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cmeiffel · 2 years

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chapter 3

And there it was. The one true explanation behind everything.

John's not human.

Or maybe he is. Maybe he's a wizard. Maybe he's a scientist checking on his experiment on mankind in a simulation. Or maybe he's a mystical being that can manipulate the existence of time. Or maybe he just has really good reflexes. That must be it right? The most rational, logical reasoning behind what he just witnessed. Unless there's another reason altogether. Like maybe John somehow already knew, in which case the theory of him being some time-travelling dude who wants to rewrite his future comes back into play. Maybe it's some Marty McFly bullshit-

Or maybe Tyler is just in his head again. And he's thinking too much about something that probably no one else overthinks about. Tyler really should be taking his medication on time.

It's not unusual for him to get like this- stuck in his mind with fantasies and unrealites. His doctors say it's a symptom of his ADHD, his psychiatrist says it's a product of his trauma and his friends say it's annoying but they're funny like that so Tyler doesn't really pay them any mind.

Tyler thinks- well Tyler's done enough thinking.

Yet his mind decided otherwise because now Nogla is in his mind. Did he just walk in? Oh, he's talking to John now. And John's pointing him to where Tyler's sitting. Did they agree to meet but Tyler somehow forgot? That seems likely but he wouldn't forget if he planned something with Nogla. He should do something, maybe greet the tall man- and damn is he tall. Like really tall. Maybe because Tyler is sitting down and Nogla is standing but still. Or it could be because of those striped pants. Tyler knows he read somewhere that vertical stripes on clothes makes the person wearing them look taller. Tyler thinks John mentioned it too, everyone knows the guy likes fashion as much as he likes this shop. Oh right, this shop. The one he's in currently. The one that Nogla is also in. The one that both of them are in and Tyler is seated and Nogla is walking towards him and- why does he have that look on him?

Tyler thinks he should stop thinking thoughts because the irishman is sitting down beside him. And he's saying something. Tyler should listen actually-

"-told me you were just sitting here starin' at him. He thinks you might'a been in shock"

It's like his eyes were a camera and his brain finally managed to trigger the focus function. He locked onto Nogla's worried gaze and that brings him back down to the present.

David was still in his home clothes, having rushed over as soon as he hung up the call from John.

"Nogla come quick. It's Tyler."

From what John explained, there was a freak accident with one of the fancy coffee machines with those little flavour pods and something shot out from the machine and almost hit a customer from behind. John thinks whatever happened must have really scared Tyler because he hasn't stopped staring between John and the coffee machine for the past few minutes

And now David is worried because he knows Tyler is aware that he's beside him. But David doesn't think that Tyler actually /sees/ him. He's up in the skies again, and David doesn't know how to bring him back down.

He decides eventually to just start speaking, hoping his voice is enough to drag his friend out of whatever headspace he's in. And- thank fuck- it works. The man in question blinked once, twice. If the circumstances were different, David thinks he might have found it comical how he can see Tyler's eyes go from looking through him, to looking at him. If David wasn't watching so intensely, he would have missed how Tyler's irises shone different shades of blue as they readjusted with the movement of his pupils.

"There he is! God, Tyler, me and John were worried," David sighed.

The softest apology came in reply, but all David did shook his head. It's the number one unwritten rule they have with each other and with the rest of their friends- never apologise for something you can't control.

David pulled off one of his beaded bracelets and handed it to Tyler. "So you wanna tell me what happened?"

The other fiddled with the borrowed accessory for a few moments, rolling it in his palms. An inhale ended his silence, and David watched Tyler carefully while he talked.

"It was just a 'BOOM!' out of nowhere, followed by like glass breaking and next thing I knew John was suddenly behind this one dude with like his hand holding something right behind the guy's head. I don't think he even knew he was about to get headshot by a freakin' coffee maker thing."

David hummed thoughtfully, motioning for Tyler to carry on. The latter was still fiddling with his bracelet, but he moved on to another set of repetitive motions, now going through the whole thing rolling each individual bead between his thumb and index finger.

"Anyways, that wasn't the problem. Sure the sound spooked me a little but what really bothered me was how John was just /there/ in time to catch the tiny thing that the coffee maker shot out. It was like he already knew it was gonna fly at the dude. John didn't even look all that alarmed too. Like he knew it was gonna happen."

Now at this, David raised his eyebrows a little. This wasn't the first time Tyler voiced such ideas to him. Stuff like John knowing when things were about to go wrong before they even happened. Sure, it's a little weird, but David will never say that to Tyler.

"So I sat there trying to figure out how the hell would John be able to do that. And I came up with a few theories too! First one is…"

At least he's okay, David thought. He'd rather Tyler be verbal and excited than silent and scared. David would happily listen to his best friend's tangents any day of the week. Hell, every day of the week, if he could. As long as Tyler is happy, he is too.

#the noose #bbs noose au #noose au #ave remembers how to write #sorry for the late update #but i am out of the hospital #recovering well from that medical emergency #and currently finishing up chapter 4 #i hope you like the format of this chapter #made tyler's bit as accurate as i could as someone with adhd #also yes noose hc is that he uses nogla's bead bracelets as stim toys #bc he doesnt like wearing them himself but he likes how they feel inhis palms'#texture things yaknow #ddw my beloved <3

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romanticfistfightz · 9 days

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mcr black white black red bullets maybe

fob blue black red gold purple prurple and gold blueyellow ioh?

panic maybe for fever red and something

bmth teal black gold black

green day black red white

adtr blue purple

the used beige red (?)

weezer transgender

ptv teal white black

paramore orange black beige?

linkin park clear black red

soad orange black?

papa roach Whiteorange

blink black red yellow green white trans

sum41 black redorangeyellow

evanescence blue black

30H3 black purple

bfmv red white gray

#notepad . my notes app doesnt want to work and i need to have a list of the bracelets i need to make if im forgetting any emo bands lmk #im not doing like breaking benjamin or asking alexandria cuz they have long names #and aa and bb dont mean anything

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proonv · 6 months

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okay ngl to you. a lot of the appeal young justice had to me is gone now?

#tho i enjoy bb getting his rightful va #i just feel like... it's not really giving us teen protags anymore which was smth i had enjoyed #my favorites had been a.qualad a.rtemis and w.ally in s1 and a.qualad interests me less now that there are more characters #w.ally is literally dead and he was barely in the season he died in #and a.rtemis. well shes fine tbh #but then i became more interested in b.lue b.eetle and i.mpulse and now they are not in focus... so idk #s2... while probably objectively worse than s1 (idk i heard someone say everything past s1 was bad and internalized it) is my favorite rn #i never rly cared abt c.onnor that much... n.ightwing is fine but ehh #i guess i just wish we stuck with ppl more often yk? i wish n.ightwing either stayed with the s1 team or found the t.een t.itans or smth #and then stayed with them and had his little missions with them... what im saying is none of the relationships feel as meaningful #when we shuffle the teams so often #not a big deal but still i was really having fun with s2 it made me feel as happy as i was last year #orbit reacts #young justice spoilers #like im still gonna watch it just probably more in the bg of me making bracelets

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yumenosakiacademy · 10 months

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DID HOT TOPIC SELL ALOIS' RING?????????

edit: literally everything online is jus cosplay sites n stuff like aliexpress. where did op get this im baffled. what.

#found a listing 4 a bunch of hot topic BB jewelry like the rubber bracelets n the seb charm n 1 of the rose earrings n 1 lanyard #n i was like yea ive seen these b4 except 4 1 of those rubber bracelets. but then THIS??#delete later

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decvyed · 2 months

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ULTIMATE STREETWEAR COLLECTION II FEAT. SATANSHUBBY

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lipglossanon · 2 months

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Guess Who?

Puppy!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (Valentine’s One Shot)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, hybrid au, Leon POV, soft boy Leon 🥺, slight dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, knotting, slight breeding kink

Barely looked over ✌️ lol

title from Guess Who? by BB King

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!! 💜 this is me dropping a card in your decorated box to say I think you’re cute 😘

He notices all the sweet smelling candies and flowers on your last trip to the grocery store, but it didn’t really click that it was for the holiday coming up until your friend dropped off a silly card.

Resting his head over your shoulder, he reads whatever made you laugh hard enough to draw his attention. You hum and reach back to scratch him behind the ears.

“What’s that?” He asks, pressing against you more firmly as his tail wags.

“Ah, just a silly Valentine from Claire. She’ll be out with Rebecca and Jill later and stopped by to invite me along,” you move your hand to tuck the cardstock back into its envelope.

“Oh,” he steps away, tail pausing mid-wag as he realizes he didn’t even get you anything and you’re going out!?

Turning, you give him an easy smile, “Don’t worry, I told her I already had plans. We’re going to watch movies tonight, right?”

He grins and wraps you up in a hug, “Uh huh. And you promised popcorn.”

Laughing, you ruffle his ears before cutting yourself off with a swear.

“Dammit, that’s what I forgot to get,” you sigh and rub the bridge of your nose, “let me run to the store and grab some and when I get back we’ll cuddle on the couch.”

Leon nods quickly and follows on your heels as you walk to the entryway and slip on your shoes. You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before closing the front door and locking it. As soon as the lock clicks, Leon takes off to his room. He digs through his wardrobe and under the bed before completely demolishing his closet.

Although he may have not gotten you something for Valentine’s per se, he did have something he’d been meaning to give you but always slips his mind. He found a pretty lavender bracelet that reminded him of you during one of the last farmer’s market expedition ( he knows it’s mainly an excursion in socializing him with strangers, but that’s neither here nor there).

It’s cute and he thinks you’ll like it. Plus, he attached the very first tag you ever gave him onto it as well (just seeing his name engraved in simple cursive makes his tail wag). Spinning in place, he turns back to look over his destroyed room. Ignoring the complete mess he’s made, he roots around until he finds a piece of crumpled paper and a couple of pens. His ear cocks back and he turns his head to listen— the crunch of gravel signals your car pulling back up the house.

Now on borrowed time, Leon turns the paper longways so he can quickly write out his message and encircle it with a heart. Tossing the pens into the mess on top of his dresser, he grabs the bracelet and beelines it straight to the kitchen. It’ll be the first place you head into after entering the house; making sure to set out the paper where you’ll see it, he sets the bracelet on top. Then, he ducks back around the doorframe on the opposite end so you won’t see him.

“Leon!” You call out as you open the front door.

He makes himself stay put as you call for him again before shutting the front door. Listening with rapt attention, he holds his breath as you walk into the kitchen, setting the popcorn down as you notice his note. He watches as your fingers graze the paper, a big smile spreading across your face. Picking up the bracelet you slide it on your wrist and twist it back and forth to admire it before turning back to the paper.

“You like it?” His voice comes out small as you jump and turn to face him.

“I love it, Leon. You’re such a sweet boy,” you coo, holding out your arms for a hug.

He chuffs happily and wraps you up into a bear hug, smothering your laugh into his chest. His rough tongue licks across your ear and jaw before he finally finds your smiling lips, kissing you messily while your hands grip onto his shoulders. Before he lets himself get carried away, he pulls back, dropping one last kiss on your cheek.

“You wanna start the movie while I get the snacks ready?” You murmur, hands lightly petting the nape of his neck and making him shiver.

He stiffens against your thigh, cock filling out as his eyes dilate.

“Miss owner,” he whines softly and you laugh.

“Go on, we’ll snuggle up on the couch,” you kiss the vampire bite of freckles on his neck and pull away from his body heat.

With a dazed pout, he makes his way back into the living room and dramatically collapses onto the couch. Even if you’re not there to see it, it’s the principle of the matter. After a few minutes, he smells a buttery aroma at the same time his ears pick up the sound of kernels popping. It’s not too long before you walk into the living room carrying drinks and a big bowl of popcorn.

He helps you set the drinks down as you sit next to him. Once settled in, you flip through your watchlist and settle on a romcom you’ve been promising to watch with Leon since last week. He watches you out of the corner of his eye while he picks at the salty snack you’re holding in your lap. Halfway through the movie, you shift the empty bowl onto the coffee table and pause the movie to go wash your hands.

Leon stretches his legs out until they’re tucked under the table, slumping into the couch cushions lazily as he waits for you. Coming back into the room, you smile at his relaxed demeanor and sit back down next to him.

You curl up into his side, head resting against his neck as one hand pets his ears slowly. His tail half wraps around your waist and shifts when you sigh against his skin. Your lips drop soft kisses up to his jaw and he tilts his head to meet the next one with a groan. He loves licking into your mouth; it feels so dirty and good. You moan against the muscle as he runs it across your gums and tongue.

“Miss owner, please,” he pants out while you kiss back down his neck.

“C’mon be a good boy and just watch the movie,” you tease, nipping at his jawline, “you’ve been bugging me to put it on for ages.”

He huffs, head lolling against the back of the couch as you press closer into his side, one hand delving under his shirt to tease across his nipples. Leon rocks his hips, cock tenting the joggers obscenely as your fingers feather over his sensitive buds. You pinch one gently and he groans, precum blurting from his tip and wetting his sweats.

“So cute,” you nuzzle his collar bone, “wanna pull it out for me?”

“Yess,” he hisses under his breath, hands fumbling with the band until he’s able to push the loungewear down to pool at his calves.

He hears you inhale as his dick bobs, flushed and thick, dripping precum all down his shaft.

“Please, touch me,” he whispers against your temple, eyes fluttering shut when he feels your hand grip him softly.

“S’good,” his tail thumps as your hand slowly strokes his dick from tip to base and back up, squeezing the head in your fist.

Letting go, he whines and paws at your hips as you stand up. You shush him as you shuffle your own sweats and underwear off before straddling him. Sandwiching his cock against your cunt, the fat tip parts your slit until his cock notches against your drippy hole. His hands grip the fat of your ass as you sink down inch by torturous inch until you’re fully seated in his lap, dick being squeezed by your pussy walls.

“Miss owner, s’all wet ‘n soft inside,” Leon bares his teeth before whining as you tug on his ears, “pussy’s so good, so perfect.”

“Leon,” you gasp, knees digging into the couch next to him as you raise up to drop back down, letting gravity drive his cock up into your soaked cunt.

“Such a good boy,” your voice drips like honey from your lips and his hips rock up, humping your pussy as pleasure shoots through his body.

“Yeah?” A high reedy moan sticks in his throat, “I’m a good boy?”

“Oh the best, Leon, the best boy,” you gasp, eyes drooping when his cock grinds against the front of your cunt, rubbing across the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on him tighter.

“So sweet,” you lean forward, arms bracing your body on the back of the couch, “so sweet to me, w’nna show you much I appreciate it.”

He grunts, the new angle letting him thrust up harder into your pussy, the loud wet sounds of his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt echoing in your living room.

“My sweet pup,” you murmur against his lips and he can’t take anymore.

Leon yanks you close and stands up to splay you out, back pressed down on the couch, with him buried between your thighs. His hips rabbit against yours, pelvis smacking your clit making you squeal and claw at his chest. With a huff, his rough tongue rasps across your panting mouth, tongue delving between your lips. You moan as spit fills your mouth while Leon fucks your cunt rough and deep.

“Gonna cum, Leon,” you finally pull your head back enough to moan.

“Already?” He bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth before letting go with a pop.

“Want my knot, pretty owner? Want me to give you my pups?”

You thrash underneath him, pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock at his words.

“Please, Leon,” you wrap your legs around his waist, “knot me, wanna feel my good boy fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he growls, chest rumbling with the sound.

He reaches between you and thumbs across your clit in slow firm circles. His dick feels like it’s in a vice as you bear down on him, back bowing with pleasure.

“Leon, oh god,” you choke out a loud cry and press your head into the couch cushions, tears beading your waterline.

He watches you fall apart while feeling your pussy squeeze and milk his cock, pressing himself deep until his knot sinks inside and locks him into your spasming hole.

“So good little owner,” he sighs happily, tail wagging behind him while he pumps your tight cunt with load after load of sticky cum.

You giggle, high on endorphins, and run your hands through his hair, eyes tracking his bracelet, “I love the gift, Leon.”

“Mmm, happy you do,” he kisses you on the cheek, nose snuffling against your skin, “Happy Valentine’s.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Leon.”

divider: saradika

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surely-sims · 6 months

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GET A CLUE! - POSE PACK AND ACCESSORIES

Happy Simblreen!! This is a pose pack containing 6 brand new pose accessories, and a few new poses for each. All Pose Accessories are located in Rings and I’ve listed the UV spaces they use below. Each weapon also comes with a placeable BB deco counterpart for hiding in large manors. (Located in Sculptures)

SOME NOTES:

🔍 The Scarlett Cigarette Pose Requires the cigarette holder from Ice-CreamforBreakfast’s Part of the Collab.

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bonefall · 16 days

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i'm ngl depicting thunder's prosthetic as a burden is pretty uncomfortable even if it is something some amputees experience because like. there's a huge stigma around prosthetics already you know? it's like having a parent forcibly strap a child into a wheelchair when they don't need it and having a horrible experience with it and that being your only character in a wheelchair. some full-time wheelchair users do resent their wheelchairs but when that's the only time you're bringing it up at all it feels like you're playing into our society's perception of wheelchairs and mobility aids in general as useless and best and divine punishment at worst. idk do let me know if i'm wording this wrong because i really do love better bones! it's just that this detail is... strange.

I mean, I'm open to feedback if that's not something I should do-- but I do actually have other characters in prosthetics and mobility aids! A lot of them! Thunderstar's actually the only one who ends up rejecting his own, because I also wanted to depict that it's bad to force a device onto someone who does not want one.

Especially in circumstances like Thunder Storm's, where that sort of device would be actively unhelpful for his lifestyle. It might help in open field environments like moorland, but then I got more feedback and realized that it would just make a lot of unwanted noise in a forest (since cats have carpal whiskers to help them figure out where to place their paws). Then I figured it was a good way to show how BB!Clear Sky doesn't actually listen to his son's needs and acts differently when he's not "grateful" enough for his gift.

But he's far and away from the only one with a mobility aid or prosthetic!

I haven't figured out Frog entirely yet, but he's going to be the first cat with a "wheelchair" type device, to set up a long line of cats through the generations improving on it (Probably not much more than a reinforced canvas or durable leather, as this was the age of very early flax processing)

Wildfur's the next in the big advancements, even making the Great Journey in his own and getting a side story based around Littlecloud and Cinderpelt collaborating over this

The device is then improved upon by Jessy for Briarlight, giving her a level of independence and confidence that she needs to finally cut her mom out until she learns how to behave

Deadfoot has a brace for his front paw because the joint is loose (it was based on a friend's carpel tunnel bracelet) which is affectionately referred to as The Bonker; his name is also now an Honor Title (Old name: Hoprunner) for inventing a battle move by distracting with his good paw, and then SLAMMING his other limb down hard on his opponent. It's called "deadfooting."

I think mobility devices are super important, usually massively improve quality of life, and I just enjoy designing them, so the choice to portray Thunder Storm's as negative was a very deliberate one that I did in response to what I thought was a desire in representation. Even the fact it's a hind-leg prosthetic was thought out, since those have a much higher satisfaction rate in humans than hand prosthetics, but in a cat would probably be the opposite.

Still, I'm not missing a limb, so now with all of that context presented, do you still think the same thing? Should I just add even more limb prosthetics to make the ratio of satisfied prosthetic users vs Thunder Storm even steeper?

Sunlit Frost is actually going to have a bite on his good paw go septic (the other side has permanent damage from the fire). I could have that paw get amputated and have Thunderstar "return the favor" for how Sunlit Frost created the prosthetic he rejected by helping him build his own. A pawsthetic, if you will

OR would it be better to just remove the subplot of Thunder Storm grappling with/rejecting a prosthetic that is unfitting for him entirely, and have all prosthetics be 100% treated as positive in the narrative?

#I especially want to hear from anyone who happens to be missing limbs or uses some sort of mobility or accessibility device #Ultimately I consider myself a pretty confident and well-read person but I'm just a single guy!#So I'm open to changing stuff if it's not accomplishing what I wanted it to #I'm not perfect and don't know everything. So I try to listen.#Though I will admit that I am a little emotionally attached to Thunder rejecting the leg prosthetic #I WILL drop it and back off if it is unpopular #but in addition to just liking there being an example of a time where one is unwanted and being able to explore *why*#(with a very important and powerful POV character mind you)#I do like the symbolism of it #With him chewing it off after leaving with Sunlit #Like he's literally leaving the expectations of his father behind #And Sunlit complaining about good leather and hard work lmao #BUT that said. It wouldn't be worth it if I was doing something very insensitive SO lmk.#bone babble #disability #prosthetics

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sacredthefran · 8 months

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Cream & Sugar Pt 7 (2/2)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader

Warnings: Sugar Daddy, Nothing to crazy this chapter :) just some fluff 18+ MINORS DNI

Authors Notes: Hi bb’s! It’s finally here! Also if any of you guys are going to DC, MSG and Philly let me know! I want to meet everyone and give them some bracelets I made. As always, let me know what you guys think :) don't worry, part 8 is coming sooner than you know.......

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“That’s right. I planned us a little date.”

“Haha, so funny. Where are we really going?”

“I told you. I planned a date. Now be quiet and look out the window, entertain yourself.”

You decided to do just that - entertain yourself. You found yourself looking out of the window, aimlessly counting all the trees that you passed, counting all the cars that you two had passed, hell, you were even keeping a tally in your head of each color they were.

“We’re here!” Jake spoke in a cheerful voice while tapping your thigh to get your attention.

“Uh….Jake?” You called out timidly to him, watching as he got out of the car doing a little stretch.

“Yes?”

“You’re fucking with me right?”

“What makes you think that?” Jake peered over his black lens sunglasses, raising an eyebrow at you.

“There’s nothing around us,” you paused to open up your hands - motioning to the empty field that surrounds the black SUV. “Oh wait…I think I can hear a cow mooing in the distance.”

“Ha ha. Smartass. Get out of the car.” You could see a little grin making its way onto Jake’s face as he tried not to laugh at your joke.

“Promise you’re not going to murder me?”

“I promise…well, I want you to enjoy this picnic before I kill you. It’s the least I could do.”

Jake winked at you as he closed the car door, walking over to the trunk of the car, opening it and pulling out a brown whittaker basket.

“You going to join me? Or are you just going to keep staring at me that whole time?”

Closing your mouth and taking a deep breath, you opened up the car door, finding yourself once again, doing whatever Jake wants you too. As you got out of the car you couldn’t help but to admire him in the sunset. The way his hair was laying messily on his shoulders, he couldn’t stop running his fingers through his locks - a nervous habit that he had, the way how the orange glow was radiating around him, making him look more like a God.

Fuck, how is that even possible?

It was almost as if he could feel your eyes on him. He turned his head slightly to you, giving you one of the softest smiles you’ve ever seen grace his features. You knew that you were slowly falling for him, but this? This right here could be your downfall.

“Can you help me with the blanket?” Jake’s voice cracked as he turned his head to face forward again.

No, he can’t be nervous, could he?

Instead of responding, you made your way over to stand directly in front of him, just a couple of inches separating the two of you. Your eyes locked as you knelt down to grab part of the black blanket that was almost touching the ground, noticing how Jake’s breath caught in the back of his throat as you slowly made your way back up - making sure that your face would purposely be by the crotch of his jeans.

“Stop that.”

“Me? I’m not doing anything?” You exclaimed as you brushed your knuckles against his, before stepping away from him completely, letting the length of the blanket separate the two of you.

“You know what you’re doing. Stop trying to wake him up.”

“Him? Don’t tell me you’re the type of guy who names his dick.”

“So what if I am?”

“What’s it called? Anaconda? Your sword? Mini Me?”

“Shut up. Lay the blanket down.” Jake mumbled - avoiding your eye contact as he lowered the fabric to the ground and sunk down to his knees.

“Shut up. Lay the blanket down.” You parroted back, watching in amusement as his cheeks flushed a light pink.

“Quit that.”

Rolling your eyes, you followed his actions of sitting on the blanket, putting a couple of inches in between you two. Everytime Jake would lift something out of the basket, you would grab it out of his hand , trying to ignore the little fire that would ignite in your stomach everytime your fingers would brush. Once everything was laid out, you watched as Jake let out a soft sigh and moved himself to the whole other side of the blanket - turning himself so he was staring directly at you.

“What?” Jake asked innocently as he tilted his head.

“The sunset’s that direction.” You let out a soft giggle, raising your hand and pointing directly behind him.

“I know.”

“So? You’re not going to watch it?”

“I’d rather look at you if that’s alright.” Jake shrugged, opening a bottle of water, giving you a tiny little smirk as he brought the bottle to his lips.

You could feel a tiny blush rising across your cheeks and your chest - you absolutely hated it. You already were trying to get accustomed to the fact that you were pretending to be a man’s girlfriend for money - but the last thing you wanted to do was start to develop feelings past platonic with him. It’ll complicate things. You can’t even count how many times you have had to tell yourself that within the past month. Constantly having an internal battle between right and wrong.

“Judging by how red you’re getting, I would say it’s more than alright.”

“Shut up.”

“Shut up.” You shot him a glare in hopes to get him to stop talking.

“Doesn’t feel so good when someone mocks you, does it?” Jake spoke with a little giggle, as he reached forward to grab a grape.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you.”

“Well you don’t make me laugh, so I gotta make myself do it.”

Your mouth opened in a gasp as you registered what he said, finding yourself blushing even more - a steady heat starting to ignite all over your body.

“Close your mouth. I’m not in the mood to fuck your pretty little mouth right now, I’m trying to be romantic.”

“You? Romantic? Don’t make me laugh.” You rolled your eyes at the long haired man in front of you - you had to at least play hard to get, you didn’t want him to know that you have been swooning on the inside since he chose to face you instead of the orange painted sky.

“Fine, this isn’t a date. It’s just a sugar daddy getting to spend alone time with his sugar baby.”

“Good.”

Damnit. You thought to yourself as Jake broke out into a toothy grin, removing his sunglasses and hanging them off the collar of his shirt.

“Here.” You were snapped out of your little daydream to find Jake holding out a container of Granny Smith Apples with a small round black container sitting on top of it.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, I thought these were your favorite apples.” Jake’s voice almost disappeared as he finished the sentence.

“No. They are my favorite. I just meant what’s in the black container.” You stopped him from pulling back the container by putting a hand on his wrist - holding him delicately in place.

“It’s peanut butter and honey, you said that was your favorite to dip it in, right?”

He remembered, you could feel your heart swelling at the tiny action.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite.”

It grew silent between the two of you as you sat there and picked at all the snacks Jake had packed. Every so often, you two would make eye contact, staring softly at each other until the other would break away and look down at the ground.

“20 Questions?”

“Huh?” Jake lifted his eyes eight from the slices of mozzarella cheese to meet your line of vision, blushing lightly when he noticed you were already looking at him.

“20 questions? You know, the game where you ask the other person questions to get to know them more?”

“I know what it is. I just wasn’t sure if I heard you correctly. Ask away.” Jake rolled his eyes at you in a playful manner.

“You go first. I suggested the game.”

“Okay……are you a virgin?”

“Jacob…” You scolded him in a teasing tone, knowing that of course, he would poke fun at your suggestion.

“Alright, alright. Let me think for a second..” The long haired man trailed off, looking out towards the sunset in a trance, him pushing his tongue into the side of his cheek.

“Favorite color?”

“That’s the question? That’s all you came up with?” You looked over at him, raising your eyebrows, feeling a little shocked that was the only thing he could come up with to ask you.

“Yes, that is my question. I think it’s important that we get to know the little things about each other, before we know each other’s deepest darkest secrets.” Jake leaned forward, squinting his eyes at you speaking as if he was stating facts.

“Why do you think that’s important?”

“Excuse me? It was my turn to ask the question, not yours. Don’t be rude.” Jake sucked his teeth at you.

“Maroon. Now answer my question.”

“You don’t care to know mine?” Jake let out a short breath, placing a hand over his heart like he was wounded by your words.

“Jake, I would love, if you would do the honor of letting me know your favorite color.”

“You sure know how to capture my heart, don’t you? Emerald green.”

“Green?”

“That’s what I just said, isn’t it?”

“Is that why you were so adamant on me wearing a green dress the night we met?”

“No…well kind of. Deandra sent me a photo of you, and I knew since the moment I saw you that you would look good in green. Nothing wrong with wanting to see a beautiful lady in my favorite color.”

You couldn’t find the words to say, feeling dumb founded at this exact moment. Your insides were practically turning as you processed everything Jake was saying, maybe he was trying to be serious about the romance.

“Don’t get all shy on me now.” Jake smirked, looking over at you, his eyes getting bigger in size as he took in how nervous you looked all of a sudden. “Are you going to ask me a question or are you going to keep looking at the grass? I promise it’s not going anywhere.”

“Favorite food?”

“Italian. You?”

“Probably Spanish, there’s nothing better than going to XOCO, sitting on the patio outside, sipping a margarita, and watching the sunrise.” You hummed out to him, reminiscing on all the afternoons you spent at the table in the back of the patio watching the sky turn different colors until nightfall, something about it was so peaceful to you.

“I’ll take you to Mexico one day, you’ll love it.” Jake spoke absentmindedly.

“You’d want to take me on a trip?” You choked out, reaching over to grab the bottle of white wine, he had just removed from the basket. You audibly gulped as you looked at the bottle weighing heavily in your hands - Chateau La Mission Haut Brion - Blanc.

White wine, but the thing is, this just wasn’t an ordinary bottle of white wine - this was the wine that your parents had gifted you when you completed law school. They told you to make sure to save it for a special occasion, and you did just that. The bottle sat firmly on top of the black cabinet in your kitchen. You told Jake this story during a late night conversation, complaining to him about how you were tempted so badly to open it and pour yourself a glass, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

“What’s this?”

“Just a random bottle I had lying around my house.”

“Jake.”

“I may have sent Josh out to get it this morning when you were sleeping.”

“How did..” You trailed off, trying to find the correct wording for the sentence, you didn’t want to assume that he remembered this minor detail.

“How many times do I have to tell you that I pay attention to everything that you tell me.” Jake rolled his eyes playfully. “Besides, I’m not a huge fan of white wine, but this one’s good and I figured this is kind of a special occasion.

You weren’t sure how many questions were asked between the two of you - but you were positive that it was more than twenty. The air around the two of you felt different. You tried finding the words to describe it, but you couldn’t. You weren’t sure if it was because the questions turned from getting to know the small things about each other to getting to know big details about each other’s lives. He had asked you about your childhood, wanting to know every little detail about your family and you did the same. If you were lying to yourself you would say that Jake wasn’t letting his guard down around you - but he was.

It scared you more than you wanted it to. Somehow throughout the conversations, you two had all but finished the bottle, giggling at each other from the top of your glasses, holding eye contact for a couple of seconds before one of you would have to look away from the intensity of it. You weren’t sure how late it was, noticing how the sky had lost the orange hue and turned black, with only the light from the moon shining down upon you.

You hated yourself for it but you had one question that kept popping up in your mind relentlessly.

“So can I ask you something?” You looked up at him timidly.

“I thought that’s what we were doing all along.”

“Shut up.” You found yourself chuckling as Jake busted out into a contagious fit of giggles. His cheeks turning rosy from the mixture of alcohol and the laughter.

“Ask away.”

“Did you…did you k-”

“Did I kill Koszak?” Jake turned dead serious as he took the words out of your mouth. You were positive that he could hear you gulping - trying to swallow down your nerves.

“You really think I’m capable of doing that?” Jake shook his head, looking up at the moon, staring at it lost in thought.

“Well, I have been warned about y-”

“So you decide that those rumors are true? Unbelievable.” He scoffed “I know I have a temper and I don’t always know how to control it. Yes, I can be merciless to some people. But, to accuse me of murder? What the fuck? You really think that low of me?”

“Jake….I don’t think you are capable of doing it, but it just scared me. You were pissed off at the whole situation, you had Josh stalking my every move and then you come walking into the bedroom with blood covering you! What am I supposed to think? Please tell me!”

The tones of calm in the air quickly turned into anger as you both sat up on your knees, staring at one another. Neither backing down from each other. If looks could kill.

“That’s when you trust your fucking gut and trust that I’m not that type of person.”

A couple of minutes had passed between the two of you - both of you just continuously staring, trying to think through the thoughts that were bombarding your mind.

“Look, I don’t want to fight with you.” Jake spoke softly, reaching out and grabbing your hand, softly pulling you towards him. “You want the truth?”

You nodded sheepishly at him as you crawled your way over to him. The coldness of the night started to fade away as you were surrounded by the warmth that radiated off of him.

“Yes, I do work for some dangerous people and yes, I am on their defense team. That’s how I made all my money. Yes, I was extremely angry with you when you went against my word and got on that fucking airplane alone with Koszak. I was trying to protect you. I don’t think you understand how dangerous he was.”

He paused briefly to look down at you - taking a deep breath preparing himself for what he was about to say next.

“I don’t know what it is about you…but I feel the need to protect you. Just let me do that y/n. I know I can be controlling but it’s because I’m worried about what could possibly happen to you.”

Fuck. You felt as if he had punched you right in the stomach, making all the air leave your body.

“I was pissed, I was - no I wanted to kill him. But I could never do that. I called some of the people I worked for and cashed in on a couple of favors that they owe me and I did what I had to do to make sure he would never lay his hands on you again.” Jake puffed out his cheeks and slowly blew the air out, trying to calm himself. “Baby, you’ve got to believe me. I would never kill him.”

“But you organized his murder.”

“I don’t want to go into too many details, but the world is better off without him in it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay? I just admitted something major to you and you just go ‘okay’?” Jake brushed a piece of your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ears as he searched your eyes back and forth, trying to read your mind.

“Okay, I believe you.” You breathed out, not finding it in yourself to break away from Jake’s eyes.

“Thank god.” Jake chuckled, moving his thumb in a soothing motion against your cheek, pulling your face up to meet his and placing a soft kiss against your lips.

You made a move to deepen it, but Jake wasn’t having it - pulling away slowly to rest his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to fuck tonight. I just want us to enjoy each other and watch the fireworks.”

“Fireworks?” You question him as a loud boom sounded off behind you - streaks of red painting the sky.

“Perfect, just in time.” Jake then sat on the ground, parting his legs and beckoned for you to sit in between them.

You complied, smiling to yourself as you turned your back to him, feeling his arms circle around either side of your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. You could feel him smiling too when he placed his chin into your shoulder, nudging his cheeks against yours as you watched the colorful display.

“See that one right there?” Jake lifted a finger pointing to the sky, looking at the Weeping Willow.

“Those are my favorite.” You spoke in a meep voice, snuggling yourself further into his soft chest , enjoying the clunking noise his necklaces would make.

“Really? They’re mine too.” He leaned down to whisper into your ear, his nose nuzzling into your hair. You could’ve sworn that he inhaled your scent at that moment.

“My grandparents had a cabin in the woods, it was behind the pond that I told you Josh and I used to fish at. My grandma told my grandfather that weeping willows were her favorite, when she was a little girl she used to dream about having them planted everywhere in her yard - grandpa made it his mission that summer to plant as many as he could around the pond. They would wake up and just look out at the trees as the sun would rise.”

You felt your heart swelling as he spoke. You turned your head to face him and you were met with surprise to see him staring at you already - studying your face in the glow of the fireworks.

“Looks like your grandma and I have something in common, it’s my dream to have a house surrounded by them too.”

“What about one in the front yard with a swing? I’ll push you on it whenever you want.”

“You would plant me a willow?”

“I would plant all the willows you want.”

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