#still not entirely satisfied with this but it's close enough i think. gets the initial vibes across

[the-insouciant-scientist]

can you do a mini playlist for Phileas? I don’t know much about him but he intrigues me

oh absolutely!!! i really need to talk about him more tbh

autoclave - the mountain goats

be nice to me - the front bottoms

over and over - rio romeo

second child, restless child - the oh hellos

twin size mattress - the front bottoms

[yestrday]

WAIT NO IMAGINE YAN ACADEMY AND READER DYEING THEIR HAIR TO MATCH !! LIKE GETTING RED STREAMS TO MATCH ITTO

hehehe i got a bit too silly with it. i like incorporating some good ol comedy in my yandere aus to remind people that they're still high schoolers and they're still stupid (also it gives a very heavy sense of conflict knowing that these goofy highschoolers have blood on their hands tehe)

you might like: yandere! genshin academy ft itto

"oh gosh he's gotten [y. name]."

you're a popular one within the academy, the charity case who has high grades but still a bit naive about how high society works. too naive, in fact, that when someone snidely insults you to your face you just ask them what do they mean with the most wide and trusting eyes. it only takes a monster to continue with the insult (and a fool to begin with with all the glaring eyes on him).

you're as easily influenced as you are naive, so everybody can't help but despair at the sight of you trotting down the halls sporting a red streak on your bangs. there's only one man who'd be pushy enough to get you one just to match with him.

everyone whips their head around to see arataki itto following closely behind you, a self-satisfied look on his face. they're not surprised. of course, the arataki itto would drag you into his shenanigans.

"were they bullied into it?" "you think anyone would bully them?" "but it's itto." "he's an idiot... and so are they."

when you enter your classroom, there's a circle of students who's immediately putting a barrier between you and the big man. they're not just your harem, but normal classmates who know that they can't afford losing their answer sheet to the wrong path. everyone starts questioning him, accusing him of somehow corrupting you. it's just a lock of hair dyed red, but they're already acting like you've been initiated into the arataki gang.

"if [y. name] starts skipping classes with you then who am i supposed copy off of at the next history quiz?!" one angry classmate jabs a finger into his chest. they wince.

itto puts his hands up, startled at the angry mob before him. "woah woah woah, guys it's just hair dye—"

"just?!" your classmate cries out, affronted. "do you know how much i need them to tutor me? i won't allow your gang to to take them away."

"well, they're not initiated yet—"

"yet?!"

"guys, guys, calm down." thankfully, thoma's kind voice helps abate the angry mob's fuming. he's fixing your hair, gently making sure to style it in a way that best shows off your red lock. "don't be too harsh on the big guy. as he said, it's just hair dye."

itto looks sparkly-eyed at thoma, touched at his coming to his defense. "thoma, my bro...!"

"that said." thoma's smile turns sharp. "if i hear another word about you initiating [y. name] into your gang, i'll tell ayato and it will be community service for you and the arataki gang, okay?" his green eyes are kind, but itto doesn't miss the heavy warning behind them. he gulps and quickly nods his head.

"yes, sir..."

meanwhile, you're checking yourself in your front camera, delightedly patting your hair down as you admire thoma's handiwork. hmm... this shade of red looks particularly good on you. should you dye your entire hair instead?

some halls down, diluc sneezes and kaeya gives him a look because the diluc never sneezes.

[midnight-bay-if]

How do ROs react if MC sensed that ROs have feelings for MC and says this "If your feelings are sincere, show me with a kiss"?

P.S. The MC has no intention of taking initiative.

S: There is little hesitation. S cups your cheeks with their hands with a surprising grip before surging forward to press their lips firmly against yours. It's decisive and wracked with purpose, much like everything S does. Their passion drives you to gasp, and they seize the moment to increase the intensity, stealing your breath with their tongue. When breathing becomes essential, only then do they let go.

"Will that suffice as enough of a declaration?"

Rain: They curve their finger towards them in a 'come hither' gesture, waiting until you lean forward ever so slightly. Then, with a rogue's smile, they inch their way closer. You feel their breath caressing your skin, your heart hammering as it waits for the inevitable. They watch as you close your eyes; the thrill of seeing you so eager sets their heart aflame.

It makes it all the more satisfying when they press a lingering kiss on your cheek instead. They laugh when you swat at them as punishment.

"Sorry, sorry. Give me another chance? I promise I will do it properly," they say, with their fingers crossed.

Taj: Taj turns their face in the opposite direction, tutting to themselves. Their hand begins tapping on their leg almost subconsciously, with an entire argument playing out in their own head. Where does this human get off? There's only one human who can get away with telling them what to do, and they wear glasses and stupidly expensive suits.

Taj turns back to you, ready to put you in your place; instead, they make eye contact with you, and your earnestness entraps them. At that moment, they realise all you wanted was a reassuring display of sincerity, and it saddened you to think that they weren't.

So, with a grouse muttered under their breath, they close the distance for a hesitant kiss. Heat spreads in their chest with the soft press of your lips, and suddenly, it feels like they can't possibly imagine doing anything else.

N: N can't hold back their smirk. This feels like a dance, and they have already mastered all the steps. Ever since they first met you, they've contemplated kissing you; imagining all the ways they could bring you to their knees as you begged for their touch. It didn't come from a well-intentioned place back then. But now, with your permission, they do not need to hold back.

What comes as a surprise is that the touch they jump to first is one of tenderness.

They lean over, and they see you watching them closely, so they hover just over your lips. Still smirking, they watch and wait as they hear your breathing stutter. Then, with the lightest touch, they kiss the corner of your mouth - if you try to catch their lips, they move further away, pressing subsequent kisses on your cheeks, your nose, your forehead... Your frustration only fuels their desire more and will make the final release all the sweeter.

Umbra: Umbra doesn't understand. Why would a kiss be enough to prove their sincerity? It doesn't immediately compute to them that a kiss can be a promise. To Umbra, a kiss is something for someone else or a fantasy in their imagination. But if a kiss to you is to show sincerity... Perhaps you have not understood them to be sincere this whole time. That cannot stand.

Trying to do their best to mimic what they have seen others do, Umbra takes your hand in theirs, masking their face to show a confidence they do not feel, before pressing their lips to each fingertip. Then, they pull your hand closer until you are forced to wrap your arm around them, your face and inch away from theirs.

Umbra isn't sure whether this will even be pleasant for you, considering what they are. But they hope there is enough life in them to love.

(I hope this was okay!)

[blue-aconite]

book club activities || r.b.f

Summary: Bob's girlfriend has a book club.

Warnings: Suggestive texting, absolute nonsense, somehow Bradley and Jake stole the show (idiots)

Word Count: 940

Pairings: Bob Floyd x f!reader

Authors Note: Happy birthday @bobfloydsbabe! This is the dumbest thing I've ever written and it also sucks but it has your favourite lil dude in it and I love you! I hope you've had a great birthday! Enjoy this insanely weird drabble.

“You should really read it.” 

Bob sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. “Sweetheart, I’m not reading Twilight with you.” 

His girlfriend pouted from the corner of the couch, aiming a kick against his shin. “But you liked the films.” 

“No, I said I thought they weren’t bad. I never said I liked them.” They had watched all of the films a weeknight ago, which Bob initially had only done to please her. 

“And you said the films were better than the books.” Bob argued, reaching over to right the blanket covering her body as it had half fallen to the floor. 

“Yes but I still think you should read the books.” She said, crossing her arms across her chest. 

“I will go out and get you your favourite food, two new books, a new notepad and pencils if you don’t make me read the books.” Bob placated, hoping that it would satisfy her. 

She looked thoughtful, eyebrows drawing together as she contemplated his offer. 

“Which books?

Bob smiled, knowing he was winning. “Whichever you want, darling.” 

She stared at him for another moment before tossing the blanket aside to cuddle into his side. 

“I want Pho, I don’t have the last two books of ASOIAF and please get me a A4 notebook, not A5,” she paused momentarily, hand splayed against his abdomen, “and cuddles please.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, slouching slightly so she could get more comfortable. “Yes ma’am.” 

The rain was smattering against windows, the sun setting just behind the tree line they could see from their backyard. 

Ever since  Bob had found out he was going to be stationed permanently in San Diego, they decided to get a house and set down some roots. 

“I love you, even if you don’t want to read Twilight with me.” She whispered against his T-shirt, making Bob laugh. She soon joined in and they giggled together for a few moments before once again settling into the couch. 

“I love you too. Do you want Pho from the place close to base or the other one?” 

She hummed, eyes falling shut as she snuggled into his side. “Base please.” 

Bob waited a few minutes before her breathing evened out and then gently untangled himself from her embrace. 

After making sure she was properly tucked in for her nap, he grabbed his keys and wallet. He had a promise to make good on. 

Next Day

“Dude, you should read them though, they’re actually pretty good. Not the writing but the story. Love triangle, vampires, werewolves and hybrid babies.” Rooster said through a mouthful of scrambled eggs. 

Phoenix snorted, rolling her eyes. “Not the most intriguing introduction, Roos.” 

Bob watched as they jabbed back and forth, pushing his food around on his plate. 

Hangman and Coyote sat down with their trays, interrupting the squabble happening across from Bob. 

“What’s up?” Javy asked. 

“Are you team Edward or team Jacob?” Rooster asked, completely serious. 

Coyote’s eyebrows shot up, mouth pressed into a tight line. “Dude, are you talking about Twilight?” 

“Yes! Bob watched the films with his girl and he doesn't want to read the books but I think they’re pretty good and Nat says they’re crap and now we gotta decide what team.” Bradley rambled, earning another smack to the side. 

Javy stared them both down, an unimpressed look on his face. “I don’t like fantasy.” 

“WHAT? Dishonour on you, dishonour on your family, dishonour on your cow!” Rooster dramatically gasped, clutching at his chest. 

The entire table rolled their eyes at their teammates' dramatics, all of them now used to Bradley’s antics. 

“Okay fine. I didn’t care enough to choose a team, the films were good and I’ve already read the books but don’t tell my girlfriend that. She’ll never let me live it down.” Bob spoke up, making Bradley smile. 

“I knew it. Everyone has read those books, except Javy here, apparently.” Rooster announced proudly, reaching across the table to fist bump Bob. 

“I personally am Team Bella. Neither Edward or Jacob were good for her. Jacob was an immature kid, not his fault, it’s just his character and Edward had issues. Real issues. The best thing for her would have been to get the hell out of Forks and work on becoming her own person.” 

The entire table fell silent, staring at Jake who didn’t even look up from his plate. No one spoke for a few beats before Bradley began clapping like a seal, shit eating grin in place. 

Bob shook his head as he reached for his phone, texting his girlfriend. She would enjoy the currently bizarre conversation that was taking place and maybe he could get out of book club if he mentioned that apparently both Rooster and Hangman were fans of the series. 

Hangman and Rooster like Twilight. 

Make them bring food and the books next time you invite them over. 

PS, you’re still gonna read the books with me, pls. 

Damn, he really thought he’d gotten away with reading the darn books again. 

If you and I are going to have a book club, no one else is welcome. 

How come??

Club activities are strictly taking place in the bedroom. 

He sent off the last text quickly, before pocketing his phone and turning back to the conversation. 

He didn’t receive an answer until he was scheduled to fly. There was a short message and a picture attached. 

Fine. 

And beneath the text was a picture partially obscuring the view of what seemed to be his girlfriend’s favourite lingerie set and all four books of the series. 

Bob couldn’t wait to go home.

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[gooppoo]

jake's mate degrading and slapping him?? 😳🤷🏻‍♀️ masochist jake??? LMAO SORRY

now you're speaking my language 😎 also putting this in hc form cuz that's how my brain wants it

flipping the script.

Requests Closed!

mdni.

warnings: ur on the ride of your life miss girl, slapping, swearing, degrading, p in v intercourse, creampie

Jake had mentioned before he'd like to experiment

Initially you thought maybe letting things get more rough for you

Bondage? Hair pulling?

Oh, you were naive.

"I was thinking, actually..." he picked at his food, "you would top."

This left you puzzled, "Jake, I have been on top before."

"No," he cleared his throat, "like...you take control. Slap me a little bit or something, I don't know." Clearly this was difficult for him to express.

You let the idea marinate in your mind; it didn't immediately turn you off, but you weren't sure if you would like it until you tried it

"Alright." You grinned reassuringly, and Jake's tail swung excitedly.

Let's get up to speed:

Just like Jake had requested, you took the reigns and remained off the ground for the most part

To be transparent...you both noticed the mild power trip you were riding through this entire endeavor

For starters, you dipped your toes in by cumming twice on Jake's charming features - making a point to not hold back your stern instructions

"Faster," he picked up the pace of his tongue, but not enough, "I said faster slut!"

There was orgasm one

Orgasm two looked more like this:

"Shut up and stick your tongue out," you said before dragging your sloppy cunt across his mouth and nose

Now you were ready for the main event, teasing Jake before settling your hips down on him entirely

You rolled your hips along his length, letting it part your folds and nudge your sensitive clit

"Baby - c'mon put it in please-"

Hesitantly, you let the back of your palm crack over his jaw

There was a tense moment of silence and stillness

Then Jake's eyes exploded with carnal lust, which meant yours did too

"Oh...that was pathetic." You scoffed, and took him in you with swiftness

"Shit-!" Jake choked out, you were prompt to bite at him, "Keep quiet, you're making me sick."

At this Jake bit his lip and let his head lull onto the ground

Truthfully, a twinge of fright kept him complying to your orders, the rest was a disturbing curiosity

What exactly were you capable of?

A lengthy, wavering sigh sounded from him as you slid up and down his inches

"You should see your face. I didn't know you could be such a man whore."

Your hurtful words made Jake mewl and sink his blunt nails further into your hips

"I bet you want to fuck up into me so bad, yeah? Try it."

He took your teasing as a massive green light, pouring his heart and soul into the few rough thrusts he could squeeze in before you were leaving his face stinging again

He moaned - and here your true reign of power began

"Did you really think you'd get away with that? Am I making you that fucking dumb?" He groaned, eyes flickering from your waist to your cruel stare, "Gonna answer me? Or just stare with your mouth wide open like a bitch?"

"S-sorry, fuck-" he managed, letting his gaze fall back into his skull

You didn't accept this, "'Sorry? ' Maybe I am fucking you dumb."

With a stifled whine, Jake found more of his voice, "Y-yes you are-! So good, so good to me. Shoulda listened to you baby."

"Much better."

Admits all your humiliating insults and assaults, you couldn't deny the satisfying way Jake stuffed you

Or the way your clit faintly caressed his naval as you reached your hilt and his tip dusted your cervix

Soon enough your energy transferred to using him as a means to reach your orgasm, and nothing more

Everytime Jake would spew praises your way, you'd either cover his mouth or shut your eyes and ignore him completely to focus on tending to your g-spot

"M-I'm close..." you purred

Your thighs were growing weary and even trembling with fatigue

"I'm tired, finish me off," you ordered, allowing your hips to slow

"But-"

"Do what I say."

Jake nodded feverishly and repositioned himself to ram into you from below

His last few forceful strokes let you catch your breath and lose it in the same moment

It was like his cock was shoved the whole way into your throat with the new depths he achieved

Much to your surprise, his fingers tended to your clit

Though your body language was grateful for this, even gently holding his wrist, you still delivered the degradation he had requested: "You're such a cum slut - just wanna feel me cream all over you-"

Jake dryly chuckled, "Of course I do."

A few more powerful thrusts did the trick

To heighten your orgasm Jake continued to toy with your clit so he could feel you pulse around him

Swearing and gasping through the release of your climax and then feeling Jake finish by coating your walls white

Both of you seemed to call it quits at about the same time, flopping onto his torso and his legs falling to the ground

After while, Jake embraced you and kissed the crown of your head

"How'd I do?" You murmured, snuggling against him

Jake smiled, "I'm sure you can feel it."

[tadpolebrains]

Hi!!! Hope you're doing well. I really like your headcanons. You make the character voices really shine through in your writing, it's very satisfying to read 😌 also they're very sweet

So in the spirit of being fun, cute and silly, are the main 6 ticklish? How do they deal with a Tav that initiates tickle fights? (Or just. Attacks. Depending on their disposition i guess). Type your words writing one

Hello to you too! Tysm dhdhdh- I’m glad my silly little ramblings reach people’s brains <3

I shall type my writing words now u.u

Bg3 Companions: Ticklish?

Lae’zel would immediately clock what you’re doing as either an attempt to catch her off guard in an attack, or a spar, depending on how close you are. So much as attempt to start a tickle fight with her, and you’re going to be wrestling on the ground within moments. She does not understand the concept at first, which makes it a bit awkward the first time you do it, as you find your legs swept from under you and your back against the ground almost immediately. After taking a moment to try and explain no, you weren’t attacking her, she… still doesn’t entirely get it. Forcing laughter out of someone? Perhaps an efficient torture method for her to store in her mind for later. Phrase it as a ‘tickle fight,’ though, and well, she must master this new form of combat, of course. She is a bit ticklish, but you really have to target the right places, and… you don’t have many chances before she just demolishes you. It’s the lighter traces along her scars, or in the softer skin of her elbows and behind her knees. She also has to be comfortable enough with you to actually let herself laugh- otherwise she’ll just stifle it as to not show weakness. Or restrain you before you can even get the chance. Regardless, you will get utterly wrecked in any attack you try to make.

Astarion hates the idea of it, at least initially. He doesn’t like being forced to do anything, and especially lacking control over his own body/reactions. Any surprise attacks, especially from behind, immediately get him on the defensive- he’ll act all snarky and give disapproving clicks of his tongue, trying to cover up the fact that he just flinched pretty noticeably away from your hands. It isn’t until much later down the line, once he’s started healing a bit from his trauma, that he’d possibly enjoy it. Even then, it’s light, and expected. Little scribbles against his sides as you two are walking, or teasingly behind his ear is you’re cupping his cheek. His neck, especially where his bite mark from Cazador is, is off-limits. Brings up bad memories. But laying in bed, snugly against each other, tracing light lines along his sides and chest, tickling enough to have him all smiley without forcing full-on laughter out of him? That’s great. Helping him adjust to non-sexual forms of intimacy.

Gale. This man is definitely ticklish. I think there’s literally a line about it in-game if my memory serves correct. Now, is trying to sneak up on him and tickle him while he has the Netherese Orb in his chest a good idea? Debatable. He’d definitely make several comments through his laughter about it being a horrid idea to target the man who could level a town with such an assault, though he’d be laughing so hard it might not be all that comprehensible. Tara has definitely taken advantage of his ticklishness to get him out of fixating on things from time to time, nuzzling pointedly against his neck until he agrees to put a book down. I can imagine him being in the middle of some long-winded explanation, having gotten way off track from the initial conversation, and to get him to stop you just reach over and scribble a few fingers against his neck, making him squawk in protest and scrunch up his shoulders. He’d likely retaliate using a mage hand, poking at you during unassuming moments during the day and pretending to be intently focused on something else when you turn to him with knowing eyes. Hm? Oh, no, it definitely wasn’t him. He’s been looking at this rock the whole time! Now, fun fact about rocks- hey, get that hand away!

Karlach is an absolute tickling monster. At least, once she has her touch back. She’ll take any excuse to get close to people, so spontaneous tickle fights? Absolutely. Not only will she go along with it, but she’ll spring at you when you least expect it as well. She has the strength to push you away or take control easily, but oftentimes doesn’t use her full strength for the sake of fun. Her tail will be wagging as she laughs openly, not even trying to hide her enjoyment as you both tousle around on the ground. If she laughs too hard with the engine, it might still flare, but hey, just adds to the fun, right, soldier? …either way, maybe keep it under control. Will want to cuddle afterwards, especially if you both end up on the ground. She’ll definitely sneak some little tickles in there as well as you lay there afterwards. When you look at her with playful accusation, she’ll swear that was the last time with a too-wide grin on her face that tells you she’s lying.

Shadowheart would be caught off-guard the first time it happens, snorting with laughter and shoving the offending hands away. She’d act annoyed, but be secretly impressed that you even had the nerve. At times that she’d sassing you, little pokes at her sides have her lips twitching up into a smile. Especially at camp, since her camp clothes expose her sides. Will cackle almost wickedly if you really manage to get her good. She gets a little more snarky when she’s in a more playful mood just to egg you on. Snide little comments followed by small snickers when you have the expected retaliation. When she’s had a few glasses of wine, her laughter gets more open, and she may even loosen up enough to get you back, blending in with the shadows to bide her time before springing at you, catching you off-guard and getting her revenge, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. Hmph, not so cocky now, are you?

Wyll will absolutely take the excuse for some light-hearted fun. He’s definitely ticklish, and a bit embarrassed about it. After all, a princely-like heroic man devolving into childish giggles isn’t exactly charming in his books. However, joint laughter shared between you two is a blessing he won’t pass up. You may notice a slight huff of laughter that first night you dance together, your hands against his sides making his lips twitch in a smile. If you don’t use it against him then, the opportunity arises later. Little slow-dances at night as you graze your fingers over his sides or his lower back, getting soft huffs of laughter out of him as he shakes his head in amusement at your antics. He doesn’t usually retaliate in those softer moments, but if you come at him with a playful attack, he’s quick to shoot back with a mischievous grin on his face. Provoke the blade at your own risk.

[sadnightforus]

THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

012 - THE RECORD STORE HANGOUT

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy. 

WARNINGS: cuss words in the smau part

A/N: it took me days to write this

TAGLIST: @hoondiors

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WORD COUNT: 2796

WARNINGS: none

Jay gets to the record store faster than you expect him to.

 You see him outside of the store, through the glass window that showcases the wide range of musical collections that they’re selling. You decide not to alert him that you’re here and so you push the door to get into the shop, swiftly. 

 Intuitively, he quickly turns his head to look at you and he is mesmerized by your appearance. You look close to perfection, no you’re the perfection. 

He feels his face getting hot in your presence. 

“Wow.. it’s like you’re Aphrodite.” 

 Your little smile that you give to Jay as soon as you enter the shop is now replaced by the biggest surprised face and in a way, that manages to flatter your heart. You certainly haven’t received this kind of compliment before, which shocked you.

 In a way, you like the way that Jay openly expresses his longing for you.

“Thank you. You look like a Greek god himself, handsome.”

 And his face has a hue of redness all over due to this. But that makeup hides it. 

 Or so he thinks.

“Y-yeah.” He turns to look at you. “Do you want to take a look at these vinyls?” 

“Sure.” You nod, eyes glistening at the collection in front of you. 

 Truthfully, you haven’t been to this particular store in years now. The last time you went was when you were full of hope and aspirations in middle school (9th grade). You don’t know how and when you turn into a person who becomes reluctant to meet new people when you used to be quite a social butterfly. 

 You supposed that you’ve grown up and changed, but something tells you that it’s not entirely the reasoning behind your change of character. 

“I love The Smiths.” You voice out, mischievously referencing one of your favorite movies, 500 days of summer. 

“Hmm?” Either Jay is clueless or he’s playing along too. 

“I said I love The Smiths.” You repeat your words, this time increasingly louder but not enough to catch the attention of other people. However; you’re skeptical of the man in front of you who seems to not know what you’re referencing. “Wait, do you really not know who The Smiths are?” You then question the absurdity, finding it hard to believe a bit. 

“I do. But aren’t we quoting Tom and Summer?” He has a small smile tugs on his face, with eyes glint of hope as he looks at you. 

“Umm hmm.” You hum, satisfied.

“Do you listen to St. Vincent?” He asks. 

“I think you’re gay.” You point out, squint your eyes to analyze him and he swears he’s falling in love all over again. You nod as you reply with a “But yeah, I do.” 

“If I am a gay man, I would still be crushing on you.” He sasses and you have to completely suppress the ugliest gasp laughing you could’ve made for the sake of proper manners with his statement. 

“No way did you just say that.” You reply. “That’s like, a free conversion therapy.” You pretend to be offended by his comment. 

“It might be one.” He teases you. “Because you turn me from someone who has never been in love with someone before to literally losing my shit when I meet you.” He heartily confesses and you swear you almost fall to the ground because of the way he says it and of course, the eye contact that shows he means what he says.

“And you’ve been stuttering like crazy all this time when you met me because of what?” You gasp, noticing he’s getting bolder with each flirtatious response he sends your way.

 You have to one up him. You absolutely cannot let him win. 

 Then you have your lightbulb moment. 

 You will play a sick game, the one where you know will get him in a trance.

 You step closer to him, instead, facing him as you were previously standing beside him. Your face plant with a wicked smile, begin your work as you decide to do this and let your instincts win. 

 You’ll probably regret it later with the way you’d ask god why Jay is suddenly becoming an unbearable man to be around with the man he’d cling around for your attention around the campus later.

 But you won’t ever try to overthink this much ahead, because it just seems ridiculous when explaining it. 

 It starts off innocently enough, with your delicate fingers suddenly making their way on his arm, then your fingertips make contact with his skin, barely making it, as if to leave him wanting for more.

And you render him speechless with the way you come with this bold approach as his brain is not only blank and in a hazy state due to the constant stimulation of the ghosting yet such addictive electrifying sensation that sends chills from his skin down to his very skeleton and processes itself to his consciousness. 

 He swears he died and went to heaven that moment.

 And god, the eye contact you held with him was strong and intense. Your eyes never once divert to any other place other than directly into him, to thoroughly read his soul. To make him give his soul to you. 

 And that pretty smirk you have, knowing you win over him with this trick alone. 

“Do you like it?” You ask in a whispery tone, knowing it’ll get his head spinning. 

 This is nothing like other people had described, you turned his brain into a puddle of thoughtlessness, where the only thing he knows and aware of is you. 

 You. 

 You. 

 You. 

 You. 

 You who drive him insane and got him into this stupid mess. 

 He’s doomed from the start and with this heaven on earth experience too? How would he recover? 

“You okay?” 

 You taunt him, with a smirk on your face just as you pull away. And now he’s back to normal and he doesn’t know how to feel about that. 

“Um- uhm-…” He is wide eyed, shocked when things go back to normal. 

“I’m fine. Let’s continue looking for CDs.” 

 He considers slapping himself but that would make it too obvious. He eventually resorts to pinching himself on his arm just to make sure he’s not too far gone. 

 You both take a walk around the store, often stopping to talk about the artists you both enjoy. It’s evident that he enjoys music a lot, but so more of an rnb guy, while you’re more of a pop girl who occasionally enjoys everything in between. 

“Do you know Carly Rae Jepsen?” 

“I know her from ‘Call Me Maybe’ song. Maybe you should hit up my line.” He smirks. 

“Hey! Who told you to be that smooth?” You playfully slap his arm in a lighter way so it doesn’t hurt him. 

“But seriously, you should give her a try. Like ‘Want You In My Room’ is great.” You explain to him, pointing at the ‘Dedicated’ album. Truthfully, you’ve seen Mariah Carey’s album and you’ve been wanting to buy some as you haven’t had ‘Mariah Carey’, her debut album and some of her earlier works. 

“If I didn’t know any further, I’d say you’re flirting with me.”

“What if I really do, Park Jongseong?” 

“Then I wouldn’t mind.” 

“I’m gonna be honest with you right now, but I run out of pickup line responses. Let’s stick to talking about music.” You say, trying to avoid flirting with him because your heart is violently beating in your chest and you don’t like how he makes you blush so easily and so often. 

 It’s so infuriating that he gets the upperhand today. 

“You got that pickup generator installed in you?” He teases, aware of your awkwardness when stuck in or encounters romantic situations for way too long. 

“You make it sound like I got no bitches because all of my flirting tactics came from Reddit.” You pout, pretending to be offended by what he says. 

“I did not say that— Hold up…? You went on Reddit for love advice?” 

“Can you leave me and my lack of romance knowledge alone?” You beg for him to drop this because the more you talk, the more loser you seem to be. “I’m not a loser, I just haven’t dated in awhile.” You clarify, to sound less pathetic than you do. 

 He chuckles as he thinks to himself, you’re so fucking cute. 

“Okay, okay fine.” 

 Thank god that he decided to drop that. You don’t know when your breaking point will be if this is who you are dealing with today. 

 And you both didn’t talk much after that, only looking at the vinyls and albums that they display around the room. You came to discover that he does in fact, also listen to Kpop songs like you too, although you both are more heavily focused on the pop music scene. 

You pick up a vinyl from After Hours by The Weeknd. You don’t say anything as you walk to the counter, leaving Jay scandalized and afraid that you’re gonna walk out on him. You place the item for them to check it out, which brings you to a total of 50$.

 You quietly pay as you say your ‘thank you's' to the store owner then return back to your spot earlier, which now has some more people coming in and they seem to be a music lover too.

 You give it to Jay, monotonously saying “This is for you.” trying to hide the fact you thought of him when you listen to Abel Tesfaye. He looks shocked, at first, trying to refuse but initially gave up after a while and he utters out ‘Thank you’ so many times that you think you broke the poor man. And what’s wrong with spoiling a pretty boy like him anyway?

 He doesn’t need to know that you think of him in ways that would make your friends slam your head into the wall to knock back your senses.

 Then you look at the time on your phone.

 It’s now 7 pm and you suddenly realize how many hours you have been there. You both are so engrossed by the conversation you both are having that you didn’t check the time at all. 

 There’s no sunset that shines through the store’s glass window, but there’s a moon rising in the sky that flaunts its beauty for the world to see. 

 You’re almost starstruck until Jay taps your shoulder to get you out of your trance after he had noticed that you’ve been staring at the outside view for a good 5 minutes. 

“Hey Y/N.” His voice snaps you back to reality. “Do you wanna go to the restaurant nearby?” 

At the mention of the restaurant, your stomach quietly growls and you realize that you’re indeed, more hungrier than you realize. 

“Yes. That will be nice.” You nod. 

“I see you have been glancing over at that Daydream and Emotions vinyl.” He points out. “Give me that.” 

 You did just that without questioning why. 

“Wait, are you gonna pay-” 

 He’s faster than you as he’s already at the counter, checking both vinyls out as 60$ just casually rolling out. You didn’t forget that you saw multiple ONE OK ROCK’s albums too. That would make at least a total of 130$. 

 You don’t say anything as you observe him buying you vinyls. Once he’s done, you walk to him, not satisfied that he spends money on you. It almost makes you feel guilty because you want to pay for your own stuff too, but of course, he has to be such a douchebag about it by buying the missing thing from your collection. 

 Safe to say you’d be thinking of him when looking at the bought vinyls now. 

 That’s so annoying. 

 UGH. 

 You want to scream and kiss him but you mainly want to punch him, at least that’s what you think. 

“Here’s yours.” He hands you the vinyls and you shamefully accept it. You feel like a gold digger in the worst way possible and you want to flick the perfect forehead of his for that. “Let’s go to the restaurant.” 

 You chuckle then you put out your hand for him to hold as you say “Lead the way, Taurus boy.” 

 And he happily holds your hands as he searches for the restaurant nearby to occupy both your stomachs and minds on the busy street in Seoul city tonight. 

“I think I look totally out of place from this place.” You comment just as you sit down at the table, facing Jay. 

 You feel a bit intimidated because of this place but truthfully, you also love it if you happen to go there alone or with friends. Unfortunately, the place looks too elite for a broke college student like you. Everything in there is luxurious and you begin to think that you can’t afford this place even if you work hard your entire life. 

 You’re just being dramatic, it’s not too high class if you’re being realistic, but it’s expensive for a regular worker like you, especially if you don’t come from family who has too much money to spend on useless stuff. 

 You shrug, annoyed by your own train of thoughts as you look at Jay, flabbergasted that he chooses such an expensive place. 

“You don’t.” He shakes his head, disagreeing with you. He then hands you the menu on the table and you bow your head a bit as a gesture of saying ‘thank you’. 

“Call whatever food you want to.” He asks and you purposely pick the cheapest one off the menu because seeing the price kills your appetite. 

 A waiter approaches you both and she quickly takes notes of the food you both are ordering. It wasn’t long before she walks away in a fast paced to alert the chef, signaling that a new food has to be made again. 

 You didn’t forget to observe the way he treated her too and you’re almost impressed that he treats her nicer than your ex would when it comes to service workers. 

 Maybe it’s not a bad idea to go on a date with him at all.

“Do you know there’s a duck crossing the streets of Seattle right now?” He asks, trying to humor you a bit. You’re so shocked that you can’t help but laugh at the random question that is seemingly out of the blue.

“There’s no ducks.” You say. “But there’s butterflies roaming around someone’s house in Seattle.”

“Hey.” He disagrees. “It was in 2018 when some ducks were crossing the streets in west seattle. Are you calling me a liar?” He says it accusingly in a joking manner.

“I won’t believe that until there’s evidence to backup the statement.”

 And boy, did he pull out his phone to show you a video that his longtime friend sent to him about ducks being on the road from the westside of Seattle. And you can’t get mad at that, honestly.

“I always think of us, being ducks holding hands, crossing the street of Arizona- WAIT! I mean Seattle.”

 This time you hysterically laugh, trying to hold back your tears as he messes up his own new invented pickup line.

“Stop laughing! I’m kinda embarrassed!” He says, his ears flushed red and he can’t even look straight in the eyes.

“NOOO!!!” You disagree, shaking your head aggressively as your body rocking from laughing so much and your hand covers your mouth due to the infectious laughter you let out. “You’re funny when you’re a loser.”

“I think I’m cool!” He pouts slightly, tone sulking.

“You were cool, like totally out of kdrama cool in the bookstore and now you go back to say embarrassing things.” You shoot back. “But I like it.” You whisper, hoping he doesn’t catch that.

 He does. 

 He chooses not to comment on it.

 You both continuously showed each other cat reels until the food arrived and the first thing he did after the waiter had finished placing the meal onto the table was to be your personal photographer. You can’t reject the offer, after all, who’s nice enough to take a picture of a fRiEnD that you’re hanging out with?

And you snapped a few of his pictures back too, as a gesture of gratitude in return.

 Then, after the pictures taking session is over, you both enjoy your meal together, while having a conversation about everything that relates to yourselves personally.

 You can’t say you don’t like it when he makes you laugh from his pickup lines that he always messes it up along the way and the witty remarks that he suddenly feels confident to shoot back at you sometimes.

[bisamwilson]

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wish that i could wind (like a spiral stair through time)

“Five o’clock sharp every morning, baby,” he’d said, over half a century ago now, his voice weak and his bones weaker, holding onto Bucky’s far less wrinkled hand with all the strength he still had. “Early morning exercise is important for old men like us: keeps us living longer.” Bucky has lived fifty-two years, three months, and twelve days longer than Sam had ever gotten to, and, running his hand over Sam’s side of the bed, his favorite blanket kept pristine even after all these years, he thinks living longer is the last thing he’d ever want. He still gets up at five to exercise every day, though. After all, Sam had asked him to, and who is Bucky to deny Sam anything he asks, even all these years later.

2. my convenience store dream boy

The most definitely real heat gets stronger for just a moment, disappearing when Cap puts on a friendly smile. “Can’t say I pegged you for an optimist, Bucky,” he says, holding Bucky’s phone out. Bucky takes it back without looking away from his face. “I’m not, usually. Only when there’s something—or someone—worth inspiring my optimism.” Bucky’s probably gone too far on the side of “hammy,” but Cap’s still interested enough for him to think he didn’t quite blow his chance. As a matter of fact, he’s a little too interested, really, because this is going to give Bucky ideas—the dangerous kind, the kind that’s gonna break his heart someday, he’s sure.

3. put some mustard on it

Sam notices the heightened restlessness too, he’s sure, but that comes along with Bucky agreeing to go on morning runs with him more often as well as an exponential uptake in random warm smiles, so Sam probably doesn’t say anything in worry of breaking that particular spell.  Every time he thinks about that ring he just breaks out into a grin, and every time Sam asks him to come along he doesn’t want to miss a single second. Smiling, running, being with Sam, looking at his ring from Costco. That’s most of Bucky’s life these days. And buying and subsequently wasting mustard, of course. He’s been too busy thinking about the ring to stage that intervention.

4. but it feels like there's oceans between you and me

Usually pleasure rolls off Bucky in waves in times like this, the initial slow push almost more satisfying to him than the explosive finish, but now Sam feels a frenzy of emotions, entirely at odds with Bucky’s calm approach to fucking him.  Fear. Relief. Anger. Worry. Something Sam might call “love” if he didn’t know better.

and, of course,

5. (it's your kiss) hey princess

There’s a noticeable pause between Sam’s steps at that, but Bucky effortlessly leads them back on track. “I appreciate dropping formalities, but I gotta say, ‘Bucky’ does not exactly fit with the handsome noble vibe you’ve got going here.” Bucky spins them around in a move that is surprisingly easy but leaves Sam a little breathless. “Childhood nickname that stuck. My middle name’s Buchanan, which is somehow even more unfortunate than Bucky, but my younger sister, Becca, had issues with it when she was young. It came out more similar to ‘Bucky,’ and that’s what I’ve been called ever since, at least by the people I’m close to.” “We’ve met so recently, Buck, one might think it’s a little sad that I’m already included in those ranks, even if I’m not complaining.” Bucky dips him low and leans into his ear, whispering, “We’re not quite close yet, Prince, but you’ll forgive me for hoping we get there.”

[killingrapture]

rambling about the dist 23 hermovies pic and whatever. i kind of went off track bc i just. say things about them so it's also just Them in general. but whatever

dist 23 hermovies makes me crazy and the picture just makes me more bonkers about it because of the way they look at each other.

one might say that hermann's expression isn't providing much insight, but i would say this is insight in of itself considering. talking about it makes me feel ill because i get overwhelmed by how strongly i feel about their dynamic in general. in my head, hermann is the one who tends to initiate and be more open to showing affection etc but i like the hermann who does all this, but tries to still keep such a straight expression throughout, understand? something about not wanting to let vediovis know what is brewing beneath her practiced disposition. something about how she would love get rid of vediovis if only because vediovis is doing a little too well with making her develop any sort of particular attachment. when she doesn't need it or really care for it at this point (or so she thinks). and something about how the converse is just as true - that as much as vediovis may turn into a Problem for her based on said attachment, hermann cannot deny the allure of being wanted and satisfying that want of another who can only be satisfied through hermann alone. well, i can't put it into words succinctly, but she cannot deny she enjoys vediovis's unwavering dedication even if it's not something she can commit to so easily. it does feel good to be needed, yes? that sort of idea… feeding into each other's needs of wanting to be wanted, needing to be needed and that they only have each other to depend on to satisfy. could they find other people to satisfy this? perhaps. but they don't want to is the thing. this also goes into keeping the other just at bay enough to have them reach a near breaking point in terms of desperation for the other. obviously, this is more readily obvious with vediovis than it is hermann, but they have the same power and effect on each other regardless of who "shows" it more.

which it's also a matter of… their dynamic in general and the push and the pull and the giving very careful amounts of what the other desires. vediovis wants hermann to smile at her and be affectionate and do anything that indicates she Wants her at all; but hermann is careful about it because of the manner of their relationship being one that is not built on romance or "attachment"; it's purely beneficial and a means to an end (what means? it depends) - not just for hermann, but for vediovis as well.

yet vediovis lends herself more to the fantastical when it comes to "love" because it's something that has been so terribly elusive to her. what is "love", exactly, to vediovis anyway…? a question to get into at some point because… it's complicated. though, the same could be asked of hermann and be met with the same complications perhaps. i forget what my point was - something about vediovis veering into the opposite spectrum of all this with her "love" by being so obsessive and possessive of the "love" that hermann does provide. because it's the only love she will experience - it is merely fact to vediovis. hence the desperation behind it, for hermann to reciprocate to any degree since she cannot expect full commitment (the ideal). but is vediovis clingy? no. even if vediovis is very keen on hermann and cannot possibly imagine loving anyone else ever - she is not so much the sort to so easily be affectionate or express love. dist 23 may be an exception in that vediovis would emote more due to feeling more "freedom and confidence" about her identity (another topic that... requires a different post entirely). but the extent of vediovis showing love and adoration for hermann is still dependant on what hermann herself initiates - you see.

so hermann holding a knife so close to her and closing the gap between them? hermann initiated and regardless of her intent, vediovis finds love in it and therefore reacts as such. even if hermann genuinely wanted to kill her right then and there, vediovis would view it as some twisted expression of love. her perception may be all skewed, but it will never fail her to the very end. nor would hermann ever deny her this. however, vediovis understands hermann well enough to know that hermann has no intent to be so simple and sudden with vediovis's demise. both in dist 23 and in general, vediovis expects hermann to be somewhat more precise and methodical about it. it would not just be swift, but something to further drive in this idea of "love". does this make any sense to anyone or is that just me... well.

anyway, i meant to just speak of dist 23 hermovies rather than them in general, but them in general is also them in dist 23, just Worse. hermann who already wants to devour vediovis entirely in a metaphorical sense becomes hermann who wants to devour vediovis whole in the most literal manner possible. she doesn't though, but she thinks about it often. because vediovis is also thinking about it often. hermann asks her what she wants more, to eat or to be eaten? vediovis cannot answer… indecisive about something so final. all she can say is that so long as hermann is the one on the other end then she has no qualms.

[smiletimeisrunningout]

"Didn't I tell you-it's the scar I've here," she pointed at the spot on her chest, genuinely surprised, "I'm sorry, it's not even something I hide, I guess it didn't come up... Step-grandma wanted my heart on a silver platter," considering she had initially stayed there because of the extremely violent crimes committed by people from her faction, it would be no surprise there, "He was very close to getting it. It's why sometimes-often, I need to be, you know, on top. When we are alone. Every now and then he comes back to mind." That would have been a helpful information for him before they had stopped seeing each other at night, probably. "I'm thinking that if I had told you the stories behind my scars you would have probably understood me better..." she squeezed his hand, "But maybe it will kill the rest of you more."

"Your admittance of 'even if you are' is as much of a declaration as I'll ever need. I don't require loud and splashy displays of affection...your smiles and gestures and thoughtfulness let me know precisely how you feel."

"Really?" she met his eyes with a small spark of relief and perhaps even hope, because she hadn't considered that-no, no, there was still the matter of her being not enough, not just her lack of ability to word her emotions. But still, it was something, even if a simple 'I love you' was not unreasonable for him to demand.

"Does this give me bragging rights over all the other men?"

She giggled at that, feeling a little lighter: "Yes, I suppose it does." He seemed so happy about it, so easily won over by the smallest affirmations she was making.

"And isn't that the beauty of life? That there are no guarantees, and that everything is an adventure? One that's meant to be experienced with the ones you love?"

She wanted the guarantees, as silly as that was. She may long for adventures that involved swords, or guns now, but not for the ones that involved a ring. But she also wanted, desperately, to trust Ben.

"What if I've considered everything before? Coming home with you, and just...w-well, not abandoning the Cause, per se, but allowing myself a modicum of peace -- giving myself the chance to simply be."

Her mouth fell open because that had never crossed her mind, that he'd want that, that he'd consider that an option. For her. "You can't-we can't-would you? Wh... Wait, give me a moment." It was best for both of them if she could at least calm down enough to finish a sentence, and she would have thought impossible for herself to blush after such a blood loss, yet apparently bodies worked differently than how she expected. "You have... thought of that? Of... of coming home with me, of... being... together with me?" When? To what extent?

"Haven't you felt safe? Secure? Happy? Why must all of that change just because our feelings have? Are we not the same two people?"

"Well, I never... never felt responsible to give you... what a wi-woman is supposed to give you... romantically and now I do, and I'm very aware of my lackings." It wasn't just that, of course, it was also that he'd be stepping in Arian's former role, and it was terrifying.

"Because yes, Emma, I'd love nothing more than to say I can accept that, but I feel as though you're trying your very best to dissuade me...and I'm unsure if that's because of your residual fear, or if you genuinely believe I won't be able to handle you. Well... I suppose we all could use a lesson on how to handle you."

Emma let out a chuckle despite everything, "Not all, you are the only one I'd care to help learn such horror." He had been satisfied with how she could single him out earlier, so perhaps that was the way to keep telling him had indeed a special place in her heart. "I guess the first part of the lesson would be not to let me dissuase you." But she could see that he was in a strange position of having to hear her objections and ignore them entirely, which may not feel like the kind thing to do.

She pulled his hand closer so she could hold it with both of hers, thinking. "When I met him, when I met Arian... I acted like a boy. I thought boys were better, had more fun than girls, because they got to wear the best clothes, and girls were boring. I didn't want to wear pretty dresses or worry about my hair, I wanted to fight. I started fights with the boys in town and, since I was actually trained in both swords and hand to hand combat, I won. And Arian thought that was amazing. He told me I was strong and beautiful, that I'd be a warrior like my mother, and he started courting me with sweet words and gifts. He trusted me with personal matters, made me feel needed and even stronger and... I started seeing him after curfew. Innocently, I was just a girl, but so that we could spend hours talking. And we did. And..." she paused, feeling her heart race in her chest, "You cannot tell anyone what I'm about to say."

"Take your heart?" Benjamin echoed, stunned. "Emma..." Expression softening, he appraised her with a different sort of invasiveness -- one he knew she wouldn't appreciate, given her stubbornness, but he took her hand all the same. "Don't you realize how much you've already endured? You are resilient, you are a fighter -- infuriatingly so." Here, he offered a lopsided smile. "It would kill the rest of us far less if you weren't so determined to dive headlong into danger."

"You are the kindest," Emma grumbled, a soft furrow forming between her brows. "You said... you said that me being unsure means you have your answer. I'll never stop being unsure, so... that means you'll feel unloved even if you are. Especially with someone like me who can't... say romantic words."

Benjamin hesitated, his heart both rising and falling akin to a skipping stone. "That might be true," he cautiously allowed, "but I think it helps that I know where you stand. When we first talked, I had no idea that you...I-I didn't realize the wounds ran so deep." He squeezed her fingers. "Your admittance of 'even if you are' is as much of a declaration as I'll ever need. I don't require loud and splashy displays of affection...your smiles and gestures and thoughtfulness let me know precisely how you feel."

You and no one else.

The words danced between his ribs and lit up his entire face, a shy, boyish grin lifting the corners of his mouth. "Does this give me bragging rights over all the other men?" he teased. "Such words will assuredly break some hearts."

The sentiment seemed to prick into Emma like a thorn. "What if I break your heart?" she deflected.

Benjamin's smile faded and he scooted in closer. "I'm an adult," he assured her. "Well...maybe not always in my approach, but I think I can handle it."

Emma shook her head. "What if I'm not enough and you break my heart again? Not... not that you did it before, but it was broken by someone else, and I can't take another--If only I could be sure that I can give you enough, Ben..."

He winced, his eyes burning with a hint of pity and helplessness. "You know we can't guarantee anything," Benjamin whispered. "And isn't that the beauty of life? That there are no guarantees, and that everything is an adventure? One that's meant to be experienced with the ones you love?"

Emma chuckled, the sound tinged with disbelief. "You couldn't be closer than I wish, Ben, you could never be close enough. I would want nothing more than to keep you by my side, take you home with me, and never let you go... But that matters little if... if I can't give you... more."

Benjamin swallowed, the pleading look in his face reflecting her own. "But what if I want all of that?" he pressed. "What if I've considered everything before? Coming home with you, and just...w-well, not abandoning the Cause, per se, but allowing myself a modicum of peace -- giving myself the chance to simply be."

The desperation in Emma's eyes grew. "A man should feel like... the woman he's with feels safe. I can't give you that. I can give you my heart, but I can't stop being scared of you throwing it away. Can you accept that? Knowing it's because another man has done it before?"

"But what about these past few months?" Benjamin pressed. Throat raw, he asked, "Haven't you felt safe? Secure? Happy? Why must all of that change just because our feelings have? Are we not the same two people? Could it not be argued that affection makes a bond stronger, and not worse?" He exhaled. "Because yes, Emma, I'd love nothing more than to say I can accept that, but I feel as though you're trying your very best to dissuade me...and I'm unsure if that's because of your residual fear, or if you genuinely believe I won't be able to handle you. Well..." Here, he offered a lopsided smile. "I suppose we all could use a lesson on how to handle you."

[weasleyandweasley]

Happy Birthday, Colie.

@truesymphony / @maraudersconvictions

The Yule Ball was the event of the season. A dance hosted by their school this year. Every student was expected to not only respect tradition, and represent their school, but to be accompanied by a date. And Cedric and Krum were the most desirable bachelors. Nearly half the school hoped one would ask them, but others created rumors about who they thought would be asked. In the case of Cedric, it was assumed he would ask Rachael Lewis.

And how wrong they would have been.

Cedric and Ray were close, but not in the way some thought. Platonically yes, romantically no. And both had their own idea in mind of who they wanted to take. And Ray wasn't waiting on George to ask first. She took the initiative and received a satisfying yes in return. And Fred had pretended to ask Cedric, only to get an actual yes from him. But the night before the actual day, Fred and Ray decided to break the rules.

The two wanted to spend the evening together, and hoped none of the portraits or ghosts, if not caught by a professor, would give them away. And their chosen place was Hufflepuff. They knew George wouldn't give them up, nor would Cedric. And for all they knew, those two were doing a little rule breaking of their own. And Fred and Ray might have encouraged it.

But they sat in the common room. Ray was resting her head on Fred's shoulder as the fire roared in front of them. He had gotten ahold of one of Cedric's shirts, and George didn't mind Ray wearing his (in fact, he really enjoyed seeing her waltz around in his clothes). "Reckon I can steal some clothes for ya." Fred mentioned. George probably wouldn't care anyway, even if he thought Fred was taking it for himself. Wouldn't be the first time they wore each other's things. And if he outright admitted it was for Ray, well, George probably would have thrown him a sack of clothes to give her.

"Thanks Freddycat, but I can get them myself. George likes to see me in them anyway~" A light tease from Ray as Fred scoffed and nudged her. When she sat up, Fred leaned a little close to her, before giving her a half smile. "If George wouldn't have mustered up the courage, and you still didn't ask him, I probably would have asked you myself." As friends, but he doubted he needed to clarify. Though, she might have still asked him anyway. This was just a hypothetical. "But would you have said yes?" The look she gave him though. "Of course I would!" She responded, as if the question didn't even need to be asked. "You're my platonic soulmate, do you even need to ask?" Rhetorically asked, of course.

When the following day came, both prepared together deciding it would be the more fun option to surprise Cedric and George. "You're not suppose to look better than me." Fred jokingly scoffed. "Come on, show off." He insisted, and received a lovely twirl from her in such a stunning dress. "Think George will love it?" She asked Fred. "He'd be a twit not to." Fred responded.

The evening went better than imagined. The four of them danced nearly the entire evening, only taking breaks as needed. Not to mention some first kisses took place that night. But the biggest event had yet to happen. When the night was almost over and the last song was announced, Fred had asked for Ray to dance with him. It was a bit slow, but perfect for his plan. Towards the end of the number, after a rather dramatic dip, he pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a delicious cherry ring pop. "Mushroom, will you do me the honor of becoming my best friend for the rest of our lives?" Because he realized that even the possibility of losing her would be enough to break him.

He barely had to wait once she realized what was going on. She didn't just say "yes, Freddycat", no. All five feet of her launched directly at him, nearly squeezing the life out of him as she hugged him. Hopefully George wouldn't be jealous he wouldn't of all the squeals he received. As much as he enjoyed being there with Cedric, his friendship had been there longer with Ray. She meant the world to him, and he needed her to know.

[noforkingclue]

Dear writer will u pls do diana prince x reader where they met a few times as wonder woman saving damsel in distress? Diana thinks ur adorable. Bruce thinks its suspicious that u keep crossing path with diana n in need of rescue. Eventually diana seek u out n then become friends. What happen after is up to u. Could be usual cute meet or there is sinister reason or whatever u want. Thanks in advance.

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Of course you can anon! I hope you like the fic :)

Title: Just a Coincidence?

DC tag list: @mxacegrey

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites, @spngingerbread21, @layazul, @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

“Don’t.”

Diana knew what Bruce was going to say even before he opened his mouth. She looked up at him and glared. Bruce ignored it as he sat down opposite her.

“Three times.” He said

“Three times?”

“You save y/n l/n three times in as many months.”

“And?”

“And you don’t find that suspicious.”

“Do you find the amount of time Clark has save Lois suspicious?”

“That’s-“

“What?” Diana stood up, “Different? This conversation is over.”

She walked towards the door but Bruce’s voice made her freeze.

“The first time was in London,” he said, “You saved her from being crushed from under a bus.”

Diana turned around slowly as Bruce continued to talk. He shuffled through the paperwork on his desk and pulled out another sheet.

“And then there’s Paris.” He said

“Paris.”

“Tour boat she was on was sinking. At least, that was the story the newspapers were given.”

“You don’t believe it.”

“Initially I believed it.”

“So what’s changed?”

“Too many coincidences.”

“Coincidences,” Diana shook her head, “Your paranoia is getting the better of you.”

“And then there’s Germany. You saved her yet again.”

“What’s your point?”

“She keeps turning up where you are. And each time she does she’s in danger and needs rescuing.”

Bruce stood up and slowly walked towards Diana. Diana held his gaze but narrowed her eyes at him. She clenched her jaw as Bruce held up his ‘evidence’.

“I’m sure there is more,” he said, “Or there will be.”

“What’s that meant to mean?”

“Like I said,” by now Bruce was directly in front of her, “Wherever you go, she’ll be there. I’m not the only one who has my suspicions on who, or what, she is.”

“And I will not have my friend’s name dragged through the mud.”

It took all of Diana’s willpower not to smile at the look on Bruce’s face.

“Did it ever occur to you that the reason why we were in the same place was because we were together.”

“So,” Bruce said after a tense second, “She knows who you are.”

“I don’t see how that is any concern of yours.”

“And you’re sure you can trust her.”

“I wouldn’t be with her if I didn’t.”

“Hmm.”

Diana sighed and shook her head.

“You might not trust y/n but I do,” she said, “That should be enough for you Bruce.”

“Alright.”

But it wasn’t. Both of them could tell. The underlying tension was still thick in the air and Diana knew that she would have her work cut out changing Bruce’s mind. The others won’t take much persuading but Bruce would take a lot more effort.

“Now I really must be going,” she said, “You’ve made me late enough already.”

“Something nice?” Bruce asked, an awkward attempt to ease the tension

“Dinner,” she said, “With y/n.”

When Diana left the room Bruce sat back down, left alone with his thoughts. He pursed his lips as he looked through all the evidence he had gathered. He didn’t entirely believe Diana, too many coincidences for him to be completely satisfied. So, if y/n wasn’t following Diana that only left one other option.

Diana was the one following you.

[sluttywonwoo]

hi i can sense my crimson tide is about to roll in, and as a professional Joshua Feral-goer im thinking abt him helping with the cramps by going down on me or even more 😳 (p.s. may i be 🌌 anon please? im new here owo)

ugh i started mine today :/ i’m in hell

“shua, it hurtsss…” you whine to him in passing and he doesn’t even need to look at you to understand what you’re talking about.

he keeps track of your cycle pretty well, not in an obsessive way, he just has a good idea of how often he’s getting laid.

he’s quick to stop what he’s doing to join you on the couch where you’re curled up in a ball, clutching your stomach.

“have you taken medicine, angel?”

“yes, but it barely did anything.”

he rubs your arm soothingly. “have you started yet?”

“no, not yet,” you answer. “i just know it’ll be soon.”

“let me help you then, baby.”

he’d help you anyway even if you had already started your period, but he knows you get embarrassed.

you agree easily and lift your hips so that joshua can take your sweatpants off. he places them on the rug next to the sofa and slides onto his stomach, parting your legs with his hands so that he can situate his head between your thighs.

you groan as another wave of pain rolls through you, and joshua let’s you squeeze his hand as hard as you want until it passes, pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs. once you’ve relaxed again he begins to thumb at your clit over your panties, rubbing it until there’s a wet spot on the front of the material. you whine and try to move your hips to get him to go faster, but he holds you in place, scolding you with a disapproving grunt.

your hormones are already so out of wack that it doesn’t take long at all to work you up. joshua can’t help but be pleased with himself when he sees how desperate you are.

“please, don’t tease,” you beg, and his cock twitches traitorously in his pants. he has to remind himself that this is all about you right now, and that you probably don’t want to have to stretch around something as big as his dick while you’re already in pain. he’d just jerk off in the shower later.

when he’s satisfied with how wet he’s gotten you, he slips your panties off and places them neatly on top of your sweats, mouth watering at the sight before him. he’s surprised when your legs squeeze around his head without warning— initially thinking you’re trying to convince him to just eat you out already, but he soon realizes it’s another cramp that you’re riding out.

it’s not just your legs tensing, it’s your entire body, and that’s what gives it away. joshua hates seeing you like this. he can’t even bring himself to look up at your face because he knows it’s scrunched up in discomfort, so he distracts himself by lowering his head and getting to work.

“i’ll make it go away,” he promises with a kiss to your clit. “i’ll make it all better.”

he starts slow, with delicate licks between your folds. you gasp out in pleasure, pulling at his hair. joshua moans against your cunt and continues to make out with it, tonguing your clit with just enough pressure to make your head spin.

when you get like this, joshua likes to gently coax orgasms out of you rather than try to force them. he knows you need to cum to feel better, but he also knows how intense everything else already feels for you, so he wants to take his time and pleasure you languidly. it’s like he has to prove to your body that it’s ok to relax, and he has to work you so close to the edge that you have no choice but to go over it… somehow he manages to do it every time.

you cum with a cry of his name and a gush of arousal, and joshua has a hard time not smirking as he laps all of it up. his chin is still glistening when he finally comes up for air and you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment as you thank him and relax back into the couch.

your eyes are heavy with sleep now, and you can barely keep them open so joshua knows he’s done a good job. he grins again and rubs a hand along your thigh comfortingly.

“always, baby. let me know if you need another one.”

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Agree with the majority of people that the Ayshe-Norman conflict needed to be expanded upon because it is such a letdown to tease the moral quandary of one of your protagonists who's been pulled back from the brink and objectively committed grievous wrongs reckoning with what he's wrought, only to put a pin it and vaguely nod to it later on as not being entirely settled (because how could it be in such a short amount of time). To be fair, things had already simmered down by the time they meet in the capital, and I like to at least partially contribute that to her interactions with Don and Gilda, but Norman has yet to be shown initiating any act of restitution. It helps that Shirai acknowledges this was an unsatisfactory conclusion to the conflict and meant to further elaborate upon it, but for now we're left in limbo.

#going with ayshe bc i think she deserves it and tbh it would just be more interesting to detail whatever happened there w her??? #like some internal monologue or some follow up even if just a bit #sorry idk how to put it into words (via @trainerbea)

What you said makes sense! You even went further by centering it around Ayshe's perspective after the only follow-up we receive is this panel from chapter 181:

And you can make inferences from it—them being in such close physical proximity while she allows him to hold one of her new puppies, beings she considers part of her family—but still, nothing compared to a more fleshed-out chapter or light novel story. We're never privy to the full spectrum of emotions she regards him or the other Lambda kids with, which is kind of important, given how she's the entire other side of that conflict.

Whether it was a regular 19- to 21-page chapter or a 35-40-bonus-length one, I could see Shirai keeping it primarily in her perspective or alternating between the two, but after what we received for the resolution up until now it couldn't be primarily from Norman's; it would feel too unbalanced.

#I'm still waiting for the Ayshe oneshot Shirai did promise us so... #but! I really don't want to see Ray addressing his relationship with Isabella #why? because it's more fun to think about it yourself #and see different interpretations of various writers and artists #everything else would be great too #I'd also love to see more of Isabella's time in the Headquarters as trainee #and how she changed over the years (because she changed) #not to forget - how James did assemble his supporters #that would be great too #but first I need more Ayshe stuff (via @officersnickers)

After all our chats you know how much of a sucker I am for Ray and the rest of the Grace Field children having an open discussion about the woman who raised them and everything she put them through, so I would 100% be down for that if it had enough room to breathe. If the focus is centered around Ray, I don't feel it would be impossible even within the confines of a regular-length chapter. However, outside of it being directly addressed in a dialogue with other characters (most likely with interspersed flashbacks), I feel like the best framing would be musings over the course of years.

But as noted in other tags, I should have opened the choice up to all the Grace Field kids sorting this out; this was me getting hung up on how messy the last interaction Ray has with her is (on top of, you know, all the prolonged trauma) when the last time Norman saw her she was handing him over to Peter and his nerves looked absolutely fried.

#ray addressing his relationship with isabella is so low on my priority list honestly bc i doubt it would be done in a way that satisfies me #i’m biased but i just don’t think shirai has the guts or willpower to address that implied abuse with any kind of nuance #the strained relationship between mother and son #nothing that can ever truly be mended #i want ray to loath her and i don’t think shirai can really hit that #jointly though i wouldn’t want a chapter like that that solely focuses on ray (isabella was norman and emma’s mom too!) (via @whamss)

We do have the December 2020 exhibition interview where Shirai state she's a (morally) poor person for being taken in by the belief that her actions as a Mom are entirely noble.

I do agree though that the chances of Ray coming out of that hypothetical chapter fully loathing her would be nonexistent with the way her death is framed.

#By this point WSJ should give them the special 35-40 page chapters because 20 pages would not be enough for any plot line above #Of course I would choose the Ayshe-Norman conflict first #But I remember there being an option for fans to choose whether they want to see how Mujika and the demons are post-canon #I've been so curious about that every time I remember it (via @thathilomgirl)

Ooo Mujika post-canon going-ons would be good, too. My initial thoughts are with how bizarrely and conveniently smoothly we see the transfer of power to her thanks to Leuvis' grand display that any immediate conflict afterward would feel awkward and contrived, but as a vehicle for delving into more of the demon world's culture and history and/or there potentially being a significant timeskip by demon lifespan standards to see the long-term effects of her reign, it could be neat.

And yes in an ideal world we'd be getting way more than a single chapter to feel the full impact of any of these scenarios without large chunks lost to timeskips of a few months or years. (I've always got the prayer circle going for a Shaman King situation playing out with more chapters being added in a perfect edition rerelease.)

*The kids integrating into the human world and the potential struggles they face post-finding Emma.

**Ray addressing his relationship with Isabella, either by himself or with other characters.

Interested if people will specify a difference between what they think is most needed and what potentially requires an entire arc to properly address versus what they think can reasonably be addressed in a single chapter, and if the standard chapter length of 19-21 pages versus the 35- to 40-page length of Isabella's and Krone's respective bonus chapters factors in at all.

[lustfulcat]

Oh How The Turn Tables

When I did meta for Chapter 46 I spoke extensively about the reverse dynamic; however, in Chapter 47, Yoneda Kou really brings it home in a way we all didn’t expect. Yashiro is impotent.

Apparently, Yashiro has been impotent for the last four years which, to me, explains a lot. He’s still Yashiro but there’s been something subdued about his character (yes even when he’s wrecking a pet store) it’s more like in the quiet moments he’s not himself. He’s not the lacivious smug jerk he was in volume one. And that’s because a core coping mechanism that he relies on has been altered.

Let’s dig deeper. Yashiro has responded to the sexual trauma of his youth by being promiscuous and that enables him to avoid feelings. He drives away or fires anyone who gets emotionally close to him and whenever someone even hints at something more than surface level, he brushes it off.

Also, his old trauma has been added to. Let’s not discount how bad things got four years ago. Not only was he shot, he lost the movement in his right arm for a period of time, and he was on the run. THEN he is practically choked to death by Hirata, has his head bashed in with a rock, and loses sight in one eye (also Yashiro not being able to see out of one eye is totally symbolic of him only seeing one side of himself but that’s another entire meta post.) I’m sorry but that would leave anyone shook. Plus  once you age, you start to feel your mortality strongly. I think Yashiro, nearing 40 and dealing with his death more than once in a short time, was shook down to his core.

Now, let’s couple that with how he felt during sex with Doumeki. Because Doumeki broke through all of Yashiro’s walls. He got close to Yashiro, felt something for Yashiro, and survived all of Yashiro’s lame firings. And Yashiro got emotionally close to him, enough that when Doumeki was in imminent danger, Yashiro broke down in the shower. Doumeki took the initiative once Yashiro’s walls were down (because when does that happen, really? just once before in Tadayoedo?) and proceeded to show Yashiro what true, caring, gentle sex is. And let me tell you, having sex with someone who cares about you is something else. It was so very different than what Yashiro was used to - it fed his soul.

It was the apple that Yashiro took a bite out of, bringing him knowledge that – combined with all the trauma from above – left him bereft.  And Yashiro wishes he hadn’t had a taste of that apple because then he wouldn’t know what he was missing. Doumeki truly was forbidden fruit that - once eaten - changed Yashiro’s world.

And even though Yashiro’s mind doesn’t remember Doumeki, Yashiro’s body does and he becomes impotent. It doesn’t stop him though, he still resorts to old patterns, which results in further trauma: in this chapter, during sex with Inami, Yashiro remembers being assaulted and beaten in an alley, and the rough session with Inami – especially now that Doumeki is back in the picture – no longer feels like sex, it feels like what Yashiro experienced at the hands of his uncle.

So for four years Yashiro has been unable to perform, until Chapter 44 when Doumeki holds him in the shower. That’s why Yashiro furiously beats off after their encounter, and once he’s done says “Four years, huh?” aklshalhs  And that’s also why in Chapter 46 Doumeki says WERE YOU PENT UP? after their encounter because Yashiro was; he was so pent up that he was daydreaming about kissing (and tbh Doumeki has such swagger now that he’d get anyone up, Yashiro didn’t stand a chance.)

In this chapter, Yashiro runs to Inami to compare how Inami made him feel vs how Doumeki made him feel (and we know who the winner is here.) During sex with Inami Yashiro thinks of Doumeki because now only Doumeki can satisfy him; which is hilarious because before the timeskip, only Yashiro who could get Doumeki up. Clearly, they are made for each other.

But there are some hurdles. After all this time, Doumeki isn’t going to be the one to initiate, to show feelings. That’s on Yashiro now; this relationship won’t move any further unless Yashiro gets in touch with his emotions and admits his love. And stops being so stubborn. Of course, Yashiro isn’t just sleeping with Inami for recreation, he’s also trying to get information - which is exactly what Doumeki told him NOT to do and is classic Yashiro. He was doing this in Chapter 1 so why stop now. In this chapter he’s trying to find out about Okuyama, and when Inami drops Yashiro off back at his building Doumeki is there, wanting to know what is going on. He rudely tells Inami to leave (which I’m dying at btw) and Inami nopes the fuck out of there because he’s not collecting ass beatings. Yashiro is less than pleased. He tells Doumeki that the visit was “just business” and he’s “not a guard dog anymore” and Doumeki is like “well…what about the arrangement” (you know, where you only sleep with me bc you’re a handful and I have to watch that you don’t interfere with our group’s business) and Yashiro answers with “I don’t think I’m going to take you up on that” (because I still want to be in control even though I only respond to you) and Doumeki basically says YOU WILL.

And you know what? Yashiro will because a few times during this chapter we see how Yashiro sees Doumeki. Like when he’s on the cover, all devoted and intense. Despite all his bluster, Yashiro is besotted and it’s only a matter of time until he gives in. His coping mechanism doesn’t work anymore so he can’t keep his feelings bottled up. And if he wants to cope, he needs to use Doumeki.

Can I mention that in certain panels, Doumeki looks like volume one Yashiro? The part of the hair, the self-assured smugness? And Yashiro is more confused, more vulnerable, looking like Doumeki in earlier volumes as well. So we’ve come full circle. And where will we go from here? Hopefully forward. Yoneda Kou is confirmed for the next issue of ihrHertz, so chapter 48 he we come! 

Other things of note:

-In the first pages of the chapter you see Nanahara watching over Yashiro from a distance when Doumeki takes him away from Inami at the end of chapter 45-beginning of chapter 46.  I love that he was lowkey trailing them.

-Which leads to another part of the chapter: SUGIMOTO IS BACK. Our boy is lookin fine and him and Nanahara have a discussion about if Yashiro should be out by himself and/or needs a guard and, for some reason, this time Nanahara isn’t keeping an eye on him. But Doumeki is *fingerguns*

[queen-haq]

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 13

Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 13

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3000 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost...

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9  

Part 10   Part 11   Part 12

gif credit: @bilyrusso

Part 13

It was 8 in the evening and you were still in the office. You hadn’t accomplished much work today, your mind mostly focused on Billy. You were surprised by how quickly he’d been able to make the funeral arrangements for his mother. Yesterday you had driven over to the nursing home and by the time you reached there, Carla Russo’s body had already been picked up. You’d signed a few papers for Billy and picked up the remainder of Carla’s things before you returned home. Everything of hers was packed into a small suitcase and sitting in your living room. You wanted to call him, ask him how he was and offer your support, but he seemed determined to do everything on his own when you’d talked to him last and you didn’t want to intrude.

You gave yourself a mental shake, reminding yourself to concentrate. This workday had been a wash. When you weren’t distracted by thoughts of Billy, you were putting out fires in your team. At least the personnel conflicts have been temporarily resolved, but now you needed to work on a slide deck that you’d been tasked with presenting to the executive leadership committee later in the week.

An hour later you were halfway done with your presentation when your phone rang. You glanced down at your screen to find Billy’s name on the screen. “Hi.”

“Hey.” He sounded exhausted. “You still at work?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

There was a pause. “You give off the workaholic vibe.”

You smiled to yourself; at least he was okay enough to crack jokes. “How are you?”

“You mean am I grieving over a goddamn dead woman who preferred meth to her own fucking son?” He sighed. “No big loss. I’m fine.”

Anger and hurt saturated his voice despite his attempts to sound unaffected. Your heart hurt for him, you wished there was something you could do. “Do you need anything?”

“The funeral service is tomorrow.” A beat of silence followed. “Do you want to come?”

“Sure. What time?”

“2pm.”

“I’ll take the day off. Do you need my help with anything? Maybe I can call some of her friends?”

“When I found her she was living on the streets, barely alive but still hooked on meth. I doubt she’s got any friends.”

“What about the people in the nursing home? Maybe they want to come?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else there. Just you.”

Not liking the warmth that spread through you upon hearing his words, you reminded yourself he was probably feeling unusually vulnerable. This wasn’t typical of him.

“Do you want to come over?” he asked.

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “I would but I have so much work to do. I’ll be here for another hour at least.”

“Come over after you’re done.”

“It’ll be really late.”

“That’s fine. I can wait.”

“I can stop by my place to pick up your mom’s-.”

“No, it’s okay.”

You realized he wasn’t quite ready to go through Carla’s belongings yet.

“Bring your stuff with you.”

“Stuff?”

“Overnight bag, clothes for tomorrow, whatever.”

“Oh. You want me to stay over?”

“Yeah, might as well. We can drive over together for the service tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Despite the conversation coming to a natural end, he wasn’t hanging up. It seemed as if he was reluctant to be alone, probably because that meant dealing with the complicated emotions for his mother. You knew exactly how that felt. “If you want, I can leave now. I can work from your apartment instead of the office.”

“You’re not worried I’ll be tempted to spy on Valiant stuff?” he teased.

You smiled. “As if I’d let you see what I’m working on.”

“Guess no corporate espionage for me tonight.”

“Still going to keep you away from my laptop.”

He chuckled. “Just get here. I promise not to bug you while you work.”

“Okay. I’m leaving now.”

“See you soon.”

After you hung up, you started gathering your things together.

***

An hour later, you were at his place. When he opened the door, you immediately grew concerned at how tired he looked. Traveling back and forth from Vegas plus dealing with the news about Carla’s death within the last few hours meant he was absolutely exhausted.

“Hey,” he greeted you, smiling as he took the overnight bag from your hands.

You removed your heels while he took your bag inside his room and then made your way to his living room. While his penthouse suite was much bigger than yours, you actually didn’t like it very much. Despite the high-end finishes and the beautiful interiors - Billy had obviously hired a designer to make the place look good - it always felt very cool and inhospitable to you. It was too perfect and you always felt out of place inside the suite.

“You hungry?” he asked, coming up behind you. “I ordered dinner for you.” Arms encircling your waist, he dropped a kiss on the back of your head as he maneuvered you to the kitchen. He’d laid out the food for you on the dining table, and from the take-out containers you knew it was from one of your favourite Indian restaurants. The thoughtful gesture surprised you, you weren’t used to that from him. Noting that he’d only set the table for one, you turned around to look at him. “You’re not going to eat with me?”

“I ate already. I was starving. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You cradled his face with one hand, your eyes roving over his beautiful face as he placed a kiss on the fleshy part of your palm. “You look exhausted. Did you even sleep?”

“No” He leaned back against the kitchen counter, weary. For a moment he closed his eyes, simply holding still, and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him in a hug. You didn’t understand why you’d even initiated the embrace – hugs were never your thing – but seeing him so beaten-down you were desperate to comfort him. He leaned into you, his body flushed against yours, and you held him tight. Stroking the nape of his neck, you placed a soft kiss on the center of his forehead. “Why don’t you take a nap while I work?”

“You don’t mind?”

You smiled up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “At least I don’t have to worry about you stealing my company secrets while you sleep.”

He smirked. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“Yup. Probably still working away.”

Billy grazed your temple softly before dropping a tender kiss on the tip of your nose. “Okay, but eat first.”

You nodded your head, watching after him as he sauntered out of the kitchen and disappeared down the hallway.

Sighing, you went to the sink to wash your hands before eating.

***

It was after midnight and you were still working on your slide deck when you heard Billy puttering around in the bathroom. Soon he slowly made his way towards you, dressed in a t-shirt and black boxers, his hair all messy. He yawned lazily, falling onto the other end of the couch.

“I thought you’d sleep through the night,” you remarked.

“Are you still working?” he asked.

“Almost done.” You saved the file and shut off the laptop before slipping it back inside your bag.

Suddenly he pulled you closer and you found yourself tucked underneath him on the couch as he glanced down at you from above. “You work too hard.”

You smiled up at him. “They don’t pay me the big bucks to sit there and look pretty.”

A slow, incandescent smile curved his lips. “I would. If I ran Valiant, you’d be my personal stress relief. You’d be in my office the entire time and do nothing but look pretty and service me.”

“That’s sexual harassment.”

Billy shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever. I’d make it worth your while.”

You laughed, angling up to kiss him. “Your breath is all minty fresh.”

“I brushed my teeth for you.”

“Wow. Be still my heart.”

A warm grin covered his face as he shifted down your body to nuzzle your neck. His weight was heavy as he rested atop you, but you liked the solid feel of him on you, the way you felt all safe and warm. You stroked his hair while he drew lazy circles on your chest, the silence between you two comforting.

“No one knows about her. Not Frank, not Curtis, no one.”

Those names were familiar to you because Billy had mentioned them in passing a few times. Of course he’d never shared any other info, but you being you, you’d dug around and found out more about them. You knew they’d served with Billy and he considered them his closest friends.

“When I found her three years ago, I put her in that home and forgot all about her.”

“You visited her every week,” you reminded him.

“Because I wanted her to regret abandoning me. I wanted her to see how far I’d come, I wanted to throw her mistakes in her face. But I don’t think she regretted safe-havening me, not even a bit.”

The bitter pain in his voice made your heart hurt for him.

“Maybe I should be happy she’s finally dead, or maybe I’m supposed to be sad or something.”

“How do you actually feel?”

“Nothing. I feel nothing.”

“Billy, I think that’s normal. There’s no right or wrong in this. All of your feelings are valid.”

“Even if her dying made me absolutely ecstatic? You wouldn’t think I was a fucking psychopath?”

“You are a psychopath but not because you have conflicting emotions about your terrible mother dying. You have the right to feel how you feel about her, whatever that might be.”

Eyes blazing with emotion, he hovered about you to meet your gaze. “Then what makes me a psychopath?”

You quirked your eyebrow. “The fact you want to torture my dates.”

“Not just torture, I want to kill them.” Eyes darkened, voice velvety-smooth, he covered your mouth with his and ravaged you with a kiss that left you thrumming and breathless.

“Only you’re allowed to touch me?” you asked through labored breaths.

“Yes.” His voice was a lustful rasp, his mouth leaving a heated trail as he sucked on the oh-so-sensitive corner of where your neck and shoulder intersected. Sparks of electricity ran down your spine. “Only me.”

You took his hand and guided it down your body, parting your thighs for him.

Like always, you were soon completely lost in the erotic pleasure of his mouth on you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders, your hands grabbed the back of the couch for support as he fucked you with his hands and mouth, sucking you, licking you, his tongue flicking over your clit until you were keening under him. Body arching off the couch, you moaned his name louder and louder until he drove you completely over the edge.

Then you felt a light slap on your cunt which immediately brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you found Billy perched between your legs, gracing you with the most wicked smile. “That’s one.” He slapped your pussy again, this time his long, lean fingers ever so slightly grazing your clit and your hips bucked, wanting more. “As promised.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Punishment.”

“Not fair,” you protested. “I’ll date who I want.”

He slapped you again, a little harder this time, but then he leaned down to place comforting kisses on the very spots he assaulted and you moaned with pleasure.

“All of you.” His tongue lapped over your clit, eyes locked with yours. “Belongs to me. I own you.”

“You don’t!” You squealed when he flipped you over unexpectedly, grabbing you by the hips so your ass was lifted of the couch. And then he squeezed your butt cheeks, biting them lightly before he started rimming you.

***

After sharing a shower the two of you were laying in his bed, your back pressed against his chest as you both stared up at the ceiling. His one hand was intertwined with yours, the other arm circled around your hips. The two of you didn’t have sex but you didn’t mind. You were both fatigued.

“I smell like you now,” you murmured, realizing the soap in his shower had left its scent on you.

“I know. I like it.” He squeezed your fingers. “I have a present for you.”

“I hope it’s not earrings again.”

He chuckled. “No, not earrings.”

“What is it then?”

“Jewelry.”

You turned back to look at him. “What? Like a necklace?”

“Something like that. Except I’m the only one who’ll see you wearing it.”

“Ah. And where is this gift?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Not here yet.”

You smiled to yourself. “People usually wait until they have the gift in hand before telling others about it.”

“I couldn’t wait. I’m excited to see you wear it.”

He stroked your hair, and your eyes grew heavy. Soon you started falling into deep slumber, feeling calm, comforted by Billy’s arms around you.

“What happened with your family?”

Your eyes flew open. Like always, any mention of your family unfurled anxiety within you. You didn’t like thinking about them letting alone discussing them. “They passed away.”

“They’re dead?”

“Yes.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes.”

He pulled you up so you were facing him now, his intoxicating gaze completely focused on you. “That day when I asked you about the pictures, you said you weren’t close to your family.”

“I meant my extended family. I don’t keep in touch with them,” you replied smoothly.

“What were your parents like?”

Irritation surged through you at his obtrusive questions but you had to remind yourself he just lost his mother. He was feeling out-of-sorts, working through his grief – even if he didn’t think so – and he was reaching out to the only person in his life that knew about his mother. “Normal.”

He simply stared at you for a long time, studying you, saying nothing. “Normal,” he repeated, finally breaking the strained silence.

You shrugged your shoulders, dropping your gaze to the base of his throat so you didn’t have to hold his piercing stare. “Yup.”

“How did they die?”

“Car accident.”

“You miss them?”

“Of course,” you lied.

He reached out to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “So you grew up with great parents, white picket fence and all that bullshit? Sounds like you had a fairytale childhood.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m really tired.”

“Sure. I’ll add this to the list of all the other shit we’ll talk about someday.”

He sounded almost angry with you and you weren’t sure why. Before you could question him, however, he pulled you close so you were snuggled against his chest and the warmth of his body was enough to silence your brain and lull you to sleep.

***

It was a cold, crisp autumn day in New York. The outdoor service, attended by only you and Billy, was short and quick. Throughout it, he’d gripped your hand even though he’d been outwardly calm and collected. Even now as he stood a few feet away from you, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his dark eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator sunglasses as he stared out at the pond, you sensed he was a complete mess inside. You didn’t know what to say to him so you simply sat on the bench, both of you in an isolated corner of the garden. Eventually he came to sit beside you, taking your hand in his.

“I’d have given her the whole world.” His voice was filled with pain and longing as he removed his sunglasses and tucked them in the upper pocket of his suit. “I would have given her anything she ever wanted.” Billy’s eyes met yours. “If she’d just wanted me.”

You scooted closer to wrap your arms around him, breathing him in as he sunk into you. His hands caressed your back, his grip on you so tight you almost couldn’t breathe. After a while he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes holding you prisoner in front of him.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave.”

“Billy-”

“Promise me!”

“I can’t.”

“It wasn’t a fucking request, Y/N.”

You tried to pull away from him but he fisted the back of your hair, holding you in place.

The raw urgency in his voice played havoc with your emotions. If you closed your eyes, just for a moment, you could shut out all the doubts in your head and simply believe him - but you could only live the fantasy for a short moment before reality forced its way back in. “You don’t mean those words, Billy.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you don’t feel that strongly about me.”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you with hostility. “You’re gonna tell me how I feel?”

“I’m not what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?”

You gave him a sad smile. “The best of everything. Best car, best clothes, the most beautiful women in your arms. You want all that because you need others to want what you have.”

“Is that so wrong?”

You shook your head. “No, there’s nothing wrong with that – except I don’t fit into any of those categories. You want a woman like Dinah Madani. I’m not her. So eventually this thing between us will end.”

His jaw was set in a grim line, eyes burning bright with rage. “So you have me all figured out, huh?”

“Don’t get mad. You know it’s the truth.”

He yanked you closer, crushing you against him. “It’s been me against the world for as long as I can remember. But when I look at you.” His eyes softened, mouth parting as his dark gaze roamed over your face. “I don’t feel alone anymore.”

Your heart melted. The tenuous handle you had on your self-control disintegrated completely. You closed your mouth over his, kissing him frantically as he picked you up and straddled you across his lap.

He pulled back to look at you. “You’re my home. You’re all I need.”

Part 14

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