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izzabela · 6 months ago

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Hi! Can I request fem reader who is tall, strong basically ideal woman for Bi-Han who is interested in her but instead reader chose Kung Lao cause “he makes her laugh.” (*^▽^*)

Jessica Rabbit - Kung Lao x fem!reader x Bi Han

in which you find your Roger Rabbit between two men

a/n: if you make her laugh and giggle, you can make that gyatt clap and jiggle

ship[s]: kung lao x fem!reader x bi han

warning(s): semi-kanon

You laugh at Kung Lao's horribly flat joke as you ate lunch. Midday, perfect breeze, and at a temperature not too hot, it was a good day for lunch outdoors.

While you're laughing wholeheartedly, it's Kenshi who points out the obvious cringe in that joke.

"It wasn't even that funny, he missed the punch line," Kenshi states in his usual deadpan voice.

You shake your head as you keep laughing, and he sighs as Johnny pats his back.

"You seriously don't get women, Ken-doll," Johnny tuts, and Raiden rolls his eyes as he continues to watch his best friend and newfound friend share a laugh.

Kung Lao has been interested in you since you came to the Academy as the final Champion for Liu Kang. You were but an ordinary farmer in the village over, past Fengjian, picking out crops for the upcoming festival. Suddenly, your village was attacked by black-clad ninja-warrior-men-things, and you had run in to join the fight with your limited knowledge.

Of course, like the rest of the champions, Liu Kang revealed himself, explained the circumstances about this "mortal kombat tournament" and the existence of realms. Oh, and how your mentor was the descendant of a former champion.

As you trained, you got to know your other champions better. You were stand-offish first, since many people were taken aback by your height and overall broadness of body. You were right to do so since the monks avoided sparring with you since your height may give an advantage.

The first person to break that ice between you and them was Kung Lao. You learned from Liu Kang that his ego knew no bounds, but you didn't think his ego was afraid of social anxiety. He came up to you like a normal person, treated you as such, and sparred with you that fateful day.

You remained reserved, since you were afraid this was all a joke, but when his friend, Raiden, came along, then Johnny, then Kenshi, you realized it was in good faith.

Since then, you five have grown close, but no one can deny that you were closest to Kung Lao. Despite his inflated personality, he's honest, kind, sensitive, objectively attractive, and personable.

You understood why he and Raiden were friends, and you commended him for not letting his ego get to him despite everyone praising Raiden. You remembered what he said about that topic.

"I trust Raiden as much as he trusts me. He gives me the strength to act like this, because I know he has my back."

That made up a good seventy-five percent of the reason why you liked him. But what about the other twenty-five? Well, that brings us back to the lunch outside the academy.

You wipe your eyes as you give Kung Lao a weak high five, and he smiles brightly before tackling you into the biggest of bear hugs. You can't help but laugh more as he tickles your sides, tears of happiness leaving your eyes.

"Kung Lao, stop that. She'll have cramps later during our spars," Raiden scolds, pinching his ear for him to let go. Kung Lao whines, releasing your reluctantly as you settle down fully.

"Alright, mother. Whatever you say," Kung Lao teases.

"She could've peed too," Johnny points out the (gross) truth. You sigh and shove him playfully, and he's feigning shock that everyone's turned on him.

"Oh come on, I'm funny too!" Johnny pleas, and Kenshi flicks his forehead.

"Vulgarity does not equal hilarity," Kenshi quips.

As you guys finish up, you all take the trash from your lunches back to the canteen room, only to meet Liu Kang and three men in blue, yellow, and gray uniforms. You five recognize them as the grandmaster and his seconds-in-command: Bi Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas.

All five of you bow, and you lead the introductions. "Greetings to the Lin Kuei."

They nod their heads as a sign of acceptance, and Liu Kang asks you all to rise. "I see your meals are over, I hope everyone enjoyed, yes?"

Everyone nods, and Liu Kang hums in content. "Well, since everyone is present, I will announce our next training plan for the month."

Liu Kang states that because it is the final month before the tournament, he invited the Lin Kuei's leaders to take charge of a more intensive training.

Of course, the final representative would be chosen the week before they left for Outworld, so everyone was getting learning how to defeat different kinds of opponents.

The Lin Kuei would be aiding in representing figures like General Shao, Reiko, Kotal, Sheeva, and other "magically huge" (Johnny's words, not Liu Kang's) opponents.

Not only were the contenders non-human, but possessed qualities and traits only heard of in fairytales.

"Hence," Liu Kang finished. "I have enlisted the help of the Lin Kuei to train you all. I hope you all get along well."

Liu Kang bows and takes his leave, also stating he had prior engagements. So, it left the eight of you in an awkward situation. Rather, awkward silence.

"You've all eaten, yes?" Tomas breaks first. Raiden then answers, and they walk together as everyone else follows suit.

"Thank the elder gods for Raiden and his personability," Kung Lao whispers to you, and you nudge him playfully.

It's Tomas's turn to talk, and he immediately talks to Johnny about his movies. While Tomas doesn't see he's clearly stroking his ego, Johnny keeps rambling about how this experience will make a great movie (if he can make it). Kenshi just rolls his eyes and tells Tomas to ignore him.

The only one left to say anything was Bi Han, the leader of the clan. He pulled back behind everyone to assess the current situation.

He didn't address you nor Kung Lao, and you two kept to yourselves as you talked about other matters. Even so, Bi Han can't help but stare at you.

Your height was the first thing he took into account when looking at you. Your hair suited you as well, long and the color practically glowing under the sun. Your arms were out due to the attire of the training clothes, but they were muscular and well-toned.

And when you smiled at whatever the hell Kung Lao was yapping about, Bi Han can feel his chest hurt a bit. Tight, warm, and burning with... a feeling.

After walking out of the canteen, down the shaded walkways of the training grounds, you all stop at the courtyard where the training dummies are. Bi Han gets in front of everyone and announces the new changes.

"We'll be sparring every day for two hours. Meals will be shortened to thirty minutes instead of the forty-five, and at the end of each week, I will host mini tournaments to see how far each of you has come."

You collectively sigh, Johnny more vocal about the loss of his break time. Kenshi and Raiden are the first to speak-up about their distaste of the changes.

"I don't think all of this is necessary, Grandmaster," Kenshi begins carefully. A vein in Bi Han's forehead is visible as he lays out a punishment already.

"Laps. All of you."

Ah, what lovely training you'll be receiving.

*******

A month passes by and training with the Lin Kuei is actually okay.

Waking early, shorter lunches, longer training, it all benefited when it came to the accuracy and power of landing hits.

Except for you.

"Sloppy," Bi Han sums you up as you're panting and gasping for oxygen. You look at him with an incredulous look.

"Grandmaster, I don't understand?" you ask as you breathe heavily between words.

"We train after your dinner," Bi Han orders you. "Dismissed for the night, except you."

You groan, the sun beating down on you before the shadow of a familiar silhouette falls over you.

"See you at dinner? In a couple?" Kung Lao asks as he helps you up.

"Of course, I have yet to hear those jokes you made up," you giggle.

Kung Lao is doing his best to keep his shyness to a minimum, but it's hard when his hand is touching yours as he lifts you. It's difficult when his hand fits so well on your lower back.

It's impossible when his heart is beating through his ears, and three of his friends are staring bullets into the back of his head.

Kung Lao walks with the other boys, looking back at you one last time before you're left alone with the beast.

Bi Han tries not to come off like an asshole, he's actually way more chill than this. With the weight of the tournament, plus his need to do something for the clan, he can't help it.

Besides, sparring takes his mind off of things.

You deal with it surprisingly well, and Bi Han doesn't know if he feels bad for his methods of keeping you around or proud of how well you deal with stress.

Bi Han has had a crush on you the minute he saw you and Kung Lao together. He wasn't rude enough to interrupt the conversation, but he wanted more of you.

Over the course of his and his brother's stay, he held you back purposely to talk to you. Invited you to eat with him and his brothers, hell, he even sparred one on one with you.

He usually reserves that last aspect for people closest to him.

However, despite Bi Han's darndest efforts, you could not feel anything towards the man.

He was enjoyable to talk to, his brothers were equally matched in that aspect too. He was kind and considerate to you after the fact he was a strict instructor.

But something was... missing. He's as stiff as a board, a little too rough around the edges for you.

But Bi Han didn't know that, and since the training is coming to an end, Bi Han decided to really step up his game and confess to you. Something he talked to his siblings about.

While Tomas was more than supportive, Kuai Liang was a bit more reserved with his opinions.

"Brother, I don't wish to look at yourself differently, but she might be looking at someone else completely," he said to him as they were cleaning up one day.

"If you have nothing better to tell me, make yourself useful with Tomas," Bi Han gruffed.

He kept that in his mind, though, and now that you were here, just the two of you, in the warm afternoon and setting sun of the academy, there was no turning back.

"So, Grandmaster, what about me is sloppy this time?" you ask, settled down and finally having gathered enough air.

Bi Han places a dummy in front of you, then another one next to it.

"Your knees lock too early when you kick," he point to the torso of the dummy. "Strike here."

You give a good sidekick, but it's caught early. The grip he has on your shin is surprisingly soft as he points out the flaws.

As you two talk, you don't realize that Kung Lao has the perfect view of you two. He's slurping his congee and hard-boiled egg, glaring at the sight of Bi Han holding your leg like that.

"If you stare any longer, she'll die to a gunshot wound on her head," Johnny teases.

Kenshi flicks his forehead, scolding him about his senselessness. Raiden, though, looks at him with more concern.

"What has you so concerned?" Raiden asks. "Do you believe that she actually will choose the Grandmaster over you?"

Kung Lao freezes, his eyes widening a bit at the thought. You and Bi Han, a couple. Deadly, beautiful, a perfect match for each other.

Still, Kung Lao recovers, "What's there to worry about? I'm the greatest catch on the market!"

Raiden's hand is on Kung Lao's shoulder, and he stares into his eyes to try and fish out what's really eating at him.

"Kung Lao..." Raiden calls his name softly.

For once, Kung Lao sighs and admits defeat. He takes his hat off, dropping it next to him as his head meets the table with a harsh thud.

"I just... She is such a catch!" Kung Lao admits with a red face. "She has been with the Grandmaster after every meal, and for hours on end..."

Johnny and Kenshi stop bickering finally, hearing the dilemma their dear friend is in.

"And she and Grandmaster Bi Han would look great together..."

It's true that perhaps you and Bi Han would make a great couple, but Kung Lao underestimated himself greatly in the part of him that made him... well, Kung Lao.

Bi Han couldn't make you laugh as hard as Kung Lao did. Often times, his jokes fell incredibly flat, or the punchline was missed, or his tone was just off.

This was unknown to Kung Lao, though, so he sits with his friends as he continues to ramble.

"Just, stop.." Kenshi halts his incessant yapping. "You're going to have to tell her. You can't keep this a secret forever."

Johnny burps before adding on, "Especially with the tournament so soon, who knows when we'll have time like this again."

Kung Lao groans heavily, throwing his head back and scratching his head roughly with thoughts on how he'd do so.

What he doesn't realize is that you're in front of him. Freshly showered, clothes somewhat sticking to your body, and the most damning thing that makes him realize he's too late.

A bouquet. Beautifully assorted flowers are wrapped in paper and tied at the stems in an arrangement that screamed "money money money". You were smiling at him as he looked at you from his point of view, head parallel to yours.

"What'cha thinkin' about, Lao?" you ask.

Kung Lao doesn't hear a thing as his heart beats erratically. Harsh, angry, frustrated, he stands up abruptly to leave dinner.

With his food still unfinished.

Knowing something is wrong, you place the flowers in Raiden's arms and rush after him, not even bothering to say anything to the other men. He may be tall and fast, but your strides were longer and you peak over him a bit in height.

You catch up to him with ease, grabbing his wrist and forcing him to face you (isn't this supposed to be the other way around?)

"Lao, you left your food... you never do that," you inform him, and his looks away with gritted teeth and a scowl.

"Leave me, I am not hungry anymore," Kung Lao lies.

You scoff, "Kung Lao, be real with me." You let go of his wrist, your eyes trying to find his as he obviously darts away.

"The flowers," he breaks. "Where did you get them."

It's not a question when he "asks" you. He's pissed, clearly disappointed too.

"The Grandmaster," you answer truthfully. "He gave them to me as a gift."

"Why."

"He confessed to me."

Kung Lao turns away to walk, "Congratulations. I wish you two-"

"I rejected him," you interrupt him.

He turns back to you, his eyes practically spilling out of his eye-sockets as he waves his hand in a motion that says "continue".

"He told me that he had intentions of courting me, but I rejected him," you explain as you begin walking back to the canteen. He follows you, listening in disbelief.

"Why would you reject such an offer? He is the perfect suitor!" Kung Lao praises, dropping his egotistical façade. You shake your head, a bit pink on your neck and ears as you tell him the truth.

"He doesn't, well- he can't make me laugh."

Kung Lao is slack-jawed, shocked at such a trivial personality point that tipped Bi Han out of your favor. Taking this opportunity, you take his hands and slip your fingers in his.

"And besides, you're my favorite clown among everyone here," you admit shyly. Kung Lao is beet-red now, stuttering like a failing engine as he tries to sell himself short. You stop him, though.

"No matter what anyone says, you are you. This version of you is the one I want," Kung Lao is silent as you keep going. "You're not a Raiden copy, 'Thunderland', or anything else."

Kung Lao's heart actually skips a beat, and he taps his chest to try and get it back in rhythm. You giggle and kiss his cheek.

"This is what I mean by clown. You're always making me smile, no matter what."

Kung Lao forgets about his food, and you ignore your stomach as you both go on a moonlit walk on the training grounds.

Just the two of you, the pleasant sound of your laughs ringing in the air as Kung Lao keeps firing joke after joke.

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"seriously, what do you see in that guy?", "he makes me laugh."

never settle for less, Jessica Rabbit loves a man who makes her giggle

see y'all in the next fic!

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #bi han #sub zero #x reader #kung lao #kung lao x you #kung lao x reader #bi han x you #bi han x reader

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gottagobackintime · 2 years ago

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Do you think the writers were originally gonna make Ted bi but chickened out? Literally what was up with the bi-angles around Ted's head? Was it bait? Or was it just a queer easter egg or subtle nod to Colin and Trent's conversation earlier?

That is a very good question.

An argument could be made that they wanted to show a straight man who is comfortable in his masculinity, a straight man that doesn’t have to prove how masculine he is. And that’s why he feels comfortable referencing musicals and complimenting other men’s appearance.

BUT an argument could also be made that he was intended to be queer but somewhere along the line they changed their mind or simply felt like they didn’t have time to properly tell that story.

I feel that it’s not that strange for us to read into what the characters are saying and doing, especially since the show has set a precedence for that kind of viewing when it comes to the canon queer characters. Considering that the only hint we had of Trent being gay, was that he touched another man’s arm and told him to wait outside Rebecca (and of course his *heart eyes* at Ted, thank you James!), and we didn’t get it confirmed until he came out to Colin, which made a large part of the audience think that he would out Colin and that he should get together with. When it comes to hints about Colin, we had the Grindr comment and with Keeley we had all of her comments about finding women hot and dipping her toes back into the lady pool. But all of these hints were in large ignored by the straight audience but picked up on by a large portion of the queer audience. So why should we ignore the hints when it comes to Ted?

What makes Ted’s comments and behaviour towards men come from a place of non-toxic masculinity? Why are we supposed to think that he’s straight when there are so many subtle and not so subtle hints that he’s bi? The pink triangle by his head in the same episode where two gay characters are sitting by/on a monument made out of pink triangles and they talk about it. The bi coloured triangles, when they could have picked any other colours, especially in an episode that deals with being queer. All of his comments about men being attractive. I feel like there are too many hints to ignore, especially when, as I said above, the canon queer characters got LESS obvious hints (with the exception of Keeley I guess, but people thought she was just joking so I think it counts) about their sexuality.

But yeah, I don’t know why they seemingly dropped so many hints that Ted is queer and then didn’t follow up on it. I wish I knew what their intentions were. I haven’t even made my mind up about what I think. They might have leaned a bit too much into Ted being a representation of non-toxic masculinity that they ended up with a queer coded Ted instead. But they also might have felt that they didn’t have time to develop a storyline that dealt with that, especially since they added too many characters and stories in season three for them to handle at times. But it was too late for them to change the core of Ted’s character. Then there was also the problem with them sending Ted back to Kansas. Any potential love interest would either have to go with him or they’d have to do long distance. And considering that the only real possible love interest, who is a man, is Trent, that would complicate things. Trent also has a child so he wouldn’t be able to just uproot his life and follow Ted. I think they scrapped the idea of Ted having a proper love interest that would give him a strong reason to stay in England. You know what I mean. That would add another level that would feel complicated, and I think that the writers might have thought that it would be an unsatisfying ending, him having to leave his love interest behind (I still feel like it was unsatisfying because they didn’t convince me enough that Ted was actually okay with his decision, but that’s a discussion for another day) even if the intent might have been to have Ted be queer. OR they want to keep the option open for confirmed bi Ted in any potential spin-offs.

It really all depends on how much credit you want to give to the writers I suppose. And I honestly don’t know where I stand at the moment.

#we ask ze questions #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso #tedependent #I hope this makes sense even if I guess I didn't really answer the question properly #but I honestly don't know what I believe #but one thing I am 100% certain of #is that James Lance 100% played Trent as being in love with Ted #you cannot convince me otherwise

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devilat-thedoor · 2 years ago

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Hands to Yourself Pt2

Hi Lovlies🤍🤍

Coming to you live from my bedroom, under the peaceful sounds of rain and thunder. I spent all day finishing this part. Now here I stand, presenting it to you with a lil bow🎀 I hope you love it as much as I do💖💖

Part 1

Word Count: 9.5k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Unprotected sex, Alcohol consumption, Bi f!reader x Jake x Bi f!OC, Fingering, Oral (m&f receiving), Swearing, a sort of, almost threesome?🤷🏽‍♀️

“Oh my god…” You buried your face in your hands, the embarrassment evident. “I am never gonna be able to face Sammy again.”

Jake’s laugh filled the kitchen. “Judging by the way he left the bar, trying to hide his boner, I’m fairly sure he feels the exact same way about you.” He laid the plate in front of you, stacked with two fresh waffles and a mix of various fruits, taking the chair beside you at the kitchen island with his own plate. “Hey, it could’ve been worse.” He mumbled around a bite of food. “At least you didn’t go all ‘Coyote Ugly’ and start stripping on the bar like that time in Atlanta.”

“We don’t talk about that!” You plucked a blueberry from your plate, throwing it at him. “God, why do you let me get that drunk, Jacob.”

He caught the fruit before it could hit his face and tossed it into his mouth. “If it’s not something that’s getting you into trouble, who am I to stop you from having fun?” He shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “Excuse me if I’m wrong, but feeling your brother up in the back of a bar room feels like trouble, Jake.” You punctuated the statement by stabbing a bite of waffle on your plate.

“If that’s the case, maybe I shouldn’t have let you dance with Sage.” He kept his eyes on the coffee mug in his hand as he spoke. “I think you were a little more handsy with her.” He turned his gaze to you, waiting for a response.

“Jake, that’s completely different…” You defended, sipping your own coffee.

He turned to face you completely then, “How is it different? What, because she’s a woman?” He could sense your discomfort and took your hand in his, softening his voice. “Baby, I know you dated women before me, we had that conversation already. If you’re into her, that’s perfectly normal.” Dropping your hand, he brushed a stray hair from your face, “She’s beautiful. I wouldn’t be mad if you were attracted to her. It’s human nature.” There was something about his tone that you couldn’t pick out. Curiosity, maybe? An almost hopefulness to his words..

You slid off your chair, moving to wrap your arms around Jake’s neck. “You’re right, lover.” You couldn’t hide your smile, “She is beautiful. But I only have eyes for you.” You captured his lips in a kiss, hoping to discard this topic of conversation. The attraction you had towards Sage and the way your body reacted to her hands on you was not something you were ready to discuss with your boyfriend. “Now how about that day in bed that I promised you?” Your lips trailed his jaw, his hands resting on your waist.

A low hum vibrated from Jake’s throat, “Sounds like a treat.” He stood up, gripping your thighs right below your ass and lifting, prompting you to lock your legs around him. Jake knew you almost better than you knew yourself. If you thought for a moment that he didn’t know you were trying to distract him from the topic at hand, you were sorely mistaken. He dropped it for now, though, setting your mind at ease as he carried you back to the bedroom.

Your lips never parted from Jake’s as he made the short walk, stopping at the side of the bed. He let his body fall backwards onto the mattress, you landing on top of him and pulled the shirt over your head. “C’mere.” His hand found the back of your neck, weaving into your hair and guiding your mouth back to his own. You rolled your hips against his, feeling his growing bulge through the soft cotton of his shorts. Suddenly Jake was flipping you so that you laid beneath him. A squeal escaped you, quickly replaced by a breathy moan as he grinded into you, putting pressure directly on your covered clit. His mouth dropped to your neck, licking and biting, while his hips continued rolling into you. You grasped at his shirt, trying to pry it from his torso. Jake pulled away from you, allowing you to remove the clothing. You breathed a satisfied hum at the feel of his warm skin under your fingertips. His mouth found your skin again, moving from your neck to your breasts. He let his tongue flick over your left nipple, forcing your back to arch towards him. When he turned his attention to the other breast, you lifted your hips to meet him, desperate for any kind of friction. Jake could feel the desperation oozing from you, a smirk playing on his lips as he pulled your right nipple into the warmth of his mouth.

Jake closed his teeth around the hardened peak, “Oh fuck, Jake.” You threw your head back, savoring the feeling, but it was gone too soon.

He lifted off of you and stood from the bed, pulling your panties off and taking your right leg in his hand. “You’re like a masterpiece.” He whispered, almost to himself. You looked up at him, admiring his soft, tanned skin, not a single imperfection to be found. He trailed wet pecks from the inside of your ankle all the way to your thigh, dropping to his knees and hooking your leg over his shoulder. “What’s got you this wet, love?” He questioned, running his middle finger through your folds, spreading your arousal.

You sat up on your elbows, getting a nice view of him between your legs. “Don’t tease, baby.” Your voice was laced with honey as you spoke, hoping it would coax him closer to giving you what you needed. His fingers worked over your clit in gentle circles, picking up pace for a few seconds before slowing down again. Your hips bucked in search of more pressure, “Jacob…” You breathed out, “Please, baby. Don’t make me wait for it.”

He moved in closer, blowing cool air over your heat. “Answer the question, then, Y/N” His finger teased your entrance as he reminded you of his inquiry, “What made you drip like this, pretty girl?” His eyes were focused on his fingers.

“You did Jake. You always do.” Your body dropped back into the bed, writhing under his touch. “Your mouth. Please.” Your voice came out in a depraved whine.

He hummed in response, but he wasn’t giving in yet. His fingers went back to your clit, “You sure it’s me? Or are you thinking about Sage and her mouth?” His tongue made its first appearance, darting out to lick a stripe through your wetness before retreating back into his mouth. “Do you wish it was her hands on you? Her fingers inside you?” Jake pushed his own finger into you then, eliciting a groan from you. He was moving at such an achingly slow pace.

Why does he keep bringing Sage up? And why is the mention of her turning you on even more? You thought over his words for a moment trying to form a coherent response. “Jake, I-” Your hand found your left breast, squeezing it, rolling the nipple between your fingers. He knew the effect his suggestion had on you, he could see it in the way you clenched around his finger. “Baby, ple-.” The beginning of your plea was cut short when Jake finally relented, attaching his mouth to you. His tongue lapped at your clit, making pointed strokes. Your free hand weaved into his hair while your leg pulled him in, locking him against you. He added a second finger, filling you up even more, pulling the sensitive bundle between his lips, sucking softly. “Oh GOD!” Your back arched off of the mattress, legs threatening to close around his head.

Jake pulled his mouth from your cunt. “Nope, it’s just me, love.” You could hear the arrogance in his voice. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, his middle and ring fingers still moving and curling inside of you. He let his thumb find your clit, rolling it around. He could feel you tighten around him, “You wanna cum, beautiful?” His voice was dripping with enough sugar to give you cavities as he leaned down to capture your lips, swallowing your moans.

His lips moved to your jaw, nipping little bites into your skin between kisses. “Want you to cum with me.” You choked out, nails digging into his shoulder as you squirmed. “Need to feel you, Jake.” The urgency in your tone melted him.

He pulled his fingers from you and stood, making quick work of removing his shorts. His cock bounced as it was freed from its confines. He gave it a few loose strokes, moving to stand between your legs. “How bad do you want it?” He ran the head of his length through your folds, allowing it to lubricate him before settling at your entrance, waiting for your cue.

The impatience radiated from you, “Just fuck me, Jacob!’ Your voice was loud in your own ears, but it did the trick. Jake pushed your knees wide apart before sinking into your dripping pussy. He wasted no time in letting you adjust, immediately chasing his release. The sounds of slapping skin and heavy breaths filled the space.

He gripped at your thighs, leaving indents in the flesh with the pads of his fingers. “You feel so good, baby. So pretty when you moan, taking me so well.” His words of praise shot straight through you and you clenched around him. Jake knew your body so well, he knew you were teetering on the edge and he was ready to take the plunge with you. “I can feel you, sweet girl. So close.”

Your fists ripped at the sheets, knuckles white from the grip, looking for anything to keep you grounded. “Jake, I can’t- I’m gonna-” The words failed to form a single sentence. But Jake knew what you were trying to say.

“Shhh. I know, baby. I’ll get you there, don’t worry.” His voice was soft, a choked grunt rippled from his chest. He took his left hand off of your thigh and brought it down on your tummy, resting it between your hips, just above your pelvic bone. “I’m right there with you, love. We’re going together.” His hand pushed down, the added pressure causing your orgasm to explode through your body. You felt a strong gush flow from you, forcing his cock from inside of you. You could’ve sworn you saw stars, mouth agape with a silent scream. At least you think it was silent, the force of your climax put all of your other senses on hold. “Oh fuck…” Jake was stunned at what he’d just witnessed. It took him a second to push his now dripping dick back into you, giving a few halfhearted thrusts before following right behind you, spilling inside of your throbbing cunt. A string of obscenities leaving his mouth as he emptied himself.

Jake collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close to you as you whispered praises of adoration to him. Brushing away the hair that stuck to his face with one hand, you used the other to gently rub up and down his back. After what felt like an eternity of coming down from the world shattering high, you nudged Jake, prompting him to look up at you. “I love you, Jacob Thomas.”

He shifted, holding his weight on his elbows that rested on either side of your head. “I love you more.” He dropped his head to kiss the tip of your nose, then your forehead, each cheek, ending with the softest kiss to your lips. You cupped his face, your hands begging him not to pull away. When he finally broke the kiss, a face-splitting grin cracked across his face, showcasing his perfect teeth. “Baby, I didn’t know you could do that.” He emphasized the last word with a raise of his eyebrows, nodding his head to the space where your bodies connected.

Suddenly aware of the puddle soaking into the duvet underneath you, you felt your cheeks heat with a blush, pulling your hands over your face to cover it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He pulled out of you, moving to lie beside you and hauled your body on top of his. “Sorry for what, Y/N?” He pulled your hands away from your face as you sat up, straddling his waist. “That may have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was genuine as he rubbed his hands up and down your sides.

“You liked that?” You could stop the smile creeping its way onto your face as he pulled your body down against him, his erection beginning to grow beneath you.

His hand weaved into your hair, “Fuck, I wanna make you do it again.” It was the last thing he said before attaching his lips to yours again.

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You and Jake sat in the living room later that night, eating takeout. He had some documentary on the TV while you went over inventory lists on your laptop for work. Your phone lit up on the table with a text. “Babe, can you hand me that.” you murmured through the pasta hanging out of your mouth. He shook his head with a chuckle, grabbing the phone and placing it in your hand. Unlocking the device, you saw the message was from Odessa.

Odessa 8:36pm: Are you busy next saturday? Can you get off work?

You 8:39pm: I have that weekend off. Truck is going in for a tune up, gonna take a few days. So I'm free!

“Who is it?” Jake asked, looking over at you as he set his bowl on the coffee table and picked up his beer.

“Odessa.” You replied just as another text came through. “She invited me to go shopping next Saturday. Wants to get coffee and lunch, make a whole day of it.” You added, reading over the message. You typed a quick response to let her know that you were in and told her to let you know where to meet and what time.

Jake sipped from his bottle, “Are you gonna go?”

“Yeah, the truck is going into the garage Friday morning and we won’t get it back until probably Tuesday, so I have a long weekend.” You shrugged. “You weren’t planning anything for us, were you?”

“Nah. No, I wasn’t planning anything.” He pulled his lip between his teeth, holding back a thought.

“What is it?” You insisted. “There’s clearly something you want to say, Jake.” Tilting your head, you waited for him to respond.

He rubbed his hand over his face, looking back to the TV. “Is Sage going too?”

Great. Here we go…

You sat up, turning your body towards him. “I don’t know, Jake. Would it matter if she was?” You pressed, “Am I not allowed to have friends?” You don’t know why you were being so defensive, but you softened when Jake grabbed your hand.

“Woah, Hey. Relax, love.” His voice was calm and sweet, “I was just curious.” He tried to end the conversation, turning his attention back to his documentary and whereas you would’ve been grateful to drop it earlier, something about his demeanor made you press the topic.

You grabbed the remote from his lap, hitting the pause button. When he opened his mouth in protest, you cut him off with a wave of your hand. “No, you wanna keep bringing it up, we’re gonna talk about this.” You kept your tone even. “Why do you keep bringing Sage up, Jacob?” You waited for a response, but he stayed quiet, so you continued. “I don’t even know if she’s going, but why would it matter if she did?”

He was starting to get irritated and you could tell, “Look, it doesn’t matter, okay. Y/N, just drop it.” He tried to snatch the remote out your hand, but you held it behind your back.

“It obviously matters enough for you to keep talking about it, Jake.” You leaned in, trying to make him look at you. “Do you think I want to hook up with her or something?” You stared at him and he shifted in his seat, refusing to meet your eyes. A memory from the bar flickered through your brain. Jake’s eyes on you and Sage while you danced. Your bodies winding together in the hazy bar room, grasping at one another. Him shifting on his feet, attempting to hide the obvious bulge growing in his jeans. Bingo! That’s it. “No fucking way.” Your mouth hung open in amusement as he finally turned to face you.

He drew his brows together in confusion, “What?” He snapped.

You tried to hold back the shit-eating grin on your face, but you couldn’t stop it. “You want me to fuck her.” You gawked at him, a laugh bubbling from your throat. “You get all hard at the idea of it, don’t you, Jacob?” Your tone was condescending but playful at the same time.

Jake wasn’t amused though, “Would you stop it, this isn’t fucking funny.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Crawling across the couch, you climbed into lap, straddling him. “Baby…” Your arms snaked around him, fingers twirling the hairs at the nape of his neck. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m not mad, it’s basic human nature.” You repeated his words from the morning back to him.

He let his head fall back against the couch, huffing in defeat. “Okay. Yeah, the thought of you with another woman is pretty hot.” He picked his head back up to look at you, “But obviously I don’t want you fucking someone who isn’t me…same sex or not.” His hands grabbed yours, lacing your fingers together. “You’re mine, love.”

You tossed his words around in your head for a moment. “Jakey, of course I'm yours. All yours.” You bit down on your lip, trying to find the best way to word your next thought. “But what if we did it together…?” You spit out the sentence before you could chicken out.

He knew what you were implying, but he tread carefully just in case he had it wrong. “Did what together, Y/N?”

You simply shrugged your shoulders, “Fucked someone.”

“Together? Like- like a threesome?” His eyes were wide.

“Yes, like a threesome, Jake. God, you’re lucky you’re pretty.” You joked, lightly tapping your knuckles against his forehead.

“With another girl?” His voice was hopeful, adding, “I don’t think I could let another man touch you.”

You laughed at his admission, “Jesus, Jacob. Yes. With another woman.” You leaned into him, brushing your nose with his. “I don’t want another man’s hands on me anyways.” You whispered against his lips, flicking your tongue out to lick his bottom lip. His dick was growing harder underneath you and you took that as a sign of agreement towards the suggested threesome. “Nobody knows my body like you, lover.”

With a low growl, he grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your back on the couch and crawled over you. He nudged his knee between your legs, putting pressure on your covered center, and dragged his teeth over your collarbone.

This is gonna be a long night. But you weren’t complaining…

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The following Saturday came fast and you were excited to have a peaceful girl’s day. The weather forecast was clear. Hot, shining sun and humidity. You opted for a pair of black denim shorts that lifted your ass nicely and the old, worn in Black Sabbath t-shirt that you stole from your dad’s closet years ago.

“You look good.” Jake appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. “I’m gonna grab a bite with Josh a little later.” He walked to you, pulling you into him by your hips. “When do you think you’ll be home? We might go for drinks if you wanna meet us?”

Your hands rubbed up and down his arms, a smile on your lips. “I’m not sure. I’ve left all the plans up to Odessa. She just told me where to meet her, said we’d get lunch while we’re out and that’s all I know for now.” You shrugged, pushing Jake’s hair from his face. Stepping back, you admired him from head to toe. He wore his favorite black shirt, open at the top, baring his smooth chest. “You look good too, baby.” You left a peck on his cheek before turning back towards the closet, “But change into the navy blue shirt, it goes way better with those jeans.” You called over your shoulder in reference to the light wash blue jeans he had on.

Jake took your advice, swapping out his shirt, and met you at the door to send you off, “Have fun, love.” He kissed you, pulling the door open, “Call me when you finish up, I’ll let you know where we end up.” Saying a final goodbye and leaving one more peck to your mouth, he watched you walk down the path to your car, parked on the side of the road. He gave a small wave as you pulled away from the curb before retreating back into the house.

It was around 1pm when you pulled into a parking space. Killing the engine, you grabbed your purse and stepped out into the afternoon heat. The strip mall that Odessa had you meet her at was full of different stores and businesses and a few locally owned restaurants. At the end, on the far left side of the parking lot, you spotted a farmer’s market, making a mental note to stop after you were done shopping. You made your way to the cafe Odessa said she’d be at. When you stepped in the door, your eyes immediately landed on her as she waved at you from the table by the window. You waved back at her, mimicking her contagious smile before pointing towards the front counter, signaling to her that you were gonna order yourself a coffee.

As you stood in line, perusing the menu board that hung above the counter, you felt a hand on your arm. “Y/N?” You turned at the sound of your name, expecting to see Odessa, but you were met with those green eyes that have been plaguing your mind for the past week. “Oh my god, I thought that was you!” She smiled, her teeth a perfect white with the tiniest gap in between the front two framed by her plump, pink lips. You couldn’t help but focus on her hand, still holding onto your arm, her touch seering into your skin.

Realizing that you had been staring at her, you cleared your throat, “Sage. Hey.” You pulled into an awkward hug, silently cursing yourself for doing so. You barely know her. Stop being weird. You were surprised when her arms wrapped around your body, hugging tightly. Her hair brushed your face and you could smell her shampoo. Cherry Blossoms and vanilla. When you released her, you offered an explanation for being there to break the silence that fell upon the two of you. “Yeah, uhhh, Odessa invited me out to go shopping with her and I had the day off, sooo” You shrugged your shoulders, unsure of how to continue the conversation.

Her smile grew, “No way! I’m meeting Dess here too!” She beamed. “I’m actually a little excited to get to hangout with you. I was hoping we could be friends after the other night but I never got the chance to get your number.”

“I can take your order here, honey.” The older barista called from the register, dragging your attention away from Sage.

Stepping up to the counter, you began to rattle off your coffee order, “Can I do a medium brown sugar cold brew with sweet cream and almond milk?” Digging your wallet from your bag, you turned back to Sage, “What are you drinking, it’s on me?”

She tried to refuse but you insisted. “Just a triple shot over ice in a medium cup, oat milk and four pumps of vanilla, please.” She gave the barista a kind smile.

You paid for the drinks and when the barista handed them off, you and Sage walked to Odessa’s table in silence. A strange tension hung in the air surrounding you two, only broken when Odessa opened her mouth with giddy excitement. “You guys found each other!” She sipped her blended drink through the straw, “I’m so happy you both came. I figured we could hit the thrift store first? They just opened up a couple weeks ago and I haven’t had the chance to stop yet.” Her hazel eyes were bright with excitement. “We can spend some time there and then get lunch and hit the rest of the shops?” .

“Whatever you wanna do, Dess.” Sage offered in return, “Oh! Can we stop at that farmer’s market at the end of the lot before we leave, though?” She looked from Odessa to you, waiting for a confirmation.

You spoke first, “Yes, please! I wanted to stop as soon as I saw it.” You gushed. “I’ve been dying to find good fresh fruits and veggies.”

“Wow.” Odessa looked back and forth between the two of you, “You guys are more alike than I expected.” She raised her eyebrows before shrugging, “We can do whatever, but let’s get going, please, I’m getting kind of hungry.” She moved past you, towards the door. “I can’t believe I get to go thrifting with my two favorite friends!” She squealed with enthusiasm, breaking into a skip as she stepped outside.

You managed to find quite a bit at the thrift shop; jeans and vintage tees for you, a few little knick knacks for Jake that you knew he would appreciate. When the three of you had finally decided that you’d had enough in your baskets, you headed for the checkout line. Toting your bags on your arms and grateful that you’d worn comfy shoes, you trailed down the long sidewalk along the strip, in search of a restaurant that sounded good.

“Wait, guys,” Sage stopped in her tracks, turning to face the place you were passing. “What about this place?”

Odessa groaned, staring through the window of the small bar restaurant, “I don’t care where we eat anymore, but I’m starving.” She rubbed at her tummy, giving you a dramatic pout.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you looked to Sage, “We’d better get the toddler some chicken nuggets before she has a temper tantrum.” The sarcasm in your voice caused Sage to laugh as well as she yanked open the door.

“Okay one, fuck off.” Odessa tried to keep a scowl on her face as you all stepped up to the hostess’ stand. “And two, chicken nuggets sound so good right now.”

Before you could respond, the hostess appeared, “Hi, ladies! Welcome to Riverside Blues Bar & Grill. Is it just three of you today or are we expecting more?” Her cocoa-colored curls bounced around her face, falling in front of her friendly eyes. When Sage told her it was the three of you, she bent down to grab the menus. “Okay, perfect! Would y’all prefer a booth or a table? Or you can sit at the bar as well!”

“A booth, please!” Odessa spoke up, matching the delightful tone that the hostess used.

“No problem, right this way, ladies.” She ushered you to a small booth sat beside a window. You climbed in first, then Odessa, sitting across from you and Sage last. Expecting her to slide in next to her best friend, you were caught off guard when she slid in beside you, her leg brushing against yours. Once seated, the hostess placed the menus in front of you three, “Your server is going to be Carly, she’ll be right over to grab your drink orders. I hope you girls enjoy your meal!” She beamed before walking off.

You picked up the menu, opening it up, “If I order the soft pretzels as an appetizer, will you guys eat some?”

“Absolutely.” Odessa chimed.

“Yes, but only if you eat some of the mozzarella sticks that I plan on ordering.” Sage countered and you gave her a soft smile in reply.

Just then, the waitress came up to the table, introducing herself. She took your drink orders and wrote down the appetizers on her pad. “I’ll give you girls some more time to look over the menu while I go get these together.”

The drinks came out, followed shortly after by your appetizers and your meals didn’t take too long after that. As you all began to dig into your dishes, there was a calm silence that fell over the table. It stayed like that for about five minutes before Odessa sparked a conversation, directing it at you. “So how is business going? I know you said the truck was gonna be in the garage over the weekend.” She popped a fry into her mouth, awaiting your response.

You swallowed the bite you had been chewing and wiped a napkin over your mouth, “It’s going really good, actually!” You loved being asked about your work, “It’s only going for a tune up, with summer starting, we’re getting into the busiest months of the year, so we just need to make sure everything is running smoothly and continues to do so.”

Odessa gave a nod, signaling that she was listening as she chomped down on her burger, a piece of lettuce hanging from her lip. Sage interjected then, “What do you do for work?” She sipped on her drink, eyes on you.

“Oh. I own a food truck.” The way she rolled the straw around on her lip had you distracted. “Uh, two actually. My older brother and I started one a few years ago in the city near our hometown.”

She placed her glass on the table, turning her body to face you, “You have two food trucks?! What kind of food?” She asked, a genuine note to her tone.

You couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face, “Yeah. Well he has one back in our hometown, I have the other here. It’s all fresh foods and ingredients. We get our inventory from local farms, butchers and vendors. But we do anything from salads, to sandwiches to fruit bowls.” She nodded for you to continue. “When I decided to move out here, It was such a hard decision to make. My brother and I had built the business completely on our own.” Your voice grew quiet, realizing how much you missed days on the truck with him. “It was hard enough leaving him, but I was leaving what we built together too. Something we fought and worked so hard for.” The sadness was clear in the way you spoke and Sage placed her hand on yours, giving you a reassuring smile. You looked down to where she hand held yours in your lap. “He knew how much it was hurting me to leave it all, but he also knew that I was in a bad situation and needed to get out of that town. So the day that I was due to head out, my brother showed up at my apartment with a whole new truck, told me that we were in it together for life.” You chuckled quietly, thinking over the memory. “I fought with him that I couldn’t afford it and he just put the keys in my hand and said everything would be fine. What I didn’t know was that over the first year we had opened the truck, he had been putting money aside for that exact reason.” Your eyes came back up to meet hers as you finished.

“That’s so badass, Y/N!” She gave your hand a little shake before pulling away, “I need to come and try your food, where are you usually at?”

“Most weekdays we usually park on 7th Street in the city. Right outside of the giant building that has all the law offices in it. Sometimes we try for construction sites, but it’s all about getting the right permits.” You picked up your water, taking a few gulps.

Odessa reentered the conversation, “The food is so good! Culinary school was worth it, babe, because those BLTs you make are de-li-cious!” She ended her sentiment with a chef’s kiss.

You laughed, shaking your head at her, “Dess, a BLT is quite literally the easiest sandwich anyone can make.”

“Yeah but that aioli you put on them is what sets you apart from the rest, Y/N.” She gave you a pointed look and you conceded.

“Okay okay. I am quite the chef.” You gave a playful shrug.

“I’m definitely going to stop and try your food soon. I’ll text you to see where you're at during the week.” Sage smiled before turning back to her food.

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After lunch, you three continued along the strip, entering and perusing all of the different shops. It was going on 5:30pm when you finally got to the farmer’s market and they were beginning to pack up their tables. “Oh, is it too late to look around?” You asked a man standing by the table of melons, strewn with honeydew and cantaloupe.

“Not at all, darling.” He gave a warm smile. “You girls, go ahead, we can hold off on cleaning up for a few pretty ladies.”

He reminded you of your grandpa and you offered him the same smile in return. “Thank you so much, we won’t be long!” You began walking around the tables, loaded with crates of fruits and veggies, homemade jams and local honeys, and a multitude of baked goods. You filled a basket with various items, satisfied with your findings. Sage called for you and Odessa and you looked up, following the direction that her voice echoed from. When you got to the bed of the truck on the opposite side of the market, you saw what they had been packing up when you got there.

“That guy said that this is all homemade.” She held up a bottle of wine to you and Odessa, “His daughter and her husband have a vineyard right outside of town and she makes all of these.” She referenced the boxes in the back of the truck.

Leaning over the side, you began sifting through the bottles. The old man came up beside you, “It’s been picked through quite a bit today, we don’t have much left.”

You looked over to him, “These all sound great though!” Your eyes crinkled with a smile, “Which would you recommend?” You asked him, genuinely curious of his opinion.

He reached in, grabbing a bottle without hesitation, “I like this one a lot, s’got a real smoky flavor.” He passed the bottle to you and looked back to the boxes, plucking another from it. “Now my wife, she enjoys her drys and her whites.” You took the second bottle, looking over the labels of both.

The first was a Syrah. The label stated ‘Notes of blackberry, dark chocolate, tobacco and black pepper.’ The second, a Sauvignon Blanc, read ‘Citrus-driven with notes of honeydew and mint.’

“These both sound great! I will definitely take them.” Adding them to your basket, you addressed the man again, “Do you, by chance, have a Cabernet? It’s my boyfriend’s favorite.”

“I think we may have a bottle or two left in here somewhere.” He climbed into the bed of the truck, moving to a box in the back. “Look at that!” He chimed, pulling open the crate. “We got exactly two left. It’s been a best seller for years.” He held a proud expression. “Folks come from 3 towns over just to get it.”

“Well in that case, I think I’ll take both bottles if that’s no trouble?” You inquired, stepping out of the way for the old man to climb out.

He beamed with delight, “Oh, s’no trouble at all, darlin’!” His lighthearted energy was contagious and you felt your heart warm at his kind smile. “Your basket is a little full, I’ll hold onto these over at the table for ya until you’re ready to ring out.”

You thanked him and turned to find the girls when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Adjusting the basket on your arm to pull your phone out, you saw Jake’s contact flashing across the screen with a call. You tapped the green circle and held the device to your ear, “Hey, lover.”

Jake’s voice came through, “Hi, beautiful. You having fun?” You could hear voices in the background, Josh yelling at Jake to tell you he says ‘Hi’.

You giggled at Jake telling Josh to shut up on his end. “Yeah, actually. A lot of fun.” You wandered mindlessly through the market, looking at nothing in particular. “I got you a few things that I think you’ll like.”

You could hear his smile as he spoke, “You could bring me home a rock you found in the dirt and I would love it because it came from you.”

“Well, no rocks today, but I did just pick up a couple bottles of wine from this farmer’s market.” You ran into Odessa then and she mouthed that her and Sage were about done, their own baskets overflowing with items. “I think we’re about finished up for the day, though.” You said to Jake, nodding to Odessa and holding up a finger to let her know you’d be ready to check out in a minute.

She gave you a thumbs up and turned away as Jake responded, “Yeah? You wanna come meet us for a drink then?”

You pondered for a moment, “Uhhh. Let me find out if Dess and Sage have anything else going on.”

“Okay, love.” His voice was soft, “Text me and let me know. I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” Ending the call, you tucked the phone back into your pocket and stalked to the small table that the old man sat at.

Odessa was standing to the side, having already paid for her things. As he handed Sage her change from his small, metal cash box, she thanked him and moved aside, offering you a smile as you began removing things from your basket.

He told you your total and you reached into your wallet to pull out the cash. “Are you here every week?” You asked him.

“Every week from May to the end of October!” He gave you your change and carefully packed your items into a box. “You’ll have to stop back in the fall, we serve fresh apple cider! The kids love it.”

Picking the box up, you gave him a final smile, “I can promise you that I’ll be back a lot sooner than fall” You thanked him before finally turning to leave.

As you all began walking back into the parking lot, Sage addressed you and Odessa. “Do you guys wanna get a drink?”

“I’m gonna have to pass tonight.” Odessa sounded a bit sad, “Danny’s had this awful cough and sore throat since yesterday morning. I’m gonna go home and make him some tea with this infused honey I bought.. Next time though?”

She nodded to Odessa and you both said your goodbyes to her as she stalked towards her car. “What about you? Drink?” Sage turned to you.

You pulled your phone out, checking the time. 5:38pm. “Yeah, I could use a drink.” You tucked the phone back into its place, adding “But how about we skip the bar and just go back to my place? I’m dying to get off my feet and into some comfy clothes and I really wanna try this wine.”

“That sounds great, actually.” Sage replied, “Text me your address and I’ll meet you there after I drop my things off at my apartment?”

“Okay, yeah. I’ll text you. See you in a bit.” You both walked in opposite directions to your cars.

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When you had made it home, you called Jake to let him know that you weren’t gonna be meeting him and his twin and decided to stay in with Sage. He only replied with a quiet “Oh. Okay. I’ll see you at home then.”

Sage showed up closer to 7pm and you greeted her at the door. She had taken the time to change into comfier clothing as well when she stopped home. “These are so cute, did you get them today?” You inquired, referencing the lilac lounge shorts she wore, paired with a plain white tank top.

She stepped inside, removing her shoes and following you to the kitchen. “I did. At that little boutique we went in after lunch.” She took her time looking around, admiring your home. “I brought one of the bottles that I bought so we didn’t drink all of yours.”

You stopped in front of the kitchen island, taking the bottle of Pinot Noir from her hands, “Ooooh, this sounds good. Which one should we start with?” You asked, placing the bottle on the counter beside the four that you had purchased.

“I am not too choosy when it comes to wine. You pick.” She left the decision up to you. Settling on the Sauvignon, you popped the cork and poured two glasses, sliding one to Sage. She swirled the liquid in her glass before bringing it up to her lips. You watched, distracted by the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed.

Realizing you were staring, you tore your eyes away from her, taking a few large sips from your own glass. “Mmm. This is amazing.” You licked your lips, savoring the flavor. Sage nodded her head in agreement, taking another drink.

You walked her through the house, giving a small tour before you both settled on the couch. You flipped through Jake’s record collection, putting a vinyl on the turntable and letting the music quietly fill the room. Time went by, along with glass after glass of wine. Before you knew it, the two of you were on the end of a second bottle. You sat for hours, talking about your respective lives and sharing stories, just getting better acquainted.

The clock was going on 11pm and the wine had more than worked its magic on you and Sage both. She opened up to you about her last relationship with her toxic ex girlfriend, revealing to you that she was into women. “I mean, I find men attractive, sure.” She shrugged, “I guess there’s a chance I could be Bi, but I’ve never been intimate with a man to find out.”

“WHAT?!” You couldn’t help the gape to your mouth as you stared at her in surprise. “You’ve never been with a man at all? Like in any way?”

Sage let out a breathy laugh, “Aside from a makeout and backseat handjob, no.” She reached for the bottle on the table, filling her glass. “Once I realized that I was attracted to women, I kind of spiraled into that. My ex and I got together my junior year of college and we were together up until a year and half ago.” She settled back into the couch, letting out a sigh, “The relationship was so bad, and I let her manipulate and treat me so horribly for years under the guise of love. When I finally realized that I didn’t want to be miserable anymore, I left her and never looked back.

You nodded with empathy, “I get it, I have my fair share of shitty exes. Women were never the problem for me though.” You replenished your own glass before continuing, “The last guy I dated was such a tool. He put me off of men for a while.” You cringed at the thought of him. “I swore them off, told myself that women were better anyways. A woman will know your body better than a man could ever dream of, yanno?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “You’re damn right!” She held her glass up and you clinked yours against it.

A laugh bubbled out of your throat before you continued, “I have to say, Jake proved that sentiment wrong.” You couldn’t help but smile, thinking about your boyfriend. “Nobody has ever made me feel the way he does. I swear to god, he gave me the best orgasm of my life the other day.” You shook your head with a smile, reminiscing on the memory.

“Well shit, aren’t you a lucky girl.” Sage stared at her glass, running her finger along the edge of it. “It’s just so hard to find a man that doesn’t immediately say or do something that gives me the ick. Jake is great, I’d definitely be able to hook up with a guy like him.” Her eyes flicked to you then.

You could stop the question falling off of your tongue, “Do you want to try it?” You kept your gaze on her, sipping your wine.

She let out a quiet giggle, thinking you were joking. “Why? Is Josh available?” When you didn’t mirror her laugh, she drew her brow together in confusion. “Wait, you’re not suggesting-”

You simply nodded your head, biting down on your lip. “I mean, I’ll be there too.” You spoke softly, “You can decline, obviously. But, and this could just be the wine talking, I think it would be fun.”

Sage was silent for a few seconds, chewing on her cheek in contemplation. “So, like a threesome? Would Jake even be into that?” She was warming up to the idea. “I mean, I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

You laughed at her first question, the same one Jake had asked a week ago. “Yeah, and I do, I think he’d love it. Two hot girls, throwing themselves at him.” You joked, earning another giggle from Sage. “You don’t have to have sex with him, you can go at your own pace and I’ll pick up the slack. He’ll be gentle if you decide you want to go further.”

She nodded slowly, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Okay.”

Your smile grew, “Okay?”

The front door opened and Jake came in. “Y/N? I’m home.” He called from the front hall.

“In here, babe!” You called back. Sage’s eyes went wide as she looked in the direction his voice came from and back to you. You reached over, placing your hand over hers in a reassuring gesture, “Are you sure you want to? We don’t have to, I promise this is all in your hands.” You whispered.

Jake came into the living room then, his shirt completely unbuttoned and his belt hanging open. Your eyes fell to his hand, palming his crotch over his jeans. “Baby, can you blow me ple-” He cut his sentence short, dropping his hand when he saw Sage sitting on the couch beside you. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you still had company.”

Sage looked up at him, her cheeks red, and you could see the way she eyed his bare chest. Her eyes flicked back to you and she smiled. The two of you shared a silent, knowing look and Jake caught on to it, but he didn’t say anything. “It’s okay, Jake.” Sage spoke up, looking back at him. “I’ve heard worse, really.”

Jake let out a quiet chuckle and directed his attention back to you. “Uhh, I’m gonna head to bed. Love you.”

You gave him an innocent smile and watched him walk away, “Love you more.”

Once you heard the bedroom click shut, you turned to Sage, “Give me five minutes and then knock on my bedroom door.” You stood from the couch and she grabbed your hand.

“Wait, what am I supposed to do when I come in there?”

“Have you ever sucked dick?” You asked out of genuine curiosity. She shook her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Do you wanna try?”

She tipped her glass, gulping the half full glass and gave an eager nod. Giving her a sly smile, you turned away, walking towards your room.

When you opened the door, you found Jake, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed. He had removed his clothes in preparation for sleep, only his tight, black boxer briefs remaining. Hearing the door shut, he looked up from his phone, greeting you with his beautiful smile. You moved towards the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “C’mere, lover.” You pulled at his arm. He scooted further up the bed, slotting his body between your legs and leaned his back into your chest, his head falling back to rest on your shoulder. Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, working out the day's knots from his muscles. “I missed you so much today. Thought about you a lot.” You trailed your hands down his chest, whispering in his ear.

He hummed at the feeling of your lips against his ear. His own hand rested on your thigh, rubbing faint circles with his thumb. “I missed you too. Just wanted to come home to you, fill that pretty little mouth up.�� He hissed as your teeth nipped his lobe. “Did Sage leave?”

You worked your hands lower, dipping them into the waistband of his boxers and pulling his hardening length out. You didn’t answer his question, just dropped your lips to his neck as you began to slowly stroke him. You held one hand against his chest as he squirmed from your touch, the other steadily working his erection. He almost forgot his inquiry until he heard the soft rapping on the bedroom door.

His head shot up from your shoulder. “She’s still here?!” He whispered in a panic, trying to pull his boxers back up to cover himself.

You tightened your grip and continued stroking at the same slow pace. The door opened and Sage stood in the opening, cheeks and nose red from the wine. You whispered to Jake, “I know you wanted my mouth, baby.” You kept your eyes on Sage as she padded towards the bed, “But will Sage’s mouth do for tonight?” His hand dropped back to your thigh, squeezing as he struggled to hold his head up. Sage kneeled on the bottom of the bed. She licked her lips, watching your hand slide up and down Jake’s cock.

“Can she taste you, baby?” Your voice was silk in his ears and all he could do was give a small nod as his mouth hung open. You let go of Jake, holding your hand out to Sage, “Give me your hand.” She crawled closer, placing her hand in yours. “Just like this, this is how he likes it.” You guided her hand on to him, squeezing her hand around him to show her how tight to hold him. Letting go of her, you watched as she began to stroke him by herself. You dragged your nails over the soft skin of Jake’s tummy. “Does that feel good, Jakey? Her soft hands on you?”

“Shit. Yeah…” His breathing picked up and you nodded to Sage, silently giving her the go ahead. She leaned down, her mouth hovering just over his tip as her hand began to slow to a stop. “Oh fuck.” Jake sighed as she wrapped her lips around, bobbing slowly and taking him inch by inch. She wasn’t taking him very deep and hands came up to grab her hair in an attempt to push her further.

You grabbed his hands, lacing your fingers with his own. “No hands, lover.” Kissing down his jaw, you kept him held against you. “This is her first time, you gotta be gentle.” You let your teeth graze his skin and his hands squeezed yours. “Sage, honey.” She looked up at you through her lashes, her mouth still attached to Jake. “Hollow your cheeks and suck like you’re drinking from a straw.” She took your direction and it drove Jake closer to the edge. The sight before you, Jake writhing in your arms, breathy whimpers falling from his mouth, it had your panties soaked.

“So close.” Jake breathed, turning his face into your neck. “Need more. Please.”

You pulled your hand from his to brush his sweat-drenched hair from his forehead. “I know, baby.” Catching Sage’s attention again, you gave her instructions on how to get him to his release, “Sage, baby, I need you to take one hand and stroke him while you suck, with your other hand, just squeeze his balls so softly. He’ll let you know when he’s gonna cum so you can take your mouth off.” You placed your hand around his throat, adding a bit of pressure with your fingers, “Won’t you, Jakey? You’ll be a good boy and tell us when you’re gonna cum?”

You could’ve sworn you saw his eyes roll into the back of his head, a strangled grunt ripping from his tight throat. “Ye- Yes, I will.” His chest was heaving and you were doing everything to keep him grounded as Sage heeded your advice, picking up the pace with her mouth as her hand worked around the rest of his length. When her free hand finally found his balls, squeezing softly just as you instructed, Jake’s whole body twitched. “FUCK I’m gonna-. I can’t hold it.” He choked out.

Removing your hand from his neck, you held him tight, one hand splayed across his chest and the other calmly rubbing up and down his arm. “Let go, baby. You look so good, falling apart in my arms.” You caught his eyes as he looked up to you, his pupils blown wide. Sage released him from her mouth, her hand picking up the slack. Jake went rigid, his entire body tensed and you sunk your mouth onto his, swallowing up every little sound that poured from his mouth. He finally caved, his seed spilling over Sage’s knuckles and prompting her to stop. She pulled her hand away and you reached down, replacing it with your own hand, “Such a beautiful boy when you cum.” You whispered against his cheek, lazily pumping him until he came down. The room was quiet except for Jake’s ragged breaths. Your eyes flicked to Sage as she stared at him, his body limp over yours. “Are you okay?” You asked her, a hint of concern in your voice.

Slowly, she dragged her eyes up to meet yours. “That was intense.” Her lips were still glistening with saliva as she looked down at her hand, covered in Jake’s release. “I can’t believe I made him do that. That was hot.” Her eyes glimmered as she looked back up at you. “Is it weird that I’m like, kind of wet right now?” She raised her eyebrow.

Jake laughed then, picking his head up to look at her, a sleepy tilt to his lips. “That was definitely something.”

You mimicked his laughter, pushing him off of you as he tucked himself back into his boxers. “But did you have fun?” You looked back and forth between the both of them. “C’mon, we can get you cleaned up in the bathroom.” You said to Sage, waiting for her to stand from the bed and follow you to the door.

She turned back to Jake before exiting the room, her eyes lingering on him as he laid in bed. When he finally looked up to see her staring, she said, “I know I had fun.” Jake offered a lazy smile before rolling over, turning his back to her.

Something about her expression as she stared at him made you feel uneasy, but you quickly pushed the feeling away, chalking it up to the adrenaline buzzing through you from the last 30 minutes.

After Sage straightened herself out in the bathroom, she gathered her things, heading for the door. You said your goodbyes and told her to text you when she made it home, but she stopped at the top of the porch steps. “Was this just a one time thing?” She asked quietly.

“I guess we’ll just have to see.” It was all you offered in return, a smirk crossing your features.

She smiled in return before jogging down the few steps and to her car.

When you crawled into bed, Jake was fast asleep, taking up most of the space. You snuggled in behind him, wrapping your arm around and pressing your lips to his shoulder blade for a few seconds. He stirred slightly, moving his hand to hold yours that rested over his stomach. He’d never admit it, but he loved being the little spoon. You tucked your face against his back, breathing in his natural Jake scent and dozed off, relishing in his warmth.

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thegreatstoryteller · 2 years ago

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The Great Shift: Reunion

The Great Shift is a well known event that had swapped over 90% of the world’s population! However, after the initial fallout and chaos, a few years later people began to acclimate to their lives. Though there were still moments where people were confronted with just how much they’ve changed.

“Ok Ned Nuno. No one is gonna remember you as Ned the know it all. It’s been years. People are mature and have their own lives.” Ned said to himself in the mirror.

The young man looked back at his model like reflection. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it was him. Only a few years ago he was looking at his own bespectacled face with his receding hairline. Sure he’s what some would call cute and charming. He always had a knack for intelligent conversation. After college he embraced his intelligence even more and had the luxury to travel as he got older... but he couldn’t deny that his former body wasn’t turning any heads romantically. They’d haver to notice the 5 foot tall waifish man for that to happen.

But now... that was no longer the case. All those years ago he was traveling at an airport when the Great Shift happened. One moment he was departing his plane, the next he was in a boarding area waiting to be seated!

Needless to say it was a shock. He’d gone from a smaller and dark skinned to a clearly white and very in shape young man! He later found that this guy was named Connor Duval and was just 21 years old at the time! Still in college too. And... well those first few days he certainly had a lot to learn about his new form.

However he couldn’t reminisce any further. He needed to get ready for his school’s 10 year reunion. He wasn’t the same timid nerd that people would pick on. He was braver! He’d seen the world! And wasn’t afraid!

- One ride to the school later -

“Ok. I’m afraid! Jackie! Are you here yet? I know this is the 2nd message I left for you on your phone, but I don’t want to be the only one here I know! You were always my best friend and I’m sorry I’m so nervous and-” Ned was pacing nervously outside of the building he once learned at, waiting to go in with his friend.

“Easy there poindexter. Your bestie is back.” A deep voice says spooking Ned as he jumps.

“J-Jackie?” Ned asks nervously seeing the towering muscular figure beside him.

“In the flesh. I though I told you that I shifted into that big Ukrainian construction worker? I mean all the better for it right? None of your old bullies ever messed with you when you butch lesbian bestie was at your side.” Jackie said with a flex.

“I know. I know. You were always so open and brave with yourself It’s honestly inspiring. I’m sorry i was so shocked. I’m just nervous and it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. I hope your girlfriend is taking it ok.” Ned offers sympathetically.

“Yeah she loves it. She swapped into this bi goddess of a woman and works out with me a lot. Good thing too! I’m still only attracted to women and I have the best one sucking me off every night!” Jackie bragged. Previously her normal crude humor always let out a laugh from Ned, but now Ned trembled a bit as Jackie sounded just like those macho straight guys that bullied him.

“Aren’t you a little under dressed without um... a shirt?” Ned asks.

“Ha! Well you know. I thought about going nude. But I did pack a polo so i can be decent. Aren’t you over dressed Ned?”

“What!? I couldn’t decide what to wear! I just chose one of my body’s outfits that still fits...” Ned blushes in his nice suit. Sure he was a 6 foot tall model with abs, but his indecision in outfits was ever present.

“Neverminded that anymore. Let’s get in there! You’re a tenured professor for Pete’s sake. And I’m a well known LGBT author. We got a lot to talk about.”

Jackie pulled Ned in with his surprising strength and they began to hear the music and mingling. Inside they were given name tags and soon saw the crowds of people that none of them recognized! One of the perks of the shift was that no one was ever mad when they didn’t recognize one another. In this case though Jackie and Ned’s eyes zeroed in on a few key people.

Stacy Skarsgaard was always known as the head cheerleader and total B. Her platinum blond hair and perky breasts getting her through life and landing her a cushy secretary job somewhere in the city, from what Jackie had heard. Now once again, as she was so many other times, she was blasted drunk and taking her top off. Only this time it revealed a powerful dark skinned chest with curly black hairs. Her perfectly shaved face saying, “And like. I”m already on my 4th husband and he totally worships me. Takes care of the kids and still tops me like a champ. Like. I totally see why gay guys do it all the time. I can’t stop. Any more martinis?”

Jackie snorts. “Where was that open mindedness when she tried to get student council to take down the LGBT Support Club? Freaking hypocrite. Their eyes then drifted to three men chest bumping and laughing.

“Are those guys Chad, Thad, and Grad?” Ned asks surprised. “Weren’t they... like the biggest guys on the football team?” Ned recalled the days when those beefy fat bodies would pound through the halls and shove him against lockers.

“Oh yeah. I heard they were working as assistant coaches at some college and ended up swapping with their respective school’s freshman swim team. They... certainly lost a lot of that freshmen 15 that we saw them with in university.” Jackie laughed admiring how they both towered over their former bullies, though Ned once again felt insecure about how much their abs looked better than his. Those three guys kept messing around but in different ways. Instead of belching and arm wrestling they were doing some handstands and showing how flexible they were.

“Ok. Ned. Stop sulking and start catching up. You wanted to prove to yourself you could stand up to your past. Now is your chance. Next person to walk through that door is gonna be a new person you have to say Hi to ok?” Jackie commanded.

Ned gulped and looked at the door nervously and was in awe of who stepped in.

“Paul Bailey?” Ned said astonished. He’d recognize that familiar leather jacket anywhere.... he could still smell it as the closeted athlete wrapped his arms around him all those years ago under the bleachers after a big game. Neither have them had mentioned the night since, but that hadn’t stopped Ned from cherishing that memory.... as well as stalking him occasionally on social media seeing who he swapped with.

Ned hadn’t realized he’d been staring that long as Paul immediately saw him and walked over. “Holy... Ned? Is that you. Wow you sure changed.” The man joked. His voice was different... but still so deep and smooth Ned nearly swooned.

“H-hey Paul. Guess we all have since the switch. You’re um... looking good.” Ned admitted, blushing. He missed his previous heritage that made these embarrassing actions less noticeable with his former darker skin.

“Thanks. I guess I traded in my older pasty body for a new more bronze kind. I wasn’t expecting to swap with an Asian bodybuilder, but hey I was at the airport. Right or wrong place depending who you ask for the shift.”

“Really? I was at the airport too when I shifted. It was kinda funny. I’d been traveling a lot since I got tenure as a professor, but the first thing I did when I shifted was trip. I guess no amount of travelling prepares you for suddenly having size 14 feet.” Ned laughs.

“Really? They do look big... dang. Those are like twice the size of your old ones.” Paul laughs too!

“Y-you remembered me that well?” The nerd felt touched.

“Of course,” Paul replied as it was his turn to blush. “Though hey! I got you beat with these size 17 wide feet. With these heavy muscle I nearly took out an entire cart of luggage.”

The two continued to laugh, comparing bodies, stories, and catching up. Jackie suddenly took her leave to be ogled by all of the female attendants.

Ned and Paul were having a great time walking around, having fun, and enjoying each other’s company.

Ned didn’t know that their bodies had met previously. That Connor was on the way to visit his boyfriend at the time... that miles away their original bodies were holding hands and laughing too... Ned couldn’t know that Paul had also been secretly keeping up with Ned after feeling bad about kissing and never calling...

But there are some things a know it all doesn’t know. Maybe it’ll be fun for him to start learning again. This time with someone both old/new.

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acidh2otoby · 2 years ago

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Resident Evil Sexuality / Identity Headcanons, part 2

Ingrid Hunnigan

Lesbian / Female

Hunnigan is a strong headed lesbian that falls under the more masculine side but still identifies as female

Any time Leon tried to flirt with her in the beginning, she wanted to jab in his face but couldn't because he was in a different location

The only reason Leon stopped was because Hunnigan made the small joke after one of his flirts saying, "I pull more girls than you without all the stupid pick up lines"

Jake Muller

??????

It must be a Wesker thing because Jake confuses me as well

From one point of view I think "There really isn't enough screen time between him and any other character other than Sherry or Chris, who Jake clearly has a rivalry with"

From the other I think "But there's a chance he's queer of some kind"

But I honestly don't know...

Jill Valentine

Lesbian / Non-binary

You cannot tell me that Mx. Valentine is not a lesbian that doesn't identify as a specific gender

Like, c'mon, LOOK AT THEM

That was theirs and Chris' bonding in S.T.A.R.S. was both of them finding out they were attracted to opposite genders and Jill being non-binary

That's why they're both tight with each other because gays protect each other, it's a code

Karl Heisenberg

GAY / Male

If you think Heisenberg is straight, you are fucking mental

The part of his greatest plan of getting his revenge on Mother Miranda(r) that he didn't tell Ethan was trying to win his heart and running away with him, CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

The moment Heisenberg saw Ethan, he thought, "I'mma make this bitch mine"

Leon Kennedy

(I love him and his stupid food-loving ass)

Bisexual / TRANSGENDER (female-to-male)

Leon's bisexuality has a preference, a preference for men, Ada is his only exception otherwise, he'd be gay

He's SO TRANS, it baffles my mind how much transness oozes off of him

Leon's flirting isn't to necessarily gain a female's attraction but more-so just because it boosts his ego just a bit because he knows he's hot

Piers Nivans

GAY / TRANSGENDER (female-to-male)

Riddle me this, Batman... have you, in your entire life, met ANYONE with the name Piers?

Doubt it, Piers rats out his identity faster than a bullet from his sniper

Also, he's SO in love with Chris, it's so fucking obvious

I said it once and I'll say it again, FRIENDS DON'T LOOK AT FRIENDS THE WAY PIERS LOOKS AT CHRIS

Rebecca Chambers

Aroace / Non-binary

I never remember Rebecca ever trying to gain anyone's attraction on purpose and actually kind of avoided it

They had love for people, but never romantic, they looked at Chris like he was a big brother and not a potential boyfriend

They didn't even show any attraction to Billy, who was more than nice to them while my dumbass was wishing I was getting saved by Billy every 20 seconds

Also, Rebecca being non-binary just clicks in my brain a certain way that works for me

Rosemary Winters

Pansexual / Genderfluid

Rose doesn't quite understand why it should matter who you're attracted to and even got into a few arguments about it

Being born from someone that had a virus also fucked up her genes pretty good, they were born female but their puberty process and mental gender never matched

They never blamed their dad for the weirdness of going through puberty but they did find it a bit annoying

Sherry Birkin

Straight / Transgender (male-to-female)

Sherry started her transition really early and didn't even realize what it was until she was in her 20s

It was also William that helped her be comfortable with herself even as a kid, because Annette sure wasn't about to

Leon made sure that she was okay with herself as well whenever he saw her

Sherry was able to twist her words to be able to get surgeries from the government for free, making excuses that missions would be hard if she didn't have the right kind of body

Sheva Alomar

Bisexual / Female

Sheva also has a bisexual preference, she prefers women over men

Not to say there's only one guy keeping her bi but she's threatened past boyfriends with it, makes her laugh every time

She definitely had a crush on both Chris and Jill in the beginning but it calmed down when she had to actually work with them (mainly Chris)

Steve Burnside

(I RAN OUT OF FUCKING PICTURES OF USE IN THIS STORY AND HE'S THE LAST CHARACTER FUCK!!!)

Bisexual / Transgender (female-to-male)

I think we can all agree that there was definitely something queer with Steve in all versions of him

Steve doesn't have a specific preference and is kind of a hopeless romantic

The sad thing about Steve that kinda separates him from the other trans characters here is that he never got a full transition before he died 🥲

Did I ads that part to make people feel sad for him again? Yes I did because I genuinely liked his character

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sierraraeck · 4 years ago

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The Better Kisser

BAU x Bi!Fem!Reader

Emily x Bi!Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: After finding out that you haven’t had very many kissing experiences, the team realizes you’re the perfect candidate to judge who the best kisser on the team is.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: As you may have guessed, lots of kissing.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head that I just needed to write. This is technically an AU where the members of the team are Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, Penelope, Derek, Emily, JJ, Luke, and Tara. Everyone is single.

It was true. You hadn’t kissed very many people. You decided long ago that it wasn’t really in the cards for you, dating and kissing and relationships, that is, so yeah. You weren’t what one would call an ‘experienced kisser.’ Your friends had teased you for it, but you’d always shrugged it off. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

You’d never thought it’d be something to be grateful for either, until tonight.

It’d been a long, hard case, and everyone was dying to get out of the stupid office, and away from those stupid files, so that you could all finally relax, maybe even have some fun. You’d only been with the team for about three months, and it was like an entire whirlwind throwing you this way and that. You also hadn’t gotten to know the team too well either, considering how busy you all constantly were. Your first week on the job, they went out for drinks after a case, but you were so exhausted that you left after the first round.

There hadn’t been time, or energy, since then for the team to spend quality, relaxed time together. That’s why tonight was extra exciting.

“You’re telling me that throughout all of highschool, all of college, you haven’t kissed more than two people?” Derek asked incredulously. You couldn’t fully remember how you’d all gotten onto the subject, except that you had. You were sitting on Garcia’s squishy couch, littered with colorful pillows and all sorts of stuffed animals. Garcia had decided that instead of going out to a bar, you were all going to go over to her place, minus Hotch and Rossi who tapped out early.

You shrugged. “Nope. I had one boyfriend and one drunk kiss, both of which were bad experiences for me. I’ve kind of avoided all of that since then.” You explained, “Plus, when would I have time for that? Between my college studies and getting into the FBI, then BAU, I didn’t really have free time.”

“I mean, sure, I guess,” Derek continued, “but come one. There had to be guys falling at your feet!”

You laughed. “Not all of us have that kind of draw, Derek.” He nudged you, and you nudged him back with a wink.

He was right, though. You were stunning. Even when you just put your hair up and wore sweatpants, there was just something about you. You would probably look good in a trash bag. But men were not just falling at your feet. Even if they were, you wouldn’t notice, putting all of your energy into chasing your dreams instead. You thought that was a very reasonable, and responsible, thing of you to do.

Plus, you’d done the whole boyfriend thing, and weren’t really interested in trying it again. Well, not as interested as you were in trying the whole girlfriend thing. And your first day on the job, a certain badass brunette caught your eye, and was even the first one to make you really feel like part of the team. You were finding it harder and harder to resist her pull.

“Yeah Derek,” JJ chimed in, drawing your attention back to the conversation, “Not all of us can rack up eight phone numbers and five make out sessions in one night.”

“What can I say?” Derek beamed, pride shining in his eyes. “I’m a great kisser.” Emily snorted. When Derek glared at her, she pressed her lips together and looked down. “What?”

“Nothing,” Emily sang, shaking her head with an air of mischief.

“No seriously, what?”

“It’s just that if you read girls half as well as you claim to, you might wonder if that’s always the case.” Derek’s jaw hung open, and Emily smirked at him with unabashed confidence. You stared at her and her piercing eyes, and you couldn’t help but admire how sexy she was when she was confident, smug even.

“Wow, you’re gonna go there?” Derek asked, feigning hurt disbelief, “And how would you know that?”

Again, Emily shrugged and nonchalantly stated, “Because I know how women act when they kiss me. And trust me. They’re actually enjoying themselves.”

Some ‘ooh’s radiated throughout the room, and based on the look Penelope had plastered to her face, things were about to get good.

You watched in amusement as Derek sat up a little straighter, “Is that a challenge?”

“If you want it to be.” Emily’s brows shot up.

“Alright, you’re on,” Derek nodded, determination radiating off of him.

“Well, I don’t know how strong either of your games are,” Luke spoke up, glancing quickly over at Spencer who was just observing the whole encounter, “but I think I could take on both of you.”

“No you could not,” Tara sneered from beside him.

“And you could?” Luke challenged.

Setting her glass down, Tara replied, “Yes.”

You giggled at the thought of the four of them having a kiss-off, just imagining how utterly chaotic that would be due to all of their extraordinarily competitive natures.

“Oh my god, this is going to be so fun!” Penelope squealed. “Now we just have to figure out who’s going to judge!”

“We can’t really use one of us because some people might be biased or recognize the kisser,” Emily casually stated. It took a moment for you to realize what she’d just admitted to. Who on the team has kissed before? But before you could really start thinking about it, you noticed that everyone’s gaze had slowly turned to you.

“What is happening right now?” you questioned, looked between them.

The five of them exchanged excited, knowing looks before training their attention back on you. Then you got it. “Are you serious?”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t kissed one of us!” Derek explained, as if it were obvious.

“You mean…” you trailed off, but again couldn’t complete the thought before someone interrupted.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Penelope promised. “And you seem like you’d be a very neutral judge.”

“Not to mention,” Tara added, “You’re a pretty blank slate since you haven’t really kissed anyone.”

“Don’t worry though, we’ll show you a good time,” Derek assured with a wink.

Heads nodded. You were a bit worried that there would be some hurt feelings by the end of this, but they were all adults, and the appeal to kiss all of them, along with their eager faces, became enough to convince you to say yes.

“Yes!” Derek exclaimed. He looked pointedly at Emily, “It is so on.”

She just rolled her eyes. “Pen, do you have a blindfold?”

“A what?” you asked.

“Well we can’t have you getting biased on us. This has to be strictly about kissing.” Hearing her explain it with such reason hampered your growing nerves a bit. Like you’d said, you hadn’t kissed very many people and you were worried how much better they were going to be at it than you.

You reminded yourself that this was more about them than you, and tried to use that to calm yourself down. You were about to be kissed by some of the most attractive people you’d met. This was definitely not a bad place to be.

While Penelope rummaged through her belongings to get a makeshift blindfold, Luke convinced Spencer to join and JJ decided to participate.

Pretty soon, they had you seated in a chair, another one across from you, waiting for whoever was going to go first, while Emily explained some ground rules. “We are going to go in rounds. We will each kiss her and then after every round, Y/N will eliminate one of us based on the number in the round we kissed her so she doesn’t know who it is. No touching. You can’t use your hands in any way, this has to purely be about the kiss. And kiss however you normally would, no matter what that means for you.”

“No hands?” Spencer questioned. You were still surprised that he’d agreed to join, let alone ask a question like that. Luke gave him an odd look from behind while Emily confirmed the rule.

“Your hands might give away who you are, and again, this is just about the kiss.”

“Alright, alright, let’s just get started,” Derek complained, as Penelope tied the blindfold behind your head.

Now that you couldn’t see, you relied on your hearing to figure out what was happening. You heard some shuffling and disgruntled whispering, then you heard the chair across from you slide across the floor toward you. You waited anxiously as the person leaned in and pressed their lips to yours.

Their lips were plush and soft, but the kiss seemed a little too forced. It was a bit excited and you could feel their smile as they started pulling away. It was a pretty good kiss, definitely better than your previous two, despite the fact that it only lasted a few seconds. You couldn’t help but try and guess who it was, thinking it was either Penelope or Tara.

The next person who sat down completely blew the person before them out of the water. It was a much longer kiss and the person even swiped their tongue across your bottom lip for entry. You weren’t really thinking as you gave them access, the heat in your body starting to rise. You just hoped that your face wasn’t giving any of that heat away, so you were almost grateful that the person pulled away.

There was a bout of silence, which made you feel a little awkward, but soon enough, you heard the cushion squish down across from you. Their knee knocked yours, as you assumed they crossed their legs. Being a profiler, you were very used to picking up on body language with your eyes, making it kind of fun to try and pick up those same behavioral cues with all of your other senses. This person, you could tell, was very hesitant. You couldn’t say you were surprised when the person really only pecked you on the lips.

Number four in the line up started out pretty good, but you felt them start shaking or something halfway through. You quickly realized that they were laughing and you pulled back. You couldn’t help but smile when you asked, “Why are you laughing?”

Up until then, they had laughed pretty silently, but once you called them out, they just full out chuckled. “I’m sorry!” Tara unapologetically said through more laughs. “I couldn’t help it. I blame Luke.”

You laughed with her as you playfully shook your head. “You were doing so well up until then!”

“I know!” she agreed.

“I guess this means you’re out?” you half questioned.

Tara gave an over dramatic sigh, but you could hear the smile in her voice as she stated, “I guess so.” As she walked away, Luke gave a small ‘ow,’ and you assumed she’d hit him. You wondered what about this was Luke’s fault? Had he said something to her?

Either way, someone took her spot across from you. They wasted no time leaning in and putting their lips on yours. The kiss started out slow and gentle, like they were easing you into it. But gradually, as you both became more used to the other, it picked up pace, your mouths starting to move in sync. It felt like all of their energy was focused on you and exploring your mouth with their tongue. It was by far the most passionate kiss you’d experienced, and you tried to hide the pout from your face as they pulled back, chasing their lips for only a second before remembering there was an audience, and a competition.

Person number six was … good. You couldn’t really describe it. They used, what now seemed to you to be, a medium amount of tongue, for a medium amount of time. It was a good kiss, you weren’t saying it wasn’t, it just didn’t have any quirk or something unique that stood out. It was just … good. You knew Tara was out, so you tried to guess who that person could be. You thought maybe JJ, or possibly Luke, but you couldn’t be sure.

The final person who kissed you was intense. They had plump, captivating lips, but the way they kissed verged on overwhelming. They were also a little sloppy in their movements, and it was like you could tell they weren’t fully invested. Distracted, maybe? Again, not bad, but nothing like some of the other kissers.

The air was hot and heavy as Emily spoke up. “Okay, we’ve all gone. You know Tara is out, she was number four, so who else from this round would you eliminate?”

You pretended to think about it, even though it actually wasn’t that hard to pick. “I think it was person number three.” The person who just sort of pecked me, you thought, but didn’t say.

The players were now down to five, and they went in the same order as they had before, minus person number three, who you guessed was Spencer, and Tara.

This round made you even more confused about who was who than the round before. The excited one you guessed was either Luke or Penelope, the intimate one you thought was Derek, the passionate one you thought was either Luke or Emily, the average one you thought was JJ, and the sloppy, intense one you had no idea about.

By the end of that round, you eliminated person number one, the overly excited, verging on too hard kisser.

The next round was a no brainer. The intimate kisser, Derek you thought, upped his game. He kissed you for longer, used a bit more tongue, but was still somehow gentle. If you thought he’d upped his game, you weren’t prepared for person number two. They also upped their game, keeping your mouths molded together for longer than before, something you were more than happy about. You couldn’t quite place exactly what it was about their kiss, maybe that it seemed so perfectly balanced, incorporated the perfect amount of everything, or something else, but they were absolutely magnetic. It sent electric waves through your body, making you feel a little tingly. You felt sort of bad for the average kisser, most likely JJ, because they had to follow that up. And finally the sloppy kisser, who you still couldn’t place. They didn’t up their game at all. If anything, they felt more distracted by the minute, and pulled away earlier than the rest.

“Person number four,” you stated when Tara asked who was getting eliminated.

It was now down to three; the intimate kisser, you predicted Derek, the passionate kisser, either Luke or Emily, and the average kisser, probably JJ.

There was some shuffling, a faint whispering, a small ‘ow,’ and then Tara spoke up again. “Now that there are only three left, as long as you are okay with it, they want to use their hands.”

You tried to downplay the excitement you were feeling with this new rule, but you were sure their trained ears could hear it in the way you said, “Yes, that’s good with me.”

The seat across from you suddenly became occupied, but before anything could happen, Tara quickly jumped in. “Wait. Y/N, you can’t use your hands.” When you pouted a little, she explained, “Well if you did, you’d definitely know who is who, so…”

You sighed, but agreed, waiting in anticipation for the person across from you to touch you.

It started soft, their long fingers brushing over your cheeks as they leaned in. Soon enough, though, the entirety of their hands were firmly cupping your face and pulling you ridiculously close, close enough to feel some of their body heat. It was intimate, and again made you feel like the most important person to whoever those lips and hands belonged to. You rubbed your thumb into your palm, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch them, but you knew you couldn’t. Your sole focus was on them, them on you, and you had to say it was one of the best kisses of the night.

That person made you feel like the most important person in the world, but the next person kissed you like you were the only person in the world. They started out by tucking your hair behind your ear, then slowly sliding their fingers back into the loose strands. As they started to kiss you, they moved their other hand behind your head, cradling the back of your neck. The person before them had captured your focus, but this person erased any thoughts your mind was capable of forming. You couldn’t think about anything other than the way their tongue moved against yours, and the shiver they sent down your spine as one of their hands traveled the length of it, coming to rest just above your hip, strong, confident fingers pulling you closer. It was a moment you never wanted to end, and one that left you in a cold shock when it eventually did.

You almost didn’t even want the last person to kiss you because of how you knew it would never come close to what you’d just experienced, but a competition was a competition. The third person kissed you similarly to how they’d done before, good but nothing special, their hands resting comfortably on your hips.

When it was all over, you asked, “Can I take off the blindfold now? I know who the winner is.”

“Sure, but announce who first,” Tara suggested.

“Okay,” you agreed. “The third person got third, the first person got second, and the second person was the winner. Can I take the blindfold off now?” you asked again. You were eager to find out who was who. When you didn’t get an immediate response warning you not to, you stood up and quickly ripped it off to quite the amusing sight. Spencer looked as bright as a cherry, Penelope looked shocked but proud, Tara was smirking, Luke’s eyes were the size of beach balls, JJ looked indifferent, Emily was smirking, and Derek looked like he’d just been shot. “So are you going to tell me who was who?”

Without answering, Emily took two large strides toward you and placed her lips back on yours. One of her hands slid back into your hair while the other rested above your waist, and you smiled into the kiss. Of course it was you, you thought. When she pulled away, you were both smiling like idiots, and she gave you a single eyebrow raise as you both turned to look at Derek.

“I got third?” he asked, still in a state of bewilderment.

“What?” you asked, just as shocked as he was. “I thought you got second.”

Emily snorted. “You thought Spencer was Derek?”

What?! You spun to face Spencer, the person you were sure got out the first round, and he was still blushing like he’d been out in the sun for far too long. “You took second?” He nodded nervously. You beamed at him, causing him to return a shy smile, then look down at his fiddling hands. “You’re a really good kisser,” you complimented.

Derek repeated, “I took third? Emily, I guess I kinda get,” she rolled her eyes at that, “but Pretty Boy?”

You shrugged, and Luke jumped in, though not nearly as harsh as Derek had been. “Yeah, I took fourth, but Spencer got second?”

You offered him a cheeky smile, remembering how distracted he felt while kissing you, and the not-so-subtle glances he constantly made at Spencer all the time. You took the opportunity to encourage whatever was going on there. “He did. Like I said, he’s a good kisser. Very intimate, like I was the only one on his mind. You should try kissing him sometime. Might help you feel less distracted.” You winked and Spencer looked like he wanted to evaporate. Luke, on the other hand, was just staring at Spencer, and you could see the gears spinning in his head. He finally mumbled a ‘what the hell’ before pulling Spencer to him by the back of his neck. Spencer seemed immediately surprised, but recovered quite quickly, no hesitation to his movements after the initial shock. They kissed each other probably exactly how they’d just kissed you, Spencer’s hands cupping Luke’s face, Luke’s hands resting on the back of Spencer’s neck and lower back. Although, you’d have to say that Luke looked a bit more focused than he’d been with you. You laughed while some of the other members hooted. This was something that’d been a long time coming.

When they pulled away, Luke nodded. “Y/N, I definitely agree with you.”

Spencer smiled, and playfully nudged Luke as he said, “Y/N, I also agree with you.”

“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, but he was smiling the brightest he had in a while.

Derek was still a mess, not enjoying the moment as much as he usually would’ve, and asked, “What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured, “You’re a good kisser, but there’s just nothing too special about it. It’s kinda just…”

Emily and Derek looked at you expectantly before Emily got it. “Wait. Are you calling him average?”

She looked way too excited for the occasion, but she was right. He was just kinda average. You nonchalantly admitted, “I guess.”

Derek let his hands fall to his sides with a slap, his mouth still hanging open. Emily’s lips curled up into a sly smile as she placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Not everyone can be as good as me.” He shrugged her hand off his shoulder, and she held out her hand. Derek reached into his back pocket producing his wallet, and grudgingly slapped a crumpled $20 into her open palm. You gawked at them, not realizing that they’d placed a bet on their skills.

Emily returned to your side, closer than she’d really ever stood to you before, and gave you a smile that seemed on the shyer side for her, biting her lip as she peered at you through her lashes. You mirrored her shy smile, pressing your lips together as heat quickly spread to your cheeks. You turned back to the rest of the conversation that demanded your attention, people wanting to know why you eliminated them. But you couldn’t help glancing over at Emily every now and then, and couldn’t hide your joy when you saw that she was gazing back.

Who knows? Maybe that night was going to be the start of two great relationships in the BAU.

@90spumkin

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cherrybombfangirlwrites · 3 years ago

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Hii, happy blorbo blursday!! Also, I saw you’d be travelling so safe travels!!

Anyway, I’m here to ask about Jason from The City Is Ours. I know he’s just here to be bashed, which is amazing, so go off on him and why he sucks :)

Happy Blorbosday! Ask and you shall receive.... Here's a bulleted list of all the reasons off the top of my head why Jason sucks and doesn't deserve jack shit :)

He thinks he's special and is entitled to everything he wants because he's a textbook straight white good looking guy and his daddy has a lot of money

he only uses his powers for attention and to get what he wants

he's actually good looking to a lot of people and he knows this and uses it to exploit anyone who may be attracted to him

Bulldozes through people's boundaries without a care in the world, "boundaries are for sissies"

bigoted piece of shit in all of the departments. he acts like an ally and says all of the right things, but he's not going to back up any queer, poor, POC, disabled, etc person ever and will ghost them at the slightest hint of conflict

objectifies girls to hell and back (and then throws a hissy fit when women capitalize on that and use it to their advantage)

he also calls all girls pick-me girls. doesn't matter what the girl does or who she is, he will find something about her to "call out" and say she's attention seeking

(Gabby drags him and calls him out on multiple occasions for this specifically)

he's that dude who will tell people that he's bi for attention, but in the same breath says he would never date a guy because that's gross

knows full well what capitalism does and fully supports it

can and will call you any and all of the slurs when there's no cameras or reporters in earshot

a really toxic atheist who frequently shoves it in everyone's face and thinks anyone who is part of a religion is stupid for believing that

doesn't care about anyone except for himself. if he's being nice to you, it's because you have something he wants or he's using you

really good at acting nice and well meaning so that everyone loves him. deceptively charismatic and charming

will say and do anything for attention

passive aggressive in the most annoying way possible

expects everyone to like him and when they don't he says they're toxic

projects all of his problems onto everyone around him

total asshole to everyone that's not exactly like him (rich, white, straight, etc)

uses the "I'm having a really hard time plz be nice to me it's not my fault 🥺" excuse for everything

he's just like tony stark (tony stans do us both a favor and block me now)

Thanks for the ask @friendlyneighborhood-writer !

#blorbosday #blorbo blursday #blorbo blursday ask #writeblr #creative writing #writing #writing community #oc: jason #wip: the city is ours #toxic character #tw toxic behavior #tw narcissist #tw discrimination ment #tw slur ment #tw mysoginy #eat the rich #ask #asks #answered ask

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kscriba · 2 years ago

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"Did you knock them out of the water?"

"Yep. One big cannonball and they were blown away." Harriet pulls on her seatbelt and picks up the phone Ty hands her. "What's this?"

"A video for you to watch. Harper wants to talk to you privately, too, but she figured her words would have more credence if she did this first."

The video is four minutes long, the thumbnail showing Harper and Masami in a seated embrace. The title is, "The Truth."

The video starts out with Harper, alone at her desk.

"Hi, everyone. I know with a title like this, everyone's going to click on it and think it's a joke. It's not. I have something I need to share with all of you. I've been lying to everyone.

"Ty and I are not a real couple. We spend time together, and go to events together, but we're not in love. We never have been. We got together as a strategic tactic. For Ty, he was tired of the reputation as a playboy. For me, I was attracted to his status. And this past year, this worked out for both of us. My follower count skyrocketed, I was being invited to events I never even dreamed up. As for Ty? He and his family stopped getting harassed on the streets. He was able to finish his degree without being accosted by women in the hallways. That's all he ever wanted—peace, and privacy.

"But things changed. Ty fell in love with someone. Someone I care about. Someone I've hurt through my actions. Someone I want to say I'm sorry to. And that's not all.

"You see, another reason I started this fake relationship, even though I didn't know this at the time, is because… There's someone I'm in love with. And I worried about the reactions of my long-time fans and followers. People started making suggestions, writing long blog posts explaining how the two of us were involved. And I panicked. I wasn't ready for the world to know about something I hadn't even figured out yet.

"For the longest time, I've been in love with Masami. But it wasn't until after I was in a relationship with Ty that she developed feelings for me. At that point, things were already working out so well for me. So I wanted to have my cake and eat it too.

"But that ends now. If you followed me because you were interested in my relationship with Ty… I'm sorry. I understand if I get mass-unfollowed. But my life isn't as perfect as I make it out to be. Even with the 24/7 streaming, there are things I hide. But I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to make the people I love do that anymore.

"I want to be selfish and ask for two more things. The first is that you respect Ty's privacy. It's all he's ever wanted. If he decides to make a public statement on this, that's his choice. But I'm making this statement with his consent.

"Finally, please don't badger me about my orientation, or call me your lesbian or bi queen or icon or anything like that. All I know is that Masami is the only person I've ever been attracted to or want to be with. I don't want to think about labels, or having to be a good representation of a certain community."

"But feel free to call me your lesbian queen!" Masami laughs, poking her head in the frame. "Sorry, I got all emotional watching that. I love you—!" The video cuts off as Masami tackles Harper with a hug, their smiles squished together.

Harriet stares at the screen until the phone turns off. "It was more of an explanation than an apology, but it's a start. You wrote most of it, didn't you?"

"Some of it," Ty says, eyes on the road.

"Mhm? You wrote the line—let's see, what was it? Oh, right, the girl Ty fell in love with."

"Actually, it was Ty fell in love with someone. No mention of a girl. Could be a man for all you know."

"Are you going to tell me you love me, or do I just have to hear it secondhand from Harper?"

"Oh, you mean the way I heard that you love me?" He pulls into a parking spot and nods towards the restaurant. "Let's go. You can tell me all about how much you love me later."

#ts4 #the sims 4 #the sims #sims 4 #sims #hatty #harriet #tyrone

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justnerdthings · 4 years ago

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Frigid Heart Ch. 3

F!reader x Bi-Han

You meet the girls!

@miss-nori85 @whitelotusfighter @icy-spicy@crazytxgradstudent @d-taslim @bihansthot @legends-of-apex @lillikue @missroro

Lily huffed as her Master just sat there with one of his many concubines on his lap. His hand was resting between her thighs, enjoying the company. He was teasing the poor girl. Rose--this particular concubine--had looked to Lily with a devilish grin. Rose knew what she was doing, and she did it well. Lily was too old to bear any more of the Grandmaster’s children. Lily had heard the rumors, of course she did. But that’s all they were: rumors. The Grandmaster would never replace Lily. Lily simply rolled her eyes at the girl. Lily had been here longer. Lily had seen concubines come and go. Rose would be tossed aside just as the others.

“Did you not hear me?” Lily spoke up.

The Grandmaster sighed and rested his lips in the crook of Rose’s neck for a second before lifting his head and looking over to his oldest, and most loyal concubine. “Yes, Lily. I did. Must you bother me with this now?”

“He handed her a blade! A Lin Kuei blade!” Lily shouted.

“I heard you, dearest,” He’d said again.

“It doesn’t bother you?!”

“It is hardly the first time a servant has wielded such a weapon…” His eyes stared into her own. Lily straightened.

“This is different. The girl is obviously not loyal to the Lin Kuei.”

“I’m sure Sub-Zero knows what he is doing,” he said, turning his attention back to Rose. The young woman gasped as his hand slipped higher between her thighs. He chuckled at her reaction.

Lily watched as Rose squirmed on the Grandmaster’s lap. “And if this girl decides to kill Sub-Zero?”

He broke a kiss with Rose. “Fine,” he sighed. Obviously Lily wasn’t going to let it go. “Have someone keep an eye on her. If she does anything suspicious, dispose of her.”

Lily let a breath go.

“Does that please you, dearest?” He looked back over to Lily.

She bowed her head gratefully. “Yes, my love.”

“Good. Now, go tell the guards to keep the doors closed.” He grinned to Lily, then turned his attention back to a mewling Rose. Even in his old age, he could make his girls beg.

Your hand shook as you dabbed at Bi-Han’s cheek. His skin was so cold… He was sitting at the table, head tilted back for you. He seemed relaxed, but you… You were still convinced he was about to cut your hand off for what you did.

His eyes opened when he felt the cloth tremble over the cut. His brown eyes shifted to your terrified face. Bi-Han didn’t react to it for a moment, he just let you work through your fear. But when it was evident that you weren’t going to stop shaking, he decided to speak up.

“Your hand is shaking,” he told you.

You swallowed a lump in your throat and tried to fight your trembling, but it was no use. “Yes. My apologies, Master,” You answered sheepishly.

“Your old masters beat you, didn’t they?” He said it so easy, as if it was a common occurrence. You supposed it was. It certainly was back home--your former home. You nodded as you looked away and rinsed the cloth in a bowl of hot water. “A shame,” he said.

A shame? Your brows knotted at the idea of him thinking so. A Master who didn’t beat their servant?

“You have the heart of a warrior. You should be treated as one.”

Your eyes snapped over to his face. His eyes had closed again. Your heart skipped a beat. He was teasing you. He had to be. You mentally shook your head as you wiped the blood from his cheek. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you said timidly. “I’m just a servant.”

His lips pulled into a smirk. “Just a servant…” He tried to nod, but you gripped his chin to keep his head still as you finished cleaning his cheek. He chuckled at being denied his own movement, but didn’t fight you.

You picked up the readied needle and thread from a bowl of baiju. At least your hand had stopped shaking.

He didn’t even flinch as you pushed the needle through his skin. Bi-Han seemed to not even feel it as you went about stitching his wound closed. Bi-Han had opened his eyes to watch your face--To watch how closely you watched your own hand. You had such unwavering focus. He was sure you hadn’t noticed him watching you. Your cheeks hadn’t flushed that shade of red yet. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing.

He did not need you to stitch his cheek. He could have taken care of that himself with a bit of ice. But you caring for it was more interesting. What would you do? Would you simply tend to the wound, or would you try and kill him? He wouldn’t have blamed you for attempting to kill him. He did lead an attack on your village. And he had captured you. He was sure he deserved at least death for what he’d done to you… And yet, you didn’t make any effort to end his life. Even when you fought him earlier, he'd noticed that you were holding back, scared to hurt him. And when you did? You’d cowered like a dog.

Bi-Han grinned suddenly at the thought. That caught your attention, only because it caused his cheek to move. Your brows knotted at his grin. Your eyes shifted up to his. You caught his brown eyes with your own. Your face grew hot. “What?...” You asked, hand starting to shake again. Did you do something wrong? Did you hurt him again?

It seemed all he had to do was look at you to get you to shake. He couldn’t help but laugh. You froze and looked away. “Finish up and go back to doing laundry,” he told you, grin still stretched across his face. Your jaw stiffened as you looked back to his cheek and continued stitching it.

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You were sore the next day. Fighting your new Master had strained your muscles. He’d had you at it all day. And today, chores were slow going.

A knock at the door caught your attention. You made your way to it and cracked the door open just enough to peek out.

Tundra.

You straightened and sucked in a sharp breath before pulling the door completely open and bowing your head to your Master’s brother.

Tundra looked you over for a moment, noticing a few new scars on your face as your head came back up. From yesterday, no doubt. No matter. “Is he up?” Tundra asked.

You nodded and stepped aside for him. “The kitchen,” you answered. “Please,” You gestured for him to go on ahead. He walked right past you, and you were surprised to see a woman about your age follow him in.

Tundra’s own servant, no doubt. You offered her a warm smile, which she kindly returned.

“My name is Snowflake,” she said. Snowflake was a pretty young woman. Her clothes were very clean… pristine. Her skin was flawless. You wondered what kind of girl she was… Servant? Comfort Woman?

You almost introduced yourself with the name your parents had gave you, but caught yourself. Bi-Han still hadn’t given you a name. “I… haven’t been given a name.” Yet, hopefully.

Snowflake frowned, she pulled her hands from her sleeves and took yours gently. Even her hands were flawless. She was no servant. She couldn’t be. It didn’t look like she’d ever worked a day in her life. Comfort Woman. She must have been. “I’m sure he’ll think of one soon enough.”

Snowflake let go of your hands and turned to close the door. You could hear Kuai and Bi-Han talking in the kitchen. She turned back to you. “How have you been adjusting?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. All things considered, you were fine. Despite yesterday’s fighting, you were generally left alone. Things could definitely be worse. “I’m… well enough.”

Her smile grew. “That’s good.” She looked around. “You did a nice job cleaning his mess.”

Your brows knotted. “You knew about it?”

She hid a laugh behind her sleeve. “Oh. Yes. I’ve been asked to clean his mess quite a few times.”

“You?” You looked at her in disbelief. It was hard to picture her working. “But you… You don’t look like that type of servant.”

“Oh?” She beamed with the compliment. “Thank you. I try to keep myself as beautiful as I can manage. It makes things easier.”

So, Lily was right. The attractive girls did have it easier here. “How do you manage that?”

You’d never taken much care in your appearance. Your old masters didn’t mention it. They seemed pleased with you as you were… but now you were curious. Lily did say you were gifted with beauty…

“Oh! No one must have told you!” Snowflake clasped her hands in excitement. “The hot springs!”

You blinked at her. “Hot… springs?”

“Yes!”

“What are hot springs?”

Snowflake looked at you, dumbfounded. “You’d never been to a hot spring?”

You shook your head.

She gasped and took your hand, leading you to the kitchen where the two brothers were discussing a coming mission. When they looked up at the two of you, she bowed her head. You as well.

“Master, may I take her to the hot spring?” She asked Kuai. He lifted a brow, then looked to his brother. Bi-Han looked from Kuai, to Snowflake, then finally to your red face as you fought off the embarrassment of Snowflake asking to take you elsewhere.

“Are you finished around here?” Bi-Han asked.

You shook your head. You caught Snowflake frown out the corner of your eye. “No, Master. I still have things to do.”

Bi-Han looked to Snowflake. “Bring her back before dinner. She’ll have plenty of time to finish.”

Snowflake beamed again. She bowed her head gratefully, then looked to Kuai. “Master?”

Kuai nodded with a grin and waved her off. It’d give the two brothers some privacy to discuss the mission anyway.

With another pull, you were being led through the cabin and out the front door. “You’re going to love it!” She told you as she hurried you through the courtyard.

Not far from the village there was a small hill with a wide trail and stairs leading up. Guards were posted along the way. They watched you and Snowflake, but she paid them no mind as she led you up the stairs. At the top sat a large, single level wooden building. Steam was escaping through the door. She pulled you right in.

Humid heat hit you like a stone wall. The building’s walls surrounded pools of hot water that bubbled from the ground. There were already other women enjoying the springs, and one group in particular perked up when they noticed Snowflake. She smiled to them as she pulled you over to them.

“Snowflake! Who’s your new friend?” One asked as she moved to the edge of the pool.

“This is Sub-Zero’s new servant,” Snowflake introduced you.

The group collectively gasped and you suddenly felt on the spot, like something more important than you were.

“Oooh! How is he?!” one asked.

“Um…” You weren’t sure how to answer that. Snowflake had finally let go of your hand and began slipping out of her hanfu. You glanced to a guard not far from you, who didn’t bother to hide his wandering eyes.

“Come in! The water’s so hot!” Another said. You watched as Snowflake stepped in, then looked back at you with a smile.

This was different. This was very different from what you were used to. There were bathhouses in your old clan’s village, but nothing like this… nothing so… open.

Snowflake frowned as you just stood there. “It’s alright.” She then caught you glancing to the guard. “Oh. Don’t worry about him. He can’t touch us.”

Your brows knotted.

Another spoke up. “They’re forbidden to.”

“Unless the servant is theirs.” A third one added.

Well… if that was the case. You cautiously slipped out of your hanfu and folded it neatly, putting it aside before you climbed down into the water.

You gasped. The water really was hot! It didn’t burn, but your chilled skin broke into goosebumps as you slowly sunk down. The water came up to your chest.

“See? It’s nice.” Snowflake told you and you nodded timidly, staying close to the edge.

“So what’s he like?” that one servant asked again. “He’s never had a servant before.”

“He’s… fine. I guess,” You answered.

“Did he give you a name yet?” another asked.

You shook your head.

Some pouted. Some smiled.

“I’m Margita,” One introduced. And like the others, she was beautiful. She had blue eyes and brown hair. She obviously wasn’t from around here. “I’m Smoke’s.”

Smoke. You remembered the man Bi-Han had called Smoke while you were being brought to the village. But you really didn’t have a face to go with the armor. Only his eyes had been visible… You actually didn’t know what any of them looked like except for Bi-Han and Kuai. But Smoke… He was the one in the black armor. You nodded.

“I’m Suki,” another spoke. She had tanned skin and a rather impressive bust. “I’m one of Sektor’s.” You nodded. You knew that name too.

“Cho,” The one next to her said. “Sektor’s.” She was getting her hair braided and weaved with red flowers. She also had a noticeable bust. Sektor seemed to have a preference.

The one braiding Cho’s hair smiled over to you. She had the darkest skin you’d ever seen. It was beautiful. “My name is Thema. I’m Cyrax’s.” You knew the name Cyrax too. He also had dark skin. You’d seen it around his eyes and on his arms. You nodded.

And last but not least, Snowflake. She smiled to you. “Welcome to the family,” She joked.

“Hardly a family,” Cho said, picking at her nails.

“Well, her and Snowflake are almost related,” Suki reasoned. “Their Masters are brothers.”

Cho gave a small agreeing nod.

“So what type of girl are you?” Margita asked you curiously. Suddenly all eyes were on you again.

“Oh… Um… Just a servant. I think,” you answered. You weren’t really sure what Bi-Han had planned for you.

Cho frowned, but Suki swatted at her. They argued in a language you weren’t familiar enough with to understand.

“Don’t mind them. They fight about everything,” Thema said with a roll of her eyes. She finished Cho’s braid and draped it over her shoulder. Cho smiled as she lifted it to admire it.

“What language is that?” you asked.

“Japanese,” Suki answered. “We were bought from our parents when Sektor was in Japan for a mission.”

“You two… were bought?” You asked in disbelief.

“Mhm,” Suki nodded.

“Our parents were poor. They sold us to afford live stock for their farm,” Cho added, then shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“How long have you two been here?” You asked.

“Seven years,” Suki answered.

“Were… were all of you bought?” You asked, looking to the other three.

They shook their heads.

“My father gave me to Cyrax,” Thema said. “After he killed my father’s rival.”

“Smoke saved me from being executed,” Margita said.

“Executed?” You asked.

“I was caught stealing in my home village,” Margita told you.

“Oh.” Your brows knotted at her before you looked to Snowflake. She was relaxing back in the water.

“I was born here,” she told you. “I’m not sure who my parents are. I was raised in the palace.”

“Probably some lowly assassin,” Cho said, earning an agreeing nod from Suki.

Snowflake shrugged. She didn’t seem bothered by it.

“What about you?” Margita asked you.

“Sub-Zero captured me in my village. I was a servant in the Snow Ninja clan,” you answered.

“So that’s where you learned to fight,” Snowflake thought aloud.

You looked to her.

“Wait, that was you?!” Margita asked in disbelief. “I heard a servant had been fighting with Sub-Zero.”

The others now gave you their full attention again.

Your face turned red. “Oh. No. No. It’s not what you think,” you tried to defend yourself. “He asked me to.”

“He did?” Thema asked.

“And she’s good too!” Snowflake declared, much to your dismay. “He handed her a sword and they fought. And she ended up cutting his cheek!”

Oh, god, Snowflake, please shut up, you thought frantically and sunk down into the water in a futile attempt to hide away.

“You did?!” Margita asked, horrified. “How… How are you alive?”

You groaned as you sunk deeper, letting the water go over your head. Snowflake was grinning.

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A Place To Call Home: Dads

Summary: When the reader gets an offer to make some money on the side, things quickly evolve to Jensen learning about where some of the reader and TJ’s money has been going, namely TJ’s father. Jensen offers to help out but discovers that Rick might be up to something...

Masterlist

Square: A Place To Call Home

Pairing: Jensen x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 7,600ish

Warnings: language, angst (so much family angst), minor injury

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo. This part takes place after the Halloween timestamp. Enjoy!

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“Thank you, Barry,” you said as he left the office at the brewery. Your head was still up when your dad slipped inside and he shut the door. “What’s up?”

“There’s a talent scout out in the draft room,” he said.

“Fascinating,” you said, going back to reading over a contract with a new distributor.

“Y/N they’re here to see you.” You turned in your seat and stared at him, breaking out into a giggle. “I’m serious.”

“This is by far your worst prank yet.”

“You modeled some of the new merch last week? He’s here for you,” he said.

“To what, model?” you scoffed. “No thank you.”

“Well can you go tell him that because he was insisting on hearing it from you,” he said. You sighed and walked out front, a guy in a suit with no tie on sipping from a glass. He smiled when he saw your dad behind you.

“Ms. Ackles,” he said, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s Mrs. Hanover,” you said with a friendly enough smile.

“You’re clearly used to some hard negotiations.”

“I’m tougher than I look Mr…”

“Elbridge but please call me Dan.”

“What can I do for you today, Dan?” you asked. He walked out to a quieter spot by the railing, settling at one ot the standing tables.

“I work for a talent agency, Mrs. Hanover. We’ve worked with your father a few times when he was starting out,” he said, your dad giving a nod. “We’ve seen your modeling pictures and we’re very interested in you doing a shoot.”

“I appreciate the offer but my answer is no. I’m not a model or an actress or any of the things my parents are besides someone invested in this brewery,” you said.

“She is a tough cookie,” he said as he looked at your dad. “I’m assuming you told her nothing I told you.”

“You gotta sell it on your own,” he said.

“Y/N, we’d like you to be in a commercial with some other women. An underwear commercial.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s a commercial for inclusivity for people with differences,” he said.

“He means the scar on your back, Y/N. From the accident,” said your dad.

“You’re exactly the kind of person we want included in the line. There’ll be a photo run of things too and-“

“Why exactly do you know I have a scar on my back?”

“Your Instagram. I assumed it was public knowledge.”

“Okay but it’s not even that big. Like it blends in. I’m boring. Get like, an amputee or a burn survivor. That’s inclusive. I’m average.”

“We have a vast array of women in the line including those types and all kinds of body types. But you’re...a brand name we could put to the project.”

“Brand name,” you said. He hummed and you laughed. “My dad? That’s a brand name, not me. Throw him in some underwear and I’m sure you’ll get all the attention you want.”

“Well we want you,” he said. He pulled out a business card and handed it over. “Our initial offer is on the back but we’re open to negotiations. Call us if you think you might be interested. Oh and the beer’s great.”

“Thanks,” you said, looking over the card. The guy had wandered off by the time you flipped it over.

“I told him you wouldn’t be interested,” said your dad, sipping from his bottle of water. You blinked at the card, your dad raising an eyebrow. “You’re not considering it are you?”

“Dad,” you said. You flipped the card around and showed it to him, water spitting out of his mouth.

“Hey, Dan,” he said, rushing back and waving him over. Dan smiled as he walked back, drink in his hand.

“I thought that’d-” said Dan before your dad got in his face. “Is there a problem?”

“What are you up to,” he said.

“Dad.”

“Y/N no one gets offered that much money off the street. No one. So I’m gonna ask again. What are you up to?”

“It’s for a package deal. A photo shoot. A commercial. Ad sponsorship for three months bi-weekly on her social media accounts. We’d also like her to design the set for the commercial. There’s a time crunch of next week so we felt a hundred was a fair offer for that amount of work on short notice,” said Dan. “If she were simply modeling, we’d offer her twenty five but this is our biggest line of the year. You are more than welcome to come along every step of the way.”

“Dan I really do appreciate the offer but I’m not a model. I don’t even remember the last time I wore makeup. I will happily design a set and build if you like and maybe I can do the ad thing but I’m not a model like my parents. Can I talk to my dad for a second?”

He nodded and walked off a ways, your dad sighing.

“Maybe mom could do it or something? She’s done that stuff before,” you said.

“I’m not gonna tell you what to do. Go for the set design for sure. You’re good at it and I know you get to break back into your architecture skills for that. But the rest...once you get on that train you can’t get off.”

“Dad, people already know who I am. I have like...an obnoxious number of followers on my accounts and stuff. My most popular posts? Always about you. I’ve never been in the shadows.”

“I know but that’s different than you doing these things. If you start taking pictures in underwear, you’re gonna attract at least a few weirdos and most of them are harmless but maybe some aren’t and there is a reason that Uncle Cliff still hangs out with me at certain times.”

“It’s a hundred thousand dollars. TJ and I could pay off the lawyer fees for Allie’s adoption finally,” you said. “We could get our mortgage payment down.”

“You’ve never cared about money,” he said. You pursed your lips and he narrowed his eyes. “Are things tight?”

“Dad.”

“Are they?”

“I don’t ask about your finances.”

“I sat down with both you and TJ when you bought the house and even with the renovation costs, your monthly payment was very affordable. Allie’s adoption should have been paid off months ago.”

“Do you stalk our spending now or what?” you shot back.

“Well you haven’t bought a new car or any big expenses. Where’s the money going?” he asked.

“I’ll take the set design and leave it at that,” you said. You brushed past him and over to Dan.

Thirty minutes later you had a signed contract and were back in your office, your dad grumbling as he walked inside.

“I’m busy,” you said.

“Where’s the money going, Y/N?”

“TJ and I make very good money,” you said, typing up an email. He leaned over the desk and narrowed his eyes. “I took the set design only for twenty. Happy?”

“Why do you need twenty thousand dollars?”

“Coming from the guy who made how much fucking money for a single freaking episode? At least I’m not slutting out my face,” you said. He stood back and slammed the door shut on his way out. You sighed and got up, finding him out back, splitting old pallets down. “Dad I’m sorry.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled.

“Dad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Yeah you did,” he said. “That is exactly why I didn’t want you doing that shoot. Then all you are is a pretty face.”

He moved a pallet and picked up the axe again, bringing it down in the center.

“Dad.”

“What?” he snapped as he spun around.

“I said it because I knew it’d make you mad and piss you off and get you to drop it. It’s the only reason I said it. Please stop asking about where my money goes. Please.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Dad I said to stop asking.”

“Tough shit,” he said with a shrug. “Call me whatever you want. Maybe I get pissed off but I’ll cool off too. I know how much you make and I know how much he makes and I know you two have both been taking side jobs recently. You should have your house paid off by now, not barely making your mortgage. What’s going on and I want the truth.”

“I can’t.”

“What’s TJ involved in,” he said. You looked away and he nodded. “There are very few reasons why you wouldn’t tell me the truth and considering how small Allie and Colin are, he’s the only one I can think of.”

“I can’t.”

“Hey! There you are,” said TJ, walking around the corner with a bag in his hand. “I was out at a ranch nearby for work and figured we could have lunch together.”

“Speak of the little devil,” said your dad. He dropped the axe and TJ set the food on the hood of his truck, cocking his head.

“You okay, Jensen?” he asked.

“Peachy,” he said, putting his hands on his hips when he stopped in front of him. “So. Want to tell me what’s going on with your finances lately?”

TJ glanced to you and you shook your head.

“Nothing,” said TJ quietly.

“You want to try that again and not lie to me this time?” asked Jensen. TJ shook his head and your dad shut his eyes. “If you’re involved in something bad, let me help. I have money.”

“TJ just tell him,” you said. TJ sighed and picked up the food, walking over to the employee picnic area and sat down. You took a seat beside him and TJ handed you a wrapped burrito, your dad sitting across from him.

“I’m not angry. Let me help is all,” said your dad.

“It’s not us who’s in trouble,” said TJ. Your dad looked to you and you nodded. “It’s my dad.”

“Oh you two,” he said, shutting his eyes. “You’re paying off Rick’s debt he owes somebody, aren’t you.”

“Rick owes money to a bookie and...he beat him up kinda bad and we have extra so…” you said, your dad staring at you. “He asked us not to tell anyone.”

“How much?” he asked.

“Five...hundred,” said TJ.

“Five hundred thousand?” he asked, your heads nodding. “Five hundred thousand? What...how much have you given him already?”

“About half,” said TJ. Your dad shook his head and put his hands over his face, quickly pulling them off. “I know it’s a lot.”

“Yeah…” he said, swallowing to himself.

“We got it covered. Really. At the rate we’re doing extra side work-”

“Kids...you’re both so kind I think you missed something pretty important,” said your dad.

“I don’t understand,” said TJ. He looked to you and you shrugged.

“Guys that’s a lot of money. That’s...an extraordinary amount of money to a lot of people. How on earth does your father owe that much money all of a sudden?” asked your dad.

“He made some bets he lost on,” said TJ.

“But how could it be that much. What was the original bet?”

“What?”

“What was the original bet he made and lost on?”

“I don’t know. We figured it must have been like a hundred.”

“So your father bet a hundred, say he lost. That’s two hundred. Say he got some insane interest on it. Okay. Maybe, maybe he truly owes that much. But where did he get that original one hundred?”

“He didn’t have it,” said TJ. “We think.”

“Okay. He bet badly and ends up owing the whole thing,” he said.

“Exactly.”

“Do you give this money to Rick or the bookie?” asked your dad.

“My dad. He didn’t want us to get involved with the guy,” said TJ.

“Okay,” said your dad. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna drive up to your folks this afternoon TJ and talk to your dad, see what’s left he owes. I will pay the rest.”

“Jensen that’s a lot of money.”

“I know it is. But it’s better to get him out of the hole quickly before something were to happen and I can afford it. Okay? I’m gonna head up. You two enjoy your lunch. I’ll be home in a few hours.”

Something was off about him as he stood and left but you weren’t quite sure what was wrong.

“My dad’s gonna be pissed. He didn’t want Jensen to know at all,” said TJ.

“He wants to help. He’s got a point. The quicker it’s paid off, the quicker your dad’s out of danger. Let’s have lunch and you can tell me about that ranch you’re fixing up.”

“Arrow,” you grumbled that night as she reached for the hot pan. “Let it cool off.”

“Why are we having dinner at your house?” she asked. “No offense but you can only cook like five things.”

“Would you like to cook dinner for seven?” you asked. She held up her hands and you rolled your eyes.

“To be fair, Colin still eats baby food,” she said.

“Thank you for volunteering to feed your nephew,” you said with a grin.

“I didn’t-”

“Ro!” he said as he waddled into the kitchen, wrapping her legs up in a hug.

“I hate you,” she said, narrowing her eyes before she picked him up.

“Thank you Arrow,” you said as she put him on her hip. “He’s got dinner in the fridge if you wouldn’t mind?”

“I got it,” she said, opening it up one handed. “Mom and dad have some last minute thing or something?”

“I don’t know,” you said, your phone ringing, Jared’s name popping up. “Can you get that?”

“Hey Uncle Jared,” she said, hitting it on speaker.

“Arrow? Hey you mind finding your sister for me?” he asked.

“She’s busy making dinner. Apparently it’s very difficult.”

“I’m here Jared,” you said. You grabbed the phone and shoved it between your shoulder and ear. “What’s up?”

“Don’t freak out,” he said. “But come outside.”

You turned down the heat on the stove and went out the front door, finding Jared on the seat out front.

“Uh, what’s up?” you asked, pulling the door shut behind you. “This is weird.”

“Your dad may have...listen. Shit went down when Jensen went up to see TJ’s dad whatever his fuckface name is.”

“Jared.”

“Oh you’re about to call him fuckface too.”

“What happened?”

“Well...he had a bad feeling about this whole thing. He and De went up there to talk to them. Things aren’t...your dad’s in the hospital.”

“What?” you said quietly. He stood up and gave you a smile, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay. He got a little cut when he got...pushed,” he said.

“Jared,” said TJ, stepping outside with a curious look. “What’s up dude?”

“Normally being the Uncle is the fun stuff,” he said. TJ frowned when you both saw a cop car pull into your driveway, Cody getting out. “Codes.”

“Dad, I got this,” he said as he hopped up on the porch. You smiled and looked back at TJ. “Oh shut up. I got adopted like six months ago. I might as well.”

“What exactly is happening?” asked TJ.

“Dad,” said Cody again. Jared sat back in the seat, Cody sighing. “TJ...dude I’m sorry. You’re like my brother.”

“Did my...did something happen to my parents,” he said quietly, Cody’s head shaking. “Oh.”

“Rick’s been stealing money from you. There’s no bookie to pay off. Jensen and De went up today to talk to him and they found out the truth and your dad’s got in a fist fight and you guys ought to head up North. It’s not my jurisdiction so I’m not much help.”

“My father did what?” said TJ. Cody glanced at you and you looked down. “That’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” he said. “TJ the police from your hometown looked into it. He took the money. He’s claiming it was a gift from the two of you but we all know that’s not true.”

“No, he’s been making progress. We’ve been making progress. We’ve been getting along really well,” said TJ.

“Did that start when you started giving him money?” asked Cody.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying what I know as a cop. Did your relationship start changing when money started exchanging hands?”

“Why does he hate me,” said TJ. You grabbed his hand and he shut his eyes. “He must hate me. That’s the only reason I can see why he would do something like that.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” you said.

“He hates you and Jensen. He thinks De is eye candy to stare at. I don’t know how on earth he can pretend to like me,” he said.

“TJ,” said Jared.

“You gonna tell me he loves me or some shit? It’s not good enough,” said TJ.

“I was gonna say you can cut him out of your life if you want to and you’re still gonna have a dad you know. I don’t understand him. I do think he loves you but there’s some resentment towards everyone else you call family. I don’t know why but it’s your choice what you want to do. I’m gonna go inside and finish cooking dinner and we’ll watch all of them tonight. Y/N-”

“I got him,” you said with a nod.

Ten minutes later you were on the road and driving, TJ staring out the passenger window.

“Honey-”

“Don’t,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. You reached over and grabbed his hand, TJ squeezing it. “We’re going to my parents house after and we’re packing up as much crap as we can to bring back. I’m never speaking to him again after tonight.”

“TJ.”

“All the late hours I put in doing side jobs. All the jobs you’ve been doing for set design on the weekends. For months and months we’ve been doing it. Straight into his fucking pocket. We could have paid off the house with that money. Paid off bills. That’s our money. It’s our kids money. It’s not some sack of shit’s to go buy whatever he wants with. I could fucking kill him.”

“We’ll get it back,” you said.

“It’s not about the money.”

“I know, babe,” you said.

“Why is he like that?”

“It’s not an excuse but I think he was raised very poorly and he doesn’t...he knows it’s wrong but I think he thinks we have so much it’s okay if he takes from us.”

“He took two hundred and fifty thousand dollars from us. A year of side jobs for the both of us on top of everything else. We sleep four hours a night. We weren’t handed that. We worked for it. We worked our asses off. All that pressure and all the pressure we thought somebody would hurt him if we were late with money? I can’t believe I ever gave a shit about him. I should have trusted you. You’ve never liked him. No one in your family did. Even Arrow and that kid loves everybody. I should have trusted you guys.”

“TJ they didn’t like him because of the way he treated you, not me. I knew he was a dick when I met him but he belittles you, so, so much. We hate that he does that to you.”

“I don’t know how my mom is married to someone like him.”

“Don’t cut her out,” you said. “She raised you. You’re all her. Anyone who meets you can see that.”

“He’s going to lie when I see him again. I don’t know what to do,” he said.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because.” You pulled over and he sat back in his seat. He turned his head and you saw all the tears streaming down his face.

“Honey,” you said. You leaned over and hugged him, TJ gripping you back.

“He’d kick my ass for crying right now.”

“Who was it that sat up with my dad after the accident and let him cry all over him? My dad who hates to cry and he’s not afraid to cry in front of you.”

“He’s strong. I’m not.”

“You’re my best friend. The girl who thought she was so fucked up and would be alone. God, Thomas. You gave me something even my parents and family couldn’t. You know how I never thought in a million years I could have this kind of love and you were never scared. The insecurities. The nightmares. The days where I’m quiet and my head gets to me. You just grab my hand and you make it better. You’re stronger than most everyone on this planet. I love and I’ve loved you since I met you and I’ll do anything for you, you know that. We’re partners. If you want to give your dad another chance you can and I won’t question it for a second.”

“I don’t want to talk to him again,” he said, sitting up somewhat. “But how do I say that when you didn’t get a choice? You didn’t get a choice with your parents. They were just gone and you had no say. How can I just walk away like that?”

“My parents didn’t treat me like the way your father does. Neither of my moms or dads ever have. You can walk away from someone that does, TJ. I don’t want you near someone like that. Jared was right too you know. You’re not gonna lose a dad tonight. You’ve always had one and he’s gonna be there for you always.”

“He hurt Jensen, didn’t he?” he sniffled.

“I’m sure he's fine. He’s very...defensive of his children is all.”

“Jensen gave me a letter,” he said. “Addressed to me. That’s when I really knew he loved me.”

“He loved you before that.”

“I know he did. I don’t know why I wanted my dad when I’ve had Jensen the whole time.”

“I’ve been there. Trust me,” you said. He let out a small laugh and you hugged him, TJ taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry Rick hurt you.”

“He hurt both of us.”

“Yeah but I care more about the fact he hurt you. I may deck him when I see him,” you said.

“That’d be kinda awesome,” he said. “But please don’t.”

“Hugs instead?” you said.

“I’ll take hugs,” he said. His stomach grumbled and you kiss his temple.

“I’m gonna hit the drive thru and then we’ll get on the road again, okay honey?”

“Okay,” he said. You kissed him one last time before you got out of the car and dug around in the trunk. You took out your oversized hoodie and brought it up to the front, handing it to him. “What’s this?”

“You can steal it if you want. Your hoodie’s kinda make me feel better on crappy days,” you said.

“Thanks,” he said. “I really love you.”

“Me too. It’s gonna be okay.”

One Hour Later

“Let’s go to the hospital first,” said TJ as you hit the edge of town.

“Jared said my dad was fine.”

“Y/N. Let’s go to the hospital,” he said. You nodded and about ten minutes later you were parked and getting a room number. He held your hand on the elevator ride up, kissing the top of your head. “You alright?”

“I’d prefer if he could stay out of the hospital.”

“Me too,” he said, the doors opening. You walked a little too quickly until you found the room, your mom and dad talking as you walked in.

“What are you two doing here?” he asked.

“Jared and Cody came by and we learned some stuff,” you said. “Why are you in the hospital? You look...normal.”

“Your father hit his head.”

“I’m fine.”

“After the accident last year-”

“It was nearly a year ago.”

“After the accident they wanted to be safe and monitor overnight just in case. He got a cut on his arm from some metal but that’s all,” said your mom.

“I’m fine,” said your dad. He got up out of bed and spun around. “See? No concussion. An itty bitty scratch is all you worry worts.”

“Was there a fight?” you asked. He sat down and sighed. “You don’t look like it.”

“No,” he said. He looked at TJ and pursed his lips. “TJ would you mind grabbing me a drink from the vending machine?”

“Whatever you want to say, you’re gonna say it in front of me,” he said.

“Mom and I went up to your parents place and it started out okay. But your mom didn’t quite understand what was going on. She thought Rick had been doing well betting horses at a track and that’s where the sudden money came from. Things...devolved from there and Rick got defensive and I was angry so we started arguing and he shoved me and your mom and De shut it down and the cops came and I’m sorry but he took the money for himself. Last we heard from your mom a little while ago she’s giving all the money back to you guys.”

“You pressing charges?” asked TJ.

“It was a shove. He didn’t take my money. You two are the ones that have a right to charge him,” he said.

“Do you know where my mom is?” asked TJ.

“She’s at your house along with your dad,” he said.

“Y/N why don’t you hang here with your parents,” said TJ. You shook your head and he frowned. “You’re worried about your dad. Stay.”

“He’s okay and I’m coming with you,” you said.

“Me too,” said your mom.

“De-”

“TJ. You’re not gonna win this one,” she said. “Jensen’s okay on his own for a bit and he’d come if he could. You’re not gonna go talk to your dad alone.”

“Fine. Let’s go,” he said, already leaving the room. Your mom grabbed her purse and you ran your hands over your face.

“Go take care of him,” said your dad quietly.

“Dad.” You walked in front of him and he wrapped his arms around you. “He’s gonna be fucked up.”

“I know. We’ll take care of him,” he said. He kissed your temple and pushed you towards the door gently. “Go take care of your husband.”

“We’ll be back.”

“Guys I think maybe I should go in first,” said your mom a short while later, the three of you parked in his parent’s driveway.

“No,” said TJ.

“Thomas.”

“Danneel,” he said. He turned in the passenger seat and she sighed. “I’m a big boy. I can go in first.”

“Don’t be violent.”

“I won’t,” he said quietly. She kissed his cheek and nodded.

“Okay sweetie. Let’s get this over with,” she said. You got out and took his hand, TJ not as tense as you were expecting.

“His car isn’t here,” he said quietly on the way up the porch steps. He rang the doorbell and the door flew open, his mom standing there. “Hi mom.”

“I kicked him out for the night,” she said, letting the door open for the three of you. “I’m so sorry. Danneel is Jensen-”

“He’s pissed but fine,” said your mom, following you inside. TJ walked around for a moment, stopping at a picture on the wall.

“Mom. Why does dad hate me?” he asked. He looked over his shoulder and she frowned. “He manipulated me and Y/N. He’s horrible to her family. I get that he went through something as a kid but he’s a grown man.”

“Your father loves you. He doesn’t always know the best way to show it,” she said.

“He hurt me and you’re gonna side with him. Again,” he said.

“He made a mistake.”

“Hell of a mistake,” you mumbled.

“Do you think he wants to be the way he is?” she asked.

“I could have gotten past everything before but this? He doesn’t get to worm his way out of it. I’m done with him.”

“Then you’re gonna be done with me too,” she said. TJ turned around and she lifted her chin. “He doesn’t deserve to thrown out of your life over a mistake.”

“I seem to recall you not saying a word when he almost hit your grandaughter with a belt,” said TJ. “Why do you make excuses for him?”

“Why do you hate him?” she asked. TJ threw up his hands and shook his head. “Always since you were a little boy you’ve hated him.”

“He didn’t want me, not the other way around. I know he worked a lot but all I wanted when he came home at night was a hug or a bedtime story. I wasn’t asking for much,” said TJ. “He resented me.”

“He put in all those long hours for you, to provide for you.”

“I’ve been working since I was fourteen. I paid for my own things from the second I was able to. I paid for school all on my own. My apartment. My car. I paid for my wedding and honeymoon. He paid for food and roof over my head which is the bare minimum he could have done. Don’t tell me he provided for me. He fucking hated me.”

“Because you’re not his,” she said. You and your mom looked at one another, TJ blinking where he stood. “Rick isn’t your father.”

“Excuse me?”

“I cheated on your father because he can be an asshole and I needed an escape. He found out when I was pregnant.”

“Excuse me?” asked TJ again.

“He never wanted children because he thought he’d be a bad father. I guess he was right in your mind,” she said.

“If you’re gonna tell the story, you might as well tell the whole thing,” said Rick. He stepped out from down the hall, TJ’s mom sighing.

“So you are here,” said TJ.

“Car’s in the shop,” he said.

“You hate me?”

“I love you. It doesn’t mean I’m a good person though,” he said.

“You stole from us.”

“Yes I did.”

“Why?”

“This house is the size of your living room. You have so much.”

“If you wanted money just fucking ask,” said TJ.

“Like I said, just cause I love you doesn’t mean I’m a good person.”

“You’re not even my father apparently.”

“I’m your father,” he said. “Didn’t make ya but I’m your father.”

“What’s the story?” asked your mom. They all looked to her and she looked at TJ’s mom. “What don’t we know.”

“You ever wonder how someone like me wound up with someone like your mother? We’re polar opposites most days,” said Rick. TJ narrowed his eyes and looked between them.

“Don’t tell him,” said his mom.

“Alright,” said Rick. “I must have been mistaken.”

“TJ, can I talk to you,” you said, pulling him into the kitchen. “TJ do you remember in family studies when we had that project to track our family trees and you found your parents marriage certificate and the year was wrong?”

“Y/N what’s that got to do with anything.”

“What if the year wasn’t wrong.”

“It can’t be. They would have gotten married after I was born then.”

“TJ I’m not saying your dad is great but he just lied for your mom. He loves her. Something happened before you were born or after. I have this feeling that she didn’t cheat on him.”

“What are you saying?”

“Maybe I’m wrong but maybe your mom was in a bad situation and Rick stepped in to help because of her.”

“Rick,” said TJ, very quickly exiting back to the family room. “When did you meet my mom. If you ever want to speak to me again, if you want me to speak to her again, you’ll tell me the truth.”

Rick glanced to TJ’s mom, TJ smirking.

“You do care about her.”

“Of course I fucking care about her. I care about you too.”

“That’s great. I feel very cared for,” said TJ. Rick pursed his lips and his mom nodded. “Truth or I walk out that door and never come back.”

“I was married,” said TJ’s mom. “He was charming until he wasn’t. I got pregnant with you and you were born and he would get so angry at you for being a simple baby and crying and...I was so scared of him hurting you that I left. I had nothing and I stayed with a friend for a few days. I met Rick through them and he offered us a safe place to stay with him. It was only supposed to be short term but things developed. He is not perfect but he’s not the monster you think he is. We are safe and the reason you have all you do well and truly is because of him.”

“Do you have anything to say?” asked TJ quietly.

“I loved your mother before I loved you, that’s true. But I learned and I’ve done my best. You were far better off without me in your life. Look at what you have. You’d be angry and bitter if I had more of a hand in raising you. So you can hate me but you do not hurt your mother like that. You do not walk away from her after everything she has done for you. Understand me?”

“I need space from you,” said TJ, Rick nodding. “I also need something else.”

“What?”

“I still don’t understand why you took the money if you weren’t going to spend it.”

“Was gonna impress you, turn a profit on it, give it back with interest. Be like her father, give you some money for once.”

“Jensen doesn’t impress me because of money. Yes, their family doesn’t have to think twice about the cost of most anything. But Jensen, De, they don’t impress me for any reason other than how kind they’ve been to me. They treat me like their son, like I’m their own. They don’t pretend to. They don’t tolerate me for Y/N. They genuinely care about me, all because I fell in love with their daughter, a girl that’s not even theirs and they love her to death. The house is nice. The wedding was nice and so are the vacations. But I could live in a cardboard box and be happy if all I ever got was their kindness. They never made me work for it. They just gave it to me. You could have just given it to me and I would have been a happier kid. But you didn’t and now you have to work for it on my terms. So I want our money back and I want some space from you. If and when I’m ready to talk to you again, I’ll reach out. Alright?”

“Okay,” he said. TJ crossed his arms and nodded before he went outside. His mom followed after and you gave Rick a look. He pulled out his phone and tapped on it for a few moments before shoving it in his pocket. “It says it’s pending for that big of a transfer. It should be back in your account in a few days.”

“Oh I’ll make sure of that,” you said, walking over to him. “Rick. Maybe try some therapy if you really want to salvage this relationship.”

“You think I can afford that?” he said.

“We’ll pay,” said your mom. “Jensen and I will.”

“Why?”

“Cause he’s a fucking awesome kid and he deserves a relationship with you, even if we don’t like you,” she said.

“What about you? You hate me too kid?” he asked you.

“I can learn to tolerate and respect you. But you hurt him and I’ll protect him from anyone that does that, including you. But it’s not my forgiveness you need. It’s his so maybe try the therapy and let him come back if he’s ever ready for that, okay?”

“Alright.” You turned to go when he caught your shoulder. “Can I ask where the money came from? Jensen made it sound like you were behind on bills.”

“It made things tight for us. TJ and I have both been working side jobs nights and weekends to scrounge up extra money. We weren’t handed any of that money we gave you. We even took from ourselves and our children. Just because we live in a nice house doesn’t mean we don’t work for it,” you said. “Oh and one more thing. Touch my father again or call my mom slutty behind her back one more time, you’ll find out which one of us isn’t the good person in this relationship.”

“He what…” said your mom as you walked out, pulling her along behind you. “Dickhead!”

“Come on mom,” you said, pushing her back to the car. TJ gave his mom a nod and hug before he climbed back into the backseat.

“Slut my ass,” your mom mumbled under breath as she started the car back up.

“Mom, let it go,” you said, shutting your eyes and slumping down in your seat.

“Put on your seatbelt,” she said. You reached up and put it on, turning back to catch TJ with his head leaned back. “You okay back there?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“That’s probably the right answer,” you said.

“Let’s get back to dad. I’m sure he’s climbing the walls to get out of there by now.”

Two Days Later

“Howdy,” said your dad, taking a seat in the patio chair beside you as you watched TJ swim in your pool with Allie. “Where’s the babe?”

“Naptime,” you said, TJ tossing Allie up in the air and hugging her tight when he caught her again.

“How’s he holding up?” he asked, reaching over and taking a chip out of the bag in front of you.

“Better than expected. He’ll give Rick another chance someday.”

“He said that?”

“No. I know Thomas though. He’s too good to hold onto that crap. It might not be for six months or a year but it’ll happen eventually.”

“Well I think he’s a dick,” said your dad. “But if TJ wants to give him a chance, we’ll give him a chance.”

“Thanks for being his dad too,” you said.

“I love the kid,” he said, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “So what are you two gonna do with all that money?”

“Pay off the last of the lawyer fees, pay off a big chunk of what’s left on the mortgage. When that set design comes in then we won’t owe too much more on the house,” you said. “Speaking of which, I gotta go to work on it.”

“Y/N? Use some of that money and take a nice vacation with the kids. Or even just a long weekend away for you and TJ.”

“We really ought to use it for stuff like the house,” you said.

“Have you and TJ ever taken a vacation just the two of you?”

“Of course. We went on our honeymoon.”

“That doesn’t count. The answer’s no, isn’t it.”

“Dad, I don’t need-”

“Maybe you don’t but somebody in that pool needs to have some fun. Plan a little trip away next month,” he said.

“He’s always wanted to go to Mardi Gras,” you said with a smile.

“You guys would have a blast and I got some pull down there and all. Come on. Let me spoil my grandkids for a weekend.”

“Alright, alright. You’ve convinced me,” you said.

“You mind if the twins have dinner with you guys?”

“We’re actually going to the Pads for dinner. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind more though. You got a hot date?”

“Getting a private college tour with mom and JJ,” he said. “Ya’ll can stop growing up anytime you want you know.”

“She wants to live at home you know.”

“Really?”

“Contrary to her teenage angst as of late, she does love us. Just you know, drop the curfew like you did with me.”

“And we get texts when you stay out.”

“That’s what you thought,” you mumbled. He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “I let you know when I wouldn’t be home that night. You didn’t need to know my exact whereabouts.”

“When’s the first time you stayed over TJ’s?”

“Fall of Freshman year in his dorm,” you said.

“Never mind. I don’t need to know,” he said.

“Yup. Let her have fun when she gets there, she’s smart,” you said. “Plus you know she’ll call me if shit happens. Also she has a year and a half of high school left. Relax.”

“At least I know Tom will keep an eye on her too.”

“Already planning the wedding?” you smirked.

“Shut up,” he said, ruffling your hair. “Make sure he gets this.”

He dug into his back pocket and took out an envelope, handing it to you.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. “Dad?”

“Mhm,” he said as he stood.

“Can you invite him on your fishing trip this weekend with grandpa?”

“Already did,” he said, nodding down at the envelope. “I’ll talk to you soon, tall munchkin.”

“Later dad,” you said, TJ giving him a wave as he headed out. You left the letter on the patio table and went over to the pool, slipping into the shallow end.

“Everything good?” he asked.

“Yeah. My dad left you a letter,” you said, Allie swimming off on her own, doing circles around TJ. He nodded and got out of the pool, drying off some before he went to the table and sat down. “Time for a snack.”

You scooped her up and swung her around in the water, throwing her up your hip. You walked out with her, setting her down to dry her off some.

“Is daddy okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “Why don’t you change back into some clothes and we’ll get Colin and snack time going.”

She rushed over to TJ and smiled up at him, TJ tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Daddy snack time!” she said.

“I’ll be inside in just a minute, sweetie,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her head, pushing her back towards you. You patted her inside, TJ rubbing his thumb over his lip as he read.

“Take your time, babe,” you said. You kissed his cheek and he nodded. “I’ll leave some tissues just inside the door in case.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be there.”

“Take all the time you need. I got these two,” you said. He nodded and smiled. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read the First Summer Timestamp here!

#supernatural #tell me a story bingo #spn #jensen ackles #jensen x daughter!reader #rpf #au #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #jensen x

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the-ghost-king · 4 years ago

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You know how everyone has at least one minor rrverse character with no significance but they're you're favorite? Okay Mitchell from the Aphrodite Cabin is one of mine...

Make him Italian, probably Southern Italian I like to imagine his family immigrated from the Florentine area

Trans masc

At first he thinks he's just a gnc trans guy but after he starts medical transition he realizes he's nonbinary

Uses he/they pronouns generally

But when people he's close to talk about or to him and they're using nouns to describe him they use female gendered nouns (ex: daughter, lady, girl, etc), and yes these are a part of his gender expression

Also the type of person to hyphenate their deadname with their original middle name as their new middle name

They definitely are the type of person too who just invites invasive and awkward questions (as long as they're being asked in good faith) for educational purposes, and he'll give you the most derailed answer if that's what you want

Also he might be femme but he's not weak and he will beat you up if you're just being unnecessarily transphobic

His dad is a high quality fashion designer and because of this Mitchell is kind of spoiled (okay very spoiled) about clothes, always having high thread count clothes and also personally tailored pieces

They've got some casual plans to take over their dad's business but he thinks that he wants to expand it out into a more affordable fashion market for the average person (they like affordable and sustainable fashion too! The artistic pieces are nice but it's not a long-term sustainable business model!)

He personally dresses very camp, even the cishets look at him and go "oh he's you know... _/‾"

They love a good suit, very gender to him

Him, Nico, and Chiara all getting together to talk in Italian; and have culturefests or something

Watching Italian films, and TV shows, updating Nico on modern Italian culture, etc

Bi or Pan, but doesn't really feel the need to label himself, usually just says multisexual or mspec unless someone doesn't know what that means

His attraction to women is gay, his attraction to nonbinary people is gay, his attraction to men is gay... If you can't handle that you're not their target audience

Idk how old they are but Rick's timeline is fake and so are ages then, so him and Austin are dating

Very cute couple, very casual dynamic, probably have won "cutest couple award" or something at some point

Definitely went to all their high school dances together

Their favorite color... Probably green or pink... Yellow is also a good option

Mitchell probably wears glasses for the "aesthetic" but has worse vision with them on

Would not put it past him to be a social media influencer but have a secret Twitter account for BL

He definitely reads GL too

Very into anime, jdrama, and manga, likes manhwa and kdrama and any other variation of those things

Yeah probably kpop too

They probably like stuff like "My First First Love" and "Cherry Magic!" etc

First anime was probably one of the ones everyone seems to start with so maybe "Your Lie in April" or "Ouran High school Host Club"... His all time favorite is probably "Given"

First Manga... Probably "Orange" or something unexpected like "Black Butler"

He's definitely the person who introduces Nico to anime and such... The whole thing just sort of confuses Nico but he likes a couple of them, "Death Note" and some other psychological or horror type stuff

Definitely has some talent when it comes to hair styling, lots of people at camp are always going to him for haircuts and styles so he starts charging $2 or something for it and basically has a summer job at camp

He lives in the New York area year round (honestly, he probably goes home on the weekends sometimes from summer camp and goes to camp for the weekends sometimes in the school year)

Because of how close he is to camp other people in the area will often call him to do their hair and makeup for homecoming/prom/etc and he always agrees unless he's visiting family in Italy or he's touring with his dad

Likes to chill with Austin at the infirmary, partially to hang out but also probably because that's one of the few places in camp that has air conditioning

Will is always getting after him for sitting on the counters, something about it being unsanitary but they don't think it should matter as long as they're not in any of the operating rooms

Austin likes him too much to tell him no but yeah it's not sanitary, but to Austin the choice is a sanitary counter or a happy and comfortable boyfriend... He's picking happy boyfriend

Also Mitchell is very supportive of Austin's music career and always trying to convince Austin to let them use tracks of his music on the runways at their dad's shows

But Austin always says no because he wants to "make it big on his own" which Mitchell thinks is a bit silly but if it's what Austin wants he'll support it

Mitchell is super into camp's drama, they don't do anything with the information or all the secrets they just like knowing all of it

If you ask them to keep a secret they absolutely will

But that embarrassing story about you that went around camp five years ago that you lowkey wish everyone would just stop talking about, he's the one that keeps restarting the cycle

He babbles to Nico all the time about all the ongoings of camp because Nico is also good at keeping his mouth shut, but Nico doesn't care about the drama for the same reasons though (Nico: "Hold on, back up, you said Drew knows Sadie Kane? Interesting..." Mitchell:"okay Mr. Ominous, and also yeah, I did say that, so anyhow... ")

Very artistic person in general, he can probably play the piano okay, he's no professional and no Apollo kid but he can play some songs, and they have enough practice to learn new songs on their own!!

Definitely was voted by camp to have the worst taste in music though

Says his favorite movie is probably "Bring It On" or "Heathers" of something similar, but his actual favorite film is one of those cliche silent black and white ones that's only available in French

They definitely did dance for a few years growing up, has a ballet, tap, and hip hope background to work with but he left it behind when we was 13 or so but eventually they start to get back into hip hop and keep up with various types and lessons and places through their 20s

He's always the person to start groupchats

They think they're fun but they rarely take off without prompting from him

Also often times plays matchmaker for people ("they would be a cute couple wouldn't they? I don't know though, does she like girls? I think so?")

Those are just some ideas off the top of my head, hopefully you enjoy!

#i also think it's important to mention that some of these headcanons I picked up over the years from other people's fics and works etc #so some is mine but some is not and now he has a personality!!#mitchell aphrodite cabin #mitchell #pjo

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[laundromaitre said: “Why do bi women mostly date men?” supply and demand my dude - the sheer volume of straight men in this world is unprecedented, they are abundant] Oof, ladies, let's TALK about this shit right here, because you're right and it has to be said. On top of the sheer volume that makes wlw dating incredibly difficult, there are also insufferable, self-righteous, egotistical, misogynistic, and abusive women that makes said wlw dating a hundred times harder and less fun than straight dating. Yes, there are plenty of horrible female-attracted men out there, but my GOD do they AT LEAST show their strong desires to spend intimate time with women by taking us out on dates, making the first move, and-here's a delicious one-completely pay for the entire date afterwards! For a group that's always crying about bi women choosing to focus on men rather than women, they sure know how to make the situation so much worse for the rest of us! Smh. I want the butthurt losers to really stop and fucking think about this for a few minutes: If you are, by all means, an attractive, accomplished bisexual woman, who can have her pick of the litter, which group do you think you're going to feel the most desired and happiest? A. The group that doesn't victimize themselves and make the first move thanks to hundreds and hundreds of years old of dating rituals and traditions, paying for the dates, show they are attracted to her even after learning she is bisexual, and doesn't create tiers inside their heads that lesbians are better than bi women or lesbis are better than het women or all these other sexist crap, etc.

Or B. The group that whines all day everyday about tfw no gf, is still hopelessly in love with their ex-gfs despite so many years of it being over since most people don't want to be her friend or lover thanks to her shitty attitude against everyone who is not exactly the same as her, has incredibly misogynistic views against het/bi women to the point that they cannot see them as real complex human beings, doesn't want to make the first move or pay for the date or take the lead in the bedroom and accuse the bisexual woman of being "too passive" or a "pillow princess", talks endless shit about other bi women to the bisexual woman, interrogates her about her sexual history, etc? YES, I understand that there are plenty of terrible misogynistic men, but by God I can't be the only one realizing the hopelessness about wlw dating. One group (het/bi men) are a whopping 90% or so of the total male population, yes many are awful and undateable but there are still plenty more that can be decent partners for said bi women. The other group (lesbian/bi women) are barely even 10% of the female population, most have a lot of self-hatred and internalized misogyny and homophobia that they act out on against other women and makes dating them an absolute fucking nightmare, so then you have like 1%-4% that are dateable, but they're probably too far, age difference is too much, etc. It's a dead end a lot of the time. Stop complaining about bi women who aren't having a good time in wlw dating and needing to go back to being with men when it's the losers who are making the situation worse with the blatant bimisogyny. What a shocker that people who don't feel welcomed in one space want to get out and stay away from it! Who woulda thunk? Men have already beaten y'all when it comes to volume. What are YOU (not to rantingcroc or laundro just speaking in general) doing to make wlw dating more accessible, fun, and more attractive as an option? And please, spare me with the "uhhhhhhhh we can find the clit and make our women cum twenty times in one night uwu" because you all fail at making all the moments leading up to the bedroom incredibly hard to properly enjoy, nor is explosive sex the only thing that can keep a relationship or marriage together in hindsight. We as women need MORE than that. Really sit on that and think about it instead of complaining. God.

@laundromaitre You've been tagged in this, too!

I definitely would disagree with it being "hopeless," because like everything, it's complicated.

It takes one single person to connect with to spend the rest of your life with. There are just a lot of stereotypes and internalised biphobia to deal with. Plus, not only are there bisexual women who believe that they're lesbians, or who call themselves lesbians to appease their lesbian partners for their "ease," there are plenty of bisexual women put off dating other women because we're constantly told that our attraction to women "isn't real," or that our attraction to women is "predatory," or it's reinforced that we're "destined to be with men," so there are bisexual women who internalise that.

Realistically, most women aren't feminists, either. Not to the extent that radfems often believe that they are. They'll have the same complaint sessions about men that we all have, but they haven't been faced with true class analysis, so there just isn't that background involved, either. When they're also pressured by others around them that they're "lying" about their bisexuality, or that it's a "phase," or that they "need to hurry up and settle down," especially with the female socialisation that hammers home that women are "supposed" to be married to men and having their children etc, right alongside how much more likely it is for bisexual women to have self-esteem issues and mental health issues and be victims of domestic abuse that primes a need to cling to anyone that shows love, it's complicated and painful.

Feminists are supposed to be able to understand full analysis of what's going on in the real world, but as soon as it's time to hate bisexuals, they drop right down to MRA levels of thinking.

It's the romantic relationship equivalent of, "The wage gap doesn't exist, but even if it does, then women just need to get better jobs?"

Some fauxminists actually need to think outside of the carefully crafted bubble that they think is reality created by social media and interact with the real world sometime.

#crocodilian answers

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the-bee-graveyard · 3 years ago

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Ok I actually need to rant about this.

What's so insidious about erasing Robin's lesbianism is that lesbians are always constantly told either directly or through subtext that we are wrong and broken for not liking men and essentially for having a sexuality that completely excludes men. It's less about liking women (because people never really take that seriously anyways which yes is another type of oppression) and more about not being attracted to, loving or dating men.

We are made to feel like freaks from childhood along with aroace women and nonbinary people who are often read as women for not liking boys or having crushes on them. That fucks you long before you get a crush on a girl (or young enbies read by society as female you get the idea).

Society teaches you that you are broken without a boyfriend or a husband and yes this affects all women (and those read by society as such) but it screws with the heads of those of us who don't and never will want that even more. It literally breeds comphet. Comphet comes from our society focusing so much on the importance of men and male validation that some lesbians and aroace women and nonbinary people will literally start chasing male validation and putting ourselves in situations we don't really want to be in to get men to like us when we don't even really care!!! We just think we care!!

It's so fucked up and bisexual women and bisexuals in general will never understand how painfully triggering it is for us when they ship Robin with a man when she was confirmed to be a lesbian because they've never gone through what we've gone through. Not to mention the fact that she never even shows romantic or sexual interest in men on screen! All of her interactions with Steve are platonic and STILL beautiful btw!

People are using straight amatonormative googles when looking at them I'm order to ship them. And it makes me so mad not just because if what I mentioned but also because as an aro spec person as well it annoys me to see people immediately take a friendship and turn it into something romantic like they always do because they don't value platonic love as something as powerful as romantic love.

Now I'm not the kind of person who usually believes in "the word of god" or word of the author and I really wish they had stated it explicitly on screen but, the canon backs the confirmation like I mentioned earlier, and it just feels particularly insidious that people's first instinct will always be to dismiss someone's lesbianism and to to ship a women with a man no matter what.

Like lesbophobia is everywhere and no one cares and I'm just so tired.

I was actually going to make a post about this so thank you for making it for me.

My big problem with people being like “I headcanon Robin is bi” is she’s literally the only character in stranger things that’s sexuality is confirmed. People don’t actually give a fuck about bisexual representation, they just want their heterosexual ships.

It’s deeply annoying and slightly for me personally because I’m also an aspec arospec lesbian who was constantly picked apart and made fun of as a person for not having crushes on my male friends, and like you mentioned, this happens to almost every aspec and/or lesbian.

Everything in society is so sexualized and so revolved around being in a relationship with a man. Even gay men don’t face the kind of backlash lesbians do because it’s still two men. I’m just so tired.

Long story short Robin’s a lesbian erasing that is lesbophobic whether you’re aware of it or not please check yourself before you dismiss an aspect of a person’s identity.

#asks #Robin Buckley #I already know I’m going to get backlash for this but oh well #stranger things #lesbian

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onewithnomightypowers · 4 years ago

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clandestine (chapter 1)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

Chapter 1: too wise to trust

A/N: y/n is bisexual but not paired with a women. the characters have been aged up. the characters in no way portray how these ppl are in real life. i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like it as much is i do. if you want to be tagged them pls tell me. also comments are appreciated as they motivate me to write more and i love to know how you guys feel about the story.

warning: cursing, mention of miscarriage, mention of sex, mention of cat calling, angst. fluff?

word count: 1.4k

important: character thoughts are bold and italic, flashback is in italic

masterlist series masterlist chapter 2

She picked up her makeup bag from her vanity and started walking towards her empty suitcase which was wide open on her bed. “What time is your flight?” Haz asked while walking into their bedroom. “I think it’s at 6:30 in the evening but the car will be here to pick me up at 4”, she replied whilst folding her clothes.

“So we have at least an hour to us”; he pulled her by the waist and started kissing her neck. She tried pushing his chest away but failed miserably. “Haz, I’m not in the mood, please stop”

“Fine. But you have been saying that for months now”, he was frustrated.

She ignored his words like always.

He was right. They hadn’t had sex for at least five months now and it was starting to gain on Harrison. Their marriage, which had been ‘couple goals’ according to the internet, was now slowly falling apart. It was clear that Y/N was falling out of love but she couldn’t find grounds for it. She couldn’t reason it by making him the villain because he was a good man who, in theory, had done nothing wrong. Though, to her, it felt like he had. Maybe he didn’t love her enough or maybe all had gone astray when they had lost their baby last year.

“Will Tom be there?” his words felt like venom, entering her bloodstream.

She placed her hand on her forehead, trying to indicate that she did not want to have this conversation or the inevitable fight, again.

“Of course he will be there, he is my co-star. You should get off the internet, it’s feeding you poison”, she said in an almost nonchalant way. Trying her best not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction to his name. His name, which did not mean anything to her. Tom was her colleague whom the internet liked to ship her with, but he was just a friend. Haz found it hard to believe this because the internet told him so. Their relationship was so far gone that he had no other way of knowing what was going on in her life.

His wife was so far gone. She was as distant as the sun is from the moon. The distance left coldness between them. The kind of cold that you feel when you pass a stranger. She was a stranger to him and the only reason he could think of was that she and Tom were having an affair. This was not true, but the ache in his soul found comfort in painting Tom as the villain.

“I don’t believe you”, Haz spat out.

She threw her heels inside the suitcase in anger. “What do you not believe? That Tom is my co-star? Is that what you don’t believe?” her voice was louder than before.

“I don’t trust him.” Haz matched her voice.

“Do you trust me?”

Trust? Her? How can I trust a stranger?

It was his turn to ignore her.

She zipped her bag, put on her shoes, and left the room. “Fuck you”, she cried before slamming their apartment door and leaving for London.

Y/N had first met Tom at a cast and crew dinner in New York, six months ago. Greta, the director, had invited both her and Haz but he had decided to opt-out of the ‘fancy’ dinner. Y/N was excited to meet her new co-stars and mark the starting of a new project, a new phase in her life.

It was cold in New York, she figured she shouldn’t wear a dress. She put on black stockings underneath blue bell-bottoms to keep her warm. She wore a dark grey American Eagles t-shirt and over that, a tan leather trench coat. She liked commuting via subway because she believed ‘nobody gives two shits about who is sitting next to them on the train’; and a town car was much slower, especially when it had been snowing. She stuffed her heels in her purse and wore her commuting shoes.

Tribeca to West Village was a good ten minutes train. Her travel was mostly uninterrupted except for the catcalls which felt like the usual to a native. Just before ringing Greta’s doorbell, she got out of her Converse and wore her heels.

Y/N entered a packed house. Almost everyone was there and she was late. But someone was to arrive even later than her. She examined the room, everyone was mingling with each other. She didn’t know anybody there except Noah Baumbach from the time she auditioned for ‘marriage story’. She didn’t get the part but still loved the movie. She realized Tom was missing.

Greta pulled her into a conversation about when the production of the movie would start or something like that. She wasn’t really paying attention. She was so eager to meet Tom that her eyes couldn’t stop roaming around the room, trying to find him, and just when she thought he wouldn’t show up, he did.

Everybody’s head turned towards him when he entered the living room. It was as if every person in the room wanted him, including her. His dark brown hair, falling into place like a domino, had snowflakes in them.

“Excuse me”, Greta gave a small smile to Y/N and walked over to Tom. She greeted him and politely touched his back. “Now that everyone is here we should take the party to the dining hall”, she said in a loud and cheerful tone.

Following Greta, everyone started moving towards the dining hall. Tom sat right across Y/N on the grand dining table. “Hi, I’m Tom”, he introduced himself in his thick British accent. “And he’s English”, Y/N said, adding to her list of things she found captivating about Tom.

“And?” Tom gave her a confused look.

Shit. I said it out loud.

“I-I mean hi, I’m Y/N”, she tried to cover up her mistake.

His dark brown eyes on her, made her thoughts run wild. It was wrong enough to feel right. The dinner was served and small groups of conversations were taking place. Somehow the whole table took on the topic of bisexuality. Y/N felt obligated to take part in the conversation, being part of the community herself.

“I think bisexuality is a gateway to being gay”, Tom said to the whole table.

“You’re being bi-phobic, Tom”, Y/N called him out. All eyes were on her now.

“And how do you know that?” Tom asked Y/N.

“Because I am bisexual, and any decent human being would know that”

“Are you calling me indecent?”

“No, I’m calling you bi-phobic”

“But aren’t you married to a guy?”

“That doesn’t change my sexual orientation, and you’re being bi-phobic. Again.” There was silence, everyone was listening carefully.

“Okay, so please explain to me how I’m being bi-phobic?”

“Just the fact that you believe bisexuality is a gateway to being gay and me being married to a guy, means my bisexual card has been revoked, portray your biphobia”

“I am a little confused”, Tom said while reaching for his wine glass.

“Someone who is bisexual is attracted to both men as well as women. It isn’t a gateway to being gay, it is a legit sexuality of its own”,

“Hmm, I suppose I stand corrected. I’m sorry if I offended you or anyone. I will go home, do the research and try to be more open-minded”, said Tom, smiling.

“Good”, Y/N said, feeling accomplished and impressed by Tom’s ability to accept his mistake.

Haz would have never accepted that he was wrong.

Y/N felt wonderstruck. Blushing all the way home. She hoped Tom knew how enchanting it was for her to meet him. She wondered if someone was waiting for him at home, like someone was waiting for her. She wasn’t quite sure whether Haz was waiting for her to reach home or not.

She reached home to an empty bed. Not knowing what to make of it, she got ready to sleep. 2 AM and Haz was still not home. She didn’t try to reach him because she knew all phone calls would go straight to voice message and all messages would go unreplied. She closed her eyes, feeling indifferent towards Haz. Even in her sleep, her mind echoed Tom’s name. She was unaware of the treacherous road ahead of her. And that gave her comfort. His thought gave her comfort.

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Inception Chapter 2

"Excuse me, may I have your mask?"

It's a strange question to ask an off-duty Fatui agent who was just hoping to go home and get a good-night's rest. You'd have to admit if it weren't for the fact that he was Fatui, you'd feel bad for the tired expression that was so blatantly obvious through his slouched posture as he walked to his apartment.

It was late at night and since it takes you forever to feel the call of sleep even as you lay in bed, it was the perfect opportunity to put that leftover energy to use. What better way than to inconvenience the Fatui as their shifts end?

"Excuse me? Why do you wan-" The man turned around, and the familiar voice had your blood boiling.

"Oh, so it's you," you cooed, half mockingly, and half threatening. This was the man Zhongli had talked about awhile back, and he was more than rude to Zhongli and Aether (who you only met once). This guy's the perfect target for tonight's mischief. "Good evening, Kliment. Let me ask you again. May I have your mask?"

"What the hell are you on about? No, you can't 'have' it. Get lost lady, it's dangerous for small things like you to be walking around alone this late." He would've turned on his heel and storm away, but hesitated since the petite girl before him was dressed in black and not an inch of your skin or significant features could be seen. "Wait a second. You're that bitch that's been--"

"I'd prefer a cooler name than that," you interjected calmly despite the growing heat on your skin. "Can't you guys come up with better nicknames? Not all of you lack creativity from what I've seen. Mask, now."

"Screw off, brat." Kliment unhooked his mask from his hip and put it on in preparation for a brawl. "I don't hold back against chicks like you."

"Generic. Cliché. Uninspiring," you rolled your eyes with a lack of interest. "Seriously, you have the audacity to be rude towards the people you hire, yet you lack enough common decency to resort to these awful nicknames? Honestly," the clink of your minute dagger unsheathing caught the man's attention. You had never really needed to use it against anyone, but you displayed it nonetheless--just in case you felt a tad threatened, and you never were. "All I'm after is your mask."

"You've more than pissed all of us off with your antics. Go to hell!" Kliment charged at you with his fist. You sidestepped and let him fall forward. Then your elbow landed at the base of his skull, and he crumpled to all fours.

"For a Fatui agent, you're pretty weak," you whispered as you tore the mask from his face.

"You stupid little-!" Kliment pushed himself to his feet and spun around to swing at you, but he was met with empty space and silence. How did she even disappear like that?! Annoyed that his night was ruined, he stormed back the way he came--back to Northland Bank.

Childe was listening to his agent's report in the bank's lobby when someone loudly burst through the doors with such a force, he thought someone had finally become brave enough to pick a fight with him. But to his disappointment, he was met with yet another pissed-off agent. He'd seen this guys before...what was his name again? Clyde? Cliff?

"Master Childe!" The man stomped towards the harbinger with a reddened face. "That bi-"

"If you're going to greet me, I suggest you do it properly," the stern look in Childe's eyes was enough to snap Kliment back to his senses and realize just who he was talking to. The agent that was relaying her report immediately silenced herself.

"M-my apologies, sir." Kliment bowed--a bit rushed-- before resuming his rant. "That...That vigilante is still here. Why aren't you doing anything about her? We thought you were going to deal with this--"

Another glare, this time enough to silence the entire room. "Does anyone here have objections to the way I'm choosing to deal with this matter?"

Silence. And it was tense.

Childe slowly scanned the room and made a point to hold eye contact with each agent present. "You've seem to forgotten that this matter was supposed to be taken care of by your lot. If it weren't for the disappearances that may or may not be linked, I wouldn't be wasting my time here helping you."

Kliment scoffed, "You've been back for three months and we still haven't made any progress, even with you!" He half-expected to have angered the harbinger, but to his horror, the man chuckled.

"Is that so?" Childe walked towards him, head held high and eyes downcast in a condescending manner. The air around him could've crackled with electricity from how frightening the sight was. He was eerily calm, steady, balanced--yet the deadly spark in his eyes and the upward twitch of his lips dared Kliment to test him. "If you truly wish to settle this matter then by all means, come at me. Fight me man-to-man, and I'll show you a bit of respect. Your words mean nothing to me unless you've proven yourself in battle." His hand slapped onto Kliment's shoulder a little too hard, and the man flinched.

If a pin dropped, everyone would hear it right now.

Childe took it a step further and leaned forward until he was at Kliment's ear. "But considering you got your ass handed to you by a woman with no proper training or fighting skills, it might be wise to stand back and let me handle the load."

Kliment shrugged the hand off his shoulder and bit his tongue. As much as he hated it, his superior was right. He was so tired after a long day, he let a girl get the best out of him. "Mark my words, I'll catch her."

"Hahaha! I'm sure you will."

.......................

"Annnnnd another one bite's the dust." The mask was tossed into a bag the second you entered your studio apartment. Then the bag was lazily kicked back under your bed before you threw yourself onto the mattress. "Ugh, I'm tired now."

You absently stare at the ceiling as your lids steadily grew heavier. 'Kliment,' huh? From Zhongli's story, he probably deserved more than an elbow to the back of his head. Or his mask stolen. That would be a task for another night. Until then, you'll surrender to the melodies of the crickets outside your window.

....................

"Ajax!" A high-pitched voice made him look to his right only to be confronted by you. A wary survey of his surroundings confirmed none of the Fatui were nearby.

He plastered a smile on his face as usual. "Greetings, Reed!" The two of you had run into each other a few times by now, occasionally inviting the other on a short walk or to the nearest café before returning to work. He knew the drill by now. You'd ask about his day, and he would lie. You'd ask how his business was going, and he would lie. You'd ask for stories after you had parted from Snezhnaya, and he would lie. Slowly but surely digging himself a deeper grave while simultaneously beginning to feel a familiar warmth in his heart for you.

Make no mistake, he constantly reminded himself, this is just a temporary attraction. It wouldn't work between us. Yet he still heard that small voice at the back of his that wondered what would happen if he did catch feelings for an old friend, and caught himself looking forward to when he'd see you next.

"How's your week been going? I've been pushed over the edge with the workload. Apparently there was an accident west of here and there was a lot of casualties." Despite the warm smile on you lips, the grief from your eyes bled into it.

"Oh? I'm sorry to hear that." Wait. A lightbulb went off in his head. Why didn't he think of asking you this sooner? "Did they happen to be Fatui?"

He caught the subtle twitch in your brow, and your lips curled downward. "Fatui? No, they're rare customers. It was a mining accident; a lot of people were injured." Childe could almost feel your gaze crawl over him, and he couldn't help but think you finally connected the dots. Had he covered his trail thoroughly enough? "Why did you suddenly ask about them?"

Surely it wouldn't hurt to test your reaction. "Hm? Well, word on the street is some Fatui agents have gone missing recently. I was just curious if any had turned up dead."

"Really? I haven't heard anything," you shifted your weight and leaned against a wall, lost in deep thought. I'm usually really good at overhearing these things. How did I miss such a huge deal? Maybe Ajax has resources I can use? "Who told you these things?"

"A few customers of mine have mentioned it off-hand." Childe watched for any tell on your movements, but he couldn't read you. Your lying skills were usually terrible from what he remembered, but now you're giving mixed signals. "Well, that's enough Fatui talk. I know you hate them."

"Aww, I'm glad you remember that detail about me," you replied with voice dripping in sarcasm. "Is that the only memorable thing about my presence?"

"Hm, dunno," a cheeky smile prompted you to scrunch your brows. "If you really want to know my answer, you'll have to fight me for it."

"Ha, yeah right. Your opinion of me has yet to have any emotional impact on me. I don't need to waste my energy to serve your...violent tendencies."

"Ouch," Childe grabbed at his chest and feigned offense. "Are you challenging me? 'Cuz if you are, I'm more than confident in my abilities to make women fall head-over-heels for me."

He had expected you to blush at his remark, but you instead rolled your eyes. "As if I'd fall for you now."

"'Now?'" He moved to block your exit with a hand against the wall. Childe practically towered over you, but then again, who didn't? You're so petite-- "Well well well, what does that mean, girlie?"

Feeling your face flush, you lightly pushed him out of the way before he could pick up on your fluster. "Nothing. Can we change the subject now?"

There was your readable nature; you'd never fool him for long. "As you wish," he obliged, seemingly satisfied with your supposed lack of an answer. "So, do you have any plans for the evening?"

"Tonight?" Your brows and nose scrunched up as you looked up at him. You had always met up during the day, and even then, it wouldn't be for long. It'd more or less be set up like Zhongli's meeting with Ajax the day you happened to tag along. "Not really...Why?"

"How 'bout a dinner date?"

"We're still on this train of thought? Enough with the jokes, Ajax!"

"Hey now, I'm serious."

It was a bit difficult to avert your eyes when he stared at you with such determination. "A 'date' sounds premature, don't you think? We've only recently reconnected and even then, we don't know each other very well. For all I know you could be planning to kill me in my apartment or something."

"Have it your way, then. How 'bout dinner without the date?"

"Now that, I can agree to."

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Despite your initial hesitance, you were the one that insisted on cooking and eating at your apartment with Ajax. The two of you met at Liuli Pavilion before walking back to your place that evening, with Childe being sure he was not recognized by the Fatui; they would surely come up to him and his cover would be blown. He couldn't afford to let you know he was a harbinger or at least, not until after he finds out where his missing men are and learns more about this hobby of yours according to Zhongli.

That was the excuse, anyway. Deep down he didn't want to lose the girl he called his best friend in his childhood years. You were the one that were in his precious memories, before he had fallen into the Abyss, when his innocence was in it's prime. Sure, you were both different now. Those childish antics were a thing of the past, and a grown woman stood in little Reed's place while a war-thirsty harbinger stood in his. You were a stranger to him now and it made him all the more determined to learn more about you--outside of his Fatui duties, of course. But what if you were involved with his men's disappearances? He'd have no choice but to take you out. These thoughts turmoiled his mind until you reached the door of your apartment.

"After you," you gestured before following him in.

"Nice place you got here." Childe eyed your small but tidy living quarters with care. A small kitchen lined the left wall, and a couch separated the kitchen area from the living space. Your bed cuddled the far wall next to the window that overlooked the main street of Liyue from the second floor. You shouldn't be letting strangers in so easily.

"It's small and cheap, but it gets the job done." You rummaged through the fridge and brought out a plethora of ingredients. Carrots, broth, chicken, potatoes--you'd start off with these first. Despite Childe's insistence that he'd do the cooking, you managed to compromise and cook side-by-side with him. That said, you weren't nearly as good of a cook as he was; that was probably the reason why he pushed so hard to be the sole chef tonight. This would be your chance to show how much you've changed over the years.

Childe joined your right and took a knife out from one of your drawers as if he had lived in your apartment with you all your life. After handing him a cutting board, he began to chop away at the carrots before placing them in a pot on the island counter behind you. He was secretly making a mental map of this place, trying to figure out where any clues would be hiding about his men. You spent your time peeling the potatoes before tossing them in with the carrots. It was quiet with your occasional humming of some tune Childe hadn't heard before and the clacking of knives against cutting boards.

Once the ingredients were set and everything was ready to be cooked, Childe turned to the stove. "Oh...You don't have any wood?" Something like this wouldn't do. How are you supposed to have a meal if you don't have a fire?

"Nope," you answered as if it was the obvious choice.

"Let me get this straight girlie," he moved next to you with his forearm resting on the cupboard above you. "You invite me over for a homecooked meal, and your stove isn't even functional? You really haven't changed all these years." His teasing attitude was almost immediately wiped off his face when he was met with your snarky expression.

"Like I said earlier, we're still getting to know one another." Your hand drifted down to your cardigan, and for a second, Childe misread what you were planning to do. You pulled the fabric away from your blouse and a pyro vision glinted from within it's inner pocket.

Something akin to delight lit up in his eyes. "So you do have a vision. Do you--"

"--'Do I fight?' No," you slid by him and put your hand against the metal pot. "I...choose to use it when it comes to food. Fire isn't something I want to play with." Childe was quick to notice the pain that flashed in your eyes but you had blinked it away the moment he recognized it. Your lips curled upward. "Funny though, isn't it? We have visions that are the opposite of each other! What're the odds of that?"

"Dunno," he shrugged, watching as the pot came to a boil within seconds of your hand touching it. You didn't so much as summon a flame.

"It'll be done in a few minutes. Feel free to make yourself at home."

Will do. Childe silently slid into the living room portion of your studio apartment, hands in his pockets and eyes narrowed like an eagle searching for its prey. His steps were light but firm, and he'd occasionally tap the hardwood floor with the toe-end of his boots to check for loose floorboards that might be hiding something--anything, really. Any dirt he can gather on you, he'd have to find it now. This might be his only chance, but seeing as how friendly and insistent you were to bring him over and show hospitality, it wouldn't be unlikely to be invited again.

He eyed an empty fireplace that sat opposite of the couch. It was empty and spotless; it's never been used, and you could go without it thanks to your pyro vision. A couple paintings were leaned up against the wall on top of the fireplace; they were no larger than his hand in size, but whoever the artist was possessed true talent. Three figures stood in the image: you, your mother whom he remembered meeting at some point, and your father.

If my memory serves me correctly, he died some point after I met Reed, Childe recalled as his fingers lightly trailed over the image. He doesn't remember you mentioning the man at all, even all those years ago...

Something drew his eyes to your neatly-made bed. You were an amateur just as Zhongli and the Fatui agents were able to gather. You wouldn't be hiding something under your bed, would you? He drew closer--

"Alright, dinner's ready."

Guess I'll check later. Childe smacked his signature smirk onto his face and blinded you with it.

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