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badtimenightmarefaces · 2 years ago

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1. BANANANANANA they’re all so cute with the exaggerated expressions 🤣 I like the second vid at the end when malcom squats down so you can see his face lmao

2. PRETTY LITTLE ANGEL EYYEEESSS 👁️👁️ <- hilariously frightening, THE SAX it looks like they’re all going to attack him, and Romeo just looks so done. The voice coming out of Buddy just feels so wrongggggggg but i love itttt, and then Dave looks like he would be real charming on a date and then he’d explode a ketchup bottle on himself and his date would leave.

3. The moment where they make eye contact is just so awkward lmao

4. It’s so clear like an Elvis rip off it’s really cute, HIS EYES, HIS EYES ARE SO PRETTY. Also the stage is so small for them like geez

5. When they just leave the camera on buddy’s face 🤣🤣🤣, all of their outfits are so mismatcheddd, THE GUITAR I WANT IT. GAY LITTLE PANTS YESSSS, ALSO I THINK YOU TOLD ME BUT IT DIDNT CLICK THEY THEY WERE DOING IT ON EMU’S SHOW I LOVE EMU AND ROD HULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL IVE SEEN ALL OF THEIR SHOWS (on youtube i am a young green bean)

6. MALCOM IM NOT DROOLING OVER HIM NO I COULDNT BE NOPE NAH, THEM MOVESSSSS YESSSSS KINGS OF JIVEEEEE. Reminds me of this https://youtu.be/FsRIkUgarwA

7. Buddy is just melting 🤣 the poor guy /twirls my arms along/ BUT WHEN THEY JUMP INTO EACH OTHERS ARMS OMGGGGGGGG I WANT THAT TO BE ME PLEASE I BEG OF THE UNIVERSE. REBEL MALCOM YOU CAN DANCE UP FRONT TOO

8. The way Malcom keeps his eyes DIRECTLY on Dave at all times, ALSO HES SO SHORT AND ITS SO CUTE

9. I love this song so muchhhh i had only heard the other version but i couldn’t help singing alongggg

10. I have soooooooo much nostalgia for this song, i had this little radio looking thing you program songs into and i would play this over and overrrrrr, just sitting on the floor a little 3 year old, or walking through the apartment complex (also i’m LOVING the stripes)

11. Not much to say except Malcom was definitely asking that girl out

12. MALCOM YOUR TEETH, let’s be real that was Dave’s first kiss and he’ll be asking her to lunch later

13. I swear they’re all 5 year olds 😭🤣

14. BEARD /sweating/

15. They must be dyingggggg, they need more colorrrrrr

16. I wanna hear Roy Wood sing this so badlyyyyy he would sing it so welllllll /dance break/

17. This song and video cements that they need a musical based off them, why does he have tags on his guitar 🤣

18. They can’t put on weight because they’re nonstop sweating for work

19. Buddy looks scared for his life lmao /typing up movie to watch later/ Also this song is just straight up “When I’m Dancin’ I Ain’t Fightin” by Slade just slower-

20. I’m scared he’s gonna laser me with those glasses

21. Well this is just sad

22. It’s beautiful- /i’m not crying shhhh/

23. The lil piano makes it so eerily sad for some reason

24. This is giving Denny Laine vibes-

25. I don’t really have anything to say on this one other than sometimes the photos have really awkward placement for what’s being sung

26. Most of these i can remember what other version i had heard, but i can’t with this one

27. This is so soothing, i’m saving it, i think it’s one of my favorites

28. first, I didn’t know if I would like it but then the harmonies

29. he’s really going out of his mind

30. this is movie worthy it’s so dramatic

31. It’s so odd hearing this song showaddywaddy-ified. I accidentally broke my ipad it won’t stop playing this song 😵‍💫😭

32. This is one of my favorites too lol

33. I need showaddywaddy and wizzard to play together honestly. I think it would be a great combination. Sometimes when Dave sings he sounds like Roy Wood and i just think their potential harmonies would be absolutely fabulous. THE FLIPS OVER THEIR BACKS. Malcom and Al just doing their thing is so cute 🥹. It just looks like Malcom is trying to flirt with Al while Al is trying to look at the girls in the audience lmao

Right so

I propose

A music trade

You give me a ton of showaddywaddy music i have to listen to

And i give you an album by the move and an almost album by ace kefford (of the move) you have to listen to

(the move album is very long, so please bombard me with music)

by the looks of my browser tabs, i have never been more prepared to bombard in my life.

omg okay i'll just start linking things here.

this is the first song(different video but same song) i ever heard from them and it will never not make me laugh no matter how many times i see it:

i wonder why: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YWjMOOXaTRY (optional; the first video i've ever seen, same song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6gyP_Ty_B8 )

2. this is the second song i found after that first one got me hooked:

pretty little angel eyes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48rq5HRVn_o (optional; i couldn't choose just one video for this song so here's a second one just to put my mind at ease: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2veG0JYK3C4 )

3. there are better quality ones for this song, but i'm linking this one specifically for the moment with dave and buddy (which starts at around 2:20):

under the moon of love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIBnYMltl0U

4. this is the one with al singing lead with malcolm using buddy as a drum while being on top of the piano:

say mama: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_K4LEvyU-4

5. another one that makes me laugh every time because of buddy:

blue moon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENHrMm4OnaQ (optional; the one where they dance in tight pants: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=csMbGdR7CA8 )

6. speaking of tight pants(another one al sings lead on):

king of the jive: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ok6RqFTdhfM

7. another one from the same show, linking this version specifically for malcolm's shenanigans:

hey rock n roll: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9s5aU-ezSxg

8. this one also has better quality ones but this is my favorite video for it:

trocadero: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5PaBGURkto

9. this one i already knew the original of and i now love both versions:

doo wah diddy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-kbX2AmLJ0

10. i can(and have) listen(ed) to this on repeat for days and will never get sick of it:

who put the bomp: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJyWf3UhWCE

11. this gets stuck in my head way too often:

remember then: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPg3Mi4eosQ

12. linking this one mostly for more malcolm shenanigans but also for the "rubbish" bit:

three steps to heaven: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkGOUcEHa-4

i'm going to speed-link the rest because of reasons

13. sweet music(the end of the video is messed up but i'm just excited about MALCOLM WITHOUT SUNGLASSES): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3F-Emd_j9Q

14. sweet little rock n roller: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gnQzIYQpXI

15. footsteps: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yp30pTWSvX0

16. why do lovers break each other's hearts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSqievaLw2A

17: when: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKA7QHu_KcY

18. dancin party(this was in a movie): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU_xNL0ql2w

19. the party: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ow8Ohpll8Jc

20. heartbeat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIs0KCvCvDs

these ones don't have performance videos and are a little less goofy and more serious and/or slow and/or meaningful:

21: i don't want to dream anymore: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=or5vozTYqvM

22. smiling eyes(one of buddy's favorites): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siVHgbn36Ys

23. windows: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSxoagi1fBo

24. i wish that i could undo all the bad that i have done: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffq-HZu-CYU

25. lookin back: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuJG7-DkNwo

26. showboat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnoqKyZ4C84

27. i'm yours: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNogFPbb0M0

28. behind a painted smile: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6qnMNX8ayk

29. really going out of my mind: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzS29oU3WaU

30. paint your picture: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3F_UW7gOtU

31. swansong: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDJYjBIOots

32. i don't like rock n roll no more(one of buddy's favorites): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2LO5ydX5TfE

i could do more but i'll stop and just end it with this being optional because it's 30 minutes long:

33. the music med gummisko one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbDqd0e9DS8

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faededaway · 2 years ago

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Hawks x Reader scenario

[ established relationship between Hawks and fem reader, hidden relationship, mentions of jealousy, the word baby, and... fem presenting body parts. First person pov]

It is torture. Somehow or the other, he always ends up doing what he wants. Even though I gave him 10 good reasons why he should let me ride the bus home, he insisted on driving me back.

He's like that. "I'll be worried sick, unable to sit still till I know you're home. Let me drive you. That way I won't have to worry at all".

Here he is. Happily humming to himself while he drives me to my apartment.

Here I am, digging my fingers into my palm and staring out the window (though there isn’t much to see through the tints) to avoid his gaze. Even his humming ticks me off.

Once we stop at a red light, he rests his hand on my thigh (like he always does). It's not sexual at all. He just likes feeling my presence next to him. As a careful driver, stoplights are where he can take his hands off the wheel and look at me.

"Should we stop by somewhere? Do you want to have dinner with me before I drop you off?" He asks as he reaches for my hand to hold.

"Yeah. We should stop somewhere. A fucking ditch would be good!" I snap back while pushing away his hand midway.

"Baby....what is it?", he asks softly.

I snap my neck around to look at him. He sighs when he sees the glare on my face.

Maybe it is the Weeknd song playing in the background or maybe it's the fact that he does not have any clue of what is going on that leads me to rip off my seat belt, throw my bag to the floor, and move to the driver's seat to straddle him.

"We-, we're on the road! Baby, wha-"

I grab him by his shirt collar. I will go off on him. I will give him an earful about what he did today! That is what I think until I see look into his eyes. Even now, so soft and loving. UGH!

My hands fall at my sides. I hide my face in the crook of his neck. If I look at him any longer, I will cry.

“You wanna know why I’m upset, Keigo?”, I turn my head slightly, just enough to see his hand move up to caress my face.

“Mhmm”.

“It was what you did in the party tonight! I know that you and the other UA graduates are close. You guys went through a lot together, took down the LOV together and whatever. But, did you have to let Chargebolt sit on your lap because apparently there were no other seats left? And they all hugged you like, like, I dunno! Pinky even kissed your cheek. You’re so close to them. But not as close to me? I can’t even, I can’t even sit next to you, because according to the public eye we don’t know each other. But they can touch you all they want?”, just thinking about tonight’s party makes me want to scream.

His left hand rests on my back. His right hand caresses my face. “Baby, I did not keep my distance because I wanted to. I saw you. I wanted to greet you. But you know why I had to keep my distance.”

I do know why.

It was a UA’s anniversary party. He dressed up in simple dark slacks and a bottle green shirt I had gifted him. I am wearing a matching dress! Together, I think we definitely look like a couple but we had to maintain our distance as we both want to keep our relationship private. We could not risk any paparazzi getting pictures of us.

I sit up in his lap to face him. He says he had to, he says he wanted to, and I get it. But that does not make me any less upset.

“I know! I know that I was only invited because of my recent work Todoroki. They dunno we know each other. They don’t know that we’re dating. But, are you really saying that you had to have them all up in your space knowing I couldn’t do the same? I really don’t care if they do this when I am not there. But seeing them touch you when I wanted to touch you, specially when I was ... I am so, so,” my face finds buries itself in the crook of his neck again. My hands grab onto his collar again.

“So what, baby?”, he whispers. I have a feeling he knows what I will say. His right hand is rubbing my thigh now. It does not feel as innocent as it did just a while ago.

“So hot and bothered for you”, the words leave my mouth like a sob.

His hands pause. After a few seconds of silence, his laughter fills the car.

“Baby, are you telling me you’re jealous? Hm? You were, are, hot and bothered for me. But could do nothing about it. Is that what why you’re upset?”.

We’re wearing matching clothes. He’s in the shirt I gifted him. I know I smell like his cologne because I used the bottle he left at my place. And I know my boyfriend is driving me to my house. We are a couple. But I am jealous. And I am hot for him. He can’t even stay over because he has night patrol.

I only whine in response.

“What do you want baby? Do you want me to take you in the car?”, his voice sounds even lower now. As if, he’s trying to work me up even more.

“Yes!” the word leaves my mouth as a moan.

I hear him chuckle before he positions me is a way where I’m straddling one of his thighs. He moves my dress up to my waist. The moment he sets me down, I feel him between my legs. I unintentionally squeeze myself around his thighs.

One of his hands rests on my back, holding me up. The other cups my face. “How about you ride my thigh first? Hm? You’ve always liked that”.

I nod my head in reply. Anything he gives me, I will take. To have his attention, is all I want right now.

I grab his shoulders to steady myself, and start to grind on his thigh. He let’s me go at my pace. He enjoys watching my face contort, and gauging my movements to see how I please myself. Every time my clit rubs against him, I shudder. “Keigo, please help me”.

“Of course, baby. What do you need me to do”?

“Please, please, touch me!”

He slides his hands up my body. He starts at my waist, brings his hands over my shoulders, until finally cupping my breasts. He plays with my hardened nipples over my dress, kneading and massaging my breasts, making me whine and groan.

I can feel the spot where my pussy touches his slacks get wetter. I want to hide my face in his neck again but I know he hates when I do that. So I kiss him. I moan into his mouth and wrap my arms around his neck. One of his hands moves down to my ass, while the other moves to my clit. With just a touch of his hand, I come undone. He stops kissing me so he can hear my moans loud and clear.

He rubs my back as I come down from my high. “That was good, baby. Take your time. I’m here.”.

Just then, a chorus of long beeps and horns start all around us.

Keigo chuckles, “forgot we were still on the road. I guess we will have to continue this in the next stop”.

“Keigo.... can I have you inside me till then?”

“You wanna cock warm me till then? Do as you like, baby. Do, as you like”. He kisses my forehead while I free his cock from his slacks.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami smut #mha smut #bnha smut #keigo takami x reader

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since0202 · 4 years ago

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Taking Time—One

Summary: Maya Sunriviere was just trying to finish her last semester of high school and get the hell off this reservation. But when a man she barely knows lays some weird archaic claim on her, the tribal council steps in and tells her what her destiny will be. That won’t stop Maya from searching for another way out though.

Timeline: This story take place a few years after the events in Breaking Dawn.

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Original Quileute Female Character

Content warnings (later chapters): NSFW, semi-controlling behavior, smut (p-in-v), unprotected sex, fluff, angst, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), imprinting, age gap (10 years)

Word count: 3,061

You’re never sure when your life actually starts. One day you just wake up and everything looks different, there’s a shift in the universe, or you feel all brand new but somehow, irritatingly, the exact same. For me, my world began to shift the last weekend of winter break before my last semester as a senior at the Quileute Tribal School. If only I’d have known what chaos was about to unfold, maybe I would have held on tighter to the old instead of rushing toward the new.

“You’re going to freeze to death!” Rebecca was expertly applying her lip gloss in Maya’s full length mirror when she saw her shimmying on the tightest dark wash jeans she had in her closet. The rips exposed just the right amount of thigh and Maya had paired it with a cropped dark green tank top with thin spaghetti straps. Her long, silky, black hair rippled down to her mid back and her almond shaped milk chocolate eyes were accentuated with just a hint of mascara.

Maya looked up laughing as she struggled to button her pants. “Chill Becks, I’m gonna wear my sheepskin coat. Plus this is an indoor party, no?”

“Fashion over warmth, take note!” Keye said from her place on Maya’s bed, sprawled on her stomach and finishing her expert eye shadow.

“Don’t come crying to me when you’re a popsicle,” Becks turned back to applying her mascara letting her mouth hang open.

“Oh!” Keye exclaimed as a new song shuffled on her phone. She pressed up the volume to the point where Maya and Becks had to shout over Khalid’s song “Twenty One.” Maya dug in her closet for her trusty pair of brown boots with red laces.

“Keye!” she shouted, snapping her fingers to get her attention over the music. She posed when she looked over.

“SHOW ME THE BUTT!” Keye shouted, clapping. Maya laughed and did a little twirl. “Yesss!!” Becks nodded her approval from the mirror having moved on to applying lip gloss. Maya bounded over to her and Becks automatically handed her the wand. Maya had A-class best friends—they were all adept at anticipating each other’s needs, hyping one another up, communicating with just a look, and being there at the drop of a hat. With a quick swipe of the sticky substance across her full, pouted lips, she handed the wand back to Becks who turned to peck her lightly on the lips with an exaggerated “Mwah!”

Keye dug under Maya’s bed and swiftly pulled out the tall bottle of vodka they had swiped from her dad’s liquor cabinet and flicked the lid off to take a swig. She grimaced and handed it out to Maya who eagerly took it and dunked it back dramatically, taking a larger glug than intended before sputtering and coughing. Keye burst into laughter and Beck’s joined in, grabbing the bottle and taking a small swig, ever the responsible one.

As Maya ungracefully regained her composure and complained that she was going to need to reapply her lipgloss, her bedroom door swung open, revealing a tall, handsome man in his mid-forties, with long black swinging hair. He was covering his ears and looked annoyed.

“Can you turn it down? PLEASE?!” he shouted. Keye was quick to push the volume down. Becks had expertly stowed the bottle under her baggy black sweater and was pretending not to notice Maya’s dad’s intrusion.

“Sorry, dad,” Maya said, still coughing and covering her mouth. “Swallowed wrong.” She answered to his quirked eyebrow.

“Don’t forget your curfew. Midnight, no later, understood?” He said firmly. Maya nodded agreeably.

“Yes, midnight, got it! Thank yooou!” she replied in a sing-songy voice.

“Behave yourselves,” he said as he pulled the door shut behind him. Maya immediately turned on her heel and quickly collided with Becks who’s eyes had gone wide. She fished under her shirt and produced the bottle of vodka and they each took another quick pull.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s gooo!” Keye said as Maya reapplied her lip gloss in the mirror with only one arm through her jacket. And with that, the three inseparable friends tumbled down the wide staircase and out the front door, shouting their goodbye’s to Maya’s parents as they went. The cool night air ushered them in. They could taste the wet promise of snow on the tips of their tongues as they inhaled chilly breaths, their arms threaded into one another’s as they charged down the lamp lit street toward their destination.

“Do you think Kai will be there?” Keye prompted, pulling the bottle out of Beck’s hands as she took a drink, resulting in a squeal from her.

“Ugh, I hope not, he’s such a douche. Are he and Sadie Guthrie still going at it?” Maya responded, pushing her breath out in huffs and making ghosts in the frosty air.

“So they say,” Becks said waggling her eyebrows. Her short black hair was clipped back away from her beautiful round face. Her naturally ruby lips shone with the help of the gloss in the lamp light and her dark green eyes dazzled in the moonlight. Each of the girls was a varying shade of warm brown. Maya had the softest glow, with sunkissed russet skin that always looked like she had walked fresh off a warm beach even under the rainy overcast sky that plagued the rez. Becks was a shade warmer, the color of macadamia nut shell, and her bright vibrant smile was like a magnet whenever she laughed. Keye looked like her mother, with warm honey brown skin and red undertones that pooled warmth into her high cheekbones. Her dark brown eyes were swarmed by thick black lashes that always gave her a heavy lidded look. Her “come hither” eyes she always joked.

The threesome was a sight and heralded by their classmates as exceptionally beautiful, which translated, naturally, to being well liked.

“Are you still hung up on him?” Maya chided as she took a swig. The bottle was getting close to half empty.

“I’m not ‘hung up’ on anything!” she protested. “Just looking for a little eye candy tonight. God, he’s good looking.”

“Yeah well,” Maya said.

“Oh pipe down, Virgin Maya,” Becks poked at her side and Maya squealed. “No one at this school is ever good enough, admit it.”

“I’m admitting nothing. Your girl’s just got high standards is all.” To this, Becks rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe that college dick will suit you better,” she replied. Maya almost choked on the last sip of vodka amidst her laughter.

“Jesus, Becks!” Keye scolded playfully, “Give the girl a break, she aims high. Too high, but high nonetheless. You know what they say about aiming high?” Maya and Becks looked at her expectantly, “The farther and harder they fall.”

“High standards, low morals, am I right ladies?” Maya yelled holding the bottle above her as they swayed off down the street together. The whole world opened up before them and they plunged headlong into the night, eager to see what awaited them on the other side.

The party was at a small house down by the beach. The air coming off the crashing waves nearly choked with cold, but the buzz of activity in the house was inviting and flowing with alcohol to keep everyone warm.

The girls made their rounds, checking in on some friends and being pulled into all too familiar hugs with some of the boys from school. Maya felt the finality of this evening upon them too quick. This was their last party before their final semester, before the crushing anxiety of college acceptance letters rolling in, the onslaught of finals, the inevitable change of life.

Maya scanned the room, looking for anything that would catch her interest, but as usual, there wasn’t anyone she was truly interested in. Of course, she was attracted to plenty of the boys at school and a few of them over the years had even tried to take her out on dates, but she always lost interest a few weeks in, feeling that hollow pit in her stomach of something missing. Hilariously, this has earned her the moniker of the Tribal School’s biggest prude. But she always laughed it off—she’d know who she wanted when she saw them, she was sure of it.

The night progressed while the girls drank the mystery mixture from their red solo cups and danced in the small living room with a throng of kids from school. At one put Keye disappeared and a few songs later, Maya was alerted when Becks squawked with delight and shock, pointing over Maya’s shoulder toward the far wall. Kai Pierce was wrapped around Keye, their lips smashed unceremoniously together when just a few hours ago, he had been similarly wrapped around Sadie Guthrie in the opposite corner.

Maya, too drunk to feel disdain, barked out a laugh and tried to shout across the booming chorus of the music “Oh Jesus Keye! Com’ere!” But Keye was lost in the sweet forgetfulness of kissing your long time crush. Becks and Maya devolved into giggles, stumbling and splashing their drinks, when a loud crow of noise came from the front door. Two towering boys, one with their arm wrapped around a girl, walked in and let out a holler of joy to announce their presence.

“Oh...oh my god,” Becks said surprised. Maya looked to her confused, her vision a little shaky now. She couldn’t place the two boys, their faces clearly that of a high school boys but their bodies were tall, hard and the muscular ones of men. It was kind of funny, actually. “Is that….Is that Jeremy Treever and Mica Blackfoot?”

Maya did a double take. There was no way! Jeremy Treever had had a long time crush on Maya, that she knew very clearly, but when did he become so...enormous? Even by winter break standards, no one could bulk up that fast, let alone shoot up 8 inches. He towered over the heads of some of the others. Her eyes connected with his and he gave her a devilish grin before hollering over everyone’s heads and the thumping music.

“Maya Sunriviere! Come here!”

She didn’t really take kindly to being summoned so she dipped her head and took another drink from her cup, swinging her body behind Becks who looked pleasantly alarmed. Jeremy didn’t seem too perturbed and wove his way through the crowd easily. It helped that people kind of stumbled out of the way of his massive frame.

“Oh god, he’s coming over here,” Maya said mortified to Becks. Becks returned Maya’s sentiment with wide eyes, trying to stifle a smile as Jeremy appeared over Maya’s shoulder. He tapped her on the shoulder and Maya, biting her lip, turned and gave the overly pleasant greeting of a woman taken off guard. “Oh my god! Jeremy, HI!”

Jeremy chuckled at this, “Hi. What are you drinking?” he pointed to her solo cup. Maya held it up, confused and then squinted her eyes in trying to remember.

“Mmmmm Quileute kid punch!” she said. “Everything a growing girl needs, you know?”

“Yeah, let me grab us some more drinks. I’ve been meaning to talk to you,” he said, trying to retreat and solidify his night with her. Before he could get too far though, she shouted a retort.

“You know, metabolic steroids are really bad for you!” she yelled over the music. Was it getting incredibly hot in here? He laughed and Maya was momentarily transfixed by the sight of it. She recognized something familiar in there. Curious.

“I’m just filling out Maya!” he yelled back over the music, clearly taking note of her interest, “I’ll be right back.” Before she could stop him, he had deftly moved away to the punch bowl.

“We gotta go!” Maya said frantically.

“What?! Why?! They’re hot.” Becks said.

“Keye!” Maya swung around, looking back to the far wall. She was gone. “Keye!” Maya called out again looking around the room. She saw her just by the front door, being pulled by the hand out into the cold night. Maya saw an opportunity and took it. “Let’s go!” she yelled to Becks as she threaded through the crowd, Becks arm gripped firmly in her hand as she stumbled and laughed wheezing, “Jeez Maya! Slow down!”

“Hey!” Jeremy called across the crowd, holding two cups in his hand and nearly stunned at the brush off.

“My friend!” Maya called back, ever the polite cover up, “She...I gotta…” she didn’t finish as she snagged her coat from the rack by the door with her finger tips, delicately balanced the cup in her hand and grasping a stumbling Becks with the other. Before Jeremy could open his mouth to protest, they were out the door in the cool night air. “Where the fuck did she go?” Maya breathed. Becks had somewhat regained her feet under her, “Come on.” she said to Becks as she scanned the beach ahead. There were several dark figures milling about. One of them had to be Keye.

Mostly, Maya was hoping to get out of sight of Jeremy, rather than crash Keye’s chance at getting lucky with Kai. Something had set off in her when Jeremy got near her and she wasn’t entirely sure what that was. Attraction? Couldn’t be, she knew what that felt like, but Jeremy was...different than the other guys thrashing around at the party. And she didn’t just mean his stature.

She could have sworn that just before they left for winter break, he stood at eye level with her, the pudginess of a young kid still hanging on his bones. But now, he was all muscle-hard and she was pretty sure she saw a tattoo peeking out from under the right sleeve of his black t-shirt. His once long hair was shorn short and the usual round face was cut with hard angular lines that pronounced a spectacular jaw.

As Maya and Becks made their way down the freezing beach, Maya tugged on her jacket and smooshed her side into Becks’.

“Jeremy Treever is looking pretty fine, no?” Becks said between chattering teeth. “And who was with Mica? I don’t think I’ve seen her before.”

“No clue,” Maya said, trying not to give anything away. Becks, ever perceptive, nudged her shoulder into Maya’s.

“Oh come on, he was nearly dripping onto you. That boy is a puddle when he’s around you,” she joked.

“Not a boy anymore,” Maya was starting to get cold now too. She hated feeling cold and craved the warm summer sun. Her mom had always joked that Maya’s most natural state was lying in the sun, usually clad in as little a bikini top as she was allowed with cuffed jean shorts. “Where the hell did she go?” Keye had the incredible ability to disappear and reappear at a moment's notice. As they trudged down the beach, Maya heard her name bellow out behind her.

“Hey Maya, wait up!” the ever persistent Jeremy was jogging up the beach toward her. Mica and his girlfriend were further down the beach taking their time. Maya sucked in a breath and tighted her grip on Becks.

“You’re being dramatic. He’s cute, what’s the problem?!” Becks protested as Jeremy finally caught up with them, “Hey Jeremy. You sure do know where the gym is huh?”

“Yeah, I had some free time this break.” He said nonchalantly, shrugging.

“You must be freezing,” Maya said. Jeremy was only wearing a black and some dark jeans.

“I run hot,” he said, meeting Maya’s gaze with a warm grin.

“You sure do,” Becks said. Maya jutted her elbow into her side and Becks let out a cry.

“What’s up?” Maya said, folding her arms across her chest and trying to conserve what little warmth she had left.

“Uhh,” Jeremy seemed lost for words now that he had her attention, “How was your break?” He put a hand behind his head, scratching it. Maya gave a gentle smile but looked around the beach and replied cheerfully.

“My break? Uhh, yeah it was good. Ready to knock this semester out and move on.”

“Oh yeah, for sure,” an awkward silence ensued and Becks was trying her best to hold it together next to Maya. Unfortunately, this was a common occurrence for their group. A lot of the boys in their class and even some lower classmen would try to talk to them sometimes. Maya was the best at it. She was always genuine and kind, and never tried to throw anyone off unless they were being an absolute ass for clout. That was usually easy to spot. Keye was a little more direct and brushed people off easily. Becks typically changed the conversation to something academic or community related and they often lost interest.

“Listen, uhh,” Jeremy was shifting his weight from foot to foot, his hands now shoved deep in his jean pockets. “I was wondering, I mean once we get back into the swing of things at school if you maybe wanted to...I don’t know, go—” It was about to happen. He was going to ask her on a date. Becks was green next to Maya and as Maya opened her mouth to respond accordingly to the invite she knew was coming, Becks doubled over and vomited on the sand at their feet.

“Oh fuck!” Maya said, immediately moving to grab Beck’s short hair so it wouldn’t drop into her face. Jeremy had jumped back in alarm but was now seemingly concerned.

“Jeez is she okay?” he said.

“Just drunk I think. Becks. BECKS! Blink twice if you’re gonna puke again,” Maya said. Becks gave an ungodly moan of despair and Jeremy looked at Maya in alarm.

“What does that mean?” He said.

“It means I need to get her home. Can you find Keye? She’s making out with Kai somewhere,” Maya muttered, not really looking up. Suddenly though, Keye appeared.

“Good god, Becks, not again.” she said.

“Not helpful, Keye,” Maya said as they both hoisted Becks up and started off toward Maya’s house again.

“Impeccable timing Becks,” Maya said somewhat relieved. Behind her, Jeremy shouted “I’ll see you at school!” Becks continued to groan and they carried her away up the dark street stumbling as they went.

Next > >

#twilight fanfiction #paul lahotexoc #paul lahote #paul lahote pairing #taking time #chapter 1

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mirxzii · 2 years ago

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who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

assuming this means all of them, so whew.. here we go

alr answered!

probably lighter, although ive never used one.

absolutely not. window closed, blinds closrd, curtains closed.

idk what this means but i kinda believe in ghosts

green!

because im an idiot DGBVXHN

hair ties!

3 hahah

neither!

probably

drawing i think

its a laze around and do nothing kind of day

umm maybe an hour or two ago?

kinda?

i am. i have many children who i will protect with my life

i can drive a golf cart

alr answered!

uhhh idk?

YES BUT ID BE RLY BAD

soda!

this alice in wonderland funko pop, plus my very first stuffie named baby (i ripped off his head once and my mom had to sew it back on)

im not sure what this means haha

i like chilly weather sometimes, but not all the time. better than hot weather

we would be talking together probably

neither

scenarios of characters falling asleep next to me/with me probably

last night? probably about 7?

i do sometimes!

HOT.

nope!

vocaloid ehehe

yeah its this pink one that velcros around so that i dont have to hold it while i walk

uhh…probably at camp?

alr answered!

uhhh pst?

alot…im not quite sure how many times

yup, a lot of my old classmates

no clue

nope!

uhh i dont think so

i dont drink coffee!

pjsekai and ibispaint KEHDJKS

hate it. spicy food sucks ass

…this remains my secret ehe

uhm..oh yeah i met a friend and had ice cream

there arent really any good jewish holiday films

huh?

I HAD WINE AT PASSOVER DINNER TWO YEARS AGO AND GOT TIPSY IT WAS COOL

nope!

ABSOLUTELY YES PLS

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f1nalboys · 3 years ago

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Let The Show Begin

SO the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan has an OC Amber (who is literally the love of my life) and she recently wrote a fic of Amber meeting my Slasher OC Red and god I loved it!!

I had the idea of Amber going to see Red’s band in concert and just had to write it so, here it is!! I really hope you like it Bex, and I hope I did Amber justice!

WORD COUNT: 1569

WARNINGS: none. just Red and Amber being bffs

“Red, man, if you don’t stop pacing I’m going to have to beat you to death with the microphone stand.” Indigo mutters, their leg sticking out in an attempt to trip him. He flips them off but, knowing that they are 100% serious, flops down on the couch next to them. They rest their hand on his leg. “What’s got you so amped up? You nervous?”

Red nods his head. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Indigo why he was nervous. He can feel their eyes on him and he groans. “I invited a… friend to come see us play and I’m nervous.”

“Ooh, a friend you say?” Indigo teases, their eyebrows wiggling. Red scoffs, going to run a hand through his hair before remembering he had done his liberty spikes for the show. “And is this friend a sexy friend?”

“Shut up! And no, she’s in a relationship.”

“A serious one?” Red snorts. He had asked the same damn thing. He nods and Indigo hums, turning and waving at Naveen as he walks in. His drumsticks were sticking out of his front pocket, the paint on the ends chipping.

Naveen sits next to Red, swinging his legs over to lay on top of Red and Indigo. “Yeah, like, ‘his-initials-are-carved-into-her-skin’ serious.” Naveen whistles, not knowing what the hell the two of them were talking about.

Indigo grins, clearly loving that. “She sound’s badass. She coming backstage?”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for her to text that she’s here so I can go get her the pass.” His phone chimes and he pulls it out of his pocket and he smiles. Ignoring the ‘ooh's' and ‘Red’s got a crush’ coming from the two, he stands and rushes out of the green room. He had ten minutes before he had to get on stage.

She was easy to spot. She looked beautiful, her red curly hair a neon sign in between the sea of black and blue of the other patrons. “Amber!” Red yells, grinning when Amber looks around until she spots him. Her smile matches his and he can feel his heart skip a beat as she shimmies her way through the crowd. God damn it; she really was something special.

“Red! You’re looking good; the hair is nice,” She says, her manicured hand reaching out and touching one of his spikes. He grins, waving her flattery off. “So, you wanted to see me before you performed? Are you trying to warn me of some weird thing you do on stage? Tell me you aren’t one of those bands that throw up as part of their act.”

“Jesus, no. What kind of bands do you go see?” He asks and she shrugs, smiling again. Her lips were painted red, a staple of hers it seems, and her outfit was surprisingly more punk than he’d have expected from her. “I wanted to give you a backstage pass. There’s another band going on after us and I figured you might wanna come and see me, you know, since you’re totally going to fall in love with me while I sing.”

Amber rolls her eyes, taking the slip of paper from his hands. “A backstage pass for little old me? You shouldn’t have.”

“It’s a pretty exclusive offer, had to cash in a few favors for it.” He says, puffing his chest out slightly. He was obviously fucking with her, but she didn’t realize the extent until she really looked at the paper. She laughs, throwing her head back, and his heart swells. He made her laugh!

“It’s a piece of paper with ‘Let her through, Nathan. - signed, Red’ on it. You might’ve gotten ripped off, babe.” He rolls his eyes, glancing down at his watch and cursing. He has five minutes. She grins at him. “Gotta run?”

He nods, pulling her in for a quick hug before turning and running backstage. Amber chuckles to herself, slipping the paper in her pocket, and begins to make her way through the crowd. She was excited, actually. The last time she hung out with Red she had convinced him to show her one of his bands songs and she immediately wanted to see him live.

The lights dim as she gets closer to the stage, grinning as the crowd quiets. The sound of microphone feedback catches her attention and she can feel the excitement in the crowd grow. “Welcome to the stage… Sinful Tranquility!” The crowd erupts into cheers and shouts as the stage lights turn on, the stage turning red.

Amber could make out four silhouettes and immediately clocks Red, his liberty spikes giving him away just a bit. The drums start, and then a guitar, and a bass, and finally Red. The lights flash, the crowd jumps in tune with the music, and Amber realizes she is kind of in the middle of a mosh pit. Red was singing and playing the guitar at the same time and Amber was actually really impressed.

Seeing them live was vastly different from listening on the record Red had. Their sound was a mix of early Napalm Death and Against Me!, which came together to make a unique sound Amber hadn’t heard before. She loved it. She found herself jumping along with the crowd, yelling and cheering with each new song.

“Thank you all! That’s it for us but stick around because Sinners, Saints, and Souls are next!” Red yelled into the microphone, breathing heavy, as his set finally finished. The lights go dim and he and the rest of his band get off stage. He breaks into a grin as he gets backstage, people cheering and clapping him on the back.

“We were fucking awesome!” Naveen says, throwing an arm over Indigo and Kell, the band's bassist. They grin, turning to Red who was looking around for Amber. “You looking for your little girlfriend, Keiji?” Naveen teases.

Before he can give his snarky response, Red see’s a flash of red and grins. “Not his girlfriend, just a friend who’s a girl,” Amber replies cooly, coming over and grinning when Red slings his arm over her shoulder. He had a good foot on her and his arm completely swamped her. “You guys were fucking awesome, by the way. I’m Amber, though I take it Red’s talked about me?”

Indigo snorts and Red sighs, preparing for the embarrassment about to ensue. “Bordering on obsession. I’m Indigo, that’s Naveen and that’s Kell.” Amber elbows Red in the side slightly as he groans. “So, I heard you got your boyfriend’s initials carved into your skin?”

“So you’re spilling all my secrets?” Amber asks Red who can do nothing but give an embarrassed smile in response. She pulls her collar down to reveal the scar and Indigo whistles. “Told you we were serious.”

“You’re fucking cool.” Naveen says before getting distracted by a tech guy who walks past him with a wink. He excuses himself and runs off after him, surely trying to get his number. Indigo groans. Now they were going to have to wear their soundproof headphones if Naveen got to bring him home.

Red walks Amber to the green room where the next band was leaving. He says hi, introducing Amber to the members, before getting inside the room and shutting the door behind him. “The lead singer is a dickhead,” He mutters, grabbing a water bottle and tossing one to her. She chuckles, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to her. “So, you really enjoyed the show?”

“Yeah. I mean, it was a 7 out of 10.” She says, instantly feeling bad when she sees his face drop. He swallows hard, nodding and turning his head away from her. He’d never admit it, but he really was trying to impress her. It’s not even that he wanted to date her, it’s just that she was so cool and he wanted her to think he was too. “I’m kidding, Red. You did great!”

“Don’t fuck with me like that!” He whines, punching her shoulder gently. The two of them break into a fit of giggles. “I’m glad you liked it, though. This was definitely one of our better shows.”

She raises an eyebrow, taking a sip from her water, waiting for him to elaborate. “The last show we did here, Indigo almost shit themselves. The complimentary burritos weren’t all that fresh, if you know what I mean.”

“Keiji! Don’t tell her that!” Indigo says, standing in the doorway, their face contorted in anger. He hadn’t even heard the door open. “Come here, fucker!” Red jumps up and over Amber, running away from Indigo who follows closely behind him. Amber laughs as she watches them leave the green room and laughs even harder when she hears the sound of Red being tackled.

“Ow! Get off me, you fucking heathen!” Red yells, his voice muffled by the floor. Amber settles back into the couch, taking another sip of her drink, and grinning. She liked him. He was funny, cool, definitely interesting, and he liked her. And despite the constant flirting, she knew he wouldn’t ever try to go further than that even if she gave him an in.

“Damn, I’m guessing Red told you about the shit-show last year?” Naveen says, flopping down next to Amber and she snorts, nodding. “They’re gonna be fighting for a while. Want me to order some pizza?”

#slashers #s1mping4slashers writing #s1mping4slashers works #s1mps slasher oc #red devlin #amber cottrell #bisexual-horror-fan #slasher oc #friend's ocs #amber and red r besties #pure fluff #horror movie villians #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #s1mping4slashers masterlist #amber x red #slasher oneshot #slasher fic

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herstarburststories · 5 years ago

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Brutal (Dean Winchester x Reader)

✾ A/N: More Dean x reader content, but angst this time! Reposting because I had to edit a few things. Gif's credits on it. Based on the song ‘from the dining table’.

✾ Summary: Unlike her boyfriend, Dean Winchester, the reader wasn’t raised as a hunter. At first, it seems like a hard but worth it job. Unfortunately, you didn't have in mind how brutal all of it could get.

✾ Words: 3k.

"YOU ARE NOT YOURSELF ANYMORE, DEAN!"

The discussion over a delicate subject at the dining table was blossoming into something bigger. (Y/N) was on her feet, shouting at her boyfriend with a shaking voice; a manner that was very uncommon. You were used to Dean being stubborn, and you were not behind him in this aspect which caused a few disagreements here and there. That certain argument, though, was definitive in every meaning of the word.

"I HAVE ALWAYS MADE IT FUCKING CLEAR WHAT THIS LIFE WAS, (Y/N)!" Dean snapped back, anger dripping from his words like venom. He was hurt. How could you say that he was becoming a cold-hearted person? You, of all people. "IF I DON'T KILL IT, IT KILLS ME! THIS ISN'T AN APPLE PIE LIFE, AND YOU KNEW IT WHEN YOU DECIDED TO STAY HERE!"

"I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT VAMPIRES OR POLTERGEISTS OR WENDIGOS, DEAN! FUCK!" Your usual efficiency with words was starting to tangle with desperation. Dean didn't even see the problem, for God's shake. How could you keep this up? "I'M TALKING ABOUT THE PEOPLE! I SAW YOU KILL FIVE POSSESSED PEOPLE TODAY!"

"DEMONS!" He groaned and slapped the table. You jumped in surprise, making him regret getting out of control and coaxing a softer, calmer tone from his mouth. "I killed demons, not people."

"The demons were possessing them, and you killed them off without any regret. You didn't even take a minute to consider other options."

"What other options?" he questioned, obviously upset. What the hell were you doing? Becoming the devil's advocate all of sudden?

"Using the demon-killing knife to stab a non-vital part of their bodies? Maybe an exorcism?"

"None of those options would end the problem permanently. Do you have any idea how many sons of a bitch came back from hell to get Sam and me? It's them or us, (Y/N). And I will always choose us." Dean was aware that you weren't raised in this life like him and Sam, but this conversation was becoming frustrating and confusing. You were training to be like them. You went to hunts with them. You... You supported him. At least, you did last time he checked. "The human is long gone when they get possessed. Dying is the best thing that could happen to them after that."

You were supposed to be an easy case that turned out to be more complicated than previously expected, what meant both of them staying a little longer in the city, you catching feelings for Dean and vice-versa. After all you had seen, you knew that normal life was a long lost memory that you didn't wish to visit, leave alone live in. Hauntings, traveling across the country, having no banal responsibilities-- that seemed like the kind of dangerous fun you had been looking for your whole life. Then, you came with them. Killing things had never bothered you-- they weren't actually alive, for starts. Until you saw how cold Dean looked when he killed off possessed people-- the humans that were still in there somehow. And he kept doing it as if it were the only option. Of course, this job and violence walked side by side, but not unnecessary lethal choices. Dean certainly shared his portion of brutality, which wasn't tiny, but you would never picture your boyfriend as uncaring. Not until you watched five bodies piled up together, burning. What about the chance that those people should have gotten?

"Are you even listening to yourself, Dean? What if Sam had thought like that when you became a demon!?" Apprehensive, you tried to make him understand what was wrong.

Dean clenched his jaw before his answer came out, "Those are two different things, (Y/N). You know that."

"I..." You flinched, taking a deep breath and letting it out. You shut your eyes before opening them with a determinate glare, locking your gaze with his green one. "I can't. I said I would stand by you through anything, but I can't let this slide. Not like this."

"Because I killed a few demons?" The older Winchester grinned wryly. He was furious, scared by the possibility of you leaving him, and injured by your words. What else could a wounded animal do besides attacking? "I survived, (Y/N). I've killed many others, and I'm not fucking sorry for it. They had it coming. You knew that was my life, and you chose it. What are you going to do now? Play the coward? It's a dirty, fucked up job, but someone has to do it, and you knew that."

Offering a sad smile, you walked towards him and lifted your hand to claim his cheek only for him to pull away from you. Your heart ached, but you needed to do that. Stick to your morals and beliefs.

"I love you." And you did, you truly did. Unfortunately, blood was as normal as water in his mouth, and you couldn't help but remain nauseous after what you tasted. "But there is a better way. Maybe not perfect, but another decision. And if you can't see that, if you can't see why I find it wrong to just rush around with the knife in every situation--" Your voice almost broke. "Goodbye, Dean."

You turned around, passing away from the man you loved before another speech stopped you.

"I bet you regret leaving your home to run away with me now."

You didn't take two seconds to reply, and you desired that he could understand how hard it was for you too. "I would never regret you."

No ray of sunshine licked Dean's face to wake him up. Fortunately for the Winchesters' disorganized sleeping routine, the bunker prevented the sun from invading the window-- a perk of living almost under the land in a bunker.

Instead of a normal reason to emerge from his rest, Dean's eyes fluttered open from an annoying migraine. Perhaps he went a little too hard on the alcohol yesterday, but that was the last thing that mattered. Besides, even if it was an abnormal sensation, he wouldn't trade it for sake of 'drinking like a normal human being', as (Y/N) had teased him so many times before.

(Y/N).

It took two seconds after recovering consciousness to think about you.

“Where are you?” he said in a whisper, playing with himself to the silent walls. Dean laughed with his own brand of self-deprecation-- a learned cruelty to dilute the tug of his emotions before the eldest Winchester had to get up. He knew exactly where you resided and why you were there. He decided against feeding his masochism for once, not glancing at your side of the bed.

To face the light fixtures above him only made his current situation more depressing, just like the hints of paint that (Y/N) had once thrown there. Dean Winchester knew pain like no other; hell, purgatory, an emptied childhood, watching his mother seal a deal with a demon, living with the fact his father had gone to hell to save him, being right in front of Sammy when he died, all the bloody deaths he’d lived through again and again-- the list would go on. He could probably drown in an ocean of his deceased loved ones’ blood and swim there for hours until he reached its edge.

Most of the time, the life of a hunter was synonymous with tragedy.

Therefore, Dean was very experienced when it came to suffering. He even shared a last name with a rifle, for God’s sake. Destruction was stained in his bones. This time, it was a different kind of torment.

His heart had been broken before, sure. He wasn’t in his early twenties, neither was he a saint. Dean was aware that a break in relationships could be devastating.

But again, this time, it was different. (Y/N) had not only broke his heart. You ripped it out and threw it in the trash as you walked out the door without looking back. His trust was in your pockets, and the beliefs clinging to the divine sensation of your touch that left with you.

Dean Winchester was hopeless. Deciding not to mourn for a bit, he closed his eyes from the melancholy. It wasn't a hard job to fall asleep once more. People in his job were always heavy-eyed.

Forty minutes passed by the clock until the Winchester roused again. This moment felt missing without you snuggling up to him or kissing his neck between foolish giggles or even pushing him out of bed when you felt like playing the prankster.

There was no valid reason to remain where he was, glaring at a stupid ceiling that held nothing but an old light you installed together and memories. The yellow and blue paints still held firm where you’d spattered them, jumping in the bed together with your hands drenched in the colors from a gouache paint container just because you’d found the tins somewhere in the bunker. You and Dean became a tangled mess of greens, dirty with paint and kissing. How many sexual encounters happened here, he thought, glaring at this ceiling that looked like three-year-old Sammy’s art project.

The green-eyed man never thought he would feel nostalgic about a stupid ceiling. He had to get out of that room.

Finally raising from the mattress, Dean yawned as he padded towards the kitchen. He didn't mind checking what time it was, knowing he needed an alcoholic getaway. The Winchester sat down, sharing a bottle of Whiskey with his shadow. How distracting it was to make his throat burn when an unpleasant thought attempted to take control of his head.

If he had dared to look through the room, Dean would have noticed the clock's arrow pointing at 10:50 am.

By noon he was already drunk, which took a lot of effort since his tolerance to drinks was a bar high set. Dean groaned, displeased. The buzzy feeling of befuddlement hitting him certainly helped, but he could still affirm that he had never felt less cool. His body was starving for something that wasn't there anymore. Dean's feelings were all over the place, and he didn't have the energy to pick them up at this point.

"I can't believe you are drinking already." Sam sighed, making himself known by Dean in the kitchen. In response, all he got was his brother holding the glass up and drinking all of its bronze liquid. "It's barely noon, Dean. You-- Wait. Are you drunk?"

"Don't start, Sam." He groaned, holding his own cheeks with fingers as his hands slid down to his chin. The gesture was a habit of Dean's when he was fed up with something.

The younger one offered him an indignant glare, which was soon replaced by empathy and sorrow as he watched Dean. His brother was broken. (Y/N) running away from them had really taken him down. Part of Sam was hurt as well-- after all, you were his friend and confidant. But, in all ruthless honesty, he couldn't speak out and point fingers at you on that. Not about the whole situation, at all.

Yet, if Sam was feeling abandoned by his friend, he could only imagine what Dean would be experiencing. You had been a hint of happiness in the middle of misery and combat for Dean. It had been so long since Sammy saw his brother like that, so very long. Suddenly, it disappeared like smoke. And the worst part was that he understood your side. Deep down, the long-haired man knew Dean did, too.

Trying to knock sense back into his brother, or at least a bit of normality, Sam spoke, "You can go out and buy some whiskey. Your bottle was the last one."

"Yeah, right." His voice was impassive, almost serious for such casual conversation. He got up, going to the table to grab Baby's keys.

"Hey, Dean..." Dean turned around to face his brother. Sam’s expression was cautious, voice soft when he continued: "If you want to talk about it, I'm here. It could help."

"I'm pretty sure you heard the screaming yesterday, Sam," Dean replied dryly, an unsettlingly wry smile surfacing. His walls were up. It was an old defense mechanism. "There is nothing to talk about. She left. The sooner we can accept it, the sooner we can move on."

"Move on? You want to move on?" he questioned suspiciously, eyebrows arching to match his inquiry.

Dean didn't answer. He only picked up the keys.

"Dean--"

"Yeah, I think we are out of eggs, too," Dean interrupted. He didn't need to talk about it. Not now. "Whiskey and eggs, got it."

Any other remarks from Sam were ignored as he walked through the door, trotting in direction of his beloved Impala. An old song on one of his cassettes was the soundtrack to his five-minute ride to the nearest store.

Dean went searching for eggs and whiskey, adding a lemon pie that smelled better than himself-- not that it was difficult considering he hadn’t showered since yesterday. The store’s cashier swiped his credit card and offered a polite farewell that was replied with a nod. Everything seemed so normal in the most boring ways.

In the parking lot, a familiar face appeared for the first time in a year. It was Thomas-- a hunter that Dean, you, and Sam had come across during a job in New Mexico.

"Winchester!" The blue-eyed man smiled, making the scar near his lips more evident. Being thrown out of a window left marks sometimes. "It's been too long, dude."

"Cavill." His lips curved into a small smile as he greeted his friend. Laying his green eyes on him, Dean couldn't avoid noticing a familiar shirt. Fuck, he must be hallucinating or thinking too hard about foolish subjects. "Where have you been?"

"Burning bones, decapitating vamps. Same old, same old." Thomas waved his hand, banalizing the supernatural routine as if it were nothing but another Sunday. For them, this was true. "I saw (Y/N) yesterday. She seemed fine. Separate hunts to take different cases?"

His blood burned through an emotional fever in realization. It felt like the boil was intense enough to melt his bones if he remained in front of the other men for too long. Thomas had never been subtle about finding you attractive, and neither was his constant flirting when your cases collided. It didn't help that you and Dean weren't together back then, even though the tension was obvious for anyone. The Winchester gripped his grocery plastic bag harder, offering him a sarcastic smirk.

"Something like that." He reached the car door and pulled out his keys. The familiar red flannel, your meeting with him-- it was so obvious it was basically written all over his face, and sadly, Dean could read it well. Fuck, he wanted to drop his purchases and punch that smile off Thomas’ face. That man probably had more of what was once his. “Gotta go. See you around.”

Sliding in the car to leave this conversation before his treacherous mind could reach more detestable conclusions, Cavill answered, "If you need help, give me a call.''

Dean mumbled something but didn't care enough to give him anything beyond a nod while the Impala finally drove away from Thomas.

At that moment, he wished a bit harder that Ellen was still alive or that another bar like hers existed. The hunters’ bar was full of people who understood that death was a part of the job. Somewhere he could swallow barrels of alcohol, play darts and tell bloody stories about his world-- about the quintessential things he did to get despair out of his system to the point that he felt comfortable on his own skin again.

So, that was it? You didn't just leave him and Sam, but you also accused him with all certainty you had of being a cold killer, and then you slept with the first man who showed up? Who was also a fucking hunter? Why the fuck didn't you tell him how you felt sooner? He wasn't an angel-- he would be even more of an arrogant asshole than he already was if that was the case, but you knew it all along. He didn't deserve anything good in his life. He should've seen it coming.

Dean pursed his lips, deciding for another ride to a normal bar. Home and all the beautiful, tragic ghosts inside could haunt him later.

It didn't take him long to park near an establishment. For once, he noticed the strong grip he held on the steering wheel, knuckles strained whiter than usual. He let out a tired sigh, glaring at the entrance of the place before grabbing his phone.

No calls from you. No text messages from you. Just the feeling of being a thirteen-year-old boy again, just like when he was waiting for Mary to send him a sign that she was all right.

Shaking his head in disbelief, Dean put it back in his pocket and made his way to the bar. No 'welcome' board light was shining yet, and he doubts anyone but he and the owner would be there. Once he got in, two guys were sitting in a table far away, and a girl was entering the bathroom. The bartender stood behind the bar, watching some game on the small television the place provided.

"Whiskey. No ice." His words came out harsher than he expected. The guy didn't seem to notice or care, simply nodding his head and turning around go get his client's order. One more time, Dean took his phone and stared at it. There was nothing but a text from Sammy that he quickly replied to, frowning in disappointment. It was rare for you to be the first one to break after a fight, but that was more than a stupid argument. You had left. You had fucking left. And he was the only one to blame.

Such a miserable routine kept its course. Dean would drink, check his phone, and hurt himself with his own thoughts. The night came with lurking shadows, and he couldn't care less. It seemed like the ghosts had replaced the bunker for his company. He didn't want to believe you would come back because hoping and being destroyed again was too much to bear with right now. Dean couldn't even breathe properly at the thought that he would never, ever see touch you, tease you, or be with you again. You had him wrapped around your finger since the very first day until you cut your hand off and left him. You left. How could you have left? But then, how could you had stayed if you had it all in your mind before?

Someone sat beside him. Still, it didn't catch the Winchester's attention until he heard her voice. For a flash of a second, he thought it was you. Dean looked up instantly, only to find himself incredulous.

The woman in front of him looked so much like you. She could easily be mistaken for your sister. Hair, eyes, voice. Everything but the lips were so similar. The unknown girl kept her gaze on Dean despite his strange reaction to her. Repeating her former words, she asked, "What are you drinking? Seems good."

Yeah, she wasn't (Y/N). You could tell what he was drinking from miles away, just because you knew exactly what he enjoyed. In addition, you’d seen his preferences so much that you’d memorized it all without even trying.

She looked like you, though. A lot. The earlier jealousy mixed with a dangerous quantity of alcohol and anguish made his decision. Move on, just like he told Sam. You didn't call him. You weren't coming back. That was your choice. He had to shut up the little hopes in his mind.

Putting up his best sultry smirk, Dean pushed the glass on the table towards her as he answered: "You tell me."

Two hours later, he was tilting his head to the side, watching the woman in his sheets peacefully taking a nap after a long run. Her hand covered most of her face, pillow carpeted with her messy hair.

"Wake up, (Y--)" Dean restrained himself from finishing that sentence. He almost said your name. It was hard enough to keep the woman's name, which he had forgotten by now, on his tongue during sex-- he wasn't going to give in at the end of it. Clearing his throat, the hunter started waking her up again. He needed to go.

In any other point of his life, he would've considered that night a success. A hot girl was sleeping beside him after he had a great amount of old whiskey. Sammy sent a text about a new case, and he had pie waiting for him in the car. At any other moment, that would be enough to put him in a good mood all day. In any other age, that would be considered a good day. No one died, he had sex and food and was about to hunt a thing and blow whatever it was up.

But you hadn't called.

It was probably a good thing in a messed up way. It was tranquil. There was no arguing, no fighting, no hurting from either side. That kind of hurt was quite similar to being comfortable, in a tremendously distorted way that he didn't wish to feel, like not putting medicine on the wound and just allowing it to heal by itself-- yet, occasionally scratching it. The idea of a comfortable silence was so overrated. Dean would rather be screamed at by (Y/N) by now than whatever this option was.

The woman woke up and left a note with her phone as she abandoned the room. Crumbling the paper, he threw it away and touched his face. A deep breath was taken.

He had work to do.

Maybe one day you'll call me

and tell me that you’re sorry too

But you never do

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a-tomb-with-a-view · 4 years ago

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Thanks for the tag @wr0temyway0ut :))

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

1) Last Night I Told You I Love You (Woke Up Blamed It On The Vodka)

Alex wasn’t sure what Willie was expecting when they insisted last night that they could do shots of whiskey without flinching no problem, but to him, the way they were groaning and pulling a pillow over their head wasn’t surprising in the least.

2) Flower Gleam And Glow

Alex had never really thought he’d had a thing for long hair before he’d met Willie

3) I’m Not Sick, I Took All My Vitamins

Bobby had expected that living in a house with nine people, six of whom were regularly medicated and two of whom enjoyed planning everything to the hour would make remembering things like putting in an order for his repeat prescription easier.

4) Road Work Ahead? Uh yeah, I Sure Hope It Does

“Hey, hey,” Bobby yelled, scrambling up onto their table. “Guys! Lads! We’re at a bachelor party! Someone has to get married!”

5) So I’ll Just Write What I Feel Down (And Hope The Masses Sing Aloud)

Rose cries more than he does, at first.

6) Inside And Out She’s Better Than I Am

Bobby doesn’t ever remember a time before Carrie.

7) When you breathe, my own lungs fill with air

When Luke had decided to start pulling Saturday shifts at the chemists in town, he had not been expecting Bobby Wilson.

8) I Can See The Way Painted Beneath The Moon

Reggie had never really meant to get into smoking.

9) You’re Ripped At Every Edge (But You’re A Masterpiece)

The way they figure it out is… unorthodox, for sure.

10) All Your Lights Are Red But I’m Green To Go

Bobby had always been an acts-of-service kinda guy

11) Bobble and Nickinald Versus The Chronic Stupidity of Alloromantics

The problem with having crushed on all of his (male) band members at some point was that Alex’s metric for the normal way to feel about them was kind of… fucked, to say the least

12) This Is Why Mom Doesn’t Fucking Love You

The second Principle Lessa announced that the theme for this year’s annual senior music showcase was Battle of the Bands, Julie knew she had multiple problems.

13) Resistance Is Futile (If <1 Ohm)

If Alex was being honest with himself - and he wasn’t often, because time that could be spent processing his mom’s expression when he’d announced that he was gay just as she dropped him off outside the junior dorm building could also be sent processing the weird way his professor had explained the Chandrasekhar limit at the end of last semester - he kind of hated physics

14) I Defined, I Designed

Alex has talked to Reggie about it before

15) Your Hands Protect The Flames From The Wild Winds Around You

The first time that Bobby realised that the weird feeling in his stomach whenever he looked at his boys was love, he was fourteen and so far into his dad’s secret bottle of vodka that he couldn’t quite parse out the text Alex had sent to the group chat following Bobby’s rambling essay explaining why he thought he might be ace that just said “I love you”, even though he’d reread it so many times since it had arrived at midnight that Bobby could probably write songs that near-rivalled Luke’s about the way the pixels fit together.

16) Too Dumb To Learn From Past Experience

When they’d woken up as ghosts, Reggie hadn’t really had time to register that it didn’t hurt when one of his boys touched him, including himself, because Julie was screaming and he hated screaming, and his zip had dug into his ribs, and his mind was still a whirling mess of it’s always been the four of us.

17) Morosexual Cubed

The first time Reggie hid from his parents while they were fighting he was six, and although he knew rationally that neither of them would ever hurt him, last week he’d tried to ask them to please, stop yelling and just talk it out, like you always tell me to, and his dad had glared at him so viciously that there wasn’t a single night since that Reggie hadn’t dreamed of being chased by some six armed monster wearing his dad’s face, so he’d decided the best place to be was as far away from them as possible.

18) Three Princes and The Frog

Sometimes, Bobby liked to watch his boys interact and think about what it would be like if he was part of… whatever it was they were so clearly hiding from him.

19) One Kiss And I Fell Under Your Spell

Alex hadn’t meant to let it go this far, he really hadn’t.

20) I’ve Never Seen Someone Quite This Strange Before

For some reason, Alex always preferred to go to Bobby when he was having a bad day.

Ngl don’t rly see any patterns, but my favourite is prolly no.13 bc it’s a fucking mood

Tagging @on-irratia @the-anxious-gay-drummer @kybee1497

#fic challenge #meg writes

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missingartist · 5 years ago

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The Witcher’s Mate Chapter Three

Geralt followed the golden-haired Mage with an intense brooding. The sky was beginning to darken, and the streets were almost deserted apart from a few stray stragglers who watched as they walked by, the others were drunks who swayed where they stood, to fascinated with their rum bottles to take notice of the trio. It had been many years since he had last seen Cersi, she had still been at the court of King Lidwig, her lover, it had been many years since his death and her self exile from court life. Hiding in this backwater town, away from the war and the troubles of the outside world. She had led them to a ramshackle building in the middle of a market street; the wood was worn and old, pitted by time and the weather. The smell of moss seeped out the pores of the place, mixed in with the smell of herbs and smoke but all undermined by that sweet smell of apples and the ocean. The mysterious women and her smell. She was here. The woman in the market must be the other healer, Adva, the girl Fagen warned him off of.

Inside was much like the outside. But the scent of sweet and fresh salty water was much more intense it permeated the room soaked into every piece of cloth, every piece of wood, every piece of stone. The hut was a long room, a large fireplace that flickered lowly above a brewing pot of burning herbs filling the room with the smell of rosemary and nettles — poor man purifying herbs, unusual. Why would the Mage’s use these? More importantly, what was in need of purifying? 5 bodies laid inside on campers beds, cramped into the space meant for 2, all sleeping deeply. A man sat on a desk laden with apparatus that has all been pushed careless to make room for an ornate leather book that he was feverishly reading. The man was of handsome feature, soft jawline lined with a thin stubble across his dark skin and dull green eyes. As soon as he saw them, the short man stood and thrust the book into his exotic satchel etched in magical symbols. Geralt narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar man with interest before his eyes once again rested up against his old acquaintance.

‘Tradi its nice of you have finally taking responsibly for your duties. Tradi of Browdon, Geralt of Rivia. Geralt is an old friend back in my courtesan days, come to sort our beast problem.’ Cersi spoke uninterestingly, cocking her hip to the side as her eyes ran over the patient lying motionlessly in their beds.

‘Ahhh the Great White Wolf, an honour. If I can give you any assistance, my door is always open to distinguished guests. But I fear the beast we had here will be your match.’ Tradi bowed with a flourish and held his hand open to Geralt who remained unmoving.

‘I think you should leave that up to the professionals?’ Geralt huffed out in annoyance.

The male healer snatched his hand back to his body and narrowed his eyes in angry, raising his nose in the air in defiance. ‘I think you will find that I have a good range of experience, for 10 long years I was a head researcher at the Guild Sorcerers for dangerous creatures. I know many creatures and none documented have the power to rip through tissues and curse the blood with toxins without anyone seeing it. To vanish into thin air like it was never there.’

‘Hmmm’ Geralt grunted looking down at the arrogant man in front of him as they glared at each other.

‘The child seems a little stronger today, that’s good the toxic seems to be withdrawing. Geralt this the latest victim found outside her home, father and pregnant mother died. Slashed and ripped, mother died straightway; it was the toxins that got the father. They are powerful magic of some kind, but nothing I have ever come across ’ Cersi called to the Witcher, pulling the rough blanket away from the girl's and loosen the bandages around her wound for Geralt to investigate.

‘Claw marks, powerful beast, one long strike, indicates that the creature was moving when it delivered the blow, fast. Perhaps, a wolf, but the livers and heart were left. No respecting wolf would waste a meal. Hmmm.’ Geralt inhaled deeply, several times, having to struggle through the intoxicating scent of apples. ‘Hmmm, mountain moss. Only grows at the very top of mountains, no way a peasent family from Brightwater could come into contact with this substance, the creature must have tracked it in. Griffin then but never met a Griffin that had toxin in their claws. Not the style for them to attack villages, especially unprovoked. What have you been using to heal this blood poisoning.’

‘At first, we used Swallow, it took the edge off but too slow, healed the wounds but not the toxins going through their system. Nothing we could do but make them comfortable, we nearly lost this child 4 days ago. That is till Adva brew a similar healing potion using, limes, honey, dittany root and wormwood. And doubling the effect by burning rosemary and nettles. It has…’

‘That is something we need to discuss Cersi’ Tradi interpreted angrily ‘letting that simple-minded child lose on these poor devils. Burning rosemary and nettles, I wouldn’t use those herbs to heal an injured dog.’ Tradi huffed angrily.

‘Well they are working, at it not like we have a vast range of supplies, we had no stock. Adva did the best she could with anything she could find. Your just jealous because they are working.’ Cersi glared at the other Mage, with rage in her eyes.

‘Jealous of that orphan wretch. No match for the Great Tradi of Browdon…’

‘If he was so great, then why did he get kicked out of his Kings court.’ Cersi gritted out in pure venom.

‘I will not stay here to be insulted by the Whore of Court…Good day’ Tradi snapped, clutched his satchel to his chest and flouncing off into the distance.

‘Well, that was awkward.’ Jaskier stood wide eyes as the door clattered close.

‘Forgive Tradi. He is a grumpy old twat, but so would I be if I was as untalented as him…so Geralt have you figured out what it is yet.’

‘If I were to put money on, I’d say a Griffin, but never seen on giving of toxin scratches.’

‘Well, whatever it is I am sure you’ll get to the bottom of it. Lord Fagen has sorted out lodging at the Tavern of Carnal Appetites… well, that what the merchants call it. It is at the end of the town, looking over the port, can't miss it. Afraid I won't be able to take you there, one of us has to stay in the hut, and as Tradi has gone off it a hissy fit, it falls down to me. Adva works at the Tavern; she will be able to help you if you have any questions or need supplies. You best hurry, I hear they are putting on quite a little party for you two some of the best whores in the land at your disposal.’ Cersi smoothly sighed, giving a half laugh as the bard escaped through the door without her having to finish her sentence. ‘You have an interesting one there. No good in a fight but I hear the songs are excellent, never heard of a Witcher with their on songwriter before.’

‘Is this going somewhere Cersi? You know I am not one for half-hidden questions and answers.’ Geralt quipped as he folded his arms as he learnt against the stone mantle of the fire.

‘Ahhhhh that is the Geralt I have missed… Let me be a little more straight-edged. I felt what happened in the square; I can sense your questions and your confusion.’

‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’ Geralt shrugged.

‘Oh, Geralt. I am far older than you so don’t try to lie to me, I felt that energy bond being created. I have seen some soul bonds in my time but never with the couple never actually touching or meeting. For a bond link, this to be created is unheard of. From the reaction of poor Adva had must have been a powerful one; indeed, I had to send the sweetling home.’ Cersi was no fool; she had been waiting for this for a long time. Truth and honestly she did not think it would be Geralt, the white wolf that would stumble across the little healer, that was a surprise, not much of one given recent events. It did, however, threw some unneeded confusion into the pot, muddied the water, that was a concern, she would need to rectify that quickly to make the process as smooth as possible.

‘I vaguely seem to recall your friend at the square; she probably inhaled too much rosemary and nettle.’ Geralt face remained impassive, but his golden eyes swirled.

‘Vaguely recall? I’m surprised about that; you didn’t take your eyes off her. At one point I thought you were going to jump off the stage carry her off to your cave.’ Cersi teased, moving over to wash her hand in the basin to the right of the fire and Geralt.

‘As I said, no idea what you are talking about, I think you have spent to much time away from court, you're losing your edge. Witcher’s do not get soul mates.’

Cersi silently observed the Witcher out of the corner of her eye for a long moment as she scrubbed her hands. ‘Well, then, I must be mistaken. You better catch up with your friend. Give my love to Adva; I hear she is making roast lamb.’ Not looking up as Geralt left without another word.

Cersi waited several long moments scrubbing her hands thoroughly before picking up a dagger from beside her and adding a few drops of her own blood to the water, watching as the deep red liquid dissolved in the clear water and a bright light because to ripple across the basin. The Mage waited and waited until a familiar figure replaced her own reflection.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ‘Geralt of Rivia, you are most welcome to our fine establishment. If you require anything, and I mean anything, please let me know… Our Sirens of Brightwater are at you and your friend's disposal. I reserved the best table for you here’ Madam Vivian greeted, fanning herself with a garish fan as she indicated to a velvet-covered table in the middle of the room.

‘Hmmm,’ The hulking Witcher replied as he surveyed his surroundings, scrunting up his nose.

The smell of the room was overpowering, intense perfume and oils to overpower the smell of sex and cum that lingered underneath. Sweat and body odour where another murky smell that offended his nose, he would prefer to be covered in selkie guts again than have to endure the nauseating smell. The only thing that made the room tolerable was the hint of crisp apples and the fresh ocean breeze — an undercurrent of pleasure in a sea of disgust. Ignoring the offered table, Geralt marched off to a bench table in the corner of the room. It had a good view of the bar, which a heavyset man, dressed in beautiful clothes looking very uncomfortable tended to. Hired security doubling as staff, interesting. Geralt ponders as his eyes again searched the room again.

On the opposite side of the room, there was a large hatchway window opening up to the kitchen, the girl from the market flittered around the room tending to two large lambs turning on a spit, basting it with herbs and what smelt like lemon, occasionally she would pass a hunk of meat to the boy turning the spirt who would guzzle it down immediately with a gapped tooth grin. Her skin was pale, but a rose flush dusted across her cheeks and chest. From this distance, even if he didn’t have Witcher's eyes, her eyes sparkled dangerously in the light of the coals, creating hundreds of little stars staring back at him, a gentle smile painted on her lips. Every now and then a patron would wander passed, throwing her a greeting or stopping to chat. She was a short, curvy thing, meaning she would have to learn across the wooded serving platform. Causing the blouse, she had over her bodice to give way a little, and the onlooker caught an eyeful of creamy cleavage. Rage filled his vision as he watched the men jeered and whispered behind tankards of mead with offensive jokes. Part of him, a big part of him, wanted to pull out his sword and slash their throat. Feel the warmth of their blood pool against his skin.

‘This place is amazing!’ Jaskier roared gulping on his goblet of wine, a woman sucking upon his neck already.

Geralt ignored his friend who busied himself with devouring a woman mouth as her hand explored the regions of his pants. Instead, he busied himself drinking mead and watching the young kitchen maid. Her face was partially hidden by the curls that mopped around her head, dark roots that faded into a honeyed blonde; they bounced about her as she dished up plates of meat and cheeses. Geralt amber eyes remained on the figure of the girl as she hummed softly as she worked, but the Witcher saw the dark circles underneath her eyes, and the effort the woman had to put in as she moved. Geralt eyed her with concern as he felt the wavering force of magic filter through the air.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Geralt was on his third mead when the Madam of the tavern reappeared and made her way over to her favourite girls. Nesta and Bela huddled in the corner of the room. Nesta let her hair loose, brushed to a healthy shin, a deep split in her bodice ran down to her navel, showing off her pert breast and slim waist. To her face, she had applied a thick band of charcoal to create a smokey eye, and a faint shimmer of blush to define her cheekbones. Bela was to the left of her, a taller, slimmer woman, dressed in a forest green dress, she was older, nearing her 30s, but still kept an athletic figure, men liked her for the thin body she possessed and girlish charm which she played to her advantage. They had spent the last hour as requested by Vivian watching the white-haired man quietly drinking. ‘How has he been? Has anyone taken his fancy?’ Vivian mumbled from behind her fan.

‘No, he just keeps looking at the wall? Maybe he doesn’t fuck on the job? Maybe he needs to keep his stamina up or something’ Bela spoke is a sultry whisper, pouting at the thought of having to wait. Bela was one of the newest girls, but she also had almost 10 years on the rest, the madam thought it is employing someone more mature might have given her a little more brains, it seems that there was little to be had in her.

‘A Witcher is mutated, has several times the stamina and strength of a normal man. I think one fuck would set him up for a night of hunting. I think perhaps he has a type.’ Vivian purred following the man's gaze. ‘Get Adva to bring the food to the table. Tell her to be accommodating. ’ The madam gave both the girls a big grin, and she grabbed a pitcher of mead and made her way to the table and began to fill the silver tankard without asking, eyeing him discreetly and gave a smile as he eyes never wandered far from the shy kitchen maiden.

Bending down she whispered low into his ear ‘You have a good eye for women. However, that particular girl is just a mere servant…though, I am in the middle of persuading her to sell her virginity. There has been a lot of interest in Adva, such a good-natured girl, gorgeous, especially when out of those rags. Inexperienced, would need someone to break her in. If that is something, I can tempt you with; I would be happy to keep you in mind. I'm sure she would be an honour to accept your offer. I was thinking 50 gold coins’

‘The only thing I want to break in is a leg of lamb.’ Geralt growled lowly, aggressively, through gritted teeth.

Vivian scarlet smile faltered, and an ugly sneer replaced it but as quick as it appeared it disappeared, replaced with a strained smile. ‘Of course,…. Ahh, here it is now. Adva, please give the Witcher extra attention, make sure he has everything he needs.’ Vivian cooed at the young girl before flicking her fan up and swayed away. Leaving the golden eyes and blue eyes to meet.

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Adva ached. Her body felt heavy with the want of sleep. It the haze of everything that has happened at the square she had only managed to splash some water in her face before Vivian had put her to work, prepping two full lamb, soup and cakes, she hadn’t even had time to make sense of what occurrence earlier. The connection between the two felt intense, heavy and energetic. In the back of her mind, she was aware that Witchers were the vessel of magical force due to the mutations that their body was put through, since the attacks she had become tender and raw to the chaos around her making her extra sensitive. It must be why he was affecting her so much! It was nothing, she was sure, she doubted the Witcher even felt it, it was paranoia.

‘Adva…Viv wants you to personally bring food over to Witcher. Be nice; I think she has something planned. Tread carefully’ Nesta whispered across the hatch, as she passed.

Panic surged through her as she stared wide-eyed at the opening; she hadn’t been realised that the Witcher was here. That was good right? It meant that everything she felt was it her sleep-deprived head. With her faltering strength, she carved off a leg of lamb and ladled the sizzling juices onto a wooden bowl with the cooked vegetables, wedging that under her arms while picking up another tray laded with cakes and cheeses. As quick as she could she matched out to immediately be hit by an overwhelming scent of spice, wood and mint. Usually the tavern smelt of perfume and lavender, but the smell faded into the background for this wintery warming fragrance. The anxiety seemed to melt away, and her heart slowed, and an overriding sense of comfort as she made her way through the crowd of laughing people. The girls were strategically placed throughout the establishment, Vivian was a wise woman, made it her business to know the indulgence of her customers to please them and ensure they kept spending the coin which is why she was surprised to find the Witcher sat alone in a dark corner. Even before she saw him, she could feel his eyes burn through her, those circles of fire that swirled followed ever her every movement. Vivian was standing next to him, giving her her sternest look before she greeted her and departed to a safe distance to observe.

‘Sir your meal’ Adva tried to smile as she placed the heavy platers around him, her arms sighing with relief as they were unburdened of their bounty. ‘Is there anything else I can get you?’ She tried to smile, but the penetrating stare he held was daunting, unwavering and powerful, which is why his first words surprised her,

‘Dwarven Spit.’

So they finally meet! The next chapter will be there meeting and little action, as requested by one of the readers. How are we finding it? I am trying to stay true to the character of Geralt, but he is damn hard to write. What do you think of the characters? And once again, if you want to see or want me to included anything, just let me know.

Also I am open to request, so feel free to send them through.

#geralt of rivia #geralt smut #geralt x oc #Geralt #geralt x reader #the witcher #witcher netflix

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churchofrileytanev · 4 years ago

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tagged by @nikolajehlers @quintnsbyfield @hollyjollyjosty and @gravygravygravy 💛💛

tagging @shesasupergeek @sothatwassomething and anyone else who would like to join in!! no pressure 💗😌

rules : spell out your name and url using only song titles and tag 10(ish) people.

shampoo bottles by peach pit

in the blue by the soundflowers

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nikes on by healy

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starrybethany · 5 years ago

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William Nylander: Part 10

Word count: 2027

By the sound of the door creaking open and heels clicking on the floor, I instantly can tell that it’s Alannah. I can’t open my eyes and destroy the makeup artist’s hard work, so I bottle my stress up and try to not let it out through my tone.

“How is everything?”

“Perfect, Y/N, stop worrying,” Alannah reassures me. “Your makeup looks amazing, by the way.” The makeup artist lets me know that I can open my eyes now and I tilt my head, giving the blonde a look. I know she’s just trying to get my head away from everything that’s running through it, but it won’t work. She sighs. “You spent months planning this wedding, stop stressing out, it’s going to be perfect.”

“I know,” I admit. “I just want to give William the perfect wedding after he’s given me the perfect life.”

“Honey, all you need is the perfect marriage. And after seeing you guys together for the past year and a half, I can say with full confidence that you will have that,” she says.

“I’m really lucky to have him, Alannah.” I watch as the makeup artist holds up two different lipstick colors. I point to the light pink one. “Willy likes me better with lighter lips.”

An hour later I’m in the ballgown dress, slipping on my heels. “How do I look?”

My bridesmaids make sounds of admiration and Indigo begins to cry, even though she makes her best attempts to hide it.

I pull her into my arms, already knowing what’s going through her head.

“You’ve come so far,” she sobs out.

“And so have you.”

She left Dagger just as a month after Mills died. She showed up at William and my apartment, I don’t know how she got our address, but she was crying and told us that she filed for divorce.

After watching me change and evolve she realized it’s what she wanted as well. So we slowly helped her on her feet and when Willy asked me to marry him, I instantly knew that I wanted her to be a bridesmaid.

As we walk out of the room towards the hallway where I’ll wait before walking down the aisle, I can’t help but desperately scan my surroundings.

I would never regret saying yes to William’s proposal. He’s my soulmate, the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to be by his side through thick and thin and I want him to be by mine like he always has been.

I just want to memorize every detail of this day. From the spiderweb on the chandelier at the entrance to the church to the bulletin board advertising their monthly picnic. I want every part of today to be ingrained into my mind.

“Oh my gosh,” a familiar voice gasps from behind me.

I whip around, covering my mouth in shock at the sight in front of me. My dad stares at me with a studying expression and my mom grips onto his arm in surprise, almost like she’s about to pass out at any moment.

“You got the invitation,” I choke out.

“We didn’t think it was real,” my mom blurts out, “That’s why we’re so late, honey.”

She takes a step forward, wrapping her arms around me in a tight squeeze. I return the gesture, holding onto the woman who gave birth to me for dear life.

“I’m sorry,” she breathes into my ear. It sounds like she’s apologizing for being late but I know it’s so much more- I know she’s sorry about not reaching out more or trying harder when I stopped answering her calls and texts.

I know she’s sorry that she never attempted to get me out of the situation with Mills with more than just her words. I know she’s sorry for missing out on vital years of my life.

“I’m sorry too.”

We pull back from the hug and my mom steps to the side, holding my arm like I might disappear at any moment. I stare at my dad and his face transforms into softness.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It’s his turn to hug me like his life depends on it. My mom watches the moment and I see her wipe at her eyes.

“So tell us about the lucky man,” my mom says when my dad pulls back.

“He’s the best thing to ever happen to me,” I confess. “He’s the one who encouraged me to turn my life around. He’s actually the one who told me to send you two an invite to the wedding too.”

Everyone could tell that the least favorite part of the wedding that I was looking forward to was inviting the guests. I knew that practically everyone would be there for William, sure we share friends but they were his friends first and most of his family agreed to travel in from Sweden.

My relationship with my family is still rocky and I don’t really have any of my own friends after leaving Mills.

I’ve been looking to repair the relationship with my parents for a while and Will told me that this would be the perfect chance. It would be the beginning to a healing relationship. So, it took all of the courage that I had, but I wrote down my childhood address and sent it off to them.

When I didn’t receive an answer to the RSVP I sent I assumed they weren’t coming and my heart was crushed. I tried to brush it off but William held me while I cried at night, telling me that the attempts to reach out wouldn’t have to end like that.

“He sounds like a great guy,” my mom compliments.

“He is.” I hear everyone shuffling inside the church and I glance nervously at both of my parents, unsure if I can work up the nerve to ask what I want to ask.

“What is it, honey?” My dad questions.

“I was just going to walk down the aisle alone… but would you guys like to escort me?” I request shyly.

“Of course we would.”

The doors open with that and each of my parents take an arm, walking me down the green carpet.

I can’t take my eyes off of William. His hair looks even more golden than normal and it looks messy, like he didn’t even bother to brush it. It’s just how I like it.

His blue eyes flit to my parents and then to me, his smile transforming into one of awe. When we reach him, he reaches for my mother’s hand first, shaking it and introducing himself.

When he shakes my dad’s hand, my dad leans closer to his ear, trying his best to whisper but I can still hear him. “Thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

William grabs my hands gently, raising them to his lips to kiss. “You look gorgeous. I’m so lucky to be marrying you.”

“Are you kidding me, Will?” I reach up, caressing his jaw. “I’m lucky to even be in the same room as you.”

The preacher goes on to speak some words but I’m not listening, too busy looking at William. He watches the preacher for a while and then catches me looking at him, sticking his tongue out teasingly at me. I can’t help but giggle.

“Am I interrupting you two?” The preacher teases.

“Sorry, this one isn’t that good of a listener,” my fiance jokes, motioning towards me.

The crowd laughs as I fake gasp in offense, letting the ceremony continue.

I somehow convinced William to have our first dance song be a Jonas Brothers song so we sway softly to the music.

“I see that your parents came,” William notes, his voice vibrating his chest as my head lays against it.

“Did you have anything to do with that?” I ask in a knowing tone.

My husband doesn’t even attempt to lie, he just shrugs. “I may or may not have sent them a Christmas card.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“You tried to rob my apartment.” We both giggle at that.

“Are you supposed to be climbing this many stairs, Y/N?” Alannah asks with concern, eyeing my growing baby bump.

I roll my eyes at her. “I’m pregnant, not helpless, Alannah.”

“Where are we?” She asks, looking around in wonder at the freshly painted walls but worn out carpet.

“Is this- is this your old apartment building?” Indigo asks, staring at the changes. “The one that you shared with Mills?”

I nod, unlocking the door to my old apartment. “Come in.”

Indigo gasps as she follows me inside the apartment. New hardwood floor runs throughout the apartment- the old floor decorated with cigarette burns and marks from where glass bottles were broken was ripped out.

The old furniture is replaced by newer, nicer couches and tables.

A calming shade of blue covers the walls in place of the yellowing white color that used to be there.

“This is beautiful,” Alannah compliments. I know she’s being kind, but I’m really looking for Indigo’s reaction.

After everything we’ve both experienced in this apartment, I really want her approval on the changes that William and I have made.

“You changed everything,” Indigo notes, brushing her hand along the new door frame to the bedroom.

“Yeah.”

“It’s what this place needed,” she nods in confirmation.

“Did you walk up here all by yourself?” A voice asks from the doorway.

I roll my eyes as soon as I hear the tone, turning around to cross my arms over my chest. My husband’s eyes flicker down at the motion and I sigh, causing him to look up at my eyes.

“I can still do things, William.”

“But walking up four flights of stairs while in your third trimester?” He protests.

“Babe, I started my third trimester yesterday,” I argue.

He huffs, plopping down on the couch and crossing his arms, pouting. “It’s bad enough that you helped paint this apartment.”

“What are you guys planning on doing with this apartment?” Indigo asks, walking out from the kitchen where there’s brand new appliances and a quartz countertop.

I sit on the couch next to Willy, nudging him to talk. “You tell them.”

“I’m teaming up with an anti-domestic violence organization and we’re planning on giving this apartment to young women who need to escape the bad situations they’re in,” he reaches out, gripping my hand in his.

I smile softly at him.

It was an idea he came up with all on his own but it touched my heart greatly- he told me that he bought this apartment because he thinks it would bring me peace of mind knowing that it’s going to have a positive impact and create good memories now instead of the bad memories it holds.

It’s already becoming true.

And obviously he can’t date the women who are going to be living in this apartment, but the fact that he cares that much about strangers who have gone through something so traumatic is the sweetest thing that I could think of.

I can’t help but think about how great of a father he’s going to be towards our daughter.

We chat for a while before Alannah and Indigo excuse themselves to wait in the car. William ushers me off of his lap to check on some things around the apartment and I make my way to the bedroom, staring at the comfortable twin-sized beds. I picked them myself and even fell asleep on one.

That was the day we found out I’m pregnant.

Hands wrap themselves around my waist and make their way to my baby bump, resting themselves on the bottom. Will kisses below my ear softly.

“It was in this room that I Googled you,” I admit.

“You Googled me?”

“Yeah, Indigo sat beside me and teased me about how happy I was.” I turn around in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. “And it was all because of you. And it still is.”

“That’s good, baby. Because you make me happy too.”

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annabelleb49 · 5 years ago

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New Kid- Chapter 10

Rafael Barba x Reader

Notes: Milestone! We reached double digits! Also comment if you want to be added to a tag list :)

ALSO: First smut of this series! @thatesqcrush helped write the smut section (because I’ve never written smut and have like no idea how to) so credit for the smut goes to them!! They’re one of the best writers out there so please go follow them!

Disclaimer: Smut warning. Also they’re both seniors in HS, so they’re 18. No worries!

Chapter 10: First Times Best Times

Junior year had passed already. Your friend group all paired off into couples for junior prom, and of course you went with Rafael. Prom was amazing, but senior prom was going to be the ultimate event. Junior year was mostly filled with work and stress. You and your friends worked your asses off for college entrance tests as well as final exams. At the end of the year, you all got together for a party before parting ways, as many people headed off to go on vacation for the summer. You and your friends met up a lot during summer, though, and you hung out with Rafael a lot, as he didn’t have the money to go anywhere for summer vacation. Time flew by and before you knew it, you were seniors. And with the blink of an eye, senior year was almost over. The event you had looked forward to since the beginning of high school had arrived. Senior prom.

You were over at Avery’s house with the rest of your girlfriends. The five of you were in her room, gossiping and getting ready to meet your male friends for prom. For your last prom and school dance of your entire life, you had chosen a special dress to reflect that date last year where Rafael had confessed his love to you- another red dress. It was your turn to go into Avery’s bathroom and put on your dress, and when you walked out, all your friends showered you with praise.

“Oh Y/N you look soo good!” remarked Hannah.

“Rafael’s a lucky son of a bitch!” Zadie said, punching you in the shoulder lightly.

You all finished doing your hair and makeup and headed out. Avery’s parents drove you to the meet the rest of your friends, and from there you would all take a limo to the Lincoln memorial, then to dinner and finally prom itself.You had gotten a red rose boutonniere for Rafael, since red roses were pretty symbolic in your relationship. It was the first flower he had gotten you, and throughout your relationship, it was exchanged many times. You all piled into Avery’s minivan and her mom drove you to Bobby’s house where the limo was waiting. You all tumbled out of the car, squealing with excitement. The boys were standing on the front lawn, waiting for you. You each went up to your partners, greeting each other. You gave Rafael a big hug, headed tilted to the side as to not smear your makeup.

“Raf! You look so handsome.” he was wearing a classic black tuxedo. Just like that magical date night a year ago, you ran your hand over the material, feeling the smooth silky texture. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

“You are the belle of the ball.” he whispered, looking at you earnestly. You entire face filled with a pink blush.

You were all adults now, but that didn’t mean you didn’t act like teenagers still. Everyone was loud and talkative as you filed into the limo. On the way to the Lincoln memorial, the driver played party music on a cassette, and the ride was filled with noisy singing and chanting. At the Lincoln memorial, corsages and boutonnieres were exchanged, and Rafael had gotten you a red rose corsage as well, matching the boutonniere you gave him. Dinner was at a fancy restaurant, which didn’t serve chocolate chip cookies as dessert. You grumbled at this news, rolling your eyes dramatically at Rafael who laughed. Nothing could compare with his cookies, after all.

And at last, you arrived at prom. The first half of it was filled with classic 70s and 80s rock and pop songs, and you and your friend group jammed out together, linking hands and shouting the lyrics. The second half was when the music was toned down to slow, romantic melodies. You each turned to your dates and slowly danced chest to chest. You gasped as the DJ played a special song.

Sharing horizons that are new to us Watching the signs along the way Talkin' it over, just the two of us Workin' together day to day Together Together

And when the evening comes, we smile So much of life ahead We'll find a place where there's room to grow And yes, we've just begun

You looked up at Rafael. “It’s our special song.” You gazed into his green eyes that had become so familiar.

“I know.” He sang the lyrics softly. “So when the evening comes, we smile. So. much of life ahead. We’ll find a place where there’s room to grow. And yes we’ve just begun.” The song ended and he looked at you intensely. “I love you” he whispered, leaning down to kiss you. You eagerly leaned up, melting in his embrace. You spent the night leaned against each other, savoring the intimacy.

The dance eventually ended and people began dissipating, heading home or to afterparties to get drunk and high. Not you guys, though. The limo driver dropped you off at each of your homes, and when it was almost at Rafael’s house, he asked if you would like to spend some more time together. “Do you want to come to my place? We could spend some more time together..” he trailed off. You smiled.

“Of course.” You bid farewell to the remaining friends in the limo, and stepped out to go inside Rafael’s apartment.

After his father was put away, him and Lucia relied solely on her income, so they had to move into a smaller apartment. But it was still a nice apartment and you liked it very much. You both took off your shoes and walked towards the kitchen.

“Care for a nightcap?” he asked, taking out a bottle of red wine from a cabinet. Who cares, you were seniors now, about to graduate. “Mami is at my abuelita’s apartment. We have the whole place to ourselves tonight.”

You sipped the wine together, sitting on the couch. After a while, the atmosphere in the room changed. You weren’t drunk, just relaxed. You leaned closer against each other, and eventually your hands landed on each other’s thighs. Your faces ended up centimeters away from each other. You leaned in first, kissing softly as first until he prodded your lips open and your tongues began to explore each other’s mouths. You pushed him down on the couch and laid on top of him and your mouths never broke contact. Finally, you pulled up, slightly breathless. “Are you sure you want to?” he asked. You nodded. “We should probably talk about it before we do it though.” he said.

You got off his lap and sat back on the couch, and he sat up as well. “I’m a virgin.” you said blankly.

He looked at you. “I...I’m not. I’ve only done it once, and...” he looked down, like he was trying to forget whatever he was thinking about. “It wasn’t pleasant.” he settled.

“So we’re both inexperienced. That’s ok.” you said, touching his arm. “I’m just scared it’s going to hurt, since I’ve heard it can be painful for girls the first time.” You turned bright red, wringing your hands out of both embarrassment and nervousness.

He tilted your face back to look at him. “We’ll take it slow, and I’ll make sure you’re relaxed the entire time. There’s absolutely no pressure, Y/N.” Sensing your fear, he paused. “We don’t have to, if you aren’t ready...”

“No, no I want to. I’m ready now.” He nodded and leaned in to kiss you again. He broke away to stand up and lead you into his bedroom, shutting the door behind you. You sat on the bed, unsure of how to continue. Rafael joined you, sitting next to you on the bed. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“At any point, if you say stop, I will stop.” Rafael replied, taking a moment to be serious.

You nod. “Okay.”

He stood up and began to take off his tuxedo- first the jacket, then the vest, bow tie, and dress shirt- stripping until he was just in his pants and socks. You followed suit, standing up and reaching behind to unzip your dress. You pushed down the top of your dress, revealing your bare breasts. You felt vulnerable and instinctively you crossed your arms. After a beat, you let them drop to your sides. Rafael’s eyes tracked from your chest to your eyes. “You’re beautiful.” You smiled. He turned you so you were faced away from him and unzipped the rest of your dress, which fell and pooled at your feet. You bent down to step out of the dress completely and pushed it aside. Then you helped him unzip his pants and you pushed them down, leaving him in just his boxers. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside, then bent down to tug off his socks. You stared at each other, drinking each others near nakedness in. Rafael led you back to the bed, laying down together. Lips were connected and hands were everywhere: groping, touching, caressing. Both of you were overly turned on - eager for more, but at the same time not in any rush. Rafael’s desire for you was evident - you could feel his erection pressed against your belly. Feeling bold, you snaked your hand down his side and gently squeezed the hard bulge behind his boxers. He groaned into your mouth. “God you turn me on so much,” he mumbled against your lips as you two continued to kiss. Suddenly, you gasped, pulling away from the kiss.

“Do you have protection?” You stammered. “I- I’m not on birth control..”

He nodded, sliding off the bed and opening the drawer of his nightstand. He pulled out a foil square and a bottle of brand new lubricant. “It was a gift from my old friends back in the Bronx, they mailed it to me when I told them I had a girlfriend.” he explained, turning slightly pink. You laughed and he leaned down to kiss you again. “Are you ready?” he asked, green eyes dilated with desire. You nodded, sitting up slightly to take off your nude panties. He followed suit, tugging off his boxers, revealing his large size. He ripped open the condom and slid it on, then positioned himself over you in a plank position. “We should use the lube. It might make it less painful for you.”

You grabbed the lube bottle he had left next to you on the bed and opened it, squirting some on your hand. Unsure of what exactly to do with it, you looked at him, confused. “Where do I put it?” He gently used one hand to guide yours to his cock and you rubbed the lube over it gently, pulling soft moans from his lips.

You expected him to start pushing it in, but instead he reached one hand done between you and started to rub your clit. “What are you doing?” you said in between gasps. He pulled his hand away quickly.

“I’m sorry, I can stop if you want to.” He looked worried, so you comforted him.

“No, that’s...good. But I thought you were going to use your...you know.” you grinned awkwardly up at him.

“I’m going to relax you as much as possible so it hurts as little as possible.” he explained. “Do you want me to keep going?” You nodded. His hand landed back on you and rubbed you in slow circles. Before you knew it, you were falling apart beneath him, arching your back as you moaned his name over and over. You finally came back from your high, and he was looking at you with intense adoration. “I love you.” he whispered and kissed your neck, sucking a bruise on it. You moaned in response.

“We can start now.” you said, wrapping your arms around his back. He brought the hand which he had used to touch you down to his cock and brought it to your slit, then moved his arm back next to your head in a low plank position on his forearms. He started to push in slowly. You winced slightly, feeling a pinch - and lots of pressure - as he pushed inside. Rafael felt you tense and he stilled himself to check on you. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

“I’m going to start moving now... tell me if it’s too much.” He leaned down to kiss you and your hands were splayed on his back as he began to move in and out of you slowly. The pain and pressure began to dissipate and feelings of pleasure began to eek out. To your surprise, your hips began to undulate against his naturally. The sounds of yours and his moans filled the room and you felt yourself at the edge once again.

“Raf, I’m gonna...” you said, moving your hand to slightly tug on his hair. “Oh God” you breathed, feeling yourself fall over the cliff. Your hands moved down his back, scratching his skin as the orgasm rippled through you. Between feeling you clench around him and your loud moans, Rafael felt himself fall over the cliff too, thrusting a few more times before stilling himself, moaning your name as he released into the condom. He collapsed on top of you, chest against your chest as you both tried to catch your breath. After a few minutes he pulled out of you and pulled off the condom, tossing it in a trash bin near the nightstand. He laid next to you.

“That was amazing, Y/N.” he said as he connected his hand with yours. You turned on your side.

“I love you, Rafael Barba.” You kissed him on the tip of his nose and he wrapped an arm around you as you snuggled against his chest.

“Mami won’t be back until noon tomorrow. Do you want to stay the night?” He sounded so hopeful, it was adorable.

You raked your nails lightly down his bare chest. “Of course. My parents will probably think I’m sleeping over at Avery’s house, so it’s ok.”

Good sex must have made you both sleepy, because soon, you both drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other’s embrace. Your first time was better than you had imagined. Even better than what was depicted in Hollywood movies. Perfect.

Author’s Note: OhMyGod I can’t believe I just semi-wrote smut.

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loseyoutoloveme · 5 years ago

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can you do a rundown/review of every song on folklore like you've done for selena? and what your current top 5 are??

considering this is officially one of my top 3 favourite albums ever i’m v happy to 😌! warning, absolutely every single song will be ranked 10/10

thank for wanting to know my thoughts :( i can’t believe anybody would volunteer to read this JDNSKSDJKDS

first of all, my top 5 is probbbbably gonna change (maybe not tho bc my lover top 5 hasn’t really changed a lot), but for now, i think it’s: august > seven > mad woman > illicit affairs > mirrorball

THE 1:

ngl my very first thought was that it reminded me of same love by macklemore skdjdskjdskjsd but not in a bad way!

literally some of the prettiest lyrics, i knew just from this song that this would top red as her best lyrically (best album in general)

honestly just rly sad and sweet and one of those songs that has such a universal sound i feel?

also the simplest song of the album lyrically (also not in a bad way, just like objectively this is the easiest subject matter on the album with the least opaque lyrics), so a really good opener

best lyrics: “we never painted by the numbers baby but we were making it count/you know the greatest loves of all time are over now” and “we were something don’t you think so/roaring twenties tossing pennies in the pool/and it my wishes came true it would’ve been you”

a cute girl, 10/10

CARDIGAN:

i was surprised by the darkish sound of this one

idk what that like clanking sound in the background is but i find it a lil distracting in the first half of the song - but if i ever find out what it is and it has some symbolic meaning/purpose for being there (i assume it does) i’ll accept it sdjknsd

i love the nostalgia that is so present in like almost every song on this album :(

also the music video is stunning and frames the entire album in the most interesting way, metaphor-wise

best lyrics: “i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss/knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs/the smell of smoke would hang around this long/cause i knew everything when i was young/i knew i’d curse you for the longest time/chasin’ shadows in the grocery line/i knew you’d miss me when the thrill expired/and you’d be standing in my front porch light/and i knew you’d come back to me”

10/10

THE LAST GREAT AMERICAN DYNASTY:

love this one bc it’s like a nice lil exhale in an album filled with angst, like it’s cute and boppy without being aggressive

i’m suddenly absolutely obsessed with rebekah harkness, particularly the “bitch pack” thing and her dyeing someone’s dog green

i love taylor’s storytelling and i love how that’s always been a big part of her approach to songwriting. this is taylor at her best narration, like starlight but so much better. this is a type of songwriting that is so underused these days, esp by mainstream artists and i love so much that she has always used it and been so invested in it

the pronoun change made me screech. sooo goooood

taylor’s obv a deeply autobiographical artist which is why it’s so incredible to hear her tell OTHER people’s stories and somehow make them so her own. like i think it’s mostly the english major in me that just gets so emotional over that...... the way that other people’s stories became our own through the way we tell them......

this song is def the one that is most explicit about the album’s theme of telling stories but ones that tell something about her (and about her listeners too), by switching to personal pronouns at the end. it sets up a pattern for the rest of the album, where each song is about one thing (the actual story she’s telling) but also about a bunch of other things.

a good example of why she’s the greatest songwriter of this generation

best lyrics: “there goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen/she had a marvelous time ruining everything”

10/10

EXILE:

bon iver’s voice was a full shock to the system the first time i listened and idk why sdkjnds it is just so deep and i was not at all expecting it esp after the cuteness of tlgad

anyway these lyrics are GORGEOUS

i love a duet where the 2 singers’ lyrics are meant to be directed at each other. is there a word for that type of duet idk but it always makes a duet infinitely better

the miscommunication exemplified in the bridge...... chef’s kiss heartbreaking

out of all the songs this is the one that makes me feel the most like i am in the middle of a forest in winter. i can already picture myself listening to this song in december with the sound of a crackling fire in the background mmmmmmmm my exact vibe

best lyrics: “you’re not my homeland anymore/so who am i defending now?/you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out” and “i’m not your problem anymore/so who am i offending now?”

10/10

MY TEARS RICOCHET:

this chorus BRRROOOOKE ME

writing songs presumably about the masters situation and framing them as breakup songs was absolutely galaxy brain

i feel like the image of tears ricocheting has like a million layers to it and is just suuuuch a smart metaphor

also just such a visually rich song ? so is every song on the album but the metaphors of this song are all just so visual

best lyrics: “i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace/and you’re the hero flying around saving face/and if i’m dead to you why are you at the wake?” and “i can go anywhere i want/anywhere i want, just not home”

10/10

MIRRORBALL:

ok so i did like this one on first listen, i loved absolutely everything on first listen, but it didn’t hit my top 5 until like 8 listens later, so it’s def a big grower and i think could be a huge fan fav by next year

the self-awareness in her writing will never fail to amaze me

the way that life is just performing...... yeah

but it’s crazy to me that a person could be like “i’m a compulsive people pleaser and performer and i’ll do anything to get ppl to like me” and that leads to “i am a disco ball” like ???? her brain is so big. it’s such a gorgeous metaphor.... and the circus imagery AHHHHH

best lyrics: “i’m still on that tightrope/i’m still trying everything to get you laughing at me/i’m still a believer but i don’t know why/i’ve never been a natural, all i do is try try try/i’m still on that trapeze/i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me” and “i can change everything about me to fit in”

10000/10

SEVEN:

this one simply rips my heart out

at first i was like oh this is so weird and then the chorus just would not leave my head

for me personally, nostalgia is literally 90% of my personality and just for so many personal reasons the thought of childhood ending and all of the growing pains that come along with that have been at the forefront of my psyche for the past year. so it just kills me whenever i find a song like this one and it kills me that taylor specifically has several songs about this topic and this is 100000% the best of them all. like it’s the most beautiful experience to have your thoughts and feelings and fears expressed so perfectly by a total stranger, and that’s rly what art is about and i love taylor for doing that for me and millions of other people

i just feel like this song brings up so many vivid beautiful memories of childhood for so many people, like being outside in the summer and screaming and being free. ugh

the pause after “i hit my peak at seven” before completing the phrase........ OOOOOOOOOF IT HITS TOO HARD

and sound-wise, just so off-beat and cool and unique

best lyrics: “i hit my peek at seven/feet in the swing across the creek” and “are there still beautiful things?” and “love you to the moon and to saturn/passed down like folk songs/the love lasts so long” and “before i learned civility/i used to scream ferociously/any time i wanted”

100000000000/10

AUGUST:

i knew immediately that this would be my favourite tbh like i could sense it the second it began

i wrote my first impression thoughts in my journal and you can tell the exact moment i got to the bridge bc i just started screaming sdnjksdkjsdn

i would 100% get a tattoo that said “to live for the hope of it all”

everything about this song is LITERALLY flawless like i have.......no notes......no thoughts.......it’s just an absolutely perfect song

best lyrics: “back when we were still changing for the better/wanting for was enough/for me it was enough/to live for the hope of it all" and “august sipped away like a bottle of wine/cause you were never mine”

100000000000000000000000000/10

THIS IS ME TRYING:

this song is rly good but i keep forgetting it exists omg :/ once i learn all of the lyrics i’ll appreciate her more

the strings are gorgeous

i was rly surprised that this one was done with jack instead of aaron just bc the bridge of this sounds SOOOO the national

these lyrics could be interpreted in so many different ways depending on the listener’s experiences and that’s beautiful

best lyrics: “i was so ahead of the curve/the curve became a sphere/fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here” and “it’s hard to be at a party when i feel like an open wound/it’s hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you/you’re a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town”

10/10

ILLICIT AFFAIRS:

that soft high note on “down,” “stop,” etc is sooooo nice

i don’t have many thoughts on it, it’s just so soft, SOOOOOO gorgeous instrumentally and lyrically

best lyrics: “it’s born from just one single glance/but it dies and it dies and it dies/a million little times” and “don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby/look at this godforsaken mess that you made me/you showed me colours you know i can’t see with anyone else” and “you taught me a secret language i can’t speak with anyone else/and you know damn well/for you i would ruin myself/a million little times”

100000/10

INVISIBLE STRING:

like i said about tlgad, this is a nice little break from all the angst and pain and anger sdnjksdnskjsd just a sweet little break to remind u there are good things in the world too. so placed really well in the tracklist imo

super super super super cute chorus

so many pretty melodies

absolutely an autumn song btw

best lyrics: “time, mystical time/cutting me open, then healing me fine”

10/10

MAD WOMAN:

i literally lost my mind listening to this for the first time

i have such a thing for scorned women anthems like i will immediately love it whatever it is

the pure rage when she says “cause you took everything from me” gives me full body chills

it is just so eerie and haunting and perfect

best lyrics: “women like hunting witches too/doing your dirtiest work for you/it’s obvious that wanting me dead/has really brought you two together” and “every time you call me crazy i get more crazy/what about that?” and “good wives always know/she should be mad, should be scathing like me/but no one like a man woman”

1000000/10

EPIPHANY:

i find this one so hard to listen to but it’s absolutely beautiful and devastating and so heavily relevant for i think the whole world rn

the heart monitor and the trumpets tying both of the topics in together is so genius and so heartbreaking

i think will be the sygb of folklore where it makes everybody cry so much that it becomes a skip despite being a beautiful song

best lyrics: “something med school did not cover/someone’s daughter, someone’s mother” and “some things you just can’t speak about”

10/10

BETTY:

first of all THE HARMONICA

this made me so happy bc it’s just so debut and so fearless and it made me SOOOOO nostalgic on my first listen, because it really felt to me like i was getting to listen to a song from debut or fearless for the very first time again

it’s just so sweet and cute and simple and yet another very self-aware moment of looking back to her past material/subject matter

best lyrics: “would you have me? would you want me?/would you tell me to go fuck myself/or lead me to the garden?” and “i’m only seventeen, i don’t know anything/but i know i miss you”

10/10

PEACE:

the bass at the beginning is soooooo nice

this miiiiiight be the strongest song on the album lyrics-wise but idk yet

not much to say, it’s just so gorgeous

best lyrics: “i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm/if your cascade ocean wave blues come/all these people think love’s for show/but i would die for you in secret” and “would it be enough if i could never give you peace?” and “i talk shit with my friends, it’s like i’m wasting your honour”

10/10

HOAX:

i have a feeling this one will be underrated/underappreciated bc it’s just simple and dark and the last song, but this is....... a lyrical masterpiece

i feel like i need to be playing this on vinyl with all of the lights off and just a candle burning yknow, like there’s just something so dark and ancient about it

best lyrics: “my winless fight/this has frozen my ground” and “your faithless love’s the only hoax i believe in/don’t want no other shade of blue but you/no other sadness in the world would do” and “you knew it still hurt underneath my scars/from when they pulled me apart/but what you did was just as dark/darling this was just as hard”

10/10

OVERALL: 10000000000/10 literally one of the best albums i have ever heard and (while i wouldn’t put it past her to top it) absolutely the best work of her career. so complex and layered and emotional and painful and genuine and different. not to get ahead of myself but this is/should be considered her blue, her rumours, her abbey road....... god. can’t wait to listen to this album for the rest of my life and play it for my future children and just watch it live on as the greatest work of one of the most important artists of the 21st century

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love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie · 5 years ago

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50 questions you’ve never been asked!

Tagged by the lovely @lorelaigilmo, thanks 💕

1. what is the colour of your hairbrush? Black because I’m basic like that.

2. a food you never eat? Tomatoes and mushrooms are just a no no for me.

3. are you typically too warm or too cold? Too cold, to the point my mum gets worried sometimes at me being so cold.

4. what were you doing 45 minutes ago? Reading.

5. what is your favourite candy bar? Kinder bueno is the first thing that came to mind, so I guess that.

6. have you ever been to a professional sports event? Nope.

7. what is the last thing you said out loud? ‘She didn’t even close the door properly.’ I said that to myself as I got up to close my bedroom door.

8. what is your favourite ice cream? Idk, there are so many good flavours that I love, so I guess anything with cookie dough.

9. what was the last thing you had to drink? Some H2O.

10. do you like your wallet? Yeah, I’ve had it for years now and I really need to get a new one but haven’t gotten around to doing so.

11. what was the last thing you ate? French toast.

12. did you buy any new clothes last weekend? Nope, of course not. Why would you think that? Definitely not planning on buying clothes this week too, haha, totally not.

13. the last sporting event you watched? There was some sort of football match on tv, but I stood up and left the room when it was on tv. Wasn’t in the mood to watch any sports.

14. what is your favourite flavour of popcorn? My go to for movie night is sweet. But if I’m making my own, i’ll add so butter on it and add sugar which is really nice. I also quite enjoy the carmel one but rip to my teeth anytime I have any.

15. who is the last person you sent a text message to? My bestie.

16. ever go camping? I’ve never been but I really want to.

17. do you take vitamins? Use to take them on and off but recently I’ve been consistent in taking them.

18. do you go to church every sunday? Nope, but I keep telling myself that I really should and that I will, but when sunday comes round I don’t go. Mostly because I’m lazy as hell.

19. do you have a tan? I wished. I usually get a little bit of a tan when I go on holiday during the summer but right now I’m looking like Casper. At least i’m friendly.

20. do you prefer chinese food or pizza? Pizza is always my go to because It’s what I have more of but love them both and if given the choice I’ll happily feast on both.

21. do you drink your soda with a straw? I can do but I hardly ever drink sodas. They’re not really something I enjoy drinking.

22. what colour socks do you usually wear? A mixture of colours, from black to light pink. Currently wearing light blue socks.

23. do you ever drive above the speed limit? I don’t drive, yet.

24. what terrifies you? Dying. Not being good enough. Failing. A whole lot of stuff that if I keep going will open a can of worms that I won’t be able to shut.

25. look to your left, what do you see? My water bottle, glass with water in it and a Gilmore girls framed poster one of my besties got me for my bday, all on my table.

26. what chore do you hate? Don’t really hate any. Kinda like cleaning. Yep, I’m weird like that but cleaning the bathroom is always long so I guess that’s my least favourite.

27. what do you think of when you hear an australian accent? I think about Chase from House Md.

28. what’s your favourite soda? Not really into sodas, like I rather just have a soft drink or even water but If I had to pick it would be coca-cola cherry.

29. do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? Well, I don’t have a car so I have no choice but to walk in like a scrub.

30. who’s the last person you talked to? My Mum.

31. favourite cut of beef? Idk, as long as it’s cooked well and tastes good I kinda don’t care.

32. last song you listened to? Currently listening to Hardest to Love, by The Weeknd.

33. last book you read? Finished Red Queen by Christina Henry the other day and started her new book Looking Glass.

34. favourite day of the week? It’s currently Wednesday because that’s when Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist airs in the UK. But when I was still in Uni it was Friday because that’s when I had my classic movie nights.

35. can you say the alphabet backwards? Not without struggling the whole time.

36. how do you like your coffee? I don’t. I’m not a coffee girl which is sad because Lorelai and Rory would definitely be disappointed but oh wells, it just doesn’t agree with me.

37. favourite pair of shoes? My navy and black converses. I’ve used my navy ones so much that the colour on them look more like a really dirty light blue. Really need to buy new ones. Maybe that might be my next shopping purchase.

38. at what time do you normally go to bed? Around 12-1am but that might change once I’ve finished with my uni exam.

39. at what time do you normally get up? Around 8-9 am

40. what do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? Sunsets because i’m very up early to see the sunrise but it's nice too.

41. how many blankets are on your bed? Normally one but it’s been oddly warm lately here and I’ve had to take it off the bed or I would have melted.

42. describe your kitchen plates. Mostly white, but we also have some polka dot ones

43. do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? Any cocktail really. Gin Martini is pretty good the odd times I’ve made some for me and my mum.

44. do you play cards? Yeah, I love card games. Fav is Blackjack (Switch) played it a lot with my friends back in the day.

45. what colour is your car? We don’t have a car in London but our family car in Madeira is blue with a slight hint of green in it.

46. can you change a tire? Nope but I’ve helped my dad change one last summer.

47. what is your favourite province? *Shrugs* No idea.

48. favourite job you’ve ever had? Probably when I was helping with the summer school program at my school, that was years ago but it was fun and it’s crazy I was getting paid for basically just chilling with other students.

49. how did you get your biggest scar? Burnt my arm on the iron. My mum had just used it and it was on the window so it could cool down. I didn’t know it was hot and when I passed by my arm hit the edge of the iron and burned it.

50. what did you do today that made someone else happy? Helped my mum with some stuff she needed.

This was fun to do and longer than expected.

Tagging: @schnoogles @property-of-jason-todd @supernovaexplosion @harleyquins @regalmadness and anymore who wants to do this too, go ahead.

#tagged #get to know me a little

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suicidalcatz · 5 years ago

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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 14

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; Chap 1 ; Chap 2 ; Chap 3 ; Chap 4 ; Chap 5 ; Chap 6 ; Chap 7 ; Chap 8 ; Chap 9 ; Chap 10 ; Chap 11 ; Chap 12 ; Chap 13

Masterlist : Here

AN : Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, I’m super excited about this chapter, you’ll know why soon! Starting from now I rushed things a bit because I figured you’ll get impatient by now (47 pages with this chapter). This takes place just after the end of Part 13 ! Please please tell me what you thought of it, I’m excited to read your comments! On a sad note, I’m late on my chapters so I won’t be able to keep the rythmn of 2 updates per week. Thank you for all your love and support it warms my heart and pushes me to always do my best !

Chapter 14 : Is this your gift ?

The evening went on pleasantly, as always when we were together. Mandy told us about her making out with a boy at New Year's Eve and awful uncle jokes at Christmas. Josh shared more embarrassing highschool stories from the time he was a theater kid, that Jake obviously wasn't aware of until now. The long haired guitarist seemed to feel better now, or at least his mind was focusing on something else than his breakup, adding his contribution to Josh's anecdotes and laughing alongside us when his brother shared some shameful memories of him. Both of us were tightly wrapped on a blanket after having dried ourselves the best we could. I could still feel the fabric of my dress sticking to my skin in an uncomfortable way, whereas Jake didn't bother further with his damp shirt and had completely removed it for a new one. It was his room after all. And just for the record, the knowing smile Josh had given me when his brother was shirtless had been enough to prevent me from peaking.

When night dusked on us, the boys not only decided to serve eggnog and hot tea/coffee to keep us warm, but also to get their respective guitars out of their cases, owning surprised glances from Mandy and I.

- Do you own a guitar, Josh ?

- Now I know last time I said playing the guitar wasn't one of my many talents, but with the help of Jakey here, he gestured, I think it's safe to say it is now.

- Yeah let's not get ahead of ourselves here, added the brunette.

Sitting on the carpet with my cup of hot tea/coffee warming my hands and the blanket still on my shoulders, I let my back rest against Jake's bed while intently watching him place his accoustic guitar on his thighs, making sure it was in tune. Seeing Josh study his brother while imitating him like a good student made me smile, it was a cute sight. He was very serious about it, they both were about music, there was no denying that. The boys must've played this song before because no one exchanged a word on what they were about to play and yet when Jake whispered « 1, 2, 3, 4... » and began playing, Josh joined in the soft and slow melody, letting it caress our ears. The cosy atmosphere instantly put me at ease, the warmth and softness of the blanket in addition to the boys playing together was about to lull me to sleep. It was Jake's singing voice that put me out of my drowse. Similar to his brother yet lower and rougher, less experienced and more hesitant. His eyes stayed on his guitar strings when he sang the first lyrics of John Lennon's Happy Xmas, while I kept watching him, mouth slightly agape. Josh joined in, his singing experience more fitted to sing the acute and angelic's choir part, as he continued to glance at his brother's fingers dancing on the strings to make sure he was doing it right. The boy looked so proud by the end of the song, biting his lip with an expecting glance that made Mandy and I applaud and congratulate him.

- Okay, you're making me blush, let's listen to some music !

As time went by, Josh was getting a little bit too excited about the gifts under the tree. Like a child, he would pass by it multiple times, eyes hypnotized by the colorful wrapping paper and the ribbons on top, trying to guess what was inside. It's when Jake had finally enough of seeing him circle around them like a Christmas vulture (his words, not mine) that he declared it was time for us to exchange presents. And as I should've known, Josh was more excited about Mandy and I receiving our gifts than the other way around. He wanted to see our faces so much he had prepared his polaroïd camera for the occasion. Was it that good ? His eagerness and enthusiasm got into me and I could barely wait for him to be ready when he handed us both a small, messily wrapped, rectangular package. Once he was crouching in front of us with his face glued to the camera, Josh announced for us to start unwrapping. Decorating gifts really wasn't part of his qualifications. Everything fell apart when I pulled the ribbon, the paper opening its folds around my hand like a flower, delicately displaying the present in its heart. It was a black, red and green CD titled Greta Van Fleet, the name of their band. Seeking answers, my head shot up to Josh flashing my confused figure, while Jake simply smiled behind his cup of tea.

- You guys it's an album... W-When ? How ?

- Just to be clear, it's not a big deal, clarified Jake.

Josh put his camera aside, his bashful look glancing up from Mandy to me, before nervously scratching the back of his neck.

- Remember when you said you wanted to hear our songs again ? Well we had planned to record ourselves someday anyway so these are for you.

My heart instantly began to grow warm as a large grin spread itself on my lips, eyes fixated on the CD, the design of it, and the songs' titles. It made me so incredibly happy and giggly that they had thought about it, and took the time to make a copy for Mandy and I. And I was so proud of them for being so passionate about their music. Even if Jake made clear it wasn't anything official nor important, it still was so effing cool to hold their first album into my own two hands. I couldn't wait to listen to it, and put the tracks on my phone to keep me company during my mornings in the workshop.

- Thank you so much, I smiled before hugging them both.

- How can you even find the time to record an album ? On a Christmas Holiday !

Mandy's comment made them laugh, but she was right, the boys couldn't stay home without something to do, or so it seemed. We didn't define a particular order for the gifts so Mandy offered hers after Josh, throwing a small and soft package to him, and handing the heavy one that was Jake's. Colorful kneesocks and a bottle of whisky, which they didn't wait to try on, of course. Josh immediately got into the kitchen to change to shorts so we could see his socks, and Jake poured himself a glass of whisky, switching between his two glasses.

- Okay doll, your turn.

- So, just in case you were wondering, Mandy and I already exchanged gifts because we saw each other during the holidays, I explained while handing them both a neatly wrapped package. So these are yours.

Seeing the boys squeeze and shake the gifts to try and figure what was inside made me more nervous than I had anticipated. I looked sheepish, in the middle of the room, sitting on the ground with my butt on my ankles, patiently waiting for them to stop with the suspenseful atmosphere and just rip the paper off their gifts. Josh was the first to give in to curiosity and was in my arms the next moment, thanking me for the gloves. It seemed like my friend and I raised the same concern about Josh's winter attire. Like he did with her, the boy kissed my cheek before trying them on, while Mandy took pictures, letting the polaroïd photos fall on the comfy carpet. Turning my head to Jake sitting on his bed, I couldn't really decipher his expression. A tiny black box was open in his hand, eyes caressing the ring on it like he wouldn't dare touching it. Suddenly feeling bashful, I understood it was time for me to explain myself regarding my choice of gifts, so I stood up, and carefully took place next to him.

- You forgot your rings at my dorm the other day, I said softly. I always see you wearing tons of them, so I figured I'd take this opportunity to buy you a new one... and also because the black one fell behind the fridge and I can't get it.

A small, nervous giggle escaped my throat. I wanted him to know that, like their album, it wasn't a big deal. I hadn't given it much thought when I chose to buy him a ring, there was no promise nor engagement behind it, just... Me thinking he would like another one of those. Or did I ? Interromping my rambling, Jake's hand squeezed my thigh and his eyes found mine, face affectionate, smile warm.

- Thank you. I love it.

My face grew uncomfortably hot as we just stared at each other, with his long calloused fingers resting on my knee, long enough for me to start squirming on the bed. This sudden proximity was already making me a nervous wreck, so I abruptly stood up, nearly knocking my head on Josh's bed in the process.

- Right, your rings, here.

Opening his hand, I placed the three of them in it, enjoying the feeling of my fingers caressing his, before turning on my heels to get another drink. The other two must've noticed, because in the corner of my eye I saw them exchanging a knowing yet skittish glance. And I didn't even wanted to think about what these gremlins were up to, not that I had the time to do so anyway because it was Jake's turn to get on his feet and grab his paper bag, placing thin boxes in Mandy and I's hands. Already knowing what he bought my roommie, I waited a bit to see her reaction when opening the box. And her reaction to the jewelry was great, she screamed excitedly, jumped and hugged Jake in a tight embrace but... I kept staring at the silver bracelet Josh was tying for her while confusion swept over me. It wasn't the one he had chosen.

- Won't you open yours ?

Jake's low voice was in my ear, making it instantly redden as if every part of my body agreed to fall under his charm. Doe eyed and taken aback by his sudden closeness, Jake’s hands found mine, making them slide on the smooth material, guiding them to open the box, glancing up at me when they did, studying my reaction. When my eyes landed on the gift, the thumping of my heart was so loud I got scared for a second he could hear me. It was the necklace he bought the other day. Even more confused, I searched in his brown pupils for an answer I didn't receive, fingertips shakily holding the box.

- Do you want me to put it on for you ?, his husky voice murmured.

Maybe my body went on auto pilot mode because the next thing I knew, his fingertips delicately put my hair back and caressed the sensitive skin of my neck to attach the purple necklace, his hair tickling me in the process. Jake took a moment to admire the sight in front of him, a smile on his face.

- I was right, it looks good on you.

- Thank you, I murmured, feeling shy.

It was all too overwelming. The present, our newfound intimacy, his gaze scrutinizing me, his breakup... It made me feel several ways all at once, something I wasn't quite ready for, and hadn't expected when I came here to party with friends. Josh must've known about the Mina situation because he didn't interfere once this evening, letting us grow accustomed to each other's presence, trying to test the waters like two strays encountering each other in the purest way imaginable. Like we were meeting for the first time. And while we kept looking into each other's eyes for an unspoken truth, the sound of music woke us from our transe. Josh had begun chanting along the slow song, quietly but confidently, sharing the joint he had lit up with Mandy, taking her hand in his, making her sway gently in the room.

Stars shining bright above you,

Night breezes seem to whisper « I love you ».

Birds singing in the sycamore trees,

Dream a little dream of me.

We watched them dance in silence in the dimmed lit room before Jake offered me his hand, the ring I had bought him reflecting the candles' light, shining bright. I gave him mine, and his arm found its way in the small of my back, pressing our bodies closer to each other, eyes never leaving mine. My dress was still a little bit damp, but he didn't seem to care, more engrossed in making me sway smoothly than everything else. And my whole being was so captivated by him that I couldn't care less about anything else happening around us. We were in our own little bubble, Josh's voice the only thing reminding us we weren't the only two people in the world. I didn't know how long it lasted, probably 3 to 4 minutes, the lenght of the song, but my eyes kept looking at him, lost in the brown ocean of his pupils. His embrace kept me warm, both inside and out, and I couldn't help a sheepish grin from adorning my features, showcasing the blush on my cheeks. Too absorbed himself, Jake sometimes bumped against furniture, or tripped on the carpet, but then we smiled, and continued dancing. I could tell we both were at ease with each other, his touch felt natural, like our skins were meant to connect. It made me think of the last time we were here together, on his bed, sharing our knowledge about stars and comets. The only star I could see now was him, shining oh so bright just in front of me, beautiful.

It all came to a stop when the song ended, filling the room with silence. Our eye contact continued, intense and questionning, as we got back to Earth, arms still tangled together. From afar, I could hear Josh changing the record, talking to Mandy, but everything seemed like a distant mumble to my ears.

- Would you mind ?

It was Josh, shaking us awake, making us hurriedly let go of each other as if we just realized what was going on. We were still baffled when he took Jake by the shoulders to move us away from the desk, opening the drawers in need of something all of a sudden.

- Oh !, exclaimed Mandy.

We all jerked our heads to her, hiding her giggles behind her hand in a girly way. Josh followed, an awfully wide toothy grin stretching his lips. Jake, like me, looked positively confused. Was my dress damaged ? Did I fuck up and didn't realize ? Like he had thought the same, the long haired boy looked at me, without finding anything, before Josh took place next to Mandy, backed against the drawer holding the records, joint in hand. Mine raised in a questionning manner, not understanding why they were serving us the big mischevious smirks.

As an answer, Josh slowly pointed his index to the ceiling. Mistletoe.

- You know the rule.

My whole body shook with embarrassment, not knowing how Jake would react and not really wanting to know either. Refusing to meet his gaze, I kept mine fixated on the ground while he studied the branch hanging out from a string, dangling above our heads like it was mocking us. Oh how I always hated those situations. All of them including a cute boy that would probably refuse to kiss me, without sparing me the shame of his rejection. I had to cut this awkward moment short.

- We're not forced, I murmured, if you don't want to then I-

- Who says I don't want to ?

That left me mouth agape. Jake didn't let my brain any time to process any of these informations before placing a hand to my jaw, brushing away the hair from my face, watching me carefully, silently asking for permission. My eyelids fluttered shut before I could even think, and in an instant, a soft and warm touch covered my lips, making me sigh deeply, releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding. My hand found his cheek at the same time his caressed the spot behind my ear, and his scent filled my nostrils. My heart was about to leap from my ribcage, and the simple sensation of his lips against mine made my knees turn to jelly. My head was filled with fireworks. I felt so small and vulnerable yet so safe in his arms, I never wanted for it to stop. During several seconds, we shared a chaste kiss, that lasted maybe more than was initially intentionned. Slowly, painfully so, I felt Jake's soft lips separating from their playmates, sighing, as we shared a shaky breath, opening our eyes to discover the other's face. I could tell in his gaze that something had clicked. His eyes were staring at me behind heavy lids, a sparkle I never saw before twinkling, watching me as if he was rediscovering me all over again while Bruce Springsteen's Fire played softly in the background.

You say you don't love me

But you can't hide your desire

When we kiss

Ooh... Fire.

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