#like every time I think I’m over it I run right back to them lmfao
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The klance brainrot will never end I fear here’s a WIP for your time
#my art#lance#keith#klance#voltron#mine#vld klance#vld lance#vld keith#voltron legendary defender#like every time I think I’m over it I run right back to them lmfao#i don’t mind either#i had fun working on this it’s still a WIP but I’m a busy lady#regency AU#idk lol
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i love himbo ! gyu so much tbh like it's brainrotting me ngl 💔
I ONLY JUST SAW THIS NOW FOR SOME REASON SORRY BUT OMFG YES HIMBO GYU 😩😩😩 I think about him all the time especially after your himbo gyu headcanons you really brainrotted me hard 😪 everything you said was so true bro ‼️No but that picture you used as your header always reminded me of frat boy himbo gyu as well like !!😩 so now i think we need to talk about himbo gyu more or I’ll explode.
Okay but also look at these pictures like he also looks like a frat boy himbo here hsfhfjdh
Anyway himbo ! gyu being so damn obvious with his crush on you whilst thinking he’s subtle but every time you’re in the room he’s staring at you like a hawk and not paying attention to a single thing his friends are saying, his friends asking him a question but he’s completely zoned out daydreaming of you lmao and yet he’s also so oblivious to your crush on him somehow when you’ve been straight out FLIRTING w him he just doesn’t seem to get it 😭
Gyu when you guys finally start dating being the clingiest bf ever he’s literally like a golden retriever or a lovesick puppy for you like he’s so down bad and once he’s finally forced you to cuddle him at the most unconventional times, he literally will not let you leave him for hours whining so loudly if you let go 🙄🙄
Complaining when you do work and never doing his own, luring you in by promising ‘study dates’ and that he will fr study this time but he won’t shut up talking about random shit and distracts you sm and asks for like 50 kisses 15 minutes into the session
ALSO HES SUCH A PERVVV and he’s such a thigh and ass man omg he will not leave them alone but bc he’s so dumb for them, you can use it to your advantage and tease him so bad 😌 like one time he’s just walking on campus and you run up to him and hug him and say hi then do a little twirl in a extremely short skirt or revealing outfit and bro has already malfunctioned and gotten hard 😪 begging you both to just skip class and go back to your dorm to which you dramatically gasp at like “you’re such a perv beomgyu omg.. !🫢😰🤨🤨 I’m just wearing a cute nice innocent outfit tf”
When that was literally your devious 😈 plan all along LMFAO TO TORTURE HIM AND GO CRAZY OVER YOU
He’s begging and pleading so bad but you force him to go to his class and he’s texting you in his class as soon as he’s in there saying he can’t focus bc all he can think of is you but he never focuses in class anyway 🙄
So you send him a few innocent pics in his lecture 🤭… maybe of your skirt ridden up a bit, plush thighs on full display and your panties
HE GOES INSANE, sending you keyboard smashes and saying he’s “fr DYING rnaBAJFKDJ<$*) STOP DONT DO THIS TO ME Y/N HSJFJ IM GOING TO DIE AND EXPLODE” he’s literally so painfully hard in his lecture lmfao but you tell him to pay attention
When his class finally ends he practically pounces on you dragging you to his dorm 😭 and now you’ll have to care of the mess you made of him, fucking your baby so dumb <3
Beomie’s got a big cock but dumb baby doesn’t know how to use it himself you have to help him :( so pretty but can’t use his pretty little head of his all the time
Call him a dumb puppy and he’ll literally whimper and cum in his pants right there he loves it sm, pull on your dumb puppy’s hair as well
Yes, he’s a bit ditzy but he’s def not dumb when it comes to eating you out though like you said, he could literally stay there forever and he’s so pussy drunk for u, pretty lips and tongue so good at fucking you and sucking your clit, big dumb pretty eyes looking up at you, he’s always begging you to sit on his face like he loves eating you out whilst you sit on his face and gripping on your plush thighs as he whimpers and whines underneath you it’s literally his favourite thing
Pretty but no brains or maybe he just puts the act on a lot more just bc he knows how much you like it and go crazy when he doesn’t know what to do and looks at you with his dumb puppy eyes, he’ll use it to his advantage as well to get what he wants, he’s still a major spoilt brat 😒
#moots <3#tbh idk what this is 💀💀#JUST WE NEED MORE SUB HIMBO GYU#beomgyu hard hours#beomgyu hard thoughts#choi beomgyu smut#txt smut#sub beomgyu
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Try Me On [NJM] (feat. Chenle)
Description: FWB!Jaemin takes you to buy lingerie. You're surprised when he tells you to pick out one Chenle will like too, until you realize what his goal is. A few photos and a video call later, you know you're in for it the next time you see Chenle.
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3,073
Content Warnings: So much goes on here lmfao sooo public sex (Jaemin), phone sex (Chenle), one lil instance of a hand necklace (thank you Jaemin), use of the term Princess, Chenle calls them brats yada yada oh and unprotected sex (plz don't do this part)...and use of mirrors.......and taking pics and videos there's a lot okay
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin
Author's Note: This is the second installment...so you should read the first part of the AU first, but the poly portion of it is kind of ambiguous right now? They'll get there eventually but the smut needs to progress naturally to that point (bc boo more smut right?)
Opposites Attract [Poly!Jaemle Series Masterlist]
General Masterlist
Permanent Taglist: @haeigoo
“Isn’t the whole point of lingerie like, you being surprised?” You furrow your eyebrows at Jaemin. “Plus, what if someone sees you with me?”
“You know we’re still friends in real life, right?” Jaemin chuckles as he walks into the store behind you.
“Male friends don’t usually go with female friends to try on underwear, Jaem,” you remind him, eyes already snagging on a few pieces you like.
“I’m a man, and you need a man’s opinion. Sounds simple enough to me.”
You snort in response.
“It’s not complicated at all, Princess. Plus, I paid them to close the store for two hours so you could find whatever you’d like.” His tone is so nonchalant, you almost miss what he actually said.
“You paid them for what?” Your jaw drops. “Jaemin, what the hell? What if they know who you are?”
“Money solves all problems,” he says. “Stop worrying. The clock is ticking and if I don’t see you at least 90% naked, I’m gonna make you 100% naked in the middle of the store.”
Your cheeks suddenly burn like you’re on fire. There’s not an ounce of humor in his voice.
“While you’re at it,” he pauses briefly, almost like he has to come to terms with what he’s about to say next, “find something Chenle would like, too.”
No way in hell today is happening. It’s completely possible you’re dreaming right now, because Na Jaemin just told you to pick out lingerie sets to wear for him and your other fuck buddy. It’s only been a week since you took both of them at once. Things seemed fairly normal after that—as in, they went back to having completely separate relationships with you.
“Didn’t know you thought of me with Chenle a lot,” you mutter, looking anywhere but at Jaemin.
“At first it was a little bit of an ego shot.” Jaemin’s honesty almost knocks you off your feet. “But it feels normal now. And I’m not going to buy you lingerie to wear for me and not think of the way Chenle has bent you over every surface of your house.”
“Jaem—“
“I never realized how turned on I’d get at the idea of watching you get fucked by someone else. You were so overwhelmed, Princess. It was sexy.” He runs his fingers through his hair, chest rising. “Pick some out for him, too.”
You clear your throat, trying your best to pretend his simple words didn’t have heat swarming inside you. If the offer was on the table, you’d take them both again. The pleasure was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and you swear you can still feel it tingling inside you at the mere thought of them.
Jaemin prefers lighter colors. Pinks, whites, baby blues. He likes feigned innocence and purity, fabric that left little to the imagination but still covered you enough to leave him some joy in unwrapping you.
And even though you hadn’t ever dressed in lingerie for Chenle, you have a feeling you know what he likes. Blacks, reds, deep, royal blue. For him, you couldn’t really convince yourself he’d like anything more than he likes seeing you naked.
You pick out four to try on. There’s only one that might spark something for Chenle, but you aren’t completely sure. Jaemin would help you decide.
You head over to the fitting rooms, giving Jaemin a wide-eyed glance when he tries to follow you. The worker stops him.
“Sorry, sir, I can��t let you go in there.” She holds up her hand.
“Ah.” With a sigh, he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. He opens it and grabs a wad of cash, holding it out to the woman. “I don’t even think I’m really here right now.”
Reluctantly, she takes it from him and disappears toward the front of the store. You should scold him for doing something like that, but you can’t help but like it much more than you should.
Jaemin leads you into the room by the small of your back, closing and locking the door behind you. You’re not sure what to expect from him. There’s plenty of space to move around, and he sits on the bench on the far side of the room. You stand between him and the mirror, the skimpy shreds of fabric clutched to your chest.
“You want me to just…”
“Yep.” He grins, raising his eyebrows. “I’ve seen it all, baby.”
“It’s different in this context. What if they look bad on me?” You frown at him.
He scoffs. “(Y/N), in no world are any of those gonna look bad. You’re so sexy, you make me hard no matter what you’re wearing.”
You won’t lie—he boosts your confidence way more than you should allow. If Na Jaemin is calling you sexy, you have to be, right?
“Try Chenle’s on first. We’ll send him a picture.” Jaemin pulls his phone out of his pocket and winks. “Think he’s busy?”
You pull your shirt over your head. “He said he was recording with Donghyuck and Renjun today.”
“Let’s make his day a little harder, huh?” He chuckles to himself, leaning back against the wall as he watches you strip.
His gaze drinks in every inch of your bare skin as you remove the rest of your clothing. You try to ignore the dark look in his eyes once you’re fully naked, really try, but everything he does makes you crave him beyond belief.
The royal blue fabric is intense, despite the lack of material. It’s completely sheer, displaying your already peaked nipples without even a smidge of coverage.
“Fuck,” Jaemin mumbles, shifting forward. “You look so fucking good.”
“I don’t know about that.” You let out a small laugh.
“C’mere. We’ll ask Chenle.” He spreads his legs, and you already know what he wants you to do.
“Jaem…”
“Baby,” he whines. “Come get on your knees and let me show him. You didn’t mind both of us at the same time last week.”
You do as he asks, kneeling in front of him and placing your palms on your knees. Gulping, you patiently wait as he positions his phone to take the photo.
“You look so good,” he says, wetting his lips. “Wanna do one more pose for him?”
Against your better judgment, you nod.
“Put your ass up.” It’s not a suggestion.
You listen, turning around and sliding your chest against the floor. The hardwood is cold on your skin, but Jaemin’s sharp inhale makes you undeniably warm. With a burst of confidence, you spread your legs a but further, knowing you’re giving him a clear view of your pussy.
Jaemin grips your ass while he takes the picture.
“Okay, baby. Get one of the other ones. Hurry, or I’ll have to fuck you in this one before Chenle does.”
Blushing, you get up and grab the pink one you picked out. You barely have time to get it all the way on when Jaemin’s phone buzzes once, twice, three times.
He looks at the screen and chuckles. “Chenle’s mad at me. He said he wants to, and I quote, rip that flimsy fabric off of her and fuck her stupid.”
You’re so weak when it comes to them. Jaemin glances up at you, a dark look in his brown eyes.
“My God, look at you.” He clicks his tongue. “Should we keep playing with him? I think so.”
“We can’t stay here all day,” you warn him. “We’ve already been here for an hour.”
“Okay, I’ll give you the choice then.” He sighs. “You can suck my cock or you can get fucked while I send videos of us to Chenle.”
“This isn’t real.” You laugh, smacking your palm to your forehead. “Jaemin, we’re in public!”
“This is a closed room,” he replies.
His gaze rakes over your body.
“We’ll buy that one, too. Put the white one on and pick an option.”
Your logic doesn’t work when you’re around Jaemin. He offers to fuck you and you melt into a puddle immediately no matter where you are or what you’re doing. Your body knows he doesn’t stop until you’ve finished, and now you crave release.
“We gotta be fast, babe.” He unbuttons his pants as you put the white set on. “Please, please pick getting fucked. I’ve been so hard this whole time.”
If you’re going to commit to this, you’ll act the part, too. You put on the best seductive face you can, moving slowly over to him until you’re standing between his legs.
“I’m buying you all of these,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Too fucking sexy.” He turns you around so you’re facing the mirror, his fingers trailing up your bare sides and sneaking under the white lace.
You gasp when he yanks you down onto his lap, hands resting on your hips. He chuckles lowly, kissing from your shoulder to your jawline.
“What are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, eyes nearly rolling when his touch ghosts along your inner thighs.
“Just making sure you’re ready for me.” He squeezes your leg.
“I’m ready.” You grind down the best you can, living for the way he hums in response.
He releases you, allowing you to stand up while he pushes his jeans down. Reaching into his boxers, he pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking a couple times before he beckons for you to join him. You climb over him and make sure to face the mirror while you straddle him. The uncomfortable plastic of the bench digs into your knees, but as Jaemin slides the thin fabric covering your heat aside, you don’t even think of it.
“God,” he groans when he slides a finger along your entrance. “You must fucking love the thought of both of us, don’t you?”
“You might like it a little more than me,” you tease him.
You barely get the sentence out before he’s guiding his throbbing cock into you. Once he’s fully inside, every word you considered saying next has disappeared, and all that’s left is how good he feels. The stretch is a little harder to take without foreplay, but he allows you time to adjust.
“Princess,” he mutters against your ear. “You brought him into this. I’m being good and sharing, is that not what you want? Because I can just as easily keep you for myself.”
You lift yourself up with his guidance, moaning when he thrusts up to meet you on the way back down. He inhales sharply, grabbing his phone.
“Keep going,” he commands.
It’s hard to move in this position, so you’re not able to ride him the way you usually would, but the lack of mobility sends more wetness to your core. You’re desperate to take all of him. Focusing on his pleasure, you ignore the ache forming in your thighs.
His hand travels over the expanse of your stomach, and from the way you see him holding his phone in the mirror, you know he’s recording. You try your best to move faster, wanting to give the recipient of the video that much more material. He finds your clit rubbing it just enough to have you moan loudly and jolt your hips before he stops.
He drops his head against the wall, ending the recording and sending it to Chenle.
“How does it feel, Princess?” he asks, touch dancing along your collarbone. The soft fabric of his sweatshirt presses into your back, and you wish more than anything you could feel his bare skin against yours. He gives your throat a quick squeeze. “You’re stuffed full of my cock, and Chenle’s watching that video wishing he was me.”
You let out a weak laugh. “Jaem, are you getting jealous?”
He fully wraps his hand around your neck and tugs you back until he’s talking in your ear. “Careful, baby,” he warns you. “Don’t give me a reason to be.”
His phone vibrates with an incoming call against the bench, and you stop moving. You settle onto his lap even though your entire body begs you to continue. Jaemin answers, but he doesn’t have time to say anything before Chenle starts scolding him.
“What part of I’m recording with Renjun and Donghyuck did you two not fucking understand?” His voice sounds strained. “You fucking brats.”
“Keep going, Princess.” Jaemin pats your leg before returning his attention to Chenle. “She looks sexy in white, doesn’t she?”
You resume your motions, trying to set a steady pace while Jaemin rubs your thigh.
“Fuck you, Jaemin,” Chenle groans, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “I don’t have a lot of time, and I’m hard as hell. Can’t believe I’m stuck recording while you’re fucking our girl.”
Our girl. You whimper at the words, and you’re not sure if the twitch of Jaemin’s cock buried deep inside you is from you or Chenle.
Your legs burn at this point, but when the signature FaceTime sound starts, you don’t dare slow down your pace. Jaemin feels heavenly inside you, and the thought of Chenle watching has you dripping down your thighs. You forget you’re in public for a moment, moans falling from your lips as Jaemin positions the phone in front of you. He uses his knees to spread you apart further, and he sinks a little further inside you.
Chenle has the perfect view of you riding Jaemin.
“You’ve always been too easy on her,” Chenle growls. “Play with her tits.”
You’re surprised Jaemin listens to the other’s command. He immediately slides his hand beneath the white fabric and tweaks your nipple. Your hips jerk and you’re so close to begging him to make you cum. You feel the high approaching, but you need more. His length is heavenly inside you, but it’s not enough to push you over the edge, and both he and Chenle know that. Your clit throbs, screaming at you to give it attention.
“She doesn’t get to finish,” Chenle says. “Fuck her until you’re done, but she doesn’t deserve it yet.”
You cry out in protest.
“She’s so pretty when she cums, though.” Jaemin pouts, moving down until his fingers tease your lower stomach.
“My God, please.” You move faster. “Please, I need it so bad.”
“Don’t you hear her?” Jaemin hums. “I always make my princess cum. What are you gonna do about it?”
His fingers connect with your clit, and you let out a much too-loud moan as your hips jerk. You move faster on top of him, wanting nothing more than to fall apart. Right before the high washes over you, he stops.
“Fuck,” you hiss, trying to get that feeling back.
Chenle’s breath hitches, and the sounds coming from his end of the phone tells you he’s fisting his cock right now.
“I’ll punish both of you.”
Jaemin’s length twitches inside you, and this time, you know it’s from Chenle. Warmth floods your legs as all sorts of images flash across your mind. You don’t want to be punished, but you desperately want to cum. Your body aches, and there’s an intense pressure building in your abdomen that makes your skin sticky with sweat and your core flutter around Jaemin.
Smirking, he finds your clit again. Almost like he knows what’s going to happen, he drops his phone and covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your scream of pleasure as your walls clamp down on him. Your vision turns white, and you barely notice what happens next between your delirious state and the way Chenle’s moans filter through the phone.
Jaemin pulls you off him and turns you around so he can look at you. You’re back on his lap within seconds, and he tugs you down until you’re filled with him all over again. He seems to have forgotten about the other man. He thrusts upward, nails digging into your hips to pull you down every time.
Another few seconds later, and his head is falling back against the wall with a thud as his warm cum fills you. He gives himself a moment to calm down, and then he grabs his phone. With your head buried in his neck, you shy away from the camera.
“Both of you better be at my fucking house in the next half an hour, understood?” Chenle’s voice is low and a bit scratchy. “I’m getting out of here, and by the time I get home, both of you better be waiting.”
“One more thing,” Jaemin says. He wraps his arm around you and lays you back against the bench. As he slides his cock out of you, he positions his phone so Chenle has a clear view of Jaemin’s cum leaking out of your pussy and gathering on the ruined lingerie.
“Don’t piss me off even more.” Chenle huffs. “Half an hour, Jaemin. I’m not playing with you.”
“We’ll see.” Jaemin grins widely, winking at his phone before hanging up. He tosses it to the side, returning his attention to you. “Are you okay, Princess? That wasn’t too much, was it?”
“I’m good.” You nod, closing your eyes. “We definitely have to buy this one now.”
He chuckles, helping you sit up. “I already paid for all of them. Did you really think I’d fuck you in it and then pay for it? I’m not a monster.”
You stand on your shaky legs, and he helps you remove the ruined fabric and grabs your clothes. Once both of you are fully dressed, he goes out to the cashier to get a bag. You put all four sets into it. When you see yourself in the mirror, you cringe at how messy you look. There’s no way that woman out there won’t know what happened in here—if she hadn’t heard you first.
You don’t look at her as you follow Jaemin out of the store. He flashes his dazzling smile at you, and you’re not sure why that sends a flutter to your heart.
“Guess we’d better go to Chenle’s, huh?” He raises his eyebrows. “He’s not very happy with us.”
“I didn’t even do anything.” You pout but nod anyway.
He laughs and throws his arm over your shoulder. “You were literally fucking yourself on my cock, babe. I think that counts as something.”
Even with your legs shaking as you walk to Jaemin’s car, everything inside you tingles with excitement at the thought of Chenle punishing you.
#nct dream#nct imagines#chenle#nct dream smut#nct scenarios#nct#jaemin#nct smut#jaemin smut#chenle smut#na jaemin#zhong chenle#chenle x reader#jaemin x reader#jaemle#nct dream jaemin
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Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Bingo and Tears
Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him.
Word Count: 7.2k
Warnings: cursing, brief frustration
Note: Thank you so much for the feedback for this!! I enjoy reading every comment and reblog lmfao, you guys are funny and super sweet. Think this starts off as a slower chapter but will start picking up pace in the next chapter. I literally hate writing the beginning of stories, oh lord. Anyways, a happy guest feature!
Kylian’s breathing slowly starts to calm down after a couple moments of Aurie leaving him alone. She was setting up his shower, making sure that he had the right necessities before she instructed him how the first shower of his will go at her place, especially with his worsening calf. He didn’t shy away from making his presence known in the guest restroom; his toothbrush and face wash neatly placed on the sink and a small toiletry bag beside them.
Her phone buzzes and she grabs it from her pocket and grimaces at the person calling, “Hey, Martin.”
“I’m going to need that plan by tonight,” he says.
She blows a raspberry, rubbing her eyebrow with her finger, “About that. Looks like we’re going to have to scrap it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Kylian is going home today.”
“Going home?” Martin repeats curtly. She felt like she had just asked a stupid question in front of the class and was getting called out for it. “Are you kidding me? This guy—listen, I’ll talk to him, get me that plan by tonight.”
He hangs up before she can explain the situation, and despite the need to do so, time was dwindling down for her to make it on time to the retirement home.
She brings down the handheld showerhead and sets it beside the bench. Once she steps out, Kylian is already making his way towards the restroom.
“Did you get yourself a change of clothes?” She asks and his eyebrows furrow. He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and adjusting to the bright light of the restroom. He shakes his head while he yawns.
She sighs, squeezing her way out of the doorway to retrieve his bag. She hoped his duffel bag contained all that he needed because she didn’t want to bring his entire suitcase to the bathroom. She returns, dropping his duffel bag on the floor beside the shower.
“Okay, I’m running short on time so we’re going to need to hurry.” She grabs two dark green towels from the tiny closet and sets them near the shower. “Kylian, are you awake?”
He nods, holding in another yawn, “Yes.”
“Great because I need your eyes on me.”
“Like a school teacher,” he mutters.
“Yeah, shut up.” She holds her hand up at his wide eyes, “It’s going to be better for you if I wash your legs and you do the rest. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that it hurts to put on your shoes and socks, so if you’re comfortable with it, I can wash your legs and then you finish up. But I will only do this if you’re 100% okay with it.”
Kylian stares at the shower, trying to understand the logistics of what Aurie was explaining. The shower was quite wide and flat, no step to hobble over and a bench where he could sit. There were guardrails surrounding every side.
He rubs his arm, staring back at Aurie’s impatient gaze, “I’m supposed to be naked?”
She palms her forehead, “Obviously not, those shorts you’re in are fine. I’ll only be washing below your knees and you’re able to do the rest. That second towel—” she points to the towel on top of the small cabinet, “—is for you to have over your thighs.”
He dips his head down, “Okay. I’m okay with that.”
“Sounds great,” she gives him a thin-lined smile and he rolls his eyes. She fetches a small black box from her pockets, settling it onto the stack of towels. “Press the button there and I’ll come by whenever you're ready. Just take a seat on the bench, towel over you, and we can get started. Try not to put any weight on your calf.”
He watches her walk out of the bathroom and immediately pulls his shirt over his head, relieved to finally have some kind of break from being pooled in his own sweat. He swings himself to the bench and takes a seat on the cold porcelain bench, soothing in the chill. He covers his thighs with the towel and plays with the black beeper she had given him, it’s smaller than his palm with only one button on it. He presses it and a red light lights the other end momentarily.
Aurie knocks on the other end of the door and then slowly opens it, Kylian rests his head against the wall, his uninjured left leg dangling down while the other stays somewhat up. She walks towards him, crouching down in front of him to grab his leg so he doesn’t have to hold it up himself.
“I’m going to go ahead and take off your sleeve,” she instructs. He simply gives her a nod.
She unstraps the bands and tugs it off, scooting it towards the other corner. The silence between them was engulfing Aurie’s ears, the water wasn’t on yet but she wanted it to be. Any kind of noise for that matter.
Her gaze flickers to Kylian’s bruising, following it along the side of his leg, and her eyes widen once they land on what she could see from his hamstrings.
“Is it that bad?” he probes. She looks up at him, unaware that he had been watching her the entire time. His eyes were so hooded and drawn down that they looked like they were closed.
“Erm,” she stutters, “it could be worse. How about you lift up your thigh for a second?”
He raises his leg, “Come on, don’t lie.”
“Does it look like you had a skiing accident instead? Yes.” Her humorous tone goes unnoticed by Kylian as he spews out curses in Spanish, still grossly upset with himself for the events of last night. A moment of weakness and wanting to somehow get back at Aurie even though she certainly wasn’t the reason he was in this position.
She grabs the showerhead, angling it down as she turns it on. After putting soap on the washcloth, she starts to scrub his uninjured leg. Her movements were soothing to him and his frustration slowly seeped out.
“Martin called me by the way,” Aurie says and Kylian’s eyes flutter open. “I didn’t get to tell him everything, but I said that you were leaving today.”
“I am?”
She looks at him, her hands coming to a stop on his shin, “You are.”
“Is this about last night?”
She nods, “I was serious about what I said. I’m done.”
Kylian’s throat suddenly hitches and he gulps.
She continues to scrub at his legs, now going at a faster pace. “You can call your driver after the shower, or whatever you need to do. I’ll be on my way to the nursing home anyway.”
“I wanted to go,” he whispers, his voice still stuck in his throat. Despite the chill of both the water and porcelain, he was starting to get hot. Dread settles into his fingers as he thinks about going back to Paris, so he grabs onto the towel and fists it.
She smiles, “Didn’t you say not to lie earlier?”
He sits up, slightly annoyed that she was finding this entertaining. He sighs, “I want to go, Aurie.”
She rinses off his soapy leg and moves onto the next one, careful to not apply too much pressure. “Kylian, I don’t want you to go if you’re just going to be a total pain in the ass. Contrary to you, I care a lot about these people. They love playing bingo every Saturday afternoon and will absolutely hate me if I have to cancel. I am not going to ruin it for them because I brought a bratty guest with me.”
Another sigh, “I won’t be a pain in the ass, I promise.”
Aurie lets out a brief exasperated laugh, “Your promises so far mean nothing, especially after last night. As soon as I’m done from here, I’m telling Martin that I’m done. That you’re going home and will continue your rehab with him and whomever.” She rinses off his leg and stands up.
“Wait,” he starts, his hand gently touching her wrist. “I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have brought Lucette over without your permission or messed with my leg. I’m sorry.”
His eyes are more remorseful than what she had anticipated so she knew his apology was genuine. She lets out a small exhale, “Okay, thank you for your apology. I do think, however, that we should move your rehab back to Paris.”
He shakes his head, “No. Let’s just do it here.”
“No, I’m not risking my integrity—”
“And you won’t,” he assures.
Aurie turns off the running water, now that they were both clearly strayed from continuing his shower. “You do realize because of what happened last night you’re back on day one of recovery, right?”
The tiny crease between his eyebrows gives his confusion away. His wet legs were starting to itch as they dried in the cold and he pats them down. Aurie notices and immediately helps him, grabbing the towel from his hands.
She purses her lips, “That massage put you back perhaps a week. You’re going to be in a lot more pain than you should be and the swelling will take a little longer to go down. It’s even more purple than before because you just angered all the blood that pooled around there. Your hamstrings. They don’t hurt right?”
He lifts his leg and presses his fingers into his skin, “No.”
She nods, “Even though they’re purple, they don’t hurt because it’s just blood that’s been traveling up your body from the massage. Look, Kylian, I want to help you, but I don’t think you realize that your leg is my responsibility at the moment. You get it hurt? That’s on me. I didn’t think I needed to tell you that you couldn’t do anything to your leg, including massages, for the first 48 hours because I thought you already knew. But you didn’t, and that’s on me. It’s not on you or Lucette for not knowing, it’s my responsibility. So when I tell Martin about what happened, he’ll probably yell at you, but also come at me harder for not keeping a better eye on you.”
She steps out of the shower, drying her hands with one of the towels. Kylian’s somber eyes are planted towards the tiles, thinking about what to respond. If he had to choose, he’d rather be in her hands than Martin’s. This would be new to experience, something different than the walls of the rehab room at Camp des Loges.
She dries the floor of any water droplets and turns back towards a defeated Kylian, “I should’ve told you to not mess with it.”
He runs his hand across his face, “No, I’ll tell Martin that it wasn’t your fault.”
She gives him a sympathetic smile, “That’s nice but it won’t mean much—”
“But it’s not your fault, Aurie,” he pleads, trying to get closer to her again.
“It isn’t, you’re right, but this is how it works. My instructions weren’t clear for you, and I was never explicit with them. I just assumed you knew which was my mistake.”
Kylian asserts, “I’ll make sure Martin knows. I’ll stress it to him even. Can you just give me another chance?”
“Give you another chance?” She raises her eyebrows. “You’ve wanted to leave the second you got here. How could you want to stay now?”
His hands sink down beside him, shrugging, “I…I like it here.”
She huffs, turning the water back on. The shower head squirms as water travels through it, moving around and spraying right onto Kylian’s abdomen.
“Aurie—” He turns away, his arms stretched out in front of him.
She can’t help the foolish laugh that escapes her mouth as she catches it, “Sorry!”
Water trickles down his face to his shoulders and arms. “Really?”
“I’m sorry,” she responds meekly. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
He grits his teeth, wanting to continue his case to stay, but it was better to carry out the conversation when he wasn’t partially naked and dripping wet.
Aurie exits the bathroom and Kylian lets out a deep sigh that he had been holding since she first crouched in front of him. He hated how much comfort her presence brought him even if he hadn’t known her for long.
It was something about her voice, it encaptured him quickly. Her hands; the way her gentle fingertips just burned through his skin every time she touched his leg. She wasn’t treating him like an overly sick patient and wasn’t intimidated by his status. He liked that he saw glimpses of her wit and humor even whenever he upset her in the worst way possible. And her laugh, if he wasn't already sitting, he would’ve fallen down by now.
Aurie rushes getting dressed and then folds the blankets and mattress back into the couch, her phone buzzing with another text message from Martin, stating that he’d come by to pick up Kylian for a couple of hours later. The bingo session would be long over so she wasn’t worried about it.
As she finishes making a quick, sad meal of eggs and toast, she sets up her plate and hears the bathroom door opening, waiting to fish out another plate for Kylian.
He comes into her view, wearing a matching gray jumper and sweats, “I couldn’t carry my bag.”
“That’s okay, do you want any eggs or toast?”
“Sure.” He sits down at the table, careful that his crutches don’t knock over any of the pots, especially the one of her niece.
Aurie slides his plate towards him, taking a seat down in front of him.
“Were you being serious?” Kylian asks, having not taken a bite from his plate. He wanted to set it straight now, that he was serious about his recovery. “About being done with my recovery?”
She finishes chewing, “I don’t know…I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had a patient who willingly put themselves in this position because their girlfriend gave them a massage.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend.”
“Sorry, that was my irritation speaking,” she looks down. Kylian tilts his head down to get a better view of her face. “I just—look, if you want to redo this, okay. I’ll do it, but the moment you adamantly break my rules or just blatantly disrespect me, you’re out. Especially if it comes during this next week when you’re bedridden. You’re going to feel like shit and utterly bored that you’ll want to do something but you can’t.”
He continually nods his head at her words, digesting them this time and listening. He thought he would have to work so much harder for another try but here she was giving him another shot.
It wasn’t like she was opposed to keeping him here. She had already rearranged the bedroom in the other room to be his rehab room and would hate for all of that to be for nothing. Having to move the heavier equipment with the help of Raphael, her brother in law, that same day Martin called her. Meanwhile, Kylian’s attitude had shifted entirely from her first encounter with him. He seemed to slowly start trusting her more and as long as he was willing to work, she was open to giving him another chance.
“That includes not bringing someone over in the middle of the night, especially without my permission,” she warns. The way her voice drops into a more serious tone has Kylian fumbling, a nervous smile stringing onto his face. “I’m being serious, Kylian.”
He drops his head down into his arm, chuckling, “I know.”
It was cute.
She rolls her eyes in a joking manner, “Don’t be a shitty roommate, I’m serious!”
His shoulders only jerk harder as he laughs, “I won’t.”
“I don’t mind you bringing someone over but just give me a heads up—and they better not touch your damn leg. I don’t care if they have the recipe from God to fix your leg, don’t let them touch you.”
He sits back up, a bright smile featured on his lips. It was probably the first unstrained smile that he gave towards Aurie and she couldn’t contain her own smile. Her heart was warming at the sight in front of her.
She glances down at her plate, “By the way, Martin is coming to get you after we come back from bingo.”
Kylian's head drops back into his arms, “Ugh.”
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“You can’t be serious,” Kylian deadpans, laying his head against the seat. Aurie had brought out the wheelchair she had kept in the trunk of her car for months, placing it in front of the passenger door. “I can walk just fine with the crutches.”
“No, you’re still not to be trusted right now,” she pats the seat. “Let’s go, we have two minutes before everyone hates you.”
He bites onto his lips to hold in a smile, his dimple deepening as he hops down, settling into the wheelchair. His arms wrap around the wheels, but Aurie slaps them away.
“No, you’ve lost that privilege too.”
He clasps his hands in his lap, chuckling to himself. God, she was not going to let up, but he didn’t mind.
She pushes him inside, speeding through the entrance to make it to the room.
“There you are!” Estrella, a long-time resident, greets Aurie as she meets her in the hallway. Estrella looks at Kylian, “Ahh, I see you’ve brought someone new.”
Aurie titters, “This is Kylian.”
“Ay, que guapo!” Estrella beams, winking back at Aurie.
Aurie’s cheeks rise with heat as Kylian just gives Estrella a goofy smirk. She presses the button so the doors automatically open, waiting until Estrella wheels in first.
Kylian turns around to face Aurie, “Look at that, they don’t hate me.”
“Oh shut up.” Earning an eye roll, Kylian just stares up at her, his neck straining to make eye contact with her. She looks down briefly, “What?”
“Nothing,” he blinks rapidly, facing forward as she wheels him in. She parks him in front of the table with the wheel of colored calling number balls.
“I should probably warn you,” she bends down towards him. Her movement has Kylian inching towards her, rejoicing in the feel of her breath and presence next to him. “They’re very blunt and will tell you whatever they think. So don’t take it to heart.”
“I would never,” he smiles bashfully while staring at her. She pats his shoulders, grabbing a hold of the microphone and clipping it onto her shirt.
“Sorry for the brief delay,” she greets. “I had to bring a fellow guest, this is Kylian.”
The group of about fifteen residents stare at Kylian, craning their necks to get a view of him. Kylian waves at them back. Aurie notices Maria, one of the snarkier residents, beaming, “Did you finally get a boyfriend, Aurèle?”
Some of them nod along, Estrella backing up her best friend, “You did great!”
Aurie’s palms grow sweaty, especially because Kylian keeps on glancing towards her, waiting for her reaction.
“Uh—no guys. I’m just taking care of him at home.”
Estrella whistles, “At home? Que rico.”
Kylian laughs, enjoying the embarrassment she was succumbing to. He was sure they didn’t know he understood Spanish but Aurie and him both knew. His fingers tease with the handle of the wheel.
“How about we just start?” Aurie suggests, trying to regain control. She knew there were more comments bound to happen with both Maria and Estrella sitting near them.
“You know, Aurèle, most of us have been waiting quite some time for you to bring in a child,” Estrella teases. “Are we going to have to die in order for you to finally have one?”
Kylian raises his eyebrows in surprise, Aurie’s warning wasn’t enough for that kind of comment.
“Gosh, Estrella,” she facepalms, hoping the murmurs and laughs quiet down on their own while she gapes, refusing to make eye contact with a simpering Kylian.
Aurie then starts handing out the cards, Kylian watching her silently as she walks around each table, greeting each of them with a bright smile and a hug.
He doesn’t notice he’s lost watching Aurie until Claude, the gentleman beside Estrella comments, “I remember when I was young and in love.”
Kylian turns his attention towards him. He bites onto the inside of his cheek as his mind rings.
“I’m Claude,” he gives him a small wave from where he sat and Kylian waves back.
“Kylian.”
“I must say, your wheelchair is a little boring, you should get an electric one,” Claude advises, adjusting his hat. “Ah, but you’re only injured, aren’t you? I can see your legs bouncing underneath.”
Kylian chuckles, “I hurt my leg playing football.”
Claude cringes, “Oh, don’t tell me you played in the World Cup last winter, Aurie wouldn’t shut up about it.”
This makes Kylian search for Aurie again. She’s making her way towards them, he gives her a smile as she notices him talking to Claude.
“Is this one of your boys that you treated when you worked with that team?” Claude queries.
“They play on the same team.” Aurie hands Claude and the two ladies their card, walking back towards Kylian.
Kylian shoots her a grin, “Can I play too?”
“Of course,” she whispers, covering the microphone. She scoots in the chair next to him, their elbows bumping into each other. “Claude hates football.”
Kylian leans in closer to her, “I thought so.”
She snickers, wheeling the call numbers, setting out a few. Kylian liked this. The calmness of it. Being able to be in a room and being the center of attention for only a couple of seconds before all eyes went back to someone else. He didn’t have to worry about his appearance or something he had to say.
He also liked to see Aurie in her natural element, and not just the physiotherapist that was taking care of him. She had a job outside of this project. People who knew her well enough to know that she didn’t have a boyfriend, or that she once worked with Neymar. They were accepting towards her hugs, not shying away from them. When giving out the playcards, she took her time with each resident, listening to anything they had to say.
He couldn’t pin it, something about her lulled him towards her.
“You missed N43…and B12,” she points. Truth was, he had stopped paying attention to his card a few minutes ago, lost in his thoughts—of her.
“Thank you.”
She clutches onto her heart, “Did you just thank me? Wow, I think I need to make note of this.”
He laughs, shaking his head. Before he can respond, she goes back to calling out the balls. He gets four in a row with the next number, earning a giddy golf clap from Aurie, but he doesn’t want to steal the spotlight from the residents by announcing it so he doesn’t.
He sits back in his chair, scanning the residents engaged in the game while Aurie places the calling balls into their right marker. A wistful smile etches on his face as he watches her and them in silence.
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Kylian had left to go with Martin some time ago, while Aurie went grocery shopping, stocking up on food. She was currently cooking cheese ravioli, hoping that Kylian liked it, but she didn’t really care because she had already spent the last hour mixing and kneading the pasta. He could simply fend for himself if he didn’t like it.
The black beeper that she left on the kitchen counter starts buzzing. Kylian must have taken his before he left in order for it to beep. He had triggered the SOS call by holding down the button for too long. She rolls her eyes, setting it on a towel so that the buzzing stops. If only he knew Morse code, he would be able to communicate through it.
There’s a rip of sudden knocks on the door and Aurie halts. Kylian couldn’t have made it back that quickly, plus, she gave him a key to the house before he left in case she wasn’t home.
She tiptoes to the front door, skipping the areas where the wood creaks. She can make out a brown-haired man standing, much taller than Martin or Kylian, but her window is too blurred to decipher who it is. She sighs, grabbing onto the nearby bat, as she opens the door.
“Hi?” She wills everything in her to stay calm at the Spaniard. Someone who Estrella and Maria would have absolutely killed Aurie—without hesitation—to be in the same room with. She drops the bat beside the door.
He gives her a confused smile, looking down at his phone, “Hmm, you are not who I imagined ‘Aurie’ to be. I’m here for Kyks.”
Aurie was going to murder him. Another guest without notice. At least it was day time. And Sergio freaking Ramos.
She plasters on a smile, “He’s with Martin right now, but he should be back in give or take twenty minutes.”
Sergio slides his phone into his pocket. “Ahh, okay.”
“Would you like to come in?”
“Do you mind?”
“No, not at all,” she opens the door wider for him and lets him in.
A part of Aurie was screaming internally. She adored Sergio Ramos and thought he was an incomparable captain in her eyes. She loved watching and hearing him direct his team on the pitch during her brief stint of interning for the Spanish national team. After six years of being in the field, she’s been able to compose herself in front of big stars.
“This is a nice place,” Sergio compliments, following the trail of vines. “I’m sure Kylian hates it.”
“Why do you say that?”
Sergio flashes her a smile, looking back at her, “He hates plants.”
“Really?”
He chuckles, walking towards the dead plant in the pink-hearted pot, “Is this his?”
“No,” she laughs. “It’s my niece’s.”
Sergio takes a seat in front of it, “He’s been killing the plants in the lounge room for months. He constantly overwaters them and pours Gatorade in them, but they just end up replacing them.” Sergio snickers, looking back at a shocked Aurie.
“I would’ve never known that. He was encouraging me to revive that.”
Sergio’s laughter halts momentarily and then he frowns, “Ahh, no. He’s going to kill it. I won’t be surprised if all of these others end up dying in his presence.”
Aurie crosses her arms, “I’ll be damned.”
Sergio raises his eyebrows at her abrupt comment, “Oh—okay. I see why you got paired with him now. Here I was hearing that you were a total pain in the ass.”
She rolls her eyes, facing towards the pot to finish cooking the ravioli, “Please, that man is hilarious.”
“He has his moments, but for the most part he’s nice.”
Aurie scrunches up her face, one that Sergio can’t see, “Do you like cheese ravioli?”
“Of course,” Sergio smirks. “I’m not sure why he was complaining so much when here you are cooking for him.”
“He’s a diva.”
Sergio’s belly laugh is contagious to have her turning around to laugh with him. He quips, “I’m sure he’s just been acting out to get under your skin.”
“Well, you’re welcome to stay for dinner if you and Kylian don’t have other plans.”
The red flashing light coming from her beeper goes off again, another signal from Kylian. This was probably him saying that he was about to be here soon.
Soon, she hears the sound of the front door unlocking and Sergio stands up to go greet Kylian. Aurie doesn’t expect Martin to show up as the three of them come back towards the kitchen. Kylian and Sergio start conversing while Martin walks towards her.
She chokes on her spit, “Hey.”
Martin purses his lips, “No exercise for the next three days for him. I’ll help you with his plan since his circumstances are quite unique, but I do want what you draft up by Monday night.”
Aurie nods, “Okay, did you see his hamstrings?”
“I did. I gave him more explicit instructions.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
Martin holds his hand up, “Don’t be. He’s stubborn, Aurèle. He hasn’t ever had a serious muscle injury like this so he doesn’t think much of it. But he knows now. I’ve read him every single possible precaution there is.”
She nods, glancing towards Kylian who adjusts himself on his crutches as Sergio pats his head. Kylian looks towards Aurie, sending her a small smile before wincing as Sergio then pinches his cheek.
“I should’ve at least let him know—”
“Aurèle, drop it,” Martin says. Aurie looks away, chewing on the inside of her lip. “It wasn’t your fault. Kylian made sure of it and I know how he is. Under these circumstances, you’re handling it well.”
“Okay.”
Letting Martin down was like breaking a pinky-promise with a child. It felt gut-wrenching to her, knowing the disappointment was apparent in Martin’s eyes, but directed towards Kylian, not her. She couldn’t tell the difference apart either way.
Martin squeezes her shoulder, “Hang in there.” He removes his head and heads towards Sergio and Kylian. Sergio claps his hand, pulling him into a hug. Aurie goes back to cooking the ravioli one by one while Martin leaves.
Kylian swings towards her, sighing as Sergio nears the both of them at the stove. She stares at both of them looking at her quizzically. “What is it?”
Kylian breaks first, “I forgot to mention Sergio was in town, I was trying to warn you.” He points towards her beeper on the counter, while his own is attached to his hoodie’s pocket.
“It’s okay,” she chimes. “That was a surprise, but I heard worse news from him.”
Kylian looks towards Sergio who’s grinning widely, a worried expression sweeping across Kylian’s face, “What did he say? It was a lie.”
“He said that you hate plants,” Aurie crosses her arms, her hip leaning against the stove, trying her hardest to muster up a displeased face.
Kylian splutters, “No.”
Sergio laughs, swiping at Kylian’s neck, “Don’t lie to her.”
“I don’t not like plants.”
She takes the oven mitts and swipes it at his torso, him chuckling at the two of them. “If you kill any of my plants, Kylian, I swear.”
“I’m not!”
“That calf won’t be the only thing in pain the day I find out.”
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Once Sergio left after dinner, Aurie helped Kylian recompress the sleeve of his calf, it becoming loose throughout the day. Aurie had kept trying to let the guys catch up on their own, but Kylian would often include her in the conversation, telling her stories about his visit to Sergio’s house with the horses. She didn’t mind it, and liked hearing the way Kylian’s voice would raise with excitement.
Kylian was going to need another dose of medicine in about an hour, and Aurie was fighting through yawns as she planned out a treatment plan for Kylian, papers scattered on the dining table. Kylian sat across from her, his eyes glued to his phone but not wanting to be away from her presence.
He looks up, noticing her yawn, “Go to sleep, Aurie.”
“You’ll wake up in a cold sweat without your medicine.”
He watches her scribble something with her pen and then marks it out. She writes again but crosses it out shortly afterward. He can see the weariness and fatigue in her eyes and he puts his phone down. The past two days dealing with him had been exhausting and long for her, and he wanted her attention to be elsewhere since she clearly couldn’t focus on making up this plan.
“I told Martin about Lucette,” he blurts.
“Good,” she comments, her eyes still casted down. “I didn’t get the time to mention it.”
“She won’t be coming around anymore.”
“Okay.”
“I’m sorry about that, really.”
She clicks her pen, setting it on the table and looking up at him. His heart shrieks at the look in her eye, so whimsical but drained. “It’s okay, I’ve already forgiven you. You’re fine, but do keep in mind this is my safe place. It’s secluded and unattractive to the press for a reason. I do in fact live here alone, and yeah, it can seem scary at times, but usually I have my dog with me. Not at the moment because you’re here.”
“You have a dog?”
She nods, “And a cat, but they’re at my sister’s house. Speaking of Camille, I’m babysitting my niece, Simone, tomorrow. It was a last-minute plan so I apologize for the late notice, but you can be in the rehab room if it gets too much for you.” She notices his nose scrunch up at the mention of her cat but ignores it. Not everyone is a cat person so it’s understandable.
“That’s okay, kids are cool.”
She points to the plant, “I think I’ll end up swapping that plant out with one of mine that looks similar.”
He chuckles, “That’s a good idea, and I understand. I’ll be more careful with inviting guests. I just felt annoyed yesterday and didn’t want to bother my parents, and most of my friends are on vacation so I called her. We’re…um, complicated.”
She cringes, not caring nor wanting to hear about Kylian’s love life. She hated utterances of relationships, always the focus of the conversation when they shouldn’t be. But if this was the one conversation that was going to keep her awake, so be it.
“You can always bring your family or friends that you trust here.”
His knee won’t stop bouncing so he pinches his skin to deter his mind, “Okay.”
Aurie stacks the papers into a neat pile, tucking them into the corner of the table, “Do you want to talk about Lucette? That seemed like an abrupt way to end.”
He grunts, wiping his palms on his pants, “She’s an old friend.”
“Friend?”
He blushes, “We were together for maybe six months and then she cheated on me.”
“Ouch,” she tries to hold in a smile but fails.
Kylian’s shoulders slouch but he smiles anyway, “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
He snorts at her smile, “Anyway, I just kind of felt bad, she was losing a lot of her close friends at the time that I felt like I was the only one remaining. Even after she cheated, I ended the relationship but stayed in contact with her.”
She hides her yawn from him. God, she never imagined she’d be listening to his relationship problems and they not be all that worthwhile. She expected more drama, more glamor and fame, but this was…unsurprising. She despised cheaters, including people who cheated during board games. Kylian getting cheated on within six months of a relationship? She wanted to laugh.
“So you feel bad for her?”
He blinks, “Kind of.”
“That’s not a valid reason to stray her along. You’re just wasting both of your time. There has to be an obvious reason that none of her friends are friends with her anymore.”
Kylian thinks to himself silently. It was unhealthy, too much back and forth of if they were on good terms or not. He had lost too much sleep over the last months for nothing. He needed to put an end to it. He turns on his phone, searching for Lucette’s number and blocks her without a second thought. He then blocks her social media accounts.
Everything that Aurie was saying he was taking seriously. She could tell him that tomorrow it was going to snow in the middle of the summer and he wouldn’t think twice about it, just excited to be snowed in.
“I thought you weren’t a therapist.”
“You’re right, I’m not,” she snickers, “How was your thing with Martin?”
He groans, “You know, you’re a lot nicer than him.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Your hands are softer,” he admits and then freezes. He hopes that she doesn’t take it as an inappropriate comment but it’s too late. He watches the way her eyes ever so slightly widen in surprise. “I mean, you’re more gentle. He’s abrupt and doesn’t tell me when he’s doing something. Just does it. I had to sit in an ice bath for fifteen minutes as my punishment.”
She grins, “Oof.”
“It was more yelling by him than anything else.”
“That hasn’t been any different than me, you sure have made me more upset than usual.”
“He just scared me though, instilling more fear about my injury than I should've known.”
“It is a serious injury, Kylian,” her tone shifts from light to solemn.
“I know, but there has to be better ways to say it.”
“Would you have listened any other way? That if you don’t manage this right, it could take you a while to recover the fast acceleration you have.”
He deflates in his seat, mumbling, “I’m taking it seriously.”
“Now you are,” she points out. “You fucked it up more than it should be the very next—not even two days. The first two days are the most critical. You threw us both in a loop that even now I don’t really know what to do because this hardly happens. We were trying to get you out of here before physicals started and be ready before the transfer window starts their intensive screenings.”
Kylian grinds his teeth, suddenly being reminded of the looming summer transfer window. He hated talking about it. Hated talking about the possibility of leaving his team or staying here. He didn’t have much of an option to leave, knowing that his departure would only work if both parties agreed. He knew his injury wouldn’t hinder his options, but hearing the plans of just how much trouble Aurie and Martin were going through for him, it weighed on his shoulders.
Before Lucette had come over last night, he let his curiosity get the best of him, shuffling towards the makeshift rehab room and looking at it. It was almost a replica of the one of PSG’s except more cramped and lower leg based. There was a treatment table where he was going to be laying on at some point. He could imagine Aurie standing next to him, him laying on his stomach, while she ran his hands on him. Medicine balls, an agility ladder, and even a treadmill were laid out in one of the corners. Those were the only things he could see. The covered cubbies beside the treadmill showed peaks of some more equipment, but he didn’t want to open them, too worried that he would make too much noise and wake up Aurie.
He ran his fingers over the spines of the books on the shelves in the front room, pulling out mostly hardcovers. He scoffed at some of them, their titles too blunt, like: How to Deal with a Difficult Patient.
But he liked the chaos of the books. It seemed that she had collected too many books over the years that they didn’t fit on her shelves. Some were tightly squeezed on top of others, but it still remained neat.
He sits up, his foot kicking against his crutch and it slides across the table, hitting into her niece’s pot. His abrupt kick was enough to knock it over and the circular rim makes it roll towards the edge of the table. He’s too far to try to catch it, only shoving it farther as he reaches out for it. It cracks into three pieces as it makes impact, the soil spilling out onto the wooden floor.
“Merde,” he curses. He doesn’t look up at her, still looking down at the pink pot. Heat creeps up his neck once he remembers her niece was coming tomorrow, possibly in the morning. It was nearing midnight and Aurie wasn’t going to have time to fix the pot. “I’m sorry, Aurie.”
She gets up quietly, watching the way his eyes quietly take in the scene. She didn’t want to patronize him, knowing that it was an accident.
“Do you have glue? It didn’t shatter,” Kylian spins around to face Aurie walking towards him. She picks up the larger pieces and sets them on the table, a broom in her other hand. “It can be fixed.”
“It’s okay,” she says quietly. He takes the pieces, fixing them back into place. “I can just make her a new one.”
“She’s going to notice the hearts.”
Aurie can hear the panic in Kylian’s voice and she moves his crutches to lean against the wall, the broom next to them. She made sure they were balanced before she turned her attention back onto him. He was about to spiral and she knew it, having seen this happen before with different patients. The loss of control, the adjustment to their daily activities, it was too much for someone who was so active to suddenly stop and be put under much pressure. Even with the injury, Kylian had so many other worries that loomed his mind.
He spits out more lines in French, his hands trying to hold together the falling pot. He’s too concentrated to notice her inching towards him, and he’s starting to sweat from the stress.
“Kylian.”
“How could you not have glue in here?” He fusses as one of the pieces falls down, it’s so fragile that it cracks and he sighs. “Oh fuck off!” He lets go, letting the pieces crash down onto the table.
“I can fix it tomorrow, alright? Let me handle it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know, and it’s okay, it was an accident. It’s just a pot.”
“It’s not just the pot. I’m sorry for coming in here and wreaking havoc,” he laments. “I would have never wanted you to uproot your entire routine and get rid of your pets to help me.”
She pressed her hand on his shoulder apprehensively, “That’s okay, it was getting boring here anyway.” He leans towards her touch, his body heat soaking through his jacket.
His head sinks down towards his lap and she notices the sudden tremble in his shoulders. Her arm loops across his neck, pulling his head closer to her chest and cradling him. His arm wraps around her back tightly as he murmurs more words but she can’t make them out.
He’s overwhelmed with the sudden pain in his calf again; the shattered pot that’s in front of him; and the decision that keeps both him and his father awake at night, especially after the lackluster season. Aurie’s arms wrapped around him bring him the kind of comfort that he’s longed for, only making his tears stream harder as he melts in her embrace. Any other time, he would’ve felt embarrassed to be crying in front of someone, but right now he doesn't feel judged at all. Just grateful to have her in his corner even after they didn’t start on the best of terms.
She uses her sleeves to wipe away the tears that strayed down the side of his cheek while he grips onto her arm, not wanting to let go. If he could stay like this forever, he wouldn’t hesitate to offer a price for it.
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Note: Me and always making Kylian cry at least once in a series. 🤝 Anyway, I heard there was a kiss next chapter??? But any thoughts, comments keep me going <3
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@fireflywritesgt ok i read your tag on ch21 and i took that as a personal challenge (and then while I was writing this you dropped ch22 and THEN 23 and murdered me. but i'm back now. so)
HELLO Ok fuck yeah hold on everybody take my hand. We’re theorizing about this chapter 🙏 spoilers thru ch23 below
Re: the tag: dare I hope the next story will be set in a similar time/place… i MUST ADMIT despite the significant broader cultural stigma of such a thing. I have often contemplated. Harry and Joe helping with providing socialized miniature healthcare 😭 (maybe to wherever Lorraine lives[?] or knows of?) and when I heard mention of a Tiny Town Hospital… one must wonder how this compares to a Giant Hospital, or to the barber surgeon dens that Joe has presumably had some frostbitten toes cut off at.
OTHER THINGS I’M SPECULATING ABOUT: “certainly, bandits were a problem a borrower occasionally had to face” 🤔 damn that's rough. I do love the sense that there are few overarching cultural norms, whether it's around marriage or language or so on. Everybody is kinda doing their own thing (including robbing each other oof).
I am also VEEEERRY curious about the implications of WHATEVER the tinies that are working in Tiny Town are doing. What kind of mechanized thing could be profitable from a lot of little guys pressing buttons? Or is it maybe not something physical they’re producing? Is it instead a research project? Some attempt at “civilizing” the tiny society for giant colonialism reasons? There’s got to be some kind of output here that is valuable to some kind of giant, but I’m still mystified at what it will be. “Joe wanted to ask him about the four armed giants who stood outside of Tiny Town” YEAH MAN ME TOO‼️ <- secretly delighted this is still coming up because I want to know what it means QUITE BADLY
Joe lamenting that there don't seem to be any libraries, or restaurants, or speakeasies, or any mark of ... art or entertainment? In Tiny Town? I REALLY HOPE Joe and Harry get over themselves and kiss soon so they can TALK ABOUT HOW FUCKING WEIRD THIS PLACE IS???? It made me INSAAANE THAT JOE JUST BRUSHED OFF TALKING ABOUT IT AT ALL 😭 JOE TO HAVE THOSE THINGS. PEOPLE HAVE TO WORK AT THEM. ARE ALL THE PEOPLE IN TINY TOWN JUST WORKING ON PUSHING BUTTONS??? JOE PLS
“Expecting handouts from the bloody giants…” sooo fascinating to hear him voice this, since this whole project is a handout in the absolute best case scenario (given that scraps are worthless to giants), although likely closer to a prison, as Professor Hill called it. Still patiently waiting for his smart and cool wife to explain things to me <3
I hope Joe will deign to really talk about what happened to him… GURL go process it with ur beautiful best friend!! Let him hold you and comfort you and tell you you’re literally so smart and correct and everything you’re saying about ditching the buttons part entirely is literally so beautiful and true!!! Go rock his world with your insights king!!!
Also lmfao Joe is definitely not Irish bcuz his Irish Goodbyes need some SERIOUS work. King of just literally running off when he’s not feeling a conversation anymore.
Me 🤝Joe <- autistically just leaving
He does this so often and it makes me cackle every time. Wait hold on those great meme posts make me want to make a JUST WALK OUT! One.
Absolutely loving the tension of it all… the reveal that Joe was doing watchmaking when he was TWELVE, meaning (if I'm keeping track of time correctly) he got snatched right after he was ABANDONED BY HIS ONLY FAMILY IN THE WORLD, was so artfully done. I had to stop in my tracks and think at the “he’d known O’Grady longer in his life than he hadn’t” and do math and be like “oh fuck.” Maybe this was teased prior and I didn’t pick up on it, but it hit HARD. For some reason I hadn’t assumed he was a kid — but why wouldn’t he be? If little kids are already doing things like crawling into discarded beer bottles. Fuck, Warren, heartbreaking stuff. Bravo. Of course Joe would be as dedicated to going and seeing him as he was Harry in the hospital. He cares so deeply about everyone, but especially his friends. It’s too bad O’Grady is no longer in a place to reciprocate the love Joe gives !!! But of course Joe still would not be ready to throw away the boot knife O’Grady made for him… “a decision that would forever change Joe’s life” btw I can hear ur evil hehe from here. :)
Also btw THIS little detail is one of those things that makes rereading your story so delightful: “They invade our end of the city, take our jobs, show up at our bar… did we invite them? No.” O’Grady was practically ranting. “And when we politely tell them to leave, what do they do?” O’Grady pointed to his bandaged head. “Watch out for them once you get here. They’re not good Irishmen like you and me, Joe.” juxtaposed with the actual breaking news we heard from the radio ? "“AN IRISHMAN AND AN ITALIAN ARE IN THE HOSPITAL AFTER A MASS BRAWL OUTSIDE A BAR ENDED IN A CRACKED SKULL AND A STABBING. NEITHER OF ‘EM HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED YET.”" a fucking STABBING = "politely tell them to leave"? What kinds of things has Joe's friend gotten used to excusing?
And of course I love the moments of solidarity within the tragedy of the newly realized (or at least newly stoked) xenophobia between borrowers. Joe being reminded of how his parents spoke, and how his brother shooed him off, in the gestures of a stranger… you really do a great job of evoking the ways we are all connected to each other. His family is gone, but he still sees them everywhere he looks. [pacing my enclosure and being sooo normal about how Joe has purposefully isolated for a decade and yet cannot help but see the beauty and humanity of his fellow man whether tiny or giant bcuz despite thinking he’s wired wrong, he’s actually wired like all of us who have felt that way for our unusual proclivities. He’s wired for connection with his fellow man. And he’s so wired for it u can feel how much it hurts his heart. Haha I’m sooooo .] The older guy was trying to warn him off crossing a white line into the “Irish ward”, too, right? The gesture was a kindness. And speaking of, does that mean the little tunnel somebody dug is to the Irish district? Or was I turned around and it was the Italian one? Either way — who would be trying to get in here, and why? Maybe it’s just a desperate person, but O’Grady talking about how bad it’d be if they saw Joe, and the need for an ID, makes me think it’s not someplace you can sneak into and integrate with. Just makes me curious as to whether it’ll come up again!!
THIS is also something I'm wondering about -- could the 'output' of Tiny Town maybe be researching, like... ethnonationalism? In the wake of WWI? Those drawn lines separating different 'wards'... do we think Tinies came up with this shit on their own? I doubt it, if someone like Dawson who is immediately assigning people nationalities that we know from Calloway's nobody "normal" in borrower society knows/cares about. HMMMmmmmMMMMM. I'm still reaaaaally curious how much Hill knows about this place and what hand, if any, he had in it. ONCE AGAIN, boys get kissing so you can also get TALKING. I think Harry would have much to say about how pointless it is to hate individuals from other nationalities after everything he saw during the war. Or so I assume, given he had no bad reaction to Joe being Italian.
AND WELL THIS IS LESS THEORYCRAFTING AND MORE “ME WANTING TO WRITE MORE FANFIC ABOUT THEM” BUT I WAS SOOO DELIGHTED THE CHAPTER DIDN’T END WITH HIM LEAVING TINY TOWN AND WE INSTEAD GOT DRESS REHEARSAL 2 OF HARRY AND JOE GETTING SO FUCKING DOWN BAD FOR EACH OTHER AT THE WINDOW & IN THE BEDROOM. YIPPEEEEE <- this was written before ch22 lol pictures taken moments before disaster
“Joe fidgeted for a moment as he fought with himself over whether or not to say what he really wanted to say.” … did you say what you really wanted to, there, pal? 🤨
I'm sooooo glad Joe's books are making more and more appearances... much like Harry I'm endlessly delighted by his culture. I wanna know what shaped his romantic fantasies!!
""Yeah, the ending on this one isn't great. They're cowards. Could've at least said they loved each other." Joe said.
He closed the book and snuggled into the crook of Harry's neck." <- Lmao @ these two guys so allergic to talking about their feelings shit-talking the romance book protagonists while they're literally cuddling in bed and not acknowledging it
Did he own these books when he was a kid? I imagine so, but on the other hand? HEY HOLY SHIT I REALIZED AFTER CH23 SOMETHING I SUSPECTED BUT COULDN'T CONFIRM: if homophobia isn't something borrowers have. Is one of these romance novels Joe owns going to be between two men? Harry is going to get his fuckin world rocked. Him and Georgie stole books from the library before, but I doubt they found any gay romance stuff (still impossible for baby-gay-Gnash to find that almost 100 years later in their rural libraries, lol.) Would this be Harry's first exposure to something like that? Wahhh... hurry up and open up to each other again you need to talk culture ASAP...
I'm also very curious if borrowers would have more taboo novels of their own, particularly giant/tiny stuff. And would Joe have come across any of it? I imagine it'd be extremely difficult to sell things like that without a beating, but maybe in bigger night markets -- and Joe said he's been in lots of very big cities... if his third novel is some really salacious g/t writing that would do numbers here on tumblr dot com I'm going to lose my god damn mind.
#once again. it would be a war crime to try putting this in your inbox. also other people seemed to enjoy it last time.#take my hand fellow TAoLaW enthusiasts. let's make incorrect guesses about where things are heading... together <3#thanks for the wonderful fic Warren!! it's taking over my brain!!!
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Next Door
Summary: You're back from college for the summer, and your next door best friend became even hotter (I suck ass at summaries)
Pairing: Connie Springer x black!fem!reader
Word Count: 6000
Warnings: best friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers (?), accidental voyeurism, little bit of sexual tension, confession of feelings, fingering (f), virgin!reader, protected sex, multiple orgasms, handjob, blowjob, little bit of dirty talk (?), aftercare (i think I covered it all, let me know if I didn't)
A/N: Reposting this bc it didn't show up in the darn tags 😑. This isn't my best work, but I'm just happy that I finished it tbh. If it doesn't do well? Oh well. Lmfao, I just wanted to get this out bc I have so many more WIPs, and I was almost done with this one. If this doesn't work, idk if I'll repost it again lol
Being home from college means a lot of different things for different people. Some people hate it, missing the freedom that they had in college. Others love it, especially if they move a good distance away from their families. You fall somewhere in the middle. You still have your freedom, but you really don't have anyone to enjoy that freedom with.
High school wasn't your favorite phase of your life, but you were able to make friends that you're still in contact with today. The problem was that they weren't free to hang with. You tried to make plans with them right as school got out, but they quickly fell through, so you're spending the beginning of your summer wondering how in the hell you're going to pass the time.
With truly nothing else to do, you decide to unpack some of your stuff, and you push open the curtains covering your windows before opening them up. Opening up the last one, you realize that it's the same window that faces Connie's house. You falter a little bit in your movements as the memories flood back into your head.
You moved into the neighborhood right before you started third grade. You were upset and scared because you had no friends, and you were going to a new school. You remember the first time you opened the window, conveniently doing it at the same time as him. You were too nervous to say anything, but he gladly spoke up first, introducing himself.
You both didn't go to the same school, much to your dismay, but he quickly became one of your best friends. You hung out after school, during the weekends, on your breaks. He made the move much more bearable, and you don't know where you would be without him.
Although, it wasn't until you got to high school that you started to develop feelings for him. You tried to blame it on the fact that you weren't really getting any attention at school, but the harder you tried to deny it, the more you realized that that wasn't the case.
You never said anything though because you found out that you weren't going to be together much longer. He was older than you by a couple of years, and he was heading to college, leaving you to tackle the last two years of high school by yourself. He still managed to call you every now and then, which definitely helped, but it wasn't the same.
When it was your turn to go to college, you were going to a college that was a couple of hours away, and he was staying, deciding that he wanted to stay close to home with his family. You didn't blame him, and saying goodbye to him was the hardest thing you had to do.
You haven't seen him since you've been back, and you don't know if you want to. You tried so hard to get over him, but he's not someone that you could just get over. You shake yourself out of memory lane, getting back on track to unpacking your stuff with a loud sigh.
Opening up that window seemed to open the floodgates because it seems like for the past couple of days, you've been thinking about Connie nonstop. You've started to avoid going out of the house in fear that you might run into him. What would you even say? You wouldn't even begin to know how to start a conversation with him.
You tell yourself to just get over yourself, opting to just forget about your conflict. You open the front door, grimacing at the heat that's coming from the outside before walking down your driveway to check the mail. You're going through it, slowly walking back up to your house when you hear clanking coming from your left.
You look up, seeing the garage door at Connie's house open. You stop in your tracks, chewing on your lip as you wonder if it would be a good idea to see if it's Connie. You don't have much time to think because he comes into view, stepping out from behind his car, or more like stumbling out. You chuckle softly, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead.
Seeing him makes you question why you were even worried in the first place. You give yourself a quick pep talk before you head over to his house. He's looking through the shelves in the garage, swearing when he drops something.
"Hey," you call out when you get to the garage. He jumps, dropping what was in his hand as he turns around. The fear on his face turns into a bright smile as he walks toward you.
"'Sup, baby! I haven't seen you in ages!" You can't help but laugh as he brings you into a hug. "When did you get back?" he asks, keeping his hands on your shoulders when he pulls away.
"A few days ago," you say. "I've been seeing family and unpacking." Being this close to him makes you realize that he's not the same boy you said goodbye to a year ago.
He's gotten taller, a little bit more tan, and you don't ever remember him being this built before. You didn't even realize he was shirtless until now, and you swallow heavily when you notice. He's got a tattoo on his arm, and an ear piercing, and that crush you had starts to come back in full form.
"Cool, cool. You look amazing by the way, how was your first year of college?" You feel your face flush warm at the sudden compliment, almost losing your thoughts, but you remained focused on the conversation.
"Oh, thanks," you respond softly. "It was pretty good, a lot better than I expected. You look great, too," you add, and you sound so lame, but he doesn't seem to care, probably too excited to see you again.
"I'm glad it went well for you," he answers, and he crosses his arms over his chest, which makes you focus on his the way the muscles in his arms move. "Speaking of that," he says, and you're glad he changes the subject because you weren't really sure how to continue. "A friend told me about this show that I know you would love. And since you're back, I thought we could watch it together."
You feel so many things run through you at the thought of hanging out with him again, but you're easily accepting. "Yeah, I'm definitely free, so my couch is always open," you laugh, and his smile seems to get even bigger.
"Awesome! Well, I should get back to working on this car," he says, pointing over his shoulder. "It was good to see you again. Seriously."
"Yeah, you too," you say, taking a step back.
"And I'll be over sooner rather than later to watch that show." He sends you a wink that definitely doesn't make you melt, and you laugh as you nod, walking back towards your house.
"I'll be waiting." And it's not a lie because you literally have nothing else to do but wait. You get back to your house, close the door, and rest your weight on it. You try to fight your giddiness, but you let it out for once before you finally calm yourself down.
Waiting just made you even more anxious though. It was a couple of days before he was even able to come over, having things to do and catch up on, and you currently had the house to yourself because your parents wanted to go on a vacation for their anniversary.
You were close to pulling your hair out waiting, and you decided that a shower might help, thinking that it was the heat that was getting to you. You feel much more relaxed when you get out, walking to your room with a clearer head. You throw your towel on the bed, the specific clothes you wanted to wear in your suitcase because of course they were.
You're going through your clothes when you hear your name being called. You jump, yelping loudly as you quickly cover yourself, looking around for the voice. You look towards your window, your eyes widening and your heart dropping in mortification when you see that it's open.
"Sorry for scaring you," you hear, recognizing the familiar voice, and you can only see Connie's hand peeking out from his window. "I just wanted to let you know that you left it open. I didn't see anything, I swear."
"T-Thanks," you sigh, and you quickly shut the window and the curtains before you fall to the floor, putting your face in your hands and groaning loudly.
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You didn't move for a while, a million thoughts running through your head, and you finally put your clothes on when you got over your embarrassment. Connie texted you later that day saying that he was free, and you almost canceled. There was no way you were going to be able to have a normal conversation with him now; your face fuming at the thought of being in the same room as him after what happened.
He said he didn't see anything, and you keep repeating that in your head, but it doesn't make you feel that much better. You take a deep breath when you hear the doorbell ring, trying to think positive thoughts as you walk towards it.
Your hands are shaking when you open the door, your eyes meeting a beaming Connie on the other side. "Trust me, you're gonna love this show," he says, walking in when you step to the side. You laugh easily, feeling a sense of comfort come over you as he sits down on the couch.
You sit down next to him as he pulls up the show, and right as he's about to play it, he jumps up, saying that you need snacks. You watch as he runs to the kitchen, and you look at the TV, noting that the show does look like something that you would watch.
He comes back with a bunch of drinks and snacks all in his arms, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you before he sits back down next to you. He's definitely closer to you than he was before. Way closer than he was before, and you can feel the heat coming from him as his body pressed into yours.
You're not really feeling hungry, so you grab a soda, popping the tab open and you take a long sip. You're secretly wishing it was alcohol because it's definitely going to be a long night.
The first episode has you pretty glued in, and you and Connie nurse your drinks through the first episode, but halfway through the second, you're focused on his arm that's made its way behind you. He relaxed further into the couch with a sigh, spreading his legs a little wider, and you breathe out slowly as you press your legs together.
You're starting to sweat, your mind starting to focus on if you should ask Connie if he saw anything earlier today when you got out of the shower. You make an excuse that you have to use the bathroom by the third episode, and Connie agrees, so you go upstairs while he uses the one downstairs. You press your hands against your face, feeling how warm your face is. You splash cold water on your face, trying to calm yourself down.
There's no reason for you to be thinking about your stupid crush that's slowly making you horny, which you partially blame on how much he's changed. You hype yourself up before you leave, taking another deep breath and leaving the bathroom.
Connie's not back yet, and you sit down, trying to recall what happened in the second episode. When he gets back, he's still in your space, and you notice that he's a bit warmer than before, but there's no part of you that minds. You ask him to talk about what happened in the second episode, and you both laugh when neither of you can't really remember.
He offers for you to watch it again, and you agree. He turns it back on, but this time as you start to get comfortable, he actually lets his arm rest on your shoulders. You tense for a second but relax shortly after, resting your head on his shoulder, which feels much more firm than you remember.
You can focus a little bit better this time because you remember some of the stuff that you caught before, so you're able to piece stuff together. At one point, you look down, Connie's tattoo catching your eye, so you poke at it when you ask him about it.
He rolls his sleeve up so that you can see it fully. "I got it last year," he says, and you notice that some parts of it look familiar.
"Why?" you ask curiously, and he laughs sheepishly as he scratches his head.
"Uh, you could say I was missing someone," he starts, and you hate how your heart sinks. "And this is her favorite show." Now you feel like shit because that was the show that you and Connie watched together all the time in high school.
"Is she a girlfriend or something?" you find yourself asking, looking away from him.
"Oh, no," he answers. "Um, I've liked her for a long time but I don't know if she feels the same way." You nod, but you don't respond, suddenly wanting to take shelter in your room.
"Well, have you said something to her?" You don't know why you're entertaining this, and you look up at him. Being this close to his face only makes your feelings for him even stronger, and you're just now noticing that his hair's grown out a little.
"I'm kinda scared to, to be honest," he sighs, meeting your eyes. "I don't wanna lose her." He doesn't take his eyes off of you, and you start to focus on his arm that's around you. He practically has you tucked into his side, and then you're thinking about what happened earlier.
"Um, Connie," you say, looking down. "Did you really not see anything earlier today?"
You hear his breath hitch, and you bite your lip as you wait for an answer which will determine what you should do with your feelings. He tilts your head up by your chin, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.
"Would you punch me in the dick if I answered honestly?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head.
"No, I won't. I promise."
His gaze drops to your lips quickly before it goes back to your eyes, and you fight the urge to look away as you wait in anticipation. "I probably looked at you a lot longer than I should have," he whispers, and your face falls slightly in surprise.
"Really?"
He nods, and you grip his shirt when he leans in closer. "Yeah. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, I couldn't look away." You nearly melt in excitement, the smile on your face so hard for you to fight. "I'm not a creep, I swear. I haven't done that in the past."
"I trust you," you whisper, huffing softly, and you take a deep breath before you say the next thing. "I like you, Connie." He freezes, and you look over his face for a reaction. You're about to retract when he doesn't move, feeling shame bubble up in your stomach, but then he suddenly kisses you.
You hum in surprise before you close your eyes and melt into him. He brings his hand to rest on your neck as your hand grips his shirt. You both pull away to breathe, but he's closing the distance soon after. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he grabs your leg, pulling you to sit on top of him.
"I've liked you for so long," he says against your lips before he moves to kiss down your jaw and towards your neck. "Fuck, I've always thought about this," he mumbles, and you're so overwhelmed with the feeling of his hands running over your body that you can't even respond.
You shudder when his hands make their way under your shirt, and he brings his head up to kiss you again, slowing letting his tongue slide in your mouth, your mouth pliant and easily letting him in. You let him take your shirt off, and he stops to look at your chest. You didn't wear a bra, wondering in the back of your head if part of you "forgot" since you knew that Connie was going to be coming over.
"Shit, they're even prettier up close." It's like he's in a trance as he cups them in his hands, and the moan that you make is louder than you expected it to be. He rolls his fingers around your nipples before leaning down to suck at them.
"C-Connie," you gasp, one hand digging into the couch while the other finds its way to his hair. He keeps his hand pressed on your back so that your chest is arched into him, and you feel tears forming in your eyes. You've never been touched like this before, and you're flooded with so much pleasure that you're not sure if you can take this any longer.
He groans against you as his fingers work into your shorts. You whimper, your legs squeezing around his when he rubs circles over clit. You pull on his hair, and he groans again, using his other hand to roll your hips against him, and that's when you feel it. You didn't notice before, but you can feel how hard he is under you, and you're shaking from all of the different stimulations.
"W-Wait, Connie," you stutter. "Connie, 'm gonna cum--" It's like you're on the edge of the cliff before you finally fall, and your hands grab his shirt like your life depends on it. You cum with his name on your lips, and you don't know if he can tell because he doesn't stop rolling your clit between his fingers.
You pat at his back, and he finally stops as the last of your orgasm flows through you. Your chest is heaving as you slump against him, sweat coating your skin. "Wait, did you--?"
"I've never...no one's ever," you try, nearly embarrassed at your admission, and he nudges your head up with his shoulder. You watch something glaze over his eyes when he looks at your face.
You're still shaking, your body attempting to recover from something it's never felt before. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, rubbing over your legs before he slides you off of him. He grabs your hand when he stands, pulling you towards your room. He kisses you when he gets to the door, pushing it open as he keeps his lips on yours, only pulling away when he gets to your bed. "The couch shouldn't be where your first time happens."
Your face gets hot again as he walks into your room, and he gently guides you to sit down on your bed. "I don't care where it happens," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, and he has to hover near your face to hear you. "I just care that it's you."
The smile he responds with makes you warm all over, and he moves you further up your bed, trapping your legs between his as he slides his shirt off. You raise yourself up so you can touch him, and you can see the outline of his dick in his shorts.
You run your hand over it, and he releases a shaky breath before he puts his hand over yours. "You don't have to," he tells you, but you shake your head, moving your hands to the waist of his shorts.
"I...wanna try," you say softly, and he lets his hands slide off of yours, and you tug his shorts down. You move your head back when his dick pops up, and there's nowhere else you can look. He's proportionate in width and length, biting your lip in anticipation of it being inside of you, and you wrap your hand around him gently making his hands ball into fists. You guide him towards your mouth, and you don't really know how to start, so you lick at his head.
You lick at him again when he moans, this time a little more confident, and then you take him into your mouth. He groans, letting his head fall back, and you suck at his head before you sink down on him.
"Damn," he chokes out, looking down at you as he tries to keep his hips still. You bop your head up and down, going further every time until you gag, and you pull away, coughing. You give yourself a moment to breathe before you swallow him again, and he places his hand on your face. "D-Don't hurt yourself, baby," he tries to tell you, but he's practically speechless.
You pull off of him with a string of saliva connecting your lips to him, giving yourself a breather, and you wrap your hand around him again. "Is this okay?" you ask, and he nods quickly, putting his hand over yours.
"Mmh, just a little tighter," he says, squeezing your hand just a little more, and he shudders. "Y-Yeah, just like that." You watch as you both stroke him, and he sighs when you swirl your tongue around his head, and he can't control his hips anymore. "Shit, okay, okay." He moves your hand away, and you pull away, frowning.
"Was that not okay?" He huffs dazedly as he shakes his head.
"It was amazing," he breathes, "but I wanna cum with you around me," he responds, pulling you up so that he can kiss you, and he hums when he can taste himself on your tongue. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asks quietly. "We don't have to."
"I do," you say with a quick nod, and he smiles widely before it falls.
"Oh, uh, you wouldn't happen to have any condoms, would you?" You chew your lip as you shake your head. "That's okay, I have some at my place," he says, and he nearly falls off of the bed as he pulls his shorts up. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" he exclaims as he runs out of your room.
You laugh as you hear him run down the stairs and then the front door opening and closing, and you fall back onto your bed. Your face hurts from how hard you're smiling, and you can't believe what just happened. You start to think that you might be dreaming, so you pinch yourself, and luckily you don't wake up.
You jump when you hear the front door close, and you hear loud footsteps on the stairs again. Connie runs into your room, closing the door behind him as he catches his breath and walks towards you. He has more than one in his hand, and you raise your eyebrows at him, darting between the condoms and him.
"Oh, no, don't worry," he starts. "I just got excited, so I didn't tear one off," he clarifies, and he tosses them to the other side of the bed before taking the rest of his clothes off. You follow suit, and after you do, you freeze when Connie just stares at you.
"What?" you whisper, making a move to cover yourself, but he's quick to pin your arms down, keeping his legs next to yours to keep them open as he hovers over you.
"Sorry, I'm just still getting used to the fact that you're under me like this." Your legs press against his at his words as you feel yourself getting wetter. You want to shrink under his intense gaze, and you close your eyes when he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "You're so pretty," he mumbles against your lips.
"You already said that," you say, a big smile on your face. He lets your arms go in favor of resting his hands on your neck when he kisses you. You do the same, pulling him down so you can feel more of him on you, and you both moan when he grinds against you.
He takes one hand and trails it down your body, giving your tit a teasing squeeze before it travels between your legs. You jump when he rolls his finger over your clit. You can't keep up with the kiss as he keeps up his movements, and he pulls away as he starts to slide his finger in.
"No one's ever touched you like this before?" he asks, feeling his lips brush against yours with every word, and you shake your head, at a loss for words as he moves his finger in and out of you. "So, I'm gonna be the first to stretch this pretty pussy out?"
You nod quickly, your nails digging into his shoulder as he adds another finger inside. "Wanted it to be you," you say, not really feeling shy to admit it anymore, and he drops his head in your neck.
"Fuck," he sighs, stretching you out when he spreads his fingers, and you bring his face back to yours, the feeling of his lips on yours seems to ground you in a way. "You wanted it to be me?"
You hum your answer as you nod again. "Always thought about it being you." You watch his eyes roll as he bites his lips, feeling him shudder at your words.
He keeps his eyes on yours, and the look in them seems to make you even hotter. "Mm, I'm gonna make it so good for you." He puts gentle pressure on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive bud, and you grab his wrist as you moan.
Your legs tremble around him, and you tighten your grip on his wrist when you feel that familiar pressure building. "I'm ready, Connie, c'mon." He chuckles softly, curling his fingers a couple more times just to tease you before he slides them out of you.
He sits up, and you watch as he licks over his fingers before shoving them in his mouth. He groans softly as his eyes roll, and you chew on your lip gently as you watch him. "Damn, you taste amazing," he sighs. "I wanna eat you out so bad," he tells you as he rips one of the condoms off. "But you don't mind if I fuck you first, do you?"
You don't know how he can still keep that playful smile he always has while being unbelievably hot at the same time. You shake your head quickly at his question, feeling like you're going dizzy from arousal. Your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you as you watch him roll it on, and you swear your heart is going to beat out of your chest.
You're so caught up, that you jump a little when he places his hand softly on your face. "You'll tell me if you're hurting, okay?" he asks, resting his weight on one of his elbows, leaving his face close to yours again.
"Yeah, I will," you breathe, and he holds his other hand up, pinky extended.
"Promise?" You roll your eyes, matching the smile on his face. Connie made it a habit when you both were in high school to kiss your fingers when they were interlaced, saying that the promise was stronger that way.
That's what you expect him to do, but when you lock your finger with his, he moves to kiss you on the lips instead. It makes you dazed for a second, but the split second after, you can feel yourself falling even harder for him. He grabs a pillow, having you lift your hips up so that he can slide it under you. You look down at the same time he does as he lines himself up, tensing up reflexively, and he shifts his weight so that he can rub at your hip.
"Relax," he whispers, somehow managing to keep his face close to yours. "Just lemme know if it's too much." He circles the tip of his dick at your hole, making your legs twitch, and he starts pushing in at the same time he starts rubbing at your clit.
You're thankful for the distraction because it's definitely more than his fingers. Your nails dig into his arm as you wince, and you reassure him to keep going; it's not painful, just a little uncomfortable. Once his hand is free, he uses it to rub over your body, continuing his motions on your clit.
Connie's head falls against yours as he digs his hand into the sheets next to you. "Oh...myfuckingGod," he groans, his hands moving to grab at the pillows by your head. "F-Fuck, you're so--shit." He tries his hardest to move carefully without hurting you, but it doesn't help that your cunt has such a tight hold on him, practically sucking him in without much effort.
He lets out a ragged breath, trying to shift his focus back to you. "Talk to me, baby," he says, lifting his head up slightly as he opens his eyes so that he can fully see your face. "How ya feeling?"
He doesn't move once he's fully inside of you, even though it's almost impossible, allowing you to adjust for as long as you need. "I feel good," you answer softly, moving your hands towards his. He grabs them, lacing his fingers with yours as he moves your arms over your head. You try to remember to breathe as your body gets used to being full in a way that it's never been filled before.
Being in this position makes you realize how close Connie is to you. You can't help but stare at him, feeling every part of him that's touching you. You think about how intimate this whole thing is, and you can't help but get the feeling that this feels right. You can tell he feels the same way, his lips meeting yours for a kiss that's deeper than the previous ones. One that says more than you ever could.
"You can move," you urge quietly, and you moan when he shifts just a little on his knees.
He groans in response, letting his head fall forward. "Dunno if I can, to be honest," he whispers.
"Why?" He can't look at you when he answers, back to focusing on how he's supposed to be making this whole experience good for you.
"Because I'll cum in a second," he admits against your skin, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes your hands. You meet his glazed eyes when he lifts his head back up.
"I'm ready when you are." Your mouth falls open as you gasp when he moves, not really caring for the empty feeling you have when he slides out. You moan when he moves back in, his movements jolting your body with every thrust. Your eyes roll as you feel your toes curl, and you wrap your legs around him, not wanting him to stop for a second.
"O-Oh, God," he moans. "Y-Yeah...I'm gonna cum, 'm gonna--fuck me." You feel his hips stutter out of rhythm, a loud groan of your name signaling his orgasm.
You feel him slow down, but to your surprise, he doesn't completely stop, letting go of your hand in favor of pulling your leg up further. He picks up his pace instantly, sending your back arching as he reaches that pleasurable spot with the new angle. Your free hand braces on his neck, your nails once again finding home in his skin.
He hooks your leg in the crook of his elbow, his nails digging into your hips as he pulls you into him. "Your pussy's fucking sucking me in, h-holy shit!"
You jump when you feel his finger rubbing your swollen clit, and your back arches, pushing you further into the onslaught of your pleasure. "C-Connie! Fuck--" You can't even finish your sentence, your face contorting as your climax mounts.
"God, you feel so good. Shit, baby." You try to keep your eyes on his when he finally looks at you again, but it's no use. Your eyes slip closed, every snap of his hips sending you higher and higher.
Connie whines at the oversensitivity, opting to bite at your neck as an attempt to hold himself in for just a little longer, groaning with every thrust into your tight heat. "Gonna--cum," you rush out. "Connie, 'm gonna cum." It's really the only warning he gets, your body going taut, and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes over you.
It's definitely something you never felt before, almost scared at the number of things you're feeling, and you hold onto Connie as he cums right behind you, riding out your highs. You don't let go of him until he stops moving, not realizing how tightly you were holding onto him until he does.
Your body relaxes, letting you collapse onto the bed as Connie barely catches himself with his hand. You pull him onto you anyway, not wanting to separate from him just yet. "Oh, my God," he says around a laugh which you copy. He looks at you, running a finger over your face. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?"
"I'm more than okay, Connie." You pull him into a softer kiss, mostly because it feels like you could fall asleep any minute now. You hum into the kiss as he lets your leg fall. He smiles widely, peppering kisses all over your face.
You wince when he slides out of you, and he apologizes softly before urging you to move over. He pulls the blanket that you were on off the bed before taking it out of your room, and you roll over on your side, feeling more than satisfied. You hear him come back, only rolling back over when he pulls you to face him. He cleans you up with a warm washcloth before handing you some medicine and water for the soreness.
He grabs another blanket, throwing it over the both of you when he lays down with you, and you roll over so that you're facing him. He rubs over your body so gently that it nearly puts you to sleep, your eyelids feeling heavy.
"So, what happens now?" Connie asks, his voice barely audible to you, and you barely manage a shrug.
"What do you want to happen?" You move your head so that you can look at him, seeing that he's already looking at you.
"Well, I dunno if you could tell, but I like you a lot," he answers, "and not just for your body," he adds, and you huff as you roll your eyes.
"Does that explain the tattoo then?" you find yourself asking, and you think you see a faint blush on his face.
"Yeah, pretty much," he admits. "I was going through some stuff, and I really wanted you here. I thought it would help."
"You could've just called me," you say, your brows creasing slightly.
"Yeah, but you were out having fun, and I didn't wanna affect that," he responds, and you move further into him causing him to hold you closer to him.
"Well, now that I'm your girlfriend, you can call me any time," you whisper, the feeling of falling asleep right around the corner. You feel his chuckle vibrate against you, and right as sleep catches up to you, you hear it.
"I love you."
Your eyes close as you smile, placing a gentle kiss on his skin. "Love you, too, Con."
#connie springer x black reader#connie springer x reader#connie springer x black reader smut#connie springer x reader smut#connie springer smut#aot x black reader#aot x reader#aot smut#snk x black reader#snk x reader#snk smut#attack on titan fanfiction#snk fanfiction
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I’ve finally finished P3R!
So now of course I must write paragraphs abt how much I loved it. Spoilers below the cut!
I can say without any hesitation or doubt that P3R is by far the best game I’ve ever played in my life.
They truly did such a wonderful job with remaking this game, so much so that it really makes me look forward to the possibility of more persona-remakes in the future. I’m so thankful that they stayed true to the original story, but improved where it was necessary. I’m blown away by every detail they put into this game, and how they managed to make even the menu screens absolutely beautiful.
I’ve always tended to get a bit sappy/emotional about games I really like, but I genuinely do believe that the persona franchise, specifically p3 and p4, have changed me as a person. They’ve effected me emotionally, and helped me navigate the meaning of my own life. I got invested within the persona franchise at a very young age (I think I was in the 5th grade lmfao 😭), and it was the first game series I really fell in love with — and that was only through watching playthroughs on YouTube at the time. Looking back on it, I think that it’s what really sparked my passion for video games, and also game development in general.
I started getting back into the persona franchise about 1 and a half, maybeeee 2 years ago, and being able to reconnect with the games and fall in love with them all over again has been such a crazy cool experience. Playing P3R after playing the original p3 was such a joy, and I can confidently say it emotionally impacted me just as much as the original did, if not more.
It’s not often I feel the urge to replay a game right after I finish it, usually I have to give it a break for a bit, but I’ve already started my New Game+ run of P3R and I’m not feeling even remotely burnt out, which I think is another example of how much I absolutely adore this game.
AAANYWAYS if you’ve read this far hi!! Rambling and getting overly emotional about video games is my one and only talent fr so thanks for listening 🫶
#please tell me I’m not the only one who cried and sobbed at the ending lmfaoo 😭#literally like. full on sobbing. tears streaming down my face and everything 💀#actually felt exhausted afterward fr. crying should be considered a workout idc#anyways WOOO I love this game sm yayyy#I still get teary eyed every time I watch the opening animation 😭 LISTENNN#When I say this game raised me I really mean it bc 5th grade me was OBSESSED#5th grade me also should have had more internet restrictions clearly…..#persona 3#persona 3 reload#p3#I do wish we could’ve had a Strega fight w all three of them though#but I’m letting it slide bc the whole takaya & jin shifting and coordinating attacks thing was cool as hell#love them#strega my dearest#strega…save me strega…strega save me…#this is about to become a strega fanblog I’m being so fr#ALSOOO tell me why Junpei is one of the most relatable characters ever bc my god some of his lines hit me like a truck#now that I’m reading over this there’s really not even spoilers#but the tags certainly do!#so I’m leaving it as a precaution#anyways. as someone who constantly thinks about morality and the balance between life and death in general#it’s really no surprise this game has had such a big impact on me haha
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5 + HiMERU? <3 Take your time and have a Merry Christmas, Ei!
avoid it at all cost!
5 + HiMERU / avoiding the mistletoe
— NOTE(S) ; reader is in denial LMFAO, mentions of alcoholic beverages
author’s note ; ouuuu ouureuuuu 😢 I HOPE YOU HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AS WELL, NONNIE! i love christmas sm its bc i get cash from my relatives :3 i think merumeru avoiding the mistletoe is so funny LMAO i can imagine him running away from it when he gets caught with someone he doesnt wanna make out with rinne
"God, please, no." You glared at the redhead the moment you entered the place where the Christmas party was partaking at. "You’re kidding, right…"
Rinne flashed a proud smirk, patting you on the shoulder. "Come on, [Name]. You can’t avoid the mistletoe forever! Besides, it was Niki’s idea. You wouldn’t wanna disappoint your darling friend, right?" You almost wanted to smash his face against the wall.
You greeted everyone in the room, warily looking up and refusing to get close to a specific someone— HiMERU to be exact. It wasn’t like you disliked him or anything.
You simply did not want to get caught under the mistletoe with him.
"[Name]! Could ya’ get me another drink? ‘M too tired." Rinne groaned, reaching out his cup towards you, with a pout on his stupid face.
Your friends were not about to let that slide. They are determined. Everyone and their mothers know about you and HiMERU's silly little crushes on each other. The only ones who doesn't know… are the both of you.
Grumpily snatching Amagi's cup out of his hands, you stuck out your tongue and walked away to the table, where all the drinks and food were.
They're planning on my downfall! You thought.
"Oh. HiMERU didn’t notice you come in, [Name]." The blue-haired man greeted with a small smile on his face. Currently, he was standing alone in the corner of the room.
You greeted back with a small wave, and remained your distance.
HiMERU continued to watch your every move, as if he was plotting something. From watching you refill Rinne’s cup with alcohol and handing it back to him, and to HiMERU noticing that you were blatantly avoiding him.
It’s Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. But, is it really if HiMERU doesn’t end the night confessing his feelings to the person he had been awkwardly pining on since he met them?
"[Name]," He slowly approached your figure, and you were just in the middle of conversing with Niki when you noticed how stiff and nervous HiMERU looked. That’s a first. You thought.
HiMERU is a confident man, no doubt. Though, when it comes to [Name], he felt himself go weak over the thought of spending a lifetime with you. Niki sent a subtle wink towards his unitmate and left to get more food, you assumed.
"HiMERU, hi. Did you need something?" You asked with a smile. "It’s a fun party we’re having, right? I—"
"I’m in love with you."
"Huh—?" You deadpanned.
"I want to kiss you, [Name]." HiMERU almost yelled out, but the loud music coming from the speakers made it that only you were able to hear what he was saying.
"I don’t care if we don't have a mistletoe ontop of your heads. Right now, I just want to kiss you."
You were burning at this point. No, no— control yourself, [Name]! Did you feel the same way? Yes. Were you holding yourself back? Also a yes. Well, you know what they all say… denial is a river in Egypt.
Without any thought, you harshly pushed him against the wall, catching the man off guard and grabbedchim by the collar. Face flushed red, and your emotions were all over the place. HiMERU gulped, his hand travelling towards your cheek and gently caressing it.
"Meru… no one’s watching us right now." You said, your noses touching. HiMERU, with both hands resting on your hips, finally closed the gap between, leaving no room and space for you to separate.
Looks like you didn't need to do all that work to avoid the mistletoe. In the end, you still ended up with the person you were avoiding.
#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x reader#ensemble stars#ensemble stars x y/n#ensemble stars x you#enstars#enstars x y/n#enstars x you#himeru x you#himeru x reader#himeru x y/n#himeru#himeru enstars
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During aftercare, after having Milfkasa beg him to knock her up with his babies, Eren is kissing her belly lovingly and tells her “I hope you enjoy your flat stomach now, because you’re gonna spend the next four years pregnant 😘🥰”
LMFAO CABIN AU THO! I’m honestly going to write one where he just knocks her up like that’s his whole ass goal, Eren is so selfish I can see it. Like honestly it’s a little fun if I think about it 😂 very in character for Eren. Idk about the ending of this but I really went off 😂
‘No, I don’t want that! … Even if I die I want to be at the front of her mind for a while! Ten years at least!!’
The words ring through his brain as he cracks an eye open, words from another lifetime, an alternate reality.
And yet, as his hand slips over Mikasa’s waist, caressing over the smooth exposed skin of her stomach he thinks they still hold true.
Unbidden, he hand drops lower, slipping to her belly button, teasing over the smooth planes of her abdomen where it’s flat.
She makes a pleased noise in her sleep, responding well to his attention and he smiles softly, nuzzling into her hair, allowing his hand to dip lower, just above the warmth of her cunt where her panties are softly twisted, all white lace today.
He strokes over her, smoothing out the white lace while his mind wanders, absently teasing her cunt as he enjoys the sweet little noises she lets out.
He still wants it, wants to be on her mind, in her brain for years after he’s gone. The selfish part of him he can’t erase.
He’s always been this way though, selfish, stubborn to a fault, and even now he contemplates it, that stubborn desire winning out as he thinks about the sure fire way to be on her mind for the next twenty years at least, maybe more.
It would be cruel really, to saddle her with the responsibility but some part of him aches for it, to see her tummy round and full with his kid.
His hand slips up, cupping over her flat stomach, and she makes a displeased little noise as he stops rubbing at her clit, needy little thing.
He kisses her hair, passing his hand back down to her cunt, working a finger under her panties now.
He’d bet she’d be so needy when shes pregnant too, would finally accept his doting without protest, content just to be taken care of like she deserves.
The thought is everything, because it just seems to perfect, so right, like a fairy tale ending. They run off into the woods and get married, have kids.
He’s hard at just the thought, it’s just so tempting, he knows she would never say no, would probably jump at the opportunity.
Thus, it’s up to him to be the selfless one, to love her enough for both of them, to do what’s right by Mikasa.
And yet, he’s so tempted, his selfishness winning out every time he thinks about it, because he’s only got a few years left, and Mikasa would be so exquisitely beautiful pregnant, and he could guarantee she’ll never forget him. Will never be able to find another man without thinking about him, he’ll have a guaranteed reminder, maybe multiple of them if he plays his cards right.
If Jean were to move on her after he’s gone or something he’d have a few green eyed brats to helpfully remind him exactly who Mikasa belongs to.
He’s so unbelievably selfish and yet, he just can’t bring himself to discard it from his mind. It’s so fucking perfect.
Mikasa cries out a little as he slips a finger inside her, deeming her wet enough for one digit and he smiles at her as her eyes flutter open.
“Morning Mikasa.”
“Eren,” she whispers breathlessly, her eyes fluttering closed again as her cunt clamps around him , succumbing to the pleasure he’s been working her up to while she lay sleeping.
“Oh,” she murmurs sweetly, biting her lip as he slips his middle finger inside, her cheeks stained red with colour.
“That’s it,” he breathes against her ear, working his fingers inside her, pressing at that spot, the one that drives her wild while his thumb teases her clit.
“Cum for me sweetheart.”
She slips over the edge with his words, his lips on her ear, murmuring praises at how pretty she is, and completely under his control.
After, when she’s dazed and sleepy, barely coherent, lethargic with sleep and post orgasm haze he asks, his selfishness winning out.
“What do you think about getting pregnant Mikasa, give you a few kids before I go?”
She nods eagerly, sleepy eyes looking up at him with pure adoration, like it’s been on her mind too, “Yes please.”
He smiles, razor sharp because yes this is exactly what he wanted and just like he’d thought she’s so unbelievably easy.
“Should start trying soon huh? Maybe today? What do you think baby, a little boy or girl with my hair and your eyes?” He teases.
Mikasa shakes her head sleepily, “A girl, your hair, your eyes, just like you. We can name her Carla.”
His breath catches in his chest, fraught with emotion and he kisses her softly, lovingly, because maybe it’s not entirely selfish after all, maybe he’s just giving her exactly what she needs, what they both do to move on.
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*sniffing around like a fanfic starved dirty rat*
Ya got any Stony crumbs?
LMFAO this is so funny😅😅
I'm sorry i haven't been posting any fic lately, I'm a very slow writer and a huge perfectionist, the combination of which is basically just the author's death knell. but the last thing i was working on was an ask response for horse divorce au so i'll share some of that <3
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I know why they divorce :(
it's because Tony kisses him. In the stables, one day when they're playing the same game they always do, the same cheeky back-and-forth. Some silly argument with no heat behind it, save for the lustful gazes they turn on each other.
Tony doesn't even really know what was different about today, except that Steve couldn't stop singing Friday's praises about how well she kept her cool through the thunderstorm that took her and Tony by surprise when they were out riding earlier. Tony wants to remind him that he’s sure he & Friday would still be stranded out there somewhere, soaking wet and scared and lost and caught out in the storm when Steve had run through the trails on foot to come find them and lead them back home. He wants to say that the only reason Friday was so calm was because Steve was there, soothing her with a low voice and a gentle hand and Tony knows he’s right about that, at least, because Steve is the only reason he regained his calm, too.
But he doesn’t say any of that, just lets himself take in the adoring way Steve looks at Friday, the way he stops stroking a hand down her neck every so often just to close his eyes and rest his forehead against her steady, solid body as if he’s reminding himself that she’s okay. That they’re okay. And Tony’s always had a soft spot for people who love to love Friday, who appreciate her even though she’s past her showjumping prime. Even earlier in the summer, before Howard had sent the rest of the horses off to the Stark’s trainer to prep for competition season, Tony could see the affection Steve held for her in particular above all her other stablemates.
Tony doesn’t really know what was different about today, or maybe he just doesn’t want to admit that the only thing that’s changed is his own perspective, because this time when Steve shoots a jab at him about how “with all those fancy gadgets you’ve got you think at least one of them would be able to show you the weather forecast” all Tony hears is I was so worried about you and I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner and please don’t ever disappear on me like that again.
So he kisses him, and suddenly it feels like a whole summer of pretending he hasn’t been slowly falling head over heels for this infuriating, intoxicating stablehand has been leading to this single moment in the stables, with the scent of hay and rain heavy in the air and Steve’s clothes drenched and cold under Tony’s fists and Steve’s chapped lips on his, warming him up from the inside out.
Kissing Steve in the stables leaves Tony feeling weightless, the same thrill as hitting the peak of a jump before landing back in the saddle again. But if kissing Steve feels like momentarily flying off the ground, then being called into Howard’s office the next morning brings him crashing back down to the Earth.
#horse divorce au#anon#signed sealed delivered#evwrites#stevetony#the trick to surviving the ao3 shutdown btw is to get your other writer friends to email you their fic drafts a few days ago 😎😎
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hello!!
i just finished the fence series and absolutely LOVED it. i thought it was over and felt sad however i see that there are still comics for it (redemption) and novels (striking distance / disarmed). i’m very confused about these. do these stories occur after vol 5? which should i read first, the novels or the comics? i’m not understanding the chronological order…
thanks <3
Hi friend!! Welcome to Fence, I'm so glad you loved it too!! You can read through my long explanations or scroll down to the actual list of reading order XD
The order of everything is unnecessarily confusing and I'm forever annoyed at BOOM (the publishers) for that. First thing to know is that Fence was a single-issue release comic for 12 months, which produced Issues 1-12. After finishing its original run, the 12 issues were bound into 3 volumes of 4 issues each. This wouldn't be too confusing except that Volumes 1-5 use the same covers as Issues 1-5 did, so it can be hard to navigate.
The novels are another interesting aspect of the franchise in that they're more like published fanfiction Pacat (one of the creators of Fence) loves and endorses, but they're not strictly canon despite him insisting that they are at least "80% canon". The novels are a duology by Sarah Rees Brennan that take place between Rise and Rivals (the 4th and 5th volume of the comic). They are not required reading at all, and rather muddy things up because of their strange relationship to canon, so I always tell people not to read them. Granted, I am infamous for hating the novels with every fiber of my being, but genuinely, they don't add anything to the story and the 'is it or isn't it canon' aspect can get frustrating because while Pacat likes to pretend the novels are canon, they literally are not happening in the same timeline as the comics because some MAJOR events took place in the novels that were just retconned in the comics, which picked right back up after Rivals (volume 4) as if nothing had happened. If you love Sarah Rees Brennan more than you love Fence, then read the books, otherwise skip them because they will leave you more confused than anything lmfao
And of course, Redemption is strange simply for the way it's been marketed. When Fence Redemption was announced, it was pitched as an all-new original fence mini-series with a 4-issue run, which left it unclear as to what the fuck it actually was. As it turns out, Redemption seems to just be the continuation of the comic. Whether it's switching back from being categorized as a graphic novel that releases in bundles of 4 chapters to a comic with single-issue releases over a set period of time, it's unclear, but that could be one explanation for the wording that's been used around it. It's also possible it's 'filler' content (imagine beach episodes in animes), which was my assumption when reading the announcement for it, BUT having read the first 2 issues, I think that's unlikely because we're covering some moments that are huge payoff from the things building earlier in the series. It remains to be seen where Redemption falls in terms of the volumes (ie will it be bound as volume 6, or will it remain a 'side' story in the franchise and volume 6 will be the next fully released graphic novel?) I mostly mention this because if you start looking up info on Redemption, it can get confusing about whether it's part of the main story or not, so just know that it certainly is part of the main story and it's fully canon, but it either marks a change in the format of Fence's releases or was a fun detour from the planned volumes.
And finally, for the question you actually asked--the reading order:
Fence Volume 1 (contains issues 1,2,3,4 of the original issues)
Fence Volume 2 (contains issues 5,6,7,8 of the original issues)
Fence Volume 3 (contains issues 9,10,11,12 of the original issues)
Fence Volume 4 "Rivals" (originally released as the full volume)
Striking Distance (the first Fence novel; I recommend not bothering with it)
Disarmed (the second Fence novel; I recommend not bothering with it)
Fence Volume 5 "Rise" (originally released as the full volume; picks up after Rivals without reference to the novels)
Fence Redemption Issue #1
Fence Redemption Issue #2
Fence Redemption Issue #3 (not out yet)
Fence Redemption Issue #4 (not out yet)
note that 1 issue = 1 chapter, the terminology just changes whether the 22 pages of content we're talking about was released in a volume of 4 (chapters) or released on its own (issues).
Thanks for dropping in and letting me talk way to much!
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Go off sis re the swiftgron shipping post, but I have to push back that your whole “I am seeking the truth” is a stretch lmfao. I listen to your podcast all the time and some of the stuff your guests say is wayyy out of pocket and so far removed from reality. I get you are trying to be respectful of their beliefs but it’s unfair for you to claim one thing and then in ur podcast/patron do the exact thing some shippers do. You can’t get offended when someone starts talking smack about what you built your brand on, when in fact, the foundation lies in you speculating about a the sex life of a celebrity. The whole thing is so unserious and people need to chill out.
who said i was offended? i just disagree that i’m doing something wrong or immoral when i don’t bend the knee to outlandish conspiracy swiftgron or say every song she’s ever written is about dianna when i don’t believe they are.
my guests are allowed to offer opposing points of view that’s the entire point of fostering a conversation. i push back when i have explicit facts to debunk their points and the vibe of the conversation welcomes it. i suppose it’s worth mentioning that while my main priority is sticking to the facts and remaining rooted in reality i ALSO aim to be entertaining and platforming opposing points of view is not only entertaining BUT it’s also important because sometimes my own belief may be incorrect and i can’t find that out if i don’t allow someone to speak to me amount it.
that anon was complaining about things i personally say and opinions i’ve changed over the years. i am not hear to personally correct every person who says something outlandish or false about gaylor. i’d never actually say anything fun or interesting if i had to do that. as i said OTHER people can do what they want, say what they want, and ship what they want because at the end of the day it is ALL SPECULATIVE. so while i aim to keep stuff factual it’s impossible because everything we say is rooted in speculation.
i generally agree it is all unserious and people do need to chill out. it shouldn’t be a big deal when i change my mind on museship of a song or suggest taylor has music about both men and women. but that anon seemed to think that was unacceptable and i was simply disagreeing with them.
but i disagree that the foundation of this space is all that much about taylor. the foundation of this space is a conversation about what it means to be queer (in particular a queer woman), what it means to be closeted, what it means to recognize queerness in others, and what it means to express yourself as a queer person in this world. hence why we talk about shit like lesbian vampires, other celebs like hayley kiyoko and 5th harmony and selena gomez and etc etc, and also have MANY in depth conversations about fandom meta. taylor is the jumping off point because she’s so epic and iconic but the pool we jump into is deep and vast and goes far far beyond taylor.
sure we’re gay little weirdos and way too focused on taylor right now but as i’ve said many times we WILL run out of gaylor content in time and when that happens we will keep the conversation about queerness going while discussing other people and topics. that’s because that’s the foundation of this space- NOT taylor.
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I know you're going to think I'm trolling but I genuinely don't understand what you want me to apologize for?
-The "Rogue" "Christian"
Ok. I’m going to take this seriously because I used to be a Christian, and idk if you’re acting like this because you’re so gung-ho about Christianity and think it’s leaders are always right regardless of their actions on earth or you’re struggling and something I said made you very uncomfortable with how you handle faith.
So I’m going to tackle this from your worldview. Idk what denomination you’re from, but my extended family is Methodist/catholic and my mom was baptist before she married my stepfather so I have a pretty good handle on the small differences.
anyone who isn’t christian who is interested in this kind of stuff should read too.
Firstly, your initial message was sent in defensive anger. And I do get it, when you see something that challenges your entire worldview it can be pretty shaking. But you did accuse me of being anti-theist when I pretty much explicitly said I wasn’t (i’m pretty cool with most pagans, and they’re polytheistic), meaning you didn’t read my whole post. And I wasn’t sure what angle you were originally coming from, because I do get the occasional troll from time to time.
So I did joke about it, because I was raised in a fundamentalist branch of christianity which is rich in purity culture. And even if you aren’t subscribed to purity culture, most sects of christians (baring most progressive christians) believe that any form of sexual content before marriage, ESPECIALLY pornography, is still a form a sexual sin that muddies your soul. Even the bible talks about “sexual immorality,” so you can’t really blame it on our differing denominations:
1 Corinthians 10:8: Flee from sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the sexually immoral person sins against his own body.
2 Corinthians 12:21: I fear that when I come again my God may humble me before you, and I may have to mourn over many of those who sinned earlier and have not repented of the impurity, sexual immorality, and sensuality that they have practiced.
Revelation 21:8 But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, the sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.”
etc etc i can pull so many more out of my ass because i was forcefed this shit until my eyes bled.
So a christian being mad that a monsterfucking PORN blog they’re following that’s run by an openly queer person was talking shit about them is inherently funny to me. Because even if you, an adult, was following a blog with adult content, it’s explicitly forbidden in your own religion. Also like, sure monsterfucking wasn’t in the bible. But if I had a time machine and I could bounce back a couple thousand years to ask paul what he thought about a human fucking godzilla or gargoyles, pretty sure he would file it under unholy fornication. much less DEMONS lmfao.
plus, okay you wouldn’t actually fuck a monster, but thinking is just as bad as doing it, according to your own book:
Matthew 5:28 But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.
Mark 7:20-23 And he said, “What comes out of a person is what defiles him. For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, sensuality, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a person.”
So by looking lustfully at my art or my stories, you’ve fucked them in your heart and that’s just as bad.
then. You could have just left it at that, but then you turn around and pull the whole “uwu babygirl” which was clearly just done out of anger and vindictiveness. You could not stand that I brushed you off without taking you seriously/was mad that i showed no remorse/just pissy in general. That was super unchristlike of you, because what does the bible say about speaking in anger?
Matthew 5:21–22 You have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.’ 22 But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, ‘You fool!’ will be liable to the hell of fire.
James 1:19-20 Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.
Ephesians 4:31 Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.
And if you’re catholic: Titus 1:7 For an overseer, as God's steward, must be above reproach. He must not be arrogant or quick-tempered or a drunkard or violent or greedy for gain.
Damn that’s so crazy. I wonder what Jesus would think of your behavior.
anyways the apology bit was also me joking within the realms of, again, your own religion. as in I would let you pull some more christian stuff as long as it was in repentance of your ungodly behavior.
1 Peter 3:9 Do not repay evil for evil or reviling for reviling, but on the contrary, bless, for to this you were called, that you may obtain a blessing.
Matthew 6:14-15 For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
Ephesians 4:32 Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
Maybe it was the sects I was exposed to, but isn’t there like. A tremendous emphasis on asking for forgiveness when you have sinned against others? I mean you can go the easy way and just ask the man upstairs to forgive you if you don’t want to make amends with the actual person you sinned against but I don’t really care either way since I don’t subscribe to your religion.
I just find your behavior really abhorrent for someone who is in the religion of “love” or whatever. Like someone a lot smarter than me said, there’s no hate quite like christian love haha.
ANYWAYS. Also please note I’m using mostly new testament scripture, so you can’t pull the usual “the old rules for the old world” bs.
Also if you’re catholic lmk I’ll start pulling the cataclysm rules I used to have memorized too.
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maybe 3 from the prompts with this new stripper au jasco? 🔥
I did not take this in a cozy/sleepy way lmfao
3. “Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”
Bosco noticed her from the crowd, big, innocent, yet nervous eyes, long hair tossed over her shoulder and hands wringing anxiously in front of her. The stripper could spot new costumers from a mile away, their anxious excitement intoxicating watching the girls for the first time, Bosco always ate it up.
She got down from the stage, sultrily making her way over to the girl, beckoning her closer with a crook of her finger. The girl hesitated, taking a tentative step forward then one step back.
“Don’t be nervous, you can come closer,” Bosco purred as she got closer herself, running a finger up the girl’s bare arm, “I don’t bite unless that’s something you like.”
Her cheeks turned red, Bosco giggling in response.
“I’m Bosco, what’s your name, sweetie?”
“J-jasmine,” she stammered.
“Jasmine, how pretty. I think I’ll call you Jazzy. How would you like a private dance, Jazzy?”
Jasmine looked around anxiously before nodding, letting Bosco take her to the private room. Inside, the walls were red and velvety, black curtains separating them from the rest of the club, though the pumping music could still be heard.
Bosco pushed Jasmine to the bench gently, straddling her lap and gyrating her hips. She placed her hands on either of Jasmine’s shoulders, Bosco’s intense blue eyes boring into Jasmine’s
“So Jazzy, what are you into?”
She sucked in a breath. “I-I don’t know, I just turned 21.”
“Hmm,” Bosco hummed, continuing to grind her hips against Jasmine’s. “So between 18 and now wasn’t enough time to find yourself?”
Bosco usually never pried with customers, but she felt something special from Jasmine, her pressed pleated skirt and white collared shirt so different from even every other anxious new 21 year old. She was intrigued as Jasmine shook her head and laughed a bit.
“I guess not. I’ve been pretty sheltered.”
Before Bosco could open her mouth to speak, her boss called her from outside the private room, Jasmine’s face suddenly going blank.
“Bosco, I have a customer waiting for a dance from you specifically, when will you be done?”
Bosco laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “A woman’s work is never done,” she whispered to Jasmine, then raising her voice so he could hear, “I’m just about done in here, give me just a second.”
“Will I see you again? I like you, Jazzy.”
Jasmine mulled over her answer, but as she did the curtain ripped open, her boss standing there. “What was taking so long?”
Bosco stood from Jasmine’s lap. “I said I was with a customer.”
The man looked at Jasmine, his eyes wide, then back at Bosco, who shrieked as he grabbed Jasmine’s arm.
“I told you to stay in my office. What are you doing mingling around here with all these..all these sluts?”
Tears shone in Jasmine’s eyes as she looked from Bosco back to the man, who Bosco gathered was her father. “Daddy, I’m so-“
“Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to her,” she seethed, jerking his thumb toward Bosco, “she’s fired.”
Panic rose in Bosco’s chest. How else was she to pay her bills? This job was all she had, she didn’t know she was her boss’ daughter. Her mouth got dry as she tried to find the words to say. But nothing came out, an intense silence shared between the three of them before Jasmine spoke out, more confidence in her voice than what Bosco had heard before.
“You can’t fire her! She didn’t know, besides I’ve heard you talking with mom, she makes the club the most money. You can’t fire her.”
Her father knew she was right, angrily tugging Jasmine behind him, a finger pointed at Bosco’s face. “If you ever touch her again, you’re done.”
Bosco nodded, looking down, too stunned to speak.
“Good. Now get to your next customer. Now.”
She did as she was told, brushing past them out to the club floor, Jasmine left behind in tears, guilty conscience for getting Bosco in trouble.
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Now let’s talk about my favorite individual/character performances from the tour cast before I sour your day with my production critiques >:) So many wonderful performances!
MVP goes to John as Gus and Kayli as Jellylorum. I’m literally obsessed. I knew Kayli would be an incredible Jelly when I first heard her sing and met her in syracuse and god it did not disappoint. She just has such warmth and friendliness to her. Like you just want to hug her. That’s aunt Jelly!!! And John’s Gus is sensational. He’s more aware of his surroundings, but still has that forgetfulness and drifts away. He’s so regal??? Gentlemanly is the word maybe. Idk there’s just something about him. He’s DIGNIFIED that’s the word. And despite the chiding lyrics it really does feel like he was some incredible star. You just hang on his every word. You can tell he’s an actor with experience just by the way he moves. I had no idea what to anticipate for pekes & pollicles and rumpus cat because I only knew the 98 version, but this was interesting! I’m not sure which version I prefer. All I know is he fucking killed it and I was glad to get my acknowledgement from grandpa gus for my cheering.
I said it already but Aiden’s Macavity. Goodbye. That’s him. That’s just him. That’s my stupid little evil ex husband. He played him to perfection. He was frightening, he was sexy, he was right on the balance of unhinged and entirely composed. You never anticipate his next move. He’s imposing. He’s feral. He’s agile. Like I just... That’s him!! That’s him. I know that tom. Weird note maybe but seeing him from the back made him that much hotter too lmfao I don’t think there’s a lot of photos of the back of his revival costume! I was literally shrinking back in my seat from the stress of it all but at the same time I wanted to run up there and let him take me away lmfao. The age old dilemma. The entire fight I was so tensed. Really hit me right in the kin as I knew it would. My expectations were absolutely met there. So yes. A++ for Aiden. And it’s such a contrast from how sweetly he plays Plato. I’ll admit my eyes were elsewhere most of the time but everytime I saw Plato I was just like :) like he makes him so loveable.
Vinny’s Alonzo is SO fucking cute I just wanna eat him up GOD. He’s kind of in and out a lot so if you’re not tracking him he disappears easily but my GOD he’s so cute!! He gets all these fun little bits on the sides that most people don’t notice but I noticed and I adored them. Like he’s a little silly sometimes! Still graceful and a bit aloof but much less openly cocky. He’s very dreamy. Vinny is an absolute joy to watch up there. I wish I could see the show a few more times so I could devote one watch to him. Because understandably there’s so much going on it’s hard to give everyone your proper focus. But yes. Adore him. Mwah.
Chris as Skimble!! Skimble was the number that was the closest to the 98 version and boy was I living for it. Even his choreo was pretty much the same and 😭😭 his Skimble is so joyful yet still serious. I caught a few moments of him throughout the show, like at one point Jenny is fawning over Bustopher I think? and he kind of catches her simping and is clearly an upset little husband hahaha that was so cute. Or when the train falls down he literally scrambles all around the stage so quick trying to prevent it all (too late!) and that was SO endearing. It made me giggle both times. He’s quick moving around the stage, and protective of the kittens, though never aggressive. Idk he was just such a joy. I already knew Chris was a talented performer from the benefit concert but like he really does everything like it’s a piece of cake. That was wild.
I had already heard good things about Sean’s Tumble but hearing and seeing are two different things. He really owns the role. Him more than most, when you’re watching, it doesn’t feel like acting. It feels like being. He’s always got something to do, really leans into it throughout the whole show. Like you’ll never find him just staring into space or something or waiting for his next cue. He was very sweet. And his acrobatics are insaaaaaane. Literally gravity defying. It’s so much more impressive in person than in a video or gif. Insane.
Taylor and Alexia as Cori and Tanto were amazing. I didn’t spend much time looking at them but they took their roles seriously and had such fluid motions. 98 Cori comes off a little silly sometimes but Taylor’s Cori is very striking and serious. When he holds eye contact with the crowd he Means it and it’s amazing. Alexia makes such a gorgeous Tanto. I loved looking at her. They were always in time and played off of each other really well.
Chelsea’s Bomba. GOD I’m gay. Besides 98 Bomba she is now The Bomba for me. Her voice is incredible. I love it so much. Like she literally made me swoon a little. I didn’t pay as much attention to her as I wanted, entirely unsurprisingly I spent most of the show looking at Nick/Munk, but her presence is palpable and she plays it effortlessly. She never rushes around. It’s like time waits for her lmfao, even when she moves quick. Idk there’s just something about her. Amazing.
Everyone did a great job but those are the notes that stuck out to me the most right now besides the ones already mentioned. If you have questions about a character or something feel free to ask.
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lmfao every time I fight with someone I always go through the rollee coaster of initially just being kind of Blindly Angry and having difficulty even processing what happened, to quickly trying to calm that anger and succeeding by empathizing with the other person and rationalizing the whole situation, to then getting angry again when I start realizing that actually fuck them they treated me like shit (or maybe just feeling that way, maybe I’m not actually right lol).
I’m getting so frustrated again after fighting with my roommate, I can’t decide either if I should try to get closure and explain my feelings better to her or if I should just not bother in case her response makes me further enraged. I think I’ve just been so frustrated overall with that constant feeling that I lack any sort of control over my living space outside my room when living with roommates, because I always fear inconveniencing others, but it was so much worse in this situation with one of the roommates actually owning the home. Theres nothing but a constant power dynamic that feels like all of my priorities and desires for how the house should be literally do not matter whatsoever to her, but all of hers are of the utmost importance. And not only are her priorities the only ones that matter, but everything must run on *her* schedule, her timeline of when she is in a productive mood to actually do something around the house. There were SO many projects around the house where I tried to make it clear that I was very willing to participate and help or even just do it all myself, and she would be like “Great yeah lets do that!” and never get back to me and spend weeks or months not communicating with me, scheduling anything, whatever. Until finally one day she decides to do shit and will get angry at me for not taking initiative for her. Like our other roommate will always get her motivated and make her do stuff with her and I’m just like… thats not my job, sorry I am not going to remind you over and over and try to make you do things with me and make all the plans every time.
Like a major thing was after our dogs destroyed the sod (which was a whole thing where she tried to blame my dog almost entirely, even though I have the smallest of our 4 dogs and made sure she didn’t pee on it) we all agreed we should reseed in the fall, and I was like “Yeah I have weekends and fridays off so I can help whenever on those days!” and my EXPECTATION was that others would go “Oh I can do one of those days, lets do it together on ___” or “I’m busy on those days but maybe we could divide the work or something” and instead nobody responded, nobody said or did anything and I was just like. Well like that was me trying. And then finally weeks later my other roommate decides to get together with the girl I’m fighting with’s then bf and do it when I’m at work, and then the one I’m fighting with and her ex are all like “So we’re all doing this right now, what are you going to do Soren” and I couldn’t help but be like um tf, nothing I guess because I’m at work, I told you when I could help and nobody said anything and you start doing it when I’m gone. And this was also like after this summer when Sophia and I also had like gardening plans together and she just never told me where she wanted plants and left them sitting for weeks, and I finally just took the tiny fencing she got for the garden boxes and put it up so I could start my shit bc I was tired of waiting for her and she got Mad At Me because there wasn’t enough fencing left for her entire garden box 😂 like it was nonstop shit like that where it was like Okayyy lets do this thing and she disappears and says nothing about it to me for weeks bc she’s in a depressed funk or something and I’m just like. Okay what do you want me to do.
And it was the same with chores like, weeks and weeks would go by of me keeping up with our chore chart and shit as best as I could with her doing nothing, but as soon as she got a burst of cleaning energy for a week she’d deep clean everything and then find something I didn’t do to bitch about to me, which is how our last fight happened because I fucking already KNEW that was about to happen again because I could hear her vacuuming up a storm. Like the whole house had to run on Sophia’s Mental Health Calendar, fuck everyone else’s rough unmotivated weeks or pleas for her to stop leaving clutter and dishes everywhere the rest of the time. All that matters is that right this very instant of cleaning mania Sophia is upset about x y z that needs done
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