#those two things I mentioned are all good to go

[hees-mine]

Just casual - L. heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: mentions of smut, cursing, arguments, mentions of an ex, alcohol, jealousy, angst, sunghoon is mentioned, small font is text.

WC: 2,8k full fic

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“Had a really shit day at work. Wanna come over to make it better after I get off?”

That’s the text you received from your situationship it was nine at night his typical time to hit you up.

Smiling at the notification you replied almost right away since you were practically waiting on him to text as he always did this time of night.

“Sorry to hear that, baby. I’d love to come over and relieve your stress.”

“That’s my pretty girl. There’s still a key under the mat. I’ll be just about twenty minutes, so you can head out now.”

“On my way ;)”

Everything about those exchanged messages didn’t sound like you weren’t dating each other, but that’s just the thing.

You don’t know what you and him have going on. You text good morning and good night, but then there’s barely any communication throughout the day unless it’s to meet up and fuck.

Neither of you guys are seeing other people yet you’re not exclusive with each other.

When you see him talking with other girls you get jealous but you don’t say anything cause he’s not yours you have no right to get possessive.

Heeseung tells himself the same thing when he randomly hits up the same club as you and sees you chatting with some guy about who knows what, but apparently, it’s funny cause you’re laughing non fucking stop it makes him feel so upset that he’s not the one behind your all laughs.

But who is he to intervene cause you and him aren’t committed it’s just casual sex with a little bit of sweet talk in between.

Regardless though, he takes pleasure in knowing he’s the only man you’re letting inside you, and he also takes pleasure knowing you’re the only pussy he’s going inside cause no one could ever compare to you, and that’s one of the biggest reasons he’s keeping quiet about his feelings is because he doesn’t want to fuck this up.

So he’s playing the little game of being your situationship while also teetering on the bounds of crossing that line into something more, something unknown.

Something that could ultimately change your guy's relationship for worse or for better.

He can’t really gauge your feelings for him duh if he could he would have asked you out by now.

At times he thinks there could be something more between you two, those times being when you suck him off like you can’t get enough of his dick in your throat or when he tells you he’s stressed and you happily tell him that you’re coming over and you’ll do all the work bouncing up and down on his hard thick cock cumming multiple times all while massaging his shoulders praising him and making him release inside you at the same time releasing all his pent up frustration.

But then, when he tries to reciprocate by cleaning you up and attempting to cuddle afterward, you always say you have to go, or you have work in the morning, leaving him in a cold bed confused because you two just had a good, intimate moment together far too intimate to just be casual but not enough for him to claim that there was without a doubt more going on between you two.

He’s so torn though cause he wants to make a move but he doesn’t know how so he’s playing it as he goes by asking you over and then he’d have to see where the night leads but hopefully it’ll end with you and him together.

Hopefully.

You arrived shorty after he texted using the key he told you about under the mat you unlocked the door and took a seat on his couch waiting for his arrival while leisurely scrolling on your phone.

You scrolled and scrolled some more until you got another notification this time on your ig you saw someone had tagged you in a photo assuming it was one of your friends you smile tapping on it but your smile turns into a deep frown once you see a picture of him at a pub the photo accompanied by little heart eye emojis and the time shown that it had just been taken.

He said he was getting off work. Didn’t he? So why is he making you wait for no reason when he’s out at the bar with some other girl? Why is he wasting your time when, obviously, he wants to be with someone else?

You rolled your eyes at the picture, frustratedly gathering your things along with your keys. If he wanted his dick wet, she could do it for him, but you were not about to sit around and be there at his beck and call.

Sure, he didn’t owe you anything, and you shouldn’t be jealous if he fucked her and then came home and fucked you too, but you were, and that, combined with the fact he just left you high and dry, making you wait a whole hour with no response.

Yeah, fuck no, especially cause not only was he with someone else it just happened to be your favorite spot too.

You were about to leave and never come back but for a moment you had enough clarity to suppress your emotions and you sat back down deciding to wait for him because after tonight you were done with him you couldn’t handle being his situationship if the moment he entertained other girls you were going to feel like this so the simplest thing for you to do would be to just call things off with him.

Heeseung wasn’t planning to be out way past the time he originally planned but it was for good reason he knew there was a spot not far from his home you liked to frequent it was a little pub that served beer and food.

You’d always post your order on your story, and he had it memorized, so he was gonna surprise you first when he came over before you guys did the do heck tonight didn’t even have to be about sex. He’d be happy just relaxing, watching some TV, and eating.

If you were okay with that.

It was a bit domestic yes but this was what he meant by teetering on the lines this was merely him keeping his foot half in and halfway out to test the waters of your guys “relationship”.

And someone tell him why out of all nights, he runs into his cheater bitch of an ex in the pub as soon as he stepped in.

“Heeseung! What a surprise!” She cheers, her annoying voice making him clench his jaw.

Without his consent, she wraps her hand around his shoulder, but he immediately peels it off, disgusted by the thought of her even touching him after what she did.

“Yeah” he mumbles uninterested. “Real surprise” he says with sarcasm it was in fact no surprise seeing her there anywhere alcohol could be found she was there too.

She pouts because of his passive behavior and again tries to touch him, but he avoids it. “Don’t be like that. Besides, it was years ago. I don’t even date him anymore. He never treated me as good as you. I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” she lies, trying to use her charm to win him over, but heeseung had better places to be and things to do than be inconvenienced by the likes of her.

He rolled his eyes, already losing his patience. “First of all, there’s only one girl allowed to touch me, so keep your hands to yourself. Second, that sounds like a you problem. I got someone great now. Sorry it didn’t work out with you and that douchebag, but I couldn’t care less what you do. You’ll never have me again 'cause I already belong to someone else,” he declares, walking to the counter, ready to order and go home and see you. Already, today was more than what he could deal with. His stupid job and his even stupider ex showing up unexpectedly just ruined everything. The only upside was that you’d be waiting for him at his apartment.

As usual of his nasty ex, she used the opportunity to ruin his night even more. She smirked, taking a picture of heeseung’s back while he was at the counter ordering she posted it out of spite for the way he just treated her and tagged you, knowing you’d been hanging around him by the occasional stories he’d post of you and your name in his followers list she stalked the both of you on your socials and since she was jealous of him moving on with someone else, she knew if you saw him with a girl, it’d stir up some commotion.

After Heeseung had gotten the food and drinks, he was finally headed to see you. He was gonna text but decided against it since he’d be home soon anyway.

He arrived at his place and searched for his keys, giddily unlocking and opening the door. Seeing you, this is what he needed after a long bullshit day and night.

“Hey!” He greets you with a smile, showing you a bag with what you assumed was food.

“Hi,” you replied with a fake smile that he didn’t quite catch as he took off his shoes.

“I had such a shit day, baby” he plops down next to you after setting the food on the small coffee table in the middle of the room.

“I bet” you replied dryly he was in the action of laying his head on your lap when your phone came into view his eyes widened at the photo obviously shocked by what he was seeing.

“What the fuck” he mutters, reaching for your phone and analyzing the picture, stunned by the lowness of his ex. It’s already bad enough that she touched him without his permission, and now she even took pictures and posted them and tagged you?

If he wasn’t already angry running into her he’d be fuming now this was a new level of pettiness.

“Yeah, that’s what I said” You snatched the phone back from him, upset that he had the nerve to act surprised like he wasn’t the one in that picture and also wasn’t the one who fucking stood you up.

“Y/n, hold o-, “ he calls out to you.

“Don’t you owe me no explanation I was going to leave, but I figure since I'm already here, I might as well do it in person whatever we have going on, I want to end it casually hooking up is one thing, but for you to fuck some random girl and then keep me waiting with the hopes of fucking me next is low heeseung, and I am not gonna sit here and be made to look like a fool” you sat up grabbing your stuff and heeseung did too immediately holding your wrist and holding you still. “Let go,” you resisted, shaking his hand off.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, but I want to give you one. What you saw, that’s bullshit. My ex took that and then posted it. She did it on purpose-“

You cut him off laughing hysterically because he must really think you’re fucking stupid. “Save it, heeseung. I don’t need to hear it. Go be happy with your little bar girls.”

Instead of deescalating the situation, he grew frustrated the day finally catching up to him and all the other shit that transpired today, especially now that he knew the evil shit his ex did that was foul even for her to sabotage him like that, and the worst part is that it fucking worked cause you saw it and now you wouldn’t let him explain.

His brows grew taut as he ran a hand through his hair. “Y/n, just listen to me, ple-“

You sighed, not in the mood to hear any more of his bullshit excuses. If he wanted other girls, he could have them, but you would have no dealings with him anymore. “I’m over it.”

And that was it, his last ounce of self-control out the window just like that. “Oh okay, you’re over it, but when you want to be draped all over guys at the club, that’s okay,” he scoffed, and you turned to look at him, offended by his choice of words and also not expecting him to speak to you like that when he never has before. “A girl takes one picture of me, and it’s a problem. You and I are not even together, so why the fuck does it matter anyway.”

Now, that hurt your feelings more than you’d like to admit, but he was right. You had no say in what he did. “I see you with other girls, too, so what does it matter? It doesn’t, and I never made you wait a whole fucking hour after I texted you. I was coming over to see you, and I sure never fucked a guy before seeing you,” you said angrily.

“I can’t be sure of that. Who knows? You probably did fuck someone before me, and now you’re projecting 'cause I’d never do that shit to you, y/n, and you know that.”

“Oh, and now I’m projecting how sweet,” you fake smiled at him.

“Well, you’re sitting here bitching about how long I made you wait and how I’m seeing other girls. You sure I even have time for you at all? If I had known you’d be this fucking needy, I would have never fucked you, to begin with,” he didn’t even know what he was saying at the time, but the argument took a complete turn, and he let everything get to him the anger from today the jealousy the hurt over the way you were speaking to him and not believing him.

It was all a mess, and the initial conversation was seemingly lost at this point.

The things he was bringing up should have been a calm conversation about his feelings and where your guy's relationship was headed, but instead, this happened, and he couldn’t just stop before he said some fucked up shit.

Your throat dried up at that unable to form an argument back cause now your anger had calmed and the only thing you could feel was regret and sadness.

You couldn’t believe he really felt that way about you.

Just when you thought he might feel the same for you, he says that only further proving that he had no real attachment to you other than using your body for sex and a quick nut.

“Since you’re so thirsty for attention and dick, then why don’t you get the fuck out? Go run off to your friend Sunghoon. I’m sure he’d be happy to provide stop wasting time on me, who’s out apparently fucking other girls.”

The room had gone dead silent tears were welling in your eyes from his words, but you just had to get back at him for all the foul shit he had just said to you. Besides, it didn’t matter. You and him were definitely, without a doubt, done after this. “You’re right. I will go to Sunghoon. He’s more loyal and better in bed than you could ever even dream of fuck you, Lee heeseung” You gave him the finger as you walked out and slammed his door shut.

Fuck.

Heeseung thought this was not the way it was supposed to go.

His hands were shaking from all the anger running through his body and he took it out on the first thing he laid his eyes on.

He grabbed the bag of food he bought specifically for you, slamming it on the ground and stopping it. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He shouted loudly, probably too loud for his apparent complex, but he didn’t give a fuck.

He just lost the one person he cared about he had no fucks to give right now.

Feeling hopeless, he sat back down on the couch after his outburst. Now, the sadness started to settle in as he buried his head in his hands, sniffling softly, his eyes filling with hot tears, showing just how much everything in the day had affected him.

He wanted to chase after you, but after that, what could he even say to redeem himself?

Why did he talk to you like that?

Why wouldn’t you just hear him out?

And more importantly, why weren’t you here right now, sitting next to him on the couch, watching some stupid show you both liked and eating like he planned?

But what does it matter now anyway? Apparently, you like Sunghoon more than him, and the thought makes his heart ache the fact that you were seeing and fucking someone other than him breaking him inside, but he shouldn’t be affected by it cause, after all, you and him were just casual

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[andvys]

The edges of your soul (I haven't seen yet) ⭐︎ chapter seven

⭐︎ Fall back into place. Fall back...

Warnings: hurt/comfort, mentions of sex, mentions of sex toys, post apocalypse au, mentions of death, mentions of cheating (past relationships), grumpy x sunshine

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Your first solo trip with Steve goes a little wrong and yet it pushes you closer... much closer than ever before.

Word count: 10.6k+

Author's note: Things are heating up y'all, we're getting closer and closer to the good stuff hehe. give @hellfire--cult some loving she deserves it, she helped and wrote a lot here !!!!

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“There’s a gun store about two miles from here. If we go now, we can make it back before it gets dark.” Eddie explains as he points his finger at the map, tracing the road on it to the required destination. “If not then we gotta find shelter for the night but we’re definitely not getting through that with the RV.” The look on his face is skeptical as he looks up at the blocked highway. Time froze here just like it did in most places. Cars and trucks litter the highway, making it impossible to find a passageway in between. 

Nancy’s eyebrows are furrowed as she looks down anxiously. 

“Can’t we just try our luck somewhere else?” She asks knowing that you can’t all go together, someone will have to stay back with the RV. 

Steve shakes his head at her. 

“We need the ammo, we have barely any left and who knows what we’ll run into out here.”

“Yeah and we got a long wasteland ahead of us,” you mumble as you fidget with your fingers. 

“Who says we’ll get lucky?” Nancy questions, looking between you and Steve before her eyes fixate on Eddie. “The store might be empty and the town might be crawling with infected.” 

“We have to try, Nancy. We’re also low on food, it’s been weeks since we found anything.” 

You are surviving off your savings now. You’re not sure how many cans of food you got left in the cabinets of the RV. The last time you got lucky was the day you taught them how to successfully kill the infected. You’re just glad that you were able to find water and gas and stock up on that since then. 

But you need more, more gas, more food, more ammo, more guns or else you won’t survive this winter – or barely. The moment you find your way back on the highway with miles and miles of no towns ahead of you, you will be doomed, all of you. You have no option but to try your luck in the nearest small town. 

Nancy sighs, looking up again, she looks between you all before nodding. 

“Fuck. Yeah, yeah okay.” 

A small smile appears on your face and you nod at her, bringing your hand up to her shoulder. 

“Who knows, maybe we’ll find some gas,” you shrug, glancing at the abandoned cars on the road. “I’m sure there’s plenty in the tanks. We’ll just siphon it.” 

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you, his brown eyes flashing with curiosity as Steve eyes you up and down. 

“And what do you know about siphoning, sweetheart?” He smirks a little. “You ever done it before?”

You shake your head, chuckling softly as your eyes meet the curious ones of Steve. He opens his water bottle and brings it up to his lips. 

“Nope. Can’t be too hard though right?” You shrug as you begin to make your way back inside the RV to get your backpack ready. “Just need a hose and do some sucking, easy peasy.”

Steve nearly chokes on his water when Eddie looks at him suggestively after those words leave your lips. His cheeks flush red as the metalhead wiggles his eyebrows at him. 

In the past few weeks, Steve has suffered relentless teasing from him and it’s starting to get on his nerves. Not only do his comments make him feel flustered, they also make him blush… constantly. Ever since he saw you stuffing those panties into your backpack, his body had been acting weird. His stomach constantly flutters, his cheeks heat up when he sees more of your skin than he should, when his eyes unwillingly fall onto your butt whenever you bend over to tie your shoelaces or to pick something up. 

Steve knows that he is deprived. That his body craves to feel the touch of another, to feel the warmth of someone else, to feel the touch of gentle hands on his skin. You happen to be the only option around he can fixate himself on in this way. At least that’s what he tells himself. 

By the way Eddie’s lips curl into an evil smirk, Steve just knows that something dirty is about to fall from his mouth. 

“Bet she knows a lot about that,” he cackles as he folds the map and presses it against Steve’s chest, forcing him to take it. “Who knows, maybe you’ll find out.” Eddie shrugs. 

Steve huffs at the metalhead, shaking his head in annoyance. Though his cheeks still flush a deep red. 

Nancy rolls her eyes at them both, uncrossing her arms, she walks away from them both and follows you inside. 

“Guess it’s me and her then?” Steve murmurs, avoiding the teasing eyes of his friend. 

Eddie hums, still smirking. 

“Yep, you and sunshine,” he chuckles as he taps his shoulder. He looks up into the sky, noting the dark clouds. “And you better not waste any time, looks like luck isn’t on our side today.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows, and he tilts his head up. A frown appears on his face, the grey sky indicates incoming rain. The gust of wind that hits him is cold, icy. 

“Alright,” Steve nods, having hope that you will make it to the town and back before it starts to rain. “We better get going then.”

Eddie nods. 

“We’ll park the RV behind the trees over there and wait there until you get back,” Eddie points out to the nearby forest. 

Steve looks to where he’s pointing at and he nods. 

“We might have to set up camp somewhere else if it starts raining… or worse storming.” Steve mumbles, not feeling very fond of the idea to spend a night with you alone. 

When he turns back to Eddie, he finds him smirking yet again, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Oh, I’m sure that’s gonna be such a problem, man. Forced proximity with a hot girl? That’s awful. Hopefully your clothes stay on.” 

Steve wants to hit him. He wants to hit him so badly. For teasing him the way that he is. For calling you hot. 

Eddie chuckles at the glare that is directed at him. He is enjoying this more than he probably should. 

He slaps Steve’s shoulder, pushing him back towards the RV. 

“Come on, grab your protection, you’ll need it.” Eddie mumbles, trying not to smirk at his own words. He feels Steve’s eyes on him and when he tilts his head at him, he finds him glaring harder than before. 

Eddie lifts his shoulders innocently, “what? I was talking about your gear. Get your mind out of the gutter, King Steve. Jeez.” 

Steve huffs, rolling his eyes. 

“Mhmm sure you were, Munson.” 

Nancy arms are crossed, her back pressed against the wall beside the window as she watches you. You seem unfazed, fastening your thigh holster and securing the gun inside before you reach for your jacket. A leather jacket Eddie had found in an abandoned car a few days ago, claiming that it was made for you. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” 

You turn around to face Nancy, instantly noticing the worried look in her eyes – she tries not to show it but it’s there. You know the worry is mostly reserved for Steve. 

“We have to.” 

You throw your backpack on and step closer to her, placing your hand on her shoulder. 

“I’m used to scavenging. I’ve survived big cities before. This is nothing,” you shrug, smiling at her. “And don’t worry about Steve, I’ll bring him back in one piece.” 

Nancy tilts her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows. 

It’s not just him she worries about. 

“I want both of you back in one piece.” She frowns, shaking her head a little as she uncrosses her arms. “I don’t like it when you go out there.” 

Your eyes soften. A comfortable feeling spreads inside of you, something warm. 

Nancy is confused by the look of surprise in your features. You’re eying her like you don’t understand why she is so worried about you. 

She doesn’t know that no one ever did, no one except your family. 

You shrug and slowly back away, smiling reassuringly. 

“I always come back.” You grab onto the straps of your backpack. “Nothing can get me.” 

“That…” Nancy hesitates, frowning even deeper than before. “That doesn’t comfort me in any way.” 

A chuckle falls from your lips as you start to make your way out of the RV. Walking down the steps, you look over your shoulder. 

“The glass is always half empty for you isn’t it? Have a little faith in me, Nancy.” 

She rolls her eyes at you, though she can’t hold back the smile. 

“I do.” 

Eddie’s chuckle grabs your attention. You turn towards him to find him whispering something into Steve’s ear. The latter pushes him away, rolling his eyes and scoffing loudly before he walks away from him and past you, mumbling something about grabbing his stuff. 

Normally, you would have thought nothing of it but the flushed cheeks and the embarrassed look in his eyes reminds you of the day when he walked into the half naked mannequins. 

Both your eyes and Nancy’s follow his figure until he disappears into the RV. 

Nancy looks amused as she turns to Eddie, whose grin is wide and his eyes are filled with mischief. 

You raise your eyebrows at the metalhead, questioning him with your eyes but he only shrugs at you. 

“What…” 

“Ready?” Steve comes back out with a backpack slung over his shoulder, his nailed bat tucked into it. He fixes the strap on his rifle as he stops beside you. 

You nod, trying to look into his eyes though he avoids your gaze. You notice how flushed his cheeks still are. You know that whatever Eddie had said to him, flustered him and you wondered what it could probably be. 

You breathe in slowly and take another look at the smug metalhead. He winks at you, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively which only makes you more confused, especially when Steve scoffs again. 

“Uh… yeah, I’m ready.” 

“Alright,” Steve murmurs under his breath. He nods at Nancy and then at Eddie but not without rolling his eyes at him once more. He taps your back two times, nodding at the road ahead of you. 

“Let’s do this.” 

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Another house, another disappointment. Even the stores are almost empty, except for a few cans and bottles here and there. You haven’t made it to the gun store yet but you already know that Steve lost hope already, he didn’t say it but you can see it in his eyes and how the hope slowly fades after walking out of yet another building with empty hands and an unfilled backpack. 

You’re strolling through empty streets, of something that once used to be a busy town – you can tell by the many stores on the main street. Broken windows and messes litter the little shops that once were neat and pretty to look at. Cars are parked in front of the stores, windows broken and doors left open. 

There is nothing here. 

It’s a ghost town, just like any other you have come across. 

The sound of your footsteps and Steve’s heavy sighs are the only sign of life here. Not even monsters or infected seem to be around. 

You tighten the grip on your machete, still looking around, trying to spot something that could be of importance.

“I hate to admit it,” you pause and take a deep breath. You avoid his eyes when you feel them on you. “But maybe Nancy was right.” 

To your surprise, Steve chuckles and shrugs. 

“Don’t tell her that, she’ll say ‘I told you so’ with that annoying smug look on her face.”

A soft laugh falls from your lips, and you nod. 

He looks under the cars to make sure that nothing won’t crawl out from under there. The two lines between his eyebrows are prominent. His shoulders are tense, his whole body is. 

There is a shop on the far end of the street, right next to something that once used to be a liquor store. It peaks your interest. You furrow your brows and squint your eyes, trying to see better. 

“Let’s check this out,” you murmur and lift up your machete, pointing at the shop with the sharp end of your blade. 

Steve’s eyes follow where you’re pointing, and he can’t tell what it is from this distance. His sight is getting blurry every time he tries to look far ahead. Consequences of the many concussions he probably had through the years.

“Lead the way,” he states and quickly comes to regret it when only a few steps later, you both halt before the shop. It takes him a minute or two to realize what you have led him to. His cheeks warm at the sight of things displayed on the showcase. The red colors, the fuzzy material, the… toys. He blinks a few times, trying to swallow the embarrassment creeping up inside of him as he looks up at the sign that once used to glow in the night; Girls, Girls, Girls. Adult Store.

A giggle falls from your lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. He tilts his head down and looks at you. He doesn’t know why but the sight before him feels a little unexpected. He didn’t think that your eyes would shine at the sight of… well… that. He also didn’t think that you would react so calmly to something like this, especially compared to him. 

He doesn’t have to look at his own reflection to know that his cheeks are a furious red. 

And it’s not that he’s a stranger to… sexual things but he has also become very timid as he got older. The past few years have also changed for him, he can’t even remember the last time he touched someone or even thought about touching someone. 

As he stares at you, at the mischievous look on your face, the sparkling eyes and the teasing grin that begins to form on your lips, he wonders about you. He wonders about the experiences you had before this world or even after. He wonders what you have been like and what kind of things you have been up to. If you had been dating around, if you had something serious going on or if you preferred casual. 

He never asked himself these things before and with good reason but now he can’t help but wonder and let his mind race.

He always deemed you as shy, maybe even innocent. 

But it doesn’t seem like it now, quite the opposite. 

“We should go inside–”

He opens his mouth to speak, wanting to protest and stop you from making his case even more awkward but he doesn’t even get the chance to. You grab your crowbar from your backpack, putting your machete away, you easily pick the lock. 

Steve brings his hand up to the back of his neck, scratching it awkwardly as he looks around. He clears his throat as he tries to sound casual, nonchalant, when he is anything but. 

“W-What’d you want in there, sunshine?” He asks and almost cringes at himself for the shakiness in his voice. 

You open the door with ease and step inside after taking a peek first, making sure that it’s not infested with something. You look over your shoulder, grinning widely as you wiggle your eyebrows. 

“I don’t know but the dildo section is funny.” You say before you walk inside, leaving him in the doorway stunned. 

His eyes are wide as he stares at your back, bouncing back and forth on his feet as something flushes deeply through him. 

So this isn’t your first time visiting one of these shops. 

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, shaking his head. 

“We’re wasting time here… or are you trying to take out infected with dildos in the future?” 

Your giggle sounds through the store, making his own lips curl slightly, easing the tension within him. 

“It’s worth a try! Now come inside, Steve!” You call out to him. “Please…!”

This is insane. This is crazy. Not even before all this, before the world went to shit, did Steve step foot inside a sex shop. He can’t lie though, it always made him a little curious. 

He sighs and takes another look around before he decides to step inside. 

“Fine..” He murmurs under his breath and closes the door behind him. He clears his throat as he follows the sound of your footsteps. “Where are you…?”

His cheeks are still flushed, heating up more and more after each step that he takes. Toys, whips and chains are all across the store. A variety of handcuffs hang on the walls. A section of roleplay outfits are on his left. This seems to be the only store untouched. 

“Guess sex shops aren’t a hit in the apocalypse,” Steve mumbles quietly, though loud enough for you to hear. 

“Not many freaks around… or at least those kinds of freaks.” 

He follows the sound of your voice and your laugh. 

The fact that you even suggested trying your luck here tells him that you are one of those freaks left in this world. Not in a bad way. 

Steve halts in his tracks when he finds you in the little adult movies section – it’s similar to the one back in Hawkins in Family Video, minus the red curtain. You already grabbed one of the cowboy hats from the roleplay section and put it on your head. Steve would have laughed if he didn’t feel so flustered about this whole situation. 

“Everyone I did last summer.” 

Steve furrows his eyebrows as he stares at the back of your head. 

With a giggle you turn around to look at the man behind you, holding up the tape in your head, showing him the title. 

“Is that your movie?” 

Steve’s face falls into a glare, his head falls to the side as a humorless laugh escapes his mouth, “ha ha.” 

Your eyes crinkle and you laugh again, turning back around. 

He places his hands on his hips and sighs. He can’t remember the last time he did someone, certainly not this year or last. 

“The Sperminator,” you snort. 

Steve looks up at the ceiling, huffing. “Jesus Christ.” 

“The Bone Ranger–”

“Sunshine, we’re wasting our time here!”

You turn around with a frown on your face, pouting softly at him, “take it easy, cowboy. You need a little laugh.”

His eyes fall to your lips for a second before he looks into your eyes. Mistake number one.

“Do you hear me laughing?” 

You shrug and step closer to him, raising your hand up to the pink cowboy hat. You take it off and take another step closer to him. You don’t notice how his breathing hitches or how his eyes widen slightly at the sudden closeness. You rise to your tippy toes and place the hat on his head. 

For a second and only for a second, he lets himself look at you from up close. He takes in the color of your eyes, the dimple on your right cheek, the frown between your eyebrows, the softness of your skin. He digs his nails into his palms and takes a deep breath without meaning to breathe your soft scent in. He doesn’t know how but you always smell good, even without the luxury of every day showers, you always smell good. Sweet and floral – intoxicating. Mistake number two.

“There,” you smile sweetly before you take a step back, pulling him out of his little trance. “Cowboy.” 

He raises his eyebrows at the adoring look on your face and the tension slowly eases in him when he notices how you cower back slowly the longer you look at him. The smile slowly fades and your eyes shine with something different, no longer displaying the mischief from before. You are starting to look… flustered. 

Oh. 

Oh…

“You know what, sunshine?” He murmurs as his lips now curl into a smirk. “I’m starting to think you have a thing for cowboys.”

Your wide eyes and your parted lips are the giveaway. Your throat bobs when you swallow and you stutter, unable to form a sentence. 

“I…” You mumble and turn around, trying not to show your blushing face. “I don’t.” You walk away faster than you did after you walked in on him after his shower and it’s amusing to say the least. He can’t even help but chuckle… loudly. 

A part of him wants to follow you and tease you about it but he pushes his mean side away… for now. The smile still stays on his face and he continues to chuckle even as he turns in the other direction to look for the storage room in hopes of finding something valuable. Though he doubts that he will find anything of importance for this world in here. 

But to his surprise he ends up finding some snacks, some that probably belonged to the staff in here. Pringles and expired chocolate bars along with some cans of soda – it can’t get better than this. Wrong. He also finds batteries, probably for all the sex toys. He stuffs them all into his backpack. He checks out a few more shelves and cabinets before he walks back into the store to look for you. 

He finds you crouching down before your backpack, stuffing something inside that he can’t see. 

“You’re not packing whips and chains are you?” Steve asks, startling you. 

You look over your shoulder, surprised to see him still wearing the hat. You shake your head at him, holding back your chuckle. 

“No. Believe it or not but I found normal clothes – well, as normal as they can get for here.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, “you don’t say?”

You shrug and pull a pair of shorts out, showing them to him. The color reminds him of something he owned once. 

“Are these for me?”

You draw back and tilt your head to the side, chuckling. “No, silly! These are too small!”

“Oh…” He scratches the back of his head. “Uh… they just reminded me of my school shorts.”

“Primary?” You ask as you put them back into your backpack. 

Steve blinks at you, not answering the question. 

“...Middle?”

Silence. 

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen. “Holy shit, Steve! Don’t tell me they made you wear these shorts in high school!” 

Steve shrugs, chuckling awkwardly. 

“Now that I think about it, it’s kind of creepy.” 

You nod with wide eyes. You push yourself off the floor and throw the backpack on. Not saying anything for a moment as you look at him. Your mind unwillingly conjures up images of him in those green shorts, short and tight. You can’t help but giggle, which makes him frown in confusion. 

“I kinda wanna see how they look on you.” 

His wide eyes make you giggle even louder. 

“Uh yeah, that’s not happening!” 

“Why not?” You pout again, making him shake his head harder. 

“Don’t do this.” He points at you. 

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t pout at me like that.”

You pout even deeper and bat your eyelashes at him, “why, is it working?”

Steve huffs, trying to glare into your eyes. He opens his mouth to protest but you tilt your head even further and you look over his shoulder with furrowed eyebrows. 

You push past him and he turns around curiously. 

“Holy shit, this thing is huge!” 

Steve almost chokes on his spit when you grab one of the toys, a dildo. Your hand wrapped around it tightly. 

He blinks a few times. Heat spreads within his chest and a smugness he tries to push away rises up inside of him the more he looks at the silicone dildo, in the shape of a penis. Veins and all. 

“I… uh… you’d say that’s big?”

“Yeah?! Look at it!” You say as you hold it before his face, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

How you are so nonchalant about this, he doesn’t understand but he is amused and even more than that, he is intrigued. 

His lips curl into a slight smirk. He places one hand on his hip as he looks down, clearing his throat. 

“Alrighty then.”

-

The gun store was empty, just like Nancy had suspected. You left nearly empty handed. The only things you have found were a few stray bullets that had probably fallen out from the boxes when people grabbed them in the rush. You found two knives, a hunting knife and a butterfly. You grabbed a new thigh holster and a belt but that’s all. You couldn’t find the ammo that you needed nor any guns or rifles. 

The only food you found was the single cans and the snacks Steve found. 

You can’t help but feel a little defeated. You hoped, you really hoped that you would find valuable things, that you could stock up on enough food and ammo for the next few days at least but you got nothing. And it worries you. The last winter was rough and you barely made it out alive. Now you not only have to worry about yourself but also about your friends. 

“Hey…” 

Steve’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You have been walking in silence for the past twenty minutes or so. As you lift your head to look at him, the loud rumble of thunder makes you flinch as a raindrop falls on your cheek and rolls down. 

“This doesn’t look good.” His voice is unsure and filled with anxiety as he looks up into the darkened sky. The clouds start moving faster and faster. The wind blows through the streets, whirling up all the dust and the dirt covering the ground. 

You lift your arm up quickly to protect your eyes. 

The lightning is red and the thunder becomes louder and louder, moving closer as the seconds pass. 

Your heart leaps to your throat when a loud crash sounds through the trees in the woods next to the highway. The cracking sound indicates the falling trees. 

Shivers run down your spine and you swallow harshly. 

“That doesn’t sound good either,” you murmur worriedly as you look up at him. 

He swallows the growing lump in his throat. There is a long road ahead of you both and you don’t have the time to get back to the RV in time before the storm hits. You just made it back on the highway but you still got miles and miles to your destination. 

The rain starts falling slowly at first. Rolling down your cold cheeks softly. Goosebumps rise up on your skin. 

Despite the incoming storm, Steve’s hazel eyes flash with relief, “the good thing is, we don’t have to worry about any creatures… They don’t come out when it rains.” 

“Yeah…”

Steve taps your shoulder as he picks up the pace, clinging onto the hope that you might still get the chance to make it to the RV before it starts storming. 

Your footsteps echo through the empty roads. Your breathing gets heavy and your heart starts pounding. 

When the storm hits and it will hit, you will have no shelter. There is nothing around except for the woods, which isn’t a safe option at all. The red bolts of lightning crash into the trees, causing them to fall. 

“We can–” Before he can even finish his sentence, the rain starts pouring, crashing down onto you both, soaking through your clothes almost instantly. “Fuck!” Steve curses as the cold water hits his face. 

The adrenaline that surges through you makes you immune to the coldness in this moment. You don’t feel it. Not at all. You don’t feel the chilled, icy rain. You don’t even feel the fear anymore as you both start running. 

Your boots hit the ground harshly, water splattering into every direction. 

There is nothing in sight. No gas station. No house. Just the road and the trees and the cars blocking the highway in the distance. 

“We can find shelter in one of the cars!” Steve yells through the rain, squinting his eyes. 

You nod desperately, not wanting to feel the rain anymore on your head. The water drops are heavy and strong and you cannot keep running forever. The moment you stop, you know you will become cold, and you prefer to stop inside a place than out in the rain. 

Another loud crash sounds through the streets, making your heart and your whole body jolt. Only when Steve looks over your shoulder and you take in his wide eyes, do you realize that the lightning crashed into the ground where you had been not even a few seconds ago. 

“C’mon!” He reaches his hand out to you, wrapping it around your own, he holds it tightly and pulls you closer to him as he picks up the pace. 

You don’t feel anything, not even after the crash. No fear. But you feel him. You feel the warmth of his hand. You feel safe. You feel secure, and when he gives your hand a squeeze, you feel something you have never felt before, yet you didn’t know what to call it just yet. 

You let him lead you once you make it to the blocked part of the highway. He holds your hand tightly as he looks for a car that has no broken windows. 

You both barely see through the pouring rain and the darkness as the sky takes on the color of the night. 

“There!” He pushes you towards a black BMW and opens the door to the backseat. You waste no time and get inside, pulling it at his forearm, dragging him in. He shuts the door quickly, muffling the sound of the rain and the crashing of thunder, just a little bit. 

It’s not much more silent in here as it is outside, the rain paddles so loudly against the roof of the car and the windows. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breaths. 

“Fuck…” Steve murmurs as he closes his eyes for a moment. Bringing his arms up to the front seat, he leans his forehead against it. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper, reaching out to touch his back. 

Your own heart is nearly beating out of your chest, your throat is hurting from breathing in the cold air while running. Your hands are shaking from the cold, just like the rest of your body was starting to do but you worry more about him. 

Steve nods. 

He takes a few deep breaths and keeps his eyes closed for a minute or so. 

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m okay.” He mumbles and leans back. He opens his eyes and takes a look at you. Your lips are blue and trembling, your face is soaked just like your hair and all your clothes are. You’re shaking like a leaf and he isn’t even sure if you have realized it yet because your whole face is etched with worry for him. 

His eyes soften and that unwanted feeling surges through him. Mistake number three.

The raging storm and the strong rain tells him that you won’t get out of here any time soon. You’re stuck here for the next hours, even until the next morning. 

“Take your clothes off, sunshine.” 

“W-What?” Your eyes widen, completely stunned at the sudden request. 

Steve removes his backpack and throws it on the passenger’s seat. He looks around the car, trying to find a cover or a blanket. He finds one tucked under his seat, a small one but it will have to suffice. 

He takes his jacket off and throws it into the front seat. 

“We’ll catch hypothermia if we don’t,” he mumbles as he kicks off his shoes before his hands make their way to his belt. “We can’t afford to get sick… And we’re stuck here till the morning. The storm isn’t passing any time soon and even if, we won’t go out there in the middle of the night.”

Embarrassment filled you from head to toe, but you knew he was right. You knew the two of you needed some heat, and you cannot do it with drenched clothes. You nod slowly, feeling shy and the memory of him half naked already filled your mind. 

“I won’t look.” He promises, blushing himself when he takes his soaked pants off. “Now take them off or you’ll feel even colder.” 

You push yourself out of your stupor and swallow the nervousness down. You tear your eyes away from him and look down at your wet clothes. You throw your backpack down and tear your jacket off. Only as your fingers reach your shoelaces do you realize just how cold you are. Your hands are shaking. Your whole body is shaking. 

A pained whimper falls from your lips when you take your shirt off, despite it being covered by the jacket, it’s soaked through as though you took a swim in the lake. 

Steve’s belt clinks when he throws his pants into the front of the car. 

You shiver even more when your soaked hair touches your bare back after you take the last bit of your clothes off, leaving you in just your bra and your panties. If it wasn’t for these circumstances, you would be blushing like crazy, flustered to your core. But you can’t bring yourself to care about the lack of clothes on your skin because once the adrenaline wears off, your weakness kicks in. 

Your fingers start to feel numb and the shakiness in your body refuses to subside. You bring your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. 

You flinch when you feel something soft around you. 

“Here,” Steve whispers after wrapping the blanket around your shoulders without looking at you. 

You look down at the white blanket and instantly bring your hands up to it, tugging it closer. 

“I-I can share.” 

Your teeth clatter and Steve knows that this tiny blanket won’t help much. He didn’t want to look but when he turns to you and he sees just how strongly your shoulders are shaking and your hands are trembling, making his chest hurt at the sight.

He tries not to look at your skin or at the color of your underwear that peeks out from under the blanket. He tries not to look at you in that way. He tries not to look at you. Not now.

“It’s so cold…” You whisper as you rub your hands, trying to find warmth somehow. 

Steve clenches his jaw. He feels angry at himself for getting into this situation, for not deciding to look for shelter back in the town. This could have been prevented. 

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He ignores the rumble of thunder outside and the rain. He is too focused on you and on your trembling body and he knows what he has to do. 

He knows it. 

And it won’t mean anything. It cannot mean anything.

He just doesn’t want you to suffer like this. 

He huffs and takes another deep breath before he turns to you, reaching out to you softly. 

“C’mere, sunshine.” 

You look down at his hand before you tilt your head up to look at him as he tugs you closer. 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Yes.” You whisper without a second of hesitation, without an ounce of dishonesty in your voice. 

Another thing that makes his eyes soften and his chest warm. 

His lips twitch as he reaches both arms out, tugging you closer with ease. He grabs your sides over the blanket and lifts you up and onto his body, making you straddle him. 

To his surprise, you instantly latch onto him, curling into his body and wrapping your arms around him like it’s a familiar place. You bury your face in his neck and press your chest against his, clinging to him after wrapping the blanket around him too. 

A sigh falls from your lips, “thank you, Stevie,” you whisper into his neck. 

He blinks. 

His body is a little stiff, his heart frozen in his chest as it stops beating for a second as he feels the beating of your own. Your skin on his. Your hands on him. Your breath on his neck. Your lips on his neck. 

Only now did he realize how cold he was as well. Feeling your warmth against him, the natural heat of your body soothed him. He sighed in relief, not having noticed his own discomfort, his own shivering because he worried about you. But he tells himself that he would worry for Eddie this way too. As well as Nancy.

“Shit, didn’t think it would be so fucking cold…” He mumbles and you notice the slight tremble in his tone, making you breathe hot puffs of breath on his neck. A sigh escapes his lips as he relaxes a little more, hoping that you two can get out of this without getting sick. You can’t afford getting ill in the middle of the road, not now. 

“This– This is what we get for not wanting to waste another day–” You stutter, and you feel his hands rub up and down your back, warming his palms in the process and trying to give the same to you. His eyes are fixed on the roof of the car, begging that you would not press yourself any closer to him in the lower region because the hotter his body gets, the better his blood flows all over his veins.

But his prayers are not heard when you seek more heat, moving your hips against him. He chokes a bit on his saliva as he tries to hold in the obscene sound that are about to come out of his lips. He knew it would be a matter of minutes before you said something, so he one upped you.

“Don’t be alarmed… and don’t move a lot on me, Sunshine.” He warns, making you frown as you lift your head from his shoulder to look at him.

“What–?”

“The cold, and I’m… I’m just human. If you feel it, ignore it.” He is looking away from you, a blush all over his cheeks. You aren’t sure what was happening, your body still shivering a bit from the cold.

“What are you talk–” and you move just a bit to try to inspect what is going on, maybe on his chest, or somewhere that hurts but, no. It isn’t that. He isn’t hurting. Right under you, there is a bulge. Now that heats your entire body up in ways you haven’t felt in a while. Your shivering stops immediately, nervousness, embarrassment, shyness, all of that invades your senses, “O-Oh…”

He grunts as he shakes his head, “don’t overthink it… It doesn’t mean anything Sunshine, it isn’t like that…” 

Your ego feels squashed a bit. You understand that thinking about these things in moments like this, or with the world as it is, is not the brightest move, or even rational, but as Steve states, you are still human. Yet, the fact he made it a point that it was not being caused because of you, and just because of the cold, felt like a punch to your gut. 

Needing to be distracted, to make the tension go away, you spoke as you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder again.

“How were you before the world turned to shit, Steve?”

“Huh?” He snaps out of his embarrassment as he looks your way, turning his head. Your faces are close, but the hot breaths soothes the shivering of lips, warming yourselves up.

“Like… dating and stuff. Did you date?” He gulps as he looks forward, the rain falling on the windshield. Should he tell you? It seems like Nancy didn’t, so maybe she wanted to keep it a secret or… he doesn’t know.

“I dated once.” You tilt your head at him, curious now that he is opening up to you. One of those rare instances that he did.

“What happened?” He debates whether to tell you the truth or sugar coat it, not wanting to tarnish Nancy’s image. He clears his throat a bit, deciding to put it nice for you.

“Um… She chose someone else.” He simply says and it makes you frown a bit, still a little confused.

“While dating you?” He freezes a bit at how sharp you are, taking a deep breath in.

“We were going through a rough patch anyways… so kinda, but not quite.” He finishes and you feel anger inside of you a bit. Who would cheat like that? Why him?

“Did you love her?” He chuckles at that and moves his head a bit from side to side.

“Yeah… But it was puppy love. High school and all that…” And you nod a bit, trying to calm the nerves that appeared in your belly a bit, not knowing why. So Steve has been in love before. That was a new perspective of him that you didn’t know about and you wondered… you wondered if she knew that she might have made a mistake. You hoped that whoever she was, that she would regret it every day. You knew that Steve was hurt from this, it’s impossible he hadn’t, be it puppy love or not.

And you know that pain as well.

“Yeah… I know about that…” Your answer was not expected, making him frown a bit.

“What do you mean by that?” You hum a bit, trying not to move a lot on top of him just as he requested. The shivering and trembles are gone by now, noticing how the conversation made the two of you relax and just take in the warmth of each other.

“I had a boyfriend… not high school, but a little after that… He was nice at first…” You started and he was staring back forward as you talked with your head on his shoulder. “But then– then he called me immature… a child… too positive. Blind to reality or some shit like that. He cheated on me after that and I didn’t find out until much later.”

And Steve’s eyes widened a bit, guilt creeping up in his throat as he remembered what he called you that night, under the rain, in front of Robin’s grave. You looked distraught and now he knew the reason. He found out why it had hurt you the way it did, why you didn’t want to talk to him for so long after it. He made you remember something painful, an insecurity that someone engraved in your brain.

“Shit– I–” He started, but you lifted your head from his shoulder, shaking your head with a small smile.

“No, no… you didn’t know. You didn’t know it would strike a nerve in me because of this.” And his palm on your back tightened slightly, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m still sorry and– for the record, I don’t think being positive is immature…” You’re surprised at his words, frowning slightly.

“You don’t?” He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

“Hell no… the way you are, in this timeline, with the world ending around us… I think you are the bravest out of the four of us.” And you felt your heart skip a beat, looking at him in a way that you weren’t aware of. A way where your eyes were sparkling with stars, with amusement.

“Brave?”

“It takes balls to be hopeful nowadays… Look around you, Sunshine. It’s a wasteland, and you still get happy finding kit kats in abandoned stores.” 

You were stunned into silence as his eyes were still looking forward, not glancing at how you were looking at him. You were afraid he would be able to feel the beating of your heart, how it was slowly quickening as you stared at him.

“I–”

“Even going into a fucking sex shop, I mean– Who the fuck does that in the apocalypse?” You burst into laughter at the comment, prompting Steve to also start laughing, feeling the rumbling of his chest beneath your fingertips. The laughter died after a few seconds and you laid your head back down on his shoulder.

“I lost all hope when Robin died,” he says softly, a shaky breath leaves his lips right after. “I was scared of it… I still am. Having it means that you might end up disappointed or hurt and I don’t wanna feel that way again… I felt it too many times…”

You furrow your eyebrows as you wonder what other times he is talking about – not knowing about Nancy. About how he hoped his parents would return and come back for him, how he hoped that he could still find happiness after getting to California with his family, with his friends, with his soulmate only for it all to be ripped apart and away from him. Literally. 

Steve shudders but this time not from the cold but from your comforting hand on his bicep and from the soft look in your eyes as you looked back at him. 

“You can’t live in fear of that… You have to have some hope. If not, life will be just miserable.”

His lips slowly curl into a smile before he starts chuckling. The gaze in his eyes softens the longer he looks at you. He can’t even stop himself from reaching his hand out to your face, pushing away the hair that fell before your eyes. 

“Yeah,” he whispers as his fingertips graze your skin. “Thanks to you I started realizing that.”

Your ears burn from the touch of his hand, your stomach flutters from the look in his eyes but curiosity beats every emotion in you. 

“Thanks to me…?”

He retracts a bit, pulling his hand away again when he realizes how he craves to touch more. He clears his throat and nods. 

“I mean… I have to have hope we reach California… If I go all pessimistic about it, I will probably get myself killed.” 

You feel a tinge of disappointment, you can’t help it. You hoped his answer would be another but you understand it, so you nod your head. 

“Yeah…”

California. The community. 

That’s their destination, not yours. 

Your destination is Nevada and your childhood home. You want to see your family and be with them. That was always the plan. 

Eddie and Nancy keep telling you that you will get them and continue your way to California but you don’t know if your family will want that. 

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks when he notices how much your face fell. 

You blink and look into his eyes again.

“The community… I-I will miss you guys,” you whisper, not struggling to show your feelings. “Once I reach my house, you will continue while we… will probably stay there. I don’t think they’d ever leave their little ranch.”

And suddenly it dawns on him like it hasn’t before… at all. He has gotten so used to you in these past two months or so that he forgot that you don’t share the same destination. Dread spreads through him so quickly that it startles him. 

“I don’t want you to stay there,” he blurts out before he can even consider different words. “I-I want you to come with us, you and your family.”

Your brows pull together as your eyes widen. All the disappointment and the doubt from before disappearing easily. 

“You want me there…?”

Steve hesitates when he sees the way you look at him. Even in this darkness, he can see the softness in your pretty eyes. He can feel what it does inside of him and he can’t have that. He just can’t.

“I– yes, because… Eddie. He will look like a kicked puppy and cry in a corner.” 

Oh. 

Eddie. Not him. Of course not him. 

You can’t hide the disappointment on your face now, even when you try to smile. You lay your head back on his shoulder and breathe out slowly. 

Guilt boils up inside of him. He knows how hard you are trying to get through to him, how you’re knocking on his heart, wanting to be let in but he can’t, he just can’t let you. And yet, it pains him a little because he knows that if things had been different, if you met under different circumstances and in a world that hasn’t ruined him yet, he wouldn’t have wasted a second to go after you, even if your type is very different from who he is given the cowboy hat and all the comments. 

“Sunshine?” He whispers, squeezing your waist softly. 

“Yeah?” You murmur into his neck. 

“Why cowboys?” 

“Hmm?” You look up at him, a little surprised by his question. He looks down intensely, curious about the answer he awaits from you. “Uh… I don’t know, I just… I guess because they are so… manly and strong… I suppose I like the way they look too… I like this whole western thing.”

He can only chuckle, giving a slight nod your way.

“Understandable. Why do you like it though?” His eyes began to feel heavy, your voice sort of soothing him, calming him down.

“I don’t know, but I loved Clint Eastwood as a child. Like, literally loved him, posters and everything on my walls… Then Han Solo, even without a cowboy hat, the attire was exquisite… Then Silverado… I honestly have no clue when it really started, or why, but I found myself just liking the whole aesthetic… plus the whips… ropes… handcuffs–” You felt your cheeks flush at your words, looking at Steve with shame, only to find him breathing slowly, his eyes closed.

You tilted your head as you started inspecting him. His eyelashes were quite long, his stubble was beginning to look like it needed a shave, and a few wrinkles from his expressions showed on his forehead. Then, the freckles—so many, little moles as well. You moved your head to look around, noticing that they also went to the neck and down his chest, losing themselves in the hairs that resided there.

Your body became hot, licking your lips tentatively as you made sure he was really sleeping. His breaths were still slow, his chest rising up and down calmly, and well… there was no longer a bulge underneath you, so, it was your green light to explore a bit. 

You raised your hand, your fingertips slowly brushing over his cheek. You started to trace his features slowly: under his eyes, the shape of his nose, his jaw, and then his lips. Your heart beat fast inside your chest, and you feared he might wake up from it. Your fingers brushed over them, finding them surprisingly soft despite the lack of chapsticks and Vaseline. There was very little dry skin on the corner, but that was about it. 

He shifted underneath you, and you felt how his grip tightened all around you as if holding a teddy bear. It prompted you to lay on his shoulder again, and you could feel yourself sweat nervously as you pressed yourself against him. You heard a sigh coming from his lips, relaxed, calm, sleepy and you couldn’t help but bask in this little feeling. This closeness you had with him in this moment.

Tomorrow, you will miss this heat… but for now, you can close your eyes and be content in these arms.

—--------------------

When you two woke up the next morning, it felt as if you had the best rest of your lives. A groggy good morning from the both of you, and the warmth from outside helped the car heat up.

It was humid, but you two could not hear any more rain. You both knew you had to keep going, so you got off Steve as he closed his eyes and looked away while you, feeling a little guilty for doing so but you couldn’t help yourself, you glanced all over his body. It wasn’t the time, you had to get out to get dressed so Steve could do so as well.

You winced as you grabbed your clothes and got out of the car, the windows all foggy so Steve couldn’t see you. They were still drenched, but there was no other choice for now, so you put on your shirt, a disgusted groan escaping your lips, only for you to gasp as the coldness of the wet pants hit all over your legs. You heard Steve getting out from the other side, and then his winces as he put his clothes on again.

“Fuck, this feels horrible.” You heard him say, and you turned around to see him throwing his wet shirt on, “ugh, why didn’t we bring a change of clothes again, knowing that there was a chance of rain?”

“Cause we didn’t want to waste space in our bags but now– since we didn’t find shit, it feels fucking stupid we didn’t.” You giggled and he turned around, shaking his head, looking at you.

“We can probably get dry with the sun, at least.” He shrugged and you sighed, opening the door so you could take your belt out with your weapons, putting them on before you threw on your wet jacket, making you pout in discomfort. Steve was doing the same, wanting to ditch the jacket, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know where he would find another one like this. 

“I hate this. I hate wet clothes. I hate it, I hate it.” You complained and Steve chuckled, grabbing the backpack from under his seat, and you did the exact same. He gave a nod your way, signaling that it was time to finally keep moving. 

The clothes felt heavy on you, making it a little harder to walk. You both were breathing heavily, the disappointment of not finding anything at all, and going back in this state only made the mood plummet to the floor.

“You think we can survive with the little food we have until the next town?” He winced at your question, and the answer was no. The next big town was a week or less away, give or take, and they only had a few cans. They would probably starve for one day, maybe two.

“We will survive, but painfully… and if we don’t find anything in that other town then… we might not.” He finally confessed which did nothing to calm your nerves.

“That’s cheerful.” You responded and he sighed as you two kept walking, knowing that the rain had cleared the path for you, still glancing side to side in case something or someone jumping on you both. You looked to your right, noticing big tire marks on the asphalt, and then towards the dirt. Truck tire marks. You looked into the trees, seeing a few completely ripped apart, as if the truck had crashed into them. You stopped walking.

He took some time to notice it, walking a few steps away from you and when he didn’t feel your presence next to him, he finally turned around, frowning as you looked into the woods.

“Sunshine?” 

“I– Come on.” You diverted from your path, following the tire marks and Steve’s eyes widened, following right behind you.

“No, no, no, no. We have to go back to the RV, Eddie and Nancy are probably worried–” You stopped on your tracks and he almost hit your back, looking down at the back of your head. “What are you–”

And when he looked up, a few steps away, there was a massive truck, the size of a shipping container. Those that traveled over the seas in big ships, exporting and importing stuff. And he felt hope. He really felt it. 

“Let’s check it out, we have nothing to lose, just a few more minutes.” You slowly walk forward and Steve quickly steps up and comes in front of you, taking the bat off his belt to get ready in case this was an ambush. But you both looked side to side, not really hearing anything the more you approached the front of the truck, wanting to see if there was anything at all in the driver’s seat.

But you only found the door completely open, dried blood all over the windshield from the inside, then on the windows, and a decomposed corpse on the passenger’s seat. You winced in disgust at the smell, but your heart turned with pain at the sight. They must have been shippers, and from the looks of it, with the bloody map and the military vest on the corpse, you both could assume this was after the world went to shit. 

Steve took a long look at the corpse, and the bones were not even showing yet. Some places only, but overall, this body had not been dead for that long. But this also meant that monsters had lurked around here, and you had to check everything quickly.

“Come on, let’s check the back.” You nodded at his command and you both walked behind the truck. The chain was still secured on the handles, so this meant no one had opened it before. You handed Steve the crowbar and he immediately got to work, trying to pry open the chains to no avail. You bit your lip nervously as you saw that he couldn’t break the lock away with the crowbar. It was massive. 

“Shit…” You looked around as Steve kept trying, only for you to disappear from his side as you rushed to the front. 

“It’s no use– Sunshine?” He turned around and looked to the side of the truck, seeing you fiddle with your fingers nervously, only for you to get inside the driver’s seat. He walked towards you and he saw you search on the corpse, inside the pockets of his vest. Your nose was scrunched in disgust at the smell of it, but you sighed of relief when you felt a big metal key inside the front pocket. 

You took it out and you finally saw the surname of the person laying before you. ‘Sullivan’. You gave a slow nod of respect, a thanks for keeping the key safe. You crawled out, showing the key to Steve as you took a deep breath of fresh air in your lungs.

“Well that was mortifying.” You said and he patted you on the shoulder with a smile on his face.

“See? Bravest out of the four of us.” He responded and you felt a sense of pride swell inside of you as he walked towards the back again, you following right behind him. You bit your bottom lip as you saw him open the lock. He looked at you once and nodded, to then finally rip the doors open.

Your eyes widened as you looked inside and you both stood in silence, in complete awe. It had… everything.

Gas, tanks of clean water, food, blankets, pillows, some generators, drinks, snacks– This wasn’t just a normal shipping container… This was meant for a community… 

“Holy fucking shit…” The curse came out of your lips instinctively and Steve nodded, his mouth open in shock.

“Holy fucking shit…” He repeated after you. You two looked at each other, and suddenly smiles broke on your faces, and you giggled as you both clashed into a hug, jumping with excitement, with happiness, with so much hope. His arms were around your waist as yours were around his shoulders. 

He twirled the both of you around, and when he did is when it dawned on you that it was your first ever true hug. He was hugging you. When he put you back down, he pulled away, but he didn’t let go of you just yet. His eyes locked with yours for a brief moment, your breathing heavy with excitement and there was something creeping up on him. Something that he shouldn’t even think about. Something that would just complicate things. 

His eyes drifted to your lips for a small second, before pulling away completely.

He directed his eyes back inside the truck and you were just standing there, watching him with your heart in your throat, blinking absentmindedly. What had just happened?

“How the fuck are we going to take most of this back…?” He asked and you snapped out of your thoughts, turning towards the truck again. You shrugged and turned your head to the side to look up at him.

“We know there are no monsters now… We slowly get the RV in… and… We have the lock, so we can just close it up until we reach Eddie and Nance and then come back.” You explained and he was surprised, looking at you, a grin on his lips that he couldn’t disguise.

“Now that’s a fucking plan.”

You both hopped into the truck first, looking for clothes and gladly you found some. You changed into dry and comfortable pants and shirts, putting the wet clothes inside the bags, knowing you won’t need them if Eddie brings the RV close. 

You could now move faster, the excitement and the thrill letting you reach the RV in 20 minutes. Nancy and Eddie were confused, because you had new clothes, but you couldn’t find anything for the road. That made Eddie elbow Steve a few times on the side, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively which only earned him a smack over the head. 

Nancy was skeptical about going into the city with the RV, but you two had promised and swore there were no threats for now. 

Imagine her surprise when she saw that you and Steve were right. There was nothing to be afraid of, and when Eddie and she saw what was inside the truck– They also couldn’t help but do a little dance themselves. 

Suddenly you were all just hugging each other, jumping up and down as if you had won the lottery and in this world, in this time, you did. This was the jackpot. Of course you couldn’t bring everything, there was no space in the RV, but you managed to put gas in the tank, get some gallon cans of it and save up, fill the water tank with the water barrels that were inside with a hose, lots of food, so much food. 

You found clothes, blankets, the pillows, and– Walkie talkies. You couldn’t believe your luck. Walkie-talkies, batteries, which Steve had already gotten some back in the sex shop, but you had walkie-talkies now. This would serve you all so much for the ones patrolling and the ones who stayed back in the RV. 

You stocked up pretty heavily, even charging the battery of the car with the battery of the truck. You spotted something that was secured in blankets, something fragile inside. You opened them to find– alcohol. Bottles of vodka, rum, whiskey… You grabbed some bottles, put them inside your bag, and looked at the three others who were still giggly with everything they were taking back to the RV.

And your eyes fell on Steve. Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at his profile. His wrinkles on the sides of his mouth as he laughed, the way his hair bobbed when he talked, the way he grunted whenever he lifted something heavy… And you realized something then. Something that hasn’t happened in a while for you.

You slept peacefully. No nightmares. No bad postures. No waking up in the middle of the night just because… All because you slept cuddled to Steve… Or maybe this would happen with anybody… But you looked at Eddie, wondering if you would have felt as calm, then at Nancy, and then back at Steve.

And your heart skipped a beat again.

Oh no...

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[rhyrhy]

HELLO LUV BUG

I HAVE A REQUEST IF YOU DONT MIND

I’ll stop yelling now

Anyway

Virgin Abby x experienced reader.

Like things are getting hot and heavy and Abby admits she’s a virgin and experienced reader gets off on being Abby’s first ever while being really sweet and gentle.

Have a good one eat, stretch, drink something

-saturn

And they were roommates .ᐟ

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꒰࣪ Warnings:꒱ bits of plot, mostly A! Receiving, body hair ˖ . ݁˖°✧ mentioned, jealousy, talks of virginity (duh), hair pulling, loser Abby, oral, Mdni!

-oh my god, they were roommates?

Roommate, roomie, the woman you share your space with. That’s Abby—friend of three years, roommate of a few months.

Perfect roommate would be an understatement. So, of course, when your old landlord raised rent too high for your liking, she was the first person you asked to help look for a new place. Only to catch the way her eyes sparkled when you found one—quiet neighborhood, not too far from work. The extra bedroom was originally going to be an office of some sort, but plans changed.

She cooks, cleans, respects your space, always knocks before she enters your room.

—Well, usually she did. Except for last night.

Those usual soft knocks or “Can I come in?” fell on deaf ears. After moving in, things had unknowingly shifted between you two. An unspoken understanding to not make things awkward. However, one fateful night of her not knocking led to a sleepy, on-the-couch discussion days later, after a long work shift.

The scene was something straight out of a wet dream, (un)fortunately engraved in her mind.

The image of her wholesome roommate—the one who always compliments her cooking, offers to redo her hair when she’s too tired, and has her reach the top shelf. The classic excuse of “Putting those muscles to good use,” you’d say in the sweetest tone. All of that, down the drain the moment her eyes locked onto the woman beneath you. Writhing in pleasure. One leg tossed over your shoulder, the other splayed somewhat behind you. Pornographic whines and pleas smacking Abby in the face the second the door creaked open.

She’d completely forgotten what she even came in there for. A shirt? Where the dustpan was?

Fuck, she had no idea.

The door slammed shut harder than she intended, guilt pouring over her as she realized she’d walked in on such an intimate moment. Hookups for you weren’t uncommon. Always the same pretty faces. One stood out, though. Tall, more on the butch side. Clearly a gym rat. Her arms weren’t nearly as impressive as Abby’s, but she hated herself for even making the comparison.

She’d even bumped into her one morning in the kitchen during breakfast, eyes narrowing at the sight of her mug in the woman’s hands.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

It felt like a taunt. Abby told herself she was being delusional, trying to shake off the bubbling irritation.

The week passed, you two still hadn’t talked about it, along with a few other things—the time she ended up zipping your shirt for you and her hand lingered on your hip even after she was finished. Even that small glimpse of your bare skin reminded her of that night. Or how you always found yourself brushing your teeth next to her in the morning, feigning that you were “just saving water.”

It all whirled in her mind, even as she exhaustedly turned her key, prying open the front door.

Fallen boots and a thrown jacket into the hall closet later, she found herself slumped onto the plush couch. Already hearing your nagging about how her neck would pay for not taking the few extra steps to her bedroom in the morning. The warm yellow light reflected on the flooring, indicating you were home, tucked away in your room.

On Friday nights, you two usually watched a few episodes of one of the many TV series you started together and vowed not to watch without the other. She hadn’t seen much of you since the walk-in, although between your opposite work schedules, that wasn’t alarming.

Her teeth caught her bottom lip, eyes flickering between your door and the TV. She wanted to come get you, act natural. She really, really did, but her thoughts snapped back to that night. How her thighs shifted uncomfortably together, the heat that pooled in her gut when her mind replayed your sounds. How the recurring face you slept with oddly resembled hers.

“Hey, Abs.” She was too deep in her own thoughts to realize you’d emerged before she could call out to you.

“Oh! Heya,” she said, followed by a small head nod.

Even now, as you pushed off the wall, you seemed at ease, completely unaffected by the thoughts that threatened to consume her own mind.

She’d managed to act semi-normal over the past painfully slow thirty minutes. The uneasy feeling caused her to blurt it out before she could stop herself.

“Sorry about the other night. Random, I know— I just, uh, had to get that out.”

“No, no, my door should’ve been locked. Got caught up in the moment and—well, I’m sure you get it.” You waved off with a laugh.

“Yeah, of course,” she answered, a little rushed.

A lie. A big lie. She had no idea. In fact, the closest thing she’d ever allowed from someone else was a few hickeys and semi-decent make-out sessions—always pulling away right before things got too handsy.

Fear wasn’t holding her back, nor was insecurity. For her, it was comfort. She was dating the past, yeah, but the companionship  was craved more than the lost clothes and complaints from neighbors during a heated moment. Although, she knew this only stayed true up until you guys grew closer. With her presence becoming like a second skin to yours, of course, loose t-shirts without a bra and underwear as pants happened. Seemingly unaware of how it sent heat to her cheeks.

But you did know. Of course, you knew. Gracefully adding to the list of teasing. Seeing if she’d crack. And tonight, she did.

It started with a joke, in Abby’s mind—the nuisance that clung to you through the weeks. A joke about if someone could do it better, then maybe you’d stop calling her. It turned into more ‘jokes,’ turned touches, turned into a sudden cup of her cheek and a crashing kiss.

This was one of those moments where you’d get lost and discuss it later. Or, at least, it was—because as quick as it came, she pulled away.

“Sorry—was that too much? I just thought—are you good?” You pulled your hands back from traveling lower than they already were.

“What—?” She blinked, snapping back. “No, I just—yes, I’m good.”

The murmur of the TV did little to ease the tension. The heat never left the room. The whispered words you’d said in her left ear bounced inside her mind. Her slipped comment about how badly she wanted you, unsure if she should’ve said it.

“Soo… you haven’t then?” You knew the answer, but confirmation in this moment was beyond needed.

“If I answer, will you laugh?” She sighed.

“Laugh? Of course not.” Your expression softened.

“I… haven’t.” The words felt heavier out loud. “It’s just, I wanted it to be special.” She turned her head back to you. “Is that silly?”

“No, dude, what? I wish I would’ve waited.” You shook your head.

She scoffed. “You’re just saying that—”

“I’m serious.” You shifted closer. “Your body is a temple and all that jazz. You should be glad you’re waiting.” You finger quoted.

You continued as Her eyes flicked over you, thoughtful. “Whoever gets to tap this”— you gestured vaguely toward her frame—“is lucky. As hell. And.. if you were serious about earlier, Abs… it’s still on the table, okay? Don’t rush anything you don’t want. It’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.”

You smirked. “Literally. I live here.” You said dramatically gesturing around the living space

She laughed shaking her head. “You’re such an idiot.”

You grinned. “Oh, fuck you. I was trying to be sentimental.”

“I know… and I appreciate it.” Abby exhaled, running a hand through her hair before reaching for you, fingers grazing your arm. “But, uh—can we circle back to the part where you were taking your shirt off?”

Your breath caught. “You sure?”

“more than sure.” She took a deep breath. “Just gentle, yeah?”

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As nice as kissing her was, your lips were slightly swollen at this rate, and you weren’t sure how much longer she planned to drag this part out. She seemed comfortable, but her hands stayed rooted at her sides—stiff as a board.

“You say you’re relaxed, but your shoulders are telling a different story,” you teased, pressing your hands to them, feeling how tense she was. “See?”

Abby huffed, exhaling sharply through her nose. “Yeah, okay. Maybe a little.”

But before she could dish out another apology. You spoke back up “Don’t apologize. You’re not doing anything wrong. But if you’re not ready, we don’t—”

“—No, I am.”

“Okay, so let’s start small.”

“Smaller than you kissing me?” she muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Shut up. Just do me a favor—take a deep breath. In and out.”

Your eyes followed the rise and fall of her chest, so close that her breath fanned against your skin. “You feeling okay enough to keep going, or are you planning to suck my lips off my face first?”

Abby huffed a quiet laugh. “Not my fault you taste good.”

“Oh? That right?” you teased. “Then tell me what you want.” She hesitated, shifting slightly under your gaze. “Don’t get shy on me now, c’mon—it’s just us.”

A beat passed, pools of blue locked onto yours. “I want you to touch me.” a little rushed, like she’d forced the words out before she could second-guess them. Then, quieter—“Please.”

“Good, that’s a start.” You nodded. “Now tell me where.”

She swallowed, jaw tightening for a second. “I-Shouldn’t I be…?” She trailed off, tilting her head to expose her neck without finishing the thought.

“Uht uht, don’t worry about me right now.” You pressed a lingering kiss to the pulse point at her neck, and her breath hitched—followed by a sharp exhale through her nose. “Oh, you liked that, huh?”

Her hands finally lifted, gripping the fabric of your shirt like she needed something to hold onto. “Yeah… do that again”

She shivered at the touch, her eyes slipping closed. Each kiss was slow, teasing, drawing out that shiver, that soft gasp of your name. Her fingers pressed into your back, nails leaving faint red lines against your skin through the thin material.

“Yeah.” She breathed out. “Just like that.”

You smiled against her skin as you traveled south, kissing along the rim of her shoulder, gently pulling her head to the side to give yourself more room. “You’re so vocal, Abs.”

She sighed, her head lolling to the side, offering herself up more. The grip on your shirt loosened as her breathing quickened just the slightest. With her head tilted, a soft mewl escaped her parted lips—a reaction to the tender kisses that made their way across her skin.

“It’s your fault,” she murmured. You giggled at her retort, hands finding the hem of her tank top, fingers tracing the fabric. You kissed over her shoulder a few more times before pulling back to look at her.

“You ready for me to take this off, or do you need more time?”

Abby chewed her bottom lip, her gaze flicking down to her tank top and then back up to your face. The flush that dusted her cheeks extended down to her neck, faint red marks from your ministrations littering her skin. She swallowed, eyes lingering on the way your fingers toyed with the fabric, before huffing out a:

“I—uh… yeah, I’m ready.”

“You sure? I’m going at your pace, no rushing needed.”

You asked for confirmation, thumbs stroking the skin of her abdomen under the fabric gently.

She inhaled sharply at the gentle touch, her mind clouded by the way your thumbs swiped across her skin. It was hard to form coherent thoughts while your touch burned with the promise of something more.

“I’m sure,” she murmured, her voice just loud enough for you to hear. “Wanna feel your hands on me.”

“Okay, lift your arms for me.”You scooted closer to her, gently lifting the hem of her tank top.

She obliged with a small nod, raising her arms in the air. The motion caused the fabric to ride up, revealing a sliver of her toned stomach. Her breath hitched as the tank top cleared her head, leaving her exposed—chest and torso bare, save for a few freckles and moles that dotted her skin like constellations.

You trailed a finger down her shoulder to her arm, keeping your gaze on her face.

“You’re so pretty, look at you.” You smiled, scanning over her torso momentarily.

“Shut up.” Even though there was no real bite behind it, she shifted slightly, trying to hide the way her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths. Pinkish nipples pebbling as the cool air passed them.

You laughed.“Don’t be embarrassed—look, I’ll take mine off too. That better?”

She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure with little success. Seeing you strip too? Yeah, that sounded better. Her gaze raked over you, taking in every inch of exposed skin as you removed your shirt.

“Yeah,” she breathed out. “That’s better.”

Her gaze wandered shamelessly over your body, taking in the sight of your exposed shoulders, the way your bralette hugged your chest. Her gaze lingered there a moment before drifting up to your face—eyes, nose, lips. She nodded, words failing her at first as she tried to regain her composure.

You hummed in reply, trailing your hands to her collarbone, gently moving down to her breast, cupping the warm skin. “How does that feel?”

She let out a soft moan as your hands needed, the warmth of your touch. Her back arched involuntarily against your hands, trying to press herself closer.

“God. That feels…” She huffed out, struggling to find the words. “So, so good.”

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Thankfully once she was more relaxed, her thighs instinctively parting a bit as your hands continued their way up her legs. The gentle touch had her squirming gently, trying to get closer. Trimmed blonde happy trail leading to her oozing folds. arousal dripping down to her anus.

“H-hah—” abby’s eyes fluttering shut at the contact of your lips on her lower abdomen, her back sinking deeper into the couch. Her soaked through boxers somewhere lost on the floorboards. Glistening skin, slowly coming into view as you grew closer.

“Still okay?” You asked, between kisses.

Half-lidded eyes met yours, watching as you trailed lower, teasingly slow. She could only manage a nod, anticipation buzzing through her body.

“Use your words.” looking up at her through your lashes.

Her breath hitched. “Mhm… still okay.”

“Gonna start now”

A sharp exhale, fingers curling into the cushion beneath her. “God, please—” The words broke into a sucked-in breath the second your lips made contact where she needed you most. The feeling was new, almost overwhelming. Her fingers threaded themselves into your hair, tightening with each flick of your tongue.

Her muscles flexed with every breath as they grew heavier. She was wound so tight, every nerve alight, and god, if you could just stay right there—

She gasped, one hand gripping the side of the sofa. It wasn’t hard to find her clit, but she was still only partly spread out, hips shifting like she was chasing something just out of reach.

You’d glance up occasionally, feeling your own wave of heat pass through you at the sight. Her face was contorted in pleasure, her full-blown whines ringing out. Eating your roommate out after a semi-awkward encounter wasn’t on the agenda for the night, but the movie was now long forgotten.

“Please, d-don’t stop.” Her plea wasn’t louder than a whisper, eyes squeezing shut as you continued your ministrations on her sodden core.

If reducing a woman who could bench press you without breaking a sweat to a whimpering mess was a kink? You definitely just discovered it.

Air wasn’t an option when her hips kept jerking up involuntarily, seeking you—your tongue, her orgasm, everything. She let herself revel in the selfish need teetering on the edge, chasing it, desperate.

Soft breaths came in ragged gasps. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop—” The white-hot pleasure you were giving her consumed every thought. Abby—composed, polite Abby? She couldn’t think. Nope. Couldn’t form a single coherent thought except please.

She chanted it over and over until she couldn’t hold back anymore. The pressure in her gut snapped, sending a rush of euphoria crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her back arched, fingers tightening in your hair—a full-blown tug—as her climax tore through her.

“F-fuck—” she choked out, voice breaking as she rode it out.

You soothed her, voice gentle. “I got you.”

The death grip on the couch and your hair finally loosened, her body still trembling under you, breathless in the aftermath. A sheen of sweat beaded down her caved-in abdomen as she tried to catch her breath.

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped finally, dazed. Her eyes stuck on the ceiling.

And all you could think as you rubbed her thigh gently was—

If reducing a woman who could bench press you without breaking a sweat to a whimpering mess was a kink? You definitely just discovered it.

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[thatneoncrisis]

ok so im not going to directly reblog that john post with my rebuttal because it is. very long. but i will link to that post for context

here are all the reasons people feel very strongly about john being a shithead, and while reducing him to merely Flat Out On Purpose Evil flattens him as he is an incredibly complex character, the man does cartoonishly evil shit on the daily. it cannot be more obvious, in fact. and if he did all of this with good intentions, we cannot forget what the road to hell is paved with. john has been hurting people for ten thousand years

i cant entirely tell if this is a legitimate defense of him, but im going to treat it as such and offer a good faith rebuttal

"they were already going to die" is not a defense of his actions. it is an excuse. a very poor one in fact. i can recognize the amount of stress he was under, but killing every living person on the planet in the pursuit of revenge- because thats what this is about to him, revenge- is not something you can handwave away. would it be fair if someones entire family was gunned down because they happened to be in the same building as a very bad man? john has a very extremist way of thinking, and often conflates his sense of morality with the only way that is correct

you can recognize that he wants to be good, but wanting to be good and doing good are two entirely separate things. plenty of actual evil is committed in the name of "protecting children," however we can plainly see many cases of bigotry and abuse happen under the umbrella of that supposed cause. if john says he wants to protect the earth and saves humanity, and is directly the thing that kills them, not only with nukes but by snapping the necks of everyone the bombs didnt kill first, is that not antithetical to his entire mission? he killed the entire solar system just to fail to even kill his targets

additionally, he was granted great power by alecto. we see that not only can he prevent the rot of bodies and puppet them among other things, such as curing cancer and other illnesses, he grows roses for his friends wedding. he can manipulate plant matter. he could solve the food shortage if he wanted. he could do any number of constructive things, but instead the only thing he could keep his attention on was what bad people were doing, and how to hurt them the most.

later on in the timeline, we are plainly shown the world hes made when hes left to his own devices. hes crafted a feudalistic system powered by the death of his own people. his armies employ child soldiers, some as young as 11. there is a severe population crisis, many people suffer from furtility issues, the sixth house has to keep close records of their geneology just to prevent too much inbreeding. as a reminder, john has a stash of the dead from earth he kept tucked away, and gave some to harrow when she asked him to renew her house. he could fix this problem at any time, but he doesnt

planets outside the nine houses are routinely killed just so his necromantic soldiers have more fuel for this power. this is is shown to have devestating ecological consequences- every plant, animal and microorganism sentenced to death because necromancy eats through it so quickly. this also results in any people living on those planets to have to relocate quickly, or face starvation or any other number of horrors from one mans actions. oh, and speaking of the people

corona mentions in nona the ninth that she finds it odd that john does not integrate any of the non house people or their resources into their empire. it has been ten thousand years. BOE has guns, cars, televised announcements. our main characters grew up in a world where paper and real wood were expensive novelties because john keeps killing everything that can sustain a renewable resource. in the john chapters of nona the ninth, he makes a glib joke about how him destroying the internet was a good thing, but isnt it strange that in a world with spaceships capable of travel between planets in a matter of hours, no one in the in houses has found a way to wirelessly transfer digitized information? they still have to send letters on shuttles to communicate from planet to planet

with BOE mentioned, his treatment of them is particularly vile. they are a small, disorganized resistance group trying to unclench the fist that has been choking non house people for ten thousand years. the ones we meet on a personal level (mostly wake and pash) are vicious and uncompromising in their methodology- namely reducing necromancers and those who collaborate with them to non people, zombies, but the fact of the matter is they have to be. there is no polite way to resist fascism. there is no asking John to pretty please stop killing planets and illegally occupying our settlements to declare his authority that is only recognized bc he has the history and manpower to back it up. they are fighting an enemy that literally gets stronger the more of them they kill. they are fighting someone who can puppet the corpse of your friend and use it to attack you, or even blow you up. their extremism doesn't exist in a vacuum, and johns dislike of persists because they 1. undermine his authority and 2. are, in the haziest sense of the word, possibly kind of connected to the trillionaires he was mad at a myriad ago. people who are literally fucking dust. their wealth was not passed down to their descendants, their wealth means absolutely jack in the current situation. John is literally the rich powerhungry self preserving asshole he was pissed at when earth was alive. speaking of earth

John has been hoarding the planet earth for ten thousand years. obviously we never saw much of it due to everyone on the first in Gideon the ninth being confined to Canaan House, but it appears hospitable to life. no extreme temperatures, no food shortage, cythereas sitting under a tree outside so there appears to be no issue with vegetation growing. at any point, John could stop having his long suffering populace living in holes on Pluto and space stations next to the sun move to earth and live out more humane lives and he just doesn't. he keeps it as a holy ground. a place he himself doesn't even live on. he hoards it, this innate object, its soul kept trapped in a body it hates billions of miles away, and we can't even say why. given everything else he's done, im not inclined to believe he has a good reason for this, or even a particularly rational one. some people just like squirreling away their favorite things where no one else can touch

the handwaving of johns treatment of the cavaliers leapt out to me as very strange. it is that very lie that condemns him to death in Augustine and mercymorns eyes, his oldest and closest friends besides g1deon (who was dead at that part of the grand reveal, who knows how he would hav reacted). its not just a lie, it is The lie, a lie that exposes how expendable he sees the people around him. based on harrow the ninth alone, its pretty clear John is a terrible friend and mentor. his advice to harrow having a months long break in her sanity is to tell her to get a hobby and some rest. he is interested in the idea of her, but puts no effort into materially helping her (does his empire even have antipsychotics?) she is left alone and terrified for ten months, everyone around her assuming shell die in the conflict with the ressurection beast and he makes it all the worse with g1deon. not only telling him to kill her, but denying any involvement to her face

as for his other new Lyctor, he all but neglects Ianthe, abandoning her to augustines clear contempt. as vile and weird as Ianthe is, she has also experienced a pretty severe trauma. she has no clue where her sister is, is losing her sense of self after the consumption of her cavalier causes him to slowly start integrate into her personality (again, her own fault, but I imagine it feels weird) and she had her arm cut off by a woman who was driven half mad by johns apathy towards any of his lyctors suffering. he may claim to care for his friends, but it is entirely possible he just resurrected them to have some people from his old life to talk to, or to have powerful soldiers to fight his battles, or to have some scientists on hand help him workshop the early days of necromancy. we can never be sure, but what we can see is that he allowed seven people to be killed and eaten when he knew he had achieved the same result in a way that preserved both souls, and told none of them. its possible he thought he was doing this for their own good, whatever that means in this circumstance, but they were all adults, and should have been given all information possible before making their choice

even the way he treats his daughter is very. earnestly misguided. he immediately appoints her to be a soldier and sends her off on the front lines to fight the soul infecting devils crawling up form hell. he(allegedly, kirionas words) also tells her to open the tomb and kill Alecto, thus making her her fathers new cavalier. we have seen extensive treatment of cavaliers in this series- pack mules, batteries, body guards, even partners, but it is usually understood that the life of the necromancy is prioritized even at the cost of the cavalier. it is the foundation upon which lyctorhood is built, why Gideon killed herself in the first place. if he was serious about making her his cavalier, he's allowing his daughter to enter a very dangerous and potentially fatal position for no particular reason. he of course can resurrect her, but using your own kid as a regenerating meat shield is what some may consider scummy. on the other end, there is the possibility he was lying, he just wanted Gideon to open the tomb and face the very real possibility of Alecto killing her on sight. which there is a good chance of- johns power is borrowed from her, we have no clue what she can really do.

so three options here, two John is endangering his long lost daughter, one she was lying about what he said or if they even talked about it and just wanted a go at Alecto. while I do find the third option to be the most incharacter for Kiriona at this point, we've already seen he's named her and ianthe his tower princes and basically have them act as his proxies. he really really doesn't seem to care about actually protecting her

overall. John is certainly a guy who talks about doing things the right way, about caring for people and the world. and in every instance where he was given the chance to, he immediately hard pivots into the most destructive, manipulative route possible. everyone who has ever been close to him is either dead or has attempted to kill him or both. he committed an extinction event on a scale that is unheard of in human history. he gaslit and lied to harrow when he was the only authority she could appeal to, while being hunted by a man John told to kill her. he took the soul of a planet, wrapped it in the skin of some random childhood object, and shut her off and packed her away on a cold dark distant planet to be forgotten about until the end of time because she was too inhuman to control. he's declared a never ending war against people who died thousands of years ago, the now living people who have grown up only knowing the horror of undead soldiers and planets dying under their feet. he's cultivated a culture that disrespects the dead, that cannibalizes it, that uses the bones of its people for free labor

people are harsh on John because John does harsh things, and thats putting it lightly. he IS a deeply complex character, and I think the odd time I see someone trying to reduce what he's doing to basic heteronormative white supremacist ideals is uh. tone deaf. lets not call him a white guy just because he sucks thats insane. but many of the points you make in your post either take what he says about his motivations at face value, when he is a known liar, or presume good will on his behalf.

or the whole "they would have died anyway" defense which is uniquely terrible. you can say that about anyone, were all dying all the time. is it cool if someone kills the elderly or a cancer patient because they were already going to die and the rich people hoarding the resources such as affordable healthcare and housing are really to blame because it could have bought them more time? no. you stabbed a guy, thats murder. John killed ten billion people, most of whom are either stuck in a permanent sleep until he decides to defrost them so his empire can have more people, or who's souls are literally trapped because as htn and ntn heavily imply/straight up show, something is wrong with the river. this is an objectively bad and his motivations for his actions will never outweigh the ten billion he sacrificed while blinded by his own rage. this makes him an interesting character, not a good person

[msmarvelwitch]

spoilers for sunrise on the reaping

Listen, as someone who shamelessly loves fan service I was surprised Suzanne Collins gave us any breadcrumbs at all but I was more than thrilled she got it out of the way in the first few chapters. To me it sent a message that while, yes, a lot of the fan theories were cannon after all, it wasn’t what this story was going to be about. This is very much a story about finding, losing, and regaining hope even when the cards are stacked against you. This is very plainly pointed out by Plutarch being able to spin the narrative and Wyatt constantly remarking on the odds of their situation. I think the direct parallels between Katniss and Haymitch’s life also underline the fact that there was nothing more special about Katniss than the rest of the victors - she just had what they never did, which was good timing.

I think the real tragedy of this story is that the rebellion movement was beginning well before Katniss was even alive. If the timing had been right, it would have been Haymitch that was the Mockingjay twenty five years before our story even begins. However, the victors failed. Whether it was due to Beetee’s obvious emotional investment in the planning. Or perhaps it underestimating the commitment of the Capitol to improve the Arena after Wiress embarrassed them in the prior year’s games. It doesn’t matter what particular thing prevented taking the arena down, at the end of the day they failed. Badly. And each of the victors paid a price for it. These prices sidelined them for years - decades for Haymitch at the very least.

Not only did they have to live with the failure of their plan, they also had to what the Capitol grow stronger and somewhat more competent. What really struck me while reading this was the fact that even by the 50th Hunger Games, the Capitol still seems to not quite have its shit together. The train to the is noted to be a little shabby as if it’s an old subway car and the District 12 tributes even seem less than impressed by their living quarters during training. We know from Katniss and Peeta’s games that the conditions only “improve” for the tributes over the years. All of this is definitely to fatten the pigs before the slaughter, but I can’t imagine how disheartening it must have felt for the victors who could see the incompetence of the Capitol only becoming more efficient and powerful every year as more kids died. Not to mention that they had to guide those kids to their deaths under these conditions as well. No wonder they lost hope over the years and put their aspirations of freeing the Districts from the Capitol because who would know better about the human cost of this fight better than the victors? They all know that the cards are stacked against them and the odds aren’t in their favor, so they more or less fall in line.

Then comes Katniss. She instantly stirs Haymitch awake by reminding him of Louella, not to mention the fact of the emotional connection he has to her father. I think she eventually even reminds him of Maysilee by fighting back against Haymitch on the train after he immediately writes them off as two more kids doomed to die in the arena because he has seen it so many times before. Because Katniss and Peeta are no more different or special than any of the tributes that have come before them. I think the other victors no doubt were reminded of a young Haymitch once they saw Katniss in action during the games. She’s openly rebellious to the leaders before the game but instead of scoring low on their assessment as Haymitch did, she gets the top marks. She is protective of “weaker” contestants like Rue just as Haymitch tried his best to protect Louella, Ampert, and Wellie. I think it’s Rue’s death and Katniss taking the time to honor her before her body is whisked off by the Capitol and wakes everyone back up again. It’s not that Katniss is doing anything new or different than the people who came before her, she just reminded them of all the injustices they have endured for over fifty years. It’s a long list of people who not only died during the Hunger Games, but their loved ones who were killed to crush their hopes and kept them fearful. It just goes to the timing where everyone - the victors and the citizens of the Districts - have had enough and it opens up the door to hope again. Even though the Capitol is stronger than ever and the deck is stacked against them, they decide to screw the odds and fight back anyway.

Also, because of their failures, the victors are able to learn from their mistakes during the Second Quarter Quell. Nobody understands Katniss better than Haymitch and he knows that if she is informed on the rebel plans ahead of the 75th Games, their cover will be blown because she is not a natural liar or actress. As a result, she and Peeta are kept in the dark about the plot to take down the arena and I think this was critical to the success of the plot. I wish Haymitch’s epilogue gave us a bit more into the planning and scheming the victors did ahead of the games to make sure their plan didn’t completely fail again, but it’s safe to assume that Beetee, Wiress, and Mags also had their own learnings from their failed scheme that helped take down the arena and start a revolution twenty five years later.

Now I think the themes of going against the odds even when it’s hopeless are really plainly stated here but I think the similarities in Katniss and Haymitch’s stories aren’t just fan service but essential to the plot. Which I think given today’s political climate - particularly in the U.S. - is exactly the point Suzanne is trying to make. Now, I know there is a whole debate on TikTok on whether books are political…which is a a thing people truly believe these days. However, this series has always been political and I think the timing of both “A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes” and “Sunrise on the Reaping” being released over ten years after this series has been completed is no accident. Similarly to Katniss not being the first person to experience the trauma of the games and being a target of Snow, everything happening today in the U.S. is not the first time or place where something like this has happened. I think this story is meant to encourage people to keep their hope even when it feels futile and naive.

[lu-is-not-ok]

Doesn't Two in One kind of really just reiterate on themes that are present with Don Quixote/Sancho? I feel like any idea of that theory has to coincide with the fact that Sancho herself has a ton of duality themes and imagery and that with the amount of family motifs repeating it feels like it would be a little clunky to have them having similar character arcs along those lines.

Well, first of all, let's get one thing straight: I didn't just randomly come up with duality motifs for Hong Lu.

They are, already, very much there in the game itself when it comes to Hong Lu's E.G.O. corrosions and other places. That's not something I just randomly came up with, it's all already there. All I'm doing is pointing at and trying to explain why it might be there. Even if this theory didn't exist, the motifs and imagery wouldn't just disappear.

That's something you'd have to bring up with PM themselves, not with me. //silly

As for the similarity in character arcs you bring up... there are two ways I could respond to that. Both which I think are important to mention.

The first is that, well, Don Quixote and Hong Lu are already set up as being major parallels to each other. There are already many other little motifs and details that the two overlap in.

Donqui and Hong Lu are two out of the three Sinners to wear nameplates rather than ID cards on their uniforms. They're two out of the three Sinners to have something strange going on with their eyes. They're the only two Sinners whose base E.G.O animations have them enter the frame from off-screen rather than start off already standing there. They're both compared to actors in one way or another. And most importantly, the 'Oblivion' mentioned in Don Quixote's Sinner color is directly compared to naivete in the story itself, meaning it's effectively a synonym to the epithet of Hong Lu's Sinner color - 'Naive'.

The fact that Donqui's Canto was for a good chunk of it effectively a prologue to Hong Lu's Canto isn't just some random coincidence - it's meant to highlight that the two are similar in a way that isn't immediately obvious.

Their arcs being similar is already set up to be kind of the point.

The second thing is that you seem to think that the degree of "similarity" you expect this theory to lead to would make the two arcs downright identical, when... in all honesty I don't think that'd be the case.

Sure, if you look at the two from the bare bones surface, you could Maybe make the argument that they'd be 'too similar' - someone who is stripped of their humanity and is part of a family that defines their life recognizes a part of themself and decides to move on despite the setbacks.

However, there is. A lot more to their stories. And a lot more differences that directly contrast the two in a way that would make them serve as proper narrative parallels.

Don Quixote's dehumanization comes from outside of her familial circle. Hong Lu's dehumanization comes from inside his family.

Don Quixote's family has good intentions but either don't realize the harm they're causing or have no other choice. Hong Lu's family has bad intentions and simply don't care about the harm they're causing.

Don Quixote wished to stay with her family but was forced to leave. Hong Lu was forced to stay with his family but wished to leave.

Don Quixote abandoned her former identity in favor of continuing someone else's legacy. Hong Lu abandoned his former identity in favor of becoming a person that's completely fictional.

Don Quixote started off as someone who acted fully genuine but came out of her Canto deciding to wear a mask that lets her be happy. Hong Lu started off as someone who was a complete fraud but would come out of his Canto more genuine with himself as his mask only furthered his fatalism.

Don Quixote didn't know she was lying. Hong Lu knew and was doing so on purpose.

...I could go on, but I think you get the point.

The reiteration is the point. It's meant to highlight the similarities while contrasting the differences. That's generally how narrative parallels work.

[buckevantommy]

AU with Buck's Bakehouse where he promotes on tiktok and goes live some days in the shop when baking and taking orders. Tommy comes in one day asking about a cake/cupcakes Buck made that Sal or Lucy brought to work and he just had to scout the bakery they came from because his sweet tooth has high standards and those sweet treats were some of the best he's ever had.

Cue: a fluffy meetcute where Tommy's face is unseen but we can hear his voice and see Buck's radiant smile and pleased blushy grin, and his captivation when Tommy talks about being a pilot and/or firefighter.

The chat goes wild with how cool and kind and sexy and sassy Tommy sounds and how they love seeing Buck get the praise he deserves. After Tommy leaves - with a bunch of treats and free samples because how could Buck not? - Buck reads through the comments and gets all smiley and blushy, and laughs at people wanting to see what the firefighter looks like because he sounds hot; says something like, "He is! And totally jacked. I should've asked him about his workout routine.." (re:a totally straight thing to say..)

It's not the last time Tommy visits the bakery and he tends to drop by during Live time; when Buck explains the tiktok thing he pokes his face into view and smiles a shy scronchy smile waving at the camera. The chat once again explodes with hearts and stickers and comments about how hot and sweet the buff firefighter is.

Over a month or two, Buck and Tommy get acquainted and become somewhat friends. Buck bakes for a fundraising event for Tommy's work and is encouraged to film some content to get them more awareness online so he does. The footage heavily features Tommy: from a distance zoomed in amongst a group, as well as devouring Buck's sweet treats - with Buck grinning wide in the foreground and when Tommy notices and freezes Buck cracks up followed by Tommy's quintessential scronchy smile as he wipes his mouth. Buck also films him doing a talk and helping with demonstrations and even gets a private tour of Tommy's favorite chopper. It's a good day and he feels like he's making a real new friend.

Tommy also drops by Buck's stall at the local markets and they chat for a bit and he circles back at the end to help Buck pack up.

Needless to say: the chat is divided between those who want Buck, those who want Tommy, and those who ship them together. Buck doesn't understand 'shipping' but Tommy laughs and explains, making Buck go shy. There might be a reveal where Tommy mentions that Buck (Evan, to him btw) is his type but way out of his league, and Tommy isn't Buck's type so he apologises to the chat before leaving - and leaving a confused Buck behind. He wonders if Tommy was joking or if he actually likes guys? That doesn't matter, but was he just being nice in a jokey way, or is Buck really his type? And how could Tommy think he wouldn't be Buck's type? Gender aside he's totally cool and hot and.. it's a little confounding and Buck stutters through the end of his live, forcing a smile he doesn't quite feel.

Maybe what follows is Buck learning Tommy and Eddie are hanging out - they met at the market stall - and Buck gets jealous, especially because Buck has known Tommy longer and yet they've hung out less. So he crashes their basketball game - despite hating basketball - and the only way the chat knows is because Tommy mentioned it during a too-brief visit to the bakery, so brief they didn't really get to chat and Buck was left feeling bereft and tamping down jealousy.

Also: Eddie, but moreover Chris, helps Buck in the bakery a couple times a week. Next time we see Eddie he's got matching crutches to Chris as he playfully eyes Buck's phone from where he's propped on a stool, a contrite looking Buck in the foreground: they're okay, Buck apologised for the hip-bump and Eddie's not actually mad at him about it. Chris is all smiles as he cuts some cookies. It's a video not a live and the caption is something like: when you maim your best friend but he forgives you because he accepts your idiocy and loves you anyway. The video ends with a happy smiley Eddie and a contrite looking Buck. There's no mention of Tommy but the chat has extrapolated from what they know and post a bunch of theories - some closer to the mark than others.

Tommy, meanwhile, has been catching up on Buck's videos and reading the comments. He decides an in-person conversation is due and drops by the bakery at closing: he asks if they can talk and Buck ends the live so they can.

The next time we see Buck on live he's different: dazed in a happy way. He doesn't give much detail but answers a question about Tommy saying they did talk but giving no details - but his shy blushy smile is enough for folks to guess. Buck focuses on his baking walkthrough for the rest of the Live, and when it's done he mentions it being a special delivery order and he has to leave to drop it off; the chat correctly guesses it's a surprise for Tommy but Buck neither confirms or denies, just says it's for a valued vip customer.

[mirixmoya]

my initial first-read thoughts for SOTR PART II: THE RASCAL there will be MAJOR SPOILERS under the cut but pls enjoy :)

chapter 10;

fake louella is so interesting, i'm excited to see where this plot point goes

"and someone's definitely rapping at my chamber door." we are 2 for 2 on The Raven references that's wild

"what breaks a machine?" "time." and the machine in question is the Capitol itself suzanne u kinda ate w that.

chapter 11;

whatever u do don't think about haymitch and burdock sneaking into victors' village to admire the luxury of the houses only for haymitch (and burdock's daughter) to spend great portions of their lives trapped in those houses drowning in their luxury

beetee entrusting this complicated ass plan to a 16 year old is crazy work bro

maysilee trying not to giggle at haymitch's singing... her and effie would be best friends i fear

haymitch picking up the word aphorism from snow immediately and using it himself ohhhh my sweet clever boy :(

chapter 12;

ceasar flickerman mention thank u jesus

guys... guys i'm not even joking i read the words "big, big, big day" and i burst into tears #normal

chapter 13;

ITS REAL ITS REALLY HER HOLY FUC K

OLDER SISTER EFFIE CANON

ngl i did not think we would get an effie cameo. not even a little bit. i didn't even let myself hope for it in any small way. life is so fucking good rn

okay so effie is obviously a Little Older than we've all be writing her huh

"well, she's swallowed the capitol propaganda hook and took the line and sinker with it, but at least she's brought us some decent footwear." TEARS. TEARS IN MY EYES.

i cannot believe i have lived to see the day where we actually get canon haymitch pov perceiving effie this is crazy

The Trinkets being slightly socially disgraced... interesting.

"For a moment, they're just two girls on a mission to beautiful the world." WHAT DID I SAY. I KNEW THEY WOULD BE BESTIES.

HAYFFIE CRUMBS HAYFFIE CRUMBS

not him jumping to pick up her shit for her... in a world of boys he's a gentlemen

EFFIE THINKS HE'S BEAUTIFUL :((((

"the capitol citizens lose it and so do i, until i remember the joke's not just on panache. it's on all of us stupid, clawed district piglets. animals for their entertainment." haymitch gaining class consciousness in real time

"and you, darling?" okayyy abernathy charm

effie just hanging around in the background in making me inexplicably happy. i am smiling and giggling

not her tryna shoot her shot by putting the flower on his label okayyy miss Effie Subtlety Trinket

chapter 14;

"sometimes she cries because things are so beautiful and we keep messing them up. because the world doesn't have to be so terrifying. that's on people, not the world." felt that one in my chest my god...

"i love you like all-fire. that's for always." this food is so fucking good suzanne

effie and plutarch going this far back is... interesting. then why didn't u save her ass from prison during the 75th SIR?

"i hate needles" PLASTIC SURGERY PHOBIC EFFIE CANON!!!!

another The Raven reference... what is going on

chapter 15;

mags mother of millions

MORE HAYFFIE CRUMBS SUZANNE I OWE U MY LIFE

haymitch asking her to make sure the token gets back to lenore dove... effie laying a hand on his chest and promising to do her best... the interconnected web that is haydove / hayffie has never been more alive

effie being the last person he sees before going into the arena is kinda insanely romantic??? "locking my eyes on hers until things go black" ??? hello??

chapter 16;

"the games must end. here. now." and then he's gonna spend so many years watching them happen over and over and over again suzanne how dare u

"i don't want one of my last acts to be taking out an ally, especially a dove-coloured one." he loves lenore dove sm im crying fr

"fire is catching, she'd say" ... suzanne is doing comedy now

chapter 17;

"i can't keep one of them safe. why do they flock to me?" just thought about him having this mindset for the next 40 years and cried :(((

chapter 18;

"in a way, it's a comfort that a bunch of people i know have gone before me." my baby :( spoken too soon girl :(

haymitch trying to blow this shit up katniss&haymitch fatherdaughterism has never been more alive and well

ampert :( haymitch's closeness with a lot of the victors makes so much more sense now. like it's not JUST that they hang out during the in-between years but their lives are tied so closely together from the moment haymitch enters the games.

is the goose and the common song silly? yes. is it important to remember that the enclosure of common land is historically and inextricably linked to (1) the rise of private property, (2) increasingly powerful centralized states, (3) the economic dependence of the labouring poor on their lords of the land. suzanne u big history nerd

he's so hopeful :( he believes so hard :( it's sad to know that that's all slowly washed out of him :(

more slightly intelligent thoughts! even more rambly nothing thoughts! either way i hope u enjoyed :)

[yomithots]

Confessions: Zayne

A/N: My first fanfic that I'm posting!!! I wrote this for Valentine's day for some friends of mine that are Zayne mains <3 I hope you like it!

Tags: SFW, Fluff, Sweet, Confession, Date, Comforting, Romantic Feelings, Winery, Camping, Dinner date Word count: 4k Synopsis: You have growing suspicions of Zayne's feelings for you. What's funny is how he gradually lowers his iron walls and slips up in showing you affections. He bites the bullet to take you on an extravagant date to tell you how he feels.

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How long has it been? Zayne can’t pinpoint the start of his feelings; all he knows is that his pining has lasted longer than just “years”. To him, his attraction to you is something so profound, indescribable even. For how long and how deep he’s been yearning, it doesn’t feel like it started in this lifetime, no, it’s as if the affection Zayne holds exists beyond him. Like it’s the fuel to his soul. No matter how painful his chest aches for you, he refuses to give an inkling of a clue to how deep his feelings run. That’s just too much for him to handle—too vulnerable. That, however, doesn’t mean that you haven’t caught onto his longing. 

You also can’t remember when you first started suspecting his feelings, but in terms of being observant, two can play that game. It’s practically a requirement to be a hunter, afterall. You have always known that Zayne was very gentlemanly, but he was particularly chivalrous to you—even if it took a while to confirm your suspicion. He would never fail to bring flowers for special events, he always opens and closes the car door, he buckles in your seatbelt himself, offers a hand to step out of the car, buys dinner and lunch at random, walks on the hazardous side of the street, stands behind you on the escalator when you wear shorts or skirts…the list goes on. While these habits are very mindful, you have always thought that he’d do these things for just about every woman, since those around him seem to respect Zayne to a high degree. Everyone has nothing but good things to say. None of his colleagues even comment about his stoic and prickly demeanor, so you originally thought that Zayne was just cold to you, even though his actions say otherwise. 

This train of thought lasted a while until you witnessed a small event. This was the beginning of you honing your focus on Zayne’s chivalrous habits. It was something no one else would bat an eyelash to, even if they were frequently around the doctor. There was a small end-of-year party that you were invited to at Akso Hospital. Having gotten there early and not being hospital staff, you volunteered to help set up decorations because everyone else was still on the floor, helping patients. Zayne and his colleague, nurse Yvonne, were in charge of picking up the food for the party. Yvonne was someone who you have known since Zayne became your PCP. She’s particularily mentioned her respect for the skillful surgeon to you in the past. This is just to say that because Dr. Zayne and nurse Yvonne work closely together, you figured that she would get similar (if not the same) treatment as you. This was until you were peering out of a window into the parking lot when you noticed Zayne and Yvonne had returned. Both the doctor and nurse had exited the car as normal people would, but Yvonne in particular seemed to be struggling to collect and balance the food to take inside. You witnessed Zayne just standing and staring at the nurse and you think the most he did was ask, “got it?”, not that you particularly heard him say it, but you saw his mouth move and Yvonne nod yes. Again, this wasn’t a specifically out-of-place event, but to you it just seemed off. About ten minutes later, Yvonne walked into the room by herself with stacked pizza boxes and bags of food hanging from her arms. You went to her to take some of the weight off. 

“Where did Dr. Zayne go?”, you ask.

“Oh, he said he needed to stop by his office first to pick up some treats he brought for the party”, Yvonne replied.

You thought it was weird for him to let someone struggle to bring food a decent way, but maybe he just needed some space away from the smell? You weren’t quite sure. He’s still a human at the end of the day and has boundaries for himself. However, outside of this event, you became hyper-aware that he doesn’t open doors for others, he doesn’t buy people meals at whim, he doesn’t walk on the hazardous side of the walkway for friends, doesn’t offer flowers to his colleagues on special events, nor does he stand behind other women on escalators. All of this was solely for one person.

Time went by and you started to pick up on more instances where Zayne doesn’t act the way you’re typically used to. Not only that but you would catch his gaze only for him to look away with blushed ears. There was once when Zayne was staring at you at a cafe, and you caught him red-handed through the reflection of a window. He didn’t realize that you could see him staring, but the look on his face was as if he was in a trance, and honestly, that was just absolutely adorable. That was not the only instance of affection that you noticed either. The Doctor often looked enamored with you but it can only be seen in reflections that Zayne was unaware of. When walking side by side, his hand often brushed against yours, but he didn't say nor do anything about it. You’d look and see the top of his cheeks and ears kissed with deep shades of pink when you glanced over at him. Sometimes the blush extended down his neck, but he still stayed radio silent about it. During the winter season, he wrapped you in his coat to keep you warm. He made sure his jackets were graced with his body heat first to keep you from getting sick, but to you, it felt like an extra layer of intimacy. This bliss lasted a while. Slowly but surely, Zayne’s endearment would become more apparent, more bolder, even. You dared not say anything though, because you wanted to give Zayne the time he needed to build courage to share his feelings. He is the definition of a “slow burn”, afterall.

It took the icy man the majority of the year to muster up his courage to finally confess to you—it had already become the next winter season when he decided. Being aware of the amount of time it took him to prepare, Zayne absolutely made sure it was worth the wait.

–

Zayne: I’ll pick you up at 12.

Zayne: Make sure you’re wearing comfortable shoes, we’re going to be out all day.

–

There was a surge of anticipation in your chest. A week ago, Zayne asked if you had a day off or could request for one to match up schedules. He said he felt like having a day trip and insisted that you join him no matter what. “Think of it as a simple date”, Zayne cooed every time you tried to pry him for details. Other than day and time, he kept the itinerary all to himself. He was mindful to remind you about the date for the whole week, though. Just as the idea faded into the background, he kept you on edge of anticipation while waiting for this mysterious day. Despite the frustration, it got you excited for what was to come.

Finally the day arrived, and you were doing your final outfit check in the mirror. A long, white silk dress that rested against the curves of your body just right. Nothing revealing, but enough to seduce. To accompany that—and to keep warm—a knitted baby blue cardigan that tied in the front and a long, gray wool overcoat topped the dress. Your hair was softly curled. It was adorned with a pearl barrette and other complimentary accessories and you were careful not to make it look overdone. Finally, just like Zayne requested, you wore comfortable white, pointed flats with a thin strap that wrapped around your ankles. A beige shoulder minibag tied the look together. Satisfied with the date outfit, you murmur to yourself in the mirror.

“Pretty girl!” You monologue, as you spritzed a jasmine-note perfume on both wrists. 

12 o’clock on the dot, there was a knock on your door. You anticipated it was Zayne, but you were expecting him to just send you a text saying he arrived. Rushing to the entrance, you open the door to see Zayne holding a bouquet of flowers with a little gift bag wrapped around the base. He was wearing a black, extended overcoat with a silver tie displayed underneath and clipped to it was the tie pin you gifted him last Christmas. His shirt was a navy blue button up that was neatly tucked into black slacks. You also noticed him wearing leather dress shoes with intricate designs carved into them. To top it all off, his hair was styled into a side part with some of his cute forehead peeking through. In front of you was a sleek man who was dressed to impress…to impress you, that is. It took a second to process exactly what was going on, but the longer you stared at Zayne, the more overwhelmingly handsome he became. Quickly, your emotions were overtaken by happiness and excitement. Your cheeks flushed red and your voice was caught in your throat. 

Zayne looks at you with his signature smirk-smile and called out to you, “Are you ready to go?”. The stylish man’s voice was music to your ears. It was deep and soothing and it brought you back to your senses. He held out an arm for you to grab so he could escort you out to the car like the gentleman he was. You take his arm after locking your apartment door and together, you take a stroll back to Zayne’s car that was parked right in front. He opened the door for you and offered his hand to hold your things as you settled in. He then buckled you in himself—his face became alarmingly close to yours. His breath felt warm on your lips as your eyes searched for his. He gently smiled and placed the bouquet in your lap. “For you”, he said as he placed your bag in the back of the car. He reappeared by your side in the driver’s seat and gave a reassuring glance just before pulling off to your mystery destination. 

The car ride was comfortable. There was classical music playing softly into the air as you guys engaged in small talk—something Zayne normally doesn’t care for, but he’s doing it for you. In the middle of conversation, you remember the little present that Zayne gave you. You hurried to open it on your lap and found a jewelry box that was velvet to the touch. When you opened it, there was a bright, topaz-stoned snowflake necklace shining in the winter sun that peered through the car window. It was absolutely gorgeous.  

“Wow, Zayne, this is stunning”, you praised.

“I’m glad you like it. Don’t put it on just yet, let me do it for you. We’re close to our first stop”. 

On cue, Zayne drives the car down a country road that leads straight to a winery. Zayne gestures for you to wait in the car. Mister Romantic got out of the vehicle and grabbed your bag from the back seat, then made his way to your car door to open it. He’s done this for you so many times by now, but this time feels more meaningful compared to before. The doctor extended his hand, providing the ultimate royalty treatment. Once standing, he leaned in for the necklace he lovingly prepared. His hands, so big and warm, carefully brushes aside your hair from the back of your neck and thumbs a soothing stroke across your skin. Zayne stared for a minute, longing to place a gentle kiss right on the spot he rubbed. At this point, you’re praying that the heat rising in your body doesn’t become apparent to the man behind. You focused on keeping your breath steady and heart calm, but the nervousness didn’t quite go away. Every movement that Zayne made was electrifying as no one’s ever been this intimately close before. Even though the action of putting on the necklace only took seconds, with how aware you were of his fingers grazing against your skin, and every breath that cools the back of your head, the moment felt like it lasted an eternity. 

“The necklace is on. Will you let me see?”.

You do a little twirl and once face to face, you flaunted him a bashful smile and prodded him, “So… How do I look?”. 

Zayne froze for a while, his eyes were taking in the sight that was you; he committed it to memory. The necklace twinkled brightly on your chest as your hair billowed in the crisp winter air—the sun illuminated a golden glow that surrounded your body. To Zayne, you were a masterpiece to be admired and to never be touched or tainted. The sounds of him clearing his throat interrupted his gawking session; his voice got stuck as he was crushing on you. 

“It looks good. You’re beautiful”, He said simply. 

Despite how nonchalant he tried to appear, he could not hide the fact that the color red dusted his neck and ears. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself. The well-composed and dashing Dr. Zayne had just lost his composure and it was because of you. There was no “challenge accepted”, but it felt like you’ve just won in life. With your newfound confidence, you dazzled Zayne with your brightest smile, took his hand, and led him into the building.

The afternoon was perfect and filled with laughter between the two of you. Zayne managed to let loose for once, and it was obvious that he enjoyed it. You guys went through wine tasting while sharing samples to avoid getting drunk. This was especially since Zayne can't hold his alcohol and he had to drive safely. You were curious as to why Zayne chose a winery as a destination given his circumstances. Apparently, he planned to visit Dr. Noah in the Arctic next week for a birthday celebration. He didn’t want to show up empty handed or with cheap wine—no—Zayne wanted it to be special since his mentor has done so much to support him in his life. 

“Well, there’s another reason too”, Zayne started.

You looked at him from across the table, awaiting his response; your eyes were lustered with curiosity. You swirled your wine glass and took one last swig before listening.

“You’ve been stressed for a while and I thought it would be nice for you to relax” Zayne paused. His hand formed a fist and his face became focused. “I wanted to care for you today. It’s not often we get to enjoy life like this, especially not together. I’ve been reflecting on myself recently, and I felt like I should try to live outside my normal routine once in a while…especially for you. Because I want you to live a fulfilled life when you’re with me”, Zayne looks down toward your empty wine glass. You were slightly taken aback. Today it felt like you were experiencing new sides of Zayne you’ve never thought were in him. He was firm in his voice, and you can’t help but be charmed by how enamored he sounded with the idea of sharing a story together. You lean your elbow on the table and propped your head up, looking at Zayne with expectant eyes.

“So you mean to say that you’re going to treat me to more days like these in the future, Doctor Zayne?” your smile twinkled in his eyes.

“I absolutely will”, he returned a confident smirk. 

Zayne looked down to his watch and got up from the table. He then extended his hand, gesturing that it was time to leave. “Let’s go. There’s still one more place I want to take us”. 

In contrast to his normally cold demeanor, Zayne had finally smiled warmly at you. It was a beautiful sight only meant for your eyes. You grabbed his hand and didn’t let go of it as you both amble back to the car. 

The next destination was a place closer to home, but still a little ways away. As you pulled in, you noticed that this is a campsite. What was Zayne thinking to bring you…camping? After parking, Zayne’s warm hands enveloped yours as he led you to the second destination. You saw glowing lights from the distance and couldn’t help but wonder if that was where you were headed. Upon closer inspection, there were strings of lights hanging off the edge of a veranda, the area was properly isolated to withstand the chill of the winter season—it was a heartleft setup for something that was supposed to be written off as a “simple date”.  You pause for a second to take in everything that Zayne prepared. You figured that from the winery, the next destination was a restaurant, and that would have been perfectly satisfying, but this was much more than you expected. There were vintage light bulbs lining the roof, then you picked up on the sheer curtains with fairy lights peeking through and decorated the walls from indoors. Continuing your investigation, there was another vase of white flowers peering at you through the open door. The vase was standing on top of a dainty, wooden table that had a baby blue table cloth draped across. Then there were two plates and matching cutlery to accompany them, creating the perfect dinner set on the table. A picnic blanket was laid neatly on the floor and it was garnished with cute pillows and a snowman plush. You felt heat radiating from within the camper, gracing your frosted face with warmth. Your heart melted at how much effort was put into this project, how much of Zayne offered himself, again, for you. 

Your admiring session was interrupted with soft pressure under your chin—Zayne closed your jaw shut. Coming to the realization that your mouth was agape while staring, your cheeks blush pink with embarrassment.

“Can I take your expression as you liking this?” Zayne let out a small chuckle. 

You gave him an enthusiastic nod as he grabbed your hand again. Together, you headed in and Zayne took your coat and bag so you could settle in. You sat down on the picnic blanket beside your snowman friend. You recognize that it was the one that you and Zayne had won together on the first day you visited the arcade with him. Reminiscing about fond memories, you scoop Mr. Snowman into your lap and squish his cheeks. Being preoccupied with cuddle time, the next time you looked around, you saw dinner set up for two on the table. The smell of sirloin steak and truffle pasta waft your nose, no carrots in sight. You had to put Mr. Snowy to the side.

“Zayne, this looks amazing! My mouth is watering, let’s dig in?” You look at him expectantly, waiting for his signal.

Zayne matches your energy, “Let’s dig in”.

The both of you indulge in a decadent meal. Once again, the air was filled with laughter and chimes of wine glasses that were filled with a non-alcoholic beverage. The topaz snowflake that decorated your neck gleamed, even in the dim lighting. The vibes were perfect, and there was nothing that could replace how precious this moment was for the both of you. 

As dinner ended, you insisted on helping Zayne with clean-up. He tried to convince you that you didn’t have to, but he quickly understood that trying to change your mind wasted precious time that he would rather spend together. He gave in and let you do as you please. Once everything was put away, you both wallowed into a cozy nook in the corner of the camper which had a projector screen across from it. Rather than watching movies, however, you both curated a queue of songs to listen to as you chat. The music hummed quietly as you curled up next to Zayne, his arm hung over your lap. Immersed in conversation, the topic of your reunion was brought up. There were many things you and Zayne had to say to each other, and slowly, tension arose: the air became thick.

“How did you feel when you saw me for the first time after so many years?” you prompted.

The doctor became still. The silence lasted a long while, but you didn’t budge; you gave Zayne space to collect his thoughts. After about five minutes, he sighed and swallowed.

“I cannot describe my emotions very well, honestly. There were many all at once—too many.” Zayne paused.

“Even though my feelings were complex then, what I can say now is that I’m glad it happened.” Zayne took a moment to grab the controller and paused the music. He turned his whole body towards you. Hesitantly, he took one of your hands and cupped it in both of his. The grasp he had on you was firm and warm. Zayne looked into your eyes with zeal, the tension was higher than ever before.

“From when we reunited until now, there was a total whirlwind of emotions that kept stirring within me. It was like that everyday for a while. I knew I was pushing you at arms length trying to convince myself that your life didn’t need me in it—that you would be safer without me around. But that was all in vain.” 

You subconsciously gripped his hand tighter.

“I couldn’t keep pushing you away. For a long time, longer than you might know, you’ve been the only one who resided in my heart. You occupied every moment of my thoughts when I had time to spare. At one point or another, I learned from our reunion that I just can’t live my life without you.”

  Zayne’s eyes darkened ever so slightly. He looked down, lost in thought. This time you were the one to lean forward. Your free hand took his chin and guided his face to look you in the eyes. Your breaths mingled, but nothing could break your focus on Zayne. “Tell me”, your voice was soft—just a notch above a whisper.

Zanye bit his lip for a second, but his demeanor changed in the snap of a finger. 

He met his resolve. Zayne took both of your hands in his, and looked you in the eyes.

“I like you; I’ve liked you for a very long time”, Zayne took a second to study your expression. 

“I’ve tried denying these feelings, but it made me yearn for you more. Every day we spend together and part again only makes me anticipate the next time. You make me feel like you are the missing piece of my life. I feel complete with you here—beside me.” He took your hands to his lips and kissed them. 

Your voice was choked in your throat; you didn’t know what to say. You knew that this time would eventually come, but now that it’s happened, your mind went blank. Prior to the moment, You spent days fantasizing over how to accept his feelings and felt giddy over how excited you were for the event. Well, the time was now. Everything you planned for this very instant was gone—just poof. Luckily, your heart kicks in and without thinking, you hug Zayne in a tight embrace. You held him so tight that a gasp escaped from him, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he held you too, in his sturdy arms. His hug felt so safe.

As lonely as it felt, your bodies eventually parted. Neither one satisfied by the lack of warmth, but at the very least, the two of you shared this space together. Zayne looked at you with a tender gaze and your eyes smiled back at him. He’s the one who broke the silence first. “Now that we’re here, I want to ask you: will you be my girlfriend?”. Zayne’s eyes glimmered with hope as they were directed your way. You can’t help but internally laugh; it was cute and funny that Zayne was nervous right now, even though it felt like he knew the answer. In no universe and under no circumstances would you ever reject a huge cutie-snowman like him.

“Yes, Zayne. I want to be your girlfriend.”

⋆⁺₊❅. ────・˚₊‧ ❄ ☃︎ ❄ ‧₊˚・──── ⋆⁺₊❅.

[teaguehq]

Well, there's no doubt that Calgary is a beautiful city, though it was all the better being there with you, along with having you keep me warm the whole time. And you're going to make me blush calling me the sexiest date at your premieres! I still don't think I'm sexier than you though, personally. I'm so excited to see Fantastic Four, and honestly, it's just the truth that you're that hot! They chose right for the role and all. You have so much promo coming, although you know I'm excited to see Warfare as well. I'm so happy I can travel around with you too, love, especially when I'd rather do that than be away from you. It was a great idea to head back to Florida for a bit, and I know my parents were happy we were there for more than two seconds! Plus I had fun showing you all the places that were favorites of mine while I was growing up, and just around my neck of the woods in general. Now you know why I appreciate the outdoors so much when we practically lived neared a swamp. You're sweet for being understanding about my parents bombarding you with questions, and yeah, I suppose they couldn't help their curiosities since you're only the second person I've dated that introduced to them. It was so incredible meeting your family too, love, even though you know how nervous I was about that! I hope I've lived up tot he hype and they think I'm at least okay. I didn't have another vacation spot in mind at the moment, though I feel sort of like you should be dictating those given you're the busier one with so much coming up! I'd want to go somewhere you'd like. Well, I certainly know you want to be with me forever now, and it's so mutual since I don't want to ever let go of you. Well, seeing live music with you is becoming one of my favorite things, so it was really special getting to do that in Tampa while I was showing you around. Not to mention I love spending time in hot springs with you too, and it was the perfect last activity before I wrapped in Calgary. I'm so glad you liked all the plans for your birthday too, since naturally, I wanted it to be extra special and all. We're each other's, and that just makes it all the more sweet, right? I still can't believe you knit me so many incredible things, and you know I'm excited and already can't wait to see exactly what you have planned. And I'm always happy when I get to spend time with you, since it just makes the time extra special. It's adorable you've always wanted a cat, for the record! And I'm leaning towards saying you should get one just because you've always wanted one. We can see how one would get along with Bach, right? I'm starting to wonder how many secret entrances the Catacombs have since it always seems like they have a new one for us to explore every time we see them! But you know I'll always hold your hand and protect you no matter what haunted places that we visit. I'm excited about breaking in our places in New York too, especially since the weather's getting warmer and the city is gorgeous in the spring. And I'm always happy to show you all my favorite places in every city, honestly. I'll keep in mind that you like to dance too, especially since I do love dancing with you and all. I'm so glad you love cooking with me as much as I love that with you, and as fun as classes are, I second that it's a lot more fun cooking at home with you, and trying new recipes there. And we're doing well with making the recipes good too! We'll have to go back to the sanctuary sometime then, especially since Bentley liked you, and I'm quite sure the other animals did too! I'm laughing a little at your thinking you missed your calling as a zoo keeper, though you know what this means, that you'll just have to play one on screen to balance it!

Sorry, I'm always going to agree that you're the amazing one, because you are! Well, if making you happy lands me some good points with your family, I'm glad for that since I love making you happy. You're sweet telling them in advance that we've said I love you, which yeah, I'd want them to know I'm serious about you. I'm all for camping out on ranches more and around cattle since we had such a good time with it! Plus the cows were adorable, and no surprise at all they took to you so easily. I'm all for going to Turkey too, and would absolutely love that, in fact. I know we've traveled a little more than planned with fashion week, though I'm up for going there with you for some relaxation and all. That's another great thing about vacations too, no early call times and we can get out of bed whenever we'd like to. I know what you mean when promo is a beast in itself, though I can't lie that I'm so excited to see your films and know I'll be so proud of you, too. Of course it didn't scare me off, and if anything, I'm really happy you see a future with the two of us since I see the same thing with you. And I know I'm lucky that you love me, and that I love you and can tell you as often as I'd like. Which, I love you, in case that wasn't obvious. I would love for us to live together and get married when it feels right, too. I'm with you on getting a place in New York since we both like the city so much, and it's a great idea to keep your place in London for whenever we'd like to stay there. I love so much that you've thought about this in detail, too. It's safe to say I'd never run in the other direction hearing you say that you love me, especially since I love you so much. And it means the world to me that you're all in with me, plus same goes for you that I'd want to hear everything on your mind. I'll give you kisses as much as you'd like, especially since I happen to enjoy your kisses so much, too. I really loved the red theme for the Christmas decorations and still smile every time I think about it. So I wanted that photo album that we could both remember the occasion by! Not to mention you come up with the best surprises. I'm happy we had a good Valentine's Day together, and you're the best valentine a guy could have, hands down. You're doing well with your mandolin lessons so far, if that helps at all! So I know you'll be playing like a pro in no time at all. I can't help wearing the necklace since I love it so much, and it technically was the first time you told me that you love me, after all. Doing the cruise after your promo sounds perfect to me, love, and it'll be a nice way to relax after all the work, yeah? Well, it was my first New Year's kiss in Time's Square, and you're right, we're going to have plenty of New Year's kisses that are memorable. I'm still so happy you liked everything for your birthday, and well, I have to get on your level with the gifts since you're amazing at coming up with them! I'm so glad you loved your Valentine's gifts too, and I certainly loved mine so much! I'm going to wear that Fantastic Four shirt to the premiere, of course! Norway with you was a lot of fun, love, and I'm so glad we went, and also got to attend the Valentine's dance when it was so beautiful. You're making me blush again, but you know I'll always get romantic and dance with you, no question. And you looked gorgeous yourself! Well, I always want to take the best care of you, since that's exactly what you deserve. Plus I like to think it'll balance you being so busy, to make sure you're not burning yourself out. | @josephafq

i'm glad that i made calgary all the better for you, love, though you're right it truly is a beautiful city on it's own. and you know i was so very happy to be there with you -- and i really loved keeping each other warm, because you're right, it was rather cold. and i loved all the things that we did together, we had a lot of great dates and adventures! i'm glad to always have you on my arm during premieres, because i love having the sexiest date there, you know? and it means a lot that you always want to cheer my projects on! you're excited to see fantastic four? i love hearing that! now you're making me blush saying i looked so handsome in the trailer and really making me blush saying i'm already so hot that i can set a fire all on my own, you're so good for my ego, love. with warfare coming out in april, you're right about having promo coming up, then we'll jump right into promo for fantastic four probably! so i'm glad that you're not working for the moment and can travel around with me, since you know i miss you so much when you're not with me. since we've got a little more time off, do you want to go back to florida for a little while? we can spend time with your parents -- and maybe travel around florida for a little bit so i can see some tourist things! and i was happy to meet your parents, love, and i didn't mind all their questions, it's obvious they love you and want to make sure i'm good enough for you, which i can understand. plus, it feels good knowing i'm the second person you've ever brought home, and again, i understand why they were so curious. plus, it feels good knowing that they like me! though maybe before we go to florida we can go back to london for a little while so you can meet my family? because they've really been bugging me about meeting you. but i can't wait to be back in the warmth of florida if you want to go there for a little while -- though if you have another vacation spot in mind, i'm all ears. i'm glad that i don't have to worry about losing you, because you already know i want you to be with me forever, yeah? and it makes me feel good hearing you'd be just as long without me. good that i can have you in my arms as much as i'd like, since i always love having you in my arms. i hope you know it makes me happy that you love any of the dates i take you on, since i love all the dates you take me on too! i loved getting to see where you love to hang out while we were in tampa, and it was fun getting to listen to some live music as well, since i know you really love seeing live music. it was great getting to spend time in the hot springs before your filming ended, love, and i always have the best time with you there too. don't mind me grinning hearing that you can't ever get enough of me! i'm still in awe of everything you did for my birthday, i'll just have you know that, but everything you planned was so amazing and also perfect for a post-filming celebration! and you're right about having a hot tub handy, since i love using hot tubs with you! it makes me smile just as much knowing that i'm all yours, love, and i love you being mine. i'm glad you'll never get sick of knitted items, because i might be starting to work on my largest project for you yet! i'm glad we don't have to miss each other for a little while, i'm glad we're together right now.

yeah, i've just been worried that bach is lonely and needs someone to play with more, you know? i'm not sure i want another dog as big as bach since he's a beast -- but i also thought about a cat for a little while, but i don't know how they'd get along! i've just always wanted a cat. we'll have to make plans with jamie and anya then to visit the catacomb entrances, and thank you for always protecting me, love, you're the best boyfriend a guy can ask for! i love that i make you blush so often, and you always look so sexy when you do! just like you're making me blush calling me the sexiest, even though i still say that's you. i'm glad that we've had so much fun so far in both of our places in new york, love, and i look forward to breaking them in more when we can, of course! and i love hearing that you're happy being where i am, love, since that means so much to me. i love the idea of you showing me all your favorite places, love, especially the ones where we can dance -- since i love to dance with you! i do love cooking with you a whole lot, and the cooking classes are so much fun with you! but i also really just love cooking at once of our places too, especially when we're trying new things because it's always an adventure. plus, so far everything we've cooked together has been rather tasty! it's safe to say that i liked bentley too, he has such a fun personality! and you know i was happy to give a donation, and would gladly do so again. plus, i loved getting to help feed the other animals that was so cool and i would love to do that again as well. i swear, i was meant to work in a zoo, i just became an actor instead! i'm glad you think my heart is so kind, my love, and it still feels good to know your parents like me, and are happy that they've met me. plus, i love that you talk about me so much, since i talk about you a whole lot too. i can't help but say you're the amazing one when that's clearly the case! i really do think my family will like you -- plus, the fact that you make me as happy as you do will make them like you even more! and i've told them that i told you that i love you, so they know it's serious, which means they're even more excited to meet you. i think we should camp more where i can be around cattle and be on a ranch. what do you think? and i love the idea of cows being giant puppies around me, because they did want my affections, and i couldn't help but cuddle with them. i was thinking we could go to turkey before i have to start doing a lot of promo, what do you think? maybe after we visit florida again, if you're up for that?

i'm glad that i get to wake you up in my favorite way as much as i like, and i especially love that we can stay in bed after because we don't have an early call time. i'm looking forward to promo, but also not looking forward to promo because we won't get to sleep in as much as i like! i'm glad i didn't scare you off at all, owen, because i know sometimes the future can be a scary thought when it comes to relationships, but i so want a future with you. you make my heart race every time you tell me you love me, i hope you know that. and i feel incredibly lucky for you loving me too, so damn lucky. plus, just hearing you say that you'd like us to live together and get married when the timing feels right, that makes me very happy. honestly, i would be happy to have a place together with you in new york, because new york is special to us. and we could just keep my place in london, you know? as you can see i've thought about this! i love you too, owen, and it feels good being able to say it without worrying you're going to run in the other direction. no, because i'm just so all in with you, you know? so anything you have on your mind -- i'd want to hear it. oh, i can understand that when saying i love you was pretty scary for me too. i'm glad you want forever with me, and it makes me smile that it makes your heart race, my love, and i really do want the same thing. i could use some more kisses right now, just saying. i'm still smiling at the way you showed me just how much you loved the red theme for the christmas decorations, and i can't help but smile every time i look at that photo album. i always want to do things to surprise you, though, it makes me so happy. and i'm glad we had such good holidays recently, because valentine's day was pretty amazing with you too. and forever thankful that you're my valentine. i hope that i end up playing the mandolin beautifully since you love that instrument so much, and i want to impress you! so yes, let's start lessons soon. i love seeing you wear that necklace, by the way, it makes me smile. and i figured maybe we could do the cruise after all the promo, as a way to celebrate, what do you think? i'm glad you liked our new years kiss so much, since it was one of my favorite kisses with you! but you're right, all our new years kisses will be memorable. love, i loved the cabin you rented for my birthday, and i loved my birthday gifts so much. you know me so well, and you buy the best gifts. i also loved what you got me for valentine's too, and again, i'm so happy you're my valentine. plus, i loved the valentine dance with you in norway. i loved getting romantic with you and getting to dance with you. plus, you looked gorgeous. and i love hearing that i'm stuck with you, safe to say, and i love the idea of you taking care of me while having to work. you're so amazing and take the best care of me. || @teaguehq

[humanradiojmp]

First impressions with The Gaslight District trailer

Really enjoy how the animation is done. Almost seems like some of it was done maybe on twos instead of ones (24 fps is average and considered animating on ones, so twos would be half at 12 fps) giving it a slightly choppier feel in some instances. Could be wrong on that part, but do know going back that there’s moments where the point of impact is delayed to give an extra punch to whatever is happening. With the editing, gives an impression those are some serious moments.

Stylization very unique and different than the previous two shows. I remember in GlitchX 2023 it was mentioned they were pushing themselves with the stylization and their attempts at getting it right, and it shows. It almost makes me think of a video game with how the graphics are, and I mean that in a good way. Lots of clean but dramatic lighting and solid models for the characters. some of the camera angles also gives this idea, like when it pans from the side to the front of the house (shop?) makes me think the beginning of a cut scene. Plus, some of the details on skin and hair make me think of almost cell shading for comics where there’s a slight line to indicate muscle or hair strands.

Speaking of that particular moment, I’m almost getting earlier 3D animation, like from the 90s-2000s, specifically Monster House. Something about it gives me that same vibe. Also kind of resembles Claymation with the texturing and such, but clearly computer animated.

Honestly just going over the trailer a few times the animation is soooo good. the studio really is getting better and better every episode of their series. Like thinking how Murder Drones started verses how it ended in graphics alone shows how they improved. There’s even signs of better quality between episode one and four of Digital Circus. and it just looks so professional. Big round of applause for everyone who works there/for them for their efforts.

Both from the synopsis of the video and a few things in the video itself indicates the series is going to be quite a doozy. Undead gangsters in a (potentially) gothic punk environment. Whole bunch of conflict from that alone I’m sure, plus what’s going on with our main lead (trying making out her name but just can’t quite get it; if someone could tell me what it is, that’d be great). The main character seems to be loyal to the family she’s part of, but also curious as to where she came from. One scene shows a part of a conspiracy string board with a photo of her and what I’m assuming is her father figure, a torn paper reading “where do I come from?” and a newspaper clipping about humans and how they’re tied to a prophecy involving the destruction of the Gaslight District. Probably suspects she’s not actually undead, or was a human that was killed and revived but with her memories fuzzy at best (We got quite a few characters with memory problems in the Glitch verse. First Tari in Meta Runners, then N in Murder Drones, Pomni and the rest of the humans in Digital Circus and now our main girl here. Is having some form of amnesia a required trope for Glitch? /j)

I swear I know the voice of the main girl, but I can’t put my finger on it. Big butcher bug looking guy kind of sounds like Pete from all the Mickey Mouse stuff (grew up watching a lot of Disney stuff don’t come at me for the first idea I got) but a lot more gravely.

I feel like I’m going to say this a lot, but very unique designs for the cast. With things like animation what makes them stand out from one another is the designs of the cast and world as a whole. There’s some gangly boney like characters in the background and then the main cast. There’s the bug butcher that also almost makes me think of the Kraang from TMNT 2K12, a guy with a loaf of bread for a head, skin degrading skeleton guy, and our main girl that looks mostly mummified if the wrappings around her body are any indication. Not to mention that giant thing with the eye both in the thumbnail and family photo. I feel like @endomentendo is really going to get a kick out of the designs here because a lot of reminds me of their art, at least with some of their OCs. I want to push my capabilities of drawing characters that aren’t quite perfectly human so I might try my hand at drawing one of these guys for practice. (anyone else notice one guy eating cars that has a head that I think is supposed to be a luggage bag but looks a lot like Caine?)

Intrigued by the soundtrack. Like the hollow-ish bell sounds in the first half and then the more hopeful, light track of the second half that’s paired with the violence. Bright happy music with sad or violent things has got to be one of my favorite tropes. And sound design in general is really good. with the whispers and the different sound effects like the gun shots and punches and drowning, all well done.

Overall, a testament to the team’s work and skill, and showing another example of someone’s creativity being highlighted in a way they may not have had the chance before. I vaguely remember how Part Time Seagull (the creator of The Gaslight District) was working/planning to make this a series, but 2D and had some concept art, which is how he was found by Glitch. It really is great that the studio is trying to help people have their dreams realized and helping others showcase their works and ideas (thinking how GlitchX 2024 was more of a showcase of others’ works then their own). Truly a powerhouse of indie animation.

Watch the trailer here:

[escapismbook]

ESCAPISM

→ Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

→ AUs: non idol!au→ Genre(s): dark romance, smut, mature, mafia

→ Trope(s): professor-student, forbidden romance, dark, slow-burn, seductive, mafia

→ Rating: mature/explicit (this is mature/explicit content, so you have been warned.)

→ Word count: 2.3k

→ warnings + triggers: explicit smut, (female) OC is innocent and pure and Yoongi is desperate for her. Drug use, Strong language, Explicit scenes, Mentions of S.A, Violence, Dark Themes, Crime Elements, Alcohol, Club setting, Obsession, Possessive, Protective Love, Emotional.

→ Author’s note: Escapism is a dark romance—intense, poetic, and deeply atmospheric. It explores desire, deception, and the pull of the forbidden. This story contains mature themes, including:   

This story is also written by two authors. Both working on the two couple. Please read with caution. For those who stay, welcome to a world where love and darkness intertwine.

Dedication:

Reaches out to cup your cheek, "now be a good girl for me."

A small note: When you see the italic font, it means they are speaking in Korean.

CHAPTER THREE | SHAMELESS Song for chapter: Rosenfeld | Body (slowed)

“You fixed that devil machine?” Aalia eyed Jungkook’s helmet as he dropped it onto the table, his leather jacket still clinging to the last remnants of early summer heat.

He smirked, glancing at her over his shoulder. “And you’re still getting on,” he shot back, then twisted his chair around to face her fully. There was a glint in his eyes, something playful yet laced with intrigue. “I heard,” his gaze flickered toward Sol Jin before resting back on Aalia, “that you went to Kitty Gang on Saturday.”

Aalia blinked. The mere mention of that name sent a ripple through her chest, a reminder of something half-buried, something she had spent all of Sunday trying to convince herself had never happened. “I did,” she sighed, exhaling as if that might erase the memory.

Jungkook laughed, slamming his hand against the table. His head tipped back, eyes closing in sheer amusement. Aalia didn’t have siblings, but if she did, Jeon Jungkook would have been her brother in another life. “Sol told me they basically dragged you there,” he continued, his laughter unrelenting.

She watched him double over in his seat, clutching his stomach as if this was the most comical thing he had ever heard.  “Alright, it’s not that bloody funny,” she punched his arm, rolling her eyes. “How long d’you wanna go on for?” Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, finally catching his breath.

“If you could all take your seats,” a new voice entered the classroom. It was deep, smooth, edged with a quiet authority that commanded attention without effort.

Aalia rolled her eyes at Jungkook as he turned his chair back to his table as his laughter was fading.

But when she looked out towards the front of the class her eyes streached. Her breath stilled. The chatter around her dimmed, the edges of her vision blurred as if she had just stepped into some fever dream.

Her fingers curled against the surface of her laptop. The overhead lights cast sharp lines against the expensive cut of his three-piece suit vest, ink-black against a crisp white shirt and a black tie. His presence was not loud, nor was it demanding. But it filled the space, settled into the walls, into the air, into her very skin.

A flicker of recognition, so brief and yet so potent, it almost amused him. There she was. Tucked away in the back, partially sliding down deeper into her seat as if she was trying to hide behind her laptop. Her long hair fell down in delicate waves, and the sleeves of her blue blouse were rolled to her elbows and tucked into the waistband of her black skirt.

His lips curved—internally, invisibly—though his expression remained unreadable. This should be fun.

He turned his attention back to the room, his gaze never returning to her. Instead, he adjusted his cufflinks, smoothed down the lapel of his suit, and exhaled slow, deliberate control. Being a Min had taught him well. Emotions were to be kept in check, locked away in the recesses of a mind trained for strategy. He would not falter.

"Good morning." His voice cut through the idle murmurs, deep and smooth, laced with an authority that settled in the marrow of her bones. “My name is Min Yoongi, and I’ll be your business studies professor for this year.”

The words were simple, professional, but all Aalia could think to herself were three words; 

What. The. Fuck.

She hid behind her laptop, eyes flickering over the edge of her screen to glance at him from time to time as she tried to make sense of that was going on. He didn’t seem surprised to see her. In fact, he didn’t show anything. It was almost like he didn’t acknowlage her.

Was this the same guy from satuday? she thought to herself while biting down on the inside corner of her mouth.

Her eyes shifted back over her laptop to take another look at him. He had a fair complexion that seemed to glow under the lights. His jet-black hair swept back effortlessly, revealing his forehead and accentuating the natural angles of his face. His features balanced softness and precision—his face framed delicate yet striking contours, complemented by a button nose that gave him an almost youthful charm. His eyes, a deep brown with a slight cat-like shape, were both alluring and intense, drawing attention effortlessly. They carried a subtle sharpness, as though they could read the soul of anyone they settled on, while still holding a warmth that softened their gaze.  

Was this him? she asked herself. 

Aalia swallowed hard, her mind a cacophony of fragmented images—the press of lips, the burn of something intoxicating, a kiss that had left an imprint on the very fabric of her being. But here, under the unforgiving white lights of reality, uncertainty wove its cruel fingers around her throat. The Yoongi she had kissed had existed in shadows, in a place where time stretched and identities blurred. This man was composed, sharp-edged, unshaken.

Maybe he just looked like him? Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, weaving together impossible coincidences?

“In this moduel we will be covering Entrepenurship, Principles of Marketing, Global Supply Chains and International Business,” he continuted speaking while flicking through the presentation. There was no hesitation in his voice, no flicker of recognition—at least, not outwardly. His expression remained unreadable, detached.

Aalia exhaled slowly, the tension in her chest unraveling just slightly. He wasn’t looking at her. He wasn’t acknowledging anything Perhaps this wasn’t him. No. It couldn’t be. Her mind had to be playing tricks on her. The dim lights of Kitty Gang had twisted reality, blurred the edges of a stranger’s face until it resembled something—someone—familiar.

Yes, that was it. 

As the day went on, Aalia took notes dueing classes, started gathering material for her assigments and even felt relaxed. The nervous energy that had gripped her since morning loosened its hold, and by the time the afternoon sun began its descent, she had almost convinced herself that she had imagined it all.

And when the clock struck five and the students began filing out, stretching and murmuring about dinner plans, Aalia collected her things, moving toward the door with the ease of someone who had left all uncertainty behind.

Then, just as she reached the threshold—

"Aalia."

Her name, spoken in that same low, rich timbre, stopped her in her tracks.

Slowly, she turned, her pulse thrumming against the fragile wall of her composure.

Min Yoongi stood from his chair, his brown eyes finally – *finally* meeting hers for the first time that day. The look in his eyes was unreadable—something between amusement and something far more dangerous.

"I need to speak to you for a moment."

“I’ll see you tomorrow."

something inside his chest spiked at the sound of her posh english accent. He wanted to hear more of it.

she waved to her classmates as they closed the door to the classroom.

He walked around his desk to stand in front of it and leaned against the edge. His hands in his pockets as he watched her, the corners of his lips twitching. She was blissfully unaware, stumbling through a game she didn’t even know had begun. And Yoongi was waiting for the moment she would realize.

He cleared his throat. “I took a look at your files,” he said. “Your grades are fine – sixty-eight percent is good, but they could be better. You are putting in enough effort, Aalia?”

Aalia nodded and gave him a small smile. “I will work on that,” she said. “No worries.” Yoongi held back a laugh. He was completely baffled by how oblivious she was.

He watched her walk towards the door, but before she could even exhale, his shadow eclipsed hers. The air thickened, the space behind her now occupied. His presence was silent, effortless, and yet it carried the weight of something final. Something inevitable. He stood behind her, one hand still in his pocket while the other was pressed agasint the door holding it shut, preventing her from leaving. 

She stilled, a delicate deer caught in the jaws of a wolf.

Yoongi had seen many reactions in his life—fear, desperation, reverence—but this? This was priceless.

Aalia’s fingers stiffened around the door handle, but she could not turn it. Not when she felt him move behind her, a presence as dark and vast as the night itself. His proximity sent a shiver down her spine—not out of fear, not exactly, but something far more complicated. Something that made her pulse thunder against her ribs.

He had waited all day, letting her believe she had escaped unscathed, allowing her the fragile comfort of denial. It had been entertaining to watch, really, the way she peeked at him from behind her laptop, the way she whispered to herself as if trying to unravel the impossible.

And then, his voice. Low. Deep. Brushed with something that tasted like amusement, but with an undercurrent of something more dangerous. 

He let the words slip past his lips slowly, deliberately, knowing they would land like a dagger.

“I miss the taste of your lips.”

Her. Blood. Ran. Cold.

The effect was immediate. He could feel it. The sharp inhale of breath, the tightening of her fingers against the door handle, the way her pulse thundered so loudly he swore he could hear it. The words struck her with the force of a storm, reverberating through her bones. Her stomach plummeted, sinking like dead weight into the abyss, dragging her thoughts—her denial—down with it.

No, this was not…

Her head slowly turned, her movement reluctant as if prolonging the inevitable would somehow change reality. 

Her eyes found his, and that was her undoing. It was him. The shadows at Kitty Gang, the scent of expensive cologne and the ciggarette smell, the way his hands had felt as thet traced aling her skin. 

He stood behind her, one hand still pressed agaisnt the door by her head, and his other hand in the pocket of his tailored trousers. His face was unreadble, carved from something ancient, something exquisite. He didn’t smile, not fully, but the corners of his mouth curled into a small smirk. He watched her with quiet amusement, his gaze dragging over the delicate tremble of her lips, the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed down the truth.

Her knees nearly gave out. 

She spent the entire day convinced that she had her professor and the guy from Kitty Gang simply looked alike. But there was no mistaking it now. His presence swallowed the space between them, and Aalia could feel it in her bones, in her very breath. She, Aalia Lancaster Hong had kissed her professor. 

Then, his voice—low, steady, edged with something dangerously close to amusement.

“Ah, so you do remember.”

Her pulse lurched. There was something cruel in the way he spoke, something taunting, as if he was drawing out her torment for his own satisfaction. Like a cat cornering a trembling mouse, not quite ready to end the game, but savoring the chase. 

Aalia inhaled sharply, ducked under his arm, and took several steps away, putting space between them. A safer distance. A barrier she desperately needed. “Loo- look,” she stuttred. “Saturday should not have happened.” 

Min Yoongi, unfazed, exhaled through his nose—half-amused, half-indulgent. He pushed himself off the doorframe and strolled toward his desk. His movements were unhurried, precise, calculated. He leans against the edge, arms crossing over his chest as if he’s settling in for something entertaining. His sharp eyes never wavered from her. “Hmm, and why is that?” his voice was maddenigly calm, as if he truly did not undersand why this was an issue. 

Aalia’s lips parted, then closed. A spark of frustration ignited in her chest. How could he be so— 

“Because,” she whisper-yelled, heat rushing to her face, “you’re my professor and I’m your student!”

Her voice trembled at the edges, barely containing the storm brewing beneath her skin. It wasn’t just the reality of their circumstances; it was the way he looked at her. Like none of it mattered. Like this was all a game.

Yoongi watches her, utterly unfazed. If anything, he seems to find her reaction amusing. His lips twitch, betraying the smirk he barely holds back. His fingers tap against his bicep as he exhales, as if considering something before speaking, “But we did kiss.”

Her stomach twisted. She felt the weight of his words press against her skin. She could still taste the memory of it—the whiskey, the cigarettes, the sheer, unrelenting heat of his mouth against hers. Aalia shook her head, forcing herself to breathe.

“And it won’t happen again.” Her voice was firm. She turned on her heel, making her way toward the door. She could not wait to get out of this classroom and breathe fresh air. 

But she barely made it two steps before his fingers closed around her wrist. His fingers wrap around her wrist—not hard, but firm, unyielding. “You think I’m just gonna let you walk out of here after I’ve had a taste of you?” 

She turned her head, her breath uneven as she looked up at him. He was close – too close. Her heart slammed against her ribs, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of showing him what she was feeling.

"Tough,” her eyes bore into his. “You took my first kiss—I’ll make peace with that. But this?” she gestured between them. “No." Her voice was sharp. 

She tugged her wrist from his hold. “Good evening, sir.” And with that, she walked out, leaving Yoongi in the empty classroom, a smirk finally unfurling across his lips. He watched the door swing shut, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he exhales a quiet chuckle, low and amused.

[flippinpancakes64]

I was fascinated by "The Cullens with their Daughter! Reader"

I wonder if you could do a sequel about what their relationship would be like? And also what the reader's relationship with their father or mother's partner would be like :D

The Cullens with their Daughter! Reader: part 2

Okay I had to go back and read my own stuff cause it’s been so long but I think I have sum ideas so hopefully this is good

This is a part 2 to my story The Cullens with their Daughter! Reader

(Also hopefully that link works I've never had to link anything before)

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

You are at your wit’s end with your dad

He’s incredibly old fashioned for someone who looks like a teenager

He tried making a bunch of rules that you had to follow

But who would listen to someone who glitters in the sun?

Not you

And not Renesmee

You two are partners in crime

And your crime is annoying him

You get along with Bella amazingly

All three of you gang up on him and it’s so satisfying

But despite the fact that you two look the same age, you do have respect for him

And for Bella, to an extent

You see her as the fun aunt

And that makes Edward the not-so-fun uncle

But dw he loves you and he knows you love him too

You just don’t love when he tries to tell you to wear something less revealing

Alice:

Both you and Alice share the gift of premonition

And you bond over that

Plus the fact that neither of you can remember your pasts too well

Not to mention that you are both rays of sunshine

So Jasper was immediately drawn to you as well

He’s never really been the strong paternal type

But man does he love Alice

So it’s hard for him not to love you too

It’s definitely like the duo in a trio dynamic

But the one where it’s like two friends and the boyfriend that follows them around

So even though she doesn’t remember having you

She loves you all the same

She wouldn’t trade you for the world

Jasper:

He’s kinda shy at first

But once he gets to know you, he’s like a father figure

He apologizes endlessly for leaving you all those years ago

It doesn’t matter if you forgive him

He still beats himself up for it

He always talks bad about himself as a father

Saying he’s not dad material and stuff like that

But the truth is that he is

Even if your hair isn’t long enough, he will offer to braid it

How does he know how to braid?

He had Alice teach him

Why did he have Alice teach him?

Because he wanted to do that for you

He’s great at giving advice

And also great at comforting due to his gift

He may not be the traditional father type

But he gives his all to be the best for you

And Alice fills in the gaps where she can

You may not be a human girl going through human girl things

But to be a woman is to struggle 😞

So she takes you on little shopping trips and just generally is there for you

Rosalie:

I fear I don’t even need to say anything

She’s over the moon

She’s always wanted a baby and now she has the one that was taken from her so many years ago

Two peas in a pod

She’s never been this happy in all the years any of the Cullens have known her

It doesn’t matter how old you physically are

She will dress you up and do your hair and take care of you

Don’t take this moment from her

It’s healing

Like getting a toy you always wanted when you were a kid as an adult

And of course, Emmett is right there by her side

The his man would tunnel a hole through Mount Everest if Rosalie asked him to

So of course he tries his best to be a father figure for her daughter

He likes to be the fun one

And Rosalie is so happy that she actually doesn’t even care

You and Emmett could trash her entire makeup collection

She would care about that part

But it wouldn’t be like if Edward or Bella had done it

She forgives you guys

Eventually

Something she would never have done otherwise

You changed her for the better

Emmett:

He’s so happy to finally be able to meet you and get to know you

He wishes your mother were still alive so he could check in on her, but it’s been too long

So he steps up

Even though you’re old enough to take care of yourself, he still tries to be the dad you never had

You are always on his side during baseball

And even though you’re an indestructible vampire

He kicks anyone’s ass who hurts you

Jasper hit the baseball once and in your attempt to catch it, it hit you straight in the head

Him and Jasper wrestled and fought for hours

Anyways

He always makes sure you have everything you need

Makes sure you’ve killed a deer first before he gets his own animal

Makes a point to take you everywhere

He’s going to school early?

You’re coming too

A football game?

You’re right there in the front row wearing his jersey

And of course, Rosalie is heavily involved

She desperately wants to be a mom

So she does whatever she can to bond with you

Esme:

Naturally, she was devastated when she had to leave you

But now that you're back, she does everything with you

You become one of her girls just like Alice, Rosalie, and Bella

Shopping dates, tea parties, gossip sessions

Everything

She tries her best not to be overbearing though

Jasper nearly gags on how strong her love is

She doesn't want to overwhelm you

But she also can't help it

She definitely has the 'unsure mom trying her best' vibe

Even though she's been a 'mother' for almost 100 years

Apologized endlessly for having to leave you and explains the whole story with her death and Carlisle saving her

Speaking of Carlisle

It's hard not to like the guy

He's naturally fatherly

And he also doesn't try too hard to take that spot in your life

When you were alive, you had a father

He understands that and he never tries to overstep

So he just remains a constant figure who you can go to with anything

Carlisle:

He's more shocked than anything

Like he had a daughter all this time and he never knew?

He's making up for the lost years IMMEDIATELY

Wants to know everything that had gone on in your life

And how you came to be

Obviously, he would've been a vampire when you were conceived

So your mother definitely died while having you

RIP I guess

Like I said for Esme, he doesn't try to be something he's not

He doesn't want to force you to see him like a father even if you never had a father figure in your life

He does his best to simply be a constant, comforting presence

You can seek him out if you want

You can ignore him if you want

He'll love and support you either way

Gives you literally all of his money LMAO

JK you have just as much access to his money as any of the other Cullens

The only difference is that he goes out of his way to buy gifts for you when he just lets the other kids do and get what they want

He wants you to know that he thinks of you and cares for you

And Esme of course is a natural mother

She quickly accepts you as one of her own and treats you as such

It's a nice change of pace from being with the Volturi

Vampire! Bella:

She is so happy to be reunited with her niece

She thought she'd never see you again

She's so excited to finally be able to show you her true self

Now you get to know why Aunt Bella wasn't able to come around as often when you were younger

You both grow in your vampires lives together

It's perfect support since you're both new to this

Either one of you having cravings?

You're both there to get through it together

You both also share stories from your human lives in order to keep memories from fading from that time

And you and Renesmee get along well of course

You had always seen Bella as a second mom

So your dynamic with her is similar to Renesmee's

Now

You are a Swan

So you're a little stubborn

That means you disagree with Edward from time to time

He and Bella butt heads

I imagine him and Renesmee do too

So it only makes sense that you give him a hard time as well

Don't get me wrong you love him too

But it's so fun to tease him <3

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Do you think Bella and Edward have any sexual tension, sexual chemistry in the books?

What Attracts Bella to Edward and What Attracts Edward to Bella and Edward and Bella's Sex Life

The thing is, yes, they have tons, it's just that it's.... interesting.

All the Times These Two Clearly Are into Each Other in a Sexual Way

I'm sure none of us will ever forget the mysterious sex pollen Biology video which, through some unknown magic, causes both Edward and Bella to be horny for an hour-long period at the same time for multiple days in a row.

Lights go off and BOOM the randiness commences.

Bella's also constantly thinking about how HOT HOT HOT Edward is, and not in an intellectual way, she wants to physically touch him and is infamously upset when he refuses to have sex with her until marriage.

As for Edward, for all that he's always the one to put a stop to shenanigans (mostly because Bella doesn't take it at all seriously and yes, Bella, he really could kill her on accident and please don't make that increasingly likely) in Midnight Sun he's...

Well...

He's one of those interesting types that presents himself as a cerebral, romantic, intellectual who has little of the baser instincts--but he also gets fucking weird listening to Bella's heartbeat, smelling her, fantasizing about her blood, and eating her tears.

If that tear eating scene wasn't sexual, I don't know what is.

So, yes, they're clearly very attracted to one another and ze tension is there.

What's the Catch?

They're attracted to more... the idea/general superficial values of one another.

Edward fixates on the qualities that make Bella human. Her smell (has he mentioned her smell), her softness, her smell, her heartbeat, her fragility, her smell--you get the idea.

Now, Edward isn't into other humans at all... but they also don't smell nearly as good.

On Bella's end, she's fixated on everything about Edward that makes him look like a vampire. His topaz eyes, his hard crystal skin, his inhuman beauty and grace, and while there's a sprinkling of imagining him as a Byronic hero that seems to be just icing on the cake. It's true she finds Edward especially pretty for a vampire, but 'vampire's' the selling point here.

But then again, everyone has a type and that's just the type for these two. I suppose it's no different than anyone else finding people attractive or not.

Now, whether this lasts for Edward once Bella's turned...

That's a different story.

TL;DR

I still think about that Biology class and wonder what the fuck they were watching.

Was it "and now, the sea slugs mate"? Was it penguins freezing to death in Antarctica? We'll never know.

[aewon]

the shift

jungwon x fem reader genre: smut MDNI!!!! wc: 3593 warnings: e2l kinda, ice hockey player jungwon (just mentioned), manager reader, mentioned other members, mentioned chaewon( she’s my go to clearly lol), jungwon’s just annoying to reader, virgin reader, dick sucking, pussy eating, multiple orgasms (2 each), fingering, flirty jungwon, cursing obv, if there’s anything else lmk

note: this is a rewrite of a fic that i had on @/wonkizz, it’s not great but it’s better than what i had og so :p the smut isn’t great but oh well also not proofread so

The university’s ice hockey team was golden, and it was all thanks to Yang Jungwon.

The team’s captain had spent long hours training to make sure the team was efficient in every category.

And now, their hard work paid off as they had landed a spot in nationals against one of the hardest teams to beat.

They’re not worried, they know the team is good, but they’re better.

Normally, you’d praise a team for being confident in their skills, but you think they’re just damn cocky.

It’s even worse considering the fact that Jungwon has taken an unknown liking to you, the team's manager.

Why are you their manager? Because you needed the credit for a class and it was the only thing available.

Back to Jungwon.

The guy is infuriating. He flirts with you constantly, teasing you and messing with you. It’s annoying and no matter how much you tell him to stop, he never does.

With the amount the two of you bicker back and forth, you’re surprised you haven’t been fired yet.

Now, in terms of nationals, it’s an away game, which means a trip to another state. As their manager, that means you have to go too.

You curse every being out there at the fact that you have to go, but what can you do?

It’s 6:00 am when you arrive at the meet up spot on campus. Coach Shin, the head (and only) coach, is already there with the small bus set up for you and the team to take.

The boys aren’t here yet, no surprise there. They always like to be late, for whatever god given reason they have.

“Those boys, I swear they give me a headache every single fucking day,” Coach Shin complains. You can only nod along with his sentiment, scrolling your phone with no real purpose.

6:15 rolls around and oh thank heavens! Here they come in Jay’s beat up car that he loves to call his baby regardless of its status.

Jungwon doesn’t waste a moment, coming to your side and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Did you sleep well, pretty?”

You push his side, trying and failing to get him off you.

“No, unfortunately I didn’t. But I’ll be taking the chance to catch up on my sleep on the bus.”

“Oh?” He inquires, “And what exactly made it not so good? Did something keep you up? Or…someone?”

You push him harder, scowling as he laughs at your face.

Although you finally managed to free yourself from him, the thought of being stuck on a bus with him for 6 hours does not please you.

Coach Shin gathers everyone on the bus, choosing to sit near the front while the boys sit in the back.

You put in your headphones, playing your music on low while the bus departs.

As you leave campus, and eventually your town, your eyes begin to flutter.

They eventually shut and you fall asleep.

When you awaken, your head isn’t resting on the window like it was when you left. Instead, it’s resting against something softer, something moving.

You open your eyes, looking up to see Jungwon’s face centimeters from yours.

You shoot up, realizing your head was resting on his shoulder.

“Sleep well?” He asks, scrolling through his phone like nothing.

“Why are you here?” You ask, trying to create space between your bodies but failing miserably.

“You looked lonely, so I decided to keep you company.”

“Well I wasn’t, if anything you interrupted me.”

Jungwon pouts mockingly, “That’s not very nice. I tried to be kind and this is how I’m repaid?”

“And how exactly do you want to be repaid?”

He takes the opportunity to slide his arm around your waist, squeezing your side, “I could think of one way.”

You grab his arm, gripping his wrist tightly and taking it off you, “As if!”

The whole team begins to laugh at your expense.

You sit there, planning on how to kill Jungwon in your head while he goes back to his original seat, smirking.

You look down at your phone, realizing 4 hours have passed. You sigh in relief, only 2 more hours to go.

Those 2 hours pass somewhat quickly, and you’re parking at your hotel before you know it.

As you get off the bus and gather your things, the sun shines down on you.

It’s blue skies and sunshine in this state, and you wish for nothing more than time to relax.

Coach Shin gathers you all in the hotel lobby, checking in and handing you room keys.

“Naturally you’re all paired with someone, except Y/N.”

“Don’t tell me she gets a room to herself,” Heeseung complains, making the others start to complain as well.

Coach Shin raises his hand, “Don’t start! Of course she has a room to herself, idiots!”

The boys grumble on their way up to the hotel floor.

You check into your room, throwing your bag on the small couch and sitting on the bed eagerly.

You pull out your phone, texting your friend Chaewon.

You: we just checked in :p

Chae 🐯: has jungwon annoyed you much?

You: of course he has but it’s whatever ig 🤥

Chae 🐯: yall gotta like…fuck it out or smth atp

You: EW no why would i do that

Chae 🐯: because the tension is crazy!!!

You: the tension is made up in your head 🙂‍↕️

Chae 🐯: WHATEVER what are you gonna do now

You: i think we’re getting lunch or smth and then idk

Chae 🐯: well keep me updated

You: yeah yeah 😑

You turn off your phone just as there’s a knock on your door.

Coach Shin stands there, “We’re headed to lunch, are you ready?”

You grab your purse with your hotel key, wallet and phone.

“Yes, let’s go!”

The boys are already waiting by the elevator for you, and you all cram inside and head downstairs to the dining hall.

Once seated, you order fettuccine with shrimp scampi while everyone else gets some sort of beef or chicken. They’re all protein freaks, always talking about getting in more of it everyday.

Lunch goes by with little to no conversation between you and any of the boys, no surprise there.

Although you do make conversation with Coach Shin about nationals and how the boys need to play if they want to win.

Not that it really interests you.

You couldn’t care less if they win or lose.

Everyone is given time off to do whatever they want once lunch is over.

You choose to head to the hotel pool to finally relax, and maybe even tan a little.

You put on your bathing suit, and head to the pool with the same purse you brought to lunch.

Surprisingly, there’s no one around.

You sit back on your towel and relax, letting yourself soak up the sun that beats down on you.

But of course, you can never have anything to yourself.

Within 15 minutes of your relaxation, you hear an agitating noise come from the entrance by the pool.

You look up and see the boys, all in their swimsuits, heading your way.

You groan, “Oh Jesus Christ! Can’t a woman get one fucking minute of peace!”

They all look at you, grinning mischievously. They know! They know damn well!

“You don’t own the pool,” Sunghoon says knowingly.

“No shit I don’t own the pool, but you knew I’d be down here to relax and now I can’t!”

“We’ll be quiet, swear,” Jake says, crossing his fingers over his heart.

You sigh, laying your head back down, trying to get back into your relaxation mode.

That was a damn lie.

Within 5, no! 4 minutes, they’re making noise. So much noise it could wake up the dead. Splashing, yelling, cursing, you name it they’re doing it!

Nobody else seems to be bothered because no one comes out to tell them to shut up, so it’s just you and them. Them, overjoyed and you, annoyed.

You want to bang your head against the nearest wall when you hear Jungwon’s voice call out to you, “How’d you know blue’s my favorite color?” He asks, referring to your bathing suit.

“I didn’t,” you respond. “I didn’t wear this for you!”

He puts his hands up in mock surrender, “If you say so. You should come in, the water feels great.”

You look down at the blue water, and back up at him repeatedly. “I’d rather not, it looks cold.”

“Oh come on,” he whines, “it’s not! See for yourself.” With that, he sends a big splash your way, dousing the bottom of your legs with water.

You curse at the cold temperature, Jungwon now laughing hysterically along with the other guys.

You get up before you know it, and send a big splash that douses the entirety of them in one sitting.

They all look at you in shock, Jungwon especially as if he isn’t the one who started it.

“No fair! I didn’t wanna get my hair wet,” Sunghoon complains.

“Well that’s too bad now isn’t it,” you retort, hands on your hips.

Before you can say anything further, Jungwon is out of the pool, lifting you up in his arms.

You didn’t realize how strong or broad he is.

As your hands find his shoulders to hold onto, you begin to panic, “What are you doing? Put me down!”

“Nope, now you’ve done it,” Jungwon says smiling, and then without another word he throws you into the pool.

You hit the water with a big splash, the boys all cheering as you’re now just as soaked as them.

You come up, looking at Jungwon in pure shock and somewhat horror.

“You…you’re so dead!”

Jungwon shrugs, “Guess I’m dead then.”

You spend the next half hour playing with the boys in the pool.

By the time you get back to your room, you’ve tired yourself out.

After showering and changing, you take a long nap.

Once you awaken, the clock next to you reads 7:00 pm.

You order dinner for yourself and eat while watching the latest show on Netflix.

By 7:30 you’ve finished your meal and are relaxing when there’s a knock at your door.

Jungwon stands there, freshly showered too.

“Hi,” he says, albeit somewhat awkwardly.

“Hey, do you need something?”

“I wanted to talk, if that’s alright?”

You step aside, letting him in, “Sure, what about?”

“Us,” he says.

You stand there confused as he sits on the edge of your bed.

“What about us?” You ask.

“I felt like there was a shift today, when we were having fun earlier. It felt…different. Having fun with you instead of arguing with you. It was nice.”

“I agree, it was nice Jungwon. I liked seeing that side of you that doesn’t constantly annoy me.”

You didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but it does.

But instead of looking hurt or offended, Jungwon just smirks, “But do you realize why I annoy you?”

You shake your head.

“It’s because I like you, stupid.”

You take a second to take in those words. I…like…you? He likes you?

“You mean like, romantically?”

“Yes Y/N, romantically.” He chuckles, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

You stand there, not knowing what to do.

“Why…why do you like me?”

Jungwon seems caught off guard by that question.

He thinks for a minute before answering,

“I like how passionate you are with everything you do. Even with hockey, we know you don’t really like it but you still do your best as our manager regardless. I like your laugh and your smile, even when they’re not directed at me. I like how clumsy you are sometimes. I like how your tongue sticks out when you’re concentrating on something. I like everything about you, Y/N.”

You feel your heart beat faster as Jungwon speaks, taking in his words and his feelings with care and kindness rather than disgust or disdain.

“Jungwon, I didn’t know you really felt that way.”

“I don’t expect you to feel the same. I just wanted you to know. And I thought maybe, maybe we could try something. I could take you out? See how you feel about that?”

You don’t know what switch inside you went off, but the thought of a date with Jungwon, after today’s events, doesn’t seem so bad.

“I’d actually like that. I’d like that a lot.”

He perks up and it’s oh so cute.

You finally find the courage to sit next to him on the bed, brushing your hand against his.

He looks into your eyes, for any signs of discomfort.

When he doesn’t find any, he leans in, pressing a delicate kiss against your lips.

It only lasts a few seconds, but it’s breathtaking nonetheless.

“Jungwon?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.”

He does as he’s told, pressing his lips against yours harder this time.

You reciprocate the kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your hands finding the base of his neck and playing with the hair at the nape of it.

Your lips move in sync, creating more passion as it goes.

Jungwon moves, his hand that was resting on the bed comes forward to rest on your waist.

His tongue presses against your lips and you open your mouth, giving him access.

Your tongues move together, the kiss becoming more and more heated as time goes on.

Jungwon’s hand comes to rest on your arm, lightly pushing you down so you're resting on the bed, his frame coming to hover over you.

You separate, lightly gasping for air as you look into each other’s eyes.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do,” Jungwon says, practically pleading.

“I want this, Jungwon. I want you.”

Jungwon dives back in, trailing kisses down the front of your neck, to the exposed part of your chest.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, “Can I take this off?”

“Please.”

He pulls it up, over your head.

His large hands find your breasts immediately.

His fingers tug and twist your nipples, making your back arch up off the bed.

He leans down, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it as you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck Jungwon, that feels…” you trail off, not able to finish your sentence as he switches to the other nipple.

He trails kisses down your stomach, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

“Wait,” you say, and Jungwon stops immediately.

“What is it? Are you uncomfortable?”

“No, no. I just… I wanna take care of you first.”

“Y/N you don’t have to—”

“But I want to. Although, I’ve never done this before, so you’ll have to guide me.”

“You’re a virgin?”

You nod, taking your lip between your teeth.

“That’s okay, pretty, I’ll guide you.”

Jungwon gets up and takes his own shirt off, revealing what you saw earlier but weren’t paying attention to.

His broad shoulders, toned chest and lean torso.

You could drool, he’s so your type.

Your attention is taken by him shrugging his pants and boxers down.

You get down on the carpet in front of him, anticipating.

His cock is already hard. It stands at attention, long and girthy but not too much.

You have to admit, you’ve done some research online in anticipation of this moment. You just hope you don’t fuck it up.

You spit into your hand, lathering it on his cock, listening to him hiss as your cold hand meets the warmth of his skin.

The tip is blaring red, evident of how much he wants this.

You stroke him a few times, just to start.

Then, you slowly take him into your mouth, starting just with the head.

You suck on it, tasting the precum he’s been leaking.

Then you take more of him into your mouth, avoiding your teeth as much as you can.

“God, it seems like you already know what you’re doing, where’d that come from huh?” You know he’s teasing but you feel a responsibility to answer genuinely.

You pull off of him slowly, “I may have done some research about this kind of thing before.”

You smile up at him, watching as his mouth opens in slight shock.

“Ah, so my pretty girl isn’t as innocent as she looks?”

His hand comes up to grab the back of your head, not forcing you but simply as a guide.

You take him back into your mouth, holding what won’t fit in your mouth.

You begin to bob your head, stroking what doesn’t fit.

You think you’re doing a good job, if Jungwon’s moans mean anything.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” he says.

You use the hand that’s stroking him and twist it slightly as you go, creating a solid rhythm.

The sounds of you sucking his cock turn him on so much, he thinks he could cum from that alone, but that plus the pleasure he’s feeling being Jungwon closer to orgasm than he’d like to admit.

Within just a few minutes, he’s close.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, pretty. Where do you want it?”

You pull off slightly but keep the tip in your mouth, sucking on it, indicating you want him to cum in your mouth.

Jungwon thinks he’s a goner, as he cums in your mouth, painting your throat white while he moans loudly.

As he comes down from his high, panting softly, he helps you up from the floor, before turning you around and pushing you back against the bed.

“It’s my turn to please you.”

As you sit up against the pillows, his fingers find the waistband of your shorts, “Can I take these off?”

You nod, watching as his eyes come in contact with your bare pussy.

“No underwear? Naughty girl.”

You’re already soaking wet, your arousal painting your folds and making them glisten in the dim lighting of the room.

“Fuck, you look so pretty. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby,” Jungwon says, taking a gentle finger and rubbing it against your folds.

You jerk at the contact, whining as his fingers slide through them.

“Are you gonna make me feel good, Wonnie?”

He groans at the cute nickname, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

With that, he leans down, taking your clit directly into his mouth.

You gasp, arching off the bed as Jungwon sucks on it.

His fingers play with your folds as his tongue swirls around your clit, playing with it.

“Oh my god, Jungwon!”

Fingers soaked in your arousal, he slowly eases one finger inside you, being as gentle as he can.

You whimper at the intrusion. It doesn’t hurt but it’s uncomfortable.

“I know pretty, I know,” he comforts you, thumb rubbing your clit making you feel just as much pleasure.

He goes back to sucking on it, tongue gathering all your slick and swallowing it eagerly.

“You taste so good, I’ll get addicted.”

He slowly thrusts and curls that finger inside you, the uncomfortable feeling being replaced by pleasure.

Your moans fill the room, your hands coming up to grip Jungwon’s hair.

“That’s right baby, hold onto me,” he says, encouraging you.

As he sucks on your clit, he inserts another finger, curling them repeatedly, stretching you open.

Minutes pass and you can feel the band in your stomach tighten, “I’m gonna cum, Jungwon, fuck!”

“Cum for me, pretty,” he says, as you cum all over his tongue and fingers.

He takes it all in, swallowing your release and watching in amazement as it coats his fingers, more and more spilling out.

He leans forward, lips meeting yours as you taste yourself on him.

“You ready for my cock?” He asks and you nod, spreading your legs further.

He runs his cock up and down your pussy, coating it in your release, before slowly pushing inside you.

Your breathing gets slightly heavier at the feeling of fullness, but it’s a good feeling.

He pauses, giving you all the time you need to adjust.

After a minute, you tell him to move and he wastes no time in thrusting into you at a rhythmic pace.

Your mouth is permanently forced open at the feeling of his thrusts.

The power and precision is just right, making you feel like you’re floating.

“Fuck Jungwon, it feels so good,” you whine, hands gripping his biceps.

“That’s all I could ask for, pretty girl.”

You feel him so deep inside you, it’s mad. It feels so good, something you’ve never felt, nor do you want to feel this with anyone else.

“Fucking me so good, god I love it.”

“Yeah, you love this cock?”

“Fuck yes, I love it!”

His thumb comes to rest on your clit, rubbing deep circles on it, causing you to moan even louder, until you’re practically screaming his name.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum Jungwon please don’t stop!”

“Me too, fuck where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside please, I want it so badly.”

He groans into the side of your neck, leaving featherlight kisses against it.

His thrusts become erratic, hitting places so deep, you didn’t know they existed.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whine, releasing all over Jungwon’s cock as he does the same inside you.

Both of you ride out your highs on his slowing thrusts, until he eventually comes to a stop.

As you look into each other's eyes, Jungwon can’t help but smile, “So, about that date.”

AEWON 2025

[bigandgreedy]

have you ever talked about or would you talk about your experience with the non profit president you mentioned? or any followers who have bad experiences with non profits. thank you

Oh they are tax shelters I worked for a lot of them usually they have a good message and spokesperson and a few (emphasis on few) well meaning people but they are all tax shelters which I didn’t realize til I got older. Not for profits are vanity projects that allow rich people to look good when they “donate” their tax dollars in the way of attending galas and such rather than just paying their taxes. Not for profit is literally like used for tax purposes it’s called 501(c)(3)

Anyway this being the case people on the board (the ppl with the money) really don’t benefit from the problem they are trying to “solve” going away. They benefit from it continuing so they can throw money at it in a way that is fun (events, galas, brunches, fashion shows, art auctions) rather than paying their taxes. This motivation of the board is reflected in their treatment of employees (punishing them when they challenge people in positions of power, general disdain for the working class employees) and paying as few people as little as possible most of them run entirely on overworked volunteers or employees who are being paid part time or like even if they get 35 hours most of their lives and free time go to “the cause” way more than 35 hours.

If you ever want to be employed by one I wouldn’t recommend it because they are also notorious for not paying and if you work for one as an independent contractor I recommend sending an invoice upon coming to an agreement rather than moving forward and discussing payment later. Email them that invoice that’s what I did at the end when I was doing some more specialized work for some of them.

Anyway let me stress there are good meaning people like those who are truly victims of circumstances that led to the creation of “the cause” and the employees and even one or two board members. Some people get so wrapped up in “charity good” that they think what they’re doing is truly good and correct. Like the money is going to a good cause. Who wouldnt prefer to just hand select what cause they want to “donate” (by way of luxury fundraising experiences) their tax dollars to that literally come clean off their tax bill. I’m talking every cent donated is a write off. Even if we know the right thing to do is pay taxes who wouldn’t wish the system worked this way? For rich people it does.

Also let me note a big part of this that is important but not glaringly corrupt is that this all lets rich people feel good. Lets them feel especially warm and fuzzy and that is worth a lot to people.

While most working people at least my generation give in meaningful ways like direct aid to people who need it which is definitely not tax deductible, most rich people of all generations would never hand cash directly to people they consider poor and thus clearly incapable of money management. That money goes again towards the non profit to distribute and again they get material experiences and goods and services even very indulgent luxury experiences like spa trips if they win something like a raffle that they used their tax dollars to buy a ton of tickets for because again they also get every cent back this time of year when people are getting smaller refunds than ever.

Anyway the good people are the overworked employees and the victims of the problem that again led to “the cause” also the one lady on the board who genuinely gives a fuck and does things like cough up direct cash not in exchange for luxury experiences when the non profit doesnt have payroll in a dry season between galas. Still she can write that off these people are saving lots of money.

My experience is with small not for profits but some of them are $70b conglomerates that lobby and control our government like the bill and Melinda gates foundation so keep that in mind.

Also it would be wrong not to mention a glaring and widespread issue with even small not for profits which is a culture of black employees especially women being antagonized and sabotaged by white people, again especially women in positions of power. A common example is out of touch woman in power says something that is possibly well meaning but still wildly inappropriate and when the employee says something like “hey don’t say xyz to me or to these people we work with its actually not appropriate” all of a sudden she’s being antagonized and sabotaged by a woman who has the power to say “oh we’re waiting on donations to clear. Your check is going to be a little late” like right before rent is due. It can get nasty and this is like I said widespread.