#the only beach I’d willingly go to

[moonahyeon]

I just shifted this morning 😭 FOR THE FIRST TIME !! I’m so excited that I finally did it but why am I kinda disappointed it was so normal.. I feel like I’m not as happy as I thought I’d be, shifting for the first time. I had all these expectations, yknow? plus rn I’m not doing the best physically bc of how nauseous I feel from traveling irl (like in my CR) to another continent so that might be affecting my mood.

how? 🌸

I finally took a break from trying to shift to my kpop dr so I could organize a new script for it in notion. So I decided I would try to shift to my waiting room for the mean time. I saw @pinkerinos story on how they shifted after I woke up at like 10am in the morning and it motivated me sm I wanted to follow what they did. thank you to them 🙏🙏 I was really tired when I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep but felt musty so I washed up and tidied my room. Until I went back to bed, I said affirmations (some in my head, most out loud). I didn’t use a method but I was saying things like “shifting to my waiting room is “easy-peasy lemon squeeze-y”. yeah it’s kinda cringe 😭 but I was trying to make it catchy so I would remember it.

I didn’t have to do a 500 hour meditation, or even specify if it was an awake or asleep method. Looking back I think I shifted out of pure delusional confidence. I didn’t shift to my waiting room or any dr I had scripted for. I think my intentions got mixed up because I shifted to a reality where I had my kpop dr face/body. But I wasn’t an idol. I lived in a coastal town in sk and spoke and thought in korean when I’m not fluent in this reality. I hadn’t realized I shifted until I was in the elevator of my apartment complex heading downstairs to work (I lived on the second floor but their were shops/plaza on the first floor). When I realized I shifted to some random reality I didn’t care it wasn’t my DR and stayed for the sake of having shifted. My initial reaction was to hit myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming but in general I felt normal? — is that common for anyone else❔

I think the fact I’m somewhere where it’s summer/the beach affected the place I shifted to.

has this happened to anyone? I shifted back to a dream bc in my OR I was still sleeping. After spending 5-7ish hours in that reality I shifted back willingly bc it was jus a regular life, labor, and I had to deal with annoying ass customers. 😭😭 when I came back I woke up in a dream?? I don’t lucid dream so my memory is distorted from that point on. I woke up irl soon after and started to doubt myself .. was it all a dream?? But there were too many reasons it wasn’t “just a dream”.

reasons why it wasn’t a dream:

I have a dream journal and every dream I’ve had has been sporadic and irregular with time. In the reality I shifted to time was “linear” and I remembered the past, experienced the present, and worried about the future.

When I have a dream I’m never “present”/aware I only remember what I experience after I wake up. But in that reality I felt everything happen in the present like it would in my OR.

Also I had such complex memories/thoughts I couldn’t even think of as a 14yr old in my OR.

srry if this storytime was too long and or boring 😭 I’m not a blogger or someone who posts. I’m more of an observer but I wanted to share my story!

Also tysm to the shiftblr and loa girlies I couldn’t have shifted without them!! 💗💗 they gave me such a different perspective on shifting compared to shifttok.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Five

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Curse words (idk about you, but I swear like a sailer - so I apologize in advance bc it’ll be a recurring item)

Notes: The last half of this chapter was one of the first scenes I wrote when I played around with writing this series, these random snippets inspired this whole thing. I’m so glad everyone is enjoying my work!

Word Count: 1930

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• March 4th, 2005 • Forks HS Cafeteria •

Reader

It’s raining outside again for the umpteenth time this week, forcing myself and my preferred Cullen sibling to sit apart at our respective tables inside as our usual table outside collects rain. I glance at the table the Cullen’s claimed and spot Jasper already watching me so I wave shyly. He returns it with a grin only to receive a shove from Emmett as he no doubt teases Jasper for the action.

“Hey - La Push baby, you and Y/n in?” Eric asks Bella as she drops her bag into the chair next to mine.

“Should I know what that means?” She questions back before I could voice the same inquiry.

“La Push Beach down at the Quileute Rez, we’re all going tomorrow.” Mike explains.

“Yeah, there’s a big swell coming in.” Jessica adds.

Eric pops up from his seat, splaying his hands out like he’s already riding a wave “And I don’t just surf the internet!”

“Eric, you stood up once and it was a foam board.” Jess teases him as Mike mirrors his goofy stance, earning a smack from Tyler at the goofy display.

“But there’s whale-watching too, come with us.” Angela prods us gently with her kind eyes.

“La Push baby, it’s La Push.” Eric tries to make the words sound cooler than they are and I can help but hide a chuckle behind my hands.

“Okay,” glancing at me before I give her a nod, “we’ll go if you stop saying that, okay?” Bella concedes before leaving our table to grab a school lunch, I catch Edward standing from his seat to follow her.

“Seriously dude, it’s creepy man.” Mike teases Eric. Their conversation fades into the background as I lean back and open my book while I munch on my carrots.

• March 5th, 2005 • La Push Beach, Quileute Reservation •

Reader

“I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.” Eric says worriedly as he, Mike, and Jessica finish pulling on their wetsuits.

“We drove all the way out here, I’m at least paddling out.” Jess tells the boys. She’s stronger than I am, because there isn’t any chance I’d subject myself to the freezing water willingly.

“So,” Angela starts, “I keep thinking that Eric’s going to ask me to the prom. And he just… doesn’t.”

“You should ask him, take control. You’re a strong, independent woman.” Bella affirms our friend.

“I am?” Angela responds, unsure.

“Yes.” Blunt and to the point, Bella nods at her.

“Absolutely Ang, he’s just a boy and he would be stupid to turn you down.” I add, confident Eric would be over the moon to go to prom with someone as smart and amazing as her.

“Hey, will you do me up?” Jessica asks me, spinning around in front of me where I lean against the open passenger door next to Angela’s perch on the seat.

“Of course.” I oblige her as she moves her hair to the side.

“Bella!�� Turning towards the voice, three tall guys from the reservation walk towards our van.

“Hi, Jacob.” Bella greets the one leading the small group, “Guys, this is Jacob.” She tells us and he gives the rest of us a nod and a wave before sitting next to Bella in the open side door. “What are you, like, stalking me?” I hear Bella tease Jacob.

“You're on my rez, remember?” Jacob chuckles, “Are you surfing?”

“Definitely not.” It’s my turn to chuckle as I catch the scoff and completely serious look on her face.

“You guys should keep them company.” Jess encourages the new group of guys, “Um, Bella’s date bailed.”

“What date?!” Eric panics and pauses like a deer in headlights.

“She invited Edward.” Jessica answers, but Bella jumps to defend her crush.

“To be polite, that's it.”

“I was going to invite Jasper, but since Edward didn’t want to come…” I trail off awkwardly.

“I think it's nice they invited them, nobody ever does.” Trying to come to our rescue, Angela adds.

“Yeah, 'cause the Cullen's are freaks.” Mike’s jealousy showing clear.

“You got that right!” The slightly taller Quileute guy to my right agrees and I’m immediately annoyed.

“You guys know them?” Bella ignores their comments and tries to latch on to any spec of information she can. I also turn to the guys, curious about anything I might learn of the Cullen family.

“The Cullens don't come here.” The other one says ominously, silencing the group.

What an odd thing to say… I mean, is the family not allowed? Did something happen? I have so many questions, but I also know it’ll be incredibly awkward to press them for answers after only just meeting.

After munching on a Twizzler, Jacob stands and turns to my friend. “Wanna go walk the beach while your friends jump in the water?”

“Sure.” Bella rises and pauses in front of Angela and I, “you guys good?”

“Absolutely - yeah!” We nod and smile, both of us content to watch the surf and huddle under our blankets as everyone sets off for the shore.

Jumping in Bella’s truck once everyone’s had their fill of the freezing waves, I lean over and crank the heat dial while she starts the ancient vehicle.

Rubbing my thighs to warm my hands and legs, I ask, “So was that weird, or just me? The comments about the Cullen’s not coming to the Rez?”

“Definitely not just you, I asked Jake on our walk what they meant.” Coaxing the truck onto the road towards Forks, she continues. “He started talking about Quileute legends and old tales.”

“What does that have to do with the Cullen’s?” I press.

“He said they’re supposedly descendants from an enemy clan and they were found hunting on their land.” She glances at me before continuing, “So they made some kind of treaty I guess, to stay off their land and they wouldn’t expose them.”

“Expose them for what?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t say.” She huffs, annoyed. “Do you-do you want to come over for a little bit? I was thinking about doing some research on this stuff.”

“Oh hell yes, count me in!” I turn to look out the window with a grin, I might be closer to actually getting answers now than if I were to solve this on my own.

The rest of the evening was spent huddled around Bella’s computer. We searched Quileute legends on google and ended up coming across tales of ‘Cold Ones’ intertwined in the tribe’s history. An odd sensation came over me when it described their qualities, almost like a foreboding feeling - but I shrugged it off. After a few more clicks, we found a book that could help dive more in-depth on the legends.

“There!” I point at the screen, seeing the availability of it at a store close to our location.

“One is in stock at Thunderbird & Whale Book Store in Port Angeles.” Bella reads as she pulls up a map, scribbling the address on a sticky note. “Wanna come with me after school Tuesday?” She turns to ask as I munch on some chips, taking a seat at the end of her bed.

“There’s no point in asking anymore, we’re in this together. I’m just as invested in finding out more about Jasper as you are about Edward.”

“Fair.” She cracks a sideways grin as she flops on her bed next to me.

• March 7th, 2005 • Forks HS •

Reader

Rushing through the clouded hallway before first period to avoid Tyler Crowley and his gaggle of friends, I spot Jasper loitering with his sister Rose near the end of the corridor. I practically ran in his direction-pushing him by the chest into a secluded alcove by the stairs, an apologetic wince of a smile thrown in Rosalie’s direction that was immediately met with understanding as her eyes located the entourage hot on my heels.

“Sorry,” I whisper to his shocked form, “if they find me, you give a very distinct ‘fuck off’ vibe they can’t ignore.”

His eyes were wide as he looked down at me - I think I rendered him speechless with my forward actions, commandeering his body for personal use against other boys. Come to think about it, what was I thinking? This is Jasper Hale, why would he-

“Glad to be of service. Even though this might be a little bit of a strange request.” He whispered right back, the space small enough that he didn’t need to talk too loud over the din of the hallway and with how close we were standing - there wasn’t much space between us.

God, what the fuck am I doing?

Without even thinking, I lean my head forward to settle on the center of his chest, closing my eyes in embarrassment, arms clutching my notebooks to my chest. Before I could think about what I just initiated, one of his large hands came to settle on my back, immediately soothing the worries that began to swim that I was being too forward.

“Are you alright?” He murmured into my hair.

“That’s a loaded question.” I mumbled into his shirt, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. How could he read me so well?

The longer we stood here, the more I began to realize his chest wasn’t moving. Is he holding his breath? Oh shit, do I-

“Oh, uhh, my bad! I-I’ll see you around Y/n.” I heard Tyler stutter, I turned my head to see him glancing between Jasper and I. Perfection, my plan a success as the gaggle of boys turned tail and hurried away.

I glance upwards to Jasper’s stoic face, “Thank you for your flawless execution.” Complimenting his quick compliance in my hasty plan before running off to my next class of the day.

“Anytime, doll.” He replied with that southern accent and signature half-smirk.

Damn him for being so attractive and for using that nickname.

Jasper

I remained standing here a few more moments, not entirely sure what just transpired between Y/n and I. Her scent lingering in this alcove she accosted me into, lavender and fresh linen invaded my senses as those all-too-familiar flames of devastating hunger take up residence in my throat again.

I know I’ll hear it about this little stunt the moment I’m home this afternoon, Rosalie no doubt currently informing Emmett and Alice of what transpired.

I exhaled a sigh and let my head thump against the wall behind me, eyes slipping closed. I swear I can still feel her forehead pressed against my chest. I forced myself to stop breathing then in the moment, the desire for unsavory things it caused to swirl in my chest needed to be suffocated. I could feel the tension emanating from her then and I had to stamp that out if I ever hoped she’d continue to be comfortable with me, my own bloodthirsty desire be damned. I could still feel the warmth from where her body touched mine.

This gorgeous human girl has me wrapped around her tiny little finger and I’m not even sure she’d give me the time of day.

Once I manage to peel myself away from the wall, Alice rushes up to me with worry saturating her emotions.

“I’ve been looking for you! We need to leave, the sun will be out by lunch.” She tells me in a rush.

What I wouldn’t give to not have a life dictated by the weather. With a sigh, I follow my sister to the student parking lot.

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[din-jarhead]

Daylight

Cross My Heart Chapter Two

Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Rating: E 18+ (minors skedaddle)

Warnings/tags: fluff, brief mention of anxiety and therapy, lots of smut, sundress (iykyk), oral (m and f rec), unprotected piv, lil bit of dry humping, riding, cockwarming, the tiniest dash of dom!Javi, cuddling, Javi being a Taylor Swift stan because I said so

Word Count: 2.8k (most of that is porn ngl)

Summary: It’s the day after you and Javi crossed the line. What now?

A/N: It’s here! It only took me 13 months…

I hope y’all enjoy this next part of the series! I’m pretty proud of it! I am trying to decide on a consistent nickname for reader but a lot of the nicknames I think of have already been used in several other great fics and I don’t want to copy anyone/overuse one. I’ve tried out a couple options in this chapter, but feedback and/or ideas about this would be super appreciated!

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Sunlight streams through the window, slowly warming you and pulling you from sleep. For a brief moment, you’re not sure where you are. This isn’t your bed— 

Oh. Right. It’s not your bed, it’s Javi’s bed. That wasn’t a dream, you really did sleep with Javi last night.

As your mind reaches full consciousness you register the weight of him behind you, breathing softly. You turn, seeing his peaceful face upon which his soft curls rest, slightly ruffled from sleep but still gorgeous. 

You want to let him sleep, but you can’t stop your hand from reaching out to card through his hair, unable to resist now that you have the freedom to do so. You’d wondered for so long if his hair was really as soft as it looked. It isn’t, it’s softer.

He stirs, slowly opening his eyes and softly smiling as he realizes what had disturbed his rest. 

“You’re still here” he whispers, looking happier than you’ve ever seen him.

“Of course, you didn’t think I’d leave, did you?” You move your hand from his hair down his arm, taking his hand in yours and pressing it to your lips. 

“No, no I just— I worried I had dreamt the whole thing.” He squeezes your hand as if to check again that you’re real. 

“Me too, for a minute. But here we are” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. 

Neither of you have any inclination to get up right away, content to sit in this moment as long as possible. You continue to kiss, not in a hurried way or with any desire to go in a particular direction, just enjoying your opportunity to explore each other. 

As Javi moves closer, however, you feel him hard against your stomach, sending a spike of arousal straight to your core. You know it’s a natural physical response, but why not take care of him since you have the opportunity? 

You pull Jevi gently by the shoulders and begin to roll fully onto your back, encouraging him to get on top of you. He goes willingly, taking up the space you make for him between your legs. 

It’s quiet, save for Javi whispering “you’re sure?” before you enthusiastically tell him yes and he slowly slides into you.

He presses deep, taking his time. You move together like waves on the beach, knowing you’ll both find your release and just enjoying the moment. 

You cum with the help of Javi’s fingers circling your clit just as he stills inside you, filling you up. 

Javi extricates himself from you to retrieve a washcloth, returning wearing a t-shirt and boxers. He gently cleans you before taking your hand to help you out of bed and handing you one of his shirts to wear. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 

Javi treats you to an unnecessarily extravagant breakfast, and while you eat your eggs, bacon, waffles, and French toast, you make a plan for the day, namely moving your belongings from the guest house into the main house.

Normally moving in with someone so soon would feel completely crazy, but you’d been practically living there anyway and though the romantic aspect was new, your relationship was not. 

You decide it would be best to still keep some of your things in the guest house just so you’d always have your own space, knowing there are times when both of you really need some quiet time to yourselves. 

Despite your comically large breakfast that morning, you and Javi work up an appetite from all of the lifting and walking back and forth between the guest and main house while moving your stuff.

Given that it’s a beautiful spring day, Javi suggests that the two of you have a little picnic, knowing how much you love to visit the nearby botanical gardens. 

You excitedly agree, informing him that you’re going to shower and change into something a little more date-worthy.

Making your way to the bathroom, you turn back to Javi with a mischievous smile. 

“You’re welcome to join me” you wink and continue to walk away, a little more swing in your hips than usual. 

Javi can’t form words to respond quickly enough, practically running across the room to catch up with you. 

You help each other undress as you wait for the water to warm, unable to keep your hands or lips to yourselves. Your kisses heat up as quickly as the shower does, and as soon as you step inside you’re sinking to your knees. 

“What are you doing, cariño?” Javi asks knowingly, hardening quickly as he realizes what is about to happen. 

“Just wanna thank you for breakfast, baby” you respond, stroking his now very hard cock and placing feather-light kisses along his length and kitten licks to his tip.

Javi groans as you take him as far into your mouth as you can, hand stroking what you cannot. 

“So good, bebita. Don’t stop” Javi moans as you continue to take him deeper.

You hum around him, pleased he’s enjoying himself so much. 

Soon you’re taking all of him in, breathing through your nose so you don’t choke on the thickness of him. 

Javi’s hand flies to your hair, breaths ragged. 

“Mierda— I’m close, can I—”

You respond by grabbing his thighs and pulling him even closer, telling him exactly where you want him to cum. 

You bob your head a few more times before Javi’s hips are stuttering and you swallow down his release. 

As you pull off of him, he looks down at you with amazement. 

“You are incredible. Let me take care of you now.” 

You certainly don’t argue as he helps you stand and leads you toward the marble bench, which of course his ridiculously large fancy shower includes, and as you sit he takes his turn on his knees. 

His strong arms pull you forward and his broad shoulders spread you wide for him, as he slowly kisses up your inner thigh toward where you’re aching for him. 

He licks at you like a popsicle on a 100 degree day, with an excitement that makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are. That’s not to say you’re not really enjoying it, the movement of his tongue is dragging you to the edge ridiculously fast. 

You’re already so close as Javi adds two fingers, curling them perfectly as his tongue expertly circles your clit. 

“Javi oh god— right there pleasepleaseplease”

Your hand grabs his hair as your orgasm slams into you, maybe a little too roughly but Javi doesn’t seem to mind, in fact the noise he makes indicates he might really like it.  

He works you through it, free hand gently stroking one of your shaking thighs, until you come back to yourself. 

You pull him up quickly for a kiss, tongues tangling as you taste yourself on him. 

You rest your foreheads together as you both catch your breath. 

Both realizing you still have to actually shower, Javi helps you stand, though your legs are practically jelly. 

“Not sure if I’m totally stable,” you tell Javi, huffing out a laugh.

He smiles and tightens his grip on your arms, holding you upright. 

“Don’t worry, bebita, I’ve got you.” 

Once done with the actual cleaning part of your shower, you and Javi find some comfortable outfits for your picnic. Javi throws on a linen shirt and some blue pants, while you opt for your favorite sundress. Not only is it light and perfect for today’s weather, you also know you look great in it and expect Javi will really enjoy it. 

When Javi sees you, he checks you out rather obviously, but says nothing indicating he’s thinking about anything particularly salacious, simply stating “you look lovely, querida.” 

While the gardens are not particularly busy with it being a weekday, there are still people around and you’re mindful of Javi’s recent anxiety around strangers. 

You squeeze his hand as you find a picnic spot in a more secluded area, asking him how he’s doing. 

“I am just fine, but thank you for asking. It is much easier when I’m with you.” He smiles as he helps you lay out the blanket and set up your food and drinks. 

“I’m glad I can help,” you respond, “but I do think it might be a good idea for you to find someone to talk to about this. It’s good to work through it.” 

Javi’s smile falters briefly, his lingering fear of being seen as weak or unstable making him worry for a moment that you don’t think he can take care of himself. But he quickly reminds himself that you care so much about his well-being, and you’ve told him in the past how helpful therapy was for you. 

“Okay I will start looking for someone, as long as you help me. I have no idea where to start,” he replies.

“Of course.” 

Your conversation moves on to many other topics as you eat, conversation flowing easily as it always has between you. Even if you don’t have something to talk about for a moment, you enjoy just sitting with each other. 

As you look around the gardens during a pause in your conversation, you notice some butterflies enjoying the flowers. You tell Javi to look, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you. 

“Javi, why aren’t you looking? They’re so pretty” you ask, glancing back at him to see the way he’s admiring you with so much adoration. 

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you” he responds, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. 

You roll your eyes playfully at the cheesy line but let him guide you forward, but pull back slightly when you realize why that phrase was familiar. 

“Are you quoting Taylor Swift?” 

Javi smiles and shrugs his shoulders. 

“She has a way with words.”

You can’t argue with that, so you let him close the small distance between you, slotting your lips against his. 

You pack up your things and leave the gardens as the sun begins to set, not having realized how long you had spent there already. You had been enjoying each other's company so much, it felt like no time at all. 

You walk in the door still smiling like a fool, because Javi is so perfect, and you can’t  believe this was only your first day as a couple and your first actual date. 

Which is why you’re surprised when Javi closes the front door and abruptly pushes you up against it, grabbing your hips tightly and kissing you with a fierceness you hadn’t expected from him. 

You definitely don’t mind though, not when he’s kissing and nipping your neck, moving his hands up to rub his hands over your covered breasts. 

“Javi—” you gasp, “what’s gotten into you?” You grab his hair, gently tugging him upward so he’ll look at you and explain his sudden change in mood. 

“I just— mierda this dress is driving me crazy. Wanted to be— be respectful and have a nice date but the second I saw you in this I knew I had to have you as soon as I could” 

You smirk, knowing your little plan had paid off.

“Wore it all for you, baby, knew you’d love it” you confessed, already working the buttons of his shirt open so you could get your hands on his chest. 

You yelp when Javi runs his hands up the back of your thighs to your ass and hauls you up, carrying you to your room. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking about how in just 24 hours it had gone from Javi’s room to your shared one. 

Javi sits on the edge of the bed, allowing you to settle in his lap and feel just how much he needs you. 

He groans as you grind yourself on him, feeling the warmth of you already through the layers of clothes. 

He palms your ass, pulling you down on him even more, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that’s been building all evening.

You gasp as Javi sucks a mark into your neck, enjoying this rougher side of him. 

You slide your hands down his chest to unbutton his pants, pulling out his aching cock and slowly stroking it. 

Javi practically growls as you touch him, suddenly pulling away and pushing you to stand as he does the same. 

You’re confused for a moment before Javi starts pulling your dress off, and you follow his lead and help him remove his shirt the rest of the way before he steps out of his pants and boxers. 

Once you’re both bare, Javi moves back to the bed, mumbling “c’mere” as he pulls you with him, this time laying down and pulling you on top of him. 

He leans up slightly to take a nipple into his mouth, making you whine and grab his hair as he licks and sucks. You’re completely dripping now, completely desperate to have him inside you. 

“Javi, please, need you to fuck me” you whisper, grinding yourself on him for emphasis. 

“Okay, bebita, it’s okay I will, I will” Javi responds, kissing you hard as he lays back down and lines himself up. 

You sink down on him, burying your face in his neck as you stretch around him. 

“Won’t last long,” Javi manages, planting his feet and fucking up into you harshly, hitting just the right spot to have you speeding to your own orgasm as well. 

Despite being so worked up, you collect your thoughts enough to tease him just a little.

“Dress really got you going, huh? Guess I need to wear that more often” you say lowly, earning a loud groan from Javi. 

“Yes— fuck— please, wear it every day. Don’t even bother with panties, I will want to take you every chance I get,” Javi mutters as his hips stutter, indicating how close he was. 

“I’m all yours, baby, use me whenever you want.” 

As you say that, the combination of his cock hitting you so deeply and the friction on your clit rubbing against his pelvis, you fall over the edge. You wrap your arms tightly around him, pushing your face impossibly further into the space between his neck and shoulder as you pulse and shake around him.

“You are squeezing me so tight bebita— fuck—” that feeling combined with your words pulls him over the edge with you, stilling inside you as deep as he can get and filling you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

You both feel completely boneless as you recover, sleep quickly catching up to you. 

You realize Javi might not be entirely comfortable with you on top of him, so you ask “wan’ me to move?”

In response he tightens his hold on you, shaking his head. 

“No, need you to stay right here. Want to stay inside.” 

Some time later, you wake, shivering slightly when you realize the room is a lot colder when you’re not exerting so much physical energy, and neither of you wanted to move enough to get under the covers before. 

“Javi?”

“Hm?” 

“M’cold”

“Sorry, chiquita. It would probably be a good idea to get cleaned up—”

You raise yourself up on your elbows and pout at him then, having no desire to move out of your current position and lose the feeling of him inside you. But he looks up at you with those damn big brown eyes and you cave, also knowing logically that it’s best for your health to clean up and go to the bathroom before you actually go to sleep for the night. 

Slowly, you peel yourself away from him, both of you groaning a little as he slips out of you. 

Javi grabs a warm washcloth as you lay on your back gathering the energy to stand up, and once he carefully cleans between your thighs, you drag yourself to the bathroom to pee. 

When you return, Javi is already in bed laying on his side, having created space for you under the covers. 

You slide in, your back to his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. 

“Warmer now?” Javi asks.

“Mhm, much better,” you reply, snuggling further into his hold and feeling sleep pulling you under once again.

“Goodnight, Javi,” you whisper.

“Goodnight, bebita” he replies, softly kissing your cheek, quickly falling into the second best night of sleep he’s had in months. 

Taglist: @littlemisspascal @mswarriorbabe80 @thevoiceinyourheadx @pedrostories @your-voice-is-mellifluous

I'm considering following what others have done and making a writing blog instead of keeping the taglist, but still tagging for now.

[hazardworld]

It’s season finale time!!! This is a doozy, guys. 

Content warnings: The same Jason dickery covered in Part 5, plus what Andy does to Erica in S4 is more than just mentioned. 

Stick around as I figure out where to go from here!

WB: 1.2.3

Season 1: P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7.P8

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Darkness.

Darkness consumed him.

Thick oozing liquid through his scales.

A voice in the distance, calling his name.

Commanding him.

Shock went through him as he split in two…

and two…

and two…

For once, he’d follow willingly.

After all, they had a common goal.

———

“I am so confused!” Max groaned, draping herself over a chair. “This is going completely nowhere!”

“I hate to say it, but Max has a point,” Eddie commented, “we’ve been consistently circling back to the same points over and over again. What is it gonna take to try and make this a path instead?"

"I hate to say it, but Steve needs to leave the kitchen," Erica sighed. "As much as I desperately want whatever he’s making right now, I also want to know what this damn book means," She gestured to Jason’s red magic book at the center of the table.

Nancy sighed, looking towards the kitchen as her face settled on her fist.

"STEVE," Dustin yelled, clearly exasperated, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN THERE,"

"Practicing Erica’s birthday cake!" Steve responded, "She’s here, and I didn’t think I was all that important since you guys were figuring stuff out on your own, so I thought I’d just check things off my list!"

"Steve, you are literally the most important person here!" Nancy called, shaking her head. "How much time do you have left on that timer?"

“…like 10 minutes? I just changed the rack,”

“Get out here, you idiot!” Erica chided, “My birthday is in like 11 days! It’s not even Bastille Day yet!”

“Oh my god Erica, enough about your fucking birthday,” Dustin groaned as he complained. Erica had been mentioning her birthday ever since school ended, and it had been pissing him off ever since.

“Dustin, we both know you’re exactly the same come November,” Will smiled, raising an eyebrow, and Dustin flipped him off.

Will wasn’t…entirely wrong.

He got excited, okay??

“Yeah Dustin, maybe I won’t invite you to my summer Barbie beach extravaganza,”

“Wait, Dustin, you actually like Barbies?” Max grinned, eyes passioned like wildfire. Immediately, Dustin felt his ears flatten and his cheeks grow bright red in embarrassment.

“It’s not lame…” Dustin muttered, frustrated, though the words only fell to Erica and Max’s ears.

Dustin thought Barbies were cool, okay? When he was little he got a lot of his parents’ old toys, which included his Ma’s old Barbies. Usually, he’d make up they were his older teenage sisters, and dress them up in late 70s fashions as if they were the 'coolest popular kids at school' and were super intimidating and made him popular by proxy. Now he had Steve for that, but he still liked keeping some of them around as experiment models, or to talk through science stuff to, or in the rare times he sewed, to prototype what he was thinking.

"I never said that," Max smiled, "I just didn’t expect it, is all. Barbies are a girl’s toy,"

"Gender is a social construct, kid," Argyle grinned, "Take me for example. I look like a guy, cause this is just how I naturally exist. Just because I look like a guy doesn’t mean I couldn’t be a girl," Argyle shifted to resemble the form of a girl, "Or even something in between," Argyle shifted in between the two, then back to his natural form.

"Here here!" Eddie cheered loudly, before awkwardly quieting when he realized it wasn’t the time.

"What are we cheering about?" Steve sauntered into the dining room, wiping his hands on a washcloth, grinning. He was wearing his baking apron, and to Dustins glee, had kept his half form the entire time. Steve had said he wouldn’t show it in public quite yet as to not jeopardize the party, but it was reliving to see him taking care of himself regardless.

"Nothing, don’t worry about it," Eddie waved it off, and the table made eye contact agreeing to just move on.

"Steve, we need you to open this book Max found," Nancy pushed the red book towards him as Steve took his seat.

"Max, is this…?" Steve looked at her in bewilderment, but she nodded.

"I think it’s Jason’s, I found it in his bedroom—OH! Eddie, I have something for you after," Eddie grinned and nodded as Steve looked over the book.

"Guys, I can’t open this," Steve pursed his lips. "If Jason was descended from Melusine I could use his direct ancestor’s magic since my lineage connects higher, but he’s from the youngest sibling. I’d need the Great Father or Great Mother’s magic to unlock it, and both of those are under lock and key in Atlantie,"

Well fuck.

Wait…

Dustin leaned over to his stack of books as the table discussed further options above him. There was that one book Will found that was extremely useful, and didn’t it go further into the idea of siren sibling magic?

Eventually, Dustin found the purple leather-bound book in the stack, and flipped around until he found the page he was looking for.

'A Siren’s magic could be placed in 4 separate Houses:  

The House of Theliore is the magic of water. Calm, cool, and mature, this magic is in the heart of Atlantie. It can be found in the hearts of most underwater sirens, though every siren, no matter their House, is always connected to it. Sirens in the House of Theliore are typically creative, bubbly, and more emotional than other sirens.

The House of Melusine is the magic of air. Witty, spirited, and impulsive, this magic represents the thinkers of Atlantie. Typically found on land, Sirens in the House of Melusine are typically more thoughtful than other sirens, though they can also be somewhat too-faced to those they don’t care about.

The House of Cerina is the magic of earth. Controlled, stable, and strong, this magic represents the doers of Atlantie. These sirens can be found anywhere, though most still reside underwater. Most sirens in the House of Cerina are grounded and less objective, though this can lead them to being seen as less unkind as other sirens.

The House of Gerane is the magic of fire. Active, vivacious, and energized, this magic represents the spirit of Atlantie. Sirens in the House of Gerane are typically driven more by their heart, leading them to sometimes make brash decisions. They’re rarely found underwater, and are the rarest type of siren due to the clash between their House and their nature.’

"So, this isn’t just a magic submission potion," Unfortunately for Dustin, he’d been reading so long the table had moved on, and Eddie was now analyzing some sort of small potion bottle, "This is a general submission potion."

Instantly, Max’s eyes went wide.

"He said 'no one wanted to get fucked at parties anymore,' in reference to it." She whispered, horrified.

"Eddie, how strong is it," Nancy asked, blue eyes starting to glow just slightly in her anger; the little tell-tale of Valkyrie in her veins.

"I don’t know, Nancy, gimme a second!"

Dustin looked to Steve, who was following the conversation with a frown and a furrowed brow. He gave him a little tap on the thigh, and the older teen looked to him.

In all honesty, Dustin wasn’t the best at following nuance. Upside Down coding was one thing since he knew what all the codes meant, but something like this, where everyone at the table was talking around the blunt truth? Absolute shit.

Luckily, where Dustin lacked in people skills, Steve usually could fill in.

"Dust," Steve leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Jason was using the potion to make people submissive and weak at parties, like a roofie, and then—"

"OH"

Steve nodded once before leaning back to his seat.

Dustin despised Jason Carver.

"Do you know who made it?" Erica asked, and Max pointed at her as if to validate her point. "Because whoever made it—"

"Had to have known what he was using them for, I know," Eddie murmured, turning the bottle over in his hands in contemplation.

"If they were smart, they didn’t sign anything on the bottle," Will countered. "Is there any magic surrounding the bottle?"

Eddie nodded once. "Yeah, all potions have magic around the seal,"

"We could get El to analyze it if you can’t find anything," Will proposed. "She can tell us what the magic looks like, and we can find them from there probably,"

Suddenly, Dustin caught a whiff of something unfamiliar, something sour…

It came from out front.

"Actually, this one wasn’t smart!" Eddie grinned, looking up from the bottle. "On the bottom there’s a little—"

"Dustin, man, are you okay?" It was Argyle that keyed into Dustin’s manic sniffing, "You’re sniffing up a storm, there."

The scent was vaguely recognizable, something he knew he’d smelled before.

There were hints of something similar to Lucas, though it didn’t carry any of the notes of lavender and Lucas’ woody cologne, just the sweat…

The sweat which was far stronger after basketball rehearsals.

Oh fuck.

"The basketball team is outside," He blurted out.

There was a deafening silence before all hell broke loose.

"GET THE BOOKS OUT" (Dustin)

"GET EVERYTHING OFF THE TABLE" (Nancy)

"I CAN’T CARRY EVERYTHING, SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!" (Erica)

"I NEED TO HIDE" (Eddie)

"WHY ARE THEY AT MY HOUSE" (Steve)

"EDDIE NEEDS TO HIDE" (Will)

"WHY ARE WE YELLING THEY CAN PROBABLY HEAR US" (Max)

It was Argyle who calmly walked to the front door and waited for the inevitable knock and call of Andy.

Yet again, everyone froze in anticipation.

"Hey there, can I help you young gentlemen?"

"Where’s Steve?" Andy. Dustin heard their feet move into the main entrance, and Argyle shut the door. He felt himself constrict in anger, and Max put a hand in front of his now-bared teeth in case he started to growl.

"Why?" Argyle asked, “Is everything okay with him?”

Silently, Dustin watched Steve sigh and calmly shift himself back to his human form.

Damn, it was fun while it lasted.

Steve beckoned for the group to follow him, and slowly, they all walked out.

"Hey!" Steve gave his publicity smile and a wave. "Can I help you guys?"

"Mind if we take a look around?" Andy asked, smirking as if he had an upper hand. "We have reason to believe you’re plotting against Jason."

"Sorry, but I know my rights." Steve tilted his head in fake sympathy. "You’re not the police, and even they can’t search my parents’ home without a warrant. Besides, all you’ll find is the makings of a birthday cake tasting session," Erica smirked and nodded, puffing her chest out slightly.

"With Eddie Munson here?" One of the team members asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Dammit, Steve, I told you I needed to hide!" Dustin could feel the anxiety reeking off of Eddie from every angle. The man couldn’t stop fidgeting to save his life, currently!

"Andy, isn’t that the kid that was so easy to stop this spring?" A werewolf from the group said, cracking his knuckles.

Wait, was that how Erica broke her arm in the Hellkins 4?

Erica bared her teeth and Dustin did the same.

This was his pack, dammit.

Dustin was snapped out of his anger as a phantom breeze went across his skin.

Weird.

"What?" Steve’s faux enthusiasm broke, and Eddie looked at him with wide eyes.

"I wonder how easy it would be," The wolf stepped forward, towards Erica. Dustin tried to block her with his arm, but the older wolf easily pushed him to the floor.

Another phantom breeze, stronger this time.

"To pick you up," The wolf picked Erica up. "And throw you down just like my witch friend," He pointed to Andy, who smirked.

Erica didn’t hit the ground.

Instead, she started to glow dandelion yellow.

Soon, everyone in the Party did, and the winds Dustin had been feeling started whipping around in the same color.

So were Steve’s eyes.

His half-form was back, thankfully, but this time Dustin was legitimately frightened.

Steve was right, sirens were fucking scary.

Subtly, Dustin could hear a song playing in the background, sad and melancholy.

The basketball team were hovering high in the air, their hair and jackets whipping around them.

(Why weren’t the Party’s hair whipping around, too?)

Dustin didn’t look when he heard the thumps of the team’s bodies hitting the mansion walls at full force.

Steve’s trance was broken when something beeped.

"Oh shit, my cake!"

Instantly, Dustin shot up, and with the rest of the party, watched Steve calmly take out the prototype cake as if nothing strange had ever happened. Soon, Steve made eye contact with the group.

"Guys, is everything okay? You’re all looking at me like I’m doing something weird…"

Well yeah, no shit. Erica had almost gotten thrown and Steve lost his shit, were they not going to be looking at him like a crazy person?

"Steve…" Nancy pleaded, and Steve sighed. He wiped off his hands and walked towards the group.

"What? What could have possibly gone wrong that…" Steve’s eyes widened when he saw his main room, and the hopefully unconscious bodies along its walls.

"Eddie, Argyle, get the kids and go." Steve said sternly and all too quickly, and Dustin froze. "Nance, stay here. I’ll need you whether or not they wake up."

Dustin wasn’t leaving.

"What, Steve—" Eddie protested, but Steve put a hand on his shoulder, shutting him up.

"Eddie, I need you to take the kids to the Byers’; that’s where everyone else is. Fill them in. I’ll tell you when to come back. Keep them safe for me; I trust you."

Will and Dustin made eye contact.

OH.

HOLY SHIT.

GO STEVE, APPARENTLY??

"O-Ok. C’mon kids," Eddie and Argyle made for the door, and the rest of the younger party followed.

"Dustin, c’mon!" Max beckoned for Dustin, but he shook his head.

"Dustin, go," Steve said, stern. Dustin’s head throbbed—was Steve using sirenspeak on him?—but he was too stubborn and too pack bonded to care.

"Fuck no. You die, I die Steve," He gave a nod to Erica; she understood the reference. "I’m not leaving you here, and you can’t convince me to leave."

Steve looked him once over, and sighed.

"Go to John’s, guys." Steve nodded to Eddie and Argyle, and they nodded back. 

The door shut behind them.

"You’ll be safe there,"

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Season 2!

The fact that some people think Dustin is homophobic when he canonically enjoys cartoons for little girls for their plotline value. That one saw gender and said ‘fuck that’ and ran. Anyway it just so happens my fan birthday for Erica is the Barbie movie release.

Edit: I realize I said ‘basketball rehearsals’ and currently hate my cringey theater kid self. That being said this is Dustin’s pov and he canonically is also a cringey theater kid so it stays.

Tag List:

@estrellami-1 @cookies-and-doom @beckkthewreck @dbquills @impeachy

[ciciciron]

I’d like to hear about your Pokémon au

Okay so basically 💞💞

Multiverse, I took a cheap way out and made it so every plotline I can think of could realistically happen in the context of this au because of the line 'every single star is it's own little universe' which explains the title (that being Every Single Star) but also that's just a fact in canon to it, when a universe is destroyed, a Jirachi falls to a distant beach

But there's a few other facts about it that are sort of integral to the plot

The first universe, because the multiverse wasn't created naturally, exists without stars and without Giratina, who will be important later

It's also the home universe of every legendary/mythical pokemon- human hybrid, also known as God's, who have a role only they themselves can fill. Most were humans blessed by one of the Arceus' (there are 1 for every type), some who have more specific origins maintain those origins, some were created as gods and others only fused with the gods to save their lives (so to say, Hoopa willingly gave it's life to save that of a human it was attached to)

I won't go deep into the plot here but basically here's more lore on the Arceus'; currently only 4 exist: Normal, Psychic, Dark, and Flying, each of them represent something and the next arceus is only spawned in when the previous one fully understands what it is they represent. They aren't humans, but instead beings made entirely of stardust and light that typically manifest in the form of a person- they can't die but they can still feel pain, and all that

Onto the last thing I'll he addressing here- demons. Demons are basically pokemon-human hybrids who used to be alive but died with unfinished business who sold their souls to Giratina in order to finish said business, they look just like they did when they were alive but forced to take on certain traits of whatever pokemon I decided they were fitting as and also horns, most take pity on them, others are disgusted, they were only created after the multiverse split and because Giratina is banned from the first universe, people from said universe cannot become them

To put it simply

Multiverse/hybrid au mixed together

I use it as an excuse to make fun designs for all of my favourite characters 💞💞 I need to finish the refs for half of them

[mischievoushiddleston]

Enemys (Part 11)

All Parts here! / Masterlist here!

He was an idiot, Namor knew that, sitting on the throne in Talokan, completely alone and without Shuri, who was actually his wife, at least from Talokan's side, but he didn't know how to talk to her. He was hundreds of years old, but all this, with feelings and love was new to him. And he couldn't deny that he was hurt by the fact that this Bucky had kissed her. On top of that, Shuri was pregnant and he knew he had to face it. Maybe he had already lost her after all this, but he couldn't lose their child together. He couldn't, no matter what happened or had happened between them. "K'uk'ulkan..." said Namora and he looked to her, "I am here to report to you that the scientist has arrived in Wakanda..."

Namor nodded and sighed before rising from the throne. "Tell Attuma that we are leaving."

"Attuma is already in Wakanda watching out for the scientist," she said, and Namor nodded without saying anything else. He swam out, Namor following, stopping him when she swam a little faster than he.

"K'uk'ulkan...It is not my place to judge your actions and I won't, but since we left Wakanda you have been different...You were supposed to perform a wedding ceremony in Wakanda, but you didn't after all your efforts to get the princess to agree," she explained herself and he shook his head.

"My job is to protect Talokan, not to raise a family or get married, Namora," he said, "Don't question my motives." Namora nodded silently, knowing now that something was wrong. After all, she hadn't known him his whole life, but she had known him her whole life. She decided to let it rest, though, at least for the moment.

A short time later, they were on the back of an orca on their way to Wakanda. When they arrived at the beach they were greeted by King M'Baku, but Shuri was nowhere in sight and Namor couldn't blame her after ignoring her. "Welcome to Wakanda, K'uk'ulkan and warriors of Talokan." Namor nodded appreciatively. "May I ask where the princess is?" he asked, taking a deep breath. Was she with this Bucky?

M'Baku sighed. "I hardly saw her," he said honestly and Namor looked at him questioningly, "She didn't know about your decision not to consummate the marriage, after I told her she left and since then I saw her only a few moments, but she didn't seem well...Most of the time she was in her lab."

He nodded and they went to a jet and flew to the palace of Wakanda. Namor knew he had to talk to her, since no matter what had happened, it hadn't been fair to her. Once they were there, he said goodbye to everyone and took the broken shell he had put back together and went to the lab. But instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs and heard loud music and voices that he couldn't place at first, but the closer he got, the clearer they became. They were Shuri's and Riri's voices.

"...You need to calm down, the stress is not good for you and the baby," Riri said and Namor took a deep breath. He was going to be a father. It was something he thought he would never become. "Please, Shuri-"

"No! I'm going to do what I did best and that's bring further technological advancement to Wakanda and not worry about this child inside me that was a mistake and shouldn't exist," she said angrily, making Namor wince. "It complicates everything even more. All of this with Namor was a mistake...I know it's not the child's fault, but Namor left...He didn't even care, Riri! What sense does it make? First he tries to convince me of all this and I, as stupid as I was, agree..."

"Maybe there was something that happened in Talokan," her friend tried to reassure her, but Shuri shook her head.

"You don't understand...I was willing to forgive him for just everything, so we could be together and I'd give him another chance...Even for my mother's death," she said, her voice breaking at the end, "But it seems that from the beginning he was the man I thought he was...He got what he wanted and left...What would my family think of me for willingly letting him come to me and forgiving him? Or of this child whose father is Namor?"

Namor's grip on the fragile shell tightened as he felt his heart tighten and once again felt as if it would break. So she truly regretted her time with him and also regretted the child they had created together. Neither woman had noticed him yet. She say she wanted to forgive him, but apparently she didn't now after all, just because he had left, but she couldn't be mad at him if she just kissed Bucky and couldn't even realize he was leaving because of it. He was once again getting the blame for everything alone.

He started to get angry, but most of all sad. "Namor? How long have you been standing there?" asked Shuri's voice softly now, and he looked up at her as he felt tears welling in his eyes.

"Long enough to realize that I will annul our marriage even in Talokan if you have such contempt for me and an unborn child carrying my genes..." he said hurt. Shuri opened her mouth, but he raised his hand to stop her. "I thought I acted rashly when I left after I saw that man kissing you and wanted to talk to you." -He laughed hollowly- "But even after all that, you still blame me for everything I thought we could overcome. What's the point of continuing to try to make things change?" -Namor lifted the shell and Shuri looked to it and stepped toward him, but then stopped when he looked at her- "I gathered it that day on the beach and put it back together because it was a sign that I would come when you called me and still wanted me by your side...I wanted to bring it back to you..."

"Namor..." she said, trying to explain to herself what had really happened, "Bucky and I-"

She stopped when she saw his firm and hurt look. "I take back that promise...Actually, I take back every promise to you. My love for you blinded me into believing we could make it work, but love cannot blossom from hate and marriage will never be real...You can't love me and even though you know my true name, you still call me your enemy."

Shuri shook her head and felt tears. She had spoken in anger, but had not meant a word as he assumed. "Please, don't do this, Ch'ah..."

He looked at her and smiled sadly. "When it's over, you can finally bring yourself to do it," he said, letting the shell slip from his hand. It shattered again on the dark floor. Namor turned to leave, but Shuri grabbed his arm and stopped him as tears ran down her cheeks.

She put his hand on her stomach and placed her hand over his. "Please...I didn't mean any of what I said...It was spoken in anger," she said softly and her lower lip began to tremble. "I want all of that with you."

Namor looked at her and shook his head. "In anger you speak the truth," he said, pulling his hand away from her belly, even though it pained him. "Should you keep the child, I will be there for it." He turned and left. Shuri sobbed as she continued to cry and Namor closed his eyes, but kept walking.

[bluemmings]

beach hut #8 / day 27

how are you feeling in your current couple ?

“ haha ... uh... ” he looks up to the camera before shrugging his shoulders once. “  i don’t know ? not good, yeah... ” he rubs at the back of his neck, there’s a lot of shit that’s happened before the recoupling and after. “ apparently picking romi was not the vibe, but... i mean, if they’d have left ‘cause of me i’d feel fucking shite, and i picked early so... you know, if i knew she’d picked someone else or if someone else picked her then... you know, things would probably be different. things aren’t how i thought they’d be though, that’s for sure. ”

is there anyone outside of your couple that you’re still chatting to ? do you think your head could be turned ?

“ i guess i need my head to be turned, right ? i need to get grafting, ” he laughs, clasping his hands together. it’s weird using all the lingo he’s never really had to use in here.  “ it’s just gonna be a bit awkward, i think... trying to graft people who i’ve made it clear to i wasn’t interested in before... obviously everyone’s kind of aware that things with romi right now are pretty fucked so... like everyone knows i’m only really talking to them ‘cause i need to, and i think that just puts people off me, thinking i’m having to settle with second or third choices... like, it is kind of like that at the minute. ” he nods, not sure when his feelings for romi are going to be small enough to shove down. “ i just don’t wanna force anything. i don’t really wanna be ingenuine in here with anyone, so.... if that means i’m going home next week or whatever then so be it. ” he nods, coming to terms with it more and more that he’s probably gonna be booted if he doesn’t start pursuing people... he just doesn’t really feel like it. “ like, there are other people in here i like and i have vibes with. “ his immediate thoughts are with naomi, but considering the previous night he’s not too sure that’s an avenue. “ everything’s just a bit fucked. ”

did nana or kenny’s departures affect you at all ? out of everyone left, who would you be most upset to see go home next ?

“ i was surprised nana left, like, willingly. i dunno, you may as well commit, right ? i was never super close with kenny, but since callie and frankie seemed to click so well i wasn’t really sure who kenny would go for... ” he shrugs. “ naomi going would be the worst for me, but... i dunno, i doubt she’d go before me at this rate. i think she’s pretty popular. ”  

a lot happened at the cowboys and aliens party. what were the highlights of the night for you ?

“ highlights ? is that a joke ? ”

which couple do you think has the best chances of lasting to the next recoupling ?

“ frankie and callie. let’s go, girls. ” he cheers a bit, applauding.   

[graftisms]

BEACH HUT CONFESSIONALS 08: JOSHUA VARGAS DAY TWENTY-SEVEN

how are you feeling in your current couple ?

i’m feeling good, honestly. i know a lot of people don’t take jenny and i seriously because of my history with naomi and how quickly we got together, but if she hadn’t been around when all the naomi went down, i really don’t think i would’ve stayed in the villa. i’ve wanted to get to know her since she’s been in the villa, but i had to be true to my feelings for naomi first. and now that she’s out of the picture, i am focused on getting to know jenny better. our chemistry is insane, and every day i find myself liking her more and more. it could be a good thing for us both, i think. i just wish people would stop giving her shit for it. you don’t hear kangaroo boy getting flack for dumping rhys to jump ship, do you ?

is there anyone outside of your couple that you’re still chatting to ? do you think your head could be turned ?

i mean... i think naomi will always be someone that will have a hold on me. if she were to turn around and want to try to work things out... i wouldn’t be against it. but she’s made it perfectly clear that chapter is over, so no, there’s nobody else that i could see turning my head. i’m not looking for a new bombshell to come in either ;   i really want to give jenny the attention she deserves. 

what are your thoughts on the last recoupling ?   are there any couples that surprised you ?

romi and marcus staying coupled up despite being on a break was pretty surprising, i wasn’t expecting that one. i mean, other than romi’s clear interest in maddox’s body, i don’t know who else they could’ve even coupled up with, but it felt like a wrong move. especially after everything. otherwise not really. max being the only one who’d willingly choose dejan makes sense. it’s annoying them and seb and maddox can even still be around, since they’re clearly not serious about this thing.

did nana or kenny’s departures affect you at all ?   out of everyone left, who would you be most upset to see go home next ?

i was glad to see nana go, to be honest. i’ve honestly had nothing against her this whole time, and for a minute there i thought we were friends... but by the end she did nothing but shit on me and everyone who was taking relationships here seriously, so i’m not exactly missing her. she wasn’t going to find a real thing here anyway, it’s not like she had prospects. 

the obvious answer is jenny. i’d hate to see her go after finally getting a real shot with her. but rhys and romi would kill me too, since they’re my closest friends here. marcus too, though i still don’t really know what to make about him kissing naomi. naomi... i don’t know. it’d be easier if she left, save me a lot of fucking confusion. but i don’t love the idea of seeing her leave either. pretty pathetic, i know. 

a lot happened at the cowboys and aliens party. what were the highlights of the night for you ?

other than romi screwing maddox ?   uh, the whole spin the bottle kiss with naomi was pretty weird. not weird, just... it was stupid. just like running into her in the bathroom later that night. i blame the alcohol and having to kiss her for acting so crazy. i just wanted her to admit that she actually still gave a shit about us, even though her words and actions are all saying otherwise. i don’t know. like i said, i regret it. jenny didn’t give me too much shit for it, but seeing her with max immediately after the game... it just made me realize that i can’t half-ass being with her, even if it is still new. i don’t want to lose her to anyone, especially not a timothee chalamet looking twerp. 

which couple do you think has the best chances of lasting to the next recoupling ?

i’m confident in jenny and i. she’s given me no reason to doubt her, and like i said, i’m not looking anywhere else for the time being. i doubt naomi is going to let go of that guy any time soon, considering what she’s playing for, and frankie and callie seem to be all over each other. otherwise i have no idea. rhys seems happen with bash, but do i think it will last, knowing his track record ?   it’s questionable. i’d like to see romi and marcus last through whatever hump they’re going through, but romi was just talking about coupling up with maddox, so who knows. everything moves so fast in here.

[buglyknight]

299) Sink.

Oh, so heavenly

To be graced by your ghost

Thank you for everything

I have you here in my home

You are all that I feared you would be

Your fingers are lava

Touch me

Touch me

I want to be touched

Stare at me like I am beautiful

Your eyes are the prestige of the storm

Let me live in their sovereignty

I want to please you

Let me fulfill this purpose

Smile at me

Your gums are as bright as the open sky

They beam across starved winter meadows

A warmth that melts snow and starts spring

Speak your mind to me

Your voice is a melodious violin

Let me hear your crescendos and refrains

Let me bathe in your intensities

Let me sink in you

Sink in you

Grant me fourth degree burns

I will not let you go

Oh, so horribly

To be left with your dust

Thank you for leaving me

I once had a home

You were everything I knew you would be

Your touch was volcanic

Singe me

Singe me

Leave me charred

I want to erupt

Drown me with your eyes

Turn me to steam

I live in your sway

I want to pray to you

Let me show you devotion

Your grin is so wicked

It makes butterflies flutter

Your voice echoes in tongues

Discordance follows my footsteps

Sink me

Sink me

Grant me my wish

Oh, so hollow

To become ash

Smoke me down like a cigarette

Let me turn to vices

Nicotine lives in my bloodstream

Wash it down with strawberry margaritas

I don’t need oxygen

I don’t need sustenance

I am full on my failings

I thought you could be everything

My touch is acidic

Ditch me

Ditch me

I long to be lost

I will only see you in pictures

I was free

I was swimming

I am the wretch

Have I wasted all my wishes on you?

Sinking

Sinking

Please let me sink

I’d rather be pathetic

Than do a god damned thing

I will not eat

I will work till I lose sleep

I will blood let through insects

This is where I am most home

I sleep in the park

I march the beach

I will accept this fate

I will go willingly down the drain

Let me sink again

[jgcm2003]

Episode four

This past week or so I found myself quite depressed yet again. It was persistent, it seeped its way into the way I spoke, the thoughts I had, and the world was drained of its color for a bit. I referred to these time periods as time spent in “The Middle” a few episodes ago but as I sit in the midst of it I’d like to expand upon what exactly it is. 

At this age, in this place, I’ve come to realize that I do most of the same things every day. I very rarely (if ever) have the luxury of shaking the routine up— Wake up, drive to school, see the same people every day, do the same schoolwork, walk the same halls, eat similar food, have similar conversations, drive home, and experience the same ups and downs that come with this environment.  These days pile on top of each other and before I know it, I realized I’ve lived a few of them in a row and I start to wonder what the point in living them truly was; not in a necessarily depressed way but more so in an existential way. However, that question eventually leads to depressive feelings for me later on when I begin to look back on all of this time I spend just going through the motions. Then it worsens of course when I look forward, and all I see is a bunch of going-through-the-motions in the future while I exist here. 

To put it bluntly, it’s as if I’m in solitary confinement, strapped into a straight jacket within the cell walls I’ve grown within in recent years. I walk in hallways under fluorescent lighting, I stare at screens all day, and I can’t really escape it. I drive home and I look around at ugly McMansions, industrial parks, and chain stores and restaurants and I feel as though I live as a background character in a setting straight out of the Twilight Zone. I resent this place during the time I spend stuck in the Middle— but I’m the place that’s the issue here, I am. 

In my time spent in the Middle, I willingly surrender to all of this indifference and negativity because I’m the one choosing to highlight all of the ugliness. I’m reflecting an internal issue on what’s in front of me because it seems reasonable. What I fail to recognize is the beauty that resides within every image my eyes capture— I see them for their imperfections only, oftentimes missing the fine details that make the picture worth looking at. Naturally, I always find my way out eventually and yes, these low points make the “highs feel higher,” but the highs are just fine on their own— I shouldn’t be trying to make them any more or any less than their true nature. 

Maybe if I remember the whole picture next time I feel like this I’ll find myself a bit more grounded. The worst part of the Middle is the isolation—but it’s my own doing and I know that. I’m surrounded by people yet I force myself to be alone within myself. It’s so disgustingly egocentric— I detach myself from everything and think only of myself and of the infinite things I need to change about the way I am, in hopes of feeling better. Yet I know for a fact the days I spend truly living aren’t the days I spend thinking less of myself, but the days I spend thinking of myself less. 

They’re the days that I choose to appreciate, the days I take my time to really look at all that is in front of me. It’s the days I spend with my friends in a nice place, the days where I realize how lucky I am to just be around. I think of the only alternative there is to life, and I’m grateful for the fact I’m not there yet. I look at the beauty in the world around me and the beauty that resides within each conversation, each drive to and from school, the food I enjoy so much, and the company this place keeps me.  I think of summer nights when I sat down on a deck with my friends and I just was, or times I had on beaches, or on mountains, or in friends' basements. I think of all those lucky moments when I was just present, and I take the escalator down from my hectic thought process and get off at eye level because that’s where I really am, right now, and it’s a beautiful place to be in its own right.

[krotosis]

hi alice,

I’ve noticed recently that, despite having (truthfully limited) walks of nature around me, I always choose to stay placated in my bed and view them through the lens of my phone instead. I wonder why this is? Am I so lazy that I’d prefer my mind walk and observe that nature by itself, stay sullenly limply laid in my cradle and watch the river run through the sclera of my imagination?

I’ve seen nature many times, enough to be able to envision it clearly anyhow. I still crave to see it again, hear the hum of water and rustle of trees, all those cliche metaphors, the personality gifted from writers to ecosystems that we know so closely. Somehow, I feel that I wouldn’t be able to make it past the centuries of concrete to get to the lush green I’m craving. I know that from whatever angle I hide away in, the view of a decaying grey will still follow. There is seemingly nowhere I can go to stay safe from all this infrastructure. I don’t have the means, the energy or the money. I just want to be there.

It’s so weird, because all I simply need to do is drag my body from place to place. My feet won’t fail me, my legs will keep pacing, I could force myself forward and in hours find the closest thing I have to greenery here. Somehow it seems fruitless though. I don’t have the energy to think about anything but preserving that energy. I think I’m just lazy. I’m complacent in living between the mattress and headboard.

Every single year, I always witness the way weather changes ever so slightly. Warmer summers, warmer winters. It doesn’t snow anymore, this winter I think there was instances of frost maybe once or twice. Depends if you catch that early morning glimmer. The summers are relentless but I get to sit beside them and daydream about expensive tans and beach-blonde hair. Sometimes I wonder if everyone else is willingly ignorant to what’s happening, how people around me swear on having kids that are male or female, sibling or without, with beige rooms or pretty toys, whilst somehow being unaware of it’s exasperated selfishness. You are not having children to give life, you’re having them to accomplish a meaningless milestone, all whilst the grass yellows outside. I don’t understand it. I understand that you have a right to give and take and live and die, but I don’t understand why you would refuse to see it’s connotation because you live under the shade of that right. I honestly find it disgusting, somehow disturbing. Are people so unaware, or like me, do they find it easier to push it away and daydream, stuck in delusion?

I know that my viewpoint surrounding the earth and it’s people is cynical, but whenever I’m approached with the challenge of configuring whether anything I think is nothing but a justification of my pessimism, I can only say that I’m being a realist. I guess I would say that though, I don’t see enough colour to escape my own thoughts just yet.

Alicia, when it’s summer, tell me if the countryside outside your window decays a little. Tell me how it compares to last year, if the fruit is any more ripe or green, any more sour or sweet. Tell me if the stream runs rougher or slower. I don’t want my daydreaming to decay with the earth.

Sorry,

Your childhood friend

[soulsmashers]

          the  pink  haired  male's  head  immediately  shakes  in  disapproval  when  he  mentions  taking  the  jacket  back.  regardless,  nick  wasn’t  giving  it  back  (  at  least  not  now  ),  but  the  idea  of  once  again  being  jacketless  in  this  god  awful  weather  is  enough  to  drive  him  to  become  nauseous.  he  needs  it  to  start  getting  warm,  like,  yesterday.  the  beach,  his  surfboard,  and  shorts  are  calling  his  name.  an  eyebrow  is  raised  when  archie  mentions  giving  his  tequila  to  a  girl,  followed  by  laughter  when  he  mentions  she  had  a  boyfriend.  “did  you  just  like...  willingly  give  her  the  tequila  though?  because  if  so,  that’s  entirely  your  fault  and  i  can’t  defend  your  honor  there,  no  matter  how  much  i’d  want  to.  now,  if  she  just  took  your  tequila  and  led  you  on,  then…  fuck  her!”  he  sticks  out  his  middle  fingers,  nails  filled  with  chipped  black  nail  polish,  to  get  the  point  across.  it  doesn’t  exactly  surprise  him  that  archie  had  that  happen  to  him  though,  as  something  tells  nick  he  might  have  misread  the  entire  situation.  “sometimes?  bullshit.  you  love  me  always.”  he  feigns  cockiness,  eyebrows  wiggling  in  his  direction  in  a  playful,  teasing  manner.  nick  doesn’t  need  to  be  reassured  about  going  into  his  car.  the  second  archie  so  much  as  mutters  an  agreement,  nick  is  quick  to  walk  in  there,  turning  on  his  beloved  sky  blue  volkswagon,  instantly  turning  up  the  heater  to  it’s  maximum  potential,  as  getting  the  car  warm  always  took  some  time  and  was  never  an  immediate  process  (  nick  could  only  hope  ).  instantly,  nick  puts  his  joint  between  his  lips,  pulls  out  his  tye  dye  lighter  attached  to  a  necklace  on  his  neck,  and  inhales,  letting  the  smoke  travel  past  his  lungs,  before  exhaling  and  handing  the  joint  to  archie.  “in  a  minute,  i’ll  turn  the  heater  off  so  it  can  get  real  smoky  up  in  this  bitch…  but  you’re  gonna  have  to  give  me,  like,  two  minutes  because  i  need  it  to  at  least  get  to  a  medium  temperature  in  here…  i’m  dying,  archie.  my  california  soul  can’t  take  this  weather!”  over  dramatic  as  always  as  he  pops  open  the  bottle  he  had  jacked  from  the  party,  rather  shamelessly.

lips stretch up to a grin at the look which paints nick's features in response to the jacket, fingers raking back through messy blonde locks. “ you don't want me to woo you? ” archie questions in light teasing, shoulders raising up in a casual shrug. “ suppose i'll take it back them. ” he won't, of course, doesn't want nick to be cold when he quite likes the temperature himself. it's not worth it to give him a reason to go back inside either — not when sitting next to him outside is one of the first parts of the evening he's actually enjoyed. “ i came for the free alcohol until some girl took my tequila. then left to share it with her boyfriend. ” he sighs, pretty certain the flawed reading of that situation is his own fault, though archie doesn't linger on the thought for long as light eyes instead turn to the bottle being produced from nick's pocket. “ god, sometimes i think i love you. ” words joke lightly, features brightening impossibly further at the suggestion and excuse to get away from the party. “ yes please. ” he doesn't waste any time straightening up, ready to shepherd nick in the direction of his own vehicle. it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy parties, but nick had been on to something when he said he'd been off all evenings, and this certainly felt like a good way to fix it.

[babyboibucky]

Charm

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky checks whether he still has his 1940′s charm.

Word Count: 1,613

Warnings: TFATWS spoilers! No warning, just a bit of fluff I guess???

A/N: Nothing really, just that Bucky deserves all the love in the world :’)

Charming (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

“You should date someone.”

Bucky groans at Yori’s suggestion. Again. The old guy had been pestering him about it ever since they started their little friendship. Introduced girls and forced him to take them out to dinner or bingo. He did try of course, but it always seemed too fast for him.

“I already did, haven’t I? You sort of forced me to go on one, remember?” Bucky asked before downing a glass of sake in one go.

Thank god they went to a different Japanese restaurant this time. His date with the girl at the other restaurant went pretty badly, with him walking out after a particularly sensitive topic and never returning. Bucky felt bad and as much as he wanted to go back there and apologize, he just doesn’t have the courage to show his face again.

“Yeah, well you messed up.” Yori said pointedly.

Bucky chortled, “Or maybe you messed up by forcing me. I told you, you gotta take it slow like a dance. I mean, you don’t just ask anyone to dance with you. You ask someone you’d like to dance with.”

Yori’s shoulders trembled as he tried to bite back his laughter. Bucky made a face when he realized he’d been talking a lot.

“Then go find someone you want to date. Or maybe you just don’t have it in you.” The older man teased.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, “Sounds like a challenge.”

As Bucky poured himself another glass of sake, he began to wonder whether Yori was right. Maybe he really didn’t have it anymore, the confidence and charm he used to have back in his time.

Only one way to find out.

-

The club was a bad idea. A really bad idea.

Initially, Bucky thought that it would be the perfect place to find someone to date. Apparently not, because despite the presence of beautiful girls, they were pretty much throwing themselves at him. As much as Bucky was curious about the so called “hook-up” culture in the modern times, it just wasn’t for him.

And good god, the dancing? It’s not what it used to be; Bucky wasn’t even sure if he could call those movements “dance”.

Bucky called it a night and quickly headed to the exit. And that’s where he noticed you, fumbling with your phone and clicking your tongue from what seemed to be frustration. He slowed down in his steps, not wanting to interrupt your little moment as you mumbled a string of curses to yourself.

He eyed you from head to toe, noticing that you were wearing something too simple for a club: just a white shirt, some jeans and a pair of sneakers. With Bucky’s experience, he learned to be observant enough to read someone’s personality.

You were definitely not a frequent visitor to these clubs. And he was right about that because you were just forced to tag along to your officemates to celebrate a promotion.

“Ugh, fuck. Come on!” You unintentionally exclaimed out loud, stomping on the ground causing for Bucky to let out a chuckle.

Bucky’s eyes widened when you abruptly turned around, “Oh sorry. I didn’t meant to uhh...are you okay?” He asked timidly, slowly walking over to where you stood.

You huffed out, “I’m trying to book a ride, but the signal here sucks.” You explained. “And I’m not really comfortable to walk home at this hour.” You quickly added.

It was close to ten in the evening, it wasn’t that late yet but given the location and downsides of being a woman, you really didn’t want to risk your safety.

“Won’t your friends give you a ride home?” He asked.

You groaned, “They aren’t really my friends...I just work with them. They’re all shit-faced drunk and I didn’t even plan on coming here. Not a fan of clubs.” You admitted.

Bucky chuckled as he kicked the ground, “Guess that makes two of us.”

Your hum caught Bucky’s attention and when he looked up, you were looking at him suspiciously. For a moment he thought that you might have recognized him but you merely laughed and shook your head.

“You don’t seem like the type to hate clubs. Why are you here then?” You asked curiously.

Bucky shrugged, “Thought I’d find someone here that I can you know...take out on a date.”

You cackled out loud, it was the kind of laughter that made Bucky join in. You probably thought it was stupid for him to come looking for love at a club. And well, given his experience inside, you were correct.

“I know. It’s stupid. I haven’t been to clubs really, so I honestly didn’t know what to expect.” He admitted, rubbing the back of neck sheepishly.

You nodded, “How was your experience inside then?”

“You could say I was pretty shocked. And disoriented. The lights made me dizzy.” Bucky said, widening his eyes in emphasis.

Laughing, you nodded and agreed before introducing yourself so casually. Bucky repeated your name, he liked the way it sounded.

“I’m James.”

Bucky found himself easily opening up to you. The conversations flowed naturally, from something as basic as favorite food down to your mutual hatred for crowded places and everything in between. Bucky learned that you often volunteer at an orphanage and that you hate plums which happens to be his favorite. It resulted to a harmless debate that lasted ten minutes.

You asked him about his work, something that he had to lie his way around. As much as he wanted to be honest with you, he was afraid that revealing the truth might scare you off. You seemed to be really interested in him whenever he talked about his boring daily routine.

“Do you...do you like to talk somewhere else?” Bucky blurted out.

You offered a sad smile, one that broke Bucky’s heart because you were probably going to reject him. Understandable though, he was a stranger and it was late at night. It was hard to trust people nowadays.

“I have work tomorrow morning.” You apologetically said.

“But you can walk me home...if you’d like?” You asked. “I probably sound demanding but uhh, I don’t think I can really book a ride and I don’t want to walk home alone at this hour.”

Bucky heaved out a deep sigh of relief and laughed, “I thought you didn’t like talking to me.” He sheepishly admitted.

“No, I actually like talking to you. You’re fun. And interesting.” You smiled.

Bucky beamed and extended a hand, letting you lead the way before matching your pace. The more he talked to you, the more he realized that maybe, just maybe, you’d be the first person he’d willingly ask out on a date.

The walk lasted half an hour but to Bucky, it only felt like minutes. It was definitely not enough for him to get to know you more.

“Well, this is me.” You announced when you reached your apartment building.

“Thanks for walking me home, I really appreciate it.” You said.

Bucky placed his hands inside his pockets and nodded, “Call me old-fashioned, but I felt like any gentleman should do so.”

Bucky held your gaze and debated how he should ask you out. Should he just blurt out the question? Would that be too soon? Your number! Maybe he should ask for your number first, show his therapist that finally, there was a new number registered in his contacts.

“Well, I should head inside.” You said when Bucky remained silent and although Bucky didn’t want to assume, he thought he saw a look if disappointed in your eyes.

Yori is going to regret saying that he doesn’t have game.

“Wait,” Bucky called out before you could turn around. “Being old-fashioned and all, I know this might be too forward. Or too fast, even.” he trailed and cleared his throat.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me? This Saturday. We can go to the beach, get ice cream...” he suggested.

Wrong move! Out of all the places he could suggest, it just had to be the beach! It’s not like he could wear a long-sleeved top and his gloves without getting dirty looks from people. You were going to find out the truth about him, his arm, his past. And then you’d regret letting him walk you home because who knew what the Winter Soldier was capable of?

“I’d love to.” You replied with a grin but before Bucky could suggest another place, you had already walked up to the front door of your apartment building, pulling it open before suddenly stopping.

“Or we can just take a walk at the park if you want, if that’s more comfortable for you.” You suggested turning your head to look back at Bucky.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. Again, he was unable to say something because you beat him to it with a surprising revelation.

“I’ll wait for you to come pick me up on Saturday. And don’t worry about your arm, I don’t mind. Good night, Bucky.”

And with one final beautiful smile, you headed inside the building leaving Bucky with a confused look. You knew him all along but didn’t say anything. You opened up to him, held his arm when you laughed and still, it didn’t bother you. You didn’t call him out when he lied about working for a mechanic shop, didn’t get scared when he offered to walk you home.

It took a few seconds for Bucky’s brain to process everything. And then he found himself grinning like a fool when he proved something to himself. And well, Yori too.

“Guess I still got it.”

-

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[helaintoloki]

Bloom

pairing: Jacob Black x reader

warnings: yearning, heavy amounts of fluff, Jacob’s characterization is heavily retconned but in a good way (bc smeyer did him dirty)

notes: i honestly wasn’t sure about posting this but here it is. details of the story have been changed and this takes place outside of the movies in its own timeline. see more notes at the end

summary: you’re still adjusting to this new life you’ve found for yourself, but the promise of forever with your soulmate makes it all worth it

“You’ll catch a cold standing there all day.”

Your daze is broken by Emily’s lighthearted scolding, and you find yourself reluctantly pulling away from the wooden doorframe to join her in the kitchen. Outside it drizzles softly on the secluded cabin, and though the room is warm from the heat of the oven and the goods that bake inside, you still find yourself yearning for the arms of your boyfriend. This life is still new to you, you’re still adjusting to the idea that the mythical creatures featured in your favorite novels and horror films are real, still trying to comprehend the intensity of the imprint, and the distance makes it harder.

Emily, a veteran imprintee, notices your discomfort and shares your worry for the boys who have yet to return from patrol. She holds seniority over you in both age and experience, but she understands your feelings and knows exactly what you’re going through, so it isn’t surprising for the two of you to find yourselves together now. When the pack is out guarding the land, you cling to each other for comfort and company, and it makes the ache tolerable. You’d only been introduced to the group two weeks ago, and though you chose willingly to accept this new lifestyle, you still found yourself overwhelmed by it all. It was a normal response that would fade away with time, but until then the woman took it upon herself to see that you adjusted comfortably.

“I know you’re worried, but they’ll be back soon. Sam said it was just a routine patrol. And,” she continues with a playful grin, “it’s almost dinner time. You know how much those boys love to eat.”

Her lighthearted humor prompts a small quirk of your lips as you attempt to smile, but it’s hard to let yourself be at ease knowing your mate is out there and you can’t be with him. Routine patrol or not, you never know when danger will strike— he can handle himself, you know he can, but accidents happen don’t they? Your thoughts are beginning to spiral, but a gentle hand caresses the side of your face in what feels like maternal affection and pulls you back to earth. Suddenly, you find yourself feeling exhausted. It’s been a long day, a long week, and the chaos is starting to catch up with you now.

“I think you should lie down,” her honeyed voice croons, “get some rest.”

“But I’m supposed to help you make dinner,” you try to protest, but Emily merely shakes her head with a smile.

“I can manage,” she assures you. “Besides, I promised Jacob I’d take care of you until he gets back.”

The mere mention of his name is enough to knock the breath out of your lungs and have your heart aching for his presence; you knew you loved Jacob when he took you to watch the sunrise at First Beach when you were thirteen, but that juvenile love was nothing compared to the intensity you now felt burning in your chest for the boy who had become your soulmate. Noting the dazed look on your face, Emily smiles in reminiscence before giving your arms a comforting rub.

“Take the guest room down the hall,” she says. “The faster you fall asleep the faster the time will pass, and before you know it they’ll be back.”

The room is small, but the dim light of the bedside lamp and quilted sheets are cozy and inviting as you clamber under the covers and settle into the soft mattress below you. Picture frames line the wooden walls, a faded china pot filled to the brim with marigolds sits on the dresser crammed in the corner of the bedroom, and outside the rain begins to fall harder against the roof over your head. The blankets are heavy and warm, and it isn’t until now that you realize just how cold you are. All day you’d been glued to your spot by the door waiting for a sign of his return only to come up empty handed, and the wind certainly hadn’t done you any good. A distant howl sounds from outside, sending shivers down your spine as you burrow deeper into the sheets and watch the shadows grow along the walls. It isn’t hard to fall asleep then, and you find yourself immediately drifting into a dreamless sleep, waiting for Jacob’s return.

~~~

“Hey, what did I say? Save some for y/n and Jake.”

“What ever happened to ‘you snooze, you lose?’”

“Come on, man. Do you really want to see what Jacob will do to you if you eat his girlfriend’s dinner?”

The animated chatter is what wakes you first. As you start to focus you detect the sound of the radio playing quietly in the kitchen, tuned to Emily’s favorite station and playing a song you can’t quite recognize due to the voices that overpower the singer’s gentle hum. Though the lamp is still on beside you, the room feels darker somehow, and when your eyes finally begin to adjust after the last bought of grogginess is rubbed away, you spot the figure sitting quietly on the edge of your bed. He smiles, kind and gentle, eyes full of love and adoration, and you’re barely able to refrain from flinging yourself into his arms right then and there.

“Jacob?” You murmur, voice hoarse from sleep. “When did you get back?”

“About an hour ago,” he explains with a sheepish smile, reaching forward to caress your cheek with the tips of his calloused fingers.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You nearly pout, prompting a soft chuckle to come tumbling past his lips.

“You needed the extra sleep. I’m only waking you up now because dinner’s ready and you need to eat. I hope you’re hungry because Emily made spaghetti.”

The mere mention of food has your poor stomach grumbling loudly, and despite your embarrassment Jacob grins in amusement. The last time you’d had spaghetti had been before this whole imprint thing came about; Jacob hadn’t yet begun the change, and you’d sat outside his house with him and the Clearwaters and the Swans eating plates of pasta on your laps and laughing into the late hours of the night. Your face had ached from all the smiling you’d done, and you still remembered the stolen glances and lingering touches you’d shared with the boy that night. You realized then that Emily had made the dish specifically for you, an attempt to maintain normalcy in your now vastly changing life, and you appreciated the gesture.

“Let’s go,” Jacob says then, taking your hands and helping you out of bed. He allows you a moment to freshen up before leading you out into the main room where the group of boys sit crowded around the table chatting in between bites of food. The space seems almost comically small compared to their size and stature and energy, but somehow they all seem to fit.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Embry greets teasingly upon your entrance, earning a warning glare from your partner.

You smile sheepishly in return and offer a small wave of greeting before shuffling towards the stove to fix your plates. Emily smiles upon your arrival and asks, “Sleep okay?”

“I did. Thank you… for this. For everything,” you express earnestly.

“Hey, we’re family now. You don’t have to thank me,” she replies kindly. “Besides, it’s nice having you around.”

“Y/n/n,” Jacob calls, pulling your attention away from the woman. “Let’s sit outside for a minute.”

You look to Emily for approval, afraid that your absence during dinner will be considered rude, but she merely gives you an encouraging smile before handing you two plates of spaghetti and sending you off. Jacob holds the door as you maneuver your way out onto the porch, taking refuge on the wooden bench hidden away in the corner of the deck by the hanging pots of plants and greenery. The rain is gone now, and though the air is cold and frigid you hardly notice due to Jacob’s body heat enveloping your own.

You eat in silence for a while, merely enjoying being in each other’s company without feeling the need to speak. His presence is enough to soothe the ache that had made a home in your chest during his absence, the unspoken connection growing stronger with each second spent beside him. Your plate of spaghetti is long forgotten as you sit and admire your mate, taking in the sharpness of his features and the warmth of his deep brown eyes, reaching forward to brush away a lock of hair that had fallen loose from his braid— your handy work from earlier in the day, before he had left for his shift.

“You okay there?” Jacob teases with a grin, noting the way you absently run your fingers along the outlines of his tattoo.

“I just missed you is all,” you murmur quietly. “It’s hard when you’re gone.”

“I know. But it’ll get easier with time,” he soothes. “Thank you for sticking with all of this, with me. I know it isn’t easy.”

“I love you, Jacob. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind, like nothing makes sense, but when I look at you…”

“The other stuff doesn’t matter anymore,” he finishes for you, swallowing down the lump in his throat before pulling you into his embrace. Despite his brute strength, he holds you so delicately in his arms, like you’re a prized treasure meant to be handled with care. He’s warm, almost unbearably warm, and still you find yourself burrowing further into his chest for the comfort you’ve been seeking all day. Resting his chin atop of your head, Jacob cards his fingers through your hair and begins to murmur sweet nothings into your ear.

“Do you remember the sunrise on First Beach?” You whisper after a moment of silence. Though you can’t see it, Jacob grins at the memory.

“How could I forget? You fell asleep in the sand and I had to carry you back to my house. Seeing you asleep in my bed made me realize you weren’t just my best friend anymore— I think I always knew, even before the change, I knew it would be you. It’s always been you.”

Your heart feels as if it’s going to burst at the seams with Jacob’s confession, and when he gently tilts your head upward to meet his gaze you follow the movement without a second thought. His warm breath fans over your face, his eyes looking upon you so deeply it feels as if he’s staring into your soul, and the moment your lips begin to quiver with desperate anticipation is when Jacob finally pulls you in for a kiss.

His lips are sweet and soft, and his hands are warm as he cups your whole face in his palms. Nothing else matters nor exists around you anymore, and the only thing your frazzled mind can focus on his him— his smell, his touch, the feel of his hair tangled in between your finger tips as you pull his braid apart, the heat radiating from his bare chest. Your heart is thumping loudly in your rib cage, and you think Jacob can hear it by the way he begins to smile into your kiss. You feel whole and unconditionally loved by the man who bares his soul to you, who is sworn to protect you until his last breath, who has loved you since you were children and will continue to love you forever.

The rain begins to fall again, but neither of you notice. Instead, you enjoy your moment of peace tucked away on the porch of Emily’s cabin.

This is your forever, and you can’t imagine anything more perfect than this.

notes: thanks for sticking around until the end, hopefully you enjoyed it! i’ve been rereading new moon and when i got to the part where they spend the day at emily’s cabin i knew i had to write this. the wolf pack always seemed like such a cool group to be around and definitely deserved more than to be used as a plot device, and Jacob deserved a better story than what Meyer gave him. I did my best to change some of the details such as having Jacob keep his long hair and good personality and such. Anyway, requests are open so if you’d like to see more twilight pieces just shoot me an ask! And please be sure to check out this link to help support the Quileute tribe.

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same coin, different sides — jj maybank x carrera!reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ Jj x carrera!reader please! Where reader's proud to be a kook, but she still wants to be friends with the pogues. Jj likes her but he thinks she doesn't like him because she spends a lot of her time with the kooks. Angst with fluff maybe, but whatever you feel more comfortable writing :) ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, underage drinking

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: another request! thank you tons! oof, here we go with angst. i hope this is okay, trying to get the feel for writing more angst and fluff! i hope you enjoy 💖

JJ watched Y/N Carrera across the Boneyard, laughing beside some Kooks, more specifically—Rafe Cameron, Topper Thornton, and Kelce. He had mixed feelings for her, they were complicated. How could someone like her spend her time with people like that? What common ground did they share that made Y/N likeable by the Pogues and the Kooks?

JJ knew why he held feelings for her, but anytime he saw her with the Kooks—his gut would twist. Maybe it was jealousy—of who?

Maybe for the fact that Y/N would never date him due to him not having a trust fund, but he would remind himself that she wasn’t like that. She was similar to Kiara in that sense, selfless. She would spend her Friday afternoons during the summer to help give food to the homeless. She willingly spent her Saturday mornings cleaning up the beaches.

 Y/N wasn’t like the other Kooks, she worked for a living.

Maybe it was insecurity that he wouldn’t be able to take care of her when she needs it, but all the past times she needed his help proved otherwise. He tried finding flaws to diminish his feelings for Kiara’s sister, but every point he made was debunked by something he admired about her.

JJ took a sip of his drink, eyes still on her.

“You’re staring, man,” John B patted his back, following his gaze to Y/N.

“I just don’t get it,” JJ muttered, refilling his drink from the keg.

“Sometimes you just don’t need to get it. Look at Sarah—”

“Sarah is different. She doesn’t hang out with them.” JJ interrupted. He held a point; Sarah wanted adventure and out of the future that the Cameron’s worked hard to preserve. JJ was sometimes convinced this was just a phase—she wouldn’t want to live the life they have at the end of the day. Maybe he thought Y/N would feel too.

As much as he wanted to go full Kook, wasn’t she already there?

John B’s eyes widened, nodding his head before taking another sip. He didn’t want to deal with this right now, he wanted to enjoy the party. He made his way back to Sarah and some other people. JJ would need to apologize for that later on. Kiara and Pope were sitting beside each other, surrounded by a fire and in too deep to realize the sour mood JJ was putting himself in.

When his eyes fell back on her, she was gone. No longer surrounded by the Kooks, but right beside him.

“Hey JJ, mind filling up my cup?” She offered him a sweet smile. She looked beautiful, he thought. The way her hair was tossed up and the way the sundress complimented her body. On her wrist, she wore some fancy bracelet—but touching it was the string bracelet JJ made for her a few days ago.

He wore the matching one as well.

“Yea, sure,” He was short to her, causing her smile to falter. She handed him her solo cup and he willingly filled it up.

She thanked him for his help, taking a sip and standing there awkwardly. “Do you want to dance?” Y/N asked, jutting her thumb towards the group of tourons dancing. His eyes flickered over her, to the group of people, and to the Kooks hitting on the girls.

“Why don’t you ask your buddies to dance with you,” Her retorted, pursing his lips.

“Because I don’t want to dance with them, I want to dance with you.” She crossed her arms, unsure of why suddenly JJ was treating her like this. Early she was laying in the hammock with him, attempting to toss grapes into his mouth.

“One minute you want to hang out with the Pogues and then another the Kooks. Why don’t you pick a side already?”

At that sentence, Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re being immature, JJ. You’re creating something that was never there I—”

“I’m not being immature, Y/N. You’re the one being indecisive and it’s confusing me.” He shouted over the music, causing a few stares from people. She chewed on the inside of her lip, before grabbing JJ’s arm and pulling him away from all the people.

“What’s your problem? What did I do to you, JJ?” She questioned him, her hand still on his arm.

“You’re friends with them, you’re friends with us. One day, you’re going to have the same realization that Sarah will have and you’re going to leave us. You’ll have some fancy house and you won’t ever have to lift a finger. Probably Rafe will come home with his stupid ass gelled hair and get to call you his. I don’t want that for you—”

“JJ, why do you care what I want? What separates me from Kie, huh?” The two of them were getting worked up on the shore. The music in the background faded, they were in their own worlds.

“Pogues and Kooks don’t mix! I care about what you want because you’re what I want!” He finally exclaimed and silence fell between the two. “I feel like I’m your second option and I don’t want to be your second option. I want to be the one you’re with at parties. I want to be the one to take you to Midsummer and not some prick who will try to use you at the end of the night.” JJ rambled off, running his hands through his blonde hair. JJ wanted so much more. He wanted to spend nights beside her, getting high and watching movies, to spend more time on the HMS Pogue, to eating together at lunch once school started again. He wanted to wrap his arm around her and show her off.

Look at his girlfriend, Y/N Carrera. She’d be the only one he got at the end of the day.

He didn’t want to make an excuse every time to hang out with Y/N or to invite her along on their adventures.

 “And I can’t help but to think you’d pick Rafe over me. So, tell me, Y/N—What do you want?”

She listened to him, wondering if this was some drunken outburst, but she found herself shaking her head at him. She stood there silently, eyes admiring his face.

“Please, say something,” JJ begged.

“Money means nothing to me, JJ. I would rather be broke and…and sleep on a pull-out couch with you—especially if the other option was Rafe Cameron or Topper—even Kelce.” Y/N had a closer relationship with Kelce compared to the other Kooks. She stepped closer to JJ, who stared at her intently, waiting for her to continue speaking. “I want to be happy in life. I want…” She trailed off, looking at him. “I want you.” She stated, heat rising to her cheeks.

“But I also can have friends with other people. Just because I’m friends with some Kooks doesn’t mean that I don’t like you or the Pogues. Once Kie introduced me to you all, I fell in love with every one of you—but especially you.”

They stared at each other for several seconds, “And if you want, you can take me to Midsummers. Just—maybe ask in a better way? Maybe with flowers or anything outside an argument?” Y/N laughed lightly.

“I think I can do that, Y/N/N.” He smiled down at her. “One last question: you won’t go full Kook on me, will you?”

“JJ, I’d only go full Kook with you.” She spoke sincerely, kissing his cheek. “Can we go dance now?” Her voice was soft.

JJ was soft for her.

They intertwined their hands together, arms brushing against each other as they walked back to the party. The music swept the two away, dancing closely together. The two’s laughter could be heard by anyone. Their dance moves were rather ridiculous, but they got closer and closer as all the songs passed.

He pulled her to face him, before pressing his lips against hers. “I forgot to kiss you earlier,” he whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“I was waiting for that, Maybank.” She teased.

Across the Boneyard, Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were shocked at the sight of her dancing with the Pogues instead of them. Kie and Pope nudged Sarah and John B, pointing out the moment her sister had with their friends.

[arisugamez]

‘I’m surprised it’s quiet now.. I prefer it.’ Right.

Usagi preferred the quiet whereas he preferred mindless chatter to still his nerves.. something else Arisu had noted in their short period of time spent together. Yet another difference between the two.

Why? Had she always been so private and closed off or had her past shaped her to be that way? Not that he knew anything about her past— Usagi hadn’t given much away about it. Just like everything else about her, it remained a mystery to be discovered. A closed book while his was wide open. Maybe a little too wide open, but Arisu couldn’t help it. It was important to build alliances and help each other if they were ever going to get home, and the first step to doing so was to be open and honest about one’s self. Friendship meant everything to him. The last thing he wanted was to die alone in this hellish place. Life was way too short to be shutting people out and not taking a chance because unlike many other players in Borderland.. he still had faith in others and felt it necessary to work as a unit. Surely not everybody here was so selfishly cruel, right? Little did he know. Maybe he really was too trusting of the people around him, but only time would tell if that was correct.

“Not.. hang out. I was just thinking we could relax. Together. By the pool. It’s been a rough couple of days and I think we could— wait, what?” It was really that easy? Somehow hearing Usagi willingly accept his invitation to hang out by the pool was surprising. Perhaps it was due to his low self esteem when it came to talking to women in general— Arisu was by no means great in that department, evident in his lack of romantic relationships— but this was a step in the right direction, right? Staring at her in bewilderment, Arisu watched as her smaller frame shifted to move by him into the hallway, unable to fend off the giddy and lopsided smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. He only hoped that she hadn’t noticed him smiling like a complete dork over something so trivial. Usagi seemed to have that effect on him even when he was feeling down.. as closed off as she was, she had something about her that he couldn’t quite define..

Jumpstarting back into action after catching himself staring for a little longer than he should have, Arisu immediately followed her out into the long hallway and made sure to lock the door behind him— while he did most of the Beach residents they’d met already, the last thing they needed was someone to go snooping through their room for information.

Taking her side like he always did, Arisu began to make his way toward the stairwell, careful not to stray too far from her. Always close enough for their arms to almost be brushing with each swing of them, it was like an unspoken agreement to keep that sort of closeness in case they ran into trouble. “You think some people actually enjoy this place?” Surprised by her assumption of certain people needing a place like this in their lives, Arisu couldn’t help but to shudder at the thought. What sort of person would want to stay there willingly? He certainly didn’t. Not after facing one too many horrors already. “I’ll admit though, most of the people here seem nice enough. Makes me think this place has been here for a while given how comfortable they all are.” A theory to her earlier question. The Beach certainly gave the illusion of freedom and paradise. Still.. Arisu missed home. Missed was an understatement.

But he wasn’t about to let it get him down right now. At least he had something to look forward to.. a giddy reminder as he glanced over at Usagi and eyed her from the side with that same goofy grin he’d been wearing before. “..You’ve really never been swimming in an actual pool before?” Asked with a tilt of his head once they reached the stairwell and began to descend the steps to the ground floor which fortunately for Usagi and her introverted nature, was empty. “You can swim, right? Because I’m not too sure how great I’d be acting as a lifeguard. I’d probably panic and drown while trying to save you from drowning.” Said jokingly, but it was the truth. Arisu wasn’t the best under pressure— well, he didn’t do too badly during games— But that was a different sort of pressure. Fuck, he overthinking everything.. something he often did whenever Usagi was around him. She clouded his mind like a constant fog that refused to clear. And yet, Arisu didn’t mind at all. In fact, it was the complete opposite of minding.

@usagiclimbs

The thing about Borderland was that time seemed to move a lot faster and minutes blurred into what seemed like seconds. How long had he been aimlessly staring out of the window for, hoping that something would change? That the sky would somehow open up and reveal a way back to the real world? Too long, probably. As his mind drew a blank, he could feel the haunting dreams start to seep back in. Even when he was awake he still saw flashes of his last moments with his friends. And just like that he was back there again, surrounded by their pleading voices. Surrounded by the sickening bangs! as the collars around their necks exploded and took away the two people that had been a constant in his life. Had it been a painful death? Did they suffer long beforehand..? Questions that had him squeezing his eyes tightly shut to combat those disturbing thoughts that had his breath hitching in his throat.

Perhaps a part of him had died there with them that day, Arisu was sure of it. Survivors guilt stabbing him in the chest and twisting itself like a dagger to the heart. It hurt. It hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced in his life.

Without even realising short nails dug into the desk as if trying to cling onto reality, causing crescent shaped indents to line the wood. How long would this pain last..? A question he had little time to ponder over when a familiar voice carried through the air, almost causing him to jump out of his skin. “Jesus..!” Within a second his eyes had flew open, widening as he whirled around to face the source of the sound. How long had she been watching him? God, he really hoped that she hadn’t witnessed another breakdown in the making. The last thing she needed was to shoulder his problems as well as her own. “You can.. hear me think?” Could she really hear his thoughts? Were they that loud? He certainly hoped not considering the vast majority of them tonight had been about her before he’d drifted off to sleep to be swarmed with nightmares. She was just so.. mysterious. An enigma. And although they’d known each other for a couple of days now, Arisu barely knew anything about her.

Not that it mattered. Usagi was right.. maybe a walk would do him the world of good. That, plus they needed to get to know their new home. Plus spending some more time with her alone was a bonus. Maybe he could actually get to know something about her this time granted she was willing to open up a little bit. Not that he’d force her to. Arisu wanted her to open up in her own time.

“Right, answers and supplies. That sounds smart.” Letting out a quiet sigh, Arisu could feel the tenseness in his shoulders ease as he watched Usagi move to slip on her sneakers. She moved fast. How she always seemed to have so much energy even when first waking up was beyond him. Normally he needed a solid ten minutes of just laying there before he was even ready to make a move out of bed. Her, however.. she always seemed raring to go at a moments notice. “Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to. It’s just.. there’s a lot going on and my mind refuses to shut off. Especially in a place like this. I never thought such a place existed here.” The Beach really was something else. A fraction of a normal place that resembled something of a club from back home. Parties, drinking, drugs.. the three highs that the other players seemed more than willing to indulge in, in order to feign normality at least until their next game came around. Arisu however, didn’t see much point in it.

Offering her an apologetic smile while moving to grab his jacket from the hanger on the back of the door, Arisu wasted no time in slipping it on. The breeze always seemed more bitter in the night, another added bonus of Borderland and its hellish nature. There was a high possibility that freezing or starving to death would kill them all quicker than any game ever could. “The pool looks empty from what I saw. Maybe we could hang out there for a minute before we go looking for answers? Unless.. you don’t want to. That’s fine too.” A pause, and then a silent curse that fell from his lips. Could he sound any more lame? If Karube was here, he’d definitely be teasing him for acting like a school boy with a crush while Chota chuckled in the background at his expense. “Uh, we can do whatever you want.” Thinning his lips to refrain himself from rambling, Arisu opened the door with an audible click! and held it open for her.

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