#sometimes I'm like oh yeah I guess I could just take 5 minutes doing that

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

Harrison steps away from the mirror, presses a hand against his eyeball. He’s going to need another Tylenol. An Ibuprofen for the hell of it.

he's just like me fr

[whore-era]

1-800-GIRLS

☁︎ modern!ellie x sex-hotline-operator!reader, very small mention of dealer!ellie ☁︎ summary: where ellie dials the wrong number and meets you instead. ☁︎ warnings: contains smut! 18+ only. top/dom!ellie, bottom/sub!reader, mentions spitplay/breathplay/overstimulation, mentions sexual interactions with men, dirty talking, guided masturbation (r!recieving), use of fem nicknames (babygirl, sweet girl, pretty girl, pup, puppy) let me know if i missed anything else pls. ☁︎ a/n: i feel like this kinda sucked bc towards the end i kinda rushed it, but i couldn't shake this idea n knew i had to write it. hope u like it bbs<3 also thank u to my bestie @elskittie for helping me figure some things out w this fic ☁︎ word count: 4,463 ☁︎ 1-800-GIRLS part 2

phone call style story — reader is in italics, ellie is in bold.

monday, 12:45am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, hot stuff?

uhh.. i just wanted to order a pepperoni pizza..

oh yeah? you want something hot and ready? i have something hot and ready for you.

ummm..

you hear some shuffling in the background, "jess! i think you gave me the wrong number!" the person comes back on the line again.

this isn't papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

....do you want me to roleplay as papa tony's cheesy pizza place?

woah woah woah! roleplay?? who the fuck am i on the phone with?

this is sugar from 1-800-GIRLS.....a sex hotline...for you know? phone sex.

PHONE SEX?? you hear the girl's voice yell in the background, "jesse! you ass! you gave me the number to a phone sex hotline!"

"does she sound hot?"

"well yeah, but—"

hey, you do know it's $1 a minute right? you've been on the line for almost 5 minutes, babe.

HUHH?? hell no..ok thanks sugar bear, or whatever. bye!

the line clicks off, and you shrug. sitting back in your bed to continue watching your favorite netflix show. you feel your work phone vibrate again, the name flashing 'bobby', a regular who frequents the hotline.

sighing and picking up your phone and holding it to your ear, you take a bite from your sandwich as you answer your 15th call this evening, "thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you, big boy?"

tuesday, 2:12am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's sugar speaking. how can i help you tonight, cutie?

hey....sugar.. i just- er- wanted to apologize for yesterday. my buddy got your number confused with a pizza place we really wanted to try. didn't mean to sound rude last night.

it's no issue, babe. don't sweat about it.

.......

.......

soooo.... is that the only reason why you called?

ellie didn't want to admit that she was attracted to 'sugar's' voice and that she'd been thinking about it all day during class. but also, ellie was high as a fucking kite, which gave her the courage to even dial the number again anyways.

i— uh— well— how does this whole thing work?

what thing? the hotline?

yeah..

well, you call me, we have phone sex or talk or whatever, and then you hang up. again, it's a dollar a minute.

okay, okay, i get it. so we can just talk? about anything?

yeah, if you want to.

sick.

ellie takes another drag from her joint, before speaking again.

so, do you like doing this? being an operator or whatever?

you let out a laugh, which ellie caught.

specify what you mean by 'like'?

i mean— this is your job. do you enjoy doing it?

ehh...i guess.

c'mon. you can be honest with me.

well, being a sex hotline operator has it's downsides. obviously helping old men jack off gets a little weird sometimes — they have some unusual fetishes.

oh yeah? what's been the weirdest one so far?

uhhh..i have this one regular who has me pretend i'm a ghost. apparently, having sex with ghosts is a real turn on for him.

what the fuck. seriously?

mhm, it's true.

shit, dude....i don't think i could ever do what you do. i dunno how you can do it.

well when you have college tuition and rent to worry about, the downsides don't seem all that bad.

holy shit, you're in college? how old are you anyways?

19.

that's crazy. we're around the same age. i figured you were a bit older.

how 'bout you? how old are you?

21.

not bad not bad. you're way different from the clients i usually get.

yeah? how?

considering my usual clients are 40 to 60 year old men who are married with kids and have secret fetishes, i'd say you're out of my ballpark.

ellie laughs.

how do you know i'm not secretly an old, 57 year old man who's married to my wife janet with three kids? and i have a balloon fetish?

you let out a giggle, adjusting your sleep shorts as you lay back down on your bed, completely invested in your conversation with this girl.

well, how can i appease your balloon fantasies?

i'm just fuckin' with ya. definitely not a man and i have the more normal kinks and fetishes.

is that so? what are the 'normal' kinks and fetishes?

uhhhh....well i'm into bondage, i love tying girls up..i dunno, just seeing them open and vulnerable does something to me. i'm into breathplay, spitplay, overstimulation, and i'm definitely a dominant so—

all you could do was gape as the girl went on her tangent, listing off every kink she could think of. you gulped, suddenly getting a bit nervous from this topic of conversation. you were experienced in the field of phone sex, but actual sex was a totally different world you had no practice in.

so, how 'bout you sugar?

...uhhh....i'm a virgin actually.

the other girl went silent on the other side of the line.

what? but you work as a sex hotline operator.

oh yeah- but— hold on, i'm getting another call. i'll speak to you some other time.

you hung up and threw your work phone across your bed, laying your head down on your pillows. talking to men was so much easier for you, so why do you get all caught up when you talk to a girl?

it was nearly 3:30am, so you decided to turn in and call it a night, mentally preparing yourself for a busy day tomorrow.

wednesday, 11:45am

sitting next to professor adams, patiently waiting for the students to turn in their quizzes, you try to focus on the text of your 'philosophy 101' book.

you were grateful that professor adams gave you the opportunity to be his teacher's assistant for a little bit of extra cash, and you weren't complaining either. the tasks he gave you were easy for a mere $16 an hour. still, it wasn't enough to support all of your bills, so you couldn't drop the hotline gig.

"and time! everyone hand your quizzes in to my TA, regardless if you finished or not," professor announced. all the students shuffled towards the front, handing you their quizzes as you neatly put them in a small pile.

"ah shit— let me put the date on that," a girl, with a very familiar voice spoke. looking up, you're greeted with the most attractive girl you've seen in your life. she had brunette hair and green eyes, with a small scar on her right brow. was this..? no, it couldn't be. that would be insane.

handing you the paper, her hand brushes against yours. you look down at her quiz, seeing in messy, scribbled black ink the name ellie williams.

slinging her backpack on one arm, she heads out the door, "jesse! wait up for me!"

leaving you in a daze, you were completely speechless by the idea that one of your new, favorite clients from your nighttime job is actually a student at your university.

saturday, 1:45am → 1:14:34 ongoing call with 401-890-6798 (cranston, RI)

thanks, sugar. will be calling you again at the same time next week.

no problem, sir. goodnight. dream of me.

sure will, babygirl.

the line clicks as the older man hangs up, and you shudder a bit, feeling uncomfortable after having to roleplay as a ghost, again.

sighing heavily, you place your work phone on your desk and pick up your real phone, opening instagram and scrolling on your feed as you mindlessly snack on some gummy bears.

you double tap to like some of your friends pictures, wishing you were out at a party, drinking some lukewarm beer and dancing with your girls to the latest tiktok hits.

but instead you were cooped up in your apartment, dirty talking old men through their fantasies and bearing witness to their guttural groans and masturbation. it was a shame that friday and saturday nights were your busiest evenings.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you ponder for a moment, your finger hovering over the instagram search bar.

fuck it, you thought, typing 'ellie williams' and hitting search.

the username @_elliewilliams pops up, and bingo. it was the same girl from professor adams class.

luckily her profile was public, so you take your time carefully combing through her instagram account, mindful not to accidentally like her posts or anything.

ellie's feed consisted of smoking weed, eating out, and hanging with her friends, jesse and dina. there were only two selfies she had posted — one of her and an older gentleman and one mirror picture of her in a grey hoodie and a light brown canvas jacket that made her look so good.

the ringing from your work phone caught you off guard, causing you to jump in your chair and exit out of the instagram app. you take a look at the number, and speak of the devil, it was ellie herself. she was the only jackson number that ever contacted you.

saturday, 2:10am → incoming call from 307-222-4578 (jackson, WY)

thank you for calling 1-800-GIRLS, sugar speaking. what can i do for you, handsome?

hey, sugar. just wanted to apologize for how our last conversation went. i probably pushed a boundary or something— i'm not sure if you're supposed to talk about personal things with customers— so, i'm sorry.

you let out a soft laugh.

why is it when you call me, you're always apologizing?

'cause i'm a fuck up, that's why.

nooo, that's not true. besides, don't worry about it. your question just caught me off guard, you know? never had clients ask things about me before i guess.

ahh, gotcha. so...were you busy before i called?

you shake your head, even though she was on the phone and couldn't see you.

uh, not really. my line doesn't usually get busy until...12 midnight ish.. it slows down by like 2 am though. how about you? what are you up to this friday night?

i just got back home from a party. business was slow and it was getting boring, so i dipped.

business? what business?

ah— well—

ellie silently cursed to herself, not wanting to scare you away with her current occupation.

if i tell you what i do, promise you won't get freaked out or anything?

you're talking to a phone sex hotline operator. don't worry.

you can hear her laugh from the other end.

well, fuck it, cat's out of the bag. i deal weed on campus and shit.

ahhh. i like that. is that how you can afford the minutes you spend calling me?

yup. i can stay on the phone for hours if we wanted.

maybe you'll be my only customer.

i wouldn't complain.

speaking of customers, do you want me to save your number under a specific name or nickname or anything? since i'm assuming you're gonna be a regular?

trying to confirm if it was indeed ellie you were speaking with, you sat on the edge of your chair, anxiety building in your belly.

what nicknames do your clients usually pick?

uhhh. master, sir, king, mister, alpha— umm and daddy.

something stirred inside ellie hearing that last nickname roll off your tongue.

you could just put me down as ellie.

got it.

what do i call you? do i just keep calling you sugar?

well, you're a customer. you can call me anything you like, but, for formalities and privacy, i can only tell you my hotline nickname — sugar.

okay, okay, that makes sense. you're not really allowed to have any personal or close relationships with clients, huh?

no, not really. mostly for safety purposes.

ellie was a little disappointed to know that she wouldn't be able to get to know the girl she was talking to beyond calling on the phone. she already felt herself getting attached. your voice was alluring and enticing, and she couldn't help but want to hear it more, and possibly put a name and face to who it belonged to.

but, i could bend the rules a little if i really wanted to.

yeah? let's see about that.

saturday, 4:45 am → 2:43:03 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

oh my god! did you and your ex get caught??

you were enamored with ellie. the way she could keep a conversation going and the stories she told — you didn't wanna hang up.

no, no, no, luckily we hid behind a dumpsters before the cops could catch us. it's hilarious thinking about it now, but we were dumbass 18-year-olds back then.

you both were in fits of laughter, your belly aching and tears watering in the corners of your eye.

as you calmed down, you couldn't stop your mouth from asking a question that's been racking on your mind.

so, how long were you and your ex together?

uhhhh, about 2 years.

ohhh okay........are you seeing anyone right now?

ellie lets out a laugh, and you can hear her smile, even through the phone.

why? who's asking?

well, i was just— uhh—

i'm just fuckin' with you. nah, i'm not seein' anyone right now. single af.

okay, okay. good to know.

how 'bout you?

nope. i'm single too.

seriously?? how?

i dunno. just never found the right person i guess. also, working for this hotline has made me lose hope for relationships in general, some of these dudes call me and say all this stuff — while having a whole wife and family at home.

i think you're looking in the wrong place then. try talking to people at school or going out to parties—

can't. if i'm not doing homework or studying, i'm working and doing this. i gotta make a living somehow.

ellie couldn't help but feel bad, knowing if she could, she'd support you full time and take that weight off your shoulders.

hmm, maybe you'll meet someone who could support you and take care of your bills and stuff.

oh? where would i find that? sounds too good to be true.

maybe they're closer to you than you think.

your breath hitched in your throat, unsure of what to say next.

i— uh— i have to go. it's 5am.

oh— uh— yeah. of course. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

sunday, 11:37pm → incoming call from ellie (jackson, WY)

hey.

hey. where's your usual greeting?

you're not a usual customer, so i think we're past that now, ellie.

ellie's heart thumped in her chest hearing you say her name.

good. anyways, what are you up to tonight?

just studying for a quiz tomorrow morning. how about you?

smoking, just finished some homework.

what class was it for?

uhhh, just this calculus class.

you clamped your mouth shut, suppressing a gasp. it was for professor adams class.

....uhhh, i could never get calculus. it's so hard.

yeah? maybe one night i can tutor you.

i'd be a terrible student.

i think you'd be the perfect student. i can teach you, i got you.

you couldn't help but think there was another meaning behind her words, but you didn't want to jump to any conclusions. it would be embarrassing if you got her message all wrong.

what's your quiz on anyways?

energy transfer between cells, it's for biology.

i know a thing or two about that. here— why don't we do this, just explain to me what you know and we'll go from there.

okay, i can do that.

you and ellie spent the next two and a half hours talking about cell function and energy transfer and everything else in between, with her correcting you and adding in important things you missed.

alright, sugar, i think you're ready for this quiz tomorrow.

you think so?

i know so. you're such a smart girl.

there she goes again, praising you.

uh, th-thanks.

don't worry, okay? i know you'll do great.

a smile curls on your lips, flustered from all her support.

you should get some sleep, so you can be focused and ready for tomorrow.

m'kay. thank you, ellie, for all your help.

of course. always. goodnight, sugar.

goodnight, ellie.

monday, 5:32pm → 45:21 ongoing call with mister j (corpus christi, TX)

yeah, babe? you want me to fuck your tight ass?

mhm, yes mister.

c'mon. beg, sugar.

please. fuck my tight hole, mister j.

ah, hell.

you can hear his belt buckle clanging, and the soft buzz of a zipper.

what's wrong with 'ya tonight, sugar? you're bein' a real buzzkill, 'ya know that? fuckin' turnin' me off and makin' me soft.

i-i'm sorry, mister j. please, jus—

yea, yea, save it. we'll jus' try 'gain tomorrow.

the line clicks on the other end. tossing your work phone on your desk, you fall back on your bed and stuff your face in your pillow. weeping into the plush material, you let yourself fall apart and break down.

but your sobbing session is cut short as you can hear the familiar ring of your work phone.

wiping your tears, you walk over to your desk and answer.

monday, 5:45pm → 00:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

thanks for calling 1-800-GIRLS, it's suga-

woah, woah, woah are you crying?

e-ellie?

yeah, baby, it's me. sounds like you're crying. what's going on? talk to me.

today was just a really, really bad day and then i opened my hotline a little early and one of my first clients just lashed out on me because i wasn't responding the way he wanted me to and—

you sniffle.

— and i'm just really stressed out by everything going on in my life right now.

i'm sorry. i wish there was something i could do— someway i could comfort you or take the weight off.

i-it's fine, ellie. talking to you is making it a little better.

ellie was silent for a moment, thinking carefully and planning her next moves accordingly.

do you trust me?

....y-yea, of c-course. why?

i'm gonna help you ease the tension. okay?

okay.

first of all, where are you?

i-in my room, sitting at my desk.

okay. go lay down on your bed.

with your phone pressed to your ear, you pick up your legs and stride over to your bed, laying down on the fluffy, material of your blanket.

okay, i'm on my bed.

good. what are you wearing?

foreseeing the direction this phone call was heading in, apprehension builds in your stomach.

ellie, you really don't have to-

hey, i want to help you. if that's okay with you. if not, we could talk about something instead.

biting your lip, you fold.

i-i'm okay with it, but i-i've never— played with myself with a customer before. i don't really do anything with myself even when i'm not working anyways.

that's okay. don't think of me as a customer, think of me as a...teacher. i got you, remember?

okay.

good girl. now, what are you wearing?

uh.. a tank top and shorts.

cute. take them off.

gulping, you follow her orders, shimmying out of your top and shorts.

done?

mhm.

good. so obedient.

i want you to rub your boobs for me. rub your nipples, pull on them, just feel the skin under your hand for me, baby.

rubbing the soft skin along your breast, and tugging on your hardened nipples, you bite your lip, savoring the way your body feels under your touch.

how does it feel?

feels good.

bet it does.

ellie couldn't stop her mind from imagining you, on your bed, perfectly naked. and how she'd give everything up, just to sneak a peek.

now, i want you to just rub your hands against the sensitive parts of your body. be slow and gentle, we're not rushing anything.

as your hands drift from your neck, down to the hills of your breasts, and to the edge of your panties, ellie speaks through the line again.

doesn't it feel nice, baby?

mhm.

wish i could be there, to watch you, touching your pussy.

you instinctively clamp your thighs, feeling heat rush to your core.

alright, take your panties off. slowly.

you slowly peel the piece of material off, looking at the small, wet spot that formulated on your underwear.

okay, they're off.

such a good girl, following my every command.

you gulp, her nickname for you sending shivers up your spine.

slowly feel the skin on your legs. stroke your inner thighs, tease yourself a little.

hanging off on her every word, you let out a shaky breath, the heat in your cunt growing only bigger and bigger.

god, i wish i can be there to see this right now. bet you look so good, thighs spread apart, pussy all wet— all because of me.

i- i'm aching. i need more, ellie.

i know, baby, i know. i wish i can help you more. if it were up to me, i'd have you bent over your desk, taking you from the back. fuck.

your mind drifts to that image, of her fucking you, taking you as hers. a stream of your slick begins to leak out from your pussy. god, you wanted her so bad.

slide a finger between your pussy, baby. let me hear how wet you are.

spreading your thighs apart, the tip of your fingers slips in between the folds of your pussy lips, the slick sound of your wetness echoing throughout the room. loud enough for ellie to hear.

fuuuuuck.

i-

you tried to speak, but it comes out sounding like a pathetic whimper. ellie's brain was going insane, she couldn't believe where she had you, writhing from her mere words.

go ahead, pretty girl. rub slow circles on your clit.

the pads of your pointer and middle finger gently rub steady, figure 8's against your hardened nub. closing your eyes, you imagined ellie, and how it was her hand instead of yours. the thought had you panting, faint breaths releasing from your parted lips.

your pussy sounds so wet, holy shit. you sound so fucking good for me. so fucking perfect.

as your fingers continue massaging on your sopping, wet clit, a pool of wetness gathers right below your ass.

how does it feel, baby?

f-feels amazing, ellie.

you let out a low whimper.

i wish you were here.

me too, pup. me too.

you can hear her heavy breaths from the other end of the phone.

i wish i could be there, kissing your neck. trailing my lips down to suck on your nipples. fuuck, wanna taste every inch of your skin. i wanna feel your pussy tighten around my fingers.

you let out another pitiful moan, only to hear ellie curse under her breath again.

rub your pussy faster for me, angel. imagine it's me, pumping my fingers in and out. would daddy's pretty girl like that?

you couldn't respond. all you could let out was these weak whines, yearning for ellie and her touch. you added a third finger, building onto the pressure and picking up the speed.

your moans sound so pretty. wonder how'd they sound when you're taking my strap. gonna have you cry out my name, yeah? isn't that right?

mhm, yes, daddy.

good. that's what daddy likes to hear, such a polite girl.

with your eyes rolling back, you could feel your orgasm building.

i-i'm gonna— ellie, i—

you gonna cum for me, puppy? huh? c'mon, rub faster, baby. i know you have a little bit more left in you.

your fingers speed up, the sound of your wetness gushing out reverberated in ellie's ear.

oh my god, daddy can i? please? can i—

arching your back, you knew you were close. the feeling was getting to be too much and you were about to fall over the edge.

look at my baby, so respectful and asking permission. come on, pretty puppy. cum for daddy. let daddy hear how good she made you feel.

that was it. letting out a penetrating moan, you rode your orgasm out and finished all over your fingers, making a mess. you were heaving, chest rapidly rising and falling.

god, i made a mess.

oh, yeah? do one more thing for me. suck your fingers clean. puppies clean up their messes.

monday, 8:57pm → 3:01:32 ongoing call with ellie (jackson, WY)

after your little self-care session with ellie, she took it upon herself to get your mind off of today's events, filling your conversation with stories and interesting topics.

oh, forgot to ask, what'd you end up getting on that biology quiz?

ughhh, i got a 65 out of 100. one of the reasons why i was so upset today.

seriously? how?

i don't know! i asked professor gonzalez and she told me that i was focusing on the wrong thi-

wait, did you just say professor gonzalez? holy shit, you're taking biology 201 with professor g? do you fucking go to school at university of wyoming? in jackson?

oh shit, you didn't mean for that to slip out.

i— uh— i have to go—

wait! sugar! please. hear me out.

you stay silent, waiting for what she had to say.

if we really do go to the same campus, please, let's meet up. i really want to see you.

.....why?

i just— i love talking to you. spending hours with you on the phone is what i look forward to when i get home. besides, i really want to take you out, on a date.

you bit your lip, unsure of what to say.

listen, if you want to see me too, meet me at the library in building B, by the comic book section. okay? tomorrow at 1pm.

....

i really hope you come.

the line clicks off, and you spend the rest of the night restless, tossing and turning, debating whether or not to see her tomorrow.

tuesday, 2:50pm

ellie eagerly checked her phone again, bouncing her knee in distress. her mind was running rampant — fuck, she's not gonna come. maybe jesse was right. maybe i was wasting my time.

looking up for the 80th time, she scans the comic book section, seeing no one else but some dude with his face buried in a wonder woman comic.

as ellie gets up from her chair, she turns her head, and she freezes.

there you were, looking like an angel who entered from the garden of eden. ellie's heart sped up, seeing her girl standing before her. you were everything she could've imagined and better.

walking slowly towards the brunette, you brush a piece of hair from your face, and smile meekly.

"hi ellie, it's me."

pls let me know how this fic was, i tried out a new writing style & read pt 2 here <3

[zorrasucia]

Teach Me Tonight - Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Deleted Scene] Part 4: [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Deleted Scene] [Part 8]

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (4k)

Tags: Smut, Set sometime after the opening of The Bear, Porn with a little plot, Virgin!Carmy, Sex Toys, P in V sex, Mutual Masturbation, Bondage but they're really tame about it, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Summary: Carmy's eyebrows arched in surprise once he saw the contents of the box, accompanied by a pink colored brochure with more options of toys, and big, bold slogans about thrusting and G spots. "Oh. That's intense," he said, not repulsed but definitely taken aback.

A couple of boxes had arrived at the store early in the morning. You were sorting their contents when Carmy walked in through the back door.

"I'll be with you in a minute, babe," you said, leaving a peck on Carmy's cheek.

"Take your time," Carmy eyed the new merch, his tattooed fingers running over the wool of a blue sweater - one you had picked out for his Christmas present knowing it would make his eyes look stunning. You bit your bottom lip to contain a satisfied smile.

"What's this one? Jewelry?" 

When you turned around, Carmy was holding a small cardboard box, shaking it lightly by his ear. Your heart started racing when you realized what it was.

"Um, actually, that's a surprise," you cleared your throat. "For you. Well us. But we'll open it later, okay?"

"Now I'm curious," he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away from the counter and closer to him. You ran your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. 

"Well, if you weren't so damn nosy..." you said playfully.

"Fuck off," he said without bite. "You like my nose."

You nuzzled against it, then kissed him sweetly. 

"I do," you admitted. "Now come on, I'll see you tonight."

He left begrudgingly, but not before he gave you a bruising kiss. 

~

When Carmy arrived home, you took him to the bedroom and placed the cardboard box on his lap. He smirked. While he was opening it, you started getting nervous and second-guessing yourself. Men could get very defensive when it came to sex toys.

"This isn't, like, a jab or anything," you said quickly. "It's just something new to try for fun, you know?"

You didn't lack novelty in the bedroom. Maybe it was because Carmy was new to sex but he was willing to try most things. You had to squeeze your thighs at the memory of him fucking you against the bathroom wall, angled precisely so you could both see your reflection in the mirror as he buried himself deep inside you.

Carmy's eyebrows arched in surprise once he saw the contents of the box, accompanied by a pink colored brochure with more options of toys, and big, bold slogans about thrusting and G spots. 

"Oh. That's intense," he said, not repulsed but definitely taken aback.

"So I didn't know what you'd like, I'm guessing you don't know either," Carmy hummed in agreement. "So, uh, I bought a couple of things I wanted to try. You can choose next time, if you want," you offered sheepishly, taking out one of the two gifts you had ordered and handing it to Carmy. 

"It's a ring," he said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he felt it buzz on his palm. "And that's-"

"A vibrator, uh, for me... It's got a remote and everything so you can, uh, you know, control it too," you had seen the way Carmy's eyes darkened when he made you come before he did. It was that selflessness you loved but also something hungry and dark that made your knees buckle. "That is if you want..."

"Jesus, yes!" Carmy replied, flustered.

"Okay," you sighed with relief and grinned. "Okay! And, uh, if we like it, you can pick the next one."

"I'd like that," Carmy took a quick look at the brochure, slightly less intimidated than when he had just opened the box. "Just a quick question," he stared at the section dedicated to rabbits and dildos. "That goes inside you?"

You laughed. "Yeah, I thought it was pretty self explanatory."

He chuckled and covered his face, probably the reddest you had ever seen him. "No, yeah, I know. It's just- Does it, you know, fit?"

You took the brochure from his hands and squinted to see the measurements. 

"It's not that much bigger than your cock, Carm." you flirted. 

"Really?"

"Really," you knelt next to him on the mattress, a hand on his upper thigh and your lips ghosting over his ear. "So..."

"Uh- can I watch?" he asked, his voice quiet as he handed you the smooth vibrator. "Just for a little while. Then, I'd like to try that," he pointed at the remote, a little quiver in his voice. 

It was thrilling, knowing he desired you and your pleasure that much.

"Yes."

He started kissing and undressing you, hands kneading on your ass and thighs, lips kissing your chest. Once he got rid of your jeans he looked up at you expectantly.

You placed the vibrator over your underwear, teasing with the lowest setting, going around your whole pussy, feeling yourself get wet as you stared into Carmy's eyes - he licked his lips. You nudged your underwear lower and lower, halfway down your thighs, clicking the vibrator one notch harder. 

"Oh," you moaned and arched your back, something red and hot boiling in your veins. 

Carmy's hands caressed the inside of your legs and thighs, taking your underwear off completely, opening you wide. "Can I?"

You handed him the controller, your heart racing. His fingers hovered over the buttons.

"Be nice," you pleaded - though a secret part of you wanted to see how bad he could actually be. If his dark eyes were any indication he was toeing that line between loving and feral that made sex with him so delicious. "Actually, no. Don't be nice. Just have fun with it," you let out a breathy laugh. 

"Let me know if you don't like something, anything," he asked softly.

"Yeah," you exhaled. 

"Okay," he turned it up for a moment and then turned it off. You let out a needy whine. He kissed the inside of your calf, soothing. "I want it to last. You look so good, sound so good."

He went back to teasing, then slowly to a rhythm that made you roll your eyes and hips, and just to the edge of your release and back down. 

You let out a frustrated noise, desperate as you ground against the now perfectly still vibrator. 

"I can't believe you're edging me without me teaching you what that is," you complained half-heartedly, wiping beads of sweat from your forehead. 

Carmy was giving you a moment to catch your breath while he undressed, staring at you hungrily the whole time. His cock was hard and leaking in his boxer briefs.  

"You're so good," he said softly, sitting back in front of you, turning the vibrator back on, up and up, making you writhe against the sheets and moan loudly. Your jaw was slack and your free hand was grabbing at the sheets. "My good girl," he said, ears pricked up for the drawn out moan he knew would follow.

"Please, please," you met his eyes. "Please."

"Good girl," he repeated, going up a notch and watching you come, legs shaking and high-pitched screams leaving your lips. Your hips thrust with a will of their own as you rode it out, trembling with pleasure. Carmy's eyes were on you as you started breathing normally again and took the vibrator off your clit.

"Shit," you sighed. Your fingers grazed over your hard nipples, finding electricity wherever you touched. You would need a little while to be functional again. 

"D'you like it?" you mumbled, eyes half-lidded.

"Did I like it?" Carmy repeated then moved on top of you, strong arms holding him up as he kissed you senseless. His curls had become loose and they tickled your forehead. "I loved it so fucking much. So much."

He kissed the side of your face vehemently, like a man starved and you hummed contentedly. He ground into your hips a little.

"Give me a minute," you said softly. You were definitely wet enough to do just about anything Carmy could want but the world was still spinning a little. "I'll fuck you in a second," you joked breathily.

"Sorry," he chuckled into your neck. "Be right back," he kissed your temple and padded out of the room. 

He returned with a glass of water and condoms. 

"My hero," you teased, drinking eagerly while you watched him take off his boxers and pump himself a couple of times. The sight made you wetter if that was even possible - the prospect of fucking Carmy making you wild with need. "Your turn. Put that condom on," you said, reaching over for the cock ring.

"Oh," Carmy frowned once the toy was on him. "Feels weird."

"Bad weird?" you asked.

"Weird weird," he laughed, moving awkwardly to turn it on. "Fuck, never mind," he exhaled, eyes rolling back. 

You caressed him - his shoulders, his chest. "Too much?" you asked after a moment of him being very still and quiet.

"No, it's good, it's good," he replied dreamily, going back to his place above you, lowering himself into your pussy. You moaned loudly at the immediate feeling of fullness, the easy glide of his cock inside you, and the vibration against your clit. 

"Fuck, that's perfect," he slurred, overwhelmed. His brow furrowed in concentration as he was overcome with pleasure. "Shit. I can't move," he admitted. 

"Wanna switch?" you offered gently.

"Yes. Yes, please. Fuck," he pulled out of you, falling on the mattress, that same stunned expression returning to his face as you lowered yourself on his cock.

"Shit," you keened. The angle made the ring hit exactly on the perfect spot of your clit, your thighs were shaking and you hadn't even begun to ride him. "I'm not going to last, Carm."

"Neither am I," there was a sense of relief as he said it and chuckled. His hands squeezed at your hips with desperation. "Please."

You started moving back and forth, making Carmy squeeze his eyes shut, his breath coming in heavy exhales as you let out needy noises. 

"Holy fucking shit," he said, finally opening his eyes, following your breasts as they bounced up and down while you rode him harder and harder. 

"You're ruining me," he managed, his hand reaching for yours, calloused fingers keeping you grounded. "Ruining me completely."

You couldn't speak; every coherent thought was replaced with Carmy - his face, his voice, his tattoos, his smell, his body... 

You felt him growing tense underneath you, his muscles taut as his cock twitched inside you. You could hear Carmy panting and growling, his chest rising quickly under your palms. Exhausted, you stopped riding him and leant forwards, into Carmy's chest and open arms, your pussy directly on the cock ring. 

"Oh my- Oh my God," you gasped and trembled through a blinding orgasm while Carmy held you tight. Everything was white and hot and your ears were buzzing. You kept rutting into his hips, shaking with ecstasy for what felt like a very long time. Carmy's hands went from your spine down your ass and back up, then gently caressed the curve of your waist. 

After a while you winced at the vibration underneath you. Carmy rolled you to your side, sliding his softening cock out of you. You saw him take off the ring and discard the condom in a haze. 

"You okay?" he asked. His eyes were back to that soft, blue worry you loved so much. You cupped the side of his face.

"I'm perfect," you replied, out of breath. "You?"

"I'm good," he smiled. "That was-"

"Amazing," you supplied.

"I was going to say fucking insane but amazing works."

You giggled into his shoulder. He took your hand and held it close to his chest. You could feel his pulse still racing. 

~

The walk to Carmy's apartment was more quiet than usual. His arm was around you, warm but a little tense. 

"You okay?" you asked, raising your hand to interlock with his. 

"Yeah," he exhaled, "can't wait to get home is all."

You leaned deeper into his side. "Bad day?"

Carmy let out a chuckle. "Actually it was fine," he cleared his throat. "No, I got something in the mail this morning."

"Okay," you waited but he didn't say anything else. You stared as he got the keys out and opened the door.

You walked in, and as soon as the door closed, he started kissing your neck, hugging you from behind, breathing heavily into your hair.

"What's gotten into you?" you giggled, turning around to return his kisses, pressing against him greedily.

"Can you stay the night?" he asked instead.

"Of course, yeah," you replied against his lips. You practically lived there but he was always nice enough to ask when sex might be on the table. 

"Good," he sighed, his forehead to yours. 

He swayed you both slowly to the couch. On the coffee table there was a package. 

"Open it," he said with a faint smile, fingers tapping nervously on his knee. 

"Is this-?" you arched your eyebrow. He nodded.

Carmy hadn't taken you on the offer to let him pick your next toys... Until now, it seemed.

You rummaged through the box and touched metal and leather. Handcuffs. You had never fantasized about being tied up but you could be persuaded - maybe. You studied them in the light, they seemed sturdy and there was padding to stop you from getting hurt. Still...

"We'll have to talk about this, Carm. I trust you.  Completely. It's just-" you started, watching him tilt his head in confusion as you talked. 

"Oh, no. I mean, we can definitely talk about it," he said gently, "but those are for me."

You stared at him with wide eyes, something warm settling inside your belly. 

"Is that okay?" he asked when you were quiet for a moment too long. 

You pictured him, toned arms above his head, pupils dilated, writhing on the bed as you had your way with him...

"Yeah," you replied breathily. "That would be- fuck- I think I would be into that."

He smiled. 

"This one's for you," he said then, handing you a pink rabbit vibrator. You recognized it as the one Carmy had asked about weeks ago - it was bigger than him but only a little. "I don't know how it works exactly but, uh-"

You tested a few of the buttons and found the vibration settings for the dildo and the clit bit. You were already biting on your lip at the thought of using it when you found out the dildo moved on its own.

"Shit," you said.

"It can fuck you," Carmy added, his voice low. 

Your mind started racing at the prospect of having the toy inside you while you sucked Carmy off. Something to think about for later. 

"Do you, uh, do you have anything planned for tonight?" you asked. 

"Uh, kind of," he hesitated. 

"Tell me."

Carmy loved having a plan. You closed your thighs in anticipation. 

"I want you to cuff me to the bed."

"Okay." Pretty straightforward.

He gestured at the vibrator. "And I want you to fuck yourself with it. I want you to enjoy yourself and cum as many times as you want. And I want to watch."

Your throat went dry at his confident delivery. When you had started fucking Carmy, what felt like ages ago, he was the one blushing at things, going along with the plan. This was different - he was telling you what he wanted, he was in charge. Even if he wasn't going to be able to touch you. 

"How will you-?"

"Cum?" Carmy ended for you.

"Well, yeah. I want you to enjoy yourself too, Carm." You loved the plan so far but you weren't sure it was a fair deal.

"That's what you're worried about?" he asked incredulously. "I don't think you know the effect you have on me. The times I've had to stop myself from enjoying too much when I hear you or see you while we fuck," your stomach fluttered. He wasn't always so open. It felt like you had stumbled into something very intimate, except he had taken you there willingly. "Baby, I'll be fine."

You got closer to him. You didn't really know what to say in return so you just caressed him, his face, his hair, his shoulders. You searched for his eyes and found something fierce, something so like love...

"Tell you what," he said after a while. "If I haven't finished by the time you want to untie me, we can fuck and call it even?"

It seemed almost silly, to have him offer that, like you were haggling, like he was appeasing you, but you agreed nevertheless. 

"Deal," you gave him a little peck to settle it. "I still think I'm fucking scamming you but whatever." 

That made him chuckle. 

"Come on," he pressed another kiss on your lips and started walking to the bedroom, his silhouette undressing beckoning you like a siren's song. 

You found him shirtless, laying on his back, his jeans half unbuttoned. 

"Fuck," you said softly, your hands fidgeting with the handcuffs. "Are we doing safe words and shit?"

"Sounds like a good idea," he agreed.

"We can do green, yellow and red, you know? Green if everything is fine, red if you want me to stop and untie you," you had read about it ages ago, probably in Cosmo magazine or some shit like that but it was better than nothing.

Carmy nodded and offered his wrists to you. 

You bit your lip in concentration as you tightened the right cuff. "Yeah?"

"A little tighter," Carmy said. His Adam's apple bobbed when you pulled on the strap. "Mhmm, that feels better."

You secured the chain to the bed, your heart racing all the while. 

"Hey, you okay?" Carmy asked, his blue eyes searching for yours. You realized your hands were shaking. 

"Nervous," you admitted. "Never done this before."

Carmy used his free hand to cup your face. "Bad nervous? We can stop right now." 

You leaned into his touch - he was warm. 

"Good nervous, I think," your underwear was damp from you talking about it, you had to at least give it a go. "I'll tell you if it gets too much."

Saying that, you kissed his palm and secured the left cuff. 

You started undressing, there, sat by Carmy. His eyes followed every move. You stared right back - the strain on his arms, the tiny wrinkle between his eyebrows, his soft mouth agape. He looked beautiful, straight out of a painting, except he was breathing heavily. He shivered when your cardigan  grazed his skin as you threw it out of the way.

You stopped at your bra, then discarded your boots and jeans. The vibrator was on the other side of the bed, so you leaned over Carmy to reach it, your hair tickling at his stomach. He hummed.

You leaned in to kiss him: hot, full of tongue, then stopped and moved out of his reach. 

"Like that," he said softly, some reassurance that this was exactly what he wanted. You smiled and turned the vibration on. 

You moved it over your body, on your stomach, over the inside of your thighs. You were taking your sweet time. You took off your bra and caressed your nipples with the tip of it, a drowned out moan leaving your lips.

"Yes," Carmy said, his voice was close to that feral growl that made you curl your toes.

Finally, you placed it between your legs.

"Fuck," you hummed, getting rid of your underwear as quickly as you could, wetting the toy with your arousal. Carmy probably had lube on his bedside table but you didn't want to move, not when he was looking at you like that. His eyes were wide open and you knew that if he wasn't tied up he would be on top of you already, pounding into your pussy hard and fast. You bit your lip - you wanted it. 

You shifted on the mattress until you were in full display in front of him and aligned the toy with your entrance. 

"Eyes on me," Carmy said, his voice hoarse. A shiver went down your body. You got that delicious fullness while looking at Carmy; it felt right and good.

Once the dildo was inside you, it all became a blur. You let yourself lose control, selfishly seeking your pleasure. You got even more turned on by the sight of Carmy tied up, arms flexing.

"Is this what you want?" you said between gasps, searching the blue of his eyes, feeling your first orgasm approaching rapidly. "Oh, fuck, fuck- Carmy..."

You drew out his name into a moan, one hand pushing the dildo into you, the other playing with your nipples. You kept going, staring at him, the delicious V of his stomach as he thrust his hips into nothing. 

"Pleeeease," he keened. He was desperate, his neck strained when he arched into the bed. 

The room was hot, filled with sweat and moans from the two of you. You came and you muffled the cry that followed into your forearm.

"Let me hear you," Carmy asked with urgency once it was over. "Please, come again and let me hear you."

You climbed up the bed and gave him the sloppiest kiss, drunk with pleasure, licking into his mouth. 

"Yes, anything you want," you said, your lips on the side of his face. Then, you leaned back, just out of his reach, and started thrusting against the dildo, there, still straddling his torso, making a mess of arousal and sweat on his abs. You could feel the rhythm of him fucking into nothing just behind you. Your moans came almost in unison.

"You look so beautiful, so beautiful," he mumbled, his eyes glassy.

You went quicker, emboldened by his praise, feeling your pussy flutter against the dildo. "I feel so good."

"Cum, baby, please," he blurted out. 

And you did. And you kept going. Your moans turned into whines and then quiet sobs as the orgasm went on and on. You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed.

"You're doing so good," you could hear Carmy through a fog of lust. "Sound so beautiful. I could die here, I swear..."

Slowly, the waves of pleasure became gentler, the vibration inside you just a soft hum, and you opened your eyes to Carmy's bessoted face. He stared like you were a beautiful work of art or a stunning sunset. It was everything.

You leaned forward, kissing his face, licking the salt off his skin, running your hands up his muscular arms, moaning softly as you took the dildo out.

"Did you finish?" you slurred into his ear. 

"It doesn't matter," he said earnestly, his tone soft.

And you smiled, kissing the side of his face, less lust drunk and more devoted as you went. You left kisses on every tattoo you could find. You loved him so much. 

"Can I touch you? Please," you begged.

"Yeah," he exhaled into your hair.

You reached down, between your legs, under his jeans and boxers, and started caressing his cock. It was tenting his clothes and leaking with precum. 

"You're so hard, Carm," you whispered. "You've been so good. Let me take care of you."

He groaned at your gentle touch. 

"Baby..."

"Carmy," you called, your free hand caressing his chest, lightly pinching his nipple.

"Oh, fuck," his jaw went slack. "Keep doing that."

You slid downwards, started kissing on his chest, licking at his nipples, and raking your nails down his ribs. 

"Jesus, fuck!" he thrust into your hand forcefully and shook the chain of the handcuffs. "Take these off. Please. Jesus."

You straightened up and stopped touching him, making him whine in response.

"You sure?" you asked.

"Yes! Red or whatever the fuck we said," he panted. "I need to hold you."

You freed him from the handcuffs as fast as you could. Once the first one was off, he rushed to help you, throwing them across the bedroom when he was done. 

"Thank fuck!" he said and immediately brought you down to hold you close, lying back with you on top. 

He kissed you hungrily, tongue first, mouth open. He ran his hands up your spine, squeezed your ass, caressed your legs, worshipping every inch of skin he could touch. You went back to pumping his cock, grinding into his jeans, your forearm grazing on your pussy and sending little shocks of pleasure as you went.

"Fuck," he moaned into your mouth. "I'm so fucking in love with you. Love you so fucking much."

"I love you. I love you," you said right back. 

Your hand pumped faster and faster, he was close. 

You made him lose control with one nipple in your mouth and the other held tight in your free hand.

"Son of a bitch," he cursed and came in his stomach and your hand. You kissed his chest one last time.

"That's new," you said, pumping his cock a couple of more times then letting go. You settled next to him on the bed, wiped your hand on the bedsheets and made yourself comfortable on his pillow.

"What is?" Carmy asked, breathless.

"You don't say 'son of a bitch'. You're more of a 'jesus christ' and 'fuck' kind of guy," you said smiling.

Carmy chuckled. "Yeah, you're right."

"And," you emphasized, "you like nipple play."

"I didn't know that about myself either," he exhaled. He turned on his side to have a better view of you. He was sweaty and gorgeous. You held his hand in between the mess of sheets you had both made. 

"I can't believe I was right about you," you said after what felt like a long time. Carmy was only half awake by now.

"Mmm?" Carmy rubbed your knuckles, soothing.

"You do like kinky shit."

He hid a sleepy grin behind his hand and brought you closer. 

"Fuck off," he said into your hair, sweetly, the rhythm of his breath lulling you to sleep.

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[Part 5]

[melanieph321]

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Thick Part 7/8

Ugh, it just gets worse and worse 😭

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Kenan and Reader share the same high school friend group. As graduation is near, Reader sets out to pass her drivers license test but ultimately struggles to. Thankfully Readers friends agree to help her with driving lessons and take turns doing so. It is during one of Rader's lessons that it becomes clear that Kenan likes her. A chock to Reader, who has a crush on someone else in their friend group.

Enjoy!

Kenan didn't come to school the first week after the party. Nor the second week or the third week. To be honest, Kenan stopped showing up to school altogether, making you feel like the shittiest human being in the world.

"We didn't want to tell you at first, but the rumor is that he's dropped out of school completely."

"Dropped out?" You cried. "Why would he do that?"

Maria and Rebecca crossed your room to join you on your bed. "Oh, sweetie. Don't cry." Maria wrapped her arms around you, bringing your head to rest against her chest. "I'm sure it's not your fault. Kenan has always seemed like high school wasn't something for him."

"Yeah, he has football now." Rebecca, second. "I guess the only reason he kept coming was to see....you."

"Me?"

"Fuck, sorry I didn't..."

Maria sighed. You squinted your eyes and went back to crying ugly tears. You had done so for the past week after finding out that Kenan blocked you on all his socials and left every single one of your text messages on read.

Moving on was the hardest thing to do. However, it was necessary in order to focus on what lies ahead. The months went by quicker than any of you could comprehend. Soon, the semester was over, with the summer holidays approaching, as well as your driver's test. It was important for you to pass the test on the day it was due. Having to do it over again could mean you'd have to wait until autumn to get another shot, which meant no road trip to Bari with your friends.

"Remember, even if it feels unnecessary extensively, check your mirrors every other minute." Gio advised, as he so generously drove you to the carpark where you'd meet up with your driving instructor.

"I'm going to fail. I know it."

"Hey, look at me."

Your head shifted reluctantly. 

"You're going to do great." He nodded. "Just try to relax and perhaps enjoy the ride?"

"Enjoy the ride?"

"Yes, just enjoy the ride, Y/N."

You inhaled deeply. "I will enjoy the ride."

"You're going to do great."

"Thanks, Gio. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you guys for everything you've done."

"How about you just focus on passing the test? " He smiled. However, that smile quickly faded with the look on your face. "Hey, hey. Don't cry."

You had no control over them. The tears flooded unwillingly. Gio pulled you into a tight hug, letting you cry it out in his arms.

"Hey. Even though he won't admit it, I know that Kenan is proud of you, too, and wishes you nothing but the best of luck today."

"Have you told him about the test?" You sniffled. Out of the four of you, Gio had been the main person to talk to Kenan, sometimes visiting him at his house. Luca had tried to do the same, as well as explain your side of the story to Kenan. That the kiss was all a misunderstanding, a heat of the moment sort of thing that you would all laugh about in twenty years from now. However, Kenan refused to let anyone in, except for Gio, of course.

"Everything is going to be alright, trust me." He said, rocking you in his arms.

"You promise?"

A soft kiss was planted on top of your head, and for someone as thick as Gio, you had to admit that he was damn good at comforting people. Perhaps that's why he and Maria were so good together. They were truly each other's opposite. However, the size of their hearts was undoubtedly the same.

With the help from Gio, you were able to step out onto the car park and meet up with your driving instructor. After going through the required inspection of the car, you hopped in and drove off. An hour later, you stood at the door of Kenan house, having just rung the doorbell. You stood with your certificate in hand, the certificate saying that you had officially passed your driver's license test.

"Y/N?" Kenan's eyes widened at the sight of you.

You were surprised to see him too. He looked so different, so tired. He had bags under his eyes and looked to have just gotten out of bed.

"I'm sorry,  did I wake you? Were you taking a nap?" 

"No it's....I wasn't."

"Oh, okay."

Silence fell, an awkward kind, which broke your heart.

"So, I passed my driver's test." You pulled out the certificate, holding it up before you.

"You did, Y/N, that's...." Kenan's eyes lit up. However, it quickly dawned on him not to get too excited. "That's great, Y/N, really." He said, clearing his throat. "I'm happy for you."

"Are you? You don't sound happy for me."

He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You felt your heart raise with everything you wished to say since your last encounter at the party. Everything you wanted to say since Kenan stopped coming to school and stopped answering your calls or texts. However, with your rising temper, you took a deep breath, preventing yourself from lashing out at him.

"I guess what I meant to say was thank you." You nodded. "Thank you for teaching me how to drive and not fear the roundabouts in town. Thank you for letting me drive your car without having to pay for gas." Rebecca never let you do that. "....thank you for always picking me up after school even though I know that you were tired from a day's training with Juventus. And thank you...." Your voice broke, tears running down your cheeks.

"Y/N." A reflex. Kenan stepped up to you and was quick to wipe your cheeks with his thumb, cupping the side of your face with his hand. "Don't cry." He whispered.

Your eyes were glossy, gazing at the man that stood before you. Not the boy you initially thought that he was. No, Kenan was a man, the most loving man you had ever met.

"Kenan I..." You made the effort to thank him once more. But before the words left your mouth, Kenan's face had closed in on yours, your lips colliding into a passionate kiss.

He kissed you shamelessly, your tongues dancing to the movement of your lips. Another hand went to the side of your face, Kenan, eager to have you, to taste you. The world around you simply disappeared, morphing you into a space in time where only the two of you existed.

"I love you." The words escaped your mouth almost immediately after Kenan fell back two steps. His face was flushed, cheeks red. Like you, the kiss was unexpected, yet, well anticipated.

"I know." He nodded. "I love you too."

Your stomach flared with heat. A thousand butterflies erupting into song.

"But what you did was fucked up, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to trust you again."

The ground below you must have caved in. A dark veil draped before your eyes when he said those words. "Kenan, I'm so so sorry...."

"Save it." He said and backed away to stand in the doorway again. The newfound distance between you was simply heartbreaking. "Everyone knows that you have feelings, Luca. A part of me accepted that this might always be the case. However, with time.....the more I got to know you and the more you got to know me, I thought that your feelings would be stronger….for 6 is. I guess I was wrong."

"You weren't!" You blurred out. "You weren't Kenan. My feelings for you are stronger, I don't even like Luca anymore."

"Because he has a girlfriend. But as soon as they show any signs of dislocation, I bet you'll be quick to wrong back to him."

"I won't, Kenan please." You were crying again. But this time Kenan remained in the doorway. Although he looked to fight himself not to give into your tears. 

"It's getting late. I have training tomorrow."

"Kenan, please." Your heart ripped as his hand reached for the door handle. This couldn't be the end. It just couldn't be.

"I don't blame you for having feelings for Luca. You were quite upfront about that." Kenan regarded you with sorrowful eyes, and for the first time, perhaps you understood how much that kiss between you and Luca had done to him. "Why did you have to make me fall in love with you?"

"Kenan, please, I...."

The door slammed shut in your face. But not before you could see it, the trembling of his lips and the heartfelt tears welling up in Kenan's eyes.

Oh, how you fucked up.

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[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Shower Swap

After eating a good breakfast, I began my leg stretches. They always say it's the most important thing to do before you go on your daily run, and I agree; pulling a muscle hurts like hell. I made sure each and every muscle was loosened up enough, then took one good look at myself in the mirror before getting my shoes on. Man, I really do look good. 

My route goes around the neighborhood, and I usually see somebody I know, so it's important to look good while I exercise. I used to wear a shirt back when I had no visible muscle, but now that I do, I want the whole world to see my sexy abs. 

I walked outside, put my earbuds in, and started my run. My ultimate goal is to get to a 5 minute mile time. It seems so close yet so far, but I'm a go-getter and I'm not giving up until I achieve it. I ran past a few people - a couple of my neighbors, a few kids playing in the streets, but most importantly, my crush Ben, who was also running. He's so hot! He has the cutest little smile that can easily turn into the sexiest smirk. Even though I look the part, inside I'm really just a shy guy. He caught up behind me, until we were running side by side.

"Hey Cameron, looking good!" He said to me between breaths.

"H-hey Ben. Same to you. Nice run huh?"

"Yeah man, you got a goal?"

"Oh uh 5 minute mile time is nice."

"5 minutes?! That's pretty steep!" You got this though. Don't give up!"

"Thanks!"

"Hey so you wanna hang out later?" All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. I started coughing and had to stop. Ben immediately stopped as well.

"Hey, hey! Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah, just a bug flew into my mouth I guess, haha."

"Haha, you're pretty funny."

"And uh-yeah, we can hang. You can stop by my house later if you want."

"Cool! See you then!" We started running again but parted ways shortly as my route curved to the right, while he went to the left. I can't believe that happened! Is this a date?! I'm so excited, but nervous…

I arrived at my house, full of sweat, and immediately headed upstairs to the bathroom next to my room, only to find the shower was already occupied. I walked in, annoyed and confused as to why my dad was using it. I could see the outline of his gross obese body through the curtain.

"Dad?"

His head peeked out from the side. 

"Hey Cam, what’s up?"

"Why the hell are you in my shower?" 

"Hot water broke in the one downstairs or something."

"Doesn't give you permission to use my shower."

"Boy, you're lucky enough that I'm letting you stay here for the summer between college semesters. Lots of parents don't let their kids back in. My house, my rules."

"Whatever." I don't hate my dad, but he gets on my nerves a lot. Especially when he eats a load of food in front of me. Sometimes I swear he does it on purpose because he's trying to rub it in that I can't eat that much in order to maintain my body. I especially hate when he seems cool one moment, but then changes his tone, acting like a regular parent.

I had to wash up after a long run like that so I decided to head to his shower instead. A cold shower does feel nice after a run…for about 30 seconds. But soon enough I'm gonna need the steamy feel of warm water on my back. The shower downstairs wasn't as good as mine was, it was a little outdated and smelled funny. I'm not surprised the hot water broke in it.

I took my clothes off, turned the handle and walked in. He wasn't kidding, this is freezing! I washed up all that I needed when I noticed the shower water was changing colors. It started off as red and went to orange. Not only is the water cold but it's contaminated! I reached for the handle and noticed it changed colors again, yellow then green. What the hell is in the water now? It then changed to blue, then indigo and finally purple. Finally, all the colors of the rainbow poured out at the same time. What the fuck is going on with this shower?

Suddenly the hot water came back. I was glad, but I'm sure I'll have to take another shower after, so I can get all those weird colored chemicals off me. For now I was just going to enjoy the hot water. I closed my eyes for a minute.

When I opened my eyes I noticed that I wasn't even in the bad shower anymore. I was in my own shower! What the hell happened? Did I teleport or something? 

"Hey, what's going on?" I was startled by my own voice. It sounded much deeper and louder than normal. I reached for the handle and noticed my hand and arm looked bigger and darker. I looked down at myself and shouted.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I'm huge! I'm fucking obese! I have man tits! What happened? I quickly turned the shower off and examined my body. I put my hand on my tits, lifted them up, and watched them sag into the mound of fat that was my chest. Fuck, what is happening to me?! I opened the shower curtain, and carefully put my huge legs over the bathtub wall one at a time. I knew I was naked but thankfully couldn't see my dick, whatever it looked like. The mirror was fogged up so I went to my bedroom for a mirror…wait, I'm still naked. I took the towel hanging on the wall and had to lift up my flabby belly as I wrapped it around my waist. It wasn't even big enough to wrap completely, but the weight of my rolls kept it from falling down.

I walked into the bedroom, approached the mirror and nearly had a heart attack. Staring right at me was my dad, only he was copying everything I was doing. This can't possibly be real! I’ve turned into my dad! I walked up closer making ridiculous expressions with his face, feeling sick to my stomach. I have no hair either! I rubbed my bald head, sliding my hand up from my forehead to the back of my neck. I stroked my beard, then ran my fingers through my entire face. This is real all right. I took a step backwards, eyeing my massive frame and did a little dance, shaking back and forth, the saggy flesh going everywhere. I look awful! How did this happen? Whatever weird water came out of that shower downstairs somehow swapped the bodies of me and my dad! But wait, if I'm in his body then he must be…

Suddenly the door opened and there stood me. My body, I mean. It was weird looking at myself, moving of its own accord, not following what I'm doing. He was naked, wrapped up in a towel.

"Cam, what the hell is going on?" He spoke with my voice, which caught me off guard. Do I really sound like that?

"You tell me, dad!" Once again his deep voice came out of my mouth. "The one time you force me to use your own shower, we end up swapping bodies!"

"I don't know what the hell happened either! But it's pretty nice! Don't think I've ever been this fit in my life! I feel so nimble!" He looked down at his chest and rubbed it. "And are these abs? Wow! I have actual abs!"

"Hey stop touching me! Remember I'm trapped in YOUR gross body!" With that he started laughing.

"Oh, Cam! That's…hey I'm sorry. But it's kinda funny! Just you…you run everyday! The irony!" I wanted to punch him so bad, but since he was in my body, I'd rather not injure…myself.

"Well if we're gonna be stuck like this, you're gonna have to do all the hard work running then. Or you'll end up fat once again!"

"Aw shit. Well, I'm young at least." Oh god, I was so focused on the weight gain that I didn't consider how much older I was now. I just lost about 25 years of my life! And even if I started running again, it'll take years to even get close to what my body was before…and I'll be full of saggy loose skin! I’m not about to let my dad tease me nonstop for this so I changed the subject.

"Well, if we're gonna be stuck like this, we might as well get dressed." 

"Right on. I left my clothes in the bathroom. And you have some clothes in the closet somewhere?"

"Yeah."

I walked back into the now clear bathroom, and found my dad's clothes laying on the countertop. I slipped the towel off, lifting up my belly once again, and put on a giant pair of boxers. In my old body, these would've been like a blanket on me! It was a weird feeling, having a part of my skin go over my underwear like that. My gut was nearly touching my knees! I pulled on a faded green polo shirt, realizing how hard it is to put on a shirt when your chest isn’t flat. I pulled it over my man tits, and all the way down to my hanging belly. I then put on a pair of blue jeans and belt, initially tucking my fat in underneath them. I realized how awkward that looked so I settled for pulling my belly over it. It'll be obvious that I'm fat no matter what, but at least I won't look so round. I walked into my room just as my dad, wearing one of my tight black tank tops and basketball shorts, began walking out.

"Wait where are you going?"

"To the grocery store! I was going to go anyway before all of this, and well…" For the first time since the swap, his posture changed and he looked upset.

"Yeah?"

"I mean I'm so fit, and young again! I just want to go out in public and kinda show myself off you know?"

"I get it. Just…fine. As long as you don't hit on anyone or do anything embarrassing. I have a rep you know!”

"Yeah of course! Nothing weird! It's cool! I'll give you some uhh privacy now." I rolled my eyes and he noticed. "Hey, you'll get used to it! It's…..just stay out of trouble!" With that he closed the door. I could hear him walking, no, running, down the stairs, picking up his keys and stepping out the front door.

Well shit. What am I supposed to do now? I walked over to sit on my bed, the weight of my dad's belly on my thighs. How does he live like this? I feel so immobile. I moved over to lie down on the bed, my whole body jiggling as I tried to get myself comfortable. My bed is so small! I started feeling drowsy, maybe because of the mental exhaustion of everything that just happened, but probably because my dad's a lazy guy in general.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of the doorbell. Fuck, I'm still my dad. I tried to get up as I always do but my gut was weighing me down so I kinda just rolled over and got up that way. My dad has keys, why would he need to…oh god. NO. NO!!! It's gotta be Ben! We were gonna have our date! Well not a date, but hangout. He can't see me like this! But I can’t just leave him wondering what happened! I started running to the front door, my belly and tits moving chaotically as I tried not to trip. By the time I reached the door, I was out of breath. This feels so pathetic; I was doing so good with my health! I opened the door to find Ben smiling.

"Oh hey Mr. Parker! What's up?" He really thinks I'm my dad!

"Oh uh hi Ben! I uh heard you were coming for a date?" Shit! Not only do I suck at trying to imitate my dad, but I HAD to call it a date?!

"A date, well, I mean it could be…but hey well is Cameron here?" Did he just blush?

"Cameron? Oh yeah he's uh upstairs." I am an absolutely terrible liar.

"Oh, can I see him?"

"No."

"No?"

"I mean, he's not here. Well he is but…"

"Mr. Parker, are you ok?"

"I uh…Ben…look. I-I don't know how to say this but. I AM Cameron."

"What?"

"Something happened a few hours ago after my run and I switched bodies with my dad."

"Oh, you're fucking with me!"

"No really! Here, during our run today when you approached me, I started coughing and said I swallowed a fly, but actually I was just nervous around you."

"So that's what happened? Cameron, is that really you?"

"Yeah it's me. I look like my gross obese dad. I'm trapped like this for who knows how long. I don't know how to get out!”

"Interesting…" He seemed even more flustered than he was before.

"Are...you good?"

"Ok ok. You confessed. Now I'll confess. I uh- think you're fucking hot."

"R-really? I mean, sorry to let you down but my dad has the hot bod right now."

"No I mean, I like you, well your personality and all; I think you're really cute. But your body…your new body, just. Yes!"

"No fuckin way! You're turned on by my dad's body?"

"Yeah…" Suddenly a really naughty idea popped into my head.

"Well, it's still me in here even if the body isn't mine."

"I'm listening…"

"Why don't we head up to my room to see what happens?"

"Please….yes…"

We walked up to my room, and within seconds of closing the door, clothes were already flying off.

"You have NO idea how much of a big fantasy this is for me. Your mind, and coolness, but your dad's porky body."

We hopped onto my bed, and cuddled a bit, him massaging my tits and rubbing my nipples. The sensation went straight to my dick. Ben nuzzled his head in my belly and squeezed every inch of it. This is incredible. As I lay there seeing his face sink into my fat, he lifted up my belly and started sucking my dick. I still couldn't see it, or knew how big it actually was, but I was getting hard quickly. He was no doubt an expert at oral. With each motion of his mouth, I was getting closer and closer to cumming, but I knew I had to hang on in order to fully enjoy the moment. This wasn't how I ever expected to fuck Ben, but I didn’t care. Being a fat guy fucking a tiny twink is amazing. As he stopped sucking my dick, I could see a sparkle in his eye.

"Hey, lay on me."

"Huh?"

"Yeah lay on me. Smother me in your flab rolls."

I was a little hesitant but Ben positioned himself on his back and slowly, I let myself sink into him. I could barely feel him underneath it all, but his dick was sticking straight up, touching mine. He grabbed my face and we started making out. With each kiss he dug his tongue further and further into my mouth until he was practically penetrating me. He rubbed my bald head as he continued. I began humping his chest with my dick, which prompted another sparkle in his eye. He turned around and got on all fours.

"You’re welcome inside…"

I always suspected he was a bottom! It was a lot harder to find the hole with my gut in the way, but luckily he was extremely loose. Sticking my dick in his asshole, I slowly moved him onto his chest, flattening him once again, but this time my dick inside. I started grinding, Ben moaning with each motion. As I went even faster he moaned even louder. At this point I was sweating like a pig, which only seemed to turn him on even more. I grinded further. Harder and harder, I was smothering him under a huge amount of weight. I can't imagine how that could be comfortable being crushed like that but he didn't seem to mind. I reached my giant hands under his chest, gathering all my strength, and flipped us both upside down like pancakes. With Ben now on his back, sinking into my fat, I started grinding harder until he finally came at the same time I did, exploding everywhere as I filled his hole with my fluids. He lied on my belly, both of us out of breath.

You know, I could get used to this. Ben's into big guys, and I'd love to fulfill his fantasy again. I don't think my dad would mind having my body a little while longer as long as I can have his...

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

100 Random Prompts

1. “I fucking hate you, but I don’t hate fucking you”

2. "I get so hard when I'm around you. I've tried fucking other people and pumping my cock every night and yet my body craves you."

3. “How did you manage to hurt your hand this badly?” “Well I’ve never punched someone before, I didn’t realise how hard peoples faces are.”

4. “I love you and I hate you all at the same time.”

5. “Yeah, sometimes I get sad, but then I look into your beautiful eyes and it’s all better.”

6. “You like when I call you ‘princess’? Will you be my good little princess?”

7. “If you do this, I’ll show you my boobs”

8. “Has the fire revealed any secrets in the 15 straight minutes you’ve been staring at it?”

9. “Please don’t leave.”

10. “I’m here, it’s okay, no one will ever hurt you like that ever again”

11. “Guess we’re the only two idiots in the whole city stupid enough to go to a museum in the middle of a thunderstorm”

12. “You deserve to be looked after.”

13. “Give me a kiss, and everything will be alright.”

14. “I just want to die”

15. “We’ve got to hide!”

16. “Scream my name so everyone knows who fucks you this good”

17. "I'm sorry." "You have nothing to apologise for, darling.”

18. “Bend over, slut”

19. “Ned i postog a nin, ni bant” (When you lie beside me, I am complete)

20. *gets insulted* “aawww thank you.”

21. “Le i velethril nîn” (You are my love)

22. “A warrior out there, but in here, in this bedroom, you’re nothing but a little weak whore.”

23. “I just feel so drained.”

24. “What happened to you to make you so wise?”

25. “If I’m being mean to someone, I’m probably flirting.” “Is that why you’re always mean to (character)?”

26. “Thiol vae” (You look good)

27. “I just did it to make you jealous.”

28. “Stay nice and still for me, baby, just like that. Let me take care of you.”

29. “You know you sure do have a lot of teeth for someone so stupid.”

30. “They do realise I can understand what they’re saying, right?”

31. “Would you like to dance with me?” “only if you don’t get upset if I accidentally step on your foot”

32. “Fuck, I need you so bad!”

33. “I think it’s best I leave”

34. “I’ll never forget you.”

35. “How clever of an insult, and how quickly you thought of it. Very surprising for someone so dim witted.”

36. “I’m not afraid. Please touch me.”

37. “Of course you can stay.”

38. “I wish you well.”

39. “Come down here so I can kiss you!”

40. “Fuck, turn around for me, princess.”

41. “No gûn annin” (Bend over for me)

42. “You look so lovely on your knees, sweet boy.”

43. “You’re so pretty”

44. “What’s that?” “Trinket, I like trinkets”

45. “You deserve nice things”

46. “Our sweet girls pussy is so tight!"

47. “Take your shirt off!” “Why?!” “Distract them from the pain!”

48. “Darling I’m (hundreds/thousands) of years old, that isn’t vintage/old to me.”

49. “I’m doing this because I want to and not because you told me to”

50. “You belong here, in my arms, forever.”

51. “You lied to me”

52. “Borrow my jacket, keep it nice and warm for me”

53. “You look so divine when you dance.”

54. “You look lovely, Y/N.” “Please don’t lie or pity me so.”

55. “Le vaethor veleg” (You are a mighty warrior)

56. “Ni am gin anin lû hen?” (Can I be on top this time?)

57. “Stop fucking swearing”

58. “aran vuin” (Beloved king)

59. “I hope you don’t mind.”

60. "Those for me, sweet girl?" "Oh! It was gonna be a surprise but yes, yes they are."

61. “I love when you wear a skirt/dress, it’s so much easier to fuck you like this.”

62. “Life doesn’t feel so bad when I’m with you.”

63. “You don’t know a thing about me!”

64. “I failed them! They died and I failed them! It’s all my fault!”

65. “You’re such a little thing, and we can have you anyway we please.”

66. “Trust me, Y/N! (Character) likes you!” “Don’t lie to me!”

67. “Baby, tits arent supposed to be perky and perfect. They’re supposed to be soft and natural and beautiful like yours”

68. “I’m not your servant, I’m not your slave, but you could be mine if you like.”

69. “I know we don’t know each other very well but I’m really sick and I need you to pick me up from work, please.”

70. “It’s alright, my love, don’t be afraid, we’ll make it out together.”

71. “No, stay. You’re warm and soft”

72. “Trust me, I adore you.”

73. “Avo dharo!” (Don't stop!)

74. “You know I could kill you if I wanted to.” “Do it then, I really don’t care.”

75. “I might be little but I can still kick your ass”

76. “I just don’t know if I can do this anymore”

77. “Of course I will serve you, my prince/princess/king/queen/lord/lady.”

78. “You wouldn’t know anything about this (character), but it’s exhausting being this gorgeous, and I need a lot of sleep.”

79. “Its real cold tonight. You wanna come over and keep me nice and warm?”

80. “That sounded dirtier than I intended”

81. “You don’t have to be alright, you know”

82. “How can I love myself, when I’m so draining to everyone?”

83. “Please! I’ve been such a good boy/girl!”

84. “You just want to be used so fucking badly don’t you, sweet thing?”

85. “Please! I was a fool and I can not apologise enough! Please y/n…. Please….”

86. “Do you need a hug?”

87. “Come on, princess, hop on my back”

88. “What you makin’?” “Chocolate cake. You wanna help?”

89. “Don’t leave. Please?”

90. “Why do you always annoy me so much?” “Coz you’re sexy when you’re angry.”

91. “That’s better, isn’t it? You just needed to be filled with my cock”

92. “That’s the cutest sneeze I’ve ever heard.”

93. “Istog an challas perian maer” (You do know what hobbits are the right height for)

94. “Oh fuck, sweetheart”

95. “I’ll punch you in your stupid face!”

96. “Tonight I will be the powerful warrior, and you will be the tiny mortal beneath me. You will worship and praise me like the goddess I am.”

97. “Aaaaww! Aren’t you sweet!”

98. “Hey” “*flirting* Oh, heeeyy” “No! Absolutely not!”

99. “You don’t scare me.” “Yeh, but I bet I turn you on.”

100. “Are you going by to be good for me?” “Ye-yes.” “Good girl. If you do behave I’ll give you a reward.”

[ceooflovingreiner]

make a wish - reiner/jean

a small birthday drabble for @fromriches-tosin! happy birthday!!! I'm so glad to have found this fandom and ship and you are truly keeping it alive :')

i wrote this in like 5 minutes so I apologize for any mistakes!

Reiner sighs, his head falling into his hands. He’s exhausted, the days seem to be dragging on and on as they continue their ambassador work. Today, in particular, seemed to never end, the sun only just starting to set as he settled in his assigned tent. 

The flaps to the tent pull open, with a familiar face popping in. “You good?” 

It’s Jean. Of course it’s Jean, Reiner thinks. Jean always seemed to know when Reiner was in one of his moods. He nods before shaking his head, an invitation that Jean takes to come in and sit on the cot beside him. 

“Alright, spill. What’s going on? You were completely out of it at the meeting earlier.”

Reiner shrugs. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit,” Jean says bluntly. Reiner always appreciated the way Jean spoke to him; no filters and no sugarcoating. It was what he needed sometimes. 

He sighs again, giving in. “Today’s August 1st.”

Jean stares at him, expecting him to elaborate. “And that upsets you?”

Reiner huffs a laugh through his nose. “It’s my birthday.”

Jean nods. “Right…still failing to see the issue here. Is it because no one got you a cake because I gotta say, man, I don’t think we have cakes readily available.”

“No, I don’t care about that. I didn’t tell anyone for a reason. It’s just…” Reiner takes a deep breath. “Today’s my 23rd birthday. I wasn’t supposed to live this long.”

Jean’s eyes widen, understanding crossing his face as he nods. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Reiner says, his voice cracking a bit. “A little weird to think about, I guess.”

“Yeah, for sure,” Jean says. “Well…glad you’re still alive, man.”

Reiner scoffs. “Sure. I mean…I’m glad too. I kind of accepted my fate a long time ago, but now that it’s not happening anymore I just feel a little strange.”

They chat a little while longer, Jean doing a good job of lifting Reiner’s spirits before taking his leave with a wave. Reiner sighs, feeling a lot lighter but still exhausted and decides to get ready for bed. As soon as he’s about to turn out the lantern burning nearby, there’s a ruffle of his tent door again. 

“You got a sec?” Jean asks.

Reiner nods and Jean enters, his hands behind his back. “Alright, now don’t tell anyone I did this because I’ll probably get in a shit ton of trouble but..” he pulls out his hands, a small pastry tart in it. 

Reiner is speechless. “How did you get one of those?”

Jean shrugs. “New shipment of supplies came in. They’re going to hand these out tomorrow but I figured you could have yours now.”

Reiner smiles - his first genuine smile in a few days and he nods. “Thanks, Jean.”

“I’m not going to sing you happy birthday or anything but pretend there’s a candle in there. You gotta make a wish.”

Reiner chuckles, playing along with him and nods. “Okay, fine.” 

He closes his eyes, pretending to make a wish. He didn’t have anything to wish for - maybe the continued health of his family and friends. Maybe for a quiet life in the near future. All the things he wanted to wish for seemed trivial and stupid, but he picks one and pretends to blow out a candle.

When he opens his eyes, Jean is staring at him, his face only inches away. When did he get that close? They’d come close to this a few times - usually after a few drinks and some heart-to-hearts - but one of them would always stop before it got to that point. But Reiner would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it constantly.

“What’d you wish for?” Jean asks. 

“Can’t tell you. It won’t come true,” Reiner says, his voice above a whisper. 

Reiner doesn’t know what, but something changes - a subtle shift in the air between them and Jean leans in, closing the gap as his lips find Reiner’s in a soft, chaste kiss. He pulls back slightly, gauging Reiner’s reaction. Reiner responds by pulling him back in, a hand pulling him in by the nape of his neck, his fingers threading through Jean’s hair.

They both pull back after a few moments, panting slightly, leaning their foreheads against each other. Jean is still holding the tart, but it’s the last thing on Reiner’s mind. 

“Happy birthday,” Jean says quietly, pressing a few small kisses to Reiner’s face. 

Reiner closes his eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“Thank you.”

[intermittent-showers]

Part 5: Bad Days & Night Skies

After a bad week at work, Tommy takes Buck to a special place

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Buck's been in a bad mood all week. He's not surprised, two minutes around his new Captain would put anyone in a bad mood, but this? This week has been bad.

It started out with Ravi getting hurt on the job, Captain Gerrard not paying enough attention to the scene around them before allowing the kid to run into the building. If Buck hadn't been watching close enough, the entire building would have collapsed on top of Ravi. That's why he called out over the radio for him to evacuate.

Thankfully, Ravi survived with only a few cuts and bruises, but Buck couldn't excuse the carelessness. When they returned back from the firehouse, he was stopped immediately by his Captain, hand pressing into his chest.

"You ever disobey my orders again, and you're out of here, Buckley."

Buck glared right back. "Give an order I can respect, and maybe I'll follow it."

Chim had to break up the confrontation before it escalated to termination. Buck was sent home by Gerrard and suspended for the rest of the week for insubordination.

That had been two days ago, and Buck was growing frustrated. He loved his job, and if he wasn't there on shift, he feared what might happen to the others.

Tommy sat down beside him, offering him a bottle of water. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Was I... was I wrong? For what I did?"

Tommy sighed before answering. "Look, in this line of work, we only have seconds to make a decision. And trusting our instincts is important. You saved Ravi's life... so, no, Evan. I don't think what you did was wrong." He leaned forward, meeting his boyfriend's eyes. "I'll always have your back."

Buck managed a smile, leaning over and kissing Tommy softly. "Thank you."

"Hey. You wanna go for a drive? I'd like to show you something."

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Fourty-five minutes later, Tommy was pulling off the side of a rare lonely road in Los Angeles County. Hopping out of his truck, he paused, leaning his upper body through the open driver's side window. Smirking at the confusion on Buck's face. "Come on. You'll like this."

Grinning, Buck joined Tommy in the back of his pick-up truck, leaning against one of the large patio furniture pillows Tommy had brought along with them. "Where are we exactly?"

"Angeles Crest Highway. We had that fire near here, remember, and even around all the chaos, it was peaceful. It made me think of you and how much you'd probably like it."

"Me? Why?"

Tommy stretched out beside Buck, hands folded behind his head, as he stared up at the stars. "Well, you were reading that book on ancient mythology."

"Oh, right, I forgot about that."

"And you were constantly texting me highlights about your favorite parts within the book."

Buck grimaced at the memory. "Yeah, uh... sorry about that... sometimes, I get really excited about the things I'm reading, and I just can't shut up about it... even by text, I guess."

Tommy linked their hands together. "I looked forward to every text you sent me, Evan. Still do, if I'm honest." He rubbed his thumb gently against Buck's hand. "There is nothing about you that should ever change... and that includes standing up against something you believe to be wrong."

Buck didn't know what to say, but before he could think of something, Tommy continued.

"People, like Gerrard... they don't understand love or sacrifice. They look at something like these stars, and they see just that, stars. They're missing out on the stories behind those stars. Why the stars are there and who the stars represent."

"I think people like that are really missing out."

Tommy turned his head, kissing Buck softly on his temple. "I think so too."

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Eleven

Read from part one

Summary: Noah and Natalie met in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.....

this story will sometimes contain mature content, minors DNI

warnings: underaged drinking (don't do that!), mentions of alcohol abuse

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @thebadchic

“You're going to freak!” Noah says excitedly into the phone and I startle a little at the sudden mood shift. “Oh, what is it?” I ask. “Get this Natty. A band dropped out of the west coast leg of these guys' tour- Jasmine Feuds- and their manager asked us to join them.” what? “It's two weeks, eight shows along the east coast. Isn’t that amazing?” Noah’s voice is filled with a childlike glee, like this is the treasure he's been digging for all his life. “Oh, wow.” I fall back onto my bed, into the pillows.

The scrambling emotions in my head are all over the place, two weeks on the road seems like a lot but I guess I should just try and be supportive. “That sounds amazing Noah but, what about school?”

He lets out an unconcerned laugh “school is whatever, I’ll just make up the work when I get back but I don't really care because this is a huge for Iron Vendetta.” I pause. “Iron Vendetta?” I question.

He laughs again. “Yeah, we had to come up with something fast so they could put it on the flier.” It’s been a long weekend and I don’t quite know how to process this on top of everything else. I guess it’s really not that complicated…my mom just almost died from alcohol poisoning and now my boyfriend is telling me he's leaving for two weeks to go be a rockstar.

“You already said yes?” I finally ask in a small voice. We’ve only been dating for 5½ months but I figured he’d talk to me at least before committing to something like that. Wouldn’t a boyfriend do that? Not that I have anything to compare it to. I'm lost in my own thoughts and didn’t realize Noah had started talking. “-it’ll be insane Natty. Such a great opportunity, Kevin, the manager, said we’ll be playing in front of hundreds of people! Isn't that amazing?!”

The excitement in his voice is palpable but I can’t help but feel a sick heavy dread settling in my stomach. “Yeah, that sounds great Noah. Umm..I should really get started on some of my homework. When will you leave?” I ask. “End of the week..so I’ll need about every single second of your free time until then.” Despite the sadness I feel with the news of him leaving a small smile crosses my face at his words. “I want to get my fill of Natty time before being without you for two whole weeks.” 

After ending the call I work on my homework and prepare for the coming week. Monday comes and goes, Dad takes Mom to the treatment center and we go about seemingly normal. I spend a few nights at Noah's this week since he’s leaving soon but I tell my dad I’m with Maggie to keep him from freaking out. Kyle probably knows but doesn't say anything, which is a surprising change. I do have to push Noah out of bed those mornings so I can make it to school on time, he’s cute in the mornings. Friday morning we’re lazily cuddling and kissing, avoiding my alarm so we can steal more minutes together before he leaves tonight. I have work after school and he comes by on his way out of town. I take my fifteen-minute break making out with him outside of his car.

Nick was sitting in the passenger seat trying to busy himself with anything else. “I'm going to miss you so much Natty.” Noah says in between kisses. “I’m going to miss you too,” I respond hugging him close to me and resting my head against his chest as his arms pull tighter around me holding me closer. “I hope y'all have a good time, and I want to hear all about it when you get back.” My break is almost over so I’m leaning into his open window, “Good luck, and text me when you get to the first city okay?” I ask him and Nick. “yes ma’am” Nick responds playfully. As they drive away and I head back into work I try to shake off the feeling of loss. He’s coming back. Two weeks will go by fast. 

The first few days of the tour go well, I hear from Noah and Nick sporadically, with short texts and five-second phone calls before bed. On Thursday night I’m studying for a test after school and my phone lights up with his contact photo. It's him drinking a coffee I made him at work.

I answer excitedly “Hey Noah! I’m so glad you called! I’ve missed you so much!” There's loud music in the background “One sec-hicup-ond Natty, imtryna get outside,” Noah slurs and my heart falls. I haven't heard from him in a couple days and he's calling me drunk. What the hell. I can hear shuffling on the line and the music is slowly fading. “Okay babyy, I’m finally outside. I miss you, i cantwait to see you-hic- next Friday.” I hear the crunching of leaves under his heavy footsteps. “God, I miss how good you smell.” He huffs out as the footsteps stop and I’m guessing he finds a seat. “Noah? Are you okay? Are you drunk?” I ask. He laughs and hiccups like a child that's been caught with a cookie after bedtime. “Imnoth at drunk Nattty. Just had some driniks after teh show.”

His words all blend togher and It sends me back to conversations with my own mother. When I would ask her for help with my homework and she would slump over the table, her wine breath wafting over and infecting the air I was breathing. “Um Noah, maybe we should talk tomorrow when you're feeling more like yourself,” I say to him swallowing the pain in my throat. “Noo baby, plea-burp-se I need to hear your voice, I miss you so-hup-much.” My Mom used to drink and cry to my brother and I about how much she missed our Dad. “I’m sorry Noah, I can’t talk to you right now.” The freshness of my Mom's overdose still weighs heavy on me. “I love you so much Natty, you know that? You’re the prettiest girl ever.” I hear him yawn and hope Nick is somewhere close and sober. “Okay, I love you too, call me tomorrow okay?” He sighs and takes a deep breath “okay baby, I will callyou tomoro.” I click the end-call button and send a quick text to Nick. 

Natalie: are you with Noah? He just called me very drunk :/… 10:34pm

Nick: Yeah, sorry Nat. He had one to many after the show. I got him. 10:50pm

The next morning Noah doesn't call and I try not to think about it but I definitely feel frustration starting to build. Noah keeps promising to call and text but then never does or forgets and leaves me on read. I try to just focus on the school day and around lunch when I'm sitting with Maggie in the art room he finally texts me. 

Noah: Hey Natty. I’m so sorry about last night. 11:36am

Noah: I shouldnt have had that much to drink last night. 11:36am

Noah: can I call you when you get out for the day? 11:36am

Natalie: It’s okay noah. 11:45am

Natalie: I have work right after school 11:45am

Natalie: I can call you when I get off, it’ll be around 9pm. 11:47am

Noah: we go on at 8:45 tonight…can I call you after? 11:48am

Natalie: um…sure. I’ll try to stay up. 12:00pm

Noah: okay! Love you baby 12:01pm

Natalie: love u 2. 12:05pm

“So he finally texted back huh?” Maggie sneers slightly. She’s almost more upset about how he has been acting than me. “Yeah, he wants to call me tonight but I don’t know how late it will be,” I explain to her. “So what? You’re just going to sit around your phone all night waiting for him to call.” I understand she's just trying to be a supportive friend but I’m really trying to be positive about this whole thing. I knew he’d be busy on this tour and I’m trying to be the cool understanding girlfriend. “I’m not going to just wait around, if he calls me before I fall asleep then we will talk, or we’ll talk later. I knew this would be a busy trip for him.” I attempt to defend the situation even though I also find myself frustrated. She drops it after noticing me growing more upset. The rest of the day goes by and Maggie drives the two of us to work after school. 

Friday nights have been super busy lately since the owner started having live music. Tonight playing is a singer/songwriter from Austin named Naomi King, she's so cool and her music is soft and emotional. She grabs a tea after her session and we talk a little. “So what's life like in this little town?” she asks. “Austin isn't huge but the music, the nightlife, and the atmosphere makes it seem bigger. I can’t wait to go home soon. This was my last little stop on my way home.” she tells me, sipping her peppermint tea. “Oh wow, that sounds amazing. I’ve always wanted to get somewhere bigger than this place. It feels so small, shallow.” I reply. “I want to see what the world has to offer.” 

I end up staying later to help finish cleaning duties and once I get home and shower I don’t have the energy to stay awake to wait for Noah's call. 

In the morning I see I have an eight-minute long voicemail from Noah left at 2:34am. I press play and there's loud music playing in the background. He’s not saying anything so I’m confused, it’s not until I hear another muffled voice talking that I realize he pocket-dialed me.

“So do you think ya’ll join us in the next leg thats coming up?” a female voice asks.

rustle rustle “uh I’m not sure” Noah says but I hear what I think is Julius says “Hell yeah, we wouldnt miss that shit!” 

“Come on Noah, I miss you to much if you didn’t come.” the girls voice says again.

As much as I wanted to stop listening I feel the seed of jealousy taking root. Who is this girl? Why didn't he mention there was another girl on tour? Is that important? I feel like he should have at least said something.

“I dont know…maybe.” Noah says. 

“Maybe? Fuck this” I mumble to myself and exit the voicemail.

I text Maggie what happened, I know she already has a bit of a bad taste in her mouth from what I’ve already confided to her. But, I needed to talk to someone and Kyle and I aren’t there yet.

Maggie: WHAT THE FUCK?! 8:36am

Maggie: WHAT GIRL??? HOLD ON! 8:36am

Maggie: Im looking on instagram rn! 8:36am

I dont have instagram, I had a facebook for a couple of weeks but it was boring and my grandma kept sending me farmville requests so I deleted it.

Maggie: OMG! LOOK! 8:44am

Photo: Noah and a large group. He’s standing next to a girl and her hand is arround his waist, his arms are resting across his chest. The caption reads: “having so much fun touring with these guys! They are great!” and the user name is Alex Jacks.

Maggie: looks like shes the guitarist for Jasmines Fudes. 8:44

I’m staring at the photo she sent me. She’s so pretty. She’s so cool, she has long black hair with blue and pink streaks. She has tattoos and a lip ring. 

The jealousy I felt before is now a wild fire burning through my heart.

Part 12 here! !!!! xoxox later besties

[glittter-vamp]

3!

Thank you for requesting! 🖤

Based on the song Wasn’t Me By Shaggy.

Warnings: Angst. Cheater!Joe X Reader. Explicit language. Mention of Sex & Alcohol. Sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this up on my lunch break earlier lol

Word count: 1,161

You left the house fuming and in tears. You couldn't believe what you had just walked into. Your Fiance Joe was throwing a party when you were away which he didn't tell you about. You walked into your house filled with people you don’t know, after being out of town for work. You thought it would be a cute idea to surprise Joe but you came home to a crazy house party and seeing something you didn't think you would of ever seen. "Hello?" Your best friend Liz answers the phone groggily. "Hey Liz, I'm sorry if I woke you up but could I crash at your place tonight?" You sniffle. "Y/N? Are you crying? What's going on?" You hear her wake up more. "I just needed to leave, I couldn't look at him." Is all that comes out trying to hold in a sob. "Yeah, yeah...come over but please drive safe. You shouldn't be crying and driving." She says. Of course your best friend would know when you're calling her from your car. "I'll be there in 5." You say before hanging up. 

You make it safely to Liz's house and as you pull into her driveway she opens the front door in her pajamas. You felt like shit for waking her up at 12AM but you just didn't know where to go. "I'm really sorry for coming here like this." You sniffle as Liz hugs you and lets you in. " You don't have to apologize, but what happened?" She asks as you follow her to the kitchen. "I came home early from my work trip. Instead of leaving tomorrow morning, I left tonight so surprise Joe and he had some fucking party going on." You say taking a breath before continuing. "I couldn't find Joe, I asked everyone around the house and they hadn't seen him either. So I went upstairs to our room and heard this noise coming from the bathroom. So I open the door and there he was with the fucking neighbor… fucking on the bathroom sink" You say getting livid all over again and Liz gasps. 

"Wait...the one that you told me about that was always a little too nice with Joe?" Liz asks and you nod. "Oh Y/N...I'm so sorry." Liz says hugging you again which made you cry again. "5 years Liz...we were supposed to get married in a few months." You sniffle. "He's gonna pay, you're going to have the last laugh in the end. I promise you that." Liz says rubbing your back. "I should of listened to my dad about dating a fucking NFL player." You mutter as she goes over to make some tea for you. "Man, I thought he'd be different...guess when you get that type of fame and money you get cut by that shitty cookie cutter. becoming the stereotype" Liz shakes her head as she turns on the stove and puts the kettle on it. "I already bought my dress, that was specially made." You sigh rubbing your face. "Girl, all you gotta do is sell that shit online and tell the story behind it. There's a facebook page of women in your situation and they sell like hot cakes. People love drama and supporting heartbroken women." She says making you chuckle. 

"Did he see you though?" Liz asks. "Yeah after quite sometime. Once he noticed me, I threw my ring in his face and ran downstairs leaving in my car before he could get dressed and even process me there." You scoff. "I'm just saying, when I see him...I might hurt him. Just letting you know." Liz says making you laugh. "I turned my location off, he shouldn't be showing up here." You shake your head. You and Liz enjoy your cup of tea and she tries her best to take your mind off things. Talking about movies, concerts and whatever else but you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. "Okay, Y/N...either turn the phone off or I'm calling him and cussing him out myself." Liz says and you sigh. " I'll give you a minute. I gotta go pee anyways. "Liz says living you in her kitchen. 

You unlock your phone and see, a sea of missed texts and calls from Joe. You open the messages up and read the messages. 

J🧡-Please answer the phone Y/N. I'm so sorry, that wasn't me

J🧡-Just let me talk for a few minutes

J🧡-Please pick up

J🧡- That wasn't me, just let me explain.

J🧡- Why did you turn off your location? Are you somewhere safe?? At least tell me that

J🧡-Please come back home, I'll leave if you need space

You scoff at the dozens and dozens of messages like those and decide to call him. You take a deep breath and made the call. Almost immediately he answers. "Hello!? Y/N, Jesus are you okay?" Joe frantically asks. "How could I be okay, I just walked into my Fiance fucking our neighbor." You scoff. “I’m so sorry baby, that wasn’t me. I never meant for that to happen.” Joe says sounding broken himself but it really didn’t do anything for you. “You keep saying it wasn’t me, do you have some type of clone I didn’t know about? What excuse is that?!” You roll your eyes. “I was out of character, I had way too much to drink and I wasn’t thinking right- Joe, you are not blaming this on alcohol. I’ve gone out with my friends multiple times getting shit faced and I never even looked at another guy while I was with you!” You snap back.

“Just tell me what I need to do to regain your trust again, you can’t just throw 5 years away of us away. We can go to therapy,Move houses, whatever you want.” Joe practically begs over the phone. “Joe, the only person who threw this all away was you. Don’t worry about the house, I’ll be getting my stuff out this week. I’m Liz can help with finding me a place in such short notice.” You tell him holding back tears.

“Don’t do this Y/N, please.” Joe says his voice breaking at the end. “I’ll be over to get my stuff while you’re at practice, I’ll leave the keys in the garage and whatever else you’ve given me in the house.” You sniffle before you hang up knowing he was going to put up a fight and you just didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Are you okay?” Liz asks peeking into the kitchen where you were crying. “Nope but I can’t allow him to disrespect me like this and take him back.” You shake your head. “I’m proud of you, and of course I’ll help you find a place. I’m only the best realtor in Cincinnati.” She jokes making you smile. Here’s to starting all over again.

[vera-king-hrfl]

I'll prove it, @crowwolf 😁

Heat of the Night part 5

CW: hugging, hand-holding, kissing, and a single self-applied instance of the F word.

Cal arrives at the bluff a few minutes early this time, but Ryldinn is already there waiting, sitting in the grass with his knees up, looking out to sea from behind his big dark sunglasses, not seeming to notice the arrival. Cal approaches from behind, quietly, a cheeky impulse causing him to wonder if he could sneak up on the little man. 

"Not on your best day, beautiful." Ryldinn turns, grinning, and Cal huffs good-naturedly.

"You knew it was me?"

The drow stands and comes to Cal, holding out his hand. "Mm. I can hear you from much further than that. And I can smell you. Can’t see very well in this light, but yes, I knew." Cal takes the offered hand and looks the man over for a minute. Little cut-off shorts, colorful sleeveless cropped shirt, sandals. He can't help but linger on the marvelous legs and the enticing peek of hard stomach, suddenly feeling a bit too warm in his own baggy shorts and plain grey t-shirt. 

"Gods, you’re sexy... I mean... sorry, I... um. Yeah." Cal stammers, trying to quit staring with limited success. 

Ryldinn’s giggle sends a delightful tingle through the tiefling. "That’s alright; I like when you look at me that way. I don’t dress like this for everyone, you know. Would you like to walk for a bit?"

"I'd love to. I can't stay as long as I would like tonight; the shop needs me tomorrow, but I wanted to see you."

The elf doesn't release his hand, but starts walking with him holding it, and Cal marvels again at the beauty and apparent sweetness of the petite man, the slender fingers in his as they wander along the bluff. Ryldinn is silent for a while, seeming comfortable just being with Cal, and his obvious pleasure in Cal’s company makes him a little braver. "Do you mind if I ask you some things about yourself? I was curious..."

"Of course not. You can ask me whatever you want."

"Um, I guess I didn't want to pry... You said you can't see very well. Is that just in the sun?"

Ryldinn nods. "Where I'm from there is no sun. No moon or stars. I saw them for the first time when I... arrived here."

Cal hears the brief hesitation, but continues anyway, wanting to know this man more intimately. "So you are from the Underdark?" Another nod. "How long have you been here?"

"Almost twenty years now, but my daylight vision never improved much."

Cal stops him, surprised. "Oh... well, that's..." He chuckles. "I'm sorry, I know you're an elf, but that just took me by surprise. I'm twenty three years old. I guess you're a bit older than me."

Ryldinn laughs softly. "A bit, yes. Does that bother you? Because I don't mind."

Cal considers, starting to walk again, wanting to be honest. "Hm. I suppose it doesn't, actually. I mean, does that matter if we like each other?"

"I don't think so. You don't seem to be bothered what I am; why should your age concern me?"

"What you are? What do you mean?"

Ryldinn takes a moment this time, thinking. "Well, I suppose my being a fag is alright with you, considering what we're doing. It's a little nerve-wracking being someone's first foray into something like this, but you don't strike me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy?"

"Sometimes there are guys who come around the club, not actually gay, but wanting to experiment with more effeminate men. Or they come with their friends as a dare or a bet or something. It's irritating, but we can usually spot them pretty quickly. I also meant because I'm drow though. There's almost as much stigma around that."

Cal grins. "Oh, trust me; there’s plenty around tieflings as well. I'm used to being judged for what I look like. Not everyone has horns and a tail."

"Well, I'm glad you do. I like them." He looks up at Cal. "Your eyes are incredible as well. Beautiful."

The tiefling blushes, smiling shyly. "That’s good." He can't think of anything else to say for a few minutes, so they turn to watch the setting sun, Cal daring to slip an arm around Ryldinn’s back, trying not to be too obvious in his desire to touch the man. But Ryldinn accepts the little embrace and leans against him a bit, so Cal just closes his eyes, letting everything but the feel of the sweet firm body dissolve for the moment. 

After the last blaze of farewell, Ryldinn removes his glasses and slips them through a belt loop on his shorts as they start walking again. Cal pushes his own glasses higher up his nose and eventually drums up the courage to ask more questions. 

"So what do you do for fun?"

"Oh, not much. I go to the club sometimes, to listen to the music. I like to read, put puzzles together." 

"Do you play any sports or anything like that? Forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice that you're in incredible shape." 

"Oh, that. I also like to dance and I do yoga sometimes. Not religiously; honestly most of this is genetic."

Cal chuckles. "Lucky. I'm always fighting with some extra weight I don't need. But I think that's genetic too."

"You mean this?" Ryldinn reaches out, boldly, and runs his hand across Cal's soft belly, and for once, the tiefling resists the urge to suck it in. "I wouldn't worry about it, Cal. Unless it really bothers you, I... I like the way you're built. It's part of the reason you caught my eye in the club that night. You were just sitting there alone looking like you wanted to fold in on yourself... you were so adorable I couldn't help but be drawn to you. Most guys are much more assertive, making what they want very clear. It's nice to have a conversation, and feel like we have a connection."

Cal stops walking again and turns, pulling Ryldinn in for a hug, which is accepted without hesitation, and speaks into his hair. "Well, if you're happy with how I look, I guess that's good. And... well, yeah. A connection is what I want. I'm not really interested in casual hookups or anything like that. I want a friend first." He pulls back again and looks down at the pretty man. "I mean, one of the guys said that almost everyone there has tried to get with you. I suppose I'm really flattered that you gave me a shot."

Ryldinn nods and leans his head on Cal's broad chest. "Yes, that happens, but it's alright, I'm good at soft rejection. Now what about you? What do you do in your spare time?"

Cal strokes the silky hair, enjoying the closeness. "Oh, well, I play rugby on weekends, and I like to draw. I'm not very good at it, but it's fun. Kinda relaxing."

"I am certain you are better than you think. You seem a bit self-critical, if that's not going too far. What sorts of things do you draw?"

"No, you're probably right. My sister says I lack self-confidence. But anyway, hm. I draw people, mostly. I've been trying to get better at anatomy. It's a challenge to get the muscles to flow correctly in different body positions, and the way the light hits..." Cal blushes, remembering how Lia had teased him about his latest artistic inspiration, then takes the drow’s hand again and starts leading them back toward the city. 

"I would love to see your art, when you are comfortable showing it to me, or come to one of your games." 

Cal chuckles. "I don't know if you'll like it. It's just a bunch of sweaty men wrestling over a ball and talking nonsense." Plus, imagining Ryldinn in the stands while he tries to concentrate on a play... 'But sure, I'll let you know when we play again. We have night games too, if that's more comfortable for you."

"Ugh, sweaty men. That sounds awful." Cal hears the smirk in Ryldinn’s voice and looks down to see that the drow is wearing a cheeky grin. Cal chuckles and squeezes the little dark hand, which presses back warmly. He smiles back for a moment, then sighs.

"I guess I should get going. Work in the morning. But this was really nice. I... I really like spending time with you, Ryldinn." Cal turns to face the drow, stepping a little closer, trying to work up the courage. 

Ryldinn is smiling up at him, the moon reflecting in his beautiful eyes. "I like it too, Cal. You're different than... I've never met anyone like you before. You will call me soon?"

"Of course I will. And I've never met anyone like you either." He searches Ryldinn’s face, but the dark elf gives little away. "Ryldinn..." He hesitates, then takes his glasses off and swallows. "May I kiss you goodnight?"

The red eyes widen a little, but the answer is almost immediate. "Yes. Please."

Cal breathes a soft sigh of relief and gently pulls the petite man closer. He seems as hesitant as Cal, if that were possible, but slides a soft hand up the tiefling’s arm to his shoulder while Cal places his own broad palm on the taut waist. He brushes Ryldinn’s hair back with his other hand and slips his fingers into the silky strands, tilting his head back, stretching the moment. The arresting liquid gaze, the moist, slightly parted lips. Careful. Don't fuck this up. 

The sound Ryldinn makes when Cal's full lips touch his is magical. A tiny little inhale followed by an even softer noise, almost a whimper, and Cal can't help but tighten his grip minutely. Their mouths meet, press, slide together, and Ryldinn puts his other arm around Cal's neck and pulls himself up into the sweet little embrace. Cal wants desperately to deepen the kiss, to pull Ryldinn hard against him, lift him, cup his enticing, perfect ass. Not yet. Control yourself. So he contents himself with letting his hand move between the hem of Ryldinn’s shirt and the waistband of his shorts, splaying his fingers along the silken valley of the dark elf's spine. 

Ryldinn shivers at the feel of the big warm hand caressing the bare skin of his lower back. He’d expected something rougher, more demanding. A tighter embrace, maybe groping. At the very least he expected tongue. But Cal doesn’t do that, nor does he invite it. He keeps his lips parted just enough to make the kiss comfortably intimate, without any expectations, and by the time he eases away and touches his forehead carefully to Ryldinn’s, it's the drow who's left trembling and wanting more. But he accepts the young tiefling’s lead, and just smiles into the hug that follows. Cal's strong warm body feels wonderful against him, and though he pulls away again too soon for Ryldinn’s liking, the drow feels very satisfied with how the night had gone. Then the handsome young man ups the ante.

"Thank you, Ryldinn. That was... I don’t even know. You're amazing. I can hardly wait to see you again." He's smiling, showing his white fangs, and it's all the striken elf can do not to pull him down again, to taste those sharp teeth, to climb Cal like a tree and offer himself right then and there. The tiefling gives him one more little peck, on the corner of his mouth, and Ryldinn bites his lip for a second before answering. 

"I feel the same. Soon, alright?" Cal nods, grinning, making Ryldinn do the same. "Alright. Goodnight, Cal."

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here, @saltysupercomputer here, @the-golden-comet here and here, @drchenquill here, @cwritesfiction here,

@elsie-writes here, and @mk-writes-stuff here!

I've actually been tagged in this a lot more (I love you guys and I love this game but oh my God), but I'll put those in a different post otherwise it would be twice as long. Let's cap it off at eight like I did last time.

Rules: answer the given questions in the POV of an OC!

Past questionnaires:

Round one masterpost

Round two Tyler, Gwen, Liam, Noelle, Akash, Robbie, Sam, Ewan

Keep reading for Jazlyn, Carla, Wade, Rose, Maddie, Xitlali, Jedi, and Lexi!

#1- Jazlyn

What is one job you'd never take, no matter how good the pay is?

“Ughhh anything that involves sitting at a desk all day! Something with so much structure and rules it drives me insane. I have to be active, y'know? Something challenging. If I had a job that was too easy, I'd just about die.”

Did you have a favorite childhood toy?

“Aw, now you're having me remember my Monster High collection. I thought I was so edgy, too. I was too young when they first came out, but when I was... I dunno, seven-ish I found the web series and became obsessed.”

Would you rather be too hot or too cold?

“Too hot. I can keep myself warm, but then my powers are weakened when I do that. Hot I can handle with no side effects.”

Other Jazlyn: questionnaire one, interview

#2- Carla

Do you like caffinated beverages? If so, which ones?

“Oh, Alium has multiple caffeinated beverages that I love! I am quite fond of many kinds of tea, like chammomint or lemonder. Tyler recently introduced me to a Ceteri energy beverage called Red Bull. It was certainly interesting, and unlike anything we have here.”

What is a piece of media that you hold very dear and/or that is very important to you?

“Oh, that's easy, The Storm Riders! It's my favorite book of all time. It got me through the times George was gone to work.”

Do you hold grudges? How long?

“I try not to remain in the past. I try to look forward. It's hard sometimes... I don't know how long I hold grudges... I'm not even sure if I have a 'grudge' against those who caused me pain, and I... I don't know. Sorry if this was a rambling answer.”

Other Carla: OC in three, two truths and a lie, bingo, questionnaire one

#3- Wade

Are you a dog person or a cat person?

“Dog person. I have a lovely girl named K'Ehleyr. She is the sweetest thing you'll ever see. Wanna see some pictures?? I have so many pictures, come look. Here she is with me. Here she is with Teo. Here she is with me and Teo. Here she is with Parker...”

How far do you think you can throw a hand-sized rock?

“Further than most. I play football, which isn't the same thing, but I'm in decent shape and have a good throwing arm. I've chucked some of Gabriel's rocks before, so I have practice. Am curious to see the results, though.”

Who is the one person who you can trust to keep a secret?

“I could trust both Teo and Parker. Some may not understand the latter, but he's actually very respectful of others' secrets even if he doesn't understand them.”

Other Wade: two truths and a lie, interview, questionnaire one, kiss Picrew

#4- Rose

Are you an extrovert or an introvert?

“Introvert. But if Lexi isn't there, I seem to do the group introductions.”

As a gift, do you prefer flowers or jewelry?

“Jewelry. I can pair them with clothes, and I like doing that.”

If you could swich life with someone, who and why?

“... I wanted to switch lives with Lexi for a while. It seemed like she had everything. Now I'm unsure.”

Other Rose: questionnaire one, OC in three

#5- Maddie

Is life going the way that you hoped it would?

“Hm. I'm not sure. I don't think ahead often to hope for things. I guess life is fine. I like my powers, I like being in the robotics club. Yeah, it's good.”

What is in your pocket right now? Why?

“Wilfredo. Kelsey made him for me.”

If you could relive a single minute of your past, what minute would you pick?

“I dunno. Hm. Maybe... The trip to Six Flags was fun.”

Other Maddie: OC in three, OC in fifteen, two truths and a lie, questionnaire one, bingo, Picrew, interview, bag, origin

#6- Xitlali

What type of music do you like to listen to?

“Nothing you'd be familiar with. I listen exclusively to Alii music, especially stuff by Inutilia artists that advocate for our rights. Cheung An's stuff is really good.”

What's an unpopular opinion you have?

“*scoffs* That Inutilia should have rights is one that shouldn't be unpopular but apparently is. But even amongst people like me, here's a hard pill to swallow: Atsila McLain SUCKED. You think she actually legitimately cared about us? She had no idea what we went through, what we STILL go through. Raissa Kamanzi may have ruined our reputation, but Atsila McLain just made it easier for bigots to hate us. McLain did nothing to help us. She had no reform ideas. She was a power-hungry bitch, and the amount of Inutilia that fell for her lies is disgusting.”

What are your thoughts on cheese?

“Cowyote cheese is overrated. Llamybara cheese is underrated. I'd argue more about it, but that last question pissed me off, so I don't feel like it.”

Other Xitlali: questionnaire one

#7- Jedi

What’s the worst insult you’ve ever been given?

“I do not wish to repeat it, but it is the slur targeting Inutilia such as myself.”

How would you react if someone catcalled you?

“Forgive me if I do not understand the term - it is not something we have in Alium - but if I am correct in its definition, I do not know how I would react. It has not happened to me, although I suppose I would not like it. I frankly do not understand why it happens in the first place.”

If you suddenly appeared in an unknown city, what would you do/look for first?

“I would first try to figure out where I am. A quick study of the architecture may tell me exactly where I am. However, I am sure I could ask someone. Unlike in Ceteri, here it is normal to randomly appear in an unknown city due to teleportation. So no one would question why I am asking. I believe I would like to look around and observe, but if I tire, I would locate a library. I do love spending time there.”

Other Jedi: OC in three, questionnaire one, Picrew, smash or pass (acearo version)

#8- Lexi

What is your favorite dessert?

“Oh, this is so hard! I dunno, cake? That might be too generic, but I love cake! All kinds of cake! I'm not picky at all about that. Maybe it's my love of parties and I just associate cake with that. But come on, why do we only have to have cake at parties!”

Would you rather take a vacation in a hot climate or a cold climate?

“Ugh, both sound awful depending on how hot and how cold. I guess I'm more used to a warm, humid climate. So let's go with that.”

Do you exercise? What does your regime look like?

“Well, I do training like everyone else in the Aequales. I do ride my bike, does that count? I like going on my bike through the neighborhood. It's nice being outside and I get to see a lot of my classmates!”

Other Lexi: OC in three, OC in fifteen, interview, Picrew, two truths and a lie, questionnaire one, bag, origin, bingo

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Your questions: 1) What is your stance on lying? 2) Do you enjoy people watching? 3) What is the best decision you ever made?

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[cosmicanamnesis]

he tastes like chocolate pt.6

[part 1] [part 5] [part 7] [read on ao3]

Steve felt a little stupid knocking on his own front door, but better safe than sorry. He waited a beat before opening it, bracing for indecent noises. Instead, he heard the TV going.

“Steve?” Robin yelled from the living room. He took that as his cue to step inside more so she could see him. Sitting cross legged next to her on the couch was a very pretty redhead that Steve vaguely recognized as Vickie, Robin’s latest dating app match.

“I’m not staying,” Steve felt the need to clarify for Vickie’s sake, despite the fact that she seemed fully engrossed in whatever they were watching and barely even noticed that someone else had come inside. Robin gave him a thumbs up as he turned down the hall to his room to grab his stuff.

He grabbed a pair of pajama pants and his phone charger and debated for a minute whether he should bring his meds with him or just take them while he was there. Easier to just take them then, he figured. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about forgetting them in the morning, or having to explain why he takes antidepressants for migraines.

It would just be easier.

He grabbed his toothbrush out of the bathroom and quickly ducked into the living room to kiss Robin on the top of her head before leaving for the night. 

Eddie was on his phone when Steve got back out to the idling van, handful of items tucked under one arm.

"Hellfire?" Steve asked, catching a glimpse of Eddie's screen as he got in the van.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Group chat. There's some party planning happening now but it's just the guys I play D&D with." Eddie slipped his phone back in his pocket and waited for Steve to get settled before pulling out of the parking lot.

"Oh, not you too," Steve groaned. Eddie couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"What, is that a deal breaker?" Eddie laughed. "The metalhead stuff is fine but the nerd shit is too far?"

"No! Just sometimes feel like me and Robs are the two people on the planet who don't play."

"I mean, if you wanted to learn you could join my-" Steve cut him off by burying his face in his pajama pants and screaming quietly. Eddie laughed so hard he very nearly ran a red light, braking hard at the last second. "So that's a no, then?"

"Fuckin' hell… Yeah, I'm gonna pass this time I think. I've got a reputation to uphold here."

"Oh, and what reputation is that? No, waitwaitwait, let me guess!" Eddie put a hand up to keep Steve from talking, fortunately not taking his eyes off the road anymore.

"Oh god…" Steve sighed, sinking down in his seat.

"Youngest of seven," Eddie started, counting on his fingers as he listed things out. "Used to babysit, and you still hang out with him. Not about the college life. You don't do nerd shit, you don't listen to metal, but you get along with people who do. You smoke, let's say socially…"

There was a long pause. Steve could practically hear the gears turning in Eddie's head. He was chewing on his lip while he thought.

"Got it!" Eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at Steve accusingly. "Washed up golden child."

Eddie knew he was right on the money when Steve made a noise like he'd been shot.

"Ouch, dude. Jesus," Steve choked out, hand over his heart like it was the most hurtful thing he'd ever heard. "Y'know, all of a sudden staying home with Robin and Vickie tonight doesn't sound so bad."

"I was right?" Eddie grinned.

Steve sighed, chewing the inside of his cheek. "They used to call me King Steve in high school."

Eddie laughed again, long and loud, relishing in this new knowledge. Steve shrunk into himself a bit more

"Aw, c'mon Stevie, have a sense of humor. Here, do me."

"Do- what?" Steve stuttered, trying to ignore the innuendo.

"Guess my reputation!"

Steve stared at Eddie for a moment, rolling what little he knew about the man around his head. An artist and a musician, shitty parents were practically a given at that point, lives with his uncle partially for definitely-not-school reasons, obviously queer, clearly a metalhead, plays D&D. Scary looking, at least according to him, but considerate to a fault.

"High school drop out?" he ventured, aiming for snarky but landing closer to judgey.

"Close!" Eddie yelled, smiling wide, tapping his hand on the steering wheel. He didn't seem to mind Steve's tone at all. "They made me do this program for kids who are having trouble graduating cause I was gonna get held back my senior year a second time. So instead, I took college classes for high school credit and did not, technically, drop out."

"Huh. That's kinda cool. My second guess was theater kid."

"Oh, you cut me deep, Stevie. Reading me like a fucking book."

"The D&D thing gave it away. Not an actor, though. Sound or stage crew."

"You seem awfully knowledgeable in the realm of high school theater, Steve. Do you have something you'd like to share with the class?"

"I- okay, it was one play, alright? It was a stupid little two act thing and my English teacher was giving extra credit to anyone who auditioned, cause she was also the drama director, right? So, extra credit to anyone who auditioned and an automatic passing grade to anyone who made the cast."

"That seems dubiously ethical," Eddie interjected.

"Oh, totally. But I was bad at English - I mean, really bad - so I'd take all the help I could get."

"You auditioned?"

"Got the lead role."

"Oh, fuck you. Of course you did. Fuckin' hated guys like that, no experience, getting the lead on the first try. The egos on those people, Christ." Eddie laughed his way through his tirade, but he was only half joking.

"Damn, I'm sorry I guess," Steve laughed with him. "If it helps, I really think she cast me out of pity. I wasn't good."

"Nah, I'm sure you did fine."

“I one hundred percent did not do fine. There’s a reason I did sports instead of drama.”

“What sports?”

“Basketball and swim.”

“Shit dude, you guys had a swim team? That’s cool!”

“I’m sensing sarcasm.”

“Nah, for real! My high school was way too poor for that shit! Like, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t really, uh, vibe, I guess, with the sorta… jock athletic types. But I was an openly gay teenager, man, I was walking the mile with the scene girls watching the track guys do their thing during gym.”

“Oh, you were one of those,” Steve said, nodding knowingly. 

“Yeah I was one of those,” Eddie replied emphatically. “If we had a swim team, I wouldn’t have survived.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m a simple man, Steve. A simple man with simple wants, and against all odds, athletes do it for me.”

“Good to know.”

“Well, what about you? What was King Steve chasing?” Eddie caught himself being weird, again, and quickly changed the subject.

The way Eddie said King Steve made Steve want to gag. The nickname was fine when he first got it. He liked that people liked him and looked up to him. It almost made up for the way his parents treated him. But it stopped being fun his junior year, and by senior year when the new guy showed up, he was quick to let himself be dethroned. It was just so much pressure. The same kind of pressure he was getting at home.

“Ugh. Don’t ever call me that,” Steve cringed. “But no, I uh… I really just kind of cycled through girls in high school. Well, no, that’s not true, there was this one girl I dated for a while, but. After her, the King Steve shit sort of ended and no one wanted anything to do with me anymore.”

“Oh… Just girls?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing, you just said… About your wingman trying to hook you up with-”

“Oh! Yeah, no, I realized I was bisexual after I met Robin. Apparently the normal amount for straight people to be attracted to the same gender is, uh. A lot closer to zero than what I was experiencing.”

Eddie tried to not make his sigh of relief too obvious. He believed Nancy, and he had a feeling that she was the girl Steve was talking about, but it felt like a weird time to bring up the fact that he was friends with Steve’s high school ex. He just wanted the confirmation from Steve that he was, in fact, bisexual, and he hoped he hadn’t laid it on too thick with the liking athletes thing. It was true, of course, and knowing Steve was a jock in high school definitely wasn’t doing Eddie’s impulse control any favors, but Eddie wasn’t a man known for his subtlety. He just… He didn’t want to scare Steve off. He wanted this. He didn’t want to fuck it up by being weird and gross.

They pulled back into the trailer park to find Wayne standing at the foot of Murray’s porch steps, smoking with Murray and another man Steve didn’t recognize. Eddie didn’t bother turning the engine off before he got out.

The men paused their conversation as Eddie got out of the van.

“Gotta go?” he asked, walking up to Wayne. He could hear Steve getting out of the car behind him.

“Yep,” Wayne nodded. 

“We were just talking about your boy there,” Murray said quietly, waving to Steve as he joined the circle.

“He’s not-” Eddie started before realizing Steve was practically at his side already. “Hey. Wayne’s gotta take the van to work. I can take you home in the morning when he gets back.”

“Sounds good,” Steve nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

The man Steve didn’t recognize said something in a language he also couldn’t identify.

“Da,” Eddie replied. “If that’s okay, I mean.”

“Of course, Eddie,” Murray smiled, giving Eddie a suggestive look. Steve had no idea what was going on.

“Cool. We’re gonna go,” Eddie said, jerking his thumb back at his own trailer. He hooked his arm around Steve’s and dragged him along before Murray and Wayne could embarrass him any more.

“Who was Mr. Gibberish there?” Steve asked once they were out of earshot.

“Hm? Alexei? He’s Russian. Doesn’t speak a lot of English.”

“You speak Russian?” Steve asked, shocked, as Eddie let them into the trailer. Eddie laughed.

“Not if you ask Alexei. But yeah, living next to them for so many years, I’ve picked up a little.”

“Are they… I mean, him and Murray-”

“Gay? I have no fucking idea, dude. They’ve lived here at least as long as I have and I literally could not tell you. Frankly, I don’t wanna know.”

“Yeah, that’s… That’s fair. I don’t think I actually want the answer.”

“Good choice.”

“What did he say to you?”

“Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it. Normal neighbor shit, y’know?”

Eddie had started wandering back towards his bedroom as they talked so he could toss his coat. Steve followed him into the room, leaving the door open behind him, and started looking around.

Much like the rest of the Munson trailer, it was a far cry from what Steve had grown up with. There was so much personality in it. The walls were almost entirely covered with posters, photos, drawings, and a giant bedsheet tapestry that read CORRODED COFFIN in a sharp sort of font. There were guitars and amps lining the room and clothes all over the floor. Eddie’s bed wasn’t made, and his desk was covered in books and papers and tiny pots of paint and other art supplies. One tall bookshelf was packed entirely full of books and minifigures and empty water bottles.

Eddie sat down on his bed and pushed himself back so he could lean against the wall, growing more and more self-conscious as Steve examined his room, realizing how messy it was, how much trash was on the floor, everything that might be off-putting.

“The hell- Do you speak German, too?” Steve asked, tapping on one of the books on Eddie’s bookshelf, a German edition of the Lord of the Rings.

“Oh, actually yeah. I mean. Enough to read it at least, and listen to music. I could probably hold a conversation if I had to, but uh, I’ve never had to.”

“Dude. How many languages do you speak?”

“I swear that’s it. English, a little German, a little Russian.”

“How the fuck did you get held back in high school twice?”

“Because the American public education system as an institution is an intellectual sinkhole that only aims to teach you how to take tests and follow instructions and be a perfect little cog in the machine, and not actually retain or comprehend new information or foster a love of learning or, god forbid, think for yourself… And also I have, like, a lot of ADHD.” Eddie pushed a hand through his hair, nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.

Steve laughed and sat down on the edge of Eddie’s bed, holding his bundle of stuff in his lap.

“That makes sense,” he said. “That’s so cool, dude. I took Spanish for two years in high school and retained fucking none of it. Robin speaks all sorts of languages. She keeps trying to teach me, but like, again, bad at English and it’s the only one I know.”

“Well, at least you’re pretty,” Eddie laughed. He didn’t mean to make Steve blush, but he could see Steve’s whole face flush red as he pushed his hair back, smiling bashfully but looking away from Eddie. “Anyway,” Eddie cleared his throat. “Um. It’s late so we should probably, like. Sleep. We’ve got a party tomorrow after all.”

“Oh. Right, yeah.”

"So, the couch is like, crazy uncomfortable, my bed's not much better, and I don't care where I sleep so you pick."

"Pick… dude, I'm not gonna make you sleep on the couch in your own house! What kind of dick move is that?"

Eddie shrugged, leaning forward to untie his boots. "You're the guest," he said plainly. 

"Okay, I'm not gonna commandeer your room, though. What kind of friends do you have that they make you sleep on the couch?"

"Oh, no, if my friends stay over, we just all cram on the bed or make a pillow nest on the floor. But like, I dunno, you… We don't know each other that well, I didn't want to throw that option out and make you uncomfortable." Eddie could feel this face heating up, and started quickly working his fingers through his curls, instinctively trying to hide behind his hair.

"Oh good, you are normal," Steve laughed.

"The fuck does that mean?" Eddie giggled in mock offense.

"Nothing! Just, that's what me and all my friends did. Robs and I still sometimes share a bed, or like, we'll drag my mattress out into the living room and have a movie night like that."

"Aww, that's so cutesy I could vomit. And you wonder why people think you're dating?"

"No, I know why," Steve sighed.

"Well, it sounds to me like you’re trying to sleep with me on the first date," Eddie smirked, waggling his eyebrows in a way that couldn't be taken as anything but goofy. He leaned over into Steve's space, all but crawling into his lap. Steve didn't lean away, but he put his hand against Eddie's forehead to push him back.

"Oh, fuck off. I’m saying we're both adults, and I don't care if you don't," he sighed, laughing like Eddie was wrong. Innuendo aside, there really wasn’t anything Steve wanted more right then than to share a bed with Eddie. He hadn’t really expected to get the chance so soon.

Soon, like Steve hadn't spent the better part of three months pining after the guy, flirting his little heart out all December.

Eddie smiled at him and backed off, scooting to the edge of the bed to actually take his boots off. He glanced sideways at Steve, partially obscured by his hair. 

This very pretty boy was all but begging to share a bed. This pretty, kind, hilarious boy, god, he even smelled good. Eddie caught the scent of his cologne while he was making a fool of himself. They'd had each others' numbers for not even twelve hours and Eddie was already throwing himself at Steve.

"I'll take the couch," Eddie smiled, deciding not to dig his pit of embarrassment any deeper tonight. He stood up and glanced around his floor for anything resembling pajamas. "I’m sure you saw the bathroom on the way in. There's an outlet there behind the nightstand. And don't snoop, there's shit in here I don't want to have to explain."

"I'll try to resist the urge," Steve chuckled, working so hard to keep the disappointment out of his voice. Eddie clicked his tongue, flashing Steve a smile and double finger guns before grabbing some clothes off the floor.

"I'll be in the living room, holler if you need anything," Eddie said, turning to go.

"Hey Eddie?" Steve called after him before he got too far out the door.

"Hm?"

"Thanks, again, for letting me crash here."

"No problem," Eddie shrugged. 

"Yeah, but still." For a moment, Eddie almost reconsidered sleeping on the couch. Despite how exhausted he looked, Steve was adorable. Like a kitten falling asleep sitting up or something.

"Good night, Stevie," Eddie smiled, only rolling his eyes a little bit.

"G'night, Eds."

Eddie bit his tongue and nodded, turning to leave for real this time and closing the door behind him. The nickname and Steve's sleepy smile were all he could think about as he killed all the lights and flopped down on the couch in the living room. He took his jewelry off and set it all in a pile on the coffee table, but didn't bother changing into the clothes he'd grabbed, just stretched out on the couch and tried not to think too much about the man in his bedroom.

Steve, on the other hand, did change clothes, because god help him he could not sleep in jeans. He plugged his phone in and hit the lights and crawled into Eddie's bed and, likewise, tried not to think too much about the fact that he was in Eddie's bed. It was an impossible task. In the quiet trailer as Steve drifted off, all he could focus on was how close and still so far away Eddie was, like he was holding Steve at arm’s length on purpose, and Steve didn’t know why.

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i know ur all excited for the nye party after that reveal lol i appreciate ur patience. this should be up on ao3 soon

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[eisforeidolon]

Q: When you have to get into character, like a crying scene, like when Dean's crying on the rock because spoiler alert Mary dies -

Jared: Wow!

Jensen: Wait, when I'm what? When Dean's crying on the rock? [fan repeats] Oh, yeahyeahyeahyeah. [pause] Right.

Q: How do you get into - both of you - how do you get into that character - or, not character, like zone, I guess? Into that crying role? And then when it's over, are you like, [fake tough voice] 'I'm ready to go fight somebody', are you in the feels all day after?

Jensen: Yeah, that's how I am in real life. I'll watch a - a commercial and I'll be like [exaggerated distressed inhale, gets up and walks off], 'I wanna go fight somebody!' No, I just go to the bathroom for some tissue.

Jared: I just think of the saddest moment of my life. No, I think he and I are similar. One of my least favorite things I can see on a script is stage direction saying they break down, or they cry. Or something. And so many scenes in Supernatural - I can't necessarily name one right now - but so many scenes that didn't say Dean cries or Sam cries or Dean breaks down or Sam breaks down? We did, you know? And so many scenes also, vice versa, say Sam sheds a tear, Dean breaks down - it just didn't, it didn't feel right? So we just kind of - I think we just let the scenes happen? I feel like as the seasons progressed, when we get to like 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and so on and so forth? [points to baby crying in audience] You feel me! I feel like it was just one of those things where we'd do a scene and we'd rehearse it and be like, 'Oh, wow! That felt more powerful than I anticipated looking at the page.' [Jensen nods] So then you get to set and one of the characters kinda breaks down a little bit - okay, go with it! And vice versa. It'd be a really sadly written scene where they're talking about loss or fear or something, but it didn't feel like the characters would approach it with sadness as much as frustration? So it's - I think by - pretty quickly we had a pretty good idea of who Sam and Dean were, and then as the show progressed, the writers kind of wrote Sam and Dean to Jared and Jensen, and so they trusted us with like, 'Hey if this is a scene where y'all make a joke, we're not gonna write Dean says kiddingly yadda yadda or Sam says, you know, emotionally yadda yadda. They just kinda wrote our dialogue. And, like, y'all do y'all's thing! So I feel like that's more how I approach it.

Jensen: There's also a large capacity of confidence within the character that we have as actors. [Jared: Right.] And I mean I - to brag on him a bit [hits Jared's knee] - I remember watching him, cause in the first season, a little episode called Heart. Sam loses - what was her name? [Audience: Madison!] Madison! Yeah, and has a really, y'know, emotional scene. And Jared really got into a headspace that day, and I remember watching him on set and he was - I mean, just in a corner, just like sittin on the floor, just kinda rocking. And these lighting setups can take half hour, forty five minutes sometimes. And he was staying in this emotional - you can't do that for ten hours a day. [Jared shakes his head no.] And I remember asking him, I was like, 'Dude, what are you thinkin about?' And he was like, 'I'm thinking about my dog Sadie dying.' And that's, that's - and I mean, my God, like how emotionally taxing that must have been for him to do that for several hours, just to stay in an emotional state so that when they yelled action, he could shed tears. And -

Jared: That was the last time I did that.

Jensen: That was the last time he did it. And I watched him as not just as a scene partner and a friend, but I got to watch him as an audience member and see Jared figure out a way to tell Sam's story through actual emotion that he had for the character. And so when we got to season 15 and we had that barn scene, those weren't two actors thinking about something else that made them emotional so that they could put on an emotional face for their character. These were two actors who were so deeply invested and confident in their character that all we had to think about was Dean dying and Sam losing his brother. And the tears, and the emotion, just kind of swept us up. So yeah, it evolved over the course of the show. And getting out of it when they yelled cut? Sometimes - you know, you're essentially tricking your body into thinking that something horrible is happening? And your body is reacting by -

Jared: Your body doesn't know.

Jensen: Your body is - I remember, there were several times but I remember the one time when I was recounting Dean's experience in hell to Sam and they yelled cut and I had to walk away, because my body was shaking, because my body was thinking that I was going through something very traumatic. And it's interesting because those leave little scars on your heart. Those leave little impressions on your soul, because your body reacted to what they thought were real. And even though we knew in our brain it wasn't - we went through that process, physically. And so yeah, I had to go and walk that off because I couldn't stop - the tears just kept coming and my body was shaking and I was like [exaggerated blinking, shaking out his hands]. And so, you know.

Q: So you weren't ready to go fight anybody after?

Jared: He would've.

Jensen: Yeah, you know, I went and boxed a tree.

Jared: And we're not, like, woo-woo guys. We're southern. We're both Texans, born and bred [audience cheers] - yeah, thank you. The idea that someone's like, 'Oh, well if you do a crying scene you're gonna go home and you're gonna feel exhausted cause your body was just crying.' I'm like [loud scoffing noise]. Surrrre. Like I'm acting, I memorized the lines. But it's legit. Having done it now for 23 years, done 450 episodes of television? Yeah, you do a scene where everybody's having a good time and riding horses or laughing or joking or you're - nutcracker whatever? You gotta go home and you're laughing. You feel like you should invite friends. You do a scene where someone's, where your brother is dying? I slept for days after we shot that barn sequence. I just had no energy, I had no dopamine in my body. And I was like, this is really weird, I slept eight hours last night, I never sleep eight hours, why can I not get out of bed to go to the bathroom or whatever?

Jensen: It's strange that an emotional scene is more physically taxing on you than a day of fight scenes. It's strange but it just is, it's coming from within and it just exhausts you.

Jared: Yeah, yeah.

Jensen: It's also one of those things - just like a day of fight scenes - where at the end of it? Man, you really feel like you hung your hat on that day. Like I put in the work today. [Jared nods along and mouths yeah and same] Like I felt that, and that's always a good feeling when you know you - when you feel like you really delivered.

[solis-angelus]

Hello!! Can I vent something to you?

Well, my mains exam is coming up, this January. Me and all of the people I study with have been preparing for it and revision period started. My friends and the people I usually talk to are literally not even acknowledging I exist because they are studying so much!! I am, of course, so very scared because my entire life kinda depends on it and I'm studying well too :))

I have always known that I'm not surrounded by people I want to call my home. I also know I would find my home one day and I love my current friends but they are not the kind of people I want to talk to about my "big feelings" . But they are great friends, I could always have a casual conversation with them, they were incredibly supportive when I came out and I am really grateful for them.

Lately, they have been studying so much that they can't even have a casual conversation with me, so much that they can't even spare me 5 mins! It is not their fault and I completely understand but 5 mins for a conversation about how your day went is not a bad thing!!

I guess you could say I have been feeling a little alone, not lonely, just alone. It's sad because now I have all the "big feelings", "small feelings" and casual feelings and no one to talk to. It's so sad, I feel incredibly sad. I can only talk to myself so long!! After some time, it's not enough!!

Urghhhhhhhh

Fine, I'm lonely

oh i totally get you with the "big feelings" friends thing. theyre great people, but damn it gets Lonely sometimes when you dont have anyone to really actually properly talk to. Bcz lets be honest, the casual convo is fine. but friends are supposed to be more, and us, big feelinged people expect big feelinged conversations.

i mean it definitely is weird that they dont have 5 darn minutes to talk, sounds unhealthy for them, but then again, everyone has different study habits. and im assuming this severity of academics from your friends might be making you feel like youre not doing enough (i've been there. so), but i want u to remember the previous point (everyone has different study habits) and them supposedly putting in more hours does not in any way mean theyre better at studies than you. (And even if they are, its fine either way. Sounds basic and cringe but As long as YOU believe in yourself, everything else sorts itself out eventually)

(forgive me i got derailed twt) The point you wanted to discuss. loneliness. unfortunately, there is nothing u can do about it irl rn. Bcz friends are generally the only outlet for students of our age, and that road is currently blocked. U can come and talk to me if u want though. I'm currently taking a drop for IAT, soo with all my friends in good med colleges, i GET you. if u want to talk, i'm here. (u can also send more anon asks if youre more comfortable with that.) I especially resonate with your "big feelings" conversation point.

power and strength to you, darling. and hell yeah!! You're doing great !!! <333333333

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 142 - It's Not Winterfest Without You

It's Winterfest break! Gemma and Jaden have the day off, so they'll get to see their mom debut her single with Thorne Bailey at their dad's bar. Barely in grade school and they'll be mingling with celebs!

Xander: Morning, Muffin.

Gemma: -yawn- Hi, Daddy.

Xander: You excited for the performance today? It's as close to a concert as we can get.

Gemma: Yeah!

Jaden: I can't believe we get to see Thorne Bailey, a real celebrity!

Xander: Uh, you do know your mom's a celebrity too, right?

Gemma: Whooo, Thorne Bailey!

Meanwhile, Ophelia hears splashing coming from the bathroom. It's, of course, Lulu splashing in the toilet again.

Ophelia: Lucia Camille, how many times have we told you not to do that? It's yucky.

Lulu hates being called Lucia, because it always means she's in trouble.

Lulu: But splashing's fun!

Ophelia will have to come up with a more sanitary way to have water playtime. But for now…

Ophelia: Let's splash in a bath, yeah? You need one, stinker.

The more Lulu plays in the toilet, the sooner she can play in the bath! She's an evil genius!

Before they know it, it's time to drop Lulu and Wren off at daycare and get the launch party of Ophelia and Thorne's Winterfest single started! The two celebs are ready to dish out selfies and hugs to fans left and right. Moses gets the first from Thorne!

This launch party gives Ophelia the perfect excuse to catch up with some friends she doesn't get to see that often, including Miko Pizzazz! It seems like just yesterday Ophelia was a Notable Newcomer, singing at her and Penny's wedding, and now look at her!

After catching up and swapping photos of their kids, Ophelia notices Penny isn't around.

Miko: Oh, she's going to try to come later. Kendrix had a blowout all over her right before the nanny came and she needed to take… several showers.

Ophelia: Sheesh. Understandable.

Sometimes the game writes stuff for me. Libby was trying to talk to her GOOD FRIEND Drew when Thorne just walked up to her and started making out an autograph to her, which she was NOT at all interested in. Guess someone's got to humble Thorne every now and again!

Xander figures now is as good a time as any to break out some of the nectar he's made himself.

Octavia's a juice enthusiast, so she always appreciates a good glass of nectar.

Octavia: Hope your pours are generous. Name your price.

Xander: First one's on the house.

Jaden spends most of the event playing darts with his cousin Jace.

Ophelia: I really appreciate you stopping by, sweetie. And thanks for letting Jaden win.

Jace: You know I love seeing you perform, Aunt O! And don't give me too much credit, I just suck at darts.

Gemma decides to mingle with the Bailey-Moon teens.

Orange: Hey, you've gotta be Ophelia's kid. You look just like her!

Gemma: I get that a lot! I'm Gemma.

Orange: I'm Orange. Don't mind Anjou, no one's paid attention to her in 5 minutes so she's trying not to have a meltdown.

Gemma: Anjou? I love your Plopsy hauls. I see them on FlipFlop all the time!

Anjou: Thank you! Finally, someone recognizes my talent. Why's no one asking for MY autograph?

Orange: Buying stuff with Dad's credit card isn't a talent.

Anjou: Yeah, but I look hot while I do it!

Octavia downed her glass of nectar before I could even get a decent screenshot.

Octavia: Where did you buy this nectar? It's so velvety smooth.

Xander: Oh, I actually made it myself.

Octavia: Ophelia has a killer voice and a nectar expert husband? Her life is so perfect!

They spend most of the event talking all things mixology. Ophelia supports Xander's goal of being a master mixologist and his nectar making hobby, of course, but she can't contribute much to discussions about it. It's nice to meet someone that knows what he's talking about.

Thorne gets everyone's attention before making his speech.

Thorne: Thank you all for being here tonight, for the debut of our charity single. With your support, and your streams, we'll make sure there's Simoleons for Everyone this Winterfest season!

The crowd cheers.

Thorne: Hope you've been enjoying plenty of juice tonight. The Lemon Drop has kindly offered to donate 50% of all profits from tonight to Simoleons for Everyone, so you can feel good about drinking yourself silly!

Ophelia sends a smile to her husband. He didn't tell her that!

Thorne: Thank you to my beautiful wife, Octavia Moon, for writing the lyrics, and to Ophelia Lemon for helping me bring the song to life. And, most of all, thank you for your love and support.

No wonder Thorne was able to easily move past his songwriting scandal. He's a charmer!

Ophelia: 🎶*Carolers singing, sleigh bells are ringing It's that time of year Everyone's toasting, chestnuts are roasting Winterfest is near*

Thorne: *Something's missing, and I'm wishing Wishing that you knew How much it would mean to spend this Winterfest with you*🎶

Ophelia and Thorne:🎶*'Cause it's Winterfest And the start of something new Well it's Winterfest And I hope you will feel it too Candy canes and mistletoe Jack Frost nipping at your nose But all of it means nothing Without you*🎶

People are eating up the performance! One little fan in particular is loving the show.

Gemma might have been more excited about the Bailey-Moons because, y'know, she doesn't live with them, but seeing her mom on stage, doing what she loves, is actually a really cool experience.

The song has officially launched for streaming, and most everyone has left for the night, except the Lemons and the Moon-Bailey family. They stay behind and unwind on the rooftop under the stars after an eventful evening.

While the others mingle, Ophelia and Thorne move off to the side to have a more personal chat.

Ophelia: I really think you could have sung the song yourself, but thank you for giving me this opportunity.

Thorne: Eh, maybe I could have, but what's the fun in that?

Thorne: I know I was a bit arrogant earlier in my career, but I've grown a lot. The spotlight is big enough for more than just me. I'd be nothing without Tavi's lyrics, and this song needed some, pardon the pun, zest. You've been incredible to work with. I should be thanking you.

Ophelia feels like she's on cloud nine. There's still part of her that feels like a kid who dreams of fame, it's hard to accept she's actually made a name for herself in the music industry, even despite her hiatus.

Ophelia Lemon is back and the future of her career looks bright.