#I have a deep love for c!hannah
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Skin Deep Part 10.2
Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Male OC , Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka
Word count: 8.3k
A/N: It’s here, lovelies. The chapter that’s got me quaking in my boots. (Ya girl is anxious about this one). If this isn’t your thing, I’m warning you now. This chapter is purely smut. So if you decide to skip this update, I broke this chapter up so it’s not going to really affect much of the story for you. (Also apologizing for any editing mistakes)
Little shout out to Hannah, Nessa and Rachel for helping me work through this chapter. Love ya ❤️ and to everyone I bugged along the way
As always, love and appreciate all the support and feedback y’all give me. Hope you enjoy this one!
Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, drug use -marijuana, sexually explicit content - MINORS DNI 18+ (unprotected penetrative sex, protected anal sex, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, dirty talk, spit kink, c*m play)
This chapter depicts explicit scenes of queer sex.
Masterpost, Chapter 10.1
Fifteen minutes. Fifteen excruciatingly long minutes you have to spend crammed into the backseat of this Uber wedged between them. You’re drunk enough to lose yourself the feeling of hands and mouths roaming your body, but sober enough to be aware that your driver has made several glances in the rearview mirror.
Changing traffic lights blur in your periphery, passing street signs become unrecognizable. Josh’s insatiable hunger for you has only grown since you left the bar. With his mouth attached to your neck, his fingers slip under the hem of your dress, inching farther up the inside of your thigh. If you could get your way without the risk of being thrown out of the car, you’d have them inside you already. All you can do is writhe across the middle seat, hoping that they miraculously do.
Kai seems the most level-headed one between the three of you, making polite conversation with the driver — small talk that doesn’t hold your attention. What does keep it, is the feeling of his erection straining beneath your wandering hand. With what he’s teased for free on his socials and what’s straining beneath your palm, you’ve created a mental image, but the limitations of the denim keep you guessing.
You massage your thumb across the length of his covered cock. He chuckles and leans in close enough to whisper, “I thought you didn’t want me to assume anything.”
You squeeze your hand around it, making his eyes flutter for a second before his hand rests on top of yours. The intensity of his stare into your eyes grows as he waits for you to say something. The car pulls up at the end of the twin’s driveway, interrupting your thoughts. Josh rushes to pop the handle of the door and drags you out with him, causing you to stumble out of the car trying to get to your feet, but he’s quick to catch you.
“Oh shit!” You break into giggles, clutching onto him to keep your balance.
“You okay, baby?” He laughs, pulling you in tight by an arm wrapped around your waist. You nod, playing with the golden sun swinging across his sternum. Despite his entire torso being exposed from his unbuttoned shirt, you can feel his warmth beneath your hands. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you like this.”
“Seen me like what?”
“A little tipsy,” he teases, swaying you slightly before giving your asscheek a firm squeeze. It’s all making you feral — his musky scent of sweat and cologne mixing together, the feeling of his fingers skimming along the lace edge of your panties, even down to the way he’s grinning at you. Your hands have a mind of their own, sliding up his smooth chest to hook around the back of his neck, tugging him into a kiss. “…and this horny.”
“You just want me to stand here or what?!” Kai shouts from a distance. You whip your head around to see him standing on the front stoop waiting for you now that the Uber is long gone.
You and Josh share a laugh as you start walking up the driveway. He takes your hand, but before you reach the halfway point, he stops to ask you, “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you want to back out.”
His nervousness is starting to reveal itself now that the moment is becoming more real by the second. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel it too. Throughout the summer, you’ve become familiar with him and Jake. This, however, was new. Very new.
You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing the hand that’s starting to sweat against yours. “I want to if you do.”
That glimmer returns, flashing over his irises that are illuminated by the porch light. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“I love…just…ugh.” He bites his words through a groan before yanking into another kiss. “You’re amazing. I don’t fucking deserve you.”
“We can do that inside the house, you know?” Kai interrupts. He’s still waiting, leaning against the side of the house with his arms crossed over his chest.
“You sound impatient, Kai,” Josh giggles as he searches for the key on the ring. You’re not helping in the slightest, nipping at Josh’s ear to feel the cold, gold hoop against your tongue. It distracts him, making him use up every ounce of willpower to unlock the front door, but he manages.
“Says the man who has had a raging hard-on for the last hour,” Kai quips back.
Josh’s laugh cracks through the air as he pushes the door open and enters the dark house. “Once your cock has been inside her, you’ll know why.”
You would’ve smacked his arm, playfully scolding him, but Kai’s hand hooks your wrist before you can, pulling you toward him. As if he were a shadow consuming you, he coos with a calming lilt, “Is that true, kitten? Are you so irresistible that you’ve got our Josh pussy blind?”
You’re learning quickly that he loves this game — each play to see who is chasing who, and right now, he’s been batting you around to see where his little mouse runs off to. You meet his jade-colored eyes, hoping your rapid breathing and flushed cheeks aren’t giving you away. “Only one way to find out.”
A devilish grin pulls over his teeth, and he releases his gentle grasp around your forearm to set you free. You watch Josh make his way around the living room, flipping the tableside lamps on to bring the house to life. Kai soaks in the glowing light, taking in the space around him. “So…when’s Jake supposed to be home?”
Josh huffs out a laugh, “He’s not.”
“He isn’t?” You cut in, sounding far more disappointed than you truly are. You’ve had plenty of distractions tonight, pushing him out of your mind until now. Being here, seeing all his possessions laid out in front of you without him brings those feelings you’ve been shoving away to the surface.
“Yeah, he texted me that he’ll be at Sam’s tonight. He usually stays in town at his place if we go out,” Josh explains as he turns to face you, seeing the fleeting turmoil casting over your face. He walks over to you, giving you a reassuring embrace. “Hey. He’ll be fine, okay?”
Doubt bubbles in the pit of your stomach when you remember how Jake acted and looked at you at the bar. You feel Kai’s eyes on you as he stands off to the side, gauging the situation playing out in front of him. Josh smiles, guiding your attention back to the present with him. “I promise, baby. You want this, right?”
“Yeah,” you reply softly, breathing in his presence.
You watch as Kai steps into your view behind Josh and sinks his teeth into the side of his neck. Josh sucks in a sharp breath and lets a strangled moan free as Kai’s tongue travels to his ear. Satisfied with the reaction, Kai hums into his flushed skin, “Then there’s nothing to worry about, is there?”
Josh emphasizes with a heavy sigh, “We have the whole house to ourselves.”
Kai continues to walk around him until he’s standing directly behind you. He then places both hands on your shoulders, sending the breath of his words across the shell of your ear, “You hear that? The whole house.” A shiver rolls down your spine at the thought while his fingers massage you. He’s so close to your cheek that you feel his lips move as he speaks to Josh, “Got anything to drink?”
“Yeah. I think there’s a bottle of tequila in the cabinet.”
“That’s perfect. I think she and I will go ahead and make ourselves comfortable.” He slips away from you and sits on the couch, leaving you with Josh.
Josh’s hands which have yet to leave your waist, squeeze around your hips when he asks for himself, “Would you like a drink, baby?”
You know mixing liquors is probably a poor decision, but it’s become the least of your concerns tonight. “Tequila soda?”
He flashes a warm smile before kissing you. “Coming right up.” He separates from you and makes his way into the kitchen. Within seconds, that fluttery nervous feeling returns knowing that Kai is waiting for you.
“C’mere,” Kai beckons while tapping his hand on the top of his thigh. You’re drawn to him without further thought, sliding yourself onto his lap with his guiding hand. He balances most of your weight on his right leg, wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you close. “That’s it, sugar.”
His ringed fingers skim over your dress and down your legs draped over him. “Are you gonna tell me your favorite places you like to be touched?” His lips ghost along your jawline, making you squirm against him. The tip of his nose dips into your cleavage to breathe in your scent. “Or are you gonna make me work for it?”
“It wouldn’t be as fun if I told you,” you tease, combing your fingers through the soft, raven-black curls at the nape of his neck.
He groans at the feeling and traces circles on the top of your knee that’s exposed below the hem of your dress. “Here?”
You giggle from how the sensation tickles, “You’re getting warmer.” You watch as he slowly pulls the fabric up inch by inch, revealing your freshly shaven legs. His fingertips skate along your inner thigh, making a moan push past your lips.
“How ‘bout now?” He asks through the wet kisses being showered all over your neck. You should be embarrassed by the effect he has on you, but that’s a fact you’ll have to accept later. Here you are, falling apart on another man’s lap, drenching your lace panties when he’s barely touched you.
“Kai…” you whine, most likely meant as a warning or perhaps a plea — that, you can’t be sure. He responds to you calling his name by digging his fingers into the thick flesh of your thigh hard enough that it might leave tiny bruises, making you gasp loudly. You feel his hardening cock beneath your ass as he grinds you across his lap.
You look up to see Josh watching you from the kitchen. He seems entertained, smiling at you before dropping his focus to the drinks he’s still preparing. Kai’s hand slides farther up, now inches away from where you want it.
“Now?”
Your voice catches in your throat, coming out as a broken whimper, “Warmer.”
A throaty laugh rumbles in the depths of his throat as he drags his middle finger over your covered pussy. You can’t hold back from bucking your hips when he rubs over your throbbing clit. “And now?”
“Hot. Hot,” you groan, gripping his hair by the root in your clenched fist.
His finger slips under the fabric, sliding effortlessly through your slick. “Fucking Christ you’re so wet,” he huffs, quickly retrieving his hand to pat the top of your thigh. “Stand up for me.”
Confused, and a bit disoriented, you struggle to lift yourself from his lap to stand to your feet. He stops you before you can, redirecting you, “No, no. Up here, kitten.”
You hesitate for a second once you realize what he’s asking of you. “I don’t know…”
“I got you. Come on,” he reassures, taking your hand in his. The alcohol in your system throws off your coordination and balance, but he helps you onto the couch with minimal effort. With your feet planted on either side of his legs, his hands dive under your dress and hook the band of your panties at your hips. He tugs them off in a swift motion and tosses them out of sight.
He pushes up the front of your dress, bunching the material at your navel to expose your bare pussy that’s right at his eye level, mere inches away from his mouth. You suddenly feel self-conscious, worrying about placing too much of your weight on him, and brace yourself against the wall so you can hover.
“Fuck, I love women,” the proclamation leaves his glossy lips as he kneads his thumbs into your thighs, admiring the sight before him. He lifts one of your legs and places it over his shoulder before burying himself in you.
“Oh, god!” you cry out, instantly overwhelmed by his pointed tongue rolling over your clit.
“He was right…” he confesses through panting breaths that cling to you. With a hand secured to your hip and one cupped under your ass, he drives you down onto his face. “…You taste fucking incredible.”
Everything about him is new — the curious passes of his tongue as he learns your body. He’s proving himself to be a quick learner, picking up on what makes you tick. Before you know it, you begin to ride him, chasing the tongue that never stills, even for a second. It feels as though he’s everywhere, yet nowhere all at once.
A guttural, nearly primal sound breaks free from your chest, “Oh my god!”
Instead of focusing solely on making you finish as Josh would, he thrashes his head aggressively from side to side, lapping and sucking mercilessly on your clit with unexpected enthusiasm. He fills the room with the lewd, wet, pornographic sounds. They’re obscene, borderline louder than your own moans. His movements are sloppy, meant more for the show of it than for your pleasure.
He’s being a fucking tease, making you feel as though you’re close while being farther away than when you started. You let your frustration out with a harsh yank of his hair, causing him to growl into you.
He pulls you by the waist, throwing you down on the cushion beside him. Stunned, you stare at him wide-eyed and slack-jawed, “What the fuck?!”
He smiles at you, but the swipe of his thumb across his bottom lip does nothing to clean off his mouth. Your wetness coats the entire bottom half of his face, causing it to shine in the golden light. “Oh, we’re just getting started.”
With eyes glazed over, you look over to Josh, seeing him leaning against the kitchen island. It’s casual— the way he’s standing with his legs crossed comfortably over each other. You’d ask him why he’s not by your side yet, but the feeling of Kai’s fingers trailing up and down the inside of your shaking leg distracts you from him.
You hear his giggle, “Having fun, baby?” Before you can process the words, he’s standing in front of you offering you a drink. You struggle to sit up until you can take it from him. You blink through the haziness clouding your vision, watching as Josh downs one of the shots of tequila in his hands. He winces through the burn, and with the other shot glass in his hand, he crawls onto Kai’s lap, straddling him.
“Oh, hello,” Kai purs, placing his large hands on Josh’s hips to rock him closer. He reaches for the second shot thinking it’s for him, but is surprised when Josh brings it to his own lips instead.
Josh smirks as he tips the glass back, but doesn’t swallow it this time. He takes Kai by the chin with his free hand and tugs him forward, silently asking him to open his lips. He instantly catches on and accepts, allowing Josh to spit the stream of tequila into his mouth. Kai swallows it without a single change of expression, looking up at Josh through his lust-heavy lids as he plucks the empty shot glasses from his fingers to set them on the table beside them.
Josh cradles his face in his hand and licks a languid stripe up Kai’s chin, cleaning the spilled liquor threatening to dribble down his throat. His tongue reaches Kai’s mouth, tasting you off his swollen lips. You witness the switch flipping inside Josh as the same hunger he felt for you in the backseat reemerges. He deepens the kiss and rushes to shrug off his shirt, becoming more aggressive with every pass of his tongue.
It’s when he starts frantically popping the buttons of Kai’s shirt, that he stops him with a hand around his throat. Kai nips at his bottom lip, correcting him through a dominant growl, “Slow down, pretty boy. We have nothing but time.”
Kai’s grip loosens around his neck once he hears Josh’s whimper, and lets his open hand slide down his tattooed body. They’re both breathing heavily, taking in the sight of each other this close. Kai admires the inked sparrows on either side of Josh’s chest with a gentle touch, following the linework of red poppies down his torso. Keeping eye contact, his hand finds Josh’s cock straining against his thigh beneath the tight leather of his pants.
Kai rubs his thumb across the head, giving an admission through a sultry voice, “I’ve thought this more times than I can count.”
Josh’s eyes flutter closed, and he starts to grind himself against Kai’s lap in response, whining, “Oh fuck. Just touch me. Please.”
Kai gives in to him, moving them both into a new position. Josh is now seated beside you with his back against the cushion, Kai stands to his feet in front of him. You take the chance, slipping in behind Josh to hold him between your legs.
He settles in, leaning back against your chest so you both can watch Kai take his time, popping each tiny button at a sinfully slow pace between his nimble fingers. Like ink strokes against pristine paper, his porcelain skin is decorated with a vast collection of black and gray pieces. He rids himself of the long-sleeve shirt, showing off the new pair of scorpions between his hips that are now at the tail end of the healing process.
He unhooks his leather belt with a single hand and kicks his dark jeans off to the side, leaving the black pair of boxer briefs. Even with the dark color of the satin fabric, you can see the distinct, and equally impressive, outline of his hardening cock.
He drops to his knees between Josh’s open legs, feeling across the slippery leather covering his thighs. You hold Josh tight, nestling against his ear, hearing the shallow breaths that flutter rapidly from his open lips.
Kai teases him with a featherlight touch of his fingertips across the bare skin of Josh’s stomach just to see the muscles quiver. He sucks at the vulnerable flesh between the tattooed roses between his teeth, causing Josh to groan with every mouth-sized fuschia mark mottled across its surface.
Just as Kai’s tongue is about to dip into Josh’s navel, he cries out through the dryness plaguing his mouth, “Don’t! It’s still healing.”
Kai clicks his tongue in disappointment, humming, “That’s a shame. I’ve been waiting to do that all night.” He continues his path, mumbling through the open-mouth kisses down the trail of hair, “What other surprises are you hiding?”
You consider mentioning the hidden tattoo below Josh’s waist, but Kai spots it before you can. He traces the tip of the leaves poking out with his finger, sighing with intrigue, “Oh? And what are you?”
His eyes flick up, catching Josh’s that are full of desperation before they move over to yours. Your brow wiggle sparks his curiosity even more, causing him to pop open the button of Josh’s pants.
He peels back the leather, discovering the cherry tattoo barely an inch from the base of Josh’s cock that’s still tucked away. You watch the gears turning in his head as he looks over its details before a knowing grin forms across his face.
“Is this…?”
“For you?” Josh answers with a shaky voice. He’s looking down at Kai’s fingers drawing over the outline. “Yeah. I got it done after that night you brought me to The Twisted Cherry for the first time.”
“Josh…” Kai trails off, collecting his thoughts. “We didn’t even do anything that night. Flirted for a few hours and had a few drinks, but…”
“What can I say…” Josh chuckles. “You have an effect on me.”
You had thought about how he had gotten the tattoo, but never about why. “That’s the real story behind that?”
“Yeah. It was about a year ago,” he explains. “I was probably still drunk when I walked into Marley’s shop that next morning.” He reminisces while you watch Kai fight the blush rising to his cheeks. “One of my more horny and impulsive decisions, but I’ll never regret it. The ladies love it.”
Kai’s gaze stays locked onto you. “I bet they do.” He lowers himself to place a kiss directly on the cherries. “To inspire a tattoo…and to think my ego couldn’t get any bigger.”
He bites the delicate skin — just as you had done weeks ago. Josh whimpers loudly, tightening his grasp around your forearm that’s draped across his chest. Kai pulls down Josh’s pants farther down his legs, causing his cock to spring free against his stomach. He takes them off the rest of the way, leaving Josh completely naked.
Kai takes Josh in his hand, wrapping his tattooed fingers around his length, and strokes him gently with a loose fist. “I’ve always known you’d have a pretty cock.”
Josh only responds with a delirious nod. He’s dying with anticipation, fighting the temptation to fuck himself into Kai’s hand. He’s restless and squirming against you to chase any bit of friction he can.
“Relax, baby. Are you gonna be good for him?” You coo softly against Josh’s ear, brushing your parted lips across the velvet plushness of his buzzed hair.
“Mmhmm,” he whines, furrowing his brow and dropping his mouth to form a perfect circle.
Watching Kai lick a stripe up along the underside of Josh’s cock ignites something inside you that you couldn’t have anticipated. You quickly realize he can pleasure him in a way that’s different from you. He knows what feels the best, what can get Josh there faster than you ever will. Jealousy could very well rob you of this moment, but instead, you take note and appreciate how Josh falls apart in your arms.
Kai seals his lips around Josh’s cock, forcing a strangled moan to break free, “Oh, fuck!”
You hook your chin over Josh’s shoulder and appreciate the sight before you. Josh has lost his ability to focus and throws his head back, extending his neck for you. You nuzzle into him, kissing along his clenched jaw up to his pierced ear. “Be a good boy for us and watch him, hmm?”
Curses slip past his lips through the pitchy moans, but he’s losing himself in the pleasure of it all. Whenever you’re going down on him, you’re too distracted by the drive to make him feel good to watch the expressions on his face or remember all the little sounds he makes.
You continue peppering affectionate kisses along the sharp edge of his jaw, sighing into the taut skin, “Does his mouth feel as good as you imagined it would?”
You know he can’t answer you. There’s no chance he can form a single coherent thought right now with how Kai’s spoiling his cock. Not a shred of the enthusiasm he had with you is being sacrificed for him. It’s messy, with the evidence left being Josh’s entire lap shining with his spit, but it’s deliberate. You give in to the urge and reach out to brush back Kai’s fallen curls draping across his forehead, guiding the rhythmic bobbing of his head.
“Look at him, Josh,” you say with an innocent lull as you pet his hair which is becoming damp with sweat with your free hand, encouraging him to open his eyes again. “You’ve fantasized about him sucking your cock, right?”
Sharing his point of view is almost too much for you to bear yourself. You can’t imagine how he must feel.
“Yeah…” Josh confesses as he finally blinks his eyes open again. Kai, sensing that he’s watching him, suddenly changes what he’s doing, pushing his cock deeper toward the back of his throat. Josh shakes his head frantically and clenches his fingers around your arms to ground himself to you. “Fuck! Wait! wait…You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”
Kai hears his plea and pulls his cock from his mouth and smiles, tapping the head against his rosy, wet lips as he pumps a tight fist now that it’s lubed with his spit. “I think that might be the point.”
“I know…I just don’t last long if I’ve been drinking. I-I just want it to last,” he manages to say in a breathy laugh, but he’s starting to shake uncontrollably with every downward stroke of Kai’s slick hand. “I… I…I’m so fucking close.”
“Let him make you cum, Josh. I wanna see it,” you beg with your sultriest voice, adding an emphasizing nip to his earlobe. The surface of his skin is so feverish to the touch that it’s sticking against every bare spot on your body.
Knowing it won’t take much more of his effort, Kai focuses his remaining attention on the special spot beneath the head of Josh’s cock — using the same rapid flicking motion of his tongue that he used on your poor clit minutes ago. You’re still so deprived, left to deal with the lingering denial while Josh reaches his own climax in your arms. He unravels within seconds, and he tries to warn Kai, but the words never form past a grunt. His orgasm takes over without mercy, and all you can do is hold him against you as his cum glazes Kai’s flattened tongue.
Josh relaxes with his release, melting into your chest as the energy drains from his body. Kai licks him clean, swiping some that’s dribbled down the length of his cock with his finger before offering it to you. He gives you a taste by running it across your tongue, and you seal your lips around him. You lightly suck on his finger, making him stand to kiss you.
The kiss is far from subtle from his mouth being puffy and wet, the heat of his tongue slipping over yours. He tastes of Josh and tequila, coaxing you to your feet with a strong pull of his hands around yours. As he explores you, his fingers slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, tugging the garment down to a pile at your feet. His hand is busy roaming down the length of your spine and cups over your ass, sending you forward with a powerful squeeze.
“Fuck…” he groans in response to your pitchy yelp, nipping his way down your throat. “I can see why he’s so obsessed with you.”
“And why’s that?” You hum, feeling your way down his toned stomach to play with the band of his boxers. He sighs as you kiss down his chest and lower yourself to your knees before him.
“Well, for one, you’re way kinkier than I thought you’d be.” He brushes your hair back, holding it at the crown of your head while you take off the only clothing still left on him.
Your giggle is cut short with a gasp at the sight of his cock displayed in front of you. He’s larger than you expected, slightly longer, but considerably thicker than Josh. It intimidates you at first, leaving you frozen in place while you stare.
“Holy shit.” You hear Josh’s breath of awe behind you. “You look so much bigger in person.”
Kai laughs, holding it at the base before giving himself a few strokes to show off. “Been looking at my account, huh?”
“You expect me not to?” Josh answers with his usual vibrancy returning to his voice.
Kai’s attention drops back to you kneeling at his feet. “What do you think, kitten?” His fingertips graze against your scalp while he taps the head of his cock against your bottom lip. “Is it too much for you to handle?”
“Show him how amazing you are, baby,” Josh encourages you, and the couch creaks with the shift of his weight as he sits up behind you.
You replace Kai’s hand with your own, feeling the weight of him as his steady heartbeat pulses against your palm. You’ve become so familiar with Josh, memorizing every detail of his body in the past weeks together, that Kai feels like an entirely new experience, and the pressure to perform suddenly overwhelms you.
Kai senses your hesitancy and tips your chin to look up at him. “Don’t get shy on me. Just relax and take your time, okay? It’s just a cock, baby.” Kai’s use of Josh's pet name instead of his own gives you a strange sense of comfort. It’s soft coming from him, meant to remind you of the fact that this is still the three of you.
Feeling a wave of confidence, you start by kissing the tip. They’re teasing and soft, warming you up to the delicate licks until you feel bold enough to swirl your tongue around him. You feel the rake of his dull nails across your scalp as he praises, “That’s it, kitten.”
You slide him deeper across your tongue, stretching your mouth around him. There’s no way you can fit all of him, so you have to compensate for what you can’t reach with your hand.
Josh’s hands caress your shoulders and neck, holding your hair back in a makeshift ponytail. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
You’ve gotten a pretty good idea of what Kai’s into, and decide to put on a show of your own. You make a point to gag dramatically, letting your drool flow freely down his length.
He shudders as you twist your wrist furiously around him, “Fuck… that feels amazing. Nothing like seeing a pretty girl choking on my cock.”
Kai thrusts himself deep until you can no longer handle it. You’re forced to pull back and gasp for breath while the tears stream down your cheeks.
“You’re doing so good, baby.” Josh kisses your temple, giggling, “He does like it a bit rougher than me, doesn’t he?”
You laugh through your panting, looking up to see Kai breathing just as heavily as you. He runs his fingers through his messy hair, glancing down at you with a grin.
“I need to feel your pussy. Right now.” Kai steps away to sit on the couch beside Josh, taking you with him by the hand. “Come here.”
With the coordination of a newborn fawn, you crawl onto his lap. He pulls you into a kiss, lifting your ass enough to glide the head of his cock through your wetness. He meets your entrance after a few passes and tries to nudge himself inside. You suck in a breath of fear from the sheer size of him, and lock your body involuntarily, anticipating the sting. He shushes you against your lips, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re fucking soaked, kitten. Just go slow.”
You brace yourself on his shoulders and start to lower your hips. Josh joins in by placing his hand between your legs, circling your swollen clit with the faintest touch of his middle finger.
Josh hums into that little spot below your ear, “Talk to us.” Kai nods in agreement, sitting perfectly still with his hands secured around your waist, giving you full control. A response for them is lost as you ease him into you, using the sensations on your clit as your guide to stretch yourself inch by inch.
You eventually settle onto his lap with him buried completely inside you, more thankful than ever that he prepared you for it. The full feeling he gives you is almost too much, threatening to push past your limits.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Kai groans, pushing himself against your cervix with a roll of his hips. He throws his head back, showing the massive beetle tattoo covering his throat. After stopping to adjust, you finally start to move, riding him with a cautious sway.
“I told you,” Josh murmurs, leaning in to kiss him. Kai captures his lips with far less control than earlier in the night. A flash of your greediness takes over, and for a moment, you want the kiss for yourself.
You let out a whine of protest, causing Josh to break away. He bites in his bottom lip, and sighs, “Did you think I forgot about you, baby?” He kisses you with the passion you so desperately crave. “Ride him for me. Show him how good your pussy feels.”
As you bounce on him, you realize how different Kai feels, hitting spots and stretching you out in ways that Josh doesn’t. But you can also admit that Josh makes you feel things that he doesn’t. Kai’s body feels harder, colder to the touch. His polished jade eyes take in your beauty, but they don’t cherish you the same way Josh’s honeyed ones do. He touches your body in the right places, but you know it’s how he would touch any other woman.
This is pure lust. Attraction with one goal in mind.
You do notice how gentle he’s being with you, knowing that he would rail you into this couch the second you say the word. He’s patient with a playful smirk on his face, accepting that this is about you and Josh more than it is for him.
Josh simply can’t keep his hands or his mouth to himself. He takes turns kissing you both, caressing you anywhere he can comfortably reach.
“I could fuck you for hours,” Kai admits, but once he realizes how you’re starting to tire, he shifts his intentions. “Here. Let’s turn you around.” He maneuvers you with a confident amount of strength, changing the position so you’re now facing away from him. You balance yourself the best you can, leaning back as he slips himself back inside you. He takes on most of the work, pumping his cock in and out of your pussy at a quicker pace.
Josh, wide-eyed, feels across your naked chest, holding your bouncing tits in the warmth of his palm. “You’re so beautiful…taking him so well.” He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, wetting it before blowing a cool stream across it to watch it harden. He kisses his way down your stomach, settling on his knees between Kai’s legs — mirroring the position from minutes before.
There’s no coyness to his actions. He dives right in, licking a broad stripe over your needy clit. He sucks it gently into his mouth, pleasuring you in the way you desperately need it. His tongue draws your favorite patterns with the perfect pressure as Kai’s cock glides effortlessly inside your cunt.
It’s the depraved combination that catapults you right into your building orgasm. You resist your body’s response to close your eyes, wanting to watch him. You’ve missed him — the way his lust-riddled eyes float up your naked body until they meet yours. You feel the teeth of his smile against you just as his mouth leaves your clit. He then retrieves Kai’s cock from you, leaving you with a sudden empty feeling. You might’ve complained because of how close you are, but seeing him take Kai into his mouth renders you speechless.
You hear Kai’s muffled whimper beneath you as Josh licks your arousal off of him. He takes full advantage of the chance to play, going back and forth from rolling his tongue over your clit and sucking Kai’s cock.
Hearing Kai’s sounds mix with your own is too much for your drunken brain to process. Josh isn’t oblivious to your eagerness and impatience and guides Kai back inside you. “You have the prettiest pussy. I swear I could look at this all day.”
“Make her cum,” Kai commands through a faltering thrust, giving away that he’s a bit closer than he’d admit. He bends your back into the right curve, making sure to hit your g-spot while Josh smothers your clit.
Kai snakes his hand up around your throat, tilting your head back to rasp against the shell of your ear, “Does he look pretty between your legs?” When you don’t answer right away, he squeezes his fingers into your pulse points, but only with enough pressure to get your attention. You nod and whine, making him continue, “You love how he’s worshiping that pussy of yours while you take my cock?”
His sinfully enticing voice, paired with the silken feeling of Josh’s tongue and the slick glide of his cock sends you over the edge with no chance of returning. You fall apart within a matter of seconds, dependent on Kai’s ability to support you above him. Josh keeps your legs from snapping closed as you spasm and flutter around Kai’s cock. He laps you up as if you were a sweet syrup, riding you through the crashing waves of your climax.
“I’m gonna cum,” Kai warns as he rushes to pull himself out of you. Josh takes over the final strokes with an expert hand, causing his cum to cover and drip down your pussy. He plays in the mess, rubbing across your sticky clit with the pad of his thumb before licking you clean until overstimulation ravages the both of you.
Kai huffs an exhausted laugh through the shakes, letting you collapse against his chest. He rubs his hands over your body to smooth out the goosebumps rising to the surface and gives your pussy a teasing spank. “I think we should move this party to the bedroom.”
You roll your head against his shoulder listlessly. “Do you know the way?”
He chuckles, lifting you to your feet. “No, but I’m sure you could lead the way, kitten.”
You pad across the hardwood floor, feeling the soreness between your legs with every stride, and before you make it to the threshold, you peer over your shoulder. They’re both sitting, leaning back against the couch, watching you. You quirk a brow, teasing, “Well, are you two coming? Or am I gonna have to fuck myself in that big ole bed?”
Darkness swims in Josh’s pupils as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. He studies you, biting back a mischievous grin before his eyes narrow. He suddenly lunges, taking off from the couch to chase after you. You scream, barreling your way down the hall to his bedroom.
Laughter and the thunderous sounds of his footsteps echo throughout the hallway. You make a quick turn, run into his room, and leap onto the giant mattress.
He grabs your flailing ankle, yanking you to the edge of the bed through your fit of giggles. He throws himself on top of you, boxing you in to tickle your sides and bite at the sensitive skin of your neck. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside you, baby,” he pants, grabbing your ass to throw you to the center of the bed while driving his hard cock against you. He hovers to kiss you, causing his necklace to dance on your bare chest. “Watching him fuck you first would have been torture if it wasn’t so hot.”
You reach for his cock, giving it a firm squeeze to feel it throb in your hand. “Now you know how it felt when he sucked you off before I could.”
You feel the vibration of his hums as he kisses you. Licking into your mouth, he rocks with the stroke of your hand around him, hooking your legs around his waist, and buries his face into your neck to mumble into the tacky skin, “Touche.”
With him in your grasp, you line him up with your entrance, persuading him with the slight rise of your hips. He doesn’t need more convincing, plunging into you with a single, fluid thrust.
He gasps, breathing the words into your tangled hair, “Fuck, I missed this so much.”
You hear Kai’s voice in the distance, “Starting without me?” He’s standing by the door, watching the two of you go at it. You can’t even be sure how long he’s been there. “You two do look great together. I should’ve brought my camera.”
You almost let your thoughts wander with the idea. “Maybe next time.”
Kai laughs, but Josh is distracted by you to join. He’s fucking you deep and slow, making up for lost time apart tonight. Even though the speed never changes, the power behind the thrust increases with each one. You can only clutch onto him, giving him your song of moans as a reward.
Normally the talkative one, Josh falls rather silent, soaking in all the seconds with you wrapped around him. You’re so consumed by him that you barely even notice that Kai’s moved to the bed and has started touching himself. It’s only when Josh changes positions to sit up that you see the sluggish strokes of Kai’s wrist.
Impatient, Kai also sits up to kneel behind Josh, kissing a line from his shoulder to his ear. He whines from the feeling of Kai’s lips exploring him, letting his thrusts into you fall out of rhythm, “Fuck me. Please.”
Kai pulls away from Josh’s ear and stares blankly at him, breaking his nonchalance with a look of concern on his face. “Josh… are you sure? We don’t have to—”
Josh looks down and slips out of you, gauging your immediate reaction. You give him an accepting smile and glance at Kai to see worry pulling his dark brows together. “I want you to. I want this.”
Kai hesitates, thinking over Josh’s request in his head. “Have you…practiced?”
Josh lets out a bashful laugh as a blush pinkens his cheeks. “Of course.”
His answer comes as a little bit of a surprise to you despite knowing his kinkiness. Toys, especially those kinds haven’t been talked about between the two of you before. “You have? Why didn’t you tell me?”
He laughs it off, but you can hear his shyness, perhaps even nervousness in the throaty sound. “I guess I was waiting for the right time to bring up the fact I like anal.”
Kai quickly cuts in, resorting back to his sarcastic edge, “This is so fun. We are learning so much about each other, aren’t we?” He reaches forward, sinking a knee into the mattress to root around the drawer of Josh’s nightstand. Finding what he’s looking for, he fishes out a small bottle of lube and a condom before settling back into his spot behind Josh.
As Josh lowers himself back to you, a moment of realization strikes Kai. “Wait a minute… is this the first time?”
“Yeah,” Josh responds in a meek voice. You both hold your breath, anticipating the possibility that Kai might change his mind now.
He does the opposite, popping open the plastic cap of the bottle with his thumb, “We’ll just go nice and slow, right, kitten? I know how much you both like that.”
You watch Josh’s face contort as Kai drips lube over his body and giggles, “I swear, you have the cutest little ass.”
“Thanks,” Josh shudders, perhaps from the cold sensation or nerves, but he tries to take a steadying breath to calm himself.
Kai tosses the closed bottle onto the bed beside you, reassuring him in his most soothing tone, “Just using my fingers for now, alright?”
Josh whimpers from the contact, sewing his brows tight. You can’t see what Kai’s doing, only hearing the sounds it makes and Josh’s responses.
Something changes, making Josh groan loudly and tense up against you instantly. Kai’s voice is tight, but precise as he talks him through, “Relax, babe. I really don’t want to hurt you. So make sure to tell me if it does, okay?” Josh nods, resting his forehead against your shoulder. Kai then looks at you directly. “Play with his cock. Make him feel good.”
You blindly search for the bottle hidden in the duvet, squirting a generous amount in your open hand before wrapping it around Josh’s waiting cock. It’s surprisingly hard, twitching from your feminine touch. Glazed in an absurd amount of slippery lube, you jerk him while Kai’s fingers go to work.
The noises that come from Josh are ones you’ve never heard. He’s in a state of shameless bliss, his consciousness lost somewhere within his own body.
He finally croaks out in need, “I’m ready.”
Kai pauses, huffing with shortness of breath, “You don’t have to rush, Josh. I’m not small.”
“Kai, please,” Josh begs. It’s pathetic and sweet. It’s a side to him that’s never been explored by you until now.
You hear Kai peel the foil wrapper and the following latex sound of the condom being rolled down his length. He holds his waist steady, and after a few seconds, Josh bucks forward from the pressure. “Oh, shit! Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Hold on. Wait.”
Kai hears the panic in his voice and instantly stops all movements, but doesn’t pull away just yet. You pet Josh’s curls back, rubbing your thumb over the shell of his ear to bring him back to you. “Shhh, baby. Remember what he said. Relax for us.” His eyes open for the first time in minutes, showing blown pupils that are having trouble focusing. “You’re doing so good.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Kai asks in a calm, low voice. “I’m barely in.”
“No!” Josh shakes his head frantically, taking in a deep inhale. “Keep going.”
Even you feel the pressure of Kai slowly sliding himself inside Josh. It’s taking far longer than it did with you, as he makes sure to give him plenty of time to adjust to each added inch. Kai grunts, letting his own pleasure reveal itself. “I’m all the way.”
In a voice that barely sounds like his own, Josh pleads, “Please move.”
As Kai starts to slide in and out, you take the cue to stroke Josh at the same pace. He clenches the bedsheet in his fists so tight his knuckles turn ghost-white.
“That feels so fucking good.” A string of moans flows as freely as the beads of precum dripping from the head of his cock. Kai’s thrust becomes easier, finding a lazy pace as Josh relaxes and arches his back. Knowing he doesn’t have much time, you swirl your fingers around your overstimulated clit. You don’t care. You’ll do everything in your power to finish with him this time.
You play with yourself, sighing against his flushed cheek, “He making you feel full, baby? I’m so proud of you. You're taking his cock better than me.”
He’s delirious, and completely cock drunk. You don’t need him to tell you, because you feel him harden even more with his impending orgasm. “I’m so close… I can’t… please. Please, pretty please.”
You pump him even faster as you hold his head into the crook of your neck, taking every pitched cry into your memory. He lets go without a second warning, spilling his warm cum across your stomach. In a split second, Kai withdraws himself and quickly rips the condom off. He works himself, chasing the second high alongside you. You bring yourself there, and within a minute, you’re tipping over into another orgasm. Somehow you hear Kai’s sharp breath amongst your own as he paints the curve of Josh’s ass with his own release.
A minute passes with only ragged breaths shared between you. Without saying a word, Kai slides off the bed and disappears out of the bedroom. You then hear him walk down the hall and enter the bathroom, followed by the sounds of him opening up cabinets through the wall.
Josh lifts his head from you, asking, “You okay?”
“Me? Yeah, why?”
His eyes drop to his fingers mindlessly tracing the details of your bare chest. “I don’t know. A lot has happened and we really haven’t had the chance to talk…about it.”
There’s no doubt that there is a heap of things for you to discuss, but you’re not ready to deal with the weight of it all just yet. Wanting to push it off, you brush your fingers across the height of his cheekbone. “I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow.”
You feel his tension dissipate as he smiles softly and brings his eyes back to yours. “You’re right. You had fun though?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Atta girl.”
Kai returns with his black boxer briefs on, a glass of water, and a few damp washcloths in his hand. “Hope you’re not talking about me.”
“Only the bad stuff,” Josh quips back over his shoulder, laying statue still as Kai wipes the cloth over his backside.
Kai offers the second washcloth to him after tossing the first into the hamper and sends you a wink. “That's all there is, I’m afraid.”
While Josh carefully separates himself from you and cleans the mess from your stomach and legs, Kai peruses the random contents littering the top of his dresser. He spots a jar of pre-rolled joints that catches his attention and raises it in the air, asking, “Care if I light one of these?”
Josh beams with a rush of excitement, “Fuck no! Lighter should be in the bowl next to you.”
You prop yourself up against the pillows and get comfortable in the sea of blankets, watching Kai bring the flame to the end of the joint. Josh finds his way back on top of you, resting his head against your chest. Kai blows out the heavy drag, and settles back on the bed, leaning up against the headboard with the joint hanging from his lip.
You spend what feels like ten minutes, passing the burning joint back and forth. Embracing the sleepy high taking over, you twirl the growing curls at the nape of Josh’s neck, dragging your nails gently down his back. Kai finally ashes the finished joint, extinguishing the cherry in the glass dish sitting on the nightstand before breaking the silence, “How are you feeling, Josh?”
He thinks on it for a moment until pushing out an exaggerated sigh, “A little drunk, really high, and like I got fucked in the ass. So pretty good for a Friday night I think.”
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I guess this time there’s just no hiding, (fighting you make me restless.)
parings: hockeyplayer!wilbur soot x figureskater!fem!reader (+ c!philza & c!kristen they own the ice rink!) (mentions of platonic!c!tommy x fem!reader)
summary: you and wilbur meet for the first time after your schedules get mixed up.
authors note: OKAY SO I started writing this back in April and never finished it, but I recently read Icebreaker by hannah grace and I had the urge to finish it! the idea was an au of what if sbi were a hockey team! (pretty sure I saw fanart once of dsmp like that but it could’ve been american football or soccer??) I've literarily been editing and re-writing this for three days straight and I think it's okay, but I hope you guys like it! I'm excited to post it anyways!! Let me know if I should do a part two!!
*title is lyrics from set me free by michelle branch from the ice princess soundtrack!
Warnings: Hockey AU!, first meetings, flirting,annoyance-lovers, swearing, beardbur. YES. unedited! (If there is anything I forgot let me know!!)
Ice skates glided across the smooth ice, freshly resurfaced only a few minutes ago. The blades cut with every movement, leaving lines in your wake.
It felt so freeing, so weightless in a way. You always loved being out on the ice. It felt like another world permitting your feet to take control and letting your mind be free of your thoughts.
Warm-ups were always a great excuse to not practice your triple lutzes. You had been trying to get it down for weeks, and your coach told you to just take it one day at a time but, of course, you still pushed yourself until you got it perfectly.
You were glad your scheduled preparation was when no one was at the rink, so you wouldn't get distracted while practicing for regionals. The only people in the building were the Zamboni driver, Sam, and the owners of the building.
Once you completed your warm-up, you felt fully prepared to begin your routine. You took a deep breath and focused all your energy to your feet, taking a deep breath, tuning out the world. At that moment, it was just you and the ice.
Following your whole set flawlessly, It came time to go for the triple lutz, you moved faster but more immersed, and you push off the ground sailing through the air and spinning. When you landed on your opposite foot, you failed to gain your balance and collided with a thud. A sharp pain shot through your body from the impact, but you brushed it off quickly collecting yourself. You got up to try again.
The cold air hit your face as you staked back to your starting point in the middle. You concentrated again and went for an attempt at the triple lutz again. You lifted into the air and suddenly felt something hard crashing into you. A groan and another thud, this time from the person you had slammed into.
You landed hard on your ass and groaned. Thinking to yourself why the hell was someone else on the ice while you were. Annoyed you’d have to start once again You quickly looked up only to find yourself face-to-face with a handsome stranger. He was also on the ground having slipped from the impact of your body colliding into his.
"oh shit,” he mumbled. “are you okay?" he quickly picked himself up and offered his hand out. Your heart raced, and you felt warmth spread throughout your body.
Effortlessly he helped you to your feet. You realized how tall he actually was since he towered over you. You begin to feel a bit dizzy staring up at the tall man. You guessed it was from the numerous times you had hit the floor hard. It certainly wasn’t the butterflies punching in your stomach from the painfully attractive male.
“I'm fine,” you replied shakily. “ I wasn’t paying attention,”
He smirked down at you as you stood up. You were able to observe his features more closely the closer you stood to him. The stubble around his jaw and under his chin adds a rugged charm, while his curly and slightly disheveled hair partially covers his eyes. You swear you catch a little glint in that soft brown gaze.
Likely from catching the tremble in your voice only moments ago, inadvertently revealing your nerves. You silently scolded yourself for behaving like a teenager around this attractive stranger.
“It's okay sweetheart, I wasn’t paying attention either," The stranger's voice crooned and sounded like honey. Your knees slightly buckled at the sound of his accent dropping a few octaves lower.
What was happening?
You nodded silently, fiddling with your skating attire between your fingers in an attempt to steady your thumping heart. Your gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, taking in his attire.
He wore a hockey uniform with a distinct green stripe at the top and a white base. The jersey's padding accentuated his broad shoulders, and the prominent pine green number 14 drew attention. Overall, the uniform made his complexion appear less pale somehow.
The realization hit you. He was a hockey player who played for the team that practiced in this rink. Hell, you knew Coach Phil, who owned the rink with his wife Kristen your skating coach. They were like your parents, taking you under their wings at a young age.
The hockey team he coached was dubbed "The Crows." appropriately after his favorite bird. Phil told you the story of how crows were loyal to those who treat them with kindness and how they repay it back to you. It never bore you in the slightest the number of times he told you over the years.
Although you have never attended a game yourself. You weren't a fan of the sport. You didn't even know the basic rules. Since Kristen has informed you about the rowdiness and occasional violence that can occur, you never opted to go to an actual game.
Sometimes, when you finished your practice, you could hear the disruptive noise coming from the men's locker room down the hall. You would often roll your eyes and walk past the doorway with disgust over how loud they were.
The dislike of them wasn't personal you never had met any of the boys before. But something about broad-shouldered men doing nothing but finding some way to ooze testosterone poisoning every chance they got annoyed you for no particular reason. So you purposely avoided them at all costs.
There was only one person from The Crows you had spoken with until now - Tom, who preferred to be called Tommy, as he told you shyly. Although younger than the others, he possessed a charming yet bold personality. Strangely, you felt a protective instinct towards him, like an older sibling though you couldn't define why.
Since meeting Tommy, you had only talked with him in passing, but you knew he was a good kid and liked him.
You were lost in thought for nearly a minute and didn't speak to the hockey player standing close to you. He smiled and lowered his head as if he had spoken though you didn't hear him.
"Huh?" you blink.
He chuckles, and the sound echoes in your ears, causing your heart to pound again.
"I asked for your name, darling," he mused.
Oh...
And that nickname. It seemed as though he was intentionally trying to make you feel flustered.
You realized that you didn't even know his name you quickly abandoned any preconceptions about him and answered him politely.
"Y/N,"
When he heard how your name sounded falling off your lips he smiled genuinely. As if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It seemed to have a significant impact on him. His reaction stirred something within you. Like a strange connection between the two of you was forming from this one interaction.
"Im Wilbur- or Wil, that's what my friends call me,”
It was becoming increasingly difficult to dislike this man by the minute. You decided to have a little fun, thinking it couldn't hurt.
“Oh? So we're friends now?” You raised an eyebrow.
He playfully teased, "If that's what you want."
Cheeky bastard. You thought while smiling.
“Now if you don't mind darling, I have to practice."
Feeling a sudden shift in your head made you glare at the back of his head. Pushing off your stakes to circle around him and put a hand on his chest. Wilbur looks at you with a stunned expression, as if he's surprised that you dared to stop him. a
"I've only been here for twenty minutes. You are not going to take advantage of my practice time," you scoff. “I have at least another half hour left."
You didn't mean to come off in a snooty way, but the stress you were under was so overwhelming. Winning regionals was so important to you, and you weren't going to let this jerk interrupt your training, no matter how handsome he was.
Wilbur just shrugged.
“Sorry sweetheart but playoffs are coming up, and I need to work on my shots,”
Your eyes narrowed and you faced off in a staring contest. Stubborn as you were you didn't move an inch.
“Well, I am not leaving.” you crossed your arms over your chest.
The only thing to pull your gaze away from his was the sound of Phil coming down the stairs in the stands asking what was wrong.
You skated over to the open space where Phil was walking down the steps, ignoring the fact that Wilbur was trailing right behind you.
"Phil, I was here first, and my time is nowhere near done. However, Wilbur insists that it's his practice time that I am intruding on it."
"Listen, ice princess," Wilbur said with a hint of frustration. You reluctantly turn to face him, wearing a scowl on your face. "We're just a week away from one of our biggest games of the season, and we need to focus on practice. I can't waste time dealing with any of your bullshit."
The tone of his voice caught you off guard for a second. Which caused you to put your lips in a thin line. You weren't expecting him to get this intense over the situation. Then you knew nothing about him.
"Wil," Phil gives him a warning glare. This promptly shuts Wilbur up.
"Both of you calm down. We will get this figured out," he tries to reason. He yells for Kristen as she comes sprinting out of the office that posed in the corner of the rink with the glass windows looking out to the entire stadium. You watch on as there are hushed tones between the pair as they look at the clipboard in Phil's hands.
You hear Phil mumble out a string of curses. This causes concern to cross your and Wilbur's faces, but you don't say anything. Phil rubs his forehead as his wife turns to you with a remorseful expression.
"I'm sorry guys, We must've gotten the schedules mixed up.” Phil looks at you sheepishly.
Kristen starts by saying that the problem is currently unfixable. She explains that they have numerous prior booked events for the rink, making it impossible to alter the schedule.
Great. You thought.
Not only was it two weeks before nationals, but you also needed the space to practice. This was the only skating rink around. And you had a suspicion that the hockey team was bearing to be more stubborn than you were about this new situation.
Then you heard the words that made your stomach drop.
"you're gonna have to share the space on the ice."
After Kristen spoke, chaos broke out. Both you and Wilbur bombarded the married couple with injunctions and protests. This wasn't fair in the slightest.
They managed to convince both of you to settle down and come to an understanding. The consequences of not doing so would result in Wilbur being benched and you being unable to skate in the regionals this year. Losing the opportunity to compete was not an option for either of you, especially after putting in so much effort since last year's competition.
Reluctantly you agreed to get along with Wilbur and the rest of the team when the time came, no matter how much you hated it.
Upon Kristen's return to the office and Phil informing the rest of the boys about the situation in the lockers, you opted to skate to the far end of the rink, away from others, choosing a spot with brighter lighting.
"Well, looks like we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other, darling." Wilbur wandered up to you while you got into position to start your program.
You huffed. Yep, this was your life now. Anticipating Wilbur's continuous comments every day for the next two weeks.
"Don't get too used to it, pretty boy," You sniped. "I only agreed to share for Phil and Kristen's sanity."
He snickered and hummed.
"Whatever you say," he mumbled. "Just don't let my pretty face distract you from your skating," he winked and skated backward.
You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and tried to convince yourself that it was from how aggravated you were over a minute ago.
"I wouldn't let it get to your head," you voiced. "I could still easily beat your ass in staking any day,"
He smirked at you, seemingly challenging you to prove your capabilities. Even though you had nothing to prove, you just wanted the satisfaction of making a fool out of him. However, you know that the time for retaliation was not now. Eventually, you will wipe that arrogant grin off his face.
"I'm looking forward to it, darling," He said before he turned to join his team.
As the rest of his team gathered in a huddle, you watched as they greeted Wilbur in a brotherly way. Tommy had slid up to him enthusiastically, rabbling about whatever was on his mind today. Most likely hockey related.
Wilbur had brought a hand up to the top of Tommy’s head to playfully ruffle his hair before moving over to where Phil was getting the team settled, but not before flicking the blonde on the forehead. A whiney “ouch!” escaped the younger one’s mouth as he followed behind his teammate, causing an amused smile to tug on your lips at their antics.
Taking one final glance at Wilbur wrapping his hands in tape before pushing into the first move. A simple glide and you went into your own world.
Wilbur glimpsed over to your side of the rink and watched as you began your routine. He was absolutely enthralled with watching how flawlessly you moved. Definitely thinking about how beautiful you looked in your attire, even if it was a simple zip-up jacket and yoga pants.
He definitely wasn’t looking. He was.
It wasn’t until one of his teammates pulled him out of his trance with a smack to the back of the head with a glove that he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from you and fell into his own practice as Phil blew the whistle to signal them all to fall into their positions.
The next two weeks were going to be quite interesting, to say the least.
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Overly Affectionate father figure! Claude x female reader.
Who is Alois’s sibling (bruh it’s late for the story ain’t great) readers young so she’s really childish
Claude buttoned Alois’s shirt buttons and looked up and when he felt his gaze and saw The Lord Trancy had undone he buttons. Claude brushed it off and continued his work after re-buttoning his skirt. Alois rolled his eyes in frustration and annoyance then sighed when Claude made his way to your room to get you dressed.
Claude smiled as he ran the brush through your hair and you sung slowly for him. He gasped your hand as he led you to the dining hall. He placed the plates in front of you and your brother. Claude could feel Alois’s eyes burned into him as Claude stood by you and SPOON FED YOU BREAKFAST. You giggled when he tapped the spoon against your nose leaving a bit of food on your nose. You laughed then picked up a napkin and cleaned your face. When you finished breakfast went to the garden to take walk.
You felt pain in your heart knowing that Claude was surely getting punished by your horrible brother for showing you so much love and affection. You weren’t the brightest star but you knew more than you let on. You ere walking when an exposed root tripped you. You yelled out and held your arms in front of your face. You gasped when you felt Claude’s hand on your waist keeping you up right. You felt tears stinging your arms which turned to full blown wailing. “C-Claudie! I-I tripped!” Claude sighed as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped your eyes. “My darling spider web! You must me careful love. Tripping and stumbling is not fit for a lady.” He said while patting your head.
Claude loved you as his own. Perhaps this is how Hannah feels. The deep need to protect and care for you. The joyful ache in his heart every time you do anything, even blink. And Claude hate your brother. The bumbling idiot shouldn’t be breathing. He’d protect you. And soon he’d pull you away from this hell hole.
It was a dark and stormy night when you woke the a gloved hand on your cheek. “Darling, wake up” you heard a deep voice say. “Claude?” You asked as your blinked into nothing but darkness.
“We must leave.”
“Why.”
“That peasant Michaelis has set his sights on this place. I can’t have my little girl in this place. You are my daughter whether by blood or not I’m required to protect you”
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"Come on, it's just a few questions...." Lisa asked her girlfriend of six months, Hannah. Both were trans and hit it off immediately at a party, although Lisa seemed a bit too into social media for Hannah's liking sometimes.....
"But in front of all your followers? This is super embarrassing."
"It's not ALL of them, dummy.... just ten thousand or so."
"That's not much better!"
"Please? Come on. I promise it'll be fun!"
"OK....." Hannah pouted, looking at Lisa. "Is this some online quiz thing?"
"It's gone a bit viral..... So, first question. You answer, then I will! If you were offered a million dollars to detransition, would you?"
"What!? Um.....!!! No--well, could I retransition?"
"You have to totally detrans, though. Get your boobs removed, go through male puberty all the way, facial hair, deep voice, everything! Soooo, would you?"
"Ummmmm..... n-no! I wouldn't!"
"Really? I would.... no hesitation."
"Oh? Well you can have fun being a boy then." Hannah laughed.
"Mmmm, question two. If your family sat you down and said they want you to detransition asap, that they decided you should live as a boy, would you?"
"Ummmm, I mean.... my parents convinced me to start transitioning in the first place! My mom was pushing me to like the idea of being a girl since forever. If my mom really wanted me to be a boy.... I just don't see that happening!"
"Oooo, avoiding the question? I would. Of course. If my daddy told me, 'Pumpkin, you have to shoot that girly body of yours with T and become a man. Stop being a pervy girl already and just embrace manhood.... I'd SO do it.' I bet you would, if your mom and dad asked real nicely."
"Well.... maybe. It could be kind of fun I guess. I've always wanted my cock to be really big."
"Me, too! It sucks having such a tiny cock...."
"And, I mean..... my boobs gave me such bad dysphoria, by nineteen I had to get a reduction! Mine are so small now but I actually kind of want to go smaller....."
"Me, too! I never knew you got a reduction.... I thought I saw scars! Mmmmm, how big were they from all that estrogen mommy made you take?"
"I was a KK-Cup."
"Holy shit. I bet they were bigger than your head! Mine were a HH-Cup and it was unmanageable. I hated having such big boobs, always bouncing around and falling out of everything and--"
"They'd constantly be sweaty, like all the time. Bleh!"
Lisa laughed. "For real. I think you should go smaller, too. Maybe totally flat? I wanna get mine trimmed down from this still waaaay too big B-Cup to the smallest A possible. Was mommy upset when you got rid of those massive juggs of yours?"
"Not really..... I told her how dysphoric they made me feel. She understood and talked me into a C-Cup. I..... wanted to go flat right away."
"Mmmm, how many girls wanna go that small? And you want a big cock?"
Hannah blushed. "It's just a fantasy of mine...."
"Next question.... you get a new doctor and he doesn't renew your hrt. He puts you on testosterone and steroids to help bulk you up. Do you thank him, or tell him to get lost, and look for a new doctor?"
Hannah bowed her head. "I dunno..... if he really thought I shouldn't be transitioning..... I might just thank him and try out male puberty...."
"Oooo, good answer. Me, too! I'd fan myself and praise him for being so honest with poor, confused little me."
"My cock is so hard right now....." Hannah whispered.
"So's mine. All two inches of it....."
"Hey, lucky! I'm only one inch...."
"I bet you wish it was fourteen or fifteen inches, thick as your wrist!"
"Duh! I'd love to have one that big.... that's normal for a trans girl to say, right?"
Lisa giggled. "Suuuure.... OK. Last question. If your boyfriend told you to throw out your estrogen and start T injections, that you have to obey him and be a good boy, would you?"
Hannah moved in closer to Lisa, feeling up her thighs to her waist. "Well, of course I'd have to obey him. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't?" Both soon-to-be-boys started making out, ready to fuck before Lisa ended the stream, waiting to surprise Hannah later with their new prescriptions.....
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Take Your Meds, Josh
Pairing: Josh Washington X Fem!Reader
Description: Josh wakes up to see his girlfriend gazing down at him lovingly, and in this moment, he realizes just how lucky and happy he is to have her in his life.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mention Of Mental Health Issues, (Prescription) Drug Use.
Word Count: 1k
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Josh woke up and the first thing his eyes met was the gaze of a gorgeous girl — his girl. She smiled kindly at him as she raised her hand to his cheek and caressed it gently. Her touch felt so soft against his cheek, which was covered with stubble that he had forgotten to shave off the morning before. But she didn't seem to care.
"Good morning, beautiful." She spoke softly. Her voice sounded like an angel that had just been sent down from heaven to protect him from the darkest places of his mind. And Josh firmly believed that that was exactly why she was brought into his life; she was his protector — his guardian angel.
"Good morning, baby." He said in a hoarse voice, his throat dry from lack of hydration. "Can you get me a glass of water, please?" He asked weakly.
He noticed that she already had one in her grasp as she handed it to him with a warm smile still on her face and love in her eyes. He took a sip and then peered around his room as his vision slowly came back into focus.
Everything was the same — the walls were still painted a nice shade of crimson, posters of every horror movie you could think of pinned upon them; even the pictures of Hannah and Beth, that he had taken on their last summer vacation were still in their place.
Though everything appeared the same, Josh couldn't help but feel as if something was different. It was like everything had been moved one inch to the left or everything was a slight shade off from the color they used to be. But Josh decided to pay no mind to it for the time being.
"Sweetheart?" His beloved girlfriend murmured beside him, catching his attention almost instantly. "I have your medication here. It's time to take them."
Josh sighed. He hated taking his depression medication. It was just a painful reminder that deep down he was never fully ok — he was never naturally happy.
"Take your meds, Josh." She pushed firmly and yet in the softest tone Josh had ever heard anyone speak. Although he hated it, the worried look in his love's eyes was enough to convince him to take them.
He took the pill bottle from her and noticed that there was only one left in the bottle. He made a mental note to get more later but something told him that he wouldn't have to worry about it. He placed the bitter little pill in his mouth and took another sip of his water before swallowing it reluctantly.
He then handed her the glass which she set on the bedside table. He sighed again as he laid back, waiting for the medication to kick in. His girlfriend laid down beside him on the bed and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, which he gladly returned. After parting from their short but sweet kiss, she placed her hands upon his cheeks and gazed into his eyes.
The look in her gorgeous (E/C) orbs was loving and passionate, enough to make him want to cry — for the first time ever, not from sorrow but from happiness.
He realized that he did not need the medication to make him happy — he needed her. She was what was fixing him and no pills or therapy of any kind could ever compare to her.
He felt the tears finally break free and fall down his cheeks as the corners of his chapped lips turned up into a genuine smile. She returned the smile as a soft giggle broke free from her lips while she gently wiped his tears away with the soft pads of her thumbs.
"It looks like those pills are finally working." She commented happily. He closed his eyes and leaned into her sweet and tender touch. Josh silently disagreed with her words. They were not working.
Or were they?
"Joshua?" He heard a male voice say from across the room.
His eyes shot open to find that he was no longer in his bedroom. The walls were no longer crimson but a dull shade of white that felt unsettling to him, the posters were no longer pinned to the wall and Hannah and Beth's photos were gone as well. He looked over to the door to see an older man standing there, wearing a white doctor's coat with a clipboard in his hand.
"Who are you talking to?" The man spoke with a hint of concern laced within his deep voice.
"(Y/N)." Josh croaked out, his voice much more scratchy and worn than it was before. His worried eyes searched around the room, but she was nowhere to be seen. He looked down at his hand to see a small cup within his grasp — a cup that once contained a small pill.
"Joshua," The man took a few closer steps towards Josh, where he was laying on a bed that had bars on the sides. "Did you forget again?"
"F–Forget what?" Josh felt tears filling the corners of his eyes again. But this time it was not due to happiness, but pure fear of learning the truth.
"(Y/N) died one year ago at your lodge — right after your prank."
As those words echoed through his mind, Josh felt as if his whole world was collapsing. It couldn't be real. It just couldn't.
"I'll have to up your dosage of your medication and get a nurse to take you to Dr. Hill as soon as possible." The man said as he took a pen out of his pocket and scribbled something down on his clipboard.
"The medication won't work! It doesn't! I need (Y/N)! The only thing that will cure my depression is her, not the fucking medication!" Josh yelled while tears finally began to stream down his face, as the last thread of sanity within his mind had come undone.
"Joshua, you only saw (Y/N) because you need the medication." The man explained. "You're Schizophrenic."
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Idrk how to start this so I'm gonna get staright to the point lol
I really like the way you write Niki in your fics. In alot of fics I see Niki feels very one dimensional. Which can be fine if she is not a very big part of the story, but I've seen this happen with fics were she is in the main characters. I get that newer writers can have trouble with ceratin characters but it really frustrates me when I know the author COULD add more dimension to Niki but doesn't care enough about her as a character to do it.
I really like the way you write Niki because in all of your fics that I've seen she actually feels like a character with her own personality and goals instead of her just being there.
Idk it just really frustrates me when Niki is written as just "sweet girl who bakes" and given no other personality traits beacause Niki is so complex and so so much more than that
aaaa this means so much to hear you have no idea
I love c!niki as a character. while c!crime are always going to be my favorites from dsmp, I always had such a soft spot for c!niki. the entire reason I broke down and finally made an mcyt blog in the first place was actually bc I wanted to make a post about c!jack and c!niki. she's such a complicated character with so many facets to her so whenever I write her I always try to make her feel like a proper reflection of that
there's always been a problem with the way fandom treats female characters. no matter the fandom, no matter the year, there almost always tends to be a trend in fanworks that flatten out the female characters in comparison to male characters. dsmp is no exception, and is only made worse by how few female characters there are to work with in the first place.
while of course this isn't true for all fics, in a large swath of fics c!puffy gets reduced to either a therapist and/or mother figure, and c!niki is either Generic Nice Girl or a #girlboss with no in between. then a lot of fics tend to forget c!hannah and c!tina exist entirely but that's for another day
c!niki is kind, yes. but she also doesn't deal with emotional issues well. she stands up for what she thinks is right and will stubbornly hold onto incorrect beliefs even when she knows she's in the wrong because it's easier than admitting to herself that she did something terrible. she struggles with finding healthy places to direct her anger. she loves her friends fiercely and will hold deep loyalty to them until she's been betrayed completely, and then she'll return that betrayal in full force.
I'm so glad these kinds of things come through in my fics. I know niki is still a side character in my fics, but I try to make her as fleshed out as I can even with those limitations. one of the reasons I'm really excited for my next project after glass is that niki is going to have a bigger role in it than she's had in any of my fics so far, so I'm really excited that I'll be able to put so much focus on her.
I guess my hope was always that since I have a large audience in this fandom, seeing these more nuanced portrayals of niki would sway the common perception of her and would lead to others putting more effort into writing her. I don't think that happened, but I'm going to keep writing her as best I can bc she's such a fun character to dig into
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I C E P R I N C E S S ∙ 3
Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky
Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS
Summary:
Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.
The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.
As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.
Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.
Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.
Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.
M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES
Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.
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P R E V I O U S C H A P T E R
The chatter in the room is loud.
It mixed with the sounds of chairs and desks grinding over the floor. Everyone was moving their own to their appropriate spots.
Mrs. Ortiz' voice was even louder. She was lucky if anyone was even really listening to her in the first place.
"Now, this assignment is focused on Psychology analyzing. If you look down, you'll see it's based off a book called Rules by John Will-Brooks. You and your partner will each read every other chapter, taking turns. Each chapter will focus on a type of psychological analysis, and at the end, you will write the information you gather about the person using the questionnaire provided at the end. You'll use that to answer what you gather about the other person. Of course, you're not real Psychologists, so you'll be given a certain answer and script for each one. These are based on real dialogue, real cases. This assignment will last about two months."
You moved anxiously in your seat, crossing your legs at the ankles.
"Hannah, you are with Sasha. Eloise, you are with Daniella. Cameron, you're with Ethan. Eric, you are with Michaela," next she said your name, "you are with James, Jasmin, you're with Chris..." Mrs. Ortiz' voice faded out as your eyes went to James.
It was expected just as much as it wasn't. Irony, they call it.
He sat there in his seat, focused at looking through the new textbook on his desk. He showed no distinctive reaction to Mrs. Ortiz' words and you wondered if he had even heard her.
You still felt terrible about what happened yesterday, but nonetheless, this would be a great opportunity to make amends.
Daniella, that sat next to James, got up to move next to her partner.
You tried to read his body language as he barely lifted his eyes from the pages.
He kept his eyes straight down at his book, gaze completely focused.
He moved onto writing something in his notebook.
It was obvious he wasn't going to be making the first move to sit next to you, and that's what you realize he's doing.
He hated this.
You don't blame him at all for being upset with you.
With a deep breath, you gather your book and notebook in your arms and make your way over to him.
You paused as soon as you arrive by his side. He doesn't look up from his notebook, knowing very well that you were standing there.
His jaw was tense. You hadn't noticed that from afar.
Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
Even if you wanted to make amends, he clearly did not like you. Especially so soon after you destroyed his Nikes.
Then, he surprises you.
He stops for a second, finally looks at you, and then looks down at the empty chair next to him.
An invitation.
You take that as your cue and you sit.
You swear you can smell lemons and a subtle, but very nice, waft of cologne the moment you sit down.
Despite him looking naturally kind and approachable, you felt uncomfortable.
You timidly set everything down in front of you. You even begin tp tilt your items on the desk into perfect ninety degree angles; not because of your OCD, but because it gave you something to do for about three seconds.
When that's painfully over, you look over at him again.
He didn't even bother glancing up this time. Unsurprisingly.
Should you put yours desks together?
Was he going to be silent the whole time?
You both sit there for a few minutes, wondering if he's thinking the same thing as you:
Who will be the first to speak?
He continues to take his notes and you open your book to review the first lesson.
You take a deep breath and go for it, shifting once more in your seat for good measure. You even scoot up a bit.
"Did you want to do the even numbered chapters and I do the odds?" You ask after a deep breath.
He stops writing and finally sits back in his seat, letting his pen drop.
His movement makes him look taller and you look away bashfully.
You never were so close to him before. You can't help but notice how similarly built he is to Steve. Sometimes it felt like Steve towered over you.
They were definitely the same height; six feet or so.
James was just a little more lean and toned where Steve was bulky. It was obvious how attractive James was. Where Steve had lighter hair, James' was a deep brown, almost black. Where Steve's eyes were blue with specs of green, James' were only blue. Almost grey. Like the sky before a bad blizzard on a cold evening.
Like that night.
The way he sits back like that, now looking at you and waiting, has you on edge.
You don't realize you're staring until you meet eyes and you quickly look away.
He hands you the blue folder with the name "Phycologist #2" written on it.
You take it, reading it over.
He was okay with you doing the odds.
A lump crawls up your throat as you remember what happened yesterday. You grow this deep need to console him, to apologize profusely.
"So, we need to answer these questions first together. And then we'll read each chapter assigned to us, and do the quiz questions after each read to make sure we understood what we read. Is that good for you?" You ask.
He's not looking at you anymore.
He gives you a short nod, almost disinterested.
He's back to fidgeting with his black pen in his right hand.
You tried to ignore that glare in his eyes, the one that said he clearly did not want to be here next to you right now.
As if you already didn't know.
"Uhm. Okay, first question. A long-standing debate in the field of psychology has been whether moving to a new location makes people happier. Do you think this can apply to people who are looking just for change so it's a change in psych or do you think it happens for everyone? Personally I think it happens for everyone."
He doesn't answer you right away. In fact, he takes so long to reply that you start writing down your own answer quietly.
"I think so, too. Especially if it's a stark difference of culture."
It's the first time you've heard him, and at this close proximity, it made the hair on the back of your neck prickle.
His voice.
Like deep and thick honey being poured over a damn Lindt chocolate.
Your movements falter just slightly against your paper, and you blink slowly.
You couldn't help the small smile that grows at the side of your lips.
"Exactly." You say, "it's about the impact and also picking up on the different kinds of life. Like I mean for you, you just came from Europe, right? So this must be so different for you here. This kind of life." It's interesting the way you watch his face go from interested to pure utter confusion.
"Europe?" His voice is a low rumble as he says it. You can't sense his tone. It was a mix between scorn and sincerity.
You raise a brow at him and then look down at his book.
"Yeah, aren't you—?"
He looks at you for a second longer, to the point where you debate if he's trying to have an eye contest with you, and then he looks away with an almost roll of his eyes.
He can't help the scoff that leaves his lips.
"Jeez." He runs a hand through his hair, nearly pulling at the strands.
You watch as his arm flexes through the dark fabric of his shirt.
You shake your head and place your own arm down on the paper in front of you.
"I don't understand?"
You hope he can see how sincere you were.
"Yeah, maybe don't try then." He snaps back. His eyes finally flicker back to you, the disdain in his eyes so visible it makes you recoil, "Please.
Your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to respond with.
Judging by his tone and energy behind it, he was holding most of his negative feelings in. It catches you off guard for just a bit.
You hated this. You hated that he assumed something that isn't true about the kind of person you are. You hated that everything that kept happening was proving the exact opposite. You hated that he had been bullied and you didn't even know.
You know you've been oblivious in the past, but you never once saw anyone being rude to him before. This week was the first time.
"I didn't mean to drop that paint on you," you say, your voice lowering, "I'm truly sorry about that." He scoffs again, "I am! I was actually on my way here to apologize for what you overheard on Monday. I'm very sorry."
He doesn't say anything but his eyes do stay on his paper, unshifting.
You know why he's upset. You do.
You're not dense.
The last few months opened your eyes. It was a sharp wake up call to realizing who you were and who the people around you were. You hope you can convey that with the next few words you're about to say.
"Look, Matt Murdock is an asshole. But I'm not like that."
The roll of his eyes and the snarl on his lips is palpable.
You feel your teeth clench at his reaction, and this time, your eyes are the ones that go hard and cold.
This boy, just like everyone, knew nothing. But the truth was, you didn't know him either.
This was a game of tug-o-war, and in the middle was a big metaphorical puddle of shame waiting for one of you to fall in.
The silence that follows after his comment settles between the both of you like a heavy blanket.
"We're done here." He says, closing his notebook.
You're surprised at his quick departure. There was no possible way he would just leave. Right? You still had two months of this.
"We still have to go over this chapter—"
He's already standing up, grabbing his backpack and his things off his desk.
"I'm leaving early." He says, eyes darting to the door. It's then that you see another teacher there waiting for him. He eventually sighs and gives you another glance as he shoves his book into his backpack, "I can't fail this assignment. We can continue this tomorrow." You raise a brow at him as he stops and looks at you for another hard second. Then, his eyes look away for a bit, as if he's realizing something. You're wondering what he's thinking, but you don't have to wonder much longer, "I actually won't be here tomorrow."
"Oh," your eyes drop as you think, "Maybe we can meet up somewhere after school? Maybe you can come over? Or I'll go to your place. That's all I can think of. That or we can wait until Thursday."
You weren't tone deaf, but damn were you insistent of making right.
You can see on his face how much he hates this. If this were some kind of mystical novel and the author was describing this exact moment, right here and now, they'd say his dislike for all of this was as palpable as a lonesome revengeful Viking holding a box of venomous cobras over his enemies' body.
Bucky bit the inside of his cheek.
He really needed this A. Was this worth it? If he wanted to keep his GPA at the high percentile, he needed this bad. He didn't know if he trusted you enough to wait until two days from now, when the second lesson was due by then.
He hated everything about this.
Your place or his?
He never thought he'd even have to ask such a question when it came to you and him.
He almost laughs.
He looked at the teacher that was waiting for him at the door and his eyes drift back down to you in your seat.
You and your friends already took all his dignity at this school. He wasn't going to let you do it in his own home.
"I'll come over." He says.
As soon as Bucky parks his car, he turns to his mom.
"How are you feeling? Nervous?" He asks kindly.
She smiles at him.
"A bit. But I'm also a little excited."
Bucky looks away and nods.
"You're high up."
"I might finally get that lung transplant." She says, running her thumb over her son's cheek. She holds her nebulizer bag closer to her lap, "We should be excited, honey."
He smiles sweetly at her.
He was anxious to see how her appointment would go. Based off his own personal research, she was a perfect candidate for a lung transplant, but he was afraid this was too good to be true.
"I am." He pats the middle console, "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
He gets out and walks over to the passenger side. He helps her step out his car, closing the door behind her.
He makes sure to keep his one arm stilling linked with hers.
She uses him for support as she stands, her right hand going into the crook of his elbow, holding him there.
"I'm going to need you to run to the store for me tonight. I wanted to make some lasagna for dinner. What do you think?" She asks as they walk to the entrance of the medical facility.
He opens the door for her as they walk into the chilly air.
"I think it sounds great," his face falls, "Shoot."
"What's wrong?"
"I forgot I'm supposed to study at someone's house." He shakes his head. Family always came first, "I can still go. I'll make arrangements."
"Oh, that's alright. I'll have your dad stop by."
Bucky felt his heart shatter, knowing his dad already had too much to worry about tonight. He was also getting older.
"It's fine, I'll let her know I can't make it. You're more important."
He didn't even have your number, so he's not sure how that plan would even work out.
"Absolutely not. You're going to go." Bucky opens his mouth to retaliate but she stops him, "You're going. End of discussion." He closes his mouth and nods, continue to walk her to the reception desk.
They walk a little more and he waits for the inevitable question.
"So it's a girl study partner?"
He could feel a tingle up his back at the thought of seeing you that way. Revolt and hate. That's the kind of feelings a person like you deserved.
"Trust me, mom. She's not a nice person. I just want this A. Only reason I'm doing this."
A warm chuckle leaves her lips.
"Oh, she can't be that bad."
"She is. She's bad company and so are her friends. I'm going there just for the lesson and then I'm going straight home."
You're drying your hands with a paper towel near the sink when you hear a knock at the front door.
You curse to yourself as you grab your phone and quickly look at the clock.
You completely lost track of time trying to help prepare dinner for your parents.
They were both physicians in two different ERs, so they usually weren't home on Wednesdays until after seven PM. Morning shift.
That meant that tonight you had to help with dinner for when they came home. Usually when they had the graveyard shifts, they'd have something ready on the stove before they left. Out of kindness of their hearts.
Even though you didn't think it was necessary for them to do that every time, especially when you had more than the reason to help them out, you clung onto it. Mainly because it was one of the last remaining things that happened here at home that made it feel like it was still that; home.
You go through your foyer and open the door.
James stood there in a black jacket and dark jeans. He held his book in one arm and his other hand was running through his hair. He looked like he didn't want to be here at all.
He still wasn't even trying to hide it.
You don't let that discourage you.
"Hey," you give him a small smile, "Come on in." You step aside for him to walk in.
The second he steps foot into your house the awkward tension is already there.
You close the door quietly behind him.
You watch as he looks around. The last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable.
You home was dimly lit, the only light on was a lamp in the living room and a soft light over the island in the kitchen.
He notices how homey it feels in here. He also notices all the family photos, especially the ones near the stairs at the front.
"My parents won't be home for another hour or so." You tell him, "Can I take your jacket?"
His eyes flicker over to you immediately.
"No, it's okay." He mumbles, stuffing his left hand into its pocket.
You nod and look away.
You tell him he can leave his shoes at the door and then you point to the dark wooden stairs.
His shoes he actually does remove, leaving him in black socks.
"We can actually go up to my room. Just be careful with these steps. They can get slippy."
He trails behind you and follows you into your room.
You sense his hesitancy to come in all the way as he takes a quick scan.
Your room was nice, he wouldn't deny that.
He notices a few books on your desk and some on a book shelf; mostly fiction. Against your wall on the floor was a pair of white ice skates.
You walk over to your desk and grab your book and notebook.
On your desk was a picture of you and another guy hugging, maybe a few years older than you.
He was placing a kiss on the top of your head.
"You can take a seat." You motion blindly towards your bed nonchalantly, looking for something in your desk drawer.
James makes his way to your bed. It's white and fluffy and still made; pristine.
You finally turn around to face him, and he looks down at your hand. You had been looking for a highlighter.
Classic Yellow.
He doesn't know why his nerves are on high end right now. He doesn't know why he's so nervous about being in a Stark High's princess' bedroom. What he does know is how annoyed he is by your complete oblivion to how incredibly cruel and mean you are and don't realize it. He can't even put into words how much it pisses him off to see you treating him like you or your friends never did the things you did.
You really did all live in your little world with your little perfect lives.
He's seen it for years and he saw it looking at the photos downstairs and now your room. Happy photos everywhere, trophies and metals. For what, he doesn't care.
He's brought back to now when the bed dips down with your weight.
You open your book.
"Alright, do you want to read the first lesson? And then I'll do the questionnaire at the end and we can go from there? Same for lesson two?"
He clears his throat and pulls out his notebook and book.
"Sure."
The behavior is mechanical for the next twenty minutes.
He talks, you respond. He asks, you respond. You ask, he answers.
He watches you as you read everything correctly and answer everything correctly. You were clearly very smart and seemed to take your academics seriously. The fact that you were both able to set your tension aside to focus on your school said a lot about the both of you.
Yeah, he knew what it said.
It said that you were both trying goddamn hard to avoid the huge elephant in the room.
"So that was the last question." You say, writing down your notes in your notebook, "We're covered for tomorrow and Friday." You look up when he doesn't respond, but you see him writing, too.
When he finishes he slides his pen into the spine of his notebook and closes his text book. He starts to pack, getting ready to leave.
You clear your throat.
"Bucky," the second you say his nickname his head snaps up, confused, "I saw it on your notebook." You don't know what look he's giving you but whatever that look is, it makes you feel not too great. He stares at you for a second longer before taking a deep breath and moving off from your bed. His jaw is tense.
He huffs from his nose and looks at you once more. You stand up until you're standing in front of him. You had to tilt your head a bit up.
Definitely Steve's height.
He gives you a cold stare that nearly chills you.
"I should go." He whispers out, eyes on your floor.
You tug on the sleeves of your shirt, debating on how you should stop him, but your words get stuck in your mouth.
You're at lost for what to say as he leaves your room abruptly, leaving you standing there, open text book still on the bed.
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I know I'm very late to this compared to everyone here (I'm 30) but I just finished reading the odyssey for the first time and I'm... my heart can't handle it. I already want to read it again. Why did I get to this this late? Anyway, I wanted to ask if you have any recommendations for interesting articles or other books about Odysseus, apart from the Iliad? And Penelope, of course. I just love them. I'm asking you 'cause I saw your posts about Odysseus and Calypso / Circe, and found them very interesting and insightful! Thanks in advance
There's no bad time in your life to read the Odyssey for the first time! I'm so glad you found your way to it and enjoyed it!
In terms of books and articles about the Odyssey, I've been out of the academic world for long enough that I feel like I'm no longer a particularly good source of advice, but I'll toss out a few old favorites:
the film O Brother Where Art Thou - a retelling of the Odyssey set in the Deep South during the Great Depression
the novel the Penelopiad by Margaret Atwood - a feminist retelling of the Odyssey from Penelope's point of view
technically it's more about the Iliad, but Somewhere I Have Never Travelled by Thomas Van Nortwick is a scholarly work that's informed my thinking on Homeric storytelling a lot
And I found some articles on the Odyssey that look fascinating freely accessible (no login needed) on JSTOR! Since some of these are public domain, they may not closely track modern scholarship, but if you're just kinda vibing with the Odyssey right now and are looking for more food for thought on the subject, this ought to get you going in interesting directions.
Rose, Peter W. “Ambivalence and Identity in the Odyssey.” Sons of the Gods, Children of Earth: Ideology and Literary Form in Ancient Greece, Cornell University Press, 1995, pp. 92–140. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.7591/j.ctvn1tbcw.6. Accessed 14 May 2023.
Coulter, Cornelia C. “The Happy Otherworld and Fairy Mistress Themes in the Odyssey.” Transactions and Proceedings of the American Philological Association, vol. 56, 1925, pp. 37–53. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/282883. Accessed 14 May 2023.
KAMUF, PEGGY. “Penelope at Work.” Signature Pieces: On the Institution of Authorship, Cornell University Press, 1988, pp. 145–74. JSTOR, http://www.jstor.org/stable/10.7591/j.ctt207g60p.11. Accessed 14 May 2023.
Bassett, Samuel E. “The Proems of the Iliad and the Odyssey.” The American Journal of Philology, vol. 44, no. 4, 1923, pp. 339–48. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/289255. Accessed 14 May 2023.
Gregory, Andrew. “Circe: An Extract from Homer’s Odyssey (c. 900–800 BCE).” Women in the History of Science: A Sourcebook, edited by Hannah Wills et al., UCL Press, 2023, pp. 23–34. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/j.ctv2w61bc7.11. Accessed 14 May 2023.
Also, if you liked the Odyssey, I think you'll love Greek tragedy! I recommend starting with Sophocles' Electra, Sophocles' Oedipus the King, Aeschylus' Oresteia, and maybe Euripedes' the Trojan Women.
Thanks for the ask, and happy reading!
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We Need A Girl- Jackass fanfic chapter 2 and 3
chapter 2
At the end of the day, Jeff had approached Hannah. “Who represents you?”
She wasn’t surprised by the assumption Everyone in this city was represented by someone. Especially, she thought, girls who were free t come along to random TV shoots at noon on a Wednesday.”I can give you my manager’s number if you like,” Hannah said “I’m a musician though, I haven’t really done TV.”
“What do you play?” asked Jeff, sounding interested.
“Guitar, mostly, and a bit of piano and a bit of this and that. That’s why I’m in LA, why I came here like, to sing.”
“Well hey, maybe we can help each other out. We need a cast member, seems like you need some publicity. We could make something work. I’ll call your people. But you should come along again next week, we’re shooting some more stuff nearby.”
“Yeah, totally! I’d love to.” Hannah couldn’t hide her surprise, and was eager to grasp the opportunity. “We just need to figure out your role. Like are you gonna do something sexy, something cute, or stunts, or just to camera bits. I’m not sure yet. I’ll talk to Johnny and Spike.
Hannah didn’t know who Spike was, but she was a little surprised to hear Johnny was in charge- he seemed young, and too fun for that. Then again, compared the other guys here, and her friend SteveO, maybe he was the most grown up.
Hannah was sat with her manager. These conversations were rare- she’d been called in so infrequently since she was signed that she didn’t know how to present herself. Should she dress up? Look relaxed? It felt strange seeing the face that matched the voice she heard on phone calls.
“I think this could really work for you” her manager said. “Jackass has got a core audience that your music could tap into. If they agreed to use one of your songs for the soundtrack, that could be huge for scoring you a demographic.”
“Yeah, that sounds awesome. I really want to do it.” Hannah grinned. “Do you know what I’m going to do, exactly?”
Her agent smiled a big smile. “They just want you to show up. My advice is look pretty, and be willing to do whatever.” His face fell a little. “And no scenes or outbursts. Seriously, I can’t smooth things over here like with club promoters. This is a bigger deal. Remember what we talked about- take a deep breath. Think before you speak.”
Hannah’s smile wavered. Whatever they wanted. OK, she thought. I can try.
Chapter 3
“Explain it to me again.”
Hannah was sat in the mini van with Dave, Preston, Johnny and Ehren. She chewed her lip as the went over the concept for the stunt again.
“Basically, we skate down, and everyone throws weighted bags at us and tries and knock us down.” Dave clarified. He was laughing but also had a slightly manic look in his eyes, like he was realising that this was something he was going to actually have to do in the fast approaching future.
“OK. Well I can totally do that, it’s easier than dropping onto the ramp for sure.” said Hannah enthusiastically. This was her stuff, she thought. Falling off her board was chill, falling off her board was a regular day.
“Well…” Johnny spoke up from the front of the van, “Jeff was thinking maybe we try you out introducing it? Maybe holdin’ up score cards, that kinda thing?”
Hannah frowned. “You want me to just announce it? I mean OK cool. I just think I’d actually be better at doing it than that.”
“Are you gonna announce it wearing that?” Ehren asked, looking at her outfit. Hannah looked down. The sole of her shoe was falling off. She’d worn shorts that maybe should have gone in the wash. They had what she was pretty sure was blood on them, maybe from the bleeding scab on her knee. Or the one on her elbow. She made a mental note to put on a plaster. She was wearing a regular t-shirt, and a clean one at that, but it’s large cut potentially wasn’t giving Hot Chick.
“These are my clothes.” she answered plainly. “I’m dressed the same as you dude. What do you want me to wear?”
“Maybe Chris will have a bikini you can borrow!” snorted Dave.
“I guess I was thinking that USA bikini might be a real thing.” said Ehren.
“Alright alright, we don't need insight into your private fantasies Ehren.” said Johnny.
Hannah laughed but her stomach knotted. She wanted to be part of this fun. She didn’t want to let people down by not playing the role right. At the same time, she thought she was here to join in, not walk up and down in a bikini.
They pulled up at the indoor skate park and filed inside. Pontius and Jeff were already there, talking to a man Hannah recognised as Tony Hawk, and her eyes widened. “Holy fuck.” she said.
Johnny heard her and laughed. “Here I’ll introduce ya, he’s real nice. Hey Tony! This is Hannah. She’s hanging out today.”
“Hey” Tony smiled “Are you skating with us? You as crazy as these guys?”
Hannah paused, looking at Jeff. He seemed to know what she was thinking. “We were kind of hoping you could do some announcing, maybe hold up some score boards.”
“Like a cheerleader?” Hannah asked.
“Exactly!” said Jeff, with an enthusiasm that missed Hannah’s tone completely.
There was a quiet moment where Hannah was pretty sure everyone was taking in her appearance, and concluding that she was about to be the world’s least polished cheer captain.
“Someone in wardrobe had a costume…” Jeff trailed off.
“Right.” said Hannah. She allowed herself to be led over to the second van by an assistant, and shown the outfit.
The costume was red, a jumper and a pleated skirt. There were no pompoms, which was a shame, she thought. Might as well give it 100%. Putting it on crouched behind the van in the parking lot, she pulled at the hem of the skirt, which didn’t cover that far past her underwear. The top was tight over her chest. This was, she thought, a child’s cheerleading costume. Hannah appraised herself in the window of the car. It wasn’t that she wasn’t cute- she had a nice enough face. She liked her long hair. She had some muscles from skating and running. But she was a little goofy looking, no matter what she did. Her eyes were a too round, and her teeth were big. She always looked messy and sensed that this was coming from somewhere deep inside her soul as much as it was forgetting to wash t-shirts or sleeping in her clothes. Quietly, she worried the crew had been gunning for a sexier Hot Girl to fill this role, and she had tricked them with her misleading party clothing at the bar, and a convincing pitch from her agent. This was it, she thought miserably. Fired for not being a hot enough cheerleader, how humiliating. Imagining explaining this to her agent, she gave the fabric another tug, and straightened up.
Resigned to her fate, Hannah walked back inside. The crew wolf whistled and hooted. She grimaced.
“Hey that’s my outfit!” laughed Chris.
“She looks better in it than you man.” said Bam.
“You can have it back if you want” said Hannah, walking over to Jeff and Johnny.
“Aw well don’t you look nice!” laughed Johnny, clapping his hands and taking in her costume change. Hannah’s stomach squirmed and she felt herself start to go as red as her outfit. Jeff’s eyes lingered on her bruised legs and he looked like he might say something (or ask if makeup could do anything about it), and then shook his head. “OK we’re gonna start with you guys introducing, Hannah just say your name that you’re our cheerleader, let’s go.”
Jeff shouted “action!” and Johnny threw his arm around Hannah as the cameras started rolling. “Hi I’m Johnny Knoxville,”
“And I’m Hannah the cheerleader,”
“And this is the gauntlet!”
Hannah raised her hands in the air and gave her best woop. Enthusiasm, she could deliver.
The stunt started with Mike Kassak attempting the course on his board, and promptly being smacked from all angles by the black weights suspended from string and thrown with force by the rest of the cast. Hannah clapped and cheered. The camera on her, she said “It’s a tough show to start. Gotta give him at least an 8.”
“Dude more like ate shit!” shouted SteveO from the ramp, laughing.
Johnny was up next. With his shades on, he rode his bike down the ramp, before being bombarded with the balls. “Holy shit ouch” winced Hannah. She caught eyes with the camera man, who gave a gesture that she interpreted as ‘do more.’ “Sorry, I mean, give me an O! Give me a U! Give me a C! Give me an H!” He gave her a thumbs up.
It carried on in much the same fashion. Hannah found it wasn’t hard to cheer and scream- it was exciting. At various intervals she held up a score board. But she was growing increasingly impatient just watching, and starting to feel her temper rising. This reached crunch point when a camera man suggested a close up shot of her ‘bouncing’. She’d told him, respectfully, to get fucked, and tried to laugh it off, but she was pissed. She thought about her clothes, out in the van, and sat down to take a beer out of the stacked cooler.
“I thought you were gonna have a go!” it was Tony Hawk, coming to sit beside her. She looked up from her drink at him.
“Yeah I kind of thought so, I think they wanted me to cheer though.”
“You should have a go! You skate right? I’m assuming cause of your knees.” he laughed, gesturing to her folded legs, which were admittedly pretty bashed up.
“And, if you don’t mind me saying, I don’t know many cheerleaders who frown like that.” Hannah let out a surprised laugh. He was right, her eyebrows were tightly knitted together in a scowl. “Shit.” she said. “I am not getting called back to help again.” She sighed. “I told my agent I’d do it and she’s gonna be so pissed at me. They said they might be able to use my music.”
“Dude, just have a go at it. Honestly tell them I told you to, if you’re already fired what’s the harm?” said Tony. Hannah looked at him. She wasn’t going to ignore advice from Tony Hawk.
“Ok. Give me 5 minutes.” and she took off at a run.
“Hey cheerleader, come back!” called Jeff, as she dashed out into the parking lot. She needed her shorts, and her board. Not wanting to waste time, she pulled her shorts up underneath her pleated skirt, and grabbed her skateboard.
Back in the room, Hannah ran up the ramp, board in hand. “I want to have a go!” she said breathlessly. There was some wooping, “Yes cheerleader!” called out Chris. Johnny looked uneasy.
“None of these guys are gonna throw the weighted bags at her Jeff,” he called down to where the director stood. “That’s true,” mused Chris. “I exclusively throw my balls at dudes.”
“So don’t throw them at me!” she said, before anyone else could cut in. “Close your eyes, you won’t know where I am. Just imagine you’re passing them to each other.” She met eyes with the crew, remembering what her agent had said: ‘don’t cause a scene.’ Was this a scene? Maybe not yet, technically? A vignette maybe, a mini-scene.
There was some discussion. “Dude who gives a shit just let her do it!” exclaimed Bam eventually.
“Fine, do it, guys throw the ball if you want, don’t if you don’t.” said Jeff, throwing his hands up.
Before anyone could change their mind, Hannah dropped in. The balls were flying into the air. One swung right in front of her. She angled her body on her board and made it past. Another fell where she’d just been. She whipped her head and saw Johnny still holding onto his. In the second it took her to turn her head back to the front, a third ball swung in and caught her in the chest, causing her to double over, grabbing onto it. She swung forward in the air, board lost, and let go in the air. Hannah landed, winded and choking out laughter, at the end of the course. Several crew members started running over to help her up, and she jumped up before they had the chance. “YES!!!!” she shouted, arms in the air. She turned to face the rest of the crew, buzzing with the thrill of it. “If I’m going to be here,” she panted, adrenaline rushing through her, “I don’t want to do sexy. I want to do dumb shit like that!!”
“Dude, there is zero risk of you doing sexy in those shorts.” sniggered Bam. The tension broke and the crew laughed. Hannah looked over to Johnny, who was smiling tightly, but wasn’t laughing along with the others.
“Jeff, can I talk to you a minute?” Johnny said, and heard Jeff walked over to the side of the room to mutter and gesticulate. Hannah looked round at Chris, Preston, Bam and SteveO. “Is that about me, do you think?” she asked.
“Probably. Knoxville has a real thing about pranks and stunts with girls in. Won’t do it. Too Southern I guess.” Preston said.
“Yeah dude he is super old fashioned about that kind of thing, and he’s probably not happy Jeff overruled him either, two big dogs facing off over there man.” SteveO chimed in, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he spoke. “Ah OK. Should I say something?” Hannah said.
“I don’t know man-“ SteveO started, but Hannah had made up her mind, and was heading over to where Jeff and Johnny stood talking.
Johnny was speaking in a low and serious voice. “I don’t like it. The skate trick at the beach was bad enough. Soon as a girl gets hurt, no one wants to see it man. It’s dark. I don’t want to be doin’ stuff that hurts a girl, I’m pretty sure none of these guys do. Well, maybe some of ‘em don’t care but I’m not cool with it.”
“Look man the studio wants a girl onboard, you don’t have to do anything to her, we can get her in the mellow shoots, and we can make sure her agent explains to her-“
“Hey.” Hannah interrupted. “Sorry. I just wanted to say I didn’t do that to piss you off, I just wanted a turn. I’m a good skater, I’m not trying to hurt myself.”
Johnny and Jeff looked at her for a moment before Johnny spoke. “Ma’am, I’m not pissed off at ya, I was just saying to Jeff here that the optics just aren’t good on the show, a girl getting hurt. It’s not what we’re doing here.”
“OK,” Hannah considered what he’d said. “Well, I think that is kind of sexist? I’m not a child I can choose if I’m gonna do something stupid, like you guys can.” She shrugged and looked at Johnny for a reply. She had to crane her neck a little to meet his eye. He didn’t reply, just regarded her, eyes flicking up and down like he was thinking hard. Hannah felt a slight impulse to cross her arms over her tight jumper. Jeff interrupted their stare, exhaling loudly. “Look, let’s not get into the psychology of it all. Today, you were supposed to cheer. If you come along, we need you to do what you’re asked to do,” Hannah was about to cut in but Jeff seemed to sense this and sped up. “BUT, I’m sure we can work out a way for you to be in some of the smaller stunts too.”
That was all Hannah needed to hear really.
“OK!” She said enthusiastically. “And I did cheer today, just for the record. If you could pass that back to my agent- that I did cheer- I would be very grateful.” she called after Jeff as he walked back to the camera operators to look at playback footage. Johnny laughed at that, and Hannah couldn’t help but grin back at him. It was such a good laugh. “Hey,” she said, “are you laughing at me?”
“Oh no ma’am.” He said, still giggling. “Should we tell your agent you wore your cargo shorts under the cheer skirt? Or is that off the record too?”
“That’s definitely off the record, please, I will be in so much trouble.” Hannah said, putting her palm over her face. Johnny laughed. “Your secret is safe with me.” He looked at her again, that same up and down as before. “I don't mean to be all hetero about it- I hope you know that. But it goes against my sensibilities, seeing a lady get hurt. Or pranked. I’m not at ease with it, so if you’re gonna be here, what Jeff said about the mellow stunts and the cheering, that’s how it’s gonna have to work.”
Hannah bit her lip, nodding. She was trying not to reply too quickly, to think before she spoke, but it was hard when she felt that flash of anger in her chest. “I hear that. And I am sorry if you don’t want me on the show, it’s not that I want to be a problem- I’m pleased, I’m grateful to be here. It just goes against my sensibilities to cheer for the boys in a tight top and do fuck all.” She took a deep breath. “But I’m not gonna be any trouble, and I’ll be careful.”
Johnny took a sip of beer. “Oh I think you’re gonna be trouble.” he said, smiling and shaking his head slightly.
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OT+: #2 + Lucia x Crowley x Aziraphil?
Pairing: The Ineffable Three (Luci Evans + Crowley + Aziraphale).
Prompt: A coming home to the sight of B & C asleep in each other's arms on the couch, and it warms their heart from OT+ Prompts.
Warnings: Kissing, mentions of food and eating, mention of past misogyny.
(A/N: Thank you so much for this, Hannah, and I hope you enjoy this!!)
LUCI COULDN'T REMEMBER THE LAST time her workday had felt as long as this one had. Typically, she loved her job; it paid well, she wasn't expected to talk to her coworkers (not that they made much of an effort to speak to her, either, as people tended not to notice secretaries), and she usually finished all her tasks early, which left plenty of time for reading or absently scrolling online, doing research on various historical events her boyfriends claimed to have been a part of.
But today had been a day. To start off, her bloody alarm hadn’t gone off and she’d wound up being late as a result of it; only by about ten minutes, but it was rather hard for the company she worked at to function properly when the woman who was expected to run their front desk didn’t show up. Besides that, the cab she’d taken had splashed her with dirty water from the rainstorm yesterday when it had stopped to pick her up, and she knew for a fact that the cabbie had overcharged her but she’d been running too late to call him out on it and had been forced to simply pay what he’d asked for.
And the people - oh, the people she’d had to deal with that day. Were she not afraid to do so after the things she’d experienced, Luci would have sworn to God that the company’s executives had gone out of their collective way to be extra stuck-up and rude to her today. They had done nothing but belittle her and make her feel guilty for not finishing work she hadn’t had time to get done with her significant workload, and one of them, a financial director with a weak chin whom she’d always disliked, had even had the nerve to ask her if this was her “time of the month,” what with how frazzled and frustrated she seemed to be.
Given all of that, Luci didn’t even consider going back to her own flat after she was finally allowed to leave. She was more than happy to trudge into Aziraphale’s bookshop as the autumn sun dipped close to the horizon, newly-bought skirt stained with dirty water around the hem and looking like she was completely done with the world.
Thankfully, the warm atmosphere and smell of old books that hit Luci as soon as she entered the bookshop was enough to put her more at ease. Closing her eyes and allowing a small smile to grace her lips for the first time that day, Luci felt her tense shoulders relax as she listened to her angel’s familiar footsteps bustling toward her from the back of the shop.
“Hello! Welcome to A.Z. Fell and-” Aziraphale began, but cut himself off as he recognized one of his lovers. “Oh, hello, darling. How was work today?”
Peeling her eyes open, Luci fixed the angel with an arch look, gesturing wordlessly to the stains on her skirt and her clearly tired expression as an answer.
“Oh,” the angel said in a soft, sympathetic voice, tilting his head at her. “Not so good, then?”
“That’s one way to put it,” Luci grumbled, shuffling toward her boyfriend and unceremoniously leaning her body into his. Without hesitation, the angel wrapped his soft arms around Luci, moving to rub small circles onto her back.
“I’m terribly sorry, my darling,” he murmured into her ear, and Luci relaxed even further at the sound of his deep, sweet voice. “Would you like me to fix that stain on your skirt?”
Luci was ready to open her mouth and remind Aziraphale how she felt about him or Crowley using their miracles on her belongings if it wasn’t to transport them, but she was interrupted by her other, demonic lover sashaying up to them from the back of the shop.
“Oh, hi, dove, what’s going-” he began, but stopped when she saw her expression and adopted a sympathetic wince. “Bad day?”
“The worst,” Luci replied into Aziraphale’s shoulder, thankfully knowing that Crowley could hear her anyway. “Nothing went right. Kinda over everything right now.”
“Well, I dare say we can fix that,” Aziraphale declared emphatically. Gently nudging Luci off of him, the angel moved his girlfriend into the arms of his other lover, who wrapped his own longer arms around her shoulders without even blinking and pulled her into his chest.
“You want me to tempt anyone for you, dove?” Crowley asked quietly as Luci listened to the sounds of Aziraphale closing up shop behind her. “Make some wankers do something embarrassing?”
“No, that’s fine,” Luci spoke into the fabric of his black t-shirt, taking another second to enjoy the comfort of the demon’s arms before reluctantly pulling away. Frowning, she rubbed firmly at her eyes, something that inexplicably usually made her feel better. “I just kind of want to relax and forget about how awful everything was today.”
“Which is exactly what I plan to assist you in doing!” Aziraphale chirped happily, bustling back from the front of the shop. “Alright, if the two of you could just go and sit on the sofa in the back, that would be lovely.”
Luci, not entirely sure what her angel was doing but not about to pass up the opportunity to sit down after the day she’d had, grabbed Crowley’s hand and led her demon to the soft brown sofa in the back of the bookshop. Crowley followed willingly, flopping his long-limbed self down onto the sofa cushions and holding out his arms so that Luci could cuddle up to him.
“Right then,” Aziraphale said determinedly as Luci snuggled into her demon lover’s long, comforting arms. “Now, I am going to go and collect some takeaway from that Thai place you’re so fond of, darling, but before I do… would you allow one of us to miracle you into some sleepwear?”
Half sitting up from Crowley’s embrace, Luci furrowed her brows and began to protest Aziraphale’s offer, but the angel cut her off with a gently raised hand.
“I know your objections to miracles being used on your possessions if it isn’t for transportation,” he said gently. “And I respect your boundaries, I swear that I do. But given that this would technically be transportation of your clothing, and that it might help you feel more comfortable than you would in those work clothes… would you be opposed to making an exception this one time?”
After a moment of debating silence, Luci let out an exaggerated huff and fell back onto Crowley’s chest. “Alright. This one time, and only because I don’t have the energy to go back to my flat and it’s going to be very hard for me to relax in a blouse and pencil skirt.”
“That’s the spirit, dove,” Crowley said cheerfully, then waved a long-fingered hand in the air over Luci’s body. There was that familiar moment of feeling a small change in the fabric of the universe, and the next second Luci felt much softer fabric on her skin than had been there a moment ago. She looked down to find herself clothed in her favorite lavender pyjamas, the tank top and capris-length pants pleasant against her skin.
“Splendid,” Aziraphale chirped happily. “Now, I’ll head out and see if I can’t scrounge up some Thai delicacies, and Crowley, you keep our dear Luci company, won’t you?”
“‘Course I will,” Crowley replied as Aziraphale swept his coat off the back of an armchair. The angel slid the old coat over his shoulders with the usual flourish, shuffling over to the couch to exchange a peck on the lips with Crowley and place a kiss on the top of Luci’s head before heading out of the shop.
After Aziraphale had left and the ringing of the bell over the shop’s door had faded into the air, Luci allowed herself to revel in the peaceful silence of the moment, cuddling closer into Crowley. She hadn’t thought she was tired when she’d left work, just frustrated and worn out, but now, surrounded by the cozy atmosphere of the shop and her demon’s comforting arms, she could feel her eyelids begging to be shut, the blissful darkness of dreamland beckoning her with every centimetre the lids drifted together.
Crowley’s gentle fingers began to card through her hair, and she let out a contented hum, sleep drawing her even further down as she enjoyed the relaxing action.
“You take a little nap if you want, dove,” the demon murmured, ceasing the movement of his fingers only long enough to press his lips against her hair. “Seems like you need it. I’ll wake you up when Aziraphale gets back, alright?”
“‘M fine,” Luci mumbled, even as her eyes finally gave in and closed all the way. “‘M not that tired.”
But the next moment, she had fully entered into the comforting darkness of sleep’s realm, so she supposed that was a big fat lie.
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Almost exactly a half an hour since Aziraphale had left the bookshop, he returned to it, several takeaway bags in hand and ready to enjoy a nice, leisurely supper with his two loves. He found them both asleep instead.
The demon and the human were both still curled up together on the sofa, their peaceful features illuminated by the soft golden light coming from the shop’s various lamps, but now they were both very clearly resting, faces slack with the utter peace of rest and chests rising with deep, rhythmic breaths. Crowley’s arms were still wrapped securely around Luci’s waist, but somehow she had maneuvered so that her chest was half pressed against the demon’s, one of her own arms draped across his thin torso. Her face was squished sideways against his shoulder, in a way that Aziraphale was positive would leave indents on her cheek when she awoke.
Smiling softly at the sight of his two lovers curled up and peaceful together, Aziraphale shuffled upstairs to the small flat above the bookshop, taking care to be as quiet as possible and not wake his loves. Moving into the flat’s tiny kitchen, the angel opened the old oven and slid the bags of Thai takeaway into it; they could be saved until Luci and Crowley were finished with their little nap.
After that task was completed, Aziraphale moved quietly back down to the reading area at the back of the shop. Luci and Crowley were still peacefully asleep on the sofa, so the angel merely picked up a random book from a nearby pile and settled down into the armchair to read.
He may have had no desire to sleep himself, but that did not mean he couldn’t relax, let his two lovers have their rest, and revel quietly in the fact that the three of them were content to be cozy together, in the soft golden glow of bookshop lamps.
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I'm sticking my fingers through the bars, tell me about hannity please I beg
OH MY GODDD OH MY FUCJING GOD ITS HAPPENING OK. SO.
'hannity' is my nickname for my c!tntduo au inspired by this incredible fanart where c!wilbur and c!quackity are the protagonists of the crime thriller show Hannibal
Wilbur Soot is a disgraced former FBI agent who was, for a long time, FBI's golden boy: he started young and was very talented as a criminal profiler, being the definitive piece to solving many big, complex cases that got tons of media attention–which might have been a bad thing if he wasn't also an incredible public speaker–, quickly becoming both head of his own team and a well-known public figure, all the while having a lovely wife and kid.
That was, until about four years ago, before… The Incident. It's hard to say what exactly happened but what just about any person that keeps up with the news knows is that, seemingly overnight, Wilbur Soot: 1) lost his mind and tried to blow up a building 2) was found not guilty by reason of insanity, and was only sentenced to a year in a mental health facility (...to the disapproval of a lot of the public).
He now teaches criminology to FBI trainees and aside from his job lives completely removed from the rest of the world, meaning both the eye of the public and the attempts at connection from his family and friends.
Wilbur is not allowed to go back to the field, not does he particularly wants to (it's hard to say what exactly he wants) but that doesn't stop the head of the FBI, known as The Warden, from–amid an unsolvable and urgent case–pushing him back into it anyways, despite strong protests from Wilbur's colleague and former best friend Doctor Niki Nihachu, who fears both for others safety and for Wilbur's sanity.
So, as a means of tracking Wilbur's mental health and making sure going back to work won't break him, The Warden orders him to start therapy with Doctor Alexis Quackity Schlatt, renowned psychiatrist, talented gastronomer and widow to infamous gay Republican Senator J. Schlatt.
Quackity is intelligent, cultured, and seems to understand Wilbur better than anyone can, and throughout the session Wilbur and Quackity develop a deep and complex relationship, while Wilbur has to navigate being a criminal profiler again, but he will come to learn that Quackity might have a bigger connection to his work on the FBI than he innitially thought…
ok lmao i have no idea how good of an introduction to this topic this is but i really just wanted to get out there the basic premise and all that we initially know about Wilbur's character. the core of this story is really a character study of Wilbur as well as the development of this… very Interesting relationship. and you bet your ass their gonna get psychocompetitive up in here.
i'm trying not to spoil anything Big big but if anyone wants to ask follow up questions my inbox is always open lol. it's very ctnt focused but some other characters that will have a role in this (either on screen or by having a Meaningful background relationship to the mains) are: Schlatt, Niki, Sam, Tubbo, Tommy, Hannah, Sapnap and Karl, and Ranboo.
thank you so much for asking!!! :3
#im at a party i have to go be at a party if theres any mistakes its because of that#hannity#love you anon
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matt
You can absolutely just quit! There are hundreds of other jobs out there that allow you to sleep in your own bed, not being up at odd hours answering your phone, not traveling the world on the drop of a hat! Stop playing the victim here! At the end of the day, you want the job, that’s why you won’t leave. You like the job! Just be honest, Hannah! You like that world and you are enjoying yourself! If you weren’t happy, you’d leave, like every other person at a shitty job! *he took a deep breath, hating to see you cry, he was angry at you yes but he loved you dearly and the sight of you being so upset made his stomach roll with guilt, but he couldn’t stand down, you needed to know how he felt* You knew exactly what you were doing when you interviewed for the job and when you accepted it… you knew I’d never be okay with it, and you took it anyways. You can apologize all day, Hannah, but it doesn’t change anything unless you quit. *he walks over to you, cupping your cheeks and looking down at you, giving you one last chance, wanting you to take it* Quit. Just quit and we can be happy… we can work through this, we can find you another job to fund your career and your dreams. Just tell me you’ll quit, Hannah…
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*you didn’t understand and I was tired of trying to explain it to you when you’d already made up your mind about it* None that would pay like this! It wouldn’t have to be long with this money..*trails off as you were so engrossed in your rant, overwhelmed with my tears and burying my face in my hands for a moment before you were cupping my cheeks, looking up at you with red rimmed watery eyes, cheeks flushed and feeling so broken about this when you ask me to quit, my brows furrowing and looking away from your gaze, body trembling a little with my tears as i shake my head slightly* I-I can’t. Matt, I c-can’t. *pauses, never thinking you’d be the type to offer me an ultimatum but now that you had I knew for sure you’d never truly try and work it out whilst I had this job, stepping back a little out of your hold* W-We can still be happy, we can work on this. *whispers but knowing at least for this moment you wouldn’t want to*
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TGIF: Roundup for January 13, 2023
This week we released the new edition of our SOLA Network Magazine! We thank God for last year and we thank you for your support. Download it for free and share it with your friends as a great way to be introduced to the work we do at SOLA Network.
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“Danger”
Character: Captain Isabella Steele
Location: Tennessee on her fathers farm.
Time: 0500.
Date: July 9th, 2010.
Non-Smut Writing
Triggers; Military, cursing, blood,killing of an animal.
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“You have got to be kidding me..” the female sighed under her breath and looked at the time. 0500 she couldn’t sleep longer. Even if she tried she knew she would be staring blankly at the ceiling for hours until her father woke up. So she put on her workout clothes and went for a morning run. The day was beautiful; morning fog covering the farm land turning it into a zombie like mist. Most people would be turned off at the thought of the idea- but it was peaceful to Isabella.
Since she had returned home on leave her routine stayed fairly the same back at home. Days went by slowly. Bella would wake up, workout, take care of the farm with her father, eat dinner, sleep; then repeat. Day in and day out. Even though Joseph Steele seemed to be more lenient in his older age the female could tell he still hated her. No amount of distance would change that. During the day he would mostly ignore his daughter, commenting rudely on how she could be doing something different in the barn. When they did have a conversation it was strictly about the land or military.
Joseph was the type of father that never said I love you to Bella growing up, never hugged her, or sat down and had a serious heartfelt conversation with her. During dinner he would sit across from Isabella just staring at her as she ate her food. Watching her with his dreaded deep brown eyes. Bella remembered staring into them from time to time wondering if he even had a soul behind them. Maybe everything in his mind was blank- gone. Isabella knew why he hated her, tried for a long time trying to show Joseph that she deserved to be alive- there. But he didn’t ever acknowledge her for long.
Ever since Bella was born he hated every inch of her. Hannah was dead because of her. His wife had died giving birth to Isabella, back in 1988 the technology was rather shitty when it came to babies. Even worse when it came to mothers. Isabella was born with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck- causing Hannah to have a C-Section birth. Once she was sown up the doctors didn’t mind the mother, only her newborn child. In the process Hannah ended up hemorrhaging and dying less than an hour after giving birth. By the time Joseph even held his child his wife was dead.
“Did you get anything?“ Joseph had walked up behind his daughter. Watching over her shoulder as she was in the middle of grabbing a rabbit from her bag. She had found it alone during her run. Maybe a few months old, now suppose to be without its mother just yet. “There wasn’t any others with it- I saw some fur laying around and figured a fox had gotten into their home.”
It was small, fit into Bella’s hands with she cupped them. It wasn’t weak or injured, maybe a bit traumatized is all. “I think I’m going to see if it will eat anything, maybe leave it out in the barn a few days so it can get its bearings.” Isabella watched as its little whiskers pressed against her hand, smelling her. Joseph moved forward and with one hand picked up the rabbit by its ears. It didn’t hurt it, maybe it was a bit confused but it stayed still as it watched him. It’s soft brown eyes looking into Joseph’s dark ones.
“It’s unnatural for something like this to live. When it loses its mother- maybe it’s fate that it dies.” He mumbled deeply. Using his other hand he grabbed its lower body and yanked hard. Without giving Bella a chance to even speak he tore the rabbits head of its body, blood now dripping down its pristine fur and into the grass. “What- why-“
Joseph didn’t let her talk. “It’s unacceptable. Unnatural. Thought you were a fucking solider.” He scoffed as he tossed the rabbits limp body into the grass for his dogs to go after. “Come back from the Middle East acting like a goddamn pussy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at her with his blank dead eyes. Bella didn’t know how to react- her mouth going dry as and stood her ground. He took his bloody hand, lifting up his daughters chin and gripping it as he spoke to her. “You disappoint me. Your mother would feel the same way.” He spat out his words before pulling his hand away. Walking towards the house.
Bella stood there paralyzed in her own thoughts. Breathing in and out hard as she gripped her hand tightly in a fist. Never again.
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Holding Their Newborn Baby (Harry Potter Preference)
Characters: Harry, Ron, Draco, Fred, George, Remus
Requested by @lovinghufflepuffgirl
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Harry
Harry would have so many emotions at once. He’s moved, he’s proud (both of you and the baby), he’s happy, he’s overwhelmed, he’s excited. Overall, he’s just thankful that he has a little baby. A few tears escape him, because he feels like all those years and loss and pain were worth it just to get to that moment in his life. He feels like everything will be okay, because he nows has you as well as the baby. He turns to you, both crying and smiling as he gingerly holds his child. “Y/N, do you see our baby? We have a beautiful baby”
Ron
Ron is kind of in shock, because he’s suddenly a father. He just stands there, staring at the baby and being unable to say anything, to move or even breathe. You chuckle in amusement and tap his arm, bringing him back the ability to move. Taking a deep breath, Ron smiles as he tenderly watches the baby he cradles in his arms. “No offence, Y/N, but you have a competitor, because this baby just stole my heart”
Fred
Fred smiles a little as he’s handed the small and adorabe little baby, his baby, and he delicately holds the child in his arms. When he looks at you, however, he shrugs and pretends like he’s not living the best moment of his life. He would show you that mischievous grin you fell in love with. Fred would call the baby that name he knows you hate, just to get on your nerves. Ultimately, he lovingly smiles at you. “I don’t mind how we call this baby, I just know how much I love this little cutie”
George
George can’ts top smiling, this is the happiest moment of his life and he can’t stop telling you either, trying his best to appear nonchalant even as tears of joy well up in his eyes. He’s in awe when he holds the baby, looking at you with wonder and being very moved and overwhelmed in a good way. He would then smile and show you the baby’s cute face. “Look at our little kid, Y/N, those are your eyes”
Remus
Remus was very nervous and, honestly, scared about having a baby. He was terrified that the child would inherit his lycanthropy, that a poor innocent child would suffer just because he was being selfish. But when he saw the baby and held it in his arms, all worries went out the window. Even if the baby did inhreit his condition, he would love them all the same. In a way, it would be Remus’ chance to start loving himself through the love he has for his kid, with or without lycanthropy. Because, after all, that child you gave him is the best thing he’s ever done.
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