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arienotari · 4 months

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Drowning

Summary: When your worst fear becomes a reality and all you have on the other side is a brown eyed boy.

Pairing: Wally Clark x Reader

Warnings: Death, Drowning, Bullying

Edit: I am terrible at editing, and I tried my best so I'm sorry if you find any mistakes. This is my first full story I am releasing out into the world.

Word Count: 3330

I’ve never liked swimming.

People say it makes them feel free, but I felt anything but free. Every chance I got I avoided water at all costs. It's suffocating. Something about floating in a body of endless water and possibilities always made my skin crawl. One major problem that contributes to my fear is the fact that I can’t swim. I don’t blame anyone for this setback because I've never asked how to or showed interest. My inability to swim didn’t become a problem for me until my senior year of high school. I’ve gotten out of swimming class every year up until now and I had no choice but to take it. I tried to tell the swimming coach and counselors privately that I couldn’t take the class. All they said was I could stay in the shallow end. That I’ll be fine. I believed them.

Word spread quickly throughout my class that I couldn’t swim once they started noticing I wouldn’t leave the 4ft mark. I didn’t really care, all I cared about was getting through the year. I was never really popular which didn’t matter much to me but being in this class never made it more obvious how much I hated it here. I felt eyes on me at all times which only made being in the water worse.

It was March 12, 2015. Only a couple months left of school and then I’d be off to NYU living my dream of being a writer. First I had to get through 4th period swim class of course. I walked into the girls changing room preparing for the next 50 minutes of anxiety as I put my swimsuit on. I folded my dark blue jeans, my gray sweater, and a white tank top with lace on the trim that I wore under the sweater. Making my way to the pool I started putting my hair up in place of a hair cap I seem to have forgotten. Staring at the water I can see the bottom but it doesn’t stop the feeling of wanting to crawl up from my throat. Half the girls were already in the water preparing for a game of volleyball. Step by step down the ladder my hands begin to shake and my mouth becomes dry like I just ate pancakes. I make my way to the back to avoid any confrontation or any chance of being involved in the game. The one thing good about this class is it has a perfect view of the sky. I always get lost staring out at it wondering who’s also looking back. It makes me forget the situation I’m in and my environment. That's until a ball lands in front of me and about 15 girls are looking back at me waiting for my next move. I pick it up with my now calmer hands from before and spike it. Thankfully I made it over to the other side and the girls immediately turned back to the game. Not without some dirty looks but quite frankly I don’t really care. I watch as Mrs. Withers gets a call which seems to be serious as she tells us that she needs to step outside and when the bell rings to just go ahead. It’s only 10 minutes later when the shower bell rings and I feel the crushing weight lift off my shoulders. The other girls split based on which ladder they are closest to heading to the locker room and I help one of the girls get the volleyballs together. Making my way back to solid ground I rush to put the balls away not wanting to be one of the last to leave. I grab a towel on the rack near the other end of the pool as I make my way back seeing the last of everyone leaving. At least that’s what I thought until I heard someone behind me scream “Wait up” before running past me tripping me in the process. Losing my balance I watch as the one who screamed leaves the room leaving me alone. I hit the water with a loud splash waiting to hit the bottom to kick back up only to never feel my feet hit the concrete. I try to reach for the surface but everything I try seems to pull me down further. I panic, feeling my lungs on fire from filling with water. I tried to scream but no one could hear me and no one ever would. Everything was starting to go black and everything was becoming numb. All I could think about was how much I would miss out on. Finally, everything goes dark and I feel like I’m floating but I’m not, I’m being pulled up. I grab onto whoever’s pulling me up as if my life depended on it. Once I reach the surface my lungs fill with air as I begin to cough unbearably with my eyes screwed shut. I feel myself being hoisted up on the ground and out of the water. I’m pulled into the person who saved me as I am unable to move from exhaustion. When the person holds my face to center it I finally open my eyes as I am met with wide brown ones.

“Are you okay”, he’s breathing heavily as I study him blocking out his yell to someone to bring his jacket.

I feel a warm weight on my shoulders seeing its a blue and white letterman jacket out of the corner of my eye.

“Thank you for saving me” I give him a weak smile but all I get in return is an expression filled with nothing but sorrow and guilt.

Still seated on the floor I hear a horrified scream from beside me causing me to whip my head towards the chaos. Suddenly time stops and everything goes silent as I choked out a sob watching as a student and Mrs. Withers pull my body out of the water. The whole class comes to watch as they try to resuscitate me but nothing is happening. I feel the stranger push my head into his chest and I begin to cry harder than before. He repeats “I know’s” and “I’m sorry’s” as my world comes crashing down on me.

Hours later we are still in the same position my hair and clothes dry now along with a tear-dried face. It’s dark outside with only the poolside fluorescent lights to illuminate our two figures. I begin to shiver more and more as the stranger who pulled me out of the water rubs my back and arms.

“We need to get up, you're getting too cold” he whispers, pulling his body to get a better look at me.

I lift myself up getting a better look at him as well as I memorize his long structured face, beauty marks, and brown eyes. After a minute I nod and try to stand up realizing that I’m still exhausted, the position not helping adding to the pain. He helps me steady myself and fully extend as he holds my hands making sure I’m okay.

“You should take a shower and change into your regular clothes, I’ll probably do the same and I will explain everything once we're done. Okay?”, he says softly with an uneasy half-smile waiting for my response.

“Okay,” I whisper back at him not wanting to raise my voice feeling it’ll be too much to handle.

His smile fills out more as he nods and begins to turn away to do the same tasks as me. I begin to turn away as well before I realize I never got the guy's name who pulled me out of the pool and stayed with me for hours.

“What’s your name?,” I said, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking away.

He looks down at my hand holding his arm which makes me see I’m still holding onto him causing me to let go.

“Wally, Wally Clark”, he said with a wide smile that made me feel alive again for just a split second.

After warming up from the shower I changed into my clothes from before that were neatly folded. As I begin to walk out of the locker room I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look back at the girl staring at me feeling disconnected from who she was or what she could’ve been. I take a heavy breath before opening the door to leave and face the reality of my situation. Stepping into the hall, the school looked unnatural to me with the lights off. I look over and see a less wet and cold Wally approach me with the same smile as before.

“How was the shower? Do you feel better?”, he asked one right after the other.

“The shower was good and I’m doing the best I can with the fact that I am already dead,” I said, peering up at him only noticing now how tall he really is.

“I know it's hard and I’m sorry it happened this way but I will try to explain everything the best I can.”, he said, extending his elbow out for me to take it as we began to walk further down the halls.

And Just like he said Wally kept his word and explained everything to me that he could. Like how we’ll never be able to leave school grounds unless we pass on. He also showed me all the other kids stuck here just like us and told me how some passed. As well as the weird support group that the kids attend in the gym. Even though he’d joke he never sugar-coated anything, which I couldn't help but appreciate. I won’t lie, the first couple of weeks were rough. I was plagued by the memory of what happened as well as the thoughts of the future I’ll never get. It definitely didn’t help that everyone at school was mentioning it and not in a sorrowful way. During those few weeks, Wally helped a lot with trying to be a distraction so I wouldn’t focus on others. I guess one of the perks of being dead is being able to duplicate belongings so I was able to get my phone and journal. I found the perfect spot on the football field to just listen to music and lie down. I’d close my eyes and imagine what life could’ve been but I knew I couldn’t do that forever, so I started to write more. It was easier to put my wishes and fantasies on pages without having to dwell on them. I usually kept my writing to myself so around 7:30 every day I’d go to my little bubble of solitude on the field and write. It was May now so the sun would start to set around 8 giving me enough light and a view.

“What are you writing?'' I suddenly hear Wally's voice right next to my ear.

“Jesus Christ Wally you scared me to death”, I said, jumping in reaction to the sudden deep voice, placing my hand on my heart and dropping my journal.

“I mean it's a little too late for that someone must’ve beat me to it.”, he said smiling at me as he sat down next to me grabbing my journal to open it.

I glare at him and snatch my journal back.

“What too soon?”, he said with a stupid grin trying to get my journal back.

“Just a little,” I said, scrunching my nose.

“No but seriously what are you writing? You come out here every day and write in that little journal.” He said leaning back on his arms a bit more to get my full face into view.

I try to hide the blush that has crept up on my face when I realize that he’s been watching me come out here. After a moment I brush my hair out of my face and am met with those famous brown eyes. I take a deep breath before explaining to him my reasons.

“I don’t want to stay stuck in the living because all it’ll do is bring harm. All I thought about for the past couple of months was what I’ll miss but I never stopped and processed my death. I’ve been hurting for all the things I couldn’t change and it caused me to push anything away, even you. So I thought why not write my wishes and wants down so they don’t stay on my mind. At least this way I can close the journal.” I said with a tiny smile looking up at him as he was staring back intently listening.

“Before I died I wanted to be a writer and I had my whole life planned out, I was going to attend—“

“NYU, I know,” he said, finishing my sentence before I could.

I watch as Wally sits up straighter and scooches closer to me before tilting his head. I can tell he’s trying to figure out what to say because he’s fidgeting with his necklace. I wait for him because there’s no point in rushing, I have all the time in the world.

“I’ve been watching you for a long time,” he says with a breath held in waiting for my response.

One of my eyebrows lifts as I tilt my head in response to the slightly weird statement.

“Oh god, that came out creepier than I meant it to. What I meant to say was even when you were alive I knew who you were.” He said laying back fully down in the grass.

I watched as he covered his eyes with his hands with a frustrated grunt like he was trying to revert into a hole.

“What do you mean?”, I said moving towards his laid position to where I’m now bent over leaning towards him leaving my crisscross position to now on my knees.

I grab his hands that are covering his eyes and pull them down to his chest as I hold them to keep him from covering his eyes again. How he’s looking at me I can tell he’s debating with himself. I wait and listen before I watch as he closes his eyes.

“The first time I saw you was during your freshman year in the library. I was looking for something to watch for group movie night. I had Rhonda yelling at me in one ear and Charlie telling me something in the other. I was getting a little annoyed but then I looked between the bookshelves and there you were.” He takes a pause to look at me and I squeeze his hand in return to continue.

“You were tucked into the corner where the bookshelves meet, where no one could see you. In your hands was The Devil’s Highway by Luis Alberto Urrea. I watched as you cried the further you got into the book. After that day I came back to the library every day to see you. I even started picking up some of the books you read, but I couldn't finish half of them though.” He said with a small smile on his face and in his voice.

He sat up which caused him to become closer to me while he took my hands instead of me holding his. He was looking at the grass for a minute while rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles. When he looked up I could see that he was tearing up making my heart ache.

“I knew you had anxiety when it came to swim class because you couldn’t swim so I’d go to try and help. Even though you couldn’t see or feel me, I was always there.” He said lifting his hand up to tuck a loose strand of my hair that fell.

His hand stayed in place as he cupped my cheek and I went to ask why he was tearing up because of this before he spoke.

“I watched you die. I was there and I couldn’t do anything until it was too late, that’s why I was there. I had to watch you struggle knowing I couldn’t grab you or even scream for help.” He said with his voice croaking with the struggle of what he’s had to go through.

My eyebrows furrowed as I watched the walls I built up crumble down with one look at him. I never knew he’d been holding in something like this for so long. If I had known I would’ve never tried to shut him out. I was scared of what had happened and how my life had ended but I never thought about him. He was always there and whenever I needed help he was right by my side. I moved from my position pulling him into a soul-crushing hug. It took him a second to respond to the sudden gesture but after a couple seconds, I felt his arms wrap around me.

“Wally my death wasn’t your fault, I need you to know that.”, I softly spoke while hugging him harder, feeling him return it.

We continued hugging for what felt like years but could never be enough for me to be satisfied. One of my arms is coming up from under his arm grappling his shoulder while the other is around his waist. His arms are wrapped around my waist and I can feel his hands rubbing small circles on my back. Looking up from being tucked away in his shoulder I notice the sun is beginning to set. I begin to pull away and when I make eye contact with him again he’s only a mere few inches away from my face. I raise my hand to brush his hair away from his face as it has flattened from the hug. My hand slips down as it trails from the side of his head to where it now rests on his neck. He’s staring at me the whole time while I do this and when I look up to meet his eyes my heart quickens. Well, I imagined it quickened. There’s something about those brown eyes I’ve grown fond of that makes me feel alive again. His eyes flash down to my lips and back up to my eyes like he’s silently pleading. I give into his wants that now become a need for me and all I can do is nod. His hand comes up to my face pulling me towards him as our lips meet. The kiss felt like everything in my little life led up to this moment. Nothing else seemed to matter to me but the boy in front of me right now who just confessed that he’d been watching me for years. Wally’s the one to pull away first. I slowly opened my eyes to look at him wanting to capture this moment forever. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek and giving me a quick peck. I can’t restrain my gleaming smile as he pulls away for the second time.

“Well I’m glad we got that cleared up”, he laughed as he spoke.

I glared at him while punching him in the arm causing him to fall back but not before dragging me down with him. I land on his chest relaxing in his touch like it’s something I've been craving but have been deprived of. We lay in comfortable silence as I felt Wally rub circles with his thumb on my hip.

“I’m glad it was you who found me. I don't know what I would’ve done” I said, being the first one to disturb the still air.

“I am too,” Wally said into my hair as he kissed the top of my head.

We lay there all night even when the stadium lights came on we just talked about everything and anything. Maybe the afterlife won’t completely suck.

#fanfic #wally clark #wally clark x reader #school spirits #television #x yn #Wally Clark fluff #milo manheim #wally clark imagines

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oldmannapping · 2 months

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Ficlet: Bodyswap (Dick-Jason and Tim-Steph)

Based on my own prompt, which wouldn't leave my brain.

This is a body-swap fic with only the awkwardness. None of the bonding. Just the weird uncomfortable parts. Okay maybe a little of the bonding.

Excerpt:

Across the Cave, a furious voice echoed off stalagmites and startled several bats.

“Why are you so HORNY ALL THE TIME?!”

An indignant, and equally-bat-startling voice immediately responded.

“Why AREN’T you?!”

It seems there was an impasse.

It’s a tale as old as time. Batfamily meets warlock, warlock fumbles a spell, warlock disappears in a cloud of smoke, Batfamily realises they’re body-swapped…

You know. That old classic.

WARNINGS: Mentions of menstruation, mentions of sex drives and sexuality, swearing

Across the Cave, a furious voice echoed off stalagmites and startled several bats.

“Why are you so HORNY ALL THE TIME?!”

An indignant, and equally-bat-startling voice immediately responded.

“Why AREN’T you?!”

It seems there was an impasse.

It’s a tale as old as time. Batfamily meets warlock, warlock fumbles a spell, warlock disappears in a cloud of smoke, Batfamily realises they’re body-swapped…

You know. That old classic.

Dick and Jason were glaring at each other. Themselves. Each other, in each other’s bodies. You've got it, it's not your first rodeo right?

It’s been three days since the unfortunate warlock incident. As well as Jason and Dick, Tim and Stephanie have also been body-swapped in a move that seemed particularly designed by the spell/universe to cause maximum rage to Steph and mortification to Tim.

Jason and Dick have refused to allow the team to be locked down because Fuck Off, You Can’t Tell Me What To Do (Jason) and Bruce For The Good Of The Team We Need Some Space Because If We Murder Each Other It Will Be Bad For Morale (Dick).

Bruce might have held out for longer but Alfred’s visiting family in England and without his arched brow of British judgement, Bruce tends to let his children pick whichever course of action seems like it will cause the least about of hassle to Bruce’s personal routine.

He didn’t love them in the Cave 24/7 either. He’s had to ship Cass and Damian off to one of his nicer safehouses because having to manage four moody, hormonal, body-swapped vigilantes was hard enough without the mental load of school pickups and packed lunches. He misses Alfred. He’s hiding in his office at the moment, getting more Wayne Enterprises work done than he has in years.

Jason and Dick, and Tim and Stephanie, have spent three days in each other’s bodies, absolutely not patrolling or going anywhere that they’re likely to be recognised, but exercising and getting coffee and generally behaving like prisoners on day release. Zatanna has assured them that these sorts of spells usually fizzle out after less than a month, so it’s just a waiting game.

Apparently, they are bored. Apparently, they’re getting on each other’s nerves again.

Jason, in Dick’s body, has just raked his hands through his hair and pulled it nearly hard enough to rip it out.

“Why are you so HORNY ALL THE TIME!?” he has bellowed.

Dick’s reaction is to pull Jason’s body to its full height in indignation. “Why AREN’T you?” he shouts back.

Jason is at the end of his rope. “Everyone you see!” he says, pointing a finger at Dick. “I was just going for a fucking RUN. I just wanted some exercise, because this fucking body can’t go three minutes without goddam MOVING. And it just wouldn’t SHUT UP.”

He’s so mad. He continues: “This fucking body checks out EVERYONE. You’re constantly just sizing people up and thinking about boning them. ALL THE FUCKING TIME.”

Dick is also mad. “That’s not true!” he rebuts. “I notice people! We’re trained to be observant! Yeah, one of the things I notice about them is attraction. That’s NORMAL. That’s what people DO. At least I’m not thinking about the best ways I could incapacitate some poor 15-year-old barista.”

Jason flares Dick’s nostrils. “I do NOT think about hurting kids.”

Dick scoffs. “No, you think about hurting EVERYONE. Everyone you see is a threat. How could I take this person down? Am I stronger than this person? Is that lady hiding a gun in that baby stroller? All day long! You think that’s normal? You think that’s better than noticing if someone’s attractive?”

“It’s more fucking useful, especially in our line of work. You think you’ll ever save the day with a heroic boner?”

“Oh my god stop talking about it!”

“I wish I could stop THINKING about it! I had to SHOWER in this goddam body. Do you know how hard it is to ignore someone else’s boner in your shower? I nearly punched myself in the dick, pun fucking intended.”

Dick makes Jason’s teeth grind. “Do NOT break my penis.”

Jason points at Dick again like he’s a giant disobedient dog. “I will get your FUCKING nipples pierced if this body has one more hard on. I’m not fucking around.”

Dick flails Jason’s huge arms. His fluid, lithe movements look very out of place on a muscle-bound heavyweight. Almost campy. “I have literally ZERO control over that right now. You realise that right? You realise you sound ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who conditioned your body to be like this. Make it stop!”

“I don’t know if you forgot about this part of puberty or if you were just too busy being angry and emo and FARTING to notice, but boners are a fact of life, suck it up.”

“Firstly, some of us actually eat vegetables - YOU need more fibre in your diet, Grayson, don’t get me started on that – and secondly, sorry I didn’t condition myself to repress freakish amounts of lust. I must have been too busy DYING and being RESURRECTED and BRAINWASHED BY THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS.”

“Oh my god WE GET IT, YOU DIED. You cannot use that to win every argument. Stop being so angry in my body, I can feel how gross and grouchy yours is all the time and I don’t want you infecting mine.”

“That’s funny, since I’m probably keeping your body the cleanest it’s been since you were fifteen, you horny maniac.”

“There’s a difference between feeling attraction and acting on it! It’s NORMAL to notice people in a sexual way! Don’t shame me!”

“Stop saying ‘attraction’, this is not attraction, this is Ivy-level mind-fogging crotch-throbbing run-ruining-“

“Just because all YOU think about is violence and murder, don’t get mad at me for having a sex drive!”

“I’m not mad at you for having a sex drive! I’m mad at you for making ME have your sex drive!”

“I didn’t cast this spell!”

“I know!”

“There’s nothing wrong with being sexual and expressing it with whoever I want, as long as they’re consenting!”

“I know! I support you! I couldn’t give a fuck who you bone and I don’t want to think about it, but I support it!”

“Good!”

Steph and Tim are standing a few feet away, watching hypnotically. Steph uses Tim’s bony elbow to nudge him in her ribs. She whispers something to him and he snorts a laugh, then freezes.

“Um,” he says in Steph’s voice, expression tight. “I think you might need to teach me how to use a tampon. Or, uh. Sanitary pad. Whichever you’re most comfortable with. Or. Um. Maybe your body just peed? Many women develop incontinence after childbirth, so it’s fine, I just. Uh. I just want to know what I’m dealing with here.”

Steph gapes at him. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She grabs her phone and swears when the fingerprint ID doesn’t work. Jabbing in her PIN, she swipes to her period tracker app. “Fuck. Un-fucking-believable.”

Ten minutes later, Steph and Tim emerge from the Cave’s bathrooms with grim expressions, not meeting each other’s eyes.

Tim, valiantly trying to remain scientific, offers, “I didn’t know it smelled different than normal blood.”

Steph digs Tim’s nails into his palms. “Stop talking.”

Tim cannot stop talking. “I just mean. I’ve been around a lot of blood, but never, you know. That kind of blood. And I never thought about how, in its basic composition, it’s not just blood, it’s also endometrial cells and cervical lining so of course it would be different.”

“Stop. Talking.”

Tim is a nervous talker. “And also, good idea on using the gloves and applicator. That way I didn’t have to touch any, um, you know, touch your, touch you when I was doing the. Yeah. Not that it would be gross or bad to touch you, I mean. You’re very. Great. And women are. So brave. Every month. But it’s just. You know. It’s not. I mean you consented, but in this situation, is it really consent, since this whole thing is kind of coercive, since you don’t REALLY have control over your-“

“SHUT UP!”

Dick and Jason raise their heads like meerkats from where they’ve ended up facing off with their phones, stubbornly shout-reading each other google search results for “normal male sex drive” and “how do I know if I’m asexual”.

“Everything okay over there?” asks Dick, Jason’s deeper voice carrying easily across the Cave.

“Fine!” say Steph and Tim in tandem.

“Totally natural and normal!” adds Tim helpfully. “We’re totally comfortable. We’re blossoming. We’re very healthy.”

Steph groans. “I cannot believe I used to date you.”

Part Two

#batfamily headcanons #red hood #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfamily #nightwing #tim drake #stephanie brown #batman fanfiction #bodyswap au #asexual jason todd #not asexual dick grayson #sexually-ambiguous jason todd #sex-positive Jason Todd

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ifhoonlvr · 1 year

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NSFW TXT LINK AHEAD !!

minors don’t interact !!

18++

enjoy babes ~ !!

YEONJUN - Ever since you sent those videos he’s been off the edge ever since, not being able to get off since he was so busy. So as soon as he came home he went to your shared house before fucking you right there and then on the couch. “You think you can just get away with that? Hm? Send me those naughty-n-naughty video..” He fucked your brains out for the rest of the night to teach you a lesson. If you knew he would fuck your like this you would probably do it more often. “It feels good baby.?” “you should even be able to cum.. I had to go through so much because of you”

SOOBIN - You guys haven’t fucked in a while and as soon as he pulled down his pants you were kinda nervous. “What’s wrong bunny? Nervous? Don’t worry, it’ll fit.” He said with a wide smirk on his face which made you even more wet. He started off slow as you asked until you gave him the green light and started fucking you like there was no tomorrow. “What wrong bunny? Cant handle it?” “Aww is it to much for my little baby bunny..?” I just felt the need to also add the link for soobin. Soobin’s size kink lowkey crazy.

BEOMGYU - He couldn’t wait any longer and had to take you there. You were on the game all day long yet you can’t give him some attention. He’ll have to get your attention some way. “Does it feel good baby?” “You feel so good when I stuff you full..” “y-yes baby ah-“ His speed grew and grew until he slowed down. “Well that’s to bad, you shouldn’t be able to cum” And know he would fuck you so good but you couldn’t cum he overstimulated the fuck outta you. He finally let you cum after what felt like hours. “My baby did so well”

TAEHYUN - He has big muscles just like his dick. At first it was just a steamy make out in the shower until it got very steamy right after you said, “baby , your muscles are so big..” you said running your fingers up and down his arms and stomach abs. “You think so love?” “Of course-“ He went wild he turned off the shower and started fucking you so hard, you saw stars. “Hmm, yes baby take my big fat cock..” He started fucking you so good , wanting release so bad. “yes , take daddy’s cock, just like that baby” He then felt you squeeze around his cock , knowing you were about to release. “yes my love, cum on daddy’s cock..” he said as he stuffed you with his fat load.

KAI - You’ve been bouncing on his cock for who knows long , you just couldn’t stop , it felt so good. “Mmm just like that..” he then began to thrust into you “o-oh my god baby.. it feels so good” he said throwing his head back. You then bounced on him even faster chasing your high. “Mmm yes hyuka”

a/n - this took way longer then I thought it would.. I hope you guys enjoyed tho !! - 💋

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earthry · 9 months

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Hello love I know your requests are closed, but i have to get it out of my system and tell to you about it (please just ignore me) I can't stop thinking about the idea of papas breaking up with reader to protect them and even telling them 'I never loved you' because this way it will be a faster way for reader to move on and stop asking question to their papa, BUT i think the even more angstiest plot twist would be if it was the exactly same day when reader was ready to tell her papa she's pregnant. A few months/weeks after this whole breaking out thing he could by accident find out about 'the news' (im sorry for taking your time, but this thing is on my mind literally on a loop for days and i think you're angst enjoyer just like me ALSO i hope you have an amazing weekend)

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Aksjshsh ANON it’s funny cause I literally had something almost exactly like that in my discarded drafts snsbsbsb I don’t really plan on finishing it or writing a full HC for it, but here's a little treat just for you. You can imagine any Papa here <3

tw: pregnancy, slut-shaming, self deprecation, hurt/comfort, angst, breaking up, happy ending! please keep in mind this is mostly unedited and just randomly written out spur of the moment.

After the breakup, everything he does reminds him of you.

It was a mistake— thinking that breaking up with you would set you on the right path, a better one. You had a whole life ahead of you, he didn’t want you wasting it by waiting for him every time he left for tour or had to cancel plans to attend to his papal duties.

He can see the toll it takes on you, the crestfallen expression you think you hide so well when he has to leave a date night early or when he has to call a rain check. The anxiety vibrating off you when you text him after a new concert video is released of him flirting with the audience, asking if it's okay to get reassurance that it’s just an act.

He needed to let you go.

It broke his heart to, but he in his eyes it was setting you free for your own good. You would never let him go if you knew his reasoning— he knew this so he had to make it seem like he didn’t want you anymore.

You didn’t believe him at first, begging him to open up to you and to stop joking around. You were convinced something or someone must have said something; the Papa you knew loved you, he wouldn’t suddenly fall out of love so quickly or be so cruel.

So he aims for the heart. He tells you it wasn’t really real, that it was all a game to him to play house for a while because he was curious. Now that his curiosity has been sated and he is bored, he sees no reason to keep you around.

It hurts him to say so, and he will never forgive himself for it, but he tells you that he never loved you in the first place, that you were just another body. That you were so easy to bed, it only took a few sweet words and you had already fallen so hard. He calls you laughable. Pathetic. A whore. He laughs as tears begin to gather, taunting you when you run out crying.

You avoid him after that— and he has his Ghouls deliver anything that you’d left in his room to your old room.

You toss the positive pregnancy test that you were waiting for the perfect moment to show him— it seems like there would be no perfect moment, there would be no moment at all.

He may not have loved you, but you did. Despite the pain, you can’t imagine a universe that you wouldn’t keep his baby.

You just don’t know how he’ll react. Once upon a time you had thought he would never ask you to get rid of the baby, that he would ask you what you wanted first and respect that decision. But you had also thought he loved you just as much and you were so very wrong.

You try hiding it as long as you can but eventually your belly gets too round to conceal.

You can see the realization cross his face in real time and when he tries approaching, you can’t help but look at him with hurt, fearful eyes. All it takes is for you to rest a protective hand on your stomach to tell him what he wanted to know.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, “I’m sorry, please don’t make me—“ you swallow back a soft sob, unable to even finish the sentence.

Of all the things he’s ever done, leading a satanic church, promoting sin and pleasure and corruption, this will forever be what he feels guiltiest for.

He doesn’t even think before reaching for you, trying to pull you into his arms to comfort. Can't think of anything else except that right now he needs to soothe you, needs to fix this.

Before, you would have melted into his embrace straight away. Now, however, you struggle and push him back.

He lets you, not wanting to force anything, not wanting to distress you. It’s bad for you— and the baby.

"Tesoro," He tries, gentling his tone as much as he can, holding his hands out with his palms up in an attempt to show that he means no harm, "Shh, shh— I won't make you, I'm not mad. I promise."

You don't believe him and he can tell from the way you are holding yourself— like a house of cards one blow from caving in. You don't know if you can do this again.

He had made promises before, too. Promises you had foolishly believed with naivety. How could you be so stupid, so gullible? To believe that out of all the people in the ministry, in the world, he would choose you? That Papa Emeritus himself could love you.

You should have seen it from the start but you had been too in love with him, too busy making sure you could be enough for him, only to realize that you never would be. There's a sinking realization that you were never enough in the first place.

You never meant anything, after all. He said it himself.

You wonder how it must have felt for him, to have to deal with your inadequacy and even your desire to learn how to make things feel good for him because you had little experience. He must have found it laughable, he certainly told you so.

You were laughable. Pathetic. Whore.

To want to be good at the one only thing you were good for... you wonder how he was able to stand you that long.

You put distance between you and him, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. He looks pained and you're having trouble figuring out what.

Was it because it would ruin his reputation? To have knocked up someone like you?

"I won't say anything," you rush out, "No one will know it's yours, please. Please let me keep it. Please."

"Amore mio—"

"I'm not your 'amore'. I never was, never will be. It's okay I understand that now. Please let me k-keep it."

"I..." He wants to say more, he wants to comfort you and hold you. But he doesn't really have a right to anymore and he can tell how upset you are, he doesn't want to aggravate you any further. "Yes, yes you can keep it. I won't interfere, you have my word."

You still look doubtful and he adds, "I swear to Lucifer himself."

There's a little more reassurance in that. You know him enough to know he wouldn't say those words lightly, even if he had lied to you and toyed with you the way he did. There's a relief that passes over you and you thank him as quickly as you can before dashing off. You hear him shout your name but you don't stop and he doesn't follow.

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INSERT PAPA DOING HIS BEST TO MAKE UP AND DO EVERYTHING HE CAN TO MAKE YOU HAPPY. LOTS OF SELF LOATHING FOR PAPA BECAUSE HE DID A FUCKYWUCKY.

Eventually there's a moment where you ask why he's being nice, why he's doing this and he tells you he loves you and you call him a liar. He then admits his mistake and apologizes. He says he'll never do it again and will wait until the end of time for your forgiveness if necessary. Or if you never give it, he will wait forever even after the end of time. He is at your mercy.

You eventually warm up to him with hesitation, but you're cautious and always bracing yourself for the catch, for the bad things to happen again.

Papa continues doing his best to support you and be there for you and when he shows his dedication by being there for the birth of his baby and being there for you the entire time, you finally let him back in and offer him the first olive branch by asking him if he would like to hold his child for the first time.

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hi! i loved your fic about abby so much! really one of the best I've ever read <3

can you write hcs about abby and how supportive she would be with her girlfriend being a volleyball player? like.. help her before an important game, the sexual tension when they argue after reader lost a-and all

thank you for everything!

i hope i did this justice! thank you so much for the ask and the kind words!! <3

prefacing this by saying my knowledge of volleyball (and most sports in general) are ranked somewhere between -0 and 0%. (i’m a formula 1 girlie i like cars going zoom)

this is generally sfw but it gets a bit smutty as per (minors do not interact i know where you live i’ll make your parents take your phone away😡).

pregame!abby who gives you snacks and water, feeding you information on the other team (which you’re sure is not allowed).

pregame!abby making you a playlist to hype you up, sneaking silly songs in there to make you de-stress a little.

pregame!abby sitting you on her lap, hyping you up in front of your teammates, whispering in your ear how good she’s gonna fuck you if you win.

wholesome pregame!abby who kisses you on the forehead, who tells you “go get em baby” before every game. (she can’t resist swatting your ass as you leave).

pregame!abby getting all handsy with you, riling you up before the game so you can take it out on the other team.

pregame!abby letting you re-braid her hair when you get all nervous and fidgety before a game.

game day!abby who wears your gets mouthy with the ref over every tiny incident, standing off to the side arms crossed.

game day!abby who cheers louder than anyone else, shouting “that’s my girl” every time you score.

game day!abby trash talking the other team, pretending it’s someone else when the ref looks her way (she’s on her final warning).

game day!abby giving you pep talks between sets, making sure you rehydrate, reassuring you when your team is down a few points.

postgame!abby letting you sit silently in the passenger seat, hand on your thigh. after a loss she knows you’re disappointed in yourself even though it was a team effort, but she also knows coming at you glass half full will just piss you off.

postgame!abby doing little things, running you a bath, stocking up on your favourite snacks, ordering your favourite takeout, putting on your favourite movie even though she thinks it’s dumb.

postgame!abby who’s been waiting for you to snap, knowing that at some point all of that self depreciation and anger is gonna come pouring out.

postgame!abby knowing that you’re not angry at her, nor do you mean to take it out on her but she’ll take it if it makes you feel better.

postgame!abby refusing to touch you until you fix your attitude, making your moods even worse. it’s a game of cat and mouse, who will cave first? (she knows it’s you)

postgame!abby doing everything she can to get under your skin, lingering touches only to deny you later on, sitting you on her lap lips tracing your neck, fingers skirting along your hips until you reach a breaking point, then nothing.

postgame!abby finally having enough of your bratty behaviour, pinning you down against the plush sofa, completely overpowering you, crowding you with her scent and her touch not giving you what you want until you ask her.

postgame!abby who definitely edges her pretty girl until she’s quite literally on her knees begging for it, and then overstimulating you until you’re a blubbering mess. she’s so in tune with you, she knows it’s exactly what you need to release that tension. to finally talk instead of pushing her away.

postgame!abby who praises the shit out of you. yeah you both get off on it, but right now she’s all about rebuilding your self esteem and a little bit (a lot) of praise never hurt anybody.

postgame!abby with the sweetest aftercare, bathing you, wrapping you up in the comforter, hydrating you, feeding you, letting you talk. telling you how proud she is no matter if you win or lose.

just sweet abby and her volleyball girl <333

#anons 🫶🏾#anon request #khi says hi #angel khi #abby anderson x f!reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson smut #abby anderson hcs

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deeneedsaname · 18 days

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Megamind Sequel, animation, and the apparently-forgotten era of CGI shows

Alright guys, buckle up, it’s time to talk about Megamind and the sequel/show!

Let’s start with the basics: two new additions to the Megamind world are coming out: a tv show called “Megamind Rules!”, and a sequel movie, Megamind Vs the Doom Syndicate. Obviously, the first thing everyone noticed was the animation quality lacking in comparison to the first movie. Then, people quickly reacted either agreeing or complaining that people were complaining, etc.

Yes. The animation is not as good as the movie, or as good as what people have come to expect from CGI nowadays. This is NOT the fault of the animators, obviously!

But I think we can all temper our reactions by remembering a few key points!

This sequel is not the grand ‘Megamind 2’ people have been dreaming of. Will Ferrell is not voicing Megamind and the animation looks funky, I know. Therefore, we can’t think of this as a movie going to theaters, but a sort of direct-to-tv/direct-to-dvd sequel. Think Cinderella 2, Ice Age Buck Wild, Aladdin 2: The Return of Jafar, etc!

To put the expectations of the Megamind 2 of our dreams on this movie and series is unfair to it. This is the equivalent of a direct-to-DVD disney sequel that you didn’t hear about until I years later and were like ‘wait, there’s a Tarzan 2???’ in the middle of a drug store (that was a shocking day.) Enjoy it for what it is!!

2. The modern CGI animation consumer has been spoiled rotten. Yes, that includes lots of animation enthusiasts! Back in the day, particularly in the 2010s, ‘poorly’ animated TV shows based on a popular movie were pretty common, ESPECIALLY for dreamworks! Meet some of the examples:

Kung-Fu Panda, Legends of Awesomeness

Aliens Versus Monsters

Penguins of Madagascar

This is NOT a knock on those shows, especially on their quality. Personally, I think Penguins of Madagascar had great animation quality, especially in the later seasons. CGI animation for television is a different beast and doesn’t have the same budget as a movie. (Also, Penguins Of Madagascar show was fantastic, 10/10, no notes, INCREDIBLE music changed lives etc etc.)

Nowadays, CGI animated shows have animation quality comparable to movies, including some Dreamworks ones, such as Kung Fu Panda show Paws of Destiny, or Cars on the Road, the really fun cars short series!

3. The good points!! There is a lot to like about this! The Doom Syndicate is actually pretty cool, as they were first mentioned in I believe the art book, a video game, and an original draft of a sequel film (don’t quote me on that)

Not only that, but ROXANNE IS STILL THERE!! This may seem small, but it’s been common in the past for female love interests to be thrown away and replaced, often because a voice actress couldn’t come back (that’s part of why I loved Puss in Boots 2 so much: Kitty Softpaws had her same voice actress and was still an integral part of the plot just like the first movie) Roxanne still being part of the cast and still being with Megamind is not something to take for granted.

4. Is it disappointing that the long-awaited sequel isn’t a full-blown theatrical release? Yes. Is it disappointing that the voices aren’t returning? Also yes. However…

TL;DR - Megamind 2 and the show should be taken for what they are: a 2010s style tv series and a direct to dvd sequel respectively, this is NOT the fault of any animator, and is not necessarily indicative of quality of writing. Enjoy it for what it is!

#Megamind #megarox #megamind 2 #megamind vs the doom syndicate #megamind x roxanne #roxanne ritchi #megamind 2010 #megamind rules #I still have to watch both: I am WILDLY behind on my tv watching but im catching up!!

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Like I Would | Abby Anderson x fem!reader

Warnings: I could say mdni but they are going to do it anyways so just be mindful that this is +18 and I’m not responsible of the things you watch on this godforsaken site. SMUT, Sub!abby, thigh riding, oral sex (Abby receiving), afab!reader, teasing and I think that’s it but tell me if I missed something

A/N: oh my fucking god this took ages to writeeee, but anyways, hi there!! This is the first time I write for Abby so please excuse me if this is bad (hopefully not because I really liked the result) and also I haven’t wrote smut in ages so excuse that too. I’m not an English native speaker so any mistakes I’m not aware of please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 2.1k

"So... are you telling me that he went in dry?" You said this in clear distress to your best friend, Abby.

"Yes?" she said with a little hesitation in her voice.

"And you're still seeing that guy? No wait, let me rephrase that, you're still letting that guy fuck you?" You were astonished by the information Abby just shared. She was so damn perfect, yet somehow she was never properly satisfied in her many experiences with sex.

Why am I not the one in your bed every night?

"I mean, he had a nice time, and that was definitely hot." Oh, fuck no, she did not just say that.

"Shut up, Abby; that's fucked up, dude."

"I mean, what can I say? I take pleasure in seeing people get pleased by me."

"I mean, that's valid! Of course, but that is very different from just letting a guy use you as a sex doll without even making you cum! That's just bad sex, Bibi." You know it; you know that if you just had a chance, you could show her how fucking good she can feel.

"Ok, stop bothering me. Owen is like that. He's rough. It's fine. I can take it." Of course Owen is like that; he’s an idiot.

"Abbyyyy, that's not the issue, and you know it."

Come on, a chance, just one single chance, Abigail, please.

Let me fuck his name away, please

You begged, you literally begged in your mind, to be the one to show Abby that release she was desperately looking for.

"Well, miss know-it-all, if you're going to roast the shit out of me, at least tell me what I'm doing wrong."

"Abby, you're choosing the wrong guys. They can't please you."

They are not me.

"They can't?" The cockiness in her voice could be heard a mile away.

Shit, what game are we playing?

"Of course they can’t, I'm telling you! They just don't know what to do with you. They don't know how to properly treat you, Bibi."

They don’t know, but I do and you know it

"Oh, lord, then who knows? Who knows how to treat me? You?" That fucking giggle she let out after voicing the question...

You were taken aback by it. You had the thought before, every damn night, of Abby all over you, kissing her hungrily like you were starved, your lips biting and sucking every inch of her body, marking her as yours, screaming your name like it was a fucking prayer, like she wanted God to be a witness of the sin happening between you two. Of course you had the thought before...

Fuck it, I’m fucking you.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"I said yes; I'm pretty sure I can do it."

"Then do it; make me fucking cum."

There was something in Abby’s eyes that told you how much she wanted you, how much she craved you, and how much she needed you.

With little to no hesitation, you aggressively pulled her lips into yours, the couch creaking with the sudden movement of your body towering over her. Straddling her hips, her hand traveled to your neck while yours got entangled in her hair, pushing her face impossibly closer to yours.

Her scent makes you dizzy even to remember; your whole senses were full of her; you were breathing her, touching her, and hearing her; she was being engraved in your mind like stone; her body warmth was surrounding your body, making you feel hot and heavy.

Your lips left the comfort of hers to travel to her neck. "Please, just, fuck, just..." she mumbled.

Abby’s head was empty; your body was caging her between the couch, and the way your lips were kissing her soft, velvet skin made her sigh dreamily and made your core ache in agony.

But this wasn’t about you; it was about her.

You started spreading little bites that made her whimper, just so you could smooth out the ache on her red and burning skin afterwards with your tongue, licking on the spots where a mark would be noticeable tomorrow.

You guided Abby to your bed, stumbling into the furniture of your little apartment, and then kicking open the door of your bedroom. Abby sat on your bed, her lips only leaving yours just to tear her shirt and pants away, leaving her only in her fucking black boxers.

The thing is, you’ve been fantasizing about that slutty piece of clothing since the first time you saw her waistband peeking over her jeans, just there, resting and calling you to tear them apart and make her yours there and then.

She lays on your pillows, watching you discard your shirt on the floor. Your nipples perked up because of the sudden cold air that hit them.

"You are so fucking beautiful," she said with her hands traveling to your hips, guiding you to rest on top of her again, now being her the one pressing kisses all over your chest and toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.

"I know pretty one, but let’s focus on you, shall we?" And with a sudden move, you made Abby straddle you while you rested with your back on the headboard.

You kissed her, and a long whine came out of Abby’s lips. Ready to give her some relief, you grabbed her hips, guiding her to grind her clothed cunt on your bare thigh.

"Holy fuck!" It was sparkling; it literally felt like the sparks that come out of a lighter before the flame comes out to burn everything on its path.

"You like that, huh? You desperate little thing, you love this." Abby never felt more turned on by someone; it was like heaven—like a perverted, hot, and burning heaven—shit that sounded more like hell, but if hell felt this good, she would be the biggest sinner of all just so she could feel you again.

Her movements started to become erratic; she moved faster and harsher; her mouth started to let out little moans and profanities; and your skin was now soaked and dripping just from Abby’s fluids.

"You want to cum pretty one? You deserve this one bibi come on," and with that, a long moan came out of her mouth, your hands guiding her to ride her high.

"Shit, shit, shit, you are so fucking hot," she said, leaning for more kisses, but you dodged her face.

"No uh, lay for me, Abs. Be a good girl." She watched you with doe eyes as she complied, slowly laying in your mattress below you once again. You swear that you have never seen her like this, so compliant and at your mercy. You swore that if you struck a knife on her stomach right now mercilessly, she would accept it and thank you for it. She was in awe of you.

Her mind cleared again when the cold air hit her soaking cunt, and she became aware that you had just removed her boxers and were now staring at that pretty and glistening pussy she had.

"Is this okay?" you asked, seeing how she looked at you like a deer in headlights.

"Yes, just do it, please." The agony in her voice became visible when she stuttered the confirmation. You came closer to her face, leaving some soft and slow kisses all over her face

"Okay, Abs, what do you want me to do?" You said it with the most innocent and indecent tone of yours.

"Wha- what?" She stumbled over the words because, holy fuck, you were unreal.

"Yes, Abby, what do you want me to do?" You said slowly parting her legs with your knee, pressing it in her cunt, and start grinding it slowly just to tease the whiny mess you had underneath.

"Your mouth, your fingers, I want you; please, I want you in me," she finally said, rushing the words out of her mouth.

"Your wish is my command, pretty girl." With that, you kissed your way down, sucking a little bit her nipples and leaving hickeys all over her chest. You made it to her cunt, slowly kissing the inside of her legs.

"Fuck, please y/n, please just do something." God, she was so needy.

You licked a line from her entrance all the way to her clit. She was squirming, so you grabbed her hips aggressively, pinning her to the bed. A loud moan coming from her mouth was your cue to start devouring her cunt like a starved woman, your hands applying bruising strength to her hips to keep her steady while you ate her out in the most ungodly way you knew.

Feeling how wet she was, you slipped two fingers into her, knocking the air out of her lungs. You began curling them at her spongy spot, playing with the pace, and then you added your mouth to the equation.

It was too much, but also not enough, and also perfect. Abby’s hand found its way to your hair, gripping it tightly as the other one covered her mouth to muffle her loud moans.

"Hey no, I want to hear your beautiful sounds, ok? So loose the hand or I’ll have to tie it to the headboard" you said, not liking a little bit how hard she was trying to not make a sound. It was your fucking apartment; if your neighbors had any complaints, they could shove it up their asses. Hell, even if it was God and Satan themselves, they could religiously go suck a dick if they were bothered.

Your unholy pace kept going alongside your delirious way to eat cunt, and hearing Abby moan your name like she was trying to carve it in the walls was a fucking dream come true

And then she felt it—the knot forming in her stomach, begging to be untied. The sweat made loose strands of her hair stick to her forehead, the reflex of her hips buckling upwards towards the stimuli, begging for more. The primal instinct to let out the most beautiful whines and moans you'd ever heard, and the urge to bury your face deeper into her cunt just so she could let all that pressure in her core out in that sweet and strong release she was hoping for.

Your eyes traveled upwards, and you saw Abby's face, eyes completely shut down with tears threatening to fall out, all her face contorted with her brows furrowed, and you knew she was there.

"It's okay, pretty one. You can just let go; it's fine," you said. Abby gasped at the sudden loss of contact while you spoke, but then this sudden feeling of pleasure traveled from her body to her core, making her legs shake and the grip she had in your hair become even harsher. "It's okay, Abby. You can let go," and with this came the orgasm she was begging God to have.

Her cum dripping all over your chin, you helped her ride her high, slowly decreasing the pace your fingers had at her now-abused hole until you saw her visibly relax all the muscles in her body, flopping onto the mattress.

With a last kiss on her puffy clit, you made your way up her body, scanning all the marks you left in her hips from the strength you were using to hold her down and the purplish hickeys forming all over her breasts, proving how good you made her feel.

You kissed away all those tears, showering her face with kisses while whispering sweet nothings and compliments. And then, finally, you kissed her lips with such tenderness, as if she were made of porcelain and you were afraid of breaking her, a complete contrast to your first kiss of the night.

Abby's hand traveled to cup your cheek, while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. She had just experienced her first orgasm during sex, and the entire time, she felt loved and cared for by you, making her weak in the knees.

You pulled away, looking expectantly into her eyes. "So, how was it?" you asked, a little grin forming on your lips.

Abby was so enamored with the view of you on top of her, breathing heavily, blushing cheeks, all sweaty and perfect, that she couldn't speak. She tried your lips just today, and just as quickly as it sounds, she became obsessed with how perfectly your entire existence fit with hers, making her feel complete and incredibly good.

After cleaning up, you lay facing upwards with Abby nestled beside you, burying her face in your neck. Abby was a big, intimidating, and dominant woman most of the time, but sometimes she just wanted someone to take care of her, just as she took care of everyone else. And you were that someone. Tonight, with her whole body pressed into you and your digits tracing shapes on her bare back, you thought while pressing your lips to her forehead.

Hell yeah, I could get used to this.

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underspacegame · 2 months

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We are less than a month out from our Early Access launch. Excited? Sleepless? Suffering from splitting migraines as you try to parse documentation that’s useless to you because Google’s search capabilities have been gutted by corporate ineptitude and your previous talents of being able to figure out solutions and leverage online resources are now useless in the vast overwhelming face of tools that have become completely mediocre in their relentless idiotic pursuit of profits via the lowest common denominator that have degraded any utility to the point of unusability and it’s 3AM and your cat is screaming at you because she wants you to play with a plastic fish she brought you and you’re not supposed to be up this late and you accidentally dropped your last pain medication pill that might have made you at least capable of falling asleep down the drain?

No? Well then, good. Yeah. Let’s talk Early Access and what to expect, to better set your expectations and illuminate what’ll be in and what’ll be not-in.

The thing I want to emphasize over everything else is that we are a very small and overly ambitious team working on a VERY large game with a scope that dwarves even many AAA releases. As it stands and when it launches the amount of content that will be in, at launch, is massive. I have no doubt that many of you will be spending hundreds of hours dredging up every perverse secret the galaxy’s hidden away.

At the same time, we’re a VERY small team. Outside of our asset creators, the only person doing coding, bugfixing, UX, QA response, server integrity, mod support, etc, is me. And just me. This isn’t so much a single developer spinning multiple plates as it is a human trainwreck trying to twirl an entire restaurant, to the severe detriment of his health and sanity.

With all this in mind, our Early Access launch will not launch with the full scope of features and content planned for Underspace. Significantly, multiplayer will launch in a very early state that does not include NPCs, bosses, or the multiplayer campaign. On the singleplayer side, several questlines, extended ship customization and cockpit textures, and many planetside and station interiors will not be included in launch.

These features or content exist or are implemented in a working state, but are often heavily, HEAVILY untested or unpolished, to the point where keeping in game before they’re at least in a state I'd be comfortable with is not something I’m comfortable with.

Before you go off creating posts on various imageboards and badly rebranded social media sites decrying the Underspace apocalypse, keep two things in mind: these features are not gone or cut from the game. It’s much like Todd Howard’s kind smiling visage: even if you can’t see it it’s still there. Watching and waiting. When Early Access releases in April, we will be putting out a nice big roadmap showing a huge amount of upcoming updates to the game. These updates will be staggered out as major releases, which will include these missing pieces of content.

This also includes features or elements such as voice acting, bugfixes (as Early Access is always buggy), and further mod support.

The second thing to keep in mind is that Underspace, when it launches, will still launch with the majority of its content and the vast majority of its game features implemented. This includes the singleplayer main campaign, over 40 quests, all bosses, all points of interest, all factions, star systems, random missions, storm hazards, equipment, flyable ships, and probably many more things I’ve lost in the hazy maze that is my fried brain currently.

It has been a long long time coming, almost seven years in constant development. None of this would have been possible with the support of our backers and community, but there’s still more to go. Contributions, supporting us during the Early Access period, and of course relentlessly shilling it your friends will all help us massively, in no small part because this will also let us dedicate more resources to improving the game and getting it out in a reasonable timeframe that also, coincidentally, doesn’t overwork me to death.

And… that’s about it! If I survive, I hope to see you out in the stormy skies on April 10th!

#underspace #game development #gamedev #video games #game design #unity3d #space #indie games #space games #space game

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vanfleeter · 7 months

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Meditation Mishaps // JMK

Characters: Uncle!Josh x Lily

Warnings: Fluff. Language.

Author's Note: Let's all welcome Uncle Joshy to the family reunion, shall we? Also, I don't write Josh often, so bear with me.

Summary: Meditation and babysitting do not go hand-in-hand.

“Jake, it’s my meditation day today.”

Josh leans against the kitchen counter as he stirs his spoon inside the cup full of tea.

“I know, I know.. But I promised Tommy that I would take him to the soccer game–but Y/N got called into work and I really need a babysitter for Lily.”

Josh can hear screaming and crying in the background of the phone call. Tommy screams because he can’t get his shoe tied and Lily cries for Jake to pick her up.

“In a minute Lilypad..” Jake calmly spoke before raising his voice to Tommy. “Tommy, just wait! Dammit, I’ll help you when I get off the phone with Josh!”

Josh casually sips on his tea as he glances around the kitchen, grateful he’s in the quiet house with no screaming kids.

“Josh, please!” He hears Jake beg. “It won’t be for long, I promise, three or four hours.”

Josh sighs. “Yeah, sure. Bring her over.”

Jake hisses as he mutters curse words under his breath. “That’s my hair Lily!”

“Maybe I can use my meditation to calm her little butt down.” Josh snickers.

“Good luck with that..” Jake grumbles. “DAMMIT! THOMAS DO THAT ONE MORE TIME AND WE AREN’T GOING!” Josh holds the phone away from his ear as Jake’s voice carries. “But Josh, I really fucking appreciate this. I owe you big time.”

“Mmmm, yes you do.” Josh chuckles. “I’ll see you soon.” He adds before hanging up the call.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, Josh yanks open the front door and greets the three of them with a wide grin. “Uncle Joshy!” Tommy exclaims as he hugs Josh’s legs.

“Hey little man,” Josh laughs. “Excited for the game?”

Tommy eagerly nods his head. “It’s going to be so much fun!”

Lily whines and tries to wriggle herself out of Jake’s arm. She pushes her body off of his chest and he huffs. “Alright, alright. Driving me up a wall today.” He says as he sets her down on the ground. She tottles over to Josh and he scoops her up.

“Do you and I get to spend some time together?” He says as he tickles her. She giggles and buries her face into his shoulder.

“It is almost her nap time anyways, so you might be able to get her meditation in while she sleeps.” Jake says as he hands off her diaper bag and blanket. “And again, I really appreciate you doing this.”

Josh hums and nods his head as he wraps his hand around the edge of the front door and starts walking them out of the house. “Don’t forget that you owe me.” He says before sending them off and shutting the door. He huffs and looks at Lily. “Have you ever meditated?”

–

Bringing Lily into his meditation room, he sets her down on his mat while he rolls out another one. He sits down on the floor and crosses his legs in front of him and repositions Lily’s legs. “Okay.. Deep breaths, yeah?” He says, demonstrating to her how to breathe in deeply and to breathe out. She watches as he does it again a couple more times before trying it herself. “There you go.” He says. “Now close your eyes when you do that.”

He closes his eyes and begins his deep breathing again. Lily doesn’t close her eyes, instead she watches Josh as he does his deep breathing. She breathes in deeply when he does and releases her breath a few seconds later. She can hear him humming as he breathes out. It sounds like he’s singing and she loves it when he sings.

A smile spreads across her face and she breathes in again only to hum as she breathes back out. She giggles and does it again. Breathe in. Breathe out and make noise.

Lily giggles again. This time catching Josh’s attention. He peeks out through one eye to see her mocking his pose and giggling. He breathes in again, his one eye still trained on her. They both hum as they breathe out and Lily breaks out in giggles again.

Josh chuckles and opens his other eye. She falls backwards as she laughs, her head landing with a thud on the hardwood floor. He grimaces and watches her carefully as she pauses her movements and ponders what happened before she breaks out into another fit of giggles. Her eyes scan the room and stop. She stops giggling and flips over onto her hands and knees before pushing herself up to her feet.

He watches as she tottles across the room, his eyebrows knitting together as he follows her movements through the room. When he sees where she’s heading, his smile drops and he springs to his feet. He sprints across the room and swipes her up from the floor.

“Oh no you don’t.” He says as she laughs in his ear. “Fire, bad.” He says, shaking his head. She frowns and huffs. He brings her back to the rugs and sets her down. “Now.. Let’s meditate.” He watches as she crawls towards his lap and nestles herself inside the space. He looks down at her with his eyebrows raised. She yawns and rests her head on his knee. He shrugs his shoulders and closes his eyes before picking up where he left off on his breathing.

–

He was brought out of his trance some time later to his beaded necklace being tugged on. Peaking one eye open again, he glances down to his lap to see Lily yanking on the beads and twisting them within her fingers. One harsh tug broke the thread sending the beads scattering across the floor.

“Did you have a good nap?” She smiles up at him before twisting her body and climbing off of his lap. She pads around the room and picks individual beads before coming back over to him and dropping them into his hands. “Oh.. Well thank you.” She nods her head and goes back to collecting the rest of the beads.

After three or four more trips, back and forth, he has all the beads in his hands that he has cupped and held out for her to drop them into. He chuckles and goes to move to stand up when she gasps and runs as quickly as she can to the table by the window. The one that his bonsai tree rests upon. She crawls beneath the legs of the table for a few seconds and reemerges holding a bead pinched between her fingers.

She tries reaching for the table to pull herself up to her feet but instead she only pulls the table, sending it toppling over. Josh sighs, closing his eyes as if in defeat. The pot breaks upon contact with the floor spilling the dirt and the tree on the floor.

“Awesome..”

Carefully standing to his feet, he goes over to the trash can by the door and dumps the beads inside before going over to the new mess that has occurred.

“I think it’s time we stop trying to meditate…” He says as he scoops up the toddler and carries her out of the room.

Going downstairs he hears the doorbell ring and he quickly snatches it open to reveal Jake standing on the porch. Josh didn’t realize he had breathed a sigh of relief until he saw Jake chuckling.

“Dada!”

Jake reaches for Lily and she buries her face into his neck. “She’s a handful isn’t she?” He says.

“She wasn’t until a few minutes ago.” Josh says as he picks up her diaper bag and blanket and hands the items back to Jake. “Broke my necklace–but she did clean them all up, before knocking over my bonsai tree.”

“Did you make a mess in Uncle Joshy’s house?” Jake says as he tickles Lily’s side making her laugh.

“On the bright side, I did get the majority of my meditation in.” Josh says with a shrug of his shoulders. “She basically slept on my lap the whole time.”

Lily breathes in deeply before releasing it and humming. She giggles, making Jake laugh.

“I see you taught her a few things.”

Josh chuckles and shakes her head. “She’s too happy to be serious.” He says.

“Well thanks again for watching her,” Jake says. “I really appreciate it.”

“What are uncles for?” Josh winks at Lily. “Oh! So about you owing me.. I think I know what you can do.”

Jake huffs. “I will buy you a new pot for your tree.”

“And replant it?”

Jake’s shoulders slump. “Fine… I’ll see you..”

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Tending (Part Two!)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f! reader

Word Count: 9.2K

Preview: Communication is hard, trying to convince Jake to be yours? Even harder. He’s bringing you further into his mysterious world, leaving you on the edge for more. Sneaky encounters, waiting games, and surprises come your way.

A/N: I’m so happy that all of you lovely people enjoyed the first part. I wasn’t sure originally if it was worth writing part 2, but I hope you like where I take the story!

MINORS DNI

MENTIONS OF/ TW: Oral (m/f!) receiving, dirty talk, name-calling, p in v sex, teasing/edging, explicit sexual content, *some* impact play, dom/sub, mature themes, unprotected sex, fingering (f! receiving), language, choking, safe words, public-ish activities… Yet again, it's filthy (IMO). Sorry if I missed anything!

Tending Part 1

Jake’s hands feel too good over your body. They feel even better when you’re in a place where you know he shouldn’t be touching you like this. He smells so good this close; he has a fresh scent of cinnamon trying to cover the musk of his work clothes. You can’t tell how long your face has been attached to his, probably only a little longer than a minute, but it felt like forever.

His hands are pulling on your hair, not in a hurtful way, but just enough to send tingles through your body. Your hands are in his shirt, embracing him, trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. You can feel the excitement growing in his pants, pressing up against you.

He pulls away slowly, pulling your lip with his teeth as he does, slowly releasing you from his grasp. You let out a soft whimper of enjoyment. He’s taking you further into his world and you’re ready to chase him through it.

“Hold on a sec,” he says, pulling you backward with him until his back is pressed against the office door. He reaches behind himself to turn the lock. “Can’t have anyone see the filthy shit my little slut is about to do.”

Ugh. Who would have thought being called filthy slut would make you buckle. Clearly, he knew and was waiting for you to take claim to your new name. You laugh softly, running your hands around his body, looking down at his cock bulging out of his pants. You know what he wants you to do, but you also know he enjoys this bratty little persona you’re taking to.

“Hmmm, and what am I going to do?”

He pulls the hand that was sitting on the knob towards your hip, gripping you tightly, adding to the already forming collection of love marks he’s left on you.

“You seriously didn’t think you were gonna get away with all of this behavior without making me feel better, did you?” He asks, staring down at you. The dominance was in full effect now.

“Oh sir, of course not,” you reply, “I just wanted to hear you ask for it…”

He laughs. His free hand moves up to your neck and holds it firmly. You try to take in a deep breath of air before he’s fully wrapped around you. He shakes you softly, “I don’t beg baby,” He releases his grip from your neck and you take in as much air as you can, gasping at the air. “On your knees for me… Now.”

You follow his command and lower yourself onto the floor. Planting your eyeline directly in front of his cock. You reach your hand up to it, running your hands over his jeans, feeling the mass that sits just behind his zipper. You take your other hand to relieve him of his pants, but he grabs your wrist.

“Beg for it.” He states, looking down at you with demanding eyes.

“What?”

“Beg for my cock… You want it don’t you?” You look at him perplexed for a moment, confused thinking that he was the one that wanted this. But then you remember the games you have to play. “Color?” He asks, concerned after reading your face.

“Just like a stoplight, okay baby?” You think you know what he means, but he still explains it to you, “Red means stop, yellow means you want to slow down or you want time, and green…”

You collect yourself and pull back into your role, “Green.” He smiles back at you and gestures his hand out for you to continue. “Please sir, please let me suck your cock. I promise I’m going to make you so happy... Please, please I need it. I need to make you feel good… I’m so sorry for being a bad girl,”

“That's right, you were a bad girl,” He’s running his fingers through your hair, showing you brief comfort before the chaos comes, “So you’re gonna suck my cock real good and think about what you’ve done, okay?”

You nod your head and proceed with your mission. He takes the hand he was holding and guides it to the buckle of his belt. You unbuckle it and pull it off the loops, tossing it to the side, jingling on its way to the floor.

Your moves are slow, calculated, and bordering on teasing. He’s watching you closely, making sure you do exactly everything he needs. You unbutton his jeans, and slowly slide down the zipper, causing him to almost completely jump out of his jeans.

You slowly move your hands over his bulge, teasing him, edging him, probably driving him fucking mad. You take both of your hands and rest your fingers underneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. You look up to him for approval, and he nods back at you. You have to use some force to pull them down, slowly revealing him further. He has this amazing happy trail that is obviously well groomed, teasing you down to the start of his shaft. Finally, you unveil his cock and it looks just as fucking beautiful as it did the previous night.

You wrap your hand around him firmly, feeling his soft skin and the pounding erection he carries. He’s already starting to drip pre-cum, and you know your teasing is already speeding up the timeline. You open your mouth and let him enter you, trying not to take him all in at once; not that you could ever do that on your own anyways. You glide his cock in and out of your wet smooth mouth, and he lets soft quiet moans escape his lips.

You can get a better look at him as you’re playing this slow angle. His eyes are closed in pleasurable agony. He slides his hands up to move his hair out of his face and looks back down on you with that sexy fucking smirk. He’s caught you now.

“Oh,” He moans, reaching a free hand to grab a patch of your hair, “You think you’re in control, huh?

Fuck.

He pulls you closer to his body, sending the full mass into the back of your throat, fully gagging on him. He holds you there for a moment, letting you feel all of him in you. He pulls you back out, leaving a pool of spit around your mouth. He is objectifying you, letting you know that you are his toy for pleasure.

“I’m still in control,” He states, “Don’t think you can outsmart me, baby.”

You’re only able to muster out a soft ‘please’ before he places himself back in your mouth. He’s rougher with you than last night, because now he knows you really want this, this version of him. He does have all the control and you want him to have it. He’s using his force to push you as far as you can take him. You brace yourself, holding onto the backs of his thighs.

At first, you try to hold back the gagging noises that are coming out, but he keeps pushing your head further, signaling he wants to hear them.

Just like last night, he wants to hear your struggle. Although, you’re not entirely struggling, because feeling him is so fucking invigorating. Hearing him moan through your hard work is a praise of its own.

“Fuck baby,” He whines, “My little whores taking good care of me, huh? She must feel really sorry for how rude she was acting, huh?

He pulls you away for a moment to look at you, expecting a response, “Yes sir,”

“Good girl.”

He places you back onto him, this time, less forcefully, letting you take back some of your breath. You take your hand around him to help your aching throat and try to prevent him from shoving you further. Sliding and swirling your fingers around his wet cock. He exhales loudly, trying to prevent himself from the pornographic sounds he wishes he could make. You steady your speed and prepare yourself for his finish.

“Oh fuck,” He moans between hushed breaths, “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”

Seconds later, he's filling your mouth with his sweet warm cum. You try your best to brace yourself from any sort of gagging and swallow immediately. You do a slow few soft pumps to ease him out of orgasm, sending him into an overstimulating shock. You pull yourself away from him and look up at him. His eyes are closed, his mouth barely hanging open, trying to compose himself.

“Where the fuck are they?” You hear Chris yell from the dining room.

“Fuck,” You say, knowing you’re already on thin ice with Chris from this morning. You reach over to Jake’s belt and pass it to him as he's quickly trying to shove his already sensitive member back into his pants.

“Why the fuck! Is this door? Locked?!” Chris shrieks, banging on the door.

Jake finishes the latch on his belt and unlocks the door. You wipe your mouth with your arm and hide it behind your back. Jake opens the door.

“Hey man, chill out,” Jake coos to your already heated manager.

“Fucking chill out?” He seethes, and points to you “This one was already late this morning, and on fucking the verge of being fired, what the fuck is going on?”

“Listen,” Jake turns to stand in front of you, protecting you from the line of fire Chris is throwing, “I told her at the bar she wouldn’t have to tip me out any extra for coming in, and she was fighting me on that, so I tried to come back here to talk to her about it. I didn’t want our finances to be talked about in the bar,”

“There’s one fucking table out there? Are you really concerned that they’re listening so closely to your fucking wages?!” Chris barks back.

“Look, just trying to be a nice guy, okay? She didn’t want to come chat, so I pulled her back here. Check the tapes. It’s not her fault.”

“Fine, fucking whatever! You better not be doing fucking coke in my office!”

“It’s three in the afternoon,” You chime in, “Why would we be doing coke in your office?”

“Jesus, I don’t know, you’re acting like you did something. Just fucking get back out there!” He says.

Jake leads the way past Chris and you follow behind him, waiting to be out of earshot before you giggle. Jake slows his stride to walk beside you in the hallway, “Talk about a close finish huh?” He jokes.

You blush looking back at him. You can tell the rush of the situation probably turned him on all over again. He’s smiling that same devious smile he did yesterday. He loves the trouble we make together.

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Friday comes along slowly. Waiting for your next chance to see him or talk to him proved to be the worst way to pass the time. You realized you had to relax with any sort of obsession forming over him; clearly, it was something he wasn’t ready for. Plus, he’s right, this chase is extremely intoxicating. You don’t want to assume you’re his only pursuit, but your heart skips thinking about him wanting you.

It feels like middle school all over again. He’s your classroom crush who you hope you get paired up with, or who will sit next to you on the school bus on your field trip. Catching goofy glances across biology class. Waiting for him to ask you to be project partners, too scared to ask out of fear of rejection. Texting back and forth, but always waiting long enough that you wouldn’t seem desperate. That fear of crushing still sitting inside you from over a decade ago prevented you from texting him first.

The shift went completely normal after that. Jake would shoot you quick smirks when you picked up your drinks, and he even made a special one just for you that sat in front of your usual seat. He made sure not to touch that nearly empty whiskey you had drank with him, instead it was something light & fruity, but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. After a few quick sips between picking up orders, you finally asked him.

“Oh, it's called a…” He leaned in close to tell you this, “I’m sorry for disappointing you,”

You lean back to take another sip, “Oh yeah, I can definitely sense some notes of apology in here,”

He laughs and shoos you from the bar. “C’mon, you can drink your ‘apologies’ later,”

You made out pretty good that night. The regulars said you had a different energy than usual. Hmmm, wonder why they would say that…

Six o’clock came around much faster than you would have liked. Jake was finishing up his orders and cleaning glasses. Your hangover was finally out of your brain, and you could get home to decompress after the wild past 24 hours. You walk into the back hallway and knock on Chris’ door.

You approach his desk, “Hey Chris,” You say sheepishly.

“What?” He says, not even returning a look.

“I’m sorry for today, I promise it won't happen again. You know I’m usually not like this,”

“Yeah I know, Jake told me you had car troubles last night and you were trying to get help this morning.”

“Huh?”

Chris looks up at you, “Don’t worry about it, it happens, just make sure to call next time.”

You nod your head and walk out the back door. It’s already dark out and a cool breeze swishes past the door. You brace yourself for the chill. You look up from your huddle to see Jake leaning over your car door, arms crossed waiting for you. How fucking cliché. He smiles when he notices you.

“Yeah, so your car should be all good by now, right?” He asks, patting the hood with certainty.

“Jake,” You walk up to him, arms crossed, slightly on defense, “I can handle my own, okay?”

“I know,” He grabs your arms and rubs them, a smile procuring on his face, “But wasn’t it so much better when I handled it?”

You scoff. His confidence is a special kind. “Maybe,” You admit.

He steps back to open your car door and waves you in, “Your chariot awaits sunshine,”

You drop your arms and walk around him to get into the driver's seat. “Thank you… Sir,” He hangs his arm over the frame of the door, not saying anything, but just surveying you.

“You’re gonna regret teasing me some day,” Jake closes the door and smirks at you. He turns away and walks towards the convertible, pulling his hair back into a low-hanging bun. You watch him for a moment, intrigued by his swagger.

He opens the car door and slides himself into the driver’s seat. He pulls a polarized pair of sunglasses from the dash and gently slides them onto his face. He doesn’t even look at you as he peels out of the employee lot. Riding away like some fucking modern-day mysterious prince charming.

The afternoon hits and the absolute boredom is starting to kick in. When you’re not working, you usually love to be alone in your cute cave of an apartment. It’s littered with plants and colorful knick-knacks that you’ve collected from thrift shops over the years. You used to spend hours counting all the swirls on the kitchen tile, or sitting looking out the window watching the cars go by. Now you’re plagued with desire. Your brain is filled to the brim with the filth of Jake and his filthy little games, and how you're his filthy little… Fuck.

You’re tempted to treat yourself to some afternoon fun but are apprehensive after knowing what his face feels like up against your pussy.

He's exploring you with his tongue, eager to lick every inch of you. You let out a wild gasping moan. He’s better than you’d imagined.

You don’t want to forget all of these little moments, but they really are starting to interfere with your functioning. You pull yourself from the couch and decide that a shower really is in order at this point. You’ve been far too exhausted from all the excitement, and truly out of it to take care of yourself the way you should be.

You tiptoe your way into the bathroom and start the shower. Undressing yourself piece by piece until you're standing nude, waiting for the steam to fill up the room. When the water finally reaches the preferred scalding temperature, you step in.

It always felt so good to be clean. Showers are a weird new start, washing away the gross and allowing new touches, new scents, and new fabrics to hold you. Except this shower wouldn’t be washing away some of the touches left behind. You look down to your hip to find light finger-shaped bruises imprinted on you. Memories of Jake.

He releases his hold from your neck so he can use both of his hands to force you closer to him. His hands forming bruising holds on your hips.

You run your hands over the bruises and silently praise that they were given to you. You soak your body entirely in the heat of the water, lathering yourself with lavender soap. You won’t be able to wash away the torment of waiting, but you will definitely try. You move on to your hair, running your fingers through it, pushing the lather deep into your scalp.

He’s comforting you with his control. His hair becomes entwined further in your fingers, being pulled by your tight fist.

The memory washes over you, loosening the suds from your own hair. When you finally clear your head, you pull yourself out from the stream of water and shut off the faucet. Stepping onto the cold tile is once again sobering. You wrap your steaming skin in your robe to try and hold the heat in. This is always the worst part about showering.

You open the bathroom door and walk out into the crisp apartment air. You opt out of immediately changing into pajamas and walk to the couch.

He uses his free hand to press down on the back of your head, and your face into the cloth couch; bracing himself for a deeper pounding.

These impure thoughts are going to be the death of you.

You relax onto the couch where he once sat and sprawl out, trying to get comfortable. You pull out the remote from the crevice between the arm and cushion and put on shitty trash TV. This ought to be the remedy. Mind-numbing reality entertainment. Watching other people seduce their crushes, making stupid mistakes, creating their own drama. It's really invigorating shit. But it all ends up being the same after you’ve seen so many. This person sleeps with that person and this person feels left out, this person is kicked off; it all repeats. It's all manufactured.

After a few episodes, the mind-numbing really starts to kick in, you’re invested in that repeating plot, feeling like you’re living in a similar time as these stars. But no matter how hard you try to fight it, it becomes so mind-numbing that you find yourself sitting deeper and deeper on the couch. Soon the blanket that sits on the top of the couch is falling over your body, beckoning the nap you so desperately need. Your eyelids get heavier and heavier, and you no longer can even hear what's happening on the TV, until you're finally… Out.

When you wake up, it's already dark out. The TV is paused, begging you to answer if you’re still watching. You sit up, easing out of your groggy sleepy state. You look around in a state of confusion and disturbance, unsure what time it is and how long you were out.

Your eyes survey the room and land on the bar cart, the bottle of whiskey sitting open still. Shit. You stand up slowly, gaining your balance, and stiffening your muscles. You walk over to the cart and forcefully twist the lid back in the bottle, letting your hand hold on.

He releases the amber liquid into your mouth, warm from its hold. He’s so fucking…

You have to stop lingering on these moments and actually do something about it. Maybe it's the euphoric half-asleep half-awake state you’re in, but suddenly you come into a state of brave clarity. It was the long waiting game that prevented anything from happening sooner in the first place between Jake and you. You idiot!

You go to your bedroom to pull your phone from the charger. You’d hid it in there earlier to try and prevent yourself from doing this very thing, but you were an idiot then and now you see so clearly that…

Messages (1)

Oh?

Jake: I hope you haven't forgotten about me yet sunshine

Fuck no you haven’t forgotten! Wait. Shit, here comes that middle school trauma again. What do you say back?

How could I? You told me to never forget

You have no idea where this will steer the conversation, but you hope for hot filthy Jake sexts.

Five minutes go by with no response yet, so you walk out of your room again, hoping that ungluing your eyes from the text log will elicit some sort of response. You sit at the kitchen table, nursing the puzzle you took out last night- in another failed attempt to distract yourself. Each piece is waiting for its perfect spot, to feel connected to the rest of itself, fitting perfectly inside each other…

The noises that your bodies make when they smack together is fucking filthy. Your cunt is tightening around his mass, unable to bear his pounding.

Ding!

It's like he can fucking sense you. You jump out of the chair so fast you nearly knock it over, running back into the bedroom; jumping over the bed to reach your phone.

Jake: Oh righttt

Oh my god. Please say something else. How do you even answer that?

Jake: I've been thinking a lot about you today. Can’t get the image out of my head of your pretty little face taking my cock

Oh fuck. Your heart is pounding, hands sweating, and everything in you just dropped. That sensation he gives you… Utter magic. Butterflies are growing deep inside you; not in your heart though…

I can still feel the bruises in my throat from taking your cock Jake: Poor little slut. Can’t take me like you want to? Oh I can take you sir, but I prefer when you make me

Jake: You better not be asking for things you can’t handle I know I can handle it Jake: Yeah? Jake: You like it when I fuck you like the dirty slut you are?

Oh yes, you do. You don’t know where this side of you is coming from, this bratty, needing side of you. You had never picked Jake to have this side to him either, but I guess you bring it out in each other.

I want you here, right now, fucking me.

Jeez, that was desperate. Your fingers typed it out and sent it before you could realize what you were even saying. You drop your head into the comforter and let out an annoyed grumble. Now you were really being an idiot. You have to remember the chase, the fun of it all, the teasing and waiting was what he clearly wanted.

You lift your head to look back at your phone, but no response yet. His speediness has subsided. You start to type again, trying to formulate a sentence to undo the previous, but it’s already out there, into the fucking ether of the conversation. You pull back, delete the half-written sentence, and return your head to the despairing position on the comforter. Sighing, you lift yourself back up moments later and crawl slowly to hide under the sheets.

The blank homepage of your phone illuminates your cocoon. You flash one last look at the screen before finally putting it down. You sit like this for a few minutes, reflecting under the covers. How much do you really like Jake? Do you only want this chase, or is there more of him that you also want to experience? It's time to either pull yourself back in or decide to be brave and keep the pursuit.

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No one tells you how hard it is to control yourself when you feel like absolutely falling in love. This new age of mystery and hookups has always left you feeling strange. Not that falling in love is completely out of the question with Jake, but that's something he’s clearly not ready to jump into… Yet.

You resolve yourself yet again to distraction. Pulling your phone out to scour social media while you wait. Twenty minutes of scrolling goes by painfully slow

Ding!

Jake: Sorry to tease you, but something came up.

Guess you were too quick to give up hope on the situation.

Jake: Look outside

You cautiously unfurl yourself from your cocoon and step over to the window. You move the curtains aside and peer through the glass. Your phone starts buzzing in your hand, and you lift it to see Jake’s name flashing across the screen. You slide to answer the call and bring the phone to your ear.

“Hello Sunshine,” The velvety voice sounds just as nice through the phone as it does in person. “Look down.”

You crane your neck to look down in the parking lot. There he fucking was. Jake was standing on the sidewalk in front of his car, smiling and looking up at you. He was wearing light-wash denim jeans and another flowy shirt, this time buttoned further than the night he played.

“Oh, hi stalker,”

“Hey, weren’t you the one asking me to come fuck you? I believe your exact words were I need you here right now, fucking me.”

“I didn’t think you would actually come!” You say, embarrassed and ashamed for being so upset about the situation earlier.

“Well, I can’t stay for long, but will you come let me in?”

“Oh shit, yes. Uhh,” You look down at your barely tied robe, realizing there's no way you can sneak out into the hallway like this, “Just give me a minute.”

You hang up and immediately rush over to your dresser. Quickly pulling out the first shirt and cute pajama pants you can find, not even worried about putting anything on underneath them. It was best to not keep him waiting. You turn to look at the state of your room, It’s really not that bad, but you try your best to grab items and hide them in your closet on your way out.

You run out to the apartment hallway, past the kitchen, backtracking to throw away the food wrappers you lazily left out earlier. Finally tidy enough to go let him in.

You step into your slippers and run out as fast as you can, trying to make up for lost time by galavanting through the halls. You slow yourself as you reach the glass door separating you two. Jake already made it up the stairs to the front landing.

He’s standing looking into the parking lot, back faced against the windows adjacent to the door. You creep up to the door, slowly pushing on the latch, creaking it open just enough that he notices you’ve arrived.

“Oh no,” You play at him,, “I’m sorry I’m already waiting on another gentleman caller, you’ll have to come back tomorrow!”

He turns and laughs at you, pulling the door fully open, nearly knocking your grip.

“Oh, I bet I can make you forget about this other gentleman,” He leans in close to you, his soft hair falling on the edges of your face, tickling your skin, “You won’t even remember who he is after I’m done with you,”

Your attempts to play with him always end up with him back in control. He’s left you stunned again, and you can’t say anything, instead settling on a bashful giggle. He puts his hand on your hip and ushers you into the building.

“Well, I can’t just have us standing here all night sunshine,”

You come out of your frozen state and begin the walk to your apartment. He follows you, walking behind at a cool slow pace. You feel awkward being watched and turn to see if he’s looking at you. He is, but more so at your ass than you. He reaches his hand outward and thwaps your right cheek.

“Oh!” You exclaim, putting a jump in your step.

“Sorry sweetheart, I like what I see.”

“Yes, I’m sure my ratty old PJs are very sexy,” You reply.

He laughs, “I see you already want to be bratty with me, huh?”

You reach the door to your apartment, no need to fumble with the lock this time. You push the slightly ajar door and let him back into your space. “Hard not to be so bratty when you left me alone for so long.” You make your way through the apartment, heading in the direction of the bedroom.

“Oh don’t worry. If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll make it up to you,”

You walk through the door frame of your bedroom, turning and stopping him at the entrance. His body language exudes sex. There's no other way to describe it. He has this magical god-like sex appeal that you crave.

“Yeah? How so?” You cross your arms and pout.

He steps forward closer to you, putting his hand around your waist, and grabbing you into an embrace. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head.

“Do you really doubt how well I can take care of you?” He asks.

You seriously don’t, but egging him on in this situation is more fun than submitting immediately to him. His body is so warm against yours, so inviting. You reach your hand across his waist, mirroring his touches. He reaches his hand up your back, creeping to that exact spot you want him to be. He slides into your scalp, grabbing a fistful of your hair; tightly pulling the locks behind you.

“I said do you really…” Jake pulls harder, “Doubt how well I can take care of you?”

Words, give him the words. “No!” He pulls hard at your head causing your statement to come out in a yelp rather than an answer.

“That's right. My little slut loves it when I take care of her, huh?”

“Yes,” You reply, finally remembering a lack of response elicits punishment.

“Good girl,” He releases his grip from your scalp and soothes it with a light rub. He looks down at you with this almost menacing look, or maybe it's just pure lust. He takes the hand from your head, moves it back down to your hip, and uses it to guide you; turning you around to face the bed. He rests his head down on your shoulder, his hair tickling your neck.

The wanting and needing of him manifesting inside of you is finally boiling over. Your heartbeat is racing, jumping into your throat, your body exuding excited tingles, and your pussy… is already prepared for him.

You close your eyes amidst this euphoric feeling. Letting your other senses take complete control. Jake runs his hands over the front of you, pulling at your shirt, sneaking upwards to clutch your unhidden breast. The other hand reaches down the front of your pants, feeling no barrier between his calloused hands and your cunt. You let out a soft giggle with excitement.

Feeling him touch you like this really is better than your imagination. You slowly open your eyes to peer at him, seeing his enthusiastic smirk growing.

He turns to look back at you, his smirk turning into a full smile, “Whore,” He whispers.

You try to seem offended by it, but really there's no hope in being unexcited about his degradation. He can feel how wet you get when he calls you that. Before anything starts, he pulls his hands away from where you want them, and places them back on your hips, “Get on the bed.” He commands.

You obey Jake's wishes and try your best to sexily climb on top of the bed, expecting him to be right behind you. You flip over onto your back and find that he’s still standing in the same place in the doorframe; arms crossed, looking at you.

“Aren’t you coming?” You ask, confused.

“No,” he states, “I’m going to watch.”

“Watch… Me?”

“I told you there would be a punishment for all that teasing,” He grunts.

You blush, embarrassed.

“I want you to play with that pretty little cunt for me. And, if your good,” He takes a step forward, “and beg for me,” Another step forward, “I’ll show you how much better I feel than playing with yourself,”

Everything in your body is frozen. Play with yourself in front of him? You’ve never been self-conscious of how you touch yourself, but then again, no one but you has witnessed it. You gulp down your fear and begin to undress yourself, maintaining eye contact with Jake as you reveal yourself to him. Slowly, you lift the clothes off your body, taking your time; trying to tease him and slow your heart rate. You kick off the last part of your pants and slide yourself back onto the bed, resting the back of your head on the frame.

Jake takes a seat at the end of the bed, propping himself up by placing his hand inches from your ankle. You wish he was closer, actually touching you, but you have to play the game. You know the rules.

You lift your legs into a bent shape, spreading yourself so he can have the perfect view. The room is silent and you feel exposed to him entirely. The thrill of him having you is the only thing keeping you from entirely combusting fear.

You place two fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them, being sure to saturate them entirely. You suckle on them for a moment, then lead them down to your heat and lightly begin to touch yourself. You specifically did not want to take the lead on pleasuring yourself. You spent all day avoiding this, trying to hold out for Jake, wishing he could be the one to break the celibacy. Instead here he was inches away, tormenting you with your own touch, making it hard to enjoy the feeling. All you wanted was his hands on you, not your own.

You run your fingers through the bundle of nerves, trying not to move too quickly. Jake maintains eye contact with you, unbreaking until he hears your breathing start to hitch. His eyes move down your body, tracing you with his gaze. You look down at his cock, watching it stiffen in his pants.

“Do you like touching yourself?” He asks, trying to remain composed.

You do. It feels good to please yourself after waiting all day. Running your fingers around the sensitive spots, mixing techniques of his and yours. Saying yes wouldn’t be the right response to Jake though, “I like it better when it's you down there.”

You can feel your body slowly giving in to the pleasure, relaxing itself, allowing the personal touches to feel euphoric.

He looks back up to meet your eyes, “Oh, it looks like you’re doing just fine without me,” He scoffs at you.

“No!” You exclaim, “Jake- Sir, please, please. I need you. You know I need you.”

You continue swirling your hands around your dripping cunt. Trying to hold back too much excitement and prevent any sort of overstimulation this early.

“You’re not convincing me yet baby,”

“Please!” You feel yourself building, heat directing itself to your pussy, growing feverish and wanting him to take over, “Please sir. I’ve been needing you all day… Thinking about you…” Talking is starting to get harder. You close your eyes to try and focus yourself, “Thinking about you take my-”

Before you can even finish your sentence your legs are being pulled forward to the edge of the bed. Your ass just barely resting on the mattress, and your legs bent. You try to sit yourself up to look at Jake. He lifts his face into your cunt and dives into the slick mess you’ve made.

You place your hand on his head to stabilize yourself from the fucking devious moves he’s making on you. His tongue flicks up your already shaking pussy, devouring you, hungering for your release. He sounds absolutely desperate, moaning just as much as you, enjoying your taste and the noises his work procures.

Before you can even adjust to the sensations, he slips a finger into you, teasing you to go further. He didn’t want to wait much longer to do this; he didn’t want to resist the pleasure he could give you. He lifts his free arm to hold your thigh, squeezing it against his face.

Your body is in blissful distress, unable to focus on just one of the sensations; taking it all in at once, feeling the build of your orgasm. Your head falls back, and your eyes close, feeling every motion of him breaching you. A loud, exasperated moan escapes your lips. No inhibitions are holding you when he’s between your legs.

Before he can even ask for you to beg, you give him exactly what he wants.

“Jake, please! Please, please! Sir, please, let me come! I wanna-,”

He pumps an increasing pressure to your g-spot and laps over your aching clit, pulling you headfirst into an orgasm. You move your hands backward, clutching the sheets in an attempt to hold yourself together. A wave of relief washes over you as you spill out in front of him, feeling yourself soaking the sheets below you. Your legs shake, releasing the tension that you hung onto for so long. Jake’s sure to take in all of you, tasting you, exploring you.

He lifts his head, “I could taste this all fucking night,”

You smile, blossoming in his praise. He slows his pace to gently ease you out of your state of overstimulation. Without skipping a beat, Jake lifts himself to look down at your restless body. You muster a smile and he smirks in return. That fucking stupid cocky smirk. This fucking guy has you exactly where he wants you. He is the predator and you are his prey. He’s made you comfortable and free in his presence, but soon all of that would change.

Jake reaches for the button on his jeans and releases himself from the tightness. His cock bulges out from the zipper, begging to feel the ecstasy you feel. The thought of making his cock happy again fills you with excitement. He runs his hands over the bulge, caressing the bundle, watching you. Stalking his prey.

He uses his free hand to free himself fully from the boxer briefs. His cock jumps, extending itself towards your pleading cunt. He spits into his hand and begins to lubricate himself.

You go to sit up, but he pushes you back down; holding down your neck with more pressure than you're used to. You look directly into his eyes. The soft brown eyes melt you, but the look of utter desire within them clouds any sweet thoughts.

“You need me, huh?” He taunts.

“Yes.” You whimper back trying to breathe through the grip he has on you.

“Say it.” He directs.

“I need you to fuck me, right here… right now.”

He doesn’t hesitate any longer. He loosens his grip from your neck, and moves it to your hip, pulling you close to him. He shoves himself into you, stretching yourself around his shaft. You both gasp, shocked to remember how good you two feel together.

“Fuck…” He exhales.

Feeling him inside you is other-worldly. It’s the world’s best fucking drug. He gives you all of him, thrusting until he can’t reach any further. Gliding in and out of your pussy, creating the impurest sounds.

He picks up his speed without any haste, choosing to ignore the state he’s putting you into. Your bodies smack together, connecting, becoming a cloud of passion. Your moans are deep, enraptured in the erotic act.

“Yes…” You groan.

You try to sit up again, to be closer to him, but he rejects your movements. He takes your forearms and pins them down to your sides, using you for leverage, and most importantly keeping himself in control. He’s cunning and calculated with his choices.

“Stay,” He warns.

He drives into you further, becoming rougher with each slam. There is no gentle touch with him at this point, he’s heated, quivering, close to his own release. The grip on your arms becomes tighter, and you can tell the speed is killing him. His thrusts are splitting you, tempting another climax. Although you can’t lift yourself fully, you still feel the arching in your back, trying to prevent writhing around. Everything feels so sensitive, so electric.

“Uh-uh,” He growls, slowing his pumps. He’s edging himself; or should I say us.

He pulls out entirely and sits you up. In one fluid motion, he sits himself on the bed and turns you over into his lap.

But all you can think about is pressing your face up against his, violating his mouth with yours, sitting on his lap, and feeling his cock pressed up against your pussy…

Dreams are coming true. He guides the tip into you, filling you again with his presence. In this position, you have no other option than to feel the entirety of him. He places his hands on your hips, trying to help guide your pace; bouncing you over his length. He’s breaching your cervix, sending your body mixed signals of pain and pleasure. It doesn’t take long before he’s using his force to rock you harder against him. You match his energy, grinding and bouncing on his cock.

“Your pussy is fucking magical,” He sighs.

You dare not tempt any bratty behavior at this moment, holding back any retorts would be hard, but you censor yourself, and lean into his ear, “Your cock makes me feel fucking magical.”

He shivers hearing the words. Even though you know he has control over the situation, you still have the ability to make him melt. There are no plans for sensuality at this tipping point. You’ve set him into a feverish state; too close to toppling over.

He holds your body close to his, bringing your breast into his mouth, fondling it between his lips. He sinks you down as far as you can let him and frantically picks up the pace.

Jake rolls his hips, squirming himself inside of you.

“Oh!” You cry, “Yes! Please, sir!... Give it to me!”

Soft grunts escaping between you, sending both of you reeling. Neither of you can deny what was destined. Your bodies hit the breaking point, melding together in a hot fervor.

He detaches from your breast, to allow you even closer to him. He shifts his grip onto your ass, practically breaking you from his strength. You turn your head downward, kissing him through the bumpy movements.

His vigorous touch pushes you into your second orgasm, trembling over his cock. When he feels the presence of your climax, he allows himself to spill into you, throbbing with relief. Both of you slowly grind on each other, trying not to extinguish the feeling of ecstasy.

Unfortunately, you both know all good things must come to an end. Jake falls backward, closing his eyes, exhausted. His hair stuck together in sweaty clumps. You gently lift yourself, removing him from your over-sensitive heat.

“Fuck…” He exhales.

You giggle seeing him in such a vulnerable state. He’s experiencing the same shock you felt the first night together. Maybe he already has, but this time he was less afraid to show you how you could make him feel.

You climb off the bed and grab the towel hanging off the back of the door; offering it to him. You both had made an absolute mess, but most of it had spilled onto Jake.

He peeks an eye open and lazily takes the towel from you. You clamber back in the bed to lay beside him. Resting on your side, staring at his heavenly profile. You reach out to his hair, moving the sticking strands from his face.

Some of the loose strands of hair are still stuck to his glossy forehead. You give in to impulse and swipe the clung pieces from the sweat. Your hand grazing the edges of his face, tucking the hair with the rest.

You pet him softly, pawing the hair away from his damp forehead. His breathing has finally slowed. He picks himself up, starting to use the gifted towel.

He turns to look at you, “Hey, what time is it?”

You roll over to grab your phone, “Uh, it’s almost midnight.”

“Shit. Really?” He sounds concerned. He stands and begins to dress himself.

“Yeah, it's 11:56,” You reply.

The mood has gone from warm and erotic to awkward and uncertain. He’s closing himself off again, and that one moment of intimacy and aftercare has quickly passed.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I really have to go do something.”

“Oh.” You sigh.

Fuck.

You pull the comforter corner up, trying to shield your body; shield the vulnerability.

“No, no.” He runs over to your side, and pulls your face into his hands, “It’s nothing bad. Remember I told you I can’t stay long?” You nod your head, remembering his warning. “I just wanted to come make you feel good, I hope I didn’t disappoint you,”

He really didn’t, the only disappointing part is him not committing to staying with you for longer than a few hours.

“I’ll be okay,” You respond, “I’ll see you tomorrow right?”

“Yes,” He answers. He beams at you, letting you soak in his happiness, “Be good for me until then, okay?” He pulls you in for one last kiss. When he breaks away, he looks at you another moment before rubbing your cheek and turning away.

Watching him leave is always depressing. This night confirms your feelings for Jake are far past just sexual. The promise of seeing him tomorrow is the only thing keeping you together. Well, that and he almost couldn’t fucking take you.

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Still, in a state of morning fog and confusion, you turn to your left and reach out to touch him; expecting him to be there- but he’s not there. Where did he go? He was so close to you last night, facing you, noses practically touching, breathing lightly, but still enough to feel the breeze of him on you. The sheets had been completely evacuated of him; the only thing remaining was a few long strands of his chestnut hair.

History repeats itself.

The next day goes by a little faster than the previous, it's been a few days now since your first encounter with Jake. Instead of fear permeating through you, it’s a whole new skin of confidence. He’s into you, he wants your touch. You feel better knowing in some way you have him, even if he’s not really yours.

You maintain a few chatty words with him through text as the afternoon flies by. Nothing serious or sexy, but rather quite wholesome; sending music back and forth, critiquing each other's taste. He prefers his rock music to be classic, and yours brings his into a new age.

You both know that you’re scheduled to be at the bar tonight. Fleet’s on Saturday night is full of the local college crowd and you two are the only ones that can keep up with the rowdy patrons. Jake acts like a man of steel, fighting off the begging drunks, getting the girls off the counter, and most importantly completing the orders. You on the other hand take a more relaxed approach, keeping the customers happy, cleaning up the bar, and assembling the beer buckets.

On your drive to the bar, you think of how Jake might be different this time around. He seems to also be radiating this new energy that you feel. You’ve never seen him smile this much around you, and you're savoring every moment. You start playing one of the songs he sent you and instantly feel like you're being wrapped up by his presence again. Tapping your fingers to the beat, humming along to melodies. It doesn’t take long before you’re pulling back into the horrendous parking lot, bouncing through potholes until you reach the back.

You are thankful for Jake's protection of you on Thursday. Avoiding Chris’ bad side makes work a lot easier. It wasn’t your first time being on Chris’ naughty list and you knew you had to start being extra careful.

You walk into the back of the building, quick to park your bag in your cubby, and hustle out to the bar to take over from Mariella. You try to show up fifteen minutes early to help start the takeover. Mariella has a few people still being served, but they’re more interested in their dates than ordering more drinks. You slide under the counter and pop over next to her.

“Hey!” You say in a cheery tone.

She doesn't even look at you, instead focusing on putting away glasses. “Hi,” She snaps at you.

“Everything all set? Did you close these guys out or should we transfer them-”

“They’ll be closed. Don’t worry about it.” She picks up the crate of dirty dishes and walks them over to the compact dishwasher and begins to load them; still not making eye contact.

Alright. This is weird. You try to ignore it as you clock into the electronic system. You sneak glances back at her as you type in your employee number, checking to see if she’ll look back.

You try to break the tension further, “I’ll wipe down the counters,”

“Okay.” She responds.

Okay, what the fuck? Is she mad at you? Maybe she also got in trouble the night you were drinking. You tried to save her, but Jake kept ordering more. You start wiping down the counters with the already wet rag she had handy. She finishes stacking the last glass into the dishwasher and closes it aggressively; so hard you can hear the clinking cries of the wine glasses inside.

You work your way down the countertop to the corner away from her and the customers; even though this side looks barely touched. She walks over towards you, pulling out her phone, again trying to avoid eye contact. You step out in front of her, directly blocking her from the exit.

“Hey,” You wave to her, “What's up?”

“Can you just move?” She torts back.

“Are you mad at me? What the fuck is going on here?” You gesture at her.

“I don't know,” She says, “Why don’t you ask Jake?”

What? Is she really that mad about Wednesday night? Did he say something to her?

“What are you talking about? Did we get you in trouble?”

“The only person who got in trouble was you, and it's well deserved,” She tries to push past you to slide beyond the counter.

You reach out to her, grabbing her wrist, “Hey!”

“Bitch!” She snaps her hand back from you, “Don’t touch me!”

“Mariella, what the fuck is going on? Why are you acting like this?”

Your heart is beating, stress putting your body in a clammy state of shock. You’ve always hated confrontation, especially amongst friends, and especially when you felt like you were the one responsible.

“Ask Jake why he was at my house last night,” She slides out from the counter and walks to the back hallway, turning away from you. You swing back to look at the other end of the bar, where the customers are obviously trying to pretend they aren’t eavesdropping.

Seriously what the fuck is she talking about. Is that why Jake had to leave so soon? Was she the something that came up?

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I really have to go do something.”

Mariella never had much of a relationship with Jake, other than being coworkers, they hardly ever worked the same shift but would cover for each other from time to time. What the fuck could have happened?

That confidence you were wearing earlier is slowly starting to peel back, ripping at the seams of your growing confusion… and anger. You thought that you might be his only conquest, but really you never confirmed that. Was she a loose end? Or something he also tied over frequently.

The anxiety is already spinning in your head, you’re spiraling trying to make sense of what has been revealed to you. It could be nothing, but judging by her reaction, it was more. Nothing doesn’t mean nothing. Here you were now between the two of them, scared after her exit, and scared for when he came into the bar. This whole situation feels like a fucking movie, too dramatic to be your life. This whole week has been like some weird fantasy coming to life.

You try to choke down the feelings of jealousy and immaturity; you have to be better than Mariella. It will be hard for you to avoid bringing it up in Jake, but it’s not the right place to ask. You don’t know how you’ll react to his responses, how he’ll react to your questioning, and most importantly what will come of that conversation. If you were to stay on top of your game tonight, you had to try and focus on the job, not the drama; which could be saved for later. Breathe. Compartmentalize. Let go… For now.

You walk over to the corner where the few patrons are sitting and introduce yourself to them, “Sorry about that... But anyway, I’m going to be taking care of you the rest of the night. If you need anything just wave me over!” The group mutters a few thanks and you turn over to finish your tasks.

Jake strolls out from the back hallway with no look of concern on his face. He must not have run into Mariella on his way in, or he’s hiding it really well. He slides under the bar to join you, an expressive look on his face.

“Hey sunshine,” He reaches his hand over to your head and tussles the top of your hair, “Hope I didn’t disappoint you again, I don't have any new drinks to make you,”

Breathe. Compartmentalize. Let go… For now.

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