#oh this is for the college board? ok yeah work

[divine0]

google how do i artfully say that the goal of my piece was to paint t4t sex. google are you there. google help me

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Tags from @penny-anna that I think might merit consideration

i think having worked a retail or food service job actually is more important to not being a loser than doing drugs or having sex. the poll that showed so much of this site has never worked one of those jobs was actually way more concerning to me than any of the celibacy sweep polls

[amoraffairs]

❁ Watermelon, Surfing & Butterflies

summary: meeting JJ & him becoming an absolute simp for you at first glance

“Alright I’m here” JJ announces as he walks into the surf shop. John B glares at him. “JJ we opened two hours ago.” The boys finally opened their surf shop they dreamed about, but we struggled with the actual working part.

JJ glances at you, who looks around the shop confused. As if,you’re not sure what you’re looking for. JJ could feel his cheeks flush just by looking at you.

You were wearing a flowy sundress, covered with tiny flowers, a bunch of brightly designed bracelets on your wrist, and dangly earrings of a shape he couldn’t make of.

Everything about seemed like you walked out of a Jane Ally—Jane Alston—Jane whatever book Kie mentioned. That didn’t stop the urge he felt to walk over to you.

“You’re right. Going to get started right now” JJ says walking towards.

“Wait really—Oh ok “ John B tells him a teasing tone in his voice.

JJ glares at John B but still continuing making his way toward you.

“You need help” His questions startles you as you been focused on trying to find what you were looking for.

“Oh um no thank you—actually yes please” JJ smiles which makes you feel at ease.

“Do you know what surf wax is. I attempted surfing the other day & I kept slipping off my board. I’ve got like five big bruises to prove it. Anyway the internet said surf wax was supposed to help with that.” You ramble.

“You live in OBX & are just surfing now?” It was rare to find someone at Outer Banks who didn’t know how to surf.It was staple there.

“Ohh i’m not from here. I just moved here. I start college here. I mean technically it’s community college. I decided if I can only attend community college then I might as well attend somewhere pretty.” JJ wouldn’t be so sure about the pretty part, but he wasn’t going to crush your fantasy.

Butterflies. Your earrings are butterflies, JJ finally noticed. JJ interrupts his starring and realizes you’re waiting on him to answer your question.

“Oh surf wax, yeah we have surf wax. “ He says, directing you towards the section where it’s located. He points out all the different scents before you finally decide on watermelon.

You were about to leave the store, thanking JJ for his help before JJ blurted, “You know, if you're still struggling with surfing we offer lessons.” They don’t, that wasn’t a thing.

“Really?” You ask hopeful. Any help you could get would mean so much.

“Of course, just stop by any time & Ill teach you” JJ knew how much of a fool he was making of himself, how desperate he looked but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

You let out a smile. A genuine smile, one that instantly causes JJ to make it his life mission to have you smiling all the time.

Once you leave the shop, JJ turns around to find John B & Sarah watching.

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up” JJ mutters but is ignored by John B mocking him.“Oh I’ll teach you”

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Couples Weekend

18+

Finally the couples weekend had arrived. Jenna had this planned for months. Jeanna and her fiancé Josh were going to be meeting best friends for a resort weekend. Jenna was a tall blonde 25 year old that worked in legal management. Josh was a Swedish 28 year old that worked in finance. The couple met in college a few years prior. Kay and Cody were to be joining them. Kay and Cody were newly married as of 8 months prior, and this was the first time they would be seeing each other since the wedding. The resort in question was a couples sanctuary in the Bahamas. A great place for drinks, fun, and lots of swimming. The resort was for couples only and was not only entertaining, but set up for being intimate. Jenna and Josh were looking forward to this. Josh had recently popped the question, and the couple was looking happily forward to spending a life together. With the wedding 7 months away things were exciting for the couple. 

Jenna and Josh boarded the plane from Miami and a few short hours later landed in the Bahamas. A short taxi ride had them finally at the resort. They checked and found their room. The room was lavish. Highly luxurious gold and red trimmings, a California king bed, and all amenities in room. Kay and Cody would be right next door upon arrival. The bathrooms of the two units were right next to each other, with a door separating the two couples suites for easier access to visit. Jeanna was looking so forward to seeing Kay and Cody. Jeanna had been friends with Kay since middle school, and the friends were always close. 

A few hour passed. To pass the time Josh and Jenna lounged out by the pool right out side of the room. The pool had a swim up bar and the water was about 5 feet deep around the bar. Plenty deep to fully swim up too. Kay and Cody had now arrived and saw the others at the swim up bar. The entered the water and sneakily approached Josh and Jenna from behind. Kay grabbed Jenna scarring her. 

“Oh my god girl!” Jeanna said excitingly. Turning around to see her beloved friend. Kay remained low in the water so Jeanna had to jump in the water to give her a hug. Josh also jumped in and greeted Cody. Jeanna noted something different upon hugging Kay, but thought nothing of it at the time. 

“Come on up and have a drink with us!” Jeanna said. 

Jeanna, Josh, And Cody didn’t hesitate. However Kay remained in the water. 

“Whats wrong? Afraid of a little Rum?” Jeanna asked. 

“Well its just I have a surprise for you.” Kay said. 

“Ummm Ok…..” Jeanna replied confused. 

Kay swam up to the bar stool and pulled herself up only to reveal….. her 8 month pregnant belly. 

“OH MY god!” Jeanna said. “Are you for real?” 

“The evidence speaks for itself!” Cody said. 

“How far along are you, and do you know what you are having?” Jeanna asked. 

“We are 8 months along, and we are having a girl.” Kay said excitedly. “I am due this time next month, and we are excited.” 

“I couldn’t be happier.” Cody said to Josh. “Life really comes into perspective when you have a baby on the way.” 

“I’d bet your excited.” Josh said. “Congratulations.” 

Josh and Jeanna hadn’t really thought about children yet. Jeanna was more convinced then Josh as she grew up with two younger siblings. Josh however was an only child, and a bit nervous about the whole kids topic. 

“Well you won’t be drinking then.” Jeanna said.

“Not this time around!” Kay said. “But it’s ok, it’s for a a dream come true.” 

The couples sat and talked until the sun stated to fade away. Jeanna as very curious about Kay and the pregnancy. She wanted to know all the details, and Kay had no issue explaining it all. Finally it was dark, and it was time to call it a night. The couples headed back to their neighboring rooms, and got ready for bed. 

Jeanna however was an excited ball of energy. 

“Oh my god Josh did you see that belly of hers?” Jeanna said excitedly “Like wow, so cute!” 

“Yeah baby, haha, sure did.” Josh said addressing her but not really wanting to get into this topic.

“I just think that would be amazing.” Jeanna said. “Uggh I want that.” 

“What?” Josh said. 

“I want that.” Jeanna repeated. 

“You want what?” Josh asked again.

“That belly! Ding dong! Jeanna yelped at Josh. “Id look soooooo cute, don’t you agree?” 

“Ummm yeah baby, so cute.” Josh said almost sounding annoyed.

“Wait, you don’t think so?” Jeanna asked.

“No baby, I think so, I…. Just….. Don’t think we are ready.” Josh said. “I know your excited for her, but….” 

“But what? We are getting married, why can’t we?” Jeanna said. 

“True baby.” Josh said as she crashed on the bed. 

Secretly deep down Josh was excited. He didn’t really want to be a dad yet, but he loved the idea of seeing his beautiful wife to be with a pregnant belly. The idea made him desire it…. Just then Jeanna and Josh heard a noise. It was coming from Kay and Codys room. 

“Hmmmm sounds like activity at the neighbors.” Jeanna said. 

Jeanna was getting ready for bed, but decided to skip the rest of the clothing and just wear a bra and panties. Josh was secretly eyeing her up. Wanting her so bad…. 

The noise happened again. It sounded like a moan. 

“Are they doing it?” Jeanna asked. “With a belly like that? Dang!” 

Jeanna could help herself, she went to the bathroom where the two rooms were separated by only a door. Jeanna could hear it all. Kay and Cody were going after it, and it was getting spicy. Excitedly Jeanna ran back into the room where Josh was playing a game on this phone, she anxiously called him over to the bathroom.

“OMG, you gotta hear this!” Jeanna said.

Josh followed her up to the door separating the rooms. Josh could clearly hear Cody and Kay going at it with some hot sex. 

“Jezzzz! They are into it!” Josh said. 

“Is the door locked?” Jeanna asked.

“I haven’t checked.” Josh replied. 

Jeanna reached up and pulled at the door handle, it was unlocked! 

“Omg!” Jeanna whispered. “We gotta take a closer look.” She said. 

Josh didn’t stop her, as he was now curious…. And a bit turned on. The couple opened the door slowly revealing a dark bathroom. The door from on their side was shut, so Josh and Jeanna slowly and quietly moved into Kay and Codys bathroom. The bathroom door had a slotted opening on the bottom for air flow. However this made things inside the room quite visible to Josh and Jeanna. Kay and Cody had left the lights on in the room. Josh and Jeanna moved closer to the door. They could now see Kay and Cody. Kay was naked leaning on the edge of the nightstand, her pregnant belly on full display. Cody was going hard on Kay from the back doggy-style. In the dim lighted bathroom, Jeanna turned and shockingly looked at Josh. She had a wild and shocked look on her face. Josh just chuckled a bit as Jeanna turned around and kept watching. Josh was now at a level of turned on he had never been before. He was hard and trying hard not to show it. He wanted what he saw…. Badly. 

As Jeanna looked on at the show through the bathroom door. Josh turned his attention elsewhere. In the dimly lit room Josh could still see Jeanna very well. He looked at her beautiful body in front of him. Her bra holding her beautiful breasts that he so desperately wanted to touch. Her long flowing hair that he so desperately wanted to play with….. He looked a bit lower. Her perfect butt in those tight panties. Oh Josh wanted more….. Josh could take it no longer. Hearing Kay moan, and seeing his girls beautiful body in front of him…. He had to act. 

Josh reached out… slowly, his hand reaching between Jeannas legs. He reached up and touched her, he could feel her sex as he rubbed his hand on it. He also could feel how wet she was.

“Oooooo!” Jeanna yelped. Quickly covering her mouth. Luckily Kay and Cody were way to into it to hear. 

Jeanna turned and faced Josh with a wild sexy look…. 

“Oh yeah baby?” She whispered. 

“Maybe?” Josh said.

“Do me BadBoy.” Jeanna said with a wild flair. 

The couple slowly backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. They rushed over to the bed. Jeanna ripped off her bra frantically and removed her panties. Josh removed his pants and underwear revealing his super hard dick. 

“Now Josh…… Make me like Kay.” Jeanna said. 

Josh pushed Jeanna into the bed. She fell back and Josh crawled towards her in bed. They frantically began kissing and touching each other. Soon Josh was touching Jeanna in more places, making her wet and ready to receive him. 

“Josh I need you inside me now!” Jeanna said. 

Jeanna pulled back her legs for Josh. Josh entered and began fulfilling her wish. There was no condom to speak of. Josh thrusted for several minutes as Jeanna moaned in pure pleasure.  Finally after a few minutes Josh could last no longer.

“Im gonna!” Josh said. 

“Do it Josh, Put a Baby in me!” Jeanna Yelled out. 

At that moment Josh released in sheer ecstasy. 

“Ahhh ohhh my god!” Josh moaned.

Josh felt Himself releasing into Jeanna, Filling her. 

Jeanna could feel the warmth of his fluids filling her. She was in pure ecstasy. 

Josh withdrew and the couple snuggled together still breathless from the sex. 

“Now baby, That better take.” Jeanna said grinning.

“I hope it does too.” Josh said. 

[triplexdoublex]

Chlorine and Nicotine

Pairing: Jaden Hossler x Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut , Age Gap (reader is in her 30’s) tipsy hookup (consent implied) mentions of prior divorce, pregnancy, c section and children. Body image issues /self conscious reader . Mention of coopers death/fentanyl poisoning.

A/N: 5.5k words! This one’s for the self conscious and tired mamas on this app. Go find yourself a Jaden lol

You and your two other friends, Ashley and Liz, had planned the perfect getaway to celebrate your messy divorce being finalized: A child-free, 7 day, all-inclusive, 21+ cruise to the Bahamas. Tickets were purchased, excursions were selected, trustworthy babysitters were hired and bags were packed, there’s only one thing you all forgot…

“Is it just me or are we like the oldest ones here?” You ask your friends, looking around as you all board the cruise ship.

“Yeah, I noticed that too— seems like mostly college kids for some reason?” Liz responds.

Just then you all notice the banner on the side of the ship ‘Spring Break 2023’!

The three of you, having been out of school for close to two decades already, had completely forgotten this week was usually spring break.

“Ugh,” Ashley groans, “I can’t believe we forgot. I was hoping we could all get some much needed rest and a full night's sleep this week without our kids, not be kept up by a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls partying.”

“Hey, you know what? As long as I’m with you guys I’m sure we’ll still have a great time, even if they do keep us up. Besides you know the saying ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. When was the last time any of us got to let loose and party a little?” You reply.

“True,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” your friends answer in unison.

“Ok,well now that that’s settled, first order of business is finding our cabin, changing into our bikinis, and working on our tans while we sip margaritas pool side.” You instruct. “Let’s go!”

**********

“Whooof!” You exhale. “I’m getting hot. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and cool off real quick. I’ll be right back.” You head into the pool.

“Ash, do you hear that? I think those guys next to us on the right are talking about Y/N. Listen,” Liz says, keeping her voice low..

“— yeah the one in the yellow floral two piece… right there … she just got into the pool… she’s a total MILF bro—“

“Okay, I’m back, mmmn that cold water was refreshing. Did I miss anything?” You joke, knowing you were only gone for a minute.

“You did actually,” Ashley speaks in a whisper “Apparently you’re a Milf!” Liz adds.

“Says who!?” You laugh.

“Shhhh! Liz warns. “That little cutie right over there,” She nods in his direction. “The one in the black swim trunks.”

Descretly, you turn to see who your friends are talking about.

“Oh my god, I’m pretty sure I have jeans in my closet older than him! You scoff before taking another look. “I mean… he is pretty cute though— solid body, lots of tattoos.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you actually do,” Ashley laughs. Which reminds me we need to go shopping and update that wardrobe of yours, I haven’t seen you in anything but leggings for the past 6 years.”

“Ugh I know! It’s because nothing fits! It’s been 6 years since I had the twins and I’m still not back to my pre-baby weight,” you sulk. “Plus I’ve been so busy taking care of them and putting them first, I haven’t even had time to think about me. And now with the divorce and paying my lawyer— money’s tight. If it wasn’t for you guys paying my share of this trip, I wouldn’t have been able to go, and lord knows I need the break. I can’t thank you guys enough.”

“Aww you’re so welcome,” Liz hugs you.

“You deserve it,” Ashley says, patting your shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m being a negative Nancy. Fuck all our problems! We’re here to escape them and have fun!” You state. “Anyone else getting hungry, I could totally go for a burger?”

**********

At night, the pool area transforms into somewhat of a night club, with drinks, dancing, swimming and fun events— tonight’s is a singles lap dance competition.

“Good Evening,cruisers!!! The lap dance competition is about to begin,” the event organizer announces. “I need three single people to volunteer to receive a lap dance, raise your hand if your single and would like to receive a lap,” he shouts loud and enthusiastically as if announcing a wrestling match.

“Oh my god y/n! You should totally do it!” Ashley squeals, trying to raise your hand for you.

“No way, are you crazy?” You laugh pulling your hand back down.

“C’mon y/n, you’re single now , and when was the last time you had a hott guy on top of you?”

“Not within the last eight years, I know that much!” Liz sasses, wide-eyed taking a sip of her drink, and making you spit out yours.

“Fair enough,” you cough out after practically choking. “Fine I’ll do it,” you agree,the liquid courage you’ve been sipping on, helping to release your inhibitions.

“Alright, I just need one more volunteer!”

You adjust your bathing suit and raise your hand.

“ Ok pretty lady, c’mon up,” the DJ calls out. You head up onto the stage, your friends laughing, screaming and cheering you on. “Now I’m gonna need some volunteers to give the lap dances. Let’s start with this pretty lady right here,” the DJ motions to you. “Who wants to give this beautiful woman a lap dance?”

You look out into the crowd watching as a few hands go up. One in particular catches you eye, and you try to place why he looks slightly familiar, and then it hits you; it’s the young guy your friends overheard calling you a MILF earlier in the day.

“Alright, take your pick,” the DJ tells you.

“Him—the one with the dark hair and tattoos,” you point into the audience, before taking a seat on the folding chair on stage.

“You heard her, my man, c’mon up,” the DJ calls him to the stage.

He stands in front of you wearing his black swim trunks from earlier but is now also sporting a white tank top and a forward facing baseball cap. You can feel his eyes looking down at you, checking you out while waiting for the other contestants to choose their lap dance partner.

“Let’s get it started!” the DJ announces. “At the end of the song, y’all are gonna help me decide the winner,” he says, speaking to the audience. “Let’s gooo!!”

Sam Smith’s ‘Unholy’ starts bumping from the speakers and your tattooed partner throws his head back in a brief laugh at the song choice, before locking eyes with you. He wastes no time getting close; stepping forward so that both of your legs are sandwiched between his wide stance. With one hand on your shoulder he begins rolling his body in your lap, his free hand quickly grabbing his hat and turning it backwards so the brim doesn’t hinder his view of you. He glides that same hand down his torso over his white tank to its hem, bunches the material in his hand and slides it up, exposing his perfectly toned abs. You smirk, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. He removes his hand from your shoulder and uses both hands to peel his tank off completely, tossing it down on the stage. Then he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks purposely lowering them, his prominent V-lines on full display, along with a fuzzy line of hair descending from his navel. Your eyes follow the trail down until it meets a small patch just barely visible peeking out the top of his swim trunks. Your mind wanders, imaging what’s below—imaging what he’s working with. The trance you’re in is broken when he places one of your hands flat on his chest, inviting you to touch him while he moves in your lap. You let your hand glide down over the topography of his body, your fingertips exploring the hills and valleys of muscle as you go, stopping when your hand reaches the horizon where flesh meets material, even though your hand craves to continue its descent. As if he can read your mind, he pushes your hand lower, pressing his half hard bulge against your palm as he rolls his hips insync with the last ‘unholy’ of the song before it ends.

“Alright it’s time to vote. Let me hear you give it up for couple number one,” the DJ instructs. The audience claps, cheers and hoots. “Alright, a alright, now make some noise for couple number two.” A slightly louder roar of cheer and applause echoes under the night sky. Your sexy partner stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders as you both await your turn.“And last but not least couple number three.” The crowd goes wild with thunderous clapping,and high pitched whistles —your friends cheers the loudest of them all. “We have a clear winner here tonight, folks,” the DJ announces. “Winning by a landslide…couple number three!”

Tattooed arms unexpectedly scoop you up off the chair, running bridal style off the stage and towards the pool with you. You playfully shriek and laugh the whole way until … splash... he jumps in the water with you. When you both surface again, your hungry mouths are attacking one another like prey: desperate and determined. He moves forward in the water, pinning you against the side of the pool with his body as you devour each other— all lips, tongue, teeth and flesh. His skin tastes like chlorine, his kisses- a hint of nicotine; and just as addictive. Underwater, he teases a hand up your inner thigh and begins gently rubbing you through the fabric of your bathing suit. You allow it, encourage it actually—rocking your hips to press yourself firmer against his fingertips. You can feel how hard he is through his swim trunks and you opt to help him out, grasping his hard cock through the thin veil of fabric. You work each other into a sexual frenzy and it’s not long before his fingers transcend the boundary of your bathing suit bottoms, pushing the fabric aside and inserting two slender fingers inside of you. You follow his lead, sinking your hand into his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers tightly around him.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a complete stranger who’s name you don’t even know, or that he’s much younger than you, or perhaps even because no one besides your ex-husband has touched you this intimately in years, but you feel a familiar sense of heightened arousal that can only compare to the giddy exhilaration of your first sexual experience. God the nostalgia!—Back when just the novelty of making out, and touching each other was enough. Back when foreplay still existed, before the busyness of life and motherhood had you trading sex for sleep. Or swapping making love for quickies during naptime.

Every swirl of his tongue, curl of his fingers, and flick of your wrist has you feeling renewed, awake and alive again. You never want this to end but your body is chasing after the high it so desperately wants bucking against his palm while his fingers caress that sweet spot inside of you. As your orgasm begins to build, your grip on him falters so he places his free hand over yours, helping you stroke him. The feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers as you cum is so sexy to him that he finishes shortly after you.

Since the moment he jumped into the pool with you in his arms, you’ve been in your own world, oblivious to anything or anyone around you. It’s not until you start coming down from your high that the outside world starts to trickle back in: the music, the people, the sounds of your friends cheering your name. You turn to the direction of the noise in search of your friends, but a series of cannonballs by a group of guys momentarily blocks your view before you finally spot them. When you turn back after locating them, the boy is gone.

***********

The next morning in line for the breakfast buffet you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, sorry about last night. My name’s Jaden by the way,” he holds out his hand.

“I’m y/n,” you shake his hand. “What exactly are you sorry about? I may have been a little tipsy, but I remember having a great time.” You give a small smirk.

“Ok, good,” he smiles “I was worried I got a little too caught up in the moment and took things too far,” he admits. “But mostly I’m sorry I disappeared on you like that. My buddies almost drowned me with their cannonballs and I wanted to spare you from having to see me choke to death and squirt water out of my nose.” He laughs.

“Fair. You’re forgiven,” you joke. “Can I ask you something?

“Of course, ask away.”

“How old are you?” You brace yourself for the answer, but at least you know he’s at least twenty one.

“Twenty two, you?”

“Oh god, umm let’s just call it mid 30’s” you answer, slightly embarrassed, and worried about how he might react.

“Can I ask you a question now?” He asks.

“Sure.”

“I’d like to spend some more time with you today. Would you like that?” He asks.

“Wait, so your not bothered by me being much older than you?” You question.

“Not at all,” he smirks. “Sooo is that a yes then?”

“I-I dunno..” you're sure he just wants to hook up again , and you don’t want to give him that impression. Last night was just a heat of the moment thing.

“I just wanna talk, get to know you. Hands to myself this time, promise,” he replies as if he’s read your mind.

“Okay,” you agree. “My friends and I have a dolphin excursion during the day and dinner reservations at 6:00, so why don’t we meet somewhere around 8:00?”

“That works for me. Meet at the hot tubs?”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” You answer.

**********

You head down to the deck with the hot tubs after dinner; bathing suit on and towel in hand. You know you’re going to be a few minutes early but you figure you’d get there before they get crowed. When you arrive however you see Jaden already in one of the hot tubs; his elbows resting on the edge, and a cigarette between two fingers. You know it’s a nasty habit and not good for his health but fuck - why does he look so good doing it.

“Hey,” you say, grabbing his attention.

“Shit!” He blows out a mouthful of smoke and ashes the cigarette out on the edge of the hot tub. “Sorry, bad habit, tryna quit. I wasn’t expecting you for like another ten minutes, thought I could sneak one in.”

“No worries,” you smile, stepping into the hot tub with him. “I expected there to be more people out here, thought I’d come early before they filled up.”

“Yeah, same,” he says as you scoot over next to him . “But apparently there’s supposed to be a rainstorm some time tonight, so maybe that’s why. Although I don’t really see why it would matter, like you’re in a bathing suit literally sitting in water anyways.” He shrugs. “So anyways, tell me about yourself. I’m guessing you’re not here on Spring Break too.” He laughs.

“Nope, celebrating my divorce actually,” you admit, holding up your left hand and wiggling your ring finger— a lighter band of flesh, where a ring once sat.

“Ooh brutal, sorry to hear that. Did you guys have kids together?” Jaden asks.

“Dont be. I’m glad it’s over. And yeah twin boys actually. They’re six. My moms watching them while we’re gone.”

“Aww, sweet” he smiles.

“How ‘bout you? I already know you’re here on Spring Break. Sooo ummm—ooh I know, tell me about your tattoos, do they have any special meaning or anything?

“Some I just liked, and some have meaning but this one’s the most important to me,” he points to a scrawling of repeated sentences that goes from his chest down his side. I got it for my best friend Cooper who passed away from fentanyl poisoning last year. I just didn’t know what say, didn’t know what to do after he passed , ya know, it’s like — “ he pauses a moment and swallows hard . “Fuck, I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else,”

“Sure, no problem. I understand” you say supportively, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The rest of your conversation is much more happy and upbeat —sharing your favorite movies, music, and books, where you both live and what you do for work. Also telling silly anecdotes about your childhoods, college life, motherhood and so on.

And then the rain starts; which you both agreed was no big deal but, unfortunately this rain is accompanied by thunder and lighting.

“Ugh, I was having a great time talking with you. Sorry the rain cut our little date short.” You say, sounding disappointed as you both quickly exit the hot tub.

“Is that what this was?” He smiles.

“Maybe,” you answer coyly with a shrug and flirty smile.

“If you’re okay with it, you can come back to my cabin and talk a little more, hangout, watch a movie or something,” he suggests. “But I totally understand if you're not comfortable with that. No pressure.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you agree.

***********

“Shit, I just realized I don’t have anything dry to change into” you state upon entering his cabin. “And my rooms like on the complete other side of the ship. Do you have anything I could just throw on for now?”

“Uhhhm, sure,” Jaden looks around the room for something to give you. “Here you can wear this bathrobe,” he says, tossing you the white, terry cloth covering before sitting down on the bed.

In the corner of the room you turn, facing away from Jaden, put on the robe, and then descretly remove your bathing suit from under it.”

“What, no show?” Jaden jokes.

“You don’t wanna see, trust me.” You say, sounding down.

“Oh, but I do,” he laughs, but then stops when he notices you aren’t laughing too. Hey, what’s a matter. I’m just joking.I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that wasn’t my intention. I don’t want you to think that’s why I invited you back to the room. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that. I’m just really not comfortable in my own skin these days—haven’t been for a while actually. I love my kids to death but let’s just say pregnancy didn’t do my body any favors. You're young, you can have any hott girl with a tight little body. Why would you wanna see mine, it’s nothing to look at, I promise you.”

“I promise you you’re wrong. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

You’re not sure what that consists of exactly, but you nod in agreement anyways. Jaden makes you feel so safe, and you could definitely use a confidence boost.

“C’mere,” Jaden leads you by your hand into the bathroom, and positions you in front of the mirror. “Can I take this off?” He whispers in your ear from behind you, as he places a hand on each of your robe covered shoulders. You meekly nod yes and he slips the garment off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you completely nude. You fight the urge to cover yourself but the look of awe in Jaden’s eyes as he surveys your naked body helps melt away some of your insecurity. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breaths against your our neck. “Now what I want you to do is look in the mirror with me,” he instructs. You flick your eyes up to the mirror meeting his in the reflection. “I want you to tell me what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror—give it all to me, the good, the bad, the ugly, then I’m gonna tell you what I see.”

“I see someone I don’t recognize anymore. I used to be pretty, but now I have crows feet by my eyes, and my breasts have lost the perky fullness they had before breastfeeding two kids. It’s been six years and I still haven’t lost all the baby weight,” You poke at your stomach. “And I have this C-section scar from when my body failed to do the one thing it was literally designed to do!“ You start getting emotional. “My hips are so wide now, and my ass is huge , and don’t even get me started on the stretch marks on my inner thighs,” you sigh, holding back tears.

“First of all, you ARE pretty, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. When I look at your eyes I don’t see crows feet— I see a million smiles and childhood summers spent having fun in the sun,” he says, making you smile. “That’s a million and one now,” he teases playfully. “Now, before I continue, do I have permission to touch you?”

“Permission granted,” you snicker “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to feel your hands on me again,” you admit, blushing.

“And my lips too?” He begins kissing slowly up the side of you neck, making every hair on your body stand on end with arousal.

“Mmmhm, yeah, that too.” You giggle coyly.

“And these,..”he continues, cupping you from behind, “I see breasts that nourished two beautiful babies,and still look plenty perky to me, especially these nipples,” he rolls the buds between his thumbs and pointer fingers. “I love how erect they are for me.” He tugs on them gently before moving his hands to your stomach. “You don’t need to lose a single pound, all I see is curves and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not the 90’s anymore where women had to be rail thin to meet some ridiculous standard of beauty— all bodies are beautiful. And besides you don’t give yourself enough credit for growing two human beings inside you, this was their home for nine months!” He grips your soft belly tightly as he speaks. “And this scar,” he traces his finger over it, causing a ticklish chill to run through you at the ghostly sensation— you still don’t have much feeling there. “This is not a failure, it’s a reminder of how your babies were able to safely enter this world when things didn't go quite as planned.” Your eyes begin to well with tears again, not with sadness, but from the joy of a guy you met less than twenty four hours ago helping you fall back in love with your body and realize all its accomplishments. “And your ass and hips— fuck, that might be my favorite part of your body. Do you know how many women literally pay thousands of dollars to make their hips and ass look like this?” He rubs his hands over the swell of your backside. “It’s literally perfect.” He says with a firm squeeze. “And these—” he places his fingertips on the jagged pink and white lines on your inner thigh and begins to trace them upwards. “These are a map, leading me to where I wanna be the most,” he slides his middle finger through your wetness, “God damn you’re soaked and we’re not even in the pool this time,” he teases. “I think you want me here too, huh?” He begins rubbing slow circles on your clit, “and I mean more than just my fingers this time,” he smirks at you in the mirror before pressing his growing erection against your backside, and his mouth to your neck.

“Mhm, fuck—“ you moan, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his dark hair while he marks you. “Mmmm, Jaden… do you… do you have a condom? I mean, my tubes are tied but—”

“I just got tested before the cruise baby—I’m clean.” He states breathily, before reattaching his lips to your neck, and pulling himself free from his swim trunks with his free hand.

“Okaay,” you moan. “I-I trust you.”

He slips in with ease; both of you releasing a shaky breath at the feeling. And while you haven’t exactly seen his dick yet, you can tell that it’s big.

“Fuccck, you feel incredible!” He nips along your jawline as he begins to thrust — one tattooed hand on your hip and the other, full of your breast, holding you against him so you can watch. He begins with a slow, gentle rhythm, taking his time to fully appreciate your warmth and tightness with each lengthy stroke.

“Ohhhh, Jaden!” You moan breathily.

“Mmmh yeah—am I making you feel good, baby?”

“Ss-so good.” And you mean that in every way- not just sexually.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look while I fuck you,” he rasps in your ear.

You watch Jadens thrusts grow more urgent, his hands more hungry as he claws and grabs at every square inch of flesh he can get his hands on. Because of him you’re able to watch unashamed, as your soft body jiggles everytime Jaden’s hips crash against your backside, the movement spurring him on even more. You’re able to see the undeniable desire in his eyes, hear the truth of his words.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy!” He grunts through clenched teeth, increasing the intensity and depth of his pace even more, as he grows close to orgasm.

You grip the bathroom counter in front of you and let your head hang down in overwhelming pleasure. With a firm but gentle hold of your throat, Jaden lifts your head back up to face your reflection.

“Don’t want you to miss the best part,” he teases.

And with one final thrust, he cums hard, filling you to the brim. The warm eruption triggers your own orgasm, splashing against Jaden’s pelvis and dripping down his tattooed thighs.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard before,” you admit after finally catching your breath, your legs still weak and trembling.

“I can believe that,” he laughs looking down at the mess you’ve made of him. “It was so fucking hott though…Shower then room service?”

“Sounds perfect” you smile, stepping into the shower with him.

The shower starts off innocent, with the intent of actually washing up and getting clean but when Jaden asks if he can help wash you, things heat up rather quickly. As he soaps up your breasts you feel something brush press against you and look down.

“Are you really hard again, already? You just came!”

“I’m young, I got the drive and the stamina to go all night if you want,” he smirks.

“I just might have to take you up on that,” you smirk back, reaching to grasp his cock. You give it a few teasing tugs before dropping to your knees.

He watches with his bottom lip between his teeth as you tease your tongue along the underside of his shaft , tracing the vein from hilt to tip. He lets out a low and breathy “Fuck” as the head disappears inside your mouth— the rest of his length soon to follow. He tastes of you, and the scent of chlorine still lingers on his skin, especially when you take him deep, your nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of hair on his pelvis. The same patch that was just slightly visible last night above the waistband of his low hung swim trunks. You remember the way your eyes followed his happy trail to it, your mind wondering what was below it. Now just barely twenty four hours later it’s been inside of you; first your pussy and now your mouth. Every bob of your head brings him closer, his pleasure building so much he can’t help but buck his hips, gently fucking into your mouth.

“Ohh, shit —Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moans out, grabbing the back of your head with both hands holding you in place as he spurts down your throat. “Mhgmmmmmmmmm” he lets out a long and pleasure-filled moan, still pumping his hips in short stokes, enjoying the last tendrils of his orgasm before pulling out. “God damn, that was so good!” He praises your skills, making you blush. “Ok” he starts with a laugh “let’s try this again, shower then room service”

*****************

By the time room service arrives after your shower, you’re at it again, this time riding Jaden in bed— a position you haven’t been brave enough to do in quite some time. You’ve already cum and Jaden is dangerously close when you both hear the faint knock followed by “Room service.”

“Shit, don’t stop,” Jaden whispers to you before shouting to room service “Just—fuck, j-just leave it by the door!”

Another roll of your hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling back, chiseled body twitching under you, calling out your name as he cums for the third time tonight.

*********

“We definitely worked up an appetite,” Jaden laughs looking at all the now completely empty pile of dishes on the room service cart. “You save any room for dessert?”

“No way, I’m stuffed,” you answer.

“Well I did.” Jaden smirks pushing you back down on the bed, and spreading your legs, his head disappearing between your thighs.

“Ohhh Jaden …”

**********

In the morning Jaden wakes before you, he can’t help but watch you sleep, sofly swiping a single knuckle along your cheek as he admires your beauty. The sensation stirs you from your slumber. Your eyes still heavy with sleep blink open and Jaden’s face comes into focus.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Jaden says, his husk, sleep laden, voice sounding so sexy. “It’s just that you're even beautiful when you sleep.”

“S’ok,” You murmur, with a smile. “Gotta get up anyways,my friends are probably wondering where the fuck I am.”

***********

You put your key card to the door of your cabin and the door clanks open rousing your friends from their sleep.

“Shit, what time is it?” Ashley asks, squinting at her phone. “Ten thirty two, sorry we woke up so late. I think me and Liz had a little too much to drink last night. I hope you weren’t bored waiting around for us.” Ashley apologizes. “Have you already been swimming this morning?” she asks noticing you're in a robe with your bathing suit dangling from your hand.

“Wait!” Liz interjects, “That’s the bathing suit you had on when you left for your date with -with that college boy, what’s his face—“

“It’s Jaden” you remind her.

“— you’re just getting back now, aren’t you!! You spent the night!?” Liz exclaims accusingly.

The hue of your cheeks and your guilty smile give you away. You take a seat on the edge of the bed and wait for the slew of questions you know you’re about to get pummeled with.

“Oh my god, did you sleep with him?” Ashley asks.

You answer wordlessly, pulling back the collar of the robe, exposing the numerous wine colored markings that decorate your flesh.

“Jesus! I haven’t seen that many hickeys since highschool” Liz teases. “Ok, spill, how bad was the sex? I’m cringing just looking at your neck.”

“It was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had,” you blushed. “He made me feel like a fucking Goddess!”

“ There’s no way,” Liz scoffs. “How much experience can he even have.” She says with an eyeroll.

“Yeah I’m not buying it either,” Ashley laughs. “C’mom you don’t got to lie to us. We’ve all had our subpar hookups, especially when we were in college. Guys that age are all confidence and no skill.”

“No I’m dead serious, it was amazing!!!” You gush. “And not just his dick, but the way he made me feel…”

You proceed to tell them every detail of last night, from how he praised and appreciated your every flaw and gave you your confidence back, to just how good his dick felt inside you and how talented he was with his mouth and fingers. When you're done talking Liz gets up and starts walking towards the cabin door.

“Where are you going?” You ask perplexed.

“Going to find me one of these college boys” Liz laughs. “Does he have friends?” She jokes, making her way back to the bed. “Seriously though, sorry we teased you, that sounds amazing.”

“Yeah,” Ashley agrees. “I’m a little jealous— good dick AND body positivity, sign me the fuck up!”

“What are you guys gonna do when the cruise is over?” Liz asks, “You’ll probably never see eachother again.”

“Oh my god, that’s right! I forgot to tell you guys the best part! Earlier in the night when we were just talking in the hot tub we figured out that he only lives an hour away from us!”

“Holy shit, what a small world, that’s awesome.” Ashley exclaims.

“I’ll tell you what’s not small,” you smirk.

[onlygenxhere]

"With all due respect, which is none." – Principle Lessa

She saw him as soon as he came in the office. Saw him wave away Helen, her severely underpaid front desk receptionist, as she tried to stop him before he barged into her office holding up his phone like it was exhibit A in a criminal trial.

Honestly, she should have seen this coming since seven o’clock this morning when she stopped Willie and Flynn from “decorating” the lunchroom bulletin board with Willie’s latest artwork depicting what they thought of standardized testing.

Or at eight o’clock when she caught Julie and Luke NOT practicing in one of the music rooms.

Or at eight thirty when she checked behind the school to shoo in the smokers and found not only the usuals, Bobby and Alex, but also Reggie, Kayla and this asshole’s daughter. None of the last three actually smoking, but still, late for class again.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Trevor Wilson exclaimed heatedly as he let her door slam shut behind him.

One one thousand, two one thousand. “What seems to be the problem Mr. Wilson?”

“Why isn’t my daughter, or her band, listed as preforming in the spring talent show!? There are always college scouts in attendance, and she needs to be featured!”

“Well, Mr. Wilson, that was your daughter’s decision.” She calmly replied.

“What!?” He gaped at her. “My Carrie would never miss out on this kind of opportunity! This is just some bias against me for being who I am.” He put his hands on her desk and leaned toward her aggressively. “I can assure you I don’t have any sway with UCLA or Berkeley and to cut her out of the performance because you think I do is cruel!”

How dare this entitled prick accuse her or the school of doing anything but supporting these children, including children with ignorant fathers.

“Mr. Wilson.” She stood and leaned on her hands toward him. “With all do respect, which is none.” He flinched at her tone standing back up, away from her. “If you had bothered to talk to Miss Wilson before you came in here to yell at me you would know that one of her band members broke her foot last month and rather than preform without her, she and Miss Taylor have been working with their student advisor Mrs. Harrison organizing and planning the talent show. It’s a huge responsibility and quite frankly I have been extremely proud of her hard work these last few weeks and told her just yesterday I would personally write a letter of recommendation to any university she wanted explaining her part in the showcase.”  

“Oh.” He dropped his eyes, taking another step back. “Um, ok then.” She watched as he seemed to pull his bravo back on like a jacket. “A letter of recommendation from you will be fine, under the circumstances.”

It took everything in her not to roll her eyes and reply with, ‘you think?’. She nodded and sat back down, “If that was all Mr. Wilson.” She dropped her eyes to her desk and gathered some random papers in front of her refraining from actually telling him to get out. “I have a school to run.”

“Yes, yes, well.” He stuttered. She could have sworn she heard him open his mouth again to say something but when she glanced up all she saw was the door closing behind him.

She waited till he was all the way out of the office before picking up the phone. “Harrison, we’re gonna need a full pitcher of margaritas tonight at the planning meeting.”

“What’s happened now?” She sighed.

“Trevor Wilson.”

“Say no more.” She snickered. “I’ll have the drinks chilled and the chips and dip ready when you get there.”

“Don’t tell the others.” She whispered. “But you’re my favorite.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She could almost see Harrison shaking her head. “Get back to principling. It’s not even lunch time yet.”

“Don’t remind me.” She sighed. “Good luck with the seniors this afternoon.”

“We may need two pitchers tonight.”

She laughed as they both hung up without saying goodbye. They rarely did. On days like today, with the Trevor Wilson’s of the world trying to make her feel like she wasn’t enough for these kids one phone call to her best friend was all she needed to get her head back on straight.

The sound of a banjo echoing through the halls pulled her out of her thoughts and she shook her head and sighed pressing the intercom on her desk. “Helen, would you step out in the hall and tell Mr. Peters he needs to take that to a music room please.”

She laughed. “Sure you don’t want him to just come in here and play?”

Principle Lessa laughed. Helen knew she had a soft spot for country music and Reggie. “Wish I could but I actually do have some work to do.”

It wasn’t an easy job, being the Principle of a Arts focused High School, but she couldn’t imagine doing anything else.  

[nats-bottom]

KJ - Drunk

Summary: Kelly Jones asks y/n questions about her work at NASA

Pairings: Kelly Jones x Reader

Warnings: Fly Me to the Moon spoilers, swearing, misogyny, bullying if you squint, lying

Notes: If you haven't seen Fly Me to the Moon, then I would wait until you see it, unless you don't care about spoilers! (or don't care about seeing it, but I highly recommend it! It's such a great movie!)

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Y/N POV

Oh shit. There she is. That woman I said all those things to at the diner that night. If I knew that she would be fucking working with me, then I wouldn't have said all that. That was just meant for someone who I was never supposed to meet again. Some stranger. But here she is, walking towards me. She has a clipboard in her hands, and so does her assistant, or at least that's who I assume that is. 

I watch as they walk closer towards me, and I start to freeze. I stop what I'm doing and just stand there, looking at the two women. I drop my hands to my side and clench them into fists as I feel them start to get sweaty. 

"Well hello there. Y/n, was it?" She says as a smirk plays across her beautiful face. She stretches out her right hand towards me, putting the clipboard between her left arm and her stomach. I wipe my hands on my skirt, not wanting her to feel my nervousness through my sweaty hands. 

"Yes, and you're Kelly, right?" I say, reaching out my right hand and shaking hers. I feel a spark of sorts as I feel her soft, warm hands. I feel a bit embarrassed, knowing that my hands are dry from working on the rocket all day. Well, they are a little moist from all the sweat, but that doesn't help. 

"Can I ask you a few questions? This will only take a few minutes, since I can tell that you're a busy lady." She says with a wink. I just look at her, lost in her green eyes that could hold mine forever. She just stands there, waiting for an answer. "Y//n?"

I snap out of my trance, and reply, "Oh, uh what? Oh yeah sure." I say, finally realizing what she said. I roll my shoulders back, entering a more relaxed stance. 

"Ok so to start, how old are you?" Kelly asks. She picks up her clipboard, and so does her assistant.

"I'm 24."

"Write down 36." Kelly says to her assistant. She writes something down on her clipboard. Kelly reads out the next question, "And what made you want to work here?" She looks at me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Yet I know that I'm about to crush it.

"I saw a flier for it on the college dorm announcement board." I tell her the truth.

"Write something about how she wanted to be the first girl to space." Kelly says as she looks down at her clipboard for the next question.

"It's true." I say. Both women look up at me from their clipboards.

"Make sure you get all this." Kelly says to her assistant, this time a little more quietly. 

"Yeah. Ever since I heard of what NASA was trying to do, I always wanted to be the first woman in space. With the whole space race and everything, I thought it would be a great opportunity to be the first." I reminisce, looking between Kelly and her assistant, but mainly at Kelly. "I submitted my application to be an astronaut, because you have to apply before they even consider you, but I was denied. They said that they don't allow women because it might mess with their reproductive systems. (I really have no clue, I'm just making that part up). I heard that they just laughed when they had a girl apply for the program." I say sadly. If you were to look closely, you might even notice the tear starting to form in my eye.

"So then what did you do after that?" Kelly's assistant asks, completely engrossed in my story.

"So then I decided to go into engineering, and I saw the flier for NASA on the bulletin board in my college dorm. They had an internship for seniors, so I tried that out, loved it, and they kept me on as an employee. So that's how I ended up here." I say, with my arms out, gesturing to the place. Kelly's assistant scrambles down her notes, and Kelly just looks at me with wide eyes, her mouth gaping a little bit. I smirk at this; the fact that I amazed her makes me proud.

She clears her throat and straightens herself out. "Are you the only woman working here?"

"In this department, yes. In the office there are more. The guys try to send me in there as much as they can though, because 'that's my place.'" I say with air quotes. 

"Do you like working here though?" Kelly asks. 

"Yeah, I do." I let out a huff. "I try to ignore the guys as much as I can, all their teasing and such. But it's a good job. I quite enjoy it."

"That's good." Kelly says to me. "Did you get all that?" She asks her assistant, who nods, while writing something else down. "Will you go find someone else to interview please? I'll be over in a minute." Kelly says to her assistant.

"Yeah, I'll go ask those men over there." Her assistant says, pointing towards two of my coworkers. She walks over to them confidently, and starts some small talk with them.

"Hey I'm sorry about the other day, it was something meant for a stranger. Not someone I would see again. I'm really so-" I start to say.

"Stop it right there. You have nothing to be sorry for. I was actually hoping I could ask you out for a drink?" Kelly interrupts me.

"Oh, uh, yeah that'd be cool. I know a good bar not too far from here."

"Great. How about tonight at eight?" Kelly says.

"Sounds good." I grin at her. She hands me her clipboard and a pen, and I look at her with an unknowing look. 

"For the address." She assures me.

"Oh ok." I take the clipboard and write down the address and hand it back to her. She looks down at it and nods. 

"See you tonight!" Kelly says excitedly. She gives me a smile, then walks away to her assistant. I watch her hips sway back and forth as she walks away. Damn she's hot. 

I get back to work, the day dragging on as I wait for tonight's adventures.

[svts-things]

Best friend?

Hoshi × femreader

Warnings:cheek kiss,light smacking,cursing

It was summer time.

You woke up got ready for your college wearing the uniform which was a white shirt with a gray skirt and a gray vest. You didn't bothered to wear the blazer and a leggings as it was hot. You wore your shoes,checked your bag and went downstairs to greet your mom.

"Good morning mom"you said

"Good morning baby.Come sit here and have your breakfast."

You had your breakfast and when you were done you gave your mom a kiss on her cheek and went out.

You were waiting for you bestie

"Hey y/n-ah!"

You looked ahead and saw soonyoung,ur bestie. You guys were in your first year but knew each other since when? Since diapers.

"Hey soonyoung-ah!"you replied back with the same energy.

"We are gonna get the test papers today"he said as u guys started walking

"Oh right hope we pass"u said

"Pass?damn u always score good ok being in top 10 of our class.....always"

"Not always tho"

"Yeah sure~"he said while pulling a face which made u smack him on his back

He stopped and smacked u lightly on ur head.

You lightly spanked his butt and ran away while laughing

"Yaaaaa u pervert!!!"he said while chasing you

You guys reached ur college and went to the class. Yes you guys were in the same class and bench mates too.

Soon the homeroom teacher came and started distributing the test papers.

He was a very kind teacher and always understood the children very well

"I'll be writing the correct options on the board so that u guys can check your papers and let me know if I made any mistake while checking" he said as he started writing on the board.

"How much did u get babe?" Soonyoung asked you

"45/50"

"Damn...I got 39"

"Not bad sweetie"you said gvg him a smile

Your friendship was platonic bur over the years u started hvg feelings for him but u couldn't tell abt it to anyone or confess it to him as u didn't know about his feelings.

While checking the paper you saw one of your answers were correct but sir had marked it wrong. You stood up and went to him.

"Yes y/n?"he asked politely

"Sir my answer is correct yet you have given it a cross"

"Oh show me pls"

"Y/N pls move aside a bit" said one of you classmates as you were blocking the board. You went to side which made it a bit difficult to peep in ur paper so u leaned on the desk .

This made an access to your back of ur upper thighs to be on a show.

Hoshi was waiting for u but saw the students who were passing by in the hallway looking at u strangely

Some boys also smirking and halting while looking at u.

He moved a bit and saw the situation.

He got up and went behind you covering your legs.

He pulled u back by ur arms

"Stand straight"he whispered in ur ears in a strict tone

You did as u were told to do

He glared at the boys in the hallway which made them go away

"Here I'm sorry"ur sir said handing u the paper.

"Oh it's alright sir no need to apologize" u said taking the paper.

"Oh soonyoung? Where is ur paper?"he asked him

"Oh no sir I just came to gv y/n a company u know best friend things"he said smiling sheepishly

Ur sir chuckled and said you guys to go back

It was break time and u guys went to the roof top. It was usual for u two to hv ur lunch on rooftop.

"What was it abt in the class down there?"

U asked as soon as u guys settled on a bench on the roof top

"Your skirt is too short buy a new one this one was only able to cover ur butt"he said while eating.

"Wtf"u said looking at him

"What?"he asked looking at u

"Why were u looking at my legs huh u pervert "

He scoffed leaning closer

"It wasn't me but some random boys who were enjoying the view" he said looking into ur eyes while forming a fist

"Why you getting so worked up tho"u just wanted to tease him a bit but u were grateful that he protected u from nasty stares

"Coz I love you" he said

"Huh?"

"Dumbass"he said and went towards the railing looking at the view

"No u r a dumbfuck" u spat back going beside him

He just smiled

"Since when?" U asked

"I guess Since 5-6 years ago"

U looked at him with wide eyes

"What about u?since when did u start loving me?"he asked u

"How r u so sure?"u asked

"I just know..but if u don't I'll make u fall for me"

"Well since 3 years"u answered

He chuckled "I won"

"Lol"u said chuckling back

You guys stood there enjoying the view

"Well then..."he said looking at you

"We date?"u asked

He nodded smiling

You went closer to him and gave him a smooch on his cheek holding his shoulders for support

He had a toothy grin when you pulled back making u frown

"I thought u would be disgusted"u said

"No not at all"he said

He leaned towards your face holding your waist and u closed ur eyes when his lips were close to urs

"Buy a new skirt I don't want anyone to see what's mine"he said backing away

"Heyyy"u whined.

He laughed

"This size is perfect for me coz a bigger size might be longer in length but bigger for my waist"

"You are tall so stich one accordingly "he said

The bell was about to ring

"Lesssgooo baby girl" he said smacking ur butt lightly and running away"

"Yaaaaa"you ran behind him

Your tiffins forgotten on the bench

[synthy-sizer]

“Oh, Sofia, wait up.” She pauses and lets you catch up. “I patched something up for you. Thought you might find it neat.” You hand her your latest side project, an old Wonderswan you fixed. “I had to practically re-solder the entire board, but she works now. And I even managed to salvage a few cartridges.” She fiddles around with the handheld. “How does it work…?” You can't help but laugh just a little. You almost forgot she's never held a handheld game system. It makes you miss your Duo…

“Right, you've never used a game system before. Hold onto it, and I'll visit sometime soon and teach you how it works.” You give her a pat on the head and let her go. Jordan escorts her out and you close the door behind her.

“It's like we're divorced parents splitting custody.” You scoff at Violence's remark. “At least we can take care of her as a collective. More than we can say for our folks.” Violence hefts one of your heavy handmade firearms, examining it absentmindedly. “I feel like I need to go out and clear my head. Do you want to join?” You roll your eyes. “With you? As if.” You playfully shove his shoulder and the two of you share a laugh. “I figured maybe we could explore a bit more of the city, take in the sights. Maybe find something useful for the launch?” “Or something familiar? Maybe some old memories?” The look on his face tells you everything you need to know. “I told you to give it to me straight. It's ok to feel nostalgic.” He groans. “And kill my tough guy persona?” “Come on, dummy.”

The next thing you know you're wandering the wastes. It's hard to believe sometimes that this was once a bustling urban metropolis. The buildings have been reduced to full gray skeletons of the businesses and homes they once were. The only signs of life now are the warm green moss and plant life that have taken root. There are other things here, of course, but they're a perversion of the word “life”. You walk through the street. Cars clutter the road, completely rusted through, like corpses. There's barely any asphalt left. Most of it is dirt and grass, debris, and shattered bits of glass. All 3 crunch under your boots. Sometimes it strikes you just how silent the wastes are. Aside from the occasional wind channeling through the road, the only noises come from Violence and yourself. The silence feels heavy, like you can't speak due to the pressure on your chest. Going out here can be intimidating as much as it is calming. Even though the 2 of you are more than capable of handling anything you face, of course.

Violence gently grasps your hand and nudges you. “Remember that,” he whispers? You look around. It's a familiar-looking city block, despite the years of neglect and decay. “Is this the cafe we used to hang around at?” He nods and chuckles a bit. “Sure is. It's crazy that it's still here.” “I remember sitting in the booth and playing multi-player on our Wonderswans.” The two of you reminisce for a moment before a thought strikes you. “Do you think the Apollo college is still intact?” Violence tilts his head. “Maybe. Anything they directly built tended to be a lot more sturdy than the rest.” “Wanna take a look?” He sighs. “I don't know if I want to remember that.” You look at him and rub his shoulder. “Then maybe we should use it as an opportunity to remove some of that history, huh?” He thinks for a moment. “Yeah. I guess maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea.” You peck him on his cheek. “I never have bad ideas.”

The trip to the old college is a long one without the old trams. But luckily, you can propel yourself through the air faster than any car, bus or tram. The dense city blocks and clogged up roads fly by in a blur until eventually you touch down, face to face with Violence's old college. At its face, you wouldn't know, even before the years of abandonment and exposure to the elements, that it was a college. Every business around Apollo HQ was another building in a dense, cluttered metropolitan nightmare. Every building was a skyscraper. You would have to go out of your way to find a standalone building, far outside the wide radius around their central location. Sector 2K has been like that as long as you can remember. The corn fields and independent farms had their clear, blue skies interrupted by the gigantic monoliths, blotting out the sun at the right time of day.

You try the old doors. Locked, obviously. You flex your arm, and your mind, and rip the door right off the hinge, throwing it across the street with a loud crash. You gesture to Violence. “After you.” As the two of you step inside you instantly catch the characteristic musty smell of abandoned buildings. The foyer is completely dark except for the light streaming in from the door you removed, blocked by plywood and makeshift barricades. It's a good thing you always keep some tools on you. You flick on a flashlight and toss another to Violence. “What floor does the college start on?” “13.” He sweeps the light around and glances over the old educational posters. “I remember walking past these on the way to class back in the day.” You turn your light towards them, too. There's a solar system poster with the 10 planets orbiting the sun, reminders of voice levels in class, and even a labeled map of the US. “Guessing we won't be taking the elevator, huh?” The two of you make your way towards the stairs.

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[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Two, Part 2

"You had been talking about that for quite some time." She was looking directly into my eyes. It felt a little uncomfortable, but that was alright. Eye contact has freaked me out for the past few years. It's intimidating. "What made you finally bite the bullet?"

"I had enough. I couldn't do one more day. I hated it so much. I hated everything about it. So for my own mental health, I ended my education."

"How did that feel? To know it was over." Sarah's eyes watched for my body language.

"Relief. And it was wonderful," I replied.

"That's good. There wasn't any shame in it?"

"Nope. Not in the slightest. Still nothing."

"That's great. And you didn't do it on impulse. That's a big thing. You planned it out and followed through. Now let's get back to the girl you met." She flipped a page up and in the space between the board and the pad.

"Ok. So anyway, I literally ran into her. Knocked her books down. Knock an apple down. And then I actually looked at her, and I had to try."

"Try what?" Sarah interrupted me.

"Asking to hang out. Three years. And there were plenty of chances there, but no. Three years and a random encounter is all it took."

"What made you decide to break your streak?"

"She was gorgeous. And I really felt like I needed to. There was this voice that said I had too, and I listened. I had too. I had to at least try, you know."

She nodded at me. And scribbled.

"So I asked her for coffee, she said yes. I ran home and then met her back at the campus. She asked if I'd be cool getting something stronger..."

"Two questions. Why'd you go back home and what do you mean by something stronger," she said, interrupting me again. Which was fine, otherwise I'd spout out as quickly and direct as possible. This way, she stopped it, and forced me to constantly stop and go. It'd make my mouth slow down and my brain to catch up.

"I went home to shower. Change. Kill time. And like a drink. A beer to be exact," I said.

"Oh ok. That makes sense."

"We went to this bar, The Uptowner, had two beers each and she left. I got her number at the end, so that was cool."

"You had two beers and did what, just talked?" Scribble, scribble, scribble.

"Yeah. It was fun."

"So what was the reason you asked to hang out? That's quite out of character for you."

"I don't know. Just had a gut feeling to not let that pass by, I guess." I shrugged. It wasn't something I had thought about really. But now that she brought it up again, why did I? I couldn't remember what the actual reason was why I knew I had to at least try. I felt like she'd asked that question a couple times now, in different words. She did sometimes, because eventually my resolve would break, and I'd actually spit out a truth even I didn't really know. Like I said, she knew how to work me. How to get me to open up. Every time.

"Well, I think it's a definite step up in your progress. Maybe you're finally allowing someone new in." I could hear the pen scribbling against the paper. The clock ticked, and I could hear that too. Everything seemed very, very loud. The idea of letting someone inside absolutely terrified me. There weren't many that had gotten passed the very carefully crafted shell I wore. Chad was able to get grandfathered in, being my best friend, before and after.

"I don't know about that. I mean, the thought of it alone bugs me," I said, rubbing my arms, as if I'd just stepped into a cold breeze off the lake.

"Maybe it's subconscious. Maybe you're brain knows something you don't. It wouldn't be the first time with you. How many times has something come through in some way, before you figured out what was happening? You should listen to yourself sometimes," Sarah said, turning on that degree from some college.

[koalaray]

Chapter 1

The Mud Dogs x human!reader

[College AU Masterlist | College AU Info]

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You woke up around 10:00am, greeted by the sunlight shining through your curtains. You rolled out of bed, stretching out your arms with a big yawn. Unfortunately, you got up too fast and ended up just face planting on the ground.

“Ow…”

After laying there for a few more minutes, you sighed and stood up. Slowly this time. You exited your room, dragging for feet a bit and yawning again.

“Gooooood morning roomie!”

You blinked and looked up to see Mickey with the biggest smile on his face. It was almost as blinding as the sun.

“Did you sleep well? I hope you did. I heard a thud earlier though, are you ok? Did you hurt yourself?”

“Uh, no, I’m fine. Just got up too fast,” you said.

“Oh good,” Mickey sighed in relief. “Wait, I almost forgot!”

He rushed over to the small table in your little kitchen area. He turned around to face you while holding out a plate of pancakes.

“I made you breakfast!”

Damn, you really lucked out with this roommate. Honestly, how can one guy be so nice?

“Awe, Mickey,” you cooed. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Pfft, yeah, I know. But I wanted to. It’s a way of saying ‘Welcome to the campus!’” Mickey said with a bright grin.

You couldn’t help the grin growing on your face. Mickey’s joy was extremely contagious. Before you knew it, the two of you were sitting across from each other at the small table, enjoying the delicious pancakes.

“So…” Mickey began. “Do you have any ideas of what you want to do today?”

“Sort of,” you said. “I kinda want to do some exploring. You know, get used to the campus so I can find my way around.”

“Oh, you should definitely check out the cafe we have!”

“Oh yeah, I think I heard about that. It’s really cool that you guys have one on campus.”

“Right? It’s so awesome! You should also go by the library and the computer lab. Just so you can find your way around. There’s also quite a few places that classmates like to just hang out. Other than the cafe I mean.”

“Do you think you could show me around?”

“Oh uh,” Mickey trailed off a bit. “Well, I was actually meeting up with a friend today. But I could definitely walk you over to the cafe! There’s a really nice human who works there.”

“That would be great. Thanks Mickey.”

“No problem roomie!”

“Heh, you know, I’m glad I got you as my roommate,” you said with a warm smile.

“Awe,” Mickey cooed. “I’m glad I got you as a roommate too!”

When Mickey noticed you had finished eating, he got up and took both your dishes to the sink.

“Oh, Mickey, let me—“

“Nope!” He interrupted. “You’re new to campus this year. You deserve the best experience!”

You smiled again. Mickey really was the best roommate you could have hoped for.

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You stayed close to Mickey as he led you to the cafe. All the looks you were getting made you more nervous. Not all the looks were hostile, but the ones that were sent a shiver down your spine.

Mickey must have noticed and decided to grab your hand. You looked over at him to be greeted by his warm smile.

“Don’t worry about them. Some humans and yokai still aren’t entirely on board with the whole ‘living in harmony’ thing.”

You smiled back at him, thankful for his comfort. Mickey then looked ahead and tugged on your hand with excitement.

“Look, there’s the cafe! Let’s go!” He exclaimed.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. Mickey led you inside, glancing around before he beamed at the sight of someone familiar. He pulled you towards the counter before finally letting go of your hand.

On the other side of the counter was a lovely dark skinned girl with glasses. Her brown, curly hair was tied back in a pony tail. She smiled at Mickey.

“Hi Mickey! Who’s your friend?”

“This is y/n! She’s my new roommate. This is her first year being on campus.” Mickey looked over to you. “Y/n, this is April. She’s really cool. I think you’ll get along well.”

“Nice to meet you y/n!” April greeted you enthusiastically.

“Ditto,” you said.

“Anywho,” Mickey drawled. “I gotta go meet up with Mikey. I’ll see you later!”

Mickey rushed out the door as you and April waved goodbye. You then turned your attention back to April.

“So who’s Mikey?” You asked.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll meet him eventually.” April said with a smile. “Anyway, I still have about a half hour before my break. If you want, you can wait over at one of the tables and then we can talk when my break starts.”

“Sure, that sounds good,” you said.

“Awesome! I’ll meet you over there in a bit.”

You walked over to the only empty table left in the cafe and made yourself comfortable. You just took out your phone and played Honkai: Star Rail while you waited.

You heard footsteps approaching and stopping at the table. You look up with a smile, expecting to see April, but you were surprised to see a tall rat yokai standing before you.

He looked down at you with judgmental eyes and briefly glanced around the cafe once more. With a sigh, he turned his attention back to you.

“Is this seat taken,” he asked with a slightly irritated tone.

“Well uh—“

“Great, thanks,” he interrupted, proceeding to sit himself down across from you and took out a book.

You frowned. Rude much? You grumbled under your breath. At least there was a third seat at the table, so April could join you when she was on break.

“So, what’s you’re name rat man?” You asked, doing your best to keep a polite tone.

The rat yokai looked up at you with an inquisitive gaze. Perhaps he wasn’t used to humans communicating with him? Regardless, he decided to humor you.

“Danny. My name is Danny.”

[oflgtfol]

so for context me and this guy went to the same college for undergrad together. we were in the astronomy club together. we didnt start talking until the last like two years of my time there? because my first two years were spent with me being a reclusive freak who couldnt make friends or speak to anyone, and then online meetings because of covid. it was just casual like oh hi we are in the same club together to then like him being one of the people i gravitated towards for small talk because i didnt know anyone wlse in the club but he was really outgoing and became a board member so it was still like. We’re friendly and will chat but we arent friends yknow!

he wound up graduating before me by like a year but he met up with us for an astro club trip during the fall semester of my senior year. he had mentioned he worked at [redacted place] and so i was like 👉👈 how do u get a job there. and he gave me his boss’s email and then lo and behold when i graduated i emailed him and got the job as well

Now additional context this guy is like, 30? i think somewhere around there. and so by now he’s worked here for years enough to where he actually has a full time job elsewhere and only comes in here once a week

and so yknow once i got hired i didnt work a shift with him till like months after i started so then it was like oh im working X shift i’ll finally get to catch up with him lol!! but nowadays im working much more consistent and nearly full time hours here so i overlap with him at least once a month and so i’d say after actually working with him like we’re real friends now not just friendly hi there clubmates lulz

so then last weekend, the day before i overlapped a shift wirh him, i was alone in the building and panicking cuz i needed something so i was in the company slack like Hi everyone. Do you know where this important object is. and this guy was the first one to respond and was the only one whose response was actually helpful. so then when i worked with him rhe following day he asked how that went and i was filling him in and he was like, wait how do i not have your number? cuz u could just text me instead of feeling embarrassed for going into the whole company slack asking for help. so yknow like we’re friends AND coworkers now so its like whatevers yeah lol lets swap numbers who cares

but im so used to like, when swapping numbers w coworkers, to pretty much only talk about work stuff until we get more comfy talking outside work, and then occassionally move into brief casual conversations. so imagine my surprise when he just comes right out the bat swinging w the casual conversations. and its like yeah ok like we have years long history prior to working together as coworkers but its also like, i feel like we only actually became legit friends after working together??? so like idk there is still the coworkerly aspect to it that i cant shake

And so i start my joking along bc yeah whayever im not gonna make it weird but then like. i am an atrocious texter. i can and will take days to respond if not entire weeks. but yknow i have to work with this guy so i dont wanna leave him hanging and make things weird so after like 2-3 days i make sure to respond but then still leave things sparse, mostly because i was busy as fuck this week

so today he texts me while im on my break. the daily break schedules are posted publicly basically for anyone in our department to see regardless of if theyre actively working at the momsnt. so he texts me maybe 5 mins into my break and im like oh man is this a coincidence or not. and his text was like “why dont you stay late today so we can work a full shift together. no reason. just to hang out haha” LIKE HUH?? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???? and thats what prompted me to make that hmmmm post earlier today. like its not weird enough for my hackles to rise but its also like. Im baffled? im gobsmacked?

so im like man he can see im on my break i have no excuse to not text to finally i respond again and im like lol sorry i cant im so tired ive been working a lot this week (A. ive been looking forward to finishing malevolent s4 tonight all week long and i cannot do that if im working a surprise 14 hour shift. B. i am genuinely so tired and i really just need a nice night in. it was indeed a long week and C. it is a casual hint that like hi im not like purposefully ignoring you i just suck at texting because im so incredibly busy all the time)

AND HIS RESPONSE IS “AWW YEAH YOU WORK A LOT 🥺” LIKE. HUH ?!?! HUH ⁉️⁉️ Im even MORE baffled, even MORE gobsmacked than i was before. why are you a 30 year old man using 🥺 ????? and he says “no worries, our shifts still overlap so i’ll see you tonight” LIKE YEAH I KNOW ALREADY. I ACTUALLY LOOK AT THE SCHEDULE (he also has famously announced he never looks at the schedule because he always works the same singular shift every week - why is he looking at the schedule suddenly ????) HUH? HUH??? HUH?

like i really feel like im overthinking this and he’s just being friendly and potentially we have different ideas of what exactly our friendship entails and so i do not want to be like hey hi yeah we were classmates and all and you were one of the few friendly faces to me back when i was struggling to make any friends at all, and i do not want to insult those years by implying that like we arent actually friends enough to joke around and tex outside work related stuff, but also like. I am someone who requires either a decade of talking to someone daily, or like a trauma filled blood pact, to become actual friends with. so like yeah i would in fact call our friendliness in college something akin to friends but theres a difference between friends and Friends(TM) yknow? so im just left feeling absolutely fucking baffled by all this. Im baffled. bewildered even

[castle-dominion]

5x5 probable cause

plot heavy one, idk if I want to watch it rn. Maybe I'll use the extra 20 minutes I won, even tho the dvd set is due soon.

(also just remembered a song: hey dom hey what show me how you buffalo I'll show you how I buffalo with my hands up high & my feet down low, this is how I buffalo buff-alo bu buff-alo, buff-alo, buf buff alo hey next person)

Ok so I did indeed spend some of my minutes reading a fic idea to my brother for his opinion bc he's smart but he gave no thoughts.

Why wouldn't tess pick up the mail? She's dead that's why Oh no blood oh it's still dripping Oh yo that is gross af

lmao castle comes out with a sword Oh yeah. College. Laundry. Oh yeah. College. Visiting home & eating food. RC: what abt your laundry? My lil bro: What about your lung water? love how the guitar sound plays while he toys with the orange juice

Lanie won't sleep for weeks? doctor parish? who works with the dead? who has been to countless murder scenes? probs more than a hundred even Would you need a second person to help you put up the body

it WAS the roommate!

Why is ryan standing facing more to castle than the murder board? ig bc castle is speaking but... Make a copy of the symbol & run it through the internet

saturday, what day is it today? I like how the body is not super fresh like it usually is drugged? yep I was right!

ryan's outfit ooh so so nice. It is nicely woven & I might grab a pic. surgically wiped?

RC: Jewelry. I never would've thought of that. [for the crime finger prints] KB: I guess I'll have to remind you when my birthday's coming up. [telling rick to think of that in a different context] Esposito looks nice & all but he is just wearing a tshirt

Yeah, ok, tons of ppl forget to wipe their fingerprints off the outside of the apartment they just murdered in.

Lol he IS in the system, he has been arrested too much

Interesting editing & stuff. v nice. oh right, dun dun dun it's castle & all that csu got them first? I mean good... they always mess up the crime scenes

I had smth to say but forgot it bc I am not pausing the ep as much as I have in the past. espt has his gun

Not that you KNOW of first name? JE: Contaminated crime scene is not a joke. I'll square this away with CSU. You watch your hands next time, okay?

Looks enough like Someone We Know... Ok but isn't the juvvie file sealed until they actually commit a crime as an adult? This guy has not been proven to have done any crimes yet

Hm. Man has curlier hair than I expected. friday morning, friday evening... Hm I like his shirt. Kind of pink but faint squares patterned on it.

True, he would probably not be flustered

Ah good, they have a diagram of the sigil thing

KB: A diamond earring? KR: We found it in the couch. CSU couldn't pull a print off it, but you see the design? That's custom - Erica Courtney. JE: And you know this how? KR: I recognized it from when Jenny and I went ring shopping. [Esposito gives Ryan a teasingly dubious look.] KR: Anyway,

Looks like Someone We Know you can't see the hair colour there bro. Also othe nose is too long

first names & stuff.

*closes the door after becks leaves but before espt can, right in front of his face* Javi, there's something you need to know

Cut to the shock at finding out abt their relationship He looks ahocked af lmao Normally I'd be happy for them! Also neat to see his financials. Mostly car & cab stuff. A radio donation tho which sounds fun. So many first names this episode

Did I throw a party & forget again? XD At least he is seeing the warrant The way he waited for her to say who bought it for her implies he didn't know LT holding him back THE MUSIC WHEN HER EYES GO TO HIM DANG

If the killer was THAT meticulous, then he would not have left evidence like that in his own apartment

Find evidence. That is your job

When you look through castle's phone records we know well you only learned of it this day my dude reminds me of the "we're detectives" 'called your dad' scene

Yeah. Gates is probs the best for this interrogation His scalp moved lol RC: I'm flattered but it wasn't me! castle it is not best to point fingers away from yourself for the sake of getting them away from you. I mean it is, it is important that they investigate all avenues, but still. How does a burner cell send a messag efrom tess's phone? Paid companion is a nice way to put it

Girl you can check his word count, teachers use that technology to check how students are doing tests. It shows when the changed were made.

love martha's gloves the music is great saying "nobody could have gotten in" is not helpful

Remember back in like s2 or smth when becks said "don't worry castle I'd break you out" it was the galaxy of greg episode, the prison break episode yeah 3x5

the same way as tessa's? But the affair? Seriously? That was included in the details? Oof the music

sitting on the floor hhhh crying hhhhhhhhhhhh maybe he was already writing the dry run & killed her in strangling passion & then he used the written murder (which he as not planning on committing) to hide it & deleted the file to hide that fact

like a little boy so scared sdjdskhfjsh sad sad sad "fun?"

Oooh nice angle babes!

FREAKIN J ROOK? I DID NOT GET A CHANCE TO SEE THAT THE FIRST TIME HOLY CROWS 3XK??? but i don't think human noses can tho... do you legit prefer to go by 3xk? not the triple killer not jerry tyson not any other names you had? (btw, marcus gates killed two women & attempted killing another, NOT jerry tyson. I don't think we have actually seen 3xk kill anyone on the show yet. (I noticed that she was strangled with a scarf or rope when dr parish mentioned it earlier this episode but I didn't want to spoil it)

Yeah he really is thorough isn't he He's right, I did think that while he strangled her she is not blonde. Yeah was the writing style castle's? He already said that he prefers 3xk, ricky four years in prison. He was going to pin it on marcus gates, give his brother the surgery, & marcus would go to prison & then he could go killing again. That was his vanishing act. I thought u said u could smell fear not taste it I can see that. Destroy.. ..you,, better than kill not the daughter, not the making love, this is freaking horrifying, & I kind of love it lies of a desperate man, esp one who writes fiction Wait so you WILL kill him? or get him killed? Look into the guys he hired then! Look into the hitmen! lil bro: Scratch him! Get his DNA under your nails!

I wonder how ryan is reacting to this. castle's blue eyes are colourless in this lighting, I love it.

3xk targeted women to kill, he is not killing castle tho Ooh I always like ryan's square patterned shirts

"not at this time" is a great response

Been to central as a cop or as a prisoner esposito? & I like beckett's turtleneck too

I think Dever's acting is the only thing here,

who the heck is "jav"? That's like if a "P.J." was to go by "Peej" or "P" when PJ is already a nickname for peter jacob or paul james or whatever. lil bro: jav you found any evidence yet?

Oh wait... she is not thinking of holding's security for keeping him, she is thinking of it for breaking him out!! WHO got out of holding? Tyson? No, when? Wasn't it the CIA guy who also took a body? gates was like "how did he walk out the front door?" When was tyson ever in holding? He appeared in 3x6, then his gun in 4x14, & now in 5x5, but he was never in holding. 4x15 pandora thomas gage left holding. OH WAIT TYSON DID IT NOW, TODAY I love him too <3 <3 <3

castle still making jokes That flashback <3 Velasquez & LT! We know both their names! Oof he's just walking thry there, everyone sees him, look at that, also look at those boobs on that man. OH NO WHO TOOK HIM!?!?!?

OH NO 3XK KILLED HIM He IS well connected, he is well connected, has resources, & knows procedure, you're correct So what's our next *turns & becks is gone* ...Move?

Like ryan pretending to be a kid in the library in kick the ballistics man still needs to change his look the less you know DEFINITELY the better

Right! He really is the son of a broadway star

Wow lol weirdos there

wow it IS richard castle See? I said the nose is not right

I have not paused enough & I keep not writing things down but I am running out of my allotted time. Anyway I remember what I forgot: ryan doesn't get a lot of screen time, he is wading thru paperwork, he is messed up with this case, he is hurt & angry & doing everything he can to help castle & get 3xk.

looks "a bit" like the show's producer? yeah no

becks maybe don't reveal that you're with a fugitive...

lmao french serial killer Most ppl don't use initials. Calls them "kev" & "espo" & a little earlier "jav" <3

It is not going to be a person it will be a rotating fan or smth wearing their vests but not castle lol remember when ben conrad who wasn't ben conrad shot someone & then disappeared into the closet or smth? What if 3xk did that & he's still here?

Why is castle still here?

He should become a murder mystery writer then, if he likes the pageantry of killing but death only takes a moment.

VG: For this, at least. There's still the matter of your escape from custody. I like gates' looks right now. rly pretty, nice hair, nice red coat girl he escaped before, I'm sure he can do it again.

This is NOT just a place for a stationary conversation for the point of an interesting director's/writer's choice

running em off the bridge? Haven't we seen that already?

He fell back & she kept shooting, which, good, double tap, but she has decently good aim Is that blood on his face? WHERE did he throw away the gun? don't telegraph your location idiot

that is a lot of bubbling water

IT IS ALREADY DAYTIME & THEY HAVEN'T CHANGED?

just like james gillies. He is NOT that careless you are correct. But then why was he meticulous enough in other places? Because either way he would win? either castle dies & beckett lives knowing he was innocent, or castle escapes but 3xk fakes his death?

Just like derrick storm! It has to be public & it has to be final

For now

Ooh interesting outro music! I freaking love it! I should grab my fiddle! Holy moly! They wree right when they wrote this, it can be groovy spy music, it can be sexy 40s music, it can be silly little silly guy music, it can be tragic romantic music... It is a good little riff

Ok now that was incredible. I also wish we got more ryan time in this ep but they couldn't include it bc if they did they would have to include more of him to explain & resolve it. Or you know, maybe I'll be forced to write an episode tag fanfic.

I got off at 15.30, perfect timing!

but now I've spent a whole hour working on a fanfic with my little bro. a casefic dw.

[fknmoonmoon]

Come in From the Storm

Warnings: smut (minors DNI pls thx), swears, drinking bourbon straight from the bottle

A/N: be gentle, I haven’t written smut in months

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The first time you think you’ll marry Rhett Abbott is the first time you see him hold a baby - the day Amy comes home from the hospital. You’re just kids, still in high school, but the way her tiny little body fits in just one of his long, lanky arms, her head resting snugly in the palm of his hand, the way he smiles down at her and coos sweet little nothings…  It’s a given fact, written in stone on your naive little heart, that you’ll grow up and raise a family with this boy. 

Of course, young love is a fragile and fickle thing, and barely two years later you’re leaving for Chicago for college, leaving Rhett to take out his broken heart on anyone with a warm body and a “yes”. The breakup is ugly, it’s loud, it leaves tiny bruises around your eyes where you cried so hard you puked; but your mama hides the garbage bags of memories you try to throw out, tucks them away in the attic for maybe when they’re older they’ll come back to each other.

Rhett Abbott calls you once during rush week when he’s shithouse drunk, and then he doesn’t speak to you for six years. 

You never meant to stay away so long. You always meant to come home after graduation, to open your own firm and give back to the place that raised you. But Chicago has a job for you, a job that comes with six figures and a corporate black card, and your daddy says you’d be insane to turn it down, that you’d do better to work for someone else for a few years before striking out on your own. Wabang isn’t going anywhere.

When you return, it’s almost for his funeral. He’s worked too hard for too long, and now it’s time for you to help him let go of the ranch that’s been his whole life. You can’t manage it, you never intended to, but you’ll be damned if the Tillersons are going to swoop in and steal it for a fraction of what it’s worth. So while the realtors and the lawyers sort out what’s worth what to who, you move him and your mama into a cozy little two bedroom in town. It’s close to the office that now has your name on the door, tiny and nothing at all like Chicago, but it’s yours. 

Every Tuesday you drive out to the ranch to check on the place. Not that you need to. Your parents’ employees love it like it’s their own, and you hope whoever buys it will keep them on. They’ll probably tear down the farmhouse, though. It’s fine. The floors creak and too many of the boards are tripping hazards, the wallpaper hasn’t been refreshed since Reagan, the plumbing is a goddamned nightmare. Still. You’ll miss it.

You’re checking the flue in the downstairs fireplace when footsteps echo through the empty house, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You recognize his walk, would know the sound of his boots anywhere.

“Hey.”

Your stomach falls through the floor. He’s leaning in the doorway between you and the kitchen, hat on, feet crossed, tall. Handsome.

“You ok?” 

You blink, give your head a little shake. “Yeah, just…. surprised.”

“I woulda called, but I… got a new phone awhile back, lost all the numbers.”

“Oh.” You’ve had the same cell phone number since you were fifteen, and he memorized yours before his own.

“Yeah.” He looks down at the floor, toeing at an imaginary spot on the wood. His hair’s a lot longer than it used to be. “So you’re really selling, huh?” 

“Yeah.” You’ve held your own in front of billionaire CEOs and a former prime minister, but apparently Rhett Abbott can still leave you speechless. Your breakfast is threatening to come back up.

He clears his throat, twice. “Got any buyers?”

“I, uh… I don’t know, there’s a team of lawyers and… stuff… handling it.”

He nods, his mouth a thin line, and there’s a few moments of silence before he shifts away from the door frame. “I gotta get back. S’good to see you.” He’s gone before you find your voice again.

Three days later, the realtor sends you an offer. The Abbotts - Cici and Royal - want the land, and will meet asking price on a single condition - that Rhett buys the house plus three acres around it. 

“What does that boy want with the house?” Your father has to ask you twice. You’re reading over the email for the fifth time. 

“I don’t know.”

Rhett answers your call on the second ring. “Hey.”

“Meet me at the house.” You don’t even bother to change into real clothes, something you regret when the cool air of the evening hits your thin t-shirt and lounge shorts. 

He’s waiting for you on the porch swing, the one the two of you helped your parents hang ten years ago. The storm clouds rolling in the distance are menacing but far enough away, for now. There’s a bottle of bourbon on the railing. 

“Guess you got the offer.”

“What the fuck, Rhett?” 

He shrugs. “Mom and Dad need the land. I need to move out.”

“Into my house?” 

“Your house?” He leans back into the swing, arm draped over the back. “Yours? You haven’t been home in ten years.”

“Six,” you correct him sharply. The sudden anger is warm in your chest. 

“Somehow feels longer.” A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Or maybe not long enough.”

“How the hell can you even afford…”

His smile fades, eyes narrow, and you leave the sentence unfinished. “Why do you care?”

You don’t know. There’s no logical reason to be upset. The Abbotts are offering ample money. Rhett can’t live at home forever. But to move here, into a house full of memories of a future that never came to be…

“Have a drink with me.” He rises from the swing and grabs the bottle. You mean to refuse, but a clap of thunder startles you; when you turn to look, the storm has moved in much faster than you anticipated.

You find him opening cabinet doors, searching for cups. “We moved everything out.” It doesn’t phase him. He just unscrews the cap and takes a drink, offering the bottle to you from where he leans against the counter. He splurged on the good stuff.

Maybe you shouldn’t be perched on the counter sharing a bottle in your empty kitchen, but the wind has whipped up and the sudden downpour isn’t letting you leave any time soon, and after a few pulls from the bottle both of your tongues are a little looser. 

“So. Big city girl returns home, then?”

You set the bourbon just out of his reach. “Yep.” He’s looking everywhere but at you. 

“Surprised you remember your way around a stick shift,” he nods out the window towards your father’s truck, and you roll your eyes at the implication. “Can take the girl off the ranch but not the ranch out of the girl, I guess.”

You stay quiet, willing the storm to blow on by so you can get the hell out of here.

“Surprised to see you in boots, too, not really the image you aim for anymore is it?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rhett.”

He chuckles, leans over your body to grab the bourbon, and the smell of him makes your belly clench and your eyelashes flutter. “Still a mouth on her, at least.” He tips the bottle near upside down, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand when he’s done. “Some things never change.”

“Like you’d notice if I did,” you mutter, grabbing for the bottle. “Haven’t even seen me for six years, and-”

He grabs suddenly at your jaw, pushes himself between your legs with a hard look of fury. The bourbon crashes to the floor, glass shattering, but neither of you pay it any mind. “And who’s fuckin’ fault is that, huh?”

You return his glare, centimeters from his face. “I asked you to come with me.”

His laugh is dark, bitter. “Yeah. Bring your dumb hick high school boyfriend to sit around your high rise while you…” He trails off.

“While I what?” You push at him, forcing him a whole two inches back. His hand releases your jaw. “Make something of myself?” It’s your turn to be furious. “I paid cash for a whole fucking house for my parents, I’ve been all over the fucking world, and you’re still just-” A sob catches in your throat. 

“Still what?” The storm outside is no match for the one in his eyes. “A dumb hick?”

“One of us had to do something with our lives, one of us had to get out of here.” A tear spills down your cheek; you always cry when you’re mad, dammit, but the sight of you crying has never been something Rhett Abbott can bear. His face softens, and he wipes at your face with his calloused thumb.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice strains against the sob still threatening to break out of you. “You’re not… I didn’t mean you’re…” You swallow at the lump in your throat. “You didn’t even call me, Rhett.”

You see the moment his heart breaks, the wobble of his lips before he presses them to yours, forceful but unbearably tender, too. He tastes of the bourbon and the faintest hint of tobacco. Your hands rise instinctively to tangle in his hair and keep his mouth on yours, for even as he parts his lips to deepen this kiss you’re terrified he’ll pull away.

His arms circle themselves around you to pull your bodies tight together; he’s stronger, broader, harder than you remember. You slide your hands down his neck, over his shoulders, up to his face, frantic to be as close to him as you can, and when you have to lean away for a gasping breath he attacks your neck with desperate kisses, returning your soft moans with his deeper grunts. 

“I’m sorry,” he mutters in between kisses. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The hard, stiff fabric of his jeans is rough against the flimsy fabric of your shorts, but you meet the rocking of his hips with your own and that delicious friction is almost enough to make you come.

“I missed you,” you whimper, your voice finally cracking as the tears start to flow. “I missed you so much for so long…” He trails his lips over your jaw and across your cheeks, his hands coming to cup your face as he again licks into your mouth.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” he grunts, and it makes you laugh even as you cry. He lowers a hand between you, shoves it past your waistband and into your panties where he drags a knuckle through the gathering wetness. “Fuck,” he grunts again, rolling that same knuckle over your clit and returning his mouth to your neck when you let your head fall back with a gasp. There’s a molten heat blooming in your belly, a tension coiling itself at the touch of just his fingers. The boy you left behind was enthusiastic but awkward, unpracticed; this is a man who knows what the fuck he’s doing.

“More,” you beg, the steady circling of his finger growing tortuous as that tension coils tighter. “M-more, Rhett.”

He growls before he rips at your shorts, tearing them down your legs and whipping them across the room with your panties while you grab at the button of his jeans, silently thankful he hasn’t worn one of his stupid belt buckles that do nothing but get in the way. He almost pulls you off the counter when he jerks you forward, but pins you in place with one hand while the other finishes pushing away his jeans and boxers; you get a brief glimpse of his erection before he’s too close for you to see, one hand firmly at your hip as he fists himself in his other, lining himself up with you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly he’s softer, slower, another kiss to your mouth when he parts your lips with the head of his cock and slips himself inside of you, fingers tightening on your hip when you let out a breathy moan. He’s bigger.

“Oh my god.” His forehead drops into the curve of your neck. Your legs burn with the effort of this position, but the sweeter burn of his girth is the only thing you can focus on. “Oh my god,” he repeats when he slowly pulls out and buries himself again, pushing another gasp from your chest. He takes his time, wetting his finger with his tongue to again draw circles over your clit while he pumps leisurely in and out of you, lifting his head to watch your face as that tension coils ever tighter. Outside, the storm rages.

He feels himself move more freely within you and his thrusts get faster, harder, grunting with every one. “Rhett,” you whine. “Oh god, oh god, baby, it’s… Rhett, fuck, I…”

“So good, so fucking good,” he says. The pressure on your clit is making your toes curl, ankles locked around him. “Fucking belong here, with me-” His breath hitches when you clench around him, his hips stuttering but his finger on your clit never loses its rhythm. “So good,” he repeats himself, “always so fucking good and mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Fuck, yes, it’s- I’m-fuck, Rhett, fuck!” Those blue eyes are laser focused on you as you struggle to hold his gaze before your orgasm bursts through you and you fall back, scrambling for grip on the smooth counter as you roll your body against his, curses and moans and his name spilling from your lips as he fucks you through it til he comes with an explosive grunt, lifting you nearly off the counter and into his arms. The subtle rut of his hips is the only thing that moves then, the two of you wrapped up like if you hold each other tight enough it will hold back all the years of hurt.

A piercing crack of lightening makes you jerk in fear, the motion causing him to slip out of you, but his arms are steady around you, his face buried firmly in your neck. He speaks, but you can’t make it out over the thunder.

“I said it was supposed to be ours,” he says, rising to rest his forehead against yours. “I thought if I bought it, the house, you would stay. With me.”

That’s ridiculous, you think to yourself, but he looks so sad. “Rhett.” Your voice is soft, tired. “I already came home.”

“To Wyoming, yeah, but…” He works at his bottom lip with his teeth. “I always thought we would end up here, in this house, raising a couple kids, getting old. And then…”

“I left.” The words hang between you.

“Yeah.” 

“I wanted you to come with me.” The words are a pitiful excuse. Rhett Abbott does not belong in Chicago.

“I wanted to go.” 

The both of you are holding back tears, but this conversation happens now or it never happens. 

“One phone call. Six years, you call me one time?” 

He looks ashamed of himself. “First it hurt too much. It never quit hurting, but after awhile I was more afraid of hearing you were fine without me.” He sniffs, clears his throat. “I missed you so hard, it would’ve killed me to hear that you didn’t.”

You tighten your arms around his shoulders and bring your lips to his ear. “I’ve loved you since I was thirteen years old.” It’s his turn to choke down a sob. You lean away to look him in the eye. “But I had to go. You have to understand that, you know I’m not a rancher.”

He nods. “I know.” You stroke your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, and his eyes close as he leans into you. “I’m not asking you to be. Just… if we could, maybe, think about it. Us, here. I make good money on the circuit, and working for dad, I can take care of us, you can work as much or as little as you want.”

“Got it all planned out, do you?”

“Since I was sixteen.” His smile is crooked, sure of himself again. He grazes his fingertips over your arm that’s still hooked around his neck. “Is that still what you want? A life together?”

You lean up to kiss his cheek. “We’ve been a part a long time. Don’t you think we should get to know each other again again?” On the outside you’re level headed, on the inside you’re screaming move me in tomorrow and let’s start making babies.

“That would be the rational, intelligent thing to do, yes,” he says. “But why should I start making rational decisions now?” He grins down at you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Your reply is quick, and it widens his grin. “Let me get my parents settled. Get my office up and running. Take me on a date, let me see if I still like you with your pants on.” You pinch at the wet spot on the hem of his shirt, the both of you giggling. “But yes. Yes, I still want a life with you, Rhett Abbott.” 

He leans in for a soft, sinful kiss, and the heat in your belly blooms again. The storm will rage for hours more, but you’ll pass the time just fine.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Could you maybe write something with dark dark Steve who has a huge size kink and crying kink and loves to humiliate?

School Days

Note: sorry it took so long. been kinda down. also hope i did OK with humiliation.

Summary: Co-worker makes you feel uncomfortable.

Warning: 18+Only, short reader, size kink, crying kink, humiliation kink, non consent, forced fingering and cock warming i think

Dark Coach Steve x Short Teacher Reader

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You had always had a love of teaching. Growing up your friends would always groan when it was your turn to pick what to play, because you always chose to play school.

You knew exactly what you wanted to do when you got to college. You wanted to shape young minds. It was fascinating watching them grow and learn right before your very eyes.

Shelby elementary hired you two years after you received all of your certificates. Replacing their beloved Mrs.Pepper Potts after she moved out of town with her husband.

You taught first graders. You preferred teaching the lower grades. The higher grades were a bit difficult. Competing for attention when most of the students where dealing with raging hormones proved an exhausting endeavor. Your short stature became a reoccurring issue too. During your student teacher days you realized the taller they got the more they seemed to not take you seriously.

At least working with the lower grades you were less likely to be confused as a student. You had lost track of how many times you were stopped in the hall by a colleague. With the lower grades you towered over your class and commanded respect with little effort.

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You felt exhausted. Your first parent teacher meeting was over. It was endearing and encouraging that so many parents had so many concerns about the development of their little ones. But their critiques on your credentials didn't fail to strike a nerve, an issue new teachers faced all the time. You smiled through it as you normally did. Letting them have their back handed remarks as you answered and waited out the clock.

When it was all over you needed a drink. You cleared up the mess they left for you, a preview of what to expect from their spawn.

When everything was in its place you tackled the blackboard. Taking out your stool you stood on tip toes erasing. You had the bright idea of outlining your curriculum on the board for all the parents to view. It was hard getting it all on the massive board, but with your step stool you got as high as you could go.

"Hey! Whoa you know that's dangerous." A voice rushed to your side as your stool tilted.

"Are you OK little one?" he asked helping you down.

God he's tall. You barely came eye to eye with his chest. You tensed in his arms and when he realized his mistake he released you.

"Oh sorry" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed. "I'm Steve Rogers." He reached out a hand for you to shake. You took it and introduced yourself. His firm grip swallowed your hand, when he squeezed you held in the hurt from the pressure.

Steve's presence was intimidating despite the smile he wore. When he released your hand, you took as step back, but he stepped forward.

He is just a close talker. Don't over analyze.

"Sorry again with your clothes I just assumed you were..." He motioned at your clothing.

Taking inspiration from Ms Frizz, your favorite animated teacher, you always wore colorful puffy skirts that depicted various things related to education or fairy tails. The look kept the attention of the youngsters, but it certainly didn't look childish.

"It's OK, but I am afraid you are a bit late for the meeting."

Spinning away you move to the other side of your desk to give yourself more space. "If you wouldn't mind filling in your information, encase of emergencies or special needs. I know you probably filled it out for the front office, but I like to have my own copy." You explained as you handed him a pen and the piece of construction paper with the other parents info.

He took it and filled it out. "I just erased the curriculum, but I can email you a copy."

"Did you also used to teach at Camdien?" Steve inquired, bending over your desk as he wrote. While you waited you packed up your belongings.

"Um yes I was a student teacher there. Did you have a child there too?"

"I coached there actually. Well was." He rose and approached you. Slipping your purse straps on your shoulder, you tried to remember if you seen his face before. You didn't recognize it. As striking as he was you doubted you would forget it.

But the athletic department lived in a world separate from the teachers. Their multiple championships brought in funding that went to their brand new athletic facility. The highly coveted building allowed them to live above the peasant class of the faculty. You had even heard a nonsensical rumor that they even had a Starbucks and onsite masseuse.

When he handed it back you reached out, but Steve pulled the paper just out of reach. Hovering it over your head like a bully playing keep away. You huff and frown after two attempts. You were not a child and would not be treated as such. Pursing your lips you made a move to leave. You would just go through the admin office to get the information.

"Aw don't pout, but I must say you do look adorable when you do." He smiled down at you as he blocked your retreat. His wholesome grin did not match the darkness in his eyes. There was a disconnect somewhere. You felt like a mouse before a lion. Were the other teachers like this? You were so eager to get started working you did little research in the school that so swiftly hired you. "Here you go."

Snatching the paper away you say, "thank you." It sounded slightly annoyed, but you did your best to choke down the edge.

Unhooking the lip of your bag you placed it with the others as his shadow clouded you. Ignoring it you side step him.

"Yeah I remember. I used to see you at Camdien." Steve recalled, blocking you once more. You stopped just short of bumping into him as you closed your bag. "Cute little thing, roaming the halls." Steve informed you, stepping closer once more, making you take a step back. The alarm bells blared in your head at that comment.

"Boy wasn't I relieved I wasn't crossing the line with all the thoughts I had." He chuckled as your back hit the chalkboard. You had to strain your neck to look him in the eye this close.

The principal was making his rounds soon. He wouldn't try anything right?

"Mr. Rogers-"

"Coach" he interrupted. He didn't touch you but that fact gave you very little relief. You felt your nails dig into your palm as you gripped the thin strap of your bag. Your arm the only barrier between you two. "Just call me Coach."

"Rogers!" Your saving grace, Principal Barnes, exclaimed from the door. Steve's body blocked you from James. "There you are. Nice to see your getting to know your colleagues."

"Yeah, just sharing stories from Camdien" Steve stepped aside to greet Principal James. His hand landed on the top of your head, messing your hair as he patted you playfully like a dog. You swallowed the discomfort as he moved to talk to James. You gathered the rest of your things as they focused their attention on each other.

"Oh yeah I forgot you both came from their."

You took that opportunity to make your exit. Walking fast mumbling a 'goodnight,' you bolted toward the door. They replied back, but you ignored it, allowing their chatter to fade the further down the hall you got.

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The first week of school was hectic. Lost students, late students, little accidents here and there, it ran the gambit. But nothing worried you more than P.E. period.

Steve was listed as your classes gym teacher and made the drop-off a chore. It surprised you how increasingly inappropriate he was becoming. Always stretching out your name flirtatiously in front of the children causing them to taunt you with 'OOO's, and pepper you with questions about the nonexistent relationship until you departed.

They stayed in line as you approached the double doors that led to the gymnasium. He was there, dressed in his sweat pants, gym shirt and the whistle dangled from his lips.

As you ushered them inside he caught site of you as he wrangled another group and smirked. It was unnerving especially when your students egged him on by making kissy noises loudly when they noticed him too. On one occasion he sent a note with one of your students asking you out. You ignored it.

You should've reported him you know, but what would they say 'Oh he was just being friendly' or any number of things to justify his behavior. You'd been in enough situations to know without evidence that met their standards nothing would happen.

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In the teachers lounge Steve made his presence known. You stared at your custom coffee mug as it sat high on the edge of the third shelf. You had half a mind to take and break his, as it taunted you from the first. You were growing more and more tired of his antics. This wasn't the first time and you knew it wouldn't be the last.

Two arms planted themselves on either side of you as something rested on your head.

It was him you knew it. Who else would it be?

"Need some help little one?" He hummed.

"God damn it Steve get off me" you barked You elbowed him, but the mountain of a man didn't budge.

"No need to be nasty."

You felt him push you into the counter, crushing you against it as he reached for your cup on the high shelf.

"Here you go" he said placing it daintily in front of you.

Calm down don't blow your lid he is doing this to fuck with you.

"Shouldn't you be watching my class?" You asked as you waited for him to move out of your way.

"Student teacher got me covered. You remember what that's like? Give them the work while we teachers kick back and relax."

He backed away allowing you to get the coffee, but stayed glued to your side. You ignored him, pulling out your phone and flopped on the couch, waiting for gym time to end.

Steve of course sat next to you crowding you into the corner. He boldly placed a hand on your thigh, you brushed it off, cursing at him to 'go away'. If you got up he would only follow so you crossed your legs and leaned into the arm of the couch. Don't let him get to you.

Steve stretched out his arm on the back of the couch. Even sitting next to you he towered over you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in snugly. Your head resting against his tone chest. "God your so adorable."

"Steve!" you almost shriek at him as his other hand slyly crept under your skirt. "Jesus Christ what the hell is wrong with you."

You try to stand suddenly, but get jerked back down. Landing in the same awkward situation as before.

"Fuck you let me go" you hissed at him. He only chuckled as you tried to stop his hand from advancing up your skirt again. You became panicked the further he got.

Clamping your thighs tightly together as he wedged between your crossed legs. Your eyes shifted to the door before you, the couch sat across from the only entrance. If anyone came in they surely would be under the wrong assumptions.

His arm refused to budge as you attempted to pry him away. Steve was nothing but muscle, struggling was getting you no where, each shift pressed him hard against your sensitive area.

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"You know I've been nothing, but nice to you" Steve sounded disappointed.

"Stop please" you sounded panicked and desperate. Your nails dug into his arm as you tried to fight back an ache that taunted you as he teased.

"But you always give me attitude." He stated casually.

You slapped him. The sound loud in the empty room. Your eyes blurred with tears of frustration. Your hit did nothing, only leaving his cheek red, but from the smile on his face he liked it.

"And violent too. Hope you don't act that way around your class" he tsked while poking hard at the growing wet spot. You felt your spine curve and breath become heavier, your toes curled in your shoes as he increased his friction.

"Oh look at you. You like that don't you" he teased rubbing circles after noticing the tension in your legs relax. You cocked back to slap him again, but stopped when you felt his other hand at the back of your neck. It squeezed softly, but it was a warning nonetheless. You felt defeated. Not only was Steve bigger than you, he was stronger. Tears of frustration finally fell as you lowered your hand and let him do as he pleased.

"God your even cuter when you cry." He preened. "Tell you what. Since we don't have that much time....Kiss me and I will stop." You bristled as you felt him peel your panties to the side.

He didn't wait for your reply. Steve crashed his lips on to yours without warning. You flinched expecting pain, but it was soft. It was so tender that with anyone else they would given and close their eyes, accept it, but you couldn't.

"Stop..Steve.. Please" You panted over his lips, pushing at his chest as his fingers pushed into you. He didn't stop, the kiss only embolden him to go further. You whimpered and moaned as he took from you.

"Give me your panties" he asked pulling away from you, but his fingers still curled inside. "You promised you'd stop" you remind him, wiping away tears.

He wasn't going to relent, you could tell by the determination in his eyes. You felt exposed and embarrassed. Anyone could walk in at any moment and he knew it. He would probably get a slap on the wrist while you would need to find employment else where to escape the shame.

"I promise this time" he said lowly. "No tricks."

Swallowing your pride you lifted in your seat, he moved just enough to let the fabric pass. Rolling them down your knees quickly you hand them over. His hands slipped from you as you pass it. He held them up to the light and examined the wetness he created. Wiping away tears, you stood and bolted toward the door, but stopped when Steve whistled loudly.

"I think you forgot something."

You turned to find him pointing at your discarded mug.

"If you leave it, I leave this in it", he waved your shame in the air.

"Don't forget to wash it....don't want it to leave a stain" he ordered from the couch. You walked back on edge. Snatching the mug from the other side of the table. You rushed to the sink and rinsed your cup. More tears fell as you felt the wetness between your legs. The mirror mounted above the sink allowed you to examine yourself. Your mascara bled a bit and lipstick smeared, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with a dab of a napkin.

You swore to never step foot in the lounge ever again. If you needed to eat you would do it in your car or at your desk. This was supposed to be a magical time for you, but with Steve it had turned into a nightmare.

You sniffed as you blinked away the tears, forcing yourself to stop crying. Gym time was almost over and you needed to pull yourself together and collect your class.

"You know how often I wonder about you" Steve said rising from the couch, you watched him carefully from the mirror. You fumbled your mug, the water splashing back at you.

"Steve you promised" you said meekly, utterly defeated. He stared at you through the mirror, you felt his eyes watch your discomfort as you picked up the cup.

"What would the parents think if they knew their kids teacher walks around the class with no panties on" he tutted. You hung your head low and noticed your panties balled up in his hand as he rested it on the counter.

"I also wonder" He said pressing you into the sink. You felt his resolve through his sweat pants. "Do you fit?"

Fit?

Then it became clear. You felt his cock against your backside. You tried frantically to flea, but Steve caught you by the neck.

"I'm willing to bet you can't even fit half of me inside" he whispered in your ear as he bent you over the sink, crushing. "If I'm wrong I will let you go." Your eyes rounded as he hauled up your skirt. You whimpered as the cool air of the staff room tickled your exposed rear.

Steve was really going to fuck you in the staff room. These walls were paper thin and he knew it. Your head swirled in panic as you pleaded with him to stop. He only chuckled and shimmied down his sweat pants as you swatted back at him.

He angled and aligned himself as you sobbed. The tip slipped through your wet thighs, finding the target of its need.

You choked down a guttural moan as he breathed out 'good girl'. He watched your face as every inch stretched through your insides.

"Its is too much" you gasped out, trembling from the pressure, dancing on your tip toes as you adjusted around him.

"Its all inside" he praised the accomplishment. Forcing you to look at the mirror. "You fit me so good...see."

The mirror reflected your assault to your horror. "All cute holding me inside, taking everything I got" he said while stretching you.

Shooting pains radiated from your core as sharp breaths escaped you.

"Look at you" he taunted "coming apart just for me.... "

You heard the door to the room open and close quickly as you panted wildly. Steve didn't pull out, unabashed, letting whomever take in his pale ass as he continued to stuff you.

You didn't know who saw you, you only hoped his massive body hid you and your shame.

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[dragonmuse]

You mention that Eddy and Stede met each other when they're both ready to make a leap. What would have happened if THEY'D met at a different point in time? Like, what if it had been Eddy that Stede and Mary had met in the Brat Pack timeline instead of Izzy and Faith? Do you think they'd still have gotten together and been happy together, or would it have been a case of right person wrong time?

(ok, so the honest answer is that I think Eddy wouldn’t even notice Stede if they met earlier and Stede would’ve been too afraid to talk to her. BUT. I have wanted to imagine them meeting earlier so much! in fact Stede talks about it several times and they have both fantasized about what that would be like in the canon of the verse, so fuck honesty, here is what I would hope them meeting as teens would be like. Please have this bulleted AU, you all know the drill by now. Let’s call this one...Hello Young Lovers) 

-Stede is home for the holidays. He’s almost done with boarding school and he has a college acceptance in hand. No one else is home. His father and stepmother are away and for the first time in years, he’s alone in a good way. At first he doesn’t plan to leave the house. He’ll just hang out, eat what he wants, watch what he wants and live without scrutiny. But after a few days, boredom sets in and also curiosity. With a pounding heart, he buys a train ticket and goes into the city all on his own with the idea that he might go see a show. 

-Eddy has no jobs lined up for the week. She’s brand new to Hornigold’s collection (still two years from any potential collision with Izzy) and the beard is only the first promise of stubble. There’s money burning in her pocket, but no one to spend it on. Mom is gone, recently enough that it's a bleeding wound. The guys are all fine, but the crowbar incident was too recent for anyone to relax around him. Maybe Jack, but he’s on a job. 

-Eddy spots a blond guy, probably about their age. He’s looking at a light display in the window, clearly enjoying the motorized holiday fair that they’ve got going on. He looks rich, nice clothes, big warm jacket. Old instincts make Eddy’s fingers itch, but they know better than to try it. Hornigold had been very explicit about what happened to idiots who got picked up for petty crimes. Still, they edge in close. Maybe if they were really subtle.

-Stede notices a trim person with dark facial hair and lovely dark eyes looking over the same display. 

“Isn’t it something?” He asked, delighted that someone else noticed. “Someone put a lot of work into this.” 

“Oh, yeah...it’s nice,” Eddy fumbled. “Like the...sparkly bits.” 

“Me too,” Stede sighs. “The detail is incredible. Look at that little couple dancing by the tree.” 

There was a small animatronic now that he pointed it out and Eddy leaned in to observe it. 

“Sorry to ask a silly question, but am I even within a mile of the theater district?” Stede asks, a little sheepishly. “I got distracted and now I’m really turned around.” 

-Eddy doesn’t give directions to tourists, but maybe if they help out this rich kid, they’ll want to say thanks. Eddy could think of a lot of ways Stede can thank her and all of them are appealing. 

-They walk and walk and Stede just...keeps talking and noticing things and Eddy doesn’t mean to be charmed or interested. Stede acts like they’re getting away with something just going for a simple walk. At one point, he ducks into a cafe and comes out with hot chocolate for the both of them. Eddy hasn’t had hot chocolate in ages and it’s better than she remembers. They exchanged names, ideas and jokes. Stede is impressed that Eddy already has a job, a profession even if he doesn’t seem to quite understand what it is. Eddy likes the way Stede talks. 

-Stede talks Eddy into coming to see the show with him. It’s a play and they get kicked out before intermission because they’re giggling at how stiff it all is. Then Stede offers dinner because he takes the blame for getting them kicked out. They eat huge bowls of pasta with meatballs the size of Eddy’s fist and both get enormous slices of cake.  

-Stede should go home, but Eddy cajoles him into coming back to their little apartment. She only has a bed, no couch yet or chairs, so they sit on the bed and drink the six pack of lukewarm beer Eddy had left on the counter by accident. Stede’s never had more than few sips of wine before and it goes to his head. He leans in closer and he doesn’t pull away when Eddy touches his hand or elbow to underline a point. 

“So that’s why I wound up failing math,” Stede shrugged. “But I think I won in the end.” 

“Yeah, mate, sure,” Eddy smiled at him. “Bet you win more than lose in the end.” 

“Not historically,” Stede sighed. “What about you?” 

“Oh I’m a winner,” Eddy said solemnly. “Stick with me and who knows where you’ll wind up?” 

“It sounds more fun than where I’m going,” Stede’s smile came back. His lips were very pink and his teeth were very white. Eddy wanted to make a mess of his hair. Of his clothes. Of whatever starch someone had tried to put in his soul. 

“You wanna make out?” Eddy blurted. 

“What?” Stede’s eyes went wide. “Oh no, I-” 

“Fuck, okay then,” Eddy laughed, ready to play it off as a joke. “I meant-” 

“Wait,” Stede took a deep breath, gave her a long probing look. He was clearly scared out of his mind, but that didn’t stop him from saying, “I’m probably not very good. I haven’t really done anything with anyone and I don’t think I-” 

Eddy didn’t wait for him to finish. He wasn’t any good really, but he had a lot of enthusiasm. He was appreciative of Eddy’s tattoos once their shirts were off and despite his nerves, he didn’t stop once as they plowed through making out straight into sex. 

-Stede curled up against Eddy’s side after, tentative, but soft as he stroked a hand down Eddy’s arm.  

-Eddy let’s him stay. Wants him to stay. Maybe asks him, so quietly that it seems impossible that Stede could’ve heard, but he does. They share Eddy’s blanket and despite the chill outside, they’re warm there together. 

-The morning should’ve been an end to it. But Stede didn’t know the rules apparently and Eddy wasn’t sure she cared. When he wrote his number down and asked for hers, she gave it to him. What did it matter? He’d never call. 

-He called that night. And the next. They talked for hours about nothing. Then Eddy got called to a job, no warning and they were gone for days, doing boring shit even. When they got home, their voicemail was full, messages from Stede that got shorter and shorter until a last ‘I’m going back to school in a few days. So...goodbye, I guess.” 

-Eddy has ways of finding people. She drives to the stupidly large house in the creepily all the same neighborhood. It takes her a second to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell.  

-Stede answers the door and when he sees her, he lights up like the animatronics he’d admired so much when they first met. He pulls them into the house, not bothering to ask them a thing and Eddy goes with him, giddy with relief. His bedroom isn’t Stede-like at all, just plain and sensible and neat. Only hints of him in the books piled into the bookcase and tiny wooden ship tucked in beside them. 

-”I just have the last semester,” he explained when they’d worn themselves out. Eddy sat naked in the middle of his enormous bed and Stede lay across it at her feet. “And then I’ll be free.” 

“Why not be free now?” She challenged. “Run off with me.” 

“Sounds nice,” he sighed. “But it’s not so simple.” 

“It should be.” 

It isn’t. Stede does have to go. They spend three days in the huge empty house and then a car comes for him. Eddy waits with him on the lawn for it. She has his address at school in her pocket and her hand on the small of his back. Stede doesn’t dare kiss her here, in the open of this suffocating neighborhood. But he does turn to her, and say without any hesitation, “I love you. Write me, okay?” 

“Yeah,” Eddy said roughly. “I will.” 

He doesn’t love her. If she thinks that’s true than she’ll go mad with it. And she won’t write him. This’ll die as it should’ve days ago. 

-She hadn’t reckoned on Stede writing her. Long letters, rambling and disconnected, but also full of things that he wants them to know. He draws stick figure illustrations in the margins and ends each letter with ‘Love, Stede’.  

-Eddy writes back because the letters are the most interesting thing she has. She writes back because if she doesn’t he’ll stop and then what? Her letters are far shorter, terse and lacking entirely in real information. That doesn’t stop Stede for thanking them for each one, for acknowledging what she said. 

-Summer brings him home, but he doesn’t do more than stop at his sterile house. He comes to her as soon as he can wiggle away and he brings with him the sun. All the light in Eddy’s world arrives at one time. Stede moves himself in and there are pretty curtains on her windows, extra blankets and pillows on her bed. Stede feathers their nest so quickly and completely that she can barely remember how it used to look within a few days. 

-”I’m going to school here.” He told her on the first night of his return. “Dad’ll probably cut me off, but I figured out how to funnel out some money into a personal account. Well. One of the other boy’s said how he did it and I copied them.” 

“You did what?” Eddy sat down hard. 

“I’m not under any illusion that I can make real money for some time, but I won’t be a burden on you,” Stede shrugged. “He won’t miss it, it’s from one of his less legal accounts. He doesn’t think I’m clever enough to steal. It will get me through school at least.” 

Eddy had never been so hot for someone in her entire short life. 

-Hornigold gets wind that Eddy’s got someone, but lots of the guys do and no one really asks. Stede doesn’t meet their work friends. Stede eeks out a few friends at college, including a very nice girl named Mary, who thinks Eddy is hysterical and has no issue treating everyone to fancy meals on her parent’s credit cards. 

-It should fall apart. Eddy expects it to. Work takes them away from Stede regularly. She comes back battered and bruised. He just kisses them. Tucks them into bed. Their dark moods sweep in and Stede offers them treats and leaves them alone if they ask for it. Stede doesn’t really understand the world, makes ridiculous mistakes and Eddy tries to be annoyed, furious even, but instead she just teaches him and he learns without complaint. 

-They tell him that they love him over breakfast because he gives them the rest of the bacon and that is the last drop that spills the water over the rim of the glass of their heart.

"I love you," they say with all the sincerity they can which granted, isn't much.

Stede cries. Which is ridiculous and horrible and then he pulls them into his lap and buries his face in their hair. Maybe Eddy cries too. No one can prove anything, with the way their face was turned.

-Stede finishes college in three years, studying like a demon and determined. He’s not really cut out for the life his father set out for him, and loving beautiful things is no way to make a living. Or so Eddy assumed, prepared to be the main breadwinner for the rest of whatever they were doing lasted. 

Instead, Stede worms his way into a fashion startup. He’s got bold ideas and while his business sense is questionable, it’s better than any of his colleagues. The ruthlessness that was always in him, sharpened with years of living with Eddy catapults him forward. He brings home good money. Then fucking great money. 

-They move. They get a good place with a view of the river. Eddy spends a lot of time looking out that window. Going to work fills her with dread. She wants to stay here in the velvet and silk world Stede has made for them. 

“Ok, then don’t,” Stede said unconcerned. “Do something else.” 

“Don’t know how to be anything else.” 

“Don’t say that, you’re wonderfully decorative,” he teased. “And you’re clever and quick. You could be whatever you wanted.” 

“I know I could,” she realized. “I can do whatever.” 

Which is too many choices. Too many things. She’s drinking with Izzy one night, fucking annoying asshole, but he’s less annoying than the rest of them. He’s clearly into her, but she’s never even thought to give him the time of day. But wisdom comes from strange sources. They've just put an end to a fucking awful job using a combination of shooting and some excellent, if slapdash, sleuthing.

“You know, we would make better detectives than the fucking cops.” 

Eddy stared at him. Izzy stared back. 

“Yeah. We really fucking would.” 

After some debate, she takes Izzy with her when she goes. He comes along like packed luggage and proves himself so useful that she never lives to regret it. Being away from Hornigold does them both a lot of good. Izzy stops acting like someone’s going to stab him the neck if he says please and thank you so that’s nice. Stede is so grateful that Eddy’s happier that he starts a one-man friendship assault on the poor weirdo. 

“Make him stop,” Izzy begged, but Eddy just laughed. Eventually, Stede’s persistence won out, as it often did, and Izzy would instead call Stede to ask him to make Eddy stop whatever annoying bullshit she was on that week. It didn't work, but the complaining seemed to help him.

-She came out ten years earlier. It’s easy to figure out who she is when she’s drowning in Stede’s creations and boundless affection. It's easy as breathing and hard as hell, but they come out the other side lighter.

-Stede proposes in front of the store where they first met. It’s even snowing a little, like the weather itself got its shit together for it. 

-Their wedding is small, but lovely. Just a few friends. Eddy won’t wear white, so Stede does, pleased to put her in a black wedding dress. Mary designs their invitations. Izzy organizes the reception like it’s a military operation.  

-They do great things. They have world enough and time.