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hello. emoji assignment. NOW!!!!!!!!! /nf
HELLO JACKASS :D
🦀🔫💜🫂🔪🎆🎮
#crab cause crab rave#gun because your umi#purple heart cause ur ourple :>#hugging because ur a little shit but you're also affectionate in ur own weird way and while we say were gonna fist fight when we meet.#i can't help but think the first thing we're gonna do is hug.#knife bc ur murderous#fireworks because you remind me of one. so cool to see. it's a colourful glimmer in a night sky that's dotted with stars.#also they're dangerous as fuck seriously don't play with them they can send you to the er-#and controller bc gaymer B)#rumi the beloved <3#death-by-rats#ask#ask game answers
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Genie: Javier's Wishes
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When the club finally closed at 3 AM, Javier breathed a sigh of relief. Sure, now he had to clean the whole place after a night of metalhead raving, but after that, he could go home and get some blessed sleep before his shift at the grocery store in the morning.
Javier was putting himself through college. On paper, the job at the club was great, way better than his other stocking and retail jobs. For most of his shift, he could do his readings while making sure that the patrons didn’t get too randy in the bathroom every 20 minutes or so. Even so, the constant cycle of work, sleep, class, repeat was draining. More than anything, Javier wanted some time off to travel.
While tossing a bag of garbage out into the alley, a glimmer of light in the dimness caught Javier’s eye. Just to one side of the door, as if it had been dropped carelessly, was an antique lamp.
Javier picked it up and stuck it in his hoodie pocket. If nothing else, it seemed to be real brass. He could probably sell it. With heavy, tired feet, Javier finished with clean-up and headed home. Before he could even think to unpack his things, he collapsed on his bed.
It wasn’t until the next day, after a shift at the grocery store, afternoon classes, and an evening at his tutoring job, that Javier slumped at the desk in his studio apartment and took out the lamp.
The thing was definitely real brass. There was just one discoloured spot on the side. Javier grabbed a washcloth, but he had barely begun to rub it when a stream of rainbow smoke erupted from the spout. Seconds later, a buff genie in a pair of form-fitting satin pants and a billowy white shirt was hovering in the middle of Javier’s room.
“You know how this goes, right babe?” the genie said, grinning down at Javier. “You make a wish each day, and I make it come true.”
Javier barely had to think. He knew what he needed in his life. “I wish I could travel,” he told the genie.
“Perf,” replied the genie, and clapped his big hands. A burst of dark blue smoke shot from between his hands and then thickened, filling Javier’s vision. In particular, it centred on his old flip phone, the cheapest thing that he had been able to buy.
When the smoke cleared, Javier looked down at himself and was shocked to see that he was in a sharp business suit, holding a briefcase. Instead of his old apartment, he was standing in a hotel room. On the desk, a sleek new Samsung flip phone was open, an appointment blinking. Javier had to get to the airport to fly to London.
In the taxi, Javier took a few work calls. He found that the information he needed for his new job as a marketing professional appeared in his mind as he reached for it. But, by the time he boarded the plane, he realised that he had to create a presentation and do hours of research before he landed at Heathrow. Thankfully, the company paid for his business class seat and in-flight wifi.
After the meeting in London, it was only a few hours until Javier was on his way to a meeting in Lagos. From there, he flew to Kuala Lumpur, and then Hong Kong. It was three days before Javier was sitting on a plane without any pressing work tasks to complete. After so many flights, he wasn’t sure where he was flying to. He went into the airplane toilet and rubbed the lamp.
The genie appeared in the mirror, disdaining to diminish his bulk in the cramped quarters. “You got another wish?” he purred, grinning out at Javier.
“I wish I didn’t have to work,” Javier said, his voice slurring from tiredness.
“Haven’t heard that one before.” The genie winked, and the vent in the bathroom issued a cloud of dark blue smoke. Instead of a suit, Javier found himself in perfectly fitted loungewear as the tiny commercial toilet expanded into a luxurious bathroom. Stepping out of the door, Javier stood in the bedroom of a private jet decorated in a classy, understated style.
A cute young man in a steward uniform stepped into the room. “Can I help with anything, sir?”
“Please, just call me Javi,” Javi said, the words seeming to fall from his lips unbidden in a smooth, laid-back tone. “And no, I’ll call if I need anything.” The full-size bed and fresh satin sheets were calling to him.
After a nap, Javi felt refreshed. The plane was coming in to land in some exotic locale or another. As a trust fund baby with several million dollars in the bank, Javi loved to fly from place to place around the world as the mood took him. He would just stay at a local resort until he got bored and flew out again.
And yet, all the days of partying and living it up felt strangely empty. Javi found himself remembering his life before the genie. All his classmates, friends, and coworkers still living from paycheque to paycheque while Javi ate off of plates worth more than they made in a year. Still, even his indescribable wealth wasn’t enough to support all of them for the rest of their lives. Not if Javi wanted to live as he was becoming accustomed to. So he summoned the genie.
“I wish I could help my friends.”
“Finally, something I can work with,” the genie groaned dramatically, and snapped his fingers.
Instantly, Javi’s vision filled with dark blue smoke. There was a wrenching sensation as he seemed to be pulled across a great distance. When his vision cleared, Javi found himself seated in a well-appointed lounge. He was in a perfectly tailored, fashionable suit, and looked over the rims of his round sunglasses as another young suited man entered.
“Your Highness,” the man said, making Javi’s head spin, “announcing tonight’s young lords.”
Behind him, two more men, some of Javi’s old coworkers from the grocery store, entered. They had fresh haircuts and were wearing perfectly tailored suits that left nothing about their trim bodies to the imagination. Javi found his mouth watering.
The memories rushed in. In order to help the most people in his circle, Javi had used his trust fund to establish a sort of feudal fraternity. He was the Prince, and beneath him were a selection of Dukes who invested in Counts, Viscounts, and Barons. This way, the money went farther, and there was a sense of decorum among Prince Javi’s modern “nobility.”
Of course, judging by the way the two Barons being presented before him tonight were undressing him with their eyes, appearances could only be kept up so long. The Prince was owed his due from those sworn to his service, and Javi could feel his cock hardening in his wool slacks. “Take this to the vault,” he told the steward, one of the rotating Dukes, handing him the lamp. “My lords, with me.” Javi crooked a finger at his Barons and led them to the adjoining playroom.
The Duke handed the lamp off to the nearest non-noble staff member, who took the next exit out of Prince Javi’s court/club. He had been planning to steal some silverware before leaving, but this was a much better haul.
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#male transformation#mental change#reality change#male tf#wealthy tf#genie of the lamp#wish#all fwkong
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stress relief
well .. it has been a day and i am so tired but here she is. not totally filthy but definitely not clean either. have fun <3
Of all the times to not listen to Matty’s rants, you could argue that today is the worst. He’s angry, visibly ticked. His accent is thick and if you hadn’t grown up with him, hearing him speak like this, you’d likely not understand a word coming from his mouth. He’s walking across the expanse of your bedroom with a fire under his feet, ranting and raving about something having to do with media coverage and news outlets and an “awful, fucking article” about him. He’s angry, and rightfully so, but being angry with him is the very last thing on your mind.
On your mind is something much more satisfying, a bit busier than pacing around the bedroom. On your mind is something that would alleviate his stress and yours, along with the ache that’s been building between your legs since he left you in bed, this morning. On your mind is the one thing you couldn’t stand to play into for more than a minute or two all day, because if you had, you would have certainly disrupted his workday.
Matty started it this morning. Matty started it by waking you earlier than your alarm and trailing his fingers across your abdomen, playing with the waistband of your underwear and toying with the edge, dipping his fingers into the cotton and playing with the arousal that pooled between your thighs. His mouth kissed along your cheeks and your neck, a gentle drawing of, ‘time to wake up, my love’ in your ear, his finger rubbing pleasurable circles against the bundle of nerves he would say he knows quite well. He felt encouraged by your whines, the fluttering of your eyes and the way your lips searched for his, aching for a kiss. He didn’t waste time, shoving his underwear down his thighs and nearly ripping yours down your legs, the material lost somewhere behind you. His body was warm, tender, and comfortable above you, making love to you in the earliest hours you could dream of. Having him this way felt like a dream, like something that was too good to be true. Having him in your bedroom, in your house, when he is entirely yours – that’s what your entire adolescence dreamed of.
All day, from the moment he kissed you goodbye and walked out the door, has been spent thinking about this morning, about the way he feels between your thighs, the way he feels inside of you. And Matty could tell something was off by the neediness in your texts, the frequency. Normally, you spoke often throughout the day, but not the way you were today. Matty could tell something was off, but before he could properly figure out what it was, someone was pissing him off and telling him things that, although necessary to know, only made him more angry.
And now, this is where you are, leaning against the bathroom door frame, watching as the love of your life burns a hole in the carpet from his paced steps throughout the bedroom. He is still fully dressed, a fitted white shirt (that could make you need him in a matter of seconds) and blue jeans clinging to his waist. His hands are running over his face, and he puffs out an exasperated sigh, “Are you even listening to me, darling?”
“Always listening to you,” you say, but truthfully, you hadn’t heard the last three sentences coming from his mouth. All you were thinking about was the belt around his waist and how it would take maybe seven seconds to smoothly get his jeans around his ankles.
“I don’t think you’ve listened to me in about seven minutes.”
“Truth?”
“I’d like to hear it, yeah,” Matty says, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for you rather impatiently to say what the reason might be.
Coming off the doorframe, you walk directly to him, your hands immediately getting to work against the belt buckle. Matty looks at you in awe, a moment passing before the faintest glimmer of a smile itches its way into the corner of his mouth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking me all day. Needed you so badly all day.” Matty smirks, his breath hitching in his throat when you scratch along the very edge of the waistline of his pants, his stomach growing tight under you. “And I like how you speak when you’re angry.” His eyes widen as you sink to your knees, your hands pulling his jeans down with ease. “And I have a way to fix your problem and mine. Once I’m all done, I’ll listen, I promise.”
“I think you’ve gone absolutely mad.” Matty is smirking, though, laughing, and his hands are already reaching around your hair and beginning to wrap is up around his hand. He won’t last long like this, and he certainly wouldn’t say no to you – ever. “Can I be angry for a minute without you trying to jump me?”
“Maybe if you look and sound less sexy while doing so, then sure, I’ll be able to control myself and act appropriately.”
Matty laughs, shaking his head, trying to figure out how to say anything that would even compare to that. He definitely has those moment with you. He feels this way when you’re working, when you’re writing, especially when you’re deeply focused, because you get this look on your face that tells him you’re off limits, and like anyone, that makes him need you even more. Matty finds you insatiable in the best way, desired and fun. He couldn’t ever get enough of you, and it’s absolutely enamoring to see you feel the same way towards him. He would never question how you feel, especially not now, seeing you on your knees in front of him.
“Tell me about your day, again,” you say, already beginning to leave innocent kisses along the inside of his thigh, your fingertips running along his happy trail. “Tell me all about it while I’m also hard at work.”
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Music To My Ears
König x Reader
Summary: Uninspired by the monotonous lull of life, König can't help but feel there's something missing. Though he's not quite sure what it is, entirely... until it shows up in front of him.
Words: 600ish
Warnings: angstiness, misunderstanding,
A/N: Another song fic, inspired by... this song.
While he'd never admit it to you considering it'd be grounds for the termination of his position, you'd caught the Colonel's eye. After you've been in the military for a while things start to become monotonous in a way. Sure, there are things that are everchanging and always differing when it comes to the minutia of it, but truly... once you've been in the ranks for a while, it's safe to say that you've most likely seen it all.
Suffice to say, if his life were a movie, the Colonel doesn't think it'd be entertaining in the least. A book? Repeating stories over and over. A song? Something simple, like a children's song. Perhaps something with three chords in the melody. Nothing fancy. Despite his choices, despite what he'd been dealt in life. The truth is... deep down, the one thing that his enemies would probably never be able to guess that keeps him awake is not the actions he's taken, or the things he's done. It's all the things he hasn't. There are days, hours, and moments where all that feel left of him is a shell- a husk of a man, drowned by yearning, longing, and want.
It's not to say that the life he has isn't the one he wants. That he hasn't tried to get where he is or hasn't chosen to pursue what he has. No... no, he's worked hard to get where he is today. Yet, there's always been that part of him. That something, just there, tugging at him, at his heart, deep down- somewhere- deep within.
He has guesses of what'd fill that void. The longing, yearning, deep ache in his chest fulfilled by something so simple? It's a belief he holds. Yet, he's never found himself willing, or pushed, or whatever you'd want to call it. Perhaps, maybe, divinely persuaded to find purchase in pursuing such avenue. Not... until you.
Whether it was the way he found himself utterly enamored by the way he immediately noticed you and the humility you carry. Was there a chance it's the flaws you hold? Obvious in a glaring way when held up against a mirror to the almost perfect soldiers he and his captains train? Somehow you'd make it past selection. And he questions it every day, but doesn't send you home. Though you've only been sent out on a handful of missions he's seen the humanity you've shown not only the hostages, but the fatally wounded and surrendering enemy soldiers, the civilians. As Colonel it's his duty to uphold certain procedure and protocol, yet what could be deemed as a 'flaw', to him, is far more beautiful than everything that he's been taught, trained, and has been engrained into him to do.
Recently, you've been so kind to him. Treating him as an equal, not shying away your opinions or sucking up because of his position. It's clear you trust him, and while he knows that's a vulnerable thing to be given in this field, König knows he'd never betray you like that. Ever since you'd come into his life a few months ago when you'd been transported to base all he can hear is the way the simple music of his life has turned into far greater, more complicated music.
Maybe his outlook is different now, maybe there's a glimmer of hope, perhaps. Nevertheless, he knows his life could be ballads, or instrumental, or disco, or rave, or pop, or any sort of music he desires! Now, there's really a chance that those things he'd never let himself dream of having... of receiving... just maybe, he can dream of having them... with you.
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We Are The Land - JTK
Camping Jake, anybody?
I'm back again with more self-indulgent fluffy smut. I'm such a sucker for Friends to Lovers, I can't help it. Enjoy loves!
Words: 11.1K
Summary: Josh drags you and the rest of the guys to the middle of nowhere on a camping trip, where he, Sam and Danny team up to get you and Jake together.
Warnings: SMUT, oral (m&f), penetrative sex, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, very fluffy, you may vomit.
The stark white paint of the infamous Juck contrasted brighter than ever against the backdrop of trees. Josh twisted his keys, killing the engine as he turned to the rest of the group with his wide goofy grin, singing “We’re heeeeeere!”
You blinked your eyes open, taking in the dense woods outside the window. It was only a three hour drive up into the forested lake area, but Josh’s non-stop rambling stretched each minute into eternities. You loved Josh, truly, he was like a brother to you, but your eyelids felt heavy after half an hour. The foggy sleep-induced haze cleared from your mind slowly as you got your bearings, only then realizing that the warm shoulder your head was leaning on belonged to Jake. Quickly lifting your head from your pillow in his neck, you met his eyes with a blush. He was smiling down at you fondly, his warmth spreading through your thigh pressed to his. Your stomach flipped in that moment of intense connection. He whispered to you in the low rasp that drove you insane, “Well hello, sleeping beauty.”
You couldn’t remember falling asleep, only the seemingly endless stretch of driving as Josh brought all of you out to this camping spot he’d been raving about for months. Much to your giddy excitement, Danny called shotgun (on account of having the longest legs) ensuring that Jake would be squished in the backseat with you and Sam. You also suspected Danny made the call on purpose, his knowledge of your thing for Jake weighing his decision. That was confirmed from the subtle wink he shot you in the rearview mirror. Danny fancied himself quite the cupid ever since you confided in him several months ago. You’d latched onto Danny back in grade school, his soft-spoken nature only drawing you both closer as you grew up side by side. Despite your equally close friendship with the Kiszkas, Danny was the least likely to cause any problems with a secret like yours. He was most discreet, and never teased you once about your feelings.
You weren’t even sure when they started, those puppy-love feelings. Jake had always been cute, but you’d never seen him as more than the baby-faced goof that got stuck in the monkey bars. These days, though… nobody could deny Jake had grown into a gorgeous young man. These days, you were noticing the way his veiny hands stretched around the neck of his guitar, callused fingertips pushing and bending the strings. You noticed the way his hair fell around his shoulders, always looking effortless despite the rigorous care you knew he takes of it. You noticed the mischievous glimmer in his eyes when he picked on Sam, the heated, stormy darkness that overtook those same eyes when something sparked that fiery temper of his.
And you didn’t know if it was your mind playing tricks on you, convincing you of something that wasn’t there, but now as you blushed under his fond gaze, you thought you noticed the way his eyes flickered down to your lips and back, just for a moment before he blinked and turned away. You almost missed the light blush colouring his cheeks. Almost.
Clambering out of the visual atrocity of Josh’s jeep truck behind Sammy, you caught Daniel’s eye over the back of the vehicle. Danny was subtle, but he had the most shit-eating grin across his face. You shot him a playful glare, a silent warning to shut up, but he simply smirked wider and winked. Backpacks and sleeping bags covered your bright red face as they were pulled out. Sam started an argument with Josh over who should carry their tent down to the campsite, providing a much needed and entertaining distraction.
Josh clapped Sam on the back affectionately, “You’re young and spryer than me, Sammy boy. Do your elders a favor.” He looped the carrying strap of the tent case over Sam’s neck before he could protest, earning a huff from Sam, and a mumble about old geezers and old folks homes. You giggled at their antics, gearing up with your own sleeping bag and backpack. Danny snickered and circled around the Jeep, taking the, truthfully, heavy tent from his friend. Sam patted his back with a soft thanks, taking Danny’s light backpack in turn.
Jake and Josh set off, taking the lead, guiding the rest of you down the slight decline towards the spot Josh had in mind. Danny jogged up to walk beside you, Sam trailing closely behind.
“Shut it, Wagner.”
Danny laughed out loud, “I didn’t even say anything! Sam, did I say a single thing?”
Sam snorted behind you, “No, no you did not, why so snippy, bug?”
You turned your head and stuck your tongue out at him, making him smile and roll his eyes. Turning back to Danny, you squinted. “You were thinking thoughts.”
Danny giggled and nodded. “Yeah, I do that sometimes, you should try it,” he joked. You snorted at his teasing, shoving your shoulder into his arm playfully.
Sam sped up to walk on your other side, cocking his head curiously, “Wait, what am I missing here, why does Danny need to shut up?”
Danny raised his eyebrows at you, silently saying ‘up to you.’ You chewed on your lip for a second then turned to face Sam, who was getting antsier by the second, not liking being left out of anything.
You reached out your hands, slowing down both boys on either side of you to allow a little more distance between your trio and the twins ahead. Once they’d gained enough of a lead, you turned to Sam and grabbed his arm a little harder than necessary. His eyes widened as you began, “If you mention what I’m about to tell you to anyone outside the three of us, I will personally lace your veggie dogs with arsenic at the campfire tonight.”
You raised your eyebrows at him, conveying your seriousness despite the amusing threat. Sam’s brows furrowed, and he crossed his heart with his free arm. “I swear, bug, scouts honor, my lips are sealed,” he murmured worriedly.
You nodded and sighed. “I kinda… have feelings for your brother.” You looked straight ahead, unable to maintain eye contact once you spoke. In your peripheral, Sam’s eyes bucked, wide as saucers. “Josh?!” he hissed. You cringed as though scalded, “No, idiot, Jake!”
Danny chuckled on your other side. “More than feelings, you’re so in love with him it’s painful to watch. Thank god she finally told you, man,” Danny smiled at Sam, “it was killing me.”
Sam’s eyes shot between yours and Danny’s as you kept walking, keeping enough distance between you and the boys in question. You could watch his brain process this revelation by the expressions on his face. You almost laughed, but your vulnerability overwhelmed the humor. Finally, Sam smiled wide, his grin unnervingly similar to Danny’s scheming smirk.
He cleared his throat. “Daniel?”
“Yes, Sam.”
“You know what we must do, right?”
Danny giggled, “What is that, Samuel?”
Your eyes darted between them, panic rising as they talked. “No, nononono, no, no doing, there will be absolutely no doing of anything, no!”
Sam giggled at your misery. “I’m so glad we went for that family size tent,” he sing-songed to Danny, ignoring you. Danny chuckled, “Oh? And why would that be?”
You shot daggers into Sam, mentally shoving his smug face in a bucket of water. “Well, funny you should ask, Daniel. I was just thinking about how the tent has these section, divider thingies, y’know, like rooms within the tent?”
Danny’s face spread into a wide smirk, catching on to Sam’s debauchery. “Ahh, how conveniently designed.”
Sam nodded in faux astonishment, “Indeed, quite the engineering feat, these tent designers have accomplished. So many uses for that extra privacy,” he turned his face to you, pointedly.
Your face was likely scarlet, but you had no time to talk them out of this plan before your brave twin leaders stopped, dropping their equipment in a small clearing. As you approached, you elbowed Sam’s ribs, with a final warning hiss, “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll lose a certain undersized appendage.” Danny snorted, snickering as Sam huffed defensively.
Forcing a smile as you came up to the two boys, your heart fluttered at the sight of Jake, now with the hairbrained scheming of your best friends swirling in your mind. What if you did end up sharing a section with him? Would it be awkward? How close would you have to lie? What if you snored? Your head spun, and you out at the view to shut off your racing thoughts.
The trees offered shade and privacy, but through them you could clearly see the sky-blue of the lake, reflections of trees and clouds creating a gorgeous mirror. The water gently lapped at the pebbled shore, soft bird calls and frogs creating a symphony of nature’s music. Your shoulders involuntarily relaxed, smiling softly at the scenery. Josh was right, this was something special. You turned to tell him that, but your eyes caught on Jake’s face, his eyes widening and his gaze quickly tearing away from you.
You felt your heart skip a beat, wondering if he was really looking at you just then. Deciding not to dwell on it, you walked up to Josh, playfully punching his shoulder as Sam and Danny started unzipping the tent bag. “I suppose the trip and the hike was worth it, this is pretty fuckin’ nice,” you smiled. Josh beamed back at you, “What did I tell you, Bug? Jeez, have I ever led you astray?” You giggled, your mouth opening, Josh interrupting immediately, “Nope, don’t answer that.”
Jake snickered and squatted down to help pull out some poles. You grinned, knowing that he loved watching you tease his twin, and you loved making him laugh.
Josh set off to relieve himself in the bushes, leaving you and Jake to your own devices as the two younger boys worked on your shelter for the night. You gave him a shy smile, gesturing to the woods. “Wanna go collect some firewood?”
He returned the smile, nodding, “Yeah, lead the way, bug.”
Both of you started off into the thick forest, careful not to get too far away as you bent over picking up kindling and logs. It was comfortably quiet between you, but you still felt nervous being alone with him, wanting to keep him laughing. Your worst fear was Jake thinking you were boring, or lame or something. Glancing around the forest floor, you reached for a stick, only to grab the same one Jake also went for. Pulling at the same time, you quickly made eye contact, you giggling shyly. “Sorry-“ “My bad-“ Jake chuckled at your mutual interruptions, handing you the stick. “Here, all yours.”
You took it and joked, “You’re so generous, Jacob,” adding it to your stack under your arm.
He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, “Well, y’know, sticks like that are hard to come by. Rare and valuable resource.” You giggled at his joke, side-eyeing him. He looked over at you, smiling with that same fond smile from the car. Your stomach flipped, and you quickly looked away, clearing your throat.
“This is… probably good for now, I guess,” you inspected your bundle of wood. Jake shook his head quickly, then nodded, “Uhm, yeah, should do us for a while, anyway.”
Your eyes met for another lingering moment, then Jake extended his free arm. He snaked it around your waist and began walking you back to the campsite, his hand resting on your lower back.
Surely he must be hearing your heart pounding this hard. You never had to focus so hard on walking before, but you were terrified you’d trip and eat mud right in front of him. He was holding you, why was he holding you? A part of your brain tried to convince you he was always touchy, the whole family was. Hell, Josh linked his arm with you so often Sam called you two a chain-link fence. But Jake had never done something like this before. This was undeniably… romantic. The two of you, strolling through the woods, with his arm around you like he was your boyf-
You mentally shook those thoughts away. Dangerous territory, getting your hopes up that high. Moments like these happened just often enough to build up a tiny spark of hope, only for you to squash them down before you got too invested. Jake didn’t see you that way, he never said anything. A few times you thought he might, though. One time that came to mind was that evening of the fourth of July. You’d been battling the heat with strawberry wine coolers, hanging around the pool all afternoon with the guys. Your bathing suit was still damp, clinging to your body as Josh and Danny got the fireworks ready. From your lounge chair, you saw Jake coming around the deck in your peripheral. He sat beside you on the arm of your chair, watching his Danny’s half-hearted attempt to reel Josh back to reality. Your heart rate picked up, as it always did around Jake these days. You chanced a peek up at him, and as though reading your mind, he looked down at you. His eyes were warm, slightly hazy from the beers. Your breath hitched as you watched his eyes travel down your face, eyeing your lips. You swallowed, parting them slightly as his hand reached over, cupping your jaw softly.
“You’re really something, Bug, I’m glad you’re here,” he’d murmured quietly, a revelation just for your ears. You looked up at him in awe, unable to believe this tender, intimate moment was really happening outside your imagination. “You having fun?” he continued, but all words flew out the window when his thumb swiped along your bottom lip. You simply blinked up at him, innocently stunned, and you could’ve sworn he leaned in a little closer. You mustered up all your courage, and you were just about to press a kiss to his thumb pad when-
Tsssssssss- The sudden explosion of the first firework jolted both of you back into the real world. Jake straightened, his arm retreating from your face. His cheeks flushed scarlet, and he stood, quickly walking back into the house.
Your head was running a mile a minute, so dizzying that you didn’t even notice Danny come up to you, kneeling at your feet. He’d watched the whole thing unfold with bated breath, cringing equally as hard when Josh’s firework interrupted what could’ve been an incredible moment.
“Hey, bug-a-boo… what happened there?” he whispered, taking your shaky hand in his large warm one. You were thankful for his ever present stability, one of your favourite of his qualities.
You exhaled long and slow, meeting his concerned gaze. “I have no idea… I thought… I thought he was going to-“ you bit your lip, willing away the frustrated tears that pooled in your eyes. Danny reached up, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back as he squished beside you on the large lounger.
“Heyyyy, shhhh, don’t be upset,” he cooed softly.
You nodded, swallowing harshly, “No I’m fine, sorry, I just… that was weird.”
Danny nodded, “Well, if you ask me, it wasn’t weird at all.” You met his gaze again, his eyes warm and comforting, silently assuring you that you were safe and secure. You leaned into him with a nod, his arms wrapping around you tightly.
“He looked at me so… so tenderly,” you breathed faintly, relaxing in Danny’s hug
Danny smiled into your hair, humming softly. “He always looks at you like that, Bug. You just haven’t noticed.”
Jake stepped back into the clearing beside you, forcing you back to reality. His arm dropped to your dismay, purely to set the sticks down, but you still felt the loss. He must have felt your gaze on him as he arranged the wood in the firepit, because he turned over his shoulder, catching you staring. He smirked as you blushed furiously and turned away, dropping your pile of wood next to his and trotting over to the others.
The tent was nearly completely set up, Josh having returned to give Sam and Danny another hand. You gawked at its size as you approached it. Sam wasn’t kidding when he said this thing was like a hotel. It was bigger than your entire bedroom, and tall enough to comfortably stand in. Danny was only slightly hunched inside as he held up the support rod.
“Okay, yeahhhh, baby, take it all,” Sam joked crudely, pushing the tent pole through the side slot. You snorted, getting his attention. He smiled cheekily at you, “Oh hello, bug, how was your romantic walk in the woods?” You shot him a glare, your heart skipping a beat, knowing Josh definitely heard that. Sure enough, his curly head peeked out the rear door of the tent and looked at you suspiciously.
“What’s this about a romantic walk?” he questioned, dramatically suspicious. You blushed, stepping back, “Nothing, Sam’s an idiot, I wasn’t-“
“Aht! Not so fast,” Josh squinted, retreating from the window and crawling out of the tent to slide up to you, a finger pointed accusingly. “You were back there with Jake,” he noted.
Your eyes darted between him and Sam, wordlessly threatening Sam’s life in a million painful ways. You stepped backwards again, Josh stepping forward right along with you. “S-so? We were getting firewood,” you stammered unconvincingly. Josh raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Oh, so the googoo eyes you’ve been sending him for months were nothing?” Your eyes widened helplessly and you stepped back again, only for him to corner you against a tree. His lips cracked into a wide smile, his suspicious eyes softening. “You like my brother, don’t you, Bug?”
You chewed on your lip, looking down and playing with your shirt’s hem. “Maybe,” you mumbled.
Josh’s grin doubled, and he grabbed your shoulders, shaking them as he jumped up and down excitedly. “This is so great,” Josh whisper squealed.
You giggled at his enthusiasm, relaxing slightly. “Why is it great Josh? I have a stupid crush on your stupid twin who doesn’t even see me like that, which means I’m stupid.” You rolled your eyes, shoving his hands off you playfully.
Josh bounced around you as you walked back up to the tent. “No, no this is great. This is better than great, you guys would be so cute together, does he know? Oh my god, can I tell him?” Josh buzzed frantically.
You shook your head profusely, grabbing his shoulders this time, holding him steady. “Josh. No. Please don’t tell him, he doesn’t like me like that, it’ll ruin everything,” you implored, desperation leaking into your voice.
Josh’s face dropped at your words. “What? Of course he does, why- what gives you the idea he doesn’t? Did he tell you that?” Josh’s face hardened, “Did he say something to hurt you?”
You rubbed his shoulder reassuringly, “No, sweetie, of course not, Jake wouldn’t hurt me, I just… he’s never said anything at all. That’s the problem,” you chuckled humorlessly.
Your friend relaxed, prying your hands off his shoulders and holding them in his, watching your face seriously. “Believe me, if he hasn’t told you so, it’s just because he’s too scared.” Josh’s voice softened, hushing even more so his youngest brother and friend didn’t hear, “He looks at you like you’re his entire universe, mama. Believe me, I grew up with him. We have the same face,” he chuckled. “I know his expressions well, the way he looks at girls, the way he looks at you. You should tell him, you might be pleasantly surprised.”
Josh gave you an imploring look, nodding with his eyes in Jakes direction, letting your hands go. You followed his glance, landing on Jake’s form by the enormous stacked up pile of sticks. You watched him stand straight, hands up cautiously as he placed the last stick, balancing out the pyramid of wood and backing away. He relaxed and smiled wide in triumph when it didn’t collapse, immediately turning around and landing his gaze on you. His eyes shone with pride, and something else. Something tender, something sweet and fond. Your heart fluttered, returning his excited smile.
Maybe Josh was right.
After the sun had gone down, and the only noises coming from the frogs and the crackling, dying fire, your heavy eyes skimmed around the circle. Your heart felt so full, surrounded by the people you loved most in this world, connected with nature and swaying to the soft John Denver song Jake strummed lazily. He sat closest to you, angled beside you in his folding chair. His hair fell over his face gently, which he pursed his lips and blew out of his eyes. It looked so soft. He looked so soft. His eyes reflected the firelight, but they seemed to glow from within as he played. Your eyes traveled down to his soft, pillowy lips, slightly parted in concentration. His sweet button nose gleamed slightly pink from the drinks and the warm fire, and his brows knit and relaxed with the music he made. Down his body, you watched his hands dance across the frets. The veins and muscles of his rough hands delicately flexed as he moved from chord to chord, strumming and picking intricately. His nails were always so clean and well tended, even on a camping trip where he’d been handling dirt and sticks all day.
He looked devastatingly gorgeous. The urge to scoot up to him and kiss him was nearly painful. You sighed quietly and tore your eyes away from him, fiddling with your hands in thought. Quietly, Danny stood up from his place across from you where he’d observed your lovesick ogling. He moved to sit beside you, handing you a long stick with a marshmallow on the end. You took it, giggling softly and thanking him. He nodded with a smile, ruffling your hair. You swatted him away as he stood back up, heading to the tent. “I’m turning in, lads. Don’t start a forest fire, please,” he called, stepping into the nylon suite.
You giggled, shooting a teasing look at Josh as you held your marshmallow stick over the coals. He threw his hands up across from you, smiling playfully. “Can’t start a fire if I’m going to bed too, bug.” He slapped his thighs and stood up with a groan, his inner grandpa shining through. Stretching his back, you caught him nudge Sam’s foot with his, subtly telling him to come with. Sam cleared his throat, looking from Josh to Jake to you. “Yeah, same here, long day and all, goodnight kids,” he smiled mischievously at you. Jake looked up at his brothers as they scurried away into the tent. You could hear the childish giggles inside the tent from way over by the fire and you rolled your eyes, sharing a knowing smile with Jake.
You tucked your knees up under your chin, shivering slightly in the cool air, the dying embers of the fire no longer keeping you warm. Jake furrowed his brow, watching you shrink into yourself, and he huffed, standing up and placing his guitar down gently in the chair and picking them both up, placing them directly beside you. You bit your lip shyly as Jake lifted his guitar again into his lap as he sat down, pulling off his faux-sheepskin lined denim jacket. He shifted in his seat, untangling his arms from it, and then brought it around to drape it over your shoulders. “There we go…” he muttered softly, arranging it around your body, “…better?”
You felt nauseous with butterflies. His scent surrounding you, his proximity, his warm soft jacket, the gesture itself… your head spun, but you managed to force out, “Y-yeah, thank you, Jake.” The only noise was the crickets chirping in the surrounding foliage, nothing to distract you from the boy beside you. It dawned on you that you were being set up by the other three miscreants, but you were undeniably enjoying their matchmaking, out here alone with Jake. It was such an intimate moment, you screamed at yourself to do something.
Your stomach flipped, but you turned your head to look at Jake anyway. Only to find his eyes already trained on you. His cheeks tinted pink, but he didn’t look away. Your eyes locked, and it could have been a split second or half an hour, you wouldn’t be able to tell.
He finally swallowed, looking down. “You ever play guitar anymore?” he asked softly.
You smiled softly. “No, haven’t since high school, I think.”
Jake nodded, smiling softly, and he reached over into your lap. Your breath hitched as his hand wrapped around yours. He guided the guitar between the both of you, half on your lap and half in his, making his thigh brush against yours. He gently placed your hand around the neck of his acoustic, shaping your fingers into the chord. He looked pointedly at your other hand, hinting for you to strum. You giggled under your breath and drug your thumb down the six strings. He smiled wide, glancing at you briefly before moving your fingers again. “Good, now this one,” he muttered to you. You strummed again, your hand warming up under his. He nodded, “Nice, then G,” he shaped your hand again, this time pulling your arm slightly to drop your wrist, easing the stretch of the chord in your hand. You strummed, but your eyes were lost in his profile, illuminated by the moonlight above. He looked ethereal, like he wasn’t even real.
He moved your fingers back to their original position, letting you strum again, and smiling brightly up at you. “There you go, now you can play practically every song on the radio since the fifties,” he chuckled.
You giggled, “How’s that?” Wanting to hear anything he had to say about music, or anything he wanted. Just wanting to hear his voice, really. It was so soft, raspy from the toke earlier in the evening and breathy in your close proximity.
He looked down at his hand, still wrapped warmly around your smaller one on the neck. “Those four chords comprise about ninety percent of western music,” he said, smirking, “and honestly, about ninety percent of our music.”
You giggled, tilting your head to look at him. “I dunno, I think there’s a lot more to your music than four chords,” you told him softly. “I think there’s something… really special about the songs you write.”
Jake’s eyes fluttered up to meet yours, and you saw the same vulnerable, tender warmth in his eyes you convinced yourself you made up all those times before. “Thank you,” he said softly, you nodding once in acknowledgement.
He exhaled softly, eyeing your face, and bring his hand away from yours around the neck of his guitar to cup your jaw softly. You leaned into his touch, terrified he’d run away again.
He gave you a fond, crooked smile, before muttering quietly, “I think there’s something really special about you, Bug.”
You smiled shyly at him, feeling your cheeks heating up, not from his hand. “Oh yeah?”
He nodded once, his eyes dipping questioningly to your lips and back. You met his intense gaze, and all the screaming, panicked frenzied voices in your head were suddenly muted. He leaned forward slowly, and you did too, keeping your eyes on his until his nose brushed against yours shyly. His breath fanned across your lips as he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”
You grinned far too wide for the moment, and nodded gently, closing the gap between your mouth and his.
Your lips molded together in a dizzying warmth. Kissing Jake was so much better than any daydream, his lips were supple and soft, and he pressed them to yours with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The hand that was still holding your jaw slipped back into your hair, gently holding your head close. His lips parted, realigning with yours at more of an angle, deepening the kiss. You faintly whimpered in your throat, his hot breath mixing with yours as the kiss got more intense. Jake seemed to like your little noise, a quiet sigh slipping from his lips. With a closing kiss, he gently pulled away from you. Your eyes fluttered open, dazed and giddy. You couldn’t help the goofy smile that stretched your cheeks. To your credit, Jake had a similarly stunned smile as he trailed his eyes over your face.
You couldn’t help the shy giggle that bubbled out of you, either. Jake smiled wider at your laughter, leaning back a little farther to see you more clearly. You bit your lip, softly confiding to him, “I’ve wanted that for a really long time.” His eyes almost seemed to droop as a lovesick grin took over his boyish face.
“God, me too,” he chuckled, shaking his head gently. You internally squealed and jumped in a circle, his confirmation all you’d ever wanted and more.
“We’re idiots, aren’t we,” you looked down bashfully. Jake sighed contentedly, “Oh yeah. Morons.” He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose, and smiling at the way you squirmed slightly and blushed.
He stood up then, opening his guitar case and laying his baby down securely, latching it up and then quickly tossing the bucket of water over the few remaining embers.
Guitar case in hand, he reached out his other one to you, smiling shyly. Your heart fluttered, taking his hand and standing up. He watched your face, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing your knuckles. You giggled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Are you trying to make me melt, Kiszka?”
He smiled wide, stepping away from the chairs and leading you to the tent. “And if I am?”
You bit your lip, “It’s working,” you confessed. He looked back at you over his shoulder, absolutely glowing under the moonlight. Your stomach flip-flopped again, and you felt yourself falling for him all over again. His eyes twinkled as he turned fully to face you, drawing you into his body. You were about ten feet from the tent, so you made sure to stifle the surprised giggle. Jake set his guitar case on the ground beside you, snaking both arms around your waist. You sighed softly, stepping impossibly closer to his body, your arms instinctively lacing around his neck.
“Good,” he whispered. “Cause you turn me into a puddle every single time I look at you.” One of his hands slid lovingly up your back as he looked down at you.
You tightened your arms around him, drawing him down to you tentatively. It was still sinking in that you kissed Jake, that you could kiss him again. You never wanted to stop, now, drunk on his lips.
He smiled softly as he pressed his lips to yours once more. You felt him smiling against your lips, and he pulled back just enough to whisper, “God, I can’t believe I’m kissing you.” He giggled breathily, returning to kiss you again. You huffed a quiet laugh through your nose, returning his kiss eagerly. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping it gently, which made his legs falter. You stumbled forward into a tree, effectively pinning Jake against it as your mouths feverishly wrestled. He let out a strangled moan into your mouth, slipping his tongue against yours hungrily. You broke away, slightly out of breath, looking up into his darkened eyes.
For a few seconds, you both just stared at each other, mutually drinking in the flustered face in front of you. Jake cracked a crooked smile, whispering softly, “Wish we had our own tent.”
You blushed at his words, giggling breathlessly in surprise. “Naughty,” you joked quietly, biting your lip.
Jake flushed and his eyes widened, “I meant so I could kiss you more, I didn’t- I mean I want- but I mea-“ You giggled, shutting him up with a kiss. He melted in your touch, sighing softly as you pulled away. You gave him a bright grin.
“Well… you sort of get your wish.”
Jake furrowed his brow, “How’s that?”
You looked down shyly. “The other guys… they knew,” you clear your throat, “they knew I liked you, and well… I think if we go into that tent, we’re gonna find an empty section of it meant for us,” you finished, smirking bashfully.
Jake’s confused look morphed into a shit eating grin. “You been talkin’ to them about me, huh?” He cocked his head in mock arrogance.
You playfully thumped his shoulder. “You shush.”
He giggled, drawing you into him for another kiss in the night air. “That’s cute,” he said lowly against your lips.
You lightly nipped his bottom lip, giving him a cheeky smile. “What, you never talked to Josh about me?”
Now it was Jake’s turn to blush. His eyes darted nervously, quietly mumbling, “Yeah, maybe…” You smiled wider, pulling him impossibly closer and kissing his jaw, earning you a soft sigh.
“What did you talk about?” you whispered against his adorable little dimple, pressing a kiss to it.
Jake was unraveling at your flirty touches, getting increasingly flustered. “I- uhm, we talked… sometimes… well I talked, he listened,” he smirked bashfully, “Just… cute things you did… funny things you said to me, or like, certain dresses you wore, cute ways you’d do your hair,” he ran his fingers through your hair, causing you to shiver. You looked up at him, doe-eyed, hoping he’d continue.
“Sometimes I’d uhhh…” he blushed, swallowing, then shaking his head.
You smiled encouragingly, “You’d what, babe?”
His jaw fell open slightly, clearly enjoying your new use of the pet name. “I’d… I guess, theorize? About what kissing you would be like,” he ended with a breathy whisper.
You blushed, but you were absolutely beaming at the revelation. You stood on your tiptoes, pecking his lips teasingly, then turning and pulling him with you towards the tent’s door without another word.
You paused at the door, listened for a second, hearing no snoring. You rolled your eyes, knowing they were definitely eavesdropping, and you unzipped the entrance, stepping inside and kicking your sandals off. Jake followed suit, and you made eye-contact, winking at him before you stepped over the bodies of your friends, not-so-gently stepping on Sam’s leg.
“OW- fuck,” he hissed, curling into himself. You and Jake laughed, joined by Danny and Josh who’d given up their façade as well, and you nudged his lanky frame with your foot, “Sorry Sammy, didn’t see ya there!” You gave him your best innocent face, to which he groaned and rolled away from you. “Meanie.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile and unzipped the inside door to the next segment of the tent. You let Jake step in beside you, and after you zipped up the door, you heard Josh giggling on the other side, a quiet “Ooo la la,” quickly followed by a muffled “Oof-“ as presumably Danny kicked him.
You and Jake made eye contact and held back a laugh, unfurling your sleeping bags.
You bit your lip, laying yours beside Jake’s well-loved blue plaid one. “You still got that thing?”
He followed your eyes to his sleeping bag, and nodded, “Yeah, lots of memories in that thing,” he smirked.
You gave him a disgusted look, to which he laughed and quickly said “Not that, ew.”
You giggled, feeling giddy still, “Ew? What, do girls have cooties, Jacob?”
He snorted, shaking his head and flopping down, wiggling his legs into the sack. “Yeah, keep your distance, will ya?”
You responded by flopping down beside him, then promptly wiggling like an oversized caterpillar towards him until your sides were pressed together. You flashed him a wide smile, and he giggled, “Oh shit, well now I’m already contaminated. Guess we may as well quarantine together.”
You snickered, bringing your voice down to a hushed whisper, guaranteeing only Jake’s ears would hear you. “I heard kissing is a great way to boost the immune system, y’know.”
He turned his head, leaning up on his elbow over you, smug as anything. “I’ve heard that too, we’d better try it. For science, you know,” he leaned down with a smirk.
You nodded quickly, “For science.” His lips met yours, skipping the gentle hesitant kisses and slipping his tongue immediately along your bottom lip. You held back a moan at his boldness, losing yourself into the sensations as you made out with your crush in a tent. High school you would’ve fainted if she could see you now. Jakes hand roamed up from its place on your shoulder, smoothing along your neck and collarbones. His hot, wet kisses consumed your every thought, and he slid his hand southward more. You gasped slightly into his mouth as it cupped your boob, and he quickly pulled back, retracting his hand as well.
“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have, I should’ve asked-“ He cupped your cheek apologetically, and you quieted him with a kiss for the second time. Quite effective method, you noted to yourself.
You gave him a cheeky smile. “No, it was a good gasp, I liked it,” you breathed, taking his hand in yours and guiding back to your chest. His face quickly morphed from regret to relief, then to hunger. “Oh,” he choked out.
Diving back down to resume the kiss, he ran his hand down your front. You whimpered quietly into the heated kiss, and he took it as encouragement, slipping his chilly hand under your shirt. You flinched slightly at the temperature shock, earning you a playful giggle from Jake, who promptly flattened his freezing hand against your stomach. You hissed, squirming under his touch with a breathless giggle, “No, you’re fucking frozen solid!”
He nodded, smiling mischievously, flipping his hand and pressing the equally cold back of his hand against you.
You squealed silently and shoved his hand away, quickly pushing him back and rolling to lean over him, pinning his icicle hands above his head. “What are you, dead?? Why’re you so cold, huh?”
His face quickly twisted in surprise and lust, and you realized the nature of your position over him. You blushed and smiled smugly, pecking his nose and falling back into your own sleeping bag. Jake exhaled beside you, and you pretended not to notice the way he adjusted his sweatpants.
You shivered, “you gave me a chill, Cob.”
He rolled his eyes and snickered at the use of that nickname, looking at you playfully. “First of all, don’t fucking call me that, for the hundredth time, and second of all, why don’t we warm each other up?”
You blushed, looking at him hesitantly. He broke into a smile, “I just mean sharing a sleeping bag, God, I swear I don’t think with my dick that much.” He shook his head.
You giggled, “You’re the one with the euphemisms, what do you expect me to think?”
He tsked at you, “Dirty mind, you have.” He unzipped his sleeping bag, holding up the edge to you invitingly, smiling hopefully at you. You couldn’t resist that adorable face, and you wrinkled your nose as you gave in, wiggling around until you were encapsulated in his bag, your own fully unzipped and laid over the both of you like a blanket.
You sighed and relaxed into Jakes body, resting your hand on his chest. “God, I never would’ve thought the day would end like this,” you mumbled contentedly. Jake grinned wide, kissing your forehead. “Yeah, same, but I’m so, so glad it did,” he told you softly. You smiled, burying your face into his neck shyly, and hesitantly bring your leg up to hook around his. You paused for a second, “this okay?”
He hummed his approval, nuzzling into the top of your head and snaking his arms around you in return. You could’ve died right then and there, happier than you can ever remember being.
“Perfect,” he mumbled, mouth squished against your hair. You bit your lip, inwardly squealing once more. You squeezed his side, a sort of hug in the tight quarters you were tangled in.
Before you knew it, your eyes were fluttering open to the sound of birds calling overhead. Sun was shining through the nylon walls of the tent, warming up the tent like a sauna. You’d never slept better in your life, despite the rather hard sleeping pad.
You rolled your neck, your muscles screaming at you for the awkward position, but you were so elated you didn’t care. Beside you, having rolled even closer in his sleep, was Jake in all his morning glory. Sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, his lips parted as he softly snored. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the warm air, and his arms were tightly wound around your body.
You realized one of his hands had migrated to your ass sometime in the night, gripping your butt cheek firmly even in his slumber. You rolled your eyes affectionately, and laid your head back down, just watching him breathe.
It was so peaceful, so calm and sweet. It dawned on you that it was too quiet, and you carefully raised your wrist, checking the time.
11:24
You figured the other three had gotten tired of waiting, and left already for the hike Sam had wanted to go on. You were more than happy for their absence, able to talk freely to Jake when he decided to wake up.
Snuggling back into his side, he hummed softly in his sleep, drawing you into his body even closer.
Your eyes shot open suddenly, as a foreign object made itself known against your thigh. Your face heated quickly, eyeing his face closely for any sign of consciousness. He let out another snore, proving that he was unaware of his body’s involuntary reaction to your proximity.
You let out a shaky breath, heat flooding down your body. You weren’t about to make any moves on him in his sleep, but dear god, it was right there-
You were shaken once again as Jake moaned under his breath, the hand on your ass squeezing the flesh and pulling you firmly against him. Against him. His hips shifted slightly, grinding his erection into your leg. Your jaw fell open, frozen in this purgatory. You didn’t want to wake him, but you really wanted to wake him. You wondered what he was dreaming about.
He repeated the motion, grinding into you again, his moan more articulated this time, ending in a mumbled word, you were pretty sure was a slurred, ‘fuck.’
The heat pooling between your legs was getting harder to ignore. This was something you’d dreamed about, something you’d fantasized would happen. You wanted him so bad, but not like this. Not unconscious, without his knowledge. It wasn’t right.
Making your decision, you reached up and cupped his face gently. “Jake,” you whispered.
He didn’t respond, only moving his hips again, his lips parting with a silent groan. His brows pulled together in the centre of his forehead, mumbling-
“Yeah… please, Bug-“ His breath hitched, interrupting his sleep talking.
You whined under your breath, feeling too hot for your own skin. It was you, he was having a wet dream about you.
“Jake,” you spoke, running your thumb across his cheek a few times. Jake’s snore ended in a snort, swallowing and then blinking his eyes open. The second they focused on you, he froze, lifting his hand a few inches off your ass.
“Goodmorning,” he said shakily, his morning rasp accompanying the rapid spread of his blush.
You bit your lip, deciding to tease him a little. You leaned forward, pecking the tip of his nose and “accidentally” pressing your thigh into his rock hard length.
His short gasp fueled you, and you smirked. “It’s a great morning.”
Jake’s eyes were hazy, struggling to stay focused on your face, but you weren’t sure if it was from sleep or lust. Likely a combination, but you wanted to press a little harder. You innocently brought your knee upwards, dragging your leg along his cock through his sweatpants. You bit your lip hard, watching his eyes nearly roll back and a quiet, breathy groan escaping his chest.
He met your eyes, questioningly. You answered by leaning in and kissing him softly. He melted under your kiss, hands wrapping around your middle and pulling you on top of him. You straddled his hips, moaning softly against his pillowy lips, spurring him on further. You wanted him desperately, unable to stop yourself from grinding your heat into his cock, rocking slowly.
Jake finally let out a real moan, and you nearly fainted at the sound. He was so fucking gorgeous in every way, of course he’d have the most amazing moans. His hands found your hips, crashing his lips back onto yours as he guided you back and forth. Your leggings were probably soaked through at this point, you’d never been so horny in your life. The heated makeout escalated as one of Jake’s hands slipped up under your shirt, brushing his fingertips against your underboob with an astonished sounding gasp. He bucked his hips up into you, moving his hand up to cup and squeeze your tit, swiping his thumb across your nipple.
You whimpered pathetically and Jake growled lowly, lifting you up his body slightly. He lifted your shirt up over the swell of your breasts, his hungry eyes drinking in your bare chest. You ground against his stomach with a needy whimper, and Jake exhaled shakily, pulling your shirt off the rest of the way. He looked up at you then, softly checking in. “Is this alright?”
Your face softened, and you nodded. “Yeah, baby, this is great.”
He smiled wide, pulling you down and lightly licking your nipple. “Baby, huh?” He sucked gently, looking up at you through his lashes. ”I like that.”
You bit your lip, trying to hold in a needy whimper. You shifted down his body, resettling over his groin and burying your face in his neck. Jake sighed, tilting his head to give you better access to his soft, sweet smelling skin. You experimentally flattened your tongue, laving hot French kisses down alongside the tendon of his neck. Jake immediately let out a breathy groan, lacing his fingers in your hair and planting his feet. He bucked his hips up, firmly grinding his covered cock into your over heated center.
You couldn’t stop the moan that flew out of you. He was rock hard, straining against his grey sweat pants angrily. You pulled back from him, looking down to where your bodies met. You looked back up at him through your lashes, innocently. Jake bit his lip, squeezing your hips and watching you.
You spoke softly after a deep breath. “You know me, I’m not a first date kind of girl.”
Jake nodded, understanding and relaxing his grip on your hips, allowing you the freedom to climb off him. Your heart softened, his respect for you only making you want him more. He wasn’t even gonna be disappointed, he valued your comfort that much.
“But,” you continued, smirking at the little flicker of hope that ignited all the same in Jake’s eyes. “You’re not a first date, are you.”
He tentatively smirked. “I suppose not?” he rasped.
You rolled your hips against his once more, making him gasp and flutter his eyelids. “If you’ll have me… I want you so bad.” You confessed softly.
Jake let out a soft grunt of desire, pulling you down by your neck to kiss him. Your lips moved together, moaning softly as your hips did the same.
“I’ve never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you, now, and always,” Jake breathed against your lips, his forehead pressing against yours. “I love you, I don’t care if it’s too soon, or whatever, I do. I’ve loved you for ages.”
Jake’s confession made your heart swell in your chest, your jaw falling open slightly. You kissed him again, softer and more passionately than before. He relaxed under you, soothed by your eager response. You broke away, only enough to whisper, “I love you, Jake.”
His smile was face-splitting as he rolled you both over. You giggled as he pressed kisses all over your face, hovering over your body. He chuckled breathlessly, continuing to flutter kisses anywhere he could reach, speaking between them, “You, are, so, fucking, cute, yknow that?”
You squirmed, giggling and holding his face in your hands to pause his attack. “Not as cute as you, Cob.” He rolled his eyes, giggling regardless. “I liked baby better, but I suppose old habits die hard.”
You pecked his lips, “Well, baby,” another peck, “I think,” peck, “we should take advantage of this empty tent while we can.”
He smirked devilishly at your words, running one hand down your side and supporting his weight on the other. His trailed down your body, slipping his fingers into your waistband of your leggings. “I’d be inclined to agree, doll.”
You tugged his shirt upwards, pulling it over his head with his assistance. He was immediately back down over you, kissing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. He swung his knee over your thighs, evenly distributing his weight to free his other hand. He cupped both of your breasts, squishing them together and moaning softly as he kissed and sucked hickeys all over them. You were quivering and whimpering under his attention, his fingers moving to roll and pinch your nipples gently.
“Jake,” you strained, “more, please.”
He looked up at you smugly. “Mm, I fucking love the way you say my name like that.” His hands smoothed down your sides, thumbs hooking in your leggings. His eyes widened slightly, not feeling a second waistband under them.
He shakily exhaled, looking up at you hungrily. “No panties?” he breathed. You bit your lip, shaking your head. His eyes darkened, muttering, “Dirty girl,” before sliding them over your hips. He pulled them down off your ankles, readjusting between your legs instead of straddling them. He rested his hands on your knees, looking up at you before pulling them gently apart. You blushed slightly, giving him a cheeky smirk and looking down. You could feel how wet you were, and as his eyes dipped down, they hooded darkly. He let out a feral groan, his brows knitting together.
“You’re so wet…” he practically whimpered, his calluses scraping down your inner thigh gently as he neared your opening. You bit your lip hard, arching your back slightly in impatience. He smirked, shoving you down by your hipbones with both hands. “Relax, doll.”
You gave him a pleading look, “Jake… I need you, don’t tease.”
His eyes softened and he leaned down over you, giving you a soft kiss. “I know, pretty girl, I’m gonna make you feel so… good…” He whispered against your lips, grinding lightly into you through his sweatpants with the last two words. You whimpered, nodding lightly, all words having left your brain.
He made his way down your body, holding eye contact with you as he descended. You let out a shaky breath, watching him settle on his stomach between your legs. He smirked then, pulling a hair elastic from around his wrist. He quickly threw his hair up in a loose bun, giving you a wink as he leaned down. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, still watching you closely. You just observed, on the edge of your metaphorical seat. He kissed a trail up your thigh, nipping the skin between his teeth occasionally. Finally, he gave you another dark smirk, and dove down, licking a hot flat stripe from your soaking wet entrance up over your clit.
You moaned softly, your hand sliding down of its own accord to lace in his hair. He groaned softly as you tugged him into you, latching his lips around your clit and slipping his tongue around the bud lazily. His arms snaked under your thighs, wrapping around them and resting on your hips. His face pressed further into your wet slit, sucking your clit and creating an obscene slurping noise. He then began flicking his tongue over your clit expertly.
“Ja- OH fuck, oh god, yes, Jake, yesss,” you whined helplessly. Your hips bucked as much as they could through his restraints, grinding into his face harder. He groaned into you, the vibrations shooting straight into your tight bundle of nerves. Your jaw fell open, head leaning back. It was almost too much for you to keep your eyes open, overwhelming watching Jake’s talented mouth work at you, but you forced your eyes to stay on him. Months of pining behind you, you weren’t gonna miss a second of this. Jake hitched one of your thighs higher over his shoulder, his fingers gripping tightly to support this new angle. His lips stayed attached to you as his head angled slightly to the side. You bucked slightly and moaned again, panting heavily. Then his other hand slithered out from under your other leg, pushing your knee further out before bring his fingers up to your entrance. His eyes found yours, shooting you a devilish wink before slipping two fingers into you slickly.
Your head tossed back, the hand in his hair tugging at his roots in desperation. “Fuck, oh my god-“ you groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of you and scissoring perfectly, nudging your g spot as they curled. “Jake… ‘M gonna cum, please, please don’t stop-“ Your muscles spasmed, clenching tighter around his fingers.
Jake groaned into you, sucking your clit harshly and lightly shaking his face back and forth. “Soak me, baby,” he mumbled hoarsely against your clit, immediately latching back on. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly, and with a final curl of his rough fingers inside you, you spasmed with your orgasm.
You bucked and cried out, arching into his face and pulling his hair. “JAKE ohhh, oh fuck, yes, oh god,” you practically sobbed, riding out your high against his perfect mouth.
Jake gently brought you down, licking softly at you and drawing his fingers back out. You blinked your eyes open, watching him sit up, licking his fingers clean as he looked over you in admiration.
You blushed, smiling lazily up at him. “Holy fuck,” you giggled, still breathless.
Jake smiled proudly. He came up beside you, leaning over your body and pulling you into him by your hip. He tilted his head, kissing you gently. You sighed against his lips contentedly and you felt him smile into the kiss. Pulling away enough to look you in the eyes, he reached and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed, eyeing your face. “I could eat that pretty pussy for hours.”
You pulled him down, crashing his mouth against yours again. He groaned softly, wrestling his tongue with yours. His length twitched against your thigh and you pressed into it, earning you a gasp.
“My turn,” you said as you pushed him flat on his back. He bit his lip, catching your eye. “You sure? I didn’t do that for anything in return,” he assured you gently. You nodded and gave him a cheeky smile. “I know, babe.” You kissed his chest right above his right pectoral. “I want your cock in my mouth more than anything,” your words muffled as you left a trail of wet hot kisses down his abdomen. He let out a strained moan, his hand lacing into your hair as you came to his waist band.
You looked up at him, immediately feeling a rush of desire at his flushed cheeks and dark, hooded eyes. He leaned up on his elbow to watch you, and you tugged his sweats down an inch. You gave him a smirk, cooing softly, “No underwear on you, either.”
“Guess that makes me a dirty boy,” he smirked, referencing his words earlier.
You tugged his sweats down further, dragging them over his erection teasingly. He inhaled sharply as they drug over his swollen tip, and your mouth watered at the sight of him. He was definitely the biggest you’d ever seen, not that you had seen very many, but still. Perfectly girthy, and pretty to look at. Blueish veins decorated his length, and his soft pink head leaked precum, a white pearlescent bead forming near his delicate slit. You ran your hand from its place just above his knee up to the v of his groin, biting your lip hard. He watched your reaction smugly, but quickly lost the upper hand when you brought your finger down that dip in muscle inwards toward his base. Your fingers slipped down over his dark brown pubic hair, finally wrapping gently around him. His breath shuddered at your touch, his abdomen clenching.
You breathily said, “You’re so big,” and his jaw fell open slightly, puffing gently in his flustered state. He was already so worked up, you felt so powerful. You squeezed his base once, bring your fist up his impressive length, gently twisting at the tip, then back down. Jake whined shakily, his head falling forward, watching through his lashes.
You smiled, repeating the motion a few more times, enjoying his breathy sighs and whimpers.
In a moment of clarity, Jake growled in his chest as his erection twitched in your hand. “I thought you said you wanted my cock in your mouth,” he rumbled deeply.
You licked your lips, batting your eyelashes at him. “Mmm, you want me to suck it, Jakey?” You leaned forward, lightly kissing his tip. He clenched his abdomen tightly again, hissing through his teeth.
“Please, doll… wanna feel that pretty mouth around me,” he gritted, bucking his hips slightly under your weight. Another wave of wet desire pooled between your thighs, and you couldn’t bear it anymore. You were teasing yourself just as much as him.
Lowering your head, you brought his velvety head into your mouth, sucking gently as you stroked his base. He let out a feral groan, the hand in your hair tightening, but not pushing.
You almost wish he would.
Your tongue swirled around his head in your mouth, then you moved to lick up the full length of him. You returned his desire-crazed expression with a grin, lapping from the delicate underside of his head to his small slit. He whimpered, his eyes fighting to stay open.
You sunk down then, as far as you could take him. His tip brushed the roof of your mouth near the back, almost making you gag but you breathed through your nose and relaxed. Jake groaned, fist tightening in your hair making you moan into him. He hissed, hips bucking involuntarily. You anticipated his jerkiness, luckily, moving with him and pinning his hips down.
You bobbed slowly, suctioning around him tightly. His jaw hung open in bliss, his brows tightly knit and turned upwards in the centre of his sweaty forehead.
“God-“ he panted, “C’mere, please baby,” his shaky hand pulled you up to his level after you released him teasingly. His lips met yours frantically, and he pushed you on your back, quickly crawling overtop of you.
“You want me?” he goaded, giving his cock a few jerks, guiding it up and down your wet folds.
You nodded, helplessly whimpering. “Please Jake.”
He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, then kissing and sucking at the skin in the crook of your shoulder. “Want me to fuck you? Want my cock inside you baby?” He rutted through your folds, catching on your clit deliciously. You moaned weakly, nodding fast.
He growled softly. “Gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name, doll. Not gonna stop until youre soaking my cock, just like you soaked my face,” he rasped in your ear, turning your brain to mush.
“Please,” you squeaked out desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders. He lifted his face to kiss you feverishly, pushing into you smoothly. You both groaned as he stretched your walls with his girthy cock. Your eyes squeezed shut, soft whimpers accompanying each pant. Jake clenched his jaw, pulling out nearly all the way, then pushing back in deeply. You cried out hoarsely, scratching his back with your nails as they raked over him. He set a brisk pace, moaning your name in your ear. You knew you weren’t going to last long, not with his tip dragging over your g spot so deliciously with every thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck Jake, so good, feels so fucking good,” you babbled incoherently, his hips picking up even more. He groaned, looking down into your eyes, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat gently. His eyes were absolutely blown out, nearly black with lust as he slammed into you repeatedly. He grit his teeth, wrapping his other hand around your thigh, pulling it up to rest your calf on his shoulder. He sunk even deeper now, making your eyes roll back as you felt your second orgasm bubbling.
Jake all but snarled animalistically, “You’re mine, you’re all fucking mine, you’re my girl.” He began circling your clit with his fingers, momentarily pausing his hips to spit down onto your clit. He started right back up, meeting your eyes intensely. You whimpered and cried a string of agreement, not daring to look away.
“Say it, who’s are you?” he growled, leaning down to hover over your lips, driving his cock harder against your g spot at this angle. You practically sobbed, “Yours Jake, I’m yours, I’m yours!”
He wildly kissed you, groaning loudly as his cock twitched inside you. “Cum for me, babe, fucking cum all over my cock, make me yours,” he pleaded desperately. You cried out, clenching tightly around him at his words, spinning out of control into your orgasm. He pounded into you right through it, his own animalistic yell following yours. He twitched, pulling out quickly and desperately jerking himself through his own climax, shooting his load across your abdomen and spread open pussy. His chest heaved as he slowed down, his eyes fluttering open slowly.
You panted hard, still twitching around nothing as your afterglow set in, your muscles relaxing bit by bit. Jake grabbed his t shirt, wiping his release off you gently, extra careful around your sensitive slit. He balled it up, tossing it to the corner of the tent and collapsed beside you. You both snuggled into each other, slowly catching your breath as one.
A dopey smile spread across your face, and Jake felt it against his chest, smiling at the tent’s ceiling. “That was…” he trailed off dreamily.
You sighed happily, nuzzling into his warm chest. “Absolutely mind blowing? Yeah,” you mumbled against his skin.
His chest shook gently as he giggled. “Yeah?”
You smirked against his chest. “You know it was, don’t be smug.”
He kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “hard not to be smug when I’ve got the most beautiful girl in the world telling me I blew her mind.” You could just feel the grin on his face, and you rolled your eyes affectionately.
“Well I hope you know, you’re stuck with me now. You’ve ruined me for all other men, Cob,” you lamented dramatically.
He smiled wide above you, shifting to tilt your chin up. His nose to yours, he looked into your eyes. “Didn’t I say not to call me that?” He said teasingly.
You giggled softly, resting your hand on his warm chest. “What should I call you then?”
He bit his lip, his expression turning almost shy. His voice soft and sweet, he asked you, “How does um… how does ‘your boyfriend’ sound?”
His big brown puppy eyes searched yours hopefully, and you could’ve thrown up from the dizzying happiness you felt. Your smile nearly split your face as you nodded quickly, kissing him through your smile.
He pulled back with a giddy little laugh. “Yeah? You wanna be my girl?” His hand cupped your cheek.
You rubbed your nose against his sweetly, “More than anything. You wanna be my guy?”
He bit his lip, eyes twinkling with joy. “I already am, baby.” His arms snaked around your middle, pulling you close against his body. You sighed, swimming in this blissful feeling. “I love you, Jake, so fucking much.”
“I love you more, babygirl,” came his soft answer behind your ear.
You stayed like that, pressed together as close as humanly possible, for quite a while. You weren’t exactly sure how long, perfectly content to drink in and absorb the feelings and the moment. Jake’s soft breathing lulled you into a sleepy trance, completely relaxed and safe in his arms.
You were broken out of your reverie from the sound of breaking twigs and crunching footsteps approaching. You reluctantly sat up, grabbing your shirt as Jake grumbled sleepily, blindly reaching out for you to come back with his eyes shut. Your heart melted all over again, smiling like a lovesick puppy as you grabbed his outstretched hand. “Cmon, baby, the guys are back,” you cooed, kissing his fingertips. He smiled, crinkling his nose and fluttering open his eyes. “So?” he rasped.
You giggled, “soooo, you need to put clothes on.” You pulled your shirt over your head, followed by a light sweater.
He rolled his eyes, swatting dismissively. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.”
You snorted, “Not gonna ask. Up, cmon,” you swatted his bare ass playfully, earning you a cheeky smirk as he sat up. You finished getting dressed together, finally unzipping the inner tent door and climbing out into the sunlight. You squinted your eyes from the harsh light, Jake following behind you, rubbing at his.
Josh, Sam and Danny sat around last nights fire pit, beginning to light it again to boil some water for coffee. They all turned at the sound of the zipper, the three of them giving you and Jake matching smug grins.
You couldn’t hide the bashful grin or the blush that erupted on your face, which they read correctly as a confirmation of what just transpired. Josh shot up from his chair, whooping loudly, followed by Sam and Danny applauding playfully. You laughed and rolled your eyes as you flopped in your chair, and Jake in his. Sam gave you both a once-over, smirking knowingly. “You two are… glowing,” he remarked smugly.
Danny smiled, a little more tactfully than Sammy, simply offering a “congrats, you two.”
You and Jake looked at each other, shyly smiling with a mumbled, “thanks…”
Josh patted Jake on the back, grinning wide. “Obligatory ‘nice job bro’,” to which Jake snorted a quiet thanks, then Josh turned to you, “not so obligatory but I still mean it, I’m happy for you, Bug.” You beamed at him, opening your arms invitingly. Josh wrapped you up in a bear hug, lifting you off your chair and squeezing.
You patted his back, squeaking, “Josh… air…” He released you with a giggle, “sorry, just so excited.”
You couldn’t stop smiling, rubbing the back of your neck and sitting down again.
Sam leaned forward, perching his head on his hand, elbow on his bent knee. “So how was it?” he asked you.
Jake glared, “None of your business, little brother.” You giggled, shrugging helplessly to Sam, who snickered. “What? I gotta make sure hes doing his job right. You know where to look if he’s not satisfying you,” Sammy leered jokingly, waggling his eyebrows. You fake-retched, much to Jake’s amusement, and Danny snorted as well, his hand flying to cover his mouth as he laughed.
Sam’s jaw dropped. “I know I was kidding, but heyy!”
You patted Sam’s shoulder through your giggles, and you all moved on, bickering and laughing as you brewed the coffee, then making lunch.
The afternoon was just as easy, just as carefree and closeknit as before. You were relieved that your new relationship with Jake didn’t change the dynamic of the group, only giving the other three more material to tease you with.
Jake proudly held your hand nearly the whole day, not even letting go when you all jumped off the short cliff into the lake. He smiled over at you constantly, every so often pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, smiling at the way you blushed each time. As the sky darkened and stars began popping into view, Jake played guitar beside you, goofily singing wrong lyrics to make you laugh and showing you different chords. When you curled into him that night, he whispered to you how much he loved you, and how happy and proud he was to be yours.
Everything was perfect.
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Eating Me Alive
desc: Angeal comes to terms with his reflection while Sephiroth and Genesis mock their own.
cw: body dysmorphia, mentions of body hate, blood.
wc: 2036
As far as Angeal was concerned, Genesis would have been a happier man if he bit the bullet and married the mirror once and for all. Or at the very least he could've sunk his teeth into the glass and eaten the damned thing.
He would nearly press his nose up to his own reflection, eyes hungrily searching for blemishes, scars, and freckles to condemn.
“My nose would fit my face more if it were just a little bit more upturned,” Genesis said, stroking the bridge of his nose with his index finger. His eyes never left his mirror image. “Don't you think so?”
Angeal sat on the toilet seat with one leg pulled up, bracing his head.
“Your nose looks fine, Gen.”
It was as good as comforting a brick wall. Genesis huffed, making an unsatisfied sound as he turned his attention to his lips. “You know who has no reason to despise their lips at all?”
Angeal mouthed ‘Sephiroth’ to himself before Genesis could answer his own question.
“Sephiroth.” Genesis traced his bottom lip, pouting it as he examined the left side of his face. “His lips are perfect.”
Genesis' words managed to be prophetic when he didn't mean for them to be—a fact that would've gone straight to his ego had Angeal made him aware of it.
“Shall I take that as a compliment?” He asked.
Sephiroth appeared in the bathroom door the very same second. His hair was pulled up in a knot, displaying—to Genesis' chagrin—his stunning jawline. Silver wisps of hair framed his face, complimenting his curious smile.
Genesis gifted him a single roll of his eyes before going back to preening himself.
Sephiroth poked his head out, catching a glimpse of himself before gradually letting his body settle in front of the mirror.
He didn't wear a shirt. Sephiroth never did when they were casually hanging out together, just as he never passed up the opportunity to let his skin breathe.
Sephiroth reached up and lightly placed a finger on his lip, his eyebrows flashing as he silently pondered them. Beside him, the rage practically rose from his pores like steam.
“You know why my lips are, in your words, perfect? It's because I never abuse them with repetitive poetry.”
Sephiroth's cathartic laughter and Genesis' subsequent outburst filled the room, the latter grabbing a stray towel to attack the other with. Angeal didn't bother interjecting. For once, their petty quarrel felt like a much-needed relief from the gross displays of vanity.
They disappeared into Angeal's bedroom, where Sephiroth made use of a pillow as a weapon. Angeal was left alone. The bathroom tile was frigid on the sole of his foot, where he pressed it deeper, analyzing the graying grout as a willful distraction.
And yet, his own reflection still caught his eye. He raised his head, catching the annoyed glimmer in his own eyes in the mirror. Eyes were a funny feature to hate. Everyone's own was unique.
If you asked Genesis, he would rave about how the vivid blues in his brought out the red in his hair. Sephiroth told a different story. He despised his own. The slitted pupils were ‘unnatural and frightening’.
Angeal preferred not to think about his own. Why should he? Eyesight was a privilege, and everyone blessed with it should acknowledge their luck that they even had eyes.
His eyebrows dipped, furrowing and creating ugly lines around his face. What did it matter that his eye color didn't fit his face? That his pupils always seemed to pop in a way that made them look like contact lenses?
It was trivial anyway. He was a SOLDIER, not an actor or a model or anything that required physical beauty to be a significant trait.
He was strong, muscular, and good with a sword. That was enough.
Nevertheless, he'd be lying if he claimed to have never let some vain thoughts penetrate his focused mind. Like why, for example, did he technically get the short end of the stick?
Sephiroth and Genesis were attractive, there was no denying it. Sephiroth's silver locks glowed, and always lay perfectly no matter what he did to it. Genesis had been blessed with a russet hue to hair that framed his face perfectly. Angeal's own dull, black hair didn't do anything for him.
Sephiroth was naturally built like a glorious demigod in one of Genesis' epics. His physique was not ruled by how much he worked out or what he ate. His body was—as much as Angeal hated the envy dripping from his choice of words—perfect.
And then there was Genesis, who had always had a metabolism faster than his quickly formed thoughts. He had always been picked on for being a skinny child, but his bullies’ laughter turned sour when Genesis developed into a fit young man with a body straight out of a magazine.
Sephiroth was the kind of attractive that authors wrote about in fantasy novels. He was pleasing to look at and carried himself in a way that let everyone know he did not know it. Angeal himself knew firsthand that Sephiroth was well aware, he just didn't care for it.
“Beauty matters little to me,” he'd say. It was easy for him to say that when he looked like that.
And then there was Angeal.
Genesis was the type of attractive that usually landed him in ad campaigns and brand deals. He stood out on a catwalk and was the picture-perfect poster boy of SOLDIER.
“The other one.”
Angeal Hewley.
He had been a chubby child, an ironic fact about his childhood when one considered that it was filled with nothing but starvation and poverty. It was the icing on top of the birthday cake he never got to eat.
He put on weight easily, and had to work twice as hard to burn it off and turn it into muscle when the time came to become a “perfect SOLDIER.”
But it never stuck. Angeal's body was different from Sephiroth's and Genesis'. His waist wasn't small, his proportions were clumsy, and the baby fat on his face was stubborn.
Heidegger praised him for his build. Of course, he would praise anyone who wasn't Sephiroth.
“We need boys with meat on their bones! Enough of these fairy pretty boys!”
He had awkwardly laughed it off at the time, of course. But when his emotions got the best of him, it only served as another coin for the bank where he kept his worst opinions of himself.
There were plenty of those filling each safe with the brunt of his riches: his insecurities and subsequent guilt. He had no business hating his body when his belly was full and his limbs were fully functioning.
But there were more of them. His nose was too wide, his jaw was too wide and heavy. His hairline was awkward. He had protruding ears. Should he keep going? He wasn't Sephiroth, nor was he Genesis. He was just Angeal. The other one.
He didn't have Sephiroth's prowess with the sword, he didn't have Genesis' skill with materia. All he had was an unusable sword that his pride and persisting honor kept glued to his back instead of callusing his hands.
He wasn't the quiet and intelligent one. He wasn't the poetic and charismatic one. Pages about his beauty and strength could not be written, not when he was just Angeal, the responsible one.
The one who could cook well, the one who kept everyone in line, the dad of every group he was in, the one who faded in every photoshoot they did together, the humble one, the nice one, the ugly one, the interesting one, the other one, the one any storyline would gladly kill off first—
“You did that on purpose!” Genesis' echoing voice filled the bathroom as he slammed the door against the wall.
Sephiroth trailed back in after him, laughing with the pillow hung over his shoulder.
“You should have ducked,” Sephiroth remarked.
“You should have never been born to begin with,” Genesis shot back.
Angeal took notice of the feathers flecked in his russet hair as the older man returned to his rightful place: in front of the mirror. Sephiroth, still holding the pillow, stood beside him, analyzing his own appearance.
Angeal's reflection appeared in a small space, sandwiched between his friends and darkened by their shadows.
As Genesis plucked the feathers from his hair, Sephiroth began untying his own. He let the silver cascade over his shoulder before fluffing it out.
Genesis brushed the white fluff from between his strands, then went right back to critical digging for flaws.
“Do you think I should grow my hair out a bit more?” He asked Sephiroth.
“Long hair is tedious and difficult to maintain,” Sephiroth replied. “You should be thankful that yours doesn't grow as quickly as mine.”
Genesis shrugged. “If I had your waist, I sure would be thankful.”
Sephiroth curiously stood up straighter, placing both thumbs at his rib cage before moving them downward to measure his waist.
“You envy my…waist?” Sephiroth asked, genuinely perplexed.
“Duh,” Genesis rolled his eyes, standing up straight. “Who doesn't? While we're at it, I wouldn't mind having your arms.”
Sephiroth hummed. “Your shoulders are wider than mine. They suit you.”
“No, no I like yours better.” He went right back to stroking his nose pensively. “Your nose is perfect too, you asshole.”
Sephiroth laughed. “It's quite long. I would give you my nose if you would take my dark circles.”
“I accept!” Genesis laughed. “There's nothing makeup couldn't fix. While we're at it, how much do you want for your lips?”
“I'd trade my lips for your pupils.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. I might give you my eyes if you give me your height.”
“That sounds fair.” Sephiroth leaned in towards the mirror, fogging the glass with his breath. “Honestly, I wouldn't mind trading bodies with you for a day.”
“Oh?” Genesis smiled deviously. “That sounds promising.”
“Not like that,” Sephiroth rolled his eyes with a sigh. “You should spend a day in my body. You'll be begging to switch back after a few hours.”
Angeal unfurled himself from his seat, placing both feet on the cold tile.
“Nonsense,” Genesis brushed it off with a wave of his hands, “I'd kill to be Sephiroth for a day.”
“You loathe your appearance to that degree?” Sephiroth wondered.
Angeal's vision burned red.
“I don't loathe it,” Genesis corrected him. “I simply think it could use some improvement. Don't you think that about yourself?”
Sephiroth considered, looking back at his reflection. “Sometimes. Not all the—”
“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!”
A guttural scream made both men jump back, startled.
Angeal pushed past them and dove towards the mirror hands-first. He kept screaming even as he smashed his fists into the glass over and over and over again. He kept screaming even as the blood gushed from his flesh, splattering over the white tile.
The mirror cracked more and more, each hit sending shatters of glass flying all over. Hot tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His screams were sandpaper against his throat. He could no longer feel his hands, nor the glass wedged inches deep beneath his skin.
He didn't stop until the mirror was nothing more than a few shards of glass hanging feebly against the wood, and his reflection was gone.
The sink was filled with shards of blood-splattered glass and red. So much red. The vivid crimson against the silver pieces mocked him.
Trying to restabilize his sodden breaths was tricky when choked cries replaced the screams. His nose was running freely with the tears against his cheeks.
Sephiroth and Genesis were huddled together by the bathroom door. Both men were wide-eyed, unconsciously holding onto each other as they watched him, the dripping rivulets of blood painting the white tile, and his mauled fists.
The bathroom was quiet now. Angeal's sniffles and heavy breathing were the only sounds. He forced himself to look back, to look at them.
They were shocked, they were scared.
And he was still Angeal. Blood-soaked, scarred, and ignorant Angeal.
Against his will, Angeal noticed how even when they were scared, they were still perfect.
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I’ve just come across your Wish analysis (which led to binge-reading loads of your other Disney rants, which I so loved reading and totally appreciated), and you’ve got me thinking. So please allow me to rant for a bit.
Flash back to when the live-action Beauty and the Beast came out. My friend loved it, raved about it for ages, and made me go see it with her. The original was my favourite childhood movie so I was excited for the new one… and subsequently disappointed to an extreme. I couldn’t put my finger on it for ages - just that there was a general feeling of wrongness I couldn’t explain (until I read your post and I was just like, “YES! THIS EXACTLY!”). My friend couldn’t understand it and would say things like, “I thought you said you liked Beauty and the Beast!” But I do like it, and that’s why I’m so upset how badly they missed the point.
It feels like that’s all Disney is doing these days: missing the point! Because it doesn’t matter how many times they give us a sassy girl with long hair and some vague magic skill that helps her in the third act! We want characters. As in, people who remind us of actual people! What makes Belle so charming and relatable? She’s polite when other people are rude, but firm when they push against her morals, and enjoys reading. A relatable female character is one who can be compared to other female characters. Belle on her own is just a girl who likes books, but against the motherly Mrs Potts who takes care of everyone, or the vain triplets who only want Gaston’s attention, she’s suddenly so much more real, and that’s what these new films are missing!
Anyway, I could go on and on about this, but I’m sorry because I didn’t mean for this to get so long or out-of-hand 😬
That is why you like it: that is why you’re upset; because you DO like the real Beauty & the Beast! Wonderful! Yes, you get it!
I think what makes Belle feel real is some of the raw emotion she shows—and how she shows it.
When living furniture puts on a light show, she gasped and claps and dances along. When the Beast asks her a romantic but loaded question, her first impulse is to say “yes!” but then she does double back and admit that she misses her father; she doesn’t have all her thoughts collected, exactly, but she is being honest. When wolves attack her, she screams. When she has to give up her life, she sobs on a bed. When she’s in a terrible situation, she does initially basically pout and refuse to leave her room. But when she’s being watched by others, she tries to be strong; she cries silently when she’s following the Beast to her room. She gives him her word with her back straight and her eyes closed all grave. Like I said, you can almost see her remembering stories she’s read of brave heroes giving solemn oaths, and she’s trying to be like them.
Emma Watson didn’t bring any of that.
She had to make the character too in-control of her own emotions even when outlandish or traumatic things are happening, because her idea of a “strong woman” can’t be delighted or horrified or fazed, in general, by anything st all. She made her as distant and unrelatable as any caricature. I mean, I remember very clearly the one and only moment I felt a glimmer of “that’s Belle!” in the movie, and it’s when Belle is given the library and the Beast leaves the room, and Emma Watson gives this excited little half-shriek of joy. And it’s like…where is that in the rest of the movie?
I can even find fault with that moment, too though. Because she waits till the Beast, the gift-giver, leaves the room before she really reacts that strongly. Why? The real Belle tells the Beast how wonderful she thinks it is, breathlessly, over the moon.
Because when someone gives you a gift, if you’re a self-protective, cool-calm demeanor feminist, you don’t let them see that they have any control over your emotions—not even the ability to impress you or make you happy with a crazy gift.
But, instead, if you’re a selfless woman, who is happy to share her emotions with others especially when it brings them joy, you have no trouble showing that a crazy gift delights and impresses you. It’s part of the gratitude/
Anyway! I could go on and on. But don’t let anybody get it twisted. You do like Beauty and the Beast. You just happen to know what Beauty and the Beast really is, and why you like it.
#Thanks for the ask#beauty and the besdt#Emma Watson#the beast#Belle#batb#live action#live action beauty and the beast#Beauty and the beast
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Day 4 — Ghost
“Away from prying eyes”
Part 1.
Kinktober day 4: Teratophilia — GN!Reader, Monster!Ghost
NSFW, MDNI — TW: Depiction of murder and violence, blood, vague descriptions of s3xual acts, paranormal
If I can recommend anything for this one, it’s to add Glow by Snow Wife to your playlist while you read it. Absolutely obsessed by this song. Hope y’all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it <3 -Midnight
It’s sweaty. Stuffy. Humid and oppressive. The loud sounds, the overly bright lights, the strangers bumping into you, the yelling.
You are having the time of your life.
Genuinely, this is one of the best Halloween parties you’ve ever been invited to. I guess illegal raves have that charm. Everyone is dancing and laughing, alcohol flowing freely in the guests’ cups, there’s that one cute guy grinding on behind you.
His hands are settled on your waist, although a bit touchy-feely with everything else. You’ve lost track of time, unable to even tell when he first snuck up upon you to start and whisper all sorts of dirty things in your ear.
Not that you’d heard anything over the deafeningly loud music.
It’s a stranger, and maybe that’s part of the thrill. You two are sharing a moment, and soon enough it’ll be gone, just like it never existed. It’s exciting.
“Want to ditch?” You offer, lulling your head back against the man’s torso to almost yell in his ear. It makes him wince. It makes you laugh.
“‘Course.”
You turn around and grab his hand. It’s easy, finding a hot ex frat boy willing to follow you home and spend the night with you. It’s easy, and it’s how you like it. With a gentle tug, you guide him through the dense crowd, hips swaying their way out. The nameless man licks his lips as he follows, gaze wandering down on the way the rainbow flashing lights highlight your body with each step.
The cold autumn air greets your exposed skin with a sharp bite as soon as you step out into the night. The stranger soothes the shivers on your spine with a caress. Maybe an attempt at coming off as romantic. It doesn’t work very well when you’re quite literally leading the man towards your car for some adult fun.
It isn’t much warmer inside the red Vauxhall Astra MK1, but at the very least it shields you from the wind outside. The passenger door shuts right as you make contact, engaging the reverse gear to back out of the tight spot the vehicle is parked in.
“What’re ya doin’, doll?” The stranger asks, raising a brow at you.
“I’m not a fan of prying eyes… I know a spot close to here.” It’s the truth. You smile at him, innocence mixing with the enticing glimmer that dances in your eyes.
“Alrighty then. You’re a needy one, yeah? Skipping right to the main course…” He laughs, and you feel a hand slip over your thigh.
It is a quick drive to the nearby forest, the rave’s sounds now only a distant mutter. The full moon is beautiful, shining silver down upon the bright red paint of your car. She plays hide and seek behind passing trees. Your passenger gets impatient. You pull up and stop the engine, parking it close to a small river stream.
It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect.
“And I’m the needy one?” You chuckle, turning to him. He mirrors your laughter, fingertips inching higher between your legs. He does not answer, but he does lean in to kiss you, his other arm resting on the top of your car seat – right behind your head.
The man stops right in his tracks. “D’you hear that?” There’s a tinge of nervousness in his voice when he turns his head to look into the depths of the woods.
“No, keep going… Or we can leave if you’re afraid,” you tease, biting the fat of your bottom lip. Men like him never back down when you question their ego. His lips twist into a carnal grin.
“Ah, you wish,” He replies.
Things get heated quickly; hands get lost grabbing at each other’s bodies, unbuttoning shirts and pants, pulling on hair. The jock moans into your neck, tongue busy tasting your warm skin. “I’m gonna show ya what a real man feels like, babe.” His tone is so cocky it makes you snicker. Still, you arch your back and part your legs, just like he expects.
“Yeah? Go on then, pretty boy, show me what you’re made of.”
You close your eyes, anticipation curling your lips into a foxy grin. He hums in satisfaction, ego swollen with pride at your words.
There’s a bit of ruffling, wet sounds reaching your ears, movement over you. The wind feels cold on your skin. You bite back a smile when whimpers fill up the car and drown out the radio. You don't even realise how your thighs press together, intoxicated in the moment.
Suddenly, a warm liquid seeps through your remaining clothes. You gasp, soon followed by a light chuckle. “Already? You didn’t even let the fun start. You made a mess in my car…” You note, opening your eyes, “Again.”
Again? Wasn’t he a stranger? What do you mean, again?
There’s blood everywhere around you, on you, staining the seats, soaking the carpet. And two yellow orbs looking back at you.
“You know I hate when they put their filthy hands on you,” The shadow growls. “They touch what’s mine, they die. Simple math.”
The car door opens with a click, phantom tendrils of pure darkness filling the car up and curling around your body. Slowly, it lifts you and pulls you out of the Vauxhall. It’s gentle, but it’s possessive.
You smile, wrapping your arms around the concealed humanoid shape you are pressed against. There is blood dripping from his mouth. God, you’ve never wanted to kiss him more than you do now.
“Hey there, Ghost…”
#cod mw2#call of duty#fanfic#smut#ghost cod#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#monster#i am vibrating
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Being friends at Michigan with Adam but dating Luca
“luca, have you seen my-” you can’t even finish your sentence before your boyfriend appears in the doorway, dangling your necklace between his fingers, “where did you find it?”
“you put it on the nightstand before we went to sleep last night because you were too tired to go and put it in your little jewelry case,” he has a playful smile on his lips as he crosses the short distance and comes to stand behind you. he drapes the dainty golden heart that he had gotten you for your six month anniversary in between your collarbones and struggles with the clasp momentarily before he makes a noise of satisfaction. the matching heart that he wore on his wrist glimmers in the light as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist and rests his chin atop your head, “y’know, we could just hide in here today. say the food from last night made us sick or something.”
“after we were both raving about it and convinced everyone to go again tonight?” you quirk an eyebrow and he hums, “nice try, buddy. besides, we already showed our very healthy faces at breakfast and adam would give us so much shit if we miraculously came down with something that quickly.”
he huffs as you unwrap his arms from your waist so that you could walk back out into your shared bedroom, “why did you have to be my brother’s best friend?”
“to ask me that question, i would have to counter with why you wanted to date your brother’s best friend?”
that was the thing, when you had first started looking at colleges, your parents had sat you down and pretty much laid down the law:
1. you’re going to get your education, not to party
2. pick one that’s reasonably close to home, for their sake
3. don’t go to college with a boyfriend, that never lasts
and you, as an eighteen-year-old, decided to enroll in a college with a semi-notable party history, that was almost five hours away from home (but in another country! your mother stressed with a hand on her forehead), and lastly you were following your best friend in his path.
though in both the fantilli boys’ defense and your own, when you had committed to michigan, luca wasn’t part of the plan. he had quite literally fallen into your lap in the middle of a darty four days into the fall semester and ever since then, the two of you had been all but attached at the hip.
and that’s how you found yourself in italy as the summer began to wind down with your two favorite boys and their parents.
you start to dig through your suitcase in search of a swimsuit having already decided to utilize the pool for the day. you feel luca’s eyes on you as you change and you point to the towel that rested on the sink behind him, “hand me that please.”
“i seriously think that we should stay in here today,” he hands you the towel, but pulls you in close, pressing his lips to your neck. “you look too good to share with anybody.”
“why invite me to come on vacation if you’re not going to share me- oh absolutely not,” you slap his arm when his teeth get involved. you send him a look, “not with your family here.”
“i can be quiet if you can be quiet,” he waged, making grabby hands at you.
you roll your eyes, “if you can be on your best behavior for the rest of today we’ll see, but until then i’m going to be at the pool.”
you leave him pouting and maybe if you swing your hips a little more when you walk out of the room, well that’s your business. when you get downstairs, you pull open the sliding doors to find adam splashing around by himself, “that’s kind of sad, actually.”
he whips his head around, “shut up. you’re supposed to be my entertainment but luca keeps stealing you from me.”
you make your way over to a lounge chair and lay out your towel, “remember when i agreed to come, you promised me that you would be nice about it and share me?”
“i had you first,” adam whines, wading over to where you had set up shop. you open your mouth to say something, but before you could, you hear the sliding door open and adam makes a noise of disapproval, “oh my god, you’re matching. can this get any worse?”
“what?” you turn your head to find luca walking towards you, a smug smile on his face and swim trunks the same color as your swimsuit on his bottom half. you cover your mouth with your hand, “you did that on purpose.”
“i knew it that it would piss mr. ‘i had her first’ off,” he sits down on your lounger and makes himself comfortable between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. you push his sunglasses down to cover his eyes before running a hand through his hair, “thank you, baby.”
“oh i’m going to be sick,” adam shakes his head as he pushes away from the side of the pool, “and i’m not pissed. i’m just embarrassed that she’s got you that wrapped around her finger.”
“don’t act like you didn’t make me do a couple’s costume with you one year because your girlfriend broke up with you and it was too late for you to get your money back, fantilli,” you raise an eyebrow at your best friend and he shoots you a glare as luca laughs. “keep talking shit and i can keep spilling secrets. i’ve got fifteen years worth.”
adam splashes both of you with water before ducking under the surface. with a satisfied smirk on your lips, you pat luca’s chest, “remind me to tell you about the time that he thought your mom’s car got stolen when he wasn’t supposed to be driving it and reported it to the police and everything, only to find out he just forgot where he had parked it.”
“oh, i absolutely will.”
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for the wip word ask game: rain, lips, incredible, bird
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Thank you for asking!
So I realized as soon as you asked, that the problem is I usually only have a sentence for an idea before I type it all up and post it in a day or two. So I had to make a wip before I could answer your ask! Anyway, here you go, I put birds in for you. Rose is wandering around Naxos, and she's going to come across Orpheus eventually.
Rose wandered up and down the beach, looking for a quiet corner to put down her towel, but every time she thought she’d found one, a random stranger would throw a ball towards her, or a child would accidentally kick sand on her towel. Finally she found a perfect spot, only for a seabird flying over to let one loose on her head.
“Argh! I give up!” She turned inland and got out her phone to book a ride to Mount Zas on the site the hotel desk agent had shown her. Ten minutes later her car arrived, the enthusiastic driver willing to talk her ear off as he drove her to the parking lot, raving about the Cretzschmar's Buntings and Eleonora’s Falcons she would likely see at the summit. The cairns and trail markers he pointed out were easy to follow, and Rose enjoyed her hike, crossing the large slabs of rock near the beginning with care and peeking into the dark Cave of Zeus. The birds at the summit rode the air currents (falcons) and picked at the ground for seeds (buntings). The ocean glimmered in the sun on the horizon. She felt the stress of the last few weeks melting from her body.
It was on her way down again that she was thinking about her next book and suddenly noticed that there hadn’t been a trail marker in a while. She looked around. Surely this was the same path she’d come up on? It looked the same. But there weren’t any trail markers around. Ah, well, she decided. She’d just go on and hopefully she’d see one soon.
@ilya-halfelven I'm sure you want to see this too!
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when the road gets un-bypassed in 2006, sarge gets busy. he hardly remembered how hectic business can be; frankly, he doesn’t know how he managed by himself at twenty-three. but now, at sixty-two, he’s suffering the consequences. he begins to put “help wanted” ads in the papers, but mcqueen tells him that most people use the internet these days. nevertheless, he hires his very first employee that autumn: a young man who had recently finished his contract with the navy.
sarge and the new hire are birds of a feather; though, they can’t possibly be more different. to offset sarge’s inherent gruffness, the new hire is a bubbly, smiling person. yet, they get along incredibly well. they swap stories of military exploits, and man-gossip about customers. often, people who don’t know sarge personally will ask if the new hire is his son (or, more ambitiously: his grandson).
it isn’t long before fillmore, in some weird attempt at rivalry, also hires some new help. though the taste-in is presumably much easier to manage, he ended up hiring the modern incarnation of his hippie-freak crowd. all modern rock-and-roll and strange clothing (sarge never did understand the point of ripped jeans), the girl had a certain rebellious spunk to her that brought a glimmer back to fillmore’s eye. it was around this time that fillmore talked about new music, rather than his older stuff: he raved about nirvana’s hard guitar, and the lyricism of smashing pumpkins. no doubt, the work of the younger generation that hung around the shop.
being neighboring businesses, it wasn’t long before the two were bound to interact. in a strange rehashing of something that had happened fifty years prior, the taste-in’s grunge girl offered the surplus shop’s straight-laced young man a cigarette. it seemed no coincidence that they now occupied the same smoking spot outside flo’s that fillmore (and sarge, by proxy) had made incessant use of sometime in a bygone era.
sarge and fillmore watched the pair from inside the diner. surprisingly, their normal booth had a decent view of the smoking spot— information that would’ve been good to know fifty years ago.
“do you think they’re anything like us?” fillmore would ask, after a while.
“bah,” sarge replied, batting his hand. “not at all.”
“well, maybe they’ll end up like us, anyway.” fillmore looked back at him and wiggled his eyebrows, grinning.
sarge kicked him under the table. there would be no matchmaking, thank you very much.
#pixar cars#the third blink#maybe? idk#sargemore#im not sure what this is#i’ve just had the idea of sarge/fillmore’s hypothetical new hires floating around my head for a while now
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Advance apology for the long ask in a likely sea of 'em.
A lot of people talk about wishing they could experience something they love again for the first time, this series was genuinely as close to that as I've ever felt. Just given the span of time my attention flucuated on and off but once the latter half of s4/s5 began my attention was absolutely nailed to your feed. Its up with Dragon Ball Z Abridged as parody series that become so dramatically effective they become a valid or definitive way to experience the series. Goddamned sensational.
Your portrayals of the characters soar. They provide a hilarious, cruder take on each that still cuts right to the soul of who these people are and lays it bare, which I think is the mission of any good-natured parody. Adora, Catra, Glimmer, Scorpia, Bow, Prime etc. There is not one that does not shine. It tackled a ton of issues and misgivings I had about canon, and even elevated or clarified many scenes and arcs through addressing them a more direct fashion.
You took full advantage of not having to dress up and dance around the dark subjects canon was sort of doomed to handle inadequately given its age bracket and thematic priorities. Many scenes were jawdropping. Ive raved about it before, but your scene with Glimmer actually talking about her mom with Catra still leaves me gobsmacked every time I reread it. Your big moments towards the finale btwn Adora and Catra are obviously sublime and tie their wonderful arc off fantastically, but in my heart of hearts that cell talk will be the crown jewel of this project.
Loved seeing the LGBT message take center stage in way canon had to hold back. To paraphrase Tolkien, I'm can't count myself among those gifted people, and youve def got a target audience in mind, but if youve ever worried if your stories resonate on a quote unquote "more universal" level, I promise you can put those worries to bed. Since becoming an adult ive intentionally sought out more and more queer-inclusive/created stories and I havent regretted it a bit, and the rising tide of fascist sexist/homo/transphobic bile in politics gets more and more frightening. But I've also seen how strong and resilient LGBT people are in the face of it, empowering themselves in no small part thru stories like yours. Please don't ever give up on your art. The world needs artists like you.
Sorry if I come off pretentious or condescending, I feel like that when I try to get everything I think out at once. I'll be among the first to come running if you ever start another project like this or make something on an even grander scale. Thank you a thousand times for this.
Also writing a wholeass sitcom pilot based on an offhand quasi-joke I made is the most weirdly touching thing I think anyones ever done "for me" (at least nominally cuz of me), especially a stranger. So thank you for that too.
Aw, you'll make me cry, you know! I think you've understood everything I wanted to do with this strip (or at least, when I started thinking beyond just 'characters saying fuck'), and... yeah, it's been an incredible journey, both for the blog and for me personally.
I've always tried to keep the parody good-natured. You can often tell, particularly in parody, when the creator dislikes one particular character (I mean, Horde Prime was probably the exception here), but I love all of them, so it really comes from a place of love. It's quite odd because I never set out to "fix" the show, and I wouldn't want to, but some things I've done seem to have had such an impact that a lot of people think I have done just that.
The Glimmer/Catra conversation is absolutely one of my favourite things I've written from this. It's such a pivotal moment in both their stories and character development, and I am truly humbled that multiple people have called it 'better than canon'. Like... I'm just some person trying to be funny and occasionally serious, and people are saying something I wrote is better than what a team of experienced professional writers did? Give over, no... But it's still a moment I can be proud of.
I won't be stopping writing things. This whole blog has given me a new lease of life and something to aim towards. I've got an excellent pilot script pretty much finished, and I do want to bring Hellspawn up to that standard too (thank you for suggesting someone make a Sweary Frosta sitcom - I'm someone!). That may well involve a complete re-write, but I'll be sure to share it.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words along the way. It really keeps me going :)
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Take A Chance
(Ellie Williams) (tlou2) (Fluff) |
Notes : Not proof read, but this is first time writing a full-on fanfic, use of y/n, or you meaning reader. I would love to hear some feedback about this as well, I love finding ways to improve my writing 😊
Ellie couldn't keep her eye off you each time she entered the little cosy grocery store you worked out. She worries she might be caught staring at you and sure has come close to nearly being caught, entering the store the occasional bustling crowds promptly coming through as she shifts her way through to find some products she needed. Ellie feels embarrassed, unable to speak a word to you unless you start raving with a mixture of shyness and confidence that stirs in the air as she spots you. Casually talking away, helping out another Jackson citizen which Ellie tries to causally stand around.
Today, having finally built up the ox of courage to be able to ask you out, you and Ellie's conversation having picked up these last few times, she popped in. Her emerald pool eyes glances around and wonders what to do, awaiting you are no longer kindly helping out the customer with which as soon as you are, she swoops over.
"Hey you, kind enough to uh help me out?" She nervously laughs, sighing as she anxiously runs her fingers through her hair half down. You stare at her, that glimmering smile across your face. "Of course, Ellie - what are you looking for?" You curiously ask, eyes glazing over the masculine nerves of a woman standing next to you. Ellie racks her brain, pausing hesitantly. "Soup?"
You weren't sure if she really needed soup yet, but you wouldn't ask any further, taking her to the section with the small selection of varying flavours of soup. "So how have you been?" Ellie attempts and fails to start any type of small talk, sighing under her breath as she sticks her sweaty palms inside of her jean pockets. "Good, had some time off and got to relax, so getting used to coming back after those days off." You smoothly reply, eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before her eyes dash away to glance at the ground.
"Sounds great then....." The most awkward small talk you could think stands there and seems unable to get any words out. You feel that tensions the jolting tensions which have between you two for however long. "How are you doing?" You ask, checking in since she knows Ellie's situation with her old man, Joel hasn't been any easier recently. "Surviving, good where I can though I learnt some new songs recently." Ellie nodded her head in a calm manner as she spoke, close to spitting it out.
Quietness between you two, thankfully not awkward silence, which would have made the auburn haired girl rush out and drop the idea entirely. Ellie can't give in, refusing to. "Sounds nice, maybe we could spend some time together and you can show me what you learnt."
Once more nodding as Ellie squeezed her hands in her jeans in hopes it releases stress and the back seated anxiety from her body. She didn't want to scare you off or weird you out, Ellie knew her reputation follows her due to duel minded people in Jackson who rumored about her ever so often. Although, she isn't sure how they can as Ellie isn't anything special just like any Jackson citizen with the immunity to the virus...Just totally a casual citizen, your hand rubs over the other playing with small silver ring wrapped around her finger.
"I'm just going to get this out - Would you like to go on a date with me sometime soon? I thought about Friday this Friday as I know the store closes early." The bandaid swiftly ripped off, Ellie's eyes meet yours. You were slightly taller, but that was something she kind of liked about you apart from many other things such as your kindness, humour, confidence, selfless nature, etc. If she could Ellie could list it all and ramble lovingly about you as despite everything she has gained giant crush on you as dorky as it sounds it was the truth.
Biting on her lip, racing thoughts in her mind as you stand stunned by the sudden question and the giaenormous question of being asked out. Admittedly you had been waiting to either do it yourself or if there was a chance to allow Ellie to do it herself, though Ellie beat you to it and such relief washes over you having not to pretend you want to hold her hand, kiss her, amongst other things.
"Took you long enough- !" A nervous laugh escapes out during this, Ellie surprised and flustered look instantly glancing at the floor starting to realise how obvious it must of been for you as Ellie's nature wasn't so subtle or often things went over her head which is embarrassing as she has been flirted with without realising till its too late though thankful you were patient with this aspect of herself.
She feels her freckled cheeks becoming rosy and warm from the embarrassed blush covering her face, such an oblivious dork. "But, I would love to go on a date with you on Friday." That response made her smile widen across her face, both of your eyes meeting the others with gleeful glimmer going about your eye. "Great - Great then! I thought maybe we could watch a movie and I could make us something to eat for dinner. How does that sound?" Ellie didn't want to come off to strong so thought the idea of chilled out date would be the best idea for your first date.
That bright smile across your face said it all, clear eye contact with smaller masculine woman. Her heart was flying across the room in graceful yet merry fashion, but tries to seen cool and composed on the exterior. "Ellie that sounds wonderful, pick me up here at 6pm?" Which Ellie non-verbally agrees to that just before her bossy manager comes along stubborn and frustrated as usual Ellie unsure how you put up with his attitude. "I got to go, just know I'll meet you outside on Friday. Don't get in any trouble, okay?" You playfully tease, stepping away as Ellie stands there.
Excitement brewing inside of her, about to burst into fireworks as she grabs some soup cans merely a few and then buying then and carrying them in a bag as she headed out though not before spotting you once more and waves goodbye to you sweetly yet in awkward fashion just as she heads back out with a confidence boost in her step though hunched shoulders as she exited. What a date it will be, Ellie thrilled to see you on Friday.
#tlou#the last of us#tlou2#tlou 2#the last of us 2#the last of us part 2#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie williams fanfic#ellie x reader#ellie x y/n#ellie x you#x reader#abby x reader#abby x y/n#tlou fic#tlou fanfiction#wlw fanfic#wlw writing#bee writes
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Rudolph The Red Nose Demon
Apparently, you and Eddie are regulars at this thrift store.
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CW: Reader has the nickname Bunny, but otherwise is un-named. This is from Steve’s POV, and there is mention of demonic singing reindeer. Reader uses Fem pronouns, is mute, has a distinct fashion style, but otherwise is as inclusive as possible!
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Apparently, you and Eddie are regulars at this thrift store. You two come in nearly every week. Sometimes just to buy something you need, other times it’s like you two are on some kind of date.
Those days always make Steve’s heart hurt the most.
It’s just awful watching the two of you galavanting around, showing each other all the weird shit Hawkins had to offer. It’s not like either one of you are disruptive, well you weren’t, but it just made him sick watching how sweet you both were to each other. How you just relished in the strange.
There was one time Steve was stuck watching Eddie come up behind you, holding a stuffed animal version of that claymation reindeer he’s seen during Christmas. With a flourish, Eddie presses the button on the toy and the most demonic version of Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer plays. All garbled, and tinny. The ending notes make him think of those music boxes in horror movies.
You love it. Your smile lights up the entire store and Steve is blindsided by it. You play the toy for him when you come up to check out, and Steve can’t help the smile on his lips. Still fucked up, but…maybe it was kind of cute. Maybe you both were kind of cute.
It wasn’t just you Steve was watching, though. He found himself paying more attention to Eddie as well. At the way the metalhead treated you with such love and tenderness. At the way he grinned when he found something he liked, or something you’d like. While you were a technicolor oddity, from your clothes to the little notepads you carried with you, Eddie was your achromatic counterpart. His clothes may not have been the most colorful, but he glimmered silver and sometimes the jingle of his chains reminded Steve of bells.
“Steve, are you gonna help me put these hangers away, or are you just going to moon over Munson and his girlfriend?”
"Im not- Im not mooning." Steve huffs, turning towards her and grabbing the pile of hangers from the register beside him. "They just draw attention, hard not to stare."
"Well yeah, I mean Munson's girlfriend is gorgeous but we have work to do.” Robin shot back, jabbing him in the arm with a hanger. “Cari is coming in soon, so you want to start putting away those hard lines with me? Maybe you’ll run into them.”
Grabbing a few board games and craft supplies, Steve cautiously moved through the isles. He got stopped a few times, people wanting to find certain items or asking what the sale was for that day.
“Harrington!”
Jumping at Eddie’s yell, Steve swung around and nearly dropped the items in his arms. You approached him, gesturing with your hand before messily scribbling in your notepad. It was macaroni themed, and it matched the macaroni and the pasta noodle necklace combo you had wrapped around your wrists and throat.
‘Sorry to scare you!’
Steve shook his head, and placed the stack on the shelf. “It’s alright, what’s up? Looking for more macaroni?” He jokes, which brings a smile to your lips and your shoulders shake a little with what he hopes is laughter.
“Close. We’re actually hoping to snatch that box of dice and wooden beads from you.” Eddie says, reaching over and grabbing the two items. “Hey, do you guys ever sell those tiny screw-in pins?”
Steve starts putting the rest of the games away, “Maybe? I’d check the hardware section. What are they for?” Briefly he wondered if it was for that game Dustin raved about. “Are you like, using the beads as rocks to throw at people in your game?” He turns to look over at them, momentarily taken aback by the surprise in Eddie’s eyes. The metalhead is quick to recover, tossing the packet in the air and catching it on the other side of Steve.
“Thanks for the idea Sunshine, but nah. My sweetheart’s got the great idea to make another dice belt. This time fruit themed.” The nickname flusters you, and Steve’s heart flutters at the sight of your bashful smile. “So, you make all the things you wear?”
For a moment Steve is bold. He reaches out, his fingers gently nudging your macaroni earrings. The clack they make is loud in the bustling store. You look up at him, eyes wide. For a moment Steve thinks he’s just blown it all, but your written words soothe him.
‘We do! Do you want to join us sometime?’ The hope in your eyes wares at his uncertainty. Steve bites the inside of his cheek, the slow bloom of a migraine rising in his skull. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he did, but well…
“I don’t know, I don’t think I’m all that good at that kind of stuff? I mean, I haven’t done any art classes since elementary school…” Surrounded by smart, creative people really highlighted how much of that Steve lacked in that department. Hell, he didn’t even make his bat. It was Jonathan’s first that he just adopted.
You and Eddie are quick to disagree though. “Steve, my stuff looked like shit when I first made it. The first thing that I liked was this.” Eddie reaches into his shirt to pull out a guitar pick on a chain. “And well, now look at me.” He makes a dramatic turn around for Steve, showing off the things he’s made. He even shoves off his vest, only hesitating for a moment before tossing it to Steve. “See how fucked the stitching is over there?” He points to the edge of his Dio back patch. “I was high as a kite, nearly jabbed my fingers off, but it worked. It’s on there.”
Steve let his fingers run along the edge of the denim. “….Is that…floss?” He blinked, poking at the thick, white thread holding one of the patches together. He looked up at Eddie, who snorted. “Yeah. The thread I was using kinda sucked, so this one,” he made a proud gesture towards you, “suggested we could try some floss. That shit is strong.”
You hold up your notepad, grinning. ‘I got the idea from a friend of mine who’s into Punk stuff. She showed me how she put patches on her bag with it.’
Steve hummed, and handed the jacket back over to Eddie. “I wouldn’t even know what to make. I’d just be sitting there. Besides, I might make it and then never wear it."
'You don't need to wear it,' you scribble with determination, 'it's just for fun, you know? Something for us to do! We really want to hang out with you, Steve. :)'
Steve liked the way you wrote his name. The curve of your writing, the smiley face right next to it. Eddie chuckles next to him, and Steve's cheeks burn with heat.
"Maybe you can invite Buckley too? Think she might be interested?"
"Interested in what, Munson? In knowing why your holding up my co-worker when he's supposed to be helping me? Yeah, I'd say so."
The three of you jump at Robin's words. You end up laughing again, turning towards her and scribbling into your book. Robin breaks out in a smile. "Yeah, I'd love too! Did you manage to convince Steve?"
You pout, shaking your head and looking over at him with big, soulful eyes. He makes a show of hiding himself behind a hand. "Oh thats not fair-"
"She does it to me too, dude. It's a weapon." Eddie chimes in and you make a shooing motion at him, which only prompts him to catch your hand and kiss the back of it. A goofy grin on his lips. "Didn't mean to upset you, m'lady~"
Robin groans and Steve suppresses his yearning.
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Glimmer 22/? Billy Butcher fic!
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Addison sipped her pint of beer at a table in the back corner where she sat watching Annie and Hughie - they had challenged each other to a game of darts. Hughie was currently losing quite miserably, but taking it like a champ. Addison couldn’t help smiling to herself as she thought about what a sweet couple they made.
Idly, she wondered how they made it work. It definitely wasn’t easy. That was something she had to admit now. She wanted Billy more than anything else in the world, so why was it still so difficult?
She stilled for a minute, thinking of Billy, of his worry, then listening to her surroundings. Nothing out of place.
Still, she felt uneasy. She tried to shake the constant feeling of edginess that had settled in the pit of her stomach lately and wouldn’t seem to go away. Wouldn’t go away unless Billy was touching her...
She sighed to herself, drinking again.
But then he’d bellow and rave and tell her what to do...and it just made her...it made her want to explode. She had worked so hard, for so long, to be okay on her own. Sometimes it felt like he wanted to take that away from her. She knew he didn’t really. He wanted to take care of her, he just didn’t know how to convey that without coming off like a controlling prick. And she was too stubborn and impatient to listen to what he was really trying to say. She never wanted to fight but when he pushed her she only wanted to push back. She had been on her own for so long.
The truth was, she was just scared. Scared it wouldn’t work, scared he would hate her in the end, scared she couldn’t get stronger, scared she would just fail at it all again. Scared she might succeed.
Hughie and Annie came back to the table and Addison forced herself to smile. “Thank you for helping me Annie, really. I don’t know how much good it will do, but I appreciate it.”
Annie gave her an encouraging look. “You already know what to do. You just need some self-confidence. It’s all right there inside of you, all of it. You just have to believe in yourself.”
Easier said then done. Addison thought, and she took a sip, thinking for a moment.
“I can feel it,” Addison murmured quietly. “I can feel what I’m doing, physically...I never did before. Or I didn’t pay attention. I almost wonder if...” she trailed off.
“You wonder if...?” Hughie asked.
Addison shook her head. “Never mind. I’m not sure what I was thinking. Anyway,” she changed the subject. “Who won?” she nodded her head toward the dartboard.
Hughie looked to Annie and she quirked her mouth. “Guilty,” she smiled.
“And I think winner buys the next round?” Hughie grinned.
“Oh I see how it is,” Annie smiled at him. “Okay, be right back.”
They watched Annie head to the bar, then Hughie turned to Addison when she was mostly out of earshot. “Annie was really excited to help you,” he said.
“She’s...amazing,” Addison smiled.
He tilted his head. “But yet...you’re holding her at arm’s length. Why is that? Because of Butcher?”
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” Addison protested, gesturing at the table. Geez the kid knew how to get straight to the point. “What did she say? I never meant to be rude, if I was...”
Hughie shook his head. “No, she just said - that you’re... guarded.”
“She’s probably right,” Addison sighed. “I’m trying. It’s not easy for me, I guess. To make friends.”
He regarded her for a moment. “But I think this is more than that.”
“What do you want me to do?” she shrugged.
“Just be you. The best you that you can be.”
Addison couldn’t help giving a soft laugh. He was always just so fucking earnest. “Okay, Jiminy Cricket.”
Hughie huffed dramatically, giving her a mock glare. “You and Butcher deserve each other, you know that?”
Addison grinned. “I know that.” She rubbed her finger over a spot on her glass, thinking. “How does Annie deal with him?” she shook her head.
“How do I deal with who?” Annie spoke up, setting the pitcher in the middle of the table.
“Three guesses and the first two don’t count,” Hughie joked as he refilled each of their glasses.
Annie rolled her eyes. “Butcher?” She looked to Addison and she nodded.
“I think...” Annie looked up as she thought. “I think I can forgive him for all his bluster because...well because I understand why.” She looked to Hughie then, and Addison could see in her eyes how much she felt for him. “And because I know he loves Hughie. So that’s enough.” She took a drink of her beer then grinned. “But the real question is how do *you* deal with him?”
Addison couldn’t help smiling as she gazed into the amber liquid in her glass. Billy. Her Billy. She could deal with anything because he was hers. But she didn’t say that out loud.
“He’s really good with his hands...” she quipped, then tipped her beer up to her lips.
“Oh TMI,” Hughie groaned but Annie laughed and Addison shared a look with her.
Addison promised herself she would try to work to open up more. It had been so easy with MM. Probably because he was so annoyingly persistent and she’d never had a choice, but still.
“Can I ask you something?” Addison asked after awhile, looking over toward Annie. “Did you know? About V?”
Hughie and Annie shared a look. “No,” Annie shook her head.
“Billy told me when he found out. I just...I couldn’t process it. I didn’t react well.”
“How do you react well to that?” Annie said emphatically. “I lost it, on my mom. I just...” she shook her head. “I felt so betrayed. I felt like my whole life had been ripped away for a lie. Suddenly it all made so much sense, why my dad left, the way he acted, everything. But you know, at the end of the day she’s still my mom, so...” she shrugged.
Addison nodded, her brow furrowed. How many lives had Vought wrought destruction and misery upon? All of them. It was almost too much to bear
“I’m working on it,” Annie continued. “What about your parents?”
Addison swallowed. “Gone. But it’s for the better.” For one moment, she thought about saying more, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to. Not about that. Not yet.
“I’m sorry, that must be really hard,” Annie and Hughie shared another look.
“Yeah I’m sorry too,” Hughie chimed in.
“Well...I have you all now, right?” Addison smiled.
“Cheers to that.” Hughie held up his glass and Addison clicked hers to his, both of them finishing the last drink.
She did have them. And Billy. Who was waiting for her at home right now and suddenly she wanted to be back with him more than anything.
She wondered again if they could ever make it work. This was the path she was on now. Would he leave her when he found out this was what she wanted?
They asked for the check and all she could think about was getting to Billy and she pulled out her phone to text him she was heading home.
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Billy stripped his jacket off and threw it toward his couch when he came in to his apartment. ‘What in the fuck am I doing?’ he cursed himself.
He dropped into a chair, burying his face in his hands. He shouldn’t do this to her, involve her in all this shit. All his shit.
But he couldn’t help himself or how good she made him feel.
He thought of the way her eyes lit when she smiled at him, the way she looked when she was teasing him, the way she looked when she wanted him...
He just would not let anything happen to her. She was in trouble now and she needed him more than ever. He wouldn’t sit by and watch awful things happen to her. But he wouldn’t watch her become something awful either.
He wasn't naive and he knew exactly what would happen if she became stronger. Every day, he saw what Kimiko and Annie had to go through, what they had to endure. He saw what people like Noir and Deep and even Maeve became after too long with the power they were given. He couldn’t watch that happen to her.
Billy didn’t know what her future would be but he knew he was going to protect her until the day he died no matter what she did. He would do whatever he had to to make her want to stay.
It felt like an eternity before she finally opened the door to his apartment. He was in the middle of changing and he did not miss the way her gaze swept over his bare chest as he came out of his room but he was too agitated to respond in kind.
“Good of you to stop by,” he glowered at her, annoyed and beyond frustrated.
Addison stopped. She looked like she had taken a hit to the gut. For one second he felt guilty, but what was she thinking? Why could she not understand someone was trying to kill her.
“I just got here and you’re already pissed again?” she threw her bag to the floor. “I’m exhausted, Billy. What do you want from me?”
“You said you’d be home an hour ago,” he stopped in front of her, crossing his arms over his bare chest. The motion made his muscles bunch and he wasn’t above using that to try and persuade her. But it didn’t seem to work this time.
“For fuck’s sake Billy, I can’t teleport. I said I was heading out. The check took longer than I expected.”
Addison pressed her hands to her face, shaking her head before she looked at him again. He knew he was pushing her too hard but he didn’t know how to get her to listen.
“I’ve spent my entire life alone, Billy. I’m capable of taking care of myself. I’ve worked really hard to be okay on my own, and I am,” her voice took on a desperate edge but he couldn’t stop, he had to make her see.
“I have a really shit feeling about this, Addison. These cunts are serious. It’s more dangerous than you think it is.”
“Is it though? Or do you just like the excuse to be controlling...”
“This ain’t about that. I’m trying to protect ya!” His voice rose as he started to lose his temper. What in holy fuck was wrong with her?
“I’m here aren’t I?” she threw her hands up. “As much as you want to pretend I’m helpless, I am a supe. I went out, I had a fucking drink, I’m home now. I’m fine.”
He felt like he’d lost the entire fuckin’ plot. How many times did she need to be shot before she realized she wasn’t invincible. “This ain’t about your independence, sunshine,” he pointed a blunt finger toward her. “This is about your life.” And he refused to risk it. “No more,” he cut his hand through the air. “Until we get this cunt, you stay with me, right here.”
“You don’t fucking own me,” she was nearly as loud as him now but he could see the the war of emotion in her eyes and he felt his heart crack. Whatever he had left of one.
He had to make her understand, but she was stark ravin’ now.
“You can’t order me around like you do everyone else!”
“I’m tryin’ to keep you safe and you won’t listen to a fuckin’ thing I’m tryin to tell you,” he growled.
“You’re acting like a lunatic!”
“And you’re actin’ like your life don’t matter at all. Well, it fucking matters. It matters to me. And if something happens to you I won’t forgive meself.”
“You can’t protect the entire goddamn world, Billy. I can’t live like that, under lock and key.”
Oh yeah? He damn well would if that’s what he wanted. He straightened, raising to his full height, his voice fierce. “If that’s what I have to do to keep you from getting hurt, I’ll do it.”
Her eyes turned to steel grey, sharper than the blade of a sword and brimming full of blue fire. He knew then he had completely fucked up.
“Like fucking hell you will.” Addison spat, then she spun toward the door.
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