#oops wrong tshirt

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Marathon

@jegulus-microfic July 10, Word count 719

“Stop complaining Reggie and get your shoes on! You are going, we always go. It’s tradition at this point,” Sirius ordered, throwing Regulus’s shoes at him. 

“Your friends always go, not me,” Regulus groused. He did not want to stand in a crowd of people and cheer James Bloody Potter on while he ran his marathon and then keep moving to different points along the run to continue to cheer him on. It was a lot of sweaty work, the only bit worth it was going to the pub afterwards. “Why can’t I just meet you at the pub?” He asked, staring down at his shoes. 

“Because it’s what family does, Regulus,” Sirius said kindly, wrapping an arm around Regulus’s shoulder. “Now put your shoes on and let’s get going, or we won’t be there in time to see him off,” Regulus grumbled about it, but wanting to keep Sirius happy he put his shoes on and followed him out of the door. 

The start line was heaving, and he was already getting overwhelmed by the cramped conditions and the noise. At least he’d put on a long-sleeved t-shirt. He wouldn’t have coped at all if strangers touched his bare skin. 

He could just make out James near the front of the runners. Some reality star made a stupid little speech that had Regulus rolling his eyes, then they raised the starting pistol into the air and squeezed the trigger, screwing their eyes shut at the pathetic bang, and they were off.

“WOOOOOHOOOOOO, GO PRONGS!!!!” Sirius cheered loudly, swinging off Remus’s arm. James winked at them as he passed, already overtaking three other runners. He had on the tightest running gear known to man. Regulus felt a tingling in his stomach. That was new. He shook his head and followed Sirius and his friends to the next stop to see James. 

They made it just in time. 

“COR POTTER THEY’VE ALL GOT A RIGHT GOOD VIEW OF YOUR ARSE!!!” Remus yelled out this time. James put a bit more of a sway into his running, wiggling his arse and blowing kisses at them over his shoulder. 

“Come on!” Sirius grabbed Regulus just as James blew one right at him. He was actually quite attractive now that Regulus thought about it. 

They got to the next stop with plenty of time before the runners caught up.

“THAT’S RIGHT, POTTER, PUMP THOSE THIGHS!!!” Peter yelled over the crowd. James burst into laughter but put a bit more effort into his run and easily outstripped the front-runners. 

“Alright, last stop Reggie, right at the finish line,” Sirius grinned at him excitedly. 

Sirius literally pushed people out of his way to get them all to the barrier separating them from the runners. “Quick put these on,” Sirius said, handing out black t-shirts. He didn’t give Regulus a choice and pulled it down over his head, trapping his arms to his side. He tried to get his arms through the holes, but Sirius was still holding it down, so he didn’t take it off. 

The patter of a single pair of trainers slapping against tarmac came from the corner. James Potter appeared, eyes locked on the finish line.

“YES JAMES!!!” Sirius crowed as James neared them. James’s eyes flickered over his friends. When he got to Regulus, he missed a step but recovered quickly. He ran towards them and stopped in front of Regulus. He reached over the barrier and grabbed his face between his hands and planted a kiss on his lips before sprinting for the finish line, beating the second-place runner who’d managed to catch him up.

“What the actual?!” Sirius spluttered, spinning Regulus around in his arms. “Oh for fucks sake you’re wearing my t-shirt.” Regulus looked at the shirt Sirius was wearing ‘James Potter is a Tw✱t!’ Yeah, that was definitely one he’d wear and James would find funny. He finally put his arms through the t-shirt he was wearing and pulled the bottom out and read the shirt Sirius was supposed to wear. ‘James Potter snog me silly X’ Well that would explain James’s side at least. What he couldn’t explain was why he wanted to do it again. At least the pub was only down the road, he really needed a gin and tonic right about now.  

[killjoygem]

Yknow I don't have all of them but I have had these guys sitting in my phone gallery for a while

I think this is what timelords define as slutty

[ichigoporky]

Ichi buys a T-Shirt Online — 👕

Hey there, berries! Gather around because I've got a little story to tell you! Spoiler alert: it's about patience, Snoopy, and a t-shirt!

How I found the T-Shirt — 💻

The other day I stumbled upon a cute online store that had super duper cheap prices! Naturally, my first thought was, "Is this real?" The prices were so unbelievably low!!!!!!!!

After doing some research (always do your research!) and being sure that the page was safe, I added a super cute Snoopy T-Shirt to my cart and bought it the same day!

The Wait... — ⌛

Now, let's talk about patience... Waiting for that package to arrive felt like watching paint dry! Each day was like an eternity, and I couldn't help but wonder, "Will it actually show up? And if it does, will it be... in one piece...?"

After three days passed, I had time to think and adjust my expectations. For the price I had payed, even if I received a piece of fabric instead of a t-shirt, I was still gonna be happy! I just wanted the package to be here already!

And... the day finally arrived! I swear, I've never ripped open a package so fast before. There it was, in a little box, my beloved Snoopy t-shirt! Happy piggy dance!

Uh Oh — 😬

Now, here's where the plot thickens... As I eagerly put it on, I realized that it was a little bit small for me. Oopsie! Turns out, I was so excited about the low prices that I forgot to double-check the size chart on the website!

But hey, size oopsie aside, I'm super happy with my new Snoopy t-shirt! (I didn't own any Snoopy t-shirts before, so I'm happy to have my first one!) Sure, it might be a bit tight, but nothing a little stretching and strategic breathing exercises can't fix, right?

Patience — 🍃

And you know what? This whole experience made me think about patience. Sometimes, good things really do come to those who wait, whether it's a package arriving at your doorstep or life's little surprises!

Patience also helps you consider different perspectives while waiting. It allows you to think calmly, avoiding getting swept up in the heat of the moment.

The End — 🏁

So, that's my story and my small victory of the week! Let's celebrate these little things more often! Who knows? Maybe next time I'll nail the size, hehe!

Alrighty, my berries, that's all from me for now! Keep being cute, and remember, be patient with your environment, with others and with yourself the most! Write you next time! Byeee!

[ibijau]

The Fake dating to real marriage pipeline pt7 / On A03 it's been over a year since the last update oops. Also if I had a tag for this fic I've long forgotten it.

Whatever Nie Huaisang’s plan was to push Lan Xichen to be the one responsible for their breakup, it shone by its subtlety. In fact, Lan Xichen could not see any difference between the days that followed their fake engagement and those that preceded it. Things were just back to normal, with Nie Huaisang once more cooking for him when he came home from work, and Lan Xichen bringing water and reminders to sleep while Nie Huaisang edited his videos. They both avoided talking about the sensitive topic of their fake engagement, and kept their conversation as light as they could.

Then, one evening, Nie Huaisang lingered after dinner, and watched Lan Xichen wash the dishes. It was unusual but not unheard of. As a rule Nie Huaisang preferred to get back to work, clearly worried he’d be roped into helping if he stayed too long. If he stayed, he usually had something to chat about, but for a long while he remained silent. If he hadn’t known better, Lan Xichen would have said Nie Huaisang seemed a little nervous.

"Gege, do you feel like going somewhere Saturday morning?" Nie Huaisang asked as Lan Xichen finished rinsing the last saucepan.

Lan Xichen nodded without thinking. With everything that had happened lately, they hadn't gone on dates in a while and he missed it. He didn’t even bother asking where they’d be going. Half the fun of those outings lay in discovering what niche experience Nie Huaisang had planned that time.

"Wonderful,” Nie Huaisang said, sounding relieved. “I have an appointment for us somewhere at 10 in the morning, so you’ll have to be ready half an hour before that."

"It sounds early by your standards," Lan Xichen remarked, curiosity piqued. "You’re more of an afternoon person usually."

“That place is only open in the morning on Saturdays,” Nie Huaisang lamented, “and I don’t want to make you use a day off for this.

"Now I’m intrigued. Is there a dress code?”

It was rare for Nie Huaisang’s plans to involve a place so fancy that Lan Xichen needed to dress up. In fact, he sometimes encouraged Lan Xichen to dress a little more casually than normal so he wouldn’t stand out too much. Still, Lan Xichen had been raised to worry about that.

“No dress code, no,” Nie Huaisang pensively replied. “But it wouldn’t hurt to dress a little nice, I guess. Not work nice, and not going to a fundraiser nice, but… Maybe family dinner nice, if that makes sense?”

“My uncle’s expectations concerning elegance are far above any fundraiser,” Lan Xichen retorted. “He thinks wearing jeans makes me look neglected.”

Nie Huaisang grimaced. “If I came to a family lunch wearing anything but jeans, my cousins would ask me if I’m going to the bank, or to a fashion show. So… Imagine you’re going to see my family, not yours, alright?”

“It’s about time you introduced me anyway,” Lan Xichen joked.

It was the wrong thing to say. Nie Huaisang startled at the playful reminder of their bet, and took a step back.

“Yes, well… I hope I don’t have to resort to that,” he bitterly muttered. “Listen, just… look clean, and it’ll be enough. It’s not like this really matter.”

He went back to the sofa before Lan Xichen could apologise, and immediately put on a large pair of headphones, a quiet way of signalling he didn’t wish to be disturbed. Even like that, lan Xichen was tempted to be rude and bother him… but what could he have said, when things were the way they were?

By the next morning, Nie Huaisang seemed to have forgotten that unfortunate joke. And on saturday morning he was up early, and for once ready to go before Lan Xichen, looking almost impatient to be wherever they were going. He was dressed in a rather casual manner, jeans and a plain tshirt, so Lan Xichen followed his lead. He chose to wear a pair of jeans that Nie Huaisang had insisted he’d need to wear when he started really dating again, and a white t-shirt he’d been meaning to throw away because it had shrunk a little over time, but which Nie Huaisang had encouraged him to keep. Nothing too special, but Lan Xichen thought he saw Nie Huaisang looking him over a few times as they walked together.

They didn’t go very far. Lan Xichen was puzzled when Nie Huaisang assured him they wouldn’t take public transportation. His confusion only increased as they arrived in front of the city hall. He threw Nie Huaisang a perplexed look, but only got a smug grin in answer before Nie Huaisang grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. At the reception, Nie Huaisang gave his name and announced that he had an appointment.

“Ah, yes, at ten,” the woman at the desk replied. “Regarding a wedding?”

Nie Huaisang cheerfully nodded and squeezed Lan Xichen’s arm a little tighter, as if worried he’d try to run away otherwise. For his part, Lan Xichen was too shocked to move or speak. He almost missed the woman’s disapproving look before she went to check if someone was free to see them.

"That was your great plan to annoy me into breaking up?" Lan Xichen managed to ask when they were alone.

“What breaking up? Isn’t this the normal next step in an engagement?” Nie Huaisang retorted with an innocent smile. “You went to the trouble of proposing, of course I need to pull my weight as well. So I thought I’d take care of the administrative side, right? But if you’ve changed your mind…”

“I haven’t,” Lan Xichen coldly replied, fists clenched. “You’re right, this is the normal next step.”

Nie Huaisang pinched his lips, perhaps disappointed that Lan Xichen hadn’t ended things right there and then. He couldn’t try anything more at that point, though. The woman returned, and told them to go meet a city hall employee further inside a corridor to their left.

That employee, an older woman than the first one, welcomed them warmly and immediately started listing every document they needed to give to get married. However certain he’d been that Lan Xichen would run away, Nie Huaisang had still come prepared and gave the employee a complete file with everything she’d requested.

“You even have my birth certificate?” Lan Xichen remarked.

“Of course. It’s easy to get a copy online, and I wanted to surprise you… it’s a good surprise, right?” Nie Huaisang asked, a hint of pathetic doubt in his voice.

Devious. Evil. Adorable.

Lan Xichen wanted to strangle him. Lan Xichen wanted to kiss him and marry him on the spot.

“I’m grateful you did this, I’m no good with paperwork,” Lan Xichen sweetly answered, before turning to the city hall employee. "What's the soonest we can be married, since we brought everything?”

"The minimum legal delay is about 10 days so we can check there are no anomalies,” she explained, smiling as if she found their banter particularly sweet. “But every weekend spots for at least the next three months are already booked, I’m afraid. I can check after that…"

“It doesn’t need to be a weekend,” Lan Xichen told her. “We can do the big party at a later date anyway, but I’d rather have everything legal done as soon as possible. Don’t you, Huaisang?”

“Da-ge works on weekends anyway,” Nie Huaisang sweetly replied. “He’s normally off on Thursdays, so it’d be easier for him to come… And Wei-xiong doesn’t have a real job, he can make it too for sure. But your brother and uncle…”

Forgetting a moment that none of this was real, Lan Xichen considered the situation carefully.

“Wangji needs to take more time off anyway,” Lan Xichen mused. “He works too much. And I think shufu doesn’t have classes on Thursdays this year, so it would be manageable for him to shift around other duties. Supposing he even wants to come, of course.”

It was hard to know how Lan Qiren felt about these things. Lan Xichen had introduced Meng Yao to him at one point, but only as a friend. Considering how old fashioned Lan Qiren was about many things, his nephew had very little hope he'd be thrilled about such a wedding. If it were Lan Wangji getting married, it would be different. Not because Lan Qiren loved Lan Wangji more, of course not, but he was always more forgiving toward his younger nephew, while Lan Xichen was expected to be a role model, someone Lan Qiren could humble brag about.

“Well, Thursday the 25th next month has a free spot at 3pm,” the employee announced. Would that work for you?”

"How does that sound?" Lan Xichen asked, turning to Nie Huaisang. 

"It gives us time to plan everything and inform relevant people," Nie agreed with a smile too sweet. “And I’ll have to buy something nice, too. I wonder if I can order a nice wedding hanfu online and have it arrive on time? It would be pretty neat, wouldn’t it? I’d look great in red.”

“You would,” Lan Xichen fondly replied, forgetting again that this wasn’t real.

It was Nie Huaisang’s fault if he kept getting caught in the fantasy, he figured. If Nie Huaisang hadn’t looked so excited, if he’d tried to embarrass him instead of being so serious about this fake wedding, then Lan Xichen would have remembered why they were there.

Caught up in that fantasy, Lan Xichen played along as the employee mark down their chosen date and hour, and told them when to check back with city hall if nobody updated them. They left the room hand in hand, still trying to sell the lie, or so Lan Xichen told himself. Nie Huaisang too seemed to have forgotten why he'd organised this, and he suggested they go celebrate at a nearby restaurant they both loved. 

It was only when they'd sat down and ordered, as they waited for their food, that the reality of the situation caught up again with Lan Xichen. 

“Do you think we could get in trouble for this?” he mused. 

Nie Huaisang put down the colourful cocktail he'd been sipping on. 

“I'm sure they don't mind removing the chicken from your salad, really,” he said with a fond smile. “You worry about the weirdest stuff, I swear.”

“I meant about the wedding,” Lan Xichen corrected. “Wouldn't that count as perjury?” 

Instantly Nie Huaisang's smile crumbled. His expression darkened, as if he'd truly forgotten why they'd done that, and he took out his phone to avoid looking at Lan Xichen. 

“We wouldn't be the first people to cancel a wedding,” he coldly remarked. “In fact, I hear it's pretty common. Stress and all that. But if you're so worried about lying, you know what to do.” 

“I'm not worried about that,” Lan Xichen assured him. 

He hadn't lied after all. He would have gladly married Nie Huaisang. If there had been perjury, it hadn't been on his side.

“I thought your uncle raised you better than that,” Nie Huaisang gasped with exaggerated concern. “So calm and collected while committing a crime! For shame!”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Lan Xichen replied as seriously as he could. “You are the one who led me down this path, now you must take responsibility.” 

“Well, that's why I'm marrying you, isn't it?” Nie Huaisang chuckled as he pushed his hair behind his ear. “One of many reasons, anyway.”

Perhaps Lan Xichen should have put a stop to things right there and then. It would have been the better course of action. But the warmth in Nie Huaisang's voice, but the way his eyes shined, but the slight blush on his face, but, but… 

If this was all a game, why shouldn't Lan Xichen play as well? The worst that could happen was Nie Huaisang getting uncomfortable if he was flirted with, and ending this fake engagement. The best that could happen… 

But there was no sense in dreaming of something that couldn't happen. It was enough to enjoy the moment, and pretend this was real.

“Now we need to tell people to save the date though,” Lan Xichen mused. “It's not that much time.”

“We're inviting guests?” Nie Huaisang said, frowning. “Really?” 

“We've put Mingjue and Wuxian as our witnesses. We need to have them there at least. I'd like to have my brother there too, of course. I'll text him right away… No, wait, it'll get lost in all those messages he gets from Wuxian. I'll post on facebook, he's sure to see it there.”

As he pulled out his phone and opened the app, Lan Xichen caught a glance of Nie Huaisang staring at him with a conflicted expression. Without needing to ask, Lan Xichen knew he had just managed to surprise him again, enough so that Lan Xichen had typed his message and their order had arrived before Nie Huaisang was recovered enough to speak.

“Who else should be there?” he asked, failing to sound as calm as he must have wished. 

“Maybe Jiang Cheng? You've known him as long as Wei Wuxian, it'd be rude to not invite him. And on my side… I can't think of anyone. Aside from Mingjue, I don't really have friends.”

“A-Yao did a good job of isolating you,” Nie Huaisang grumbled. “He's good at that. But then there's family. Your uncle… Does he know you're gay?” 

“Yes. I came out to him when I was a teen and he took it… Better than I would have expected, although I can't say he was thrilled either. We've never really spoken of it since then.”

“I'm surprised you even told him at all,” Nie Huaisang retorted as he took a picture of his plate. “Bottling things up is more your usual style.”

“I wasn't going to,” Lan Xichen confessed, embarrassed that Nie Huaisang had guessed the truth. “But then Wangji came out to me, and he was really determined to tell shufu, so I asked him to let me test the waters first. I was sixteen, old enough to manage on my own if things didn't go well, but Wangji was just fourteen.”

Looking up from his phone, Nie Huaisang stared again. For the second time in a short period, Lan Xichen felt he had surprised him, although this time without meaning to. 

“I didn't know that.” 

“I've never told anyone, not even Mingjue,” Lan Xichen explained with a chuckle. “I was so terrified beforehand, but once it was over I just felt stupid for doubting shufu. He has many faults, but I think even at his angriest he wouldn't hurt us. But of course, I only know that now because I realised it that day…”

“I get it. It was like that too when I decided to tell Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang replied with a laugh. “I was half convinced he’d beat me up and tell dad to kick me out. He’s not like that, but… you can never be sure until you’ve done it, right?” he laughed again, more nervously. “You never know how someone will react to something until they’re in that position.”

He took a nervous sip from his cocktail, half emptying the glass.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to say that, mister nobody-can-surprise-me,” Lan Xichen said.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been losing my touch with that,” Nie Huaisang grumbled, pouting so cutely that it was hard to say if he was truly upset or just playing it up for a laugh. “Lan-gege has been very rude to me, really.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Lan Xichen promised, only to see something akin to hunger shine in Nie Huaisang’s gaze.

He blinked and the hunger was gone, but the memory of it wouldn’t easily be forgotten.

“I wonder how you’ll do that,” Nie Huaisang said, light and flirty.

It was tempting, so tempting… a dozen salacious ideas raced through Lan Xichen’s mind. If they had been truly engaged, if Nie Huaisang had wanted him instead of seeing him as a game to pass time…

But saying anything of that sort might have been pushing their game too far. The goal wasn’t to fully repulse Nie Huaisang. If at the end of this their friendship suffered, Lan Xichen would have lost more than a bet.

“I’ll pay for lunch, first of all,” he announced. “And then we can go to that boba place you like.”

If Lan Xichen hadn’t known any better, he would have said Nie Huaisang was disappointed by that answer. Before he could try to offer anything better, though, Nie Huaisang was smiling again, and demanded they instead try another place for dessert, somewhere that made elaborate crepes and which he’d wanted to cover in a video anyway.

Lan Xichen agreed, naturally.

He didn’t think he could have refused anything Nie Huaisang wanted at that point.

[alea-says]

H50, 8x01 thoughts...

I'm gonna miss my core four!!

Why is Steve wearing a light coloured shirt for like, the first time ever?

Oh, OK. It's so that later in the ep he has an excuse to take his shirt off and give us some shirtless Steve before putting his usual dark tshirt on. OK.

Also, that hacker dude was all like, I'm the brother of the arch nemesis who died too quickly last time, but oops, I don't even make it past one episode.

Look, I love this stupid show and I try really hard to suspend disbelief but honestly, it would have been quicker to pull them all up individually rather than try and lift the house. Not to mention the likelihood of it breaking apart.

I'm sure they had fun creating the shots but I just can't take it seriously.

(And why is Steve flying? Don't get me wrong, I love it when he flies, but he should be in an ambulance with an oxygen mask after his run through the fire)

I dunno, the whole fire thing was just way too unrealistic to me. Made for some good cinematic shots, but it just all felt fake. Particularly the tracking the escaped prisoner and then fighting him to a fire backdrop that didn't actually come close to burning them, then the whole house and helicopter thing.

I do appreciate that they have sent Chin and Kono off to be badasses elsewhere with them leaving rather than killing them off like many other shows have done when actors left.

Still missing them heaps and it's only been one ep, but at least the McDanno is alive and well and starting a restaurant together (another one for the canon AU list)

[nihils-trolls]

Well, Arty was almost right, one Kelter off! It would understand if it got it wrong, though. Oops! Oh well. Now it knows for the future when seeing clothing it thinks she might enjoy.

It was pretty close! She does think it's adorable, just not her type. If there's one thing for Quil's style I can say, it's that she unfortunately doesn't do much in the way of "cute."

Low effort, comfortable items and cool tshirts most of the time. Sometimes skirts and blouses. And then her favorite (when she has the time and energy,) full dress 'historical' or vaguely fantasy outfits complete with accessories.

[ghnosis]

32 year old channelling and honoring her inner 16 year old (badly applied eyeliner, black men's tshirt, hoop earrings, dirty unstyled hair, clear lip gloss)

sometimes you gotta put on Bayside's self-titled record and softly sigh "ohhhhh, I love this song" when every single song starts.

edit OOPS I PUT THIS ON THE WRONG BLOG WHATEVER

[yourlocal-lichen]

mutual power point night!! I think I may be the last one but here it is finally :) transcripts included.

tagging folks! @multi-lefaiye​ @nicola-writes​ @approximately20eggs​ @wherearetheplants​ @abouttogetshellshocked @astralrunic​ @cnnamonrolls​

Transcript: My Main WIP and by Extension: My Blorbos

I thought since a lot of you don’t know me very well this would be a good starter topic and plus idk if I’ve ever sat down and done this before

by Horatio yourlocal-lichen

note: all caps used as headers throughout

CHARACTERS

I’m gonna be honest with you all the characters are notably the most thought-out portion of this WIP. It’s been my longest-lasting WIP and as such I’m afraid to really commit to a plot or anything because I don’t want it to die.

Onwards!

In order: Bard, Tulle, Sylvia, Nox, and Ambrose

BARD

an Picrew of a white teen wearing an MCR shirt under a leather jacket. he has shaggy brown hair and bushy eyebrows. he has a big long nose and his ears are pierced. he is smiling rather large and maybe looks a little overwhelmed. the background is blue.

- he/him - bisexuwhale polyam - autistic - loud voice unless he’s checking in, emotional support but never admits that anything is wrong - sends postcards to his friends - kind of overwhelming in group situations - likes almost all rock and indie pop music and has a classic rock hyperfixation - falls in love just a little more a little bit every day with someone new

TULLE

a Picrew of a white teen with kind of short blonde hair. she is wearing a big green bomber jacket over a yellow tshirt. she is smiling and wearing big round sunglasses. the background is cream.

- she/they - sapphic demisexual - audhd, psychotic, and more - nonspeaking and very opinionated - fat but uhh you know picrew - super popular on imaginary tumblr - super into flight and engineering and had a blimp hyperfixation and now makes planes - encyclopedic knowledge of plane and boat design - also super into 19-20th century american literature - likes wwii movies & rhythm games

SYLVIA

a Picrew of a Latina teen. she has long black hair, a colorful flowery dress, and a dark green jacket. she is wearing daisy earrings and has a neutral expression. the background is salmon colored.

- she/ey - pan ace transfemme - ocd, autistic, and more - the picrew i used didnt have many options for her clothing so oop - guatemalan (or similar idk this is a fictional world) - knows a lot about plants, fungi, lichen, and algae, specifically about mycelium networks and mycorrhizae - the love of my life - codes games mostly about plants and other little guys

NOX

a Picrew of a Korean-American teen. they have long black hair mostly up in a bun, a black turtleneck, and a black jacket with constellation patches on it. they are wearing moon and star earrings. they have a curious expression. the background is taupe.

- they/it - queer - audhd, dyslexic - bugs and mythology, especially about patterns in mythology across the world - that one kid that sits in the back of class and draws - has a lot of bugs housed safely in enclosures and takes them out often to draw with - kind of quiet but when the situation calls for it will ramble to literally anyone on very serious philosophical topics but using a bunch of slang

AMBROSE

a Picrew of a white teen with long brown hair. he is large round classes and a neutral-satisfied espression. he is wearing a black buttondown with suspenders over a yellow turtleneck. he has flowers behind his ear and as part of his background. the rest of the background is yellow-green.

- he/him - aro acespec - adhd, psychotic, depression, and more - on and off cane and wheelchair user, plus that tboy swag - oldest of the group, a leader of sorts if there is any at all - that was the best I could do for his outfit lol this is the first picrew of him I’ve ever made and it’s stuck - interested in most things, has a pretty good understanding of most STEM fields, literature, and polysci - connects with folks intellectually

THEMES

This whole WIP is kind of an amalgamation of my own character development over the last year or two, so it’s a lot about connection and how we’re all very similar in a lot of ways and all deserving of love. I may have another character on the way actually who’s kind of this theme personified as a literary device you know, but idk much about them yet so I didn’t include them.

WHAT NOW?

Good question!! I have no clue, I hardly even have a setting for them except I know that Sylvia has a greenhouse and Nox may or may not have the woods. I might split that into a different WIP. I guess they’ll just live in my head until I either write them down or they leave!

YOU HAVE ANOTHER WIP?

yes I do! sort of. I’ve got a plot (ish) and themes and kind of a character or two but they are not at all fleshed out enough to do anything with. it’s about a person who lives alone in the middle of nowhere who seeks connection via crow-courier! yeah it’s pretty okay

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yeah so that was pretty cool we should do it again sometime. enjoy! and I hope to get to know all of you better in the coming years :>

[murfpersonalblog]

So...basically what we need is a do-over from scratch? XD

I think AMC & Esta in particular royally blew Mayfair Witches.

Environment: This is the ONE point I disagree with--I think they've done more than enough set dressing. The location shots are the best thing about the show IMO--it's pretty to look at. What's missing is the rich CHARACTERS and HISTORY. I wish they hadn't removed Michael, and his trade as an architect: the house was a living legend basically, for how important setting was for the Mayfairs, as they moved from Scotland to Haiti to Riverbend to the Garden District. Such a waste.

Ciprien: They ruined it when they had Rowan & Cip sleep together just because they touched hands and the empath magic was working. They had zero build up -- it went from hey creep why are you stalking me I'll kill you; to oops I almost killed you btw why do you have a picture of my mom you creep; to omg my mom was murdered right in front of me let's hold hands wow I love you but I don't ever listen to you.

The previous witches are 1000x more interesting than Rowan.

Mona: If we don't get Blackwood Farm with Mona & Quinn & Morrigan I'm gonna be upset. The whole point of the Mayfairs is their Taltos chromosome, and which witches can give birth to one or not. Without that culminating arc, adding in Mona this late will just be Tessa 2.0, like wtf Esta.

Icons: I was SHOCKED that Julien was nowhere to be found--no victrola, journals, nothing. The voodoo doll was cute, but it's not enough--that house was HAUNTED. But there's still room for it in S2, if Ciprien has a seance with Julien's ghost to learn how to use "simple tools" against Lasher. And GOD YES, I was so bummed that the attic reveal was so DULL--that's one of the best parts of the book! U_U 

Costumes: Yeah, I had no idea what anyone was wearing, especially Deirdre in that fancy dress as if tshirts & pants don't exist, & Rowan in that silly flapper outfit, meanwhile Stella's a BLIP.

Race: The Mayfairs were elitist slaveowning eugenicist mad scientist racist pigs, so I actually hope they stop acting like the Mayfairs are the UN, with all of these POC Mayfairs in positions of power, like wtf? Witches like Merrick Mayfair lived out in the swamps cuz the family kept denying Julien's byblows--black and white. Riverbend was the most GHASTLY part of the Mayfair's racist history, and I wasn't surprised that when Jojo showed off the designee portraits Marguerite's name wasn't mentioned, seeing the way they're revising/cleaning up the Mayfair history already.

Speaking of Jojo, yes, Jen Richards was a breath of fresh air, and I hope she gets WAY more to do. Maybe make Jojo the new Mona? O_O I could see it! Jojo's already the best female on the whole show, and an actually LIKEABLE Mayfair, so I say make her the designee and let's have her meet Quinn Blackwood, get married and have his kid from the book--but surprise! it's a Walking Baby, Morrigan! <3 (DO NOT have her be one of the Mayfair women Lasher assaults & kills, PLEASE NO.)

But yeah, while I hope they prove me wrong in S2, this was such a fustercluck that IDK if there's any salvaging it.

A list of things Mayfair Witches needs

A more loving approach to the environment (the story has a lot of details that are a love letter to New Orleans. There weren’t nearly enough references to the food, music, culture or architecture)

Giving Ciprien more of a personality (he felt incredibly flat)

More scenes/plots/focused episodes about the previous witches because they are 10x more interesting than Rowan

Mona Mayfair (obviously upgrade Anne’s “most feminist character” to third wave intersectional feminism instead of exaggerated second wave feminine supremacy)

Please more of the iconic symbology. The victrola, Stella’s pearls, the various artifacts from their 400 year history. Even the second floor attic reveal was anticlimatic in season one. 

Better costume design. These people do *not* appear to be dressing for their class, their environment or the weather.

Obviously they need to treat the characters of color with more respect (being treated bad by other characters is one thing, being treated bad by the narrative is another), also for all their talk of making it “more queer friendly” they’ve certainly glossed over a lot of the queerness of the work. 

FFS put Ms. Richards on the writing staff or something PLEASE she was legit a member of the real-life Talamasca and is one of only like three people on the whole of the cast crew and production that was actually a fan of the work before this started. Her whole thing is updating problematic genre content and you gave her nothing to do

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Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

[themand0lorian]

FLUFFTOBER DAY 6-FIREMAN’S CARRY

Love is a Heck of a Drug

FLUFFTOBER MASTERLIST

Summary: A new discovery at your previously safe workplace--which has the power to take away super abilities--makes everything crash around you. Who could pick up the pieces if not the leader of the Heroics?

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (no Y/N)

Rating:  PG-13

Words: ~1500 (also on AO3)

Tags: Bombs, gunshots, alarms, building collapse, security personnel-reader is a scientist, so sciencey things happen

Notes: Another Flufftober that’s maybe not as fluffy as intended, oops! Also I know the title mentions drugs, but I mean drugs like prescription, not like illegal

This will be part 1 of (?) parts, to be continued during Flufftober--but I won’t say which days to prevent spoilers!

Getting into science was supposed to be easy. In a world full of superpowers—and, by extension, super villains—it felt downright safe. A stiff white labcoat, plastic safety glasses and nitrile gloves, your own little space on the lab’s benchtop. The stuff you worked with; tiny, microscopic cells, solutions meant to emulate the human body—the biggest threat to your life was when you had spilled an unlabeled bottle on your pants. And it turned out to be water.

That is—until your company started developing a drug that would “change the world.”

At first, it was only murmurs. New, stronger fencing placed around the perimeter of the building, a few extra security guards. You were told to stop wearing your logo-emblazoned jackets and tshirts around town; to remove your ID badge before you even left campus. It all felt eerie; like you were keeping some secret from the world. The secret was also kept from the employees; no one except the top executives seemed to have any knowledge of this world-changing drug.

And maybe it should have been kept that way, because the second the CEO announced the new drug—a two-shot process that would permanently remove super abilities—the world turned upside down.

You had to go through metal detectors to get to your desk. Get fingerprinted and ID’d at checkpoints to get into the lab. Protestors picketed outside the gates daily, with signs like “You’re the supervillains,” and “Protect our Heroes.” If the medicine got into the wrong hands, you knew it could do some serious damage to the network you all relied on to be safe. Hell, even in the right hands, the one place you felt safe had been turned upside down.

Of course, things soon turned political. Pundits and politicians debating over its use, its safety. Internet sleuths who dug up past indiscretions, financial and personal, aiming to crumble the company from the top. You did your best to ignore it; come in, do your lab work, leave. You couldn’t exactly let all the other patients who relied on you, who relied on your other, less volatile drugs to survive, suffer. Your logoed swag was tucked away in your closet, but you still did what you had to do—still fought for their survival.

You didn’t realize you would have to fight for your own.

It started like any other day. Go in, metal detector beeps. Jim, the security guard who works this shift checks your bag, clears it; you walk off with a thanks and wave to your desk. Put your stuff at your desk, maybe grab a coffee from the shitty little machine if the day wasn’t busy (it usually was). After checking emails and plotting overnight data, donning your labcoat and heading into the lab; another scan of your badge, a security guard—George, who hated his job--taking your fingerprints. Once passed, you finally felt at ease, settling into whatever labwork you had for the day. Mixing, counting, moving, feeding—the cells were your own millions of babies, and you did what you had to do to keep them alive.

Then, the fire alarm went off; loud and blaring, strobe lights blinking as an automated voice requested you exited the building. You quickly finished your tasks, tucking your babies safely away until you could come back to them; several of your coworkers had already turned for the door, making their way past George and into the stairwell before you could clean up. You were on your last flask when suddenly—the voice changed. The automated voice instead instructed you to shelter in place; stay where you were until emergency personnel found their way to you. You quickly ducked under the lab bench, leaving the open flask as terror overtook you—as you tried to calm your racing heart. Whoever had come in wouldn’t find you. They’d have to get past Jim and George, have to pass security and metal detectors, have to ID for entry--

Without warning, the screeching alarm stopped, but the lights remained strobing. Suddenly, three loud pops wrang out; you couldn’t tell where they were coming from but you were sure it was gunshots. Muffled yelling followed as you held your breath, trying to fade into the bench. Another pop, this time followed by shattering glass. Were you in danger? Should you run? Had they shot the culture you had left on the lab bench and ruined your experiment? It was a selfish thought, but your work was, plainly, important, too important to be lost like this. It had already been left out too long, which you worried may affect the results. Is this really what you should be thinking right now?

The thought quickly left your mind when it felt like the world opened up beneath you. There was a roar, like the loudest clap of thunder right in your ears, and you tried to cover them, resting your arms on your knees; but your knees were out from under you, and you were falling—falling, falling, falling—until you hit the ground with a thud, head snapping back to hit a jagged piece of concrete. Then, nothing.

The next thing you remember is strong arms. Soft brown eyes looking to you in concern. You blinked in and out of consciousness. The trickle of something down your forehead. An arm under your legs, one supporting your back, like a fireman’s carry. And a soft, honeyed voice.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

You’re in a hospital when you come to again. Clinical and sterile, you first thought you had fallen asleep in the lab—then you see your bloodied labcoat, name embroidered across the pocket, draped on a chair to your side, and you remember—the lab is gone. And next to the labcoat sits a man you’ve never seen before. He startles to attention when you turn to face him.

“Hi—uh, hi,” he spits out awkwardly. “I—I just wanted to see if you remembered anything that happened today?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure my office collapsed,” you sigh. “Oh, God—what about Jim? And George? And Mel and Sarah, are they okay? And Limmy, the cook in the cafeteria? Is she—oh, God.” As you work yourself into a panic, the machines around you start beeping rapidly. The unknown man, with somehow familiar brown eyes, takes your hand in his; it almost tingles, but he squeezes it before resting it on top of yours, saying your name with a sigh.

“My name is Marcus Moreno. I’m the leader of the Heroics.” You stare at him blankly, pretty sure you had seen him on TV before, but unsure why he was in your hospital room. He;s handsome, your brain supplies, but you push it out again when he continues. “Your office was attacked today. An unknown number of villains breeched the security, planting bombs throughout the building and detonating them. You were sheltered under a lab bench when the building collapsed, but took a pretty hard fall on the way down.” You blink at him, struggling to process the words, despite the gentle way he delivered them.

“Did—did anyone—”

“We’re not sure who’s survived at this point,” he says softly. “The other heroics were searching the wreckage, but I found you first.” You nod, tears gathering in your lashes before rolling down your cheeks.

“Why would someone do this?” you whisper, mostly to yourself.

“We think it’s because of Dehero.” Of course, the new drug. Changing your world, just as much as any heroic’s. You pull your hand from Marcus’, vomit rising in your throat that never quite surfaces, but you gag nonetheless. He continues.

“I know this is a lot. But it’s not safe for you here. You’ve been cleared by the doctors for discharge—we need to take you to a safehouse. As soon as possible.”

“Me? Why me?” Marcus tilts his head to look at you, an emotion you can’t quite place behind his eyes.

“As one of the only assumed survivors, we can’t guarantee that they won’t come back to—” he clears his throat “—finish what they started.”

“So you’re going to leave me in a safehouse alone?!” you ask incredulously, fear and panic and shock making your machines beep rapidly again. Marcus’ hand finds yours, covering it with his warm palm, grounding you again.

“No. I’ll be with you until we find whoever is behind this.” You look into his eyes; he’s sporting thick-rimmed glasses, more pencil pusher than superhero, but he has an air about him that tells you to trust him. In a world where everything you know has just been shattered, you don’t have much choice.

“Okay, Marcus. Let’s go.”

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[teeth-farie]

Quick question, a very serious question... What's the list of biggest to smallest chest sizes for the Sisters? Cause I know people make Mammon usually average or smaller (petite) but I enjoy large twin Mammon 😮

Oooh I’ve been waiting for an ask like this >:3 (using the US sizing system) (this is for the demon sisters, datable sizes may vary)

Beel: the biggest coming in at H cups. She’s a big and hardy lady so she has a big chest and big ribcage to support them. Wears mostly sports bras (demon bras don’t play around) but it kind of gives her pancake boobs so you see them in their full glory when she takes her bra off. She has lots of stretch marks near the top of her breasts and freckles around her nipples.

Lucifer: second biggest at F cups. Her ribcage isn’t as wide as Beel’s and she often suffers from back pain along with general chronic pain from the war. There’s a scar down the middle of her chest that curves under her left breast and took off a considerable amount of weight and flesh. She wears an insert and in her left cup. She also has stretch marks.

Mammon: third biggest at DD cups. She tends to wear a mix of sports bras and regular tshirt bras. She only wears the fancy ones when going out clubbing or in a photo shoot. She has gold nipple piercings and an average sized ribcage. Larger areolas that’s she’s self conscious about.

Asmodeus: her natural form is D cups though she’s know to fluctuate between bigger and smaller depending on who she’s hooking up with and their preferences. She wears nipple piercings and has a large collection of jewelry. She has ‘west and east’ breast shape, meaning her nipples point more to the outside than center. Wears very ornate bras

Satan: C cups (c for cat, she says). Her breasts are slightly uneven, not as much as others so she can get away without using an insert. She tries to go without a bra sometimes but Asmo points out that she’s going free every time and Satan ends up wearing a bra because she’s too embarrassed. Regular t shirt bra is her preference.

Leviathan: She has uneven breasts, so her right is an A cup and her left a B cup. She’s very insecure about how small and uneven her chest is. She wears inserts like Lucifer uses, very reluctantly. She mostly wears lounge bras and the insert always looks a bit lumpy in them but she refuses to wear an actual bra if she’s not going out.

Belphegor: A cups. Sometimes not even that. She never wears a bra unless she’s exercising with Beel and Beel wrestles one on her. Her nipples are a bit pointy and show through her thinner shirts a lot. Nobody but Asmo says anything about it. The one time she tried bra shopping she purposefully bought the wrong size and said ‘oops! Guess I’m not wearing one’

[hacked-by-jake]

𝐈'𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Summary: The first time you all meet. It’s no secret that Jake and Phil don't like each other, but no one expected it to end this way.

Pairing: Jealous!JakexMC

Preview:  "Of course you’re right. A life with a bar owner in a small town is much more exciting than a life with a wanted and one of the best hackers in the country" Jake sneers. You like Phil, but he’s not Jake. You fell in love with him because he’s him, and damn it, running away with Jake is stupid but sounds like a lot of suspense in hotel rooms. "What’s your problem?" Phil asks hissing. "My problem is how you look at my girl" Jake replies with equal resentment and raises your folded hands to put them on the table for everyone to see. "All of a sudden, you’re a couple?"

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Words: 6,9k

A/n:  Hi guys, back with a new story. Everbyte gave me the perfect template for my favorite Jake, jealous Jake. Please excuse the mistakes as always.Sometimes I am insecure with myself, so can we pretend they are not there? lol. I hope you can understand everything, have fun and you like it! #IamJake ❤️🌹🎭

⚠️"I’m better than you" will remain a oneshot and won't get another part!

Tomorrow the cancelled forest search should be done. You sit next to Jake in the passenger seat and look out the window and watch trees and houses pull past you.

That Jake is back, the others in the group know, but they don’t know he’s coming to the search. You and Jake found out that you only lived two hours away from each other so you took the train to him and together you now drive towards Duskwood.

When you told Jake you were going there, he didn’t say he wanted to come too. When you told him you agreed to spend the first night at Jessy’s brother’s bar, he suddenly thought it would be the best solution if he came with us. First he asked why you all want to meet in the Aurora. You told him you were doing this to get to know each other better. You know each other through writing and pictures and phone calls but the first meeting in real life is still a little different. So you agreed to meet there and have a nice evening. And for some reason, all of a sudden, Jake wanted to come too. Thanks to the action #IamJake, the pursuers of Jake could no longer track him down.It just caused too much confusion. Jake was of the opinion that because the others from the group also helped him, he should also be in the search for Hannah. You promised him he wouldn’t regret it. But you didn’t believe his pretext, but you don’t know the real reason he really wanted to come. And now you are sitting together in the car and the "Welcome to Duskwood" sign at the entrance of the city appears a few meters in front of you. You start smiling as you see it and look excited to Jake. He turns his head to you and gives you a little smile. "Are you happy to see your friends?" he asks and looks back at the street. "Yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing OUR friends, Jake," you answered and giggled. They’re his friends too. Both sides are still a little skeptical but they are also his friends. And if they don’t be in this moment, I’m sure they will. "At the moment there seems to be more going on at the motel" you explain to Jake as he drives to the parking lot in front of it. Lilly has told us that there have been very few people staying here lately, but fortunately it is getting more and more again. The situation in Duskwood is calming down again. People don’t think so much about the body has been found in the woods of their home city anymore. Luckily, nothing bad happened since then. Jessy’s brother said that the bar has more guests and more people going out again, which is a good sign. The man without a face must not manage to plunge an entire city into fear and terror. Jake parks his car near the entrance and shuts down the engine. "Ready?" you ask him. He nods his head and buckles up. You do it like him, and together you get out of the car. You didn’t tell anyone except Lilly that Jake was coming too. Why you told Lilly? Point 1: The situation would be very strange if the two would suddenly stand in front of each other without warning. Point 2: Lilly told you she owed you a favor because of the video she made. You actually told her it wasn't necessary, but she said that she will redeem it when you are in Duskwood. Next to each other, you and Jake walk through the front door of the Motel. At the reception Lilly is standing waving as she sees you. "Hi Lilly" you said. She comes up behind the counter and walks up to you. "Hi MC I’m glad you’re here" she grins wide. "I’m happy too" you giggle. You two break up. Jake stands a little off and watches you two. "Um, so, Jake, this is Lilly. Lilly, I’d like to introduce Jake".   They both say "hi" at the same time. Lilly went back right behind the counter. "So your room is number 22 on the second floor.It is not far from the elevator.In the room you will find all the information you need. Like when dinner starts and stuff like that. If anything wrong, I’ll be down here and help, "she explains. "Just one room?" asks Jake. You look at Lilly and pull up an eyebrow. You took care of the rooms and booked two. "Yes, I’m sorry, something went wrong with your booking and now we have no rooms available.Only one I can give you. I’m really sorry, I hope that’s not a problem," she explains. You look at her confused. "But there aren’t nearly enough cars outside?" Jake asks skeptically. "Yes, most of them have all gone away.Today the weather is nice, you can go swimming or shopping in the city center" "Is that a problem for you?" you ask Jake. Briefly he does nothing at all but then shakes his head. "Okay great, and I’m sorry again for the circumstances.Have a nice stay, see you in 3 hours at the latest." Jake has been walking slowly while Lilly gives you the room key. She winks at you, and now you understand that she lied. You have to holding back a laug and turn around quickly to follow Jake. "Is this really not a problem for you?" you ask again as you enter the elevator. "No problem, we can do this" he mutters. You have to giggle. "We can do this" you repeat his sentence. "You’re kidding about me again," he notes. "Oops" is your hypocritical answer. A "pling" sounds and the door opens. Together you’ll find your room. Excited you open the door and enter the room. It’s small but cozy. The walls have a soft color. A double bed is on the wall. Next to it is a bedside table with a small lamp. Opposite it is a table with two chairs and a TV hanging on the wall. "It’s beautiful here," you say and close the door. Jake agrees with you. In three hours, the meeting will take place. In between you talk about unimportant things or about the search, or new information in your case. After a while, you get up to get ready for the meeting in the bathroom. When you stand in front of the mirror, you look at yourself. You’re in Duskwood with Jake, the hacker boy who that drives you crazy, where you are excited all the time and your heart beats faster, and and with whom you will share a bed for the next few days. You’ve never seen him before, today is the first time and when you got in his car, you had half a heart attack. He’s pretty, not just pretty, but hot as hell. Just the type of man you prefer. "Thank you, Lilly! Thank you for doing this!" you mumble. "Did you say something?" you hear Jake calling. "Uh oh no, no all good" you answer quickly. You put on a little makeup and think about how to dress. At first, you thought about putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater, but you were here with Jake. And you want to dress up a little more special. Sure, there’s something between you both, but a little styling can’t hurt. You take off your sweater under which you still wear a plain gray top. There’s a little lace on your bra that you can see on your cleavage. So you leave the bathroom to go to your travel bag. You pick out two Tshirts. (Imagine your desire outfit. Please don’t choose a sweater because it doesn't match with the story lol) "Jake, I need your help!" He turns his head in your direction and pulls an eyebrow up as you hold the tops in the air to show it to him. "What is it?" he asks you. "Which one should I wear?" His look brushes both shirts and then your eyes. "Isn’t a sweater and jeans enough?" he asks. "Definitely not for tonight," you grin. "The Tshirt" he answers and turns back to his laptop. That’s not what you expected. "Why not that?" you ask. "You asked me and I told you to take the tshirt," he muttered. "That doesn’t answer my question," you look at him. "And you didn’t answer why a sweater wasn’t enough.I think you should wear a sweater." "All right, then the Tshirt" Not completely satisfied, you go back to the bathroom to take off your top and put on the Shirt. A look at the alarm clock shows you that you should start so slowly. "Did I really need that much time in the bathroom?" you ask yourself in your mind. "Jake? We have to go, are you coming?" you ask him. No reaction. "Jakeeeee?" Nothing. "Jakiee Hello?" You see his lips move slightly as he reads something. You walk up to him stand next to him. "Jake! Can you hear me?" You put a hand on his shoulder. Scared, he suddenly jumps up and grabs your wrist and holds it fast. His face looks shocked. You were also shocked by his quick movements and gasped. Briefly he looks up and down at you to realize that you are and nobody else. His gaze stays on your cleavage for a moment longer until he looks you in the face. His face is ten cm from yours. "Please don’t do that again," Jake breathes and stares into your eyes. "You didn’t listen to me, I didn’t want to scare you, I’m sorry, I should have thought," you apologized to him. "No, it’s okay, I didn’t mean to, did I hurt you?" he looked worried at your wrist. Carefully he strokes your skin with his thumb. "Don’t worry, it didn’t hurt, I was just scared too," you assure him. He’s letting go of your wrist. You just look each other quietly in the eyes. Unintentionally, you get closer. Until Jake suddenly shakes his head and asks "don’t we have to go?". He turns away to turn off his laptops. "Could have worked" you think  and reach for your bag in which your most important things are. Jake takes the car key off the table and comes after you. "Do you have the room key?" he harks. "Yes, I have," you answer his question. Together you leave the hotel and get into his car. You use Google Maps to find the way to the Aurora, and the journey is smooth. Only one song plays softly on the radio. -

I am Not Afraid Anymore Standing in the eye of the storm Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth I am Not Afraid Anymore I want what you got in store I'm ready to feed now, get in your seat nowAnd touch me like you never And push me like you never And touch me like you never 'Cause I am not afraid, I am Not Afraid Anymore No no no

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You notice how the mood in the car changes, and breathing is a little harder as you hear the lines of the song. You can see his jaw straining against each other and realize that he is also a little tense. For the same reason as you? You don’t know. His hand is cramped on the gearshift. "Just keep looking out the window" you think. Less than 10 minutes later Jake drives to the parking lot in front of the Aurora.

The others seem to be already there. Outside the door is Dan smoking a cigarette. “are you ready?” you ask the hacker before you get out again. "Yeah, it’ll be fun," Jake mumbles. He tries to smile but it doesn’t really work. You look up and open the door. After Jake locks the car, you guys head for the entrance. You can already see Dan pulling up an eyebrow. "Look at you, the Riddle Queen is here" he calls. "Hey, Dan," you laugh. How naturally he embraces you briefly what you return. "And this is definitely our hacker, right?" asks Dan and looks at Jake. Both look not at first enthusiastic but then Jake stretches out his hand. Dan takes his hand. "Hey, I’m Jake" he introduces himself this time. Dan looks suspicious, but then sighs. "Hi Jake I’m Dan, nice of you to join us, we can use your help" You were just worried about Dan saying something stupid but luckily he says nothing. "Then let’s go inside" asks the bearded and opens the door. “By the way, Lilly already told us that Jake is here. It slipped out of her a few moments ago so don’t be mad at Lilly that we already knew it” Dan explained. "We’re sitting in the corner over there so that we will not be disturbed by anyone" Dan explains. Curious you look around, you have already seen a few pictures but in real life the bar is much bigger. "Hey, MC" calls out a voice. Phil stands behind the bar, smiling. "Hi Phil, this is Jake," you say. You look behind you where Jake stands and doesn’t look happy at Phil. "Hi, sit down, we’ll be right back, my co-workers will be here so I don’t have to work tonight" You notice a hand that lies slightly on your hip and gently pushes you forward. Jake is still looking at Phil, but then at you. He’s smiling, but you can see it’s not real. "We have visitors" calls Dan to the group. Jessy sits with her back to you, looking backwards in a flash. "MCCCCC" calls her and jumps up. Jake quickly takes a step to the side so as not to be run over as Jessy throws herself into your arms. "Wow, I’m looking forward to seeing you too," you laugh. "Finally you are there I could not wait any more" "She really couldn’t, she's been annoyed me off all day at work" Richy laughs. You and Jessy split up so you can greet the rest. Unlike expected, Richy approaches Jake on his own. "You must be Jake, Hi I’m Richy beautiful that you are there, but MC you could’ve told us you were bringing your lover boy with you." Jake slips out a little grin and you hit Richy in the shoulder. "Yeah, next time I’ll let you know" "That was a hint that the next time you bring someone else," Lilly laughs. "No, don’t worry," you blink. "So you can sit there. Actually, that would be Thomas' place but he’s not there yet so you take the two chairs and I’ll tell Phil to get another one," explains Jessy. You go to the other side of the table and sit across from Jessy. To your left is Jake, and next to him is Richy. Dan sits next to Jessy, Cleo sits next to Dan and Lilly at the head of the table. You actually expected a very different reaction, that they’re skeptical of Jake. You’re looking at Lilly and she's looking at you, too. "You?" you speak silently to make sure that Lilly helped. She nods with a smile. "Thank you" you answer. "Now how was your trip here?" Richy asks you. "Long but it was okay. Fortunately there were not so many cars on the way" you take over the talk. "Well, then nothing can go wrong today" Dan answers and looks briefly at Jake. I hope there’s no argument. "Where is Thomas?" you ask in the round. "Maybe in the basement?" Lilly grins, making everyone else laugh. "He’s got something to do" Dan tells you. Jake keeps himself in the background but answers most questions without hesitation. It was clear that there would be many questions. After about half an hour, Thomas finally arrived, who was not even thrilled to see Jake. Thomas still thinks Jake and Hannah were having an affair. He doesn’t really want to realize it’s not true, but he’s probably just overwhelmed with everything. "So, what do you all want to drink?" Phil asks as he comes to your table. "MC, let’s have a glass of whiskey!" Dan immediately shouts. You look at him skeptically. "I do not accept a no" he grins. "Okay, two whiskeys, Jessy, Cleo and Lilly, you’ll have a cocktail as usual, and Richy and Thomas a beer?" What do you want?" Phil asks Jake. "A Coke" he answers. "All right, is coming" Phil grins at you and walk back in the kitchen. Shortly afterwards, a young woman with a apron comes to you with a tray and gives everyone a drink" "For a nice and relaxing evening" Richy takes a toast. Jake and Richy seem to get along quite well. "Finally, closing time" Phil shouts grinning as he comes towards you. He pulls a chair from the neighboring table to yours and falls elegantly on it in the same motion. "At least you’ll have free time tomorrow," Jessy answers and drinks a sip of her cocktail. Dan’s and your whiskey ran out pretty fast, so he ordered two more. You didn’t want to drink much, since you’re gonna sleep next to Jake. And you don’t want to do the smell of alcohol to him. But it was too late to stop Dan. Thomas told him not to drink so much today, but he just laughed. Phil hands you his hand that you accept and shakes it. "So now I have Duskwood’s celebrity finally sitting in my bar, it’s a great honor," says Phil smiling. "You’ll get your autograph later," you laugh. "I assume he’s the second kidnapper, right?" he means Jake. The hacker nods silently. "All right, whats going on here?" Phil asks interested and drinks a sip of his own glass of whiskey. "Spend a relaxing evening and talk about the search," Cleo answers. Phil has pulled back the house ban against Thomas and Cleo fortunately. Jessy said Phil changed his mind because of you. Jessy told him that they were going to another bar but Phil wanted to meet you. You didn’t think anything of it and were just glad the two burglars were allowed back into the Aurora. The conversations are moving towards the forest search and you go through all the theories you come up with. Make plans and consider how you would react in the biggest emergency. "Luckily there are a lot of men here, if something happens I’ll protect you," Phil laughs. "I think MC can take care of herself, that’s what she told me," Richy throws in. "Oh, you can take care of yourself?" Phil’s voice sounds amusing. "Yes, I’m sure I can, but I doubt that the man without a face will ever come near us," you argue." And even if he do, I’ll punch him." Dan raises his glass like a toast and then drinks a sip himself. "I’ll bring a crowbar" Richy looks proud. "Wow" giggles Jessy. "Let’s change the subject, we shouldn’t assume the worst" You look at the glass in your hand. "MC is right. If we’re going to be stressed out by now, we’ll be too excited tomorrow and maybe miss the real Deatils". "What kind of detail should you overlook in the woods?" asks Phil. "After the sign of the raven on the tree in the forest, you never know what else we can find" agrees Jessy. "You’re right," says Cleo. "You’re such little detectives," Phil scoffs. "We’re looking for a murderer and kidnapper of a friend of ours, so don’t make fun of it," you say seriously. "Hey, I don’t want to attack you with this, just a little fun, I mean you’re good at what you do," explains Jessy’s brother. You notice the undertone his voice always has when he speaks to you. It always sounds a bit like he’s making fun of you.His eyes never leave you alone. It feels like he’s watching every single one of your movements. Phil and Jessy are telling a story from their childhood when they had a fight. Again and again he looks at you and it seems to you that he only tells the story to you and not to everyone else. "And then I pushed her into the lake," Phil laughs. "That wasn’t funny, I was scared to death," hisses Jessy. "You absolutely have to come back and then go swimming in the lake.We have a secret place where no one comes. There’s a place for a barbecue and a bench and a table, so I can show you where I shoved Jessy in." Phil addresses you again. He has a crooked grin on his lips and leans back in the leather chair. "Yes I wanted to go with Jessy anyway, she wanted to show me the lake" "Well, I’m in," he winks. All the others are engrossed in conversation only Jake sits quietly on his chair. Until he leans over to you and takes the glass of alcohol from your hand and drinks it with a sip. Confused, you look at Jake putting the glass on the table. "Everything okay?" you ask him quietly. "Yes, it’s all right, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be" "If you want to go, you can tell me," you smile lightly. He smiles back at you. It’s one of those moments where you look at each other quietly. How you’d strongly like to kiss him now. "Phil, you should still make MC the cocktail I made up," you hear Jessy’s voice. You don’t want to take your eyes off Jake. "Right, I almost forgot, but then she has to come into the kitchen with me, I can’t show it openly yet. It’s not on the menu yet," explains her brother. "What is it?" you ask confused. "I made a cocktail the other day, and Phil thought it was so good that he wanted to put it on the drinks list. I told him that you should definitely try it and say your opinion," the redhead explains excitedly. Phil gets up from his chair and runs towards the bar. "Come on," he yells at you and disappears around the corner. "Let’s go," Jessy urges. Laughing, you get up and follow Phil. Jake’s talking to Richy and Lilly again, so it won’t be a problem. "There you are," you hear Phil collecting all sorts of ingredients. "I’m unsure if this tastes good" you share your opinion when you see the chili lying on the cutting board. "Don’t worry, he’ll be as sweet as you" he jokes and winks at you. "This flirt phrase was bad" you grin. "Yes, I agree, but did it still work?" "No, it didn’t, I’m sorry." "I notice you’re making fun of me," Phil mutters as he cuts a tomato. "Tomatoes? How did Jessy come up with that idea?" you ask. "She read something on the Internet and then had the idea. The bar was still closed when she suddenly stood in here and yelled at me that she had an idea, "smiling, he crushes the tomatoes in a bowl. Together with a small piece of chili, he packs both into a Mixxer. "Actually, the cocktail should be called 'Jessy's Special' but with the chilli it is as sharp as you look. Maybe I’ll name it after you, "Phil will make a new attempt to flirt with you. You want to answer but than Jessy come in the kitchen jumping. "And how far along are you?" she asks. "Jessy I’m not a magician," Phil murmurs. "Well, as the owner of a bar, you should be faster," she counters. Phil dumps two liquids in a glass with some ice cubes in it. He puts a straw and a leaf of peppermint. He’s pushing it over to you. You look at it skeptically. He leans relaxed against the counter and watches you again. "Come on, trust me, it tastes good," Jessy tells you. "All right," you give up and drink caution through the straw. "And how does it taste?" "I have to admit, it tastes good, but how much alcohol is in there?" you ask and wrinkles the face because of the bitter liquid. " Actually it’s not supposed to taste like alcohol, that’s the good thing about it," Jessy explains. You hold the glass so she can taste it too. Disgusted, she looks at the glass. "Damn Phil, you put way too much alcohol in there," Jessy immediately complains. "I’m sorry, I may have been distracted by the sharpness in this room," he winks at you again. "Ahhh yaaa?" she looks at her brother. The door is opened and Lilly sticks her head in." MC do you have a minute?" she asks you. You put the glass down and follow her out the door. Your first look goes to the table where you don’t see Jake sitting. "Where’s Jake?" you ask right away. "That’s what I wanted to tell you, he went outside, he just said he needs some air, I’m a little worried. But I don’t know him well enough to ask, but you do, "she explains. You nod your head. Without waiting, you make your way outside the bar. Jake is leaning against the car and looks at his cell phone. "Jake, all right?" you ask as you run towards him. "Sure, I just needed some fresh air," he explains, but he doesn’t sound happy. "Come on, I see something’s wrong, you want to go? We can go back to the motel," you suggest. "No MC it’s all right," he murmurs. "No MC it’s all right" he tries to convince you. "You’re lying to me" "No I do not" Jake looks around but dont look at you. "You need to talk to me or I can’t help you" you sound desperate. "I don’t need any help either, it’s all okay I just wanted some air," he hisses. "Wow okay if you get mad now I go back in. I don’t want to annoy you" you answer insulted and turn around to go back in. "Good idea, go back to Phillip," Jake growls softly, but not quietly enough that you can’t hear it. Immediately you stop and turn back to him "Wait WHAT?"You cross your arms in front of your chest and pull up an eyebrow. "No, nothing" he tries to save himself. "No no no! I heard exactly that! Did you just say I should go to Phil?" "Yes, yes I have" now he looks right in your eyes. You are outraged by this. "What does that mean? What does that have to do with Phil?" "You know it exactly" he prickly kicks a stone aside. "No, I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about." "Oh no? MC here, MC there and MC I really have to show you the lake" he speaks as if he would throw up. "Huh?" you put your hands in your hips. "He’s trying to impress you all the time! All the time! Don’t you notice that?" he hisses and comes one step towards you. "That’s bullshit! Why are you mad at me? Phil doesn’t do anything!" "You really don’t notice it, or you just like it so much that you don’t want to notice it!" "Oh, my God, what’s your problem, Jake?" "My problem is that Phillip flirts with you all the time even though you’re mine!" he throws his arms into the air. Suddenly you understand this strange situation. Whether you like it or not, you just can’t resist smiling. "Why are you smiling now?" he asks desperately. "You’re jealous of Phil," you giggle. "Pff" snapped, he turns away from you. He stands with his back in your direction, looks at the other side of the street and pretends that you are not here at all. He still folded his arms in front of his chest, which is why you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around his stomach from behind. You lean your head against his back and his smell surrounds you like in the car rides. "Oh, Jake, why don’t you say so right away?" you ask whispering. "What are you talking about?" his voice sounds like he doesn’t know what you mean. "You have no reason to be jealous of Phil," you assure him. "I noticed that" he answers ironically. "Richy says Phil’s a fuckboy, so you don’t have to take it so seriously, I don’t either." "You don’t have to think about it all the time, I've to" "You like me, don’t you?" you giggle. "Isn’t that proof enough?" he asks. "I think I need even better proof" you breathe and take another step towards him. "What proof?" he asks nervously. "I don’t know, Jake, be creative." You take another step towards him. Jake is a bit taller than you, which is why you need to look up at him. His eyes sparkle in the light of the lantern. "What are you doing?" he whispers. His facial expressions are a little insecure. "What are you doing?" he whispers. "I will give you a chance to do something" "I don’t know what you mean," he laughs nervously and looks across your head. "Kiss me, Jake" Immediately his gaze rushes back to you. "W-What?" he stutters. "Oh, Jake, that’s what I love about you," you giggle. "What? You love..." Before he can pronounce, you pull him to you by the fabric of your hoodie, stand on the tips of your toes and press your lip on his. Jake instantly stiffens and doesn’t move an inch, but he doesn’t pull his head back, so maybe he’s just too scared. You detach yourself from him and look into his wide open eyes. You just keep looking at him and not saying anything. "Fuck it," he suddenly mumbles. His hand lies down around you on your back and pulls you against him. He puts his right hand in your neck and your lips meet again. Fireworks explode in your stomach, making you warm and cold at the same time. You immediately close your eyes to focus only on his soft lips that move perfectly to yours. You put your hands on the collar of his sweaters to pull him even closer. Easily it turns you towards the car and directs you a few steps back until you feel the vehicle at your back. Your hands go down his neck and run through his hair. His left hand strokes under your tshirt and lies on your bare skin on your back.His hand is cold which is why you gasp for air. He takes the chance right away to steal a deeper kiss.

The kiss becomes more passionate and the hacker pushes even harder against the car.

You pull his hair lightly and a throaty growl escapes him. Your heartbeat stops for a moment and goose bumps form on your body. Oh God, he robs you of all your wits. He seems to know exactly what to do, as if you were meant for each other. Like your whole life was just a preparation for this moment. A wait until he comes into your life. Unfortunately, you are standing in the middle of a parking lot in front of the bar because of the owner you just had a little fight with each other. Your kiss becomes softer until it finally dissolves from you with a heavy breath. Also your breathing is difficult and your heart beats so much that it is unhealthy. "Damn," Jake breathes on your lips and leans his forehead against yours. "You are the best thing that could have happened to me," he adds quietly and without breathing. "Jake, I love you I think you already know this but I don’t want to stay away from you anymore" you explain to him quietly and seriously. It’s true, you don’t feel like pretending there’s nothing there, even though everyone knows there’s something between you that you want to be together. It is fate that your number was sent to Thomas and you learned so this hacker, who now stands before you. And that you got along so well from the first minute, just confirms it. "I tried to fight against that it was just too dangerous for both of us. But the way Phil looks at you and flirts with you, God damn it, i hate that" A small grin forms on your face. "It’s hot when you’re mad" He turns his eyes annoyed but can’t resist a grin. "See, you say a little sentence and I have to grin, it’s not normal," he mumbles. "It’ll be normal from now on," you blink. "We should go back in before the others come out and look for us," you say. "You’re right," he agrees. "Oh, and Jake? Remember, tonight you’re sleeping with me, not Phil. Only you" You just give him a short kiss and walk right the front door. "Um, MC, I think you made a misstake in your sentence" you hear his nervous voice behind you. "Maybe I did, maybe I meant it like the way i said" you turn your head to him and stick out your tongue. "You’re as naughty as ever," he murmurs. "Get used to it, babe, you can’t get rid of me." Before you can open the door, you will be pulled back at the wrist and pusches against Jake’s body. Before you can lose your balance, he holds you tight. "You play dangerous, don’t burn yourself," he breathes on your lips. Immediately your heart beats faster and you get dizzy with the sound of his voice. "Was that an offer or a promise?" you breathe. "It was a threat," he winks and kisses you again. Next to you, the door suddenly opens and a small group comes out. Immediately you break away from each other. "Look, I told you all the time that they are definitely a couple and the others don’t know it," one girl in the group says to another. "Yeah okay, you were right," the other one laughs and looks at you and Jake apologetically. You start laughing and look at Jake whose eyes are already on you. "Ups" you whisper against his lips and release yourself from his grip in opening the door. Immediately the warm air and the smell of alcohol comes to you. "Ah Bonnie and Clyde are back," Richy laughs. Bonnie and Clyde? Doesn’t sound so bad, even if you’re not so criminal, just a little bit. But only because of Hannah. "We thought the man with no face took you," Jessy giggles "Never, who can flee from the government can cope with the man without a face.This is a fool who has no friends!" Dan interferes and makes you laugh. "And MC, did you tell me about my cocktail?" Phil asks. "No, she didn’t, we didn’t have time," comes dry from Jake. "Oh okay calm down" Phil grins mean. "I am calm in person" Jake shrugs his shoulders and sits back on his chair. You sit next to him and steal a sip of his Coke. He looks at you with his eyebrow up." That’s my Coke." "Yes, but I have a dry mouth, it was cold outside," you answered and put the glass back on the table. He begins to grin and drinks himself a sip of Coke. Jessy clears her throat and you look at her. Inconspicuously she pulls up an eyebrow. She saw right through you. She’ll want to know everything tomorrow and text you tonight. "MC, if you still feel like it after the search tomorrow, we can go for a drink, not necessarily in the Aurora, also somewhere else", Phil suggests. Not good timing, Phil, not good. "No, we can’t, we don’t have time," you hear Jake next to you. "How well that I didn’t ask you but MC" "How good that I talked to MC and not you," Jake answers. Under the table you reach for his hand lying on his thigh. You fold your fingers together and squeeze slightly to maybe calm him down a little. "Now it’s getting interesting" Dan leans back in his chair expectantly. "I just want to have a drink with MC and not with you," Phil argues. "And MC has no time tomorrow" "Why not, you have to escape something again? Hacker, you’re a really bad guy." Disparagingly, Jessy’s brother looks at Jake. "I’m what you’d like to be" Jake reaches for his Coke to drink a sip. "Ouh that was good," Richy mumbles and trying to hide his grin by keeping his hand from his mouth. "Maybe everyone should calm down" Cleo tries to save the situation. "I think if MC doesn’t want to she can tell me herself"  Now he’s looking at you. "I’m sorry about Phil, but I really can’t, and tomorrow night after the search we will all be tired" you explain. "You’d rather spend time with a hacker than with a normal person who’s not a criminal?" "Ah exactly because a life in a small town is so much more exciting" Jake grins. "But a life with someone like you?" "You only want one night, Philipp, nothing more" "A night with me is more exciting than a life with you" "Of course you’re right. A life with a bar owner in a small town is much more exciting than a life with a wanted and one of the best hackers in the country" Jake sneers.

You like Phil, but he’s not Jake. You fell in love with him because he’s him, and damn it, running away with Jake is stupid but sounds like a lot of suspense in hotel rooms. "What’s your problem?" Phil asks hissing. "My problem is how you look at my girl," Jake replies with equal resentment and raises your folded hands to put them on the table for everyone to see. "All of a sudden, you’re a couple?" "We’ve been around for a while, but I don’t have to yell it out so everyone knows it, you understand?" "And then you don’t say something from the beginning?" "You know, up to a point, I can understand that you want her, she’s perfect, but from a moment I can no longer tolerate that. And this moment is now, I’m sorry my girlfriend doesn’t want anything from you, but do me a favor and accept it." And right now, Jake won the fight. "Statement" speaks Dan and pretends he has to cough. "And you’re saying that because you’re afraid MC might realize I’m better than you?" "No, I don’t care about that, I mean she sleeps next to me in a bed and not next to you. But I think you should have more respect now that you know you don’t stand a chance." "Crass, it's like kindergarten here. I'm gone, I'll see you in the search tomorrow," Phil hisses and gets up to go. "Oh, and MC?" he starts and turns to you, "if you can't sleep tonight, I still have room in my bed". You're looking the first time at Jake after the conversation . You see a twinkle in his eyes, and you know it's all because of you. "Okay, but don’t wait for it," you answer without looking away from Jake. You put your hand to his cheek and bend over to give him a kiss. Jessy, Cleo and Lilly do "awww" at the same time. Dan gives a choking sound of himself and Thomas and Richy still look confused about the situation just now. "So wait, how long you be a couple?" Jessy asks directly. "We’re not together," Jake answers casually." But how else would I explain it to your stupid brother?" "Stupid brother" repeats Richy laughing what Jake said. Everyone looks at him with no understanding, except Jake, who also grins. "Wait, we’re not together?" you ask. "No" "And why not? I mean, after the situation outside and now in here I thought it was us" "I agree with you, but you haven’t asked me and I haven’t asked you yet." "And why don’t you ask?" "Why don’t you ask me?" he grins. "Because until two minutes ago I thought we were already together" "I’m sorry, I didn’t think this could happen so fast" "Quick? We’ve known each other for months?" "MC, do you want to be my girlfriend?" he asks and grins. "I don’t know if I want that," you look away from him. "Either you say yes now or I take the question back" "This is blackmail," you’re outraged. "3..." "Okay is fine, of course i want" "finally" call the others happily in a choir while Jake stares at you.

"Okay, I really don’t regret coming with you" he whispers against your lips to kiss you for the first time as a real couple

"That took a long time" giggles Jessy.

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[psychxpxthy]

ive been inactive! related venting under the cut, general tws mental illness, bullying, that kinda

a good chunk of the inactivity is bc im going through some shit irl. nothing can really be done abt that, its just gonna take up a lot of my time until it doesnt. im More Or Less about as okay as i ever am, so its no cause for alarm, juuuuust time consuming and tiring

that being said, anothwr big chunk of my not being around stems from having really big issues with the way certain mental illnesses are treated online, lol. ive been online for-fuckin-ever, and the lasstttt... idk, 6-8 years or so? theres been this huge trend towards... i dont really know what to call it

i have severe ptsd. dx'd, medication, therapy, blah blah blah. stems from very serious abuse growing up.

it sucks! its not great.

but the thing is, certain people use the internet's newer tendency to be a little Too Sensitive to...

act like i owe them my life story. my trauma. my triggers.

in my rules, i mentioned that i have some esoteric triggers that i will not name, and that i may block blogs that deal with these things frequently for my own mental health. this is to say, "HELLO. I AM AN ADULT WHO IS HANDLING A SEVERE CASE OF PTSD DUE TO SEVERE TRAUMA. IF I BLOCK YOU, I AM LOOKING OUT FOR MY OWN MENTAL HEALTH, THOUGH YOU HAVE NOT NECESSARILY DONE ANYTHING WRONG."

multiple people (like 4% of follow backs!!!), at this point, have read this and decided to approach me in private messages, telling me that Because They Do Not Know What My Triggers Are I Shouldn't Follow Their Blogs

for. fucks. sake.

heres the thing.

1. you are a stranger on the internet. i do not owe you the most horrendous events in my life in order to view your portrayal of a fictional character.

2. i do not owe ANYONE an explanation of those events. NOT ONE FUCKING PERSON.

3. i literally... outlined my plan for dealing with unexpected triggers in my rules. ill unfollow or block or whatever as i need to. yall read "oh this person has triggers, better demand explanation" and not "oh this person has triggers and will handle them at their discretion"

4. jesus christ do you go up to strangers in a coffee shop and demand to know whether they need a trigger warning to view the graphic on your tshirt???? there are people navigating the world with PTSD LITERALLY ALL AROUND YOU. and very literally ANYTHING can become a trigger if the brain associates it with the abuse/traumatic events they went through.

5. im a fucking adult. in my 20s. im probably older than a good chunk of yall. im probably also younger than a good chunk of yall. but like. fuck dude kids that are abused have to grow up FASTER than the rest of yall. ive had to be an Adult since i was fucking 8 years old. and now, mid 20s, ive got a bunch of people coming up and trying to hold my fucking hand UNWANTED bc theyre WrItInG eDgY tHiNgS oNlInE. its INSULTING. hoooooly shit its insulting i KNOW HOW TO UNFOLLOW SOMEONE IF I NEED TO

6. ive had triggers used against me all my life. god. you might as well be asking me for a copy of my house key and a schedule for when im out of town, like... if i told you my trigger was thomas the fucking tank engine because my shitass abuser played it on loop on tv while beating the hell out of me do you know what happens????? SUDDENLY eeeeeeverything becomes a reference to goddamn thomas the tank engine. "haha oops i just associate it with you and forgot you dont like it. anyway in episode 4..." and i get fucking anons about it. and it spreads to some fucker or another who already decided they wanted to doxx me for some stupid fucking reason and now theyre getting their whole friend group to send shit in. and NOW i have a problem that i CANT filter without making a whole new internet presence lol????? vs just quietly unfollowing someone who ends up posting a shitton of thomas the fucking tank engine memes, where no one knows why i unfollowed or even IF i did.

7. my god. do you people not know that i can close my laptop and walk away from it. i can choose not to be online if a dash topic is setting me off. i can go touch grass for a while and spend time with my lovely partner and our idiot cats. i can play video games. god. i am a fucking adult who can manage my own life

8. god forbid the mentally ill have any privacy also ✨

im not made of paper!!!!!! i might as well be a goddamn nokia brand genetically modified cockroach-water bear hybrid i am literally never going to die and a few letters on the internet arent going to kill me PLEASE stop acting like i owe you my life story!!!!!

[heartbreakgrill]

Serious; Luke Hemmings (Pt. 2)

a/n: I have so much drama in my heart❤️

description: he came with the fall of the leaves and left with winter cold. maybe, this time, he’d stay.

It didn’t feel like five days had passed; but they did.

Luke came each morning, every single one. The first one, a Tuesday, he was bearing coffee and donuts- your favorite flavor of each. The fact that he remembered surprised, as well as the gentle kiss he lay upon your forehead when you answered the door.

You hadn’t expected him that early- 7 am. He’d remembered you woke up at that time, too. You’d slept for nearly 12 hours, exhausted from your reunion on Monday, and already feeling the emotional distress you’d experience in a week. When he knocked, you were still in bed, having naturally woken, but snuggled up in your phone. The sheets still smelled like him, so you slept on the side in which he’d lay. It was warm when you first moved, not long after he’d left, but the heat slipped into your bones and replaced itself with the shape of the air in your apartment.

You fumbled out of bed, slipping on the forgotten socks from yesterday, a random t-shirt- his, random, Van Halen shirt- and pajama bottoms. You hastily tied your hair back as you neared the door, barely peering through the peephole before swinging it open.

He smiled softly at you, adored by the way your face was flushed and puffy, sleep in your eyes and a yawn creeping up your throat. He stepped in, hands full of a bag of donuts and a holder for two coffees. Luke stepped inside, towering over you, and kissing your forehead. You blushed, shutting the door softly as he found his place at a stool at your kitchen island.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he finally spoke.

You burned under his stare, carefully removing your coffee cup and accepting the donut he held out to you. “G’morning.”

“Did you sleep well? You fell fast in my lap,” he laughed a little bit, but his voice was gruff from obvious exhaustion.

You shrugged and sat next to him. He turned on his still to face you, knees knocking against your own. There were slits in his black jeans, allowing the white skin beneath to kiss your own. It was a simple gesture, but your heart swooned.

Why was he being so affectionate?

“Yeah, I did,” you furrowed your brows, teeth biting off a hunk of donut.

As you chewed, he replied, “Good. I’m obviously still tired. Jet lags a bitch.”

Luke watched as you ate, drank every once and again, your eyes boring into the kitchen floor and feet swinging back and forth. Your brows stayed drawn together, expression full of something he couldn’t quite reach.

“You okay?” His voice dropped in volume, stepping carefully around you.

You swallowed firmly before meeting his gaze, head turning up. “Why are you being so affectionate?”

Luke grinned at this. You automatically bit your lip, face scrunching up in a, ‘oops.’

He reached for your hand, twisting the fingers between his own. “I wanna make last year up to you. It was a shitty thing to do, when I stopped messaging back. I mean, everything I did was shitty. So I’m trying to redeem myself.”

You frowned deeply, “So it’s...pity?”

Luke suddenly looked shocked, his face that of a heartbroken puppy dog. He had changed so much; the strong, guarded heart of a rockstar had morphed into a confident, yet somewhat vulnerable sweetheart.

You firmly gripped his hand, as he stuttered. “No-no. I’m sorry it seems like that. It’s not like I’m doing this just because I feel bad. I do have feelings for you, I-“

“Feelings?” You braced yourself, a smile inching up your neck.

Luke flushed this time, the heat prickling the tips of his ears which stuck out from the hair tucked behind them. He shrugged, “Yeah. I’ve always had feelings for you and just being around you again brought them back.”

“And this time you’re not completely taken up,” you mumbled. You stood from the stool and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He embraced your waist, thumbs circling into your hipbones. “I’m all yours.”

“Okay,” you scrunched your noses before leaning into a kiss.

You didn’t believe him.

-

On Wednesday, you decided to actually go out and do something. He had to be back earlier today for an extra long sound check, because at yesterday’s show, his mic was screwed up. So, you got dressed before he was even there, messages from last night planning out your day.

He’d unblocked you on Snapchat, followed you with his private account on Instagram. Luke had sent you dozens of videos and photos from the night prior: A mirror selfie with the caption, ‘I kinda wanna do makeup onstage;’ a video of his outfit, the crowd from backstage, when he was out drinking afterwards. You sent back just as many selfies, feeling elated by the attention and affection (pretty girl, baby, heart eyes, kisses, blushing emojis.)

You were trying to grasp into the moments as best you could because you knew it would be over. Yeah, you’d talk for a month or two, and then he’d get back into the LA nightlife and fall back into step with his groupies for the rest of your. You would take what you could, knowing you could never have his entire heart.

You took Luke to private locations most tourists wouldn’t frequent: Underground coffee and record shops, trying way too many frappes and kissing foam off his lips. He wore a baseball cap, sunglasses, and an all black outfit, trying to just fit in with the rest of the crowds. At one point, someone pointed at Luke, but you watched to see him and his friend seemed to agree that it wasn’t Luke.

Your day ended at 1 pm, on the steps leading up to your apartment building. You were on the step above him, bags hanging off your wrists from the things he’d insisted on buying you. Luke had a hold on your waist, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips.

Though you were giggling, leaning in for more, you felt so out of place.

After he left, you unpacked the few things he bought you and showered. Your skin felt loose, like it was void of a brain and skeleton, yours hanging up in the closet. You scrubbed at it just to feel a little bit of stinging as if it would ground you.

It was an awful feeling, being a stranger to yourself.

But this was so unlike you.

You, adult you, mature you would turn him away and tell him to fuck off. You’d been a side chick without even knowing it until he went back home, and continued to put out for a taken man until he turned you away. And he broke your heart, telling you he couldn’t leave his girlfriend for, ‘some fling he’d had.’

Yeah, ghosting you didn’t mean he didn’t give you his two-cents before doing so.

But you were so, so lonely. And men like him came once every lifetime.

So, on Thursday, you woke up with the intentions of going to his show.

He’d texted you to let you know he couldn’t bring you coffee today because the guys were suspecting him of something. You sent back a frowning selfie in his tshirt, teasing him with skin and lips.

He came over an hour later.

Hands, hips, perfume and cologne infused into bare skin and transferring between oils and kisses.

He’d told them he was meeting a friend, even had someone to cover for him, and got out just to see you naked beneath him.

It felt good being his priority, even if it was only for three percent of his life.

When your chest returned to a normal breathing pattern, you curled into his side again, let his hands cover your back and hair, his lips your own in lazy patterns of some sleepless song. Your lips formed words now, exchanging secret dreams in the morning.

“I don’t know how you handle the fame,” you’d said after a few words exchanged about his career.

Something about guitars splintering his fingers (which you knew, you’d felt them) and being exhausted all the time, unless he was home for more than two days.

Luke huffed, “I don’t know either. I can’t even get a fucking slice of pizza without being followed.”

“I almost,” you hesitated, “I almost feel bad for you.”

His warm breath rolled over your skin and it shifted in rhythm when you said this. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” you wiggled around slightly, “I just wish you could have your career without all the crazy fans.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Luke agreed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love them. Without them, I’d have nothing. But the ones who come to the airport and follow us around and spam our inboxes on Twitter make me want to give up everything just to have a normal life.”

“I know I could never do it,” you laughed.

But the air froze. “What do you mean?”

“I,” you began and moved in his arms to look at him better, “I could never give up my privacy for fame. For anything, honestly. I wanna be able to go on dates or walk down the street without photos being taken. God, how do you even have a private relationship like that?”

Luke sat up, his arms lightly pushing you off of him. You hugged the sheets to your body, taken back by his attitude.

“So you couldn’t be in a relationship with me?”

Your brows furrowed, fingers lightly resting onto his bicep. “What?”

“You couldn’t bear all that, sacrifice all that, for me?” Lukes faze was fierce, sharp.

Luke suddenly stood, shoving on clothes and shoes in a flash. You stood, following him to the door, “Luke! Luke, what’s going on?”

Your mouth hung open, grasping for words that wouldn’t come. “I...I don’t know that you can ask that of me.”

He stopped at the front door, hand grasping the handle so that his knuckles were white. Luke turned to face you, his expression making your shoulders roll forward in vulnerability.

“What are doing this for, then? You just using me for a couple days?”

You scoffed, anger fueling confidence you wished you didn’t have. “Oh, be fucking honest to yourself, Luke. Do you really think this is going past next week? You’ll forget about me again, or you’ll suddenly tell me you’re in a relationship and my time will have been wasted. Thanks for the sex, but maybe it’s my turn to break your heart.”

“Oh, so it is just for these two weeks, then? When did you plan on telling me you didn’t want me like I want you?” Luke spat back.

You laughed sardonically, “Oh, come on! When are you going to lose the facade? Luke, we haven’t spoken in a year, and when we did speak, it was for maybe two months. You barely know a thing about me. You don’t know my mannerisms or where i even want to be in five years. But, hey! Maybe you’ll stop by again, every year, make it a fucking tradition. Come back when you’re in New York or simply when you’re horny, I’ll get you off, and you can ask me how the careers going.”

Luke went quiet. He cleared his throat, but the simple noise cracked from the tears in his eyes. “I have to go to sound check. Can we just stop this for now? Please.”

“I don’t think I can come to the show tonight,” you replied, backing away with a few steps.

Luke nodded, “I figured.”

Despite the tension, the unfinished argument, the inevitable heartbreak, you both reached for the other and embraced a tight ‘for-now’ truce. He kissed you and left.

And he came back the next day, and the next.

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