with his as you both walked toward the shore.

You found a sweet spot close to the water but just far enough to make sure your date won’t get interrupted by the waves. Jongho laid out the picnic blanket you’d bought and set down the little basket of food, and you both sat down, the sea stretching out in front of you, and the sunlight glittering against the blue of the water. There was something special about the beach in winter—it was less crowded, and the sun wasn’t as harsh as it was in the summer.

For a while, you both sat there and just talked, simply enjoying each other's company, while the sound of the waves crashing in the background played like a slow song. You looked at Jongho endearingly as he talked, a halo of light surrounding his flyaway hair, to you he looked stunning and you remembered you'd brought along your polaroid camera, and pulled it out. Jongho noticed and smiled. He knew you liked to take it with you everywhere and of course create your own little collection of candid photographs.

"Are we starting a beach photo series now?" he teased.

"Maybe," you said with a laugh. "Let me take one of you first."

He got up and posed dramatically, squinting at the sun and placing his hand on his hip in a mock-model stance, which made you giggle as you snapped the picture. Once the photo developed, you handed it to him.

He chuckled at the result, shaking his head. "I look ridiculous."

"No, you look adorable," you insisted, reaching for his cheeks and squishing them.

You spent the next few minutes taking turns with the camera, capturing every happy moment, the way the sunlight kissed Jongho’s skin, and the playful way you ran around in the sand, your hair floating behind, and pure bliss etched on your face.

Then, you had an idea. "Hey, you know what we should do?" you asked, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Jongho raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"We should try to find pieces of sea glass that match the color of our eyes. Think of it like a little treasure hunt."

Jongho laughed, amused by your randomly interesting thought. "You totally got that idea from a reel. But I’m down."

You decided to split up, wandering over to opposite sides of the beach. You carefully scanned the ground, looking for something in the deep brown shade of Jongho’s eyes. You found a few pieces of brown sea glass, feeling pleased with yourself as you collected them in your hand.

After a while, you heard Jongho approaching behind you. You turned to face him, grinning proudly as you held out your hand. "Look! I found some that match your eyes."

"Nice, I like them," Jongho nodded approvingly. Then, his voice turned serious. "What about mine? Want to see what I found?"

"Of course! What'd you get?" you asked eagerly, eyes sparkling in anticipation.

Jongho slowly brought his hands from behind his back, his lips widening into his signature gummy smile as he revealed his ‘find.’ But instead of sea glass, he held up a small octopus that had wrapped its tentacles around his wrist.

Your jaw dropped, your eyes widening like saucers as you stared at the tiny creature. "Is that—Jongho, is that an octopus?!"

He burst out laughing at your reaction. "Do you like it?" he said, wiping tears from his eyes from laughing too hard.

You couldn’t hold back your laughter either, doubling over as you clutched your sides. The little octopus raised its arms as if it was offended, slowly trying to cutely crawl up Jongho's arm, wiggling its tentacles. You quickly grabbed your camera and snapped a picture, holding onto the precious moment.

After calming down, you carefully helped Jongho return the octopus to the water, watching it swim away into the waves, as you waved goodbye.

“That’s definitely one for the beach series album,” you said, still grinning.

Jongho nodded, rubbing his arm. “I didn’t expect to make a new friend today.”

As the sun began to lower in the sky, you decided it was time to head home. The drive back was peaceful, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun descended beyond the horizon. By the time you reached home, the last bit of daylight was fading, and the warmth of your apartment welcomed you in.

“Ramen?” Jongho suggested, glancing at you with a soft smile as he tugged on his beanie, placing it beside your cardigan.

You nodded enthusiastically. “That’s perfect.”

You both worked together in the kitchen, making quick bowls of instant ramen while the TV in the living room played some random drama. Once the food was ready, you settled down on the couch, cuddling up close to each other as you ate.

The sea glass you had collected earlier was placed in a small jar on the windowsill, right beside the photo of Jongho and the octopus. Every time you glanced at it, you couldn’t help but smile, reminiscing the events of the day and the new friend you made.

Jongho ate his noodles quietly, watching the screen with a concentrated look before turning to you. "You know, we should do random things like this more often."

"Agreed," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time, let’s not go around picking up random animals though."

Jongho chuckled softly. "Deal."

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Time Travel AU Part: 19

[I recommend listening to the song below to fully immerse yourself in this chapter. Also this is my first attempt at this kind of format, so please forgive me if it doesn't flow too well 🙇‍♀️]

Exactly three nights had passed, and Adam wasn’t sure if he was ready to face the day. He had woken up alone; of course the cat would leave him when he actually needed her company for once. Sunlight filtered through the foliage Adam was under as if beckoning him to get up already and join the day. Three nights was enough for him; enough for him to know what he really wanted, what he was willing to admit and share and what he wasn’t willing to divulge. Adam looked up towards the pink and yellow sky accompanied by soft cotton candy clouds, moving ever so slowly alongside calm winds. What was he going to do for the day? Sit idly around and await his fate? That would eat him up from inside. He looked around, the day was early and he had so much time; he supposed he could always begin with breakfast…

Time’s moving so much slower lately It’s like the world’s playin’ a joke

Adam had burnt his aromatics. Again. This was the third time just this morning. He usually never messes up this badly, but he simply couldn’t help it. Every time he tried again, chopping up the herbs then placing them on the pan, his mind would just wander off thinking about a certain unskilled angel. Then, he would end up replicating what said angel had done – a burnt mess on the pan. Adam looked tiredly down at his burnt food, shoulders sagging in defeat; unlike that angel, Adam didn’t have magic to easily clean up his pan so he could quickly start over again. So instead, Adam did the next best thing he could do – give up cooking for today and leave the pan soaking and clean it up later. It seemed like he would simply have to settle for fruits and nuts for today’s sustenance. 

Laughing at me for falling foolishly again But something’s different, with you

The time after lunch always felt warm and cosy, the air light enough to ease the heavy off of Adam’s muscles. It was always the perfect time to sit around and relax, maybe play a game or two and talk about random topics that didn’t really lead anywhere. Well, the chatting part was out of the window, with Adam being by his lonesome and all. Adam perked up, suddenly remembering that he had kept a stash of all the games that angel had gifted and made for him. Just as he got up and ready to head towards his stash, Adam paused, a hundred thoughts swimming around his mind. He had just realised, it might be possible, that all of the games he had collected required at least two people to play it… Adam ran a hand down his face, groaning loudly to himself. Now what else could he do? Besides lying on the grass and photosynthesizing under the sun. 

Traffic on Sunset doesn’t phase me I’m just unusually composed

Well, playing some music always helped ease his mind and made the time go much faster. Adam brought his guitar closer to him, his guitar made from Eden’s gold that only existed thanks to a certain angel. Adam shook the thought out of his head. Guitar. Music. Right. His fingers lightly strummed the guitar’s strings, playing a soft tune that danced perfectly along the afternoon breeze, in harmony with the songbirds as his audience – the grass and the trees – swayed gently with the rhythm. It was as if the very air itself had been painted with precious golds, pure silk flowing freely in the winds as paradise revealed itself in the garden. Adam let the music flow from his hands just as freely as the winds, eyes closed as he fully immersed himself in the sea of music, bathing under the sun’s gold. Then, his fingers eased off the strings and he opened his eyes; the music took a pause but there was no one to continue the song. He could almost hear it, the sound of a violin joining his concert – a perfect matching pair to his tune.

That is until I touch you and I can’t pretend I lose myself again, I do

Adam flopped down onto the grass, facing the gradually yellowing sky with a sigh. Everything he did, no matter what, even ordinary everyday things, reminded him of Michael. It was as if the angel had imbued his memory and presence in every single thing that Adam had ever done. Adam sighed again, a little louder this time. There was no escaping it; he was doomed, but it was something he didn’t mind too much.

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Dusk was fast approaching and Adam had essentially done nothing but overthink then calm down only to overthink again. He was sprawled on the grass, having just finished another panicked thought when he heard rustling footsteps approaching him from his left. Amora’s yellow eyes appeared in front of him, covering his view of the gold-tinged pink sky. He pushed her face away from him, sitting up in the process when the jaguar refused to move easily. As he sat up, he finally noticed the other presence just behind Amora. His body froze as he locked eyes with the other person. 

“Hello Adam,” greeted Michael a little awkwardly while he kept a short distance between them. “It’s been a while.”

“Y-yeah…,” Adam stammered. 

“Can I–?,” Michael asked, gesturing towards a spot beside Adam. 

Adam nodded as he pushed Amora off of him to make some space. “Go ahead.”

The two sat in silence as they watched the sun paint the sky a striking gold as a farewell for the day before the dark blue of the night brought the smaller stars with it, giving them their turn to shine. It would be nice and peaceful, to simply enjoy watching the night return in all its dark splendour, if only the air between the two weren’t dense and dripping with tension. Neither party was particularly willing to break the silence and address the distance between them, afraid that the words they would hear were not something they had hoped for. 

A moment, and then two, the sky now devoid of the morning’s glow. Michael took a deep breath, steeling himself, he was ready to accept whatever Adam’s answer was. 

“So,” Michael started, eyes flitting a little anxiously towards Adam. “have you…found your answer?”

Adam winced, more to himself than anything. Yes, he did have an answer, but to finally say it aloud worried him, especially since the intended recipient was already beside him. 

“You– you said you love me, right?,” he asked, finally meeting Michael’s eyes. 

“I do, that hasn’t changed,” confirmed Michael.

“Then, let me warn you.” Adam looked at Michael directly, his normally warm eyes now a cold gold with all the weight hidden within him. “Being with me…it wouldn’t be fair to you at all. The me that you know, and who I really am are quite separate. Not everything was a lie, of course, but…,” he paused, looking sadly away. “...you’ve fallen for the image, not me.” He took another deep breath, “I’m no good for you, Michael, people around me get hurt. That’s why…I can’t accept your feather.”

Michael’s gaze fell slowly down. Those words, especially the last ones, pierced through his core. He came prepared, yes, but that didn’t mean that a wound still wouldn’t sting. 

“I’m sure you’d make someone up there very happy one day.” Adam pointed up to the sky. He wasn’t sure if the Michael from his first life had someone, but he wouldn’t doubt it. Someone like Michael was easy to love, unlike him. “It’d be quite horrible of me to ruin that future for you.” 

Adam plucked a white dandelion from the grass, blowing its seeds into the wind and watched it travel away from him as it carried wishes along its bristles. Then he turned back to face Michael. 

“I can admit. I–,” he took a deep breath. “I think I feel the same way,” he finally confessed, cheeks reddening at his admission as he struggled to stop himself from running and hiding away forever. 

I’m all in, I’m fallin’ Can’t get back up

Michael quickly looked up from the ground, dark blue eyes wide and hopeful, the stars around them glowing a faint gold painting his face as beautifully as a night sky filled with glistening stars. He inched closer towards Adam, a hand carefully cupping his cheek, feeling its warmth on his hand, as he tried to meet Adam’s eyes through his lashes. Adam tried to turn his head away, his embarrassment overwhelming him, but Michael wasn’t willing to let go, not when Adam was truly, finally in front of him. 

He placed another hand on Adam’s other cheek, holding the first man’s face and guiding them gently to face him. “You say I don’t truly know who you are. Then, will you allow me to be closer then? So that I can properly love who you are?”

Adam didn’t think it was possible, but his face felt even warmer and he was sure that it was just as red too. His heart hammered inside his chest, ready to burst out as the fear that bound it was overflowed by a tidal wave of immense relief and joy, spilling out into the outside world as warm flowing tears. His lips quivered, lost on what words to say. What could he say? No words could describe the whirlpool of a mess inside of him, the high crashing waves that he was currently feeling. 

“Why are you so stubborn?,” he asked between sniffles. 

“Is that a yes?,” Michael asked, a soft smile adorning his lips. 

Adam met Michael’s eyes, this time, truly looking into them, his very essence exposed and vulnerable as tears trickled down from his eyes like liquid gold. “...yes…,” he finally answered. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you..!,” he added as he placed his own hands over Michael’s, feeling the coolness of his skin against his earthly warm ones. 

Can’t think right, too tongue-tied It must be love

“Warning noted.” Michael pulled Adam closer into an embrace, wrapping him under his wings as blue and wide as the sky itself. This was a new start, for both of them.

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The early birds sang their morning songs, he could hear the other animals waking up and readying to start another day in paradise, and yet, he couldn’t feel the morning sun’s familiar rays kissing his skin. Still, he was warm, comfortably warm wrapped around such a gently soft embrace like feathery clouds in the skies. The grass didn’t feel that way normally, did they? 

Adam’s eyes fluttered open, he wasn’t met with the usual idyllic scenery of perfection that was the garden of Eden, no, instead he awoke to something even more beautiful. Wrapped together around a cocoon of soft feathers, Adam awoke to an angel sleeping beside him, the glow of the morning warmly blanketing them both. Adam never truly took the time to appreciate the angel’s divine beauty, having taken his presence and time for granted. But now, he had the time and clarity to fully see it; the way his hair flowed like bright golden waves, framing his delicately pale face adorned with little gold stars that surrounded his currently hidden deep blue eyes. It was like he was admiring a priceless porcelain doll, looking so fragile and delicate, but Adam knew the strength that was hidden within, and that just made the figure in front of him even more beautiful in his eyes. 

Friends asking me where I’ve been hiding I’m losing hours in your eyes

Michael’s long lashes trembled slightly, it was Adam’s only warning before he was caught admiring the angel. 

“Good morning,” said Michael, voice a little husky as he gave Adam a small, loving smile. 

This was much too early for Adam’s heart, and so he quickly turned away to save himself from another heart attack. Michael slowly lifted his wings to allow Adam to get up, and though Adam was happy to have been provided an escape, he couldn’t help but already miss the soft embrace on his skin.

He turned back towards Michael, who remained lying on the grass. “Good morning,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. His heart couldn’t help but beam with joy when he awoke seeing Michael. Last night wasn’t a dream after all. Michael was here with him, and they were going to try this thing out.

The two sat there momentarily in peaceful silence, just basking in the prospect of a beginning they could start together. Both grateful and still in disbelief to even have this chance, happy to have finally found each other. 

Lost in your wonderland, I hope I’m never found There’s no one else around, tonight

Then suddenly Adam was back on the grass as Amora pounced on him, breaking the little moment he shared with Michael. She seemed to always have the perfect timing for everything that happened to Adam. She was oddly energetic and playful this morning as she kept on pouncing and pushing him around, but Adam, being only human, was no match to a jaguar’s playful roughhousing, and so he did the wisest thing he could do. With all of his strength that he could muster, he shoved Amora towards Michael, who, again, was still lying on the grass watching the two play. 

Amora landed heavily on Michael, her large body almost covering him entirely with only his white-blue wings, which splayed out in surprise, being visible. His little squeak was just the cherry on top. Normally, Adam might become a little concerned, having a large cat being dumped on you could hurt, at least for humans anyway. Michael was an angel, an archangel in fact, whose given role was literally to be God’s champion, and so Adam was far from worried. Or he was, but then Michael hadn’t moved for more than a minute now as Amora smugly sat on him, tucking her arms underneath her body trying to make herself as comfortable as possible. 

But then, Amora began to…float? Right, she began to float in the air before being tossed to the side, roughly enough to satisfy the big cat but also restrained enough to not cause any harm. And where Amora used to sit on was Michael, alive and well, completely unscathed as Adam had initially suspected. Now he felt rather silly for worrying even a little bit, crazy how certain attachments made him feel. Still, he held out his hand, ready to help Michael off the ground. Though before the angel even had the chance to grab his hand, Amora, fast as the wind, pounced back on Michael, this time without the restraint she held when playing with Adam now that she knew Michael could handle it. She pulled and pushed, shoving and tugging at the angel’s robes, still careful enough not to rip them apart. At one point, she even managed to put Michael’s entire head within her jaws. No one was injured, except maybe Michael’s hair, which was now a tangled, sticky, saliva covered mess.

I’m not so used to being happy Now I just float down every street

Adam kept a safe distance from the two, unwilling to be caught in their play lest he risk being mangled from the two’s human-unfriendly type of play. Though watching the two who were currently closest to his heart play around, made his chest feel all warm and soft, like a cosy hearth in the middle of a freezing winter, slowly warming up frozen hands from the harsh blizzard. He sat on a log a good distance from the two, simply waiting for either one of them to get bored or tire out. A smile from the innermost depths of his heart crept slowly up on his lips until it reached his eyes, the truest smile he’s had in a long time. 

Eventually, Amora got bored of the rough play fighting, shoving her large paw against Michael, pushing him away from her and towards Adam. That meant she had already had her fill of socialising for the rest of the day. Michael walked towards Adam, noticing the glowing smile painted on his beautiful face, the way his eyes crinkled as genuine happiness enveloped him. 

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Michael noted as he sat close beside Adam while trying to save what he could of his hair. 

“Huh? Oh–,” Adam quickly snapped out of his bliss as he mentally slapped himself. “What the fuck am I acting all blissful for?,” he asked himself before trying to put on a grumpy look on his face. Sure, it was adorable seeing Michael and Amora play together like that, but it was too soon for him to act all sappy like that. Anything could go wrong at any time, he shouldn’t get attached so soon. 

You made a sappy stupid something out of me The kind I swore I’d never be  I’m awake inside a dream

Michael poked Adam’s cheek. “Hm, I never thought I’d see you grumpy like this.”

“What? Are you regretting your choices already?,” Adam asked, a little snappy, but also a little worried. 

Michael chuckled lightly, a smile playing softly on his lips. “No, I think I find you very cute this way too.”

I’m all in, I’m fallin’ Can’t get back up

Whatever words Adam had ready instantly died in his throat, stuttering but unable to form anything comprehensible in the end. Though Michael didn’t need words to know what Adam felt. The bright red blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears and all the way to his neck was a clear enough message to him.

Can’t think right, too tongue-tied Come kiss me, convince me This must be, it must be love  (Must be love)

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[beneathashadytree]

what are your favourite unhinged headcannons for the lads/lnds LIs please?🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 like something that based on how they act in canon preferably but even if it's way left field, just something funny about them

I personally headcanon Zayne as autistic (my radar is going OFF) so I’m 100% projecting when I say that he’s definitely offended MANY superiors at university with his manner of speaking. This makes him feel absolutely HUMILIATED when he gets told off/reminded that not every takes his straightforwardness as a good thing. It’s why sometimes he often hesitates & rethinks his words with the MC; the Neurodivergent Struggle™️

Ever since he and MC started dating, he’s definitely caught himself looking in the mirror more than he ever did before. Not out of vanity, but merely checking in on his appearance every now and then. He’s more conscious of how he looks (in a good way!!) compared to how he previously viewed his body as simply a vessel before. Goes completely red when caught by them, and plays it off as checking for new scars (hint: there aren’t any this time).

Rafayel has a habit of making biting remarks as he gets all shy and defensive, but sometimes he doesn’t hear the double entendres behind his words until the MC smirks at him. Sometimes it’s purely coincidental and he goes beet red, other times he’s lowkey handing them bait to tease him. Maybe a small part of him likes it when he hears them say such scandalous things and joke around…

Delicate as his hands are, he’s got a pretty extensive knife collection. Super fancy too, like the stuff you’ll find at those oddly specific stores downtown where the single set of 6 pieces costs your left kidney and a leg. When he’s run out of inspiration, he sharpens them and takes VERY good care of them. This type of attention is also given to his beloved daggers and weapons of choice. Shiny = pretty is a very recurrent theme with him.

Xavier had gone through a phase where he was trying his best to adjust to life amongst humans, and that was when he was introduced to the wonders of pop culture and the entertainment world. So if he happens to hum along to insanely obscure songs that were popular a decades ago and somehow has every song by said artist memorized, don’t question it. He’s a multi-stan.

Being such a sleepy guy who’s barely conscious, Xavier has definitely skipped MANY relationship milestones with the MC by accidentally letting important words slip during phone calls. Whenever they call him and he’s just woken up, he just word-vomits/half-mumbles his way through his sappiest thoughts that come to him so easily (examples: “I love you so much” “Can’t wait till you marry me” and “Let’s buy a big house for our future family”)

This actually turned out to be more detailed than I thought it would be, sorry for rambling nonnie. This is practically a piece of writing on its own 😭😭

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "What will/do you like the most about them"

take a breath and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read about one or more of your current/next partner, fs/fp, destined person's quality that you appreciate or will appreciate the most. I feel this reading may work better for singles but I want to keep it open for people in a relationship too. If I have to be honest: this started first as an 18+ idea so I might get hints about that side of theirs too, but I turned it into a reading for everyone and I'll do my best to keep it so.

I will use present tense (despite I may fall into the future tense here and there too lol) just keep in mind it's cause it's for both situations.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one, there may be messages in each of those piles.remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.

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They are passionate, they're pure emotions. They are deep and... scorpionic(?). They are also mysterious, it's not easy to read their heart and mind. I think you may wonder how many people they have been (or are) with or if they are able to love at all (it depends, for some they may look a bit too "harsh"/closed off). For some, this person may be a bit "too private", like they don't let people in easily (but it's not that this has to be a bad trait at all). They may be pretty hot/fascinating and always surrounded by people (people tend to be really easily attracted by them); kinda gives player vibes (no matter their gender) but ofc it can only be vibes. May have also an important job (prob. finances)/be very ambitious/wealthy. They can transform a lot, maybe they know how to get people to like them cause they're very good to read them (a little bit manipulating?). They mostly seem this way though, especially to those who don't know them well or they're like this in their job (to clients). But they don't care. I don't think that's their true core anyway. You'll like the fact that they're more themselves with you and show you a side nobody else is really aware of. And you'll like the passion (*ahem, 18+ too*) and "bad" type-vibes they express. They may have been through some rough stuff, you'll like how strong and not scared to go deep down within themselves they are. They put their heart in all they do.

song: glowing in the dark | emily rowed

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You'll like their shape. How they look. You'll also like how adaptable they are. The're also not scared of being themselves, of making mistakes (eventually), of just being out and about and letting parts of themselves stay/stand out. Not scared of being seen for who they are. They're vulnerable (at times to a fault). You'll like that openness, that truth coming from them. "That's hot" I keep hearing. They seem in control of their life and to not care much about the obstacles on their path. Something as "You like me, good; you don't like me, good too". They seem to not care much about others' opinions or let those hinder them. they're very determined, they have goals and want to get there/have/realize them. But despite this huge masculine energy of theirs, they're also very tender and nice (they probably recently healed this part of them). They're not scared of letting their feminine energy out cause they know it's backed up by their masculine. Their mind is very interesting, they seem very collected, and bright. Smart (even book smart). Top grader, for some. They're creative and have beautiful ideas as well. You'll like their mind a lot. They also know how to wait for results. They also are very good with words and not scared of wording their emotions: they may often tell you what they think, also about you even at the most unexpected times (especially that they love you). They look very full of surprises for you. They'll surprise you a lot.

song: for you | liam payne, rita ora

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You'll love their purity. How emotional they feel. How giving to you they are. They would give you the moon and the stars if they could. You'll love how they love you. Even from the little things they do, the little attentions they give to you, how they remember the smallest details about you (you're not used to this). They are very determined to love you how you deserve, probably to teach you how to love yourself too. It's like a mission to them. They want to help you see your worth. You may meet them in a difficult time or they just like to be around to support you anytime you feel down. They like to take you by the hand and help you go on in your darkest hours. They really care deeply about you. They will help you be more brave, as they are. They aren't afraid of challenges, nor of changes. They seem very fulfilled emotionally so they love to give to you. You'll feel very blessed to have them around. Not sure if it's a romantic thing for everyone or it will be so for long, it could be a friend turning into romantic or vice versa. It feels kinda related to a specific time of your life (not for everyone though ofc). OR it may mean they'll bring a new chapter in your life and help you change yourself once and for all, be more out and about, be more in tune with your emotions and not scared of/overwhelmed by things (or you) not always being "perfect". They probably also have a more s3xual side to them not everyone is aware of and that may come out when you are ready too.

song: watch me burn | michele morrone

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I think you like the care/delicacy they show with you and your feelings. They don't rush, they understand and give you time. They are healing to you. You're probably a bit closed off atm, but they seem to be able to find their way right through you or aren't scared to put in some work to get to you (honestly it could be them too: for a few, they may be closed off and you'll need to put in some work to reach them). They support you and protect you too. They seem very very delicate with your emotional side. Very very sweet too. Really balanced between their masculine and feminine energy but very in touch with the feminine so to be welcoming and caring. They are able to see things from different perspectives, and they'd like for you to let them in. So be open with them, they won't judge you, just wanna help you (it may feel triggering at first cause you're not used to trust that much). They like to help people in general (may be their job too, somehow). You'll also like how stabilizing they feel to you, how grounding. They also feel very funny and enthusiastic, very positive in general, how good they are in letting go, and you probably will realize you missed that side in your life. They seem to be a teacher of yours for certain aspects of your life. You'll like how comfortable they feel, and you'll like they feel like a dream come true as well.

song: slow burn | kacey musgraves

[arcane-vagabond]

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Six

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Six

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Language, Murder, Flirty Bradley, Mean Girl Mandy, Dry humping, Kissing, Possessive Jake, Skipper having a mental breakdown of sorts.

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: I'm on a roll, y'all, but just know that a lot of this chapter was just pure self indulgence. If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! As always, reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond where I also post my updates!

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The rest of the night had been a blur, your head fuzzy from your encounter on the beach. Javy and Nat had kept a close eye on you after you almost walked into the water, making sure you stayed close. The rest of the gang had checked in on you, Bob wanting to take you back home, but you had insisted that you were staying, not wanting to ruin his night. You had caused enough trouble.

Your eyes had been unfocused as you stared down at the sand, vaguely aware of everyone laughing and having a good time. Your mind felt slow, your body sluggish as you sat by the fire. Your arms were wrapped firmly around your knees where they were pressed up against you.

You jumped when someone plopped down next to you, and your eyes widened as they took in Jake’s form. He sat cross legged, back straight as he gazed into the fire.

“You’re not nearly as good at pretending as you think you are,” he murmured, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. You felt your cheeks flush as you looked away from him.

“I don’t want them to worry.”

“It’s a little late for that, I think,” he murmured, a humorless chuckle escaping him. You squeezed your knees tighter, attempting to make yourself smaller as the guilt ate away at you.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you admitted quietly, feeling Jake’s stare on the side of your face. “I’m not usually like this, I swear.”

“I believe you,” he told you gently, earnestly. “No one here blames you for anything, Skipper.”

“They deserve to have fun,” you muttered miserably, feeling the tears prickle at your eyes. “They shouldn’t have to worry about me and whether or not I’m going to pass out or drown at every turn.”

“Trust me,” he said, turning to face you, “everyone here is having fun, and they like hanging out with you. If they didn’t, then they wouldn’t be worried in the first place.”

“Yeah?” You whispered, looking at him with uncertain eyes. He gave you a soft smile, nodding.

“Promise.”

Bob had come to collect you shortly after, the smell of beer on his breath as he dragged you to your feet, insisting that he was tired and that it was time to go home. You had given Jake a small smile before following him back home, Mickey making sure the two of you got there in one piece.

Now, you sat on the end of the couch in Bradley and Jake’s living room, the group somber as the news from earlier that morning hung in the air.

Another body had been found, a young woman who had been visiting her family on the island. She had been at the bonfire the night before, and you remembered seeing her briefly. Her body had been found in the early hours of the morning, and the police had told reporters that they were investigating all angles, meaning that despite the apparent murder spree, there had been alcohol in her system and they weren’t sure yet if she had been the victim of a freak accident or a murder.

“Mav won’t tell me much,” Bradley said, scratching his chin. “But he told me they think it’s connected to the others, even with all the beer she drank.”

“Should he really be telling you all of that?” Reuben asked, an incredulous look on his face. “I know he’s your godfather and all, but still.”

Bradley shrugged, seemingly nonplussed at the idea.

“We should go out and do something,” Nat suggested, looking around at everyone. “I don’t want to sit here and think about this all day. We need to go and get our minds off it.”

“And do what, exactly?” Mickey drawled, raising an eyebrow at her.

“We could go to the boardwalk?” Javy suggested, looking around at everyone as Mickey let out a groan.

“Again?” He asked. “There’s only so many times I can ride the coaster before it stops becoming fun.”

“Then ride something else,” Nat snarked, rolling her eyes.

“I think the boardwalk sounds like fun,” you smiled. “We could go swimming after? It would be a shame to waste the day inside.”

“I agree,” Jake nodded beside you, barely letting your mouth close before doing so. “Skipper makes a good point.”

“I’m sure she does,” Reuben snorted. You saw Jake frown at the other man as Mickey and Bob both tried to disguise their laughter with coughs.

“I’ll do whatever,” Bradley chimed in, looking more bored than anything. “Just so long as I don’t have to keep sitting here.”

“Wait,” Bob said, brow furrowing. “Isn’t the ocean dance festival tonight?”

Nat let out a groan as Mickey wrinkled his nose.

“They’re still doing that with everything going on?” He asked.

“Damn, I completely forgot about that,” Nat muttered, checking the time on her phone. She looked up at you, chewing on her bottom lip.

“Skipper, you didn’t happen to pack a fancy dress or anything, did you?”

“No?” You said slowly, regarding her carefully. She blew out a breath, nodding.

“Didn’t think so,” she muttered, moving to stand. “Well, you boys will have to have fun without us. Skipper and I have some shopping to do.”

“What?” You asked, eyes widening as Nat pulled you to your feet.

She chuckled. “We have to go get you a dress for tonight.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Reuben laughed, “the ocean dance festival is the one event all the girls in town look forward to. It’s an excuse for them to get all dressed up in pretty, fancy dresses and elaborate makeup while the rest of us try to decide which shirt is nice enough for us to pair with our jeans.”

“Ignore him,” she scowled, turning her attention back to you with an excited look. “It’s a lot of fun, Skipper. You gotta come!”

“I don’t know,” you trailed off, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. “I don’t even think I have enough to buy a fancy dress…”

“I’ll get one for you,” she said, raising her hand as you moved to protest. “Please, call it a ‘welcome to the island’ gift.”

“Also known as ‘Nat hasn’t gotten to play dress up with anyone in God only knows how long,’” Bradley joked, earning a glare from the brunette. Nat turned her pleading gaze to you, and you felt your resolve crumple.

“Alright,” you sighed. “Fine.”

An hour later you had a dress in your hands, Natasha still gushing about it beside you.

“You look so pretty in it, Skipper!” She exclaimed, mouth curved into an infectious grin, excitement radiating off of her in waves. “You’re going to be the talk of the town!”

“I highly doubt that, Nat,” you giggled.

“Trust me,” she chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows at you, “no one will be able to keep their eyes off of you once I’m through.”

You shook your head, not able to keep the amused smile off your face as the two of you made your way down the boardwalk. Several people were decorating a roped off area. Balloons, streamers, and ocean themed decorations littered the area, a stage sitting off to the side where a group of musicians were setting up their equipment.

“They really go all out for this dance, huh?” You mused, and Nat nodded.

“It’s been a part of the summer festivals since the town was founded. The city council and founding daughter’s group goes all out, which is the biggest reason why it wasn’t cancelled this year,” she explained. You hummed, eyes drifting to the familiar shop sign, and your eyes lit up.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, grabbing her hand. “Can we go in here really quick? There was something I wanted to get.”

“Mrs. Cambroni’s shop?” Nat frowned. “What could you possibly need from in here?”

“You’ll see,” you smiled. “Come on!”

The bell chimed as the two of you stepped in, and you greeted the old woman behind the counter with a smile. A handsome man stood with her, his eyes trained on the two of you, and you couldn’t help but feel like you had seen him somewhere before. His mocha skin had an underlying gold tone to it, dark hair cropped short. His dark, green eyes sent a shiver up your spine as he watched you.

“Good morning, dear!” Mrs. Cambroni greeted. “Back so soon?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’m actually looking for something, and I wondered if you might have it.”

“I’ll bet you anything she does,” the man chuckled. “My aunt has almost everything under the sun here in her little shop.”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Mrs. Cambroni muttered. “This is my nephew, Cole. He’s in from out of town. Natasha, dear, you remember Cole, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, shooting him a small wave. “It’s good to see you again!”

“Likewise,” he hummed, eyes darting back to you. “And you are?”

“Oh, sorry,” you blushed. “I’m Skipper.”

He chuckled once more. “That’s an unusual name.”

“It’s a nickname,” you murmured, ducking your head out of embarrassment. “It’s just what everyone calls me.”

“What was it you were looking for, dear?” Mrs. Cambroni asked you. “Was it something for the festival tonight?”

“Sort of,” you started, moving forward and digging in your bag. You pulled out the large, black pearl, showing it to her. “I was hoping you’d have something for me to put this in so I could wear it.”

“I have just the thing,” she smiled, rounding the corner of the counter as she darted off to one of the far corners of the shop.

“Will we see you at the festival tonight, Cole?” Nat asked him, moving to stand next to you. Cole laughed lightly, ducking his head down before looking back up at her.

“I might make an appearance, yeah. It’ll be nice to see some familiar faces again.”

“You’re from here?” You asked him. He nodded.

“Grew up here before deciding to go to school down south. I live there full time now, but figured I’d come up and visit with my aunt for the summer.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you,” you grinned. Your grin faded as the nagging feeling in the back of your head grew louder. You knew him, you were sure of it. “I’m so sorry, but have we met?”

He grinned at you. “Not officially, but you did bump into me the other day over by the tilt-o-whirl.”

“Oh,” you balked. His words sank in, and you felt your skin flush as embarrassment washed over you. “Oh. Oh my god. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s all water under the bridge,” he said, waving you off. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fallen victim to that damn thing myself.”

You smiled at his words, feeling the tension lift from your shoulders.

At that moment, Mrs. Cambroni came walking back over, a golden chain dangling from her hand. It was beautiful, the chain holding a collection of smaller ones that held a cradle for a pearl to rest in, practically forming a raindrop. The old woman held her hand out, and you placed the black pearl gently in her outstretched palm. She fiddled with the necklace before showing it to you proudly.

“Turn around, dear, and I’ll put it on you.”

You did as instructed, moving your hair to give her easy access. Once she was done, she gestured towards the mirror that rested on top of the counter.

“Have a look!” She smiled. You did so, marveling at how the pendant rested perfectly just above the curves of your breasts.

“It’s perfect!” You gushed, looking over at her. She returned your smile warmly resting a hand against the counter.

“You know,” she began, a knowing glint in her eye. “The ocean dance festival has a longstanding tradition in this town as being a way for sea people to gain the attention of a potential mate.”

You could practically feel Natasha’s eye roll as you looked at the old woman, eager to hear more.

“It was a festival where potential mates dressed up in their best clothing to attract attention. Boys and girls alike dressed in elaborate costumes to showcase their assets,” she hummed as you paid for the necklace. “But, I suppose now it’s just an excuse for young ladies like yourself to get all dolled up for an evening of fun.”

“We have a friend who said something similar, actually,” you giggled. Mrs. Cambroni smiled, and Natasha grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the door.

“Well, it’s been fun, Mrs. Cambroni, but we only have so much time to get ready before the festival starts. It was good to see you, Cole!” she called over her shoulder as she walked through the door.

“Why do you keep doing that?” You scowled at her as she dragged you down the street and towards her house.

“Because Cambroni is a nut,” she retorted, sparing you a glance from over her shoulder. “And you should take everything she says with a grain of salt. Besides, I wasn’t kidding. We only have so long before the festival starts, and while I am skilled at what I do, I need all the time I can get to get us both ready.”

Five hours later, and you found yourself standing on the boardwalk once again, fingers fidgeting with the green tulle of your dress. Nat had done an amazing job, not that you were surprised. The dress she had picked out for you was a beautiful sage green, puffy sleeves hanging off the shoulder as they met at the sweetheart neckline. Your new necklace hung just above your cleavage, and your makeup was simple, more natural looking than her own. She had kept it light, forgoing much of the costume vibes that other girls had seemingly gone for. Your eyes were dusted in a gold powder along with the edges of your lips, tiny pearls scattering the edges of your eyes. She had smeared some of the gold dust along your neck as well as your shoulders and collarbone, nothing to ostentatious, but just enough to draw attention to the skin there.

Nat herself looked absolutely stunning. Her red dress was strapless, a bunch of fabric folded on her hip to give the appearance of a rose bloom. Red eyeshadow creeping up her temples, and she had chosen a dark red lipstick to complete the look. She was beautiful, and she carried herself with confidence.

“Where are those idiots,” Nat muttered to herself, typing away at her phone as she attempted to track down the rest of your friends. A low whistle had the two of you turning, seeing Bradley with a wide grin on his face as he looked at the two of you along with the rest of the boys.

“Well, don’t you two clean up nice,” he hummed, eyes taking you both in appreciatively, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. Nat frowned at him, giving him a once over, taking in his jean shorts and Hawaiian shirt.

“Did you even try?” She asked him.

“The ladies love me for what I offer, Natasha,” he retorted with a wistful sigh as he shoved his hands his pockets.

“And what is that? An eighties porno stache and a collection of bargain bin dad shirts?” She threw back, causing snickers to float around your little group. Bradley took it in stride, smiling lazily at her as he shot you a wink.

“She’s just mad because she doesn’t look as good as we do, Skipper,” he whispered to you conspiratorially, causing you to giggle.

“Keep dreaming, Bradshaw,” Nat laughed, eyes peeking over at Javy who looked at her fondly. You smiled at the sight, eyes drifting over the group before they landed on those oh so familiar green ones.

Jake’s eyes bore into you, drinking you in, and you suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze. You smiled at him shyly, and you saw his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly.

“You look great, Skip!” Bob chirped as he popped up beside you. You broke eye contact with Jake to smile up at your best friend.

“Thanks!” You said, giving him a once over and cocking an eyebrow. “Did your mom make you wear that?”

“That obvious, huh?” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Only a little,” you giggled.

“Man, I’m starving!” Mickey groaned. “Let’s go get some food!”

He moved towards the growing crowd as the rest of you followed suit. Jake fell in step next to you, eyes still watching you.

“You look nice, too,” you whispered, watching as a dusting of pink made its way onto his cheeks. He smiled warmly at you.

“Not as nice as you do,” he murmured. You felt yourself preen at his words, pushing your shoulders back slightly. Jakes eyes darted down, widening at the sight of your pendant. He looked like he was about to say something, but a voice cut him off.

“Jake!”

The two of you turned to see an older woman, maybe in her late forties, waving at him. Her blonde hair was piled intricately in an updo, her white dress glowing in the setting sun. Jake smiled at her before looking back at you, gesturing for you to follow him.

She was even more beautiful up close, smile lines evident on her face as her eyes darted between the two of you, a question in her green eyes.

“Hey, mom,” Jake greeted her, wrapping her in a hug. “Wasn’t expecting to see you so early in the night. Where’s Dad?”

“Oh, your father wanted to wrap some things up at the office,” she chuckled, eyes trained on you as she spoke, a kind smile on her red lips. “Who might this be?”

“Mom, this is Skipper,” he said, smiling down at you softly. “Skipper, this is my mom, Nicola.”

“Please, honey. Call me Nikki,” she hummed at you, eyeing your neck. “My, don’t you look a vision tonight?”

“Oh, thank you,” you blushed. “I love your dress.”

“This old thing?” She scoffed, smiling warmly. “I’ve worn this dress to this festival for the past five years. I’ve been meaning to go out and get a new one, but who has the time?”

“Mom is one of the main people who plans this festival,” Jake explained.

“It’s always been my favorite,” she sighed, eyes growing hazy as she lost herself in thought. “It’s where your father and I became exclusive, you know.”

“Oh, like those stories,” you said. Nikki’s eyes looked at you curiously, and you felt yourself blush once again. “Mrs. Cambroni was telling me about the origin of the festival this morning.”

“Goodness, that woman certainly loves to meddle, doesn’t she?” Nikki hummed. Her attention was drawn away from you as a figure joined you.

“Hi, Nikki,” Mandy drawled, a tight smile on her face.

Nikki smiled warmly at her, taking in her appearance. Mandy wore a dark blue dress that hung off her shoulders, the neckline dipping dangerously low as the rest of the material clung to her every curve. Her eyes were painted in dark blue powder with gold accents, her lips a ruby red. She looked perfect.

“Hi, honey!” Nikki chirped. “You look…nice this evening!”

“Thank you,” Mandy smirked, eyes darting over to look at Jake, a frown on his lips. “I had this dress custom ordered for the occassion.”

“Mandy, do you know Skipper?”

Mandy glanced at you, smirk turning cruel as she took you in.

“Well,” she chuckled. “Looks like you clean up well after all. What a lovely surprise.”

You felt a wave of embarrassment roll over you, eyes darting around to try and find an exit from the suddenly tense conversation. Nikki seemed to notice the shift as well, and she frowned, eyes peering at Mandy who seemed none the wiser. The brunette turned to Jake with a smile as the band began to play.

“Jake, you’ll dance with me, won’t you?” She asked him, batting her eyelashes. You weren’t a jealous person, and you especially weren’t when it came to someone you weren’t dating. That’s why it came as a surprise to you when anger rose up in your throat at the way she looked at him, the mark on your neck pulsing. Mine, it said.

You were briefly aware of the smirk that adorned Nikki’s lips before she turned to Mandy.

“Actually, honey,” she interjected, “I was hoping you could come help me with something.”

Mandy gritted her teeth but offered the older woman a tight smile. “Of course.”

Nikki gestured for the brunette to follow, casting one last look over her shoulder at you, eyes shining mischeivously before disappearing into the crows. Jake let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair nervously before looking over at you.

“Do you,” he started, shifting from one foot to the other. “Do you want to dance with me?”

Your eyes met his green ones, shining with anticipation.

“I would love to,” you said softly. Jake beamed, moving to rest a gentle hand on the small of your back as he guided you towards the dancefloor. Several other couples swayed with the music, and you grinned when you saw Javy and Nat across the way, Nat’s head resting against his chest as he held her gently.

Your attention was torn away as Jake’s hands moved to rest on your hips, and you placed your arms around his neck. The air around you seemed to buzz with a pleasant warmth, the warmth of his hands causing heat to spread through you.

“Your mom is nice,” you commented in an attempt to distract yourself from the all consuming feeling as the two of you began to move with the music.

“She is,” he agreed, smiling down at you fondly. “She likes you, too.”

“How do you know that?” You asked him with a chuckle.

“She wouldn’t have dragged Mandy away if she didn’t,” he surmised, thumb stroking along your hip, sending a shiver up your spine.

“I thought she liked Mandy?”

“She does,” Jake replied. “In her own way. She knows Mandy can be…difficult.”

You hummed. “Then why did she want you to be with her?”

Jake sucked in a breath, lips forming a grimace as he answered. “Her and Mandy’s mom have been friends since they were in diapers. Their dream was for their kids to one day end up together, getting married and growing old. We come from two very prominant families, and it was an added bonus that us being together would help present a picture perfect ideal to everyone else. It was perfect.”

You noted the sense of bitterness his tone took on as he spoke, and your thumb brushed softly against the nape of his neck, causing him to suck in a small breath and tighten his hold on your waist ever so slightly.

“But?” You asked him, and he sighed.

“But, I wasn’t happy,” he admitted, his gaze meeting yours. “I love my parents, but their dream wasn’t mine. I’ve only ever wanted to make them happy, and if it meant putting my own happiness on the backburner, then I was willing to do that.

“And now?” You whispered, the two of you slowing to a stop as the song ended. Jake’s hands still gripped you tightly, no sign of letting go as he stared at you.

“Now,” he said slowly, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

The two of you stood in the middle of the dancefloor as the band moved into the next song, the couples around you beginning to move again. You suddenly felt too warm, and Jake must have noticed your change in demeanor because he pulled away from you, hand gripping your left one as he dragged you away from the crowd. You let him lead you through the throng of people, and you noticed Mickey, Reuben, and Bob chatting with Mrs. Cambroni and Cole, all of them laughing amongst each other. Mrs. Cambroni caught your eye and shot you a wink as she sipped from her glass. You saw Bradley, Javy, and Nat laughing not too far away, but it was the cold, calculating blue eyes that cut through the warmth that surrounded you.

Mandy watched as the two of you maneuvered through the crowd. She disappeared from sight as Jake rounded the stage, the wall blocking most of the sound as he led you further down the otherwise deserted boardwalk. The music faded as the two of you kept walking, and finally Jake came to a hault. He turned, hands grasping your waist as he lefted you onto the railing, making sure you were comfortable before stepping in to the space where your thighs were parted. His hands remained on your waist as he gazed up at you.

“Feel better?” He asked you.

“Much,” you answered, smiling softly at him. “Thank you.”

Jake hummed as his hands made small strokes up and down your waist. The two of you remained silent, just enjoying the moment.

“The others said you didn’t feel like you had options before,” you hummed quietly, eyes darting up to meet his. “I’ve been wondering what they meant by that.”

Jake didn’t say anything, eyes searching yours before slowly leaning in. You felt his warm breath fan over your face, and your heartbeat quickened in your chest. He paused, eyes hooded as he watched you, watched the way your chest heaved at his close proximity, watched as your eyes begged and pleaded with him to close the gap, but still he waited.

You let out a strangled cry as the feeling of having him so close became too much, and you surged forward, pressing your lips against his. You felt like you were melting from the inside out as your lips molded against his, and Jake let out a pleasured groan, hands pulling you closer to him as his body molded into yours. You gasped as your thighs parted even more, allowing him to press his knee into your core. Jake took advantage of this, licking into your mouth with languid thrusts that matched the slow rhythm of his thigh as it grinded against you. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on the blond locks in a way that had him moaning into your mouth. You ground your hips down experimentally onto him, earning a groan as he pulled away from you, nipping on your bottom lip before placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he moaned, lips placing hot, open mouthed kisses along your jaw before moving down your neck. You tilted your head to the side, offering him more access to which he eagerly took advantage of. You let out a whimper as his lips brushed the nape of your neck, a smirk forming on his lips as he began to bite and suck on the skin there, leaving behind what was sure to be a sizeable hickey.

“Jake,” you whispered breathlessly, hips still grinding down on him. His hands glided up the expanse of your body, his right hand cupping your breast and squeezing. You threw your head back, crying out in ecstasy.

“So pretty like this, baby,” he rasped, thrusting his hips up into your clothed core. “Think you can come like this? Wish you could see yourself. See how hot you look as you’re about to come just from grinding down on me.”

Your eyes were hooded as you looked at him, silently begging him to make you come. His eyes glowed in the low light, the sun having already disappeared beneath the horizon. Jake pressed a tender kiss to your lips, and you brought a hand down to his jaw to keep him there. He pulled back slightly, one of his strong hands on your waist as he guided you over his thigh.

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he watched you, a hypnotic lilt to his tone as he drank in the sight of you, fucked out and at his mercy. “And all mine. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded vigorously, words escaping you, but Jake shook his head.

“Say it,” he groaned, “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you sobbed, your high so close as you rubbed yourself furiously down onto him. Jake’s eyes danced in delight, a smirk on his lips as he watched you use him for your own pleasure. But then the smirk dropped and his eyes flashed dangerously as he pulled away. You mewled at the loss of contact, reaching out fo him. He took you in his arms, spinning you so that you were pressed behind him, and you were vaguely aware of the sound of a snarl as your head whirled around you. The intense warmth spreading through you was drenched with an ice cold feeling as a familiar cry rang out in the night.

The song was beautiful, higher pitched than the others you had heard previously, sending a mix of terror and a need to obey running through you. You made to move, but Jake’s arms held you firm. The song called to you again and you felt tears spring to your eyes at the conflicting feelings inside you. You’re breath came out shaky, and Jake turned to look at you. He grabbed your shoulders gently, green eyes boring into yours desperately.

“Skipper,” he crooned, a hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. “Listen to me.”

You wanted to, but the song still called to you, warring with the one coming from Jake as he continued.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he cooed, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “Stay with me. Be my good girl. ”

Your eyes darted back and forth between him and the water where the song called for you to follow. A sob wracked your body as you through yourself into Jake, arms wrapping around him as you buried your face into his neck. He shushed you, rubbing at your back gently, and you were vaguely aware of the sound of your friends joining you. A warm hand rested on your upper arm like the person was going to pull you away, and you let out a desperate cry, clinging to Jake with all your strength as he let out a snarl. You paid no mind to the conversation around you as Jake held you to him, still cooing a song into your ears. You weren’t sure when exactly the other song ended, but you began to relax somewhat in Jake’s hold. You slowly came to, just as Bradley heaved out a sigh.

“Yeah, she’s staying with us tonight.”

[shidouryusm]

Ghost town of youth - Suguru x reader

w/c -> 1.2k

contents -> bittersweet, angst, lots of metaphor and sea references, ig that's all

a/n -> idk man I just had a random wave of sadness about suguru and my tears wrote it. If y'all like it please support me via reblogs and comments :) also first time wrote geto idk whether I did a good job or not but I do love the lil sea metaphors here teehee. not proofread

The air brushes past you, little beads of salt sticking to your face and the skin of your lips. The sand below dips your heels deep into their abyss while the pull of the saltwater sweeps the particles back and forth in that white bed of grains. You feel the briney air kiss the strands of your hair as each of the thread dances to the unheard song of the dusk. 

The sound of waves are muted, almost too quiet to hear as they break against your ankles, resembling foams of soaps clinging to your feet submerged right where the shore begins. The ambience was scenic; the scent of the sea alluring to bask in, but there laid something that amplified the beauty of this nature more. 

Before you, was a sight that could only be called righteous – unadulterated and wholesome. Pure and tranquil. Far from any darkness that looms out there. 

The girls were silhouetted by the dying sun, their little figures prancing around the darkening sea, their pigtails dances along the motion. And behind them, you see him – arms outstretched, chasing the girls as they squeal and run and run further away from him. Their laughter doubles in pitch and happiness as he makes some kind of gurgling sound, imitating a monster. 

The chuckles of the two girls mixes with the breeze, creating a song even more melodious to tune into. Your lips curl into a comforting smile as their giggles mends your heart a little more than the day before. 

Suguru has left his monk attire at home, rather donning himself in a blue hawaiian shirt. He sends a glance across your way, eyes crinkled shut and a smile that translates to save me from this. You smile back, daring yourself to not show the inner turmoil creeping up on your face while you admire them from afar. 

It has been four years ever since Mimiko-Nanako stepped into your life and even though the aftermath of their entrance has been ugly, their simple presence and smiles were like bandaids on the scarred wounds. Like anchors holding both of your boats in an unrestrained sea.

But as much as they are a blessing, a hidden, fragmented part of your heart dares to speak out – wishing Suguru had never accepted that mission. That way he wouldn’t have to see their helpless faces smushed against each other, looking up at him in horror, with their little bodies trembling. Maybe that would have saved Suguru from the apocalypse he set into motion himself. 

Maybe today under the setting embers of the sun, you would be laughing with Satoru, Shoko and Nanami. 

Maybe then, Suguru wouldn’t have to creep up to you, farway in Sendai during your mission, offering you a portal to a completely different life– a life facing against the very people you once called home. 

You were ordered for immediate report on the sight of this man but seeing him in flesh had left your body to stand where it was. Eyes drinking him from head to toe. 

Was it your body that responded or the thrumming heart of yours that was branded by his name forever? You never questioned it. You never felt the need to because from that day onwards, Mimiko-Nanako had found another parent and jujutsu world lost another one. 

You missed Satoru. His obnoxious laughter, his lame but unnecessary sunglass collections that he possessed. Was he still this haughty or the loss of his dearests had left him in a loophole. Forced him to take responsibilty and raise a generation of strongest sorceres? You missed Shoko and the stench of the cigarettes she pulled out at the most random places, attracting glares of surprise and offence. Does she still smoke just like Iori drinks in secrecy? Heck you even missed Mei’s random bets with alarming amounts of yen and Nanami’s exasperated sighs. You missed everything. You missed everyone. 

And most of it all, you missed your Suguru. You missed the way his eyes used to twinkle at your random dates across Shinjuku. You missed his smile before he executed on planning devious pranks on you, with Satoru, only to later coax you with sweet words, kisses and hugs. 

You missed the genuinity of his smile. A smile that was robbed by the world. A smile robbed from you. You failed to protect him in your heart and now he has crumbled to pieces, along with the walls of your heart that promised his security. 

Slammed himself into a realm of extreme ideology that you still can’t bring yourself to accept. You don’t speak about it. Your blind acceptance was a testament of your loyalty to him. Your love that continued to grow only, swallowing you like a boa constrictor. You know his path is wrong. It is bloody and it’s killing every last bit of light in him, along with you. You clutch your chest as if holding your heart physically could help it from shattering apart.

You haven’t used jujutsu technique ever since that day. Suguru has accepted it. Upon enduring the death of his closed ones, your death would make him lose every resolve that is holding him by the thread to not go on a rampage. 

But how much of this can you tolerate? How many sleepless nights would it take on your end to finally stand on the line Suguru started his journey?

Your closed eyes didn’t sense his presence near you until large frame of his hands cages you in his hold, his mild scent wafting in your nose along with the oceany smell. 

“Anything on your mind?” his soft voice reaches your ear and the knife in your heart twists a little bit more. His head rests against your shoulder, little tufts your hair tickling your skin and suddenly you are teleported to the blue youthful days. Summer beach dates and hidden makeout sessions.

Only if you could have been saved.

You shake your head, leaning more into his touch while both of you watch your girls play, like a family promised of happiness. His embrace was the embodiment of chalk and cheese– with the warmth that served like a blanket in the chilly air yet the bloody coldness feeling like hugging a teddy bear fashioned with shards of glass. He holds you a little bit tighter, and you wonder whether he knows the dirty game of predicament your heart plays on you everyday. 

He probably does. your silent sobs never goes unheard in his ears. his heart aches for you but he knows where your love lies. Where your heart lies.  Anchored right against him. the only thing he can wait for is to let it rust. To let you strengthen yourself on your own in this doomed world. Even without your gallantry, your abandonment from jujutsu, he is assured about your support. Your love for Mimiko-Nanako and for him is what he may fight and die for. 

You watch Suguru drag his feet against the wet sand, absentmindedly trailing a path that you followed suit, your feet behind him on the white trail. He chuckles at your doing while you chime in, both of you indulging in a silly act of your own while your bodies flush against each other. Minds racing with thoughts but reaching one common destination - each other.

The sunset is beautiful and you wish time stalled here, you wished for the water to be this calm and you wished this little bubble of family remained as it is – playing in the ebbing waves under the twilight sky painted in the lightest pink. You know you haven’t caught up to him. Still following him just like the trails of the sand you both created. Maybe you never will. But moments like these where your heart aches for him and you are sent into the ghostown of his past, you can snuck in the happiness you had felt in the long lost youth. 

Who knows? Maybe Suguru will too.

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dividers from @/cafekitsune

[mustainegf]

okok so 1983 James is like your childhood best friend and you basically know everything about eachother but something you don’t know is that he’s like secretly really obsessed with you to the point where he has a bunch of candid picture of you in his room, watch’s you sleeping, and steals some of your clothes just to smell you when you aren’t around. AGH i can’t think of a story so you can just like do the rest

Did these as headcannons cuzzzzzzz why not

WARNINGS: James is a bit of a pervert, obsession

You and James have known each other since you were kids, growing up in the same neighborhood.

You’ve seen each other through every phase, from awkward pre-teens and rebellious teenagers.

What you don’t know is that James’s feelings for you have grown far beyond friendship.

He’s secretly obsessed with you, to the point where he has a collection of pictures of you hidden in his room.

These photos capture moments when you’re unaware of the camera, laughing, reading, or simply lost in thought.

He goes through them almost every night, just staring at you when he can’t in person

Whenever you crash at his place, of vice versa, James watches you sleep.

He swears up and down to himself that it’s not creepy (it’s a bit creepy)

He finds peace just at the sight of you, your face and the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe.

His obsession has led him to take some of your clothes.

It started with a shirt you left behind, but it quickly escalated to more intimate items, your bras and even panties.

He keeps them hidden in a drawer, taking them out when he misses you the most.

He’ll bury his face in them, inhaling your scent and imagining you’re close. Maybe even touching him.

James isn’t just obsessed with you sexually though, he’s enamored by your pure beauty.

He loves to watch you when you’re not looking, whether you’re singing along to a song, or maybe lost in thought.

To him, you’re the most beautiful person in the world inside and out. Even if he shows it in a weird way.

His desire for you often overwhelms him. Late at night, he’ll take your stolen panties and use them while he jerks off, imagining it’s your hand or mouth on him instead.

He’s filled with guilt after, but you’re too powerful to resist.

I feel like James is super protective of you. He’s always looking out for you, making sure you’re safe.

If anyone ever hurt you, they’d have to answer to him. He’d do anything to keep you safe, even if it means crossing lines. Many lines

Though his feelings are intense, James is careful not to let them show. He’s terrified of ruining your friendship.

Besides he likes the system you have now, slowly stealing more undergarments, and keeping this secret of his.

But every once in a while, his emotions slip through like mentioning something he maybe shouldn’t know.

For now, he keeps his obsession a secret, savoring every second he has with you. Even if you don’t know he’s watching.

[abiiors]

Veee could you write something with matty where reader is also an artist (a way less known one) and its just pure fluff with both of them being inspired by one another?

Feel free to ignore ofc!!🫶🫶🫶

muse - matty x reader

a/n: this took a very different direction than originally planned and got slightly existential sorry about that 💀💀 but i hope you like it regardless <33

divider by @/cafekitsune

cw: mentions of smut, talks of death, general fluff and sappiness.

the artist flicks through the feature.

her name is printed in big letters on the cover of the monthly issue, her face--smiling and excited--next to the centrepiece of her latest art collection: cupid and psyche. the painting is stunning, a riot of bold colours and patterns but the at the centre is a man, his face hidden, his jet black curls tousled. his body is relaxed, she thinks there's an air of carefreeness about him.

and she'd know that for sure, after all that day is etched into her memory.

when she feels a familiar pair of arms wrap around her, she smiles.

"you're rather proud of the feature, aren't you?" matty's voice holds a little teasing note. she's stared at the feature for close to thirty minutes now, discreetly pinching herself in the same spot on her arm. (it sports a tiny, barely-there bruise now)

"good," matty nuzzles his face into her neck, softly kissing the skin, "you should be. the exhibit was fucking gorgeous."

"mmm, because you were the centrepiece?" fondly, she teases back, but the memory flashes in front of her eyes--the bustling art gallery, matty in a corner, wearing a plain hoodie and jeans and a cap hiding half of his face, absolutely brimming with pride.

she remembers the journalists asking about the man in all the paintings, the one whose face no one can see. "he's my muse," she says every time, "this collection is dedicated to him."

"someone's going to connect the dots," matty walks around her, settling himself next to her on the sofa. instantly, they rearrange themselves into a tangle--her legs on his lap, his arm around her, her head on his shoulders, his head on hers. "if they looked carefully, they'll make the connection."

"matty, we have been each other's muse for years and no one's found out. i don't think they're going to start now. besides," she snorts, "i think the art world thinks i've made you up in my mind. won't be the first time an artist's gone insane."

matty laughs. "maybe you have. you always say i'm too good to be true."

when she can't think of a retort, she sticks her tongue out, shrieking away when he smothers her in kisses.

"seriously though, it's fun writing about you. singing about you. and i love seeing myself through your eyes." suddenly matty sounds all sober and serious. she thinks his voice even wavers slightly at the end. he blinks quickly though, and just like that the brightness in his eyes is gone.

"love it when you write about me too," she teases, "love being called a gemini and a sexy girl, such poetry."

"oi! i put my heart into that! it's a precious memory for me."

"the memory of us fucking in the new bath for the first time?"

matty giggles like a teenager, hiding his face in her hair. it's fun to rile him up like this, so she continues, poking him in the ribs. "or waking up the next day with a head cold because we stayed in the cold water for so long hmm?"

"you took care of me though, and so i think you deserve to have a song written about you. or a whole album works too i think." then matty tuts. "actually, no. don't wanna tell anyone it's about you, that'll ruin the magic."

"ruin the magic?"

"of being your muse and having you as mine. i think a hundred years from now, when people would see your art as the artwork of this generation, and my music as the tune of our times--"

"tune of our times..."

"yeah, quit laughing at me!" matty flicks her nose, quickly kissing it after. "so when my music becomes the tune of our times, i think people will see it then. they will make the connections."

secretly, she loves the idea--that their love might transcend time and space through their art. that decades from now their names might be whispered together, even though they aren't just yet.

"of course, we'll be buried together by then. same grave by the way, very romeo and juliet of us."

"that's morbid!" she laughs sharply, "what will the epitaph say?"

matty hums for a bit, thinking, his eyes flutter shut for a second or two almost like he needs to focus on the half formed thought until it's a complete sentence. then he excitedly clears his throat and gently holds her face between his hands.

"here lie the artist and the muse; inspiring each other in death as they did in life."

[c0smopolitan]

The Bug Collector

A/n: I’m late but it’s here😍, this was gonna be a completely different fic but I had a crisis half way through and deleted it because I hated it. Learned “The Bug Collector” on guitar today so I decided to fuel this fic on that song. This is all fluff and based off the house in cmbyn since I love it sm in the movie. Only proofread once and povs change in this but I might fix that later. That’s all, Thanks!

Description: A morning in your life with James after you graduated Hogwarts.

Warnings: none this is pure fluff, James Potter x f!Reader, if you don’t like bugs or would never touch one willingly maybe you won’t like this lmao, James is a doting bf and gets jealous of a millipede, James knows how to work muggle items, that’s about it.

“Come here James.” You call out softly. James mutters a “yes love” as he finishes up watering the flowers in your garden. You continue to pick oranges from the tree in your yard with the help of your wand. He finishes watering the last flower and puts down the watering can, jogging over to you.

He gives you a quick kiss on the side of your cheek before pulling out his wand to help you with the oranges.

This domestic life was everything you dreamed of and more.

After James had picked the last orange, he put it in your basket and made his way to the kitchen where he turned the juicer on to make fresh orange juice.

You prepped the table outside for your breakfast and grabbed the plates from the kitchen and placed them out where you and James usually sat.

James called your name from kitchen and you promptly made your way inside. “Yes love?” You respond at the doorway. James looked over his shoulder at your figure and smiled. “Come make the eggs with me love, the juice is all done.”

You smiled and nodded, making your way over to where James stood above the stove with the pan in his hand, as you grabbed the eggs from the fridge.

🌱Time skip🌱

James ate next to you quietly after you were done eating while you sat with your sketchbook, drawing the green lacewings that sat on the flowers in a vase that was on your table.

He quietly got up and took his plate to the kitchen, coming back with two small jars in hand. “Here love, for the bugs.” You smiled up at James and he leaned down to peck you on the lips.

🌱later on🌱

James went inside the house to go get something while you made your way over to the peach tree in your garden where bugs prominently hung around.

You looked down to the base of the tree where you saw a millipede latched to it. You smiled softly and picked it up from where it was stood still, placing it in one of the small jars James gave you.

You sit yourself down, back against the tree, placing the jar down onto the ground in front of you where the sun shone the brightest and grabbed the sketchbook from its place between your arm and chest, placing it onto your lap. You grab a pencil from your pocket and begin to sketch the millipede who stayed still in the jar.

🌱10 mins later🌱

As you were finishing up your sketch you heard footsteps coming towards you. You look up to see no other than James coming towards you, book in hand.

“Thought I’d stay out here a while longer with you.” He says with a grin, you smile up at him with a nod.

“Ok,” you mumble. “Almost done with this, then I’ll let him go.” He nods and sits next to you on the tree. “Thought you were gonna collect it?” You shake your head while drawing the last of its legs.

“Don’t need to,” you say absentmindedly. “I already have a millipede at home, but this one’s bigger than Sunny so I wanted to sketch it.” You conclude, finished with your sketch.

He snorts and you look at him confused, getting up and dusting your pants off before picking the jar up. “What’s so funny Potter.” You banter as you walk a few feet towards the small forest next to your home and place the jar horizontally for the bug to crawl out of.

He comes up behind you, and wrapping his arms around your waist while you wait for the big to crawl out. “You named a millipede Sunny.” He says with a laugh. “S’cute.” He says, kissing your cheek.

You roll your eyes playfully and lean into his hold, tilting your head up to look at him just for him to already be looking at you. “Love you so much you know that?” He says looking at you with so much love.

Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink and you turn your body around to have your arms around his neck. “So sappy.” You say with grimace, but the grin on your face gave you away. “Only for you love.” He says, returning the grin and placing a soft kiss on your temple.

You stand there with each other for a few moments before you feel a crawling sensation on your leg. You look down confused, just to see the millipede crawling up your leg. You begin to laugh at it stopping its midway up your leg.

James looked down, confused as to what you were laughing at and sees the millipede on your leg. You laugh harder when it starts crawling faster while you’re trying to grab it.

You grabbed the millipede and held it in your hand, cooing at it while you began to walk away, trying to find somewhere to put it.

James didn’t share the same sentiment as you towards the millipede. “Cheeky bastard.” James mumbled while you placed it down on the ground, a few feet away from where you two were previously standing. You laughed at the jealousness James held towards an insect.

You walk back over to James, to see him eyeing the millipede as it crawled away. You look at him and shake your head, grabbing his arm and taking him back to where you two were sat before.

“You can’t be serious James.” You snort. He shrugs and sits down on the tree, moving your sketchbook and his book to the side next to him, leaving room for you to sit on his lap.

“He knew what he was doing.” He grumbled. You shook your head with a smile and sat on his lap, laying your back against his chest while he wrapped his left arm around you.

“Let’s continue reading ‘Great Gatsby’ like we were yesterday.” James said with enthusiasm, and you nodded with a soft smile, placing your head in the crook of his neck as he grabbed the book and turned to the page you left off on.

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Lee Minho (Lee Know) Perspective Reading

Disclaimer: I don't claim to know him, just a girl with cards. If you have a set perfect image of him, keep it moving, if not, enjoy the ride. This is just my interpretation of the energy and cards I get.

Alright, so decided to go with him for the next reading now that we are in Scorpio season, why not get to him as there was someone interested in his reading. The song that came to me, like Taehyun, it came very quickly was Beautifully Broken by Ashley Simpson. At first, I had no clue what song this was. I just heard the song name, so had to look it up, and I realized it was an old song I used to like. The lyrics that stood was 'I am beautifully broken, and I don't care who knows it.' Honestly, this is so Scorpio energy. I am not sure if he wears his scars on his sleeve, not sure why that came up, but he may be unapologetic about who he is, including his flaws, he may even embrace them. I am not too familiar with him, so this will be fun to dig in and see what I can get. He can sometimes be hard to read for me, so not sure how deep he will let me go.

Okay, well this was the quickest I have seen this deck of cards fall out, since doing this, and a lot wanted to pop out, so there can be a lot lurking within him in the shadows here. I get a sense he needs some sort of struggle or pain to kind of feel anything. He may feel like a shell of himself. It is like he needs to feed off of something, maybe others to feel anything. I mean, this colorless Angel card is kind of like someone lifeless and cold. Or someone who is numb to the world. He doesn't seem much of an optimist or a dreamer. Seeing this, not sure why I am pulled to my more spiritual deck, he isn't giving me the vibe he is very connected in that sense. But I can also see him not using tools or addictions to escape. It is like he wants to face the harsh realities of the world. I felt like I got this vibe from him in the idol reading, where he kind of likes the struggle and darkness.

I asked for more, and of course a lot came out, man this dude may seem to like to show his dark side, which now the song choice makes sense. I am beautifully broken, I don't care who knows it is really showing here with all these cards coming out. He kind of embraces that aspect of him. Once again, the Peaceful Among Thorns card is reversed, it is like he likes to step in the fire, the chaos, because it makes him feel. Yeah, I am in his energy, and I am feeling nothing, so yeah, there is a sense of numbness here (not complaining from my end though), like he may need external things to give him some sense of feeling. I am not sure why Fragmentation is reversed here. Maybe he doesn't see himself as broken. It is like he is a beautiful puzzle piece. Interesting phrasing there.

So, he got the Sovereign card, in this energy he seems to stand in his own power and loves his authentic self. He stays true to himself and what he stands for. It is kind of like no one can bring him down. With the Tamer energy. He is very good at keeping his cool through any storm that may come his way, or he just knows how to remain cool, calm and collected. He understands people may not agree with him and that is okay. Now, with this creator energy here, life is a game or a play for him, maybe even a stage, a place he can have fun and create the life he may want. I just think of The Magician when I look at this card, he can manipulate the environment and people around him. It doesn't have to be malicious, but it can also be that way. I am not getting a purely innocent vibe from him, but not negative either. He is kind of neutral in a sense. Not on the good or bad side. I can see him playing both sides to be honest. He is always seeking something to fulfill the needs he desires whatever that is. He is always on the search for something more exciting and thrilling. The thrill of the chase I am getting.

He is showing different elements with this deck of cards. He seems like a pure romantic, a person who may seek true love, or maybe this love can help fill him in a sense. Love may allow him to purify his thoughts, maybe bring clarity to his life, or make things clear for him. It can also help him to feel more deeply. Or just be able to tap into his emotions more. He seems like a very thoughtful person with the undercurrents of emotions that may lay dormant but could come to the surface if he finds the love he needs. Crazy messages here but going with it. Love seems to be able to awaken something in him. This sounds like a damn love story here wth

It seems building bonds with others will be important in his life. It seems he enjoys having people close to him, or just connecting with others. It is like he is meant to find his true love or a soul mate here. Maybe there is someone in his life that he may need to take a leap of faith with. There are also opportunities here for him that he needs to take a chance on, as I said earlier, he isn't the most optimistic or the type to have faith in things. He may feel things will all go to hell, interesting wording that popped up here, but he just needs to learn to have faith things will work out for the best. He seems to be a very loyal person. Someone who stands by others through thick and thin. He is always there to listen and be of comfort to someone he cares about. Different vibe here from the first part, this is taking me somewhere else.

So, these selections of cards are mostly telling him to allow himself to open up and be vulnerable, so if he allows love into his life, it will give him the opportunity to reveal the inner most vulnerable sides of himself. To bring out those emotions that lay dormant. He may shut that part of him off, which can make him feel cold and empty inside, which is why he seeks external pleasure or enjoyment. It is like allow himself to be on display. He seems to like to go into his dark and shadow side, but not his soft, warm and vulnerable side. It is like he should come out the darkness and show his color and light. He is like backwards, most people hide their shadow side and keep their lighter side on display, he is the opposite, embraces the shadow side, but keeps his light within him. There could also be a lack of freedom of expression with him, due to shutting his vulnerable side off.

Let's end this with Tarot. so not surprised my Scorpio card came out, well duh, he is one, the keywords that stick out are secretive, cautious of others and taboo. There is also a deep undercurrent to him I am getting. He is not the type to share too much, and maybe that is why he may struggle for people to get to close, because you may discover things about him, he may not like, not the dark side, but the more vulnerable one. With the 4 of Cups rv, he tries not to brood or sit with his emotions for too long, he needs a distraction to keep him away from that. He seems to be emotionally and spiritually disconnected as well. With The Star reversed, makes sense, lack of hope and optimism on his part, once again, blocked spiritually as well and a lack of healing one's soul, or doing the soul work. I get it, some people are just not spiritual and focus on the material and Earth plane, so he may be in that energy. He may also have a difficult time seeing the potential in things as well. It is like he is constantly on the move, so he doesn't have to connect with himself or feel, which is why he may feel a void within himself.

Okay, he is a fascinating character, thankfully I felt nothing energetically, but that also could indicate strong disconnections there. I thought it would be hard to get anything from him, but he made it rather easy. I am sure there is more to him he isn't sharing though, but this was fascinating on its own.