#we go out to eat and she talks about how she thinks her black neighbor is stealing her stuff and how she isn’t gonna take anymore white

[covenofagatha]

You'll Taste Me Too

You're staying in your aunt and uncle's apartment for the summer while they're away on vacation and you meet their neighbors, Agatha and Rio, who take quite the interest in you

Word count: 7.4k

Warnings: rio has a penis, mommy kink (agatha), daddy kink (rio), voyeurism, cum eating, sex, dirty talk, degradation, oral sex, masturbation, slight praise kink

A/N: not really sure where this came from lol but just wanted to switch it up for a sec but POL will be back soon! and I'll probably get around to at least a part 2 of this as well

Your aunt and uncle’s apartment is on the thirteenth floor of the complex in the center of New York City. It’s expensive—way more than you would ever be able to afford on your own.

But your relatives are rich, so rich that they are traveling to their home in Napa for the summer, and have extended the invitation to you to apartment-sit and take care of their dog, Russel. They would pay, of course, and you had just finished law school, were broke, and tired of living with your parents for the past two months. 

So you jumped at the chance. The money they were paying would be much more than you’d make as a public attorney and you were hoping that you could scope out potential jobs in New York. 

But you were determined to make the best of the summer while you could. With any luck, there would be some cute girls in the complex that you could meet. Your love life has been lacking lately, to say the least. A summer fling might just be the thing you need. 

The elevator doors open on the thirteenth floor—your uncle made jokes about the irony of how lucky they were to find it when they were looking for some place to move—and you jolt to find two older women standing there. 

You feel severely underdressed in your shorts and tank top; the one on the right, who looks slightly older, pale with long dark hair and blue eyes that pierce through you, is wearing a cream colored dress with silver sequins that falls all the way to her ankles. It cuts low and you make a pointed effort not to stare at her chest but you think she notices by the way her maroon-painted lips curl into a smirk. 

The woman standing next to her on the left is tall and lean, dark hair like her partner but shorter, with light hazel eyes that pop with mascara. She’s sporting a black blazer over a tight white shirt tucked into forest green pants. 

It’s still relatively early in the evening. You wonder where they’re going dressed this nicely. 

“Excuse us,” the woman on the right says, raising an eyebrow as if she’s challenging you. You blink and then realize you’ve been standing in the open elevator, blocking their path. 

The other woman chuckles, pushing her tongue against the side of her cheek in amusement. You feel your cheeks flush. “Easy, Agatha. Don’t scare the poor girl. She looks like she’s seen a ghost.” 

But the one in the dress—Agatha—just snorts. She takes a step closer and you feel the vague sense that she is scrutinizing you. “Haven’t seen you around here before. What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doing up here all alone?” It feels predatory, almost, but there’s a hot twisting in your stomach. 

“I’m staying in my aunt and uncle’s apartment for the summer,” you say finally after swallowing hard. You raise your hand in slow motion and point down the hall even though you feel stupid for doing it. 

The elevator doors start to close, realize that you’re standing there, and slide back open. 

They share a glance and there’s a glint in Agatha’s eyes that’s shared by the other woman. 

“I’m Rio,” the one in the suit says after a moment of silence, sticking out her hand for you to shake. You take it and the firmness of her grasp causes a tugging in your gut. Rio tilts her head. “This is my wife Agatha. We live right next to your aunt and uncle, so we’ll see you around.” 

It’s a statement. A promise. 

You nod, at a loss for words. Agatha smiles, baring her teeth to you, and steps around you into the elevator. Rio walks in on the other side. 

One of them puts their hand on your back and the heat radiating from their fingers makes you shiver. 

“If you need anything,” Agatha whispers into your ear, lips so close you can feel them moving, “don’t hesitate to ask.” 

The hand pushes you forward and you stumble out of the elevator, whipping around to catch Rio winking at you before the doors close. 

What was that? 

You feel rattled, but there’s no denying the heat that’s running through your body. 

Fumbling with the keys in your hand, you slowly walk down the hall to room 1307. It’s at the end of the hall, so there’s no wondering which room your neighbors are in. 

There’s something about them—you can’t decide if it’s enticing or strange. 

Russel, their golden retriever, runs up to greet you, tail wagging furiously, when you push open the door. Your aunt and uncle left this afternoon, but there’s a sense of emptiness in the apartment that makes it seem like it’s been uninhabited for weeks. 

You drop the keys in the bowl on the end table by the door and lead an excited Russel down the hallway and into the kitchen. The gray tile contrasts nicely with the white cabinets and marble countertops. The island in the center has three bar stools and you take a seat to look at what they left you. A bottle of red wine, almost fifty years old, sits there next to a glass and a note addressed to you. 

It’s from your uncle, giving you instructions on how to take care of Russel, even though his wife had gone over it in extensive detail over the phone last weekend, and telling you to enjoy the wine. 

You pour yourself a big glass and sip on the earthy flavors while you walk through the apartment, seeing it in a new light now that it’s all yours. 

The living room has an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the City and you lose yourself in the view for a moment before Russel hits the back of your knee with his nose. You pet him affectionately before checking out the bedroom. 

A king-sized bed is positioned across from the wall with the door, with matching wood nightstands on either side. The duvet is a plain blue with a dark headboard and when you snoop through the drawers, you find a bottle of lube. You wrinkle your nose in disgust and decide that you’re never looking through anything ever again. 

The ensuite bathroom has a huge stand-up shower in it with a gray tiled backsplash and a rain shower head. The counter for the sink is granite with a silver faucet and the toilet has its own sliding door for privacy. 

A huge step up from the cramped two-bedroom house you were living in with your parents and the dorms from law school. 

Even just being here has already made your head feel more clear. This is what you need. Just to be alone, take some time for yourself, and figure out what you’re going to do with your life. 

For the first time in a while, you feel actually hopeful for your future. 

——

Thump. 

Thump. 

Your eyes shoot open and you jerk up in the bed, woken from your slumber. What is that? Is someone knocking? 

Thump. 

It’s not coming from the door. It sounds like it’s the wall. 

Thump. 

You strain your ears and then—

“Oh, fuck,” a woman moans and you groan, head flopping back onto your pillow. For as much money as your aunt and uncle pay for this apartment, this is how thin the walls are? 

“You feel so good,” someone else says, another woman. Your hand flies to your mouth as the pieces connect. 

“Fuck, Rio, please.” 

It’s your neighbors. Having, by the sounds of it, very good sex. You realize that the wall that your bed is against must be the one you share with them. Your entire body starts to burn and you unconsciously try to lower the sound of your breathing. 

Not so you can hear it more. 

Just so they don’t hear you listening. 

“Are you going to come for me, Agatha?” Rio asks in a breathy voice, clear as day. 

How do your aunt and uncle live like this? 

“Yes, please, Rio,” Agatha gasps. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

There’s an unbearable heat growing between your legs and you squeeze your thighs together. Your hand is still clamped tightly over your mouth and you’re willing your blood to stop rushing so loud in your ears. You can feel their touch against your back, feel Agatha’s lips so close to your skin. 

Fuck, what is happening? 

“Come for me,” Rio says, “come on my cock. Let me fill you up.” 

You sharply inhale and your eyes widen. Your heart is pounding in your core. You can see them so clearly in your mind—Agatha on her hands and knees, back arched, Rio’s cock driving in and out of her with a fast pace. Rio’s hands on Agatha’s hips with a bruising grip. 

Do they know that Rio’s thrusts are shaking the bed so much that you can hear everything? 

A delusion thought takes hold in your mind—do they want you to? 

No. That’s crazy. 

“Yes, fuck, Rio, I’m coming,” Agatha whimpers and there’s a high-pitched sound and then a low grunt. You wish you could see what’s happening, and then you instantly shoot that wish down. 

Because these are your two neighbors, who are married and much older than you are. You can’t exactly see either of them wanting to bring you into that. You’re just horny and lonely and maybe you need to try a dating app. 

There’s a few more sounds but none that you can make out super clearly. 

And then about five minutes later, there’s silence. 

There’s no proof that what you heard was anything more than a dream. 

None whatsoever except for the burning fire inside you. 

But you’re definitely not going to replay those sounds in your mind on repeat and pretend you were there. 

And you’re definitely not going to slide your hand into your shorts. 

—— 

Russel wakes you up a quarter after seven by licking your face repeatedly. 

It takes you a moment to gather your bearings and remember where you are but then you reluctantly get up and grab his leash after sliding on your vans. You came by the apartment a few days ago to drop some of your stuff here, but you do need to go back to your parent’s house to get the rest of it at some point. 

The bright lights from the hallway make you squint and you pull the apartment door shut behind you. You’re in so much of a daze that you don’t even notice the woman just a few feet away from you, also exiting her apartment. 

“Morning, hon,” a voice says, and you jump. Agatha is standing there, in a black quarter-zip and teal leggings, hair tied back in a ponytail. “Good first night?” 

The smirk on her face tells you that she knows exactly how your night was and heat bursts through you while you shift from leg to leg. 

“Yeah,” you say, a false confidence projected but you’re not sure where it came from, “but a little noisy.” 

Instead of even having the decency to pretend to be ashamed, a slow smirk spreads across Agatha’s face and she shrugs like she’s blameless. “You might want to invest in a pair of earplugs,” she says teasingly and then takes a step closer, something dangerous on her face. Her voice lowers. “Or don’t.” 

A strangled gasp tears itself from your mouth before you can stop it and her eyes flash. 

“Have a good day, pet. Try to stay out of trouble,” Agatha whispers, eyes raking over you, and chills erupt all over your body. 

She winks and turns around and you have no choice but to trail behind her because she’s also walking toward the other end of the hallway. Will you have to get in the elevator with her? 

How are you supposed to? After that? 

Your heart races so loudly you’re afraid she might be able to hear it. 

But at the last moment, Agatha goes to the right and pushes open the stairwell door. Thirteen floors down is a long way to go, but you think the game that she’s playing must be worth it. 

She gives you one last look over her shoulder with a smirk and then you’re left alone with Russel, wondering what the hell just happened. 

——

It’s two days later before you interact with them again. 

You’re walking back to the complex after picking up dinner, spaghetti and meatballs from the cheapest place you could find—which still means you spent about twenty dollars on it. 

New York City is fucking expensive. 

But if you were to get a job here, you’re not sure you’d say no. 

“Look who it is,” a voice says from behind you, just as you’re reaching for the handle to push the glass doors to the lobby of the complex open. 

A tingle runs down your spine. 

You’d recognize that voice anywhere now. 

Come for me, come on my cock. Let me fill you up. 

Praying Rio doesn’t notice your sudden breathlessness, you plaster a smile on your face and turn around, only to find her and her wife standing there. 

Rio has denim jeans and a green crop top on, while Agatha wears a satiny purple button-down tucked into black pants. Both of them have teasing expressions on their face and you feel a warmth in your stomach start to bloom. 

Agatha steps closer, close enough to you where you freeze, but she puts her hand on top of the door handle, almost on top of your hand, and pushes it open. She holds it open for you and her wife and you mutter a thank you as you brush by her. 

You can hear their footsteps echoing on the tile behind you as you walk to the elevator. You can see their reflections in the gold glass of the doors. 

And before you can press the up arrow, Rio reaches past you and does it herself. The button lights up but the doors don’t open. 

“So, how are you liking it here?” Rio drawls and you step back in line with them so you can look at her easier. 

“It’s nice to be on my own,” you admit. “I haven’t had much time to relax in the past few years.” 

Agatha tuts and nods. “I’m sure it is. All that freedom to do whatever you want to do?” You smile politely and her eyes get darker. “Just make sure you’re being a good girl.” 

“Yes, mommy.” It slips out of your mouth before you even know what you’re saying and your eyes widen in shock at yourself, but they both chuckle. It was supposed to be a mockery, but you said it in such a small voice, so pathetic, and now, it seems so much more. 

The elevator doors ding. 

Rio puts her hand on your shoulder blades and guides you inside. You’re almost nervous to be alone with them in a confined space. There’s something going on between you three already, and you’ve only actually known them for a few days. 

But when you step inside, they hardly even look at you. 

Rio advances on Agatha until the latter is against the wall with a hungry look in her eyes. Rio puts a hand on her waist and the other grabs Agatha’s chin and you watch with rapt attention as their lips meet. 

Despite the fact that you’re in here with them, along with a camera in the right corner of the elevator, Rio’s tongue licks into Agatha’s mouth and Agatha lets out a small groan that makes your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt. Your breathing grows heavy and you stumble to the opposite wall, mouth slightly agape. 

Agatha wraps her hands around her wife’s neck to pull her closer and Rio slots a thigh between Agatha’s legs. A heat unlike any you’ve ever known is spreading from your cheeks down your neck to your core. 

Agatha’s hips slowly grind on Rio’s leg and you can hear them kissing. Would they fuck right here? 

In front of you? 

They have to know what they’re doing. 

The doors ding and you feel the sore ache of disappointment inside your chest. 

They break away, both of their lips swollen and cheeks tinted red, chests heaving laboriously. Rio tugs Agatha out of the elevator, giving you a smug glance, and allowing you just enough time to flick your gaze down and observe the visible bulge in her pants. 

Your cunt clenches around nothing. 

Come on my cock.

There isn’t much else in your mind right now. 

What would it be like to have her inside you? 

Now you can’t stop picturing yourself in Rio’s lap, her cock inside you, while you bounce up and down. Agatha behind you, one hand on your hip and the other wrapped around you, rubbing your clit. 

You almost forget to get off the elevator. 

Agatha glances behind her to make sure you’re following and you are—even if you feel like you’re drunk. She whispers something in her wife’s ear and you feel a rush of paranoia that they’re talking about you, but you kind of hope they are. You just wish you knew what they were saying. 

The walk down the hallway is too short all of a sudden, but before they slide their key into the door, Rio turns to face you. You stop, half expecting an invitation in. The agreement is already dancing on your tongue. 

“Have a good night, pet,” she says, in the same tone as Agatha said the other morning and your knees almost buckle. Your fingers tighten around your bag of take-out. 

Agatha smirks and leans in like she’s going to tell you an inside joke. “I know we will,” she whispers with a smirk and a wink and your lips part with a heavy breath. 

Rio opens their door, revealing a glimpse of a hallway and a few picture frames of them on the wall, before her tongue presses against the inside of her cheek as she looks you up and down. You meet her stare, hot and heavy, and pray that she says something. 

But she just chuckles, like something’s funny, before walking inside. Agatha bites her lip and smiles crookedly before following her wife. 

The door closes and you’re left alone in the hallway, almost shaking. 

Russel greets you at the door to your own apartment the second you open it and you scratch his head while you kick off your shoes. They have to be flirting, right? 

All of that? 

It’s not just in your head. 

But why?

You puzzle over it the entire time while you eat your dinner, with Russel at your feet, begging for a bite. You give him a sad look, and maybe he understands, because he pouts and goes to curl up by the couch. 

Agatha and Rio have to want something. 

Do they really want you? Or is this just some ploy? Although, you can’t really think of an ulterior motive. 

You rack your brain for anything your aunt and uncle said about them, but nothing comes to mind. They never complained about anything or anyone in this place, and you think they would’ve mentioned the flirtatious neighbors next door. 

Unless your neighbors have just taken a special interest in you. 

No. You have a hard time believing that’s what it is. 

And yet, you don’t even fall asleep that night before you hear it. 

Thump. 

This time, you’re ready. You sit up straight in bed, teeth biting your bottom lip to control your breathing, while your fingernails dig into your thighs. It was a hot day today, and even with the fan on and the room temperature turned on low, you still haven’t been able to shake the feeling of sweat off you, so you’re only in underwear and an old t-shirt. 

“Fuck, Rio,” Agatha moans sultrily and you swear that you hear something that sounds like her wetness. “Your cock feels so good.” 

Thump. 

Are they doing this for you? It’s narcissistic and completely self-absorbed to even consider that they’re thinking about you right now, but you can’t help it. After everything? 

“Your cunt feels so good,” Rio says in a low voice and you start to drag your fingertips up and down your thighs, feeling the pull in your gut when you get close to your cunt each time. 

Thump. 

If you said something right now, how would they respond? Would they immediately call you a pervert and never talk to you again? 

Or would they like it? 

Either way, you can’t find it in yourself to talk because you think you’re scared of either option. 

There’s a faint whimper and then Agatha cries out, “Fuck, fuck, please, oh—god.” 

A small grunt. “What would she think? If she saw you taking my cock like this? Think she would want to join?” 

Is Rio talking about…you? 

There’s no denying the pool in your underwear and you preemptively bite on your pointer finger before you move the soaked gusset aside and slide two fingers on your other hand through your folds. They’re wet, even more than you were expecting, and you almost let out a noise at how sensitive you already are. 

“I bet she’d suck your cock like such a slut,” Agatha gasps and your hips arch up when your fingers finally touch your clit. It sends sparks racing up your spine and you breathe heavily around the makeshift gag of your hand. 

“Fuck,” Rio breathes. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

The hand that’s not rubbing your clit leaves your mouth and tweaks your nipples before sliding down to your cunt. You bite your lip again, feeling the sharp sting of pain because you’ve already chewed it raw, as you slip two fingers into yourself easily while you still circle your clit. 

“Think she’d let me fill her up?” Rio asks. 

Even though it’s rhetorical and obviously you’re not supposed to answer, let alone be listening to this in the first place, you can’t help but whimper, “Yes.” 

“Oh—fuck, Rio, honey,” Agatha whimpers and you can practically imagine Rio’s grin right now. 

“Yeah, sweetheart? Are you going to come for me?” 

There’s no answer; Agatha must be nodding though. 

Because you are. 

Your fingers curl up inside you, filling you in a way that’s satisfactory, but not enough, and you don’t think anything could be enough except for them. You want Agatha���s fingers on your clit with Rio’s cock buried inside you while they make your mind go blank because of the pleasure they’re giving you. 

Tension climbs up your spine and you gasp out loud while you clench around yourself. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

You line up your thrusts with each of the thumps and pretend that it’s one of them who’s driving into you right now. 

“Come for me,” Rio growls. 

Agatha and you both fall apart at the same time, based on her moans. You spasm around your fingers and make a noise of your own. Did they hear you? Did they know what you were doing? 

Rio comes not too long after her wife based on the low grunts. You have the sounds ingrained in your mind and even when the couple next door stops making them, they replay over and over, making sure you’ll never forget them. 

Much like the other night, there’s some quiet chatter that you can’t understand, faint rustling, and then silence. 

It takes you a while to fall asleep, even after your intense orgasm, mainly because you’re not sure where things go from here. 

——

It’s been four days since you’ve seen or heard them last. Since you masturbated to the sound of them fucking. Part of you wonders if they’re ashamed of how far things have gone; part of you wonders if you are. 

But deep down, you know that you’re not. 

It’s just fun. So what if your hot, older neighbors want to flirt with you a little? So what if you want to fuck yourself while Rio fucks Agatha so good that you can hear them through the walls?

Do they feel the same? Or do they feel that they’ve crossed some sort of line that they can’t come back from? 

It isn’t until you’re right outside their door that fateful night, coming back to your apartment after getting dinner with a law school friend, that you hear them. 

The same thump sound that you’ve become conditioned to, the sound that haunts your waking moments, the sound that you’ve started hallucinating because it’s impossible to stop thinking about them fucking. 

You stop, right outside their door, and then press yourself against it without even thinking. Your hands claw at the hard surface of it, ear pressed against the wood, and you might just have to accept that you’ve gone completely insane over them. 

But they wanted you to. 

At least, you’re almost convinced now. All those looks, those comments; this is what they wanted to happen, right? For you to become hooked on them? 

Was it just a game? Or was it real? 

Are they just rubbing it in that they have what you want? 

As if you’re in a trance, your right hand slides down the door to the handle. It will be locked, so why are you even trying? 

Except the handle turns smoothly with no resistance. 

The door opens. 

Your head spins with a million different thoughts. You should leave, you know that. The rational part of your brain is screaming that at you. 

But your body is on autopilot right now and you move through their apartment, practically the same layout as your aunt and uncle’s, trying to stay as silent as possible. If they catch you, there’s no telling how they’ll react. Sure, they’ve been flirting, but breaking in and trespassing in their home is a whole other story. 

You think you must’ve gone insane. What would your aunt and uncle say if they knew this was what you were doing? 

If you’re reading this the wrong way, if you get caught, and they find out? You’re as good as dead. Your parents will kick you out when you try to go back home, if you’re not thrown in jail first. Everything you’ve worked for is at risk. 

And yet you still keep walking. 

Through their kitchen that still smells of pasta. Through their living room with the blinds drawn open, showing you almost the exact same view as you have. You walk through the hallway on the left in the direction of your apartment, almost afraid of what you’ll find. 

The door is cracked open and you peer through it.

It is a bedroom, but a small one, and your brows furrow in confusion. It’s not the same size as yours, even though they’re relatively the same layout. You look behind you and across the living room and kitchen, see another closed door, and a spark of realization jolts through you. 

They must have a two-bedroom apartment. And they fully knew which one was against the shared wall.

This whole thing…they wanted it too. They set it all up, they knew you’d hear. The silence you’ve been hearing after they had sex must’ve been because they moved to their actual room. And why your aunt and uncle never complained about their noisy neighbors. 

You dare to take another peak and this time you can see them clearly on the bed—Agatha on her back, legs held open by Rio, who’s thrusting between them. Both of them are naked and you watch transfixed as Agatha’s supple breasts bounce with each stroke of Rio’s cock, which you can see glistening with wetness in the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand. The headboard hits the wall each time. 

Thump. 

Thump. 

Agatha rubs her face with her left hand and rolls her hips up to meet her wife’s thrusts. It snaps you out of your haze and you’re suddenly grounded in the moment. 

“Fuck, please, Rio,” Agatha breathes and Rio huffs out a laugh and snakes her hand between their bodies to rub at her clit. She leans over her wife to kiss her deeply, never breaking her fast pace, and you feel a hollow ache inside your core. 

If you snuck a hand into your shorts, neither of them would ever know. You could get out the second they were done. There would be no trace of you ever being here. 

Although you’re not sure you’ll ever be able to look at them again after this. 

“You like this?” Rio asks, driving deep, and Agatha’s mouth drops open with a silent moan. She nods frantically and you can picture the smug smirk on Rio’s face right now. You want both of them—you need both of them, and if this is the closest you can come to that, so be it. 

Whatever you can get, you’ll take. 

Even if this is really wrong. 

Their entanglement of limbs and being able to see Rio’s hard cock has your clit pulsing and you bite your lip again, the skin just barely having healed from the other night. 

“Fuck, please, more,” Agatha babbles and arches her back off the bed so Rio’s cock can get in deeper. You’re tempted to slide your hand into your shorts but you also just want to watch. 

Rio brackets Agatha’s face with her forearms and slows her thrusts down but makes them more powerful and you swear you can feel it in your cunt. 

Agatha picks her head up to whisper something in Rio’s ear and Rio lets out a guttural groan before picking the pace up again, her cock making a squelching sound each time it drives into Agatha’s pussy. 

You lean against the wall, biting on your nails, and your fingertips on your other hand rest against the slightly ajar door. 

Without realizing what you’re doing, you push it just a little more open. It creaks slightly and you freeze, somehow trying to push yourself more against the wall should they look, but they don’t. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, your cunt is so fucking hot,” Rio groans and Agatha tilts her head to the side, dark curls spread out beneath her. Rio’s hands grip her thighs and push her legs even further apart and is rewarded by a loud noise from her wife.

“Her cunt,” Agatha breathes and your chest stutters. “I bet her cunt would feel so good around your cock. So wet and tight…” 

Rio’s hips falter for a moment and her head drops down to rest against Agatha’s bosom. It almost breaks you but you stay strong. If you touch yourself right now, you’ll risk making a noise and it’ll all be over. 

Even though your core is aching, your clit is throbbing, and you’ve never felt so overheated. 

Agatha runs a hand through her hair again and Rio cups her wife’s breasts, pulling another moan from the woman on the bottom. Rio’s thrusts are becoming shorter and shallower and Agatha’s breathing is becoming heavier, both of their words becoming slurs that are hard to understand. You hear more things that you think are about you, but you’re stuck, unable to do something about it. 

If you were a bit braver, you’d walk right in there and join them. 

But you’re rooted to the ground, only able to watch. 

Not that you’re complaining. 

“Fuck, Rio, I’m going to come,” Agatha whimpers and Rio nods, picking up her thrusts again. She’s going deeper than before and you can almost feel her inside you, the phantom length dragging against your cunt walls, and you clench around the imagination. 

What you would give to actually have her fuck you. To have both of them fuck you. 

When this summer is over, you’re going to have to make up a million excuses to come back and visit your aunt and uncle, if only for the chance of running into their neighbors. 

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Rio groans, rubbing her wife’s clit once again. You squeeze your thighs together and shift, feeling the pressure and slight sense of relief between them. 

Agatha keens, all of her muscles stiffening, and then she lets out a loud sigh as she relaxes after a few moments. Pink stains her cheeks and her chest rises and falls rapidly and you can’t stop looking at her boobs and the rosy color of her nipples. What would it be like, to suck them with your mouth?

Rio snickers, slowing down her thrusts. “Seems like our voyeur likes this too. Do you think she’s about to come as well?” 

It takes you a moment to realize that she’s talking about you, even though you’re the only one she could possibly be referring to. 

A smirk stretches across Agatha’s face and then her blue eyes meet yours in the doorway and your heart skips a beat. 

Did they know this whole time? 

Rio doesn’t stop moving inside her wife, who lazily rolls her hips to meet Rio’s thrusts. 

But Agatha raises her right hand and beckons you into the room with two fingers. 

As if you have a line connecting you to her, you obey. The door creaks as you push it open so you can fit through and you walk, as if in a trance, to the edge of the bed, feeling like a kid who got caught. 

“We’ve been keeping the door unlocked,” Rio says, her voice strained even amidst her faux-casual tone, and she leans down to suckle on Agatha’s left nipple, who inhales sharply. 

“We were just wondering how long it would take you to stop by,” Agatha says, sounding a lot lighter than her wife. 

Even if you could say anything at the moment, you’re not sure what would come out of your mouth. An apology for spying? Or a question asking if you could join? 

Rio groans and you don’t know who you’d rather be right now. The sound of their pubic bones meeting fills the air and with each thrust, you feel your clit pulse in turn. 

“I thought I told you to be a good girl,” Agatha teases, bucking her hips up. It’s all surreal, watching them fuck in front of you while both of them are acting like this is completely normal. “But I guess you need mommy and daddy to teach you a lesson.” 

A moan rips from your throat, so deep that your ribs rattle. 

Rio finally looks at you, tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek like always. “Would you like that, pet?”

There’s not a moment of hesitation before you frantically nod your head. Whatever it is, you’ll accept it more than willingly. 

Although you can’t help but hope that you get to suck on Agatha’s nipples while Rio fucks you. 

As if they know what you’re thinking, they both chuckle. Rio is still pumping inside her wife and you wonder how much longer she’s going to hold out for. 

“Look at her, Agatha, the little slut wants us to fuck her,” Rio mocks, reading you like a book. Your cheeks burn, from embarrassment and desire. 

Agatha shakes her head and meets Rio’s thrust again with her hips. “Well she’s going to have to learn to be a good girl first. I think…once you come, Rio, our pet is going to have to clean daddy’s cum out from mommy. What do you think?” 

She’s asking Rio, but you can’t help but voice your opinion with a loud and pathetic whimper. Rio leans down to kiss her wife, completely ignoring you, and it only turns you on more. 

Rio starts thrusting hard, pulling gasps from both of them, and you’re not really sure what to do other than sway weakly, your knees hitting the edge of the bed. 

“Oh, fuck, Aggie, I can’t—” Rio groans and Agatha huffs out a laugh. Your mouth opens, just at the anticipation, and your vision blurs. 

“Fill me up,” Agatha begs, scratching at Rio’s bare shoulders. “I want your cum inside me so she can lick it out.” 

Rio’s hips falter and her head ducks down, focusing on driving into her wife with a passion that makes your core burn even more. You want to help in any way that you can, but then you see Rio peeking at you from her position—you see that both of them are watching you. 

They’re both getting off on you being here, maybe just as much as you are. 

“I’m gonna come—fuck, Aggie,” Rio gasps and then her entire body stiffens with a low groan, the same sound you’ve been hearing through the wall. 

Watching is something you never even dreamed of, and you’ll never be the same. 

Rio twitches and you imagine the warmth of her seed spreading through you instead of Agatha. Will you get to feel it one day?

She gives a few more half-hearted thrusts while her wife writhes beneath her, and then Rio looks over at you. “Are you ready?” 

Mouth watering, you nod and climb onto the bed on your knees. 

Rio pushes her cock one last time into Agatha’s cunt before sitting up and pulling out and giving you your first good look at both Agatha’s pussy and Rio’s cock. 

Rio’s cock is red and slowly softening, but absolutely soaked with both her cum and Agatha’s. It still twitches and you have the sudden urge to take it into your mouth and coax it back to hardness so she can fuck your throat with it. 

But you turn your attention to Agatha, the task at hand. Her pussy is swollen and puffy and pink, her clit engorged and peeking out through her lips. It’s still convulsing and you watch in awe as she reaches down her hand and spreads her folds with her fingers, revealing her throbbing walls. 

And—Rio’s cum. 

A white strand leaks out, slowly sliding down to her ass and onto the bed beneath her, and you flick your eyes up to check with Agatha, who is looking at you expectantly. 

You move between her legs, still feeling like you’re having an out of body experience, and crouch down so you’re level with her cunt. She smells hot and musky and your mouth is dry, stomach twisting pleasantly. 

A hand—Rio’s—buries itself in your hair as another glob slips out and she pulls gently to lead you to her wife’s pussy. 

“Clean mommy up, sweetheart,” Rio says, rough and gravelly. 

Your tongue sticks out experimentally and drags through her folds and Agatha jerks beneath you. The mixture of Rio’s and Agatha’s cum in your mouth is a bit salty and relatively tasteless, but you’re immediately addicted. 

“How does daddy taste?” Agatha asks, a little breathlessly, and you moan as an answer. Agatha’s hips rock up against the vibrations and you eagerly begin shoving your tongue inside her entrance, scooping more of Rio’s cum out and into your mouth. You drink it, both of their wetness, eyes closing as you lose yourself more in it. 

“Look at the dirty whore enjoying herself,” Rio coos and Agatha chokes out a laugh before groaning quietly when you suck on her clit. You don’t know if you’re allowed to do anything more than just “clean her out,” but you want to. 

You want it all. 

“I think we need to keep her around,” Agatha gasps and Rio’s hand tightens in your hair, holding you right where you are. You can feel their cum getting all over your face and you continue delving right back in, wanting to get even messier. “I want to watch her suck your cock.” 

Rio groans and so do you, just as your tongue slides into Agatha’s cunt and curls up. Your nose roughly bumps against her clit and Agatha’s hand tangles into your hair too.

“Look how good she is with her mouth,” Rio says. “I bet she’ll be the perfect slut. I want her to eat you out while I fuck her hot cunt.” 

You keen loudly and feel Agatha clench around your tongue. You want to say that Rio could do that right now, just slide her cock inside you because you’re already so wet and desperate that you could take it easily, but both of them keep you exactly where you are. 

“Are you getting all of daddy’s cum out?” Agatha asks in a strangled voice and you nod as much as you’re able to and you hear one of them laugh. “You’re going to make mommy come if you keep that up.” 

And you never had an option after that. 

It becomes more about giving her an orgasm than it ever was about cleaning her cunt, and you start urgently mouthing at her, sucking on her clit, lashing your tongue against it, and then thrusting your tongue inside her. She’s clenching more, almost rhythmically, and Rio chuckles before tugging on your hair sharply. The sting makes you groan but you don’t stop and neither of them make you. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re going to make mommy come,” Agatha keens and when you peer at her through hooded eyelashes, you see Rio’s free hand rolling her wife’s nipple between her fingers. 

You scrape your teeth against her clit and then suck roughly while Rio whispers praises into your ear, and Agatha’s muscles lock, her hips jerking up, before she makes the same tell-tale signs you’ve been hearing for the past week through the walls and in your head. 

She grinds against your face, both of their hands tightening in your hair, while you stick out your tongue and let her take what she needs. 

It’s a moment before Agatha finally slows down and then she tugs you away because of her intense two orgasms and you sit back on your heels, inhaling deeply. You can feel the stickiness coating your cheeks and your tongue darts out to lick at the messiness and Rio watches you with a smirk, her cock half-hard again. 

You wonder if they’ll fuck you now, help you out with the arousal throbbing between your own legs. Rio glances at her wife, who is still recovering, and Agatha winks. 

Rio climbs off the bed and tilts her head so you follow her out of the room and back into the kitchen. She is still naked and you watch her pale ass sway as she saunters. 

Where is she taking you? Is she going to bend you over the counter, fuck you, and let Agatha spy on you? Your heart skips a beat—you hope so.

But instead, she takes you right to the door, and despite her state of undress, she opens it and clasps your shoulder. “Next time, don’t hesitate to walk right in.” 

You stare at her dumbfounded while her eyes twinkle with amusement. 

The next thing you know, you’re in the hallway and Rio is closing the door on you. You take a shaky step back, still tasting and smelling their mix of cum on your tongue and face. 

Does Rio mean that? Will they keep setting up scenarios like that to lure you into their bedroom? 

Not their bedroom though—the guest one. Right on the other side of the wall that your bed is. 

It was all a part of their plan, you’re starting to realize. How long have they been leaving the door unlocked for? How long have they been fucking in that specific room just so you’d overhear?

Since the first time they met you?

The thought makes your cunt clench again and you quickly go into your own apartment before anyone else on the floor comes out to see you in such a disheveled state. Russel meets you at the door and you pet him absentmindedly, walking toward the pantry to get his dinner ready. 

He digs in immediately when you set the bowl down and you collapse onto the couch, still in shock about what just happened. 

Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your shorts and you pull it out without thinking, hoping somehow that Agatha or Rio got your number and texted you to come back over. 

It’s from your uncle. 

How are things going? 

You laugh out loud to yourself and Russel picks his head up out of his food dish for a moment before going back to it. 

Everything is going great. I’ve met your neighbors—they seem nice. 

It’s the understatement of the century. 

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[l0relaii]

GREETINGS

need me some thoughts about Connor.

Deviant Connor who's got a thing for his 20-25 year old neighbor after he moves in with Hank after the war where he ends up going on a date w her and she invites him insidee... oop... smutty thots?

oh jesus my first time writing for connor i'm a bit nervous ngl

part 2

you were hank's neighbor

you were the only person he actually trusted because you helped him a lot with his grief after his son died

you'd come over and cook a decent meal for him once in a while, you'd get him in bed when you found him black out drunk on the floor, you'd feed and walk sumo

you even took the adorable saint bernard into your home when hank got too overwhelmed and couldn't take care of him properly

you sat down at his kitchen table watching him eat the soup you'd made him

he'd told you he'd been assigned a case and his partner was "a damn android"

you laughed a bit at his annoyance

"why don't you give him a chance?"

"yeah sure, maybe we'll even become friends, why not move him here with me? i see you're already sweet on him"

only if he knew that all his jokes would become true..

his sarcasm only made your smile widen

"oh come on hank, maybe you will grow.. fond.. of- what'd you say his name was?"

"why? d'you want to buy one for yourself? i don't think they're for sale for civilians darling"

"oh don't be an asshole hank. if you need anything else you know where to find me"

you said as you got up from the table and went to grab your coat

"connor."

"what?"

"his name's connor"

connor knew about you too. hank drunkenly blabbered about you when he found him laying on the floor

"leave me alone, you fuckin' android! get the fuck outta my house"

"i'm sorry lieutenant, but i need you"

he heard hank calling out your name while he dragged him to the bathroom to try and sober him up

"i don't know who that is lieutenant, but i can assure you, she's not here. it's only me, you and sumo"

"then go and get her"

"is she your wife lieutenant?"

"no you pervert, she's my damn neighbor"

"i'm sorry to inform you but i don't think we have the time for that right now"

"shit.. sumo! attack!"

the only thing he got in return from the dog was a little bark

"good dog.."

after connor managed to sober him up he saw you coming to pick up sumo. he was.. glad that you weren't hank's partner,though he didn't know why he felt that way at the time

your eyes met for the first time. you could see his LED turn yellow. he was analyzing you

and you think he liked what he saw when you noticed a blue tint in his cheeks

that was.. interesting

you didn't see him again after that, not until the war was over. not until he moved in with hank and you learned that he was a deviant

you found yourself intrigued by him. without even realizing you were coming up with different reasons why you should come over at hanks place more often

you wanted to cook him a nice dinner, or to give sumo a bath, or to give him back a book you burrowed

and everytime you ended up staring at connor. he was certainly different than when you first saw him

not so rigid, more.. human

his presence was nice. you felt protected, secure around him, horny flustered even

he was currently watching you scratching sumos belly on the carpet, getting ready to take him out for his evening walk

hanks gruff voice suddenly startles him

"you know it's not polite to stare"

"jesus hank, you scared me"

"why don't you ask her out?"

"like.. on a date?"

"yes like on a date"

"..why?"

"don't play coy connor, you've seen how she looks at you too"

he did notice your heart rate being higher around him, your oxytocin and estrogen levels increasing when you acknowledged his presence

you hear hank shouting out your name while you're putting on sumos leash

"connor said he wants to join ya on your walk"

"really?"

he nudges him in his chest managing to get a strained "yes" from him

the walk was a pleasant one. you talked with him about hank, about sumo, about his life and how everything changed for him after the war

"how did you feel? you know, when you uh- deviated"

"it was scary at first, i felt- human.. it's hard to explain."

"i understand"

you give him a side glance noticing his LED is yellow, he's analyzing something, he's analyzing you

after that evening it kinda became your thing, going out everyday to walk sumo around the neighborhood

hank mentioned to you that connor is learning and exploring different emotions and that he's eager to experience anything that a human would feel and do

"maybe you could help him with that"

help him with that? yeah sure why not? unfortunately you failed to pick up on his suggestive tone

connor was indeed exploring. he felt.. weird around you. what was that feeling? his system was heating up whenever he thought about it, whenever he thought about you

he did some research and he associated his reactions to human arousal. was he..? aroused..?

he knew you certainly were

one evening you invited him at your place after you walked sumo, your explanation being that hank was really tired that day and you didn't want to disturb him any more

he accepted after he made sure he wouldn't bother you, of course he accepted, he couldn't wait for you to do this even though he'd never admit it

he noticed your hormone levels and the way your legs crossed and you squeezed your thighs

he also noticed your body heating up and the pheromones you released

you noticed the slight baby blue tint in his cheeks and the..pinkish hue of his LED? more like a peachy tone, similar to the yellow one but definitely different

that's new

what was also new was the bulge is his jeans. was he hard? could he get hard?

apparently he could, and he just realized he did

"i'm sorry, this has never happened before-"

"d'you need.. any help with it?"

"i guess i do.. could uh- could you help me?"

"i thought you'd never ask"

ajsjnxd cliffhanger i'm sorry i don't think i'm ready to write the whole thing 😭😭

[urhoneycombwitch]

have we established how the getting together happened with neighbors?

like we've established that r is pretty guarded and has high standards and there a cat and mouse chase, but is there a specific moment where r finally lets him in, both literally into their space and emotionally into their life? is it an actual moment where R is aware of it and makes the decision, or more like they're in the heat of conversation in the hallway and R is unlocking their door without thinking, leading him in and it's not until they've been tucked up on the couch for a while talking that it's like oh, we're here and it's comfortable and nice?

okay here's my pitch that may be a full fic one day but i'll just brain dump for now!! thank you sm anon and thanks ya’ll for eating this version of Eddie up we’re having so much fun wheeeee 

cw: for Reader- she/they pronouns, fear of dogs (briefly), androgynous dressing, nonspecific tattoos mention, plus-sized/fat; for Eddie- dog dad Eddie, also husky/fat Eddie 🤤, he’s a bit of a soft!dom in this; for Both: instances of getting drunk and high, fade-to black sex, implied sex while intoxicated. mdni 18+

wc: 1k

neighbor!eddie mlist

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how i see it happening is- neighbor!R doesn't go out of her way to make friends. not unkind by any means, but just loyal to a few close people and that's enough for now. not shy when with said friends, but reserved around people they don't know.

R is an artsy, into-music, plants on the windowsill type of vibe: but they got a boring business 9-5 (just to pay the bills) that keeps them in formal attire every time they leave the house. dress slacks, blouses, a tie sometimes to shake it up.

behind closed doors, you’re freer of expression. long sleeves that normally cover your tattoos are shed, you sing and sway to old records, accessorize and breathe. but your neighbor doesn’t get to see that side of you.

husky!neighbor!Eddie is a farm-raised boy in the city world. grows his own weed on the back windowsill, but not for dealing, just for himself and some choice bandmates. gets around doing mechanic repairs and helping out at uncle wayne’s farm during harvest season. his pride and joy is Franklin, a sweet pitbull adopted from a local rescue.

you and him have met a few times- once when you moved in, and a few times in the hall since that day. Eddie gave you his number as a friendly, neighborly-gesture, and also, whatever, he was hitting on you by helping carry your heavier boxes. sue him.

he’s been kind at every interaction, offering a friendly wave across the hall with the hand that isn’t holding Franklin’s leash, but you always seem in a hurry. a tight smile or a nod is your go-to, and paired with that and the clothes vibe, Eddie’s not sure what to think. 

but what he doesn't know is you're actually just really, really scared of dogs.

it was a bad ex-boyfriend who kept a mean one. and you know it wasn't the dog's fault- an otherwise beautiful husky- but after living with what felt like a wild animal in your previous house, you’ve been put off big dogs completely.

one morning Eddie’s annoyed to get a call at 6am but it’s you on the other end sounding panicked, saying that you’ve got Franklin by the main sidewalk after you saw him running towards the road. 

Eddie curses and then apologizes a lot and says to stay on the phone with him, it’s okay, he’s gonna be down there in a flash. and talks to you over the phone so you don’t have a meltdown about being near a big dog (‘cuz he’s figured it out by now, perceptive king!!) 

he scrambles into some sweats and throws some sneakers onto bare feet and scrambles out the door (with a busted lock that he kept meaning to fix, damn that smartass dog for getting his weak point argh foiled again) and gets down to you in records time.

it’s still early enough that there’s barely anyone else in the parking lot, and you’re in bare feet and sleep shorts and a t-shirt and oh my god Eddie’s staring too much and he knows it and he’s gotta pull it together so he lunges forward and takes Frankie’s collar from your hand (which you were holding as far away from your body as possible, Franklin none the wiser, tongue lolling out in his giant mouth looking very pleased with himself)

and Eddie rolls his palm around on Frankie’s soft black bicycle seat shaped head and says, lovingly, “idiot. what am I gonna do with you?” and sees some of the tension leave your shoulders when you see that no one’s gonna start yelling. 

and then he spots the local punk band logo on your t-shirt and strikes up conversation. you see that he’s only in sweatpants and decide to come over to his for coffee 🙂 it’s early in the morning and you just rescued his dog from getting hit and you haven’t had the chance for breakfast before work yet 🙂 so many valid reasons!!!

so you strike up a friendship from there. there are some shared block parties, a few mutual friend hangouts (you know Robin from previous art classes at the local CC, Eddie knows Steve who’s chill now from high school: and Robin and Steve get along swimmingly), he’s come over for yours once for dinner, pretty casual stuff so far.

then one night you’re home from the bar with Robin (yeah whatever Eddie was waiting up to hear your footsteps across the hall to make sure you got in safe <3 <3) and he hears your music turned up loud.

catches a glimpse of you through the hallway facing windows (bless the shitty design optics of this place) you’re looking pretty smashed, dancing around a bit.

Eddie smiles to himself, cleans up his kitchen for the night, wonders if you’ve eaten. and then sends you a text despite his higher self screaming at him to not.

hey. drink a glass of water and get some sleep, okay?

you text back within a minute. 

:( can i caame se frank ???/

and now you’re sinking onto his floor, cooing over this dog you used to be so scared of. Franklin is a doll and rolls over, tail thumping on the kitchen linoleum, overjoyed to see you again. you slide a hand across the plane of Frankie’s chest and sigh happily.

Eddie pulls you up off the floor eventually (he’s worried about your knees) and plants you on his couch. brings you a tall glass of water and sits on the furthest cushion.

but you make use of the space. take a sip of water to mollify him. budge your way up onto his cushion, and then partly his leg, and then you’re leaning in- 

and Eddie’s hands are on your shoulders, gentle but firm, calling you sweetheart while letting you down easy. he wants to, really bad, he assures, just not when you’re this fucked up.

you shrug. plant your hands on his chest as you do it. and you’re like, well, you’ve surely got whiskey and weed in this apartment. why don’t you catch up? and then we’ll be even. 😀

and Eddie really can’t argue with that. the math tracks with him.

you think the sex will be kind of sloppy, maybe a one-time thing to get out of your system. it’s not. it’s kind of the best you’ve ever had.

[maleyanderecafe]

My Charming Neighbor Has A Secret (Webcomic)

Created by: RoShimafuku / NatsukoUmezawa

Genre: Romance/Horror

I will say this one is wildly entertaining with the way it goes from cute romance to horror to almost a slapstick comedy. It also has a pretty self aware yandere that grovels so that's also pretty fun. All in all while it's probably not the most realistically handled, it is super fun to read. I actually remembered this one back before it was officially translated and when it was just in black and white. It is currently at around 50 chapters at the time of writing this.

The story starts out with the main character Fujiko as she works at her office job. She seems to be a bit of a people pleaser, being easily pushed around. This is in part due to the fact that she has to work to help pay off her family's debts which made it so she couldn't go to college, which she feels insecure about. We get introduced to Fujiko's friend Tanabe as well as a close coworker named Sakamoto. After returning back from work, her new neighbor, Nishima introduces himself. Fujiko is immediately smitten with him. The two get closer and talk to each other when they drink outside on the balcony and Fujiko even accidentally causes a hole between the two of their apartments. After her boss ends up dumping more work onto her, she later is able to vent to Nishima about it and talk more about her past. She also gets to learn more about Nishima as well, seeing that he's not close to his siblings the same way that Fujiko is to her brother. At work, Tanabe shows Fujiko a magazine with a bunch of hot guys and Fujiko finds out that Nishima is actually the CEO's son of a big company and gets sad when she finds out that Nishima has a girlfriend despite himself saying that he's single. Of course, when he tells Nishima about it, he states he lied on the magazine so people would stop confessing to him. We get more backstory about Nishima, seeing that his dad isn't really that good of a dad and that Nishima is going to pave his own future. Fujiko ends up giving a winning popcicle stick to Nishima so he can cash it in for her. Fujiko gets a fever at work and Sakamoto brings her home so she can rest and he takes care of her. Nishima ends up appearing in her apartment shortly after, stating that Sakamoto didn't lock the door and he wandered in. He ends up feeding Fujiko with his own cooking and gets a bit jealous of Sakamoto. The next day, he ends up brining this up to Tanabe, telling her that her neighbor was indeed the CEO that was in the magazine, though this gets resolved quickly as Tanabe was already dating someone and doesn't even remember who they were talking about. Tanabe and Fujiko go out on the night but upon returning home gets harassed by a bunch of guys. Here, Nishima ends up finding them and warding the guys away. He is able to drive her home safely and they even exchange numbers. Fujiko's brother comes to visit her and after talking to Nishima tells him that her brother is coming to visit and Nishima asks if he could meet him. She ends up talking about this with Tanabe, and while watching the news of a woman who fell out of a five story building, Fujiko recalls saving someone from suicide by talking then down from it, though she doesn't remember much. Fujiko picks up her brother, Toshimune and Fujiko reminisces about how she basically raised him. Nishima comes to visit and makes a good impression on Toshimune by giving him new shoes as a gift and while Fujiko is quickly doing laundry, she overhears Toshimune talking to Nishima about how great his sister is and how she did her best to make sure that he had a normal life. Toshimune goes home and in return for giving Toshimune really expensive shoes, Fujiko agress to cook for Nishimia. While they eat Fujiko's meal together, Fujiko solidifies her crush on him and the two kiss.

While thinking about their relationship, Fujiko's payslip flies out of her hands and into Nishima's apartment. Not wanting to disturb him, she decides to crawl into the hole connecting to their two apartments to retrieve it. Inside, Fujiko immediately finds an entire wall filled with her pictures. After looking around, she also finds a journal detailing all of his exchanges with Fujiko starting from yesterday onwards. She also finds his collection of stolen things from Fujiko. We cut to Nishima at work thinking about Fujiko and the kiss they had together. We get to see him tracking Fujiko and seeing his perspective when he saved her and Tanabe from those drunk guys and we also see how much stress Nishimia's work has had on him as he got promoted, seeing Fujiko as his only source of comfort. It gets confirmed that he was the guy that Fujiko saved from suicide all those years ago, and he ended up changing his appearance to fit her type as well as has been stalking her all this time. We see how happy he was when he first met Fujiko and talked to her as well as how he was completely aware that what he was doing was wrong, but could not stop. Upon coming home he gets the horrible realization that someone has looked through his stuff and immediately and correctly guesses that Fujiko had finally come in and found what he had been doing. Nishima freaks out and begs and knocks at Fujiko's door leading to Fujiko looking at him with disgust and giving back his cup. Nishima just drops the act entirely and goes full simp ( I don't have a better way to phrase this ). At work, she mulls over what is happening and feels completely unnerved to be at home. Instead of calling the police, Fujiko turns to Sakamoto to help with the problem. Sakamoto gets a bug detector from his house to scan her and when Sakamoto asks why she hasn't called the police yet, Fujiko states its because of how he was about to cry and also because since Nishima is rich, it would cause her to unnecessarily be involved in a lot of news. Sakamoto and Fujiko decide to pretend to be a couple so that Nishima will come over and the two can take him down. The two of them basically do this inside the apartment until Sakamoto attempts to fake kiss Fujiko and Nishima breaks in with a panic. Sakamoto is able to take Nishima down and tie him up. Sakamoto makes Nishima admit to what he's been doing including revealing that he put bugs in the wall sockets and put a tracking device in her stuffed animal keychain. Nishima reveals to Fujiko that he was the one he saved from jumping off the building years ago, though the reason why Fujiko didn't remember him is because he looked extremely different than he did before. After hearing his reasoning, Fujiko decides to not report this to the police as she doesn't want their two companies to be involved. She decides to not press charges as long as Nishima stops stalking her and being creepy, which he agrees to. The two end up going into the apartment to see Nishima's creepy collection of Fujiko things though Fujiko seems to be okay with keeping some of the things (like pictures and some of the diary entries) because she has such little documentation on her own life. Though he seems to accept his punishment he freaks out a bit when he realizes he won't be able to talk to her though does accept it as he doesn't want her to call the police on him next time.

The next day, Fujiko comes back and talks to one of her other neighbors who mentions that Nishima has been playing really loud music above from him as well as a ton of other noise. Fujiko starts to worry about Nishima and reads one of his diary entries. After he goes quiet, Fujiko gets worried and basically starts stalking Nishima back only to find him talking to another woman. She comes back sad and jealous. The next day, Tanabe, Fujiko and Sakamoto go out to a cat cafe after work to help ease Fujiko's nerves. Sakamoto reveals that he ended up telling Tanabe about everything after she pestered him enough and the three have a heartwarming conversation about everything that happened. The three of them celebrate Christmas together and it turns out that Sakamoto ended up inviting Nishima over so the two could talk. Everyone eventually gets drunk except for Nishima and Fujiko and the two start talking about what has been happening recently. He reveals that he made all that loud noise to get Fujiko to come over, but it failed. We also learn more about his parents, that they pushed him to be a perfectionist to the point of him torturing himself, to which Fujiko tries to reassure him stating that his parents probably wanted the best for him.

At work, there is a new hire that starts to work under Fujiko, Toru Takayama. While she has no interest in him, she ends up telling Nishima about it who gets jealous rather quickly, which scares her when he smells him on her after she has a afterwork drink with him. She gives a Christmas gift to Nishima, but after a while his apartment goes quiet and he doesn't return Fujiko's calls, worrying her. He moves out and leaves a letter for her, but after reading it, she goes to his company to talk to him. After meeting up, Fujiko confesses to him her feelings and the two of them become a couple. They go to a shrine afterwards where Nishima proposes to her to which she accepts.

So I will say the amount of whiplash some parts of the story gave me was pretty funny to say the least. In the beginning it starts out as a general romance story about two neighbors who fall in love. If you had no idea of the tropes of a yandere story, or saw the small hints, you probably would have no idea that he is one because it does a good job at maintaining Fujiko's perspective and doesn't make Nishima's actions too suspicious (I'd say at least). When she does find out that he has been stalking her, it turns more into horror, but ultimately becomes a lot less serious as she decides not to call the police on him. She does have some valid reasons for not doing so, like not getting Nishima's family involved and not getting their two companies involved, her main reason still seems to be because she still has a crush on him, which her other two friends understandably are a bit iffy about. From that point on, she eventually falls in love with him again and Nishima gets a bit less intense in his stalking. I think that for a lot of people this was somewhat of a turn off for the series given that it suddenly because a lot less realistic as I'm sure most people would have called the police given the fact that she found out that her neighbor was stalking her, but I personally find it pretty interesting how the story itself was able to evoke so many different reactions when it changed tones. It might be because she reacted so realistically to finding out and how most of the general things that happened in the plot are pretty realistic and that when she was stalked that the sudden shift in tone to romance was just too much, so people were put off by it. Honestly, the thing that is the most unrealistic is more the fact that Fujiko didn't call the police or at least properly sever the relationship with Nishima all because she still had a crush on him, which does effect the quality of the story, but I feel like its not so terrible that it ruins the entire thing. It is still heavily romance, so they had to get that romance in there somewhere.

Fujiko as an MC is pretty interesting to see because we can see how her childhood and life has affected how she views a lot of the world in the story. As a child her family was in debt so she had to work hard to pay them off and get out of it, which made her develop a complex for not being able to go to college or other higher education. We also see that this leads to her being a lot more of a people pleaser as a lot of work is put onto her by her boss, as she cannot push back and she can't lose this job. She has a close relationship with her brother, though it is mentioned by him that she basically raised him and gave him the opportunities she never had such as going to college. A lot of times, she never really focuses on herself too much, even stating that she never had this many pictures of herself when she finds the photos that Nishima has been taken. Other than her general lead of having romance take over some of her more common sense, she is very realistic in a lot of ways, a salary woman who is trying hard to pay off her family's debts. You can even debate that when she tries to reassure Nishima that his family does love him despite the fact that they put so much pressure on him to succeed that this is how she views her family as well, as she herself never talks ill of her own family despite the fact that she is burdened with having to pay off the debt that they accumulated. Whether or not this family is actually loving or not is hard to say since other than her brother, we never get to meet them, so it is hard to say whether she herself might not realize that her family members may not care for her as much as she realizes or that her family does really care but she has taken this debt upon herself. She is generally a pretty basic person in terms of the way she acts, but I do think that her background does make it compelling when we see her act in certain ways, as we can see where some of her thinking and others come from. She contrasts really well with Nishima as well, someone who is rich but whose family has also placed a great burden on him, so just in the same way that Fujiko saved him from jumping off, he might save her too from her family's debt.

Nishima as a character is generally standard in the way the rich CEO kids work in these stories but it is still fun to see his reasonings for everything. In his family he is the eldest and strived to be the best for his family members, however, either because of himself or his family's expectations (probably a bit of both though his family did put a lot of pressure on him), he ended up being too much of a perfectionist, causing him to be extremely stressed out to the point of wanting to jump off. He is saved by Fujiko and bit by bit changed himself to be someone that she would like, by changing his appearance, mannerisms and other things. While he is able to maintain this facade of being the perfect man, the moment that he learns that Fujiko finds out he's been stalking her, it completely drops to an almost overly obsessive and worshiping degree (well, I'm not complaining about that, haha), to the point of comedy. Nishima is the type of yandere who is aware that his actions are wrong but is unable to stop himself form doing so, and bit by bit gets closer to her. Fujiko has saved him in a lot of ways, not only his life but also his way of living because while he still has strife with how his family treats him, he is no longer to the point of wanting to die. Most of his yandere actions are on the point of a stalker- taking pictures of her, writing about her in a dairy spanning three plus years, saving items from her, tracking her, listening in on her, but when the facade drops, he also ends up becoming extremely worship heavy in a lot of sense-praising her for her basic actions like pouring tea or even just glaring at her. True sub yandere stuff, I live for that kind of thing. After the two talk it out, and he is no longer able to talk to Fujiko which causes him great strife and does try to get her to come over by making a lot of loud noises. While he does reform to some degree, he likely does keep a lot of his tendencies even afterwards, at least to not scare Fujiko. While overall, Nishima is essentially a relatively harmless yandere, I do like how the more grounded story makes it pretty chilling to see when Fujiko actually finds out about his stalking and how scared she is to see what he's done- at least initially. If Nishima were a bit more deranged, this probably wouldn't have gone as well as the story would have ended up being. Takayama might end up being a yandere as well in the future given some expressions that we see when talking to Fujiko, but we'll just have to wait and see.

The side characters, Tanabe, Sakamoto and Tashihibe are pretty fun. Although Tashihibe barely shows up, he definitely reminds me of my own brother (though Tashihibe is a lot more of a himbo) and I enjoy that he is able to talk more a bit about how he looks up to his sister and acknowledges what she's done to make his life better. Tanabe is pretty fun too, with a small conflict about Fujiko's jealousy as well as a good relationship she has that helps her feel less alone in both the workplace and at home. The real MVP is definitely Sakamoto though. He starts out seeming like just a playboy, but he is actually very caring towards Fujiko, taking her home when she gets sick, talking to her about not overworking herself and even helps to capture Nishima as he's the first person that she tells about the stalking in general as well as helping her find any of the bugs and tracking that Nishima might have put on her. I thought that I might not like this guy as much or that he might have become a love interest, but so far it doesn't seem that way at all, though he was a psuedo rival that Nishima had to compete with and is generally just a pretty reliable guy.

Overall, this story is pretty grounded, though very wild in its tonal shifts. I don't think it's an absolute masterpiece but it is very entertaining and I do like the various characters we see in it as it gives them likable and relatable personalities. Plus, if you have a hole in your heart from the Senior sitting next to you, this one has a yandere similar to that. His expressions and reactions are very fun and enjoyable.

[okwonyo]

hi everyone ! so i guess many if you has seen @cupidhoons post about what i said to her. since you all heard her version of the story, here is mine.

a few days ago, liz made a post inspired by a lana del rey song— a woman who is funding the genocide and asked the president to keep going.

as you can see on the picture, an anon did tell her about it and she had the audacity to first, not even apologize, but second call out the “separate art from artist card” which is not valid at all. not in this kind of situation, especially when we are talking about the killing of many children, women and men.

you can see that right from the start, she made it about anyone but herself. claiming that other bloggers did the same. starting to blame everyone else but herself.

i went to her dms and talked to her about it— as you saw in her posts. here is what i say (which i stand for) and what she responded. then kaia @pshbites (who had nothing to do with this) came along.

(you can search ariana palestine to see what she has done for the people, it takes 2 seconds)

i never once in my messages told them “kaia, liz, you guys are ZIONISTS” no. i just told a truth that giving money to people who support isreal is funding the genocide— because what do you think they do with this money?

now, if i did call them a zionist anywhere, then i apologize. i admit that it’s quite a strong word to use. but i won’t take back anything that i said, wether it hurts your feelings or not.

all i did was to go in liz’s dms and explain to her why i was going to block her. and instead of apologizing for doing something wrong, she is making herself the victim in this situation because “i called her a zionist” when this isn’t what she should care about.

she should care about how she is promoting a zionist artist and wonder why it is bad to separate the art from artist, not only in this situation but in any kind of way.

she can use the excuse that she has a muslim friend, “i’m not racist ! my neighbor is a black woman !” using religion to defend yourself isn’t right, it doesn’t make sense, there are not only muslims in palestine. this isn’t a genocide because of religion, it’s a genocide because of the people. there are chirstians in palestine as well— and most of you not knowing this says a lot about the people that you are.

now, you can make this entire situation about me being the problem. you can say “oh but jiah called someone a zionist, so problematic!” and turn around to support people who showed support to a zionist and didn’t stop AFTER knowing the truth.

this situation isn’t about me allegedly calling liz a zionist, this situation is so much bigger than this and it’s just sad that it got reduced to this kind of drama. this situation is about how some people will reblog links and do post about palestine while still listening to artists that are publicly zionist. they will turn around and drink cocacola, they will go and eat mcdonald.

you can reblog as many posts as you want, but if don’t do the boycott RIGHT you are doing nothing. i know what i’m talking about, i had to stop listening to my favorite kpop group because of this and here is a proof of me acknowledging and learning from my mistakes :

which is why i don’t understand why liz can’t simply do the same without making a whole post about it. you can say that i was harsher with her than rei (@soov) was with me. but i wasn’t promoting jennie on my blog and claiming that it’s okay to give zionists money if we are separating the art from the artist.

so it’s all that i have to say.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 ║ ❝𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐚𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞

(A/n) ➳ Five chapters down, six more to go! Yep this series is meant to be eleven chapters. I think I made Daryl not Daryl. I don’t know if that made sense but I hope it does.

Word Count ➳ 840

Content Warnings ➳ Womanizer Shane, talks of marriage, unrequited love, rejection, light sexual content, swearing, OOC/Soft Daryl…

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YOU STARED AT THE RECENT TEXT FROM AMY.

You wanted to huff, but you sat across from Shane whose eyes remained on you. His gaze made you sit up unconsciously and uncomfortably, even when you looked out at the window beside you, his gaze never moved.

The two of you sat in silence, utensils clicking against plates and the gentle sounds of the neighboring tables. It wasn’t until Shane’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“I remember you sayin’ you wanted to travel. Do you still have those plans?”

You shrugged, tearing into the steak with your fork and knife. “Hard to say, money has been tight. I’m surprised you even remember that, I don’t.”

“It was the night we all went to the drive-in theater. You sounded so happy ‘bout it.” Shane reached into his wallet, pulling out a photo of said night.

You looked up at the sky, a wide smile on your face. You wore a thick jacket that you had a feeling that it was Shane’s. You could barely see Rick and Lori, both of them eating each other’s faces.

“You kept this? Why?”

“Memories, I like to keep ‘em close.” He replied, pulling the photo back into his wallet. “And I wanted to travel with you.”

“Ever tell that to the girls who cling to your arm?” You lifted an eyebrow, brought the piece of steak to your lips, eating it. “Who would’ve gotten angry? Susie? Jamie? Or Scarlet? She would’ve become a storm.”

Shane’s eyes flickered with regret. “Should’ve known you’d never let that go. I know I ain’t ever shown you that I do love you, but I’m ‘ere how. I ain’t got plans to go anywhere without you. Even if I’m second-”

“Stop. Jus’ stop.” You dropped your fork and knife, running your hands over your face. “I-I can’t, Shane. I won’t. I ain’t gonna put you through the pain of being with me. I ain’t gonna do it, you can’t convince me.”

You don’t see the way his eyes narrowed, how his jaw clenched. “I love you, (Y/n). I’m willin’ to make this work.”

“But I ain’t. I can’t love how a wife should love her husband.” Your heart raced but you tried to sound stern and remain firm in your decision. “You are my friend and that’s all.”

You reached into your purse and took out enough to cover your portion to cover your meal. You dropped it into the table and stood, eyes locking with Shane’s.

“I’m sorry Shane.” You slipped on your jacket. “I hope you can understand.”

Without another word, you walked out of the restaurant. You walked into the parking lot of the restaurant, leaning against a random car and fumbling with your phone.

You did it. You finally did it. You should’ve felt clear by now, like weight was taken off your back. But why was your heart still racing? Why were you worrying about the opinions of Lori and Rick? What would they say now?

You knew what they wanted for you. It was probably a dream they wanted. High school sweethearts friends with high school sweethearts. So the friend group would still be together.

You dialed Daryl’s number. After a few rings, Daryl answered, his voice rough and warm. “Hey-”

“Tell me this ain’t bullshit.” You cut him off. “Tell me that all of this isn’t for fun. That I’m not some other girl.”

“Y’know, the bar ain’t the first time I saw ya. I came into the diner late, saw ya.”

“Really? What was I wearing?”

“Ya was comin’ out of a room. White shirt, black skirt, boots, with hooped earrings that shined. Ya was standing next to a blonde.”

“Yeah, Annie. I was leavin’ my shift. You must’ve been lookin’ at her who’s better than me.”

“Ya seriously think that?”

“Yeah, so why ain’t you hookin’ up with her?”

“‘Cause she looked miserable. Didn’t matter how much that woman smiled, it was fake. And at the bar, it wasn’t fake. Ya were where you wanted to be, I swear to ya. I ne’er met anyone like ya and it makes me want to enjoy life again… (Y/n)?”

Daryl had brought you back to your place. His hands are carefully slipping off your shirt, dragging his hands over your exposed skin.

“Am I gonna be some other guy to you?” He whispered against the skin of your neck, his hot breath sending chills.

“Never. ‘Cause I know you.”

He hummed, planting kisses down your neck, chest, and down to your stomach. “Do ya now?”

“There’s more to you.” Daryl lifted his head, coming back up. You take it as a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. “I can see past the cold face you put on. Like at the bar. But everytime you were with me, you ain’t a hardass.”

Daryl chuckled in response. “Ya gettin’ yerself into deep shit, only a fool would.”

“Could a fool fall in love?”

“Yer a hopeless woman.”

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[glassartpeasants]

The Fire Will Pass

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt to comfort i think, spoilers for Law's backstory, mentions of death and blood, not edited cause my computer was DYING

A/N: Alright so i already posted the first part of this a hot second ago but i deleted it so i could write the rest of it cause i ended up loving it to much to let it not be finished. @mandiemegatron here is the gift. its the amber lead reader story i said i was gonna do centuries ago.

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“Why is everyone avoiding that girl? Is she sick or something?”

“Don’t go near her! She’s contagious!”

Once again, here you were, treated like some sort of plague. Like something to be feared. New town, same reaction. No matter how hard you try to convince people, no one will listen. Even if there had been books and research about the disease you’ve been cursed with, they all see you as a walking sickness.

You supposed you did look contagious. Patches of white cover your body, and burns cover your already marked body. What happened that day that caused all your grief replays in your mind like a broken record.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Wake up!” The smell of smoke invades your lungs as your eyes flutter open. The scene of your frantic mother shaking you awake was the only thing you saw.

“Mom? What’s…what’s going on?” You were ripped from your bed as your mother held you in her arms—something she hadn’t done in years.

“Mom! Wh-”

“Shush! Baby, we need to be quiet.” The hushed whisper of your mother sent shivers down your spine. Never in your life have you heard your mother sound like that. And when you looked into her eyes, all you saw was fear.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Your mother hid your head in her shoulder as she rushed down the stairs. The only thing you managed to see your childhood home was the bright light of flames. Its heat burned your lungs as you let out a cough.

Opening the door, your mother ran out of the house quickly. Dry coughs slipped past her lips as you held onto her tight.

“Mom…I’m scared….” You whisper into her ear as your body begins to tremble.

“It’s okay, baby, everything will be okay.” Petting your hair, your mom held you tighter.

Looking up, all you saw was a black, smoky sky. Your eyes darted from place to place as the horror of everything going on around you began to sink in. Flames ate away at the buildings around you, and what you could only begin to realize were the lifeless bodies of your friends and neighbors, lying along the cold ground with patches of white dancing along their skin.

You were speechless as your eyes widened, seeing flames eat away at everything you’ve ever known.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Tears rim your eyes as you struggle not to sob. Why was this happening? What was happening? Why was the sky a mucky grey and the streets a ruthless red? It was a sunny and beautiful day earlier. People talked with happiness, but now those same people were lying lifeless on the street, their voices forever silenced.

You desperately looked along the streets for a certain boy with a funky hat, yet you couldn’t see anything through the flames. The flames burned brighter as ashes fell from the sky, each one you feared would be the remnants of the home of your only friend. 

As the buildings collapse from the fires eating away at them, you try to pinpoint where exactly you are. But as more buildings fall, everything seems the same until a red cross catches your attention. Your eyes widen as you see your mother, and you get closer to the hospital where you knew the boy’s parents worked at. A sense of hope filled your being as you stopped almost in front of the hospital. Opening your mouth to scream out and pray that he heard you, you were cut short as an explosion from inside the hospital caused the fire to burst out all windows, the glass shattering. 

“Their….dead…” Your voice barely came out as it felt like the air was stolen from your lungs. The world spins as the heat of the blaze fans your face as you look on in horror. All of them gone, yet here you were, alive as your mother ran down the dark streets of Flevance.

The cold water of the new world licked at your feet as you dangled them over the edge of the wooden dock. Patches of white decorated your skin, even though you wished the water would wash away the painful reminder of how alone you would forever be. Not a soul to call your friend, let alone love.

Why were you alive? Based on what research you were able to do and what you saw, you were supposed to die as a child. Why were you 23 and only a month away from 24? How dare you live while the rest of everyone you ever knew decay and rot away.

You look out to the sea and wonder that maybe, just maybe, there was another. Someone else like you. Another soul that survived the massacre thirteen years ago. Maybe they were immune just like you.

You didn’t know how or why, but despite showing the physical changes the amber lead did to your body, you’ve never had any symptoms. No weakness, coughing, just nothing. The one thing that showed you were a survivor of the disease was the white blotches that stained your skin.

“Hey! You!” Your body went rigid as you heard a voice call out to you. Swallowing a lump in your throat, you turn your head to look over your shoulder. A million things you were expecting, but a waving polar bear was not one of them. You rub your eyes to make sure you aren’t seeing things.

“You! You're the sick girl, right?” A frown worked its way on your face. Even though you’ve heard it countless times, it still didn’t make it easier to hear.

“What’s it to you? Come to mock me?”

The polar bear shakes his head. “No! Not at all! I just wanted to let you know that my captain can probably help you!”

“What I have can't be cured. So it’d be useless to try.”

“Come on! What do you have to lose?”

“Mom, please, we’re almost there!” You whisper as you try to drag her faster. Yet, with every step you take, your mom gets slower. Using both your hands, you grab your mom's as tears rim your eyes. Trying your best, you start pulling even harder.

You turn your head to talk to your mom. “Mom, we have to-” The words stop short as you see your mom's once white shirt splotched with ever-growing red. Time seems to stop as you try to comprehend what you're seeing.

Stumbling, your mom turns you around. “Run baby. Run and don’t stop till the smoke is no more.” Tears stream down your face as everything seems to stop.

“No! I won’t leave without you!” You cry as you try to turn around, but your mom keeps her grip tight.

“Please, baby, you have to go on without me. You need to live. Live for the ones that couldn’t make it. Live for me, baby.” Your mother presses a kiss on your head as her grip turns light. A final gasp escapes her lips as you hear her collapse behind you as you begin to run through the flames.

“Live for Flevance.”

“Alright. I’ll go. Show me the way.”

The polar bear smiles before grabbing your hand. “You won’t regret this!” He exclaimed as he started to pull you to another end of the dock. The action making your eyes widen and pang shoot through your chest. His ‘hand’ was in yours even though you were obviously sick.

How many years had it been since your hand has been held? Since youve felt the touch of a living person?

“Your not scared of getting sick?” A whisper escapes from your lips.

“Nope!”

“Oh…” The sound of your footsteps hitting the wooden dock did nothing to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

“It’s just up ahead!” The polar bear grinned as he ran faster. His happiness was contagious as you couldn’t help the smile spread on your face. For some reason, this time felt different. Like hope had filled you once again after all these years.

The closer you got, the more you see what he was dragging you too. A yellow submarine with black markings along it. Odd shapes but you kept yoru mouth closed. Now wasn’t the time to insult or question. But you notice that you feel an overwhelming pull to it. Like your heart was trying to jump out of your chest to it.

The polar bear stopped in front of the submarine. “Here we are! The Polar Tang!”

“The Polar Tang?”

“Yep! Now come on!” You watch as the bear climbs up and opens a hatch before motioning you to follow. With an exhale of breath, you follow. The cold metal making a shiver run down your spine. The ladder felt shaky even though it was simply yourself as you begin to grow nervous.

Finally stepping on teh metal ground the bear once again motions you to follow. As you walk with him, you realize you never caught his name.

“Um, you never told me your name?”

The bear looked over his shoulder. “Oh, I didn’t? Sorry! But my names Bepo! Yours?”

“(Y/N). (L/N) (Y/N).”

“Perfect. I’ll let the captain know.” With a hum,you follow the bear to an office around the corner. You watch as teh bear knocks on the door.

“Captain! Are you busy? We really need you!” You hear a sigh from behind the door before the doorknob turns.

“Bepo I’m really busy, what do you-” The captain stood quiet as he looked at you. A look of horror and shock in his eyes. Your heart beat against your ribs as time seemed to stop. With your eyes scanning the captain, your eyes stop at his hat. It looked so familiar…

“Bepo leave.”

“What? But captain-”

“Go!” He points away from him before turning back to you. “You stay.”

You watch as Bepo leaves and you can’t help but feel like your being crushed. The air seemed tense between you and him. But before a word left your lips, a cold hand grabs yoru wrist and pulls you into his office. Locking the door behind him, he begins to pace.

“This isn’t possible…this has to be some sort of nightmare….” Taking off his hat, he runs his fingers through his hair. Soon he turns to you, a bewildered look in his eyes.

“That’s amber lead disease isn’t it? The white patches…” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you respond.

“Yes.” Your answer only seemed to make it worse.

“Thats not possible! No one was supposed to survive after the government…” He trails off and you can’t help but feel tears gloss your eyes. Clutching your hands into fists, you look down.

Suddenly, you feel him grip your shoulder. “No one was supposed to live to see fifteen! So how are you alive?” His voice desperate.

“I don’t know.” You spoke with a soft voice as the tear begin to slip down your cheeks. “I don’t know.”

“Did you eat a devil fruit?” While still frantic, his voice was much more gentle. 

“No. I’ve never even seen one in my life.” There was a few seconds of silence as you watch teh gears turn in his head. “How do you know so much about Flevance?” You asked as you looked into his eyes. His golden orbs almost hypnotizing.

“I’m from Flevance.”

“What?”

“I’m from Flevance.” Your body seems to shake as you gently place yoru hands on his arms. The world seemed to spin as your eyes look into his own, trying to see for any lies.

“What’s your name?” He looks hesitant for a second before answering.

“Trafalgar Law.” Your hands fly to your mouth as it all begnis to make sense. The familiar hat, the pull you felt when you neared the sub, his eyes. All the pieces fit together. The boy you once thought was gone, now stood in front of you all grown up. Your heart jumped in yoru chest as what used to be tears of pain, were now tears of joy.

“Your alive…I can’t believe your alive!” A huge smile lays across yoru face as you grip his arms tighter. “I thought you died all those years ago but you didn’t! Your here with me!” Law looks at you intensely before his eyes widen.

“(Y/N)?” You nod and let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah.”

Without second to spare, Law pulls you into a tight hug. Wrapping his arms around you like you’d disappear if he so much as lighten his grip. You wrap your own arms around him and begin to sob uncontrollably. Despite his cold touch, knowing that he was alive gave you an unbelievable warmth.

After spending years alone, wandering around the world, you finally had someone. The feeling of behind hugged for the first time in thirteen years was overwhelming as you criedd into Law’s shoulder. You can hear him crying as he cried into your hair. Both your bodies trembling as the combined sobs echo in his office. Cries of pain and the finally ending loneliness slipping down your cheeks.

“I thought i was all alone. That i was the only one left.” You whisper into Law’s shoulder. Law said nothing and only gripped you tighter. His sobs echo in your ears as the two of you subconsciously begin to sway side to side.

“How did you get out? They had everything fenced in and guarded. How did you escape?”

You ran as fast as you could along the bloody flame ridden streets. Everywhere was a dead end or was guarded by the government who wanted you dead. It seemed like you were stuck in an endless loop as you went in circles trying to find an escape.

As you ran forward, a big wall of burning hot flames raged before you. Yet, beyond the flames, you could see the port. The water reflecting the horror that is your crumbling home. This could be your only shot.

Looking at the wall of flames, you took a breath before running into the heat, determined to get to the other side.

 “I managed to hide in a crate on a navy ship. And the next stop they went to after Flevance I got off.” Looking you at him, you sniffle. “What about you? How did you escape?” You watch as Law grows silent and clings to your shirt.

“If you don’t wanna say it’s okay. We’re already been through enough.” Rubbing his back, you try to soothe him.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been hugged, thank you Law.” You’ve never felt so calm since you were a child. Such safety in his arms.

“I don’t understand though, how did you survive the Amber Lead?”

Law lets out a shaky breath.”It’s a long story, but to keep it simple, I ate a devil fruit.” You pull your head from his shoulder and look at him with shock before stars appear in your eyes.

“You have devil fruit powers?! Really?! You must show me!” Law looked at you, a smile on your face. He can see the tired look in your eyes and the heavy burden you bear with teh more noticeable spots then his own.

It intrigued him: how you could still have such prominent spots that look like you're still fresh with the disease, but you're still healthy, walking fine, and showing no signs other than the spots. Could you have truly been immune?

Law goes to say something but he watches in shock as you examine his office before standing in front of his doctors licsence.

A shock gasped leaves your lips as you turn back to Law. “Is this real?! Did you really become a doctor?!”

“Yeah.” A chuckle leaves his lips before a silence falls between he two of you. Suddenly a sigh leaves your lips.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward. I just…I didn’t think I’d ever met someone from Flevance who was still alive and lived to tell the tale.” You say with a shaky tone. “And I know I’ve already said this….” With a trembling lip, you run up and pull law into another hug.

“I’m so happy your alive!” You wail as your legs grow weak. The inside of your head pounded like a drum as you struggle to breath through your sobs. With your legs finally giving up, your knees hit the ground taking Law with you. 

Law’s heart hits against his ribs at your words. After years of feeling so alone and hiding what truly happened that night, there felt a bright warm feeling in his chest.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me stay with you.” Law hears your sniffles as you cry into his shoulder.

He hadn’t about that. What would happen now? By the looks of it and what you’ve said, people still treat Amber Lead like they did all those years ago. Medicine has advanced so much, and yet you were still stuck with a painful reminder of what you’ve lost.

“Of course, don’t worry.”

“Hello Mrs. Trafalgar! Is Law available?” The sound of your voice breaks through Law’s study session. Knowing his mom would let you in the house with no questions asked, he began to panic. He looked around his room and saw the slight mess that it was. Jumping from his seat, he begin to pick up the dirty clothes and quickly make his bed.

A few knocks reach a Law’s ears. “Law? Can I come in?” Your voice echoes in his room. Whipping his head around to check his room to see any mess, he pulls off his hat to straighten out his hair before throwing it on his bed.

“Yeah!” Law hit his head as he critizes himself for sounding too excited but quickly straightens himself out as you enter.

“Oh wow, your room is so clean!” You say as you look around before turning to him. “Hey, where’s your hat?”

“I just took off for a second.” Law says with a nervous chuckle. He watches as you spot his hat on his bed before grabbing it.

Going up to him, you put it back on his head. “There we go. Much better.” Your smile made his heart beat heavily as he swallows.

“How’s your studying going? I heard from your mom that if your not hanging out with me, your studying. Am i just that awesome?” Your teasing and smug smile makes his heart beat even faster.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about!” Law exclaims as his face feels hot. “She’s making things up!”

“Alright calm down. I’m just teasing!” Grumbling, Law looks away.

“Whatever.”

You laugh before moving towards his desk after something caught your eye. Once your eyes finally got a good look, you squeal.

“Is that the new Sora: Warrior of the Sea book?! Why didn’t you tell me you got the new volume?!”

“I was walking for you to come over…” Law whispered.

“Huh?”

“I forgot. Lucky for you, I haven’t read it yet so you get the privilege to read it with me.” Crossing his arms, Law tries his best to exclude confidence. Not wanting to show just how excited he was to read with you.

“Well what are we waiting for?! Let’s read it!” Grabbing the book, you sit on teh bed before patting the spot next to you. With a leap of his heart, he goes to sit next to you.

“Law?” Your soft voice in his ear pulls him from his memories and back to the present.

“Hmm?” He feels you pull back from teh hug, eyes bloodshot from tears as some still streamed down your cheeks.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any Sora comics would you? Do you still like Sora?”

Law’s heart beats even faster at yoru question. “I probably have some somewhere, why?” He didn’t want to tell you just yet that he had every single volume in his room safely stored in a book case. Along with many, many action figures.

“Well, we, or I, have never finished reading that volume or have read them since. Do you think we can read them together again? Like we used to?”

“I’d like that.”

[hayleythesugarbowl]

ooo can you do ones for the smosh women?

if so amanda and/or angela plzzz

smosh women x reader headcanons

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • smosh masterlist ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a/n: ok i went ahead and did all the smosh women but angela and amanda are on here!! also i found out after i wrote this that jackie left smosh (😭😭) but im going to include her anyways!! hope you enjoy these <3🩰🍓

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this is what I think it would be like dating the smosh women…

courtney…

she bought you guys matching shirts

her love language is definitely physical touch 

and she’s always holding your hand or playing with your hair or giving you kisses 

tells you how much she loves your butt lol

you met her family and they all love you so much

boops your nose

loves cuddling under a blanket with you

she thinks you’re the funniest person ever

facetimes you all the time and when you try to decline saying you’re not having a good hair day she called you anyway and tells you how gorgeous you and your hair look

if you’re having a bad day she’ll cheer you up by being extra silly and taking you to your favorite places

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angela…

you guys take turns picking movies and shows to watch and get really into them 

she loves your sense of humor so much 

and you guys definitely make each other laugh at inappropriate times 

she lets you borrow anything of hers you want 

so much teasing 

you guys do karaoke together 

she sits in your lap all the time

you guys go to the theater together and she whispers to you throughout the whole thing

you guys get a dog 

she thinks you’re crazy talented and loves listening to you talk about what you’re passionate about 

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amanda…

smells so good 24/7

knows your order at like every restaurant you guys have been to 

on your birthday she makes sure to tell the waiters it’s your birthday and then sings louder than anyone 

so protective of you fr

you guys have these really relaxing self care days and spa days 

and she definitely eats the cucumbers 

gives the best hugs omg

neck kisses 

anytime you’re uncomfortable or embarrassed she does something even more weird or embarrassing to take the heat off you

so supportive of whatever you do 

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arasha…

y’all watch so much Netflix together 

and all the other streaming services 

because she probably somehow knows all the neighbors passwords 

you guys have these elaborate prank wars

she always wins but she doesn’t brag too much

the best at comforting you when you’re upset 

rubs your back 

goes out and gets you starbucks because ‘you looked like you needed some coffee’

loves your smile so much 

the best at picking a restaurant and we love that 

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jackie…

definitely asked you out with ‘you ever been with a black woman before?’

(if you got that reference i love you)

always has a hand on your thigh 

you guys definitely got a cat…or a few cats 

you two go out to events and stuff and she never leaves your side and makes all the introductions 

you definitely went to a swing dance together once and dressed up and had so much fun

she led

she writes poetry about you 

and one fanfiction as a joke

and you’ve framed every one she’s given you

sings you to sleep 

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olivia…

sends you the most random memes at 2 am

‘saw this and thought of you’

and you spend so many minutes trying to figure out what they mean

she’ll just flop down on top of you on the couch and rest her head on your shoulder 

takes you to so many fun locations 

you guys have your own emoji language 

forehead kisses 

gets really close with your parents

remembers the most random things you said months ago and prides herself on knowing you really the best 

she gets the best gifts 

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kimmy…

makes her own valentines for you

always asking how you’re doing or if you’re cold or hungry or tired

calls you ‘sweetie’ and ‘honey’

you guys bake together 

holds your hair while you throw up 

introduces you to all her friends and compliments you so much in front of them

‘you pick’

calls you every day/night that you don’t see each other and you guys talk for hours 

she leaves you cute little notes all over the place

tries to make you laugh to cheer you up

her lock screen is you and she has you entered into her phone as ‘🩷💜love of my life💜🩷’

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ ok i hoped you enjoyed these!! let me know if you want any full length headcanons for any of the specific smosh women or men <3 💋💌

[allaboutyn]

seasons of you; arthur morgan × female reader

you are his spring, and he… he is your winter.

excerpt two:

“IS that your new neighbor?”  charles agreed to come help arthur with his horses, and harvest the vegetation, but all he’s done is stare at you as you’re tending to your garden in your old overalls.  arthur kinda wants to hit him. but all he does is hum in reply before turning to throw the hay into the barn.  “she’s pretty. does she live there by herself?” “i ain’t seen no one else goin’ in.” “damn. it’s such a big house.” arthur takes a moment to look over at you. he’ll admit — only to himself — how beautiful he truly believes you to be. gorgeous, even when you’re just in your overalls or running gear.  he sighs, leaning against the fork as he looks at charles, leaving the gate wide open without a second thought. “ya gonna help or jus stand there lookin’ pretty?”  before charles can laugh, and arthur makes a witty retort, one of his horses rushes past them and across the dirt road as she had done several times before. you can hear two men shouting over your headphones, and when you look up, you lock eyes with a large white and gray horse standing less than two feet away.  you hear arthur shout, the lasso swinging in his hands as he  “get over’ere, girl!”  arthur morgan is famous around town for his personality, and his wild horses. “grumpy ol’ arthur morgan” is what people call him. the local grocer warned you about him the moment the news got out that it was you who bought the house across the street. “arthur tends to scare off most of the people touring it so we never thought someone would buy it,” they had said and maybe that’s why you ended up buying it — because you never had a physical tour of it, only a video tour and the virtual ones they offer online. you couldn’t get out long enough for it to not look suspicious.  people constantly ask you about it when you’re at work, and it’s funny because the elderly people try to set the two of you up and you like to show them the renovation work you’ve done by showing them photos, but the gossipy women that come in just make it annoying by asking about him all the time. you don’t know how to tell them that you’ve only ever had one conversation with him, so you just nod and smile when they talk, hoping they go away.  at first, you weren’t even sure who they were talking about, since arthur never introduced himself, even after you brought him brownies, but eventually, it just got easier to figure it out. there’s only one man around town that wears a black, worn down leather cowboy hat that you’ve seen.  the horse gets closer. as fearful as you are of the majestic creatures, you try your best to keep yourself calm, holding your trembling hand out for her to sniff the apple before eating the apple, giving arthur the chance to lasso her neck.  “thank yew.” tipping his hat, he walks off with the filly, and the man who had been beside him also tips his hat to you before leaving.  “i think she’s scared of horses,” charles whispers as the two get closer to the cowboy’s home.

[traffic-was-a-b1tch]

anthem of the heart

(jake kiszka x reader) 18+

summary: you and your best friend move into a new apartment after college, wanting a fresh start in nashville. however, you come to find that your neighbors are musicians. very loud musicians who like to keep you up at night. especially one, who likes to bother you on purpose. you would hate him… if he wasn’t so hot.

warnings for overall series: eventual SMUT!!!, angst, mentions of past abuse (not jake), abuse (not jake), mentions of past sexual assault (not jake), sexual assault (not jake), enemies to lovers, cursing, let me know if I missed any. (i’m still making this series up as I go along so it might change)

warnings for this chapter: SMUT, oral (f rec), fingering, kissing, mentions the SA of chapter three, cursing, softy jake :), let me know if I missed any!

author’s note: hey everyone! were finally getting to the good part ;)!thank you so much for loving this series! let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list! as always, please feel free to give me feedback, requests, comments, etc. enjoy!!!

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Chapter Six:

the words tumbled out of you. first the interview, then tanner, then jake. and more jake.

he haunted your once peaceful mind, filling it with fantasies and his voice. you couldn’t stop.

but kailee was mainly focused on one thing.

“how the hell did tanner find out where you live?”

you shrugged, “I have no idea. I didn’t even tell him we were moving to nashville, just that I was moving away from him.”

she looked you in the eye, serious. “you have to file a police report. they have to know he attacked you.”

you nodded. you did know. but it had been so hard to think these past hours that you forgot that legal action needed to happen. you forgot that he might still come back and you had to have this assault on record.

“can you come with me?”

kailee reached out to cup your face and replied, “after all you’ve been through? facing these things alone? i’ll do whatever you need, honey.”

“well, I wasn’t alone”, you countered, “I had jake.”

she narrowed her eyes, removing her hands and sitting back in her chair. “right. jake. the neighbor.”

you knew that she knew by the way you talked about him, you were aching for him. but you fought it and put up a wall, “yes, our neighbor. who is utterly repulsive and arrogant.”

she nodded with a shit eating smile on her face, obviously seeing right through you.

“you wanna fuck him, huh?”

you threw a decoration pillow at her head, silencing her teasing.

after getting dressed decently, you two went and filed a report. it felt easier, knowing you could squeeze her hand when the questions got worse.

you felt wrongly embarrassed, like it was a black spot on you and not him. kailee noticed, of course, and kept reminding you that it was his fault. his actions, his conscience, his karma that would soon find him.

it went sooner than I thought it would, thankfully. soon we left, both of us feeling relieved.

by the time we got back home it was only 11 am. you decided to take the rest of the day off and nap, hoping to put all your worries of tanner to the side.

you got into comfortable shorts and a t shirt, almost jumping into bed. the world of darkness enveloped you in four seconds flat.

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jake was on top of you.

arms on either side of your head, pining you to the bed. his mouth was hot on your neck, sucking marks into it.

he panted as he trailed hickeys down your neck, breasts, and hips. he bit the skin of your hip, moaning. then he reached his desired destination, lips stopping right above where you needed him most.

he looked up at you and grinned.

“who’s pussy is this?”

“yours”, you choked out.

with that he buried his face in between your legs.

you tried your best to breathe but the way his tongue worked in and out of you made you close already.

he looked up at you for consent as he pushed two fingers into you, turning his mouth to your clit.

he was so. fucking. good.

you were about to come, grinding hopelessly on his face. you were right on the cusp and…

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you woke up in a pool of sweat.

fuck.

you scolded your mind for the cruel dream.

you looked on your phone and saw 6:38 pm. it was dinner time and you were starving.

you changed clothes and walked to the kitchen. you thought about what easy meal you were going to make, considering your exhaustion. but you walked in on kailee, stirring a pot of boiling pasta.

“good morning”, she laughed, “I figured you wouldn’t want to cook so I made spaghetti.”

you made your way behind her, wrapping your arms around her and hugging her tight.

“you always know exactly what I need, kay.”

“mmm”, she agreed and turned to face you, “then might I suggest some dick next?”

your eyes widened as you swatted her for the question.

“I hear our neighbor is available…”, she trailed on.

you swatted her twice more, “kailee!”

she laughed so hard she snorted, which caused you both to erupt in giggles.

“i’m done with this conversation.” you walked away laughing.

dinner was amazing, of course. kailee didn’t like to cook often, but when she did it was a culinary experience.

you washed your dishes, scrubbing lightly at the baby blue plates.

she broke the comfortable silence by saying something you didn’t expect.

“hey, you know i’m just giving you a hard time, right?”

you looked up at her. she was laying on the couch watching reruns of the office, but now her eyes found yours and she wasn’t joking.

“I know I said you needed to get some, but you know I was joking. you’ve been through so much and I know I wouldn’t be in the mood if all that had happened to me. i’m just stating facts though,” she added, “from what i’ve heard, you’ve had some serious tension going on with this jake guy. all i’m saying is yolo, girl.”

you laughed softly, “yeah we did have a few moments, but i’m not sure if he still wants me, you know? maybe i’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

you smiled at each other, she really did know you.

you got into bed, after doing your skincare, needing a minute to read and relax. you opened your book and got through a few chapters before you heard something faintly.

another guitar riff. god, didn’t this guy sleep? you listened closer, the riff sounded like a song you knew. after a second you realized it was ‘do I wanna know’ by arctic monkeys.

you really liked that song, and it was drastically different than what you had heard coming from jake’s apartment before. slower, passionate. almost purposeful.

then you heard kailee calling your name from her room, “ughhh, you’re boyfriend’s at it again! go shut him up!”

“kailee!”, you scolded, walking out the front door.

you made your way to jake’s, knocking only once before the door swung open.

“finally, come on.” jake grabbed the hand that was knocking and pulled you inside.

“jake- what-“, you were so confused.

“it’s about time. we wanted your opinion.”

you looked around to see his bandmates. three other men lounged about the room; one stretched on the couch, one with his bare feet up on the recliner, and one glancing at a gibson magazine up against the wall.

if you would’ve known you were meeting his bandmates, you would’ve changed into better clothes. right now you were only in a cropped fleet foxes shirt and pajama pants.

“opinion on what?”, you questioned.

“we need to settle something. sam”, he pointed to the one on the recliner, “thinks that we should put this one song on the ep, and I think we should put a different one on it.”

sam looked uninterested and tired of arguing, tying his hair in a bun. he wore a dark blue zip up hoodie and black shorts. very short black shorts.

your eyebrows furrowed, “well there’s more people in the band, right? let them decide.”

as much as you were appreciative of jake’s effort for your opinion, you were unsure what this had to do with you.

“I think they’re both idiots and both our songs are perfection that should go on the ep”, the one sprawled on the couch chimed in. he stood, sauntering over to offer his hand, “i’m josh, the better twin between me and mr. grump here.”

you shook it, eyes growing wide.

“twin? now that’s something he hadn’t mentioned.”

josh waved his hand in dismissal, “i’m not surprised, darling. jakey doesn’t want people to know there’s a better looking, more talented version of him walking around.”

you giggled. josh wasn’t bad looking for sure, wearing an abba t shirt, light jeans, and sporting a styled short afro.

jake rolled his eyes and pointed to the one by the wall, “and danny is no good because he doesn’t seem to have an opinion either way.”

danny looked up, “hey, don’t hate on me for being easy, baby.”

he had on a green sweater with his long hair pulled back in a half up look.

damn, were they all hot?

jake looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response.

he was in another tight black t shirt and black sweatpants. still, he looked like a model.

you weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, but you almost felt like he was viewing you as a friend. an energy you hadn’t felt from him yet, but one you welcomed.

“well, what do the songs sound like?”

he flashed a quick smile at you and grabbed your hand, leading you to a back room.

you savored the feeling of his hand in yours, even if it wasn’t romantic. the feeling of his skin on yours was intoxicating.

you quickly realized that he led you to the recording room. he sat you down on the couch against the wall of the producing area, a big panel of buttons and dials visible from your seat. the rest of them had followed and now crowded the small space. josh sat next to you, jake stood at the panel, while sam and danny stood by the door.

“ok”, jake started clicking on the computer next to the panel, “this is the song sam thinks should be on the ep.”

an acoustic guitar intro started and jake added, “it’s called flower power.”

the vibes of the song flowed through the room, making you feel like you were floating. an organ faintly in the distance of the song made you listen closer, wanting more. a voice you recognized as josh drifted in with a unique twinge.

‘she is a lady comes from all around’

you saw josh smile and nod at you, confirming your thought and taking credit for the amazing sound of his singing voice.

‘she’s many places, but she’s homeward bound.’

you were honestly amazed. you had only heard harder rock from through the wall, so the sweetness of this song made you smile. you really liked it.

the song kept on, getting to what was undoubtedly the chorus.

it was so uplifting and beautiful, you felt bad for interrupting their practice so many times. if this was what they were working on, the sleeplessness would’ve been worth it.

‘she’s outta sight, outta sight’

the chorus ended and jake stopped the track. they gazed at your for a reaction.

all you could give them was, “wow, the practice has paid off. that was absolutely beautiful.”

they all smiled, clearly appreciative.

“now”, began jake, “listen to the one I prefer.”

you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but a wave of electric guitar overtook you.

“it’s called talk on the street”, josh leaned to whisper to you.

the music was invigorating, making you sink back down to earth.

‘oh mama, you lie in ruin’

it was rock for sure, but you really liked it. the beat made you want to bang your head to it, feel it all the way to your bones.

jake smiled at your face, contorting with the music. the chorus came slower than expected, but it was still a punch in the face with josh’s voice mixed with electric guitar. fuck, it was good.

‘forgetting the end, as your new life has begun.’

the chorus ended and jake stopped the track again.

“well?”, he tested.

all eyes were on you.

“amazing.” you tried to find more words. “it was incredible.”

sam prodded, “so which do you like more? obviously it’s mine, you just have to say it.”

you smiled and thought for a while.

“I think”, they all leaned closer in anticipation of what you were going to say, “I like both.”

they groaned and began talking at once.

“but neither of them are perfect”, you added.

they stopped, questioned glances being shot at you.

“flower power was amazing-“, you said.

“yes, exactly”, sam cut you off.

“but”, you explained, “I think it would sound better with more of the organ sound in it. it’s too faint right now, so it only delivers half the feeling of love and passion I think you want in a song like this.”

they looked stunned. but they had asked for your opinion, and you intended to give it to them.

“as for talk on the street”, you continued, “it’s just a little too slow. the song is about gossip, right? gossip spreads fast. use that metaphor to your advantage and just up the tempo a few beats. it will also be able to carry more of a punch.”

they never took their eyes off of you as they took your critiques in.

“but that’s just my opinion. I mean, it’s your music.” you started to worry that you said too much.

josh was the first to break, laughing in disbelief. “damn, I didn’t expect you to dissect it that much but… it was incredibly helpful.”

he looked at you with appreciation and said to the boys, “I agree with her.”

danny and sam nodded at each other and started planning how to incorporate more of the organ.

jake just looked at you, impressed.

josh put his arm around you, laughing, “wow, jakey. where did you find this girl?”

jake’s eyes never left you as he replied with a curved smile, “just next door.”

the energy was different. it made your heart beat fast and full, feeling him like you never did before. you felt his appreciation radiate from his spot in the room.

“and a fleet foxes shirt? too good to be true!” josh pulled your attention back to him by asking you what your favorite fleet foxes song was.

you spent some time talking with the group of boys for a while about music until they decided they were tired and said goodbye. being around them all made you forget that it was almost 2 am.

maybe that was why they played until so late in the night.

the three boys funneled out of the front door, still brainstorming for their ep, leaving you and jake in his apartment.

“wow”, you giggled, “they were fun. that was more enjoyable than I expected.”

he smiled and started walking towards you, “they like you.”

you were really happy about that. you had always been one for making new friends and always hoped people liked you. you felt your grin beaming.

he got closer, your grin slipping a bit. it was replaced with an unsure expression, your mouth opening slightly.

he stopped right in front of you, lifting his hand to graze your arm.

“we all have that in common.”

you froze. his hand trailed slowly up your arm, to your shoulder. he continued up your neck and to your face. he brushed his thumb on your cheek, looking you in the eyes.

he lowered his face closer, leaving just a small space between you. you were both panting in anticipation, your mouths just inches apart.

just as you though he was going to lean to connect your lips, he backed away, turning and running his hands over his face.

“we can’t. you aren’t ready for all this yet.” he scolded himself.

“jake…”, you begged. you wanted this. you were ready for him.

he turned back to look at you pleading with a face full of need.

jake sighed, hanging his head, “son of a bitch.”

he met your eyes again and said, with an intense tone, “come here.”

you ran to him.

his arms grasped you tight, pulling you into a kiss.

• • •

y’all already know what the next chapters gonna be 🤭

tag list: @gvfpal @hollyco @piratejakesgf @sunandthemoontwinflames @kiszkas-canvas @jjwasneverhere @anythingforjtk

[kishavo]

plagued by memories tonight so I’m going to spit them up and hopefully that brings me relief.

I was an EMT for about 5 years and I think these things are tattooed on my bones. trigger warning under the cut for…upsetting healthcare-related experiences? and the f-slur

I remember bringing a wheelchair-bound elderly man up to his shoebox apartment in the inner city, 12 floors up a derelict building in a tiny, shaky elevator, and being hit with the stink of smoke as soon as I opened the door - cigarette butts stubbed out on every surface, ashtrays overflowing, carpet that started out as brown matted down to black. I offered to help him into bed but he refused. he took off his vietnam veteran baseball cap and picked up a stale pack of cigarettes and told me to go

I remember the man who had been attacked by his neighbors’ dogs, two Rottweilers. his legs were mangled; huge scoops of flesh just gone. he was kind. he asked me how my day was going.

I remember the dead woman in the ER who I was told to bag up and bring down to the morgue. she looked familiar. I remember putting a tag on her thumb but I don’t remember her name. I remember making small talk with the ER tech who was helping me on the elevator ride down to the basement. that sounds like the start of a joke, doesn’t it? a girl, a man, and a dead body get in an elevator. if you think of a punchline let me know

I remember the frequent-flyer patient with a chronic mystery skin infection that caused his legs to leak so much fluid that we had to wrap them in plastic bags or else the gurney would get flooded and it would soak into his pants and spill over the edge onto the floor of the ambulance. the first time I got his call I thought we’d been sent to a haunted house. it was an old victorian in downtown, made of rotting wood and peeling paint. The knob in the front door had been ripped out so I bent down and looked through. There was no answer when I knocked so I yelled ‘hello’ through the hole until eventually someone came down the stairs and silently let us in. Our patient’s apartment was one room, it was dark, it smelled, the bed was as dirty as the floor, beer cans and cigarettes everywhere. There was a tiny, square, box TV playing static. There were spoiled diapers kicked under his desk. He lived alone and apparently had no family. I and every EMT who had ever been sent there reported the situation to social services but nothing was ever done.

there was the woman coming down from a meth binge who kept asking me if I was going to eat her brains. we dropped her off at a psych facility and a few days later I was back with another patient. I saw her again, sober now. when she saw me she averted her eyes and retreated into her room

there was another woman in the middle of a severe psychotic episode who, within 5 minutes of meeting me, looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re a fat fucking faggot and I want you to die.” She had pissed on all her personal belongings and the back of the ambulance stank so bad of stale human urine that I had to kick the fan on and spray air freshener into my face mask. She spent most of the call insulting and trying to spit on me and my partner. My partner snapped at her but I just ate it. Later, when we were outside cleaning the gurney and waiting for the next call, a stray cat slipped out from behind a nearby dumpster and curled around my boots. he booped my knuckles and mewled when I pet him and the night was good again

I remember being in and out of psych facilities so often and feeling like a fucking imposter because I was burning out, depressed out of my mind and regularly experiencing suicidal ideation. I wondered when I would call 911 and end up there myself. I wondered if it would be my coworkers who would pick me up. the thought of it scared me enough that I never made the call, even when I should have. I started getting high instead

I remember the middle-aged woman having a panic attack. that was at my on-location job, at my city’s arena, where all the concerts and games were held. it was a slow night and too many of us responded. this woman was hyperventilating, the bass from the concert was everywhere, and a crowd of strangers was closing in on her. I got there first, so by default it became my call, which always made me nervous. I sat her down, I kneeled in front of her, she grabbed my hands reflexively and I let her grip on. I coached her breathing. I waved my coworkers back to give her space. I convinced her that everyone there just wanted to help her and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. it worked. I was soothing, and sure, and strong. it worked.

when it was over she held my shoulder and thanked me. patients don’t usually thank us. when it was over I went to the bathroom and cried. I handled it so well because I had been talking my mom down from her panic attacks for years.

I talked about that call in group therapy the week after. I thought I was going to be proud, that it would be a positive share, but I cried again.

when people ask about what it's like being an EMT, I don’t think they want to hear any of this, they only want the cool stories. they want to hear about the lights and the sirens and to thank you for your service but please, please, don’t. There’s a quote by Anaïs Nin: “I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.”

[kissorkill16]

Out Of The Ordinary: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: The gang goes to talk to Nicky.

Trinity knocked on the door or the Roth house and patiently waited for someone to open, the rest of the gang standing behind her.

"Are you sure he's even gonna know?", asked Maritza.

"He has to if he's been doing nothing but avoiding us. I need answers, and he's been acting weird ever since his disappearance.", replied Trinity.

Ivan stepped in, "Also, he kinda owes you for that time he ditched you in Mr. Peterson's house."

"Ivan, I'm not worried about that right now."

Just then, a woman with black hair, teal eyes, and a light blue outfit opened the door. Standing next to her was a man with brown hair, brown eyes, and a white and teal shirt.

Ivan jumped behind Delroy, and Delroy pushed him away. "Get away from me!"

"Sorry, I get nervous when I meet new people. And I was lost in thought when she opened the door.", said Ivan.

"Well hello.", said the woman.

Trinity gave the woman a little half wave, "Hello, ma'am. My name is Trinity, I'm one of Nicky's friends."

The woman nodded. "Nice to meet you, Trinity. My name's Luanne Roth, and this is my husband, Jay. I swear Nicky has mentioned you before, but I'm not so sure I remember."

Delroy rolled his eyes and flapped a hand at the Luanne, "Listen, we're here to talk to Nicky."

Luanne slowly shook her head.

"Sorry, kids, but that's sort of out of the question. Nicky hasn't been acting like himself lately and I don't think he even wants to talk to anyone, not even us.", said Jay.

"He's barely even eating or sleeping. We tried asking him about it, but all we get is shaking and whimpering.", said Luanne, moving to shut the door. "We'll tell him you guys were here and we'll see if you can come back tomorrow."

And with that, Luanne shut the door.

Maritza sighed, "What do we do now? Give up and go home? Because that's what I feel like doing right now."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Trinity stomped her foot, "No!", she turned on her heel and started running to the backyard. "I need to talk to Nicky!"

The gang followed close behind her, Enzo was the slowest since he had to help Maritza walk a little bit.

"Trinity, are you seriously thinking about throwing rocks at his window?", asked Enzo, "What if you break it?"

But Trinity wasn't listening. She picked up a rock, and was about to throw it, but Maritza stopped her. "How do you even know which one is Nicky's?"

Trinity paused for a moment, then lowered her arm carrying the rock.

"Look, just guess I suppose. We're already here.", said Maritza.

Trinity didn't have to be told twice.

She threw the rock at the window, earning a loud bang on the glass surface. Thankfully, it didn't break, but Nicky didn't answer. She began to think this wasn't Nicky's room window, but she picked up another rock and threw it at the window again.

A moment of silence passed by, then the gang saw a silhouette of a boy, and Trinity immediately knew it was Nicky.

The boy slowly opened the window.

"Guys?", said Nicky, "What're you doing here?"

[coolgal5]

STARMAN- A. STEENBECK

Auggie Steenbeck x GN reader

Part two. Part one can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/coolgal5/738171031067443200/starman-a-steenbeck

After Dr. Hickenlooper had given the tour you noticed Woodrow glancing over to the “Bleeps and Blips” seemingly intrigued by them. Dr. Hickenlooper had walked over and began to discuss it with him. Dr. Hickenlooper called you over and told you Woodrow’s theory about it being a date on the galactic calendar.

When it came time to eat you decided you’d sit down with Midge and Auggie again considering they were really the only people you had interacted with so far. When you walked over the the table and sat down across from Midge when Auggie had been asking about her glasses, which she responded to by taking them off revealing what seemed to be a black eye.

“Gadzooks, what did you do to deserve that?” He asked

“Nothing.” she quickly shut him down.

“Who hit you?” He pushed further

“Nobody, it’s grease paint, to feel like my character.” She explained.

“How does she get a black eye? In the story” He asked.

“Well she doesn’t in the story, it’s on the inside.” She explained

Auggie turned to you, examining your face up close.

“You didn’t mention you were an astronomer when we talked last time” He stated, now focusing all his attention onto you.

“It never came up.” You replied, glancing down at your plate of food on the table in front of you.

“I don’t think I ever caught your name, mind telling me?” He asks.

You replied with your name very bluntly. Talking to him came so easy, like it was meant to happen.

“That’s a very nice name.” He says, nodding

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

“Oh thank you.” You replied quickly.

You continue to chat with Auggie and midge until you decided to walk back to the motel until you had to go view the astronomical ellipses.

You sat by the bathroom window of your bungalow smoking a cigarette. The warm breeze of the desert combined with the setting sun was very refreshing. The window facing yours was open and a light was flicked on to reveal Auggie standing there clutching a piece of paper.

“So I suppose we’re neighbors” You flash a smile at him.

“I suppose so.” He states before holding up the paper. It was the photo he had taken of you, Midge, and Dinah at lunch earlier in the day.

“I’m glad that came out, I approve.” You say, leaning farther out the window and pressing your arms against the sill. You and him sat there, in comfortable silence for a few moments before he spoke again.

“Can I take another photo of just you? Not for publication purposes” He asked

“I thought you never asked permission?” You replied. He simply shrugged and held up his camera.

“Don’t move” he ordered.

A snapping was heard and he put the camera down, leaning up against his own window sill. He stared into your eyes and you decided to utilize a sudden burst of confidence.

“Are you married?” You asked the question that had been on your mind earlier.

“I’m a widower, don’t tell my kids by the way.” He responded. Your chest felt a pang at his reply. Nobody deserves to lose a wife and you felt even worse for his children. You recalled how you felt after you had lost your mother.

“Why? I mean I wasn’t planning on it, I’m sorry” you replied

“Yea, they know by the way, just barely.” He says, looking at the ground.

[tofindhomeistofindeachother]

You can have your cake and eat it too (2/?)

Fandom: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (TV)

Relationships: Lenny Bruce (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)/Miriam "Midge" Maisel, Lenny Bruce & Abe Weissman, Lenny Bruce & Kitty Bruce

Summary:

Lenny Bruce is a man with a Lease. A recently separated Midge, her parents and her children are his new neighbors.

AO3

Chapter 1

Notes:

Lenny: We don't do aprons and childminding. WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT Me: I don't care So, I completely forgot to add the fact that Lenny wanted to help Midge with moving BUT HE DIDN'T TELL HER LOL. Anyways, another chapter! Yey! Please remember that English is not my mother language and all mistakes are mine! Disclaimer to say that any parts of the fic that comment or speculate about Lenny's relationship with his wife and child are headcanons about the character on the show and not the real Lenny.

Coming back to his apartment, the first thing Lenny sees is his little girl seated on her own pink chair; the only one of two on their small, low dining table, a pink little thing that they bought at flea market alongside his own black wooden and mismatched chair back when they just moved in and started to buy some much needed furniture for their new home. Of course, the small pink chair doesn’t match anything on the room, but it makes Kitty happy, it makes her feel like she owns the spaces on her new home and Lenny has never cared about his image or his reputation, never mind the interior décor of a kitchen on an apartment he rented just for this little girl carefully sipping orange juice from a tall wine glass.

Kitty is already dressed for the day, even though, when Lenny left the apartment, she was still sleeping on her pijamas; on a red checkered blouse paired with a mismatched pink polka dot full skirt, her feet bare except for her frilly, little white socks.

She didn’t need his help dressing for the day, she probably moved her little stool that they store besides the bathtub for her to brush her teeth by herself and without any trouble.

At least she’s over that strange phase that she went through a few weeks ago when she would wake up early in the morning, dress herself and stare at Lenny while he slept until he would ultimately wake up startled by tiny form perched by the side of his bed like a small bird of prey ready to strike.

She analysed his reactions by herself, made a complete waste out of the Dr. Spock book he bought on the recommendation of one of his friends when he ranted about this to them and she just stopped without Lenny's intervention. 

Sometimes, Lenny feels like Kitty came ready-made into his life; she came in knowing how to dress herself, how to shower by herself, how to entertain herself when Lenny is not there, how to cross the street, how to not talk to strangers, and even how to go to the stores and nearby restaurants to buy groceries or takeout.

If it wasn’t because she doesn’t know how to cook and because she still can’t get a job, Lenny would feel as if she was the adult in the household, and as if he was the child in need for care.

“Give her two more years.” He thinks sometimes, idly as he watches his kid learn more and more by herself, “and the child labour drivers will probably seek her out themselves.”

As it stands, though, she doesn’t know how to cook, and she needs breakfast.

“Good morning, daddy.” She smiles, when she sees him walking through their front door. “You didn’t tell me you were going out.” And that’s it. There’s no accusatory tone in her voice, no trace of leftover fear at being left alone. Just a statement.

Lenny left her alone, sleeping peacefully in her room, believing naively that she would stay that way until he came back from his little chat with their neighbour so waking her up to tell her where he was going or when he was going to come back wouldn’t be necessary.

TRUST YOURSELF. You know more than you think you do.

"What a fucking scam." He grumbles to himself internally. Kitty knows more about childcare than he will ever know.

“Yeah, sorry.” He apologices quickly. “I was just down the hall.” He explains awkwardly. “I needed to talk with our new neighbours.”

“The pretty lady down the hall?” Asks Kitty, perking up on her seat. “Did you finally say hi?” She asks like a chastising mother. As if she knew that not greeting the neighbours was in bad taste, even though Lenny never really got around teaching her this.

“Yes.” He answers easily. “I even offered to help her with her little moving problem.” Adds the comedian with just a little added pride in his tone, admiring the way Kitty’s eyes shine with barely concealed excitement.

“With her dresses?!” She exclaims, getting out from her seat in a hurry to stand in front of Lenny, holding onto the ends of his suit jacket. “Can I help?” She presses, looking truly excited for the first time since they finished furnishing their own apartment.

“And the books and the hats and the kitchen ware and the furniture, yes.” He adds, just to make sure that she understands that this will be a boring, grueling job. That it won’t be a fashion show like the ones she’s seen only on the magazines she gets from Leny’s friends when they visit. It will get boring eventually; just some people moving furniture around. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Kitty’s smile is a wide, beautiful thing when she looks up at her father, and so, Lenny pats the top of her head and returns her smile indulgently. “Sure.” He relents, finally, even when he knows that he shouldn’t be bringing his daughter to a stranger’s house without asking beforehand.

-

He holds Kitty’s tiny little hand when he comes back to Midge’s apartment to knock on her pristine, newly painted door. His little girl is basically shacking with excitement, humming to herself while they wait for the owner of the apartment to greet them.

Midge, previously 402  also known as the pretty lady from down the hall too apparently, opens the door with her little girl on one arm and smile on her face.

She put on makeup while Lenny was talking to Kitty, just some mascara and a bright, disarmingly red shade of lipstick that brings attention to her mouth in a way that makes Lenny feel suddenly thirsty.

She’s wearing a pretty pink dress too, as if she knew that Kitty was coming with Lenny to visit her; with short puffy, balloon sleeves and a bow perfectly made by the side of her waist that makes her look like one of Kitty’s dolls. The waist is perfectly accentuated in a downright angle that only widens with the puffiness of the long skirt of the dress.

She’s wearing a see through, pink and frilly apron too, a small thing really and it’s not even dirty, it almost looks like another accessory.

Selfishly, Lenny wonders if she dolled herself up to look like a model right out of Kitty’s magazines just for him or if she looks like this every day.

“Lenny!” She smiles, adjusting her daughter closer to her side by wrapping her arm around her while resting her hand under her bum. “You came back early.” She comments, “and you brought company!” she exclaims, looking down at a beaming Kitty. “Hello, sweetheart.” Greets Midge, surprising Lenny by bending down with her little girl still on her arm and offering her free hand for Kitty to shake it in greeting. “Midge Maisel, or Weissman, depending on who’s asking.” She jokes.

Kitty looks unsure for just a moment, maybe as starstruck by the beautiful lady in front of her as her own father was, or maybe just confused by the concept of changing last names at such a young age even though her own mother did the same before the ink on the divorce papers got the opportunity to dry out.

It only lasts a minute, though, and before Lenny decides to try and coax his suddenly shy daughter to greet their neighbour, Kitty is already shaking Midge’s hand. “I’m Kitty Bruce!” She presents herself excitedly. “Daddy and I live just down the hall at 401, my room is pink!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Kitty Bruce, I want to paint my room pink too” Answers Midge, finally standing up from her precarious posture with her daughter right there in her arms. “Are you hungry, Kitty?" Asks the woman with an indulgent smile. "I’m still making pancakes,” she explains playfully. “I just started a few minutes ago, so I hope you don’t mind waiting a little bit. There’s hot coffee, and hot cocoa, of course.”

Lenny wants to say that it isn’t necessary, that he doesn't want to impose. (That, this; the warm breakfast in the morning and the pretty lady with apron and the kids is not his scene). But it is now, he realizes looking down at his daughter; his daughter who smiles up at him expectantly, his daughter who didn’t have the time to eat breakfast before coming down the hall to visit the neighbours.

“I would love a cup of coffee.” He concedes, entering the apartment as Midges moves from the door and points to the living room; where a small coffee table and a large sofa stand lonely except for a turntable playing a Shy Baldwin vinyl seating by the window in an open area close to the small corner that passes as her kitchen. A work in progress, surely, a perfect example of why Lenny decided to offer his help in the first place.

“Just sit there,” instructs the small woman with a gentle yet commanding tone on her voice. Like a mother, but also like a head of her house. And honestly. Isn’t that the same thing? Most men wouldn’t agree, but those are the kind of men who would be offended by getting a free drink from a pretty lady at the bar.

Not Lenny.

Lenny is happy to sit where Midge tells him to sit, to thank her for the coffee and to instruct Kitty into thanking her too.

He’s in the middle of enjoying his really fucking nice cup of scolding hot, sweet and creamed to perfection coffee when a kid zooms behind the sofa and then around the small dining table and right through the kitchen where Midge is stacking pancakes on plates.

With dread, he hears Kitty laugh in delight before she jumps out of the sofa, thankfully leaves her cup of cocoa on the table and just, chases after the boy.

“Kitty!” He scolds, hurrying to get out of his own seat to chase after his wayward daughter.

“Oh! Don’t worry, Lenny.” Smiles Midge, placing the plates on the dinning table. “Kids need their little runs just like dogs do.” She comments, not even a little worried about the prospect of Lenny being offended by her words, about her comparing her children, (and Lenny’s), to an animal. (Not that Lenny would feel offended, quite opposite actually.) But she doesn’t know that, and she doesn’t care. It makes Lenny laugh with incredulity. “They’ll get tired eventually, or they’ll be lured by the smell of melted chocolate, whatever comes first.” She quips unbothered. “So come sit.” She motions to a seat by her daughter’s highchair.

“Happy to.” He agrees, following the sight of his daughter, now being chased by the boy, warily for just a second before focusing on his neighbour.

Lenny follows her easily and guilelessly receives a cup of cocoa, just like the one she gave to his daughter. “I would offer you another cup of coffee.” She explains, “but two cups it’s just too much caffeine.”

“I’m fine with whatever.” He relents, happily cutting on a piece of pancake.

“So,” starts Midge, sipping her cup of something that smells herbal and sweet. “You wanted to talk about my moving situation? Maybe complain about all the stuff that is cluttering our hallway? I have to admit that I wanted to butter you with a warm breakfast to avoid just that.”

Lenny laughs at that, biting a portion of his pancakes and quickly passing them with a sip of his chocolate. “Don’t worry, you buttered me plenty.” He smiles. “I just wanted to offer my help, actually. Two ladies and just one man who wears to sweaters? It must be hard to move all your stuff.”

This makes her sigh, clearly relieved. “You don’t know how glad I am that you want to help me with moving.” She explains. “And I would love to be coy about it and tell you that it’s no trouble and you don’t have to, but I could really use the help.” She huffs, peeling an orange for herself. “I’m sick of going down the hallway to try and find my clothes for the day praying that my pervert neighbour doesn’t get a peak of my nightgown.” She jokes.

“You must rest assured then.” He smirks. “I have it on good authority that the poor man hasn’t seen you on more than one nightgown. As enticing as it looked.” He finishes, looking her up and down warmly.

“Poor soul.” She smirks then, returned his heated gaze.

They find themselves stuck on that staring contest, finding nothing funny to say to each other until her little boy’s voice breaks the spell, demanding pancakes for him and his new friend, Kitty, who looks up at her dad and his own new friend expectantly.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Grunts Lenny holding his daughter up and gently placing her on a chair besides his own, then he looks down at the boy. “Do you want help?” He asks gently, “So you can take a seat with your mom?”

“No,” says the boy, not without the little petulance expected for a boy his age. “I can do it alone now.” He explains, crawling up his chair with just a little struggle.

“He thinks he’s a little man now.” Jokes Midge, pinching her son’s nose with affection while gently placing a plate of pancakes in front of him. “But he still needs mommy to get breakfast. Right, baby?”

The boy ignores the comment, choosing instead to dig into his warm plate wordlessly.

“I think Kitty is the adult of the house already, sometimes.” Answers Lenny instead, smiling at his little girl’s high-pitched voice when she thanks Midge for her own plate of pancakes.

“She’s just a little lady,” smiles Midge, patting her head lightly. “And I should be thanking you, dear.” She addresses Kitty. “Your daddy told me you guys want to help us with moving.”

“Yes!” Smiles Kitty, excitedly. “I can help after school.”

“And I don’t want to impose.” Apologices Lenny. “But I work nights, and usually I sleep a little bit after I drop Kitty off to school. So, the best time for me would be on the evenings after Kitty comes back from school too.” He explains.

“Please do!” Agrees Midge. “I work nights too, and then I work the Revlon counter down at B. Altman until I bring the kids back from school.” She explains. “So, your schedule works with mine perfectly!”

Lenny wonders where she fits sleep on that schedule, where she fits her eating hours; specially after adding child minding to the agenda and suddenly the luggage and the neglected furniture make complete sense.

“It’s settled, then.” He smiles getting up and straightening his tie instinctively. “Do you mind if we start today? I’m sure that we could finish with both your parents’ and your own apartment by the end of the week.”

“I would love to.” She smiles. Taking the plates and moving them to the dishwasher.

“Let me help you with that.” He offers, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his white button up shirt.

“Oh, no” She dismisses him. “This I can do alone with no problem.” She assures him.

Lenny smiles, walking behind her. “I’m sure you can.” He accepts, placing one hand on the kitchen counter in front of her and touching her elbow gently with the other. “I want to help anyway.”

Midge turns enough to look up to him, leaning into his chest without noticing. “Thanks.” She breathes breathlessly, staring at his eyes. “I guess owe you dinner, at least.”

“I would love to, if you’re offering.” He answers, tracing the seam of her apron without breaking eye contact. "But can I have this first? I don't want to get my shirt wet." He explains.

"Sure." She smiles taking off her apron and handing it to him. "I think I can do you the favor." 

“I fear we will owe each other until one of us moves out, sweetheart.” He quips, tightening the small, frilly thing around his waist.

“That should bother me.” Frowns Midge. “Why doesn’t this bother me?” She whispers to herself, incredulously.

“It doesn’t bother me either!” He sings songs, over the sound of the running water and the music while he starts washing the dishes. “Don’t worry, sit with the kids, drink another cup of coffee, I’ll have this ready before either of us has to take the kids to school.”

-

This is how her parents find them when they eventually arrive at her house without knocking; Midge sitting on the dinning table with a cup of warm tea in front of her while she entertains her kids and another child they don’t recognize, a strange man cleaning the dishes, wearing her apron while whirling to the sound of Shy Baldwin and chatting with their daughter as if they were old friends.

[butterflydm]

wot deeper dive 2x2: strangers and friends

My deeper look at 2x2, without any spoilers from the books. I'll be posting an additional post after this that gets into book-related thoughts.

After we only got a glimpse of Rand in the last episode, we are starting with him right out of the gate. Now, Rand's dreams... Moiraine mentioned in the first season that dreams were important but most of what I have to say about Rand's dreams is probably going to need to go in the post that has spoilers for the books.

2. I can talk about how devastating these dreams must be for Rand. This is his great fear -- that being a male channeler means that he'll kill the people that he loves. That's the whole reason that he's here in Cairhien, why he asked Moiraine to pretend to the others that he's dead. So he has to relive his greatest fear over and over in his dreams now. His hands covered in his friends' blood. Also... I think he's in essentially a mimicry of the outfit that The Man at the Eye of the World was wearing. It's not quite the same outfit, but the white shirt and black coat.

3. Rand is already hearing whispers in his mind, which he'd mentioned at the end of s1 as well -- he said that he could feel the madness coming for him. Even awake, he's hearing whispers.

4. And this is our introduction to Selene. She's aware that he has nightmares, which is probably pretty obvious, to be fair, but I feel like we can be pretty sure that he hasn't mentioned the whispers in his head. He can tell that she's thinking about a morning quickie just from the look in her eyes, but says he has to go to work. There's some teasing about how he's paying for his room & board with sex (which definitely gives me flashbacks to Dana and Mat's intentions there). We don't get a firm answer here on how long they've been sleeping together just "all these nights together".

5. Rand has been in Cairhien (the Foregate, specifically) for long enough that he's formed a routine and a rapport with his neighbors here. He has a coin for the boy that he passes along the way and someone tosses him something to eat without them needing to discuss it first. He's built a little life for himself here, far away from his other friends. We see that he needs a work-pass to enter the walled city (due to being A Poor, I assume) and we also see the richly-dressed people on the streets of the walled city shy away from him and don't want to walk near him. It's such a great setting of the scene and showing what kind of place Cairhien is, with how strict the division is between the wealthy and the poor.

6. The subtitles reveal that what Rand hears in his head as he walks down the hall is "Do you hear me? You are mine, Rand al'Thor."

7. Poor Moiraine looks so deflated and depressed. She was planning to be on her way in secret! Following up on the poem that we still don't know the details of! And now Lan, Verin, Adaleas, and Tomas all know about her plans and are going to tag along. Things are not working out according to her design. I feel like Moiraine has been feeling very helpless recently (ever since she lost the four kiddos while she was injured, honestly -- I'm not sure she ever really recovered her sense of balance after that, because she kept getting surprise after surprise... and then, after she thought she and Rand had succeeded at the Eye of the World, she realized that they failed. AFTER she'd already let Rand leave on his own. She is on a hardcore losing streak and it's depressing for her!) "You're in luck. My sister and I have decided to accompany you," Verin tells her and Moiraine is going, "fuck fuck fuck" in her head. What a delightful scene.

8. Also, regarding Lan -- Moiraine left Lan in 1x8 expecting to die at the Eye of the World. That was her sincere belief when she masked her bond and left with Rand -- she was assuming that she would die there and then maybe Lan would escort Nynaeve and Egwene to the Tower and eventually become Nynaeve's Warder, probably. And if she'd been able to unmask his bond after the events at the Eye, then she might have been able to find her balance with Lan, at least, but she can't sense him any more than he can sense her. And she still believes that the Dragon must face the Dark One and anyone who is at his side is going to die. She is still in 'solo death march' mode. So that's why I don't have any issues with Moiraine's characterization. She shouldn't be doing this to Lan but it feels very in character to me that she is doing it.

9. Oooh, this whole scene with Perrin and the abandoned manor house is very creepy and effective, especially as we build up to them finding the Fade nailed to the door. Perrin worrying that Elyas has "done something" to him to make him experience that moment in the house reminds me of how accusatory Rand got towards Moiraine at the start of last season.

"Useful, to know the difference between vision and reality." Elyas is a man of few words, but they're good ones.

10. So my current guess is that Rand shaved his head because he was getting reactions from people (maybe even specifically from Errol) about how he looked like "an Aielman" and he was trying to mitigate that. It doesn't work fully -- Errol definitely still thinks of Aiel when he sees Rand -- but it helps conceal him.

I love the slow reveal of what's going on with Rand here -- how the relationship with Errol is partly because Rand does like him and want to help him, but he's also learning from him. How Rand's actions make sense in the moment but then are also revealed to have a deeper ulterior motive underneath. He beats up Yann because Yann is an asshole to Errol by deliberately triggering his PTSD... ah, but also because it's going to get him access to Logain, who is held in the more secure areas of the facility. And that moment itself is also used to show us how the whispers are affecting Rand and how he's having a hard time controlling himself. He fears losing himself too. This episode did a really good job showing us both the good of who Rand is but also the negative influences that are working on him.

11. Nynaeve got pulled out of doing chores with all the other novices so that she could get a special lesson from Liandrin. Also, we get the thread of 'crimsonthorn' started here -- it kills in large amounts but dulls the pain when used appropriately. Liandrin steals a bottle here and we'll find out why later in the episode. Nynaeve getting to see some official Aes Sedai healing was very nice though. Liandrin taking Nynaeve under her wing has definitely been fascinating to watch. Also I love this worldbuilding where we find out that the Accepted get to spend time with each of the seven Ajahs to find out where they are best suited. We also find out that Aes Sedai are capable of living "hundred of years", setting us up for the reveal later in the episode.

12. We get more from Mat now! The dynamic between Liandrin and Mat really is fascinating. He doesn't trust or like her, but she's also the only point of human contact that he's been allowed for six long months. We really get to see him acting under adversity here. The miming of the door locking was genuinely delightful. I love how we see that his spirit is not broken by his imprisonment. He's still resourceful and determined.

13. And now we have our introduction to Elayne Trakand, the Daughter-Heir of Andor, who puts her foot in her mouth with Egwene several times by accident. Elayne's little moment of realization that Egwene's room was not "full of rubbish" but was actually Egwene's stuff was really good. I am loving Ceara as Elayne. But Elayne's little realization that she fucked up and then she desperately tries to fix it by complimenting the stitching on Egwene's blanket and then screwing up again when she tells Egwene that Egwene is "her subject" and how she tries to recover from that by sorta flirting with Egwene. She's sweet and awkward and Not Good with people her own age that she wants to be friends with.

14. Alanna and Sheriam's conversation starts out on a tense note when Alanna asks after Sheriam's Warder and Sheriam expresses the feeling that Warders shouldn't be present in private meetings between Sisters, when Ihvon and Maksim are literally right there. We are seeing that there are lots of different relationships that Aes Sedai and their Warders can have! Alanna clearly has no secrets and holds nothing back from Ihvon and Maksim. Lan and Moiraine had a strong queerplatonic bond (that is currently strongly being tested). And Sheriam feels that Warders don't always need to know their Aes Sedai's private conversations. But Ihvon and Maksim feel free to chime in on the conversation between Alanna and Sheriam without holding back.

15. Alanna standing up for Nynaeve not being pushed too early to become Accepted: she's genuinely making so many good points. Interestingly, Sheriam is now echoing the argument that Liandrin made in the last episode -- that Nynaeve's strength in the One Power justifies pushing her harder than you might push other novices.

16. Alanna points out the same thing that she mentioned last season -- that she believes strongly that the Last Battle is coming, and that these powerful channelers are a sign of that. "The Daughter-Heir" gets noted as being a strong channeler alongside Egwene and Nynaeve and the false Dragons Logain and Mazrim Taim. "The Pattern's giving us weapons to fight against Him."

Oof, Sheriam's last little jab at Alanna for 'letting' her Warders attend this meeting with her. "There, you speak as one and not three."

Alanna and co are leaving the Tower to go help Moiraine, on her request. That really does show us that Moiraine considers them genuine friends too, if she's willing to trust Alanna to help her, even after she's been exiled from the Tower.

17. Nynaeve loves tracking people. And this is now the second time when she has tracked someone to their previously-unknown-to-her family (after finding Lan with the other Malkieri in 1x8). I do admit that I was wondering if she was going to discover Mat being held prisoner but I understand (narratively) why it didn't happen.

18. Elyas is not with the others when the Seanchan attack because he doesn't want to sleep indoors. And he tells Perrin that the soldiers are not Perrin's pack.

19. It's also night where Moiraine is, now within sight of the White Tower. We learn that Verin and Adeleas have been working on a history book all these years. Oh, and Verin reveals that she's figured out that Moiraine found the Dragon Reborn and that it's one of the boys that Moiraine left with "last autumn". And we get Verin's philosophy on how to approach the Dragon laid out: she disagrees with the idea that the Dragon should be 'caged' by the Tower and believes that he needs to be left free to act. She believes that the world still has not recovered from the Breaking and that the Dragon is what the world needs in order to be healed and whole, and so she supports Moiraine in "leading him to victory". Moiraine tries to get an oath from Verin and Verin tells her no dice, plus "even oaths have loopholes one can exploit." We gotta work on the honor system.

Verin mentions prophecies found in the Tower that speak of "Toman Head, battles in the sky, a sword of flame and the branded hand that wields it".

20. Ooof, the whispers of "kill him" that Rand is hearing when he attacks Yann, and how he loses control of himself and almost does kill him -- it really does help show how poorly Rand is already doing (I mean, he's been fighting against this for half a year now!). And when he goes back to his room and Selene is waiting for him, she kisses the blood on his knuckles and tells him that "when things get bad, we want to be alone. The truth is, that's when we need each other the most. We can be alone together." And he's clearly still having a hard time controlling himself, but she doesn't seemed fazed by it. Seems kinda into it.

21. Egwene being the experienced novice and then... realizing that Elayne was just trying become friends with her and actually is already pretty familiar with the Tower (I will make a mental note that Elayne has spent the last few summers here... and clearly was getting special treatment while she was visiting). And gets to be present when Elayne gets a harsh setdown from Sheriam for acting like the Daughter-Heir and not a novice. But Egwene, and the viewers, get to see Elayne's loyalty and her integrity here, when she refused to give up the name of the person who allowed her to bring her personal items into the Tower, even when Sheriam makes it clear that she'll face (physical) punishment for her transgression.

22. I love this scene with Liandrin and her... son (?). The reveal, how she reacts to discovering that Nynaeve is watching, how she reacts to Nynaeve trying to give her advice on how to help him, and then her apologies to him afterwards as she admits to him (but not Nynaeve) that Nynaeve was right. Liandrin cannot abide people witnessing her being weak (...which is something she has in common with how Nynaeve has been acting re: her channeling block, I will note) and she defaults to violence when she's upset.

23. Mat discovers that the room next door is an adjoining cell, and one that is already occupied by Min, who we met in episode 1x7 last season. This conversation between the two of them was funny and enjoyable on both sides. But it's an interesting reminder that Mat and Min didn't meet last season, so they are encountering each other as fresh new faces, who are both being held prisoner by Liandrin. It must be such a relief for Mat to talk to someone else after months of only talking to Liandrin. And they have a fun dynamic. Sharing wine.

I love love love that Mat is not interested in finding out his future from Min. "That is way less interesting than I'd expected. I'd hoped for a murder or a secret affair with an Aes Sedai." Also, I wonder if that's refreshing for Min, to be hanging out with someone who is NOT interested in hearing his future from her.

Well, until she does get a viewing off of Mat. And it's him stabbing Rand, who she did appear to genuinely like when they spoke last season ("You seem like a decent person"). And this viewing does also confirm that Min is aware that Rand is still alive (though I don't think she actually knows that his friends all believe he's dead... or that Mat is one of his friends, for that matter).

After some careful considering, I do think that the shirt Rand is wearing is the dark shirt that we've seen him wearing under all the rest of his clothes. Maybe. The dagger does look like it could be The Dagger, maybe.

(I'm just excited to see Mat and "Rand" on-screen at the same time haha)

24. The after-sex conversation between Rand and Selene, where he talks about how he doesn't want to hurt her and she tells him that she's already carrying a broken heart, so nothing can hurt her more than that, and they kinda mutually say that they're both in this for reasons that aren't about being in a relationship -- she wants to remember her past relationship and she can do that with Rand; while he doesn't want to think about his past that he's walked away from.

25. Elayne brews her own alcohol with a weave that she's invented. I love her so much. "I like to tinker with things." She also confesses here that she didn't have any friends growing up. But this whole conversation where Egwene tries to work through her feelings about her imposter syndrome and how being around Nynaeve kinda makes it worse (which is something that we got a hint of in Egwene's deepest fears from Machin Shin last season).

World info: Elayne says that Andor is "the most powerful nation in the world" (to her knowledge, anyway).

26. I do love that now that Nynaeve is going to do the Accepted test, Liandrin is angry at her and kinda doesn't want it to happen anymore but she's accidentally trapped herself into it.

27. Lan discovers and takes the poem (that we still don't know the contents of) and then he tries to have a conversation with Moiraine.

While I liked getting to hear the story of how Moiraine and Lan met earlier in the episode, but I feel like the point that is most significant is here when she talks about when she realized she wanted Lan to be her Warder.

Moiraine: "I couldn't imagine the courage it took to face the Shadow with nothing but a sword."

Also Moiraine: "We were never equals."

(psst, Lan, maybe it's not that she thinks she's better than you. Given that she admits in this scene that she was "wrong about everything". Again, she's still in solo death march mode. She doesn't want Lan to die with her; that's why she left him behind in 1x8 and that's why she's pushing him away now. But it's still painful to hear)

Lan does get to find out here that Rand is alive and Moiraine has hidden it from him because "my loyalty is to [the Dragon] and him alone".

And Moiraine threatens to have Alanna forcibly bond Lan if he doesn't agree to stay behind. "I'll have her take your bond by force, if I must."

28. Almost anything I would have to say about the final Perrin scene is heavy spoilers except: I appreciate how hard they all fight not to be captured here. This is a brutal attack. And then the final attack of the One Power at the end to incapacitate the town.

29. And we get the reveal that these invaders have someone leading them who has a Known Bad Guy as her advisor, which is... not great. And he's clearly thrilled to see that they've managed to capture Perrin.

30. At the very end, Rand's plan comes to fruition when we see that taking Yann (still alive!) out of the picture means that he's getting assigned to take over Yann's position as Logain's caretaker. "I have a feeling you and I have a lot more in common" and Rand can't hide how excited he is to get a chance to talk to Logain. This is, I assume, the original reason that he got the job here -- he found out that this was where Logain was being kept in the city and he has been working his way up to try to become seen as trustworthy and reliable so that he would be able to finally meet Logain in person.

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Sunny Day (Dreamcore/Weirdcore Wally x GN Reader Short)

Where's Wally?

TW: Isolation, Derealization, Depression, Scopophobia

Sitting in the grassy plains of the neighborhood, you can't help but simile. This place seems so familiar, yet, unfamiliar at the same time! The people here seem so strange and kind, too. There's Frank, the flower headed man with an interest in butterflies. Eddie is the envelope guy, who happens to be the clumsy mailman, too. Sally is the theater lady with a glowing light as her head. Maybe that's why her last name is Starlet? Poppy, the sweet baker bird that looks like a living plush of sorts. Barnaby, the clown dog. Then, there's the caterpillar shopkeep with an array of discordant wares. You haven't seen Julie, but she's nice, according to the neighbors... You think you remember what she looks like. Very colorful?

Yet, one person seems to be missing. There's an extra house here, too. It seems out of place. Then again, everything here isn't normal. From mushrooms with eyes, trees that talk, random black rectangles... random black rectangles... like censor bars. Like they are hiding something...

WALLY. That's it! Where's Wally?

You look over to Poppy, who you are currently having a picnic with, alongside Frank and Eddie. You open your mouth to ask where Wally is. Nothing seems to come out. The three friends all look over to you, Frank's eye widening in shock. "Why would you ask about him? We... Nevermind. Don't talk about him. He's fine." Poppy nods, adding "Don't look at him." Eddie then adds his two cents in "Don't think of him. Just stay with us, Julie, Barnaby, and Howdy. You'll be fine."

You feel uneasy, suddenly, and nod in agreement. That doesn't mean that you are going to listen. This is YOUR dream. You get to do what you want. Smiling, you take a bite out of the cake you and Poppy made together. It tastes like iron.

You rush through the picnic, quickly eating everything on your plate, before rushing over to the house in the center of the town. There's a darkness surrounding it. Literally, a darkness surrounds it, almost like a void that looks into nothing, besides the red and blue house. A pair of eyes glare through the two front windows, staring down at you. You can barely hear whispers coming from it.

"It's never been worse than this!"

"They talk around me and never at me."

"I will never let it go!"

"I can't hear you..."

You take a deep breath, before asking "May I come in?" In response, a creaking and snapping noise resounds from the house. Home. This is Home. You remember Home. "I want to check in on Wally. Can I please talk to Wally?"

The the front door doesn't open, instead slowly fading into a dark void. Swallowing thickly, you feel your chest tighten as you walk inside. The next thing you know, you've gone from a beautiful sunny day, to a dark, humid room full of various pools.

It smells heavily of chlorine, to the point where your eyes water from it. You cough a bit, before calling out. "Wally? Are you in here?" You look around for him. You remember him being... yellow, with blue hair and an oversized sweater of sorts. He should stand out in this dark pool room. Even the water looks dark, to the point where you can't see the bottom.

Why would Wally be in here? He can't swim, as far as you remember. He doesn't even like water, seeming anxious around it. You walk through the room, your shoes squeaking against the wet, tile floors.

Large pools, small pools, deep pools, shallow pools. Pools with waterfalls, pools with pillars in the middle of them, pools with stairs leading to nowhere in them... there are so many pools. The room seems to go on forever. How is this room even inside of Home? It shouldn't be possible for a room this large to fit inside the house.

"Wally? Are you here?"

"WALLY. STAY IN HERE."

You let out a small gasp, before running towards the voice. Even if it isn't Wally, they should be able to help, right? They clearly know Wally, at least! It eventually leads to a door, which you fling open.

You've seemingly went from a room full of pools to a children's play area. Those large tunnels that were suspended in the air and the ball pits you remember playing in as a kid are here, alongside colorful tables with art supplies and an array of plush toys. It's still dimly lit, but admittedly more tolerable than the pools.

"YOU STEPPED ON MY FLOWERS!!!"

A different voice? How many people are in here? It doesn't matter, because you've spotted someone... you think.

Purple hair, styled similarly to Wally's, with a brown neck scarf, similar to Wally's. They have brown and purple striped pants and brown shoes. Otherwise, they look like a silhouette with a large sweater. The sleeves seem to almost touch the floor... they're turned away from you, though, so they might have more detail when facing you.

"Hey!" you call out, saying "I'm looking for someone named... Wally Darling. Have you seen-?" You're cut off from shock as you suddenly see an abundance of eyes open on their sweater, all staring at you. They remain silent and still. Despite the feeling of your stomach dropping, you force yourself to continue.

"I'm looking for a man named Wally Darling. Umm... can you help me find them? I'm (Y/N) (L/N), by the way. Who are you?"

They turn, and to your dismay, you see that their face is similarly silhouetted in black, with eyes covering it, as well. You don't see a mouth on them, nor a nose or any distinguishable features besides their purple hair. Just... a void and eyes. They stay silent, but seem to gesture at themselves in a frantic manner.

"Are you... okay? Oh! God, I'm an idiot! You have no mouth! Then again, some of the residents can speak despite not having mouths... still... um... can you write?" The figure nods, so you quickly grab a paper and some crayons.

Handing it to them, they immediately begin writing down their words. It takes a while, but they eventually show you what they've written down.

"I Am WALLY DARLING. I hAVE BEeN HOME a While. THEY DON'T WANT ME OUTSIDE."

You look from the paper, back to the figure, then back to the paper. This person is Wally Darling? He... Doesn't look like you remember him. You can still see some of his features, though, now that you think about it. The hair style, the neck scarf, the sweater... It makes enough sense. Not that anything needs to make sense. This is a dream, after all.

"Who doesn't want you outside? Here, write it down. I'll give whoever is being mean a piece of my mind." You hand him the paper back, sitting down in a small chair as he writes. He takes a long time simply staring at the paper, but, he eventually begins writing. He sits across from you, before sliding the paper over.

"NEIGHBORS. HOME. WALLY DARLING. YOU."

You sit there, staring at the page as he did. Neighbors? All of them? Home wants him to stay inside, too? He wants to stay inside? You certainly don't, so why did he write that down? Even if he did scribble it out, you can tell he wrote it down in the first place. You look up to him, asking "Why do you want to stay inside? Why do others want that? You don't seem happy... Is something wrong?"

"You SAD. I am SAD. SAD for a long TIME. NEIGHBORS are SCARED. HOME keeps me SAFE. NEIGHBORS do not TALK to me anyways. TALK AROUND ME."

You frown, taking a deep breath. He's... right about you. You have been sad... More so depressed... Can Wally feel depressed? He's a dream... Maybe he takes after you because he is your dream, so he is depressed? "Do you want me to stay here for a bit? We can talk, draw, play games...? It isn't healthy to be alone for so long."

He slowly nods, standing up. Then, Wally points to the crawlspace tubes. You smile, following him. "Do you want to play in there? Alright. Let's go!"